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HEAT WAVES... (Armin Arlert x afab!reader)

.04 BOARDWALK (main menu | spotify ) 18+ MDNI NSFW ↳ summary: ...armin comes out of his shell. ↳ warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, implied depression, anxiety ↳ genre: hurt/comfort, comedy, ↳ word count: 11k (my bad)

No one really had an answer. It was as if Eren had vanished into thin air, like he erased himself from the face of the planet and it was just you eight who remembered his existence. All of his belongings stayed just where he left them. Eren’s suitcase was barely unpacked. A glass of water sat half full on his nightstand. There wasn’t a single thing that seemed odd or unusual.

Missing in action for a few hours turned into a few days. Which, eventually, turned into weeks. All of the Survey Corps plans to set up a base in Marley had to be put on hold, and it raised more questions about what to do next. Should the mission be considered a failure and go home to Paradise? Or, wait it out and continue as coordinated once Eren eventually returns?

There was also the looming danger of being busted by Marleyan officials as Eldian’s from Paradise, a special group of people in which the entire country agreed that they hated. Was staying on Marley a minute longer than necessary a risk worth taking?

You didn’t want to think about any of that now. All you wanted was some breakfast.

You quietly open the door to the dining hall, not surprised to see Hange and Levi sitting at the table. They stopped talking to each other as you entered and greeted them for the morning.

They seemed to be having a particularly serious discussion. Hange was sitting on the edge of their seat, their face painted with that determined look that you found inspirational and also frightening-- depending on the situation. Levi was sitting back in his chair, an arm rested around the supportive backrest.

“Make a cup of tea for me.” Levi said.

Anyone else would have taken his tone for rudeness, and his request as a direct order. However, you knew this was Levi’s way of being polite, as his articulation was softer and rounder around the edges. A change of speech he only reserved for you.

It was a recurring joke that you were Levi’s favorite. Levi spoke to you in different tones than he does to anyone else. For you he is always a pinch nicer. He usually said yes to any of your requests, agreed with most of your ideas, and no one could recall a time where Levi had to whack you upside the head for saying something stupid. On top of all that, you were the only one who was allowed to make Levi his tea. Eren made it taste bitter. Jean serves it too hot while Armin serves it too cold. Sasha adds too much sugar, and Connie makes too much of a mess for a single cup. Hange somehow makes it taste like dirt. You were the only one who could brew and sweeten it the exact way Levi liked.

“Yes, sir.” You complied.

It was routine now that you would make a cup for Levi before yourself whenever you happened to be awake at the same time. He hardly needed to ask at this point.

As you approached the table to prepare tea, you took notice of the heavy silence between the three of you. Levi definitely added an ominous element to whatever room he was in, but the tension was too thick. Perhaps you really had walked in on a heated conversation. Being the awkward interruption made you nervous. You kept your head down as you sorted through the teabags to find one Levi would enjoy.

“So, since it’s just the three of us. We’d like to ask you a few questions, Y/N.” Hange spoke up, clearing their throat as they did so. You paused.

“Okay.” You agreed, trying not to sound as anxious as you had suddenly become.

“How has Mikasa been holding up since Eren has been gone?” Hange questioned.

“And be honest.” Levi interjected.

If you were going to be completely honest, Mikasa had been having a difficult time. Just as anyone would imagine. For the first few days of Eren’s absence, she had been inconsolable. Mikasa spent most of those days confined in her hotel room, crying to a point where she would exhaust herself, fall asleep, wake up, repeat. Then, her despair took a turn and transformed into unwavering hope that Eren couldn’t be gone much longer, and that he would return. It was a last minute coping mechanism.

“She’s.. doing her best.” You answered, pouring hot water over the teabag in the cup.

You voted to keep it simple and true as you could without divulging too many details. Mikasa was heartbroken, but she did less crying every day. You figured that Mikasa wouldn’t appreciate you giving out too much personal information, especially to Levi.

Levi and Hange glanced at each other as you kept your back turned. They mutually and silently agreed to not push further about Mikasa. Still, there was another person they were concerned about.

“And Armin?”

The sudden mention of his name falling off of Levi’s lips casually and innocently sent goosebumps down your spine. You shivered as if a chill had brushed right through you. You even dropped the spoon you were using to stir sugar in Levi’s tea directly onto the floor. It fell with a muted clunk against the carpet.

Your mind began to race. As far as you and Armin could tell, no one suspected anything about either of you. You both kept a respectable distance from each other around the group but by default your interactions with each other increased. No one seemed to notice how your eyes lingered on each other from across the room. Sasha, who had been wholeheartedly invested in your infatuation with Armin from the beginning, didn’t even realize that he fixed you a cup of tea every morning since landing in Marley. Jean, who was Armin’s assigned partner for the mission and only slept a few doors down, paid no attention that Armin’s door would squeak open and shut at odd hours of the night from you slipping in and out. Mikasa, who was Armin’s very best friend, seemed oblivious as well. Then again, her mind was elsewhere these days.

There wasn’t much to be said about what Connie knew, because it was usually nothing.

If anyone was going to notice anything, it was Levi. And if Levi knew then Hange most definitely did as well. Levi was omniscient, all-seeing, all knowing, nothing got past him without him hearing about it. You were sure that you and Armin’s jig was up. You’d have to break down and tell Levi everything he wanted to know, as you couldn’t imagine lying to your captain and commander.

You bit your lip as you reached for a new spoon. You began to sweat under your arms and your stomach felt as if it would drop right out of your ass. As quickly as your anxiety had been sprung, a new idea came to mind.

Telling Levi the truth was your best option. However, you didn’t need to reveal all of it.

It was generally easier to tell if Armin was upset, afraid, happy, or sad. In the context of Eren, he was a tougher nut to crack than you suspected. When Eren first disappeared, Armin remained positive that Eren would return as he had no real connections or resources in Marley. He stayed up most nights as a watch guard, ready to welcome Eren back with open arms and a jillion questions. Coffee was his newfound hyperfixation. It gave him the energy he needed to stay up through the night. Apart from the stray glasses of water that you insisted he chug, coffee was all he drank.

When it was becoming apparent that Eren qualified as missing in action, Armin’s decline began. He crash-napped at strange times during the day. Whenever he was awake, his nose was buried in the journals he brought along with him from Paradis, flipping through pages and notes and personal diary entries he had taken on Eren, his memories from his father, and information on the Attack Titan. Armin hardly ate anyway, but he held no real appetite. Armin slept in later and later, often letting the small plates of food you brought him run cold.

You straighten your posture.

“Actually, Captain, I’m glad you asked.” You said.

Hange and Levi shared another look at each other as they also sat up to listen. Just as they predicted, Eren’s two dearest and longest friends would be struggling with him being gone. Everyone knew that the trio never really had a single day without each other. Anyway they could help, they absolutely would.

Levi’s tea was at the perfect temperature and just the right amount of sugar had been added. You walked across the room and lightly placed the saucer and cup in front of him. For a second, Levi watched the steam rise from the rim and eyed the deep brown liquid. You stepped back and stood at full ease.

“Armin hardly comes out of his room these days. I don’t think he eats, or sleeps, he’s too occupied overanalyzing and prophesying. We all know that Armin is more… perceptive than others. I-I think a day outside would do him some good. Only for a few hours just to get his mind off of things.” You submitted your idea, looking between Levi and Hange for any kind of reaction.

Instead of taking the cup by the handle, Levi hovered his hand across the entire rim and sipped through a gap in his fingers, louder than usual. He held his eyes on Hange, who actually had the final say. Hange’s stare was fixated on the table as you explained the situation. They nodded slowly as they listened.

Of course, there was more you wanted to say. But, just as you wanted to respect Mikasa’s emotional privacy, you wanted to do the same for Armin, and not lead on too much. Levi and Hange eyed each other down, quietly debating as if they could read each other’s minds. Your eyes darted between the two of them, eager to hear their thoughts. You felt like you were asking both of your parents for a favor.

“You think we’re going to let you two out and about unchaperoned, in enemy territory, after the shit you all pulled at the refugee camp?” Levi questioned, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. He didn’t look at you as he spoke.

Good point. Quickly, you came up with a counter argument to blame Eren for the sake of the conversation, but Hange intervened before you could propose it.

“Eren took full responsibility for that, and I said we’d just forget about it and move on. That was weeks ago at this point.” Hange removed their glasses to wipe a lens on the corner of their shirt.

“Armin and Y/N are responsible, and are the ones we would have to worry about the least if they were out by themselves.. We shouldn’t let Armin rot in his thoughts alone. Don’t you agree, Levi?” Hange hinted.

Levi took another large slurp out of his cup. With the loud sipping and little complaint as he drank, you figured you once again hit the nail on the head. Hopefully, that would add extra leverage to your proposal. Levi licked his lips and sat his cup in the saucer with an uncomfortable clink.

Levi’s silver-grey eyes weren’t cold, but still just as unnerving, as he finally made eye contact with you. You swallowed as he looked you directly into your soul, and a few yards beyond. He pointed a finger as he spoke.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Levi said. Now, that was an order.

Your mind had drawn to a blank. You had prepared yourself to defend your case. However, you were not expecting the conversation to go as simply as it did. Once the tide of relief had washed away, you thanked them generously and prepared to leave and make plans. It was better to accept a yes and leave, than to waste another second and give them room to change their minds.

“Hold on,” Levi called after you before you could fully make it out the door.

He dug around in his pocket, and simply chucked whatever he had towards you. You caught it with ease, opening your hand to see that he had thrown a singular Marleyan coin. A string had been tugged in your chest.

“Thank you, Captain.” You smiled greatly and genuinely, giving a respectful salute out of gratitude. Levi waved his hand, dismissing you. You turned on your heel and let the door fall closed behind you.

“Hmm.” Hange relaxed in their seat. Their lips pressed into a sarcastic frown. Levi glared.

“What?” He wanted to know.

“I didn’t hear you say you wanted reimbursement. But I always have to pay you back.” Hange commented.

Levi sucked his teeth and reached for his tea.

“I’ll just add it to your tab.”

A cloudy heaviness floated around in the dark and gloomy room. A few stray pieces of clothing laid across the floor. Dishes had piled on top of the bedside table as neatly as they could be stacked. A few mugs have been collected over the course of a few nights, dried and evaporated rings of coffee remained in the bottoms. The only light source in the room was the lamp in the corner that gave off a sickly yellow hue. It made Armin’s eyes and head ache, but he didn’t want to have the curtains open. Each rise and fall of the sun was just another day without Eren.

Armin took a gulp out of a mug that had been sitting near him as he rummaged through various journals and notebooks. His coffee that he had been cradling was brewed a few hours ago and had long been cold. Armin didn’t care about the stale taste it left in his mouth. He didn’t feel like going to get a fresh cup.

The only audible noise in Armin’s room was the annoying ticking of the clock on the wall. No one likes listening to the time pass by, and it was quite easy to tune out. However, all Armin wanted to do in this particular moment was concentrate on his own research. With each tick tick tick, Armin’s head pounded. His stomach also began to bubble as he had not eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. Food and water would make the hunger and oncoming migraine go away, but he was too engrossed in his writings to get up and do anything else.

Armin was hyper focused on trying to find a clue as to why Eren would disappear. He had been awake since the night before editing, studying, rewriting and scribbling over notes he had taken months and months ago. Something, somewhere, had to be an answer. He could taste it. Armin’s mind buzzed with thoughts and theories. Each assumption was laced over the other, intertwining in his brain all at once. They rattled against his skull.

A soft knock on the door was all that was needed to annoy Armin to the fullest extent, breaking his concentration on trying to keep his ideas sorted. Reality shifted around him now that he had been distracted. The hangry smog wiped from his eyes as he blinked himself to the present. Armin balled his fists, refraining from smacking them down on the table out of frustration

Armin turned in his seat and stood up. His head swam for a second as the blood pooled back into his legs and feet. He realized he had been sitting in that chair for quite a while. He spotted the shadow of two feet under the crack of the door and, suddenly, a piece of paper slid across the floor. The feet disappeared quickly as they appeared, muted footsteps trotted down the hall and away.

It was a note. Armin quickly reached to pick it up and unfolded it.

“Armin, would you please meet me at the pier by 12pm?”

There in black ink, written in your handwriting, was your name signing off. Armin stared at it for a moment to admire how the letters formed the sound of you. He also noticed that the i in his name was dotted with a small heart. Armin’s own heart fluttered. No one has ever written his name that way.

Armin turned the note over in his hand, not expecting anything to be written anywhere else. There was very little context. The pier? He didn’t quite understand. Whatever it is you needed to meet about had to be important if it was outside of the hotel. Armin checked the time. He had thirty minutes.

With haste, he assembled an outfit. Brown slacks, a white button up shirt, and a beige vest to match. Armin splashed some cold water on his face and scrubbed his teeth until his gums bled. All the while his thoughts ran a mile a minute. Armin could feel the adrenaline flow under his skin at the anticipation of seeing you for the first time today. He did a brief breath check before grabbing a cap to conceal his insubordinate hair. Usually it would lay flat but of course it wouldn’t do what Armin wanted right now.

He was out the door with fifteen minutes left to spare. As Armin was just leaving, Jean was walking into his own room.

“Oh, ‘sup Armin?” Jean threw his hand up in acknowledgement. Armin paused, a breath of air being startled out of his lungs.

“Hi, Jean. Bye, Jean!” Armin greeted him breathlessly.

Perhaps if he appeared to be in a rush, Jean wouldn’t question where he was going without him. Armin didn’t need Jean holding him up and asking questions.

“Wait, hang on a second! Where are you going?” Jean stammered. His face was screwed up with confusion.

Suddenly, Armin's hands were beginning to sweat. Anxiety began to pool in his chest. Armin needed to navigate his way out of the hotel and to the pier. The pier was close, a block or two away. Armin could still be on time if he kept his talk with Jean short.

“I’m going to the pier for a while. To look for Eren.” Armin said plainly as it was the entire truth. He put his hands in his pockets and swallowed.

“I can go with you.” Jean offered. He had his hand on the door handle, ready to leave if Armin said yes.

Armin upheld his promise to keep your relationship under the table. He figured one of you would tell Jean eventually. Armin did find it quite funny that Jean was the one who gave him the small boost he needed at the camp that night, but was so far gone that he couldn’t even remember his drunken words of encouragement. Perhaps at some point Armin would thank him for his unsolicited help. With time, of course. For now, Armin was enjoying having you all to himself.

There was an awkward pause as he waited for Armin’s answer.

“No, I-I can go alone.” Armin politely denied.

“Alright,” Jean hunched his shoulders, slightly disappointed. He was about to go back into his room before he abruptly turned back on his heel.

“Y’know Connie and I stay up pretty late most of the time. You can come kick it with us if you want… If you get too lonely.” Jean gently suggested.

This was the first time he and Armin had spoken to each other in days. Armin was Jean’s buddy, and he missed hanging out with him and Connie together. Every other night or so, Jean would tip down the hall to see what Armin was up to. Most of the time his lights were off and everything was quiet. Jean figured Armin would be a little lonesome. Leave it to a jerk like Eren to abandon his best friends.

Armin lips turned to the side in a shy, reserved smile.

“Thanks Jean.”

Jean nodded his head again. He decided to let Armin go his separate way. He couldn’t help but wonder if letting Armin out alone was a good idea or not, given the circumstances. He shook the thought away, having more faith in Armin coming back than Eren at this point. Jean held out his fist for Armin to pound. With no hesitation, Armin approached Jean and met his fist with his.

On that note, Jean went back into his room. Armin rounded the corner like a bat out of hell, and made a break for the exit.

The day was surprisingly warm and sunny. It was the middle of the week, and not many people seemed to be out today. It was nowhere near as crowded, as it was when you all first came to Marley. The pier was bright, full of life, loud, and busy. Now, it was pretty vacant and boring regardless of the lovely weather. There were a few people wandering around. Their shoes clunked loudly on the wood of the pier, echoing loudly into the open sea air. Even though the temperature was slightly high, the wind blowing off of the ocean just a few steps away provided a refreshing breeze. You could even taste the salt.

You checked your small wrist watch for the time again. The day was growing dangerously close to noon. Armin would have been here by now, but he was nowhere in sight. You had picked a perfect spot right in front of the pier's welcoming entrance. In big iron letters erected over its archway read Libero Pier Amusement. You sat patiently on a bench. Sitting in a public space and looking around anxiously was a perfect way to draw attention to yourself, so you kept calm and collected.

The anticipation was driving you crazy. You didn’t bring anything to distract yourself with while you waited, so you resorted to picking at whatever hangnail you could find. You bit at one, wondering what could possibly be taking Armin so long? What if something had happened to him? It was unlike Armin to be tardy for anything. What if he just didn’t want to come? You glanced at your watch again.

“Chewing on your nails again?”

You jumped. As if you manifested him out of thin air, he was there. You didn’t even hear him coming. You looked up at him, relieved that he was finally here and in one piece. But your heart fell at the sight of him in the daylight. It was obvious that he had not been getting enough sleep, if any at all. The area around and under Armin’s eyes were darker than the rest of his face. His outfit, however, was pretty fly. Marleyan fashion suited him well.

“Yeah.” You admitted timidly.

“I got your note, obviously.” Armin stated as he helped himself to sit next to you, thigh to thigh.

He leaned into your space, his hands resting politely in his lap. You had his full attention, eyes wide and dotting across your face. His eyes, the water in the distance, and the sky were all a miracle shade of blue.

“What is this about?”

“I wanted to go on a date.” You introduced your idea, motioning to the nautical environment around you. You gave Armin a flirtatious side eye.

“A date?” Armin sputtered incredulously. You hummed in response.

A strange crack accidentally escaped Armin’s throat. A date, of course! How stupid of him to not realize that sooner. Would you be upset if he didn’t realize this is what you had planned? Had he known, he would have gone out of his way to bring you something nice.

You pressed your lips together, hiding a smile and hoping that Armin would be okay with this. If not, you both could simply go back to HQ and spend time together there. Although, that wouldn’t be as fun.

“Unless you’re uncomfortable! We can go back--” You started to bargain. Armin interrupted you promptly.

“No, please! I-I definitely want to be here with you.” Armin pleaded. His reassurance made your stomach twist.

“I must ask though, how did you get past Hange and Levi?” Armin wanted to know.

He was more than positive that you did not waltz right up to them and say you wanted to go on a date with Armin. And, no matter what way you put it, there was absolutely no way they could have ever agreed to let you venture out alone without Mikasa.

You playfully shrugged. You hardly broke a sweat trying to reason with your superiors, but Armin didn’t need to know that. You did, however, want Armin to know that Levi had given you money. Armin’s jaw dropped. He almost didn’t believe it until you pulled out the copper coin allowance out of your pocket, chuckling maniacally. Armin scoffed.

“I guess that little boy didn’t take all of it.” You lightly teased.

“He’s never given me money.” Armin fake pouted.

He thought back to all of the times that he had gone into town to get things for Levi, and it was always out of his own pocket. He genuinely did not mind at all. That, and he also dared not to ask otherwise.

You laughed. His mood already seemed to be changing. You grabbed Armin’s hand and stood up on your feet. He followed.

“So. What should we do first?” You asked.

Armin held his shoulder out for you to take. You wrapped your arms around his bicep and gave it a very firm hug. A warmth had gone through him, starting from the top of his head and sliding its way down into his toes. He could feel his cheeks flush just by you touching him. It sent his heart thumping and mind racing. This would be your first outing together as a couple. Maybe if Armin remained collected and chivalrous, while staying sharp and alert of his surroundings, he might not fuck anything up.

Like he did last time.

It did not matter where the starting point was, as long as Armin got to spend time with you. After a few weeks of beginning to get used to sneaking around in dark hallways at strange and ungodly hours of the night, it was refreshing to see you in a rather normal romantic environment. A beautiful day, you on his arm, out and about in a place neither of you had explored before. Armin’s stomach gurgled. He suggested food first.

