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ellieswyfe · 8 months
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"oooh waitaminuteee.." the position he had you in was absolutely nasty. he had your knees pushed up to your tits in missionary and was repeatedly hitting your sweet spot which drew stars from your eyes. "unghh...all i-in my tummy pa," you looked up at him teary eyed.
"yea? you like that baby- show me where you feel it at mama." he responded. a mixture of wet sounds, moans, and the bed-board, was all that could be heard in the room. it smelt like straight sex- pure sin and if you weren't in the position you were in you would probably be disgusted- you should be but it felt too good to even care. "looook, i-it's right hereee," you sobbed, reaching your tiny hand past your belly pudge to show him where he was pleasuring you.
in between feeding you deep, long strokes, he looked down at the connect of his dick inside your thick wet pussy and moaned. flipping you over on your belly, putting you into a new position, while beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and abs. "mhm gonna make me nut ma..fuck” he threw his head back in satisfaction at the delicious sight.
“s-shit aah..too much sl-slow downn” you whined when feeling his tip prod at your cervix. the pleasurably painful thrusts becoming too overwhelming for you in this position after you’ve came countless times already. you make a damn near deadly mistake when you reach down to push at his lower torso hoping to stop the extent of the thrusts.
“nu-uh move ya fucking hands..not done wit you yet,” he said picking up the pace smacking your hands away…not being in the position to complain all you could do was take it and hope your not too sore the next morning. </3
mood song
: ONYYY, connie, erenn, maybeee jean if you squint
a/n (not my best work but ive got writers block 😔 so send me some asks nd ill write them!!)
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Too Many Beds
main masterlist | supernatural masterlist 
summary: you want nothing more than an excuse to sleep next to dean again
pairing: (pre-s1/s1) dean winchester x female reader
rating: R for language
word count: 2.1k 
warnings: none really, language, bed sharing, kissing, mutual pining, idiots in love, brief mention of the death of reader’s dad
timeline: starts slightly before season one, ends near the beginning of season one
author’s note: a spin on the classic 'just one bed, what ever shall we do?' trope lol
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You’d known Dean all your life, practically. You met him when you were six and he was eight; two lonely little kids stuck with absent (job-driven) fathers and baby brothers you felt responsible for. Over the course of the last eighteen-or-so years you ran into the Winchesters during hunts enough that you considered them family. 
When Sam left for college you were there for Dean and when you lost your dad in a hunting accident Dean was there for you. He actually stayed with you, not wanting you to hunt alone since your brother was off at college too.
So, for the last six months you’d been hunting with Dean (who hadn’t spoken to Sam for over a year).
“One room, two queens,” Dean said to the woman behind the counter, placing “his” credit card on the space between them before sliding it toward her.
“We’re all booked up I’m afraid,” she said.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I was actually about to turn on the no vacancy sign.”
“This is the third motel we’ve been to,” you said, “every one of them has been full—you’ve gotta have something!”
“I mean, there’s technically one room left but the heater’s out and my boss said not to let anyone sleep there because of that.”
There was a silent pause; you and Dean shared a knowing look.
“We’ll pay in cash, your boss ‘ll never know,” you told the woman. She smiled and nodded as you paid her with cash. 
“Room 209, my boss gets here at ten tomorrow morning so please leave before then.” She handed you the key and you nodded in thanks.
You had underestimated just how cold the room could be, but when you unlocked and opened the door you understood why the owner didn’t want anyone staying here.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean mumbled, following you into the room and feeling the cold air. “We’re gonna freeze our asses off in here!” he quickly closed the door behind him, hoping the icy air hadn’t swept any snow into the room.
“It’s either this or we sleep in the Impala,” you shrugged, “and, no offense to your car, but it’s fuckin’ uncomfortable to sleep in.”
“And there’s only one bed,” Dean sighed.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you told him, ignoring his complaints. 
**
“Are you shivering or crying?” Dean asked.
You rolled over so you could meet his stare; “Shivering! It’s fuckin’ cold in here!”
“You wanna…cuddle up, maybe?” he asked hesitantly.
“Excuse me?” you laughed a little.
“Look, I’m not thrilled about it either, but it’s cold in here and unless we both wanna catch fucking pneumonia we better be smart and share body heat.”
You sighed, weighing your options; “Fine. But we never, and I mean never speak of this again, you hear me?”
“Understood.” He nodded.
You rolled back over as he scooted closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest.
“This okay?” he asked quietly, his lips ghosting the back of your head.
“Yeah,” you mumbled back. “Thank you, Dean.”
**
You woke up to the sound of Dean snoring loudly. You were used to his snores, sure, but he’d never been this close. He was laying on his stomach and resting on your chest; his mouth open and his hair tickling your neck. Your first reaction was annoyance but then it quickly washed away as you realized you didn’t want to move a muscle, so Dean could continue sleeping. 
And the more you laid there, listening to his snores, the more you realized how comfortable you were…even in such a physically uncomfortable situation. 
As the time passed and the sun began to rise, you cursed the light that was slowly but surely peeking through the curtain and onto Dean’s face. 
“Morning,” he mumbled to you as he lifted his head up. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand before wiping his mouth. “Sorry,” he chuckled, noticing the small spot on your gray sweater dampened with his drool.
“It’s okay,” you mumbled back. “I think it’s your sweater anyway.”
“I thought it looked familiar.”
He rolled off of you and out of bed. 
You watched as he padded across the dirty carpet and over to the small kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker and the loud, off putting grinding noise made his face scrunch before he quickly shut off the (definitely broken) machine.
“So much for coffee,” he grumbled. “You gonna sit there all morning or you wanna get outta here? We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”
“I’m getting up,” you replied. You would usually be annoyed at him for rushing you to wake up, but this time the annoyance was…different. Something about his bedhead, the way his lips were pouting over the lack of caffeine, and how he looked in his brown Henley and baggy sweats just made you wanna hold him again. All you wanted was to pull him back into bed with you and hold him in your arms forever.
**
You were beyond frustrated at this point. How many stupid fucking hotels had to have vacant rooms with two beds and a functional heating system!? 
It had been nearly six months since you and Dean shared a bed and you had been looking for an excuse to sleep next to him ever since. 
But the last couple weeks had been different—Sammy was back. Yes, you loved Sam like a brother, but you missed getting to be alone with Dean. You missed sitting shotgun in the Impala and watching him drive.
Sam definitely noticed the way you looked at Dean, but the younger Winchester didn’t say a word. Without being too obvious about it, he tried to do little things that would let you be close to his brother. He’d sit in a certain chair or part of the couch so that you and Dean had no choice but to sit together. Or he’d make some lame excuse so that he got his own room while you and Dean had to share. “I need to do some more research and I need the light, why don’t you two just sleep in the other room?” for example. 
**
“Two rooms, please,” Dean said, reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet.
“Unfortunately we’ve only got one room left,” the cashier replied. 
You almost couldn’t believe your ears, fucking finally!
“Oh, that’s too bad,” you faked your best frustrated look, of course Sam saw right through that.
“Well, I am not sharing with either or you,” he said with a teasing smile. 
“There’s actually a pullout couch in that room, as luck would have it,” the cashier informed the three of you. 
God fucking damn it, you thought to yourself.
**
It was barely after two when you felt the bed behind you dip, and you shook yourself awake. 
“The hell?” you asked, still half asleep.
“The pullout couch isn’t working,” Dean mumbled quietly. “You mind sharing with me?”
You smiled a little and scooted closer into his arms, indicating you were okay with him sleeping next to you.
“Of course I don’t mind sharing with you,” you whispered and his grip tightened.
**
“I’m gonna go get breakfast,” Sam announced. “I’m assuming you want your usual?”
Dean put his right pointer finger to his lips and furrowed his brows angrily. He gestured to you as you slept and Sam got the message. 
“Usual is good,” Dean whispered before Sam left.
Dean stayed laying perfectly still as you slept on his chest, soft snores escaping your lips and to Dean they were the sweetest sound. 
As you stirred awake slowly, he rubbed your back a little.
“Morning,” you mumbled, a small smile on your lips. “Where’s Sam?”
“He went to grab breakfast,” Dean told you. 
You furrowed your brows as you sat up, looked across the room, and realized something; “The pullout bed looks fine? I thought you said it wasn’t working?” You turned back to Dean, who had a sheepish grin growing on his lips.
“So…maybe I’ve just been looking for an excuse to sleep next to you again. Like we did back in that motel when the heat was out.”
“Really?” You attempted to hide the smile trying to find its way onto your face. 
“When we were checking in last night I noticed how your face lit up when they said there was only one room left,” Dean admitted. “And I saw that disappointed look you made when they said there was a pullout couch. So, am I wrong, or have you been wanting an excuse too?”
“I really liked sleeping next to you that night,” you said, avoiding eye contact. “And you’re right, I have been hoping for another ‘oh no just one bed, guess we’ll have to share’ situation but…”
“But what?” Dean asked when you trailed off. You looked down at him. 
“Dean, you and Sam have been like my brothers for as long as I can remember. I mean, Bobby practically raised all three of us and my actual brother as siblings! Your dad and my dad knew each other basically forever and I guess…I guess I figured our lives are too entangled for anything to ever actually happen between us. We’re family.”
“Chosen family, Y/n.” Dean smiled softly. “Doesn’t mean you have to be my chosen sister, you could be my chosen…you know…” 
You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his full lips. 
“That,” Dean finished his previous statement. 
“Let’s just keep this between us for now, okay?” you suggested. “If Sam finds out, then your dad will find out, and he’ll immediately tell my brother, then before we know it Bobby—”
“I get the picture, sweetheart,” Dean chuckled before kissing you again. He put his hands on your cheeks as he sat up. He pulled you onto his lap, your legs now straddling his hips. His hands moved to your shoulders then trailed down to your lower back as yours went into his hair. You pulled away from him after a moment, huge smiles on both your faces.
You looked into his eyes, his truly beautiful eyes, and you bit your bottom lip ever so slightly. Your right hand rested on his left cheek, your thumb stroking his skin lovingly. 
“You’re awesome, Dean Winchester,” you whispered. 
“You’re fuckin’ incredible,” he replied before he kissed you again. “And gorgeous, too,” he added. “You know how fuckin’ annoying it’s been, sleeping without you every night since that one time?”
