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join us ~ pieck finger x reader

pieck finger x reader; 2.2k words; stepcest; nsfw summary: pieck just wants you to join her friends' harmless little get together a/n: me finishing one of my four overdue collab pieces? more likely than you think

part of @yeagerslut debauched collab masterlist

You always wondered if your parents knew what Pieck got up to when they weren’t looking.

Maybe your mother and her father were blinded by the sleepy smile and calm disposition, sweet voice and gentle attitude. But it’s different when you’re not the one she’s intentionally hiding the truth from. You know that her tired eyes are because she got home at four in the morning. She’s always so calm and smiley because she’s been blazed ever since she woke up.

Now that doesn’t mean she isn’t sending smiles your way, listening to you complain about your day, and the good night hugs where she presses the length of her body tightly against yours.

Regardless of her kindness, she was still as sneaky as ever when your parents weren’t around.

“It’ll only be a few friends, and you’re more than welcome to join us.”

But a few friends must have turned into a few dozen, because your house is crawling with people, drunkenly stumbling over each other. Pieck is lucky your parents are staying the night in a hotel the next town over. But with this many people you’re starting to wonder if it was just luck Pieck picked this night.

“Haven’t seen you around before.” You turn at the sound of the voice, seeing a man with a bomber jacket and hair slicked back. Even though he might not recognize you, you definitely recognize him as the one Pieck makes out with in the driveway before getting out of his car when she sneaks home in the early morning.

You shift under his gaze, “Not really my scene.”

He gives you a once over, stepping closer, “And what brings you hear tonight?”

“Pokko!” A voice interrupts, “I see you found my sister.” Pieck places a hand on your shoulder, pulling you against her body.

“Sister, huh?” He asks, taking a swig form his cup, eyes darting between the two.

“Step-sister.” You elaborate, unsure if it was his benefit or to remind Pieck.

Pieck stares at you before her face breaks out into a smile, “Right, step-sister.” Pieck grab’s your hands, “I was just looking for you, we were about to play a game downstairs.”

She’s already dragging you to the basement before you can answer. Porco follows after the two of you, appreciating that even though you’re not related, both of you have a fine ass.

You’re glad that the basement is a little quieter, just a group of people sitting in a circle. There’s the distinct smell of weed, alcohol, and something else you can’t put your finger on.

Pieck pulls you down to the ground with her, the other’s barely noticing as they’re engaged in some sort of truth or dare game.

It’s clear a little blonde has been dared to shotgun a can of beer. Her struggling is ignored as everyone laughs while an older brunette is holding her head to the can. Eventually the blonde shoves the other away, “Ymir!” She cries.

“I was just trying to help.” Ymir shrugs, “’Sides, I know you can swallow better than that.”

The blonde blushes furiously and swats at her friend who pulls her in for a hug, laughing and ignoring her protests.

“It’s kind of like truth or dare.” Pieck whispers in your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine, “But instead of coming up with something you just pull from one of the cups.” She points at the two cups, one labeled truth, the other dare, that are filled with folded up scraps of paper.

You watch as the blonde, who you learn is Historia, spins the bottle, landing on a tall brunette. “Bertholdt, truth or dare.”

He glances down at Annie, who you’ve met a few times from when she’s obviously dropping off weed for Pieck, who is currently nestled into his side, half asleep.

“I’ll do truth.” He answers softly, only to meet with a few jeers and boos from the circle, “Can you grab it for me?”

Historia smiles and pulls out a truth from the cup, unfolding it and right as she opens her mouth to read it her entire face flushes red.

“What does it say?” Porco leans over her shoulder, laughing at what’s been written.

“Well?” Bertholdt asks.

“Umm, list the people in the room you’ve fucked and the ones you want to fuck.” She says all in one breath, before crumpling up the paper and tossing it in the pile of discard paper.

“I’ve never heard you so naughty!” Ymir croons in Historia’s ear.

But yours and everyone else’s attention is on Bertholdt who’s face has pinkened slightly, “Uhm, just Annie. And just Annie.” He looks down at the girl who hasn’t even moved since you’ve joined.

“Bullshit!” Porco calls, “As if you and Reiner didn’t eye fuck all of last Summer.”

“Now now, pokko.” Pieck pipes up beside you, “No need to get all fussy on Reiner’s behalf.”

The insinuation causes Porco to clam up and mutter something to himself, while who you assume must be Reiner leans over and whispers something in his ear, earning a punch to the shoulder.

