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✩˚｡⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Shawty Want The Whole Team ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡✩

･˳ . ⋆ Team Starring Reiner Braun, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Connie Springer, And Floch Forster x Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

Synopsis: you and Reiner make your desires merge into one on this special night

୨୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of smut, Gangbang/group sex, 8some, bodily fluids( squirting, cum, spit, etc.), dark content!!!, dubcon!!!, Somnophilia( just a little bit, it’s consensual), marking body with marker , knife play but minor, cam recording, picture taking, reader is an gothic Bimbo who loves leopard( I heard that’s one characteristics goth bimbos have, may be incorrect though), pet names( nymph, pretty angel, strawberry whore, strawberry, bunny, doll, Bambi, etc.), dirty talking, deep throating, face fuck, getting used and you love it, all them wear ski mask which mask kink, voice kink, lipstick/lipliner meshed with lipgloss kink, triple penetration, double penetration( one or both holes), anal play( butt plugs, anal, etc.), creampies, breeding kink implied, messy face fuck( I mean it), nipple play, eren is obsessed with your boobs( small or big, doesn’t matter), let me know if I missed something!!! Wc: 7k

Minors do not interact, 18+

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: Happy No Nut November everyone. I hope you all been lasting so far because I’m hoping to break it with this fic, I hope you all have a great time reading this long waited fic and I want to apologize to the people who were really looking forward to the aot Veterans fic like this one, but I plan on doing something else for them. Anyways I’m talking too much, so thank you all for tuning in and reading my kinktober/nnn fics, much love and this is the end <33

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Staying to yourself has always been your memo. It keeps people away from you, or so you thought. You always walked throughout the hallways of your apartment with your head held high, black/brown lip liner or black lipstick on your lips with a salacious shadow attached to you. Salacious to Armin that is. Armin thought you were fucking perfect as he stared at you walking past him to get to your apartment door opposite side of his.

He stood right there with his door open for a minute as he eyed you up and down. You had your headphones on your head, listening to your music. Despite your appearance, you listened to all kinds of music. Normally people expected you to listen to only rock, metal, or alternative music. Armin smiled to himself when he heard your keys drop. He hurried to pick them up and hand them to you.

You smiled and took off your headphones, greeting him, “ Hi Armin, didn’t know you were right there, I thought you were with the others at Eren’s house for game night.”

He watched your plump lips move and nothing you said registered in his mind. He tried so hard not to lower his eyes to your pushed up boobs in your choice of clothing with black as the main color of the outfit. You had a splash of a leopard print pattern with your outfit as well. His eyes stayed on the little knife necklace in between your boobs— he noticed the knife had a vial of red liquid in the middle of it and was fascinated by it, more like making himself fascinated just so he could stare a little longer. He gave up on trying and decided to trail his eyes further down to your pudgy stomach showing through your outfit.

You were still talking and not even noticing his big blue eyes tracing your body curves/ lumps in your leopard and black outfit with a bullet belt over your lower tummy and across your hips—slanted. Your legs were covered in fishnets with stars covered over them and you had on black platform boots. You looked gorgeous in his eyes, if only Reiner hadn't gotten to you first.

You cleared your throat once you noticed him looking and giggled in your hand, “ Oh Armin, you’re gonna get in trouble with Eren for missing his game night ~” the way you stretched the word night should be considered a sinful purr. Your voice went straight to his dick and at the point in time he needed you especially as he watched you walk inside your apartment— outfit hugging your voluptuous frame. Your hips or love handles were on his mind as he imagined squeezing them into his slender fingers . He didn’t like to think of women like this, but the temptation was taking over him. He shook his head and walked ahead with nothing but you on his mind. His thoughts lasted a long time even while he was at the game night with his boys.

A few hours later, Reiner was sitting on the couch sipping his beer between his pretty ring-filled hands. He was watching Jean, Floch, and Eren argue with one another over who lost in MK1. Reiner soon felt a vibration in his pants pocket due to his phone. He took it out and looked at it— instantly turning it over on his lap and looking around to see if anyone noticed his actions and someone did: Colt.

“ What’s wrong Reiner?”, Colt said on the stool at the bar where the snacks and drinks were. Reiner looked at him and debated inside of his head if he wanted to tell him what’s actually up or make an excuse.

Reiner sighs and rubs his big, veiny hand down his face, “ Just my girl, she’s been fussing at me more than usual”.

Colt took that excuse but Porco didn’t, “ He’s lying to you, see how his ears are twitching, he’s lying. Can’t believe I know this excuse of a human better than you, Colt.” Porco had a love and hate relationship with Reiner. He thinks Reiner is tolerable sometimes and that’s enough for him to still be friends with the man.

“ Can we just drop it.”, Reiner says, unknowingly picking up his phone again to unlock and see the picture. He kept his eyes trained on the way your body sat on the bed in a doll-like position with your knees placed on the bed, legs folded behind you, and your feet connected to the fat of your ass. The lingerie you had on was totally different from what you always wear. You just had on satin black bikini underwear with a leopard-print bow on the front, your pussy outline was visible and he was thirsty for it. Gosh, he loved how fat your pussy was.

You then had on a leopard print see-through robe with black fur on the outline and as he lifted his eyes on the phone, he placed a hand over his growing bulge. Your boobs were out and your nipples were pierced as usual but this time the nipple ring was different, it was his favorite color.

Reiner was too busy admiring the picture that he didn’t hear or feel any of the men behind him. They were looking at the photo as well, instantly getting hard, each for different reasons.

Eren because of your pierced nipples and how beautiful your boobs look. Jean for how full and lucious your lips looked. The other wanted to know what they were looking at, so Armin spoke up, “ What are you guys staring at?”

Reiner suddenly snapped his head up and shut off his phone to look behind him, gasping at Eren and Jean standing behind him with Connie trying to see from behind the two.

Eren was the first to speak between the three, “ So when are you gonna share? I’ve been wanting a piece of her since lik—”

“ She’s not meat, Eren. Have some decency for once.”, Jean says, rolling his eyes with a shake of his head following.

“ Let me see dammit.”, Connie declares with a flow of desperation seeping through his voice. He wanted to see you so badly since he had a crush on you way before Reiner even got with you. Connie looked at Eren and Jean, “ one word… Selfish”.

Jean turned back to him and they started arguing with Eren joining in to say that he knows you’re not meat and how he didn’t mean it that way.

Reiner didn’t pay their bickering no mind as he thought about the conversation you had last night courtesy of Eren asking that question.

Reiner was rubbing the middle of your back as you two laid naked against each other, “ Darkest desire I have, hmm… seeing you get pounded by my friends. Every last one of us uses you, of course still pleasuring you”.

You took in a sharp inhale before looking up at him since your head was on his meaty chest, “ same desire I have but with a few kinks involved, you’re down to hear them?” Reiner looked down at you and smirked with a nod of his head in sequence.

Reiner stood up and looked around at his boys, “ Anyone know where to get a ski mask from?” The men either tilted their heads in confusion or had a glow in their eyes signifying curiosity dancing her way in the pools of color each of their eyes held.

This only led to you sleeping as you get split open in your dream. Your dream was so beautiful and hot that you wanted to sleep longer, courtesy of Reiner bullying his cock into your wet pussy in missionary style as you whisper sweet words to each other inside of your dream. You two were making love in your dream and you never wanted it to end.

Yet it ended as soon as you felt a sharp thrust inside of your already hot cunt making you scream into the cloth covering your mouth. Your eyes snapped open and you saw gold irises swimming with the intensity of salacious intent as he bullied his cock past your tight slit, “ Mmmf, ahhhn.” Your moans were muffled and Reiner loved it, but he loved the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his thick cock even more.

He bit his lips as the ski mask was starting to soak into his skin because of the sweat clouding up as he fucked you and been fucking you for 15 minutes already, more like edging himself for 15 minutes, “ oh fuck! Such a good little pussy you have. Always need you whenever I come home.”

Your eyes widened once you recognized that voice, it was your man. Reiner. Big and buff with a ski masked on his face. This was your biggest desire, too bad you couldn’t get your other desire, or so you thought.

You felt the bed dip beside you and looked around to find two other masked men, one with deep green-blue eyes and another one with big blue eyes. You started to squirm around when Reiner thrusts became more powerful, “ Mmmph. I cwnttt. Pleishhh.” Every word you tried to say came out muffled and they all loved the feeling they got. The feeling of PDI: Power, Dominance, and Imbalance.

The man with the green-blue eyes grabbed your hand and placed your long acrylic nails on his dick wrapping his hand around to guide your hand up and down his cock. Eren couldn’t believe he was finally getting a taste or feeling of you, “ Her fuckhole is taking you so well, can’t say I’m impressed though since this is what all whores do right?” Eren lips formed into a pretty smile as you looked at him with squinted eyes. “ Take cocks like this.” Eren snapped his fingers to appoint the end of his statement.

You recognized that voice and you got wetter and tightened around Reiner to which you got a slap on your pussy, “ She’s indeed a slut… tightin’ around me at the sound of - ghahh Fuck!- your v-voice”. Your clit was shaking because of that action and you were pretty sure if his big hand slapped your pussy again you were gonna squirt on this man.

Armin trailed his hands down your arm to your hand to lace his fingers with them and lifted your hand to his cock, so now there were two hands on his pulsing cock with a girth that seemed even wider than Reiner’s. He had length, but his girth was a monster.

Your panties wasn’t even torn off so that’s how you knew Reiner stood on business because he usually slides your panties off, hell he usually wakes you up as well. Hated that feeling but you loved this one. Waking up to his cock already inside of you was a dream and reality now.

Armin threw his head back as he let out a low moan, “ Fuck pretty girl, y-your hands feels so good around my cock.” You were about to cum because Armin’s words cut through you like you were a tomato. Calling you a pretty girl was your weakness.

Your pussy quivered and another guy came beside Armin with light brown eyes with gold specks in them, at least that’s what it seemed when you peered at him as you kept stroking Armin and Eren dicks with different paces for each. Eren’s cock stroked in a fast pace; straight and up and down as in comparison to Armin’s cock being stroked in a slow-twist combo.

The guy put his thumb on your clit as Reiner kissed your cervix with his cock deep inside of you. The guy rubbed in slow circles causing you to try to squeeze your legs around Reiner’s hips but two other pairs of hands snatched each leg back and out of Reiner’s reach. Your moans were louder now as you try to move up and off Reiner’s dick so your pussy can catch a break. Your pussy was so fucking wet and you heard the pussy squelching noises along with his balls slapping against your other hole. The hole you now noticed has something attached to it. It was a butt plug, specifically a bunny tail butt plug inside of you, warming you up to take their cocks in your ass. You fucking loved this feeling so damn much. The feeling of being filled in both holes.

“ Cum f’me, Baby. Let Reiner feel your first orgasm for this night. Let us hear the sweet muffled moans spilling from you like a good little slut. Tonight you’re our performer so keep us entertained baby.”, The guy with specks of gold in his light brown eyes says as he leaned over to look you directly in the eye while still thumbing your clit.

“ Fuck that! Take the blindfold off her mouth so we can really hear her. Need to hear our pretty girl moan like a brain fucked bitch in heat”., Another man holding your thighs says in a matter of fact tone. You noticed that voice as well, Porco Galliard. A man you didn’t get along with but you secretly wanted to destroy or he destroyed you. Either way, you get something out of him.

A fifth man came to plant his knees on both sides of your head, slowly taking the blind fold off. He watched your eyes closed in bliss and your mouth open in a small o. Beautiful Melodies flew out of your mouth as he stared at you with his brown eyes and face covered with a ski mask just like the rest, “ She’s a true beauty, how the fuck did Reiner score with her?”

Porco's voice was heard next as you moaned at Reiner now drilling into your pussy, “ We all ask the same question, ginger. It’s confusing but from the way he’s fucking her, you could see why.”

Colt laughed as he peered over Reiner’s shoulder to watch you just like Porco was doing, “ I never thought there will be a day you compliment Reiner, Poc.”

Reiner couldn’t listen to them when his eyes were zoomed in on the way your whimpers were growing more rapidly and the way your body shook as he was still plunging into your sobbing pussy. “ Shit, I could feel myself cumming but I need you to cum before I do baby, so cum for me. Cum for us.”

“ Ahhn, I think I’m gonn- I think I’m gonna cum. Fuck!”, Your moans were beautiful to all of their ears and as some of them watch you lift your upper body up while Reiner fucked you through your orgasm, they realize that you were perfect for Reiner, one of his types.

Connie was holding off on jerking his cock because of how in awe he was at your body and how your hands, after dropping them from stroking Eren and Armin off, were trying to push reiner away because of the overstimulation you were getting.

Reiner wanted to stop fucking you so badly so he could hold off his orgasm but he couldn’t, not when your pussy is milking his cock as she sucked him in a vice grip. You were hungry for his dick. Reiner looked down at where the two of you were connected and saw your pussy was squirting a bit on his cock whilst also creaming on his dick, still having his ski mask on with sweat overlapping on his hair and face.

“ Reiner pl-please, s’ too much for me. Ahhnnn.”, Your moans were almost pornograhic and that pushed Reiner over the edge as he snapped his hips one more time with his balls landing on the fur ball attached to your butt plug.

His dick pumped inside of you as you felt your cervix get filled with his cum. “ Shit baby! So fucking good. S’ fucking good. She’s, ughhh!” They couldn’t even make fun of him as he tried to cradle all of your body inside of his big arms with his body sweat rolling onto your body because of him holding you— pumping you full. It’s like the others were watching a porn video from the way you two were fucking each other.

Reiner was seeing stars even as he laid his head on your chest. Your hand made its way into his hair calming him down from his orgasm. You knew he was probably at his limit since average men could only cum once, but you needed more.

So, you lifted your hips up with his cock still inside of you— fucking him back to full on hard since he was beginning to get semi soft inside of your pussy. “ Need more, Rei. Need you.” You looked around at the men staring in shock and mewled out, “ need all of you.”