“I do know, Dean, I’ve been just as annoyed about it.”
Dean kissed you one more time before he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, tucking his head into your neck. You wrapped your arms around him too, pressing your lips to his temple.
You pulled out of the hug so you could once again look at his face. Resting your forehead on his, you smiled before you kissed him again. 
“Breakfast,” Sam called out as he opened the door, “is served!”
You and Dean froze for a split second before you hurried off of him.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Sam said, “did I interrupt you two?”
“What?” you scoffed. “Of course not!”
“Interrupt? There’s nothing to interrupt?” Dean added.
“Oh…wow you two are fast,” Sam mumbled, shaking his head as he made his way to the kitchen before putting the food down. “Well, pancakes, eggs, and bacon from the continental breakfast.” He gestured to the food now on the table. “Hope you’re hungry.”
As Sam sat down to eat, you looked at Dean anxiously. Say something you begged him with your eyes.
“Sammy,” Dean started as he got out of bed, “would you mind uh…not telling dad? About me and Y/n…kissing just now? When we find him, I mean.”
“Dad’s never really been invested in your love life, but he’s not an idiot,” Sam laughed. 
“So…you are gonna tell him?” Dean furrowed his brows in frustration.
“Dean, he knows you two are together, it’s not some big secret?” Sam replied, shoveling more food into his mouth. “Damn that’s good.”
“Okay, just hold on—what?” Dean asked. “What do you mean dad knows? There’s been nothing to know since like four minutes ago?”
“Wait,” Sam stopped eating and fully turned to face you and his brother, “are you trying to tell me this is the first time you two have kissed?” Sam furrowed his brows deeply as you and Dean both nodded. “So…never in high school?” You shook your heads again. “That prom we crashed?”
“Sam you were there the whole time? When would we have kissed?” you asked.
“Huh,” Sam let out a laugh. “I genuinely thought you two had been a thing since like… ‘98.”
“What!?” you and Dean exclaimed in unison.
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roseloon · 5 months
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helloooo, i’m roseloon! i write for the anime girlies. i am 19 years old, and a couple of my faves are aot (duh), jjk, demon slayer and hunterxhunter. i write for a lot of animes so if you have a request for something don’t be afraid to submit it!
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AOT
EREN YEAGER
BRAT TAMER
POSSESSIVE! EREN
POSSESSIVE! EREN pt. 2
JEALOUS! EREN X BLACK! FEM READER (smut + headcannons)
EREN X SHY! FEM READER
EREN X SHY! FEM READER pt. 2
POSSESSIVE/JEALOUS! READER X EREN
EREN DRABBLE (smut)
FREE USE WITH EREN
TELLING POSSESSIVE! EREN YOU NEED A BREAK
NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR PT 2
THINGS EREN WOULD SAY WHILE HE’S FUCKING YOU
BOYFRIEND! EREN X READER
EREN TOUCHING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME
POSSESSIVE! AND TOXIC! EREN X READER
SOMNO WITH EREN
KING! EREN X READER
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THINGS ARMIN SAYS IN BED
GIVING SUB! ARMIN A BJ
CONNIE SPRINGER
NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR
CONNIE X SHY! READER (smut)
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JEAN KIRSCHSTEIN
BOYFRIEND! JEAN X SHY! READER (headcannons)
THINGS JEAN WOULD SAY WHILE HE’S FUCKING YOU
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THINGS SUKUNA SAYS IN BED
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bluesidez · 5 days
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Boyfriend is to Husband
pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader
summary: How would Miguel react if you did the “calling my bf my husband” trend? 🤔
content warning: It gets a little suggestive, but other than that, it’s fluff fluff fluff. There are short mentions of food, but nothing too crazy. The Miguel in here is also not Spiderman. Just a little guy.
credit for art and dividers: Me! and @kimjiho1 (plus another person for the gif divider, if this is yours, lmk!)
a/n: This will be apart of a series called The Trendy Couple! This is the first installment ☝🏾😌. I’m not sure how long the series will be, but right now it’s just based off of cute couple's trends. My fyp has suffered trying to do research for this…
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I use the word "buggy" in here. Buggy = shopping cart or trolley. I'm southern so buggy just rolls off the tongue. ❤︎ Plus, it sounds cute!
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You and Miguel have been out since 8 am running errands and grabbing supplies to fill up the new apartment. 
After a year of your dresser being full of his sweatpants and hoodies and his furniture hosting several of your blankets, his fridge being stocked of your favorite fruits and your shower caddy holding his body care, you both decided it was best to live together. 
Towel sets, bed sheets, comforters, silverware, curtains. This was only the tip of what you and Miguel had managed to stuff inside the car.
After hitting five shops just that morning, you opted to stay in the car while Miguel went and handled a pickup order from the hardware store. It was getting closer to lunchtime and you didn’t want to become irritable because of the long lines. 
To pass the time, you decided to scroll on TikTok, watching video after video, reacting to each accordingly. 
First, it was chatty kitties begging for food. Then, it was edits of hot wrestlers. Next, it was ramen recipes to cook at 2am. There were even a couple of NPC lives even though the trend was nearly dying at this point. 
Finally, you scrolled to a video hosting a girl and her boyfriend huddled together in a car over the console.
She’s leaned up against him, her smile beaming, “Today I’m going to be guessing my husband’s favorite things!”
“I’m not your husband,” are the words that shoot from her boyfriend’s mouth, fast as lightning. Cold. Unkind. Callous. 
You watch as the girl’s smile drops and the video cuts, her laughing out of shock beforehand, evidence of her trying to stamp out her embarrassment. 
You watch more as his grin widens and she gives him this awkward glance. 
“Not yet,” he adds, seeing how quiet she was. 
The video ends with her jumping at him playfully, trying to play the situation of. 
“Jesus,” you sigh, mouth turned sideways as you pause the video and open up the comments. Thousands of people were telling her to dump him, others questioning why he would say what he said in the way that he did. 
Your heart went out to the girl who clearly wanted to do a harmless joke that completely backfired. 
You liked a comment about this being a possible red flag. Although he could have responded that way because he wasn’t ready for marriage, his response was so quick and distant that it was like he was disgusted at the possibility of being with her that long. 
After working yourself up by scrolling through the comments, you decide to go even further by pressing the “calling my boyfriend ‘husband’” search at the top. 
There were so many stitches to the original video with people giving their own thoughts about the situation. Some people were proclaimed dating coaches, others psychologists, and a few influencers. 
You even see a follow up video from the original couple with the guy giving a shitty excuse as to why he was so quick in his response. 
“Yeah right,” you mumble, watching the girl snicker at her boyfriend’s pouts. You agree with the comments that his response makes the original video even worse. 
Still scrolling down, you find another video featuring a new couple. 
They’re at a table eating donut holes out of a hat, and when the girl calls her boyfriend “husband”, the guy’s entire body lights up. He’s grinning, cheeks rosy, and can’t stop staring back at his girlfriend. 
From there, you were able to see countless other couples with cute videos, all of the guys radiating at the word “husband.”
Biting your lip, you wondered how Miguel would react if you called him your husband. 
You loved him with all of your heart and you were sure that he loved you. You guys are literally moving into an apartment together. But the thought of him being unsettled by you calling him your husband weighed on you. 
Just as you were deep in your thoughts, you heard a knock near the trunk of the car startling you. Looking up in the rearview mirror, you see Miguel standing with a few bags and wood planks in his hands. You reach over and press a button to pop open the trunk. 
“Got everything?” you ask, turning to watch as he drops items in the back. 
“Yeah, I think so. Although there was almost a brawl over some potted plants,” he said. “Some older lady just came up to this guy and snatched his monsteras.” 
“What?” you respond, watching as he closed the trunk and walked around to the driver's seat. “Out of his hands or the buggy?”
Miguel laughed, both recalling the scene and finding your terms adorable. “She just came up and snatched it out of the cart while he was waiting at the end of the line. She swore that she saw it first.”
You listened to him retell the story, hand under your chin as you leaned closer. He was cute, lilt in his voice to make an impression of the plant thief. Thinking to yourself that you liked this little moment of playfulness, you take your phone out to record. 
Placing your phone in a case attached to the dashboard, you smile at the camera while Miguel’s still going. 
“‘You youngins think the world owes you everything, and that’s just not the case!’ And the poor guy is standing there going ‘ma’am, I just want my plant back.’ He looked so distressed.”
“I would be too! A random lady just shopped from my buggy. It’s like, why are you this close to me to see what I’m trying to buy?”
Miguel turns the car on and buckles up. “It started to escalate when the lady’s friend came over. Then there were two shrill voices fussing at this guy.”
He started to back the car out of the parking spot, hand behind your seat and head turned towards the back window. 
You slowly glanced at his arm, eyes tracing a vein up his shirt. 
Too bad you were in a car right now or else you’d let his arm wrap around you elsewhere. 
You tune back into his words, silently scolding yourself for letting something so simple get you to fold. 
“Luckily, I was able to calm them both down. All it took was me showing them some dasheen leaves,” he said, driving the car closer to the exit of the parking lot. 
You came to a conclusion. There was no better time than the present. 
“Aw, look at my husband. Saving the day with his genius,” you say, hand reaching out to pat his chest. 
Then you feel your body jerk to the right. The seat belt tightens as the car jerkingly swerves in between two parking spaces. 
You stare in a panic at Miguel who puts the car in park and turns his entire body towards you. 
“What did you just call me?” he asks, eyes searching yours, a little startled but mostly hopeful. 
You decide to keep the charades going, “I was just praising my husband for stopping the creation of another Karen video. Why did you turn the car like that?” You’re still looking at him as if he has two heads. 
“You just-!” Miguel takes your hands into his and places his forehead on his fists. “Baby, you know what you just said.” 
You laugh, a little giddy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Miguel leans back against his seat and closes his eyes, reaching down to take his seatbelt off. His eyebrows scrunch up as he brings your hand to his chest, “Feel my heartbeat.”
Your mouth drops as you feel his heart rattling against his chest. He really wasn’t being dramatic. 
“Baby look at me,” you grab his hands and hold them tight. “You did a good job today.”
His breath stopped, as he looked at you. His face was tinted from the whole fiasco. 
“Husband.”
