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mikasas-biggestwhore · 4 months

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Pls write aot character kinks(Armin oiled up submissive and getting dominated)

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

a/n: I’ve actually thought about this before and I’m so happy to have someone ask about it 🤭

Characters: Armin, Mikasa, Reiner, and Annie

Warnings for the following content: NSFW, fem bodied reader, female body parts are described, mentions of sub and dom reader, mentions of being dominant and submissive, overstimulation, bondage, hair pulling, praise kink, mommy kink, mentions of sex toys, strap ons, facesitting, pegging, knife play, mirror sex, and edging

‼️Obviously all characters are written with the idea that they are all currently adults ‼️

Enjoy my loves 🧡

Armin Arlert

— The beautiful blue eyed blonde is here to start us off <3

— Now most people see Armin being fully submissive but he definitely gives off more of switch energy. Like Armin could play either roles if you needed him to. However, Armin does prefer to be submissive over being dominant.

— He’s more of a receiver then really a giver

— Obviously if you ask he has no issue fucking you into your sheets until your seeing stars in your vision and crying out about how good he feels. But he will also happily bend himself over and take your strap like a champ.

— A huge kink for Armin is overstimulation. Giving or receiving, either way is fine for him.

— Armin loves being overstimulated. It feels like everything is too much and too little at the same time. He feels like his body is going to snap in half but it all just feels too good and he can’t bring himself to try and pull away from you. He loves the way you ring him dry and always claim all you want is one more orgasm from him to only ask him for another.

— Now if Armin is giving, Karma’s a bitch. He loves the way your eyes well up with tears. The way that you grab his hand to stop him but instead of pulling his hand away you just hang on to his wrist because you feel so good and you don’t wanna stop. The way you chant his name like it’s a magic word and it’s his name you yell for the nth time you cum.

— A big no for Armin are blindfolds. He loves eye contact. Eye contact makes everything feel so much more intimate and blindfolds take that away. If he can see that your into it as much as he is it turns him on to the absolute max. He could probably cum from making eye contact with you during sex.

— Another kink Armin has is bondage. He likes to watch as you focus trying to loop the ropes properly over one another and make sure they aren’t too tight. When you tell him to test the hold of the rope and he can’t move. He gets a rush from putting himself completely at your mercy.

“Come on Armin. Just one more time. You can do it.” you pushed as you stroked his member wiping your thumb carefully over the head. The blonde let out a shaky whimper as he fought against the restraints he was in. He was tied to a chair, his hands behind his back with the ropes tied into a pretty knot. He was so overstimulated it was insane.

It all just felt too good and tears began to fall from his eyes, “It’s okay baby. Your doing so good. You can do it.” You praise him as you wipe his tears away. With your other hand you speed up your movements and can see the start of his orgasm. His chest begins to rapidly rise and fall and he goes cross eyed.

“I’m close.” he pants out trying to warn you. Everything is perfect exactly as you want it to be. You know exactly how to send him over the edge. With a smirk you grab his hair. Your fingers are interlaced with the blonde strains in a death grip.

You pull his face up towards yours. “I wanna see your eyes when you cum.”

Its a struggle but Armin focuses his eyes on your pretty face. His ocean blue orbs met your lust filled eyes and his eyes immediately roll to back of his head and he comes with a shout of your name. He becomes limp in the chair that bound his limbs. He slowly comes down from his orgasm.

“Such a good boy.” you praise as you give him a heated kiss on the lips.

— Did I forget to mention he has a praise and hair pulling kink?

Mikasa Ackerman

— Mikasa is dominant which is expected. She’s strong, intimidating, and confident. She is excellent when she’s in charge and likes to be aware of everything. She’s a very caring and attentive dom and she gets pleasure in knowing that your getting pleasure.

— She absolutely loves giving. She isn’t against the idea of receiving but really doesn’t like it at all. Obviously if you ask her and give her time she’ll receive but that’s only because it’s still technically bringing you pleasure. It’s like a “if your happy I’m happy” situation.

— If you allow her to give, your in one hell of a ride. Mikasa genuinely gets off on giving. She gets extremely turned on at the fact that she’s the reason your in complete bliss. That her fingers are the ones pumping into you and the reason why your moaning like a whore or why you can only babble and can’t complete a full sentence.

— PLEASE WEAR LINGERIE

— Mikasa goes absolutely crazy for it. It’s like your a present and she gets the honor of unwrapping you. She thinks you look cute in whatever you wear. It amazes her how the designs and colors on the thin pieces of clothing compliment you so well.

— Mikasa also has a raging mommy kink, it’s ridiculous. C’mon guys look at her and tell me I’m lying.

— If you called Mikasa ‘mommy’ in bed your ass is actually doomed. She will throw your ass on the bed and fuck you until that’s the only word you know. On top of that she will praise you like no tomorrow and will be so quick to hit you with, “Your being so good for mommy” in a sickly sweet voice.

— Mikasa also loves using toys on you. It gives her a way to give you more pleasure while keeping you all to her self. She’s a actual menace if she has the correct arsenal. She is the type to pump into you with her strap while she puts a vibrator to your clit. She loves using vibrators on you.

— A big thing for Mikasa is aftercare. She basically rearranged your guts and she needs to make sure that you have no pain left over from that.

— She’ll run you a nice hot bath and get in with you. Not for any funny business, no. She wants to help wash and massage your tired limbs. She’ll give light kisses as she moves around your body and tell you about how good you did for her and how pretty you looked during it all.

You could barely think with the amount of pleasure that coursed through your body. Mikasa had a steady pace as she pumped a dildo in and out of your wet entrance. The base was slick with your fluids that dripped down the dildo. You could feel it start to drip down your ass but you weren’t going to complain because it was reaching all the places that had your eyes rolling back and your toes curling.

Mikasa looked up at you between your shaking thighs. Her dark eyes filled with lust, “How’s my baby doing?” She asks sweetly as she snapped the toy forward making you arch off the bed.

“It feels so good Mommy!” you cried out. She gave you a sweet smile and shifted slightly to reach for something. You couldn’t figure out what she was getting because if possible she moved the toy faster inside of you. Making you disregard the curious train of thought.

A couple more seconds passed until there was the unmistakable buzz that met your ears. It was a vibrator. You knew it was only a matter of time before she brought it out.

You sobbed as the vibrator met your clit. Mikasa hadn’t been giving it attention and now you understood why. She had been plotting. Everything just became ten times more intense.

“Don’t worry baby I’ll run a nice bath for us after we’re done.” she kisses your forehead as she makes the vibrator do circles around your clit.

Reiner Bruan

— As big as Reiner is he’s definitely a sub. This man has been through far too much and genuinely just wants to be taken care of. He has had to fight all his life and he’s so tired. He wants to hand the reigns over and relax.

— Reiner loves your pussy.

— He’ll eat you out likes he’s on death row and it’s his last meal. When he lifts his head from between your thighs all of your juices cover his beard, dripping from the fine hairs and all he does is lick his lips and go back in for another taste. He also loves it when you sit on his face. Reiner couldn’t give two fucks of how big you are. He just wants to be up and personal with your pussy.

— He wants to be able to smell and taste you without any interruption. If you are on the thicker side Reiner is all the more pleased. He loves the weight of you being on top of him. The way your thighs squeeze around his head has him reeling. Or how you rock against his face chasing your own orgasm.

— He absolutely loves to get pegged. It’s a way for him to lose himself and all he needs to think about is being your good boy. After all he lives to please you. Shit, him being the receiver in general is fine with Reiner. He will take it like a champion.

— NUMBER ONE RULE WHEN PEGGING REINER IS YOU HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF HIM.

— Reiner just wants to be out of his head. Fuck him absolutely dumb. To the point all he can do is babble and say your name over and over. He wants to just feel not think and it’s your job to help him with that. He’s happy to become your slut <3

— He’ll take it in any position also. I mean any position.

— He could be folded in half or on all fours. As long as your fucking him real good, he doesn’t care.

— He lives for giving you fauxjobs. Obviously it doesn’t do much for you but it’s impossible for you to look away when he’s downing your 6 inch plastic dick. The sound of him gagging and the way he can take it all the way down to the base. All you know is if you did have a dick Reiner would have you cumming in seconds.

