rhadamanthes

[rhadamanthes]

Bad idea. Porco Galliard x reader

warnings : can be read as a stan alone but it is part two of this baby ☆, angst, poor body image, jealousy, obsessive behavior, one night stand but not really, poor self esteem, sassy men apocalypse, past bertholdt x reader, lot of kisses, lot of petnames, miscommunication, breeding kink, multiple orgasm, missionary, fingering, cum eating.

word count : 10,6k

author's note : didn't plan to write that much but well hehe, i feel like I wrote Porco ooc but to be fair I picture him as a really sassy man, hope you enjoy let me know what you think ! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

So this is a one night stand. You're staring at the ceiling, breath slowly gaining a normal tempo again. It wasn't that bad, you didn't expect to cum at all since your lover of the night doesn't know your body like he used to, but in the end you came, so you're pretty satisfied. 

You dare look in Porco's way, he is looking at the ceiling too. When he senses your gaze his eyes meet yours and he laughs. Your brow pulls automatically, there is nothing funny at the moment. 

"Is it cool if I use your shower ? " you ask, wrapping a blanket around your naked body. 

"Why certainly." A smile grows on his face as he props up on his forearm. "The one in the hallway is under construction, go all the way down to my brother's room" You quirk your eyebrow up at his words there is no way you're sneaking in half naked in another man's room. "Relax, he left already, go get cleaned up, just make sure you come back after yeah ?" he states laying back down on the pillows as he comb through his hair. 

You grunt, slowly making your way to the said bathroom. It feels weird to be in someone's personal space while they're not here. You observe around for a bit, you know marcel from name, not personally, his room is tidier than his brother the walls are decorated with posters and various pictures of his friends and brother. The smell of cologne still linger in the air and you decide to stop prying and finally get cleaned up. 

To no surprise the adjacent door leads to the bathroom, it's small and stuffy but it'll do the trick. You are tying your hair up when footsteps echo in the next room. Has Porco decided to join you? Slipping your head through the crack you let open, you take a look. 

Same frame, same nose, wrong hair color. Fuck it's Marcel. A surprised gasp leaves your lips. Your counterpart jolts in place, you duck behind the wall, it's probably too late but you wan't to preserve the few dignity you have left. 

"I-I'm sorry Porco told me to use that bathroom I didn't know you were there." you are mortified.

"It's ok, It's fine uh, are you decent ?" he asks, clearing his throat. "Can I come in ?"

"No!" 

Marcel chuckles and you don't have it in your heart to laugh the situation away. 

"Are my sunglasses in the bathroom ? I forgot them that's why I came back" 

You look around and spot a black pair of aviator's ray ban, so you tell him. 

"Can you slide them on the ground for me please ?"  You oblige, staying out of his field of vision as much as you can.   "Thank you" he replies once the object is in his possession. "I left some clothes on my desk for you, the towels are under the sink, I'm guessing Porco didn't bother with any of that, anyways have a nice day" The footsteps recedes and you release a breath you didn't know you were holding. 

You were already having second thoughts about this whole hook up on an impulse, but now you definitely know it was a bad idea. A few tears escaped your tired eyes under the hot stream of water.  Once you're dry you put on the clothes Marcel kindly left for you. A pair of grey sweatpants, boxer, socks and a baggy rock band washed out shirt. This will be more comfortable than the dress you arrived in for sure.

Porco is sleeping soundly in his room, breath steady and eyelids shut, for some reason, the fact that he is at ease like a prince, will you were spiralling just a few meters away, makes you want to scream until he is wide awake. But you don't. Instead you angrily put your belongings in your bag so you can leave this hell as fast as you can. 

"Hey, where are you going ?" Porco asks and you think you might just murder him on the spot. 

"Take a guess you asshole, your brother was here!"

"Marcel ?" he asks incredulously 

" I don't know, do you have any other brothers that are going to see me half naked today ?" You zip your handbag furiously making your way to the front door. Porco calls your name, telling you to stay telling you that he is sorry but you couldn't care less. 