But you’re still surprised at how flippantly Pieck mentioned Porco’s supposed feelings, having thought the two of them were an item.

“I’m going to spin since everyone seems to have forgotten we’re playing a game.” A man with glasses and too thick of a beard to be in his early twenties like the rest of you are, comments lazily before giving the bottle a go.

You watch as it spins round and round, your heart beating a little faster as it comes to a halt. Pointing directly at the space between you and Pieck.

“Spinner’s choice.” The same man says, and your eyes flick from the bottle to Pieck’s who gives you a warm smile and pats your thigh.

“So, who will it be then Zeke?” Pieck asks.

He doesn’t even hesitate to say your name, which you didn’t even realize he knew. And then he leans forward to reach from a cup, and you’re so nervous for which cup he’ll draw from.

You have no interest in divulging any personal information, or lack thereof if the questions will be anything like the previous. So, you’re a little relived when he pulls from the cup on the left. You can shotgun a beer. That’s easy, maybe you’ll get a simple dare like that, or to do a keg stand.

Zeke unfolds the paper, smirking at what’s written, before crumpling the paper in his fist, “Seven minutes on earth.” He smiles, “With the person to your right.”

Everyone looks at Pieck, who just happens to be sitting on the right side of you. And you glance over too, unsure what Zeke means by any of that.

She turns and gives you on of her sleepy smiles, “Okay.”

“What’s that mean?” You whisper, not wanting the others to hear.

And Pieck leans in closer, “It’s like seven minutes in heaven, but out in the open.”

You reel back, eyes darting around the circle, everyone’s starring at the two of you. Your heart is beating faster than before, and you can feel you palms starting to sweat at the idea of these people watching, not to mention you’re supposed to kiss for seven minutes.

“I-”

Pieck places a hand on your knee, “Don’t worry, we’ve all done it, and besides, we are step-sisters.” It sounds like she’s teasing you for your earlier comment, but still feels comforting.

“Let me know when to start the timer.” Zeke interrupts.

Pieck leans in closer, “You can start.” She says, “And you can spin for her too.”

Your sight jumps back and forth from her stare to her lips as she gets closer and closer. You hear Ymir say something about spinning for another round, but no one pays her any attention when there’s the sight of Pieck being a breath away from you.

“Just focus on me.” She whispers, her hand sliding down from your knee to plant itself on the ground between your legs. Her arm brushes against your core, causing you to jolt and gasp at the same time. The movement catapults you forward, and your lips are suddenly pressed against your stepsister’s.

And Pieck wastes no time, full well knowing she’s on a timer, with swiping her tongue against yours, nibbling on your bottom lip. She hums against your lips and your eyes flutter closed. She can taste the sugary sweet soda you were drinking, barely an ounce of alcohol in it because you’re such a good girl.

Pieck’s been planning this ever since she first met you. Your curious eyes that would follow her as she snuck out of her room. The longing she could see on your face when she’d say she was off to her friends for the weekend. The desperate whines that carried into her room when she was sure you were trying to get off at night, but just couldn’t figure out how.

You’re such a sweet and good girl in Pieck eyes, but she knows what’s just below the surface clawing to be let out.

And of course, Zeke was such a help, his pitcher’s arm and accuracy coming in handy paired with his skeevy personality that he had no qualms to make up whatever was on that sheet of paper.

But you don’t need to know all the steps Pieck took to get you to where you are now, all you need to keep doing is whimpering into Pieck’s mouth like that and dig your nails into her forearm a little bit harder if you want her to press any finger against that achy cunt of yours.

Pieck shifts her weight so she can use her other hand to trace lightly against your shoulder, the soft pattens she’s drawing sending your head into a dizzy while she devours your mouth.

And you unconsciously scoot a little closer to the arm you’re gripping for dear life, grinding against it the same way you do your pillow at night. But this is much better as the bone in Pieck’s forearm provides a sturdiness to rub your little clit on that a pillow fluff just doesn’t provide.

The thin material of your pants does nothing to hold back the wetness pooling between your legs, and Pieck can feel it sliding against her wrist. She’s never been more desperate for a taste but doesn’t want to pull away from your mouth either.

“Halfway there.” Zeke calls, breaking you from the little spell Pieck had you under. Your eyes fly open, and you try to pull back, suddenly overly aware of your surroundings and what you’re doing.

