#Attack On Titan One Shot

[sinnamorolly]

plug!ony hcs

as you wish anon😩🫴🏾

ony is definitely the rich plug. the type of to always be in a nice ass car and dont give a fuck abt people being in his business fr.

always wearing his signature pearly white smile with a couple teeth covered in gold. his ears and neck always donning diamonds that compliment the tattoos running up his neck too well.

he don’t usually invite customers into his car but he always pulls up and nods for you to get in whenever you order.

he never rly charged you for anything at all, although when you were a new customer you insisted on paying him (that didnt last long LMFAO)

you dont rly remember how these sessions started, but you just started spending more and more time in his car until you were placing orders just to see him. you would always make sure that you were looking all pretty and wearing a cute top that sat your breasts up real nice.

ony on the other hand could tell you the exact outfit you wore the first day you placed an order down to the socks. his ass was shell shocked to say the least!

will usually roll for you (and pearl tf outta that bitch may i add) and smoke with you while some RnB plays. you’ll usually tell him abt your day or your plans for the night. once ur done and ready to leave you throw your arms around him and kiss his cheek before pulling back to bat your lashes and say “goodnight ony” to which he replies “night baby” (safe to say you were going around SCREAMING my man after the first time he said that)

he ends up really becoming ur man once he paints that pretty face of yours in the back of his lambo. he was alr planning on asking u to be his girl, but you bet him to smoke you out and one thing inevitably led to another. maybe it was the way you throated every inch or the way you sucked on his balls like they were your favorite candy. but he definitely came back the next day with your favorite flowers, food, and a gold necklace with “ony” on it.

BONUS: shotgunning w this man is so sexy. he would put you square in his lap before grabbing your neck and blowing his smoke into your mouth. he’ll give you a light peck before trailing kisses along your neck to leave some big ass marks in case any niggas miss the necklace💀

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[mayariviolet]

Daddy Lessons

dad! Reiner x Reader

summary: “With his right hand on his rifle, he swore it on the Bible, Oh my daddy said shoot!” // Some of Reiner's life lessons for your children. Specifically for your daughter.

cw: established relationships & family dynamics, mentions of guns, fluff (?), light angst, Reiner is just a good dad, guys!

a/n: Inspired by that Beyoncé song! Duh! Also, on ao3.

wc: ~2k

For the most part, Reiner is the quintessential gentle giant and an overprotective dad. There is no way in hell his children would ever get hurt, physically or emotionally, regardless of whatever gender identity your child chooses.

But when he found out that you two were expecting a daughter, he felt a wave of both excitement and anxiety. As your little family grew, Reiner dove straight into fatherhood without hesitation. He would introduce your daughter to his interests: blackjacks and classic vinyls while also allowing her to find strength in femininity. Learning how to respect her rules at the tea parties Reiner was so graciously invited to. Making sure that she listened to the smartest women he knew (you) amongst other things. He aimed to raise a strong, confident, and compassionate young woman. Granted, this got your daughter into some sticky situations at school regarding fighting bullies, but the only things that Reiner would ask when he picked her up from detention were:

“Did they deserve it?” And if she nodded yes, the most important follow-up question would be, “Did you win?”

You didn’t condone violence in any form, but you’d be lying if there wasn’t a swelling in your chest when she said that she won.

Reiner was acutely aware that he could never fully understand the trials and tribulations of being a woman. Babysitting Gabi and her gaggle of friends showed him that. However, he did try his best to warn your daughter about horrible men (something that his many years of playing recreational hockey made abundantly clear) and things to be cautious about. Reiner often looked down upon locker room talk and cringed at how some of his old teammates carried it so casually in their everyday colloquialisms- with Floch being the worst of it.

Sure, he knew your daughter would grow up and start dating one day. He understood that he couldn’t vet every single person she’d dated. Reiner sure as hell knew that you two were more than capable of teaching her how to protect her heart while also keeping an open mind. But he felt obligated to teach your kids how to court a person properly. He instilled some lessons: flowers, gifts for the parents, staying a little longer at invited parties to help clean.

So when your daughter brought home a new boyfriend, Reiner tried to accept that his little girl wasn’t his little girl anymore. By now, she was mature enough to approach Reiner and you for any advice. However, Reiner couldn’t shake this feeling that her new boyfriend was nothing more than a grade-a-loser—something he would always bring up to you as soon as your daughter's boyfriend left the house. Reiner tried to like him the first few months, but his interaction with people never sat right in his spirit.

Quite frankly, you agreed that your daughter’s boyfriend is slightly off-putting and over-compensating with bravado. It did nothing more than hide the stench of insecurity he secreted. But the way your daughter’s eyes lit up whenever she had the opportunity to talk about her boyfriend (albeit praising the bare minimum he did occasionally) made it challenging to deter her.

However, in the quiet moments, you attempted personal discussions with your daughter about ‘keeping her options open’ and ‘not settling too quickly.’ Hoping to prevent countless similar dating disasters before you were blessed with Reiner’s love. But when her cheeks started reddening with annoyance, and the conversations started to veer towards debates, you and Reiner decided to drop the topic altogether, much to your dismay.

When ‘the boyfriend’ took space in your well-loved home, Reiner would go so far as to start openly talking about how he owns several rifles, although being a ranch owner and hunter gave that away. It also had a sign that said, “God Lives Here,” courtesy of Karina and begrudgingly endorsed by your mom, predominantly hung on the gallery wall amongst the family portraits. This was a subtle but all too loud declaration to any potential visitors.

Of course, he’d be courteous- never outright told your daughter’s boyfriend that he’s a jackass. But he kept a mental note of every slight, all noticed and usually brought up by you. The first red flag was that the young man didn’t even greet you two at the door, not even a halfway smile! Just a bee-line to your daughters' bedroom up the stairs and to the right.

The second was that, after two years of dating, he never gave either of you two a Christmas card. What was more irritating was that your daughter never missed an opportunity to provide the Forster’s individualized presents, no matter the occasion.

The third and less obvious one was how he spoke about other girls when you or your daughter weren’t around. Reiner didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the way that scrub spoke about women- and to his son, no doubt!- made Reiner consider installing an electric invisible fence where his stupid pickup truck usually parked.

“Love, please just drop it. Maybe he’s just tired,” you’d whisper in the kitchen while fervently rubbing his arm.

“Fine. But if he stays here another night—Forster’s kid is paying for the water bill. How many showers can he take and still smell!” Reiner let out an exasperated sigh before addressing your son. “Listen to me, if you wanna impress whoever’s parents you’re dating, don’t be like your sister’s boyfriend. That kid is a dunce.”

You shoot Reiner a cautionary glare while urging your son to continue his homework and keep in mind what Reiner said.

“Look, love, I think we’ve taught our children well enough that if anything happens, they’re capable of handling things. They will come to us when they need it.” You say and soothingly brush away some of his hair.

Reiner eases his stance a little, uncrossing his arms and wraps one around your waist. He kisses your temple and gives you a small smile. The crow's feet from the luxury of living a life getting deeper as he looks down at you. The sounds of farewells break apart the moment between you two. 

He peers through the archway before turning back to you. “I’m going to talk to her once he leaves,” he says.

“Don’t overdo it!”

Reiner gives you another quick kiss, his five o’clock shadow rubbing against your cheek; before he leaves the room, Reiner pours a small glass of whisky and a cup of tea to bring to the front porch.

“Good luck, Dad,” your son says, giving Reiner a thumbs-up. Reiner returns the gesture and gives him a wink. Reiner maneuvered through the front room before taking a seat on the front porch. A creaky door and a clink of the mesh screen announced his arrival- causing your daughter and her boyfriend to jolt and look up at Reiner’s imposing frame.

He nods in acknowledgement before trying to look casual and not eavesdrop on the heated but whispered conversation in the driveway. The cicadas begin their choir singing as Reiner makes himself comfortable placing his drinks on the wooden coffee table. Your daughter’s usual smile is replaced with an apathetic expression as she waves her boyfriend goodbye, choosing to make her way up the stairs instead of electing to see him off until his headlights disappear into obscurity.

 “Have a good night, kid,” Reiner waves and sips his drink.

“You too, Reiner. I’ll tell Dad you said hi.”

What absolute nerve this young man has not even to call Reiner ‘Mr. Braun!’ That is the bare minimum!

“Floch is almost always welcome here. You two, come stop by now!” Reiner bites his tongue and tries to remain composed.

Over his dead body, would Reiner let that helmet-headed freak Floch visit his ranch, but he had to pretend for your sake. Even if you also agree that Floch was definitely the reason his son is the way that he is. As her boyfriend pulls out of the gravelled driveway, your daughter plops a seat next to Reiner on the sun-bleached fabric couch. Reiner gives another halfway wave before letting his smile fall when the truck is no longer in sight.

“Congratulations on getting into your dream school sweetheart.” He takes a sip from his whiskey-infused tea.

“Thanks, Daddy.” Your daughter smiles but keeps her head down, tucking her feet into the couch cushions to shield her from the cool summer breeze. “I’m really excited,” she hums, conveying no other particular emotion. Reiner takes this as an opportunity to say his peace and clutches the ceramic mug tighter.

“You know, you’re a smart kid- You should think about YOUR future.”

She sighs heavily, “Dad-”

Reiner raises a hand to finish his thought: “I know, I know. But let me say what I need to say. I want you to be smart, independent, and—” He grabs your daughter’s hand, giving it a firm squeeze: “Baby girl, that boy is playing you.”

“Daddy!” Your daughter groans and rolls her eyes, knowing this conversation all too well. She sinks further into the couch. “Please!”

“I don’t plan on dying any time soon—but remember what I said about fighting?” he asks, never letting his gaze break away from the delicate dance of the sun and moon across the horizon.

“It’s my Second Amendment,” she mutters, picking at the dry skin on her thumb.

“Exactly.” Reiner let her hand go, pouring more whiskey into his tea, “You are a tough girl. That’s why this is the last time I will ever bring this up. I promise.”

“Okay.”

The cicadas are screaming a little louder. Reiner and your daughter enjoy the sunset on the front porch. His gaze follows the creamsicle-coloured sunset, which disappears behind the rolling fields. Your voice cuts the silence, urging Reiner and your daughter to enter. “Love, your potatoes are done! Come inside so we can finish plating dinner!”

Reiner slowly gets up from his wicker chair, his calloused hands opening the creaking door. “Come on—I also made your favourite.”

Your daughter doesn’t move, instead looking out to where the sun once was. “Come on, baby girl. You know how your brother gets.” Reiner softly urges.

“Daddy, he cheated on me. I-” she choked on her words, “I don’t know what to do.”

Reiner softly closes the door. From the corner of his eyes, he can finally see the steady stream of tears cascading from her eyes.

“Reiner! Hurry, please!”

“One-second love!” He calls out to you, “I’m sorry, baby girl.” Reiner thumbs your daughter's tears away before roughing up her hair.

Almost as if you sensed a shift in the air, you urge your son to help with dinner instead- much to his dismay. After two minutes of whining, the sound of an oven door closing and plates replace your son’s protests. Your daughter's sniffles fill the air, and the aroma of dinner mingles with it. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not.” Reiner glances halfway before patting his pant pocket down in search of something. The depths of his muddy denim work pants rattling.

“Daddy what are you doing?”

“Good. I have my keys.”

“For what?”

Reiner throws his keys to your daughter. “You have your license?”

“Yeah? I drive to school everyday?”

“Not that one.”

As if she finally understood what Reiner was saying, her lips curled into a little smile.“You don’t have to go out and fight.”

“It’s my Second Amendment.”

Reiner nods before turning back to the door. As he’s about to enter the house she runs up to him giving a tight hug. He pulls her into a warm embrace and waves her goodbye. Your daughter rushes to the red pickup truck with anticipation. Reiner feels a swelling in his chest that only his little family could ever elicit.

He grabs the now-empty cups and heads inside the house, kicking off his outdoor shoes at the entrance and changing into his slippers. When Reiner enters the kitchen, he rinses and places the cups in the sink to be washed later. Sounds of the truck engine starting and a slamming door snap you away from the conversation with your son.

“Is she not going to eat dinner?”

“She has an errand to run—just to check something out.” He pulls out his chair and gives your son a little pinch on the cheek. “Let’s say grace."

a/n: I LOVE DAD REINER SO MUCH! When I heard this song again for the first time in years, this was all I could think about. Okay! Time to finish this chapter for First Love/Late Spring, which I might push back the release date to Saturday because I worked sm overtime this week and I’m feeling tired >.<

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[kaminokatieemoved]

Shirt || Erwin Smith

Synopsis - Erwin comes home from a long, hard day at work to see you wearing one of his shirts as a nightdress.

Warnings - NSFW. Size kink, squirting, authority kink, slapping, overstimulation, sex toys, unprotected p in v sex, multiple orgasms (female), breeding kink, love bites, swearing.

All your clothes were either in the wash or in your own room, therefore you had absolutely nothing to wear for bed, nothing of yours anyway. You took one of Erwin's shirt out of his nightstand and lifted it up to your body admiring it, surely he wouldn't mind you wearing one of his shirts for the night. You placed it on the king-sized bed you and Erwin shared when you stayed in his quarters and jumped into his private shower to clean off the remnants of your day.

You welcomed the heat of the water as it splashed against your skin, and you wasted no time in lathering your body up with soap. You began humming your favourite song as you washed your body and hair, letting all the stress of your day melt away as the soap drifted down the drain. You sighed contently as you rinsed yourself off and hopped out of the shower, now fully clean. You wrapped the towel around your body and made your way back to the bedroom.

When you entered the bedroom, you were greeted with a waft of the cool summer air that came from the bedroom window you had left open while you went for a shower. You smiled to yourself as you dried your body off and threw Erwin's shirt on. It was little too big on you, the hem of the shirt hung just below your knees and the sleeves could act as gloves as you held them in your hands. You didn't mind it though, it was awfully comfortable and right now comfort is what you needed. You sprawled out on the bed and closed your eyes, waiting for Erwin to come home.