As you walk down the pavement to your place, guilt is slowly creeping up to your throat, there was no reason for you to lash out at him like that, he couldn't have guessed his brother would reappear suddenly. You're exhausted, you haven't slept, you partied all night and ended up in a somewhat stanger's bed. Now the sun is rising and it comes very clear to you that you should have just stayed home. 

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Out of all the people that could have found crying at a party, Eren was the last one you expected. You were ashamed for him to see you like that, he's hotheaded, loud spoken so for him to see you curled up on yourself struggling to breath through the tears ... Not a pleasant experience. 

He didn't ask you what happened, he didn't need to know that you witnessed Annie and Bertholdt kissing, foolishly thinking he waited on this party to make you his girlfriend. Eren helped you to your feet, hugged you for a moment and took you some place quieter. 

After this, Eren checked in on you regularly, asking you how you feel, inviting you to hang out, inviting you to his place... You hated the fact that he felt like he had to check on the fragile little thing you are. 

"You don't have to pity me you know, I'll be just fine" you rise up angrily after he sat up right next to you, nudging your knees with his as he asks if you're okay for what seems like the hundredth time.

"I'm not pitying you, you're my friend, I love hanging out with my friend." he has stated looking up from his phone. "Since you're up, can you grab me a glass of water ? I'm thirsty as hell, thank you!" just like that his attention was on subway surfer again. 

You rolled your eyes making your way to the kitchen. 

"Oh Zeke will be joining us tonight."

"Zeke ?"

He is Eren's older brother, you're well acquainted with him now, he is sitting across from you. When you woke up Eren sent you a text saying his brother was at his place cooking, you didn't think twice before coming over. In your drowsy, hungover state, not having to fend for yourself is a godsend situation. 

"You look terrible." Eren starts, shoving your shoulder hard, you almost fall from your seat under the impact, what is wrong with him ? You ask yourself looking at him with furrowed brows. 

"I wouldn't be smiling either if I was sitting next to you" Zeke interrupts and you chuckle with him. A part of why you enjoy being with them is their banter, it is always harmless but Eren gets riled up so easily it becomes a hobby. 

After Zeke successfully dodges the cutlery his brother threw his way, his attention turns to you. 

"On another note, are you feeling ok ? You've barely touched your food, is it not to your liking ?" Zeke's deep voice inquired.  A pang of guilt hits you, he took time out of his day to come over and cook and you're not even appreciating it.  

The brothers don't live under the same roof; Zeke has an apartment downtown while  Eren stays in the family house on the outskirts of the city, the very same house where you organized a party for Betholdt only for him to... you don't even want to think about it, there is no use in stirring the past, you will move on, you need to move on. 

"No! No it's not that I just uh, had a shitty night." you smile trying to sound convincing. 

Zeke's icy orbs squint, looking at your behavior but he nods carrying on with his meal. 

"A birdy told me-" before he can finish his sentence you press Eren lips between your index and thumb. 

"Shut up, you, and the bird" 

The night bled in as usual at the Yeagers estate, Eren tried to murder you for something you say, Zeke stepped in. After that, the three of you watched a movie on the couch, when Zeke fell asleep Eren and you found a new spot to hide his glasses, car keys, wallet and shoes.

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Today you have decided to do something good, you will give Marcel his clothes back and you will apologize to Porco for your overreaction. The Galliard brothers work at an auto repair shop during the summer time, as you pull up on the nearby curb you repeat the inner monologue you have been preparing all morning. 

Hey! I'm just dropping by to apologize for my behavior the other day and also giving this back to you, bye! 

One sentence, it should be easy right ? 

The smell of steel and oil flood your senses and you scrunch your nose up. In the distance you make out the silhouette of Marcel, only thing is, he isn't alone, a flock of men wearing the same jean attire is surrounding him. Fuck you're forgetting your line already. Why in the hell would you think it would be just the three of you in the shop. You hold his clothes tighter against your chest.

When you reach his level the only thing you manage to do is pull on his shirt to get his attention. Turning around, Marcel displays a kind smile on his face, a hint of surprise  crosses his features when he recognizes you. 

"Hello Miss, got a problem with your car ?" he asks, a playful tone in his voice. All of his colleagues are looking at you, Porco is in the distance, looking sternly at you with furrowed brows, arms tightly crossed over his chest. Why he's he looking at you like that for ?