Reiner lifted his head up and kissed you on your lips, “ Whatever my strawberry wants, she gets. Use her how she wants guys.” He slowly pulled out of you with a full hard on now and moved out of the way for the other men to surround you now.

“ what a pretty pair of tits you have, can’t wait to suck on em’, doll.”, Eren says as he twisted your right nipple making you whimper. Most would know that Eren is a tits man. He loved boobs of all sizes and colors—yours were no different from those he loved. In fact, he would have to say they’re more beautiful to stare at instead of fucking or sucking, so he brought his phone out of his pocket and you panicked, well your eyes showed slight panic. Eren looked at Reiner, “ you wouldn’t mind if I captured her essence for later right?”

Reiner looked at you before looking back at Eren, “ Ask her, it’s her body.” It was the bare minimum but Reiner always gave you butterflies when he said anything like that. Eren clicked, “ You are so right, how could I forget that you can speak for yourself right. So I ask you, may I capture these pretty tits for later, doll?”

You gulped and slowly nodded your head. Eren smiled and whispered a sweet to himself before taking a photo of your tits but as he was doing that your eyes connected with bright hazel eyes that belonged to Connie Springer. Connie leaned down to smash his lips onto yours, tasting your spit so lovingly. His tongue inserted inside of your mouth and you moaned from that feeling alone. You reached to pump his red flushed cock causing him to hiss into your kiss, “ fuck, pretty Angel.”

You heard other belt buckles and pants unzip and knew you were about to be fucked into oblivion. Some of them kept their cargo pants on and some didn’t. Eren, Porco, and Jean kept their cargo pants or jeans on and the rest took their style of pants off, leaving them in nothing but their tattoos or piercings.

You soon felt Connie’s lips detach from yours and another pair was placed on your lips, these ones were more rougher and somehow you loved how rough they kissed you. Floch needed to see how your lips tasted and felt but it didn’t last long because Jean snatched him back to lift you up and your legs and arms wrapped around his waist and neck so tightly in fear of him dropping up.

No matter how much you weighed Jean was gonna fuck you in the air or on the wall, he didn’t care he needed to bounce you on his dick, “ You’re such a bunny. A pretty bunny. A fuck bunny so I need you to bounce on me like one, okay.” You would’ve thought it was corny if you weren’t so horny. Jean’s eyes were on you as he pushed his cock inside of your warm pussy.

You couldn’t take how long his cock was so you squeezed your eyes shut. It’s like you could feel every vein on his cock sliding inside your pussy and it felt too good, so good that tears were beginning to develop in your eyes. Jean's eyes widened and he instantly stopped himself from going in further, “ What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Do you wanna st-”

“ No.” you interrupt as he bombard you with questions of concern. “ It’s just so good, please fuck me, Jeanyy. I promise I can take it. Please.” You felt another pair of hands from behind you as they helped you take all of Jean’s cock into your wet cunt by placing hands on your shoulders to guide you down.

“ Come on, strawberry, is that all you can take, I feel like your hole is wet enough to take Jean boy. I would’ve thought a slut like you would do better than this, I’m disappointed in you, princess?”, Porco says as he wiggles the bunny tail around making you moan with your head thrown back against his body.

“ Fuck off, Porco. You’re gonna help or what?, if not get the hell out of our space.”, Jean says as he grabs your ass in between his fingers, some of the fat spilling over his fingers. Jean hated when people called him his mother’s nickname, it’s annoying when she says it even as he’s a grown adult so it was double annoying when his friends say it, especially in front of his crush he’s about to pound in a moment.

Porco knew Jean was irritated, so he smirked at him and put his head in between your shoulders to stare at Jean, “ Let me show you how to properly fuck a slut like her. You too Reiner.” Reiner scoffed and rolled his eyes at his friend.

Porco slowly took out the butt plug as he watched how your body wiggled against Jean’s dick causing him to still himself inside of your pussy in fear of cumming before you. Once the plug was out of you, Porco stroked his cock a solid two times before lining his tip against the opening of your ass. Your ass puckered in desperation of emptiness and you needed something to fill it up after being plugged up for you don’t know how long.

Porco pushed himself inside of your hole causing you to cry with more tears pouring down your eyes, your mascara falling down your eyes. You knew you should’ve taken off the remaining of your makeup but you fell asleep right after masturbating to Reiner because of his reaction to the picture you sent.

Once Porco got himself past the tight ring of muscle, he slowly felt you relax as he gave you time to adjust to him and Jean being inside of you at the same time.

You whined as your hands were placed on Jean’s chest, “ Wan’ more. Please treat me like a slut, fuck me like a whore.” Jean smashed his lips onto yours as both him and Porco began to move in sync. Both hissing at the feeling of your pussy and ass welcoming them in like it’s a home for them.

“ Fuck princess, you’re sucking my dick into this precious little hole of yours, wish we can- fuck!- take as long as we want but we can’t when you have other wolves to feed as well.”, Porco says as he slides more of himself inside of you as he was still fucking into you, getting you to take all of his thick dick inside of your ass.

When Jean moved in, Porco moved out and you were in heaven because the feeling of being stuffed in both ends was a beautiful feeling to you, so beautiful that you couldn’t help but to babble, “ mmph, mmm, keep fucking me like this.” They both sped up with Louis pants and groans following. The sound of balls slapping against your skin and their each other balls were heard as they quickened their pace.

“ Shit bunny, you’re bouncing on my cock so well, fuck! Such a good little bunny for me.”, Jean moans into your neck prior to sucking on it as he rolls his hips into your pelvis. The loud smacks from their bodies were addictive to the rest of the men who stroked themselves to the scene in front of them.

Crazily enough, Porco liked the feeling of being inside of your ass, especially when his cock rubbed against Jean’s adding more pleasure to his fuck. Jean felt the same, only a wall stopping them from being in the same hole.

“ M’gonna, Uhhnnn, Je-annnn. Por-coooo.” The moans that came out of your mouth set them ablaze and so they fucked your even harder chasing their own orgasms not knowing that you already came onto their dicks with no hesitation, “ Yesssss, fuck me. Fuck me. You're fuc-ckingg me sooo goodd.” Your legs were tightly gripping onto jeans waist causing him to stiffen himself and cum deep into your pussy with a loud moan of your name. Reiner watched the whole thing with envy and lust. Specifically envy when Jean came inside of you and Porco followed after with a loud groan of your name.

When your body went limp inside of their arms, they both pant before sliding out of you with their cum dripping out of you and onto the floor. The others watched and whispered different things.

Porco slapped your ass and kissed your ear, “ Thank you for the ride, slut. Gotta use that mouth next time since that’s what you’re best at running.”

Your legs were still shaking and you couldn’t even register his words, but you felt the slap on your ass and you moaned. Jean had to take the ski mask off because he was sweating nonstop, he threw it behind him and took your mouth against his in hunger. In between the kisses he muttered a thank you prior to walking you to the bed with his arms around your body. Jean turned you around to place you on a body laying on the bed already, “ You took them like a champ, doll. And you looked so pretty while they took you, so will you be able to handle me, Armin, and Connie as well?”

Your pussy visibly clenched in Armin’s view as he stood behind you and when you did it, a little cum dripped down your pussy to land on Eren’s pants. Armin let out a shaken breath and placed his hands on your ass to spread you apart. You were about to look back to see who it was, but Connie took your hair and yanked back on whatever hairstyle you had making you wince, “ Ah ah Ah, nope, nuh uh, focus only on me, pretty Angel. Need all of your attention on me as I fuck your pretty face. Couldn’t wait to have you like this so I’m not gonna waste any more.” Connie slammed his cock inside of your mouth making you take all of his cock in his mouth, “ Shit! time.” He finished off his sentence at the same time your choking was heard.

Your black lip liner meshed into your lipgloss or black lipstick was starting to have marks on Connie’s dick and he loved the little black rings forming on his cock as he drove his dick back and forth in your mouth. Eren sucked on one of your boobs swinging in his face at the same time he felt Armin grab his dick to help him inside of your tight and warm pussy. Eren let out a moan with your nipple in his mouth and the vibrations went straight to your core allowing him to push himself more inside because of you opening up to him just a little bit.

Once Armin slid inside of your pussy, he let out a loud whimper shocking himself and everyone around him. Colt patted his back as he stood on the side of him wanting to feel you wrapped around his dick as well.

Feeling both of their cocks inside of the same hole was too much for you but it felt good, a weird good. “ mmmpfff, mmmm!” Your moans were vibrating on Connie’s cock which now just sat inside of your mouth, he was giving you time to adjust to both Armin and Eren inside of you at once.

Tears were escaping your eyes even more due to the pain of the stretch happening by Armin’s cock slowly moving in and out of your pussy. He finally had the chance to move more when you started to get wetter and a bit loose for him and Eren. Doesn’t mean your pussy didn’t still take the shape of his and his best friend's cocks. “ You’re doing so well, Pretty Bambi. So well for me and Eren. Now will you allow one more?”

You squirmed in anticipation at the feeling of being filled by four cocks whether they were in the same hole or not. You felt feet positioned themselves on the side of your body as you desperately heard Eren slurping sounds on your tits just as much as you felt his warm saliva covering your nipples like icing on a cake. It was like he was trying to suck some milk out of them from how hard the sucking sounds were heard.

“ Not being nice with her like you three are, so take this you pretty nymph.”, Floch says with his dick moving inside of your asshole, making you take all of his dick which was surprisingly big enough to fill your greedy hole. Once they saw your head snap back after popping Connie’s dick out of your mouth with a moan following they knew they were gonna have so much fun.

Connie looked down at you as he tried to balance himself on the moving bed that was moving back and forth. He looked at your face and his eyes brightened up at the image of you taking dicks after dicks inside of you, so bad he needed to capture this moment forever, “ Reiner, give me your camera. Need everyone to know this pretty succubus name.”

Reiner stood up with the camera that always sat on the book shelf and handed it to Connie before kissing your cheek, “ Having fun, strawberry?” You couldn’t form words at the moment because you were too fucked out. Nothing but small cries and they’re groaning and moans synced into one were heard. Some grunts were heard around the room.

Reiner chuckled as Connie angled the camera at your face with his ski mask still on, in fact all of them except Jean had theirs still on. Connie pressed record and recorded your moans as you looked down into Eren’s eyes, “ Fuck she’s taking all three of them so fucking well, a true Nymph.”

Jean chimed in, “ Slut.”

Porco next, “ Whore.”

And finally Colt was next, “ She’s incredible, insatiable.”

“ Dude can’t you be mean for once in your life, you’re fucking up the video.”, Connie says as he looks at Colt off the video. You could hear Reiner chuckling at the comment.

“ Leave Colt alone, Connie. He’s a sweetheart. A lover boy.”, Reiner says as he tweaked your nipples while he had one knee on the bed studying you as you took three cocks inside of you at the same time.

“ nnghhh, I don’t think.. hahh. I don’t think I’m gonna hold awnnn.”, You moaned as Armin’s and Eren’s cocks synced into you with rhythm, as Eren moved in, Armin swirled his hips to move out and this repeated. You had no idea Armin could fuck like this but he’s fucking you with much more rhythm than you expect.

Meanwhile Floch was on top of you and Eren drilling into your ass until he had to cum and he pulled out before that to get down, “ Fuck, she’s so fucking… ughhh I was about to cum but that’s not where I want to cum.”

Once Floch moved out the way Armin could move how he wanted. He held your hips and started to speed his thrusting up, fluently and rapidly. His thrust was matching Eren’s. “ Shit, Bambi, I can’t hold on either. Wanna cum deep inside of you. Hahhh!” Armin’s nickname and moans were getting to you and you needed to put something in your mouth before you suddenly start babbling out things you don’t mean.

Eren told Armin to stop for a second and positioned both of you down a bit off the bed and after that, he signaled Armin to go. They both started to thrust inside of your now stretched out hole and you latched your lips around Connie’s tip making him shudder and stagger a bit, he was caught off guard and anyone who watched the video back would see how he was caught off guard due to the shaking of the camera.

Eren’s balls were slapping against Armins and it added onto him pounding into your soft spot over and over “Fuck, doll. Fuck! Fuck! I swear to God I’m gonna cum inside of her Reiner, I don’t care about anything but cumming inside of this amazing pussy. How does she feels Armin? I know you’re close as well, I can feel you pumping against me.”

Armin couldn’t even think or talk, your pussy was too good to even form sentences so he let out a low moan followed by a yeah. Eren knew his friend was pussy drunk, hell he was too if he’s talking about practically putting a baby in her.

The squelching sounds became louder and soon they both felt liquid squirting on their cocks as you tried so desperately to get away from everyone because the pleasure was becoming too much but at the same time you didn’t want it to end.

“ She’s fucking squirting on us, fuck it. M’cummin.”, Eren says as he pushes more of himself into you to cum inside of your pussy. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head as Connie recorded your mouth swallowing his dick all the way down your throat with loud gags following.

Armin was next and he came a bit inside of you by accident before pulling out and finishing on your ass with sweat covering his body just as much as sweat was covering Eren’s. “ Shit. I can- I can’t Bambi, you are taking us so well and allowing me to finish on this perfect ass of yours like a good girl.”

Connie's head snapped up since his head was thrown back because of the head you were giving him. He suddenly snatched your head down to the base of his dick with your nose pressed into his semi-shaved grey hair. He tried to ignore the sounds of you choking and sucking on his dick so good and pointed the camera to Armin, “ Woah, little Armi…” Connie got sidetracked, “ hahhh~ fuck pretty Angel, your throat is amazing. Can’t believe you kept this all to yourself Reiner. Anyways, back to you Armin, you grew up.” Your hands came up to Connie’s thighs to tap him so you could breathe since you have been swallowing his dick so long, “ Oh sorry, pretty Angel, let me let you breathe.” He snatched your hair back to let you breathe again and you let out a loud sigh, coughs were in sequence.