— Something about Reiner that might surprise people is that he’s loud. I mean loud to the point where you literally can’t have sex anywhere else besides your bedroom. He feels too good and he’s just really vocal about it. Which is fine we love vocal men.

— Reiner has a breeding kink. Both ways are fine for him. He likes the thought of getting you pregnant (consensually of course) and if you fuck him dumb enough you might have him yelling out about how he wants you to breed him.

Reiner cried out as your crotch met his ass. His face was smushed into the bed sheets, his hair was stuck to his forehead, and he was ass up and taking your strap like his life depended on it

“F-fuck.” His face was screwed into pleasure. He clawed at the bed sheets and let out several loud moans as you pounded his ass.

“You look so good taking my strap.” You compliment. You get a weak whine in response. You just smirk and look at where Reiner and your strap are connected. You can see the way the dildo slide in and out of Reiner’s hole, making a squelch sound when you would thrust forward.

Reiner was a absolute mess. His head was laid to the side and drool was pooling from his mouth, his face was scrunched from feeling the pull of the toy against his inner walls, and all he did was speak gibberish. He was in heaven and seeing stars.

You shift your hips a certain way managing to hit his prostrate. Reiner let out a girlish moan that time. He felt embarrassed from the sound but he really didn’t care. It felt too good for him to give a fuck.

“Please. I need you to cum in me.” He groaned out. That had your hips stutter for a second. What did he just say? You really have fucked him dumb.

— Another with a praise kink!

Annie Leonheart

— Okay so Annie. Oh Annie. She’s a switch but she leans heavily on the more dominant side. She’s more of a rougher dom and wouldn’t be afraid in the slightest of being rough with you.

— This woman loves being rough with you. Without a second thought she would grab you and throw you around. Annie is so quick also. You literally have no time to even defend yourself before your being grabbed and tossed on the couch or bed like a rag doll.

— She gets a kick out of how easy you are to toss around and manhandle.

— Now Annie is definitely on the freakier side of BDSM. Her kinks aren’t crazy or weird, just out of the ordinary for most people. She’s into things that have a edge to them. A slight danger even. Obviously she’s extremely consensual and won’t do something unless your completely okay with it.

— Starting off she has a thing for knives. She doesn’t do anything with them though. She just likes to use them to caress your skin and make you get goosebumps all over your skin. She loves to have a little danger in the air.

— Annie also loves mirror sex. She’ll hold your head in place to make you watch yourself the whole time. She wants you to watch as she makes you fall apart in her arms. She likes to make eye contact with you through the mirror as she fucks you with her strap. She’ll give a smirk as you look away in embarrassment.

— Annie will absolutely mark you up. She needs for people to know that your hers. It’s her name you moan out when you finish, her name you say when your begging to cum, or it’s her that gave you all of those hickies and bruises around your body.

— She leaves big ass marks all over your body but especially your thighs, ass, and tits. The thing that you don’t understand is how she does it without you noticing. You have a wild and passionate night with her and you wake up to being covered to the point you have to wear turtlenecks and long pants.

— While Annie does seem intimidating she would never actually hurt you. If she did she genuinely wouldn’t be able to live with herself. She knows she can be rough and will only go as far as her partner likes.

— Annie will edge you to the point your begging to cum. She will work you up to the point your on the verge of a orgasm and just stops everything. She always come up with a excuse on the spot on why she stopped. “My hips hurt give me a second” she’ll claim.

— Don’t you dare try and get off while she’s busy. She will threaten to leave you the way you are and she knows that you can’t get off without her. The worse part is that she’ll degrade you for it.

— “Your such a fucking slut” To be fr she’s hella mean but she does do it for your pleasure at the end of the day.

— Now the twist with Annie is she never wants anything in return but she’s willing to let you do what you want to her. When she does let you be the dominant one in bed she’s a fucking mess. She becomes so pathetic is actually insane.

You could feel the burn in your stomach. The build up that was going to soon release. Annie had her fingers deep inside of you, working them at a steady pace. You were so close you just needed a little more. Then Annie stopped her movements. You could feel the drag of her fingers putting out. Oh no.

“Look at how wet you are” Annie pulled out of you fully and showed you her shiny fingers. Your slick covered them. The whitish fluids dripped down her middle and ring finger. She spreaded them apart with a thin line of cum between them. She began examining her fingers, playing with your slick longer then necessary and you could feel the orgasm you were so close to having slowly dissipate.

“Annie please I need you” You whined, “I need you to help me cum. Please” you begged. Annie ignored you busy looking at her wet fingers still.

“Please Annie! Please! I wanna cum!” This seemed to gain her attention. She looked you up and down. You looked so pretty like this. Desperate and wet.

She grabbed one of your legs and placed it on her shoulder. She shoved her fingers back in making you let out loud moan, “Ugh your such a whore” she stated and began pumping her fingers again. “Can’t last 5 minutes without my fingers inside you”

I didn’t add too many characters because the original request was more focused on Armin but I hope everyone likes it. Please tell me if I’ve missed any tags.

Like I said I’m happy to do requests, Happy new years <3

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saber tooth | f. odair

description. just two days out from the Games, your mentor and best friend, finnick odair, comes to your room late at night in a mutual fit of insomnia to fulfill your (potentially) dying wish

includes. SMUT 16+, fem!reader, oral f!receiving, fingering, loss of virginity sans p in v, canon-complicit angst, mentions of finnick’s trafficking, best friends to lovers, reader’s a tribute, finnick’s her mentor, extremely brief misunderstandings, soft dom finnick, pleasure dom finnick, brief mention of drug use (one line), finnick and annie were never together but he mentored her, he rlly cares abt r :((, giggly sex (sometimes), throw away line abt lack of body hair but i rlly like body hair

a/n: whaddup whaddup! this started as a blurb but it um ,,, clearly expanded. there’s no p in v simply bc im so tired rn however i would like to continue this in the future if my mind would allow it :) also the title has nothing to do with the fic i was just listening to easily by chuck inglish

word count: 4k+

part 2

A week of anticipation, festivities, and celebration for the Capitol, was a week of anxiety, tears muffled into pillows, and wishing to be somewhere else for you.

The week leading up to the 72nd Hunger Games.

The Reaping, Opening Ceremony, and the three days of training that followed were mostly a blur. Your body picked up on the techniques you would need to survive, and with the help of Finnick, you’d managed to commit them to memory. You remembered the way you’d been trained to sit and talk and the jokes you should slip into conversation with Caesar tomorrow night.

All of their training was working, and Finnick had told you that you had a high chance of making it out of that area. A high chance. Nothing was guaranteed at this point in your life. Which is why you needed to do a few final things.

The door to your bedroom slides open. You lift your head from the pillow and squint. There’s a little light coming from the hallway, and it backlit the figure. But even without it, you would know who was coming to see you. The only person who’d been coming to see you since the arrival at the Tribute Center.

“Hey, Finn,” you mumble, resting your head back against the pillow that’s always cool.

Finnick takes a few steps into your room, stopping to flick a switch that only turns on the lamps beside your bed, and the two ambient ones in the corners.

“Hey, sweetheart,” his voice is raspy, as if he’s tired, but not to the point of already greeting sleep. It’s a little later than it should be, you were recommended to have gone to sleep two hours ago but you couldn’t. There was too much going on in your head, too many unsaid words and undone actions. You couldn’t sleep with your consciousness this awake.

Finnick voices the matter. “You can’t sleep, can you?”

You shake your head, deciding to sit up a little, your bare lower half still secure underneath the thick comforter. Your room was always cold, and the silk sheets mirrored the temperature. Physically, you were the most comfortable you’d ever been, wearing the softest cotton undergarments, and a silk button up nightshirt, your toes warm beneath fuzzy socks. But the weight on your mind was the complete opposite.

With the way Finnick looks at your face, he can tell just how exhausted you are.

“Want something to help with that?” He asks as he sits at the edge of the bed, close but entirely too far from you. “A drink? Pills? The Capitol has it all, you know.” The way he says it is the opposite of marveling, the words laced with annoyance and frustration. His tone prompts a small smile from you.

“‘M okay. I trust my body to do what it’s supposed to.” Finnick’s head is turned down, but you see the way the corner of his lip curls up.

He lifts his head to fully smile at you, one of sympathy and pity and sadness. His hand reaches out and his palm rests over the outline of your shin. Far too many layers are between the bare skin on both of you, but you don’t say so. You just give Finnick an equally sad smile, expressing your dismay for your situation, and you begin to pick at your nails in your lap.