"Uh, no sorry I just came to give you these" you stutter, handing him the pile of washed and folded clothes. 

"Oh! I forgot about these, you could have kept them really!"

"I don't have any use for a jogger thatfall  to my feet if I don't triple tie it" Your comment earned a round of laughter from the men around. Your blood pressure skyrockets as you become aware of their presence once more. You quickly push the clothes into Marcel's hands. 

"Bye!" you depart once your hands are empty. So much for apologizing to Porco, but with his bad temper you have a feeling it wouldn't have been of great help anyway. The more you put distance between the group and you the more you start to think clearly again. 

"Nice taste Galliard"  

Is the last thing you hear before disappearing from the garage. 

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You've replayed the scene in your head over and over again. The mechanics of the shop probably  think that you are stupid. You came, struggled to form a proper sentence and left in a heartbeat. 

Shutting your eyes, you down the glass in one sip. 

"Might want to slow down on that, it's not the cheap alcohol you're used to." Zeke reprimands as he watches you from the corner of his eye. You hate to admit that he is right, your throat burns and you feel lightheaded already. 

"Eren is still coming ?' you ask ignoring his previous statement. Tonight you are reunited at Zeke's appartement. It's a small gathering with some of his friends. Yelena, Pieck,Ymir, Historia, Eren, Reiner, Porco... Bertholdt and Annie so there are three good reasons to drink.

"No not anymore he sent a suite of cryptic emojis I think he's getting laid tonight" fantastic, another reason to drink, you won't be counting on Eren to distract you.  Your shoulders slumped in defeat. 

"Just say the word and I'll tell them not to come" You appreciate the gesture but you are bound to see the couple  one day or another so it might as well be in an environment you're familiar with. 

"Don't worry about this, just don't burn the pizza ok ?" you joke, smacking his biceps and he gives you one of his deadpan stares. 

"Go set the table will you ?"  a smirk pulled on his face as he resumed his pizza filling duties. 

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The atmosphere is more lively now as the living room slowly gets filled with more and more people. Everytime the door opens you can't help but whip your head in it's direction, so far, no Annie and Bertholdt in sight, still you have to wipe your hands down your thigh with how clammy your palms get. 

After Porco's entrance, everyone  complains about the latecomers, and the group starts to dig into the food  prepared for the occasion.  You are tucked under Zeke's elbow as he is having a conversation with Reiner about whatever Jazz concert they want to attend next. Occasionally Zeke would blow the smoke of his cigarette in your face, making you wince in disgust.

From across the table you can feel Porco gaze on you, his eyebrows are pulled when you look at him, is this his default look ? Always ready to bite. 

"Berth and Annie are stuck downstairs, i'll go get them" Reiner sentence interrupts any thought you were having as your whole body goes stiff. It doesn't go unnoticed by Zeke who squeezes your shoulder in a reassuring manner. 

It is the first time you are going to see Bertholdt ever since the godforsaken party. He has texted you, asking how you went during the party, checking on you, but you never had the courage to answer him. You regret all of those decisions right now, you should have forced yourself to answer him, a benign lie just so your respectives lives could go on. But your feelings are not a joke and he stomped on it. A short exhale flees your lips as you rise from your seat, grabbing your glass from the table. Zeke asks where you are going and you wiggle your glass walking toward the kitchen. 

"How convenient" he remarks, you give him an apologetic smile. 

The cold water is a welcomed guest in your body. The cup rests on the counter and you fill it again. In the distance you hear the front door opening, well there is no going back now. Your palms are getting clammy all over again, you should have stayed in the living room with everyone else, now it'll look like you're making an entrance, everyone's attention will be on you, fuck fuck fuck. 

 Looking out of the window, you wait for the best moment to join the group. The sun is long forgotten behind the skyscrapers, it's only you, the dark night sky and your thoughts. Walking towards the sliding door, you step on the balcony deciding to have an ultimate moment to yourself before walking back. 

The breeze is chilly for a summer evening but it is grounding you,  you breathe again. You keep your eyes on the stars, you are not fond of heights and Zeke lives on the seventh floor. Your back rests against the concrete wall, your left hand grips the steel railing, just in case, the other lays flat against your body. 