Although this was your plan, Armin seemed to lead the way. He specifically wanted ice cream again and he looked for the trolly. Unfortunately, he didn’t spot the gentleman anywhere so he settled for something else. So, you both made way towards the only open food stand. There was a bit of a line, but you waited your turn. You stood behind a man with a baby resting on his shoulder.

The first thing you noticed besides the huge bald head, were their big green eyes. Their cheeks were fat and round, perfect for pinching. Just as you appeared, the infant kept their eye on you. You smiled and gave a little wave, and made a few funny faces. Your new friend, with their little fist in their mouth, smiled and giggled in return. A bit of drool had rolled down their bottom lip.

“Aw,” Armin chortled at you.

“I like babies.” You mentioned to him matter of factly. The line moved forward a few feet.

The parent must have caught a whisper of your comment. He barely turned to the side and glared at you through the corner of his sight. You could tell he gave you a quick up and down examination. The man's concentration circled on your left arm, which remained at your side since Armin was intertwined on your right. Then, he gave an awkward and unfriendly fold of his lips, and promptly turned back around. It was always disappointing when a cute baby had rude parents.

The menu for street food in Marley was insane. You and Armin collectively have never had so many choices for food in your lives, and it was quite obvious to the vendor by the way you both gawked at the menu. You recognized a few items, such as Mikasa’s popcorn and Sasha’s funnel cake. But you weren’t too sure what a hot dog was exactly…

You and Armin both opted for a pretzel, to try something new.

Once you had gotten your twisted snack and paid, you pointed back to the pier. From where you were standing, you scouted out a perfect spot to sit, eat, and talk. One section of the pier was lined with wooden benches. It was built to stand a few yards beyond the shore line and farther into the ocean. You both sat closer to the end, wanting to be as close to the water as possible, and ate in a comfortable silence.

Seagulls called overhead. The sound of the water sloshing against the wood of the pier echoed under your feet. You snuck a glance at Armin as he munched. His hair blew against the warm wind. He was amazing to look at.

“I’ve missed seeing you during the day.” You confided in a soft voice.

“Yeah…” Armin dragged out. “My sleep schedule has been kind of messed up…”

It was obvious that Armin desperately needed sleep. Even though the bags under his eyes were plain as day, he was still good looking. In your personal biased opinion, Armin was always an attractive guy. The lack of sleep gave him a tragically beautiful aesthetic.

“I stay up most nights just… thinking.” Armin lowly stated.

Armin focused on the half eaten pretzel in his hand. There was something nipping at the back of his mind, something that you could see but not put a name to. You took a bite out of your food to fill some of the silence.

“About what?” You asked.

He paused for a moment. Suddenly, he wasn’t hungry anymore.

Armin thought everything was going well so far. He didn’t want to ruin the mood by being sad and talking about his feelings. Although, it was only a matter of time before you broke the ice and brought up Eren. He noticed how you tiptoed around it, how your exterior around him had softened. Since Levi didn’t bother to do bed checks anymore, only because the main reason for reinstating them for the time being had gone, you pushed the envelope on how late you would stay in Armin’s room. Sometimes, you’d fall asleep for a while. He guessed that you just wanted to keep him company.

“You can tell me anything.” You reassured him. You lightly knocked your knee against his to get his attention.

You were completely right. You were an excellent listener, and quite easy to talk to. Having deeper and more meaningful conversations with you was simpler than he thought. After understanding that you liked to talk as much as he did, Armin realized that he had psyched himself out for years. Being too intimidated and shy to initiate anything beyond banter as comrades, and vague compliments.

He often found himself spewing embarrassing facts and stories. You knew that Armin does not like to sleep with socks on because he hates the way his toes feel when they’re confined together, and he likes when it rains because everything feels cleaner. If he could confide in you that he enjoys a romance novel every now and then, he could be honest about his latest dilemma.

“I know, I just…” He inhaled sharply.

The pout on your lips was involuntary. Armin’s shoulders fell. He still kept his eyes on his lap. His bottom lip was taken in between his teeth, chewing on the supple skin.

“I thought at first that maybe being in Marley triggered some kind of memory, that Eren got lost or confused and would find his way back. I read my notes a thousand and one times. He hardly ever spoke about his fathers memories, aside from killing the Reiss family, so I couldn’t even piece together an idea of where in Marley he could have gone”

“And then I remembered the ‘see you later.’ It made me think he changed his mind at some point, but why? Maybe it was something I had done, something I didn’t understand… That’s kind of where I’m at now, I guess…”

You left your pretzel unattended as you listened. A sinking sensation fell in your abdomen. It was without question that Armin missed Eren and, honestly, so did you. He wasn’t your closest friend, but you enjoyed kicking him under the table when he joined in on Connie and Jean’s teasing. You constantly remind Eren to mind his business whenever he commented about Mikasa’s hair getting too long, and that she can keep it anyway she wants. Being the last person to see Eren seemed like a cruel joke. You felt as if anyone would see him for the final time, it should have been Armin.

You slid closer to him, hips touching together. Gently, you place your hand on his shoulder. Your eyes were locked on to him. He couldn’t avoid eye contact if he tried.

“I don’t think it had anything to do with you.” You hushed.

Armin offered a weak smile. You had spoken so tenderly, he almost believed that was true. All of a sudden, his mouth had gone dry. He felt as if you had him by the throat. A ringing sound in his ears as he zoned in on your lips. They always turned to a smile, no matter the occasion.

“Stand up. Face me. ” You demanded.

Without question, Armin did as you said. You plucked his pretzel from his hand and sat it down where he was sitting, and took both of his hands in yours. They were warm and a little sweaty. You gave them a squeeze. You instructed him to take a deep breath in and a deep breath out, following along with him.

“Let’s still try to have fun here while we can. Okay?”

Armin sighed. He could not deny to himself that the sunshine and fresh air had restored a piece of his mind. He was never going to stop wondering about Eren, thinking of the smallest technical detail, until he showed up again. For now, perhaps he could let his guard down for a moment…

“Okay.” Armin effortlessly agreed.

From that point on, he managed to put all of his Eren thoughts to the back of his mind, and enjoy your company. It had actually been about two or three days since you both had spent time together. He realized he hadn’t seen anyone for a while, which must have been why Jean was so surprised. Armin missed hearing you laugh and reaching to touch him anyway you could as you did so, how you could make a conversation about anything, and you definitely had gotten prettier somehow.

You both took one long, slow stroll around the pier. Mainly just talking, bouncing off of each other's ideas and random thoughts. You noticed a few things about him as you walked and talked. Armin spoke fluently with his hands. In casual conversation, he waved and moved them around. When he was being bashful, he rubbed them together. Armin also put his hands in his pockets sometimes. You hadn’t figured out what that meant yet. He apparently had a lot on his chest.

It was about to be your second turn around when you noticed a few people walking along the shoreline and under the pier. Immediately, you wanted to go there.

You and Armin rolled your pants legs up to the shin, took off your socks and shoes, and walked through the water under the pier. You held your footwear in one hand, while holding hands with the other. They swung in between while you casually strolled.

It was apparent that Armin was in a better mood. He skipped through the water, splashing himself and you as he kicked his feet around. He let his mind and his mouth run a mile a minute. Armin spoke on seemingly every thought that had came to his brain. You couldn’t help but to smile and laugh as he did. One day out and away from everything was just what he needed.

“Look at this,” Your eyes glanced at one of the pier legs.

You both stopped and approached to read and admire the handwriting that was etched into the wood. They were messages, notes, love declarations and promises. It was romantic to see how many couples had been in this very spot before you and Armin. He awed at some of the sentimental carvings. You had an idea.

You reached into your back pocket, pulling out a small knife you kept for last resort defense. You flipped it open and pointed the blade into the wood.

“What are you doing!” Armin exclaimed.

“Writing our names.” You stated, quirking an eyebrow. You thought it was obvious.

“You can’t do that, that’s vandalism!” Armin insisted.

He placed two hands on your shoulder, peering over as you were spelling your own name.

“Vandalism, really? Look how many people have been here before us!” You chortled as you moved on to sketch his name underneath yours.

Armin wasn’t the type to willingly bend the rules, which is what made it so fun to break them around him.

“Just because other people did it, doesn’t mean it’s right!” Armin hollered over the sound of the water moving and crashing. A subtle salty mist dusted the air as the wind blew from the ocean.

Armin’s face had turned a bashful red. He anxiously looked around. If you were both caught by Marleyan authorities and discovered to be from Paradis, it would be game over for the both of you as well as everyone else.

“Ta-da!” You cheered. You slid your knife back into your pocket and stepped back to admire your handiwork.

There, permanently drawn into Liberio’s pier were your names together, enclosed with a heart. Carving curves was more difficult than you thought it would be but the shape came out all the same. Armin noticed that you dotted the i in his name with a heart as well. He reached out to run his finger over the fresh carving.

“Nice little touch.” He complimented. The serious line of Armin’s lips twitched into a smile.

A quick gust of ocean breeze flew past, misting the sides of your bodies as you stood face to face. He had realized many things about you at once. Armin liked the way the wind had blown your hair back from your face, and the way your lips were drawn into a cheeky smile. He suddenly couldn’t feel his feet. The feeling of the cold water around his knees faded into the background as you had become the center of his attention.

Being in your presence was always a surreal experience. Even more so now that Armin got to have you all to himself. The era of Armin yearning from a distance was, for the most part, over. He no longer had the underlying anxiety of wondering if you would ever like him the same way. Even though you’ve said it, it was clearer now that you truly cared for him. He could feel it in the way you held his hand, pointing out the finer details of the world around you. You literally carved your names in wood, and it would be there forever for others to know that you both stood in this very same spot. It felt official, as if a contract had been signed. Armin’s heart pumped doubletime.

A switch had been flipped. A layer of Armin’s adoration towards you had been stripped, and a new fresh wound lay underneath. It seemed to run deeper into Armin’s chest than he anticipated.

“I owe you an apology.” Armin blurted out. You turned to look at him.

“Why?” You questioned.

He inhaled. The words weren’t easy to come off his tongue. Armin wanted to shrug and say he didn’t know, to spare you the bore of him talking. But, you said he could tell you anything…

“I… don’t think I’ve given you the attention you deserve.” He confessed, pulling on his fingers.

You helped yourself to wrap your arms around his middle, giving him the most genuine and warm hug he had ever gotten. The water that you stood in was cold, but your touch had him just about sizzling.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” You stated.

Armin gulped at your comment. You resting on him eased his spirit, as if he was forgiven for a sin. He laid his cheek on the top of your head, snuggling into you for the moment. His eyes began to throb, tears threatening to pick behind his eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was about to cry for. Armin’s psyche felt a hue brighter. Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter to him than you did in this current moment. Armin did not want to taint this memory with tears, so he quickly blinked them back.

You played under the pier for a few hours, as long as it took for mid-afternoon to turn into late evening. You kept reading other names drawn onto the pier leg, trying to find things to pick up and maybe keep as souvenirs, but you didn’t find much. Armin brought it upon himself to start throwing water. You splashed him back. This was maybe the happiest you had ever seen him be.

A weird creepy feeling hit you in the back of the neck. Suddenly, something was off. The hairs on your arm stood up. You got the sensation that you were being watched, stalked from behind. You stopped running around the pier legs, playing into Armin’s silly tag game. You took a sly peak from the corner of your eye before turning completely around.

There was indeed someone behind you, a few feet away. It was unclear what they were doing exactly. They stood still as if you couldn’t see them at all.

“What’s wrong? Are you tired?” Armin asked.

You had become distracted by his voice. In the split second you turned to look at Armin and back at the person, they had already gone. They were there plain as day, Armin must not have seen them before they took off.

“Nothing is wrong.” You said.

Armin approached you slowly, careful not to splash around as much anymore. He wrapped an arm around your back, enclosing you around him in a light hug. He looked in the direction you were staring into, not understanding what had distracted you all of a sudden.

“Let’s go back.” He offered.

—

Armin didn’t let go of your hand once. He held it from the pier all the way back to HQ. His grip tightened when you made it inside and snuck through the halls like two lovestruck shadows. The hallways were clear and quiet. There wasn’t a single person in sight.

“Are you tired?” You hushed.

“No, are you?” Armin asked.

“No…” You trailed off.

Since the hallway was so empty, now seemed to be a perfect time to slip in either of your rooms. You typically snuck off to Armin’s room, which was farther down the hall and had loud door hinges. Your room was closer, only around the corner. “Do you want to come to my room?” You suggested.

A bell had gone off in Armin’s head. He’s never been in your room before, neither here nor on Paradise. He couldn’t begin to imagine what your personal bedroom looked like, although he wondered. Armin nodded his head in agreement. The lump in his throat had formed in seconds, and hindered his speech. The dry mouth didn’t help either.

You promptly grabbed your room key out of your bag, so you wouldn’t have to fumble at the door. You and Armin promptly rounded the corner. You stuck your key in the lock and with just your luck, the key did not turn. You moaned in frustration.

“Sorry. This sticks sometimes.” You explained.

You quietly jiggled the key in the hole, hoping to dislodge the mechanism inside. Of course it would happen now that you’re in a rush. Armin stood close behind you. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, which only further distracted you. It sent goosebumps down your spine.

He couldn’t help his eyes but to wonder up and down your backside. Armin began to anticipate what possibly could happen once he got inside your room. Anyway he put it in his mind seemed perverted, which isn’t the energy he wanted to give off. He couldn’t wait to hold you close to him and unwind under your sheets. Armin’s head began to pound at the thought of things escalating further.

Armin fumbled with his hands anxiously as you struggled to unlock the door. You shook the handle again, more aggressively this time. Mikasa’s room was catty-cornered from yours, and would definitely see what was going on if she caught wind of suspicious noises in the hall. Armin wasn’t sure how Mikasa felt about you and Armin being together. It never had a chance to be brought up.

And, sometimes, he really disliked being on the same brainwave as Mikasa. They were always very close. At one point in their childhood, Mikasa tested Armin extensively to see if they could read each other's minds. It felt like just as Armin began to worry about being caught by her, Armin happened to notice her door was cracked enough to peek out of. The tip of her red scarf lazily hung through the crack, an eye just barely visible.

Armin quickly glanced between you still trying to break into your room, and Mikasa, who was staring directly into his soul.

“What?” Armin mouthed to her.

She looked Armin up and down once. Her eye squinted. She was definitely judging him. Quietly, she closed her door back.

You managed to successfully turn the key, after spewing swears. The door swung open and you went inside. Armin followed and closed the door behind him.

Armin didn’t allow a second to pass before he had his lips on yours. He held them there for a moment. You were quite surprised, standing in a short jolt of shock. When the familiarity that was Armin as you knew him sunk in, you kissed him back. Both of your lips laced in between each other. He laid his hands on your hips. His fingers lightly dug into your skin. You placed your arms around his shoulders, giving him support as he leaned in most of his body's presence into you.

Your room was still dark. You hadn’t even turned the lights on yet.

Armin took a step forward, causing you to take a step back. Walking while kissing made you miss a few steps. The back of your legs collided with your mattress and you fell backwards, dragging Armin down along with you. He exclaimed when his feet were suddenly taken out from under him, and quickly braced himself so he didn’t completely squish you.

You chuckled rather awkwardly as you were slightly embarrassed for some reason. Your heart thumped in your chest, even your ear drums were feeling the beat. Of course you and Armin were often this close to each other. It was obvious that physical touch was his main method of affection. Both of you were usually staying up extremely late, embracing one another, talking and getting to know each other better. Armin especially liked to fiddle and toy with your hands and fingers, and leave kisses anywhere he was allowed.

Armin giggled as well. You smiled up at him, eyes glowing brightly. Armin lowered his face to yours. He lightly rubbed the tip of his button nose against yours, and then helped himself to another kiss. You gently added your tongue to the equation. Armin melted instantly. Comfortable moans slipped through the both of you. Time seemed to no longer exist. Armin felt like he had been kissing you for ages, but still was not getting enough. His blood started to work harder to flush through his veins.

He wanted more. Armin itched to feel your skin on his, soft and delicate. He remembered how good you felt inside. Not that he ever stopped thinking about it, and how being inside of you felt so right. He never stopped thinking about you. The way you held him, moaned his name and mewed for more, squirming under his touch. With his eyes closed, he could almost taste you again.

Armin broke himself away to collect air.

“Do you want to..? Y’know…” Armin struggled to find his words. He spoke them softly into your jawline as he walked his lips there to leave kisses.

Armin resisted the urge to suck on a perfect spot where his lips grazed your neck, just below your ear. If he left any marks, someone would definitely put the pieces together and know that it was him. Armin most definitely wanted to leave his love bites and bruises on you. His secondary thoughts spun as they thought of all the other places he could freely bite and suck on.

Asking before proceeding was always the right thing to do, but Armin didn’t know why he was blushing harder or how it was possible. He could feel a bashful heat rise in his face.

You knew what he was asking. You wanted to excuse yourself so you could hide your face in a pillow and scream into the down feathers to hide how hot and bothered you had suddenly become. This would be the first time you and Armin would have sex sober.

How would it be different?

The blue in his eyes poured into you inquisitively. They changed from a light cyan to a deep, amorous phthalo. Perhaps it was the trick of the light. His eyelids appeared heavy, no longer staying wide with wonder. He focused on you as if you were a target he was aiming for. Armin’s cheeks were strawberry red, as well as the tip of his nose and ears. He held a small piece of his bottom lip in between his teeth as he patiently waited for an answer.

You wouldn’t ever turn Armin down.

“Yeah, I want to.” You confirmed.

There was zero time to react. Armin sighed in relief and reattached his lips to yours. He was still on top. To make himself more comfortable, Armin put one leg on each side of your hips to straddle you. You could feel how hard he had gotten, making a shiver go from the bottom of your neck and straight down. Your hands went to entangle themselves in his hair that was so soft, it felt as if you were touching nothing. Your nails accidentally scraped the skin of his scalp as you did so. A miniscule whine left Armin’s lungs as he helped himself to kiss at the pulse of your neck.

“I promise I won’t cum before you this time.” Armin stated. The both of you chuckled, smiling into each other.

Both of you began to strip each other of your top layers. Armin’s shirt had been removed, as well as yours and your bra. You took into account how toned he actually was. He was definitely on the leaner side, shoulders and biceps defined with muscle. His abdomen was divided into faint sections of four. Armin wasn’t necessarily gung-ho about training and being physically fit, but it was clear that whatever work he was putting in was paying off.

Bare from the chest down, Armin moved from kissing the sensitive spots on your neck to your collarbone. Then, he moved to give attention to each one of your breasts. He kissed one as he held the other, giving your nipples each an equal amount of pinches and gentle sucking. Armin made his way down your sternum, down your stomach, and met a dead end at your waistline. You still had your pants on.

“Can I taste you again?” He wanted to know. His fingers had already hooked into your belt loops.

You nodded your head in agreement, not even having to think about it. Armin’s lungs filled with excitement. He bit his lip to keep himself from smiling too much while he unbuttoned your pants and took them off for you. He began to tremble slightly from the anticipation of pleasuring you with something he knew you liked, something he was supposedly good at.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch Armin make himself comfortable between your thighs. He was on his stomach with his feet hanging off the side of the bed. Just for a moment, Armin paused to look back up at you. He wanted to see if there was any hesitation behind your eyes. If there was, that would be okay. But he was practically praying that there wasn’t. He gently wrapped his arms around your tights.

Armin took the kind smile you laid on your lips to be a go ahead, reading your mind perfectly. He helped himself down to give your clit two clear kisses, and began to lick ever so gently. The last thing you saw was the top of Armin’s blonde hair, his face tucked away. You closed your eyes and laid back to let Armin do his thing.