Spit dripped down his cock, your chin, and tits. Eren thankfully moved his head to the right when he saw spit was dripping down your body and was about to move to his ski mask. You felt so messy and full as Eren slid out of you with his cum dripping down your pussy. “ Mmmgh, I feel so full.”

“ Good, you’re about to be even fuller and messier.”, Floch says as he grabs you off Eren to drag you by the arm to the couch in the room. He pushed you down and ripped the remaining of your clothes off and you swore you were never turned on by Floch before, but you are now. He snatched half of your body off the small couch and turned to Connie and then turned to Colt, “ You two are gonna fuck her or should I?”

Reiner wanted to say that you had enough but the way you were staring at Connie’s dick told him to shut the hell up. It’s your desire and his desire coming together as one in this night so of course both of you are gonna enjoy it even more.

Connie stalked over to you like a predator, he needed to feel your pussy around his cock, so he positioned himself in between your legs and tapped his now moist dick on your cream filled pussy, “ Fuck, you’re such a pretty slut man, it’s scary to know that I won’t find someone like you. A dedicated slut. Let me give you a reward for swallowing my dick. That’s cool with you right?”

You whimpered as you sat up on your elbows, “ fuck me, con’. Want you to make me a mess, messier than I already am. All three of you.” As you end that last sentence, you stare at the other two men standing around you. You then stared at the camera, licking your messy lips, your lipstick or lipgloss was over the area your lips were and your mascara ran down your face. You actually looked like a whore, a pretty and classic whore.

Connie had enough and shoved the camera in Reiner’s hands before properly laying you down on the couch, “ Let’s give the pretty slut what she wants. You two could take anything but her pussy. That’s all mine for now.”

Reiner recorded all three of you whilst stroking his dick just like the rest. They watched as Floch got on top of you to grab your tits to fuck them with his cock, something Eren would gladly do if they got this opportunity again. One of their phones was ringing but they could care less because all of their focus was on you being used like a slut. Colt had put his body a little bit up toward your neck to fuck into your mouth, so he wasn’t that far from Floch as he lifted your tits up and down on his cock.

“ Shit, this bitch tits are fucking amazing. Fuck!”, Floch moaned as his spit coated his cock and in between your tits so wonderfully. It caused him to move with speed.

Connie gripped your hips and thrusted into your pussy like you were his flesh light. He was in love with your pussy because it was still tight around his dick, “ shit, her pussy is amazing. Tits as well but her pussy is- uughnn- even more amazing. It’s still so tight after taking so much cock. It’s not too tight but it’s just- mmmph- right.”

You were too busy getting your throat fucked by Colt to say thank you. His cock was so long and a bit skinny but it was still long. So when he thrusted in your mouth you automatically choke because it’s too much for your throat. You were in love with how gentle he was fucking your throat, “ Ahhn, she’s swirling her tongue under my cock e-e-everytime it goes in. It feels so fucking good. So this and her prettiness and personality is amazing.”

“ Relax Colt, it seems like you’re tryna take my girl.”, Reiner says behind the camera, getting chuckles and laughs from the guys.

Colt panicked and you saw he was about to apologize, so you locked your jaws around his cock causing him to throw his head back. He now started to thrust in your mouth like there’s no tomorrow. Spit was forming around his dick and around the base of his cock. Snot was beginning form when your tears poured down your eyes from how his dick was going in and out of your throat creating throat bulges he couldn’t see, but you could feel them.

You squirm when you feel something cold and pointy near your stomach. You felt another presence and heard Reiner’s voice, “ My strawberry loves the thought of being used by men in ski masks. She liked to be fucked senseless and treated like a flashlight by men in ski mask.. tsk.. tsk… tsk, what a dirty slut you are. She especially likes when you threaten her with a good time and her special tools. Isn’t that right, my little strawberry whore?” You tried to lift your head to talk but Colt wasn’t letting up as he wiped the sweat off your forehead as an apology.

You didn’t mind but Reiner still wanted to taunt you as he circled the sharp silver knife he got from the table next to the couch around your navel, “ My bad, I forgot you couldn’t speak.”

You moaned against Colts cock when you felt the knife lowering to your vagina but not touching it at all. Connie didn’t know how to take this new information, yet he knew one thing, he was turned on. So Connie placed a thumb over your clit and as soon as he did one rub, you squirted on him which made him cum inside you unintentionally, or was it?

Connie grunted out his moans, “ fucking shit, this fucking ahahhhhh.” He couldn’t form a sentence and he never couldn’t form a sentence, not even when he was inside of his ex-girlfriend's pussy. You were what he wanted and needed, he’s sure all of them felt the same.

Floch was now fucking roughly into your tits and he soon came on your chest and neck since he was a long cum shooter. “ Perfect. Fucking perfect!”

Reiner recorded everything and came on the open space on your tummy with a loud groan. “ Such a pretty baby doll you are, letting my friends use you and get off to you. Ohhhh.” He stroked his cock even more to free himself of all the cum that needed to come out.

Colt was last and when he came inside of your mouth your tears and snot was running down your face. Colt didn’t even mind that, if anything he thinks you looked more beautiful because in his mind he caused this and he was a proud man, “ So- Aah- so pretty.”

Reiner captured everything and when Colt pulled out he positioned the camera in your face at the same time Eren gave him the marker he picked up from your dresser. Reiner let Colt get up and positioned the camera on your body and then your face. He took the cap off the marker with his mouth and threw it behind him. He then wrote “ Pretty Bambi”, “ Angel face”, “ Strawberry whore”, “ Pretty girl”, “ Whore”, and “ Doll” on your upper body.

Once he was done writing it, you finally calmed down from your high and looked at the camera. Reiner wiped the snot off your nose and onto a towel they brought out the bathroom to wipe you down, “ Tell the camera who the pretty slut of the night is.”

You smiled and gargled around Colt’s cum into your mouth before finally swallowing it and letting out a loud breath, “ I’m { reader’s name}, nice to meet ya.”

Reiner smiled and pecked your lips, “ Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

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enretrogue · 2 months

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𝗙𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Multi-Character

Window Shopping (Connie Springer +. Ryomen Sukuna) — @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

Threesome (Connie Springer + Onyankopon) — @merakidoll ༝༚༝༚

Tryna Threeway With His Roomie (Jean Kirstein + Connie Springer) — @honeybleed

On Valentine’s Day (Jean Kirstein +Porco Galliard) — @shepnicolo

Double Penetration (Reiner Braun + Zeke Jaeger) — @nekomacheercaptain

Double the Fun (Eren Jaeger + Reiner Braun) — @daisynik7

Drift King (Eren Jaeger + Ryomen Sukuna) — @s-sugustar ༝༚༝༚

Connie Springer

“Make It Fit”!Connie — @nysrage ༝༚༝༚

Midnight Snack — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Messages w/ Bestfriend!Connie — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

When Connie First Saw You, He Knew You Were The One — ^ ༝༚༝༚

24/7 — @ayeyolooo ༝༚༝༚

He Fucks the Attitude Out of You — @kyunzin ༝༚༝༚

Let Me Get A Taste — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Connie Meets Y/N’s Doggy — @cindol ༝༚༝༚

Ears Pierced — @rissouu ༝༚༝༚

Some Help — @nininikki ༝༚༝༚

Soft Thug ⎢ Part 2 — @klipkillakai ༝༚༝༚

Forgotten — @spliffymae

Nobody Else, Nothing Else — @rrenzwrld ༝༚༝༚

Eren Jaeger (Yeager)

Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy! — @merakidoll ༝༚༝༚

Jean Kirstein (Kirschtein)

Plug!Jean — @rissouu ༝༚༝༚

Texts w/ Plug!Jean — ^ ༝༚༝༚

I’m Thinkin’ Bout Wifin’ You — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Late Night Drives — @jeanboyjean

All Mine — @planeteroticaaa

The Way Things Go — @plutoccult

Someday — @kingkonoha

Jean Covering His Ears — @shunsuis

DILF!Jean — @jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd

Stupid Gifts and a New Milestone — @sleepingpillscosmos

Now Playing At The Video Store — @mochimooon

Onyankopon

4 Your Eyes Only — @nysrage ༝༚༝༚

The House Party — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Rollin’ To Love — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Just Me Loving You — @s-sugustar ༝༚༝༚

Mutuals — @anucalor ༝༚༝༚

Smutty Blurb — @katsukis-lilbunnywhore ༝༚༝༚

Reiner Braun

Tutoring Jock!Reiner — @mommypieck

Reiner Fucking Your Wrist — ^

Headpats, please? — @erwinsmithsmissingleftarm

NSFW Alphabet — ^

Eye Contact — @love-fictional-ppl

Gingerbread Sweet — @amywritesthings

Sugar Daddy Reiner — @agusrkive

BLEACH:

Multi-Character:

Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store HCs (Kensei, Renji, Byakuya, Grimmjow, Ichigo) — @dreadsuitsamus

Byakuya Kuchiki

Bella Notte — @sashi-ya

Valentine’s Event — @actuallysaiyan

“Unwanted” Matrimony” — @tojiscumdumpster ༝༚༝༚

Renji Abarai

Knockout — @tojiscumdumpster ༝༚༝༚

THE GRAY MAN:

Court Gentry/Sierra Six

He a Creature — @ryanclutched

Alone Together — @ken-dom

NARUTO:

Multi-Character

“Thank you for the flowers” Prank (Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kakashi) — @kingkonoha

Out of My Mind ⎢ Ch. 2 ⎢ Ch. 3 ⎢ Ch. 4 (Neji Hyuga + Shikamaru Nara) — @hyuganejiswife

Shikamaru Nara

One Night — @kingkonoha

Boy’s Night — @galaxychaos78

Kinktober Day 21: Squirting — @actuallysaiyan

Shikamaru w/ a Busty Reader HCs — @chocolatetheoristcloud

Night In — @jodrawssmut

Alone — @nanamimizz

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savkirschtein · 1 month

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ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

modern college au

Jean Kirstein x f!reader

warnings: literally just Jean being infatuated with you…that’s it. College party. Mentions of alcohol, making out, drunkenness, slight stalking.

You were someone who kept to yourself often, not in the sense that you were particularly shy, but it was more so you liked to keep your circle of friends small. It kept your friendships easy to manage, and easy to keep up with. But for your childhood best friend Sasha, that was not the case, what so ever.

Queenie had friends, acquaintances, and plugs, EVERYWHERE.

You and Sasha only got to see each other every once in a while when she was able to come home, due to the fact that she moved away and was enrolled at SSU (Shiganshina University). Meanwhile you, because of some money issues, along with a sprinkle of poorly made decisions in Highschool went straight into Community College after graduating.

The distance was never a problem though, you guys would call each other all the time. And she would keep you up to date on all the crazy things she would be doing, along with all the friends she had made.

Always talking about the same three dudes Connie, Marco, and Jean. Whom she quickly befriended in one of her communications classes.

When you had told her you were going to be able to transfer early, and be enrolled into SSU, she absolutely flipped. So thrilled that her best friend would be able to join and experience all the craziness with her. Talking up and down about how you're going to fit in great with her newfound friends.

You enjoyed hearing all the insane things that she did with them. And more than anything, loved how clearly happy they seemed to make her. As well as how well they treated Sasha (having been skeptical of three guys and their intentions with your best friend). Those feelings quickly being put to rest after Sasha's dozens of stories of them and their many escapades in which they've had to take care of Sasha after one too many drinks.

Learning all of their names and all of their quirks came easy with how much she was around them, and how much she talked of them with you.

Watching from a distance you were able to see some of those moments she would gush about, play out due to Sasha posting on her social medias. Whether it be pictures on Instagram, or videos she would share on her private story on Snapchat.

From those small snip bits that she would share though, someone always seemed to catch your eye. The tall, lean, hot headed one, with the ash brown mullet, always yelling at Sasha and Connie in her snaps.

Jean. Your best friend said his name was.

Sasha talked about the three guys all of the time, and from what she would tell you about Jean, he seemed like a cool guy.

An art major, on the Uni Lacrosse team, who was hot-headed, hilarious, and spontaneous. Stoic exterior but has a heart of gold on the inside…well at least from what you heard from Sasha. Though you didn't know him personally, you had a slight interest to him already.

But what you didn’t know was that slight interest went both ways.

Sasha talked about you ALL. THE. TIME. Not that the boys minded, it was cool to them that she had a loyal best friend, who has stuck around through all of her phases, through all of the years, like you. And as her best friends it clearly meant a lot to Sasha for them to know about you.

And when she did talk of you, she spoke of you, holding you in such high regards. Talking about how hilarious you were, or about how you were one of the most down to earth and genuine people she knew. Hearing how great of a person you were through Sasha, along with the memories she shared, made Jean’s interest in you pique.

Jean felt like he knew you personally with how much he had heard about you. When he and Sasha became friends, he had only ever seen a few old picture of you two, which was from when you guys graduated highschool and some from Sasha’s 18th birthday on her instagram. But other than that not much else, and even if he did want to just check your profile, for science of course, you were private.

And he felt it would be odd and cause a stir of him to ask Sasha to look at her profile, especially since Connie and Marco didn't have such an interest in you to go out of their ways to do the same. Jean felt it would arise questions, which he would much rather dodge rather than succumbing to his own curiosity.

Until Sasha had come back after break from home, and showed him, Connie, and Marco a video of you cussing out, and roasting the shit out of a man. Who was unsolicitedly hitting on another one of your good friends, and making her uncomfortable. Taken when you guys were out, celebrating your birthday at a bar in your guys' hometown.

And for some reason that video had him hooked. From your witty and cunning remarks to the pervert hitting on your friend. To how beautiful you looked in the short, black, satin dress that adorned your body perfectly. Along with how attractive it was that you were so protective of your friends.