But Pieck is a step ahead. Slightly annoyed with Zeke’s interruption, but also content to use this opportunity. She cups her palm against your cunt, the heel pressing hard onto your clit.

It’s just what you need as you toss your head back at the unexpected sensation, a broken moan coming from your lips.

And you don’t even have it in you to be embarrassed as Pieck smoothly moves her lips to the side of you neck, kisses and bites lining your throat.

You desperately and sloppily move your hips, trying to keep up with Pieck’s rubbing, and even feeling the slight pressure of her fingers at your opening. Never in your life have you wished to be pants less more than right now.

Pieck picks up the pace, using her other hand to push down on your hips, effectively locking you into place and ending your pathetic attempts to keep up.

With your inability to move, you’re at the mercy of her fingers and lips. And you feel yourself edging closer and closer to something, something that you’ve spent countless nights searching for.

“One minute.” You hear called over the pounding in your ear.

“Hear that?” Pieck whispers in your ear, “Think you can get there in under a minute for me?” She asks before returning her lips to you shoulder.

You’re not quite sure where there is, but you don’t want to let Pieck down. So you nod your head and choke out a desperate plea for her to help you.

Pieck pulls back slightly, a coy smile on her face before capturing your lips again and shifting her hand so it’s her deft fingers rubbing tight quick circles over your clit.

Your mouth falls open with a silent scream as you feel yourself gush around nothing, desperately wishing there was something for you to clench down on.

But Pieck continues her ministrations as the two of you breathe heavily into each other’s mouths. And she doesn’t let up, even when you weakly push at her arm, continuing to leak all over her hand and the floor.

It’s not until you hear Zeke call time that she pulls away, immediately sucking her fingers into her mouth for a taste.

You don’t look anywhere but Pieck, your surroundings finallt crashing down and too embarrassed to see what the other’s must be thinking. And Pieck just gives you her sleepy and gentle smile, eyes never leaving yours as she says, “Well, I think I need to go help my sister get cleaned up.”

#pieck finger #pieck finger x reader #nsfw #stepcest #debauched collab

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coltsbitch · 3 years

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ARMIN??? 🤔👀

list of bisexuals in aot according to me (in no particular order):

eren

jean

erwin

reiner

mikasa

pieck

bertholdt

porco

annie

connie

sasha

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coltsbitch · 3 years

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he'd be too powerful without a beard 🥵

....... I have not seen beardless Zeke...... 👀

I am..... a little interested tho....... in seeing what he looks like beardless-

the glasses stay on during sex Zekey

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coltsbitch · 3 years

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SOMEONE COME GET MY MAN! i- i don't know this colt, but i want to... 🥵

OUR LITTLE SECRET

PAIRING: colt grice x f!reader

GENRE: modern au, college au | dark content

WORD COUNT: 2.6k+

WARNINGS: stepcest, pseudo-incest, stepbro!colt, degradation, dacryphilia, squirting, mentions of bullying, mild violence, swearing

SUMMARY: when you had enough of your step brother’s attitude and treatment on you, you decided to confront him that led to discovering his fantasies towards you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is my entry for salem’s (@yeagerslut) debauched collab! thank you for hosting this pretty event <3

happy reading!

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coltsbitch · 3 years

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i should be working on my proposal i'm showing my supervisor in ten hours, but instead i’m thinking about positive reinforcement armin. as long as you’re working, he’s playing with your clit, getting an extra finger for each powerpoint slide you finish. when you finally get to the conclusion he’ll give you a little break and let you bounce on his cock for five minutes, but as soon as that time is up you have to get back to work. don’t worry, he’ll let you cockwarm him while you type up the rest of your project, and just as you finish the last sentence he’ll wrap a hand around your throat pulling you flush against his body as he fucks into your oversensitive cunt, rewarding you with the orgasm he’s been dangling in front of you all night.

anyway, i have three presentations to make which means three armin orgasms

#armin arlert x reader #armin x reader

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coltsbitch · 3 years

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SO SOFT!!

Nerves {Jean Kirschtein x Fem!Reader} Modern/Highschool AU!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Jean's nervous to tell you about his feelings, but after a stressful day of nagging from his friends - he finally gets the courage to confess.

Playlist: Him and Hym (from banana fish)

Tags: @coltsbitch I hope you like it uwu

“You’re staring Jean-booooy!” Sasha teased, dragging an elbow into Jean’s ribs.