You don't turn around when the bay window creaks, it's probably Zeke plucking you from your safe haven to face reality, so you only grip the railing harder. 

"Hey" that is a voice you know way too well and it is not Zeke. The person you are actively avoiding came to find you, what a joke. 

"Hi Bertholdt" you squeak, eyes focused more than ever on the milky way. 

"It's been a while" it has, you've missed his voice, his calm voice that is so unnerving at the moment. you grunt in response and silence stretches between you.  "You're not scared of heights anymore ?" he asks with a chuckle. 

"Nope" it's a lie, and he probably knows it, when you two were stargazing on his balcony you were holding onto him like a lifeline. But it doesn't matter, as long as you don't approach the edge he won't notice it. Another beat of silence, you pray for him to go back inside but instead you still feel his presence right next to you. 

Balling the material of your pants in your fist, you slowly crane your neck to look at him. He is close, as tall as ever, as handsome as the day you last saw him. Your chest swells with a deep breath as you offer him a weak smile. 

The smile he returns to you is genuine, your heart squeezes in your chest and you divert your gaze before he can notice the tears forming in your eyes. Bertholdt don't seem aware of the pain he put you through, it's not like he could have guessed it since you ghosted him, but a part of you can't stop being mad at him, isn't it basic manner to tell the person you've been hooking up for months if you're about to make another person your partner ? 

A voice you recognized as Annie's call for him inside and a humourless chuckle leaves your lips, perfect timing. 

"I'll see you inside ?" Bertholdt asks and you nod, knowing your voice is not reliable for the moment. 

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You didn't shed a tear and when you got back inside, thankfully the group's attention was on Ymir's phone, showing the latest fight she recorded at her job. 

The night slowly comes to an end as yawns are being passed around instead of beers. Porco and Pieck are passed out on the couch while you and Zeke are in the kitchen. He's scrubbing the plates, you are wiping them. Your shoulders are touching, the only noise filling the room is the clicking of the plates.

"Bertholdt came to talk to me" you break the silence, Zeke is quiet, waiting for your next words and you're grateful for that. "It was awkward"  another plate is passed in your hands and you give it your all to dry it as perfect as possible, busying your hands while you pour your heart out. "I don't think he knows how bad this whole... situation made me feel, I try not to be resentful but I would have liked an apology. Is it bad that I want one ?" you ask away.

"You know my views on that, and I find it hard to believe that a psychology major isn't aware of the hurt he causes to other people, but once again, I am getting old so there is that"  Zeke turns to you when he closes the tap. "Did it make you feel... better to see him ?" You shrug your shoulders, because you honestly don't know. 

It was weird to see him at first but he blended right in the dynamic group. Sure your heart was tightening in your chest everytime he would kiss Annie, bring her closer, whisper in her ear but it's not like you can do anything about it. These are your friends too, and you don't want to pass on a summer with them just because your poor little heart can't handle a bit of pain. 

"I guess they are together and I'll get used to it" you nod, determined to move on. 

"If you say so," Zeke lit an umpteenht cigarette, took a long drag, and puff the smoke in the air. "There was something interesting tonight." he states with a hint of a smile. You quirk your eyebrow up , not following his train of thoughts. "Someone couldn't stop looking at you, it was very amusing to see you playing coy." 

Giving him a hard stare you stack up the plate to put them out where they belong. 

"Come on don't give me that, Porco is kind of cute and it could do you good, to have fun, you know" he steps beside you "Get your mind off things" he blows the smoke in your face, and you hit his shoulder hard. 

"It's disgusting!" you wave your hand to dissipate the thick smoke  "And I don't think I ever want to hear you call another man cute, these cigarettes are getting to your head" You wonder what would be his reaction if he knew you guys indeed had fun already. 

Zeke hands you the tobacco stick, you take a hit. As the edgy bastard he is, Zeke imports his cigarettes from Serbia, it's nothing like the menthol cigarettes you indulge yourself once in a while, these are strong !  The smoke gets caught in your throat and you are shaken by a coughing fit. 

"You poor thing" he mocks lightly tapping your back. After coughing your lungs out you're ready to fight. 