Armin’s hands dug into the meat of your thighs and his arms had tightened into a gentle hug once you began to wiggle and whimper under his tongue. He changed from giving your clit smooth licks, to licking through your pussy. He lapped at everything you had to offer like a pup to water on a hot day. Armin removed one hand to dip a single finger into you, leaving nothing untouched.

“So good.” He whispered.

Using his tongue and fingers, Armin created a rhythm that he could keep up with. He managed to work his way up to two fingers inside of you, teasing at the spot inside that had his name written all over it. Armin focused his tongue back to your clit, sucking and licking them interchangeably.

You were on cloud nine. This time around was better than the first. It would technically be Armin’s second time going down on anyone, but he performed like he knew what he was doing. You didn’t quite understand it, but if he was doing it this well then did it actually matter? You kept your noises to a minimum out of courtesy. A hand had made root in Armin’s hair, tugging at his locks. Armin’s one free hand reached for yours.

Enthralled in the pleasure he was giving, you had your eyes closed shut. Armin kept his wide open, unable to look at anything else. His vision tunneled from his job between your legs, to the sight of you squirming and huffing under his touch. Even before that fateful night in the tent, he had fantasized about pleasuring you in any way he could in any way you liked. Besides knowing what was outside of the walls, all Armin ever wanted was you.

A cord in your abdomen began to tighten and tighten. You knew you were coming close to an orgasm, but you didn’t want to just yet. You let Armin finger until you couldn’t take anymore. You tapped his shoulder.

“Stop, I-I don’t want to come yet.” You puffed.

Armin halted without comment. The corner of his mouth drew upwards in a shy smile. His eyes were swimming with lust, pupils blown out and dark. He used the back of his hand to quickly wipe his lips before glossing them back up your body. Armin kissed you. You could taste the faint tinge of yourself on his face and on his tongue.

A brief make out distracted Armin long enough for you to slip your hand in between your bodies and start messing with the button and zipper of his pants, which he had kept on. Armin gasped when your chilly hand found it’s way inside and around his cock. His mouth fell open with shaky sighs and moans as you began to work your hand up and down his shaft.

Armin was hard as stone. He was of decent thickness and length. Your core fluttered at the memory of how he filled and stretched you out so wonderfully. His cock flexed and twitched in your hand. You had only worked your wrist a few times up and a few times down, Armin was already panting and sweating.

“I wanna be inside you,” he huffed in your ear. You smiled into his shoulder. He almost sounded as if he was begging.

You released your grip to give Armin space so he could shimmy out of his pants. Once they were tossed to the side and he had settled comfortably on top of you, Armin gave you one deep kiss. His breath hitched inside his throat as he sunk himself inside of you. His whine grasped your attention. Your eyes flipped open to check on him. Your vision was met with the top of Armin’s blonde hair. His face looked down to where you both were connected.

“Are you okay?” You question.

Armin nodded. With his eyes closed, he took in a giant gulp of oxygen as he lowered himself onto his forearms. He was cautious not to put all of his weight onto you. Armin buried his face in the spot between your shoulder and neck. He spoke low, his voice sizzling in your ear.

“Forgot how tight you were.” He quietly confessed.

A little laugh escaped your lungs as he laid on top of you, chest to chest, as he pushed himself deeper. Your body recalled the way Armin filled you up. The stretch of him felt nice, a perfect fit and balance of length and size as if he had been molded just for you. Armin stayed still for a moment after making himself comfortable. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingertips pressing into his skin.

He moved his head so his nose touched yours. He wanted to be as close to you as he possibly could. Being literally inside of you almost wasn’t enough. You being sheathed around him was as close as he could ever get, so warm and so snug. Armin kept his composure, as he tried not to climax upon impact. He worked his hips slowly against you, impossible to restrain his breaths of satisfaction.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

With the compliment rolling off his tongue, Armin met his lips to yours. You embraced him tightly, holding him against you as you felt like you were floating. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, his moans spilling into your mouth. They were low and breathless, just loud enough for only you to hear. His thrust increased, still slow and loving, but more emphasis was added as he pushed back up side of you.

As he did so, Armin realized that your bed was slightly unsteady. It rocked as he did. And somewhere in the screws of the frame was a rather annoying squeaking sound. It might have just been his ears playing tricks, but he swore it got louder as he kept going.

“Your bed is very noisy.” Armin commented, chuckling and slowing down his pace to cease the squeaking. You swallowed.

“No one will hear, I promise.” You said.

Armin had to catch his breath over what you were saying. He inhaled deeply again, getting a good whiff of your hair. Armin let his hips have a break, staying still at his last thrust upward. You felt the tip of his dick touching the particular spot you liked. Armin put his forehead to yours and looked you straight in the eye.

“Are you sure?” He asked. Armin looked deep into you, scanning for any amount of uncertainty.

A shiver went through your spine. Armin stared at you with an erotic gloss coating his eyes. It must be a signature of his. However, there was an icy focus to his irises. You saw an idea fly into his mind. His tone had changed, as did the rest of his aura. Everything had gone a shade darker, Armin being the only one taking up your entire vision. The world seemed to not exist outside of him being on top of you.

“Yes.” You cautiously replied. Whatever he was about to challenge you with, you accepted it.

Armin believed you. If there was no chance anyone would hear, then he didn’t see a point in trying to keep quiet. There was more privacy in a hotel room than there was behind a tapestry.

He leaned in for another kiss. Armin’s lips fell onto yours, haphazardly kissing you with no real pattern. Your tongues moved around each other recklessly. Armin pulled his hips all the way back, and snapped forward with little mercy. He repeated the same motion again, and again, and again. Your eyes clamped shut, seeing strange sparks of colors and shapes.

“Does this feel good? Hmm?” Armin panted in your ear, desperation entangled in his question. His breath was warm and rumbled as low as his voice could go. You nodded your head.

“K-Keep going. Don’t stop.” You confirmed, swallowing your encouraging words as Armin continued.

It was all Armin really needed to hear. He snaked both of his hands down your arms and to your hands, locking his fingers in between yours. Without a single que, your hands flopped to the top of your head, being pinned down by a weight on your palms. Armin melodically sighed. Lewd moans were exchanged in between each other as Armin began to fuck you threefold.

“I won’t stop, baby. I-I… I can’t stop.” Armin huffed pathetically.

Right now, his main focus was how well he fit buried deep inside of you. Armin swore he never had a stronger sense of belonging than here in this moment. He could feel the tip of his cock prodding at your soft walls. The way you squeezed around him had Armin crumbling around you. You smelled nice, as per usual. Armin could still smell traces of the ocean salt in your hair and on your skin, which was soft and supple as it rubbed up against him. Armin’s hands gripped yours tighter.

The sound of bodies hitting together could almost drown out the bothersome squeaking of your bed frame. You hardly paid attention to it. You were too consumed in the ecstasy Armin was putting down. You drank in every word he spoke. His trimmed hair below his beltline made perfect friction on your clit as Armin bore down hard when he thrusted into you. You were so full of him, anymore might be too much. You were already sensitive from his tongue lapping at you moments before. This was just enough to send you over the edge.

Armin freed your hands from above your head. Blood started to circulate back into your wrists. He then placed both of his hands on each side of your face, cradling you softly. Both of your eyes flipped open at the same time, directly looking at each other. Armin sheepishly smiled. It was impossible to look anywhere else. He held your face exactly where he wanted, maintaining eye contact as you fell closer and closer to coming undone. You held onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his warm skin.

You could feel your stomach tighten and the muscles in your core swell. You whispered how you were close, so close, so so close while Armin kept his fast pace. He let his hips go as they naturally could, not really having a specific rhythm.

“I’m gonna come,” You smaller voice was swept in the wave of Armin’s moans. He put his forehead to yours.

“I won’t until you do…” Armin exhaled.

Just a few more pumps into you, and Armin had you splintering from reality. A wash of relief finally crashed down. You throbbed around him. You knew he could feel you coming to orgasm. Armin’s hips wobble for one single second, a rather delirious laugh cracked from his throat. He could feel you drowning in your orgasm. You clenched around him, sucking and pulling under the waves with you.

Armin removed himself posthaste. Your head was still spinning and your consciousness was jaded. You sat up again on your elbows in time to watch Armin relieve himself right onto your stomach. Some white ropes had jumped all the way to your chest. His eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw hung open while he worked his wrist around his dick until he was satisfied.

Then, he flopped next to you on his back, his shoulder slightly over yours. You laid together in a thick fog of post-sex silence, catching your breaths and letting your brains reset. Your first coherent thought that came to mind was to clean Armin’s mess from your skin. Second, perhaps to bring Armin a glass of water. His face was beaten with red splotches as if he had run laps around the world. There was a thin shine of sweat to his forehead. You twisted the knob on your bedside lamp, and got up to do so.

“Where are you going?” Armin asked. Like a frog to a fly, his reflexes were quick. Before you could get too far, he lightly grabbed your hand.

“I’m going to clean up, and then bring you some water.” You stated with a smile, giving his hand a little squeeze.

Armin’s heart pinged. He smiled back at you, only because he was still too loopy to form a proper sentence. He watched you sashay away to your private bathroom, admiring the view of your naked backside. Once you had disappeared, Armin fell back onto your mattress. A puff of your smell wafted around him like an amorous security blanket. He inhaled deeply. If he snuggled into your blankets enough, perhaps your smell would rub on him too.

Armin nestled under your blanket and made himself comfortable. While he did so, he realized that there was still a significant amount of space left, even if you were laying down next to him. In Armin’s hotel bed, there was barely enough room to fit the both of you but you still managed to make it work.

“You know, your bed is a lot bigger than mine.” He commented.

You snorted from your spot in the bathroom. You had cleaned yourself off and thrown on a shirt you had. Then, you filled up a glass of water in the sink, took a few sips for yourself, and filled it back up again.

“Yeah, it’s bigger than my bed back home too. Actually, this entire room is about three times the size of my actual bedroom. I don’t even have a…”

You stopped talking at the sight of Armin completely passed out in your bed. He was literally awake and talking two seconds ago. His face was still flushed with pink, not as red anymore, and his breathing was still heavy. Armin was curled up on his side.

As quietly and as carefully as possible, you crawled up next to him and turned the light back out. Your vision adjusted to the darkness. You swore you could feel his heartbeat bang through the sheets. Holding onto that sound, you fell asleep not long after he did. -- thank you. reblogs and feedback are appreciated! arlertwitch © 2023. all rights reserved. do not translate or repost any works by @ambassadorarlert on any other platforms. violators will be prosecuted in accordance within the law.

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all you girls try to be saints, i’ll make you wanna sin

♱ Desc: A battle of who can make the other more jealous ends in a much, much more exciting way.

♱ Pairing: Plug!Eren x AFAB reader

♱ Content Warning: Unestablished relationship, friends with benefits, possessive behavior, spit, thigh fucking, choking, biting, hair pulling, manhandling, cream pie

♱ Word Count: 5473

a/n after months i’m finally bringing back plug!eren bc i randomly got the motivation to write. i’ve been trying to write him again for a while so i really hope u guys enjoy bc this mf has me stuck. title is from oddlook. give it a listen ;)

wattpad | ao3

(Chapter 3)

The low hum of your favorite song plays softly through the bedroom. A scented candle lit and filled the room with the aroma of citrus and basil. Along with it, wafts the faint scent of marijuana. The wind blows in through the open window, shouts of children playing below and music coming from the neighbor's garages blare into the room. Past the window, the sun is setting into the horizon while the moon readies itself to shimmer with the stars. Brisk air rushes once more, hitting the bare skin on your thighs as you smooth your dress out in front of your full-length mirror.

“How does it look?” you ask softly while twirling and checking yourself out. Peering over your shoulder, you wait for a response from him. Erens eyes skim your body as he sits in your velvet pink chair, legs kicked up onto the matching ottoman. An arm hangs out the window, joint attached to his nimble fingers. His other is thrown over his head, running his hands through thick brown locks.

Perfect, he wants to say. He doesn’t know why you’re even asking. The little black dress hugs your body perfectly, sweetheart neckline scooping your plump breasts, gold hoops, and a matching initial necklace adorning your chest.

Christ, he mumbled under his breath. You looked just so good to him. Eren wanted to take you right then and there, work his fingers magically into you, split you open with his ring and middle, rubbing that spongy spot inside you. His thumb circles your clit, lips on your neck, licking and sucking violet bruises into your skin. You’d be crumbling in his hands. Shaking and moaning, scratching his back, and pulling his hair. Your hair is a mess, your makeup is ruined with tears, and your dress torn. Eren would think you were the most beautiful of all still.

“Good.” is all he says.

“Just good?” you look over your shoulder, head tilted back and brows furrowed in uncertainty. Eren watches as you pout at him, a fresh set of burgundy colored stiletto nails playing with your necklace.

His eyes drag across what you’re wearing once more. The dress was short, your ass was hanging out and if you were gonna dance the way you always did, you were going to give everybody a perfect view of your panties. He didn’t like that one bit. He knew what people said about you, how many people wanted to be with you.

“Man, if I could fuck around with that piece of ass.” Porco would mummer under his breath, hungry eyes eating you up as you danced with a friend. he’d nudge Eren, giving him a toothy smile that made him want to knock his teeth in.

“Fuck off, Porco.”

“What? If you aren’t gonna fuck her, I’d gladly do it.” Porco throws his hands up defensively, chucking and mumbling something Eren couldn’t hear.

If only that asshole knew how Eren would make you feel. How you were in the backseat of his car just an hour ago, ass in the air as he pounded into you. Hands holding your hips, and nails piercing your skin. He’s grunting, you’re moaning and skin is slapping skin.

“Why? Are you trying to look nice for someone at the party?” Eren snorts, lip twitching and curving into a smirk. The way his tone makes you wonder if he’s trying to get something from you, almost like he’s jealous.

The smirk on your rouge lips mirrors him, only growing larger into a smile from your realization, “are you jealous?”

Yes, he was.

“Answer my question first.” his gaze averts to the window. Below a car passes and ashes fall from his joint. you’re quite speechless, watching as he brings his hand back into the room and takes a long drag from the joint.

You had no idea where this behavior was coming from. You also didn’t know whether it was something you liked or disliked. All you could do is scoff and roll your eyes.

“For your information…” you begin, taking a seat at your vanity to touch up your makeup, “I am not getting ready for anyone but myself.” you dab blush onto your cheekbones, “You have no right to be jealous anyway.”

Erens shifts in his chair, your comment immediately caught his attention. You keep your eyes glued to your figure in the mirror. The conversation had shivers crawling all over your body, goosebumps growing on your thighs and arms. There wasn’t an idea in your mind where it would go next.

“Why?”

A pause and you’re turning to face him. The look in his eyes is unreadable. Was he angry? Was he disappointed? Was he happy? He had a blank gaze and flat lips, there wasn’t anything to even read.

“You’re not my boyfriend.” A scoff leaves your lips as you shake your head in disbelief.

There’s a long pause in the room. The space seems to shrink between your shared gazes, and the mixture of the lit candle and cannabis is making you nauseous.

Erens eyes narrow, turning away slowly with a lazy smile. You do the same, ignoring his presence to choose which perfume you’d wear tonight.

Though you don’t see him do so, you hear him. He's putting out the joint on your windowsill as you study the bottles. Swinging his legs over the ottoman, groaning lowly as he does so. You pick up a bottle. His steps are quiet, yet so heavy. each one seems to mimic your increasing heart rate. You spray each side of your neck. Honeysuckle and Vanilla. The steps stop, and you can just feel him behind you.

“Look at me.” With a slow shut of your eyes, you ignore Erens demand, spraying more perfume onto your wrists.

Eren wasn’t amused one bit. Rough hands cup your chin, pulling you - forcing you to look at him. His hands were warm and reeked of burnt weed. You scrunch your nose in disgust, but Eren can read you like a book, knowing already that you were going to spit something so vulgar at him. He tightens his grip on your chin, hoping it’d prevent you from speaking. It does.

“I fuck you, right?” He catches you off guard. You wonder where the conversation was going but you didn’t want it to go wrong. This was the uncharted territory between you and Eren.

You nod, nostrils flaring.

“I make you cum too.” It sounds like a question, but it’s a statement. He makes you cum a lot.

You nod.

“And who buys you all this?” Thick fingers reach your necklace. He grabs the chain, letting it dangle between his finger.

You swallow hard, but there’s a lump stuck in the depths of your throat, “You do, Eren.”

He’s at peace with your answers, both hands falling free from you. However, his eyes are still glued onto you giving you a warm smile. Still, behind his warm smile is one coated in wickedness.

You can't help but feel yourself heat up. Warmth flooding your cheeks, ears, and chest. Warmth filling you everywhere. A pooling between your legs follows.

“I’ll be in the car.”

He leaves the room.

You're frozen for a while before turning back to the mirror. You fix your hair a little, adding one more spray of perfume to your nape.

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It was a rare occasion for you to drink. Alcohol never sat right with you and it made you do things. The way it burns going down your esophagus falls into the acidic pit of your stomach and sets fire to the walls. It makes you do bad things. Dance till you drop, make out with one or two of your girlfriends, but the craziest thing you did was grow a relationship with a local drug dealer. Atop of that, you fucked him.

And it was good. It was so, so good. Alcohol never tasted better to you up until that night. On his tongue, as it massaged yours, transferring the taste of Hennessy onto your tastebuds. It was so addicting, you couldn’t have him for just one night, so you took him for more.

You took him in the car whether he was parked outside in front of a busy party or an empty parking lot. You took him on the couch in his apartment. His kitchen, bed, and your favorite place, in his shower.

Where hot streams of water would fall onto your sticky, burning skin. Hands grasping your waist just to flip you around and shove you into the wall. Eren was so aggressive behind closed doors and all you wanted from him was more. And Eren couldn’t deny his Princess, so he gave you all he had. He pulled at your roots, put you in a chokehold, he thrust so deep and hard. He did all for you.

You never felt so clean and dirty at the same time with Eren.

To think he was the one attracted to you first. Now, you can't explain your feelings towards the boy. All you knew is that like the spoiled girl you are, you wanted more. More than sex in his shower. More than his alcohol-infused kisses. More than his pungent aroma of marijuana and Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue.

The flaw you carried with you was one you’d hated for as long as you can remember. That being an absolute idiot coming to expressing what you feel. Eren didn’t see that, he only saw you pushing him away.

“You look ill.” A concerned look on the black-haired girl flashes across her face. Lips downturned and thin brows clinging to each other as they furrow in concern. Mikasa inched closer to you to grab your attention, though the attempt was a failure. You’d been too angry.

Alcohol. The poison made you feel so many strong emotions, one, in particular, being anger. Anger because you were being ignored. Anger because Eren was flirting with girls because it’s “good for business”. Anger because he was left alone with them in a room.

“I’m…” You're annoyed, tired, frustrated. You were so much more but none of the words seem to pass through your lips. “Let’s dance.”

Mikasa is taken back. One second you were sulking around the stone fire pit and the next your nails were sunk into Mikasa's skin dragging her to the group of bodies dancing. She couldn’t help but smile at you. You were circling her, mouthing the lyrics of the song playing and moving your hands up her shoulders to wrap your arms around her neck.

It wasn’t long before you two were swaying your bodies together. Hands entangled with each other and your faces were close enough that the tips of your noses were touching. Time flew while the two of you danced, lost in each other’s spaces and engulfing yourselves in the music.

“What’s wrong?” Mikasa asks into your ear, lips brushing your skin. She smelled strong, like warm sugar and juicy red candied apples. If you weren’t so addicted to Eren and had a tinge of alcohol in your system, you’d eat her up right then and there.