And from the pictures Sasha posted from that night of you guys afterwards??? Good lord, Jean went on a little bit of an adventure looking through your instagram account and your pictures after seeing you changed your account to a public one afterwards.

To have a more clear face to put to the person he had heard of so often made him all the more curious to meet you in person. Especially after Sash had finally told him and the other guys that you would be transferring soon.

When you had managed to move into your own small studio apartment just a walk away from the university, Sasha was there already to help you unpack and decorate.

"Give me one reason right now, as to why I SHOULDN’T gauge your eyes out." Sasha holds up an old picture in a plain white frame, from you both on your eighth grade promotion, holding up your diplomas, arms around each other's shoulders. Sasha unfortunately in the picture caught mid sneeze, with you smiling big and bright under her arm.

"It's the only picture I have from that day." You laugh, rolling your eyes at her. Wiping excess dust on the back of your jeans, from the boxes you carried, watching her fake gagging at the precious momento.

"So its your first night as an SSU student..." Sasha tiptoes timidly in her voice, eager to talk about anything else. Then hanging the framed picture on the naked wall. But from the tone in her voice you could tell she was going to try and convince you to do something you probably didn't want to.

"Sash-"

"NOW BEFORE YOU SHUT ME DOWN, THIS COMES WITH A SASHA MADE BREAKFAST AND DINNER INCLUDED." She is quick to cut you off before you can shut her down. You only nod at her with your arms crossed, waiting for her to continue. Slightly influenced at the offer already.

"Well...plead your case then."

"There is a party tonight that I was invited to, and..."

"And you want me to go?" You raise your eyebrow.

"IT WILL BE A DOPE PARTY I-"

"Let’s go then." You say nonchalantly, making Sasha go wide eyed and start screaming in excitement as she shook your shoulders.

From there Sasha had gone to her own apartment to get ready after helping you pick out an outfit, leaving you on your own to go through your own getting ready routine. Picking out jewelry and putting on makeup.

As you were finishing up you get a last minute text from her.

Sash👩‍❤️‍👩: IM SO SORRY BB, I HAVE TO HEAD TO THE PARTY NOW I HAVE TO CHECK ON CONNIE, MARCO SAID HE PREGAMED A LIL TOO HARD

Sash👩‍❤️‍👩: will you be okay showing up on your own? i have absolutely no problem coming back to pick you up!

After reassuring her multiple times over text, and even more over Facetime that you would be fine, you then leave your apartment on your own.

Following the gps’ directions, you eventually pull up to the packed house with blaring music coming from the inside, people scattered on the outside lawn and packed on the inside.

As you enter you smile at what was laid out before you. The craziness of college life in university was everything Sasha described it to be.

Drunken students letting loose and dancing everywhere. Cheering to more drinks as they hold up their red solo cups. People making out left and right, living every second up before the sun rises that would return them back to their stressful lives as broke college students who had unknown futures.

This aspect of college is what you weren't able to experience fresh out of highschool due to going to a CC. Seeing Sasha get to experience it all and have fun doing it made you so happy for her. But you couldn’t help but feel as if you were missing out on a crucial part of what life is supposed to be as a young adult. And to just stand in the middle of it made it all so real and raw, this was definitely an experience that has been missing all along.

You were so caught up in everything happening around you, that you couldn't feel someone’s eyes burning into your presence from afar.

As soon as you entered the front door, you caught Jean's eye immediately.

The chaos of the party and the people around him subsided. The alcohol clouding his judgement having him buzzed had disappeared, and the sight of you sobered him up immediately. You were really here in the flesh. And looked as beautiful as ever, starry eyed wonder and excitement filling your aura and the space you took up as you were people watching. It only made him hope to be able to catch your attention.

When you had began to weave your way through people, Jean's feet that had him stuck just watching you, immediately uprooted from his place to follow you.

As you were making your way through the house, which was seemingly so much bigger than it looked on the outside, trying to the best of your ability to look for Sasha, you see that you had only reached another dead end.

When you turn around to retrace your steps, your face is immediately met with a warm and hard surface. Your senses begin to be flooded with scents of vanilla, spicy sandalwood, and a note of beer. With hot hands meeting you at your elbows, to steady you from tripping.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry." You say quickly, without taking into account the stranger who you had just ran into. Just as your about to continue your search for Sasha, you feel that the stranger doesn't let you go right away.

Craning your head upwards, you’re met with the eyes of you had just ran into. Taking in light brown orbs with gold inflects of a tall stranger that you immediately recognize to unmistakably be, Jean.

"No that was my bad, are you okay?" He begins searching your eyes genuinely. When his hands drop from your elbows, you relish in whatever warmth was left.

"Oh no I'm alright, are you good?" You ask in return, looking right into his bright eyes, taking note of his beautifully long dark brown lashes. Not at all noticing the tint of pink painting his nose, or how red his ears were turning.

For a moment he doesn't even answer, he just shamelessly looks at you. The buzz giving him more confidence than he would like to admit. Taking in your features, noting in his head how the videos Sasha had shown of you doesn't do nearly as much justice to how breathtaking you are in person. Every picture he had seen of you didn’t capture the amount of beauty you held right in front of him, in this moment.

His eyes travel down your body, looking at how your outfit and your style complimented your figure perfectly. Or how your hair falls and frames your face perfectly, tempting him for a second to reach out and tuck the stray piece behind your ear.

And for a split second you do the same as well, taking note of his perfectly messy mullet, to the silver chain that adorned his neck, and the variety of silver rings, and earrings on his hands and ears. Bringing his outfit of a tight white shirt, and clean cut, black collared Carthartt jacket together. Although the jacket is slightly bigger, you can tell right away how well built he was. From his broad shoulders, or his chest puffing out from his white shirt.

Damn those videos and pictures of him really don't do him justice to him in person.

As you both stand in the middle of the uncrowded hallway, you completely forget where you are and what you were here for. With the lights going into a blur, the loud music fading out, and the only thing you can focus on was him. Almost as if your attention to him was keeping a grip on you to the floor beneath you instead of gravity. And for a split second looking into his fiery eyes, you swear he felt the same?

"I-I'm-" You stutter, trying to rid yourself of the warmth, and the butterflies flooding your stomach. But before you could even collect your words—

"You're Y/N." He finishes your shy introduction for you, revealing his perfectly aligned teeth in a smirk. Noticing your cheeks begin to blush hues of red. In return making him nervous, he then reaches his hand clumsily out to you to shake.

“I’m—” Taking his much larger hand into yours, with his slender fingers wrapping around your hand. Feeling a variety of rings graze the inside of your palm.

“Jean…” You finish his introduction, as he did you. Which now it was his turn to be shy..so you knew about him too? Just as he was about to speak again, you’re both knocked out of your daze. Literally.

“AGHHH YOU’RE HEREEE!!” Sasha tugs you into a tight embrace, as if she didn’t just see you over two hours ago. The force of her hug making you and Jean let go of each other’s hands. With two tall figures at her side watching her excitement with fond smiles on their faces. One of them then stepping forward after Sash had finally let you go.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Marco.” The tall freckled cutie in the cream t-shirt and brown flannel speaks up. Then stepping forward bashfully, reaching out to shake your hand gently.

As you finish shaking his hand, you avert your attention to the slightly shorter male. Orange fisherman beaning on his head, with a slightly outgrown fade peaking from underneath, wearing an army green crew neck, and silver chain and studs. Whom you immediately recognize to be Sasha’s accomplice.

“You didn’t tell me she was THIS fine in person Sash.” Connie shamelessly checks you out, which earns him a flick to his forehead from Sasha. And a smack upside the back of his head from Jean. Making Marco laugh behind you. While you giggle as well watching the group dynamic.

“WELL seems like you and Jean met already.” Your best friend grins, glad to see that both and Jean seemed to have gotten off on the right foot already. Making you and the semi-stranger look back at each other. Zoning in on him again, as he does you. Exchanging small smiles and nods.

“Well I hope he didn’t annoy you, or leave a bad impression.” Sasha cuts the tension once more unknowingly. Making Jean feel slightly more embarrassed with her choice of words.

“Yeah he can be a bit of an ass sometimes Y/N, so you just gotta be prepared for that.” Connie adds on, just to get a rise out of Jean. Then receiving a glare from him, and a snort out of Marco.

“I swear you two—” Jean despite his flustered state, was still ready to chew out his two knuckle head friends by instinct, before getting cut off.

“I mean he did kind of save me from tripping and eating shit at my first college party so, I’d say he’s alright.” You speak out with a small nod, making Jean’s eyes soften and his voice go quiet, as his full attention reverts to you. His once furrowed brows now relaxed with an airy chuckle coming out. He scratches the back of his neck before hitting you back with a response.

“Well you are pretty “alright” yourself.” Jean retorts, quoting you with his finger quotation marks. Careless and relaxed expression on his face as he only focuses on you. Not breaking eye contact even for a second or letting his smile fall from his face.

His three best friends are quick to take note at how Jean’s demeanor changed at your voice and within your little exchange.

Sasha though being a woman for one, and both of your best friends for two, was able to read you both immediately. Your small shy nods, the way your voice hitched up a small pitch signaling that you were nervous. Jean, trying his best to not look like he had a stick up his ass, the way he scratched his neck.

Of course it could just be coincidence, but Sasha and her bestie intuition never fails.

“Let’s go back I heard they’re about to do beer pong.” Sasha exclaims as she loops her arm with your own, walking before the boys down the hall. Trying to snatch you away in hopes of a bit of debriefing.

Jean is about to catch up, before Marco and Connie pull him back, both giving him knowing looks. He only answers with furrowed brows, waiting for his friends to answer as to why they’re holding him up.

“…you think she’s cute huh.” Connie teases, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek, with his arms crossed to his chest. Marco knowing his best friend well enough, doesn’t even need to say anything to know that Connie wasn’t far off the mark.

“W-What? The hell are you two talking about? We barely just met her.” Jean very quickly responds. Defensive in his tone, a little TOO defensive if you ask. Marco only lets out a small chuckle through his nose because his best friend’s response only proved the theory correct.

“She’s just a friend of a friend. You both are on one. seriously.” Jean pushes past his best friends, quick to brush them off and leave this interrogation behind. All to prevent getting pressed any further with any other RIDICULOUS accusations.

Marco and Connie stand in the hall watching their friend stock off and rush downstairs. Looking back at each other, they both laugh as they haven’t seen Jean act this way in a while.

But really Jean was also trying to do anything to avoid his red ears being seen. As well as get his loudly thumping heart out of earshot from anyone. Swearing that the pounding in his ears from his heart would be able to be heard outwardly by anyone with ears.

You were just a friend of a friend. He had barely just met you in person for the first time. And yet here he was running off at the first signs of being caught in the act of crushing like a school kid.

#aot modern au #attack on titan headcanons #savkirschtein #aot college au #jean x reader #jean imagines #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer #sasha braus #marco bodt #aot fluff #aot imagines #aot x reader

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shawtuzi · 1 year

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“i told you, you better stay prayed up. you never thought the universe would be looking for…revenge”

alexis | twenty | black | nov scorpio | eren and abby’s pretty gf

before clicking any further my blog is 18+ and all my writing is nsfw!!! any minors or blank blogs that interact will be blocked with quickness <33 now that that’s out of the way pls enjoy my writing!!! also this is not a democracy any comment i don’t like will simply be deleted as well any hate in my inbox xoxo

attack on titan ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

eren yeager

peaches and coconut + peaches and coconut pt 2 ft jean kirstein

peaches and coconut drabble #1 (eren teaches reader how to masturbate)

peaches and coconut drabble #2 (eren and reader have sex in the bathroom during a church service)

peaches and coconut drabble #3 (eren and reader have high sex in his car)

basketball player!eren x chubby!reader fic

basketball player!eren x chubby!reader pt 2

plug eren hc’s #1, #2

plug!eren drabble #1 (eren fucks readers mouth w his glock)

plug!eren drabble #2 (eren pulls his glock out on someone while he’s w reader)

plug!eren drabble #3 (reader sucks eren off while his glock is pointed at her head + reiner cameo)

plug!eren #4 (eren and reader discuss his hair length before having nasty sex)

plug!eren drabble #5 (reader is craving skin to skin contact and eren helps)

aftercare w plug!eren

nerd!reader x eren drabble #1

nerd!reader x eren drabble #2

jailbird!eren drabble

toxic baby daddy eren fic

mma fighter!eren drabble

childhood best friend eren fic

aot boys squirting hc’s

rough sex w eren drabble

ceo!eren fic

nerd!eren x nerd!reader fic

eren eating pussy w grills in

sex w toxic bf!eren

nerd!eren drabble #1 (eren has a big dick)

nerd!eren drabble #2 (eren’s first bj)

nerd!eren drabble #3 (eren cums a lot and loves to be overstimulated)

nerd!eren hc’s

oral fixation drabble

incubus!eren drabble

actor!eren x playmate!reader

jean kirstein

raw

aot boys squirting hc’s

oral fixation drabble

armin arlert

pervert!armin hc’s

pervert!armin fic

aot boys squirting hc’s

connie springer

plug!connie drabble (lil intro to plug!connie)

plug!connie hc’s

levi ackerman

plug!levi hc’s

semi sub!levi drabble

aot boys squirting hc’s

reiner braun

aot boys squirting hc’s

oral fixation drabble

househusband!reiner hc’s

mikasa ackerman

sub!mikasa drabble

jujutsu kaisen ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

toji fushiguro

the girl next door

gojo satoru

hide n’ seek

tokyo revengers ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

draken

big dick kenny drabble

ran haitani

drabble about getting slutted out by ran and rindou

rindou haitani

drabble about getting slutted out by ran and rindou

kazutora hanemiya

drabble about kazutora being a bitch boy for you

demon slayer ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

tengen uzui

lights, camera, action!

our favorite girl ft makio, hinatsuru, n suma

#everything i’ve ever written is in here so pls enjoy!!!#can u tell that i’m biased by the amount of eren fics

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4izawas · 2 years

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— 𝐢-𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤!! ; 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 !! — when the two of you had first heard him calling your name while eren fucked you senseless you thought it would be fun to take armin for a quick little ride…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — eren yeager/f!reader, armin arlert/f!reader, eren yeager/armin arlert, eren yeager/f!reader/armin arlert.