Erwin opened the door to his bedroom quietly. Usually you would have greeted him outside, but since you hadn't he assumed you were asleep, therefore he tried to be as silent as possible. Erwin turned his attention to the king-sized bed situated in the middle of the room and saw you curled up in a ball, sound asleep. He smiled and began to take off his Survey Corps uniform, stripping himself until he was just in his boxers. Then he turned his attention to you again, this time realising you were in one of his shirts. His throat went dry as the realisation hit him. He gulped.

Erwin had realised rather early on into your relationship that he had a size kink. One in which he was huge and you were, well, in comparison to him, tiny. The thought of you wearing his clothes had always turned him on and up until now, it had always just been a fantasy. You turned over in your sleep and opened your legs slightly revealing your exposed cunt to Erwin. He sighed shakily, trying to ignore the aching erection that was growing by the second at the sight of you. Not looking at the ground beneath him, Erwin moved closer to the bed to get a better look at you only to trip on one of his boots. He hit the ground with a hard smack but stood up quickly. The sound had you shoot up on the bed, fully awake and alert at the intruder.

"Erwin!" you cried out when your vision focused on him. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"Sorry my love," he chuckled. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"I'm glad you did," you smiled softly at him. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too sweetheart," Erwin responded as he climbed onto the bed with you.

You sat on your knees and moved to kiss him, pressing your lips against his softly. You were swimming in his shirt as it covered your entire body and although there was no skin on show, Erwin couldn't help but feel his cock twitch in his boxers.

"How was your day?" you asked, pulling away from his lips and staring into his eyes.

"Long," he replied with a slight chuckle. "Very long."

"You're home now," you smiled pecking his lips once more. "It's good to have you home."

"It's good to be home," Erwin smiled at you, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of his lap so you were straddling him.

You grinded against him slightly to get comfortable, but then you noticed his growing erection pressed against you. "Oh hello," you smirked, cocking an eyebrow and wrapping your arms around Erwin's neck.

"Sorry," he whispered, looking away from you. "You just look so good in my shirt."

You couldn't help but chuckle and chase his lips with your own. "I'm sorry for wearing it without asking," you said into his lips.

Erwin shook his head. "Don't worry sweetheart."

He kissed you once more, pulling you closer to his body. You couldn't help but grind against him once more as he did, earning an involuntary moan to escape Erwin's lips. You smirked devilishly and grinded down again, this time harder and slower. "Does that feel good, Erwin?" you asked teasingly. The huge man below you couldn't help but nod as you continued the motion.

You lifted Erwin's shirt you were wearing up, so it was bunched around your hips exposing your lower half to your boyfriend. Then you placed your pussy directly onto his bulge and began to grind again. "Baby," he whispered into your ear as you continued your movements. "I need to fuck you, now."

Before you were unable to say anything in response, Erwin had threw you off his lap and onto the bed so you were on your back. You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips as the giant climbed on top of you. Erwin pressed his lips against yours hungrily, thrusting his clothed cock against your folds. You let out a moan which was happily swallowed by Erwin's kiss and bucked your hips up in excitement. Erwin pulled away from your lips and looked down to see a wet patch on his boxers: his pre-cum mixed with your juices. He felt dizzy from the sight alone and his breathing intensified. You looked down to see what he was staring at and blushed, muttering a quick "sorry" beneath your breath. Erwin simply shook his head to dismiss your apology and attached his lips to your neck greedily. He began sucking and biting at the sensitive skin near your jugular vein, hard enough to leave marks in the morning. Erwin did love to mark you - it let everybody around know that you were his. You let out a gasp at the initial bite, your hands automatically flying to his hair and gripping tightly. You threw your head back and allowed him better access as he dipped a hand down to your pussy, stroking you with one finger.

"Oh baby," Erwin moaned between your neck when he felt the wetness between your legs. "You're soaking wet for me."

You hummed in response and nodded your head. Erwin continued kissing and biting at your neck as slipped one of his fingers inside of your core. You bit your lip and threw your head back as the initial stretch of his finger burned slightly. "Shit," you moaned out.

Erwin ignored your profanity and began to thrust his finger in and out of your cunt slowly. Occasionally, he would curl his finger inside of you, hitting the sweet spot that made your toes curl. Without warning, he inserted a second finger and you gasped loudly. Wasting no time, Erwin continued his movements inside you as he sucked on your neck. "'M going to mark you," he whispered huskily. You nodded enthusiastically, eyes half-lided with pleasure.

Just a few seconds later you felt your stomach clench, the muscles inside of you contracting as your release neared. "Erwin," you gasped out, eyes now wide. "I'm going to cum."

Erwin nodded against your neck before he pulled away to look you in the eyes. He was certainly a fan of watching you come undone. With a few more thrusts of his fingers, his name ripped from your throat as your legs began to shake violently beneath him. You weren't sure how it happened, but you found yourself squirting all over the bedsheets. You turned your head away from Erwin in embarrassment, but he used his free hand to bring your face back to him. His eyes were wide with lust and marvel. "Where did that come from?" he asked playfully with a smirk. You shook your head in uncertainty. Yes, he'd made you cum plenty of times before with both his fingers and his cock. But you'd never once squirted. "I liked it."

"Erwin, I need you to fuck me," you stated. Your chest rose and fell dramatically as you attempted to catch your breath.

"But before that," Erwin started, taking his fingers out of your cunt and placing them against your lips. "Taste how sweet you are for me, my good girl."

You nodded and opened your mouth wide enough for Erwin to slip his fingers in. You swirled your tongue around them, savouring the tangy taste of your release which coated them and stared directly into Erwin's eyes. Something about the lewdness and intimacy of it all had Erwin shivering with anticipation. He couldn't wait any longer. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and pulled down his boxers, erection springing free of its restraints. Cock standing to attention, you marvelled at it. You reached your hands down to the hem Erwin's shirt, the one you were wearing, and went to pull it off in one swift motion but your boyfriend had other ideas.

"Keep it on," he said lowly. "I love the way it buries you."

You looked down at the shirt and nodded once more, a blush rising to your cheeks. In one swift movement, Erwin was hovering above you. His arms were on either side of your head as he towered over you. He bent down and captured your lips in a sweet kiss as he lined his cock up with your entrance, slicking his tip against your folds to cover it with your juices for lubrication. Erwin's eyes met yours and you nodded, signalling you were ready for him so, he pushed into you slowly. When he reached halfway, Erwin stopped and allowed you time to adjust to his length. You nodded again giving him the go-ahead and he pushed his remaining inches inside of you, completely bottoming out. Once he was fully sheathed, Erwin let out a groan of pleasure, one that erupted from his throat. Erwin closed his eyes for a second in an attempt to stop himself from cumming straight away. The feeling of your warm walls constricting around him was a feeling he had become addicted too, one that felt too good for him to even fathom during moments like this.

"Please Erwin," you begged, squirming beneath him. "Fuck me."

This was twice you had asked him, and twice you had asked so nicely. He didn't need to be told again. Erwin began rutting into you slowly, savouring the feeling. You let out a slight moan and Erwin picked up the pace. He bent down to kiss you, trailing down to your jaw and then to your neck where he continued his ruthless assault on your skin. With each thrust came a new bite or suck, one that would be sure to leave marks come the morning. He then turned to the other side of your neck, making sure to give each side an equal amount of attention.

"You feel so delectable around my cock Y/N," Erwin groaned. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing Erwin further inside of you. You both let out a moan as his cock reached a new depth inside of you. You scrunched your eyes shut and threw your head back in pleasure as Erwin picked up the pace, eager to please you.

"Fuck Erwin!" you cried out.

Erwin's eyes darkened and he moved away from your neck to look down at you. Through your closed eyes, you felt him shift his weight so he was balancing on one arm when you felt a sting on your cheek. He slapped you. Your eyes shot open and a silent moan fell from your lips as your eyes met his. "What's my name?" Erwin growled, returning his hand to the side of your head so he was balancing on both arms once more.

"Sir!" you called out, scrunching your eyes shut again. The pleasure began building up inside of you once more and there was no denying you were going to squirt again. "Sir, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"Circle your clit," Erwin barked at you. You nodded enthusiastically and reached a hand down to your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves quickly. You were desperate to feel that immense pleasure once more. Before you knew it, you reached your limit. Squirting all over Erwin's torso you let out an earth-shattering scream, one that the other members of the Survey Corps passing-by the Commanders room were bound to hear. But you didn't care and neither did your boyfriend. Erwin couldn't help but smirk as he felt your release drip down his stomach and pool at the bottom of his cock. You removed your hand away but Erwin stopped still inside of you, raising an eyebrow. "Did I say you could stop?"

"N-No," you stuttered.

"Then carry on!"

"It's too much!" you cried out.

"I don't care," Erwin snapped. "Play with your fucking clit again."

You moaned and returned your fingers to your now sensitive, throbbing clit. "Too much sir."

"I'll show you too much," Erwin said, retracting his cock from your cunt. You whimpered at the empty feeling and propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched Erwin lean over to his bedside table. Your eyes widened when you realised what he was doing and you shivered in excitement. From the bedside table he pulled out a black vibrator, turning it on and staring at you with a devilish smirk on his lips. He pushed you back down again and attached the vibrator your clit. Almost immediately your legs began to shake and Erwin wasted no time in pushing his cock back inside of you, desperate to feel your warmth once more. "Hold it," he ordered, shoving the vibrator in your direction. You nodded languidly and took hold of the vibrator, keeping it pressed against your clit as Erwin returned his hands to either side of your head. His thrusts were careful, calculated, as he looked down at you. That damned shirt he thought. Erwin couldn't help but feel his heart swell at the sight before him. Your hair fanned out on the bed below, eyes scrunched up with pleasure and lips parted perfectly as a string of moans escaped them.

"Sir," you whimpered. "Too much! Too much!"

"Tell me what you want pretty girl," Erwin cooed against your neck, sucking at the marks that were forming. Tears began to stream from your eyes. The pleasure from his cock and the vibrator was too much and you felt yourself reaching yet another orgasm. Your legs shook and you were cumming before you could even warn Erwin. "Did you just cum again?" he asked.

"Yes," you croaked out. Erwin couldn't help but smirk as pride filled his chest. Only he could make you cum three times within the space of a few minutes.

"Tell me what you want," Erwin repeated. This time he sounded more serious.

"Want your cum," you cried out.

"You're such a good girl for me," Erwin smiled sweetly. Sweat threatened to spill from his brow as he continued his ruthless pace into you, now nearing his own orgasm. "I'm going to breed you now."

"Yes sir," you said hoarsely, turning the vibrator off and throwing it to one side to deal with later.

Erwin folded you easily into a mating press and began long, hard thrusts. Thrusts that were so strong, it sent shockwaves up your body. You ignored the dull ache in your body and just focused on the feeling of your boyfriend pounding into you at an ungodly speed. Erwin began to loose control, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he felt his own orgasm finally coming to a close. He wrapped his arms behind your head and brought you up to kiss him deeply as he shot ropes of his cum deep inside of you. He chanted your name like a prayer as he shivered before flopping down on top of you, his energy completely spent. "Wow," was all he could manage to get out.

"Wow indeed," you breathed deeply catching your own breath.

"Y/N," Erwin said, lifting his head up to admire the purple marks forming on either side of your neck.

"Yes Erwin?" you asked, smiling at him sweetly.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"And also, feel free to wear my shirts more often."

You couldn't help the hearty laugh that escaped your throat. If it meant having mind-blowing sex like that every time, then you most certainly would.

Requested by @hopeless-daydream3r - I hope you like it! I spent longer than I care to admit on this. Reblogs, likes and shares are greatly appreciated!

Requests are open, and my ask box is finally up so feel free to send in some requests!

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[animeisfornerdz]

The Ultimatum || Zeke Jaeger

Synopsis - Zeke see's you and General Theo Magath in an intimate moment. The next day he pulls you one side and confronts you, giving you an ultimatum.

Warnings - NSFW. Dub-Con/Non-Con.

Word Count - 1.9k

[Caffeinate Me]

You were pushed up against the wall in the alleyway. General Theo Magath’s hands trailed down your waist and his lips were pushed up against yours, kissing you eagerly. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered breathily against your lips. His tongue licked your bottom lip, as if asking for entrance to your mouth, while one of his hands grabbed your right breast. 

You let out a soft whimper, revelling in the feeling of his hands pawing at your body. Quickly you came to your senses and shook your head, “we can’t do this here,” you whispered.

“Why not?” He asked, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Somebody might see us!” You protested, although letting out soft moans. 

“Nobody will see us here my darling,” he whispered. 

General Theo Magath pulled away from your lips for a second to look into your eyes, reassuring you with a silent glance. You took a shaky breath and nodded. Almost instantly, General Magath turned you around so you were facing the wall before pulling down your trousers and underwear, marvelling at your exposed cunt before him. This wasn’t your first time with the General, in fact, the two of you had been in a secret relationship for the last few weeks. Nobody knew though; nobody could know. A Marleyan and an Eldian? It was practically unheard of and the two of you would be shunned for it. Despite this, you still took his breath away. He quickly pulled his cock out of his trousers and lined himself up with your entrance before slamming inside of you relentlessly. 

What you didn’t know is that somebody was watching you the entire time. 

The next day seemed relatively normal. You woke up, had breakfast and then headed straight to the training field. Your lover gave you a quick smirk before ordering you to train. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, not even when Zeke Jaeger stayed behind after training to talk to you. The blonde would often do that in order to keep bonds between the Warriors. He leaned against the wall as you switched your shoes, looking down on you through his glasses. You felt his stare and looked up at him, giving a smile before saying, “what’s wrong Zeke?” You turned your attention back to your shoes. 

“So,” he whispered. “You and the General, huh?” 

Your eyes widened and your movements slowed as you looked back up at Zeke. “W-What?” You asked, a slight stammer on your tongue. 

“You and General Magath. You’re fucking, right?” Zeke asked, lighting up a cigarette. 

You shook your head, “no.”