The brunette let out a grunt at the sudden intrusion and sent a glare towards the girl. “The fuck was that for?” He complained. Jean lightly shoved Sasha away as he rubbed at his now sore torso.

Sasha chuckled. Rolling her eyes as she put her head in her hands, she said, “you were staring at (Y/N). Again.” Across the table, Connie snickered into his hand.

Jean’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “No, I wasn’t. I just happened to be looking in her direction. That’s all.” Pushing away the lunch his mother had made him - which Sasha and Connie also made fun of - Jean leaned back in his chair.

Marco, the last and most sensible person of their friend group, cleared his throat. “Ah come on Jean,” he chastised, “they mean well. It’s just... well…” Marco trailed off for a second, a nervous hand coming up scratch at his freckled face. Jean raised an eyebrow at his longtime friend. “Well, you can be a bit obvious. And it hurts to watch sometimes.”

Much to the chagrin of Jean, Sasha and Connie were quick to join in once again.

“Yeah! Yeah!” Sasha exclaimed with a mouthful of fries. “We’re just trying to kick you into high gear and get you to finally ask (Y/N) out!”

Connie leaned forward onto the table. “Haven’t you been madly in love with her since you were like, what - 12?” He waved a lazy hand in the air.

A dark hue spread across Jean’s cheeks, which he quickly hid behind his hand. “Oh shut up ya baldy!” Jean yelled back. He groaned. “I’ve just known her since we were 12. As if I could fall in love with her at that age.”

Sasha let out a triumphant shriek. She practically climbed on top of the poor soccer player in her excitement. “You didn’t deny you love her!” She practically exclaimed to the entire cafeteria. Nearby tables went quiet and glanced their way.

“Shut up Sasha!” Jean retaliated, pushing her off of him. His blush had now reached far past his cheeks, decorating his ears in a pink hue.

Despite the anger radiating off of him, Sasha seemed unperturbed by her friend’s actions. Rather she seemed to get even happier. “Just go talk to her and ask her on a date already!” She said matter of factly before chomping on her slice of pizza.

Jean looked to Marco and Connie for help. As he expected, Connie agreed, saying something along the lines of finally getting with her and to stop acting like a lost puppy. But Marco! Instead of coming to his rescue, Marco simply nodded and agreed.

When the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch, Jean was the first to stand up and leave. In his anger and embarrassment he nearly forgot his lunchbox. He swiped it from Marco’s grasp without thanking him before stomping his way to his next class.

By the time he walked through the doorway of the chemistry class, his anger had dissipated and morphed into a mix of embarrassment and guilt at his actions.

“Stupid Sasha and Connie, trying to meddle in with my damn business. Damn Marco for not backing me up.” Jean grumbled as he sat on the stool.

A soft giggle to his left made him jump.

“Oh (Y/N)!” He said, his voice jumping an octave. He hadn’t even seen you as he ranted and raved under his breath.

“Hey Jean. It looks like you’ve had a bit of a rough day. Sasha and Connie being overbearing again?” You asked, moving a stray lock of hair from your face.

Jean gulped as your curious eyes stared up at him. He was always taller than most people his age, yet you made him feel like the smallest person in the world. You were - as cheesy as it was - different from the other girls in the school. At least to Jean. All the other girls at Paradis High, whether they were friends or strangers to Jean, had a level of unattainability. Some of them were for obvious reasons, such as Historia who practically had a bodyguard in the form of her butch girlfriend, but other reasons were much more transparent. Even if Jean did fantasize about bringing a girl on a date and being in a relationship - it always felt like some wacky dream.

But never with you. You always felt just a bit more physical, a bit more real to Jean. Maybe it was because of how comfortable you were with him or your constant curiosity that led to you getting into trouble that would have been easily avoidable (and sometimes dragging Jean down with you).

You were always just an arm’s distance away. A distance Jean didn’t dare cross, not at 12 years old and not at 17.

“Uh yeah, they were just getting on my ass about a girl. Marco wasn’t any help either, so I’m just a bit annoyed at them.” He finally responded, rubbing the back of his neck.

You blinked up at him for a moment before an expression of realization spread across your features like a wave. Excitedly, you grabbed onto his upper arm and pulled him down closer to you.

“Do you like a girl, Jean?!”

Jean thanked whatever mystical being out there that you had enough sense to whisper your conclusion to him, but then promptly cursed them out as you stared at him face to face. He could smell the mint you had after lunch fanning over his face.