It was the second time tonight she pointed out your discomfort. Although you were tempted to tell her the truth about the source of your irritation is Eren, you wouldn’t allow yourself.

Playfully, you blew air at her face. Black locks uncover her gray eyes and she blinks hard, “I’m ok, Mikasa.”’ You sigh softly, pushing hair behind her ear, “I just wanna dance with you.”

So that is what you did. You danced on the travertine patio of some random rich boy whose party you were crashing. The activity was usually fun for the most part. The excitement of sneaking in and pretending to recognize drunk faces. Then when they’d finally noticed, you’d run out as fast you could. The thrill was everything.

Today, however, isn’t like the previous times.

As you peek over Mikasa's shoulder, you glance at Eren who’s walking towards the stone fire pit you once sad at. Behind him trails a tall blonde in a brown halter mini dress. Her hair sways with each step she takes to sit on the armrest of the seat Eren had taken. Her breasts are in his face while she speaks to him and he stares intensely at the pair while taking a sip of beer. The sight alone made your heart beat, blood rushed throughout your body, and your fist clenched around Mikasa's dress. Eren catches the heated flicker in your eyes and smiles devilishly.

“Mika, Porcos here right?” She nods, confused as to why you're even asking, “Where is he?” She looks more confused. Your plan was plain and simple: do the same thing Eren was. Though he called his “business” you knew how he played, and this was a game.

“By the keg.” She points a dainty finger over your shoulder. Low and behold, Porco is conversing with men who were unknown to you. His hands flayed when he spoke and he raked his fingers through his hair.

“I’ll be back, Mikasa.” You're gone, leaving her to go back to the fire pit with Eren and his piece for tonight.

You push throw bodies, unfamiliar faces confused at who you were as you passed them and made your way to Porco.

“Hey, Porco.” You say sweetly, pulling his attention away from the men he was speaking to right to you. A dopey smile flashes across his face as he throws his hand to the back of his neck.

Nervously he calls your name, “What happened to dancing with Mikasa?”

“You were watching us?” You come closer to him. The two random men excused themselves as soon as they heard your flirty tone.

“How can I not.” His jaw tightens as he studied your expressions. He’s resting the waters with you seeing how you’d react to his flirtatious remarks. His attraction towards you was obvious, though you never played into it up until tonight. Tonight he’d be fun to play with.

Smiling gently, you push closer to him, “I got bored.” You looked up at him through your long lashes. He smelt your perfume, becoming entranced by the scent of it as the sight of your breasts pushed against him, “I wanted to speak to you too.”

Porco was good-looking. He was tall, built, had great hair, and had an attractive face. He just knew all about it. Bragged about girls and his skills. It wasn’t your thing, but for the time being, it would be.

“You wanna play with me today?” He brings his face down to yours, using his beer to lift your chin. You couldn’t help but notice how bad his flirting was, laughing at his words. He didn’t know. He’d assumed you were laughing with him, not at him.

“Should I not?” You play along with him, wrapping a hand around his neck and leaning in to whisper in his ear, “You always talk about how good you are.” His hand finds its way wrapping around your waist, inching closer and closer to your ass, “I want you to show me.”

“Only for yo-”

His words are cut short and you're pulled away from his grasp. Another pair of hands wrap around your wrist, stealing you from the blonde.

“Oh, Porco, man!” Eren. He shouts, throwing a hand and gripping Porcos shoulder. He shakes him while the grip on your wrist tightens, “I’m sorry, but I gotta take this monster home.” He shrugs, eyes lidded but burning holes right into Porco.

Before you or Porco can say another word, Eren is gone, dragging you away from him and the party. You try to fight his grasp and keep your comments quiet in case you hadn’t caused a scene enough at the party.

“Let go, Eren.” You wiggle from his grasp but he is just so much stronger than you, “Eren, c’mon, stop being a little bitch!” Finally, you yell at him, smacking him lightly on the shoulder as soon as you're far enough from the crowds.

He stops, doesn’t turn your way, nor does he speak. He just stops his steps, stands on an empty sidewalk of the suburban neighborhood hood, shoves his hands into his pockets, and continues walking.

Your heart pounds against your chest watching him walk away. Chest rising and nails sinking into the skin of your palms. How could he be so calm? It made you feel so angry. A different kind of anger from before, one couldn't easily explain.

“Are you coming or not?” Eren calls out from the side of his car. His hands were still shoved into his pockets.

“No.” You say sternly, crossing your arms.

He scoffs, shaking his head slowly at you. Then he laughs and gets in the car. The engine starts and the car rolls down to where you stand and stops.

“Stop acting like a child and get in.” His arm is out the window waving you down to get on, the other on the steering wheel. You ignore him once again. Quite literally, acting like a child while not even looking his way.

“Get in, you look stupid.”

“Don’t call me stupid, Eren.” You’re looking at him now, eyes wide and jaw clenched.

“Get in.”

“I can get a ride.”

“Yeah?” He looks up at you within dishealved locks, clicking his tongue, and shakes his head lightly again. He laughs. He’s high. “From Porco? That idiot just wants you for what’s in your pants.”

In the end, you cave in. Entering Erens car just infuriated you more. He was quiet, he didn’t say anything once you sat on the leather seats of his E30. You expected more from him about you messing around Porco. Maybe an explanation about the blonde. Nothing. He said nothing.

“That’s fine, Eren.” You speak softly and he begins to drive out of the neighborhood, “I don’t care if Porco wanted me for what’s in my pants.” Still, he doesn’t say a thing, “I wanted to fuck him.”

As you watch him, he clenched his jaw and his knuckles grip harder on the wheel. Then when you’re stopped at the red light, he revs the engine of his car. When it’s green, he speeds off. You poked the bear. He driving recklessly. Exceeding the speed limit, making sharp turns, and braking hard. He continues this throughout the drive to your apartment. Once you arrive, you jump out of the car, slamming the door as quickly as you could. You didn’t want to hear a thing from Eren.

Truly, you didn’t mind fucking Porco but you never were going to go through with it. You said what you said to get a reaction from Eren and you got what you wanted all along. You always did when it came to Eren.

Once you enter your apartment, you kick your heels off. Looking over your shoulder at the brunette getting closer to the door. When he just barely reaches the entrance, you slam the door in his face.

He’s quick, swinging the door and walking your way with force. He scares you, making your skin crawl once he grabs ahold of your face with one hand.

“Get your hands off me!” You speak incoherently from the pressure he’s applying to your face. With that, he lets go, grabbing your arm and dragging you into your bedroom to force you onto the bed, “Get off.”

“You don’t get to act like a brat after what you told me.” He hovers over you, keeling and keeping a knee between your legs to separate them. Your dress rides up, exposing your black lace panties. His hands hold your wrists in place on either side of your head.

You looked delectable to him. He saw that you were afraid, never seeing this side of him. But you also had some fight in you left, you weren’t gonna cower down soon. Though, especially, he saw that you were excited.

The way your chest rose, your nose was scrunched, your eyes glossed over, and the burning heat from your cunt against his knee. A wet patch grew on the center of your panties and he couldn’t ignore it.

“Really? I cant? Not even after you and that blonde bitch?” You spit out, teeth grinding against each other in a condescending tone, “I bet she fucked you so she can get seven grams with a discount? I know how you like smoking chicks out, you did it with me.”

The look in his eyes was purely dark. He was readable, so extremely readable. A once beautiful set of turquoise eyes is now dark. They're dark as a forest of evergreens. He gave you a look of wanting to ruin you.

“Don’t be so jealous, Princess.” He lowers himself so that his face was inches from yours, pushing and rubbing his knee against your cunt, “I didn’t smoke her out as I do with you.” A smile pulled at his lips as he watches you begin to rut your hips against his knee. And although you were angry, the itch and need to relive the throbbing at your pussy was much more important to you than yelling at Eren.

“D-did you fuck her?” You whimpered out as the rutting of your hips sent waves of heat throughout your body and your thighs began to ache from the work alone.

“Why would you care? I’m not your boyfriend.” He’s so close to your lips now. You pathetically attempt to kiss him, but he dodges your lips and watches as you embarrassingly rut your hips to reach completion. It wasn’t close to enough though, you needed more of him. His fingers, his mouth, his cock. Something more.

He feels bad for you, you tried but failed horribly at standing up to Eren. The craving you had for the boy was intense and it needed to be treated immediately. But this time, he was punishing you and he wasn’t gonna give it to you that easily.

“Look at you,” Finally he lets go of your wrists, getting up and leaving you high and dry on your silk sheets. And christ what a sight you were to him. Chest rising high, tits nearly spilling from your sweetheart neckline, and your dress cinched and just barely above your crotch exposing your cute little black panties with a bow. He couldn’t resist you. He wouldn’t.

“Get on your knees.” He spits out, watching over you like some god. And even though your mind told you not to cave in more than you already have, you continued to get on your knees. Eren watched as you struggled with weak legs and arms, becoming more and more impatient. Eventually, you were positioned perfectly.

“You’re beautiful like this.” He growled, “So fucking beautiful.” He exaggerates each word, smoothing over the soft skin of the back of your until reaches the globes of your ass. He squeezed hard, shoving you forward and into the mattress.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to speak coherently to Eren. Almost all five of your senses were Eren. From the corner of your eyes, you see him leaning over you and admiring you. His voice is low and raspy while whispering sweet yet poisonous comments into your ear. Eren smells of his cologne. His intoxicating, clean fresh cologne and his weed. Calloused hands run up the arch of your back and press down, making your ass stick higher in the air. But you couldn’t take him.

He wouldn’t let you, and all you wanted was him in your mouth. You needed to taste his spit on your plump lips. You had a craving for his saliva on your tongue.

“How bad do you want it?” Eren asks, pushing your dress until it’s just below your bra.

“Bad.” Whiny and breathy, you rock your hips back to meet Erens crotch. Through the rough material of his jeans, you shimmy your ass on his hard cock. “So bad, Eren.”

With that, he lets go. His hand snakes around your neck and the other gets a brutal grip on your hair, pulling your head back. You whine from the stinging at your scalp. It hurt, but the pooling between your legs said otherwise. Once your face is off your sheets, his hand squeezes your cheeks together, making your lips pucker. He sticks his fingers in your mouth, pressing his pointer and middle down on your tongue so you’d drool over the length of them. He pushes farther, making you gag and your eyes brim with tears, ruining your makeup. Eren laughs darkly.

“No one can make you feel as good as I do.” He rasps, his fingers still messaging your tongue and making you gag as his other lets go of your hair to undo his belt. The jingle alone makes you jump, goosebumps crawl all over your body, and your cunt drips.

You shake your head. No. No one can make you feel as good as Eren.

A string of saliva falls past your glossy lips once Erens fingers leave your mouth. He groans at how soaked his fingers are from your mouth. His other hand comes back to your head pushing you into the mattress again and the other releases his cock from his briefs. Fuck, he utters under his breath once he wraps his hands around his aching cock.

Your breathing is restrained, nearly choking from the face full of bed sheets and Erens forceful behavior. You’re aching everywhere for him, but especially your cunt. Releasing the balled-up sheets from your hands, you slowly inch one between your legs. Pathetically, you reach for your throbbing clit but your finger isn’t long enough.

Eren shakes his head, hair messy and falling from the hair tie, “You need help, Princess?” He coos, almost mocking your whines and begging for relief from the ache between your legs. You nod eagerly.

“Words, Princess.”

“Please, Eren. I-I need you so bad.”

Eren is breathing heavily, pulling you closer to him and peeling your panties off. Under the moonlight, your cunt glistens with slick and pulsates for him. With his cockhead, he rubs your lips, spreading them to toy with your clit.

“More, please, just fuck me.”

“Be patient.” So you try to be. You let him play and tease you for a while. You let him stick his dick between your thighs, and fuck them. Wetting his length with your juices as he barely catches your clit with each slow thrust. He groans lowly with each stroke and each little noise you make.

And for your patience, he rewards you. His cock-head passes through the first ring of muscle. You’re welcoming him so well that he shoved himself inside you and that you let out a sharp yelp once he does. Your cunt wraps around him with intense heat and your gasping and groaning at his harshness.

He watched you below him. How you catch your breath, your knuckles turn white from the tight grips you had on your sheets, but your back arch’s more for him.

“Hard,” You speak softly and breathlessly, muffled, “go hard.”

Eren would cum at just that. Though he wouldn’t before he broke you. He nearly pulls the entirety of his fat cock out of your cunt, just leaving the tip inside, then forces himself back into the warmth of your pussy. He is slow at first but harsh, teasing you because he knows how much you like it rough. His hand roams the arch of your back, pushing hard. The other wrapping around your neck, squeezing hard. Then he’s fucking you. Fucking you hard.

He rammed his hips into you at a fast pace. His cock fills your walls and tip fucking your cervix. Your senses were heightened each time Eren slammed into you. Your moans are so lewd and loud, his grunting so animalistic. The oak legs of your bed scratched the floor and your bed frame hit the thin walls of your bedroom from Erens aggressiveness.

You're sore from him already. From the slapping of his thighs on yours and calloused hands all over your body. But you didn’t mind. You loved all of it. You loved all Eren gave you.

“I only fuck you like this,” He rasps between each thrust, “This pussy only takes me like this.” Slamming, slapping, groaning. Your mouth is dry as you breathe hard, gasping for air as Eren's hand squeezes harder around your neck.

“J-just you, Eren. Only E-eren can.” You say it softly, but you doubt he couldn’t even hear you.

Erens lost. He’s in a daze and living a dream of being in your pussy. Fucking you so deep, that he completely loses himself. Strong arms wrap around your stomach, pulling you to his chest with his cock still in your cunt, but thrusts paused. One arm stays at your waist, holding onto you until his fingertips bruise your tender skin. The other snakes to your neck again, gently but roughly, he puts you in a headlock and begins the rhythmic slamming of his cock into your pussy once more.

You panting like a bitch in heat, clawing at Erens waist to gain balance. Though his force is too much. He's fucking up into you like a beast. Grunting and muttering the sweetest yet disgusting praises into your ears. The soft hoodie he kept on is your only source of softness. His lips brisk from your neck and your ear and he bites down on your lobe. You’re a moaning mess when his lips suck the supple skin of your neck, only to bite down till he breaks a layer of skin. The belt lying above his knees scratches your skin, and his hand finds its way up to your stomach. Pulling your bra cup, he frees your tits, messaging them and pinching your nipple.

With one harsh thrust, Eren pushes you back into the bed. You’re limp, letting him use you like a fucktoy. Your throat is raw from moaning so much, from calling out F-fuck, Eren. Right there, Eren. Mmm, harder, Eren. You wouldn’t be surprised if your landlord came to visit you the next morning. Either way, you couldn’t care one bit.

The build-up Eren was giving you was amazing. So painfully amazing.

His hands roamed to your hips and held you in place for a couple of seconds until one came to rub your clit. You lost your mind at that. Whining louder from his thick, long fingers rubbing delicious circles onto your throbbing clit and his tip fucking your cervix nice and deep.

Your entire body filled with warmth and your joints turned into gelatin. Eren breathed harshly through grinding teeth feeling your walls cave in on him. The pulsing of your cunt added to his pleasure so did the rise and fall of your back.

“Squeezing me so fuckin’ good, Princess” He spits out, “You gonna cum, hm?”

Out of breath, yes’s fall past your lips. Raw, raspy yes’s.

“Yeah, yes, Eren.”

With Eren, your orgasms were never just one knot snapping. It was multiple. Multiple knots snapping at an unexplainably fast speed with great intensity. So with one more snap of his hips. That’s what happens. Those knots snap, and you’re gone. Moaning, yelping, whining, screaming. You’re gushing all over his fat cock you don’t even notice the mess you make on him and your bed sheets.

A panting, worn out, hot mess you were. Legs trembling and wet from your juices. Eren's thrusts became sporadic as he came closer to his high from the sight of you squirting all over him.

“F-fuckin’ hell, Princess.” He moans lowly, “Dirty-fucking-slut,” He accentuates each word with a hard, tired-out thrust. He smacks your ass, squeezing the globes to pull you back to him once more. He cums. His big, cock shoots and stuffs you full of his cum. Moon-shaped marking and pierced into the skin of your hips from his grasp, red and nearly purple from his strength.

You’re quiet besides your painting, no longer able to say a thing, no longer able to move. He broke you just like he wanted to.

Eren keeps his cock inside you, reaching out to grab a handful of your hair, he turns you. His other hand moves your hair out of your face and wipes a glob of tears away from your mascara-stained eyes. He’s breathing heavily through his nose, his nostrils flaring. He’s sweaty and his cheeks are rosy from leaving his hoodie on.

Once more, he thrusts himself into you. Stuffing you full of his cum and not letting a single drop fall. He watches as your face contorts. Wet lips fall, eyes roll back, and nose scrunch.

“Only I fuck you this good. Remember that, Princess.”

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nissanmaxima · 8 months

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Finally someone who writes African American readers! I’ve been looking all over! Anyways, can you write a story about Levi and his African American s/o having kids and they’re all just dancing to popular urban songs? Its basically just a little bonding time.

foot note: pay no mind to the fact that this literally just never got published i’m so sorry 😭

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A smile graced your face as you soaked in the scenario that’s unfolding, it felt surreal. Levi Ackerman, humanity's strongest soldier, and his loving (Y/N) found themselves blessed with a lively bunch of children. As they watched their little ones grow, they realized the profound joy that music brought their family.

The sun was shining, the faint buzzing sound of insects as well as the wind brushing against the grass surrounded the Ackerman family as they decided to have a special bonding session in the backyard. They put on their favorite R&B songs and danced to the rhythm with pure delight. The Kids, Madie, Genesis, Tremaine and Miracle giggled and twirled around, trying to imitate their parents' moves while Levi and his partner showcased their natural dancing skills. Older songs playing the likes of Whitney Houston, Earth Wind & Fire, Ja Rule, and Madie’s personal favorite: Michael Jackson

“Madie, what’s your stage name?”

“Madie Jackson!”

the exclamation made both parents laugh and hugged their daughter as tight as they possibly could,

“You’d be the best Madie Jackson ever!”

Levi, known for his stoic demeanor, let loose and embraced the happiness that radiated from his family. His partner, whose contagious laughter filled the air, led the way with energetic dance routines. They encouraged each child to express themselves through dance, fostering an environment of creativity and freedom.

The eldest child, a curly-haired girl named Genesis showed off her agility and grace with fluid dance moves, reminiscent of a seasoned performer. Next in line was Tremaine, a mischievous young boy who wasn't afraid to break out into spontaneous breakdance moves that left the family in awe and finally the twins, Madie and Miracle, added a touch of synchronized elegance to their performance, never missing a beat.

As the music continued to play, the baby of the Ackerman family, Levi Jr., joined in with his adorable little steps and contagious laughter. Every family member swayed and grooved, revealing the true power of love and unity.

Neighbors passing by couldn't help but stop and watch as this remarkable family exuded happiness and harmony. Some even joined in, clapping their hands and bopping to the beat, turning the backyard into a joyful dance party.

The day unfolded like a magical symphony from the morning starting with grits and eggs, to the midday being cleaning time to the Ackerman family dancing freely to the rhythm of their hearts. Each movement became a reflection of their love for one another, letting no outside or otherworldly interference stop their flow.

In that moment, Levi Ackerman, the hardened soldier, and his special (Y/N), were more than just parents. They were the architects of happiness and togetherness, creating cherished memories that would last a lifetime.

And so, under the warm sunshine and with the melody of slow, rugged and beautifully crafted R&B songs carrying them on, the Ackerman family continued to dance, bonding through rhythm and expression, celebrating the love that bound them forever and always.