𝐰𝐜 !! — 6.43k.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — nsfw ; minors dni.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !! — dark content ( stepcest, dubcon, stepbrother!armin ) stuckage, oral sex ( fem receiving ), rimming, threesome, anal sex, crying, begging, kissing, fingering, anal plug, virgin!armin, boyfriend!eren.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

Humming softly, Armin sprays the top of his desk with the special cleaner he’d borrowed from his stepsister, who worked for the Ackerman Teahouse in the inner ring of Paradis Isle. She’d been working for the owner, Levi Ackerman, since she was fifteen, and eight years later, both her relationship and her job were long running and going strong, with her only being a notch below the owner when it came to workplace superiority. Her boyfriend, Eren, who she lived with ( he was also two notches below her in superiority in the teahouse: one spot beneath the longtime waiter, Oruo Bozado, and two beneath the assistant manager, Eld Jinn ), drove her to and from work every day.

They’d met years ago in preschool, years before Armin’s mother married Y/N’s father when they were in middle school ( Armin in fourth grade and Y/N and Eren in sixth ), and had been best friends for years until Eren’s little schoolhouse rival Jean Kirstein tried asking her out when they were all fourteen or so. Eren had seen red and interfered, saying that they were already dating and whisking Y/N away. Y/N had teased him about it relentlessly, of course, and he’d asked her out for real that same day in his house’s kitchen. She’d said yes, then went home and told Armin everything — Eren shaking his head and hands the whole time, his face pinker than the strawberry milkshake he’d bought her on the way to her house. Now, Armin had had his fiar share of crushes on girls and boys at school, but he had made extra sure to never let it slip that he’d had a crush on Eren ever since Y/N had introduced them to one another ( which meant he’d liked Eren for almost three years at that point ). He just wanted to be happy for his stepsister, even though seeing Eren and her kissing and holding hands all the time sometimes did make his heart hurt.

Now they were all in their twenties with jobs as well as their own places ( Eren and Y/N living together in a small but cozy house in the outer ring at the outside edge of the middle ring that they were renting from a friend of Eren’s father, and Armin in a tiny, tiny apartment in the middle ring as close to both Paradis University and his work as possible ), and Y/N was still dating Eren. They were both still working at the teahouse with Mr. Ackerman when they weren’t working during their fourth year of college. Eren intended on being a doctor like his father, and Y/N was studying to get a Masters in History, not really wanting to be much of anything — and Armin knew why. She’d made him promise not to tell Eren at the time, but one of the military’s commanders had scouted her in her first year of college and she planned on joining up after her twenty fourth birthday. Eren had known for a couple years now, though — when he’d found out about seven months afterwards it had caused a huge argument that ended with Y/N leaving their ( then ) apartment to stay at Armin’s and Eren to freak out once he woke up ( as he’d stormed into their bedroom and slammed the door before going to bed angry ) and realized she’d left. They’d made up then, and that had been the end of it as far as Armin knew.

And despite all of those ups and downs, Armin still had a huge crush on Eren as much as he didn’t want to admit it. It was one of the reasons why he’d argued so much against them coming over today. He didn’t want to mess up the eight year relationship that his stepsister and friend had just because of a silly crush that he shouldn’t even have.

As he backs away from the entertainment center after cleaning it, his hip bumps the coffee table and a pen he’d left on it alongside his homework rolls off and under the couch. Cursing under his breath, he carefully moves the coffee table and gets on his hands and knees before blindly reaching for it under the couch, fingers grasping at nothing but the empty air before he finally manages to grab it — but not before his fingers brush the edge of something that spikes his curiosity. Sitting back on his calves and putting the slightly dusty pen on the table, he quickly gets back on his hands and knees with his face pressed to the floor to look under the couch, and his eyes widen. The book he’d been looking for for three whole weeks had been under the couch the entire time!

He tries his hardest to reach for it again, and the tip of his middle finger does brush against it — but he only manages to push it further away and completely out of reach, almost to the back of the couch entirely; he couldn’t move the couch either, it was too heavy. “Are you serious?” he groans, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back slightly before looking at the little loop underneath one of the cushions with a twinkle in his eyes. The little couch, gifted to him by Eren and Y/N as a housewarming gift, pulled out — and when you started to open it, the area beneath the couch was completely revealed. He could just open the pullout, grab the book, and be done with it!

Doing just that, Armin carefully pushes the pullout up, holding it up with one hand while reaching for the book with his other. It is, yet again, just out of reach, and he inches closer and closer to no avail. Hesitantly letting go of the opened pullout, he smiles softly when it stays propped up without him having to hold it up and simply bends over the front of the couch, one hand braced on the floor inside the couch’s opening and the other once again reaching for the book, the side of the couch slightly digging into his stomach as he stood on his hands and knees while practically draped over it.

Right as his fingers close around the corner of his lost book, Armin hears a loud, creaking crash, and the lifted rectangle of the pullout couch falls back on him — it doesn’t hurt ( okay, maybe it did, and maybe the pain from it made him cry a little ), but when he tries to get out he finds that he’s completely stuck and unable to move. He pushes back and struggles to escape, trying to ignore the pulsing pain in his back, but the weight of an entire bed being on him coupled with metal that scratches at his skin painfully when he tries to back out makes him stop. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t get out of this, and he lived alone. On top of that, he had hardwood floors and his knees were starting to hurt.

A loud thud outside reaches his ears, and his eyes widen; Eren and Y/N must be here, they could help!

“Y-Y/N! Eren! Help, I’m in here — I’m stuck!” he shouts, knowing that his voice is muffled through the couch but not caring. He’d be let out soon, so what did it matter?

The door opens and closes behind him, and he repeats himself — but he doesn’t get a response. “Eren? Y/N? Hello?” Two big hands cover each of his asscheeks, making Armin’s eyes widen in surprise. Pushing him out wouldn’t work, what were they thinking?! “H-Hey, what are you — WHOA, WAIT-!”

His shriek was triggered by the two hands taking both his pants and his underwear by the waistline and yanking them down to pool around his knees, baring his ass to the faceless person who had come in through his front door. They part his cheeks, and he wiggles against their grip as best he can. “D-don’t — Don’t look there!” he whimpers, wondering why at first his stepsister’s boyfriend ( who had never looked his way like that a day in his life ) was doing this until he remembered that his stepfather had told him over Christmas last year that Eren had asked permission to ask Y/N to marry him, so it just couldn’t be him — but if it wasn’t Eren ( and couldn’t possibly be Y/N, with how big this unknown person’s hands were! ), who was it?

Armin pales from his place stuck in the couch. He’d — He’d unlocked the door for when his stepsister and her boyfriend came over. He always did, even though Y/N had a key, and he’d been screaming for help… Someone on the street had heard and decided to help themselves. He’d gotten himself into this predicament all on his own.

A hot, wet length of flesh swipes over his twitching, exposed hole, and Armin tries to move away. It takes him a moment to realize that it’s the person’s tongue, and his eyes widen almost comically all over again. “N-No, don’t put your t-tongue there, it’s dirty!”

The person behind him ignores him, instead slurping loud and messily at the hole beneath it, tracing it and drawing various shapes along the sensitive flesh, ignoring the whining man beneath him’s struggles. Armin’s eyes cross when the strange tongue, which has coated his whole whole in a heavy layer of spit, is joined by a long, thick finger, which doesn't hesitate to curl up in him and begin swirling around his insides, almost as if it were searching for something—

Armin lets out a shriek as the intruding finger brushes across something that sends sharp stings of pleasure up his spine, his hole clenching around the finger in his ass and the person’s mouth leaving his ass to nip, bite, and suck across his exposed lower back. The finger brushes across it again and he keens, whimpering as the finger is slowly drawn out, then whimpering again when he feels the tip of a second finger press against his hole along the first as well as a hot, sticky liquid he just knew was spit dribbling over them. Before he knew it, the two long fingers are pressing inside him again, crooking up and stretching his insides as they search again for that little button hidden inside. “O-Oh fu-uck-!” Armin moans, letting his head fall forward, “Fuck — Please, please — C-CUMMIN’!” he wails, arching his back and forcing his ass back into the pleasing touch as best he can as he costs the floor in his thick load. As he came down, he was barely holding himself up on shaky forearms as the inner skin of the two fingers beside the two in his ass press against the heated skin of his asscheeks, and he whimpers when he realizes just how long these fingers were when he feels them pressing so deep in his guts and scissoring open to stretch him more.

Armin’s cock slowly begins to harden again and his sensitive tip rubs against the rough cloth of the couch, assisting the stranger in making his entire body tremble. The fingers inside him twist and turn and stretch and toy with that special spot in a way that has Armin, regardless of previous inhibitions, pressing back into the expert touch as best he could and whining shrilly when the fingers he’d only just gotten used to are pulled away from him and he’s left empty.

A moment passes, Armin’s thighs shaking from the feelings coursing through his veins, and suddenly the pullout that had had him trapped is lifted, freeing him. Refusing to look a gift horse in the mouth, he quickly clambers away from where he was stuck, backing into a strong chest and watching as tanned forearms close the couch and lazily toss the cushions back. The familiar glint of a series of thick black rings on the tanned hands and a prominent black skull ring on the middle finger of the man’s dry hand catches Armin’s eye and he pales again despite his aching length pressing against his stomach, slowly looking up to see just who was behind him even though deep down he knew.

As he’d feared, it was Eren.

Green eyes lock with his own blue ones, and a dirty grin is on the handsome older man’s face as Armin thinks back over what had just happened. The entire time that he’d been feeling so good with a ‘stranger’s’ fingers up his ass, it was Eren — Eren had done all the sinful things that had made his body feel good, Eren’s tongue and teeth had drawn patterns of saliva and bite marks across his skin, his lips had sucked love bites across Armin’s lower back and ass — Eren, the boy he’d had a crush on since he was eleven.

Eren, his stepsister’s boyfriend. Soon to be fiancé.

Shaky breathing from across the room catches Armin’s attention, and the moment he lays his eyes on the cause he freezes. Y/N is standing there, wide eyed and slightly red faced, her mouth slightly open in surprise. Armin can feel tears welling up in his eyes, and as soon as his lock with Y/N’s he bursts into tears. Eren had cheated on her, and with him. This was his fault, he’d ruined their relationship, it was all his fault. Armin tries to wipe all the tears away with the backs of his hands, which are curled into loose fists, but they just keep coming.

“I’m-m s-s-sorry!” he sobs, feeling so overwhelmingly guilty that he just couldn’t think of anything else to say. “I-It’s just — The couch fell ‘nd I couldn’t get out — I was stuck, I swear! He just came in ‘nd this happened, but I p-promise I d-didn’ kn-know it was him, Y/N, ‘m sorry!” He keeps crying, not even making an attempt to stop the tears. He deserved to feel this way, he knew it — and so did his conscience.

That’s not an excuse, his mind hisses cruelly, This is your fault and you know it; you’ve liked him for years, and now that she knows, she’s going to hate you. She’s never going to want to see you again, and you deserve it.

No! He didn’t want her to hate him, he loved his stepsister ( perhaps a little too much, if he were honest with himself, but unlike his inner admittance of liking Eren, that he refused to acknowledge ). He’d just — he’d have to make it up to her. He could do that, right? Surely there was something he could do to earn her forgiveness?

“Hmmm, I guess there is something you could do,” she replies, making him realize that he’d been rambling out loud.

“What?! I’ll do anything!” he cries, tears still falling even as he wipes them from his cheeks. Y/N glances to Eren, who is rubbing little circles on Armin’s bare hip with his lust-darkened eyes locked on hers already.

She asks quietly, her own eyes darkening, “Anything?”, and Armin nods his head affirmatively furiously. Apparently he hadn’t noticed that his underwear and pants were still pooled around his knees and therefore he was completely bare in the most sensitive area before her, and she sure wasn’t about to remind him. She was enjoying being able to look down on his little pink cock, still hard and aching despite Eren getting him off earlier when he was still pinned.

Y/N had known, of course, that her boyfriend had a thing for her little stepbrother — he didn’t love him like he loved her, of course, but she knew ( he’d told her, even, going into great detail about how much he wanted to see the younger man’s face while he fucked his ass and the blodn’s face was inbetween her tits ) how much he lusted over the no doubt tight hole the short blond kept hidden away, and Y/N hadn’t minded; after all, Eren had been jealous when she admitted she was attracted to his friend Jean, but he’d still said he didn’t mind if she fucked him and even after she did, later the three had all fucked each other, so it was only fair that she grant him this at least once — and since she’d known for years that Armin had been in love with her bothfriend, she knew he wouldn’t say anything — so their parents never had to know.

Eren’s obsession with the thought of Y/N’s sweet little stepbrother sandwiched between the two of them began when the two of them had first heard him calling Y/N’s name while Eren fucked her senseless one night Armin had stayed over at their place, and the thought of him splayed out beneath all four of their wandering hands, his and hers, hadn’t left his mind since.

“Please, what can I do to make it up to you?” Armin hiccups, more and more tears welling up in his eyes as the silence stretches on.

Y/N’s eyes, darkened with a lust of her own, glint wickedly, and she grins as she spreads her legs a little and says, “Come lick my pussy.”

Armin’s eyes are wide. Surely she’d misspoke — surely she couldn’t have just asked him to do that! They were family, for Ymir’s sake!

You’re step-siblings though, a toxic part of his mind trilled happily. You two aren’t related, so it isn’t really bad, just a little… taboo.