Miguel’s entire body slumped as he grinned wide. He nearly jumped over the console to sag his body onto yours. 
His shoulders were shaking and you heard his laugh muffled by your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and make a face at the camera. 
“What’s up, Mig?” you say, trying to get him to talk. 
He mumbled into your clothes, shoulders still shaking. 
“I can’t hear you, you gotta sit up.”
He sits up and sniffles, turning his head toward the backseat. 
Looking at his profile you can see a few streaks down his face. 
“Are you crying?” you ask, turning his face towards yours. 
Miguel swipes his wrist across his cheeks, “Stop, this is extremely embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not! I promise it’s not,” you say, rubbing your thumb across his ear. “Talk to me.”
He chuckled, eyes looking down, “It just feels really good to know that you think of me that way. We don’t have to ever cross that line, but one day, if you would like, we can make that title true.”
“Is this a pre-proposal?” you ask, heartbeat in your ears. You went out on a limb to follow a trend, not knowing how it would end. Now you’re staring at Miguel’s flushed face with his heart pouring out into your lap. 
“Maybe,” he whispered, grabbing your hands. “Possibly a promise for what could be.”
You bite your lip to hold back a grin, “Can I know what could be right now?”
“And expose my plans? Not a chance,” Miguel smirked. “Besides, a husband knows what’s best for his partner, right?”
“He does,” you quip, rubbing your hand in a circle on his chest. “He also apparently forgets that SUVs can flip very easily.”
“Lo siento, mi amor,” he says, looking sheepishly at the placement of the car. “Did I startle you?”
You just giggle at his concern and give him a quick peck on the mouth. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that big of a reaction.”
“How would you react if I casually called you forever mine? While driving!”
“Go 90 in a 70,” you joke. “Maybe pull over and do a little more than make out.” You rub your hand down his chest, and squeeze playfully at his pec. 
Miguel stared back at you, body instantly reacting to the shift in conversation. “We can actually do that right now.”
He leaned forward and brought your lips to his. You could taste the mint from the gum he had earlier, humming when he pushed further into your mouth. 
He started to reach for your hips, ready to pull you over onto his lap. 
Your stomach let out a loud grumble, making you jump. 
“Ok, let’s try this again after we get you some food,” Miguel says, plastering kisses on your face. 
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The day moves on smoothly with Miguel not letting you out of his sight, hands itching to hold you in some way. 
He also never lets the husband thing go. 
As you’re ordering lunch, “One lemonade for my baby. And a water with lemon for me, the husband.”
As you stop in a clothing store at the mall for a small break, “These say boyfriend jeans. Do they have any husband jeans?”
As you’re trying to reach the top shelf to grab the last of your favorite detergent, “No, cariño. Let your husband get it for you.”
As you’re looking for throw pillows and towel sets for the apartment, “You think they have a couple’s set? I want something that says ‘Mr.’ on it.”
As you stop at a gift store, looking for something extra to give to the movers, “Look, this shirt says it’s made of ‘hubby material.’ Should I get it?”
This feeling is only amplified when you post his initial reaction online. The comments were full of people yearning to be in your predicament. 
“If my boyfriend doesn’t crash the car when I call him husband, THROW HIM AWAY. 😒”
“Does he have a brother….asking for a friend”
“I needed this after the “I’m not your husband” he in LOVE”
“If your bf doesn’t cry at the thought of you, what are you doing”
“He was blushing HARRRRD 😭😭😭”
“So when’s the wedding? 🤨”
“He was literally cheesing and crying omg”
“Get you a man that stops the car to declare his love”
“What if I did a five mile marathon on i-55”
“He’s so in love with you that it’s palpable”
“He was ready do a lot more than make out 😭”
Miguel saw most things, a little embarrassed but mostly happy that so many people found him to be genuine. 
You laid on his shoulder as he checked the comments, liking the funny ones as they passed by.
“Do you want to make a response video?” you say, liking a comment going ‘he’s a good man, Savannah.’
“No, I think this is enough,” he replies, handing the phone back to you. “Let me keep a little mystery. At least until I actually propose, of course.”
You looked at him with stars in your eyes.
“A mysterious husband. I kind of like the sound of that,” you say, wrapping your body around his side. “Maybe I can be nosy, find out his secrets.”
“I bet you would, cariño,” he voiced, nuzzling his chin on top of your head. “After, everything is planned and done.”
You laughed and snuggled closer, happy to be with him.
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You think you can hurt me? I write star trek fanfiction knowing absolutely nothing about the medical and scientific fields
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chrollohearttags · 5 months
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character boards • musician au edition
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eren jaeger aka EJTheDon
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armin artlert aka ArminHammer
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jean kirschtein aka j.kirschtein
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lolitakirstein · 3 months
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Sleepy men
How the men of Aot sleep/cuddle and what they wear
Ft: Eren Levi Jean Reiner
Cw: nothing really, fluff? Hint of smuttiness. 
EREN: He’s a restless sleeper. Constantly tossing and turning. Mumbling. Slinging his arms over and around you when he rolls over to curl up next to you, mushing his face into the crook of your neck and kissing it. He generally just wears his boxers, nothing fancy. “I sleep hot,” he admits. And good god yes the guy is a FURNACE, you sometimes have to push away from him during the night because he gets so warm. “Get back here” he’ll whines, reaching blindly for your body across the bed. “You’re burning me up!” you say, putting space between you and his hot body. He’ll groan and then throw the covers off of you, exposing you to the cold room. He smirks as you yelp at the cool air and immediately curl back up into him.  The heat DOES pay off in the winter because you sneak your cold feet onto his back. “Goddamn, get those ice cubes off of me!” he mumbles sleepily into the pillow. “But your sooooo warm,” you giggle. 
Levi: He sleeps like a Victorian child struck down with the plague. On his back, hands across his chest like he’s in a casket. He doesn’t move once during the night. “I don’t want to mess up the bed that much,” he says. He wears luxury silk pajamas with his initials on them. It was difficult when you first started sleeping together, you didn’t know if he was a cuddler or not so you just laid on your side next to him for the first few stays over. However, you got brave enough and ask “Do you like to cuddle?” He takes a beat before answering, “Its been awhile since i’ve done such activities but i’m not opposed to it.” You take that as a go-ahead and wrap up against his side, his arm curls around your shoulder, gently stroking your bare arm. “Is this ok?” you ask. He sighs, “Actually this is perfect.” He loves having the weight of you on top of him, sometimes your legs thrown over his. Even when you turn away in your sleep, he will reach a hand to keep on you, just a reminder that you are there with him. 
JEAN: This man is a fucking BED HOG! No matter how big the bed is, they cant contain his tall frame and long legs. He sleeps in a band tshirt and basketball shorts. He will let you wear one of his tshirts to bed as well. He’s a blanket snob too, always stealing them from around you. “Jean I’m cold!,” you pout, trying to tug the covers from around him. He’ll laugh at your pathetic whining and pull you to where you are both on your sides facing each other. His long legs tangling with yours. “Better,” he’ll ask, kissing your nose. “Much” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent. When you have a nightmare and are fretting around in your sleep, he will wrap his lean arms around you, kissing your sweat-damp head trying to soothe you. “Hey i’m here, its ok.” he’ll murmur. He easily relaxes you back to sleep. 
REINER: He sleeps in flannel pants and shirtless AND he is a CUDDLER!!!! From the moment your ass hits the mattress he is dragging you close to his body. He loves spooning, the feel of your naked back against his bare chest and the smell of your clean hair is like a sedative to him. “God you smell so good,” he says into your neck. He’s always struggled falling asleep, but once you started spending the nights, he was finally able to get the best sleep he’s ever got. He loves it when you spoon him, draping your tiny body over his muscular back, sometimes tracing your fingers up and down his back and kissing the nape of his neck as you both drift off. When you sleep on your back he lays on his side to face you and wraps his arm over your torso, legs intertwined. He loves watching you sleep, and how peaceful you look. It makes him feel so incredibly lucky. You always wake up to him stealing kisses on your neck or chest or even between your legs. He is ALSO ravenous in the morning. 
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heliiacus · 8 days
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★ touch starved armin that sits a little too close to people, but not close enough to touch arm to arm
★ touch starved armin whose gaze lingers, from time to time, upon the touches his friends receive
★ touch starved armin who sleeps hugging a pillow, or a big plush toy he's had since childhood (it's a rabbit)
★ touch starved armin who rubs his thumb on his own arm when he tries to soothe himself, or across his own jaw
★ touch starved armin who wants to ask to sit closer or to hold your hand, as one friend to another friend, but does not dare for fear of being too much; he knows you are liberal with touch, that you hug and hold friends eagerly, but you two have not been friends for long - months, sure, long ones at that, but you are not eren, and you are not mikasa, and he simply does not dare
★ touch starved armin who nearly cries in public when you take his hand in his one sun-wrought day; who blinks his tears away and holds onto you tightly, fingers wrapped around your palm
★ touch starved armin who looks pained when he has to let go, though he does his best to hide it; cheeks tight and eyes tense to show you a smile that must exude nothing else but ease
★ touch starved armin who is far too translucent to you, far too obvious with the way he leans into the touch when you sit close enough to have your arm brush against his, whose eyes linger when you hug someone else within the group
★ touch starved armin who seems brittle to you, in his own unique way; you ask not why he hesitates this much, why he only seems at ease with few people, or why he lingers on the precipice far more eagerly than he were to ask someone to step closer
★ touch starved armin who clings to your hand when you decide to offer it again
★ touch starved armin whose palm is tight around your fingers, and yet so pleasantly warm
★ touch starved armin who looks at you with stars brimming upon his eyes when you tell him he could hold your hand whenever he wishes it; when you tell him, earnestly, that you mean it - that you don't want him to be shy around you
★ touch starved armin who looks up at you, eyes tinged in fear and a plea, each time he tugs at your sleeve gently; asking for your hand whenever the two of you (or the group of you) meet
★ touch starved armin who smiles quietly, and secretly, and contently each time you agree; turned away from you, fingers twined with yours - but you see it. you always do
★ touch starved armin who opens up little, and slow, and tentative; fingers playing with yours as you'd sit in the afternoon sun, watching his eyes flit flightily between you and all the corners of the room
★ touch starved armin who prefers to linger within hugs, but who never says a word about it
★ touch starved armin who admits to you, in no uncertain terms, that he feels an outsider in his own life; it is dark around you two, and the late spring crickets are chirping, and the cold bites at your skin with the sun not within your sight - and you listen, heart chipping, as he tells you he feels left out, and behind, and too sensitive for his own good
★ touch starved armin who tells you, in no uncertain terms, that he feels weak and incapable; undeserving of the closeness you offer others
★ touch starved armin who finds that if he were to allow it, he holds onto touch not with a gentle hold, but with claws, dull and untrained; who holds onto your shirt and back and neck as he cries into your hold, uninvited and unasked for and not needed but coveted, ardently and desperately
★ touch starved armin who gets the lecture of his lifetime; not just from you, who spends hours wiping the small tears upon the skin of his cheeks, but from his friends, too
★ touch starved armin who learns the difficulty of honesty; who learns the difficulty of blooming, slow and delicate, beneath the warm light of his friends peering down upon him, protective in this new, unknown to him way
★ touch starved armin who learns to ask
★ touch starved armin who greets his friends with hugs
★ touch starved armin who has his head scratched for the first time, and who promptly bursts into tears right after (nobody laughs, but he never lives it down)
★ touch starved armin who smiles brighter, jovial in ways that speak to you of something free and unbridled in his heart
★ touch starved armin who gains a reputation for a thief of hands during walks, and of pillows during sleepovers; and of hearts, too, in your case - though you don't say that part out loud
★ armin, with a love language of touch, who learns that to be loved is to see others, and to love is to see yourself
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porcalinecunt · 1 month
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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ♡
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🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thinking about aot men who’d be the softest doms ever . . .