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foot note: heyyyyy i’m sorry :D i do this thing where i get a bunch of inspiration and then it goes no where sorryyyyy but i’m over the legal age so now i’m gonna start writing the spicy stuff so hopefully i’ll pump those out for kinktober :>

#poc reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x reader oneshots #levi attack on titan #levi aot #levi ackerman oneshot #levi x black reader #levi ackerman x reader #black reader #x black fem reader #afab reader #levi x black!reader #africanamericanreader

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samoankpoper21 · 10 months

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Comforting Erwin

The jolt in his body roused you from your sleep. You glanced over at your sleeping husband and noticed the grimace in his face, Erwin gnashing his teeth. He was having a nightmare, something that was common all things considering he and his troops having to fight titans daily, having to lose hundreds of soldiers, and trying to motivate the remaining members to stay strong despite the constant setbacks.

You don't know why Erwin married you; he's the greatest commander of the Survey Corps for goodness sake. You just ran a small bakery and he loved your cherry pies and strudels. It came to you as a surprise when you happened to hear Erwin tell Levi, his best friend and closest confidant, "I'm going to marry her." A beat of silence passed when you heard the shorter man say, "Tch. Do what you want."

You came back with a cold washcloth in hand; as you were about to dab at the sweat on Erwin's forehead, he pounced up and pinned you against the bed, gripping your arms tightly causing you to wince in pain a little, feeling the bruises setting in. You looked up to see your husband's bewildered eyes. This was nothing new to you. You were used to it. You calmly reached up to caress his face. "Shh, shh, Erwin it's me." His eyes were still clouded with instability. You ran your hand through his soft blonde locks shushing him trying to settle him down. "Erwin listen to my voice," you sternly murmured. "Breathe, breathe Erwin." You watched as Erwin's breathing began to slow, him mimicking you inhaling and exhaling slowly. As his subconscious dreaming subsided, Erwin's eyes widened in horror. "Y/N," he quickly scooted off the bed to a corner of the room, covering his mouth with shaking hands, noting the bruises that were slowly forming on your upper arms. "Y/N I'm sorry."

"Erwin, it's ok."

"No it's not! You're hurt." You gently rose from the bed and approached him. "Erwin, look at me. Look. At. Me," you gently lifted his head forcing him to look you in the eyes. "I'm fine. I promise." You kissed his forehead, one cheek, and then the next, and finally on his lips. He sighed into your embrace as you led him back to bed. He nuzzled his face into your neck as you ran your hands through his blonde locks. "Erwin, I love you. When we said our vows and promised to be with each other for better and for worse this is the worse that I signed up for," you lifted his head, his vibrant blue eyes threatening to have tears spill over. "So don't you dare make me regret accepting the great commander, flaws and all." He offered you a small smile as you bent down to kiss him, continuing to run your hands through his hair, up and down his back, feeling his breathing even out. "I love you Erwin Smith and don't you ever forget it."

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musings-and-moans · 2 years

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watermelon sugar (kinktober day 1)

kink(s) of the day: overstimulation and squirting | kinktober masterlist

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submission for: @ickyism’s Tropical Kiss Collab (thank you for organizing this💕, i think i am still early because timezones :D)

features: levi ackerman x fem!reader (afab!, uses she/her pronouns) (college AU) | wc: 4450 | song: watermelon sugar - harry styles

warnings: overstimulation, squirting, alcohol consumption, oral sex (m! and f! receiving, not in a 69 position), face fucking (if you squint), fingering, doggystyle, unprotected sex (pull out game strong, so dw), rough sex, pet names (baby, minx, captain), cum on ass, almost getting caught in class, implied creampie later (on the pill)

beta reading: @littleoanh (thank you so so so much 💕)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

synopsis: you were in a bar, sitting with your best friend, talking about and reminiscing that summer fling or friends with benefits, if you will, which you hoped could have been something more.

a/n: welcome to kinktober 2022! this is very my very first try in working on this and i hope you all enjoy this <3 keep in mind that i may not post everyday because life happens, but i will complete them soon :D do fill my taglist and follow @shynahasabookshelf and turn on notifications to receive new updates on my fics. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, make sure to have ages on your bios. minors, ageless and blank blogs please dni, i will block you.

The bright lights of the bar caused your eyes to twinkle as you were in the most popular bar on campus with your friends, drinking away, enjoying the last couple of days of your summer vacation. The final year of grad school was waiting for you with bated breath and you were not wanting to think about that. Instead, you were sitting at the bar table with your best friend while your other friends were lost amongst the crowd on the dance floor.

“So, bestie,” your BFF calls out to you, and then whispers loudly enough for you to hear, “did you get laid throughout this summer?” You felt a sense of fluttering in your tummy as you heard the question. “Come on, now… tell me, pleaseeeee?”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you calm her down and tell her, “yes. I did.” She widens her eyes at you. “Wait, really? For how long?” You winked at her and smirked, responding, “All throughout the summer,” causing her to open her mouth wide in shock. “OH MY GOD!” She screams as you try to shush her to avoid embarrassment.

“Spill the tea, sis! Come on, you got more action than me, and didn’t even tell me about it!” Chuckling, you responded, “Well, it was a FWB. What do you want me to do, go around and spread the word?” Both of you giggle as she asks, “Seriously though, tell me!” You nod and then continue, “Well, remember the time you had to leave for your internship and there was this summer class I had to take ‘cause I needed to work on my research otherwise? It happened then….”

As soon as you entered the classroom, you noticed the seats were almost all occupied except for one. As you walked to the empty seat, your eyes fell on the guy that sat beside you. He had short, straight black hair that was styled in an undercut curtain, narrow and seemingly intimidating dull gray eyes with dark circles under them, and a deceptively youthful face. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black pants with white stripes, which casually showed off his well-developed physique and muscles, but he gave a deadpan look at the board while flicking a pen where the professor was writing the notes. His face seemed extremely calm. One could never guess what he was truly thinking.

As you collected yourself, quickly sat down, and nodded at this guy that caught your gaze. Thankfully, he nodded in return, from his peripheral vision, he took notice of you. You seemed excited for something, as you took out your notes, your laptop and your stationery as you were starting to pay attention to the lecture. His gaze lingered on how you tucked the stray locks of your hair behind your ear and how you straighten your glasses. Suddenly, you turned to his direction as the professor called out his name, “Levi, Levi, Levi!” He snapped out of his reverie as he turned to Professor Erwin Smith who was asking him something. Fortunately enough, Levi was able to answer correctly, surprising you. You, on the other hand, didn’t really surprise him when you were able to answer the questions addressed to you, however, he was taken aback by how chatty you seemed, yet you knew when to keep to yourself.

As class got over, you started packing your bag when you heard someone clearing your throat beside you. You turn to see that it was the good looking man. “Are we going to keep stealing glances like this, or are we finally going to introduce ourselves?” Chuckling, you respond, “Ah, I like that you’ve taken interest in me. Anyway,” you put your hand before him and introduce yourself. He then shakes your hand with his, giving a firm grip, responding in a way that catches your ears, “Your name is interesting. I hope I get to see you around more. I am Levi, by the way. Just Levi.”

“Just Levi, you say?” You raise an eyebrow, and continue, “It’s a pretty common name, you know? There are probably millions that have the same name as you.” With that, he smirks, and responds, “But there’s only one me. Why don’t you come to the summer party tonight at the club downtown to see?” You throw in a half-smirk his way and respond, “Well, you put in an offer I couldn’t just refuse, could I?”

That very same night, you walked into the club in a silver shimmery dress that went up to your knees and showed all of the curves well. You’d gotten your hair styled and were excited about the first night of the summer classes as your hips swayed to the music while drinking your favorite cocktail, a strawberry daiquiri. As your eyes turned to the end of the bar table, you saw the Levi that met you in the morning but he was dressed very differently. He wore a light blue t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket and black jeans. He had the similar expression you saw at the beginning of the class but his gaze softened as it met yours, prompting him to smile.

Levi then approached you oh so confidently with a glass of whiskey in his hand and spoke, “Fancy seeing you here.” You chuckled and responded, “Oh, so you didn’t think I’d show up, huh?” With a half-smirk, he retorted, “You seem to be a little miss goody-two-shoes for me to expect you here.”

You were not sure whether you should be surprised, offended or flattered by his choice of words, so you threw in a half-smirk, scoffed a bit while running your index finger along the rim of your glass so as to draw his gaze on to the drink, and retorted, “Well, as you can see by the drink that I’m holding, that I’m not. I like to party, I just don’t do it often.” Puckering his lips, he responds, “Why? Boyfriend troubles?” Swatting your hand in the air, you shook your head in disappointment, “And here I thought that you thought of me to be goody-two-shoes! It could be possible that I don’t want anything to get in the way of my research? Also, didn’t you mean ex-boyfriend troubles?”

Levi responded, “Ah, so you’re a research scholar I see, I am impressed!” Then he briefly lowered his head in embarrassment, “Oh, my bad. I’m sorry. When did that happen?” Pondering, you answered, “A couple of days before the spring finals. He started dating a girl through Tinder while keeping me in the loop. I slapped him when I found out.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Really? Tch, men these days. Well, that’s a shame. That fucker doesn’t know that he’s let go of something precious. I’m glad that you slapped him.” Your gaze then fixates on the man in front of you, “You think so?”

He then comes closer to you, his face being inches away from yours, you could somewhat smell the whiskey off of him but you didn’t mind a bit. He curtly responded, with a sense of charm in his voice, “I don’t like to waste time by lying about what I think, (y/n).” He then placed a stray lock of your hair that fell out again behind your ear. “You’re hot, you’re smart, you’re confident in your own skin. I like that.” You then move back with your hand on your chest, taking on a snarky tone, “Why thank you. I can say that you’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Levi No-Last-Name. After all, I see your groupies waiting for you.” “Tch,” he clicked his tongue again. “I find them annoying.” You scoffed, “Sure you do. You like the attention though, don't you?” Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Ooh you’re fiesty, I like that. Perhaps, we can come up with an agreement on something that would help us.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Okay? What do you suggest?” A knowing smile appears on his face, as he continues, “Well, with you getting away from your ex-boyfriend and focusing on your research, and me wanting to avoid those flies, how about we have a thing. You and me, for the summer. It’ll just be a FWB thing though. I don’t have to come in your way, and vice-versa.” This time, you’re the one to raise your eyebrows, “Oh? You think that in just one meeting, I’d agree to your proposition? We’re not friends, yet.” You then get up from your seat and stand in front of him, and subtly notice the height difference between you two. Scoffing, you continue, “How about we try it out tonight in that case?”

Taken aback by your forthrightedness, he inquires, “So you agree that you sense something between us?” With your lips now dangerously close to his cheek, you smile and whisper, “I’d say that there’s more than what we can sense but we’ll never know until we try, Captain,” teasing him with the nickname that he usually goes by from what you heard. It’s as if he felt shivers down his spine when he heard you, causing him to respond curtly, “What did you say?” Not sure if he heard it or not, you respond again, in a sultry manner this time. “Captain?”

Not sure if the whiskey overtook him, he softly drags his hand towards the small of your back and presses you closer to him, without uttering a word. He then drags his fingers to your shoulder, causing you to shiver with his every touch. He then slowly caresses your arm all the way to your hand, as he turns around and tangles his fingers with yours, gently leading you outside of the club. “Okay, umm,” he breaks the silence, “your place or mine?” A smile appears on your face, as you bring yourself to whisper in his ear, “Mine, please. I want to be comfortable first.” He turns his head to you, nods, then turns back, and responds softly enough for you to hear, “Of course. It’s the first priority.”

No sooner had you two reached your place, than you were glad that you were living in a single room apartment by yourself. As he approached you, his lips landed on yours, just like how you were desiring. “Fuck, your lips…” he cried out as he started to explore your lips with his while you two cupped each other's cheeks. You softly inquire, “Your hair…can I touch it?” and was met with a silent hum as you two ranked nails through each other's hair.

To you, his lips felt cold and touch-starved, but tasted smooth, just like the whiskey. To him, your lips tasted like strawberries on a summer evening, like the daiquiri you drank. Lost in each other, you enter your home as you lock the main door. Both of you then dash toward the bedroom, jump on the bed, kissing hard, sucking on each other's bottom lip and swirling your tongues around each other, until he stopped you, and he purred, “Before we continue, I want to let you know that I may not be gentle, I may be rough, but I assure you that I'll take care of you. Do you still want me to keep going?”

You nod, panting, “Yes, Levi, please don’t stop.” He chuckles and responds, “I will not continue until you call me what you called me at the club.” You pant, holding him, “Please don’t stop, captain.”

Giving him permission to continue, you started taking notice of every movement of his. In what felt like literal minutes or even seconds, both of your clothes were off each other and strewn all over the place. In the midst of it all, while your lips were glued to each other, you were carefully inspecting every inch of his incredible physique with your fingers, as you released yourself from the kiss, causing you to be in awe of him.

With your consent, he roughly unhooked your bra, and discarded it on the ground with your breasts on display. “I was right,” Levi muttered when he roughly cupped both of your mounds and fondled them, his thumbs flicking your nipples, causing your pussy to throb, and you tilted your head backward, biting your lip. He increases the pace of his flicking, causing you to whimper further, and grind slowly on him.

“(Y/N), you’re beautiful,” Levi rasps in awe, causing you to blush and look the other way, the incandescent light of the moon shining on your face. He didn’t seem to be one to mince words or lie about your looks, so this meant a lot to you somehow.

In one sweep, he picks you by your butt, with you wrapping your legs around his waist, and him placing you on the bed, with your head on the pillow. He teases while splaying one of his hands over your tummy as he sees you, “I am so glad that you kept it clean down there. Besides, seems to me like you’ve been waiting for it for a long time.” He examines your body as your wetness was a full-on display for his ravenous eyes while licking his lips.

Without telling you anything, his fingers start to explore every part of you, the wetness, the clit, the folds, every single touch was sending you into a frenzy. He starts rubbing your clit in a clockwise motion. Closing your eyes harder, you whimper while you’re arching your head up, crying out his name and whimpering, “Captain, feels so nice…”

There was an exchange of intense eye contact, moans, and groans going on as he kept stroking your clit, increasing the pace and intensity. Your voices were reverberating in the air in the room. As you were breathing heavily and trembling, he kept calming you saying, “it’s okay, I got you.” With your wetness as lube, he roughly inserted one of his slender fingers into your pussy, the slightest movement causing you to arch your back and mewl louder.

“Oh, shit you’re tight,” Levi cried, “Damn this pussy. That asshole doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” while pushing the finger in and out slowly, stimulating you in a way you’d never felt before. You then cry, “please go faster,” while biting back a moan, to which he replies, “with pleasure, baby,” as he increases his pace. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you moan,” he says as you move your hips along the fingering movement, continuing to moan, and he then inserts another finger and commands, “Spread your legs for me.”

As an act of obedience, you spread your legs, showing him with great detail how it looked. He first kisses your clit, still maintaining eye contact with you, but you break it to close your eyes and be lost in the pleasure. As he kisses your clit, he sucks on your folds roughly, while fucking you with two fingers. Your hands were fisting on the sheets, and you couldn’t hold back your screams as he was doing it so well. As he kept doing it roughly, a coil was slowly building up within you, eventually causing you to see stars as he took out his fingers and fully eat you out with his hands on your thighs until you yell, “Levi, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ngh-” your legs start to tremble as the coil snaps.

He holds you steady with his hands, causing you to have your first orgasm of the night and him to slurp in your essence. He then kisses your sensitive pussy, gets up, sucks on his fingers to taste your slick, towers over you, with his tummy pressed against yours as he kisses you fervently, both of you get to taste how you tasted. All of this happened so soon, that you couldn’t register when he put you on his lap, again, urging you to go down on him. You were shocked to see his girthy cock slap against the abdomen. Who knew that someone who was shorter than you was more than making up for it in the package department.

Your hands stroke him, causing him to lean his head back against the headboard, and close his eyes. He then starts to feel your lips wrap around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, just your tongue swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. He tilts his head in your direction and his gaze fixates on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slides all the way down to the base of his dick. You then start sucking him hard, enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.

Levi’s eyes rolled back as he closed his eyelids, his face flushed with delight. You move your lips up and down, back and forth, pushed against his firm length. “Shit,” he whimpers, calling out your name, “Don’t milk me just yet.” With a smirk on your face, you take one of his hands, run the fingers through your hair, and ask him to guide you. Levi then thrusts harder into your mouth, not wanting to actually harm you because he didn't want to overwhelm you, but you nod, allowing him.

Only your low-sucking sounds could be heard as you continued to bob your head and groaned once or twice more, as he fucked your face. He breathed your name, writhing into your mouth. He also notices that your hands are caressing his balls. You slide off his dick and spend some time licking and sucking his balls, making him grunt, as one of your hands rubs your clit.

“I want you to be on all fours, baby,” he rasped, getting you out of your reverie, and you looked at him in confusion. “On all fours, I’ll not repeat it again,” he commanded as you nodded, climbing on the bed and turning around with your ass on display. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, not uttering a single word. He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much.

“Crap, baby, how are you taking me in so well?” He says as he keeps thrusting himself into you. His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, as you were fucked into oblivion. As soon as you paused to rest your head on the pillows, he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pulled it back, while reaching out your breasts with the other and holding them to pull you closer, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

He was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. Your legs were shaking from the building up of another orgasm when he leans over you, turns your face such that it’s inches away from his face and then places a kiss on your lips. “You're pretty when you cum,” he smiles, pressing your face to the pillow, “I want you to not hold back and keep moaning,” he murmurs, starting to push his hips against yours again.

As he teases your sensitive spot, the knot in your stomach begins to loosen again, your velvety pussy stretching under his thrusts even though you can't take it all in. “I'm close, I can’t take it anymore,” you warn him. He fake pouts, “But we're just getting started,” then smirks, moving his calloused thumb over your puffy nub.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he says, his balls slamming into your ass and lewd sounds come out of your pussy as his shaft fucks you rhythmically. Your cunt spasms around his girth as if to push him off and when you come Levi pulls out. You squirt on him, squealing his name and shaking.

His thumb doesn't stop moving in circles over your sensitive bud, “There it is,” he murmurs, working his cock back into your hole, “you did so well,” he praises you, beginning to thrust frantically for his release now. He then says, “I’m going to cum on your ass now. I love the way it looks, and it would look better with my essence all over it,” as he felt his release approaching, following which he pulled out, and sprayed his essence all over your derriere.

Panting heavily, the both of you lie down on your bed and snuggle with each other. “Okay that was FUCKING good” you broke the silence, as he chuckles. You look at him, and ask, “Is that why you’re popular amongst the girls? ‘Cause you make them feel amazing in bed?” He scoffs, responding, “They say that, but they don’t realize that sex is a two-way street. They’re supposed to make me feel good too, but they fail to do so, until just now. ‘Cause you,” he then kisses you, “you’re a minx, you know that?” You wink at him, saying, “I seem to be learning from the best,” as you both decide to go at it again, lasting all night.

This went on for days and weeks on end. Sex with Levi was always on a whole another level. Your ex-boyfriend could never match up to how good Levi was. Both of you never told each other, but ever since you two started sleeping with each other, you two never bothered sleeping with other people. You would even take risks in the university, with him devouring your pussy one day during class, urging you to pay attention in class, and were only allowed to cum once the professor left. You were overstimulated during class but couldn’t say anything.

Once class was over, he felt a gushing liquid coming out of you, as both of you chased your release. When you got over your embarrassment after frantically cleaning up, you asked him, “Why were you eating me out during class? You know that you’re more than capable of making me do that anywhere.” He laughed sadistically, “Because you got me addicted to you, baby.” Shaking your head in disapproval you scoffed, “Oh, please. Remind me to give you an amazing blowjob during class next time. I will overstim you so hard that you’ll see stars.” He then grins at you and says, “Try me.”