She shrugs when he stays quiet, turning away from him and crossing her arms. “Well, I suppose I could just… I don’t know, break up with Eren and cht you out of my life for betraying me instead,” she says cruelly, and as she expected, Armin panics.

“N-No! No, don’t! I’ll do it, I promise I will! It’s j-just…” he trails off quietly, looking down

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “‘It’s just…’ what? What’s the issue?”

Armin squirms uncomfortably, Eren still warm against his back, but despite the discomfort he answers. “I’ve — I’ve never done… that.”

Y/N snorts in amusement, “What, you’ve never eaten pussy?” Her tone is mocking, teasing even. Armin whimpers quietly at her words, but refuses to answer this time — but Eren understands exactly what he’d meant.

“Baby… I think your baby brother is still a virgin,” Eren purrs lowly, squeezing Armin’s hip a little and making him jump. Armin had almost forgotten Eren was still there, as crazy as it seemed. His cheeks are bright red, and fresh tears of embarrassment well up along his waterline. Y/N looks to him for confirmation and he nods tearfully, his bottom lip trembling as he holds back the tears, and she grins in an almost predatory way as her pupils blow.

“C’mere, Armin,” she murmurs, and he pulls away from Eren and crawls over to her, not realizing how easily he was playing directly into his stepsister’s and her boyfriend’s darkest desires. Kneeling at her feet, he watches in rapt attention as she lifts a leg and places her foot on the next to bottom shelf of one of his bookshelves, revealing her panties beneath her skirt to him. His already hard cock twitches, and he continues watching as she hooks a finger around one hem of her panties and pulls them to the side, revealing her glistening pussy to him and making him swallow hard, his mouth falling open after. He’d never seen one outside of porn after all, but when she hums at him and rolls her hips up into his slack-jawed mouth, shocking him as her wetness slides over his chin and lips, his tongue flicking out to collect the slick instinctively. A string of slick connects his chin to her cunt for a second before snapping and Armin’s tongue darts out to lick at where it was sticking to his face before one of Eren’s big hands press against the back of his head and force his face against her sopping cunt, his eyes rolling back as he runs his tongue up from her hole to circle around her clit. Eren rubs his face against her pussy a few times before pulling his hand back, pleased to see Armin following the way he’d led him even without him pushing him into it anymore.

Armin looks up curiously as she lets out soft whimpers, his face still in her pussy as one of her hands pressing against the back of his head. His little nose presses ever so perfectly against her swollen clit, and his whole face is revealed to be soaked in her juices when he pulls back a little. “L-Like that?” he whispers quietly against her soft heat, and she shivers some then laughs a little at the feeling of his warm breath against her cunt.

“Yeah baby, do it just like that…” Y/N whispers, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and fisting her hand in his blonde hair and pulling him back into her pussy, squeezing her eyes shut as that hot tongue slips back out and starts drawing little shapes on her clit again. “Fuck—“ Armin lets out a surprised moan at the taste that was covering his tongue with every press of it inside her quiverig hole, slowly falling into what he’d discover later to be a now desperate addiction.

Eren walks behind her and starts kissing her neck, nipping and biting across Y/N’s collarbone with the intent of leaving marks behind as his big hands come up to grope at her chest. She turns her head to kiss him just as he twists one of her nipples through her shirt, and she moans directly into his mouth both from his touch and the feeling of Armin’s tongue in her pussy. Eren grins against her lips as they kiss wetly, never tearing his eyes from the man on his knees lapping at his stepsister’s cunt like an obedient bitch.

Armin slobbers all over her cunt, slurping up as much of her juices as he could as she inched closer and closer to orgasm and her grip on his hair tightened, her other hand going up to bury itself in Eren’s long hair and squeeze so hard his scalp started aching. Her hips roll up into Armin’s mouth again as she starts desperately humping his face, just on the cusp of orgasm from his mouth alone.

“C’mon baby, gonna cum, c’mon!” she whispers, rutting against his face desperately, “Don’t stop, ‘m so fuckin’ close, don’t stop!”

Armin presses his face between her pussylips and sucks her clit into his mouth, shaking his head side to side a little like he’d seen in the videos he’d watched before sucking and nibbling at it and looking up at her through his eyelashes as her eyes rolled back and she let go of his hair with one hand so she could grab one of the higher shelves as she let out a drawn-out shriek. Her skirt that she’d had flipped up falls down a little and obscures his vision, but Armin just keeps sucking at her clit and drawing shapes on it with his tongue until she weakly pushes him away and tries to stand up on shaky legs.

“What — What a fuckin’ mouth you have there,” she murmurs tiredly, holding on to Eren in exhaustion. Her eyes, however, are still dark and expecting, and she glances to the room Armin had made into his bedroom before walking to it on shaky legs. “Eren, bring him to the bedroom. Our baby boy’s just earned himself a reward.”

Eren grins himself, a wide, sharklike thing that almost scares Armin, but the blond still follows the brunet when he crooks his index finger his way. He walks into his own bedroom to find his stepsister shimmying her cunt juice-soaked panties down her legs, her slit perfectly framed by her thighs and ass as she stands bent at the waist with one finger hooked into her panties, which are around her ankles. She lifts one leg out of it daintily, and the other follows, but Armin can’t tear his eyes away from the glistening entrance he’d gotten to taste only a minute earlier. Y/N kicks her underwear away from herself and strides over to his bed, laying on top of it and spreading her legs.

“C’mere ‘nd suck my nipples, baby,” she murmurs softly, and he starts moving towards her almost automatically. He’s stopped by Eren, who puts a hand on his shoulder and looks at his clothes pointedly.

“Don’t you wanna take those off first?” he asks, and Armin feels his cheeks heat up in nervousness that’s whipped away when he hears what comes out of Eren’s mouth next. “It would make us both so, so happy to see you — and you don’t want Y/N to feel cold all by herself like that, right?”

He’s stripped himself of his clothes before he even realizes it, and even when he does he’s rushing over to the bed and climbing up it. He takes his place between her legs and whimpers when she locks hers behind his lower back, pulling him close and pressing his face into her chest. He can feel the heat from the soft, delicate spot between her thighs that he’d dreamt about more than once ( and had berated himself for even imagining once he’d woken up ) rubbing against his hardened cock, and he whimpers at the feeling of the slight friction against such a sensitive place on his body.

Y/N’s hand presses almost insistently against the back of his head, her fingers burying themselves in his silky hair and guiding him to her nipple, which he latches onto up laying his eyes on it. His mouth is hot, and she moans softly as he begins doing just what she’d wanted without her even having to tell him. Leaning down, Y/N licks off the juices she’d left on his face, her eyes glittering as he moaned against her breast, his tongue curling around her hardened nipple and his cheeks hollowed as he suckles.

Armin lets out a surprised cry when Eren starts playing with his ass again, burying spit-slicked fingers up to the knuckle in his hole and stretching him out unforgivingly. Each thrust of the brunet’s fingers drove Armin further and further away from Y/N’s breasts, eventually pushing him up so he was chest to chest with her with his cock pinned between his and her bodies. The pressure made him whimper, his hips rolling up into her, and Eren carefully steadied him with one hand on his hip as Y/N brought his face down to hers so they could kiss. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she tasted faintly of cherries, which made him moan; it had to be from Eren buying her some cherry candy on the way there like he always did.

Not even noticing that Eren’s pulled his fingers from his ass, Armin’s eyes cross as Eren presses his cock into the twitching hole before him, the blond’s thighs trembling as he tries his hardest to hold himself up despite the pleasure he was feeling as he was stretched wide. Y/N takes advantage of him being distracted to reach between their bodies and wrap her hands around his cock, pushing it inside herself and watching as his face contorts from the feeling of his cock being swallowed up by her cunt. As he reacts to her hole sucking him in, Eren doesn’t stop pushing inside him until his hips are flush with Armin’s plump ass, the older man’s cheeks dusted ever so slightly with a rosy color as stills and he fills out the hole he was using. Armin was fucking tight, and since Y/N didn’t like anal ( so they didn’t do it ) it was affecting him.

He gives the trembling man ( no longer a virgin!! ) beneath him a moment to collect himself before carefully pulling out, stopping right as his tip tugged against the inside of Armin’s hole before slamming his hips back against the smaller blond’s. As he’d pulled out he’d slightly pulled Armin’s own cock from Y/N’s wet heat, which had drawn whimpers from the younger man’s mouth that had turned into a scream as he’d been filled by Eren’s thick length and surrounded by Y/N’s hot pussy.

“O-Oh — Oh god, Eren! Y/N! I-It feels s’good!” he cries, his voice shaky and tears prickling at his waterline, tears that only threaten to grow larger and fall with each rough thrust of Eren’s hips. “F-Fu-uck ple-e-ease~! Hard-der, harder! Faster-r!” The bigger man’s balls slap against his own as he fucks him, slamming against his prostate and sending Armin’s cock deeper into Y/N’s hole with each thrust, and as a result Armin’s speech slowly begins to slur and his brains eases off; he doesn’ think about what’s being said or the taboo aspects of what’s happening, all he focuses on is how it feels good and how he never wants the pleasure he’s feeling to end.

“D-Daddy, Mommy, please!” Armin wails, no longer even aware of what was coming out of his mouth, and as Armin clutches tightly at Y/N’s front, the two aforementioned people pause and lock eyes, a wicked glance passing between them before they look back down to the quivering blond between them. They both coo at him lowly, their experienced fingers trailing across his heated skin as he clings to them in desperation and cries out from how good he feels.

“Bein’ such a good boy for us, Armin,” Eren purrs, gently biting at the back of the blond’s neck as he sobs beneath them. The tears have long since started falling, Armin not even aware of them with how wrapped up he is in the moment. Eren’s mouth moves from his neck to his cheek, his hot tongue darting out and licking a line up his face, collecting the tears that had fallen as Y/N murmurs her agreement.

“Yeah, such a good slut for us, baby boy,” she whispers, kissing his other cheek.

“M-Mommy-!” he hiccups weakly, shakily grabbing at Y/N’s shoulders and sobbing when Eren’s cock strikes him ( yet again ) directly on his swollen, sensitive prostate; the entire time that his stepsister’s boyfriend had been fucking his ass he’d been zeroed in on the sensitive stretch of flesh, and that coupled with the size and length of Eren’s cock made Armin lose his mind to the feeling of the other man completely rearranging his poor, abused insides.

When he’d started cleaning his apartment that morning, this was not what he’d been expecting.

He lets out a sudden cry when he finally cums from all the stimulation, filling Y/N’s pussy with it and making her groan and let her head fall back on Armin’s pillows. The aforementioned blond goes limp, his vision hazy and his skin prickly with overstimulation and his hole clenching around Eren.

Eren’s grip on his hips tightens exponentially as he gets closer and closer to cumming, and he glances up to see the blissed out face of his girlfriend and the fucked out one of her little stepbrother, who Eren had known had had a life-long crush on them both. Eren almost felt bad for taking advantage of him like this, but what could he say? This was different than Y/N fucking Jean or him fucking Jean every weekend ( the horsefaced fucker was borderline obsessed with both of them and had crushes on them for ages anyway, and Eren could willingly admit that he was at least a little bit attractive, so Eren had been fine with it when Y/N had asked ), this was Armin — they’d only ever get to do this once, and now was the best time since Eren had proposed last weekend anyway, they’d be a married couple soon. While Eren enjoyed their romps outside of their relationship, he much preferred keeping to his own girlfriend for good rather than keeping them up.

With a pointed grunt sent his girlfriend’s way, he leans down close to her, pressing Armin almost flat so his lips can meet Y/N’s. Y/N and Eren kiss feverishly with a whimpering Armin tightly sandwiched between them, cum leaking from Y/N’s hole where Armin had cum, and more cum smears between their bodies when one extra brutal thrust pulls Armin’s sensitive cock from her depths to slap wetly against her stomach. The blond lets out a shaky sob as the cool air practically attacks his spent cock, and with a loud roar that’s muffled by Y/N’s mouth and several shakily whispers of, “I love you!” from Eren, the man cums hard, his seed flooding Armin’s ass and making the man whine at the feeling of sudden warmth filling his insides.

Eren’s pulling out not even a full thirty seconds after cumming, and he ignores the way his cock begins twinging with his own overstimulation; he wasn’t in a relationship with Armin, he was in a relationship with Y/N, so he had no reason to let the blond cockwarm him. That being said, he does fish the plug he’d brought with him out from his back jeans pocket and press into into Armin’s puffy, swollen red hole; he may not be keeping the blond full with his cock, but he’d be damned if the little smartass was going to waste the cum he’d pumped him full of.

Armin’s unconscious when Eren carefully ( though also carelessly ) pulls him off of Y/N, and he walks with her to Armin’s bathroom before sitting her on the toilet and carefully beginning to clean her up with a warm washcloth and gentle hands. Her own comb through it long, soft hair affectionately, and he smiles up at her with nothing short of pure love shining in his eyes. She smiles down back at him, and he finishes cleaning her up before walking her to the living room. They both glance into Armin’s bedroom to see that he’s still unconscious, and Eren kisses Y/N on the lips three times in quick succession while whispering, “I’m gonna go grab us something to eat — should I get him something too?”

“Yeah, he’ll be hungry,” she murmurs, letting him drape himself over her front like a big, limp bear. She could feel him tracing shapes across the expanse of her back, and could hear him mumble something, but she didn’t know what exactly. “Hmm?”

Eren shifts nervously. “Love you,” he says pointedly, and she smiles softly to herself. He always got this way when they had a fling, even when on the weekends when they slept with Jean; he always needed to let her know that she was his only love, almost as if he didn’t know that she knew already.

Regardless, his habits of repeating how he loved her and his sudden increase in clinginess never failed to make her smile.

“I know,” she whispers, running her hand up the length of his shoulders and neck so she can cup his face in one hand while bringing it down to gently ghost her lips across his. She presses their foreheads together, their noses pressing against one another as well, and says, “I love you too, Eren.”