“That’s not what I saw,” Zeke grinned, the now lit cigarette placed firmly between his lips. He took a drag of it before blowing the smoke your way. “I saw him fucking you yesterday. Outside in the alleyway.”

“Y-You saw that?” You asked. Your face was red with embarrassment, but also with fear. 

“Oh I saw that,” Zeke repeated. He knelt down in front of you and smirked sadistically. “You don’t want me to tell, do you?” He asked, his voice sickeningly sweet like honey. All you could do was shake your head. “Then I have something I want you to do for me.” You nodded silently, lips parted ever so slightly and eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. 

There was silence for a moment as Zeke stared into your eyes. You knew he was enjoying the moment. Enjoying the power he had over you in the current situation. You gulped slightly before saying, “what is it you want me to do for you?” 

Zeke threw his half-smoked cigarette on the floor and stomped on it with his boot to put it out before looking around. It was as if he was looking for somebody. When he saw no one around, he looked at you again. His hand went down to his crotch area, fumbling with the zipper on his trousers. “Suck,” he ordered. 

“E-Excuse me?” You asked, eyes widening even more. 

“You heard me,” Zeke said, raising an eyebrow. His zipper was down and he was already pulling his flaccid cock out. “Suck.” You stared him in the eyes for a few seconds, trying to deduce whether or not he was joking, but when he shoved his cock in your face you realised he was being deadly serious. “If you don’t want people to know, you’ll suck my dick.” 

You were unable to protest before Zeke was forcing your mouth open and shoving his cock into your mouth. He let out a soft groan as he began to fuck your face, cock hardening in your mouth by the second. You rolled your eyes back into your head as you hollowed your cheeks, already desperate to please him. You didn’t want anyone to know about you and General Theo Magath. 

Zeke’s left hand wrapped around the strands of hair on top of your head and moved you along his length. His cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag on his length. “That’s a good girl,” Zeke mumbled, eyes fixed on your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his tip and Zeke shivered at the contact, eyes closing momentarily before opening again. He fucked your face ruthlessly, not giving you a second to breathe. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second as Zeke continued his movements. So much so, you dropped one of your hands to your crotch and began to palm yourself through your pants. “Dirty girl. Are you getting off from this? Huh? You getting off from me fucking your throat?” He asked hoarsely. You closed your eyes and nodded a simple ‘yes’, a soft moan erupting in your throat. The moan came out muffled, mouth still full of Zeke’s cock. Without warning, Zeke removed his cock from your mouth and you sighed dramatically, almost missing the feeling of being full. “Do you want more, huh?” You nodded. “Answer me with words, pretty thing, do you want more?”

You stared up at Zeke for a few seconds before you finally responded. “Will you tell anybody about me and the General if I do this?” You asked softly, voice trembling and throat hurting. 

Zeke shook his head. “No, I won’t tell anyone.”

You nodded to yourself and stood up, watching as Zeke’s cock bobbed up and down as he stared down at you. “Okay,” you whispered. 

Zeke took your hand and dragged you to the edge of the training field where no one would be able to see the two of you. He checked once more that nobody was around before he attached his lips to your neck. In surprise, you let out a soft whimper. Your eyes were still wide as Zeke continued his assault on your neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh that separated him from your jugular vein. One of his hands began to unbutton your trousers with ease as his other hand pumped his still hardened cock. “You be a good girl for me and your secret is safe,” Zeke whispered. You nodded quickly, closing your eyes and revelling in the feeling of his lips on your neck. You couldn’t help the guilt that pooled in your stomach, however. When your trousers and underwear were pooled at your ankles, Zeke slicked a finger up your folds slowly. You let out a soft gasp as your body shivered at his touch. “You’re so wet,” Zeke mumbled, his finger slowly pushing into your entrance, stretching you out. 

“No I’m not,” you mumbled, face flushing red. 

Zeke didn’t say anything, instead he withdrew his finger from your cunt and lifted it to your mouth. “Taste it,” he whispered huskily. You shook your head, but Zeke wasn’t taking no for an answer. He pushed his finger past your lip and into your mouth. “Suck,” he said. Your eyes went wide but you did as he said. You sucked your juices off his finger and Zeke let out a soft moan as he felt your tongue wrap around his digit. “Good girl.” 

He retracted his finger and smiled sweetly at you before lowering his hand back down to your pussy. This time, he inserted two fingers into you. You let out another moan as he fully sheathed his fingers inside of you, your eyes rolling back into your head. “Oh fuck-” you whimpered. 

“Feel good?” Zeke asked as his fingers began to curl inside of you. You couldn’t talk, only nod as he began to move slowly. “Good girl.” 

Your back was pressed against the wall, arching as Zeke reached that special spot inside of you. You let out a choked cry as he sped his fingers up. “I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. 

“That’s a good girl,” Zeke mumbled. “Cum for me. Cum for me and your secret is safe.” Without any other words, you came, and hard. Your eyelids fluttered. A string of ‘fuck’s’ left your lips as you did. Once Zeke was satisfied, he pulled his fingers away from you and continued to pump at his erect length. He turned you around so you were facing the wall and lined himself up before slowly pushing himself in, inch by inch. “You’re being so good for me,” Zeke cooed in your ear as he bottomed out into you. You bite your bottom lip as he began to thrust himself into your cunt trying your hardest not to let out any sounds for fear of being caught. Zeke’s hands travelled to your covered breasts, cupping them desperately., kneading them with everything he had. He was panting in your ear as he continued his movements. “You know, if you keep squeezing around me like that, I won’t last,” he panted. 

“Can’t help it,” you whimpered. “It feels so good.”

“You’re right,” Zeke gasped. “It feels better than I imagined.”

You felt yourself nearing your second orgasm as Zeke violated your hole, pumping inside of you almost desperately. “Going to cum again,” you whined. Zeke just nodded his head, signalling he too was close. “Zeke!” You cried out, grasping the wall in front of you as your orgasm washed over you. This time, your legs shook violently and you had to try your hardest to keep yourself up as Zeke continued to thrust into you roughly. 

“God baby, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned and with a few more staggered thrusts, spilled himself deep inside of you. Zeke was breathing was ragged as he pulled out of you with a ‘pop’. You found yourself whimpering from the loss of contact as he retracted his dick and zipped up his trousers. “You were such a good girl,” he whispered after a few moments of silence. “It’s a shame I have to tell on you.”

Your eyes widened. “But you said-”

“I know, I know,” he whispered, his voice sickeningly sweet. Zeke tilted his head to the side as he watched you pull up your own trousers quickly, shaking with each movement. 

“You can’t!” You cried out, tears pooling at your lower lash line. “You promised!” Zeke shook his head as he began to walk away, leaving you feeling used and violated. “You promised!” You screamed after him. 

Zeke didn’t turn around, nor did he stop. He had already made his mind up from the second he saw you and General Magath having sex. Now, you had to face the consequences. He just had to have you once before he told.

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[softxsuki]

i love the aesthetic of your blog so much and you’re an incredibly talented writer!! your works are super comforting to me and i always look forward to seeing them in my feed. i’ve read your note as well & you’re so thoughtful trying to create content for people having a tough time. i appreciate you! :)

i was wondering if you could do something with jean kirschtein helping a reader fall asleep and/or just being comforting and taking care of them when they’re sad or not feeling well/fatigued? i would love to see this as a oneshot and leaning romantic and fem!reader but as the writer please take the liberty to do what’s easiest or most comfortable for you!! i saw you have a lot of requests pending so if you can’t get to this, i completely understand and no worries!! thank u so much <33 have a wonderful week 🤍

Jean Helps S/O Fall Asleep

Pairing: Jean x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight kissing, feeling anxious, not being able to sleep

Genre: Fluff, Comfort (kinda)

Post-Type: Oneshot (surprisingly)

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you sneak to the men's barracks to find Jean after struggling to fall asleep at night

[A/N: Oh wow hi! Thank you so much for the compliment. My blog theme is different now, but I hope you still like it JEKAFE. I finally got to your request, I just hope you're still around to read it (lemme know if you are <3) I hope I did alright. For some reason I suck so bad at writing for Jean. I'm working on it though T-T. Hope you're doing well, enjoy <3]

It was dark as light snores filled the room; yet you were still very much awake. No matter how long you kept your eyes closed, sleep never came. Was it the anxiety that filled your heart, wondering when you’d all have to go into action? Or was it the little issues in your life that kept popping back into your mind, making you restless? There were an endless number of possibilities, yet you couldn’t pinpoint which one it was exactly. For all you knew it could have been a mixture of all those things and more.

It was way past curfew and you knew going to the men’s barracks would probably get you into a lot of trouble if Levi or any of your other superiors caught you, but you needed to see your boyfriend, Jean. Having met him through the Survey Corps, you’d been together for a few years now and Jean very quickly became the one you relied on the most. If anyone could help bring peace to your restless mind so you could get some sleep, it would be him. So, you sneak out of your bed, careful not to wake Sasha who was asleep in the bunk above you; she’d definitely be too loud if you woke her accidentally. 

Slipping on your boots, you sneak out of the woman’s barracks and head towards the men’s barracks which wasn’t too far away, though you had to avoid being spotted from a few soldiers that were keeping watch, nothing crazy though. You could feel your heart beating in your chest, anxious to be caught, yet desperate and excited to be in Jean’s arms. 

As soon as you successfully make it into the men’s barracks, you head straight for Jean’s bed. Thankfully he had a lower bunk so you wouldn’t have to worry about climbing up a ladder to get to him. The smell of man hits your nose, making you scrunch your nose slightly–it wasn’t the most pleasant scent, but it would have to do. 

When you spot Jean, he’s peacefully asleep, and you debate whether you should wake him up or not. He worked hard during the day, carrying heavy items around the base and training so he can always be in his best condition when the time comes. You felt guilty–why couldn’t you just handle this alone? There was no reason to bother him about it and ruin his own rest. You sigh before turning back around to go back to your own barracks, when a voice stops you.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” It was Jean.

Turning back around, you see him sitting up now with his eyes opened slightly as he watches you.

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it, go back to sleep, baby,” you whisper to him and go to continue walking away, but you feel him grab your arm and pull you into his bed. 

“C’mon, tell me. I know you didn’t just come here to watch me sleep and then leave. Unless you did, that would be really weird,” he jokes, speaking softly as to not awaken the guys around him.

You crack a smile at that. Already you were feeling a little less anxious and more relaxed than you were in your own bed. Leaning back into his chest as his arms wrap around you, he holds you tightly, waiting for you to speak.

“I just…couldn’t sleep,” you admit, feeling a little childish now that you said it out loud. So what if you couldn’t sleep? Was that any reason to go running to him? (um yes, duh)

But Jean thought otherwise. “Then I better fix that, huh?” You can hear the smile in his tone as he leans in to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Come lie down.”

And you do. Squished together on the tiny twin bed, you both lie down, while Jean keeps his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close into his chest as he presses several kisses to your face now, leaving the last kiss on your lips with a hum. 

“Close your eyes and take deep breaths,” he instructs quietly, his fingers running mindlessly through your hair, leaning in a little further every now and then to massage your scalp in hope to help you relax. “Everything’s okay. You’re safe, you’re loved, and most importantly, you have me here to hold you.”

Deciding to listen to him, yet already feeling a lot more sleepy now that you were in his arms cuddled up together, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, following his breathing as the sensation of his fingers in your hair, helps you fall deeper and deeper into a relaxed state. His comforting words sink into your mind, replacing and quieting down your restless thoughts.

“Good girl,” Jean whispers in your ear, now closing his own eyes as you both breathe deeply together, a comfortable silence falling over you. You cuddle closer to him before drifting off to dreamland, your dreams full of Jean and your hopefully bright future together. 

…

You don’t even remember when you fell asleep, but you did. Opening your eyes first thing in the morning, you didn’t expect to hear hushed giggles or the sight of all your male comrades hovered over you with sly smiles on their faces.

“Had fun?” Eren teases with a smirk, never missing an opportunity to get under Jean’s skin. 

“Oh shut up, as if none of you haven’t done this before,” Jean finally opens his own eyes, and shoo’s everyone away, turning to you and kissing you. “Morning my love.”

You felt your face go hot as the guys around you whistled, but the sudden commotion didn’t help as Levi entered the barracks to tell everyone to quiet down, and unfortunately spotted the two of you in bed together. It was very obvious that you had spent the night with Jean, a clear violation of the Survey Corp rules, and Levi was definitely not pleased.

You’re both punished with extra chores and running laps before dinner, not being allowed to eat until all 100 laps are done. Though being able to spend the night with your boyfriend and have the best sleep you’d had in a while was more than worth it. You were already planning your future trip to the men’s barracks to do it again, even if it meant running more laps and annoying Levi.

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Posted: 7/27/2023

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[mulberrysilk]

Illicit Affairs | Z. Yeager

Zeke Yeager x f!reader

summary: an unspoken love hidden from others. An involvement with the Zeke Yeager was akin to a sweet dream. It was reckless and was bound to be tragic with what the Wonder Boy’s ambition will bring. Yet, every time, none dared to speak the three words that might change everything or nothing.

cw: canonverse. unprotected sex, hinted corruption kink, secret relationship. creampie, possessive Zeke Yeager, kinda angsty? praise, zeke calls reader good girl. Zeke is only soft to reader, okay i guess this fic is lowkey sweet but more so bittersweet

wc : 5.3k

a/n : it has been very long while and I'm mid away S4 part 2 of AOT but am now watching Bleach just cause. So here is a Zeke fic that's been sitting in my drafts for a long time with a lot of other drafts. I will also start posting some fics when I make an ao3 acc! Again, I'm sorry for being gone for a long time but I'll try to write more because I do miss it and I miss interacting with everyone here too.

Special thanks to @iwaasfairy for beta-reading this! ♥︎

That’s thing about illicit affairs  and clandestine meetings and longing stares

It’s born from just one single glance but it dies and it dies, and it dies

A million little times

“How about you?” The ravenette nodded at your direction, a gentle yet playful smile adorning her face. The sleepy and calm look in her eyes was ever present but now had a shimmer of curiosity. 

“What about me?” 