Your summer tryst didn’t just get you two physically close, during this time, you were beginning to get bare with each other emotionally, blurring the lines between you two in every way. You learned that his full name was Levi Ackerman, the nephew of Kenny Ackerman the trustee, the son of Kuchel Ackerman, the popular actress who died in a car accident and is related to Mikasa Ackerman, a champion in sparring. He confessed that he was not fond of his last name, so he dropped it whenever he was introducing himself in public.

In return, you told him about your problems, and he was more than patient to listen to you rant about your research not going well. You two would cook meals and drink tea together and before you know it, both of you seemed to be falling for each other. Until one day, Levi knocked furiously on your door, with you wondering what was going on. However, you were then met with a scowl from him, who had a phone in his hand with his Twitter page blowing up.

“What is this?” He curtly answers in a soft voice, showing you that your classmates were freaking out about Levi’s surname. Now, to some it may not be a big deal, but it was to him, you were aware. However, you were not the one to do this. You’d never hurt him on purpose. “Levi, how did this happen? I swear this is not my doing…” He entered your house with his eyebrows being furrowed further. “Explain this to me then, why this was done from your phone?” Fear gripped you, as you checked your phone, realizing that you were hacked. You didn’t know who did this or why would someone target you, but this wasn’t right. “Levi, I really did not do this. I was—” He flashed his palm so as to stop you from talking, just saying, “Save it. This, whatever we were having, it’s over,” and he left, leaving you alone.

The last few days of the summer went by, with you focusing more so on your research than anything else. However, something felt different. There was something you felt was missing, or rather a certain someone …

Your best friend then widens her eyes in shock. “Omg you were with THE LEVI?! The sex god?!” She exclaimed, “Wasn’t his last name was a mystery until recently?”

Your facial expression then turns sorrowful. “Yeah, but that was not my fault though. Apparently my ex saw me fucking him in university and he got so jealous that he hacked into my phone and spread the information. He being a comp sci student, I should have seen it coming! We argued and we stopped talking ever since.” You were upset about all that happened, but you couldn’t stay upset. After all, it was just supposed to be a friends-with-benefits arrangement, right?

“Did I mess it up, real bad?” You softly asked your best friend, without realizing that Levi had walked up to you and stood behind you, surprising you with a, “Why don’t you tell me what happened next?” You flinch and turn to see Levi standing in front of you, looking at you guiltily. He briefly lowers his head. “I…I owe you an apology.” You stand in front of him, still hurt, but wanting him even more as you felt your heart race. “I later learned what actually happened and set him straight but could never bring myself to apologize to you until today. Would you be able to forgive me, and can we try this again?”

You stood there, stopping yourself from kissing him, retorting, “I don’t know, it did hurt, y’know…” He then cups your cheek with one hand, brings you closer and kisses you, ignoring your shocked best friend in the background. “How about now?” You throw in a half-smirk and whisper, “Only if you do that again with you cumming in me, as I’m on the pill.” As he widened his eyes, not a single word was exchanged as he held your hand and dragged you out of the club. Surely he didn’t want to miss the chance of getting washed away in you, ever again.

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Peace (Zeke x afab reader)

Summary: You're a successful athlete and life is good, but your career is not what brings you true peace. Your boyfriend likes to remind you.

cw. Afab genitalia mention, praise and degradation, choking, blood, squirting, dirty talk, rough sex, breeding mention, dubcon because wine, knife and carving mention, maybe don't read if you disassociate easily? Idk but reader almost yeets unconscious here

"All the cheers to you, love." Zeke sang happily while clinking your glasses together, the soft breeze of icy evening air blowing cherubic hair out of his face. He was overreacting, like the dork he always has been, and probably got more excited over you winning your tournaments, than you. It's been around six months since you got into a relationship with him, and Zeke's every word leaked the adoration he caught inside his heart, big as ever with a special weakness meant for you, and you alone. Even though you didn't consider yourself a possessive person, Zeke made it hard to not crave for you to claim him, get him on his knees in every philosophical, physical and metaphorical aspect. Hunger navigated his teasing nature whenever you reminded him of it, that he belongs to you.

That you belong to him. That you never wanted it to be different, ever again.

"It wasn't even that great of a win, I barely won. Have you seen how much I was sweating? Shouldn't have been. I'm ashamed I even had to put so much effort into it," You mumbled with knitted brows, watching your boyfriend gently swing the wine inside his glass. Zeke rolled his eyes as he listened to your venting. "The most important thing is that you did win, in the end. And that I'm proud of you, that's what matters."

He gulped down his red wine greedily, little drops sloping into the fabric of his pullover. Zeke still managed to look elegant, you wondered how that was possible everyday, with that monkey of a man.

Then, he rolled up his sleeves carefully, eyeing your lips. "Aside from that.. The concentration in your face was pretty sexy. Your expression looked delicious."

You were so taken aback that you failed to notice how he towered over your sitting silhouette, suddenly a lot less goofy and a lot more intimidating. Instead of the usual smug grin, he gifted you shivers, torturing your skin with excitement as radiant as the living room ceiling light. "Let me find out just how delicious you may be."

With that, he pulled you onto the couch, ignoring the shattering of your glass as it met the floor and setting his aside. Wooden parquet. You would kill him the next day.

The sensation of his tongue mixed with the strong taste of alcohol lowered your lids almost automatically, it was intoxicating in the most literal way. Addicted to his scent, you buried your nose in the crook of his neck, the need to calm down very apparent. You could already feel the heat pooling inside your abdomen, and you knew you'd be staining his pants with your juices if you didn't took a breath.

"I need you to let loose already," Zeke complained with a vocal sigh, it was clear that he grew sick and tired of your everlasting need to control yourself so you wouldn't spit the most obscene and disgusting dirty talk. It embarrassed you. Once you got rolling it was impossible to stop, with the way he always pleased you. Skilled, long fingers. As per usual, the first noise you failed to control dominated the silence of the apartment only as he made use of them, pressing and digging into your soft skin all pliable like you were nothing but a doll. Zeke simply traced his fingertips over your belly, and yet it felt like he was burning you up with need and desire, scratching possessively over the skin of your hipbones. You're sure he would cut his initials into your skin if you just allowed it, that was how much he lusted after you.

"Why do you love hurting me so much, Sir? You want me for yourself so bad. Do you want me to bring you a knife so you can slash it into my skin?"

You hadn't planned for your thoughts to escape your mind, you swear. Zeke's following gasp and tightening grip made your bones feel like pudding, "Yes, Yes, Yes."

You would not have hesitated to do so if he didn't embrace you sensually, occasionally rubbing the tip of his big nose over your throbbing clit and you could feel yourself leaking, running down your ass crack. "I bet you're dying to lap up both our cum after you filled me up. Isn't it funny how now one will ever find out how much of a breeding bitch you're turning me into? No matter how many tournaments I win,"

You knew you were testing his patience, but Zeke surprised you today. With a rich laugh he pulled your folds apart, stretching your hole ever so slightly, looking well entertained. Other than that, he kept his intentions dubious, until you felt his index finger intruding your ass. The shame of it all, your boyfriend very thoroughly examining your warm, squishy guts with his skilled hands, eager tongue sucking you off as he freed his moans, finding genuine enjoyment in practically getting you heart eyes. The depth of his voice compared to the great pits of the deep sea, the rough vocal encouragement alone was enough to soften your knees. At that very point, you couldn't deny your own body any longer, legs continuing to spread in a hearty welcome. Giggles squished themselves in between your moans as his beard tickled you unwillingly, yet finding himself too lost in eating you out to actually care.

You did not have it in you to ask for his cock, far too fucked out in exhaustion from barely any action, even though you knew you needed it. The image of your boyfriend's drooling dick, straining his pants heavily as he blessed you with the warm walls of his mouth brought you to a mental collapse and you caught yourself loving every second of it. Being fucked thought-empty by Zeke was an experience everyone else was missing out on, you couldn't believe how lucky you were with that blonde, scratchy beard and cozy sweater wearing Gremlin.

You wanted him to make you regret the seduction, all of it, you would be perfectly fine with him breaking both of your legs so you would stay in bed for months for him to plunge his cum inside you over and over again. Only on your deathbed would you give up on the pure satisfaction, exquisite in it's state rotten by lust and a mind willing to be broken.

As if on command, or maybe it was your hips pushing up eagerly to meet his tongue, Zeke turned you around like a toy that weighs nothing, leaving you empty for not too long. You would have liked to see his face, but the humiliation of the position satisfied something very deeply within you. It made you feel like a cheap hooker, the way he positioned himself in front of your creamy hole as he held your legs up. You were purely allowed to balance your weight with your arms, perhaps out of pity. More likely just to see you struggle. "Oh my God," he laughed, slapping your clit in fascination of the wet sound. "Getting this messy with you has always been an honor to me, you know," he whispered into your hair whilst inhaling the grapefruit shampoo you've used earlier that day, bent over your flushed limbs. The heat of his breath on your ears felt enticing. His cock was inside of you entirely before you even registered it.

"Maybe I'll make you lick up the mess this time, bet the poor couch will be sad if you drown it like a starving cockwhore."

Zeke put on a pout for good measure as he spoke, that bastard, meaning to actually sound sad as he was fucking you. Internally, you cursed yourself for liking the concept of his words, trying so very hard not to start begging. Instead, you gifted him a bratty snort, and your boyfriend's rough treatment made you feel like he was destroying you from the inside, gooey and bloody all over. At one point, you even lowered your head to check if there was blood on his cock. You were surprised to see none with how he penetrated you so sinful it almost felt like a confessional.

"That's okay. If you don't feel like cleaning the couch, how about the ground I walk on?" Zeke teased, a little out of breath, and you never heard a better idea of his. "If you keep fucking me like this you can scrape my guts off the ground you walk on," you croaked out, it was ecstatic. You knew how much he liked it when you talked back.

"Odd way of asking me to fuck you harder, but I'll accept it."

Little white dots filled your vision without remorse, now you were sure the sticky leaking out wasn't only your wetness. You knew your boyfriend liked to have his way with you nice and merciless, but you didn't expect to be on the verge of losing the willpower in invitation of staying awake. No matter how hard you tried to lift yourself up, your consciousness was slipping right through your grip with Zeke's tightly controlling your oxygen intake, cruelly mounting you, dominating you. True peace, that's what it felt like if you had to describe it, being at a loss of control over your own life and wavering state, leaving it all in the loving hands of your sweet divine other half. The orgasm hit you like a shock wave, squirting all over his cock in a messy, intense stream.

Sorry for the delay! I'll post more regularly, promise 💌

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arminsumi · 1 year

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I love your blog sm<3

convincing armin to stay in bed by teasing him with kisses and risky touches before he finally flips you over

And i love u! 💕🥺ty darlin hope u enjoy

"Don't tease me."

Oneshot | MDNI | Armin | ♪

⚠️Cws; fluffy but mostly spicy SMUT, not proofread yet bc proofreading my own smut is embarrassing lmao

Notes; AFAB!gn!reader, college au

⚠️💦Smut cws; pn 'baby', teasing, lowkey thigh riding, lowkey daddy kink, 🐶position, unprotected sex, cumshot, multiple orgasms, a singular and very gentle spank your honor

"Just a little nap, c'mon!" You plead with him. He gives in really quickly when he sees you sitting pretty on his bed like that. "Okay, okay, but only for thirty minutes. Then I've got to study." Armin said firmly.

His self-restraint is insane. He really does mean 'only thirty minutes'; after the time's up, he sits up and is just about to get off the bed when you grab his arm and whine to him. "That was so short! C'mon, just a little longer?"

"Mm-mm." he hums negatively. You give him those pleading eyes, and then he gives in again. "Okay, okay. Five more minutes. Ah, don't you give me those eyes, baby." he sighs with his whole chest.

You look too sweet for him to refuse. He agrees to thirty more minutes.

He indulges in your needy kisses, keeping his eyes closed serenely. His lips are unbelievably soft, and they always get hot and wet when you kiss him so needily, he loves it.

Armin can tell how frustrated you are by how tightly you press your body against his. You draw patterns on his shirt, feeling over the dips and curves of his abdomen.

Armin doesn't tolerate teasing, so the second he feels your fingertips sneak underneath the hem of his shirt, he calls you out immediately.

"Hey, don't tease." He warns playfully.

You stop your movements, pouting into his neck. He hears you mutter a small 'sorry, daddy' against his skin. It drives him wild but he doesn't show it.

After a few minutes of innocent snuggling, you wrap your leg over his leg, and press tight against him. You think you can get away with rocking your hips against his thigh by playing it off as readjusting your position.

Nothing slips past Armin, though. He catches onto your plans immediately.

"Nuh-uh, what did I just tell you? Behave, baby." He furrows his brows at you. Damn, boy is hot even when he's serious.

"I'm not doing anything..." You murmur, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up slightly to expose his hips, and that subtle happy trail that lead past the waistband of his sweatpants.

The light touches are giving him wild fantasies, but he resists them. He's got to study, he keeps telling himself that. And 'quickie' doesn't exist in his vocabulary.

"You keep teasing me like that and let's see where it gets you." He warns.

All his other warnings have a playful tone, but this one doesn't; it's like the final warning, telling you that he's gonna reach breaking point. His cock is already straining against his sweatpants, but he positions his legs to try and hide it from you.

Of course, you don't stop teasing him, and let your hands glide under his waistband. You can hear his breath hitch, and a sharp swallow.

He calls your name as a final final warning.

When you feel over his stiff cock, he lets out a sigh and gives in. There's no way he can restrain himself when you do that.

"You're so fucking needy, baby. If you wanna touch it so badly, go ahead; make me feel good and I'll make you feel good." He says in a low voice to you.

He frees his cock and guides your hand, letting you wrap your fist around it. He's dripping so much precum that you giggle about it.

You tease him even worse and give him agonizingly slow strokes.

"Faster." He demands. He even pleads at some point. But you're playing stubborn, so he decides to take matters into his own hands.

He pulls your hand off and in a moment flips you over onto your tummy as if you weigh nothing. You forget how strong he is until times like these.

"You know I hate teasing." He growls into your ear, pressing his hips flush against your ass. You can feel him throb. "I'm sorry." You respond cheekily. He rolls his eyes and plants a gentle smack to your ass, then wrings your pants and panties off.

It doesn't take long before he's pressing deep inside you. He has to smile to himself when he hears you moan. "You're real sensitive today, huh? Lemme help you out." he says, and his hand dips between your thighs so he can play with your clit.

Armin doesn't hold back or let up; he gives you those mind-bouncing deep strokes and makes you gush like a damn fountain. He'd never embarrass you and tell you that you're creaming all over him, but the sight makes him groan.

If only you could see how his chest heaves while he takes you from behind. His bangs stick to his sweaty forehead. His eyes are darkened with lust. He almost looks feral, and it feels like it to with the tempo of his animalistic thrusts.

"So pretty like this, baby, 'wish you could see the view." He smirks. You're barely able to form a sentence, hell you can barely hold tight on the bedframe with how he's fucking you.

Pretty soon that bedframe is knocking hard against the wall with each harsh thrust. Armin doesn't let you get off the hook easy, he makes you finish on him over and over until you're a total mess. But he thinks you're pretty even when you're babbling obscenities and moaning daddy.

He always pulls out and announces in your ear that he's gonna cum for you. It smells like sex. You feel him making a creamy mess with his cum all over your pussy. It spills on the bed, drips down your thighs, like, sex is really really messy with Armin.

Maybe two hours later, that's when his stamina runs out, and he collapses. He's made an absolute sweaty panting mess out of the both of you.

"Such a damn tease. I love you."

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kristvns · 2 years

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆; 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄! 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒; 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑 ! & 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑 repost / reblog’s are helpful. ( unedited ! ) 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 — 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗋 <𝟥

⤷ 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄. 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋

𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝟫;𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗆 !

( ⌗ ••• ──── ➤ 𝟑 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒... it's been 3 weeks since you last saw Eren. Lately, he's been getting performances throughout the world. Eren wasn't just any random local anymore. Now, he was on big tours, grew on social media, and even started getting on a few vogue magazines. You loved him. And you loved watching him grow. Unfortunately, It's been 5 days since you last saw him or at least hear his voice. Usually, Eren would never miss an hour without calling, sending you corny ass memes he found on tik tok, or maybe just even a simple text. But sadly, that one hour turned into 2. Then that 2 turned into a full day. And now that full day turned into 5 days.

You sat on your couch as you started to wonder if he was okay. But it wasn't until you turned on your tv that you noticed Eren was doing way better than just a simple okay. "Eren Yeager has yet again done an awesome performance tonight!" One of the news reporters said standing in front of what seemed to be outside a performance center "Exactly, the young 23-year-old band singer who is more commonly known as Eren Yeager has done yet another awesome performance. He performed one of his best hit songs that were released yesterday night called ‘Apocalypse’ which is now peaking at number 3 on the billboard with a few of his other songs following behind" Another news reporter states.

The news station changed screens as it shows a clip of Eren and his fellow band members behind him on stage in front of what looked like thousands and thousands of people. He looked happy as he swung the mic as sang the song with the crowd screaming and singing along as well. "And if that wonderful performance wasn't enough for you Eren was swarmed by paparazzi a few hours after the performance. A few of TMZ newscasters also had a few questions for Mr. Yeager himself." The newscaster added as the screen flipped to a video which appeared Eren trying to walk to his personal cab as a few big bodyguards following behind.

“Eren, how do you feel that now that songs you even created years ago are now peaking on the billboard” one tmz member ask shoving his mic in Erens face. “Mr. Yeager, do you eventually plan on working with more hit magazines or possibly any more companies? We’ll love to see more of you!” one said following next to eren with the mic coming from his mouth to Eren’s. “Yeah, actually I do — there’s a view photo shoot coming up with Me and Calvin Klein I can’t wait,” Eren replied with a small laugh leaving his lips. "Eren, we watched as you performed one of the best performances there is tonight, And it seems as if they are just more than lyrics are these lyrics for anyone special?" A tmz worker asked which caused Eren to smirk. "Of course. My one and only girlfriend" Eren to the camera and news reporter before walking into the big body bulletproof SUV.

When those words fell out of his mouth they caused the paparazzi to go Bezerk which led to them asking questions like "Who's this mystery girlfriend of yours" & "Do you think the fans will ever get to meet her" all those questions went unanswered as the bodyguards pushed away the paparazzi so they can close the car door. "And there you have it, folks. Eren Yeager is currently dating somebody let's all hope for the best of their relationship." The news reporter said as she changed the subject to the weather. You turned down the tv as you sat on the couch in silence wondering what was next. You and Eren had planned to keep the relationship low-key. Not that you were waiting since you wanted to bring up the topic for a while. But now that it's out will his thirsty ass fans start to hate you?

All those thoughts came to a drought when you heard the sound of the front door doorknob rattle in place. The noise caused you to turn your head as you watched the front door open revealing your one and only boyfriend. You watched as his presence fully came into the house causing you to jump off the couch. "Oh my gosh! 'Ren I've missed you so much!" You said in a cheerful tone as you pulled him in a hug. Eren smiled as he placed down his bags and embraced your torso just slightly picking you up. "I've missed you just as much. Gosh, I swear those 5 days without you were like a living hell." Eren replied as he kissed your forehead. "I almost thought you forgot about me," you said back your head up in a pout.

"I know, and I'm so sorry it's just — my managers and stuff didn't let me catch a break. Paparazzi is now following me everywhere I go and let me not get started on people wanting me to schedule appointments getting on their talk shows it's just so fuckin—"

"'Ren calm down. m' not mad just next time text me when you get the chance, okay?" you said cutting him off with a smile plastered on your face. "Anything for my pretty girl," Eren said flashing one of his infamous smirks. Before he could get that chance to kiss you again you froze when you remembered a promise he made you just before he left. "Wait. You promised me you'll watch another movie with me when you’d get back." You replied causing Eren to sigh.

