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luxesiren · 9 months

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⸻ 𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑!𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

cw :: mentions of violence, nsfw headcanons (MDNI)

a/n :: i saw this picture again the other day and i had to write something abt it cause jesus christ…look at him! (art creds: @/jpegjetty on twt)

hockey player!armin who's been skating since he was young and started playing hockey in memory of his dad.

hockey player!armin who usually isn't into violent sports but loves hockey with a burning passion and it is extremely good at it

hockey player!armin who outsmarts his opponents in every game, making them mad but he never cared. he always bragged by smirking and skating past them sometimes winking just to spite them.

hockey player!armin who has many girls fawning over him just like his other teammates but is always surprised by the number of girls who actually like him

hockey player!armin who met you at one of his games and it was completely random but he saw you in the stands and was instantly attracted to you.

hockey player!armin was too nervous to say something to you even though eren had prompted him to say something stop pining over you. "dude, just talk to her." he would shake his head and sighed, "i can't.

hockey player!armin who almost fell to his knees when you finally talked to him.

hockey player!armin who you realized was a sweetheart out of the rink and just kept the cocky persona when he was playing cause it made him feel good.

hockey player!armin who takes you out every friday after his games even if he's tired, bringing you flowers and making sure you have a good time. going all out because he wanted to see you.

hockey player!armin lets you wear his backup jersey to all of his games now even though he hasn't asked you out yet but he loves seeing you with his name on your back.

hockey player!armin who points to you in the stands when he makes the shot because you're his good luck charm and even though all the other girls fawn over it, you know it's for you and you only.

hockey player!armin who finally asks you out on one of your dates and completely surprises you but of course, you said yes.

hockey player!armin who is usually the calm one out of everyone on the team and talks everyone out of fighting each other but gets into an altercation with another player on another team. you see the big group before it even happens standing on the bleachers to get a better look, the crowd gasping when everyone starts to move and a fight breaks out.

you move faster than expected, sitting in the front by the barricade watching eren pull armin off the other player. both of them still yelling at each other and armin trying to break out of eren's arms, but that unwavering cockiness was still there when he wiped the blood off his lips and skated towards the barricade shooting a smirk your way before sitting out for the rest of the game.

hockey player!armin loves kissing you, whatever chance he gets. sometimes you're in his lap and his hands are all over you, you can't help but to squirm in his hold.

hockey player!armin who took such good care of you when you guys had sex for the first time, taking his time prepping you and making sure you were satisfied. "right there, baby?" "does that feel good?" "can you cum for me?" "you look so pretty like this"

remember when i said hockey player!armin was a sweetheart? yeah not when he's frustrated or when he's lost a game, having never lost a game before, his first loss got to him and he took it out on you. you would never forget how rough he got, how filthy his words were as he fucked you into the mattress.

"min, min, 's too much. s-slow down!" you cried out but he just sped up, his hips smacking against your ass loud enough that it echoes in the room, "c'mon you can take it. you've taken it before like a good slut, haven't you?

hockey player!armin doesn't get jealous often but he notices how men look at you, he's usually embarrassed when he leaves marks visible on your neck but tonight he makes the exception. he wants to send a message to the guy who's always hitting on you, that way he won't hit on you again.

hockey player!armin who eats your pussy like a starved man, he's sloppy with the way spit over your cunt and slurps up your slick making your thighs shake but he loves when they're around his head trying not to close around his head but he doesn't care. "f-fuck, armin!" your hands carding through his hair and pulling him closer to your pussy.

grinding on his face but his hands grip your thighs even tighter, he relishes in the fact that he gets to see you like this and no one else will see you like this. it doesn't take him long to make you cum, overstimulating you when he licks up all your cum. "you taste good, baby."

hockey player!armin who says 'i love you' after months of being together and takes you back to his place to engrave it in your skin with every kiss and every word he whispers in your ear as he slowly thrusts into you, taking his time enjoying this part of his thoroughly planned evening making sure you feel all of his love, "i love you, baby." "i love you too, minnie."

#𝙇𝙐𝙓𝙐𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙎…#𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜…#♡ — my ocean boy #aot x black reader #armin attack on titan #armin x black reader #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin smut #armin fluff #armin headcanons #armin arlet smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin aot #attack on titan

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prncessjaeger · 4 months

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sugarcoat ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

being the smartest girl in your school has its perks, from the free high quality lunches, to the first access of the many scholarships, to even tutoring the cutest guys (and girls) in school, like now. you watched eren jaeger, one of the best and cutest hockey players in the school, work out his math answers correctly, but when he goes and chooses an answer out of four choices, he always chooses the wrong one. “hm…”

“what?” “nothing, just finish those up real quick.” eren nodded and completed his last two questions, giving you the sheet, and as you fully checked through every answer, your theory was proven correct. “eren? uh, you’re working the problem out correctly….but you’re choosing the wrong answer choice? i’m just stating what i see…” eren looked around your small study shed you dad built for you, glancing at all the plethora of pictures, certificates, and band posters hanging on the walls, “uhh..” “don’t get me wrong, you’re very smart! but why choose the wrong answer?” you could see him biting his lip out of nervousness, and sighed sharply, “i wanted to...hang out?” “hang out?” eren nodded slowly and you carefully brought your hand up to cup his cheek, “well why didn’t you ask?” “you be…busy. and i’m with the guys all the time so-” “nah, i think you’re just too scared to ask me to hang out with you infront of your hockey friends…” eren’s head hangs low, “boy pick your head up, i ain’t mad at you, besides i guess we can hang out now!” you moved his work on a different table and turned towards him, and watched him stare at you in silence for almost 5 minutes, “so..what now?” “nothing i’m just….” he trailed off, his leg jittering rapidly. “nervous?” eren nodded again, “hm…” you got up and stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders, feeling him become less tense. you heard a small gasp from eren once he felt your hands rubbing further down his chest, wondering if eren was gonna stop you but instead he pushed you further, and you giggled in his ear seeing a tent in his lightwashed jeans. rising up, you moved infront of him, sitting on the desk and watched his brow raise.

you moved your foot up to his print, adding more pressure onto his hard on, which caused eren to grab your ankle, softly whimpering. his hips lifted slightly, humping on the heel of your foot as his hands continued to hold your foot, even added more pressure ontop of him, “f-fuck,”

his whimpers echoed in the quiet shed and while now filing your nails, you yawned in boredom, wondering when was this ever gonna end.yanking your foot away, you put the nail file down and crouched down onto the hells of your foot, coming face to face with his pre-cum stained jeans and rubbing along his thighs again, looking up at eren through your lashes and sighed, “such a dirty boy, humping on my foot like a bitch in heat, right?” noddidng rapidly, he inhaled tensely feeling your hands unzip his pants, freeing up his confined dick and sighed in content when your soft hands rubbed along the shaft.

you build up spit and spewed it righ out on his pink tinted mushroom tip, sitting up some to start a set of rhythmic strokes in which eren moaned out louder, so loud you could probably hear him outside the shed. his hips hunched up but you weren’t going for that, “nope, sit still. if you don’t, i’ll stop, okay?”