"Hey" Porco's voice interrupts your murder attempt. "I'm about to go, Pieck is still sleeping on your couch. I couldn't wake her up."  he looks surprised to see you there, as he rubs the sleep off his brown eyes. 

"Don't worry about Pieck, I'll handle her" You give Zeke a curious look, that's an interesting choice of word even for him. "Would you be so kind as to drive my good friend home ?" his large hand is in your back as he pushes you toward Porco. You catch your feet right before stumbling over him. Porco and Zeke are chuckling, you are glaring daggers at them. 

"Sure, let me grab my keys and we can go."

"That's fine I'll just uh, I'll walk home " you declare, too proud to give them reason. 

"No you're not, we are gentlemen and we can not let a lady roam these streets alone at night" your eyes twitch at Zeke's remark, he really is trying to get himself killed. Him a gentleman ?  "Am I right, Porco ?" 

"Absolutely, plus you don't really have the fighter build in case of trouble, no offense of course" he smiles and you can tell he's absolutely not sorry. You close your eyes and take a deep breath not to scream at them.

"Ok bye."  You exit the kitchen as fast as you can, snatching your purse from the counter, you hastily put on your shoes and close the door behind you. Slamming the button of the elevator you pray for Porco not to catch up with you on time, the doors finally open, you repeatedly press the ground floor button. At the last moment Porco slides himself between the metal doors, a victorious smile on his face. 

"That was pretty close" he laughed combing, through his dirty blond hair. You roll your eyes, impatient for the elevator to reach the floor. 

You're the first to step out, crossing the lobby in a few steps, you are now outside, you have no idea where he parked his car but you decide that he doesn't matter, you confidently start to walk down the street on your right. 

"Car's the other way, pretty" Porco's irritating voice reaches your ears, you exhale loudly, spinning on yourself to meet him. 

The ride back to your place is silent after you gave him your address, he offered to connect your phone to the aux but you declined. The streets he drives by are getting familiar, you collect your purse from the ground ready, to bolt out the vehicle once he's parked.  The handbrake clicks in place, you unbuckle your belt thanking him for the ride, you're about to pull the door open when the lock echoes in the car. Your eyes go wide. 

"What is your problem ?" Porco asks in an even tone. 

"My problem ? You're locking me in your car and you ask what's wrong with me ?" 

"Do you always sunter away like a little mouse ?" he pointedly ignore your remark "Last time when we fucked at my place" the choice of word makes you gasp "The other day at the shop, a few minutes ago in Zeke kitchen, and just now." 

"I don't sunter away," you retort.  "Was it funny for you to know that I almost flashed your brother?That all your greasy colleagues thought I was his girl, you were basically bullying me up there with Zeke, so excuse me if I don't want to stay in this rinky-dink car with you!" 

"My car is not rinky-dink!" Of course the mechanic takes more offense in his vehicule slander than your actual claims. 

"That's all you have to say ?" Eying you furiously, Porco grabs your shirt, pulling you into an angry kiss.

Oh, that is unexpected. But it's not a fight you'll lose. His hands seize your waist, while his teeth gnaw at your bottom lips. Groaning into the kiss you shift in your seat to have better access to his body, your hand flies to his throat, applying light pressure. You part your lips enough for his tongue to invade your mouth. As your tongue fights for dominance, you feel his hands crawl up to pinch your nipples through your clothes, you gasp in surprise, his throat vibrates with laughter, so you squeeze it sides harder. 

Porco and you are breathless when your lips part. Your body wants more but your brain tells you that it is a very bad idea to let the thunder strike twice in the same place, you need to learn from your mistakes. 

"What did Bertholdt do to you ?" The question takes you aback and it is the final push you need to decide it's time to go home. 

"Bye" you press the lock button of his car, stepping out into the night. 

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Porco can't get you out of his head. It's not because of the sex even if it was good, it's not because you insulted his car. It is because he doesn't know anything about you. It's the essence of one night stands of course, but he finds himself curious when it comes to you.  How do you know Zeke ? How close are you two ? What about Eren ? What did lanky Bertholdt do, for you to freeze like a statue upon his arrival. He has a few ideas but nothing substantial. 