“What’re you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

Finnick shakes his head. “No such luck for me either.” He shrugs as if he’s used to it and you remember that he’s been in this position too. Just a few years ago, a young boy, your best friend, was sitting in this bed, with similar thoughts weighing on his mind. And now his best friend was in that position.

You push the sheets back, exposing the beginnings of the skin on your thigh, and you pat the space beside you. “C’mon,” you encourage, not ceasing your patting until Finnick scoffs and slides his slippers off, crawling up to slip under the covers with you.

The bed is larger than you’d ever seen, something your escort called a ‘bed fit for a king’, but Finnick chooses to sit right beside you, the heat of his body warming yours.

“We could watch something. What plays on the television in the Capitol?” Finnick’s sitting so close to you that you can feel him shrug. Whenever you reach over to the bedside table, pulling the drawer open to grab the remote, you come back to sit even closer to him, where your arms are pressed flush against each other.

“Mostly shows about the lives of celebrities here.”

You gasp, turning to face him. “Is that rumor about you appearing on some reality show true?” Finnick’s ears redden and that’s enough confirmation that you need. Your head throws back with a hearty laugh, and you click on the TV with hopes of finding an episode.

Finnick sits quietly beside you as you click through the channels, reading the titles and watching maybe a second or two of content before you decide to try the next thing. When you’ve gone through most channels, you land on the one that will play the Games.

He says your name, as a warning perhaps, but you click it anyway, seeing that they’re talking about you.

“Now the odds of this one making it out are pretty high. She’s pretty, smart, and trained by the Finnick Odair,” a clip of you and Finnick appears, one that must’ve been taken backstage during the Opening Ceremony. He’s standing close to you, crouched down just enough to meet your eye level. You’re obviously nervous, and he’s obviously attempting to soothe those nerves, cracking jokes with a hand held to your heart, both of yours over it. “The Capitol’s Prince.” The announcer pronounces those words clearly, enunciated, making sure every late night viewer understands Finnick’s alternate title.

Clips of Finnick throughout the years show and you grow silent, watching how he commands a room better than you ever could.

“If she were to make it out, I’m sure she could become the Capitol’s Princess, right?” The announcer smiles just as the remote is snatched from your hands and the TV is clicked off, ridding the bedroom of the colorful hues and leaving you and Finnick with the yellow light from your lamps.

“Why did you–?” Finnick’s interrupting. He’s thrown the remote to the side of him and he’s turned to face you.

“I want you to make it out of the Games, I really do.” You nod, watching the way his chest rises and falls with breaths that fill the hesitant silence. “But, I don’t want what happened to me to happen to you.”

“What do you mean? You don’t want me to be loved and adored by the Capitol?” You say it a tad bit sarcastically, but your tone dulls down when you notice how serious his face is.

He shakes his head. “No, I really don't.” You scoff, beginning to get upset over the idea that a night that was turning peaceful, began to turn on its head. “Because everything comes with a price here,” he says your name, making sure you’re listening. “The ‘love’ the Capitol has for me is ingenuine, they love me like I’m an object. Not a person with thoughts and feelings.”

“Finnick, I don’t think I understand.” But you do, you really do.

He tells you as much, that same sad smile from earlier on his lips.

Before you can speak, he does. “Look, I came in here to ask you what you want.”

Your eyebrows furrow.

“Before the Tributes I mentor get sent off, I like to fulfill their wish. In case they don’t…”

“In case they don’t make it back.” He nods. “So a dying wish?” Another nod.

“So, what d’you want?”

You know what you want. You’ve wanted it since you were a teenager, watching Finnick, the most loved victor, leave for the Capitol and come back weeks later. Since you watched him train Annie Cresta and everyone, including yourself, believed there to have been something between them. Since he walked into your room just 20 minutes ago.

“What I want, I don’t think I can ask you for.” You speak low, your voice a whisper. Your head rests on the headboard behind you, turned to face Finnicks.

He shakes his head gently. “I have connections. I can guarantee almost anything.”

“No, Finn.” You don’t think you can ask him for this. Especially with what he’s essentially just told you. It would be selfish, it would be insincere, it would ruin the friendship you have between you two.

“I can’t.”

His head’s already facing yours, and he brings one of his hands up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin.

“Yes, you can.”

“No, Finn, I can’t.” Your eyes sting, as does your nose, and you know there’s no use in pretending the tears aren’t there. He’s seen them, he’s acknowledged them by swiping his thumb under your eye, catching the first drop.

“I would do anything for you. Just say the word.”

You search his eyes, his face, the tip of his ears, his Adam’s Apple. You’re looking for his tell. But it’s not there. It’s just Finnick. Your Finnick. And he wants the best for you.

You’re the most vulnerable you’ve ever been at this moment; sitting in a bed in the Tribute Center, just two days out from the Hunger Games, a period of uncertainty that is life or death; your best friend, and unrequited crush, as your mentor, having to hold your pieces together at least until the end of this.

There’s no point in hiding anything. You know you need to lay it all out. So you do.

“Even take my virginity?”

The air is still. Stiff. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t breathe. His thumb halts. He doesn’t blink.

You sit there, watching him, holding in the sob that threatens to wrack across your body.

“Forget it. I’m sor–”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes.”

There’s a moment where you don’t act. A moment where disbelief trickles down your body like the tears from your eyes do on your face.

“Finn…”

“I would do anything for you. I have wanted you since we were young, but I thought…”

“Doesn’t matter what you thought then. Not anymore. We go from here now.”

And there is the nagging possibility that all of this could be because of your potential fate. Maybe he’s humoring you, or letting you in on that final step of human intimacy before your life ends. You prefer not to think about it. Especially whenever Finnick’s moving closer to you and you can feel his breath on your lips.

Your lips are almost touching, the tanned skin of his face is right in front of you, the same goes for the pink of his lips. He’s almost there, then he says, “Are you sure?”

“‘M sure.” And Finnick is kissing you. Finnick Odair is finally kissing you.

He kisses you softly, sweetly, with precision and a gentle nature. As if he’s afraid that he’ll do something wrong and hurt you.

You kiss him back in a similar fashion, just with added timidness that Finnick doesn’t possess.

Your hands raise slowly, in choppy motions that are both due to your uncertainty, and the distraction of finally having the man of your dreams kiss you like you’re made of porcelain. But you manage to get your hands to Finnicks torso, palms pressed flat against his thin shirt so that you can feel the abs along his torso.

You’ve felt them before, in time of play fighting, or whenever he would have you replicate his breathing or form. But touching along his torso in this circumstance is different. Now, your touch ignites a fire within you. It makes Finnick grip the back of your neck and pull you closer with one hand, the other sliding the covers away and hooking his hand at the back of your thigh, pulling your left leg over your right.

Your hands slide down to the hem of his shirt, slowly starting to slide it up until he gets the hint and pulls away just enough for you to slide the shirt between you two, up and over his head. Then he’s back on you.

When you sigh blissfully into his mouth, he starts to kiss you like he’s desperate to have you close. Like he wants to engulf your entire being until you’re intertwined.

The best you can do is physically move closer to him, letting the hand on the back of your thigh guide you to straddling his lap.

It’s then that Finnick pulls away from you. Your hands trail up to cup his cheeks, moving back to play with the golden blonde locks that seemed to never be out of place.

He stares up at you, sea-green eyes pulling you even further into a state of enchantment. Whenever he tilts his head, eyes stuck on you, and kisses into your palm, you melt. His hand lifts to gently circle around your wrist, nimble fingers rubbing little circles into the skin.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Finnick speaks. “I need you to remember that even if I’m doing the work, you set the pace. You tell me what you like and don’t like. You tell me when to go and when to stop. Okay?”

“Okay.”

And then you’re back at it. His hands circle around to your lower back, pushing into the curvature to bring your chest closer to him. He uses the position to his advantage, dipping his head to kiss at the exposed bits of your skin; your neck, collarbone, the starts of your cleavage. He quickly becomes frustrated with the lack of skin, and you bite back a smile as you gently nudge his head back and begin to undo the buttons.

He watches you in a trance-like state with a look that seems akin to awe. You can’t help but tease him just a bit, shifting in your position atop his crotch and slowing your work on the buttons.