As usual, he melts.

They stay like that for a while, simply basking in the feeling of holding each other, before he finally disentangles himself to get the food he’d mentioned several minutes before. Y/N busies herself with making a pot of coffee in the kitchen since Eren enjoyed drinking coffee with most meals, regardless of the time of day ( Mr. Ackerman had even bought a specialty coffee machine for the breakroom on Eren’s birthday two years ago just for him before telling the rest of staff they could have tea and that ‘the machine was Yeager’s’; the raven haired man had also turned a color similar to that of a strawberry when Y/N had kissed both of his cheeks fondly after watching Eren’s eyes light up excitedly, and his tall blond boyfriend had chuckled at the sight ).

As Y/N sips at Eren’s cup of coffee as she always did, Armin stumbles into the kitchen. By this time he’d slept for over an hour, and Y/N quietly wondered if he’d even noticed the blue plug that Eren had shoved up his ass or if he was still too sore to notice much of anything.

“Eren ran out to grab us all something to eat,” she explains before he even asks, “He knows well that people tend to get hungry after times like that.”

Armin blushes, rubs at his eyes, and nods before his eyes lock on Y/N’s hand and widen in shock. He swallows hard and fights back sudden tears that he’d not expected after waking up so pleasantly used like he’d dreamed about for years. The sparkling diamond ring on her finger seems to mock him, and he looks up at her questioningly.

Y/N sees the look on his face ( but not the look in his eyes ) and smiles over Eren’s mug of coffee. “He proposed last weekend when he took me on that picnic beneath our tree,” she says, looking down at the ring on her hand with warm eyes. “He says we’re gonna move to the inner ring for when he works in Paradis Memorial — he’s already put the downpayment on a house for us, two floors and a basement, three beds, and four baths. It has a big, big yard, and we’re gonna paint a pretty mailbox of our own; he’s even gotten some new furniture for us,” she sighs, her smile fond and her eyes dreamy. “This is it for us, Armin — me ‘nd Eren, we’re making it in the world together, just like we’ve always wanted.” And as Eren re-enters Armin’s apartment, Armin’s heart cracks — because if they were moving so far away and so up in the world so soon in the future, after all that had just happened, what time could they possibly ever have for him? Armin couldn’t possibly afford to follow his stepsister to the inner ring, there was no way, so he would just… be left behind? Even after what they’d done together?

Yes, that’s definitely what would happen, because looking at the two of them pressed so close to one another and clearly so in love, Armin refused to break that picture apart — just like he’d done for the past eight years.

#eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin arlet x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #erne yeager x you #eren jaeger x you #armin arlert x you #armin arlet x you #attack on titan x you #shingeki no kyojin x you #kinktober22.neptune #deep ocean.🦑

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Lost

Farmer! Jean Kirstein x Fem! Reader

Summary: Stuck on the side of the road, you feel hopeless at this point. Until your knight and shining armor comes in the form of a farmer with a mullet.

Warnings: 18+, swearing, explicit sex (oral + couch sex!), a bit of angst, Reader gets stranded lmao, Jean is super sweet </3

wc: 5.3k

“Do you need help over there?” An out of breath deep voice yells out to you, despite the heavy patter of the rain, the voice was clear.

You turn around quickly, wet hair hitting you in the face. Your car right behind you, stuck in the thick mud, hazards flashing in the gray sky. The clouds covered the sky, making the five in the afternoon weather look more like eight at night.

“I’m okay!” You cup your mouth, in hopes of vocalizing yourself over the rain. Your dress suctioned to your body, hugging every curve and crease. Your heels are covered in mud, probably not fixable at this rate. You hop back into the driver seat of your car, twisting the key in your car, hoping for it to turn on. As you twist the key, there’s no sound indicating it’s turning on, or that it’s going to turn on anytime soon. You groan and hastily grab your keys, throwing them on the passenger seat in frustration.

A sudden knock is heard, you look over seeing a man standing with his fist on your window. You quickly grab your keys once again, at least turning your car on, rolling down your window just an inch.

“Do you need any help, you look pretty stuck,” the nameless man chuckles, his clothing soaked and long hair wet against his shoulders. His voice is deep and breathy, even a little gruff.

“I’m just gonna call a tow service, don’t worry,” you pick up your phone from the passenger seat, seeing the low percentage, swearing under your breath.

“He wouldn’t be here for another three-ish hours, Porco is on a date tonight,” you're puzzled at the sound of new names, you just need a tow truck, but three hours?

“Huh?” You question, now getting a better look at the man. His hair is long, pale brown, along with similarly colored almond eyes. He’s adorned in a flannel button down, folded up to his elbows, also tucked into his dark wash jeans. His hand on top of my car, muscular forearm in my line of vision.

“This is a small town, there’s only one man who would get to you if you called, and he’s on a date. If you want, I can try and look at it for you,” he hums. It’s either sleeping in the car for the whole night, or accepting help.

“I’d appreciate it, is there anything I can do to help you?” Your nerves eat at you, legs shaking, your fingers fidgeting with each other in your lap.

“It’s okay, I’ll just be a second,” he smiles, trudging through the mud to get to the hood of your car. You attempted to look under the hood earlier to see any issues, but to your eyes it just looked like a bunch of metal parts. You even even looked up videos, but alas nothing seemed to fix it.

As the man popped the hood of your car, now disappearing behind it. You use the last percentage of your phone to send a text to your friend notifying her of your location, four hours away. Now going to see family didn’t seem worth it whatsoever.

A sudden knock on the window took you out of your daze.

“You have some faulty spark plugs,” — he takes a deep breath — “I can fix it, but I need to get some parts for the auto shop,” he states, gesturing with his hands.

“I’m sensing there’s gonna be a ‘but’ here,” you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

“But the shop is closed.” He finishes, your face immediately falls. Fucking perfect. You let out a groan in frustration, laying your head on the steering wheel, leaving your back slouched.

“‘M sorry, I really can’t fix it without the part,” he sympathizes, quickly moving to close the hood. You have no idea what you’re going to do at this rate, four hours away.

“‘M cookin' up dinner right now, if you want to have a meal, we could figure out a solution for you?” He suggest, placing both his hands on the roof of your car, leaning down looking at you through the window.

“I don’t even know your name,” you cry, frustration fills your body. You're shivering at the cold air coming through your window, hitting your bare arms and chest.

“My name is Jean, it’s getting pretty cold, I don’t think the rain is gonna die down either,” he hums, taking his hands off your car and crossing them over his chest, his shirt drenched in rain. You look over at the man saturated with water, he seems nice enough. Besides, you’re just having dinner and then maybe you can find someone to drive you.

“I’ll come with you,” you grumble, grabbing your bag and all your belongings, also rolling up your window. Slinging it over your shoulder, preparing for the blaring rain you’re gonna face. Jean steps back a few steps letting you swing your car door open, unfolding his arms.

You quickly get out of your car, locking your car behind you. Jean puts his forearms horizontally over his face, attempting to prevent any rain from obstructing his vision. He holds out his hand, gesturing for you to follow him. You attempt your best to walk without your heels getting lodged in mud, the attempt failing.

As Jean treks along, until he turns, seeing you slowly lifting your legs trying to walk. Seeing the mud lodged between the bottom of your shoe and your heel. Without taking a second thought, he walks back to where you are. Once he sees you get your heel out of the mud, he swiftly lifts you up. Placing his large hands on the middle of your back, the other under your knees, you now lodged in the fold of his arms.

“Sorry, you’re just bein’ slow,” he lightly laughs, the heat of his cheeks barely visible. Using his boots, taking big strides through the mud, carrying you with ease. With such an action, usually you’d be furious, but with the rain you gave him some slack. Besides, you didn’t really want to trudge through the mud again.

Jeans boots trumped through the mud, hearing the sound of the mud suctioning onto them every time he put his foot down. Once he finally gets to the sidewalk surrounding his house, he keeps you snuggly in his arms. He finally gets to the part of his roof covering a few feet around his door, then gently setting you down on the cement. He finally sets you down, your heels clacking with the cement.

“I’d take off your shoes out here,” Jean says, crouching down and wiggling his boot off of his foot. As he does, you follow standing, slipping your heels off your feet.

“C’mon in,” Jean opens the door, walking in, standing besides letting you follow. You hum a quick ‘thank you’, feeling the cold hardwood floor on your cold feet. A shiver runs up your spine at the cold floor, contrasting the warm cozy house. His house seems comforting and quite home-y, having a nice rug in the entrance, warm lights, and smelt like cedarwood and bergamot. Even small hints of vegetables, and chicken, waft the air.

“Want some clothes? The chicken and rice soup is done, I can get you a portion while you change?” He asks, as he walks further into his house, you follow close by.

“Uhm— yeah, sure,” you stutter out.

“Stay right here, I’ll go grab your clothes,” he says, walking around the corner, disappearing from your field of vision.

You stayed standing in the hallway, not feeling comfortable walking around Jean’s house yet. Yet, you looked at what you could in your position. Seeing the light gray walls, with some photos framed down the hall. Seeing a photo of Jean with whom you can presume to be with some friends, maybe a girlfriend. They’re all beaming at the camera, the brunette’s arms around him and the other male snuggly. It seems as if they’re at some fair, the girl having some crumbs around her mouth, the other male laughing.

“Sorry if I took too long, I gotcha the clothes,” he comes out from around the corner, seeing you observe the pictures on the wall closely. You whip your head around, seeing Jean no longer in soaking wet clothes, rather in a pair of sweatpants. Just sweatpants. His chest and torso bare, right where your eyes land. He’s sculpted to the god.

“Thank you,” you smile, walking up and grabbing the clothes from his hands. Jean began walking to the kitchen, as you looked around confused. As Jean walks to the kitchen, he doesn’t hear you moving so he turns back to you. You stand awkwardly in the wall way, gently rubbing the clothes in your hands.

“Sorry, the bathroom is the first door on the right,” he states, pointing to the hallway to the right.

You begin walking down the hallway, the cotton soft against your hands, as you reach the door. You turn the golden circular knob to the right, pushing forward, opening the door. Seeing the modestly sized bathroom, the same color as the rest of the house adorns the walls. You walk until you reach the shower mat, rubbing your feet dry on the fuzzy material. Once your feet felt dry, feeling much more comfortable, you began to take off your dress. Once adorn in just your undergarments, you take off your bra, deeming it not worth the gross feeling. Taking a second to think if you should take off your underwear, but what if your wet underwear gave you some sort of infection? After the thought crossed your head you quickly stripped the underwear from your body, unfolding the clothes. There laid a plain pair of gray sweatpants, similar to the ones he's wearing, also seeing the plain white t-shirt.

You quickly put the clothes on, picking up your sopping wet clothes, holding them away from your body to not get your new clothes wet. Without taking another look, you exit the bathroom, shutting the bathroom door behind you.

You turn the corner to the kitchen, seeing Jean, still shirtless, placing bowls on the table.

“Hey, want me to put ‘cha clothes in the dryer?” his country accent coming through, you smile at it, you quip a ‘sure’ before handing him the clothes. He takes the wet fabric all in one hand, turning around going to the laundry room. His sculpted back on display, not even flexing, looking strong and toned.

Jean came back quickly, the sound of his dryer running in the distance. “Wanna eat?” He gestures to the bowls with steam seeping from it, you nod quickly, wanting to delve into the hot liquid.

You both sit down in front of the bowls, sitting on the wooden chairs. Seeing the chicken and rice soup in the bowl, mouth salivating at the sight.

“So, what brings ‘ya all the way out here,” picking up your spoon, he blows on the liquid. You take a deep breath before explaining your reason for being out here.

“Seeing family, my grandparents live out here, I just haven’t had time to get out here in awhile.” You put simply, not going into detail. You follow Jean, blowing on the soup, before putting the spoonful into your mouth. Jean hums at your response, putting the spoon in his mouth, tasting every detail of his soup. “What about you, I mean I’m in your house, what’s some stuff I could know about you?”

He takes a deep breath, setting his spoon in his bowl. “I live here, I work at a farm just down the road, I’ve lived here my whole life. I easily know everyone in the town, it’s close knit.” You continue to eat while nodding, you couldn’t imagine staying in one town your whole life. Your lifes consists of moving so often, you never know how long you’ll be living in a house for.

“So where are ‘ya from then,” he asks, picking his spoon back up and eating. “Four hours away, in Paradis.” Short and to the point, that’s all you needed to say.

“Big city huh,” He smirks looking at you across the table. You quickly nod, before Jean begins to speak again. “So what do ya do for work then?” He attempts to make conversation, even though you’ve barely talked to him.

“I’m a Lawyer,” you simply put it, as if it’s the most mundane job. Jeans eyes widen a bit, a lawyer? This town doesn’t even have a doctor, let alone a lawyer. “Wow, what a career,” he chuckles.

I hum in response, it’s the usual response you got from telling your occupation. Ooo’s and Ahh’s and ‘you must make so much money!’, receiving a small smile from you.

“You okay? You seem like the question threw you off— sorry I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine, I just don’t really enjoy my job. Everyone else thinks it's the coolest thing ever, to some it is, but the question can just aggravate me sometimes.” You cut Jean off, beginning to feel bad. It was a harmless question, lots of people ask you the question, but it doesn’t subside the feeling in your chest.

“Hmm, well then what do you want to be?” He questions. Nobody ever asks that, they always say ‘what but that’s such a cool job!’, ‘what kind of people have you defended?’, or even ‘everybody hates their job, you just live with it.’. Nobody ever asks what you truly wanted deep down as a job. You take a second to ponder the question, never really thinking of the question on your off time.

“As a kid I really wanted to be a dancer, sometimes a firefighter.” A chuckle leaves your lips as you ramble off jobs you dreamed of as a kid, as your spoon swirled in the minimal soup left in your bowl.

“What about you? Do you enjoy your job?”