·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍, 𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓
cw — fem!reader. size kink (erwin) body worship (jean, levi) praise kink. lots of breedings. edging, fingering, some nipple play (levi) sub!armin (implied)
◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : hi hi! it’s been a while since i made an actual post here. apologies! life got busy, but i finally have time to make fics again :D there might be some changes on this account but we’ll see! anyways, please enjoy and feedback is welcomed! 🤍
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➸ jean kirstien.
he’s already so much of a sweetheart, so it’s not shock he’s carry that to the bedroom. he’s needy but slow, as it’d be way too easy to accidentally hurt you. the size difference aroused yet made him a bit nervous. (the first time was quite a hassle!) nonetheless, jean gave you the fuckin’ princess treatment every time the both of you would get intimate. kissing every inch of your body while caressing your hips with his large hands. he’d gently lay your down, not pulling away from the sloppy kiss the two of you are engaging in. did i mention that this man is huge? he adores watching you struggle to take him completely, squirming and whining as he stretches your smaller cunny inch by inch.
“j-jean..’s too big!” you whined, watching through glassy eyes as your boyfriend hovered over you, sinking himself deeper and deeper into your weeping cunt. your legs twitch in a failing attempt to keep them open, something jean would immediately notice. “does it hurt babe?” he asked in a groan, hazel eyes carving holes into yours through hooded lids. you could only shake your head as he took it as a confirmation to bottom himself out. your eyes rolled to your brain and your jaw went slack as jean watched in awe. “look at you..taking it so well f’me.” he sighed, slowly beginning to pump you full as ecstasy filled your senses. the only thing you could hear were jean’s sweet praises, telling you how much of a good little girl you were for taking him so well and patiently. your head grew hot as the feeling of his dick stuffing you full began to overwhelm you. “good little girl, always taking my dick so well..fuck you’re so cute!”
➸ erwin smith.
oh my god. erwin. what more can i say, he’s a gentleman in bed! anything you ask for, he will do without hesitation. want him to knock you up? done. want some head? he’s already on his knees. sad after a rough day? he’ll stuff your cunny full until your filled n happy. anything your heart desires, he’ll give it to you with all the adoration he has for you. ♡ even better when you realize how big he is. how he can easily pick you up and fuck you silly in mid air if he really wanted to. even better, how massive his fucking dick is, enough to make your mouth water just by the thought of it.
“e-erwin!” you whined, watching your husband’s face as he stared down at you. a gaze full of softness and love, a stark contrast to how he was treating you. a smile to his wife while fucking her slutty pussy like an attention deprived whore. “how did i get so lucky? what did i do to deserve such a beautiful girl as my wife..” he breathily chuckled, fucking into you at a slightly faster pace. erwin started down at you, from your flustered smile to your breasts and stuffed cunt, every last detail on you brought him closer to the edge. “good girl..my good girl. you deserve every inch i give you..”
➸ levi ackerman.
contrary to popular belief, levi isn’t the mean and rough dom many make him out to be (still adore that levi tho!) but rather, a gentle and passionate type of dom. he’s not the most romantic, but oh boy, when he is..buckle up. this man will treat you like your his final meal on death row, savoring every inch of flesh you have on your body. kissing you from your lips to your clit, muttering sweet nothings while pumping his slender fingers inside your cunny. he sings his praises when he’s balls deep in you, calling you names like ‘princess’ and ‘darling’, anything that fills your stomach with butterflies if its not his cock. your legs are already trembling from his voice alone, not helping the fact his groans are fuckin’ perfection.
“settle down princess, i barely did a thing.” levi carassed your breast with one hand while finger fucking you with the other. all he needed was two fingers and his wrist as he flicked it with a quickened pace that almost forced your thighs shut from shock and pleasure. while your mouth was closed, tiny whines still manage to spill through as your husband’s thumb moved it’s way to your clit, adding to the overstimulation. with his other hand, he tugged and played with your nipple while letting go just to take a gentle squeeze to your whole breast. you’re thighs shook as your orgasms reaches closer and you grabbed the coller of levi’s loose shirt for support. “‘s becoming too much princess? you wanna cum all over my fingers?” he spoke in a gentle and low tone, making you nod eagerly to his question. “How cute, shit—if only I could do this everyday.”
➸ armin arlot.
armin armin armeeen! <3 you already know what kind of man he is. his partner’s pleasure is a priority he takes very seriously, from letting you choose the position to making sure you orgasm first before he spills his seed inside you. he gives you princess treatment even after sex, not letting up until you knock out from exhaustion. he fucks you like your a goddess, hitting every sensitive spot in your while singing his praises. he wants, no, needs to see you cum around his cock as it’ll make the night worth it. he won’t lie, seeing you whimpering and shamelessly getting off to him servicing you never fails to push him over the edge and nearly fuck a baby in you. this man is a keeper!
“t-this good enough for you..?” armin sighed, watching you take in his dick inch by inch until you’ve completely sat down on it. “y-yeah..fuck you’re huge..!” you whined out, grabbed his thighs and trying your best to move while the overwhelming pleasure had you shaking. the blonde placed his hands on the plush of your hips, firmly holding it as he lifted you up from his cock before slamming you back down on it. a yelp tore from your throat, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh and your eyes screwed shut from the sharp pleasure. “right there! armin fuck..!” you mewl as he guided your hips, slamming his cock in and out of you at the pace you desired the most. his blue eyes peered through his bangs as he grew redder and redder from the expression you wore so beautifully. mouth parted open in an ‘o’ shape with slightly arched eyebrows, pink washed over your face with red sitting right on your cheeks. fuck, he was insatiable. “yes..just like that love, just like you wanted. always taking it like the good girl you are. ♡”
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mochimooon · 5 months
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DTF Only - aot x reader 18+ masterpost and prologue - complete!
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Summary: Barely twenty-four hours after getting dumped by your now ex-boyfriend, Colt, your best friends are quick to conspire your next course of action: slutting yourself out on Tinder.  Prologue word count: 1k+ Notes: Welcome to the world of online dating, featuring the men of AoT !! This was a project I started back in September, loosely based on my own (and my best friend's) weird encounters with online dating. Lighthearted, smutty, not to be taken seriously, this fic is pure crack. Although it does have a plot, it's not necessary to read every chapter if you just want to skip to your favorite AoT guy (each chapter is linked). Also, all characters (except two) are written to be in their early 30s. Lastly, the headers used don't directly depict what actually happens in the fics. Afab! reader using she/her pronouns Warnings: smut in every chapter (except prologue), explicit content, explicit language, lots of casual sex (more warnings included per chapter), mild Colt-bashing available to read on ao3
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!
Happy Hour — Porco Galliard Out of Towner — Reiner Braun Let's Experiment — Connie Springer Girl Dinner — Jean Kirstein DTF — Zeke Jaeger Tinder Whore — Eren Jaeger Super Like — Levi Ackerman taglist: @moonmalice @daisynik7 @theragethatisdesire @squidalapobre @arlerts-angel @shepnicolo @porples-blog @jeanboyjean @fictional-d-supremacy
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“Time to enter the hoe phase.”
Pieck’s eyes light up in Ymir’s direction, and together they turn to you with mischievous grins. 
Barely twenty-four hours after getting dumped by your now ex-boyfriend, Colt, your best friends are quick to conspire your next course of action: slutting yourself out on Tinder. 
It feels like a movie. Meeting up with your girlfriends on a Saturday night for overpriced margaritas (on them thankfully) to catch up and console you as you process the breakup. 
The only difference between you and those heartbroken women on screen is that you don’t know how to feel. You’re not sad, you’re not happy, you’re indifferent. 
Three years together you and Colt had settled into a routine. He lived an hour away, but you both put in the effort to see each other. You don’t know when things turned stagnant, only that the spark had fizzled a long time ago. The phone calls and visits became forced, and the sex…
“You’re single now,” Ymir explains, crunching on a tortilla chip. “Got to make up for lost time. Didn’t you say Colt was too stiff in bed?”
Heat blazes beneath your skin. “I never said that.” 
Colt was not stiff in bed. He was selfless, ready to please, prioritizing your needs first before he got in his kicks. You liked having sex with him, didn’t need the grandeur to enjoy it—
Ymir and Pieck deadpan in your direction. Without further rebuttal, you fall speechless, and to your friends that’s as good as a confession.
You hate them (you don’t). You hate that they’re right.
Although the sex did the job, it lacked the passion that was once there when you two first started dating a lifetime ago. Eventually you grew a little bored. It became repetitive, lackluster even, that you were only half-satisfied by the end of each session. To feed your sexual appetite, you resorted to your vibrator more and more, a toy that you had initially purchased for you and Colt to use together.