Finnick groans and his hands leave your lower back to push your own hands away, deciding to undo your buttons himself, grumbling something under his breath about you being a tease.

When you giggle above him, Finnick has you pushed onto your back in what seems like the blink of an eye. Really, it did happen quick, but your eyes were already closed from giggling so hard, so reopening them to Finnick above you, your shirt opened and your barely confined tits in Finnick’s eyeline, is disorienting.

“Jesus, look at you,” Finnick mumbles. And he is. His eyes are hungirly skirting over your figure, taking it all in. From your eyes, to the bra that you wear, all the way to the cotton panties that hug your hips.

His gaze stops at your lower half for a while, watching your stomach rise and fall with your breaths and the way there’s definitely a little wet patch on your panties.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He mumbles under his breath. The question is rhetorical, and meant only for him. But, in a fit of nerves, you answer anyway, needing to do something other than lay there.

“I don’t know, Finn, there’s a lot that you can do. You can go down on me, give me your fingers, your cock.”

His eyes lift to yours, shock evident within them. “Did you just say the word ‘cock’?” He laughs between the words, that perfectly pearly white smile greeting you.

“Yeah,” you say, laughing through the syllables too.

Finnick shakes his head with that smile still present.

He swears under his breath but then his fingers are playing with the hem of your panties and you’re back under, focused on what he could possibly plan to do next. He hums, eyes on you, eyebrows raised.

It takes you a second to realize what his intentions were, but you do soon enough. “Keep going. Please.”

The tips of his fingers reach below the band of your panties. He begins to pull them down, just until your hip bones and the start of your mound becomes visible. At first, you disgraced the Capitols groomers' work of ridding your entire body of hair, but you can’t help but feel a little grateful that they did. You knew that Finnick wouldn’t care either way.

You lift your hips, letting Finnick pull your panties over the curve of your ass. When they sit at the halfway point of your thighs, he lowers his head and presses his lips to the area right above the waistband. And he continues to do so, sliding your underwear down and kissing through the journey.

The last kiss he gives you is on the arch of your foot, right before he guides the garment over the remaining part of your body, throwing them off to the side of the bed.

Finnick sits back on his heels then, just looking at you, looking at your legs which are just almost crossed at the knee, your ankles together and one knee raised slightly above the other. You’re shielding the most vulnerable part of you, hiding it almost. But when his green eyes meet your center, briefly meeting your eyes, you slowly part your legs, allowing him to see you in all of your glory.

Finnick sucks in a sharp breath of air, his chest rising with it. He doesn’t let it out until your legs are completely opened and bent at the knee, inviting him in. You sit halfway up on your elbows, watching him, waiting for him.

It’s not long until he makes a move, just a few tense moments and then Finnick’s kicked into action.

His calloused hands on your knees, sliding around to the back of your thighs as he lays on his stomach, directly facing your cunt.

When he speaks, you can feel his breath on you. “I wanna taste you, sweetheart. Just for a bit. Is that alright?”

His eyes are visible over your mound, but they’re not focused on you just this once. They’re focused on your cunt, scanning it, taking it all in almost as if he’s committing this moment to his very strong memory.

You’re a little starstruck, reckoning with the notion that Finnick wants to give you head. Therefore, you sit there in stunned silence, attempting to find the words to deliver your over enthusiastic agreement. But Finnick takes your silence negatively.

“You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, honey. Just wanna make you feel good. That’s what I’m here for.” And there are those eyes again. They’re pleading, but also making you feel comfortable, reminding you that you’re in charge.

You smile gently, nodding. “Yes.”

And the first lick has your head spinning. His tongue is warm, and wet, and he licks a long stripe from your leaking entrance to your clit. It’s slow, and methodical. He licks your juices up, but they’re coming back tenfold by the time he’s pressed a kiss to your clit.

A surprised moan pushes up your throat. The feeling has your hips pushing into his face on their own accord, your elbows slipping out from under you and your head throwing back onto the mattress.

Finnick disconnects from you for just a second to let out a pleased groan, but the absence is too much for you already. You’re wiggling your hips, searching for him.

Finnick laughs and the sound has heat rising through you. “‘M still here. Not leaving this pussy anytime soon.”

He lives up to his promise immediately. His mouth’s back on you, licking and sucking on your most sensitive parts.

It’s now that you remember how experienced Finnick is. How knowledgeable he is about the general spots of someone’s body. And he’s able to apply that knowledge to your body, with the help of your zealous responses.

You’re moaning, your back arching, your hands gripping the sheets. Your knees bend more, your legs spread more, it’s all more and more and more. You want more from Finnick. You need more.

You’re communicating that fact when you finally have enough courage to fist a hand into Finnick’s hair, and it’s like he’s rewarding you when he slyly begins to probe a finger at your tight entrance.

You’re clenched, far from relaxed, but with a deep breath, you’re loose enough for him to slide in to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way, his single digit comfortable within your walls.

Finnick fucks you with his finger, aiding the penetration with his pretty pink lips around your pink nub. He sucks, the pressure making your head spin, your consciousness in the clouds to the point where you don’t notice another of Finnick’s deft fingers teasing your entrance.

“Another?” he asks, voice barely able to be heard due to his proximity to your cunt.

“Uh-huh,” is all the affirmation you can give.

It’s a little tight and uncomfortable at first, but once his digits are evened out and curling in you, and his tongue is lapping up your juices like it’s water, you’re riding so high in a blissed out state that discomfort is the last thing on your mind.

Your approaching orgasm becomes known to you quicker than you can anticipate. It’s like all of a sudden there’s tension in your lower abdomen, begging for your attention, begging to be released.

“Finnick, Finn,” he hums, not stopping any of his ministrations. “‘M so close. Almost there.”

You hadn’t thought it to be possible but Finnick gives you more. His fingers fuck you faster and harder, his cheeks hollow as he alternates between sucking along your nerves and stroking his tongue is the areas that you’re most sensitive.

It feels so fucking good, a pleasure you’d never experienced in your life. You couldn’t imagine being in this position with anyone other than your best friend, someone you trusted with your entire being. It’s as if he knows your body better than you do, because sooner than you would’ve liked, your back is arching and your legs are lifting off the bed and your nails are digging into Finnick’s scalp, all signs that your orgasm is right there and you cum with a loud cry that melts into breathy moans.

Finnick pulls his fingers out of your cunt but his mouth stays on you, placing gentle kisses and kitten licks along the slicked area. When your legs have lowered and your breath has evened out, he pulls his head away from you, a wince leaving his lips.

“Darling,” he starts, receiving an affirmative hum in response. “You’re pulling my hair out.”

“Oh, shit, sorry.” Your hand lets go of his hair, your body burning with embarrassment. But Finnick’s bright laugh and content smile soothes you.

“‘S okay,” he mumbles as he leans up and presses a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. Your lips mold to his like they were created for each other, and the kiss is slow, methodical, loving.

You whine when he pulls away, but his hands have already hooked under your thighs and he’s pulling you with him as he starts to sit back.

You end up in the position you started in, sitting on Finnick’s lap, your hands on his shoulders.

Under you, you can feel his bulge confined in his pants. You shift a little over it, your throat beating with your heart rate due to the anticipation.

Finnick’s eyes close softly and his head throws back. Your hand rises to push back the bangs of his hair which lay on his forehead, in favor of resting your skin against his.

“Sweetheart,” he groans. “We …. We can’t.”

Your heart drops.

“Huh?”

“I wanna feel you, sweetheart, I swear.” His eyes open to stare at yours and you notice the sincerity in them. It doesn’t do much to lift your spirits, though. “But we can’t. Not yet.”

Your eyebrows furrow, waiting for further explanation. It comes from him quickly.

“I need you in your right mind in the Games. You need to be focused, and only thinking about survival. Nothing else.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

He chuckles. “Maybe. But we have to play it safe.” A beat. “You trust me, right?”

And you do. Wholeheartedly.