“Yeah I really do. I get to do something I love, and still be close to my friends, it’s all I could ask for.” At that moment Jean looked idyllic, his small smile, his broad shoulders, everything.

You smile at him, the memory of the photo on the wall pops in your head. Even if you wanted to talk to him in a different way, he seems to already have a girlfriend. Your smile turns into a bleak straight line, as you finish off your soup.

“Has the rain stopped at all?” You question, knowing full well the answer, just by the pelts hitting the glass window.

“Doesn’t seem like it, I think it may be best you just stay here,” he grabs your bowl, putting it inside his, and walking to the sink, setting it down.

“You can take my bed if you want,” you immediately shake your head. You’d feel the guilt hanging over your head for the rest of your life if you took his bed, after bombarding his night.

“I can sleep on the couch, if that’s okay with you?” Jean nods his head, walking back to where you are.

“Let me go grab some bedding, and I can tell you how the tv works and everything.” Jean wanders back towards the bathroom, entering the bathroom at the very end of the hall, probably his bedroom.

You get up from your seat, walking just a few feet to the hallway, looking back at the photos on the wall. Seeing one you must have missed earlier, one of Jean with what you assume is his large friend group. Everyone’s arms entangled together, his over the familiar brunettes still.

“Hey, want me to show you the tv?” Jean asks, seeing you look at the photos on the wall. Not really thinking much of the action.

You nod your head, feet moving fast in his direction. You see him gently laying blankets on top of blankets on his couch. A fluffy looking one under a quilt that looks handmade.

“That quilt is really pretty,” you mumble watching him place pillows on the end of the couch, right by the blankets.

“Thanks, my mom made it for me,” his cheeks tint red. You smile at him, seeing how he’s so connected with his family and obviously caring. “That’s sweet,” you mumble.

“So wanna sit down and I'll tell ya how the tv works?” Jean sits, just beside where he set up your sleeping space. You sit down on the blanket he set up for you, laying your back against the plush back.

You let out a hum as Jean turns on the tv, seeing Netflix still on with “continue watching Lovely Complex?”. Jean quickly taps the buttons on the remote, trying to make the image leave, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Jean, have you been watching Lovely Complex?” You shout smiling at him, seeing one of your favorite shows on the screen.

“No! Someone just turned it one, and forgot to turn it off!” He defends himself, as you smile at him grasping for the remote.

Maybe his girlfriend was the one watching it, how would she feel about this?

You finally get the remote, turning the show on, smiling at the sound of the theme song.

“Let me guess, your girlfriend?” You laugh, nodding your head to the song blaring from the tv. Not even realizing what you just said could lead to unavoidable questions.

“Huh? What girlfriend?” He looks at you puzzled, as your eyes still narrow in on the show. Your smile slowly subsides.

“C’mon Jean, I know I’m like a stranger, but that’s something dumb to lie about.” All your senses now start to overwhelm you, the blanket now feeling extra scratchy, the air feeling hot.

“What are you even talking about,” Jean now turns so his whole body is facing you. You keep your eyes glued to the tv, knowing you’d cry of embarrassment if you faced Jean.

“The girl in the picture Jean, dear fucking lord,” you groan, watching Otani and Risa’s antics on the staticky tv.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Jean says slowly, trying to think of where this is coming from. Looking around his house for any clues to what may have led up to this, or given you that impression.

You smash your face into the pillow Jean laid out for you and let out a deep groan. Moving your legs, so now they’re also on the couch, you laying in a straight line. You feel as if you could die of embarrassment, your face is hot, your heart is racing.

“Are you talking about Sasha?” You scoff at the question. “Jean I don’t know who the fuck Sasha is,” your words muffled by the pillow. You feel as if you could cry, the embarrassment eating you up.

“Sasha, the brunette in the photo in the hall, the photos you were starin’ at?” You squirm at the depiction of the girl, your knees coming in on your stomach as your face stays in the pillow. You slowly nod your head on the pillow, guilt and shame eating you up. Now knowing why you got so defensive over the photo in the first place.

“Sasha is just my friend, she’s engaged to the chef in town, his name is Niccolo. Trust me, I see her as more of a sister then I ever could a girlfriend.” You feel a dip by your head, suddenly feeling Jeans hands rubbing your scalp in a soothing motion. You turn your head on the side, looking at Jean’s eyes glued on you, his face unreadable.

You let out a hum hoping he’ll just leave the situation alone, you take your knee’s out from under you, now laying flat on your stomach. You turn your eye’s back to the show, diverting your focus. Jean begin’s to remove his hand from your scalp, but you quickly grasp his wrist without a word and put it back on your head.

“Why’d you assume she was my girlfriend,” Jean mumbles, looking at you, the colors from the tv reflecting against your face. You don’t change anything, you keep your eyes on the tv, not wanting to answer such an embarrassing question.

“Were ‘ya jealous?” He smirks, as you let out a whine. “No Jean,” you state.

“Then why were ‘ya so defensive?” Jean asks, taking his hand off your head and folding his arms over his bare chest. You whine at the loss of touch and try to grab his hand, but he doesn't budge.

“No head massages until you tell me,” he says looking at your sad face. “But Jean—” you drag out his name, shaking his wrist.

“Not gonna change my mind hun, confess.” You let out a huff, “I don’t know! I was just disappointed I guess, you're very comforting and the thought of not being able to talk to you anymore made me sad.”

Your confession rings in Jean’s ears, did that mean what he thinks it means?

“I was watching the show earlier-“ your head whips around to Jean. “Wanna watch it with me?” He asks, putting his hand back on your head, gently massaging the crown of your head.

You nod your head, Jean moving his eyes to the tv. You look over at Jean, at the sight of his face glued to the tv, you wiggle upwards, placing your head on Jean’s thigh. Rubbing your head slightly on the soft material covering his thigh.

Jean’s eyes gravite to your head on his thigh, seeing your focus on the tv, and your alluring side profile.

You keep your eyes on the tv, laughing at the funny bits. Suddenly feeling Jeans hand stopping it’s motion, still residing on your head. Now feeling Jean's presence even closer than before.

“Can I kiss you?” Jean whispers against the shell of your ear, just a hair away from his lips touching your ear.

You turn on your back, looking into Jean's eyes. Quickly nodding, putting your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him down to you.

Jean immediately captures you, his lips a bit chapted, but nothing his tongue couldn’t fix. You bite down onto his bottom lip ever so slightly, his tongue hitting yours. You hum and moan into the kiss, Jean lifting his body from the couch. You begin to whine as Jean breaks away from the kiss standing up, leaving you on the couch still.

Until he kneels on the couch, one leg on your side, the other in between your legs. Your whine gets muffled by Jean’s lips back on yours, with the same heat as before.

“Can I take this off of you,” you hum into the kiss, as Jean’s hands dance along the lace bottom of your dress. He begins to tug on the fabric, as you arch your back trying to make the action easier. He gets your dress off with ease, balling the dress up in his hands and throwing it besides the couch.

He breaks the kiss, halting his movements for a moment to take you in. Lacey bra and underwear adorn your skin, his eyes linger, savoring your beauty. Seeing you panting from the kiss, your hands grabbing at the top of his sweatpants.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” and you suddenly feel as if your heart is melting.

Jean leans back in to kiss you, first kissing the corner of your mouth, beginning to trail down your jaw. You hastily grab the top of his sweats tugging at them a bit, as if to ask if it’s alright to take them off. Jean grabs them quickly, pulling them off, putting them besides your dress. Leaving him in his black boxers, the print off his cock evident in them.

You groan at the sight, as Jeans mouth now sits on the top of your breast. His hands graze your stomach, resting just under your bra, before he grabs the cups pulling them down. His light kisses now on your nipple, before he wraps around it gently. Pleasure shoots through your body like fireworks, from your chest all the way to your core, making you throb. By instinct your thighs attempt to close, only to meet Jean's leg preventing it.

At the feeling of your thighs Jean drags his arms down your body, resting on your hips. Followed by his lips leaving your nipple, and his whole body moving down. Jean is now at the end of the couch, which would be uncomfortable in most situations, but with you it feels like heaven.

“Can I take these off?” Jean asks, toying with the sides of your underwear, before letting it snap onto your hips.

With a light yelp, you quickly nod your head, trying to lift your hips. Only to have Jean put his hand under your lower back, using his other hand to quickly take the underwear off. Your eyes fall on Jean as he places a light kiss on your mound, his hands rubbing up and down the plush of your thighs. His eyes suddenly lift up to you, low-lidded, your face feels hot and the rush in your body is unexplainable.

Both of your hands instinctively go to the back of Jean’s light brown locks, gripping his hair like your life depended on it. You let out a high pitched moan, trying your best to not crush Jean with your thighs.

Your thighs shake as you draw in a deep breath. “Jean.”

At the sound of his name and the movement on your body, Jean places his forearm on your lower stomach, pressing you down. His touch is electrifying as you feel him lightly massage your stomach, and his tongue dances along your clit. The knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter as he keeps his pace. His tongue flicked quickly, and his pressure stays perfect and consistent. As you feel the gradual knot in your stomach, begin to break by a threat, suddenly unraveling all at once. Your neck arching, your stomach coming in on itself, your hand letting go of Jean’s hair.

You're breathing deep, as you stare deliriously at the ceiling, taking in everything.

“You okay there?” Jean asks, massaging your thighs, looking up at your flushed fucked out face.

“Mmm, if your oral is that good I can only imagine how good you are at sex,” you hum, grabbing the band of his boxers, pulling them down. You now face him with his hardened cock, as you feel your mouth go dry.

“Do you have a condom?” You say, looking up at Jean through lidded eyes. Jean quickly nods, escaping to his room for a brief moment, before coming back to the couch where you lay with your thighs still spread.

You sit up, watching Jean ripping the foil, sliding the condom on with ease. When his eyes see that you’re staring at his action, his lips morph into a smirk as he strokes his condom covered shaft, setting a knee on the couch. You slide up the couch a bit, making more room for Jean, as he sits eyes on you.

“How ‘bout this?” Jean asks, as he turns you on your side, lifting one of your legs up, pushing it into your side. You look down at his throbbing cock before quickly nodding at the position, biting your lip at the thought of what’s about to happen.

“You sure?” you smile at Jean, being smitten with how sweet he is. “Yes Jean, I promise.”

Jean lines himself up with your entrance, pushing your leg up, using his other hand to grip your jaw, bringing you into a kiss. Your fingers twist the quilt under you as you feel his cock sink into you, stretching you, only stopping when your hips are flushed with his. Jean keeps his lips encapsulated with yours, as you moan into his kiss.

Jean breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two still. His fingertips pressing on your thighs as he draws his hips back. His thrust are fairly slow, still managing to make you feel whipped as you watch his cock enter and leave your body.

“Harder,” you groan, his pace too slow, making you desperate beyond belief. It feels so good, but you crave more. His hips snap back into you, the thrust almost driving you up the couch.

“This what ‘ya want?” He questions cockily, panting, as his hips snap at a fast pace, hitting you deeper. You know he only asked to prove a point, but you nod your head lazily. He moves his grip on your jaw, now having his hand on your chin, pulling himself down to your lips. The kiss was brief, as he now puts his thumb inside your mouth, as he keeps his eyes narrowed in on you. Your lips closing on Jean’s thumb, sucking on it ever so slightly, a sultry look on your face.

Jean bites his lip at the look on your face, his hips getting to an insatiable pace. Your lips suddenly release his thumb as you gasp, a subtle sting shot straight to your core. Jean’s hips suddenly come to a halt for a second, before lazily going in and out a few times, taking his cock now leaving your body. A wordless gasp spilling from your mouth, as Jean pants, sweat drips down his temples, and sweat gathers on your hairline.

You look up at Jean, seeing the intense look painted on his face, making your heart squeeze. Jean’s chest burns, as he looks at your hazy eyes. Jean removes the condom, quickly going off to his bedroom. Still in your daze, your legs feeling numb, your thighs come together, beginning to feel sticky.

Jean comes back, the condom now gone. “Jean do you have something I could use to clean myself up,” you ask, your face going neon as you look down at your fingers laying on the quilt. You get no response, as you suddenly feel a hand wiggling its way under your back, the other going under your knees. You suddenly whip your head up, to see Jean carrying you.

“Jean what are you—”

“You really think I’d have sex with you, then leave you to sleep on the couch,” Jean asks, suddenly feeling Jean’s forearm twist, hearing the sound of a creaking door. “Here, let me go get a rag real quick.”

He lays you on the middle of his bed, you lay on his bed on your elbows, with your legs slightly spread, to avoid your thighs sticking. As Jean comes back with a damp rag, kneeling on his bed, rubbing along your fold. Once he finishes, he goes and sets the rag in the hamper in the corner of his bathroom. Coming back to seeing you moving to the top of the bed.

“Make yourself comfy,” Jean says, flipping up his bedding, leaving his naked self against the soft bedding. You follow in suit, making yourself comfortable under the bedding, turning to face Jean.

“I think your car was meant to break down,” your face contorts into a puzzled look. As you see, panic suddenly starts to come on Jean’s face. “No! I mean, I think meeting you was fate? I don’t really know how fate works, but you're the first thing I think of.”

You stare at Jean, a wide grin, and tears begin to blur your vision. “Wait! Don’t cry ‘m sorry I didn’t—” you wipe your eyes, “No Jean, you’re just super sweet, and I just really appreciate it.”

Jean smiles at your reaction, seeing your eyes no longer being clouded with tears. He opens up his arms, as you wiggle yourself into his grip, grabbing his hands, trapping yourself inside. “Thank you Jean,” you mumble against his chest, as he rubs his hands up your back, you doing the same for him. As you both lull yourself to sleep, feeling the warm embrace and lush blankets under you.

a/n: This idea has been fresh in my head for SO LONG AND IT’S FINALLY DONE AHHHH. FARMER JEAN IS JUST UGGHHSHXIS

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