Jean opened and closed his mouth quickly, unsure of how to respond, scared that if he spoke his voice would croak and falter.

Thankfully the chemistry teacher Dr. Hange walked in, earning everyone’s attention with a loud clap.

Letting go of Jean’s arm, you stood straight up in your chair and listened as Dr. Hange reviewed what today’s class would cover; but not before sending Jean a smirk.

Fidgeting with his fingers under the desk, Jean did his best to ignore your glances and overall presence, intent on willing the whole discussion about his crush out of existence. That is until you slid a small note to Jean’s side of the black desk. Scribbled in your clean handwriting was a request - no - an order.

You’re totally filling me in on this girl after school! I’m not taking no for an answer!

Jean sighed to himself, grimacing as your playful grin appeared at the edge of his vision.

“Jeeeaaan! Come on!” You whined, bouncing on his bed. “Why won’t you tell me who your crush is!”

Said boy let out a sigh as he dropped his book bag onto the floor next to his desk and all but collapsed into the gaming chair. Leaning his head back on the headrest, he answered in a taut voice. “Because I don’t want to.”

“Totally not because it’s you.” He thought.

You groaned in frustration, tossing and turning on his bed, inevitably ruining the nicely folded blankets. “Come on! I’ve known you since we were in middle school!”

Jean chuckled. “Yeah sure, if you count two kids bored out of their minds on family trips to the mountains only to never see each other until high school as knowing each other since middle school.”

Sitting up on the bed, you pouted at the brunette. “Damn. You really didn’t have to get specific about it.”

The laughter that bubbled out of Jean’s chest was uncontrollable. Doubling over in his chair, Jean finally looked at you for the first time since getting to his house. “Why shouldn’t I? When you showed up in the middle of last year and latched yourself onto me - everyone thought you were my secret girlfriend! Hell, even I was confused as to why you were practically glued to my arm.”

Jean continued to laugh, more to himself now. When his laughter finally fizzled away and his eyes were no longer clouded by tears, he sat back up in his chair - only to go rigid again.

You had pulled your legs into your chest and were staring away from Jean. The sharp glint of your eyes told Jean that he had pissed you off.

“A shit (Y/N), I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

Taking a deep breath, your body relaxed against itself.

“I know, you big idiot. It’s just… you were my first real friend. Of course I got excited when we reunited years later.” You chuckled to yourself at the memory of spotting him in the middle of homeroom. The joy and relief you felt that day was tremendous.

Standing up, Jean walked over to the bed and sat next to you before falling against his plush covers with a dulled thump. He patted the bed. A silent invitation for you to lay next to him. You took it and laid next to him, staring at the ceiling in silence.

No words were spoken between the two of you for some time. This is how it went sometimes. The two of you didn’t need to talk constantly to keep the energy comfortable and flowing. Comforting silences were a rare thing to have.

The soft breathing and heat radiating off of Jean nearly had you falling asleep. That is until he spoke up, startling you awake.

“She’s really sweet ya know.” Jean could see you turn to him with a raised eyebrow out of his peripheral. “The girl I like. She’s really sweet. A little overbearing with her physical affection, but nothing crazy. She’s… people-smart. She knows when to start and stop.” Jean could feel you shift on the bed so that your head was level with his. He continued talking without thinking of the consequences. “She’s got a few unconventional hobbies and does stupid shit all the time. Had to stitch up her pinkie finger once because she cut it while exploring an abandoned house.” Jean’s own pinkie moved towards your hand, making contact with your own pinkie finger. He traced the raised scar. “She’s super smart too and is always working to get better for herself. And… well I’ve liked her for a while but I was always scared to face the feelings she gave me whenever we hang out. I didn’t want to accept them. It was odd. I was used to never having a shot with the people I liked. But you… you just seemed to shoot right into me without me even realizing it.”

Finally, Jean had the courage to look at you. Your cheeks were darkened with a deep blush and your eyes twinkled. Jean didn’t say anything. He waited for your response with bated breath. The two of you laid there on dark covers for what felt like an eternity.

“For fucks sake (Y/N). Ya gotta respond to me.” Jean choked out in a harsh whisper. His hand was trembling from the nerves.

“I can play a 2 hour soccer game without issue, but I can’t make a simple confession without shaking? What the hell Jean.” He thought bitterly.

As though life was breathed back into you - you took a deep breath.

Quick and sudden nods.

Jean furrowed his eyebrows.