#finnicksworld!#celeste writes thg #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair smut #the hunger games smut #finnick odair x you #finnick odair #the hunger games

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mommypieck · 10 months

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♡.°୭̥ ୨୧ attack on titan masterlist

choose your character

୨୧ eren

jealous eren ✯ nsfw alphabet ✯ eren choking his partner ✯ pussy drunk eren ✯ eren x child reader ✯ drinks on me ✯ car sex with eren ✯ eren with size kink ✯ eren teaching an insecure reader with hip dips how to love themselves ✯ with eren on a beach ✯ eren cheating with you on mikasa cheater eren ✯ cheater eren 2 ✯ being erens side piece ✯ gamer eren ✯ eren and armin taking your virginity ✯ eren with pda ✯ eren and mikasa as parents

୨୧ jean

highschool jean ✯ puppyboy jean ✯ threesome with jean and marco ✯ baby daddy jean ✯ creep jean ✯ heartbroken jean ✯ tired jean ✯ domestic jean ✯breeding kink jean ✯ reiner vs jean x gf in makeup ✯ jean when asking for seks ✯ jean with breeding kink ✯ jean being pussy drunk ✯ jean with goth gf ✯ jean x voyerism ✯ soft jean ✯ jean fucking you only with the tip ✯ jean and red lipstick ✯ cheater jean

୨୧ armin

mermaid armin ✯ little yandere armin ✯ librarian armin ✯ rough armin ✯ armin x succubus ✯ giving armin a sloppy blowjob ✯ wanting armin to be rougher ✯ giving armin a blowjob ✯ armin with a virgin gf ✯ teasing armin ✯ scratching armins back ✯ eren and armin taking your virginity ✯ virgin armin

୨୧ connie

connie with cat hybrid gf ✯ subby connie ✯ reiner and connie cuddling you to sleep ✯ connie fucking you throat ✯ connie fingering you ✯ connie loves your ass

୨୧ reiner

subby reiner ✯ more subby reiner ✯ bunnyboy reiner ✯ subby reiner plus thighs ✯ soft dom reiner ✯ facesitting with reiner ✯soccer captain reiner ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters ✯ reiner vs jean x gf in makeup ✯ reiners titties ✯ teaching reiner how to kiss ✯ reiner with size kink ✯ reiner and connie cuddling you to sleep ✯ reiner with reader who likes mugs ✯ bertholdt and reiner with size ki nk

୨୧ erwin

dilf erwin ✯ erwin x somno ✯ threesome with erwin and levi

୨୧ levi

yandere levi ✯ jealous levi ✯ pussydrunk levi ✯ domming levi ✯ levi being a pervert ✯ levi with reader who likes mugs ✯ levi and big tummies ✯ chubby levi ✯ chubby levi 2 ✯ levi being too caught up with work ✯ having an argument with levi ✯ quickie with levi ✯ yandere levi 2 ✯ threesome with erwin and levi

୨୧ porco

step brother porco ✯ porco having a crush on his best friends sister ✯ porco and big tummies ✯ motor biker porco

୨୧ colt

little panty-stealer colt

୨୧ bertholdt

giving berthodt handjob for the first time ✯ date with berthodt ✯ bertholdt with yandere gf ✯ edging bertholdt ✯ spicy berthodt ✯ bertholdt and reiner with size ki nk

୨୧ zeke

training with zeke ✯ what happens after dinner?

୨୧ floch

dominating floch

୨୧ hange

hange in white lacy underwear ✯ fluffy hange ✯ subby hange ✯ coworker hange ✯ fingerfucking with hange ✯ hange eating out their virgin baby ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters ✯ pretty boys birthday ✯ face sitting with hange ✯ too needy ✯ hange with a happy trail ✯ writing poems with hange ✯ falling asleep with hange ✯ modern high school hange ✯ sub hange x dom reader ✯ hange ordering you to touch yourself ✯ coworker hange 2

୨୧ pieck

pieck´s boobs ✯ having camgirl pieck as your roomate ✯ body-ody-ody pieck ✯ rich ceo pieck ✯ high pieck ✯ scissoring with pieck ✯ mommy pieck

୨୧ ymir

needy ymir ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters ✯ historia x ymir x reader

୨୧ yelena

yelena with gun kink ✯ submissive yelena ✯ readers spicy story ✯ yelena fucking your face with her strap

୨୧ hitch

bestfriend hitch

୨୧ annie

annie´s doll ✯ threesome with mikasa and annie ✯ mikasa and annie corrupting you

୨୧ mikasa

mikasa eating you out over your underwear ✯ yandere roommate mikasa ✯ threesome with mikasa and annie ✯ subby mikasa ✯ breeding kink with mikasa (male!reader) eren and mikasa as parents mikasa and annie corrupting you ✯

mikasa teasing you ✯ mikasa x erens ex ✯ mikasa nsfw alphabet ✯ threesome with eren and mikasa

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jeankirsteinsgirl · 9 months

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The AOT Girls and their Kinks (NSFW)

Mikasa: Face Sitting and Boobs. Mikasa is a little subby baby and is very sensitive even before she's cum. Her nipples, however so especially sensitive, you could probably make her cum just from playing with them. When she's turned on which is often but she'll never admit to that her nipples get a little more swollen and take on a brighter shade of pink from the blood rushing to her sensitive buds. God, it's so hot to see her like that, pussy dripping, begging to be touched, nipples swollen. She begs you to touch them so you'd knead the soft large mounds in your hands slowly stroking the heel of your hand over her sensitive little nipples making her moan each time. Then you'd slowly press sloppy wet kisses down her collarbones to her pretty tits before licking circles around each one, making her roll her head back in pleasure. She'd beg for you to suck on them and of course you do. So you take her sensitive nipple into your mouth, pinching, twisting, and playing with the other one sending shivers down her spine, while you lick and suck at the pretty pink bud in your mouth. After that she's literally dripping down her thighs she needs you so bad so she sits on your face. She doesn't sit on your face to be dominating in any way, it just feels so good having her wet pussy pressed directly against your mouth like that, so she prefers it this way. You get such an amazing view as she lowers that delicious pussy on your tongue, seeing her beautiful full body hovering above you, her big tits bouncing up and down her chest as she grinds into your tongue. You hold her hips down on your face with your hands firmly to make sure she has nowhere to escape to while you devour her pussy, tongue making its way through her soaked puffy folds, blushed a light shade of pink from her arousal and before you know it shes cumming all over your face, running down your chin as you lick up all her cum.

Pieck: Squirting and Scissoring. Pieck is goood in bed and she knows it and she especially likes when you show her just how good she is. You get so wet for her and she loves playing with your dripping pussy until you're squirting all over her. She's more dominant but like Jean, she's a soft dom, everything she does she does for you, all she wants to do is see you cum for her, all over her finger, over the double-ended dildo, all over her face until its dripping down her chin, she lives for it. She loves the way your pretty pussy contracts before gushing over her, giving her the sweet satisfaction that she can make you feel so good :( But she's needy too she wants to cum just as much as she wants to make you cum, she definitely gets you off first however she can but she rubs her puffy little clit with her fingers while shes doing it so she's all nice and wet by the time you two do something together. And her favorite thing to do together? Scissoring. Easy. She loves watching your soaking pussy, so sensitive and swollen from already cumming grind against hers, her puffy folds enveloping yours. Getting off at the lewd sight of your pussy dripping into hers, your juices mixing, pussies so wet from rubbing each other the pornographic sound of them playing with each other makes her even more wet. She'll stare at your face all squinted in arousal and neediness and then back down to where your pussies meet and it is enough to send both of you over the edge cumming on each other, so pretty :)

Annie: Fingering and Finger Sucking. Annie is a dom no way about it. She prefers to touch you than be touched, it gets her off more the way you wriggle and writhe under her touch, and unlike Pieck she's more of a strict dom. You cum when she says you can cum and not a minute sooner. You only moan if she says you can make noise, and if she wants you to take all three of her fingers, you're gonna take all three. The sight of you cumming around her fingers drives her crazy, she loves thrusting them into you and feeling how tight and wet you are just for her. She'll tease that little spongey spot inside you while rubbing small circles just enough to have you begging for her but she loves seeing you like this. She'll edge you just a little bit, just enough for it to be fun before letting you cum all over her fingers watching as your juices flow out in between her fingers, making sure to finger you all the way through your orgasm or maybe even to a second one if you're lucky. She'll tell you how good you are for her before she puts her fingers in your mouth watching you taste yourself for her, sucking on her fingers while you look up at her with our big innocent eyes, that is a sight she'll never get enough of.