“Anyways…” Ymir drawls. “He’s history and so is the vanilla sex. Now, you can let your inner sex fiend out.”
You roll your eyes “You mistake me for someone else.”
Ymir snorts, leveling you with a knowing look. “Yeah right. You weren’t a Puritan before you met Colt. If online dating was more of a thing back in our twenties, you would have been kicking and slipping every night of the week, more than you already were.”
Your skin heats up again, burning the tips of your ears. Sure, in your twenties, you were what some would call ‘floozy’ in nature back then. In your defense, you were a university student, out on your own, and you were definitely not the only person partaking in hookup culture. Now, at thirty, with how normalized it is, you know you’re not the last one either.  If anything, being in a relationship these days is more of an anomaly. 
“Not judging you for your relationship by the way,” Pieck says as a buffer. “Colt’s a nice guy, but he did water you down, you stopped coming out—”
You turn to her. “It’s because—”
“He’s a lightweight, yeah, yeah,” Ymir supplies, bored. “You were too much for him. You’re fun, and Colt?” Ymir’s dark eyes go into orbit. “—snooze.”
As much as you’d like to defend your ex-boyfriend’s honor, your mind draws a blank.
“His loss.” Pieck licks the rim of her margarita glass.
Ymir crunches on another chip, smiling wryly. “Back to my genius idea: Tinder. You’ll have so many options now. You don’t need to find your next boyfriend on it, just meet new people and be down to fuck only."
She says it so simply, but you can’t help feeling like there’s a catch. 
“There’s no better place to explore sexual freedom than on Tinder,” Pieck says. “Scope out the market, see what you’ve been missing out on.” 
You take a hearty sip of the margarita, lip curling. “I don’t even know how to date anymore.”
Pieck tuts. “No one does. There’s no formula either. Tinder requires an open mind, if you overthink it, then you’re not doing it right.”
“It’s about getting to know yourself better while also getting laid. It’s a win-win,” Ymir says. “There’s nothing for you to lose, only gain.”
You raise a brow. “Doesn’t that seem…wrong? We just broke up.”
Pieck blinks, lowering her margarita. “Do you think Colt’s just sulking around?” 
You shake your head. “No, that’s not what I mean. He can go on dates, I guess. It’s just that it feels so new and so soon.” 
As you hear yourself, you realize how unsure you sound. Since Colt dumped you, it’s pointless to expect that he’d waste any time before diving back into the dating pool. If that’s what he’s doing, you’re not bothered by it. And the guilt you expect to feel for considering an idea like online dating is nowhere to be seen either. 
Perhaps it’s your way of making sense of why you feel so…nonchalant about the whole thing. Is there a politically or morally correct way to behave after a break-up?
“Of course not!” Ymir says with a lighthearted scoff. “The second you become a free agent, you can do whatever and whoever you want. Emphasis on the ‘free’ part.”
She’s right, you suppose. 
Ymir takes your brief silence to further argue her idea. “The whole point is to have fun, no strings. If you’re not going to wallow, then get out there and be a hoodrat."
Pieck laughs, and you feel the mood lighten. 
It’s not a bad idea. You’re still not sure how to process the break-up. You’re not hurt, but you are in this limbo of where to go from here. Carry on like normal? Cry? Neither align with your state of mind. 
You’re not hard to convince, reaching for your phone and downloading the app. “Let’s see what’s up.”
A look passes between your friends that could only be described as impish. You bite back the urge to roll your eyes and set up your profile. 
After Pieck and Ymir guide you on what to add to your bio, what you’re looking for, help you pick out the best selfies etc., the true fun begins. 
In the beginning it’s awkward, reading and checking a person’s pictures and deem whether he you want to talk to them. But it doesn’t take long for you to ease into it.  
The coaxing and the margarita might have played roles, but after a few profiles, it becomes an addiction. 
Swiping one after another, skimming through varying profiles (a lot of them have their height included), questionable choices of selfies (many shirtless at the gym), it’s all a rush that the three of you had far too much fun crowding over your phone that night. 
“Why does he have a screenshot of his credit score?” Pieck balks. 
“No fucking way, that guy’s in a diaper?” Ymir’s eyes go wide.  “This one says he and his wife want to be a throuple.” You swipe left.   
At some point, you do swipe right on a couple of profiles, purely based on their looks, hardly giving their bios a proper onceover.
At the end of the night, you’re past the point of tipsy, tired, but pleased to have had a fun night with your best friends. As you doze off in bed that night, your phone lights up with several new notifications on your nightstand. 
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theromcommotel · 9 months
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HARRY POTTER HCS !!
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FIRST “I LOVE YOU” !!
prompt: harry potter characters and their first “i love you”s in relationships
characters included: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, draco malfoy, ginny weasley, seamus finnigan, fred weasley, george weasley
warnings: you and seamus smoking in seamus’ part, swearing, physical abuse in george’s part
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harry j. potter…
who said it: harry
when: 5th year
“cmon… just a little bit more..” harry cooed patiently, hands placed on your hips. “forget it, harry. i don’t think i’ll ever get it right.” you sighed, wanting to throw your wand down on the ground.
dumbledore’s army had just begun merely a few sessions ago, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get your patronous just right.
maybe it was because you upset professor dolores umbridge today and pushed her far beyond her limits (not even on purpose, for that matter). or maybe it’s because colin creevey was stuck way too far up your arsehole whenever you would do something wrong when it came to today’s D.A session.
“well, maybe i can give you a happy memory to think about.” harry suggested. “how on earth do you plan to do that?” you questioned, wary of what he may do.
“maybe…like this.”
and with that, harry began to scan your lips with his, feeling for all the fine details that no one else would get to see but himself.
harry felt you smile against his own lips before pulling away, with a lopsided grin smearing his cheeks.
“i love you.” harry smiled, sounding as if he’s been waiting a century to say those words to you.
“i love you too.”
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ron b. weasley…
who said it: him
when: 3rd year
“oh no!! oh no no no..!!” the ginger boy roared as he was being dragged by the foot by the black-furred dog (unbeknownst to him, which was sirius black), “i can’t die yet!! i haven’t told (y/n) how much i love her yet!!”
“you bloody moron, she’s right here!!” the shorter bushy haired girl replied, slightly jealous it was her best friends name and not her own.
“i love you, (y/n)! if i die, i promise my ghost will haunt you!!” ron shouted before being dragged away out of sight.
“i love you too!” you yelped, hoping he could still hear you.
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hermione j. granger…
who said it: you
when: 7th year
“i know this isn’t much… but i wanted to be able to do something for you for our anniversary.” hermione said, rubbing her neck in pure embarrassment.
you, hermione, harry, and ron were on a hunt to look for all of voldemort’s horcurxes, and because of that, you all were staying in a rubbish tent in the woods.
the tent was empty for the most part, other than the small radio player that had muggle romance music on it.
“harry and ron are out of our hair…well for now anyway. i told them to go look for anything that could be useful, i just wanted to have a nice 3 months you.”
“you kicked them out for me?” you asked, disbelief leaving your throat.
“well yes — and i know it’s not much but-” the brunette would’ve continued if you didn’t interrupt her, and she gives a slight pout because of it.
“but it is much, it is something ‘mione! it is because i love you.”
“i- uhm. repeat yourself, please?”
“i love you, hermione.”
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draco l. malfoy…
who said it: him
when: 6th year
“isn’t that right, ms. (y/n)?” the barely human wizard, voldemort, said, looking at you from the other side of table.
you gulped quietly, your shoulders stiffening. “yes, sir.” you murmured, glancing at the platinum blonde boy next to you before averting your gaze.
you and draco grew up together - as your mothers were very close in their teenage years, your fathers, not so much. but they got along okay.
when draco first became part of the death eaters, his mother decided it’d be easiest to have you there, to make it a little less hard on him.
“excuse me for a moment.” draco mumbled, somewhat abruptly, as lucius and the lord were in the middle of a conversation. draco stood up within the blink of an eye, and sped walked out of the room.
“would you be a dear and check on him for me, honey?” narcissa leaned over and whispered in your ear, as you were seated between draco and his mother.
you gave a small half-smile with a nod, as you politely excused yourself, afraid of what voldemort could do if you had done it in a way of which he didn’t like.
you went around the halls of malfoy manor, the walls of which most of your childhood memories took place, as sad as that is.
you saw a crack in the door of draco’s room, and you opened the door a tad more
draco said there, looking down at his folded hands, not saying anything.
“are you okay?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.
“those meetings…get to me, sometimes.” the blonde mumbled, his voice cracking slightly.
“me too..” you answered, rubbing your hand up and down his back, as you sat next to him.
“thank you, for always being here. i’ve spent my whole life with you, i never want to let you go.” draco said, giving a small smile.
“i won’t ever leave you behind, okay?”
“this is exactly why i fell in love with you all those years ago.”
“wait…what?” you denied, your voice quiet.
“you heard me, i love you (y/n).”
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ginevera m. weasley…
who said it: her
when: 5th year (well 4th year for her)
“hey (y/n)!” a familiar, high, squeaky voice called out to you, sounding a bit distant.
“oh, hi, ginny.” you half smiled, looking down at the younger girl.
“i need to talk to you, now.” ginny asked — well demanded, but she meant to ask.
you’ve known ginny long enough at this point to know sometimes, when she wants to ask a question, it can accidentally turn into a demand. especially, when she’s nervous.
“okay, no problem.” you reported, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
she grabs your wrist with a firm grip — but not firm enough for your to be hurt. and walks you down to a more empty side of the hogwarts express.
“i love you. and quite frankly, i hate it when you spend more time with my brothers and less time with me because it’s not fair, i fancy you!” the smaller ginger insisted, with a small stomp of her foot to show she meant what she said.
“i love you too, don’t worry, gin.” you spoke, as you tucked a string of hair behind her ear, that was before in the middle of her face.
she gave a lopsided grin before happily skipping off and giving a sing-songy goodbye.