“yes, y/n-”

“yes who?” his eye peeked open, seeing that taunting smile on your perfect features and when he felt your hands stroke even faster, he breathed out, “y-yes mommy, i’ll be good for you.”

“you’ll be good for me, huh? you promise?” one hand stroked his tip with quickness while the other rubbed along his shaft slowly, and the constant rhythm switches and change ups had eren see stars, “yeah- i p-promise,” your tongues lolled out of your mouth and eren watched spit drooled down from the tip of your tongue to his, and eren felt liike he was already in heaven, seeing your seductive face practically drooling on his dick was probably the best thing that’s happened to him since…ever!

you could see him balling up his fists, knowing he could be on the breach of cumming, and once a loud “fuck!” was heard, you felt your hand being covered with ropes of cum and even some landed on your black framed glasses. you watched him come down from his high slowly, and giggled when he looked down at your face with a smirk,

“so same time next week?”

“s-sure..”

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dejwrld · 7 months

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— number 7 on paradis titans hockey team can get a little mean after he loses a game.

( cw ) ⸻ modern au, sports au, profanity, mean dom!jean in 4k hd ultra, female anatomy, her/she pronouns, afab, established relationship (reader and jean are married with a child), reader implied to black, creampie, impact play, oral ( f.receiving), slight spit kink, spanking, breeding kink, pet name usage (good girl, babygirl) he's just a lil salty he lost a game, i promise i ain't showing favoritism to najma lmfao, this fic was second place for the poll i posted week ago, wc: 2.1k, minors dni ! repost from old account!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dedicated jean baby mother aka @honeybleed

When Jean lost a game, you always seemed to walk on eggshells. The nicely decorated home grows silent as a mouse when your family enters the mansion. Your son seemed to fall asleep during the long ride from the ice rink to the house, and you only tucked him in his bed after stripping him out of his clothes. Neatly folding up the hockey jersey with his father's number on it and placing it away, you placed a loving kiss on top of his sandy brown colored curls before exiting the room. You were sure to close the door behind you since you weren't sure how Jean would react due to losing the game.

When Jean's team lost, he grew quiet. A little too quiet. His interviews with ESPN and other sports outlets weren't as cheerful and confident. You could literally see the frustration and sadness in his light brown hues. The rides home are always silent, other than the questions your five-year-old would ask randomly. As a new wag (an obnoxious term for wives & girlfriends of sports players), you always ask the other partners how exactly they handle huge losses.

Eren's wife, Emilia would only shrug, mumbling about how Eren usually forgets about the loss after a day or two before he's back on the ice, perfecting any screw-ups he made during the game. Connie's girlfriend CJ would make a subtle joke about giving him head after the game to make him forget about the disappointing end of the hockey team's season.

You walked towards the master bedroom of your home, your body leaning against the door frame as you watched Jean tug off the Grey Nike sweatshirt he wore. He tossed it in the laundry hamper in the corner of your room, now only in a white wifebeater. His toned arm flexed with each movement he made as he shuffled around the room. Occasionally, his gold necklace with your initials and your son's initials moved with each quick motion he made.

"Do you want to talk about it? I know it was such an important game," Your tone was soft-spoken and came out as if you were whispering.

"Strip." was the only thing Jean uttered as he was undoing the string on his Nike jogger pants.

Your lip gloss-covered lips parted to speak, but in the back of your mind, you were just thinking about making Jean happy. He was going through some wild emotions at the moment, and who were you to object against them. They lost the opportunity to compete for the Stanley Cup, so you knew the man in front of you was seeing complete red at the moment.

"Keep my jersey on, though. Everything else off." He huffed.

You stepped further inside the room, your back backing into the door to close it so you wouldn't wake up your son. Your fingers begin to unbutton the jeans you were wearing, slowly tugging them off your smooth legs. Soon, your panties joined them as Jean's index finger motioned for you to come here. With each step you took, you could feel the cool breeze in your room hit your bare bottom, sending a chill down your spine.

When you were face to face with Jean, he didn't say much. However, you could feel how hot he was. How frustrated he was. One harsh push on your king-sized bed caused your lips to let out a gasp. Your body hit the bed like a fragile little doll Jean wanted to play with. He's grabbing a hold of your ankle that was decorated with the gold anklet with his name on it with a cursive font. His lips placed soft kisses on your ankle, causing you to squirm under his firm touch. You expected him to treat you like a fragile rag doll that had just been snitched up. But boy, was you wrong. In one motion, he had turned your body around so that you were lying on your stomach, mumbling about how he needed you so badly.

"Be a pretty wife and get on all fours, m'kay," He said lowly.

You did what you were told, getting on all fours. The oversized jersey that formally belonged to Jean raised just a bit to be able to see the cup of your ass. A low yelp tumbled out your mouth when you felt Jean's large hands slap at the flesh of your ass before you could feel his hand massage the stinging flesh. A sharp hiss came out of you when you felt another slap on the opposite cheek; Jean once again repeated the process of massaging your ass cheeks. He's teasingly letting a coo tumble off his lips as you can only stutter out his name like a broken record.

"Just want to taste you real quick," His words were soft yet intimidating. He angled your body provocatively so you felt like such a filthy woman. "Just stay like that for me, please," he says before his callous fingertips are traced alongside your puffy lips. The teasing action caused your skin to be littered with goosebumps.

Once again, you desperately coughed up a yelp when you felt him slap at your throbbing cunt that was aching for his attention. The similar motion he did with your asscheek, Jean's multimillion-dollar massage at your pussy. This time, your wetness coated his fingers ever so negligibly. "You like it when I do that, huh?" He asked.

He didn't wait for you to respond before kneeling to taste you. The flat of his tongue collided with your puffy lips to lick up your juices formed just by his spankings. A weak whimper came out of you as you seemed to relax in his touch as he was eating you out. When Jean wanted to taste, he wanted to taste every fiber of you. Practically burying his face in the messiness between your thighs caused your toes to curl.

"Jean." You moaned out as you felt him glide his tongue up your slit. The lewd sound of him slurping up the mess he was making bounced off the bedroom walls. You could feel the sharpness of his nose poking you from the back; the man practically was devouring you at the moment. You were so close to breaking the perfect arch, but you knew what consequences were to come.

"Fuck." You moaned before you reached out, clawing at his sandy brown hair. Your fingers grabbed his hair as you rocked backward upon his kitten licks. Your orgasm was right there; you were so close to the finish line while your knees were growing hazy.

But Jean soon pulled away, letting your body fall limp like a deflated balloon that's lost all its air. Your poor cunt felt like it was pulsing, your orgasm was snatched away from you, and the lump of pleasurable despair disappeared.