Your hand inched its way into his.

Jean pushed himself up onto his elbow and leaned over you

Your gleaming eyes flashed to his lips and back up to his eyes.

A silent exchange of words.

Leaning forward, Jean let his forehead lightly knock against yours. “Can I kiss you.”

“Please.”

Slowly, Jean let his lips ghost over yours. Just barely touching. As though Jean was scared any harsh movements would make you break. You surged into the kiss, squeezing onto his hand still interlocked with yours.

Jean internally groaned, the taste of your minty tongue invading his senses. If he didn’t stop kissing you now he was going to go crazy.

Pulling back from your lips, he stared down at you. You chuckled nervously, fingers twitching.

“What? Am I that bad of a kisser?”

Jean shook his head quickly. “No way. You’re amazing. Just… just fucking relieved you feel the same way.”

You smiled up at him. “I mean, of course. You were my first friend. Only makes sense that you were my first love too.”

Bonus:

“Jean-boy, I made some sandwiches for you and (Y/N) to e- OH!”

“Ma! It’s not what it looks like!”

“I’m so sorry! I’ll leave you two alone. Make sure to use protection!”

A pillow thudded against the freshly closed door and fell to the floor in a sad lump.

“SHUT UP MA!”

#wheres my jeanbo #🥺

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coltsbitch · 3 years

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just finished the manga. i am broken. but each one of these bitches owns me and that’s that.

someone talk to me about this because no one i know has seen/read it.

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coltsbitch · 3 years

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yo. i like you. your very kind, sweet, and caring. super funny too. plus writing one of my favorite characters. *kith* -summer

my heart. you’re kind and sweet for sending this 🥺 and I hope you mean colt is your favorite 😳👀 because same ☺️

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coltsbitch · 3 years

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please and thank you reiner 🥺

frat boy reiner? frat president reiner. all the new freshman look up to him because he’s so cool and brotherly. helping members with homework and figuring out how to get around campus. so it only makes sense he shows them how to snag a girl.

he picks you out from intro biology class some of the new members are in. and you’re floored that reiner is offering to carry your books.

little do you know that reiner is showing his brothers all your texts, recording your conversations, filming your dates. he just really wants to make sure they know the correct way to woo a girl.

and it only makes sense when he invites you over for your 4 month anniversary that he’s pulling your top over your head. the two of you have had many conversations about sex, how you’ve never been with anyone, how he’ll be as patient as you need. kissing you down your neck before carrying you into the next room.

but it’s not his bedroom, it’s the den where they have meetings and it’s filled. all eyes on you, but reiner whispers to look at him. that you’re helping show how they should treat a girl in bed. that he wants everyone to see how good he’s gonna make you feel. and when reiner is plowing into you over and over, you realize maybe you like the extra eyes, and you’re sure they’ll probably need a couple lessons.

after when you become a drooling mess, cum leaking out of you and you’re trying to catch your breath, reiner is already thinking about the next innocent girl he’ll need to find for next semesters new members.

anyway

HOQ DO YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHATS GOING ON IN MY HEAD ASHBAJS.

God 😩 just having all of their eyes on you when you whimper and he fills you so good. Their glances would be suffocating, feeling like they’re touching you which only makes Reiner chuckle, going faster, knowing you’re going to be sore for the next few days

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coltsbitch · 3 years

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connie has so much pent up energy, and it drives you insane.

so when you snap at him to ‘put his fingers to better use’ than that insistent tapping he’s doing along the table, connie only looks at you dead in the eye and says ‘okay, bet’ before pulling your chair closer to his and sticking his hand down your pants.

his pen clicking during homework has turned into rubbing your clit in quick circles. instead of bouncing g a leg during a movie he’s thrusting his fingers in and out of you. popping bubble gum has become sucking on his fingers after you cream all over them.

anyway, i want connie to finger me

#connie springer #connie springer x reader #connie smut

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coltsbitch · 3 years

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last love ~ pieck finger x reader

pieck finger x reader; 1.9k words; fluff; nsfw summary: you may not be first, but you could be last

part of @murmikaa phases of love collab! masterlist

Pieck Finger has loved a lot of people in her life.

First there was the girl down the block she shared kisses with when her dad wasn’t looking. Of course she crushed on Zeke hard in warrior training, even convincing him to be her first fuck after the others left for Paradise. Then there was her whirlwind romance with Yelena that left her a little more heart broken than she would like to admit. And Porco was always a cute distraction with how flustered he would get from her teasing.