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seamus d. finnigan…
who said it: him
when: 4th year
the yule ball of the 1994 school year was slowly coming to a close, but you were unable to find where your date had ran off to, one moment he was with his best friend, dean thomas — and now you have no bloody clue where he is.
there was only one placed you hadn’t looked yet — the astronomy tower.
you begin your walk up the tower of many staircases and you hear some intense coughing the higher and higher you reach.
before your eyes, you see your boyfriend — or date, or technically boy friend, as the relationship between the two of you is a bit complicated, with a cigarette between his fingers.
“hey seamus.” you say, as you sit down next to him, leaning into his touch.
“hi doll.” he says, grinning as he puts an arm around your waist.
“can i smoke with you?”
“absolutely not, angel!” seamus gasps, shocked, putting a dramatized hand to his chest, his mouth open a gap.
“huh? why not?” you asked, now just confused.
“because! i love you! i’m not letting a gorgeous goddess inhale that shit!” seamus replied, now tossing his cigarette away into the distance.
“you love me?”
“with every inch my body stands.”
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fred g. weasley…
who said it: him
when: 5th year (3rd book/movie)
“i don’t know how you could even do this, i don’t know what half of this is supposed to to mean..” your ginger boyfriend said, cuddled up into your side, as the two of you studied for the following potions exams.
“well, to make it’s quite simple, it’s just seeing it on paper is the hard part.” you said, nudging him slightly, to make sure he wouldn’t fall asleep again.
“oh, how so?” he asked.
“well actually you take the-”
and before you could get any further, your boyfriend pecked you on the lips.
“sorry, at first i was interested and then i just didn’t care anymore.” fred said with a chuckle.
“fred gideon weasley!!”
“i’m sorry, i love you, does that make it better?”
“i… yes.”
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george g. weasley…
who said it: him
when: 7th year (5th book/movie)
i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.
i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.
i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.
i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.
i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.
the words on your arm continued to ring in your ear, like the tangy feeling on your tongue after eating spicy foods.
none of this would’ve happened if you didn’t snap at the new d.a.d.a teacher - dolores umbridge.
the torturous (literally), cruel woman put you through so much pain in one detention.
don’t get me wrong, you’ve gotten detention once in 2nd year, but this could never compare.
the words on your arm were the ones that made you cry terrifying sobs as you had to continue to write and write and write - thanks to your low physical pain tolerance and somewhat sensitive heart, you just couldn’t bare it.
sprinkles of raindrops began to form in your eyes, they ground onto the table you were sitting at, as you tried to rub your eyes before anyone happened to notice.
“hey, love, are you okay?” george weasley - your boyfriend asked, scurrying over to you.
your arm was angled in the correcting lighting and point of view to where the taller ginger could see your scars perfectly.
“blimey!” your boyfriend shouted, pointing, before madam prince gave him a stern shooshing.
“what happened?”
you clung onto him immediately, sobbing quietly,
“hey love — it’s okay, i love you, i’m here and i always will be.”
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4ttack-ur-heart · 10 months
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Jean Hc’s: Mf Whipped
Pairing: Jean x gn! reader modern au!
Warnings: none
Summary: Just jean not wanting to admit he’s a big softie when it comes to you.
Genre: fluff.
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He’d never admit it to anyone, but Jean is the biggest softie when it comes to loving you.
Jean will absolutely hold your hand in public, kiss you, open the door for you, but he will never let anyone find out how much he’ll do for you.
Fuck, you wanna do a face mask at midnight? He’ll clip his hair back and have you apply it on him. You want to slow dance with him after watching a romcom movie? He’s there with his phone blasting pretty music. You need to talk to him after a bad day? Jean will leave his friends to make sure you’re taken care of.
He’s a simp.
But he tries to hide it.
It’s so funny when you catch on.
One day, you both were sitting at the park, hidden away from public eyes. Flowers littered around you both and you absentmindedly starting to pluck a few.
Jeans head was laying in your lap, arms crossed behind his head. His view was gazing at the clouds slowly passing by along, eyes darting to your face every few minutes with a longing smile.
“What are you doing?” He asked now with his eyes closed. He could feel your fingertips brushing along his hair every few moments and an extra weight of something being placed on him.
“Nothing, don’t move.”
Jean chuckled at your words, obviously amused in what you were doing.
After placing the last flower in his hair, you quickly snapped a picture on your phone before he noticed something was up.
“Can I look now?”
“Ugh, fine but don’t sit up.” You told him and he grabbed his phone and switched on his camera. A small smile gracing his features when he saw various amounts of little white daisies and yellow dandelions placed in his hair.
“You look so pretty.” You gushed and leaned down to kiss him.
Jean blushed a little and you had to resist the urge to tease him. His usual ‘strong man’ barrier always broke when it was just you two alone.
Jean poked at daisies before plucking one out of his hair and gently brushing your hair back and placing it behind your ear.
“There, now we both look pretty.”
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A few days later, you were on the couch scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking your friends’ posts and commenting on a few.
Your notifications were piling in since you just posted a few pictures of some selfies you took, but the last one was something special.
“(Y/n)!” Jeans voice called through the apartment.
“Yeah?” You innocently looked up at him when he entered the room.
“Care to explain this, doll?”
Jean shoved his phone in your face and you had to blink a few times to clearly see.
A smirk grew on your face when you realized he found your special picture on the post you shared. Staring at the platform more, you realized Eren had reposted your post with the picture of Jean you had taken at the park.
The picture showed him laying down on your lap, his eyes closed and his lips were slightly parted. The little flowers in his hair were vibrant against his ashen brown locks and a small pink dust coated his cheeks from the sun. You also didn’t forget to capture the way his muscles were showing through his shirt as his arms were flexed behind his head.
You could see Eren had minimized your post on his story, the phrase ‘mf whipped fr 🤝’ in blocky letter captioned underneath the post.
A sudden laugh caught Jean off guard as he watched your reaction. You knew Eren supported your relationship to the max, but that doesn’t mean he still can’t tease Jean about it.
Looking at his face, Jean was trying to hide his amused face under a glare.
“Relax, my little flower.” You cooed in a baby voice and gently squeezed his face under your palms. “I was just showing the world how much I love you…unless you’d rather me take it down?” Your eyebrow rose as you pouted. You knew he’d never ask you to that.
He let out a soft sigh and locked his phone. “No, don’t take it down. But you owe me! I need to post another video of me working out.”
You playfully rolled your eyes as Jeans thoughts were rambling out loud.
“I’ll invite Eren to work out with me, yeah. Then when we post the video, it’ll be obvious I’m bigger than him. God damn, I’m a genius.”
Standing up, you gave him a soft peck on the cheek before walking to the bathroom.
“I’m gonna do a face mask right now, babe.”
“Wait for me!”
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Love Language
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summary: you’ve never said it, neither has he…is that weird?
paring: dean winchester x female reader
rating: R for language
word count: 0.6k
warnings: language, not being able to say “i love you”, talk of sex
author’s note: i always found it interesting dean never told lisa he loved her…like ever. which is strange to me, considering how long they were together?
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Three whole years you’d been with Dean, and neither of you saw an end anywhere in sight. You had grown up a hunter and you’d hit it off with Dean almost instantly when you had met him about five years ago. What started off as a wholesome friendship became deeper and more passionate after a night of drinking.
He cared about you so fucking much, you cared about him too. You were deeply in love. But neither of you had ever actually said love.
It was beginning to really bother you. Why hadn’t he said it? Every other relationship you had up until now had imploded long before the three-year-mark because of your inability to say the three big words.
Did Dean not love you? Maybe that’s why he hadn’t said it yet. You knew you felt that way about him, that you L-worded him, but maybe he didn’t feel the same way.
“You okay?” Dean asked when he looked up from the lore book he was reading and was met with your blank stare.
“Yeah…just thinking.”
“About?”
“Do you think it’s weird we haven’t said you-know-what to each other yet?” you asked. He furrowed his brows before he realized what you meant.
“Oh…no? No, definitely not.”
“Dean,” you sighed, closing the book in front of you. “I care about you so much it’s fucking insane but-”
“Right back at ‘cha! Let’s just leave it at that,” he cut you off.
“But, isn’t it strange we can’t say you-know-what? I mean I’d fucking die for you and I can’t say the three words? That’s fuckin’ weird!”
“To be fair, you have died for me. Like twice now,” he replied, trying to lighten the mood. You smiled a little. “And maybe we haven’t said the words but we’ve done other things.”
“If you’re talking about sex right now I swear to god-”
“No!” he chuckled. “I’m talking about that time you jumped in front of a bullet for me. I’m talking about when you were dying in my arms and I made a deal with Crowley to save you. I’m talking about how you bring me chicken noodle soup when I’m sick and force me to stay in bed till I’m feeling better. I’m talking about how many times I’ve bought you tampons and pads and chocolates so you didn’t have to leave the bunker when you were on your period.
“I’m talking about letting you drive Baby, I’m talking about you letting me use your precious espresso machine. I’m talking about the way I look at you when you aren’t looking, and the way you laugh at my clearly un-funny jokes. I’m talking about holding you when you cry and bringing you breakfast in bed. I’m talking about you letting me sleep on your boobs because they’re more comfortable than our pillows even though I know you’re sore in the morning.”
You let out a laugh and slightly rolled your eyes, though you were swelling inside. Dean smiled as he continued.
“I’m talking about those three words that we don’t even have to say because we prove to eachother we feel it every fucking day.”
“God damn it Dean Winchester!” You shook your head, still smiling. You got off the chair, walked around the table, and sat down in his lap. You put your hands on his face and kissed him sweetly. “You mean everything to me, you know that?”
“I do,” he whispered as you rested your forehead on his. “Do you know how much you mean to me?” You nodded. “See, then I think that’s enough.”
“Me too,” you replied before you kissed him again.
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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 4 months
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boyfriend eren jaeger headcanons
- always having an arm around your shoulder to guide you (also to let everyone know you’re together)
- LOVES when you sit on his lap
- babe is definitely his favorite nickname for you
- constantly watching you if you leave his side, his eyes follow you across the room even if he’s mid conversation
- is fascinated by your skin care and eventually falls into your routine
- loves doing face masks but especially the kind the charcoal peel kind that you paint on
- tries to learn how to braid your hair (he’s not very good!!)
- often shirtless because he wants you to ogle him
- his favorite breakfast to make you is pancakes & bacon because it’s the only breakfast food he’s learned to make yet
- will get you a little girly drink on the way over to your place (“it’s pink you like that right?”)