He wants to see you again, that's what he knows. 

He has found your instagram, to his great demise you are not an avid poster, he was fed with crumbs in the post you were tagged in, the stories in which you appear but it is not enough.   

Porco really wants to see you again. 

So, when Ymir invited him to the country club, guaranteeing that you'd be here, he knew that i'd be here on time, even if it's only day off and he could spent it sleeping

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You are not familiar with the country club, you feel out of place. Luckily, except for your friends it is empty. HIstoria's father, Rhodes Reiss, owns the place, she convinced him to privatise the club for her and her friends just for one afternoon.  You have to admit that the setting is beautiful, green lawn as far as the eye can see, tennis, golf court, multiple pools, you've spent worst wednesdays for sure. 

"Guys don't forget the mixologist will only be here until 1 pm so order your cocktails away!" Historia angelic's voice rings over the ambient chatter, everyone cheers as they make their ways to the indoor bar. 

Eren is the only one staying at the table with you, he's sulking as always. Apparently Mikasa is a terrible terrible friend. 

"She forces you to wear sunscreen ? What a hag !" you joke.

"It's not about the sunscreen it's like she doesn't care about my freewill you know?" he complains stuffing his face with the snacks laying around the table

"Then don't listen to her, you'll be red as a lobster in two hours" you shrug, digging in the chips as well. 

"Anyways, how do you feel about the losers being here ?" he turned to you, speaking with an open mouth sending crumbs flying to your face. You wipe your face clean and sigh. 

"Eren, Don't call them that they're, literally meters away from us!" he's referring to Bertholdt and Annie of course . 

"I don't really care, they are assholes" Eren englobes your frame, rubbing at your shoulders and you smile at him. 

After a moment you rise from your seat, taking Eren's order as you walk to the bar. By the time you come back, Reiner Eren and Porco are clumped around the barbecue, fighting to know who will be in charge of the grilling.  

Taking back your former seat, you sip  on your porstar martini observing around.  Historia is sitting on Ymir's lap, they are sharing drinks and kisses, giggling as if they are in their own little world. Connie and Sasha are in a cashew eating contest, you wonder how they're not choking, with the force they send it into each other's mouth. 

Your traitorous eyes land on Bertholdt and Annie, they are sitting close to each other, her hands are running through his soft hair, his eyes are closed as he leans into her touch. Your stomach does a funny flip and you try not to regurgitate your drink. 

The couple stands up, walking towards the pool. Annie takes off her clothes, revealing a perfectly toned body, not a hint of cellulite, not a single body roll. All of its graciousness accentuated by a two piece crystal blue swimsuit matching her eyes.  

The pit in your stomach grows inexplicably big. There is no way you are taking your clothes off any time soon. She looks like a walking goddess and you are lurking in the shadows, nursing on a drink that will only make you bitter and more fat. 

No wonder why Bertholdt chose her instead of you. They dip in the pool, body out of sight as you hold back tears. So much for not letting their relationship get to you, so much for enjoying your summer. 

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Once everyone ate their fill, Historia listed all the activities you could do. As enticing as golf and tennis sounds for now everyone wants to enjoy the pool. Sasha and Connie dips in head first, the rest of the group follows. You're not in the mood to splash around in the water yet, so you lounge around in the sunbed.  

On your right side, Armin is reading a book, on your left side, Mikasa keeps her hawk-eyes trained on the pool. You're pretty sure she's watching Eren, behind your sunglasses you can see Porco trying to drown Reiner, unsuccessfully.   

Behind all that ruckus, Ymir, Eren, Sasha and Connie are playing volleyball Historia is their referee, it is safe to say that her girlfriend's team clearly has the advantage. The blond can't keep her eyes off her for more than a second. 

"I'm grabbing some water from the bar, you guys want anything ?" you ask, after a while basking in the sun. Your whole body begs for you to take your shirt off, but you'd feel uncomfortable doing so in front of all of them. 

Armin and Mikasa give you negative answers, so you stride toward the indoors. As you're about to step into the air conditioned building a noise stops you from doing so. It's like a wail, coming from the petunia adorning the white brick complex. You take a step in the direction, the noise getting louder and louder. You recognize the humid sound of skin slapping and your body freezes. 