There were the random people who dotted themselves in Pieck’s romantic history between those four, and she wouldn’t say she loved them any less.

She had learned from a young age that nothing was guaranteed, watching her mother die from the same sickness that’s now plaguing her father. Not to mention the ticking clock she has on her own life now.

What’s the harm in letting herself feel more for as many people as she can?

So when Pieck is introduced to the newest member of the Panzer unit, it’s almost instant that she decides you’re next.

You were nervous when they brought you to meet the cart titan. For all your years in the service you had never actually seen any of the titan shifters in their human form. Even at war, Marley did their best to keep Eldians as separate as possible.

“She’s able to stay in her titan form for months at a time!”

“Longer than any cart titan before her!”

“It’s truly amazing how dedicated to Marley she is!”

You nod along while the rest of your squad surrounds you, talking your ear off about how amazing Pieck Finger is. Titan shifters had always been honorary Marleyns, but you were surprised to see the intense devotion and admiration they held for Pieck.

“Not to mention she’s the cutest warrior.” One of them says with moon eyes.

Another bops them on the head, “Don’t talk about Ms. Pieck like that! She’s more than cute, she’s ethereal.”

The door cracks open and a woman in a long skirt and untucked shirt comes in. She’s relying on a cane to help her through, and the soft smile on her face means she’s in a good mood.

“I hope you’re not scaring our new member.”

Your fellow Panzer unit scramble and turn around, saluting Pieck, apologizing for their ignorance of her presence, offering her something to drink, groveling for her attention really.

But Pieck waves them off with a flick of her wrist, telling them she’d like to spend some time with you alone. They grumble but make their way out of the office.

“Tea?”

You shake your head, “No thank you, ma’am.”

Pieck throws a smile over her shoulder while she’s pouring the water, “Ma’am? I can’t that much older than you.”

You feel your face heat up, “I, uhh. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

Pieck makes her way to the sofa, setting her cup on the table before stretching out on the cushions, “None taken.” She buries her head in the crook of her elbow, eyeing you as you shift awkwardly, “You’re cute.”

You open your mouth to respond but Pieck closes her eyes, snuggling deeper into the sofa.

In time, you get used to her sleepy and strange behavior.

Pieck steals you from trainings in guise of going over strategy, instead you trade information bit by bit. Spends days off tickling your chin with flower petals while you lay next to her on a picnic blanket. Uses your lap as a pillow when she invites you to her room telling you she wants to read you poetry.

Magath keeps her in titan form for almost two weeks, preparing for the battle at Fort Slava. The first night she’s human, she has you ride her face while her fingers are buried in her own cunt.

“Cumming is the one thing that always makes me feel human again.” She whispers into your ear, arms wrapped around your body while you try to catch your breath, “Being in my titan for so long wouldn’t be so bad if I could get off every once in a while.”

You huff out a laugh, “I’m sure that would be a sight.”

Pieck smiles, pressing a kiss to your neck. Shifting, you slide a leg between hers, tilting her head for a kiss. You go to press your lips to hers, but you’re met with soft snores instead. A smile forms on your lips and you lay your head against hers.

It’s less than three days later that your shipped off to aid in the fight against the Mid-East Allied Forces. Pieck pulls you in for a kiss before she transforms, right in front of the rest of the panzer unit who watch in surprise, awe, and jealously.

It’s not that you two intentionally hid your budding relationship, but you tried your best to be as professional as possible. Even if Pieck made it difficult with the sneaky hands during meetings or coaxing you into the cart titan artillery, fingers playing with your clit instead of checking the equipment like you said.

But Pieck gripping your chin and capturing your lips in a heated kiss before giving her tired smile and transforming right in front of everyone? It keeps you on a high during every battle over those two months.

And while you’ve practically been by her side the whole time, volunteering to keep watch most nights and laying against her sleeping form, riding her every day (although not the way you wish you could be riding her).

It’s still a rush when you see her coming towards you with only two legs.

“I don’t think we have much time.” You whisper between kisses.

Pieck has you pressed up against the side of in the infirmary, tucked down the alleyway. “Don’t worry.” She smiles against your mouth, “They won’t leave without me.”

A train horn sounds, and you raise your brow, “You sure about that?”

“They love me too much.”