- has one hand gripping your thigh while driving
- ‘accidentally’ leaves hickies all. the. time.
- makes matching bracelets with you
- and most importantly, he tells any girl who talks to him that his girlfriend is hotter then them.
jean girlies check this out!!!!! a fanfic!!! eren’s in there too!!!
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rinimeowhush · 4 months
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⊹ WHEN YOU'RE HORNY - aot men reaction
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ପ author’s note. eeek im back on the nasty side of this fandom ♡ ⋆。˚
ପ pairing. aot men x f!reader
ପ content warning. +18 MDNI fingering, thigh riding, cock rubbing, masturbating, praising
ପ featuring. eren, armin, jean, erwin, levi
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⋆ ˚。⋆ eren yeager
it was a drowsy 6 pm evening and you were in a meeting with levi’s quad with commander erwin and hange. you were about to doze off standing next to your boyfriend eren. both of you were at the back of the room, everyone’s back of the head facing the two of you. 
unlike you, eren was focused on what commander erwin was saying. the 4 hours of sleep were starting to catch your day as erwin’s words started to trail off one by one. your worn-out eyes eventually landed on eren’s hand. 
damn those long, slender fingers, and his vein were displayed so admirably under the golden hour sunlight. 
the coral light shined through the window, illuminating eren’s delicate skin. for whatever reason, you wanted his fingers around your neck and stroking your inner thighs. you bit your bottom lip and your feet tiptoed, as your cunt found the corner of the table.
you were standing behind eren. his large back was hiding your body from erwin and levi so there was no way that they could spot you. with the trust on eren’s back, you started to roll your hips slowly against the corner of the table. 
you felt extremely timid about people spotting you feeling yourself in the middle of a meeting, but you just couldn’t stop. it had been almost 3 weeks since you and eren jerked yourselves to each other. 
as your movement got more intense, your small hand found eren’s muscly arms as you lost balance. eren flinched and immediately turned his body to you. his emerald eyes glistened in startle when he met yours. 
his face crimson when he caught your visible red cheeks, unable to breathe properly, and feeling your sweating palm on his wrist. his verdant eyes traveled to your lower body and witnessed your hip rolling gently against the table, like how you used to roll on top of him 3 weeks ago. 
“what are you doing?!” eren instantly lowered his body to whisper into your ear, but it only turned you on even more. 
“eren…” you softly moaned out his name to earn a smirk on eren’s face a few seconds later. 
with a hidden intention behind his smirk, his large hand eventually traveled down to your lower body. his hands soon found your ass and slipped into your inner thighs. without hesitation, he began to stroke your inner thigh, just as you imagined a few minutes ago. 
even though you were wearing your uniform, you could still feel his rough hand stroking you. butterflies in your stomach cuffed you so inebriating that you accidentally slipped a loud moan. 
instantly everyone turned around to you and eren. 
“are you okay (-)?” erwin stopped his sentence midway and questioned, with a worried tone. 
his thick and demanding voice made you realize what you were doing in a room with 3 of your superiors and your friends during a meeting. with the realization, you slipped away from the table and eren’s hand.
“nothing! i’m just not feeling well” you stuttered, making erwin flinch his eyes and continue with the meeting. 
“we’ll get there later babe” eren once again lowered his body and whispered a promise to you. a feeling of bashfulness started to shower you as you covered your face with your hands. eren patted your head and lightly spanked your ass.
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⋆ ˚。⋆ armin arlert
finally, you and armin were having a little time off. it was no secret that you had work to get done. but right now, you didn’t care if captain levi had to barge into your room at late night, scolding you for how much paperwork you had left to do. all you wanted was to be embraced between armin’s arms. 
it had been almost 3 weeks since both of you got to spend private time. and finally, after so many days and hours, you and armin decided to call a date at the garden located inside the headquarters. to light up the mood, you brought blankets and armin brought some drinks to share.  
you both laid down on the blanket, feeling the soft grass underneath. “may i?” armin smiled as he gestured if he could put his arm underneath your head. “yes you may,” you smiled back, giving him a light kiss on his cheek.
both of you started the talk about the pressure commander erwin and captain levi was giving the 104th crew. they have been giving tons of paperwork, more training times, and patrols at late night. it would be a blessing to patrol with armin at late night, pretend it’s a date night for you two. 
but a smart guy like captain levi was, he dismissed you off with jean since he knew you were dating armin. he didn’t want to see the floors all dirty the next morning. he was aware of how teenagers could go wild at late night. 
as you two gossiped, you tilted your head to admire armin. he looked so pretty. so charming. his sharp nose, visible jawline, and his ocean eyes glistened as he gazed at the indigo night sky sprinkled with bright stars. 
with the feeling of comfort, your hands naturally found armin’s abs. just as usual you lightly stroked, making armin flinch a bit. strangely, he awkwardly slid the situation away with a chuckle. you curiously looked at armin because stroking his abs always meant you were down for it, and both of you knew it. it was like an agreement that was not agreed. 
“babe” you whispered in his ears and he hummed in response. you boldly slid your hand down his abdomen. “i want you…” you hinted at him as you brought your hand further down. however, armin grabbed your wrist and his eyes widened. 
“here? (-), there are people nearby-” as armin started to babble his worries, you cutt him off and kissed his neck. his weakest spot of all. armin slipped out a little moan as you grinned as a sign of success. 
“come on, we’ll finish up real quick, hm?” you whined, and armin grunted in frustration. believe me, armin was just as horny as you. maybe even more. but he doesn’t do stuff out in public. he was scared that people could spot you two. 
all of a sudden, armin pushed you off from his body. when you opened your eyes, armin was on top of you, both of his hands next to your ears as his tried to balance himself. it was visibly clear that he was having a hard time controlling himself. his flustered and heavy breathing told everything.
his left leg was placed between your thighs and you flinched a little when his knee touched your clothed cunt. his hand gently caressed your neck and traveled down to your waist. without a thought, you two shared a sloppy kiss, feeling his warm tongue rolling over yours. 
making our with your loved one under the midnight sky as the cool wind breeze stroked your two’s bodies could not make you any happier. “armin…!” you moaned his name into his mouth between the kiss.
armin’s pretty hand soon found your inner thigh, making you moan out more. he wanted this, craved this, thought of this every night. “i love you” he purred, breaking the kiss and sliding his hand inside your uniform.
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⋆ ˚。⋆ jean kirstein
it is no secret how you and jean love to share each other’s feelings through sexual interactions. you would always visit his dorm every night to make out with him. but ever since commander erwin and captain levi were giving the 104th crew a tough time with all the training and paperwork, you didn’t dare to let jean screw you up inside and out, making you unable to walk the next day. 
the pause in your daily night routine at first wasn’t much. but when it turned to weeks, you and jean couldn’t handle the horniness and were eager to please each other. to make matters worse, this mad commander erwin decided to move his office next to jean’s room, making it impossible to visit jean’s dorm since there were guards in front of his office all night. 
not surprisingly, captain levi ordered the 104th crew to clean up the whole canteen area late at night. all of you cursed at him as soon as he left the canteen hall with instructions ordered. all of you were all fucked up by the messed-up schedule and were pleading to go to sleep. 
“(-) can you bring some more water?” eren asked, pointing at the empty water bucket. “...fine. just this time.” you accepted his request since he was more stressed out than anyone in this room. hange made eren turn into his titan form multiple times for research purposes and clearly, eren was definitely done with it. 
“i’ll go with you. it’s late-night.” a familiar voice was heard behind you. it was your boyfriend, jean. you smiled at him as his hand found your hand, taking away the heavy bucket from you. “just don’t fuck outside you two.” reiner joked and bert joined him with a laugh. “shut up reiner” jean yielded reiner and bert his middle finger, rolling his eyes as he opened the door for you to go out. 
as you both reached the well and jean dropped the bucket onto the grass, you pushed him against the brick wall. earning a frustrated moan from jean. “i need you…” you whispered to jean, your feet tiptoeing as you tried your best to get your face close to jean’s.
both of you were dazed off due to lack of sleep, messed up hair, visible eye bags and thoughts not communicating clearly. “wait-” as jean was about to talk, you hushed him as you brought his large hand on your tits, making jean smirk. you knew that smirk, it was the face when jean is at his immense level of horniness. 
without waiting, jean squeezed your tits, making you yelp at the sudden pain and his other hand grabbed your waist firmly. jean pushed himself off from the wall and this time you were pushed to the wall. his arms were trapping you in his embrace. both of you were panting heavily as jean’s shiny grey eyes looked down to admire your sleep-drunken face. 
like a telepathy, you two started to kiss passionately, salivas mixing up and making you both let out a moan into each other’s mouth. jean’s hand found your neck as he carefully rested his head between your shoulder and neckline, his other hand balancing on the wall. 
“umhmph jean-” when you moaned out jean’s name so delicately, he pressured his hands around your neck, building butterflies to knot in your stomach. your cunt felt so wet as you felt jean’s touch all over your weak spots. you slid your hand to feel jean’s visible bulge, making him flinch his hips as you stoked his clothed cock. 
“(-) not there- mhm-” you felt jean’s hip thrusting at your sudden touch, as jean’s hands reached your shirt button, you heard a walk reaching towards you two, making you to push jean away from you. 
jean questionably looked at you, asking you why you pushed him all of a sudden. as jean was about to say something, you covered his mouth with your hand, your other hand finding your lips. “shhh, someone’s here”
“what are you two doing here?” levi’s scotch voice made you and jean jump. “captain!” jean stumbled as levi walked out from the shadow. “huh? the fuck are you two doing here? you should be cleaning.” levi’s face shifted to a solemn look. 
“uh– no captain, eren wanted me to fill up the bucket but jean got worried since–” as you wanted to explain what all of this was about, levi just walked off, not seeming to care about your excuses. 
“make it faster. and jean,” levi paused as he walked away from you two. “do something with your dick.” he scoffed, as he disappeared into the darkness. 
“we’re screwed. right?” jean slowly blinked as he leaned his body to you, his eyes fixed on levi’s shadow. “yeah no shit, be ready to clean the horses tomorrow” you tucked your lips in, nodding as you accepted your fate. 