“Have you been seeing anyone?” Pieck’s grin widened, especially when you froze momentarily. All fell eyes on you now. 

You nervously laughed and played it off by pouring yourself another serving of wine. Little did you know, two pairs of eyes were curiously keen to know the answer, they stared at you with anticipation, and Pieck knew this. 

“Yeah, let me know, so I could beat him up. Give him a good scare,” Galliard smirked, clenching his fist and flexing his bicep to further his point. 

“You won’t have to scare anyone,” you interjected immediately but like being shot with an unexpected arrow to the back or as if being caught sneaking around to steal something, you tensed. The all too familiar burning stare made your skin prickle and your body shiver. Swallowing the lump in your throat and maintaining your composure, you continued. “There’s nobody.” 

To make it even more believable you offered your friends a smile.

The blond across you exhaled as if he held his breath. “If there was somebody, she would tell us. We don’t have to pry like this.” 

Pieck pursed her lips, eyes teasing and in disbelief. “Oh? Well, I’m just teasing her, Reiner.” 

You chuckled and reached to the back of your neck, your senses tingling from the knowing feeling of what it’s like to be in his presence. 

“Plus, people know better than to go after our Y/N.” Porco huffed, leaning back into the cushioned booth seat,  a strand of ashy blond hair falling from its slicked body. “We’re not letting some good for nothing idiot anywhere near her.”

“How protective of you, Pock.” Pieck mused, your ears not picking up a lot as your head buzzed with the effects of wine. “And do you think you’re not a good for nothing idiot?” 

He was here. You could feel him. As you stared into the glass, the still body of deep red reflected your face. 

“Hey, kid.” A hand gently squeezed your shoulder. The warm touch made you shudder as your teeth clenched. Don’t call me, kid. Something about that made your heart sink a little and yet his touch lingered as everyone acknowledged his appearance. 

“What’s Pieck tormenting you with this time?” He asked, voice void of sarcasm one would really think he was serious but that’s him. He says some things seriously with a humour he only understood. 

“I’m not tormenting her,” she giggled, glancing at you as Zeke causally stood behind you, not taking a seat in the booth you four were sat. “Just asking about our dear little crybaby’s love life.” 

“Oh?”

“There’s not much to tell because she claims she doesn’t have one.” 

His thumb gently drew circles on the back of your shoulder, your heart picking up at the gesture. You raised your gaze from the wine and up to him. His defined jaw and the sinews of his neck as he spoke were the first thing you gathered before moving to his lips, his cheekbones, his nose and his eyes.  You weren’t sure if it was the buzz of the wine getting to you, making you feel all soft and fuzzy but this was a face you had gazed upon many a night. Sometimes you wondered why he hid his handsome face with his golden beard. Not that you were complaining, oh no. The hair that framed his mouth and jaw added a kind of wisdom to him, it made his overall countenance even more unreadable. 

“How is she supposed to have one when you’ve got these two,” he tilted his head slightly to the direction of the two men sat across from you. “…Colt and even the kids, guarding her like a hawk?” Zeke jested. 

How indeed. 

“She could be having a secret love affair?” Pieck suggested with a sly smile, winking at your direction.

But all you could think about was how you disliked it when Zeke called you kid. 

Soft linen kissed the bare skin of your back and your head rested upon a cloud soft pillow. Your whole body tingled as if slowly being set aflame, sparks ignited with every single caress from callous yet gentle hands. The bitter taste of tobacco lingered on his pink lips that you’d never imagined to be this soft and yet there was a sweetness to them that you can’t quite place but you craved for more. 

His hands run down your sides and paused at your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, feeling them as if checking that he was really touching you as his lips refused to leave yours. When they did he found himself wanting to kiss every part of you and he had the rest of the long night to do so. Your lips parted slightly with a soft gasp escaping when his lips, hot, kissed and suckled at the curve of your neck. Your legs shivered to close, wanting to rub against each other for some kind of friction but he was between them as he pinned you beneath him, worshipping you with every kiss and caressing you with adoration.

He felt the way your thighs tried to close, squeezing his waist gently. He couldn’t hold back the smirk that formed on his face as he continued to kiss you, bringing his knee up to your mound.

“Z-Zeke!” You had gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders squeezed him at the sudden pressure of where you began to ache.

“That’s a beautiful rendition of my name, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin. “I’m looking forward to hearing more.” 

Zeke didn’t know what was awoken in him to even try with you. All he knew was he wanted you and that every time you had to leave after being with him and your shared friends, he’d rather go home with you than watch you go. He sought after you in ways he shouldn’t and believed he couldn’t care for. He didn’t know what exactly it was. Was it because his term with his Titan was ending? Maybe he just wanted to live a little? Let loose before he dies? He was too intoxicated by just you to even contemplate an answer, it’s even more difficult when he could feel your supple soft skin beneath his calloused tainted hands, hear your titillating breaths and feel warmth emanating from your body. 

It felt like a crime to be this close to you. To touch you. He couldn’t help but be audacious when he had seen you from across the room, seated by the bar and in  a conversation with Pieck. He had wondered what she had said to you that made you flush and bloom so prettily that the sudden idea of other parts of you being that same shade of flush crossed his mind. He could’ve stayed away. He should’ve. But when you caught him staring at you from afar and you held his gaze, he knew that something was lit aflame. 

Then it happened over and over again. Longing stares, a glint in his eye and a soft nod of your head and a smile to silently acknowledge him. Over and over til small talk became in depth conversations, til soft short touches lingered and became bolder. 

Till it all filled a chalice that was full and now was overflowing endlessly. All that so he could now feel your skin against his, your lips on his lips and be completely and utterly drunk on all of you. 

“T-take these off.” You huffed when you lied back down, annoyed with the fabrics that separated the two of you. 

“Impatient are we?” He grinned, leaning back to full height and kneeling between you. You rolled your eyes at the smug look on his face but when he discarded his blazer and his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, you let out a deep breath. It was a shame that his clothes hid away such a toned frame, a body that was trained rigorously for years and one that harnessed a Titan. 

“You were the one who kissed me first,” you pointed out, still admiring his physique illuminated by moonlight. 

“I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.” He threw the shirt away before bringing his attention, not like he wasn’t before, back to you. There you laid on his bed, hair beautifully a mess, only in your shell satin slip,pliant and anticipating, looking up at him with those eyes of yours. He wished he could take a picture. 

“See. You’re the impatient one.” 

“Guilty as charged.” He surrendered easily to you and only you. 

Without wasting another precious moment, his lips claimed yours and he would claim it over and over again if he had to. You were sweet. Too sweet. Too much of a good thing that he shouldn’t ruin because God knows the sins he had committed. But at the end of the day, he was also a man. A temptation as promising and as beautiful as you was worth a bite. 

Zeke’s hands roamed the expanse of exposed skin, finding that he adored touching the skin of your thighs as he pushed the satin fabric higher and higher, enjoying the way your breath hitched when he caressed your inner thigh. 

“Have you ever had someone before?” He asked, grey eyes looking through long, pretty, dark golden lashes.

“Why?” You caught your lip between your teeth finding the question amusing as you hid your smirk. “Do you want me to say you’re the first?” 

His hands squeezed your thighs, his jaw tightening as he glared. “You’re teasing.” 

“Am I?” You ran your fingers through his blond hair, pushing it back to see his face. He looked agitated and antagonised, and the way he looked at you like this made you want to push his buttons more. Did it bother him if someone else did touch you? Was he a territorial kind of man? 

His thumbs dug into the flesh of your thighs. “Answer my question.” 

You kept his gaze and let your smile unfold, and he didn’t like that. But you looked so god damn beautiful, smiling down at him like that with your secrets and leaving him on the edge, wondering if you’ll indulge him with what you hid behind that confident expression.

“Why?” You weren’t letting up, your fingers untangling from his locks, his eyes followed  your hand and how it traced your collarbone then slowly down between the valley of your breasts. “You’re wondering if I’ve been touched here?” 

“Yes.” He replied, hands sliding up to grip your hips now. 

“No...and nowhere else.” 

Zeke muttered a swear and your smile remained, finding it amusing how the great Zeke Yeager, the Wonder Boy and War Chief, was acting. You’ve never seen him like this or even imagined him to be like this. 

“Good.” He spoke, moving up so that his face was levelled with yours, his frame caging you. “Because I would make sure you’ll forget whoever it  was.” 

“Didn’t know you were so possessive, War Chief.” You batted your lashes, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth.  “It’s a new look on you.” 

“You are a tease.” 

“A secret love affair?” Galliard scoffed as if the possibility of it was so far-fetched. He was in denial of it.

“Is that so hard to believe?” Pieck smirked knowingly at  Porco’s reaction. His annoyance was written all over his face at the thought of someone else getting to you first. “Well, is it?” 

The ravenette was met with silence and you gave your two male friends in front of you a sheepish smile. You weren’t going to say anything. You couldn’t. Not with how things were. 

Far away from peering eyes and gossiping lips, you were his. You knew that. He made sure you knew. It was hard to not remember when every time you two would meet, your skin would have evidence of your time together. His lips would kiss and brandish your skin with marks that would take days to fade and if they did, he’d make sure  to kiss and nip at you again. 

In the privacy of his apartment, he was yours in the way every woman dreamed a man could be. Dressed in his shirts that smelled like him, you’d wander the rooms, going through his collection of books and sometimes making the two of you meals. He freely doted on you and flirted, took care of you and was a different person with you. On the other hand, Zeke could watch you forever but he had never confessed that out loud. Watching you go about his home as if you lived there too, as if you and him were in a world where nothing constrained him, had glimpses of  a future cross his mind. Zeke reminded himself that they were nothing but fantasies. An impossible dream. 

You were his and he was yours, and yet at the table, or in public, you didn’t know what you two were supposed to be. 

“I’m going to call it a night.” You yawned, slowly getting up feeling your lover's hand slip down your back. His touch was gone briefly and you already missed it. What an idiotic, lovesick fool he’s made you. “We should do this again sometime.” 

“Definitely.” Reiner smiled your way and you returned it, unaware of how his expression softened to quiet adoration but a pair of steel grey eyes knew that look too well. 

“I’ll walk the lady home.” Zeke casually announced, not raising any alarms in anyone’s heads. Meanwhile, your heart skipped when he had said that. 

“Sure you won’t stay? You haven’t even sat down to drink?” Galliard asked, hoping he could take over the duty of walking you home. 

“Just saw you all from the window and decided to drop by. Can’t drink tonight, I have a meeting with the top brass tomorrow morning.” Zeke declined courteously, the younger warriors nodding in acknowledgement.

“There’s always next time.” Pieck chirped, not thinking much of how the blond helped you with your coat. Everyone knew how Zeke took care of you. It’s always been like that ever since you all were young. 

“Next round is on me.” He placed a couple of bills on the table, Porco cheering at the treat as you waved at them and excused yourself for the night, Zeke following you three steps behind.

The streets were empty at this hour, dim yellow lights lit the road with white blankets of fallen snow on the ground and that same white was sprinkled on the rooftops. You could feel his gaze on your back and smell the thick scent of tobacco from the cigarette between his lips. You wished he was closer but you didn’t ask for too much with all the unanswered questions of your relationship with him.

“Where’s your scarf?” He asked.

“Oh, I must’ve—,” 

He draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, the intimacy and the sudden closeness catching you off guard. “You’re going to catch a cold if you keep forgetting.” 

“Mhm.” You nodded. That was all you could manage from your shock and fluster. He didn’t pull away after passing four street lamps, he continued to walk by your side as if he should be and as if this was an everyday occurrence, but to you it was so much more. You wished your heart could stop beating so fast so you could really cherish the moment.

“Yours or mine?” He asked when the two of you reached the cross section, his arm still pulling you close to his side, his warmth keeping you from shivering from the cold. 

“I thought you had a meeting with the top brass tomorrow…I don’t want to keep you up.” 

“Mhm, but you will.” He responded with a playful sing song voice all you could was shake your head and softly laugh. 

Your place wasn’t much compared to what he has as Marley’s Wonder Boy and War Chief, and yet when you least expected it he’d drop by, saying he was just passing and then you let him in for coffee or tea which always led to you and him tangled in the sheets. The same goes for his place, except there it felt more like home to you. Somewhere completely safe and guarded. 

“Yours.” You answered, leaning your head against him and he gently squeezed you tightly as a response before turning left, to the direction of his home. 

In the dim hallway, the keys rattled against each other as he unlocked the door, his half embrace around you gone for the time being. You rocked yourself on the balls and heels of your feet watching with butterflies in your tummy as he opened the door. Like a gentleman, he held it open and gestured for you to head in first. 

You shook your head, smiled, and stepped in. You looked around the apartment, very minimalist as always but homey in its own way. You removed your coat and folded it neatly to hang on the armchair. Plain white curtains, sand coloured sofa with matching cushions, a coffee table with books stacked on its surface as well as several folded newspapers from the days before and a crystal ashtray that had been your gift to him. 

The door clicked shut  and locked behind you, you exhaled feeling the comfort of his home wash over you. You turned to him. 

“Should I make coffee for the both—

You didn’t finish your offer as his lips on yours stopped you from doing so. His hands held your waist and pulled you against him. 

“No coffee, just you.” He managed to say in between kisses, his hands sliding down to the curve of your ass and even lower, a signal you knew all too well. You did as he asked, bouncing once so he could support you in wrapping your legs around his waist.  “Good girl.” He hummed with praise, before clashing his lips against yours again, easily carrying you to the direction of his bedroom. 

God, you loved hearing every praise that poured from those lips of his. 

Clothes came off quickly and were discarded along the way. His hands roamed the expanse of your body, caressing every curve and every spot that he had memorised would make you shiver in the sweet way you do. He knew your body and soul, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t love him. It was hard not to, especially when you’re lying on your back, breathless from hot kisses and heavy petting, on the edge of anticipation, caged beneath his frame with his handsome face hovering inches away from yours. He’d always, even in the heat of every passionate moment, have a little pause as if just to look at you, to savour the moment. It never failed to make you blush. To be subject to his intense gaze laced with desire and something that you could not read. 