"I can't have you cummin' just yet, baby girl," Jean commented. The little facial hair he had was stained with your juices. His upper lip lingered with your scent, and his tongue tasted like you. Maybe that made the man in a complete trance all over again.

His grey sweatpants grew tight at the crotch area. His dick was screaming to be released from the tight compress of his sweats and boxers. Jean quickly pushed down his sweats and stepped out of them like an over-enthusiastic virgin that was about to get a spliff of pussy for the first time. His blood was fuming, and he was still a bit frustrated by the loss. Especially considering the number of penalties he racked up during the game. His cock bulged in the black-colored Ethika boxers (another sponsorship he received for singing a multimillion-dollar contract) before he tugged them down also. His thick cock tapped at his toned torso when his boxers came down also.

Once again, he's grabbing onto you like a doll, dragging your whithering body toward the end of the bed. His hand firmly pushed your lower back to ensure your arch was perfect. It was a wonderful sight to see his beautiful wife completely exposed like this to him. A lovely ass up face-down position just so he can have his way with him.

You were anticipating for Jean to shove his cock inside you. Despite it being the same dick you've ridden, sucked, choked on, and the list goes on, you still found yourself chewing your lower lip off at adjusting to his girth. He was a grower for sure, with a slight curve that could kiss at that spot that caused your pedicures toes to curl. Your favorite part of his dick was his tip. It was a splendid sight when you would climb under the covers to suck him off when he complained about morning wood. It was a nice mushroom shape with a slit that gushed out so much cum when he wanted to.

"You know if you relax. You'll get used to it quicker." Jean suggested. With his slender digits climbing up the jersey, you had on to undo the bra you were wearing.

With quickness, you're removing your bra tossing it to the side with ease. Your hips bucking to receive any form of friction between Jean and yourself, but you could only feel his tip tap at your sopping entrance. "Don't be so fuckin' rude, and wait," Jean uttered as he grabbed a hold of his cock. He rubbed his tip at your entrance. Teasing you bit by bit before he's pooling all of the spit in his mouth and letting it drop down on his cock. His hand stroked his dick quickly before he once again was poking at your entrance.

"You want to make me feel better after that horrible game, right?" Jean questioned.

You only nodded as you were on all fours, your fingers grasping at the sheets below you before your mouth gasped apart, feeling him stretch you out. He didn't even wait until you adjusted to his huge size before he was pushing himself inside you like a madman. His hands grasping at your asscheeks just to feel upon you a little more. His thrusts weren't the usual slow and passionate filled; they were harsher. He was genuinely fucking you like he hated you. It was your fault that the team was two points short of going to the play for the Stanley Cup. You could only let out poor pathetic moans, moaning out for Jean.

"That's a good fuckin' girl; you're taking my dick so well," Jean uttered as his hips bucked forward into the plush of your ass. His eyes glowed excitedly at the sight of your pretty pussy, swallowing him with each thrust. The mixture of your wetness and the spit he coated on his coat was imprinted on your thighs like a nasty masterpiece.

He had one hand holding your back down while the other was grasping at the hockey jersey with his last name on it. He gripped the jersey severely to have some form of control over his brass thrusts. Ignoring your whimpers for him to slow down, or you would cum.

"Don't cum." Jean uttered out.

His words were more like a command, a dangerous warning you wanted to poke at until he exploded.

"Please Jean..." You whined into the pillow, which at this point was stained with your own drool and tears.

"What did I say, hm?" He questioned. His right hand slapped at your ass cheek causing you to let out a whine.

"Don't...cum," You hiccupped between moans.

Jean would only hum in agreement. His hips irrationally bottomed inside your dripping cunt before he pinned your arms behind your back. His tight grip on you caused you to chew at your lip as if it were some chew toy. "We'll cum together like it's supposed to fuckin' be," He commented.

You felt so lightheaded at the intense amount of stimulation upon your body. Your limbs felt like they were screaming for you to relax, and the burning sensation that was bubbling in the pit of your stomach was ready to burst.

Jean's hold he had on your folded arms only grew tight with each shove forward into your pussy. He could feel his balls grow heavy each time he tapped at that one spot that caused your eyes to cruise in the back of your head. Jean's eyes were shifted closed as he was so pussy drunk, the harsh groan that grumbled off the back of his neck caused his Adam's apple to move. His thick white cum filled you up to the brim as you moaned through the sensation. Jean brought the ends of his wifebeater up to his teeth, nibbling at the ends as he rocked you on his cock slowly. He could feel your pussy pulsing around his cock, milking him of every droplet of his cum. His brown hues practically glistened at the creamy sight of a white ring around his cock with each slow thrust.

When he pulled out slowly, letting the hold he had on you go and watching you collapse breathlessly on your stomach. His fingers combed through his hair, which seemed to stick to his forehead due to the intense workout.

"I feel much better now, baby, thank you."

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bloompompom · 1 year

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Trouble

♡ summary: star player of the paradis devils has been trying to impress his favorite ice girl for months but she's strictly off-limits—and she knows it, too. ♡ content: hockey player eren x ice crew fem!reader. one shot. reader is more dominant, eren's down bad, light objectification, 'sweetheart' as a pet name, face sitting, explicit sexual content, explicit language. reader discretion advised. ♡ word count: ~1.8k

Eren Jaeger, the beloved right winger for the Paradis Devils, has had a not-so-subtle thing for you ever since he first laid eyes on you. Which happened to be almost an entire year ago, back when you were first hired on as part of the crew. As an ice girl, you technically weren’t allowed to interact with him, but even to this day, that hasn’t stopped him from trying.

He tried to ignore you, he really did. He’d seen the reprimands for messing around with the ice girls. Even so, it didn’t take long for Eren to learn that ignoring you was never a sustainable option, not with the way you were always bounding around him, wearing next to nothing.

Okay, Eren knew how that sounded, but please hear him out, just this once. He promised he wasn’t some weirdo-pervert who couldn’t keep it in his pants. But if—if!—he was, it was only for you. That made it better… right?

Like, just look at you! You had managed to twist the career he loved into his own personal hell. One in which he was constantly overlooked by you in your flouncy skirt—if there was even enough fabric to call it that. It had been expertly tailored to hug you in all the right places, much to every fan’s enjoyment, Eren was sure.

And don’t get him started on the sinfully low cut of your top, plunging deep enough to show off the bounce of your pushed-up tits that Eren wanted to—

He was getting ahead of himself again.

You had to be freezing, he’d think, and still, you always kept your smile. Then again, Eren wasn’t that stupid; he knew that was a part of the gig.

He wondered if the times you gifted him that glittery smile of yours—like you did last week—were just another part of the gig, too.

Yes, he could admit he still thought about it, but only because it didn’t happen often! More often than not, you blew off his boyish attempts at vying for your attention—even the most ostentatious stunts that got him chewed out by his coach.