"Fine. We’ll watch a movie, but — I'm picking" Eren said before walking away into the kitchen. "What? No 'ren you have horrible taste in picking movies. s'not happening again!"

"no."

"Omg please ren, Just this once I promise next time you can pick," you said batting those pretty eyelashes that always seem to affect him. "Ugh. Fine. Let me just hop in the shower real quick, start setting the movie up while I'm at it" Eren replied as he placed a kiss on your forehead heading upstairs.

( 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ! ──── )

"Hmm, are you feeling horror movies or rom-com?" You asked Eren as he sat beside you on the bed. Eren shrugged his shoulders before laying his head on your shoulder. "rom-com it is" you said as you pressed play on the tv remote. "This better not be a cringy ass movie.." Eren said in a hushed toned grabbing and throwing popcorn into his mouth.

30 minutes went by and unfortunately for Eren, he got bored. He desperately sighed anytime he noticed you were paying more attention to the movie than him. He hated the way you fan girl anytime the main couple kissed. Eren grew jealous. Even if it's over something so little, he's finally back after 5 days and this is what he gets? If it's karma then it's definitely a bitch.

Eren started to take measures into his own hands. He started rubbing circles in your thighs. When he notice you still not paying attention his lips turned into a pout. "why aren't ya' paying attention to me?"

Eren asked causing you to turn your head "'ren, the movie is still playing.." you replied as Eren started to kiss your collar bone. "the movie can fuckin' wait," Eren replied as he pulled you in a kiss.

" 's time for you to pay attention to your boyfriend now" The movie was long forgotten when Eren pulled you onto his lap.

He pulled you into another deep but passionate kiss. It was slightly aggressive as well. This kiss was different from the others though. It was filled with lust and dominance, Almost as of Eren was craving this for the longest.

Eren tapped your legs a few times causing you to open them. "that's it, that's my girl." Eren chuckled before he started to kiss your jawline. "Mmmm, rennnn..." you said in a slight moan as you slowly grinded against his dick that started to harden under his pajama pants. "I've been thinkin' bout you all day," Eren replied as he tugged the shirt you were wearing. "And when I finally get home to show my girl attention. She has some fuckin' nerve to not show me any attention." Eren said helping you pull up your shirt. "'ren..I'm sorry— can we just get over this and makeup?" you said holding back a moan as eren started to fondle your breast.

Eren sucked his teeth at you before unlatching your bra and throwing it somewhere across the bedroom. He started to fondle your breast a few times prior to grabbing and latching one of them in his mouth.

Eren swirled his tongue around your bud that started to harden as playing with the other one with his free hand. You on the other hand started to grind against eren even faster than before causing him to groan. Growing tired from eren ignoring the heat building between your legs, you've taken matter's into your own hand and grabbed Erens hand placing it just under your sweats hoping he'll get the memo to fix the problem he caused. Eren unlatched his tongue from around your breast and let out a faint snicker. "use your words, baby, tell me what you want.." you pushed your head down in Eren’s neck when you felt the loss of his touch.

"don't you hide that cute face from me, I wanna see all of you." Eren then on pulled you into another intense make-out session. He held his hands on your hips grinding your body against himself at his paste which was unbearably slow. Eren then pulled back with both of you in pants telling you to take your pants off. Unable to hear him from the intense make-out scene which left you in a haze caused him to repeat his words."You heard me. Take. It. Off." You heard the way Erens demeanor changed. Not wanting to cause any fuss for him

you threw your pants beside the bed. Just as those pants hit the floor eren pushed you down causing you to lay your back against the bed.

Eren grabbed your legs and placed them on either side of his head with one of his infamous cocky grins plastered on his face. Eren looked to the side seeing the anklet that was held on your lower left ankle, with both of your initials dangling from the fast movement. From these movements of Eren pulling you closer by your legs and him bending down to your throbbing cunt. You knew exactly how this was going to end.

"Move an fuckin' inch and you won't be coming tonight" Eren sternly said as he pulled down your damp panties. "didn't even get to taste you yet, and your this wet? Pathetic." Eren smirked as he placed them in his pocket. His tongue swiped against his lips,

Before he started to press small kisses on your inner thighs. You placed your hand and covered your mouth when felt his hot breath slip across your dripping cunt. A loud, filthy moan managed to escape your lips when you felt his tongue enter you. You gasped and looked slightly down to see the change in Erens jaw as his tongue worked against your soaking cunt. Your legs attempted to squeeze together as you felt the way arousal coursed through your body, but Erens hand was quick to place against your thighs to keep them apart while he thrust his tongue into you.

Lustful moans left your lips as eren went faster. The loud moans all went to a halt when Eren's he from your thigh when to your lips. "Suck on my fingers." Eren said as he shoved two of his long slender fingers through your lips causing you to gag away your moans. "fuck—eren. that feels so fuckin' good" you managed to say as left grumpy groans leave his mouth as he devoured you. You started to arch your back more as you felt your climax starting to approach. " 'rennn...mm—please don't stop," you said as you moaned around his fingers. Eren started to chuckle as he took his fingers out of your lips and inserted them in your swollen aching cunt. "shh, baby I got you. you're doing so well for me princess" Eren spoke while he moved his fingers and tongue inside your cunt at the same time.

Eren knew your body way more than you did. From the way, you fluster from any given touch from him. To the way, your body reacted anytime you were about to reach your climax. And this just turned him on more. He felt pride anytime this happened. Why? because it can only be caused by him. Nobody else can make you cum as quick and filthy as him. Eren felt your hands when you reached down and pulled his hair. "'rennnn... I'm bout to cum" you gasped as you bit back any moans. "Don't you dare hold back. I wanna hear you". Eren said with a groan, slightly vibrating against your cunt. Your hand on the back of his head pushed his face against your entrance even further almost suffocating him. Your body started to ache for a release.

Your moans started to stutter. Eren had a smug look as he noticed your high approaching more, as he kept his pace coherent as your back began arching. "fuck—yes. yes. yes, 'ren — right there—"

Your eyes rolled back in your head, and a very heavy moan left your lips as your legs started to shake, your body even started to tense as your back arched even higher than before in a sudden wave of pleasure that kept your mouth staying open quickly turning into your teeth pressing against your bottom lip, all while in a silent moan way after it hit you. Your grip on Erens hair tightened even more as he felt you clench more squirming with too much pleasure, with a loud obnoxious gasp you came again in an instant as your juices started to crash against Eren's tongue.

The senses you once felt just a moment ago went dull all while your lower body felt numb. Eren pulled away from your cunt as he pulled his fingers out along with it. He took those same fingers as he placed them in his mouth, licking them clean. "taste so fuckin' hood princess". Eren said as he got ahold of your legs. "Aw baby your legs are still trembling. Did it feel that good?" Eren said with that infamous smirk once again. Eren pulled you by your arms forward as he noticed a few tears in the brim of your eyes. "oh my god. was I too rough? I'm so. so sorry baby" Eren said as he kissed your cheeks.

A smirk went across your face as you shook your head. "Are you sure? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Eren replied as he started to inspect your body. "No 'renn, I promise I'm fine." You giggled as you kissed his lips. You find it pretty funny the way Eren's mood wood changes even though his demeanor was a whole 180 just minutes ago. "Then let me run you some bath water, then maybe we can finish watching that corny ass movie we were watching, yea?" Eren said rolling his eyes emphasizing the "maybe". Eren kissed your forehead once more before getting up and walking over to the shared bathroom connected to the bedroom.

After about 10 minutes eren came back into the bedroom and saw you resting. He walked over and picked you up bridal style before walking both you and him to the bathroom. The smell of vanilla and shea butter hit your nose as Eren placed you in the lukewarm bath water. The fuzz from the bubbles slowly covers from the chest down. You looked up and watched as Eren slipped out of his boxers before making his way behind you in the bathwater. For a moment it was just pure silence when Eren got in. The same thought was both lingering in your heads for the past 5 minutes. “what now?” you wanted to ask.

You would hate to be a buzz kill but you needed to know. Would this same process repeat itself? Eren leaving for a long time just to come back and apologize for his mistakes with sex. These very few questions left you wondering but they all came to a disruption when Eren managed to speak up. “I want you to come with me on tour,” Eren said in a monologue voice taking your interest. You turned your head looking behind you as you watched Eren speak with his head down. “I’m so sorry y/n, but I can’t. I can’t leave you like this anymore — those five days without you was torture for me and—”. “Eren, I would love to go besides, this is way better than watching you on a choppy ass tv screen,” you said in a giggle as you pulled him in a kiss.

After an hour have passed both you and eren were back laying on the sheets continuously watching the movie. Eren didn’t pay attention to the movie as he was scrolling through Twitter. It wasn’t the fangirls that private messaged him ever so often in his dm’s that caught his attention. But it was the trending hashtag #Eren&HisSecretGf that caused him to almost drop his phone. With discouragement, he clicked the hashtag as the light of his from changed from dark to light with thousands to possibly millions of photos of you and eren. There were photos of the two of you spotted in Public to pictures of you and eren that eren posted on his page a few years back.

He clicked one of the comment sections before joy was brought to his face. It was all filled with happiness as comments ranged from the way you and eren looked cute together as it slowly ranged talking about you. The fans and supporters loved you possibly even more than eren himself. The thought caused eren to let out a small chuckle as he looked to the side seeing you slowly drift your way to sleep. What’s a better way to end the day with eren pulling you into his arms before, taking a picture of both you and him watching a movie. Maybe this will confirm that the comments that were once rumors were actually true. Make sure to be prepared to be the next trending hot topic and couple across all platforms for the next couple of months.

( 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄. 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 )

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mimwritegyuu · 2 years

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☾☆☽══════ Introduction to the Crimson Playhouse. (Rules, Fandoms and Other)

When the night sky looks bright, it's because a beautiful story awaits you.

Good night and welcome to the Crimson Playhouse.

I will be your guide: Mimgyuu, "the Midnight Venus". She/they l 19 yo l I'm from Mexico, so English or Spanish is fine for me. MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, PLEASE. English is not my first language so if I make spelling mistakes, let me know so I can correct and improve my writing. I do mlm, wlw, and I will do pronouns as the request preferred, but I'm willing to rewrite and publish another post in other characteristics if asked.

Mostly I will use they/them pronouns, afab body, tall! reader, and poc.

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Write sc*t or vomit, watersports is fine to me. I do not write ag*play and each character sixteen or seventeen years of age and older (like Izuku Midoriya for example) WILL BE aged up at least to twenty years old. So I won't use images for them on my dividers. I do not write characters younger than the ages mentioned above (such as Gon or Killua, for example). Bestiality, c*nnib*lism, obscure subjects such as n*cr*philia is also a big no. Any other fetish can be suggested.

I do not share certain ideals that I will touch on in my writings as an activity outside of what is sexually consensual and previously established with the partner. Romanticizing aggressive behavior, abuse, and harmful activities is not a game. Hoping to reach only an adult audience, I hope the warnings I have already stated here will be shared and promoted by my followers or/and casual readers. Even so, at the end of each writing, if I consider it necessary, I will put some warning to keep moving the importance of combating toxic or risky traits.

"Have you heard that ominous rumor? When a witch or a wizard falls in love, they usually write about those who captivated they hearts, as this way them and their protectors do not forget the name of that person.

When the nights were still illuminated by the faint light of candles, only the moon and the stars accompanied the amorous encounters and the chats that lasted until one o'clock in the morning on the interior of the houses.

It was then when lying on the roofs, waiting for the love of their lives to pass by, were the witches and wizards: normal people, who at night turned into large black birds that stealthily prowled around the young man they fell in love with, doing all kinds of evil deeds, because this was their way of showing their love. They also wrote songs, poems and verses to dedicate to those they loved in order to fulfill their fantasies as they enjoyed sharing amorous and sensual desires shamelessly with others.

So dear witch, dear wizard, what shall we read? Tonight's story is yours to choose."

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idle-alena · 2 years

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Ch 3. A Day In The Life

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader Word count: 2.9 k Summary: First class with Erwin after a year. How much of it did you two remember? Warnings: Drinking and texting... in a google docs. (Also, don't go searching the link)

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Your hands weren't answering you, telling them to stop meant nothing, you were shaking, dubious of entering the classroom. Sweaty palms, toying with your shoes and looking down on your phone to watch the hour. How do I enter the classroom? Marco was already in there, you stayed outside with the excuse of waiting for Historia to return, but in reality you were just about to shit your pants completely. A crush that lasted a semester went completely unnoticed and erased by your memories, given there were more important affairs happening in your life at the moment, and you didn’t bothered to look the names of the professors you enrolled your classes in, you only took what fitted the hours you had free and rolled with it.

Technically I still have a whole minute to calm my nerves before entering the class, I can even take one more. You were chewing on the straw of your emptied iced coffee frantically, you practically chugged it down a couple minutes before and now the trash was helping as an anti-stress gadget. Last year’s semester was something else, you were oozing with nerve and attitude, snarky and sarcastic remarks, bordering on impertinence and insolence. You weren’t exactly sure if Erwin was flirting with you, all of his compliments were firmly based around your work, and yet you felt like it meant more. Or at least you wanted to mean them more than just praise from a teacher.

Will he remember me? You adjusted your dress, walking towards the trash can to finally let go of the cup, your hands were sweatier than before and your toes were numb, and so you took a few jumps to revive them. As you turned around, you saw people rushing through the hall, trying to get to their own classes, you looked at them and started to imagine scenarios based on how fast they were moving, an old technique to force your brain into distraction.

Maybe the ones in a slow pace were 3rd years and up, and the ones rushing the most were freshmen. It didn’t work.

How Erwin must have been at college?

I bet he was innately good, he didn’t even need to study…

I didn’t think of him in a whole year, and conveniently I forgot my next class was with him.

Yeah, sure, I was going through a lot when I met him, but not even at the class registration process did I care to check, now I am sweating my ass here, I can only think about our first encounter.

Your heart was racing, even more now knowing what he looks like, at least from the back. And it was a nice back. The tattoo, I didn’t even think he would have tattoos, he is always so calm and collected, tattoos seem more of an impulsive choice, unlike him. You put your hand on your chest, focusing on the way your heart beated, in hopes of having some grounding, to stop fantasising.

“Aw, did you wait for me?” a voice took you out of your thoughts, while taking the hand you placed on your chest.

“Historia!” You opened your eyes, surprised at how fast she returned. She was panting.

“You’re too sweet. Come here, or we’ll actually be late for the first class.” She took your hand and guided you across the lingering students in the hallway. She must have run to be here in time, that’s why she was panting and didn't even notice the way your heart was still pouncing. Her hand gave you consolation, she didn’t even notice, but her just by being nice calmed you a bit.

Historia opened the closed classroom door with ease, it made a little crooked noise and some people inside turned their heads to an apologetic Historia –still with her hand holding yours– and a seemingly misplaced you. The classroom was dark with the fluorescents off and the curtains covering the windows, the only light was from the proyector, yet you could still see Marco’s waving hand to signal the empty two seats he saved beside him. As you entered the room, pulled by Historia, your senses dimmed to the point where everything felt like it was passing in slow motion, you didn’t feel your own hand closing the door behind you, your eyes were fixated on the muscular dark figure going through papers on the teacher’s desk.

There he was, the blond with the white button up shirt. He had a pen in his mouth while taking out papers from his suitcase to the desk, the matching blue tie was hanging loosely over the cluster of pages in front of him, the more he tried to find whatever he was looking for, the more evident it made that a tattoo was just below the cuffed part of his shirt. Historia pulled your hand to the front so you could be seated between her and Marco.

“Alright, guess I’ll have to take your word for it. I seem to have lost the attendance list, I don’t normally roll call, only on the first day.” He took a remote from his pocket and proceeded to walk to the center of the class. “As some may tell, these are the new smart classrooms, where I can control anything with this little gadget.” He showed you the remote, it had a few buttons but nobody could actually predict what they were for. “I’m going to be playing with this, so bare with me, I’m trying to make a dramatic entrance.” And with that, he pressed a button that changed the white background on the proyector to, what you could tell, another slide of the presentation, the name of the subject and Erwin’s name was on display.

“Neat.” Marco got close and whispered to you, as an approval.

“Now.” Erwin pressed another button which turned on the lights slowly. Now you could really tell how much of you were in the class, roughly 20 people were seated across this tiny classroom, coincidentally all of them were known for you. But that was what 6 semesters does to you, inevitably you come across everyone in the Class of 2018. “I’m Erwin Smith, your professor this semester.” He quickly scanned the room. “Glad to see some familiar faces.” He smiled towards where you were sitting, turned off the proyector and opened up the blinds with two buttons before letting go of the control by putting it away on his pants, and sitting on the only edge paper free of his desk, still facing you. “I hope you are all familiar with each other as well, because this semester you’ll be constantly working on teams, well, one team. Make them yourself as you see fit, write all your names, emails and signal who will be in your team, in one single sheet please, and pass it to me.”

“I’ll make it.” Historia quickly pulled out a sheet from her binder and started writing your names, you smiled in gratitude.

Thank God for Historia gritting everything down, cause you couldn’t keep your eyes off Erwin, everyone started gathering and chatting in Historia’s seat as he himself sat down in his seat, neatly arranging the papers he laid in front with one hand while the other loosened up his tie a little bit more. You haven’t seen him in this type of clothing, he was very informal even in the winter semester, though the weather here was black or white, while in winter you came with sweaters and gloves, for the spring, dresses and shorts were perfect. This new light on him looked better, you prefered, and not only because it accentuated how buff he actually was, but because you could see the little bit of ink on his arm that normally would be covered by big sweaters.

As the class went on, he didn’t bother to present us all, which bothered you. You wanted him to notice that you were here for a second time, exclusively you, not Historia or Sasha, who you knew for a fact were with you as well, but he said familiar faces as if there were more. This class and neuro were the ones that most of the time everyone avoided and put off till the last semesters, most of your peers where advanced, so maybe Erwin would have crossed paths in other semesters. Is not like I was his only class.

He presented the syllabus and the way all the team was going to be graded the same, regardless of the individual work and effort you all put. You felt defeated, in your fantasy he would have recognized you immediately and praised the good work you did the semester he had you, how intelligent you were, the will of steel…

“Hey.” Marco snapped you out of it, once again. His voice returned you to reality, as everyone started moving, collecting their stuff and moving onto the next class. Has two hours already passed? “Do you mind waiting for me? I’ll go to the bathroom real quick before our next class.” Marco was already packed, with his laptop inside his backpack, hanging on one arm. To be honest, you were the only one with the laptop still on the desk, you didn’t even remember when you took it out of your bag.

“Sure, hun.” Marco smiled and left the room, only you were left by the time he left.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Erwin is intimidating, you were completely all alone in the classroom, he looked like he had no intention of leaving the desk, so you assumed he still had a class in here. Were you about to say something? Can you say something? How does one break the ice?

“It's nice to see you again.” His deep voice made you tremble a bit, you closed your laptop and looked at him, he was smiling, with his arms over the desk, looking directly into you.

“It’s nice to see you too.” You took a moment too long to answer him, your heart was pounding so much you could hear clearly the beats in your ears. And now, watch me transform into my highschool self, a bit more insecure, crushing on a man at least 15 years older than me.

“I heard you took my advice and went onto Hange’s class.” Your hands were shaking while you tried to look effortless, not caring that he was actually trying to have a conversation with you. This was part of your daydream, but now, being here and alone, you just wanted to get out and wait for Marco outside. All of your bones keep screaming run , and yet your lips still were forming sentences you didn’t bother to think of them twice.