Why did it have to be Zeke Yeager? 

Little did you know, in his head, every time he gazed upon your flushed and glistening face, he wondered about how you could’ve been with Galliard or Reiner, any other man you wanted. The thought of anyone else looking upon you and touching you like this made his chest sizzle with green jealousy. He wanted you to be his and in this moment, when you’re lying beneath him, plush lips parted and waiting for more, he’s reminded that you were his. 

Zeke hissed softly, torn from his epiphany when he felt the softness of your fingers wrap around his length, gliding up and down gently. You lined his cock to your entrance, the man before you amused by your impatience. He could feel the dampness leaking from you on his hot tip and it took everything in him to not grab your hips and fuck you then and there. 

“Z-Zeke…” you whine, pouting up at him. “P-please?” 

“How badly do you need me?” He asked, sliding his length beneath your folds, a breathy moan leaving you as it brushed against your clit. 

“B-bad.” You managed to say, your hands resting on his back. “Please.” Your lips trembled with want, Zeke unable to maintain his composure. “I want you. Need to feel you.” You began to rock your hips against his length, trying to get some sort of relief from the searing ache he had caused. God, he loved it when you were like this. 

Obliging to your cute sweet begging, he entered you painfully and deliciously slow. The heat of your walls wrapped snugly around him, fluttering and tightening at the intrusion, making him groan softly against your forehead while you moaned at the sensation of being finally filled. Each and every time, the beginning was a spreading warmth of euphoria.

Zeke’s teeth gritted against each other and he swore as he bottomed out, remaining still to just feel you. His pelvis pressed against yours, soft moans fell from your lips at the sensation of him inside of you as if all your secret trysts hadn’t made you used to him. How were you able to make him feel like this? So desperate, hot and bothered, and insatiable for your touch and attention. A rough hand gripped your hip, while the other steadied him to prevent him from crushing you with his frame. 

“You gotta let me know if I can move, sweetheart.” There was a hint of tease in his voice but he needed your green light as always. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Your arms tugged him close, allowing you that comfort. He listened as you took a shaky breath, your hips wiggling to have a feel. A moan left you as you did, giving him the answer he needed. “I swear,” he muttered, his hands assisting your legs to wrap around his waist. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He wished that could be true. 

Your heart skipped a beat at his words but that sweetness was overtaken with hot passionate need, when he rolled his hips, cock smoothly sliding between your walls. Your back arched into him, breasts pressing against his chest as you moaned and shuddered at the sensation. God, you needed more. 

“Good girl.” He kissed your cheek, thrusting and began to set a steady pace, all restraint leaving him with the way you tightened around him with the praise as his name fell so sweetly over and over from your lips.  

Shared soft moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The city outside was silent and the heat of your bodies fought off the cold bite of the winter breeze. Your nails sunk themselves in the skin of his back, the throbbing pleasure within your walls toe curling good. Zeke rather adored the marks your cute little claws would leave, he would always glance at them in the mirror post-sex when he has a chance before his regeneration makes it fade. 

If you had any sort of shame within you, you’d be embarrassed at how you panted and moaned for him. Your desire for him was painfully obvious. His hips rhythmically colliding against yours emitted obscene wet squelching, your cunt greedily welcoming his thick length as you felt every inch of him against your plush walls.

“You’re only this wet for me aren’t you?” He teased, his hand on your hip assisting your left leg to hook around his hips, allowing him to angle himself in the way that you liked that all you could do to respond to him was whine. “That’s it. Good girl.” The praise fell so enticingly smooth from his lips, his pace steady but fast. 

Pleasure bloomed through you, the tightening feeling in your core cooling tighter and tighter, close to snapping. The heat, his skin, his voice, everything. You wanted it. You wanted to be his forever. You wantonly begged for more, your nails carving crescent dents into his back as he rolled his hips over and over with burning lust. This was the closest you’ll ever be with him. The closest he’s going to allow you to be with him. 

“Fuck, I’m close.” Zeke grunted, hips not faltering from its pace and hands gripping your hips tighter. The blond chased his high, slamming his pelvis against yours, driving his cock into your plush pulsating walls and watching how you stared up at him with those lustful heavy lidded eyes. “You’re close too huh?” The sound of his voice made your walls tighten around him, Zeke groaning at the feeling. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” 

“You. Want you…make me come please.” You whined, brought closer to the edge when you felt one his hands leave your hip to splay itself over your lower belly, palm pressing against your skin and his thumb against your clit. You moaned out his name, your hips bucking at the added stimulation.

You didn’t have to tell Zeke twice. You were so good. So obedient. So sweet. So cute even like this, moaning and whining with pleasure, your breasts bouncing with every thrust and  the lips of your pussy split by his cock, walls hugging him so snugly. He can never get tired of this, of you. 

Zeke’s pace stuttered. Your walls squeezed him tighter and tighter, so close to your climax. Your voice was getting higher and louder too. His name fell from your lips like chants from a devoted worshipper begging their God to grant them their wishes. It boosted his ego as if it wasn’t already big enough, and he continued to rub circles on your clit, watching your lips part in a silent scream, your eyes shutting as you succumbed to your climax. 

No. He wanted you to look at him. 

The hand that remained on your hip, wrapped around your throat, your eyes fluttering open. Your brows furrowed as you huffed and panted, you looked up at him as if to ask what he was doing. His darkened unwavering gaze told you exactly what he wanted and your shoulders dropped, relaxing as the piling build up of your orgasm doubled. Zeke gently squeezed your pretty neck, surprised to feel your walls tighten around him. Did you like that? “C’mon, just keep looking at me, sweetheart. Let me see you.”

Your head was spinning from pleasure, your thoughts being nothing but how good his hot length moved inside of you and how you were tingling intensely with pleasure. The circular pattern when he massaged your clit quickened and the next thrust he gave kissed your g-spot so suddenly, the tightening coil within you snapped. 

Zeke groaned at the wetness that coated his cock as your walls spasmed around him, sucking him in he could only shallowly thrust, your legs wrapped tightly around him. He was so close, so damn close and  there it was. That drunken lustful look that haunted his dreams and appeared in every impure fantasy. His fingers left your throat, opting to cradle your face as he managed a couple more thrusts before completely forgetting himself, already lost the moment his skin kissed yours. 

You sucked in a deep breath, never breaking from his gaze and watching his eyes shut in bliss. His blond hair glistened in the dim room, strands stuck to his forehead gleaming with perspiration and his soft lips were parted ever so slightly, his face just completely relaxed and rapturous. You were so caught up in your own haze that you didn’t fully register the unfamiliar warmth that bloomed in your insides. 

Zeke doesn’t separate his hips from yours, he instead wrapped his arms around you, wanting to pepper your chest with kisses before nestling his forehead into the curve of your neck, still in his high. You wrap your own arms around him, your hand caressing the back of his head, running your fingers through his golden locks, just relishing this closeness. Your heart was in your throat, torn from saying the three words you don’t dare to say but would die to hear from him. 

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, your body already felt the fatigue catch up. As you slowly drifted to sleep, you could still feel Zeke lazily kiss along your neck. You fell asleep easily, remembering the sensation of his lips on each eyelid and him softly saying that he’ll take care of you before you fully passed out. 

Only then did Zeke slowly untangle himself from you, pausing when he realised his cock was still buried inside of you. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, pushing his hair back as he scolded himself for his mistake. It was careless of him. He couldn’t believe he lost  control like that.   Not letting himself lose composure and not wanting to wake you, not with how peacefully you slept, he slowly pulled out. His mind was blank as he stared bewildered at a sight that should’ve felt like a sharp slap  in the face, instead he felt hot to his core. Between your puffy lips, milky white leaked from your hole and unto the bed. He should be ashamed of himself… not like this. Gently with his thumb, he split your folds apart just watching as whatever of his seed overflowed from your full womb. God, why was that thought driving him mad? He could feel himself getting hard again at the sight. He had always, always, pulled out…finished on your skin, either your back, your ass, your tits, your stomach, your face. Never inside. It was against his creed. But fuck, he wanted to do it again. 

“Mhm…” you hummed in your sleep, shifting a little, fingers sleepily feeling the bed for the duvet. 

Zeke was snapped out of his trance, his eyes moved to your face, seeing you still in peace. The post sex glow lit your features and he’s reminded to go grab a towel and clean you up. Knelt again before you, he softly swiped the cloth along your inner thighs, his eyes drifting to your pussy stained with his cum. He should clean that up first.  

He didn’t know if he should apologise. He probably should. What he did was beyond careless. It was irresponsible. It’s against everything he fought for…and yet, that image of a happy family flashed his mind again. You, him and a babe in this apartment. He hasn’t got long so he shouldn’t even think about it. He should never think about it. 

“Zeke…” you murmured his name, eyes still shut, your hand heavily sliding itself on his side of the bed, brows furrowing ever so slightly at the emptiness. 

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He answered softly, resuming to clean up the mess he made. 

“Come…sleep…” 

“I’ll have a smoke first.” He gently dabbed the towel on your sensitive core, successfully having fought the curious urge to shove his cum back into your cunt with his fingers. What were you doing to him? 

“Okay…” your voice grew softer, turning to your side. Zeke covered your naked body with the duvet so that he's not tempted…

Out in the balcony with his trousers hanging low on his hips,  he inhaled deeply the fumes of the cigarette, finding comfort in the small little stick. What was he doing? He turned his thoughts over and over like pages in a book in search of pieces that would fit together to give him a solid conclusion.

In that ten minute smoke session he knew one thing for sure.

He was screwed.

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[buffysimonriley]

[ our hearts and souls to the cause ] • e. smith

synopsis - erwin asks you to come back to his office one night and tells you this may be the last time you ever see each other.

pairing - commander erwin smith/reader.

warnings - nsfw. minors dni.

fancy buying me a coffee? | ao3. | requests: open.

you sat in the seat opposite the commanders desk. you were playing with a letter opener that you had taken from the desk upon your arrival, lacing it between your fingers, as you waited for the commander to enter. this is how it usually went: late at night you and erwin smith, commander of the survey corps, would get up to some shenanigans in his office and when the morning came would go your separate ways until the next meeting. lately things had been different. erwin had lost one of his arms to a titan and since then, had kept his distance from you. you were beginning to wonder what you had done to make him ghost you, until he approached you in the hallway and asked you to follow him. he had since been diverted to more important matters and had asked you to stay put in his office until he came back.

"my apologies," erwin's voice came. you swivelled your head round to look at the door he was entering from, a smile on your lips. "we have an important mission coming up soon. we are heading to shiganshina to see what is hidden in eren jaeger's family home basement." you just nodded, your way of saying you understood what he was going through. you may have not been a member of the survey corps, but you understood the importance of his duties. "i'm back now, though."

"i'm glad you're back," you smiled. you placed the letter opener back on the desk where you had taken it from and stood up to greet the commander properly. you opened your arms for a hug and erwin walked into them, placing his hand on the small of your back. the hug was intimate, probably the most intimate hug you had ever had and it was at this point you knew something was wrong. "commander," you whispered. "what's wrong?" 

"i..." he started. erwin opened his mouth to continue talking, but closed it again quickly as he rethought what he was going to say. "this might be the last time you see me y/n."

you took a step back from the embrace and looked up at erwin, your own mouth hanging wide open. tears prickled at the corner of your eyes when the words left his lips and your mind began to spin with the load of questions that were popping up - was he calling off whatever relationship you had? did he regret it? was there somebody else? - all the questions had began to make you feel dizzy. you stumbled back into erwin's arm and looked up at him. "is there somebody else?" you asked before you even had time to process what you were going to say. 

erwin shook his head. "no, there's no one else."

"do you regret it?" you asked another question before you thought about what you were going to say. erwin shook his head 'no' at that question too. you sighed and asked, "then why might this be the last time you see me?" 

erwin took a deep breath before answering, "because i might not make it back alive." 

your breath caught in your throat. "what do you mean?" you asked shakily. 

"there is a high possibility i will not return from shiganshina," erwin repeated. he stared into your eyes as he spoke and noticed the tears welling up in them. he placed his hand on your face and used his thumb to wipe away the stray tears that had began to fall from your eyes. "shh don't cry, my love," he whispered. 

"don't go," you whispered back, looking up into his eyes. 

"i have too," he replied. "i have to see what's out there." 

"please," you begged through a whisper. you didn't care how you looked right now, you didn't care that the tears were falling from your eyes or the snot that bubbled at your nostrils, you didn't care. erwin sighed deeply and stroked your cheek with his thumb lovingly. "is that why you asked me to follow you tonight? to tell me you might not be back?"

"primarily yes," erwin sighed with a nod. "but also because, well, i was hoping to feel you one last time."

erwin's hand made it's way down your body and to the swell of your hips which he squeezed slightly. he then moved in to kiss your cheek and made his way down to your neck where he made hot, open mouthed kisses to your jugular vein. you whimpered as the commander began to suck and nibble at your neck, melting into his touch. "commander-" you whispered, throwing your head back. 

"call me erwin y/n," he pleaded between kisses. you nodded your head and moved your head to the side, granting him easier access to your neck. he tugged at the lining of your shirt and looked into your eyes, "may i?" he asked. you nodded and before you knew it, your shirt had been pulled over your head and was thrown across the rather large room. erwin wasted no time in unhooking your bra, kneading at your breasts hungrily, yet gently. previous nights like these had been passionate, rough almost, but tonight... tonight felt different. as the giant towering above you backed you into the wall, you had no place left to run: not that you wanted too anyway.

"erwin," you whispered.

"hmm?" he hummed.

"don't tease me," you pleaded.