God, even the way you ignored him turned him on, like you knew what you were doing, and he felt absolutely pathetic for it.

But all that chasing was worth it because, today, you finally decided to let him in on the little secret you’d been keeping—that the whole good girl thing he believed you had going on was just an act. And, boy, did that thought just ruin him.

Eren just so happened—truly, it was an accident—to walk down the same corridor as you. He found you there, already game-ready and looking your best, prepping the supplies for the fan contest. You only glanced up from fiddling through boxes at the sound of his heavy footsteps.

He thought he was just seeing things when he caught you smiling at him (again!), even if it was nothing more than a flicker at the corner of your lips.

Maybe he’d even call it a smirk, considering you had turned your back to him before bending at the waist—extra low. Sinfully low, he’d even say. And there was no way he was just seeing things when you granted him a wondrous eyeful of your panties.

He even swore he heard angels start to sing… or was that really just him this time?

Had you been playing hard to get? Maybe, or maybe not. It didn’t matter because tonight, you found yourself just bored—and perhaps curious—enough to see if Eren could live up to that cocky attitude of his.

You had to admit it—it did feel good to have him pining after you so desperately. Okay, it felt more than good. You had the poster boy of the Paradis Devils leaned up against the wall, trying every trick in the book to see which would get him into your pants (skirt). You know—running his fingers through his hair, flashing you that cat-like smile of his that you were sure hadn’t failed him yet.

It was cute. And it was the very reason all the other ice girls called you insane for ignoring Eren’s advances. They would all gladly quit their jobs for a chance with him. Three times over, in fact.

And when Eren trailed a hand up the length of your arm, you warned him he was going to get you in trouble—in that demure sort of way, of course. You even threw in a giggle when he said, “You were the one that went looking for it, sweetheart.”

So it was fan-favorite Eren Jaeger who had that downtown arena in an uproar after pulling off a hat trick, but only because you said you’d finally let him fuck you if they won tonight’s game. The Devils’ ruthless MVP, who couldn’t resist giving you a knowing grin as he passed you exiting the rink. Who, after you said you’d be at his place in an hour, said he only needed half that.

He used the time to shower; you could tell because he didn’t smell like locker room but of sage and citrus. He must have only used the time to shower—or at least, that was his excuse—because he didn’t bother to dress himself fully, wearing just his (low-hanging) team sweatpants. It didn’t look like he even used a mirror when he tied back his towel-dried hair.

You’d complain about it—how he already thought he had won you over once the last buzzer sounded—but you couldn’t. Not with the body he had been hiding under his uniform. And to be fair, you had no room to judge him for only sporting a pair of sweats; you arrived in just a cami and cotton shorts. Still, you weren’t planning on giving it up that easily.

So when Eren tried to touch you, you teased him for not offering you a drink first. ‘Some gentleman you are.’ You felt satisfied by the unamused look that crossed his face, but only because you both knew it was nothing more than a ruse.

He said he had Scotch, you said that was fine, and you only took one warm sip of it before his warmer hands went searching for you again, almost like you wore a magnet. This time, you allowed it.

You split the glass of Scotch and enjoyed how it flavored the kiss and made your tongue tingle. Eren pressed you against the counter, the small of your back against the marble, as you slipped your tongue past his lips.

Eren wondered if he had ever been kissed like this before, wondered how you learned to kiss this way. So slowly—so intoxicatingly—that he strangely found himself to be the passive one. He felt his cock grow harder, knowing you must fuck the same way.

Thank fucking God he forethought to rub one out in the shower before you came over.

He had you by the hips at first, then his hands traveled higher. He wasn’t the barbarian that you’d expect if you saw him on the ice. His fingers tickled over your body, his touch gentle. He even stopped short of your breasts, letting his hands settle just around your ribcage.

You didn’t know what he was waiting for, but you expected it was you. After all, you were the one calling the shots, starting from the very moment you asked if he’d like to fuck you tonight.

“Where do you want to touch?” In just a tug, you had the top of your tank pulled down to reveal your breasts. And before he could react, you placed his hands on them. “Here?”

It made him groan.

Eren showed you to the bedroom then. Well, less like showed you and more like carried you there in a tangled mess of kisses and hands and the stripping of clothes. You had shed yours first, clumsily and far too quickly to be considered anything close to a strip tease, while Eren didn’t let his hands—or his mouth, for that matter—leave you even once.

You weren’t above his showboating. Maybe you even found it hot—what little effort he needed to drag you around. All those hours spent training on the ice really weren’t for nothing, huh? Still, after you let him lay you on his bed, you stopped him short of crawling on top of you. With a hand on his chest, you pushed his back to the mattress. You sat up on your knees, legs spread with Eren just between, and batted your eyes down at him.

He was smiling up winkingly when he told you, “Look at you, thinking you’re in control when you know damn well I’m gonna leave you shaking beneath me.”

You took it as a challenge, matching his grin when you toyed back, “That right?” You shimmied up the length of him, his pretty green eyes admiring your body like a piece of fine art—well, if people drooled over art, that is. “How about above you?”

He didn’t answer before you sat yourself on his face, right where you thought it belonged. He must have believed you belonged there, too, because he wrapped his large hands around your thighs and pulled you onto his mouth. And he proved to you that you belonged there, over and over and over again, as he lapped at you with the flat of his tongue.

See? He’s not so scary, you thought, as if you wanted to show the world this side of him. Face pink with arousal instead of the icy arena air. Eyes all glossy and soft. He looked good, just like that, between your legs.

Eren knew you were close when you started to grind against his tongue, helplessly searching for your release. Between your wanton moans, Eren heard your hand smack against the headboard. You laced other through his hair roughly, but he couldn’t complain because he had you shaking, just like he promised he would.

Actually, it seemed he quite liked it. His hips were already rocking, pathetically fucking up into nothing, before he even took his cock into his hand. He palmed himself through your climax, taking in the sight just like he had in his imagination many times before. You looked much lovelier—sounded much lovelier, tasted much lovelier—than he had even dreamed.

And he must be dreaming if he thought you were going to ride him tonight. No, the deal was that he’d fuck you, remember?

“What? Game got you tired?” you faux-pouted. Your legs were still limp and lazy as you rolled to his side. And before Eren could think of anything clever to say back, he practically went slack-jawed as you spread yourself for him to take.

Just as you predicted, that boisterous attitude of his, the one he was infamous for, melted away the second he was inside you.

With every roll of his hips, his cock pumping in and out of you, he was imagining having you. Not only like this but, but making you his in every way he could. Morning and night and all to himself.

Mine, mine, mine.

To be honest, Eren was exhausted. He just single-handedly won the game for his team, after all. But now that he finally had you, he couldn’t even think to slow down or control himself. He was dumb to everything but how damn good you felt around his cock. He was convinced you had to have been made for him.