#anime #aot #aot smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa smut #mikasa x you #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman x you #pieck finger #pieck aot #pieck x reader #pieck finger smut #pieck smut #annie leonhart #annie leonhardt x reader

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abbyslev · 1 year

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𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺- 𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳𝑺 + 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬

A/N: hi guys! sorry for posting this so late, i just got around to finishing it. i am working on some other things, and as always feedback will be appreciated!! thank you all for reading and i hope everyone has a great day!

WARNINGS: literally pure smut !!

HANGE

LOVES THIGHS

would die in between some if they could

service dom

literally down to try anything if you’re down

100% into teasing you

when hange gets stressed at work… PREPARE FOR THAT STRAP

#1 pussy eater

overstimulation god

likes to restrain your hands

does not like quickies but will participate

into lap dances

the bra stays on AND ITS HOT

RIDING HANGES ABS IM USNSIDJSUKAS

into thigh riding too

is vocal

into praising (and degrading but you didn’t hear that from me)

they press their forehead on yours and makes the strongest eye contact im jejsieksks

loves to trace random shapes with their tongue

panty stuffing and sniffing 100%

aftercare is so sweet they love cleaning you up and they just fall asleep right after you do </3

MIKASA

not an ass, thighs or tits person, just loves you for you <3

LOVESSSSS giving but will not deny receiving AFTER you have had your turn

into pulling hair like when she eats you out and you pull her hair!!! YES!!!!!

wears the cutest lingerie

loves when you say her name it just sounds so pretty

blushes over everything it’s so <33

will finger you until she dies

making you suck her fingers makes her go wild

pretty vocal!!! mostly small whimpers

will die eating you out she loves it

loves to run her hands up and down your stomach with her long nails sending shivers all over you

her hair gets all messy

switch, mostly top but she has her moments

BEGS

not into quickies, she prefers to take her time on you and enjoy all of you

praise, refuses to degrade you</3

strap god 100%

literally so sweet will clean you up and make sure you’re comfortable when you guys are done :(

ANNIE

thighs thighs thighs thighs thighs

she sleeps on them like allllll the time

SHES SO INTO SPIT BYE

degrading god

yes pls :D

loves teasing

seeing you squirm and beg makes her go crazy

hearing her name following a string of curse words when you reach your peak makes her smile against you so hard

EATS PUSSY LIKE A GOD HELLO

depending on her mood, she’ll keep her sports bra on and it’s fucking HOT.

ughhhhh when she’s angry/ frustrated yk you’re in for a wild ride

can go as many rounds as you want

will always pleasure you before herself

“you’re so good for me.”

makes you ride her like crazy

that nose is GODLY to sit on

grabs your thighs and leaves nail marks

into thigh riding

will always top idc

she’s minimal when it comes to aftercare, she just makes sure you’re ok and cleans you up :D

SASHA

if you try and tell me this woman can’t eat pussy go ahead and log off for me

like one of the best pussy eaters out here ong

ASS AND PUSSY FOR DAYS!!!!

into food play

she’s so sweet and refuses to degrade you

“you taste so sweet, baby.”

her hair gets all messy from you pulling it

she’s so into it bye

switch

loves when you go down on her and tell her how good she taste

LOVES SCISSORING LIKE CRAZY

will pleasure you before herself ofc ofc

loves eye contact

will pour honey on your thighs/ stomach and lick it off while keeping strong eye contact UGHSHSNSUSJSJS

loves keeping you from touching yourself like maam pls

will also die eating pussy

amen

quickies are acceptable

aftercare queen like will get you water and clean you up and talk your ear off until you’re asleep

YMIR

do we really have to say it

tits

literally the god of degrading like HELLO

“stupid slut” while her long fingers are shoved down your throat IM JENSHMSS

will tease you until you can no longer take it

will make you cum 6 times in one second

is always a top

spit playyyyyyyy

overstimulation is her favorite

quickies are some of her favorites

loves eating you out like a starved man

makes you beg like it’s the last thing she does

HER SMIRK WHEN SHE SISNDUKSJ

will restrain you if you don’t listen

yes chef

will use her hands as your personal bra

eye contact for days

loved kissing you doesn’t matter what she’s doing she wants to kiss you </3

fingers you in like 5 different positions

will go 100 rounds she doesn’t care

lowkey good at aftercare she knows how tired you can get <3

YELENA

everyone grab your bibles and repent rn

ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS

loves spanking

brat tamer

strap game on 100

will tease you the whole day like stop it????

leaves her shirt unbuttoned a bit …..RAAAAAA

knows you like when she wears that damn suit

her hair gets all messy from you tugging on it and she gets all your lipgloss on her IMBEISJUS

will eat you out anywhere she does not care

degrading like a mf

“such a fucking slut”

just for you lena <3

fingering game also on 100

will overstimulate you in a second

will go as many rounds as your body can take

sex in her office >>>>

loves whispering in your ear and then kissing your jaw

leaves hickies everywhere

“so everyone can know your mine”

yes PLEASE NOW

will hold eye contact while playing with you through your soaking underwear with a stupid smirk on her face

chokes you OH MY GODHELP ME

spits into your mouth and almost dies watching you swallow it

keeps your panties sorry i don’t make the rules

loves when you sit on her lap and ride her

THIGH RIDING >>>>

“you made a mess baby…”

buys you matching lingerie sets NGHHH

heavy breathing and grunts

loves when you moan in her ear

she loves hearing her name come out of her mouth

edging god

fucks you dumb ANYWHERE

top<3

tbh her aftercare is so good she loves cleaning you up and thinking how else she can fuck you next time

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asterias-record-shop · 1 year

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𓆩[in our next life]𓆪

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 23K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - Use of Y/N || i promise I do not write like this in the fic- || reader was also forced into prostitution, but Finnick forced Snow to make them a pair || reader is definitely bi but has no (sexual) relations with women in the story || Finnick’s hand around your throat can be seen as sexual but it’s mainly just a comfort thing at this point || a lot of mixed timelines, sorry want it to play in my favor || mainly based on the movies bc I haven’t read the books in forever || Reader and Finnick are titled the Princess and Prince of the Capitol || you basically replace Annie || inspiration of your story from other characters || weird baby names inspired by the sea (cuz District 4, sea fishing etc) || This is so going to be a series- || smoking, smoking opium || This actually takes place in several different times, first the drawing for the Quarter Quell to the carriage rides where you meet Katniss and Peeta to the interviews to the literal Quarter Quell, being rescued, then skipping to after the rebellion is won (my darling doesn’t die, he didn’t deserve it <3). || Cinna isn't dead and he’s your stylist, and you and Finnick get married twice (once before the Quarter Quell, another after the rebellion) and of course he designs your wedding dress. || Finnick pulls a stunt like Peeta, turns out to be true later on || first marriage is televised a few days before the games, second of course is private || marriage ceremonies inspired by cultures, yes I’m giving District 4 marriage ceremonies and no I’m not basing this off the wedding in the movie, and this is my own little spin on the fic - I didn’t want the wedding to be boring || the party Peeta and Katniss go to in the second movie is your wedding || ngl, with these plans, I’m hoping this is long- || slight rift between you and Katniss at first, but you end up being best friends quickly || you make Katniss question her sexuality bc you top her for a minute- || CPR & mouth to mouth || Classic warning such as cursing, fighting, blood, death, and more to be wary of. || mentions of Finnick’s forced prostitution (brief, my baby has suffered enough) || smut is included in this; mentions of voyeurism and exhibitionism (explained in the story), breeding kink, size kink, oral (♀ & ♂), fingering, spit, slight choking, slight dom-sub dynamics, sex is definitely a coping mechanism, degradation, name calling (slut, whore, cumslut, maybe more?), probably dirty talk if you think about it that way, praise, mentions of a hazy mindset that could be seen as a subspace, definitely a soft dom turned pleasure dom turned rough dom Finnick, and more- just be wary.

—𓆩[CHAPTERS]𓆪—

𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER I 𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER II 𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER III 𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER IV 𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER V 𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER VI 𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER VII 𓆩♡𓆪 EPILOGUE

ALL CHAPTERS ARE UP!!!

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authorandimarie · 1 year

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When Annie meets Dominik

Footsteps move towards, slow and casual. ‘Wow, what a hottie.’

Normally I’d be annoyed by that kind of comment but I’m drunk enough that I don’t care. “Thanks,” I say and turn to look towards the speaker.