"i want to take my time with you, my love," erwin replied. he kneeled down to suck on one of your nipples and used his hand to give your other breast attention. his words sent shivers up your spine... this might be the last time you sleep with commander erwin smith and he wanted to make it count. "you are so beautiful, do you know that?" you shook your head 'no' as erwin continued to talk, praising you. "you are absolutely beautiful my darling. everything about you from your eyes, to your lips, to your hips... just perfect."

you squirmed as erwin's tongue lapped around your nipple and his fingers played with the other. your eyes fluttered closed as you revelled in the feeling, pushing aside that this may be the last time with the handsome commander. erwin switched places, turning his attention to the other nipple and using his hand to play with your now wet-bud between his fingers. you arched your back in pleasure as jolts of lightning shot through your body and you rubbed your legs together to gain some friction. erwin knew playing with your nipples was a quick way to get you into bed, and usually you would be spread out on his desk for him right now, but erwin was taking his time. he was sucking and licking at your nipple and areola, making sure that each breast was given the same amount of attention. as erwin continued sucking, his hand dropped from your breast and into the waistband of your pants. you gasped when you felt his long finger flick between the slick of your folds. your parted your legs unconsciously, allowing him access into your cunt. against your breast, erwin smiled. not an evil smile, but a genuine one. one that showed love and care. just as you were about to ask the commander to insert a finger inside you, he did. you found yourself getting lightheaded again at the newfound sensation between your legs. 

erwin used your parted legs and chance to push his finger all the way in, already reaching that sweet spot inside of you. he knew your body expertly well, more than anybody ever had and probably ever would. as he curled his fingers inside you, erwin moved his mouth from your breast back to your neck and began sucking hard enough so that love bites would be there come morning. they were already beginning to form as red patches on your skin. erwin moaned into your neck as you sucked in his fingers with your cunt, greedily he wanted more. he pulled out his finger halfway to the knuckle and used this opportunity to plunge in another finger. "fuck erwin," you groaned, using your hands to grasp onto shoulders. holding onto him was the only thing that was stopping you from simply melting to the floor. he scissored you open slightly, turning his attention to the other side of your neck. pressing hot open mouthed kisses down to the valley of your breasts. you thought he was going to stop and give some attention to your nipples again, but instead he kept kissing down. erwin got on his knees so he was now eye-level with your crotch and smiled, looking up at you. his fingers still stuffed inside of you halted their movements and retracted, leaving you empty yet again.

erwin took his fingers and pressed them into his mouth, eyes rolling back as he tasted you on his fingers. "i will never get over how delectable you taste," he moaned, swirling his tongue around his digits. you let out a slight moan at the sight and began to unbutton your pants. you were desperate to have him inside of you already, but erwin still wasn't done. you pulled down your pants briskly bringing your underwear down with it so they were now pooling at your ankles. you stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side, lost alongside your shirt. you were now completely naked apart from you boots, but erwin didn't seem to care that they were still on. he grabbed your hand in his and guided you to the chair you had been sat on when he arrived. "sit down." 

you sat down on the chair, obeying his command. the wooden chair was cool against your back and your lower half but you didn't seem to care. still kneeling, erwin used his hand to open up your legs so he could nestle in between your thighs. he pressed kisses against your inner thigh and made eye contact with you as he did. the sight shot warmth straight to your core and before you could ask him, erwin buried his face in your cunt. he licked long, hot stripes against your folds before flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue and back down again. he continue those movements a few more times before plunging his tongue straight into your hole. you let out a strained moan as your hands shot to his hair, using it as a means to press his face deeper into your pussy. erwin didn't mind though, instead he kept himself balanced by using his only arm to rest on your thigh. the smell of you was intoxicating to him, so much so that he was drooling. as erwin decided to give some attention to your clit, he removed his hand from your thigh and plunged two fingers back into your core. at first the pace was slow, but with a buck of your hips he quickened his movements. it didn't take you long before you were pushed over the edge, "cumming!" you yelped, digging your nails into his hair as your legs began to shake violently. erwin smiled into his clit and continued sucking and finger-fucking you until your grip on him had loosened. 

"such a good girl for me," he whispered as he removed his fingers with a pop and sucked on them, licking your juices off. as he began to take off his clothes, erwin pointed at the floor next to a lit fireplace. "lay down for me, my queen."

again you nodded and with shaky legs made your way to fireplace to lay down. you closed your eyes, panting as you came down from your orgasm when you felt erwin climb on top of you. "erwin," you whispered, opening your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck. "please, fuck me."

it was now erwin's turn to nod as he pumped at his cock between your thighs. you looked down and your breath had caught in your throat. you'd had sex with commander erwin smith a handful of times but had never known him to be thatbig. you whimpered as he lined himself up with your hole and braced yourself for the initial thrust. no matter how well prepared you had been, you always needed a few seconds to get used to the feeling of him penetrating you. erwin thrusted his hips against yours and entered you, letting out a strangled moan as he did. he knew the drill well enough to know you would need a few seconds to adjust, so erwin bent down and pressed kisses to your shoulders. when you were ready you gave him a nod, letting him know that he could continue. erwin was quick to react, already pounding into you like his life depended on it. "fuck y/n," he groaned, each thrust harder than the last. "you're so tight."

you let out a short whimper in response and wrapped your legs around erwin's waist, pulling him closer to you. the newfound closeness caused erwin's cock to reach deeper into you and you cried out his name. "erwin!"

"so beautiful, so perfect," erwin groaned pulling away from your shoulder to stare into your eyes as he continued to spear you onto his cock. "i love you."

"w-what?" you stuttered. 

"i fucking love you," he repeated. your pussy clenched around his cock at the words, only turning you on even more. "should have told you sooner, but i love you."

"i love you too commander," you whimpered. you found tears welling up in your eyes once more from both the emotions you were feeling and the pleasure building up inside you again. you blinked away the tears and kept your focus on erwin. erwin pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, his hips faltering with each thrust signalling he was close to his own release. 

"do you have one more in there for me pretty girl?" he asked between your lips. you nodded enthusiastically and unwrapped one of your arms from around his shoulder to snake between your thighs, ready to circle on your clit. with erwin's cock and a little help from yourself, you were clenching around him again in no time. 

"cumming again," you cried out. erwin began to pound into you harder and faster. 

"fuck i'm cumming too y/n," he groaned. "fuck that's it, take my cum. take all of it!" he shouted - much louder than he had intended - as he came inside of you.

erwin toppled on top of you, panting deeply. he nuzzled his head into your shoulder and pressed a few more kisses to your shoulder. "erwin," you mumbled, eyes fluttering open and closed. you were completely spent and were ready for some sleep, but not until you spoke to him.

"yes my love?" he asked, looking up at you.

"please, please come back to me," you begged, before drifting off to sleep. erwin sighed as he watched you sleep. he knew that he wouldn't be coming back to you, but with that being said he would always be with you in spirit. 

"our heart and soul to the cause y/n," he whispered before allowing sleep to overtake his body.

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[makuzume]

The Feelings Had Faded like Memories

Armin x Annie

Warnings: Angst/No comfort, Break-up

Word count: 1.3k

Synopsis: If ever feelings could be transfered like memories, would the feelings also disappear along with the power of the titan if they had one day ceased to exist?

Read more from me: [My Masterlist]

He adored her.

Everything about her was beautiful.

To others, she was distant, uncaring, cruel, stone-hearted, blood thirsty, strong-... a girl who only cared about her mission and even had been enjoying the act of murder. They thought that this role was quite a perfect fit for her.

But to him..., all those traits she displayed was merely a facade: a face she needed to put on for her responsibilites, overshadowing her true self.

Deep down, he knows that she is only but a fragile girl.

Annie.

The name that just naturally rolls out his lips, ever so sweetly.

Annie:

The girl who cried to her father for the first time before she departed from Marley.

The girl who felt fear and wished to give up after watching her friend get eaten by a titan at the very beginning of her mission, even before entering the walls of Paradis.

The girl who couldn't sleep for days after remembering the trauma and guilt of being the one to take off Marco's gear that tragic day.

The girl who could not hold back her tears after killing dozens of soldiers in the forest that she had begun to cry in her titan form as well.

The girl who admitted, in shame, that she is not deserving of such blessings of pesce and kindess for the hundreds of deaths she had caused.

But still... He adored everything about her.

To him, she was only forced into the role of being the violent character she is known for... forced to shielding her delicate heart into an armor of stone in order to succeed in her mission, for peace of Marley.... peace for her father.

It is not seen on the surface level, but to him, she was emotional, dedicated, skilled, shy, soft, patient, and caring- deep down. He knew all these things very well.

She was not truly a monster, she was merely just a girl, and to him, she was beautiful.

He loved her so, for so long, he did.

Annie loved Armin..., but....

Armin did not.

For the one who spoke so highly of Annie was not Armin... but the memories of another.

Bertolt...

He loved her so, for so long, he did.

So much so that he loved her even beyond the death of his being.

The memories land feelings of Bertolt lived through another, through Armin, who also loved Annie... or so Armin thought.

Around a few days before the rumbling, Annie and Armin exchanged their romantic feelings for one another- it was only natural for them to try seeing each other after everything had settled once the rumbling had ended.

But Armin's fear had come into light.

After the disappearance of the power of the titans, so were Bertolt's feelings for Annie faded.

Guiltily, Armin grew into panic because he had already admitted his affection towards her, affection which he had believed to be genuine.

At the very moment after he lost his titan powers, Armin's feelings for Annie were truly gone immediately, and he had only realized it after Annie approached him if he was alright-

Armin realized a minute later that his feelings towards her were not the same from before.

His heart stopped racing when she was around him, her beauty didn't captivate him the way it used to, his body doesn't tense when they brush against each other's hands by accident-

Armin told himself that the overwhelming end of the battle must've just gotten to his mind, thus, affecting his emotions for other concerns, such as his love life. He knows he loves Annie- he wouldn't visit her everyday when she was stuck in thag crystal if he didn't truly care about her that way... right?

'....right?' He thought to himself, yet he still doubted his own logic.

But despite this doubt, they eventually entered a relationship post-rumbling. It was only natural since they both already confessed to one another, and Annie approached him with that proposal.

He tried his best, he... he really did.

He was convincing himself over and over that his feelings were real... at least grew real at some point.

It was impossible to not develop any feelings himself after all that time he spent thinking about her, spending time with her.

With each end of a day well spent with her, he sits on his bed with his hands claspped together while deep in thought, convincing himself:

'This is real. I love her... I know I do...' He believed it to be true, in a way, because that is what he genuinely wanted it to be.

He was convincing himself they will develop again eventually the same way he did not long ago, however, that day never came even after months of trying everything and anything he could ever think of.

No amount of affection, intimacy, conversing.... made him feel the same way he did when Bertolt was still within him.

There were times when a shimmer of hope was felt in his heart, but it never grew any bigger than a mere spark of the strike of a match.

At times, he even felt so overwhelmed with guilt seeing Annie so happy while he felt nerous around her... and it wasn't the good kind of nervous.

Though, Annie isn't naive. She knew everything.

She saw through Armin right away, even from the very day he had lost his powers- she knew. She just never brought it up.

Because Annie still hoped that eventually Armin would return the same love she had for him some day, but alas, the day never came.

She no longer wanted to feel the stiffness of his shoulders when they kissed; She no longer wanted to see the awkward smile he gave whenever she held his hand; She no longer wanted to hear the dryness of his 'I love you's' when he spoke. No longer did she want him to go through the torture for her sake.

"Armin..., do you love me?" Annie spoke serious, it was not merely a casual-sort of deep dive conversing like usual.

With the way her tone had sounded, he immediately knew what exactly she had meant by that.

"I know, Armin. I knew from the very beginning" She spoke certain, prepared for this day, and Armin could only look down in shame and guilt.

He knew that day was bound to come, he was just avoidant and hoped the situation would turn for the better.

Armin hated himself for even dragging it this long, allowing himself to let Annie endure these unsincere feelings of his despite his desire to return it with the amount he believed she deserved. All he could do now was answer her honestly.

There was no real way to answer any better that would make the response any less painful, afterall, Annie knew everything there was he had to say- and Armin knew that fact as well.

"... I don't."

Armin spoke quietly with his head down, shame and sadness filling his mind.

Annie could only smile sincerely while her eyes expressed pain.

Silence filled the room. For a moment, Armin couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, he dared not to look at her- but he understood that would be unfair to dear Annie, so he looks up to meet her gaze.

"...You really are such a nice person, Armin... too nice for your own good..., idiot." Annie spoke softly, her voice lightly quivering as she looked at him through her now watery vision.

Annie had been the one to end things, she could no longer see her beloved suffer any longer because of her.

Though, It might've been something Armin wanted to feel too, but he didn't need to deliberately force himself to return her feelings if ever there truly weren't any.

He might've felt responsible for their development, and had decided to pursue anyway... for her sake.

Because Armin truly did love Annie... just not the kind of love she had hoped for it to be.

- END -

[ A small note: this had been on my mind for some time. I just felt like sobbing so I made this. Comfort version who knows when]

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[marosina]

I need some quick projects to work on as palette cleansers between writing sessions for my upcoming fanfiction.

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Submit a prompt or request through my asks, and I’ll write you a one-shot whenever I need a little break.

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[simillia]

primed for sin

eren jeager x fem! reader.

attack on titan fans— feel free to read.

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[sinnamorolly]

*.•^Baby Lemme Lick On Your Tattoos.^•.*

summary: you come home with onys name tatted🤭

reader warnings: black coded reader, smut, creampie, reader called “princess” and “baby”,reader calls ony “papa”, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: likes are very appreciated but pls also reblog! lmk how i did, my ask box is always open to all the sexy people reading this😛🫶🏾enjoy!!

“onyyyyy” you could only whine his name as he mercilessly fucked up into your almost sore and weeping pussy. your legs grew tired from riding him a while ago, and now you were hanging onto his shoulders for dear life while he rearranged your insides.

“cmon princess, you know what i want” you tried to lift up off him with a whine. you couldn’t help it, he just so big and he was making you take all of it! “nun un don’t fuckin run from it. walkin in here wit my name on you like i wont fuck you up for days” he says at your ear before biting the lobe. his hand snaked to the nape of your neck to place a firm grip while his arm wraps around your body to hold you still for his pounding.