He needed to fuck you just as hard as you demanded of him—Harder! Fuck, Eren, please!—because he wasn’t going to let himself screw this up. He was determined to give you the best lay of your life; he owed it to himself, didn’t he?

Eren needed you to be the desperate one—the one who’d inevitably come crawling back for more. Even if it meant he’d only have you in secret, with him still following you around with canine-like loyalty so no one caught on.

But even if they did—even if you lost your job—would that really be so bad? It surely wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, letting Eren take care of you. He’d do it in a heartbeat; all you needed to do was ask.

So it was Eren, the hardened and gruff right winger for the Paradis Devils, that scored not once, not twice, not even three times that night but four. And out of all of his wins, fucking you senseless until you were sleeping naked in his arms had to be his favorite. By far.

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #smut

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zombiec · 4 months

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After party | Jean Kirstein

(Jean calls reader his boyfriend but other than that readers gender isn’t specified)(reader has a dick ofc>o<!!!)

Hockey player reader x Jean

Synopsis ☆: Jean is jealous of you and Erens relationship . He handles his jealousy in a different type of way.

Warning: possessive Jean, Eren slander a lil bit, breeding kink a little, weed>.<!!!, power bottom Jean, mating press, Jeans ass is referred to as boy pussy.

a/n: this is kinda long? Also can males squirt🤔🤔🤔idk but I made him so😹😹

You were so mad. One of the players from the other team unnecessarily shoved you really hard, causing you to punch him as best as you could through the helmet. Somehow you were the one who was sent out. You slammed open the penalty bench box and threw your hockey stick on the floor. Taking off your helmet and your gloves because it was hot as fuck and you were sweating your ass off. You heard the door to the penalty box open but you didn’t look towards it.

“Hey” it was Sasha . You didn’t respond back because you knew why she was here. “Come on you and Jean need to make up” Earlier you two got into a fight. You and Jean were standing by your car talking, when Eren came over to ask you something. He whispered something in your ear and you chuckled and said “yeah I gotchu” he hugged you then walked off. You turned towards Jean who was glaring at you with his arms crossed. You looked at him confused. Jean hated that look on your face you looked so stupid.

Jean started walking away, but you were quick to grab him by his wrist. “Where you going” “I’m going to find my seat. go hang out with your boyfriend” he replied. ‘What’ you thought. What is he talking about. You don’t know why but Jean always gets angry whenever you interact with Eren, it’s so annoying to you . “What’re you talking about Jean” you said to him and he shivered at the way you said his name. “I said go talk to your boyfriend, eren” “what the fuck are you on about, Whyre you always mad when eren talks to me” you said and looked at Jean with a frown.

“I’m not fucking mad I don’t even care. He obviously likes you though” you look at Jean dumbfounded. Like you haven’t proved to him over and over that you want to be with him and only him. He’s so stupid and it’s making you angry. You and Jean always flirt and kiss. A lot. It’s never passed that point though . You two haven’t tried a relationship yet because you’re scared if it ends out bad, then you’ll lose ypur best friend.

“Why does that matter?” Jean looks at you with his arms folded and a frown on his face. “It matters because you like to stick your dick in anything that walks” now it was your turn to frown. Everyone on campus believes you’re a play boy, but you’re not. you bailed on what was supposed to be a one night stand, she got mad and all of a sudden you’re the campus thot. A ‘jock’ who just likes getting their dick wet. It’s not true and Jean knows that, so why would he use that against you.

“Maybe I will go fuck him” you said and shouldered him while you were walking past. This brings us back to the present. ”why would I do that” you spoke to sasha. “Because you guys are supposed to end up together. come onnnn he didn’t mean it he was jealous” You rolled your eyes “he’s always jealous” before sasha could say anything else you were being called back into the game. “I’ll see you later Sasha” you said and grabbed your things and went back into the rink.

With 2 minutes left on the clock and the score 12 - 12 it was up to you and your team mates to make this last shot. You currently had the puck. Dribbling it towards the goal but then you get crowded by 2 big ass men from the other team, so you pass to Connie who happened to be on the other side of you who was wide open. He dribbles it closer to the goal and tries to score but it gets blocked by the goal keeper. The goal keeper tried to pass it to one of his teammates but you blocked it just in time and passed it to Connie. Connie was then bombarded by the opposite team and passed it back to you. You saw a small opening and took your shot. You made it. YOU FUCKING MADE IT. The buzzer rang loud and you looked at the score board. 13-12. You won. Your team won championships.

The crowd erupted in cheer and your team came and lifted you up into the air. Everyone was cheering and hugging. I was so happy we finally made it to championships. Connie walked up to you and dabbed you up.” Hey nice shot!!” You grinned “Thanks gang” “Are you going to Erens party?” You raised your eyebrow. “His mom is letting him throw a party” Connie chuckled “hell nah she’s on vacation” ‘oh boy’ “yeah I’ll go” “alright I’ll see you there” Connie said and walked away.

You walked into the locker room to go change so you can start heading to Erens party. Meanwhile with Jean. “DID YOU SEE THAT GOAL UGH THEYRE SO GOOD” sasha was geeking right next to me, she was so loud. “Yes I saw sasha” I said a little exasperated. I’m still upset me and my boyfriend got into a fight. They aren’t really my boyfriend but I call them that because theyre mine. I didn’t mean to call them a slut, but like they’re always talking to Eren, and I know eren wants them he’s literally told me so. I saw my boyfriend walk out the locker rooms and guess who I saw walking up to my boyfriend… Erens desperate ass. He asked them something and I saw my boyfriend nod and they walked off.

….WHAT THE FUCK. He’s doing this on purpose to piss me off I swear he is. Suddenly I was pulled out of my thoughts when Sasha tapped me. “Do you wanna go to Erens party?” Sasha knows I hate eren so why would she ask me that. “Your boyfriend’s gonna be there” Connie said popping out of nowhere. “Really? He hates parties” Connie shrugged. “Fine I’ll go”

Back with you. You were currently driving eren to his house because he asked for a ride. The car was blasting with music until it was turned down. “I got a question” eren suddenly piqued up. “Yes?” “Are you and Jean dating” you laughed. “No why?” “Because he’s always glaring at me and I’ve seen you two kissing before like a lot to be honest” “he’s just jealous because he thinks you like me.” “Hell no” ‘well damn’ you thought. “Oh no not like that I’m dating mikasa.” Your mouth dropped. “REALLY?!?” “Yes Whyre you so surprised” “I don’t know I would’ve never guessed.” “The fuck is that supposed to mean” you winced. “Oh look your house!”

You parked infront of his house and you both went in. There were already a whole bunch of people here. “How’d they get to your house before you” “mikasa probably let them in.” You sighed. You honestly hated parties you can’t even lie. You just wanted to come so you could get high to be honest. Looking to your left you see Reiner, Annie, and bertholt sitting on the L shaped couch. They were smoking, bingo! “Hey Reiner” you smirked at him. You can’t even lie you think hes sexy as fuck. “Hey come here” you walked over and sat down next to him.