You giggle at her confidence, “I know I do.” Your eyes flutter closed and wait for Pieck to continue, but you notice she isn’t moving. Opening your eyes, you see Pieck is intently staring at you, soft smile as always, but there’s the twinkle she gets in her eye when she has one over you.

You think back, body freezing when you remember the words that you spilled. “I, that’s not what I, I mean,” You stutter.

Pieck presses a finger to your lips, “I love you too.”

It’s like you’re on cloud nine in the weeks that follow. After returning to Marley, Pieck is given a reprieve and the two of you spend it attached at the hip. Lazy mornings, lazy afternoons, and lazy evenings.

When you are able to drag Pieck away from bed you stroll through the market, feeding each other bites of pastries and giggling when she nips at your fingers.

It’s there that you overhear Porco making jabs.

You had gone back to get a second tart after Pieck had flashed you her big eyes that you’re powerless to. They must not have heard you return because Porco continues with his remarks.

“So, you’re really taking her to the festival?”

“Why Pokko? Jealous?”

Porco scoffs, “I’ve moved on. Just surprised, don’t think I’ve ever seen you with the same person longer than a month.”

Pieck smiles, “I love her.”

This time Porco can’t hold back his laugh, “Just like all the other ones!”

You feel your heart skip at his comment, sinking even further when Pieck doesn’t contradict him.

Your feet are stuck, but you’re knocked into Pieck’s back when someone shoulders past you.

“Babe!” She cries, catching you by the arms, “You okay?” Nodding, you hand her the bag, voice still caught in your throat. She smiles, peaking inside, “Thanks baby!” Pieck presses a kiss onto your cheek, “Pokko, you should pick one up for Colt! Do something sweet for once.”

Porco rolls his eyes, “I can be sweet.” He grumbles, stalking off in the direction of the stand you came from.

“C’mon.” Pieck pulls you to a bench between a few trees. She offers you a piece, but you just shake your head, “What’s wrong, love?” You flinch at the pet name, “Babe?”

“What were you and Porco talking about?”

Pieck cocks her head, “What do you mean?”

You bite your lip before continuing, maybe you’re overthinking things, “Just what Porco said, about not being with someone longer than a month.”

“Don’t listen to Pokko.” She smiles, “I love you.”

Pieck tries to press her lips to your cheek again but you pull back, “Have you said that to a lot of people?”

Pieck pulls her hand from yours, “Is that a problem?”

You open your mouth before closing it, thinking over her question. “I suppose not. I just, you’re the only person I’ve said it to.” You tell her shyly.

“That makes me feel special.” Pieck says. And from anyone else it would have sounded sarcastic, but the sincerity in her voice seeps through, “You know I only have three years left, right?”

You frown. You don’t like thinking about Pieck’s impending end, and you’re unsure why she’s bringing it up now.

“I’ve known that my life has an earlier expiration date than most for quite some time now.” She turns to look ahead, “Which is why I do and say what’s on my mind.” She looks at you again, a small smile playing on her lips, “It’s why I told you were cute when we met for the first time.”

You feel your face heat up at the memory, how forward and honest she’s always been with you.

“And yeah, I’ve loved a lot of people in my life. But I think I’ve loved you the most.” Pieck picks at the tart in her lap, an uncharacteristic nervousness washing over her, “And with the time I have left, I think you’re it for me.” She continues to avoid your gaze, “So while I might have been your first love, I’m hoping you’ll be my last.”

“Oh.” You whisper, heart filling with warmth and tears pricking in your eyes. Pieck looks back to you.

“You don’t have to say anything, but there is something I want to ask you.” You nod, throat still a little tight, “I want you to take the spot above my nape in the cart’s artillery.” You frown, that’s the most vital spot, protecting Pieck’s weak point, “I know what you’re thinking.” Pieck cups your cheek, “But I trust you.”

“Okay.” You nod, and she smiles at your answer giving you a deep kiss in response. “You taste like raspberry.” You mumble against her lips.

“It’s the tart!” She exclaims, gesturing to the sweet that’s still in her lap. You giggle as she picks a piece off, offering it, and you close your lips around her fingers.

“You think the festival tomorrow will have a tart flavor I haven’t tried yet?” Pieck asks, eyes dancing while she pulls her fingers from your lips.

Shifting, you let Pieck rests her head on your shoulder, and you press a kiss on top of her head, “Not sure, but I’ll get you which ever ones you want.”

Pieck hums softly and closes her eyes. Even if she only has a few more years, at least she gets to spend them with you.

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