“omygodddd why’re you fuckin me like this” you were slurring and on the verge of tears at this point, but you already knew exactly why.

it was over an hour and 2 rounds ago when you skipped into the apartment you share with your boyfriend of 5 years, onyankopon. you had texted him that you had a surprise so he immediately sat up from the couch when you came in. “my pretty princess” he says after you giddily greet him with a kiss, “whatchu got fa me hm?”. with a mischievous little smile you turn around and pull down the waist of your velvet tracksuit to reveal a small wrapped tattoo on your lower back that reads “ONY”.

“you like it papa?” you turn your head to see him sitting there with his lip between his teeth, a growing erection, and some big ass heart eyes. you’ve had every inch of his dick in you since.

“give it ta me pretty, lemme see that cream i love. yk i love it when you get messy fa me baby.” your pussy was already squelching so much from the previous loads of cum he stuffed in you and you could only imagine the sounds that would ensue after you came.

“m so close papa fuck” your whines we’re getting louder as that knot in your stomach got closer and closer to snapping. ony briefly pauses his thrusts to lean you back and move his hand to the front of your neck before picking his pace back up. “ohhh godd” you cry into the air as you grab onto his wrist. with every thrust, tears start springing from your now crossed eyes. the stretch, the sheer force of which he’s pounding into you, and the new angle allowing his to rub right against your sweet spot became all too much.

your mouth goes slack before letting out a pornographic moan as you come undone. you flood his dick with milky white cream that piles up at the base and drips to his balls. he fucks you straight through it before pulling down to take every inch and filling you up again.

your legs are still trembling when he lifts you off his dick and kisses you slowly. he pulls away only to see your pussy leaking cum back onto his softening dick. “think that’s enough ta make a baby, princess?”

“nigga get me a ring!”

All rights reserved to sinnamorolly, do not copy or alter in any way, shape, or form.

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[laceymorganwrites]

Funeral Grey

Kinktober day 3: 

Pairing: Zeke x fem!reader

Word count: 2,418

Warnings: Zeke Jaeger 

A/N: ahahahha um anyways~ this got a bit personal because yeah kinda into that 

Zeke hated going clubbing. Absolutely. But he was the only driver available for the night and Pieck and Porco promised to leave him alone with it for the next month. That was good enough for him. Besides, he was too nice for his own good sometimes. It´s been an hour and he was already regretting it. Standing by the bar, drinking water and feeling so out of place he stared at his watch. 11pm. And then she walked in with her friends. Zeke wasn´t the type of guy to care about people´s looks but she just took his breath away completely, it was like somebody gut punched him. He was frozen in place and couldn´t help but stare at her. He looked like a complete idiot. Her friends moved to the dancefloor while she ordered drinks for everyone in the group. She had such a bored look on her face, Zeke couldn´t help but be enticed. Then again, who on earth went clubbing in a grey sweater? His interest peaked and that didn´t happen very often with him. She walked over to her friends and downed the shots she ordered before disappearing into the crowd to dance for a bit. His eyes didn´t leave her for a second. After a while she came by the bar again for more drinks. “You gonna stare at me all night, pretty boy?” she chuckled, leaning against the counter next to him. “Why not, I enjoy the view” he returned her smirk. “Hmm, boring” she sighed, sipping her drink. He liked the sound of her voice, but beautiful women made him weak. “So what´s your favorite color?” and stupid. She didn´t mind and just pointed at her waist. “You know, technically… that´s not a color. That´s a shade” great start, Jaeger. 

“Don´t disagree with me” she stated coldly before walking away again, drink in her hand. He didn´t even know her name but that look on her face… he never thought he´d be the submissive one but the thought of being her slave just enticed him too much. Her looking at him like that again…. telling him how pathetic and stupid he was… how he couldn´t even satisfy her enough. He gulped, his throat was dry by now and he gripped the glass of water just a bit too tight. No way in hell did he just get half hard by the woman with the most cold, distant and bored look on her face he has ever seen. That was so much more than just embarrassing. “Only hot people wear sweaters in summer” he mumbled before  staring into space. It was pathetic. It was like a fucking fever dream. One he only woke up from when Pieck and Porco wanted to go home. Luckily it wasn´t that late and he needed to cool off anyway so he quickly drove them home and made sure they wouldn´t throw up in the apartment. Thankfully they dozed off immediately, the alcohol playing its part better than he could´ve planned. He sighed, standing in the middle of the living room and contemplated all of his life choices. Would he really drive back to a club just to see a woman that probably wasn´t even there anymore? Was he really that desperate? It was sad that he didn´t even think twice before getting back into the car. What the hell was he doing? It was two AM as he entered the club again, pretending to enjoy the music and actually want to be there. He felt like such an idiot for searching for her in the crowd. It was 3AM when she walked in again, completely mesmerizing him once again. And then he realized he´d do it all over again. Just to be able to breathe the same air as her. She already looked at him like he was the most pathetic loser she knew when she came to the bar, a lit cigarette in her mouth. “You know that shit is gonna kill you, right?” he told her, immediately wanting to disappear once again. He didn´t know why she had this effect on him but he just got so stupid every time she was around. He didn´t expect her to smile at that, much less for her to blow the smoke in his face directly. “Well, now you´re gonna die too” she smirked but her eyes remained as cold as ever. Oh, he wanted to. Zeke thought he really wouldn´t mind if he died right now. Not if it was her who put him out of his misery. He didn´t want her to leave again so he tried to engage in a conversation. “Hey, do you want to have my number? Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime” he said, his hands sweaty. She looked him up and down in a look that could only be described as pity. She couldn´t hold back her laughter either. “Yeah no, I don´t date desperate guys like you” she told him. “It doesn´t even have to be a date! We can just hang out, it doesn´t even have to be that long” he was way past the point of denying the fact that he was desperate. Because he was. It would be embarrassing but it was the first time this has ever happened to him. The first time someone ever had this impact on him. “Look, I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit. And I might grant it if you leave me alone after, okay?” she offered, her voice devoid of any feeling. She sounded so annoyed. And all because of him. He did feel sorry for that. But he was so happy that she was talking to him. He couldn´t believe his luck. Of course he noticed that her friends were sending her pitiful looks, laughing about him and feeling sorry for both of them. Zeke smiled brightly even though he knew exactly that she was just looking right through him. “Would you really do that?” he asked, a hopeful ´for me?´ lingering in his words. He probably looked like a child experiencing his first birthday right now, his eyes so big, so full of hope when he knew that all he could find in her eyes was deep and dark despair for him and other guys like him. Zeke had always liked bathing in his own illusions. “Sure, I´ll even spit in your mouth” she said, smirking. It took her everything not to burst out in laughter on the spot. She always knew men were stupid but his level was just ridiculous. He was a pitiful creature, a loser right out of the book. The way he fidgeted with his hands, probably all clammy and sweaty from having a woman talk to him. He never once even looked at her, not when she was standing right in front of him. Apparently the floor was more appealing. He gulped, he was so nervous and for what? Nothing would ever happen between the two of them. He knew that. Was he really that desperate? In reality Zeke couldn´t wait for it, he could already feel her saliva drip down his throat. Oh he would savor it before he´d swallow. Licking his lips afterwards not to waste a single drop. It would be like an indirect kiss, better even. Something so intimate, granted from a goddess. To a nobody like him? He felt like he could ascend into heaven this instance. “Yes, yes please. I´ll do anything” there it was. The desperate and starved plea for more of her time. She had him. She only was glad to be rid of him afterwards. He´d make it for a fun story of the night to laugh about with her friends in the morning on the way to work. But that was it. They wouldn´t even remember him the day after. And they wouldn´t care to either. Losers like him existed far and wide across the world. “Cool, this´ll be the last time we see each other” she stated and he knew it. He was painfully aware of it. But this memory would live on forever in him. It was like he was chosen. He didn´t even know her name and she didn´t care to ask for his. But somehow this fact made all of this all the more special. To him only, naturally. She sighed in annoyance and pushed him down on his chair harshly, making him blush furiously. He even choked back a moan. Disgusting. She hated touching guys like him, it made her feel so icky and dirty. She wanted to avoid contact at all costs so she just told him to open his mouth already, he obeyed like a slut. It really wasn´t a big deal for her, the whole thing was over in about three seconds. She leaned over him and spat in his mouth, waiting for her saliva to drop completely before finishing her drink, returning the glass to the bar and leaving the club with her friends without ever looking back to him again. The women shared a few laughs and then never wasted another thought on the loser from that one club. 

Zeke could only describe the moment as a religious experience, as an epiphany. Touched by a goddess. He could smell her hair, she was so close to him. He even imagined her smiling at him as she spat. His eyes half lidded, he couldn´t bear to look away but the experience was godly, he had to savor every drop he could get. Because it would be the last one. It was warm in his mouth, mixing with his own saliva, a connection formed from pity and a deranged love at first sight. He felt it trickle down his lips, he let it for as long as he could before he licked his lips. Everything else became void in the second. The noise and people from the club drowned out, leaving him to his own perverse pleasure. He was hard. Painfully so. Eyes rolling back as he swallowed her spit, biting his lip to suppress a moan, he felt his jeans tightening even more. And then it all came crashing down on him. The music was blaringly loud and he saw some people look at him weirdly, a disgusted woman frowned at him, another one was chuckling, the guy next to him shook his head in disbelief. He heard someone mumble what a pathetic guy he was and honestly. They weren´t wrong. Zeke got up hurriedly and rushed to the bathroom, thankfully the club was full so nobody was paying him any mind. In his head that was the sole reason, not the fact that he was so painfully dull and boring. The kind of guy whose face you forgot instantly after meeting him. The guy whose name wasn´t worth remembering. He was almost out of breath as he closed the door of his stall, leaning against the wall. Somehow he felt dizzy. His cock was aching. Of course it was. He had to take care of it and fast. Nobody was here right now, so he opened his zipper, pushing his pants down to his knees. It was an awkward position he found himself in but then again it wasn´t something he wasn´t used to. It was quite uncomfortable, the fabric was rubbing against his skin, irritating it. There was already a wet patch forming in his briefs, he saw his cock twitch through the fabric. It was quite small so it was a miracle he could even see it this clearly. He positioned his hand above his head to steady himself as he rubbed his crotch with his other one. Zeke groaned as he laid his head back, closing his eyes to avoid looking at the filthy walls. With closed eyes he could imagine anything he wanted to. Like you. He was sure you changed his life with your interaction. He would think of this moment for years to come, when he was alone in his room at night. He didn´t get laid often. Which was surprising because he was quite attractive and he´s been told he got pitied a lot, which usually helped. But apparently he was too pathetic to be considered sexual. And somehow that turned him on. Being beneath everyone and everything. Not being regarded as a human being. The only way to interact with the goddess being an act of pure filth just for him to leave her alone. The moan that left his lips as he pulled out his throbbing cock was embarrassing, croaked and too high to be considered anything remotely sexy. He pulled off his glasses and put them in his shirt, he didn´t want them to fall down on the floor. Zeke spat in his hand, imagining the warm fluid to be yours. But he couldn´t imagine you in such a nasty place. No, he didn´t even imagine undressing and fucking you, not even kissing you. The whole time he was masturbating the scene of you spitting in his mouth was replaying in his head. It was like a prayer. He bucked his hips, immediately setting a fast pace, his thumb playing with his tip. He smeared the pre over his length and rubbed his thumb over his top almost violently. He was desperate for release, it hurt at this point. He was aching. He didn´t jerk off for his own pleasure, he got it from the disgust others regarded him with. And maybe that was just it. He hated himself too. He understood them all too well. He never looked at himself in the mirror with any positivity. No wonder he couldn´t get off just for his own pleasure. Because truly, he didn´t deserve it. He didn´t deserve a goddess spitting in his mouth either but here he was. The luckiest bastard on the planet. His moans sounded louder in the stall as they actually were but at some point he stopped caring, violently rutting into his hand, it almost hurt. But he liked it that way. His orgasm came hard and fast, taking him by surprise. He always came quickly, that was the whole point after all. He only ever jerked off to release tension, but this time he was quite worn out. His wrist was aching, his cum splattering across the wall and dripping down his hand. Zeke bathed in the sensation longer than usual, opening his eyes slowly and exhaling. As he noticed the mess he had made he hurriedly cleaned himself and the wall before dressing again and leaving the bathroom stall. He lingered around the club longer than necessary, watching it empty out and only then leaving too. It was silly but he had hoped that by miracle she would still be there, that he could stare in her beautiful, cold eyes once more. 

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[kaminokatieemoved]

"I Love You" "I Hate You" || Floch Forster

Synopsis - Floch loves you, but you don't love him. He's just your casual living sex toy.

Warnings - NSFW. Swearing. Degradation. Slight Obsession If You Squint. Infatuation. Unprotected P In V Sex. Slight Breeding Kink. Oral (F Receiving). Cum Eating. Filth.

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"You look so pretty underneath me right now Forster," you cooed as you bounced up and down on his cock. Floch couldn't do anything but moan as he watched your breasts bounce, completely in a trance. "It's a shame you're so ugly. Your cock is the best I've ever had."

"Really?" Floch asked, his eyes wide. He had selective hearing when it came to you. He ignored all the horrible, nasty things you said and focused on the positives you'd give him when you were in a good mood. Today must have been a good mood day.

"Yeah. So fucking big and girthy," you moaned, quickening your pace again. Your praise was enough to make Floch's cock twitch inside of you. "Do you like it when I praise you?" Floch nodded swiftly which caused you to laugh. "You're so pathetic."

"Pathetic for you," Floch moaned loudly.

"Shut your mouth," you rolled your eyes and clamped your hand over his mouth. "You're going to get us caught and I don't want people to know I'm fucking you."

"Sorry," he mumbled into your hand. He swallowed his pride whenever he was around you. You owned him and he knew that you knew that. You could walk him like a dog and he would thank you for it. You removed your hand from his mouth and stared down at him watching as the tears prickled in the corner of his eyes.

"Aweh what's wrong little baby?" You mocked with a grin.

"I'm going to cum again," Floch choked out, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. "Fuck Y/N you're going to make me cum again."

"Do you kiss your mummy with that mouth?" You snapped.