“Let me get a hit” he passed the blunt to you. You took a few hits then passed it to Annie. You’re a lightweight so it doesn’t take a lot for you to get high. A few minutes later and you were out of it. You were currently laying on reiners lap. His thick warm thighs that your face was buried in, you were silently geeking because oh my god. “Who wants to play spin the bottle!” You heard Sasha say from the living room. You piqued up and turned to Reiner “thanks for letting me rest here imma go play” “anytime” Reiner said smirking. You smacked his thigh just to see it jiggle then walked off. Unknowing of the blush that was left on his face.

You saw the circle forming and was looking for a place to sit. You found a spot but it was next to the one and only Jean. ‘When did he get here’ you hope he didn’t see you on reiners lap or that’s another thing he’s gonna tweak out about. The circle consisted of Armin , Mikasa, Annie, Eren, Connie, Sasha, Jean, a few random people you didn’t know, and then finally you. You sat next to Jean and the game begun. “Who wants to start.” Connie perked up “I’ll go” Connie spun the bottle and it landed on Annie. People oou’d and Connie leaned over the circle pecking Annie on the lips.

Next was Annie’s turn, she spun the bottle and it landed on you. You chuckled. Annie rolled her eyes and leaned over pecking your cheek. Sasha groaned “LAMEE.” “Shut up Sasha” mikasa told her, shutting her right up. It was your turn now. Spinning the bottle it starts to slow down..it stopped directly on Eren. Everybody in the circle got quiet. They know Jean doesn’t fuck with Eren and they know you and Jean are a thing. Suddenly Jean turned the bottle towards himself. Eren spoke up “that’s not how the game works” “I don’t give a fuck” Jean said and turned towards you.

He put his hand behind your head and aggressively pushed you towards him forcing you two to kiss. You can’t even lie that shit was sexy as fuck. You love when Jean gets possessive. Jean got more into the kiss and climbed into your lap. He tried to grind into you but you gripped his waist to stop him. “What the fuck are you trying to do? Are you trying to ride me infront of everybody” you whispered so only he could hear. “Fuck yes” he responded. You immediately picked him up by his thighs. “We’re using one of your guest rooms” you said to Eren and walked off. “take me to Erens room and fuck me in there.” “No shut up” Jean whined and you took him into an empty room.

When you walked in you put Jean down. “What is up with you today?” Jean huffed. He didn’t say anything because you should know why he’s acting up. “Hello? I’m talking to you” you grabbed him by his neck tilting his head up by his chin. “Nothing” you rolled your eyes “it’s obviously something” now it was his turn to roll his eyes. Why don’t you get it. Whyre you so stupid. He gets so jealous when he sees you with Eren or literally anyone. He can’t help that you’re sexy as fuck and everyone wants you. He saw you on reiners lap and he was so mad. Just thinking about it is pissing him off so bad.

Looking up at you Jean glared. You raised your brow “What?” “I saw you with Reiner” ‘shit’ you took your hand off his neck “why must you make me jealous all the time” Jean spoke walking making you walk backwards. “Why must you look so fucking good all the damn time” you fell back onto the bed that was in the middle of the room. Jean sat right ontop of your crotch, where you just so happen to be hard already. You were hard since he kissed you during spin the bottle. “Why must you drive me insane” he said gripping your collar. “Jean-“ “shut the fuck up I’m gonna show you who this dick belongs to” Jean says grinding on your dick through the jeans you were wearing.

You groaned and Jean pulled you into a kiss. The kiss was aggressive and was filled with lust. Jean dragged his hand down to the waist band of your pants. He wanted them off, he started pulling them off then you kicked off the rest. What’s left was your boxers, you don’t even have your boxers off and he could see how big you were. God he wanted it so bad he wanted you to make him a mother, no he didn’t want it he needed it. He looked up at you and you were already looking down at him with a smirk on your face.

“You wanted it so bad so take it” oh he will. He hurried to take off his shorts and his boxers. He took your hand and sucked on two of your fingers while looking at you. The way he was looking at you with lidded eyes and the way his tongue swirled around your fingers almost had you cumming in your boxers. When he felt it was good enough he took your fingers and guided it to his ass. You put your fingers in his hole and immediately thrusted them up into him. He moaned and threw his arms around your neck.

He was moaning and placing sloppy kisses on your neck. You added another finger in him trying to stretch his hole. “Just put it in already please” you grabbed Jean by his hair and kissed his lips. He moaned into the kiss grinding harder on your fingers. You pulled your fingers out his ass making him whine and making his hole close around nothing. Ignoring his sounds you guided your dick into his hole.

Jean gasped so loud. He unwrapped his arms from your neck and put his hands on your shoulders. ‘Fuckkkkk’ Jean thought. You were so fucking big you were stretching him so damn wide. He’s seen your dick before you two have sent pictures to each other but he never thought it would feel this fucking good. Jean sunk lower onto your dick until it was fully inside him. Your hands went on his thighs trying to guide him but he smacked your hand away. “I t-told you I’m going to show you this dick belongs to me” he said and did a little practice bounce you groaned and gripped the blankets beneath you.

You would just ignore him, grab his waist and fuck up into him but you could tell he was desperate to prove something to you. He wanted to prove that you belong to him and only him..and you were going to let him. “Pay attention to me” Jean whined. You looked at him and smirked. He started to bounce on your dick going up and down. He was going too slow for you. “Mmm~ go faster baby” Jean bounced harder and faster on you making him let out loud ass moans.

“Mmph~ feels so good” you heard him whisper huskily in your ear. You started to thrust up into him feeling his warm walls envelope your dick got you going crazy. Jean moves his hips in circles and you’ve had enough. You grab Jean by his thighs and fuck up into him. “FUCKK~” he yells. “You’re moving too slow for me baby we both know you own this dick let me show you who owns this boy pussy” you said and turned Jean around so he was on all fours. Jean wanted to be in control but fuck the sound of you owning his ass sounds so good and the fact you called it a boy pussy has him ready to be bred.

You grabbed Jean by his waist and started to fuck him. The sight of his hole swallowing your cock has you ready to cum. You bend down to jeans ear “you’ll never get fucked good like this” Jean moaned and matched the pace you were going at while fucking back into you. “I-im gonna cum” you slapped his ass and he came with a loud moan. But you weren’t done yet.

You turn Jean around so that he’s in a mating press. You put his legs up on your shoulders. “W-wait I just ca~ AH” you thrusted into him not caring about what he had to say. You pinned his hands next to his head and looked him straight in the eyes. He was so pretty his face was red and he had a flustered look on his face. His hair was splayed on the bed and he was breathing hard. “You’re so gorgeous” you say while moving some of his hair out of his face. Jean blushed hard at the comment and it drove him closer to his second orgasm.