“Yeah, thanks, they were so nice, I even took another class with them this semester, maybe after all, neuro is my thing.” You smiled thoughtlessly, the topic was one of your favorites and he always seemed open for a chat. While you had a good relationship with your teachers, Hange and Erwin struck the most, though Hange always went more for a monologue, almost answering themselves by the time the questions in their head reached their voice. It wasn’t complaining, you loved hearing and learning.

“Well, I’m glad you came back to your favorite professors." He smirked, even without glasses you could tell the way his lips rolled, pleased with himself. Does that mean he was referring to himself? I cannot say that he wasn't my favorite, he was my crush the whole semester, but I hope I didn't make it too obvious. "Is that why you came back to me as well?” Damn right, even if I did it unconsciously. But you weren't going to let him know, you tensed your whole body, trying to conceal the agitation his comment did to you, because you were excited to know he recognized you, smug. The fact that he considered himself one of your favorites was just enough cockyness that you'd allow without it becoming stuck-up behaviour, and with that simple comment he reminded you how you fell for him, how he was so magnetic and charming, explaining and tutoring you.

“Who said you were my favorite?” You teased him. Oh no, why tease him now, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? Think at least twice before saying this stuff. You were trying to flee, throwing things at your purse and as you were nearly at the door. Just one more step and you were out of this conversation. He laughed a bit, taking you by surprise, making you look at him one more time, admiring the perfectly neat hair with a fresh undercut and his perfect posture, scrabbling over some papers.

“See you on Thursday, take care.” Erwin smiled at you, maybe it was a smirk more than a smile, but you could hardly tell by the speed you were going. “I’m looking forward to seeing the work of my favorite student.”

The previous semester with Erwin.

“Send him something.” Annie laughed with her whole body, almost spilling the champagne on her bed. “Tell him he’s hot.”

“ANNIE! I cannot do that, he’s my professor.” You leaned forward, protecting your laptop before Annie had any ideas of writing something herself.

“But he is hot.” She gulped the entirety of the glass, serving herself another one, and after realizing the two empty bottles, she finally got up. Barely. “Be right back. OH! And you better have sent him something by the time I come back.” She sent you a little kiss with her hands before closing her door on her way out.

A friday afternoon.

Pre-drinking with Annie with his dad’s alcohol.

This was normal.

What wasn’t normal was you being on the Google Docs, already tipsy and forgetting Historia’s message.

The revision is due this Friday, I completely forgot and I’m at my dad’s. She sent, two hours ago.

Everything ok? You sent, already gulping on your second drink.

Yeah

I’ll tell you all about it on Monday

But can you do it?

I sorrrrryyyyy

You just have to correct whatever comments are left

There must be two

Tops

Plsssssssss

You squinted, the alcohol already in your system playing tricks.

Yeah yeah, dont even worry about it

You’re a sweetheart

Muackkkkkkk :*

And now there were only two. You and Erwin online.

Erwin hated unnecessary mails, so he had access to the doc for revisions through the semester, saving a lot of back and forth of versions.

Historia was right at least, there were two comments to be answered, so you thought that drinking and writing wasn’t such a bad idea.

It was.

Oh it was.

what are you doing here? Whoever made the option for chatting on the document was… a genius or a moron, you were yet to decide.

I’m the professor.

If anything I should be the one asking. Erwin answered quickly. Shit.

we kidna forgot

I don’t think you should be telling me…

why ?

I grade you.

aslong as is done by today it suldnt be an issue

If you keep writing like that it would be.

You do know I’m also grading the use of proper academic lenguaje?

int he chat aswel?

Well,

No.

see? easy peasy

He didn’t answer. So you got back to work. You changed tabs to the article you were revising, completing the last of the paragraf of the Theoretical Work, just trying to reach for the 5 pages requirement.

You’re citing wrong. Erwin’s chat bubble flared up.

What are your sources?

https://bit.ly/3vRuElg You quickly sent.

Yeah, you’re doing it wrong. And immediately afterwards his cursor took over what you were writing, and he himself started correcting it.

can u give me abreik, im learning ok

Oh no.

His words stopped for a moment, as if he was measuring his next move.

I’m helping, ok?

You’ll get a higher score.

funny, yu’ll be de one grading

And that's precisely why you should be listening.

ican’t hear yu

ur pretty farawy

Oh no! Please stop. Your fingers were far faster than your brain.

Just let me help you.

That way you’ll finish faster and get on with whatever party you’re at.

how you know

It doesn’t take a genius. You’re typing pretty sloppy, you’re never like that.

how do yu even know howm like

You do remember I’m the one grading all your assignments?

but not my text mesages

Touché.

He finishes writing the paragraph you had left to do by the time Annie comes back.

“Well… my dad already called the driver, we need to be ready in like… five.” Her zestful attitude changed to her usual chippy. She was so much better at handling her alcohol. “So whatever flirting you were about to do, better make it quick and invite him over or be done with.” She smiled, knowingly.

“I didn’t do shit.” You responded, light-heartedly pouting.

“Yeah right… as if I didn’t notice the big fat smile. I doubt those freudian stuff are as entertaining as the hottie.” You threw her a pillow, which she dodged easily.

I’m going to pretend you didn’t admit to being drunk and grade you as usual.

but ididt admit nothing

and is not office ahours

and am not even on campus

Touché.

A minute passed.

Well you’re done.

Go have fun.

He is so nice.

kisses, tnks

You’re welcome.

You partied and danced all night. But your brain still fixated on the similey.

The smiley.

You forgot all about the “kisses,tnks” tho.

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ayekittyk4t · 2 years

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eat me

pairing: zeke yeager x personal chef!reader

warnings: infidelity, dining room sex, oral sex (f!receiving), a lil aggressiveness, unprotected (wrap it up pls), petnames (yk me), unedited

word count: 3078

a/n felt like posting this bc it came into my mind and now i need to share it with the world rn or i might die.

It’s strong. The smell of cognac in the sauce as you add a small portion of it to the porcelain dining plate. One of your masterpieces, to say the least, lies before you as you plate steak atop the smear of flambéed sauce. You hum to the tune of Etta James A Sunday Kind Of Love while adding the final piece to your work of art. Drenched mushrooms and shallots. To say you were happy about you dish was an understatement, you were ecstatic over your…

“Steak Diane.” You state, placing the plate in front of your employer: Zeke Yeager. Crossing over the white oak hardwood, you set another plate down in front of a printine woman. Elegant and effortlessly beautiful women. Long Auburn hair with the complexion of warm honey and sand. Tall, runway model material, and thin. Zeke's Wife.

Phased with your giddiness as you were, you couldn’t help but notice the look of disgust displayed on her face. Nose scrunched, thinly threaded brows furrowed. You wondered what was wrong with your dish.

“Is something wrong?” You’re concerned, Mrs, Yeager is the wife of your employer and you were their very own personal chef. Your job was to cook healthy and enjoyable meals for the two and she didn’t seem to express any joy about your food.

She doesn’t speak. She gives a hard look over to her husband while you stand in silence, nervously tugging at the loose strands of thread on the pocket of your apron. He clears his throat, adjusting his circular glasses, returns the look over to his wife and turns to you and smiles softly.

“I don’t like mushrooms.” She's harsh to you, throwing her serviette onto the table and standing from the dinning room table. Zeke and you both watch as she proceeds to grab a bottle of Château Margaux 1986. Heels click and her hips sway walking down the penthouse until she disappears into a hallway and a slam confirms her arrival into the bedroom.

You’ve worked for Zeke for a month now. While it has only been a short while, you don’t know how long you’ll be employed by the two. Mr Yeager enjoys your food. Adores it and compliments your skills after the first bite. Though…She's never fully eaten a plate of your food. Only picked at it like a pelican and complained that she didn’t like it. Mr Yeager gave you confidence in your craft, then Mrs Yeager brought you down. Making you belittle yourself.

“It’s delicious.” Zeke's voice wakes you from your daze. Tufts of his blonde hair bounce and he shakes his head rapidly. His actions mimic one of a child and you couldn’t help but smile from it.

You uncross your arms, fixing the posture of your back. It’s nice to know someone in this household enjoys and appreciates your work.

“She can't be satisfied.” He says, taking another bite of the steak. You watch him closely. How his teeth pull the meat off the fork. When he chews, his jaw hardens. And the juices and blood of the meat. It drips down his lips and onto his beard.

You couldn’t contain yourself. Your employer was handsome and you wanted him. He was tall, face structured like a god, and Christ, his tattoo. Only when you look closely can you see it. It crawls up the skin of his left arm, and peaks through the long sleeves of his dress shirts. Everyday, every hour, every minute, every second you spent in that home you just imagined that hand around your throat.

“Not even with all the things I buy her. Not with sex. And not even with me.” What? Mr Yeager was one to always babble about strange things, but never his wife. Never did he speak bad of Mrs Yeager.

You twine your fingers together, standing stiffly over the dinning table.

“No. No, it may be my food.” You say, not trying to play into talking badly of Mrs Yeager. Though, you know, it is not your food. You know your food is good. Mrs Yeager, however, is just a spoiled woman who’s disliked you since the minute you walked in their residence.

“Do not belittle yourself,” He pauses his chewing and swallows hard, “You’re good enough to open your own restaurant.”

Something as simple as that. As simple as a compliment from Mr Yeager made you feel so warm. Blood rushing through your body to your cheeks, nose, and ears. Suddenly, your knees become weak and your mouth and lips are dry.

“That’s too kind of you, Mr Yeager.” You shake your head shyly, ripping your eyes away from him.

“Take that plate and sit by me.” He spoke so confidently. A gentleman, a well refined individual.

“Oh, I couldn’t-”

“Please, take a seat.” He directs his left hand to the seat beside him, black ink peeking through his sleeve, “I insist.”

You know it’s strange. You know it’s not your place. And you know you should leave the dinning room to store leftovers. But your body has a mind of its own as it takes Mrs Yeagers plate and sits next to Zeke.

You’re silent. Afraid to make the wrong move with him because he is watching you. Watching as you slice a piece of steak. Stab it with your fork. Place it in your mouth and chew. Then the juices of the meat slip past your lips to your chin.

“Juicy, isn’t it?” He's looking into your eyes with his dark gray ones. There’s rings of cobalt and indigo within the dark grays of them.

“Yes, Mr Yeager. It really is.” You say just above a whisper.

He smiles. Turning away to take a bite of his steak, “Call me Zeke.”

The room suddenly became warm despite the permanent temperature of the Yeager Penthouse being 67 F. He finishes his steak, cleaning his plate of all food and sauce. Then he takes his serviette and wipes his hands clean. Everything he did was normal, but your reaction to it said otherwise.

“I apologize for her.” He doesn’t address Mrs Yeager as his wife. During the month you’ve fed them, he’s only ever said she or her. Never my wife.

“You don’t have to apologize, Mr-,” You catch yourself before you can finish, “I mean, Zeke.”

“Good girl.”

He says it low, almost as if he said what just came into his mind. But his tone. His tone tells you he wanted you to hear his comment. He wanted you to hear him call you a good girl.

Your body seems to be set to flame. Palms grow wet with sweat and your hands begin to shake while holding up your fork. Focusing on the shaking, you try to steady your hand in fear he will notice it. He does. You feel his eyes burn your body and you're frozen.

A rough hand lays on top of yours and your shaking stops. His thumb rubs over your hand in an attempt to soothe you.

“Are you scared?” Zeke lowers his head to meet your gaze. To him, you looked like a deer in headlights. Though you thought you were doing a great job at hiding your nervousness.

“No,” You shake your head, “No, Zeke.” Lies. You were so many things. All of them being caused by him.

“You’re shaking.” He states, jaw hardening.

You swallow hard, licking your chapped lips, “I drink two espresso shots before cooking.” Behind your excuse, was the truth. You did drink two espresso shots before arriving at the Yeagers Penthouse. Though, the energy it has given you has worn down.

He laughs darkly. White teeth peering through his lips. Zeke keeps eye contact with you, adjusting his glasses. The chair he sits in makes a loud noise as he stands, his hand leaving yours makes you silently whine.

You watch as he turns and walks toward the kitchen. He doesn’t say a word, and the only sound through the home was Billie Holiday's Easy Living. You open your mouth to say something, anything to break the silence but nothing comes out. You’re stuck watching Zeke open the wine fridge and grab a bottle.

“Something for us.” He shakes the bottle lightly, spinning around and walking back to the dining table. Still, you sit silently when he comes back into your space.

“I…” You should tell him that this was irresponsible. This wasn’t the right thing to do while on the job. This was the right thing to do with your boss, “Thank You.” But of course, you don’t deny him.

“To calm you down a little,” He mummers, referring to your shaking, while pouring the crimson liquid into your glass. Patiently, you watch as he does the same for his drink, “And for me too.” You barely hear him, but he says it before taking a sip of the wine.

You’re sinking our fingers into your tights, well trimmed nails nearly pierce through the nylon. Breathing in deeply, you reach out to take a sip of the wine. It was dry, sweet and tasted of black cherries along with woody flavors. It was good, really good.

“She fucks the neighbor.” He says it so suddenly. Making you spit the wine you were sipping out. It sputters over the glass and you place it back onto the table because somehow some of it got stuck in your windpipe.

He’s quick, standing from his seat to pat your back and help you. God, you were so embarrassed. His help made you seem like a helpless little girl.

“I-I’m ok now,” You place your hand to your chest, turning over to stop the hard pats Zeke is making on your back.

Above you, he looks even better. Looking down at you. Concerned for you. Something as simple as him caring for you made you so warm inside too.

Though, his eyes were darker than before, as if his mindset changed within the few minutes you last looked at him. He licked his lips, a large hand on your back shifted to your shoulder. You inhale sharply when he squeezes and rubs your collarbone with his thumb. He presses hard, eyes watching how you tense below him and bite your cheek.

“She thinks I’m stupid.” Zeke stated, you tensed even more. Your breathing became quick, the rise and fall of your chest mimicked waves crashing onto shore. Even if you wanted to, because you knew it was the best to do, you couldn’t move. His left hand came to cup your face, he ran his knuckles across your jaw and pulled your bottom lip with his pointed and thumb, “Do you think I’m stupid?”

You crumble, “No, Zeke.”

He’s fast. Crashing his lips onto yours and his hands pulling you up to him. You lose your balance but he catches you before you can fall. Zeke pushes your ass against the glass table, his hands coming down the back of your knees and making you sit on top of it. Plates clatter against it as he pushes himself between your thighs, keeping his lips on yours while laying a hand on your hip and bringing the other to your neck. He pulled you back with his strength deepening your kiss.

You wrap both arms around his neck, synchronizing your lips to his to create a messy dance. Your teeth clash, and your tongues taste the wine on each other. His beard is rough against you, scratching your chin and lips. The room is just the music coming from the speaker and your wet lips smacking.

The hand on your hip inches down, lifting your apron and skirt, and his fingers run up to the mound between your legs. His lips leave yours, a pearl of saliva connected the two of you. You're hot, blushing and just so warm. Zeke peppers kisses across your jaw, roaming down to your neck as his fingers follow. They press your clit through your tights and panties. He rubs it and an immense heat spreads throughout your limbs.

“Zeke, your w-wife.” You pant out, his fingers making circles on your cunt still.

He doesn’t seem to hear you, falling to his knees before you. Hair messy and out of place. A great difference from his clean appearance just before. His lips reddened and plump from your hard kisses.

“Just try to be quiet, Love.” He runs his callused hands across your thighs to soothe you. You nod in approval, yet still terrified someone will walk in. Terrified Mrs Yeager will catch you.

You brace yourself, holding onto the edge of the glass table with wet palms. Zeke kisses your thighs, spreading them even more as he grabs the back of your left knee and places your leg over his shoulder. Your breath hitches when a kiss is placed on your cunt. You’re so lost in the heat of it all that you don’t notice when his fingers pinch the nylon and rip it.

He growls, seeing a wet patch on the little red panties covering your soaking pussy. He rips those too. Making you wince and whine. You slap a hand over your mouth in fear of making anymore noises.

Zeke takes his fingers and runs them across your labia, spreading them to rub your puffy clit. Finally, he laps over your cunt. He moans against you, the vibration setting a fire to your body. He laps again and sucks your clit. His fingers pierce your skin, hard enough to leave violet bruises on your supple skin.

“Tastes so fuckin’ good.” Zeke grunts, continuing his attack on your cunt. He eats you like his last meal. Taking in every bit of you he could and enjoying it for every second because time was precious. So were you. He thought, holding your legs open and lapped.

He felt so nice against you, making you whine and cry out so much for him. You wished you could’ve told how good he was. You did with your body. You rut against his face, increasing your pleasure with the movement of your hips. Your hand comes to his head, running your fingers through his roots and pulling him closer to your pussy.

You feel yourself about to cum. Biting your palm to stop yourself from moaning so loud you’d attract attention from the neighbors. He feels it too. The pulsing of your cunt and your legs tightening against his head. And when you do, it’s so much.

Zeke keeps on lapping as you cum all over his face. You’re moaning into your hand and twitching above him. You’re so sweet to him, so much so that you taste sweet as well. He hears your little moans and hums, he just wants to hear them in his ear.

You don’t notice when he stands, lost in the daze of your orgasm just seconds ago.

“Think you can take another one?” He asks you, out of breath himself. You nod, of course, only craving him even more.

Eyes lidded and his glasses foggy, he begins to remove his dress pants. His cock springs out, big and fat, it slaps against his stomach. The tip is red and veins travel to the base. You can't help but notice the certain curve it has.

He pumps his cock a few times with his right hand, groaning and rubbing the tip. Zeke brings you to the edge of the table for a better angle. When he lines his cock to the entrance of your soaked cunt, he teases you a little. Then slowly, he inches himself into you. You wrap your arms around him when he fully seethes himself around you, moaning loudly.

“S-sorry, I’m sorry, Zeke.” You ramble, scared he might pull himself out of you and leave. Instead, he shushed you. Soothing you with his left hand on your cheek. With his free hand, he clears the table to lay you down.

As you lay, he stands above you. Hand on your hip and the left on your face. The first thrust is slow. He nearly pulled out and slowly pushed himself back in. But the second…the second is hard. He’s shaking the table with his thrusts.

You feel yourself in need of moaning, no longer capable of being silent. He catches it, covering your mouth with his left hand. From his angle. His tattoo looks better. Black ink crawling up his hand as it keeps you quiet. It’s so hot.

He fucks you hard, making your body moving up the table till your head was nearly hanging off it. So hard, the table scratches the floor. So hard that the plates clatter across the glass.

He’s breathing heavily, teeth grinding against each other to silence himself. Zeke huffs, attacking your poor cunt. You feel the curve of his dick, you feel it as it nudges that spongy spot inside you. It hits your g-spot again and again. You’re so sensitive you feel yourself in need of cumming again.

Zeke can feel your cunt squeezing him. It gives him so much pleasure that he too is coming near his end. He chases after his eye, helping you as he fucks you faster and harder. He’s animalistic. Shaking the tables more than before.

You grasp tightly at the edge of the table, holding yourself in place as the force of Zeke's hips nearly pushes you off.

Your cunt pulses once more, squeezing him so fucking tight, and the rope in your lower belly snaps. You cum. You cum so hard. Out of breath, Zeke continues his assault cunt for one more thrust.

He’s hard, so fucking hard. The last thrust leaves the bottle of wine tipping over the table, falling to the ground and breaking into pieces.

It spills over the floor the same way you spilled yourself all over Zeke. It’s a fucking mess, but from a certain angle, it looks nice.

“S-shit, gorgeous.” He pulls out before the last second, spilling his warm, hot seed onto your cunt. You feel yourself clench around nothing as it drips all over you. The warmth of it all over your cunt and how it tickles your clit.

You catch your breath, and so does he. But he crawls over to look down at you. Sweat on his forehead and the fog on his glasses blocking his eyes from yours. He squeezes his hand over your face once more and says…

“Best Fuckin’ Meal.”

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