Floch shook his head rapidly, "no! Only you. Only ever you baby. Please Y/N, kiss me. Kiss me baby." He begged. You rolled your eyes in disgust but complied, bending down to press a kiss to his lips. The second your lips touched his, it sent Floch over the edge. He shot his thick ropes of cum inside of you and bucked his hips up in a desperate attempt to fuck it into you as deep as he could. The thought of you pregnant with his child drove Floch crazy and was something he always hoped for during these quick, intimate sessions you often had. "Oh my God," Floch growled as you bounced a few more time, squeezing the last of his cum out of his dick. You had thoroughly milked him dry.

You slowed your pace to a halt and looked at Floch somewhat sympathetically. "We're not done yet," you announced. "I've not cum myself yet. Don't get too caught up in your head. You might have a big cock but you have no idea how to use it."

"What do you want me to do?" Floch asked as he sat up on his knees, watching your every move intensely.

You laid down on your back and spread your legs widely. "You're going to eat my pretty little fucking cunt out until I cum all over your disgusting fucking face."

"Yes Ma'am," Floch whimpered, eyes half-lidded. He watched as his cum dripped from your weeping hole. Despite being thoroughly spent and definitely being no longer able to perform, after cumming three times, Floch felt his cock twitch between his leg.

"Well, don't just stare at me you moron," you snapped, pointing at your cunt.

"Sorry," he mumbled before nestling himself in-between your legs. His face was so close to your cunt he could feel the heat radiating off of it. He looked up at you before he dove in face first, tongue darting to your sensitive bundle of nerves straight away. He knew he wasn't the best at eating your cunt out, you'd definitely had better, but he tried his best to please you. That at least had to count for something, right? You let out a soft little sigh as he began to suck on your clit, lapping circles around it greedily. He pulled away from your clit and licked a stripe up your folds, wincing when he tasted his own, salty cum.

"Fuck Floch you're putting me to sleep," you groaned, looking down at him angrily.

"Sorry," he whimpered between licks. "I'll try harder, I promise."

Floch couldn't help but dive his tongue into your hole, practically eating his own cum. It made you smirk, knowing the lengths he would go to please you. "God you're so pathetic," you moaned quietly, wrapping your fingers in his red hair and forcing his face further into your cunt. Floch returned his attention to your clit, stroking a hand up your thigh until his digits met your entrance. As he flicked his tongue at your bud, he inserted two of his long, skinny fingers inside of you, forcing your back to arch slightly. He began moving his fingers inside, curling them up and fucking them into you at a rapid pace.

"That's better Floch," you smirked, closing your eyes as you let him work.

Floch removed his tongue from you and lifted his head, fingers still pumping inside of you as he spoke. "Say it again, please?"

"Floch?" You asked, unsure of whether he wanted you to say his name again, or repeat that what he was doing was better.

"Oh fuck yes," he moaned, dipping his face back between your legs. He shook his head in-between your thighs sending a shockwave of pleasure up your cunt and throughout your body. Your hands were still wrapped in his hair as he continued eating you out like a man starved. Your eyes began to roll back in your head and your legs began to shake as your orgasm dawned on you. It only took Floch a few more sucks and nibbles of your clit before you were gushing all over his face whilst moaning his name repeatedly.

Floch removed his fingers from your cunt and lifted his head while opening his mouth. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you watched Floch desperately move his head in an attempt to catch every last drop of your juices. "That's it Floch, fucking take it like the little bitch you are." He nodded his head quickly before swallowing the liquid he had managed to catch, a breathless smirk laced his face. He was proud of himself for making you cum so quickly.

Floch watched as you flopped your head down on the pillow and closed your eyes. "I love you," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear him.

"I hate you."

@holydayaria inspired me to write a small Floch fic with their most recent Yandere!Floch Forster which you can find here. Go give it, and them, some love!

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[writing-through-wonderland]

You're Okay

Original | Fandom NSFW | SFW

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: LeviAckermanxReader Warnings: None really. Mostly angst with a bit of fluff for good measure.

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One Shot: You and Levi always work side by side on every single mission. But during the last one you two were involved in, you injured your ankle, forcing you to stay behind for the latest reconnaissance beyond the walls. You had to wait on bated breath for the Scouts to return and now that they have, Levi has papers to fill out.

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One whole day. They had been one whole day late to return. If you hadn’t been nursing an injured ankle you surely would have spent the entire time pacing yours and Levi’s quarters. You had no doubt in your lovers skills in combat, but nothing beyond the walls was certain and anything could have happened. But now he and the Scouts had returned.

You were laying in bed, trying to sleep. Trying to remain as silent as possible. There were currently only two sounds in the room. The first was the sound of the pocket watch on the bed side table, ticking away. The second was that of a pen scratching on paper. The last thing you wanted to do was become a third sound.

It had to be at least 2 AM and yet Levi was still awake at his desk, pouring over reports about the most recent excursion, making sure to review each one and add his signature in all the right places. He had been doing this since his return around noon the previous day. His forehead was resting in his hand and you could easily make out his sharp features thanks to the flicker of the oil lamp next to him. The stress on his face broke your heart. You knew what those missions were like and you knew that having to review the events so soon after returning was absolute torture. You also knew the value of rest.

But Levi always put his duties first. Something he had been trying to work on lately. He cared about his job, but he also cared about you. However, given that the mission had gone so far off course there were extra reports to review this time. You were trying your best to be understanding, but you had missed him. To say sleeping alone had been a struggle was a massive understatement, and now that he was back all you wanted was to cuddle into his side and simply enjoy his presence so close to you.

As carefully as you could you rolled onto your side so you were no longer facing him, trying to keep the blankets from ruffling audibly. An exasperated sigh from behind you told you that your attempt had been unsuccessful.

“Sorry,” you said softly, biting your lip immediately after speaking. As if more noise was going to help him.

“S’fine,” was all you heard in response.

A few minutes went by and you still couldn’t keep your eyes closed for more than a couple of seconds at a time. You couldn’t do this.

“Levi…” you began cautiously. “Are you planning on coming to bed? It’s… definitely quite late.”

Another sigh.

“Y/N I have to finish this and you know it. Just get some sleep.” He was trying not to sound harsh. He knew you had missed him and of course he had missed you. He wanted nothing more than to join you. And you knew it too. Which emboldened you to speak again.

“Levi, please,” you said, voice a little clearer this time. You rolled over to face him and sat up, the blankets falling to your lap. “I know you have to do that but you’ve been at it for a while. I was really worried about everyone. Really worried about you. I’m sure the Commander would understand if it took a little longer than usual. Actually he probably expects it.”

Levi cringed and put the pen down on the desk, using a little more force than he had intended, but still not quite slamming it.

“Y/N please let me just… I have to get through this… Go to sleep.” This time his tone was noticeably stern and it hurt. Maybe he hadn’t missed you as much as you had thought. No. He did. He just had to get this done. Still, shouldn’t he put you first now and again now that you were romantically involved? It wasn’t as if no one knew about it. You two weren’t keeping it a secret. Surely they would understand.

“Levi I-“

“SLEEP!”

The outburst thoroughly surprised you. You gasped and clutched the blankets to your chest.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled and laid back down, again so you weren’t facing him. There were tears threatening to spill now. This wasn’t like him at all. The mission must have been worse than you realized. You clamped your hand over your mouth to silence any noises you might make while crying.

But then you heard something else. The scrape of the chair on the floor, followed by slow footsteps. Next the mattress behind you dipped. You glanced over your shoulder to see Levi sitting on the edge of the bed.

“No, I am.” He sighed and slumped over. “This was a bad one. One of the worst I’ve seen.”

You sat back up and scooted closer to him. “Levi…” You muttered, rubbing his back gently. “That’s why you need to take a break from those reports. You need to recuperate mentally and physically first. Reliving all of that immediately after returning isn’t healthy. Come on just lay down.” This time your encouragement was enough to do the trick. He kicked off his boots and climbed under the blankets, resting his head on your chest as you leaned back against the headboard. You put your arms around him and it broke your heart again to realize he was shaking. You held him tighter.

“I don’t want to talk about it…” He whispered and you shook your head.

“You don’t have to.” His hand slid up to cling to your night shirt and he buried his face in your shoulder. You could tell he was trying to hold back tears. “It’s okay, Levi. You’re home now. I’m here. I’ve got you.” At your words his body tensed and he curled into you, his grip tightening as if he were afraid you would disappear. His tears began to soak the fabric of your shirt and you rested your cheek on the top of his head.

“You’re okay Levi. Try not to worry. I’m not going anywhere…”

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Hi I’m really sorry to bother you but can I please request an URGENT Request? If possible can you please do a Platonic Levi x GN! Scout Reader ? Maybe Levi just comforting the reader while the reader’s having a panic attack? (I recently had a panic attack cause of my manipulative father trying to get back in contact with me because he’s using me for money and I just moved in with my mum after waiting patiently for 18 years to move in) I’m sorry for bothering you it’s just Levi’s a huge comfort character for me and your writing is really good anyways have an amazing day

Levi Helping Reader Through Their Panic Attack

Pairing: Platonic Levi x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of panic attack (heavy breathing), blood

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you fall during training and have a panic attack because of things going on in your life, so Levi dismisses training and takes you to his office where he attempts to help you out.

[A/N: Hello, Happy New Year. It's my first post this year, and honestly the first Oneshot I've written in a while, so sorry if it's kinda bad. Gotta get back into the writing groove. I hope this helps you out though anon <3. I don't imagine Levi to be super helpful during emotional moments like these, but I think his presence would just be very calming since he always acts like he has everything in control. Hope you enjoy, and I'm sorry to hear that you're going through all that. Everything will work out in the end! ]

You tumbled to the ground breathing heavily, your ODM blades flying off in front of you from the impact. It was training time and Captain Levi was in charge; your usual composure was cracked thanks to everything you’ve been going through in your own life. Things were getting a little too difficult to handle alone. Days of putting up a facade and you were finally at your limit.

“Oi, what’s wrong?” Levi lands beside you after your tumble, “You’re a mess.”

Your arms were scraped up from the rough landing, blood dripping from the fresh wounds, but all you could focus on was your thoughts. Your breathing gets deeper as you struggle to have any air reach your lungs.

“We’ll continue tomorrow, everyone, go home,” he dismisses the curious glances of your fellow scouts who were now surrounding you; no one would disobey an order from their Captain, so they scurry off as quickly as they had arrived at the sound of you falling.

“Come,” he orders you, heaving you off the ground and helping you back to his office that wasn’t too far away.

You couldn’t feel his supportive hands around you as he guided you back to his office; you couldn’t even feel the pain of the new scrapes on your arms from your fall as they continued to bleed, getting all over Levi.

He kicks the door closed behind you and places you in a seat by his desk, “Take it easy, Y/N.”

His usual stoic expression is present, but his eyes soften just a little at the condition you were in. He wasn’t used to seeing you this way, you were one of his best soldiers–one of the top scouts that he was training. He’s really at a loss for words, not knowing how to get you to calm down and breathe smoothly again.

Maybe it’s the way he handles every situation calmly, including the one you were currently in, but you could feel the panic in your chest lessen, just being in his office. You were becoming more aware of your surroundings, allowing the patter of Levi’s footsteps to flow through your ears, needing something else to focus on instead of your chaotic life. 

Wordlessly, Levi moves to make some tea for you, coming back by your side while the tea steeps, to clean your wounds. 

“You ready to talk now? What was that all about?” He asks a bit more gently now that it was just the two of you. 

You clear your throat a bit, not wanting to look even more weak than you probably already looked in front of your Captain, but you couldn't get through your panic attack just like that. It would take a little time.

“Just life. I’m going through some things right now and I guess it just piled up on me all at once. Sorry for messing up practice today…”

Levi sighs, “I’m not upset that practice was interrupted…What if this hadn’t been practice, but the real deal? As soon as you get distracted, you become a Titan’s next meal. When you’re out there, you need to be in it 100% or not at all,” he commands, finishing up with tending to your wounds, “So when stuff is distracting you, you reach out so someone can try and help. Got it?”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry.” You were beyond embarrassed, you never meant to disappoint your Captain, someone you looked up to greatly.

“Oi, stop that,” Levi’s voice brings you out of your head, knowing exactly what you were thinking, “It’s only natural to feel that way sometimes.”

He stands up and ruffles your hair before bringing the tea over and pouring some for you, “Drink.”

You do as he says, taking a sip of the hot tea, allowing the warmth to flow down your throat, humming contently at the taste and comfort you got from the small cup of warm water.

You swear you almost catch Levi smiling a little from the corner of your eye, but as soon as you look towards him, his focus is on the tea in his hands, his lips set in a firm line. 

“Take a break tomorrow, you’ve earned it.”

“But I-”

“Just do what I say, please.”

“Fine,” you sigh, making Levi glance at you with a raised eyebrow, “...Captain.”

Levi always held himself an arms length away from people, knowing how easy it was to make friends and lose them in an instant. He hated losing the people he cared so deeply for, so he never expected to care about one of his scouts so much. You were like his friend, someone he wouldn’t want to see get hurt. He knew he wasn’t the easiest person to approach, especially since he was your Captain and you were just a soldier. Perhaps it wasn’t appropriate for him to say you could always come to him for help, hence why he didn’t say it verbally.

Regardless though, he was glad he was there for you at that moment. He didn’t do much, but just having someone who you thought didn’t care, come to your aid and lend a helping hand when you really needed it, felt nice. The panic was still there of course, but you found yourself relaxing into Levi’s office chair, enjoying quiet time with your Captain. 

Maybe he wasn’t as tough as he made himself seem all the time. He was a pretty thoughtful person. You were thankful for having him give you the next day off, you really need some time to just come to terms with your situation and hopefully find a solution to get through it. 

The rest of your time in his office was generally quiet as Levi moved to his desk to work through some paperwork and future plans and formations for your ventures outside of the walls. Just being in his company though was keeping you calm, so you decided to stick around for a little long. Levi didn’t seem to mind–he could use a little company himself. He’d never admit that though.

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Posted: 1/3/2023

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