You pulled out of Jean so only your tip was inside of him, then slowly you put your dick inside him. You hit something inside of Jean which you guessed was his g spot by the way he gasped. “FUCKKKKK RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE” he tried to pull you impossibly closer scratching at your back. You thrusted into him hitting his prostate over and over driving him crazy. Jean felt a building up sensation and he couldn’t hold it in anymore “IM GONNA CUMM IM GONNA CUM” “cum for me baby” Jeans body spasms and his release splashes on your face.

It’s silent for a few moments before Jean hears you chuckling. He whines and slaps your shoulder. “Did you just squirt” Jean covers his face and turns away from you. “Shut upp.” You pull out of Jean slowly causing a small moan to come out of him. You get up to get towels so that you could clean both of you up. You go into the bathroom that’s connected with the room and get a few towels because you guys made quite a mess. You come back to Jean and see he’s almost fallen asleep poor baby must be exhausted. You wipe him and yourself down then put the towels in the garbage because who’s going to reuse those. You lay down next to Jean and turn off the light.

Jean snuggles up with you. “Will you be my boyfriend” you heard him say quietly. “Ofcourse” you said and kissed his forehead. He looked up at you “you missed” you chuckle and kiss his lips. You were the happiest person right now and no one could ruin that.

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Posted this on the wrong account at first whoops!!

Anyway guys hope you enjoyed >.<!!!

Next is Naoya x reader 😾😾

#dom reader #top reader #bleh :p #seme male reader #sub character #dom male reader #gn reader #sub aot #aot smut #sub Jean #sub Jean Kirstein #I want him sitting on my face #I NEED IT

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arlerts-angel · 8 months

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HIII!!! i got an idea from a scenario that happened to a Hockey Armin bot from j.ai (i'm not a very mentally sane person.) and I'd like to request it!!:

well, so armin!afab reader had just started dating when after a game, eren and jean "were driving them home”, which ended up on eren and jean putting aphrodisiacs in reader's and armin's drink, and they ended up fucking on the backseat of the car, while the boys recorded it..

note: omggg~ this one's long but i wanted to try something different! i hope you enjoy this nonnie ♡ please let me know what you think of this one!

cw: hockey player!armin x fem!reader, drinking alcohol, voyeurism, filming, masturbation (fem), unprotected piv sex, pet names used: beautiful, pretty girl, angel, reader is referred to as girlfriend

a loud buzzer sounds off in the chilly arena, signaling the last break of the game. there's 15 minutes left to catch breaths, tend to any minor injuries, and work on plays. you rush to the bottom of the stands to catch your boyfriend in time for a quick pep talk. you scan each jersey for his number until your eyes fall on it, lucky number 13 in black and white.

"hey! you guys are doing great!" you say with a smile. armin turns around and looks at you, taking his mouth guard out. "we're down one point which could cost us the game if we're not careful," he smiles back at you. "but thank you. it means a lot that you came tonight." the 5'6 blondie hugs you tight. you return the hug and gently grab his face, looking him in the eyes. "i know you've got this."

you leave him with a kiss on the cheek and return to your seat so he can spend the break with his team, planning their win. eren jaeger, the center of the team, and left defenseman jean kirstein, approach armin. "we're gonna go get drinks later regardless of the outcome of this game, care to join?" eren asks, swinging his arm around armin. "i would but my girl's here, i don't wanna blow her off." jean nudges armin. "c'mon man! bring her with. i'm sure she won't mind a little detour." armin scans the stands for her, his lips curving into a small smile when he finds her. the buzzer sounds again, signaling the start of the third and final play. "i'll talk to her after the game." he puts his mouth guard in and returns to the ice.

eren stands in the center of the ice, facing off the opposing team. the referee drops the puck between the players. eren quickly gains possession of it, pulling it backwards towards jean. he takes the puck into the head of the stick and swings, sinking into the opposing team's net. cheers and claps erupt from supporting fans at jean's lucky shot. the teams are tied now, but there's still time left to secure victory.

the final faceoff begins with eren, once again, gaining possession of the puck. this time, the team decides to ride the clock and pass the puck around to each other, sending the puck into the offensive net just before time runs out. final score, 4-3 for jaeger's team.

you cheer for your boyfriend's team's success and wait for the crowd of people to leave. after the stands clear, you find armin talking with eren and jean. you decide to just let them chat, taking pictures of the scoreboard while you wait. eren catches a glimpse of you from his peripherals. "you here for a picture, sweetheart?" he coos. armin turns and sees you, offering an apologetic smile. "eren! ...that's my girlfriend." armin groans.

"ah– sorry about that." eren sighs, feeling embarrassed at his dismissal of you. "i'm eren and this is jean." he slaps jean's chest playfully. you offer a small wave and smile. "i'm y/n, nice to meet you both." eren looks you up and down. "i don't think armin's mentioned it but we're planning on getting some drinks, you're welcome to join us. we won't go too crazy, promise." he smirks. "sure! you guys deserve it, after all!" you say happily. "i'm gonna run to the restroom before we leave." you kiss his cheek and make your exit.

eren nudges armin again. "so that's your girl, huh? she's cute, man." armin sighs. "eren–" "don't worry dude, i'm not trying to meddle. she suits you." he smiles at armin, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly.

you meet up with the group of boys, who are now showered and dressed in casual clothes. "i know the perfect place. armin, i'll send you the address. meet us there." eren prompty sends armin the address to a bar a few minutes across town. armin nods. "alright. see ya there." eren pats his shoulder before walking away with jean. armin turns to you, seeming a little nervous. "are you sure you want us to join them? i could just tell them i'm tired." he offers. "no! it's totally fine. i'm kind of excited that eren invited me. i would've been fine with you going without me, but it was really nice of him to extend the invitation." you reassure him. he grabs your hand and smiles. "alright then, off we go."

a few minutes later, your uber arrives to the bar eren suggested. you and armin step out and into the bar. eren and jean wave you and armin down. "hey lovebirds! we already ordered drinks for ya." jean nods his head at the drinks on the table. "oh, thanks!" you smile. you take a sip of the cocktail. armin does the same. eren and jean share a glance at each other that you and armin don't notice. "so, y/n... how long have you been seeing armin?" eren asks slyly. "oh, uh, officially? about a month or so." you reply. he nods at your admission. you take another sip of the cocktail and eren grins.

20 minutes passes. the four of you make casual conversation about different things, talking as if you've known each other for years. armin wraps his arm around your waist and whispers in your ear. "you look beautiful. thank you again for coming to the game." you smile and kiss his cheek. "wouldn't miss it, handsome." you reply softly.