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⋆ ˚。⋆ erwin smith
it is absurd. absurd that your boyfriend didn’t allow you to sleep in his bedroom, not even giving you kisses or hugs. for the past week, he gave nothing but piles of work to do. 
with this continuous bull shit, you even came across the idea of breaking up. but you couldn’t lose these precious men, making it harder for you to deal with whatever this was. erwin and your relationship was kept secret, by means you had no one to talk to about this.  
why is he acting like this? erwin left you clueless and needy every night alone in your bedroom. you couldn’t do anything but miss erwin’s large hand taking control of your small body every night before you eventually drifted to sleep. 
it had been the second week of him being like now. you finished all your paperwork for today. stretching your arms in your chair, you naturally checked the clock on the wall. it was 2 am, and you decided to call it a day. 
fuck. you miss it. you miss him. the way his hand would choke your neck, the way his lips perfectly kiss between your neckline and shoulder, the way his scent would embrace you. 
you got up from the bed and naturally walked up to erwin’s office. wearing nothing but the oversized shirt he gave you, you stood in front of his door, second-guessing your impulsive thought. 
with enough courage, you slightly cracked open the door. there you saw erwin working with his papers. i swear to god, he is like this every night. you thought as you let out a massive sigh, loud enough that erwin caught you peeking through the door. 
“hey bunny, you need something?” erwin looked up and smiled, tilting his head to match your head angle. “nothing, just having trouble sleeping. do you mind if i come in?” you awkwardly made an excuse, slowly making your way to his office as he nodded.
as you walked towards the couch next to his desk, the illuminating candlelight gently shined on your naked thighs and visibly displayed your nippled through erwin’s thin white shirt. and not surprisingly, erwin ignored you. 
now you had enough of his blind attitude. was he trying to test you? was he trying to test himself? you couldn't route yourself to his intention if he ever had one. that’s it. you walked up to him and stood next to him, gazing at his annoying papers above his shoulder. 
“hm?” erwin stopped reading and turned his face at you. “spread your legs, commander.” you ordered, and he obeyed. such an off case huh? a commander obeying their cadet, and you enjoyed it. you then recklessly straddled him as your head fell onto his beefy chest. erwin let out a gentle smile, feeling the cuteness overloading from you. 
for the next minutes, erwin left you to stay on his thighs and carried on with his work. your thighs were against his pelvic bone and your clothed cunt on his clothed cock. he definitely could feel it. he would be ill not to feel your cunt throbbing against him. however, you felt not bulge. 
you wrapped your arms around erwin’s shoulder and neck, letting out a loud sigh. erwin flinched. every time you let out a sigh, he knew something was wrong. he knows that you only sigh when you’re upset.
“bunny? are you okay?” erwin carefully scooped your head with his palm, his other hand still glued onto the paper. “not really, my boyfriend had been denying my kisses and touches.” you sarcastically responded. 
“come on bunny,” erwin expressed, tightly closing his eyes. “seriously erwin, what is wrong with you? or is it me?” you worriedly spoke as you brought your face in front of erwin’s. “nothing, i’m just tired.” erwin caught you off. 
you bit your lips at his answer. “come on, i know my commander can’t go through a week without a blowie from his little cadet.” you teased, your fingers brushing his undercut. 
“(-)!” erwin gasped at your bold words. and there, you finally felt something rising against your cunt. satisfied with it, you put a smirk on your face. you started to slowly move your hips and erwin naturally placed both hands on your waist. 
“commander it’s okay, i’ll just do it by myself – mhm” you teasingly whispered into his ears. you wanted to tease him. you wanted his dominant side to evoke. ignoring erwin’s grunt as his response, you started to kiss his neck and ears. 
his sweating skin was visibly displayed through his uniform, and you slid your little hand between the buttons and felt his bumpy abs. you stroked them as you continued to leave marks on his neck. 
erwin tried his best to focus on his last paper since he had to get them all read and signed before the morning. but he was too hungry for you. he had been waiting for a long time just so he could see his loads of cum gushing out of your cunt non-stop. that was his bigger picture.
he is the type of person that will make his wish come true, giving no fuck about other’s thoughts. just like how he led the survey corps for years. “erwin… i want you to fill me up” you moaned out, feeling his cock just getting bigger and bigger. at this point, it didn’t know how to stop. 
“that’s it, i had enough. i’ve been hungering for you bunny i want to see my cum dropping all over your pussy” erwin finally lets out his thoughts and his large hand around your hip. 
the two of you shared the most passionate kiss ever. at 2 am, at his desk, not letting a single person know about it. 
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⋆ ˚。⋆ levi ackerman
knock knock 
“who is it” levi annoyingly answered the knock. “your girlfriend captain” you hummed back, earning a scoff from levi across the door. “come in then”
you carefully opened the usual creaking door since it was late at night. you sneaked out from your dorm to avoid jean and eren from their patrols. if they caught you walking to captain levi this late at night, things would get tired and messy. 
“shouldn’t you be sleeping? and what on earth are you wearing in my room (-)” levi was standing in front of his island table, making his last tea of the day, and saw you wearing the shortest shirt he had ever seen in his entire life. 
you rolled your eyes as your hand found his jacket on the couch and wrapped it around your shoulder. “i didn’t tell you to cover it” levi gazed at you as he sipped his warm tea. 
you smiled as you neatly folded his jacket and tossed it on the couch. “come here” levi ordered, taking his seat on the chair as he tapped his thigh, asking you to come over and sit on him. 
you gently walked over and sat down on his thigh, facing him as you adjusted yourself, seeing his thigh between your thighs and against your cunt. you giggled and hugged him as levi smiled and moved his thigh to tease you a little. 
you missed his scent, his skin, just everything about him. it’s not every day you get to spend the nights with him. he would be usually talking with erwin, on a night patrol, or finishing up the paperwork. 
“levi i love you” you cooed at his ears, seeing the faint smile on his lips. god this man is so pretty. admiring how beautiful he looked, you felt his thumb caressed your clothed cunt. you gasped and looked at his eyes. 
“what, you don’t like it?” levi mocks your widened eyes and you shake your head as a no. “my girlfriend is allowed to talk to me” he tilted his head as he started to circle his thumb over your clit and you flinched every time he touched the sensitive spot. 
“hah– levi… please i need more” you fell onto his shoulder, feeling his not so warm finger entering your naked cunt, sliding through your shorts and panties. “oh yeah? so pretty” as he grunted and bit his bottom lip, he pushed his two digits all the way inside you, feeling your wet walls tightening around his digits. 
you moaned out loud in pleasure, your fingers gripping onto his shirt. “so wet for me” he coos as he tucked your falling hair behind your ear. you started to lightly bounce on his thigh and fingers while letting out a lusty moan. 
“you make me go crazy every time yeah?” levi mesmerized over you and picked you up and walked towards his desk, nibbling onto your neck on the way. “levi–!” you whine, feeling the sudden emptiness inside your wet cunt. 
“so greedy aren’t you” levi shook his head as he gently put you down on his desk. levi would go frantic if anybody laid their buttcheeks on his table. but you were special. very special. “open your legs wide” he ordered, bowing down to whisper into your ear and both of his hands balancing on the tabletop. 
levi kissed you as his lips traveled down to your chin, neck, shoulder, tummy, thighs, and … 
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JEAN TOUCHING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME
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“m’ not gonna continue if you keep looking back here. i already told you to keep your eyes forward,” your boyfriend comments, a little irritated with you lack of ability to follow his directions.
“i’m sorry.. i just .. i’m nervous.” you breathe the last part out when jean places a hand on your hips, your begin to squirm a little when his fingers gently prod at your pussy. he feels you up a little, one finger going to your clit to rub it as the other steadies you.
“don’t be nervous beatiful, i’ve got you.” his words combined with his raspy deep voice have your tummy fluttering with butterflies and your thighs warming up. you visibly relax, shoulders going down as you take a breath.
he spreads your ass cheek with his rough hand, spreading your glistening cunt for his greedy eyes to see. and you are wet, little beads of slick dribbling down onto your thighs the more you squirm impatiently.
jean fixes that with a quick swat to your ass.
SLAP!
“stay the fuck still,” he warns, and you comply with wide eyes and a burning ass. jean parts your legs wider, slowly pushing a finger through your tight folds. and it is tight, your cunt tightly flexes around his finger .. throbbing gently as he curls the digit against that spot.
“oh .. oh my god.” you whimper out, eyes fluttering shut as your back arches on instinct. jean can’t help but chuckle at that, you were a slut for sure. he just needed a little more time to drag it out of you.
“yeah? nice huh?” he asks, enjoying the way he gets to see your pussy slick up his fingers when he draws it out of your tight cunt. a little strand of your slick connects his finger to your pussy, only breaking when he slaps your ass as a warning this time.
“y-yes! it’s nice. so nice jean.” you yelp out, fingers gripping at the sheets as jean pushes his finger in and out of you with ease now.
your cream creates filmy white slick at the base of his finger .. it builds and builds so much that he can hear those wet sounds from your pussy. it’s fucking amazing. you got wet so fucking easily this time. and the brunette can’t help but think of how slick you’d get his cock if he stuffed that slutty cunt full of it.
“tell me how it feels y/n. should i add another?” he teases, prodding a second finger at your slicked up hole. you push your ass against his finger in response, moaning out a reply as your eyes shut.
“s’that a yes? hm?” jean asks, using the second finger now to rub at your clit. the stimulation has your going dumb, abdomen clenching as you begin to feel your orgasm build slowly.
“yes! please jean, fuck!” you whimper out, eyes beginning to water as jean adds another finger .. darting it gently through your slick folds. your cunt wraps around both of his fingers, tightly squeezing them as you accustom to the stretch. it’s a lot, but it feels so good.
“you’re doing so good, so so good for me … such a good fucking girl for me.” he praises, pressing his fingers against that mushy spot that has your brain short circuiting. you cum immediately, spraying your boyfriends finger with your cum.
“that’s it .. that’s it pretty.” he lets you ride your orgasm out, finger slowing in their pace as you twitch with the overstimulation until they come to a stop.
“y’alright?” he asks, pulling his fingers out gently. you nod, still trying to catch your breath from the powerful orgasm.
“got my sheets all wet, you little minx. come here.” he speaks, pulling you into his lap to give his good girl a big kiss.
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