Goddess, he’s the hot one. He’s tall, with lean muscles like a swimmer or maybe a runner. He has a nice golden tan that my fair freckled skin can only dream of getting. His raven hair is brushed back, showing off his undercut. Green eyes shine brightly. He seems older than me but not in looks, more in the way he carries himself, even drunk as he clearly is.

“Oh shit, did I say that out loud?” He laughs. “I must’ve had more to drink than I thought.”

Damn it. I smile big but inside I’m screaming at myself. He definitely did not say that out loud. This is yet another reason why I don’t get this drunk. It gets harder to tell when I hear someone’s thoughts or if they speak aloud. Thank the goddess everyone is drinking heavily tonight.

#p&p #annie and dom #future fantasy #fantasy romance #jane austen retellings #snippet #my writing #aesthetic

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erenscoochdestroyerfics · 3 months

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Eren x Armin x Reader Friday Night Strip Poker (1)

words: 3.1k

concept: your good friends Eren and Armin are tight as thieves, and one night as you play strip poker, some tension arises and is resolved with another type of group activity...

contains: oral (f/m receiving), slightly sub!armin, slightly dom!eren, slightly domineering reader, threesome (MMF), cucking

y/n uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy!

artwork does not belong to me, so creds to the artists!

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"You know, you look really nice in that new shirt." Eren smirks.

You are taken aback by Eren's forwardness. You, him, Armin, and Mikasa had shopped in Shiganshina Center yesterday, and you had gotten the shirt from a little boutique. It was a little black ribbed top with grey stitching. I might just have to fuck you right here, Mikasa had said when you stepped out of the dressing room, eliciting hearty laughs from Eren and Armin, and a flustered chuckle from you. There was always a little bit of homoeroticism between you and Mikasa, which is something you decided to put on the back burner when you noticed it a couple weeks before. Besides, she was in a relationship.

It was Friday, and tonight, it was date night for Mikasa and Annie, leaving you, Eren, and Armin to hang out at Eren's apartment in downtown Shiganshina. It was a perfect summer evening; the smell of food floated through Eren's open window from the restaurant below, and the bustle of the street below was faintly audible.

You guys decided to have a game night with some karaoke, and were currently playing Eren's favorite card game, Egyptian Rat-screw, which with these two stubborn boys, gets violent.

A queen of hearts was dealt, then a three of spades, then another queen.

"SANDWICH!" You all yell in unison, slamming your cards down onto the pile. Of course, Eren's card landed first. His fast reflexes were hard to compete with for you and Armin.

"Damn you, Eren!" you yell, and the three of you fall into a heap of laughter.

"More drinks?" Eren offers.

"Such a good host." You tease.

You and Armin sit cross legged watching Eren as he pads across the floor and into the kitchen to pour three glasses of piña colada mixer and add a generous amount of liquor to each.

"Thank you," Armin smiles sweetly as Eren hands him the drink. "My god Eren, bleh." Armin crinkles his nose as he tastes Eren's concoction.

You and Eren laugh softly.

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Twenty minutes later, the three of you are tipsy messes, with flushed cheeks and easily elicited laughs. There is a warmth in your stomach that usually comes with drinking, which always results in you being a little too flirtatious for your own good. And you had an idea.

"You know what we should play?" You giggle.

"What?" Eren and Armin perk up.

"Strip poker!" You announce, giving jazz hands to accompany your grand idea.

Armin crinkles his nose. "I don't know if thats a good-"

"YES," Eren interrupts, "now THAT sounds like fun!"

"Eren," Armin quickly glances to you before looking back to him, "are you sure this is a good idea-"

"PLEASE pleasepleasepleasepleas-" you playfully beg.

"Yeah, c'mon Arm', it'll be fun." Eren reasons.

"Okay, okay," Armin raises his hands in defeat. "Every time you lose a hand, something comes off, deal?"

"Deal!" You and Eren agree in unison.

You lose the first hand. And the next. Armin loses three in a row, taking off his socks and shirt. Eren loses four, stripping to only his boxers.

The thing is that it was summer, and you had worn sandals to the hangout. You didn't have two buffer losses to be used on your socks, so you were in your bra and underwear. You wish you had worn cuter underwear, but your bralette made your tits look amazing, which you reasoned made up for it.

What you don't notice at that moment is Eren and Armin's frantic exchanged glances, as Armin wiggled around trying to prevent his cock from hardening. He was lucky he still had his pants on, or it would be clear as day.

It could have been the way you were cutely sitting with your legs folded under you and your hands in your lap, accentuating your figure. Or, it could be related to the fact that Armin had harbored a crush on you for years, starting in high school and lasting through college.

All that mattered at that moment, though, was the curve of your supple thighs that Armin and Eren could practically taste, and the upward inflection of your voice when you laughed, which they both had only dreamed of hearing in a less platonic context.

Armin jumped when he looked up from his rearranging of his pants to see you staring right at him.

"Shit, you startled me," his voice grew small.

Your eyes flitted up and down his figure before a huge smile of realization creeped its way onto your face; he was getting hard!

"Armin..." you cooed, voice low and sensual; "are you..." your eyes locked onto his bulge.

"Ummmmm, uh," He stammered. "I'm... I'm sorry." He looked down.

"Don't be," You felt a familiar tingle between your legs. Whether it was flattery or plain old arousal you didn't know, but this intrigued you. More than that- you liked that he was getting hard just by seeing you in your underwear. You wanted him to be all flustered and sensitive by just looking at you; It excited you. Your next thought came bubbling up out of your subconscious like an instinct, and you immediately knew what you had to do next.

You scooted closer to him. "Armin, can I...can I see it?"

How could he resist such a polite request from such a pretty girl?

"What? Um, uh," Armin's face was beet red, and the blush was creeping down his chest. "Uh, like, d'you mean, it it?"

"Your dick." You said plainly, smiling with anticipation.

Eren looked on in entertained awe, not just at the situation, but your sudden boldness. "C'mon Armin, let's see it."

"Uhm," Armin smiled nervously. "Okay, I- I guess," He slipped his pants over his hips and his cock sprang upwards, pulling the fabric of his underwear taut. You smiled wider. He pulled them all the way off and discarded them to the side.

All of that just from seeing you? Your heart swelled with pride. You needed more.

"Can I come closer?" You earnestly awaited a response.

"Uh-" Armin glanced at Eren, before hesitantly nodding. "Mhm".

You crawled the remainder of the distance to him, keeping your eyes locked on his. Once you were in front of him, you folded your legs underneath you and looked at the bulge beneath his underwear. Not many details were visible under the fabric, but one thing was clear: he was big.

"Such a pretty cock," You muttered under your breath.

"Oh fuck," he exhaled; his dick twitching in response to your compliment.

So that's what he was in to. In hindsight, it made total sense.

You laughed sweetly. "So you're into praise, hm?"

Armin was taken aback at how quickly you figured him out, and his blush grew even deeper. "Oh, uh, I mean, I don't really kn-"

"Kiss." Eren interrupted. His voice was commanding and low- this was a side of him you hadn't seen before, but you didn't dislike it.

"Just shut up and kiss already." He cleared his throat.

Although Eren was sat about three feet away from you and Armin, his voice sounded like it was right next to you, which sent a spark of electricity to your lower stomach.

You and Armin glanced at him with surprise initially, before seeing the expression on his face. His cock was semi-hard, and his eyes were dark with lust. You looked back to Armin, whose eyes were already on your face.

You cupped his left cheek and brought your lips forward, stopping just shy of his own before closing your eyes.

A moment later, you felt him tenderly kiss your bottom lip. You reciprocated, beginning to kiss him softly. You climbed onto the edge of his lap, straddling his lower thighs, and wrapped your arms around his neck. A moment later, you felt his tongue; he was hesitant at first, but grew more confident each second that passes.

You groaned lightly.

Kissing Armin felt so fucking good; so much better than you ever would have expected. It's not like he was unattractive by any means whatsoever; in fact, he was an objectively beautiful person. You had thought about him in passing for as long as you could remember; sometimes imagining him late at night when you were alone in your room. You imagined kissing him; feeling him below you; kissing his neck; getting him hard; and making him come. But you could never let it become a full blown crush, because he was your friend. Attraction between friends is normal, you had told yourself. You just need to keep it under control. However well you managed it, you had always felt a twinge of jealously whenever he would hook up with other girls in college.