45 minutes, now. armin pulled you into his lap tweny minutes ago and has spent the past 5 running his hands over your body. your thighs, your hips, the bottom of your stomach. he even brushes his fingers across the hem of your skirt. you can feel his dick pressing against your ass. he nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing and circling it with his tongue. "you're coming home with me tonight, right?" he asks quietly. you nod in response. "don't know if i can wait til we get home." he whispers, sliding his hand between your thighs.

an hour has passed. "it's getting late, friends. i say we pack it up here and get home. how about you two ride with us? i'll drop you off at armin's place." eren offers. "you've done enough for us for the night. we appreciate it." armin says. "come on bro, it'll be fun." jean encourages. "when's the last time we just went ridin' around?" armin chuckles. "it has been a while, but–" "we'd be happy to." you interject, nudging your boyfriend's arm playfully.

eren hops into the driver's seat, jean in the passenger. you and armin sit in the back of the dark car. armin whispers in your ear. "my pretty girl... gonna let me play with your pussy in my friend's car?" you shiver. "armin! they'll see... or hear." you whisper. he drapes his jacket over your lap. "don't worry about it, it's too dark. they can't see anything." he replies, sliding his hand down your skirt. his slender finger traces your slit before sliding inside, collecting your juices. "stay quiet for me, angel. don't wanna get caught." you nod and sharply inhale as he begins to trace circles around your clit. you squirm around in the seat trying to contain yourself.

"you alright back there?" eren adjusts the rear view mirror, glancing at you and armin. "we're good, thanks." armin replies, still circling your bud. your heart is pounding hard against your chest knowing you could be caught. the adrenaline sends you close to your orgasm quickly. "armin-" you whisper, "i'm-" he hushes you and nods. "i know. we're taking a backroad, get in my lap." "hm?? your lap?" you question. he nods. you slide the coat to him as he unbuttons his jeans, freeing his cock.

you get into his lap and slide his length into your soaked cunt slowly. his hands on your hips guide you up and down his cock. it's unspoken, but you both know you need to be as nonchalant as possible. the car is big enough for a good amount of space between you two and them. eren and jean aren't stupid, though. they've been watching this whole time, recording. jean adjusts eren's phone, making sure he's getting a good view.

"dude, this feels fucked up." jean admits. "what's more fucked up, jean? them fucking in my car or us recording it?" eren scoffs. this makes jean ponder. "touché." he grumbles. "besides, i won't let anything happen to this vide or let anyone know this even happened. it's for my enjoyment." eren adds, his eyes still on the road. "don't act like your dick doesn't want to jump out of your pants either, kirstein." jean rolls his eyes.

you continue riding armin's cock, but not for long before the knot in your stomach comes undone. your legs stiffen as you quickly reach your orgasm, tightening your walls around him. this sends armin over the edge too, you feel his cock twitch as he fills your pussy with his cum. you shift back into the seat next to him as he adjusts himself back into his pants.

"look's like we're here, friends. thanks for a fun evening." eren says snidely and winks, as he approaches armin's apartment complex. "thanks for the ride, eren." armin says as he opens the door and nods. "here, take this." you offer him a $20 bill. he shakes his head. "nah. 'preciate it though, sweetheart. i got all the payment i need." you smile awkwardly and nod.

you both send eren and jean off with a wave, watching him drive away. then, armin grabs your waist and kisses your forehead. "round two?" he asks hopefully, smiling down at you. you flash him a smile and follow him upstairs.

#📝 — mack wrote that #armin x reader smut #armin arlert x fem reader #armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader smut #attack on titan smut #aot smut #shingeki no kyojin smut #snk smut #eren jaeger smut #jean kirstein smut

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spiteless-xo · 1 year

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╰┈➤ attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin

explicit content - [✿]

⋙ series.

the boys at school [completed]; jean, porco, zeke. [✿] You start to get back out into the dating world and find yourself overwhelmed with options. Not only does Porco Galliard, the star player of the school’s hockey team want to get in your pants, but Jean Kirstein, the Captain of the rival team seems to be in love with you, AND Zeke Jaeger, your ex-boyfriend wants to get back together! How will figure out who really cares for you and who’s taking advantage of you without self-sabotaging?

the boys at work [completed]; eren, jean. [✿] You’re in love with your best friend, but he’s still hung on up his ex-girlfriend, so you start sleeping with his former best friend to make him jealous. The four of you work together at one of the city’s most prestigious professional services companies and you’re struggling so much with the workload that you’re worried you might get fired. Can you successfully juggle all these relationships and your career, or will you burn out and lose it all?

the boys at work [deleted scenes]; additional content from tbaw series ⋙ hopeless; eren. ⋙ eren fucking jaeger; eren. ⋙ jean and eren backstory. ⋙ the reeves job; eren. [✿] ⋙ fake dating; eren. [✿] ⋙ meeting the parents; eren, jean. ⋙ anxiety; eren. ⋙ shameless; eren. [✿] ⋙ hot flashes; jean. [✿] ⋙ finally, a night alone; eren. [✿] ⋙ family. ⋙ the point; jean. [✿]

⋙ oneshots.

camping; eren. [✿] While camping with friends, you realize just before bed that you forgot to pack your sleeping bag. Eren offers to let you stay with him in his tent and even though you can’t stand him, what other choice do you have?

for me?; armin. [✿] You’re not doing well in class so Armin Arlert volunteers to help you out of the goodness of his heart… no other reason.

happy birthday!; jean. [✿] You surprise your boyfriend, Jean Kirstein, on his birthday in the middle of the night in nothing but your ODM gear.

my first kiss; eren. [✿] Embarrassed that you're falling behind your peers, you decide to have your first kiss with someone you meet at the party, but your childhood friend, Eren, really doesn't like that idea. Why would you want to learn how to kiss from some stranger when he can teach you?

that night; reiner, porco, zeke. [✿] Zeke, Reiner, and Porco take you home for a little adult fun.

the roommate; jean. [✿] After getting into a fight with your boyfriend, you go over to his apartment to beg for forgiveness. He’s not home, but his roommate, Jean Kirstein, is. Jean implies that your boyfriend is cheating on you and does his best to convince you to break up with him.

⋙ character masterlist.

eren jaeger

jean kirstein

⋙ headcanons/drabbles.

angst headcanons - armin

as a boyfriend [✿] - colt, porco, reiner, zeke

as a dad - porco

as a pornstar [✿] - armin

fluffy headcanons, paradis - armin

fluffy headcanons, marley - colt, porco, reiner, zeke

general headcanons - hange, levi

general headcanons, nsfw [✿] - colt 1, 2; porco 1, 2

harry potter house - armin, connie, mikasa, sasha

how he sleeps - armin

karaoke - porco, reiner

music he'd listen to, two - reiner

pets - armin

pizza order - connie, reiner, sasha

stoner headcanons - armin, connie, porco, reiner

suddenly becoming a dad - porco

with a daddy kink [✿] - zeke

last updated march 12, 2024.

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