Now, you were kissing him. In real life. And it was so damn good. He kissed you like his life depended in it; like you were his one true love, and he had waited a century to taste your lips. He kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and it was making you dizzy.

A minute or two later, you were sat further up his thighs than before, your hands were in his hair, and your tongue was in his mouth. His hands moved from your waist to your hips to your thighs as he played with the soft flesh.

You two hear Eren groan, unable to stop himself from audibly expressing his arousal at the sight before him.

"God, you guys, that is so. fucking. hot." Eren breathes.

Armin groans; partially in response to Eren's confession, and partially in response to the fact that you had scooted further up on his lap, to the point where the tip of his dick was pressed nicely onto your clit through the fabric your guys' underwear. You rolled your hips once, pulling another noise from each of you.

It was like that for a little bit; you and Armin swallowing each others little noises as he guided your hips in their steady rotation, while Eren sat to the side, watching slack-jawed as he palmed his dick through his boxers. The little ball of white hot pleasure in your core was starting to increase in intensity with the friction of his cock pressing against you so nicely.

"Wait, we gotta stop, I'm- ah- i'mgonnacuminmypants," Armin manages to say in one breath, the end of which tended towards a whine. He stills your hips with his hands. You stayed on his lap for a second, clinging to him while you caught your breath.

"I guess it's my turn." You hear Eren propose. Always the problem solver.

"C'mere," Eren guides you up off of Armin's lap by your forearms and leads you to his bed. You feel his mattress pressing the back of your legs, and he lays you down gently. "Come sit, Armin."

Armin comes to sit on the bed next to you as Eren climbs on top of you, with his right knee in between your thighs, pressing against you. The friction on your clit as he moves around to settle sends a jolt of electricity from your sternum to in between your legs and makes your vision fuzzy.

"Ah," you moan softly at the stimulation.

"Already?' Eren laughs devilishly. "Armin, you really got her all hot and bothered, huh."

"Uh huh," Armin responds, sounding a bit dazed from the highly aroused state that your make-out session left him in.

"Can I kiss you?" Eren speaks lowly right up against your ear. You can feel the rumble of his chest as he does, sending another dose of arousal to swim around in your lower stomach.

"Please" You lament.

From the moment your lips meet, one thing is clear. Eren Jaeger is a damn good kisser. As a kisser, he is slightly more energetic than Armin, but not at all rough. He takes his time with you, licking and swallowing you up as you come undone beneath him. He makes you go cross eyed and limp with his magic tongue, and you feel close to coming un-fucking-touched.

One of his arms moves from beside your head and cups your waist, squeezing and kneading the skin. His knee between your legs presses so nicely up against your soaking cunt that you could cry. Or die. Or both. All that you know is that you could not possibly feel better than you do in this exact moment.

It is a couple seconds later that you are proven wrong.

"Can I play with your tit?" Eren breathes.

"Mhm" Your saccharine sweet voice slides like velvet past the ears and straight to the cocks of Eren Jaeger and Armin Arlert, leaving Armin groaning next to you two as he watches intently.

With his free hand, Eren cups your tit, massaging it and swiping his finger over your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your bralette. The sensation has you squirming and writhing beneath him, as he dips down to kiss your neck. He kisses down your neck, to your chest. Then your navel, to your belly button, to your lower stomach, before stopping.

"Can I go down on you?" Eren almost whines, his voice heavy with arousal.

"Oh god yes, please." You feel like you will explode if you are not touched soon.

"Armin, kiss her and play with her tit, hm?" Eren positions himself right in front of your pussy, placing your thighs on his shoulders. He presses his nose to the wet spot on the fabric of your underwear and inhales, before groaning and releasing a string of curses under his breath. God, you smell so fucking good, he whispers before beginning to practically make out with your throbbing cunt through your underwear.

"Oh- my- god!" You moan loudly in response to Eren hungrily licking at you. You vaguely sense Armin lean over you to kiss you, more sloppily now than before, as one of his hands snakes underneath your bra to play with your nipple.

"Let's get these off, hm?" You hear Eren say. You lift your hips in response as he slides the lime green underwear down your legs.

Armin's relentless swiping of your nipple has you dripping, and his lips on yours are making a wet, sloppy kissing noise. Which sends electricity straight to Eren's dick.

Eren runs his hands up your calf and pushes your leg up and out, kissing the crook of your knee as he does so. He squeezes the flesh of your thigh for a second, slowly making his way higher, before settling into the same position he was in before, with your legs over his shoulders and his face sitting pretty between your thighs. Armin had stopped kissing you to begin licking at your right nipple, while continuing to palm the left, giving you a clear view of Eren as he gazed at your cunt, slack jawed and breathing heavy.

Me mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out, something involving pretty and god and so fucking wet. He rested his head onto your left thigh like a pillow, while reaching out with his free hand to brush his fingers along the length of your outer labia. There was stubble, since you hadn't shaved since a couple of days prior, which heightened your sensitivity to the dragging of his fingers.

You were a moaning mess at this point; Armin's relentless stimulation of your nipples and Eren's teasing right next to where you needed him most had you choking back sobs of desperation.

"Eren, please!" You whined. You needed him to touch you and you needed it now.

You heard him chuckle and were about to reiterate before feeling him lick up through your folds, starting below your entrance and landing on top of your clit.

"You're so fucking wet," he mumbled, before beginning to lick at your clit. And it felt so indescribably amazing. You felt like you were on top of the world. On top of the universe even; you felt so good and full of white hot pleasure that you would burst if you didn't start to give some of it back. So thats what you did.

With your left hand buried in Eren's hair, your right was free to give some release to the trembling blonde boy hovering over your chest who was groaning at this point. You snaked your hand in between your bodies and down his torso until you felt him, rock fucking hard, beneath your palm.

As your hand made contact with the head of his cock he gasped, shock reverberating through his whole body. This was such a strong reaction from the smallest of touches. Seeing hearing and feeling how badly he needed you had you visibly smiling.

You began to sloppily jerk him off, and he was a blubbering mess, completely unable to do anything other than fuck himself sloppily into your hand.

Eren seemed to take notice of the blonde's reaction, quickening his tongues pace. You felt the tip of his middle finger dip into you shallowly, teasing for a moment, before going deeper. Once his knuckles were flush with your hips, he began tapping the sensitive place on your upper walls. White hot pleasure flooded your veins. This was so much better than when you did it yourself- he could reach deeper than you could, and was hitting the spot so perfectly that you knew you wouldn't last for more than a minute like this.

Everything became too much- the color in the room increased in saturation, the cacophony of sound around you- from the two boys, Eren's AC, and the street outside- became a symphony. The heat in your core climbed and climbed until it reached its peak.

You cried out in ecstasy as you came, with Eren groaning into the space between your thighs in response the sweet sound of your moans, and Armin letting some whines out as well.

You felt Armin tense up and come as well from the increased stimulation from your shifting around.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks and your legs and torso spasmed as you rode out the high- with the help of Eren, who never faltered. As the waves of pleasure began to grow less intense and further apart, Eren dipped his head up to look at your face. He looked so pretty like that, with messy hair and his mouth and nose covered in your release.

He laughed, surprised at your tear ridden cheeks. "So you're a crier huh? Or was it just that good?"

"I don't usually cry," you lament, out of breath.

Eren smiled to himself at your indirect compliment.

You turned your head to look at Armin, who had slumped down onto your shoulder.

"Was that good, Armin?" You lightly patted the top of his head.

"M-hm." He nodded lightly.

Eren sat back onto his calves, which revealed his still rock hard cock pulling the fabric of his boxers taut.

"We gotta do something about that, huh?" You quipped.

"We don't have to, its okay-" he began.

"I want to." You gazed at him through your eyelashes.

"She's right, Eren." Armin piped in. "Let us help you."

You and Armin shared a knowing glance, before sitting up.

"This is going to be a long night isn't it." Eren muttered darkly.

"Yes it is." You said as you climbed onto his lap, with Armin close behind you to watch.

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Note: Okay this was a little rushed towards the end, but it was getting way too long for one part, so I guess this is part one of the Eren x Armin x Reader Friday night fun one shot!!

Also the use of Arm as a nickname for Armin is so unserious but I thought it was hilarious.

Anywaysss hope u like!

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