"Annie I-I love you" bile rises to your throat and you think you might just throw up for real this time. There is no doubt who is doing what behind these stupid bushes. Maybe it's your fault for tagging along. On shaky legs you resume your initial route. 

The cold air wrapping around your body has the same effect as a whiplash on you. You half realise what you just witnessed as your feet lead you deeper in the house on their own. Stumbling upon a cream couch about the size of your apartment you recon as the perfect spot to cry your eyes out without anyone interrupting. 

You never felt such a soft material under your body, it feels like a cloud, but you can't really appreciate it to the fullest. Your mind keeps replaying Bertholdt words like a broken record. He is in love with Annie, he lets her know, he probably let her feel it too. the heels of your hands come to cover your eyes as your back dips into the couch. A pathetic sob escapes your throat and it's not long before you start to cry uncontrollably. 

How many curved balls is life going to keep throwing at you ? Are you inflicting this on yourself ? Maybe you should put some distance between you and the friend group ? You already feel bad that Eren holds resentment against Bertholdt and Annie. You would hate for the word to spread around and that the friends group splits over this even though you doubt a lot of them would decide to stick with you over them. 

A hand on your shoulder put an end to your torturous thoughts. Your sobs die down a bit, whoever it is you don't want them to see you like that, your hands stay glued to your face. 

"Are you alright ?" you recognize Historia's voice, she sounds genuinely concerned. 

"I'm fine" your voice is weak and gravely

"Your definition of fine is crying all alone while everyone is out there having fun ? " A deeper voice chimes in. Great, Ymir is here too. 

"Ymir! Don't be like that" Historia whispers, and it comes out like a hiss. "I told you not everyone wouldn't like the salad arrangement!" 

Now, that gets a genuine laugh out of you. You rub at your eyes a few times before uncovering them. 

"Lunch was perfect" you chuckled. "I'm not crying because of that, I just needed a moment, that's all." you turn to them, they don't look convinced but they are nodding their heads. 

Ymir sits on the harmrest next to you while Historia straddles the back of the sofa to sit on your other side. 

"Well let me tell you that you missed out on a great show" Ymir starts with one of her signature smirks. Gossips are thrown left and right, some you already knew, some that left your mouth hanging.

A few meters away, Porco is hiding behind a wall, he got lost on his way to the bathroom and when he came back he heard crying from the lobby. His heart sank when he realised it was you, he contemplated coming to you, asking the reasons behind those tears but with the way your last encounter went he doubted you'd want to talk to him. His initial plan was to wait for you to calm down and join, but Ymir and Historia beated him to it. 

So now he is stuck here, listening to the latest gossip, he knows the couple is reliable for that kind of talk so he enjoys it. And he feels a bit better when you slowly start to participate in the discussion.  When the girls tell you that Eren kissed both Mikasa and Armin after winning volleyball you laugh, saying that it's in his nature, that he's greedy. Porco agrees with you, even if you can't see it. 

Deciding that it is time to come out, Porco steps onto the carpeted floor. The three girls eye him curiously before whispering among themselves. 

"Pock come over here we need your views on some hot topic" Ymir gestures to him. as he approaches he can see you better, your eyes are red, not surprising, you're still wearing that oversize shirt, everyone else is in swimsuit but you insist on keeping that extra piece of clothes. He saw you on the sunbed, pulling at it, trying to create a breeze, so why resist ?  Your eyes met his and you gave him a quick smile. 

A pleasant surprise, smiling back at you Porco takes a seat at your feet, back resting on the fainting couch, he props his elbow up on the soft material, his skin is touching yours, you don't pull away. 

"So what was my expertise needed for ?" he asks to no one in particular, Historia is quick to fill him in on the Hitch/Marlowe situation despite the fact he already heard it all, hidden behind the wall.  Allegedly Marlowe cheated on his girlfriend he denies the allegations, but there are some incriminating videos spreading around, and no one in their right mind would rock a bowl cut other than him.  Porco judges him guilty. 

The distinct sound of glass breaking rushes Ymir and Historia outside. Porco  is now all alone with you, still sitting at your feet. You're unmoving, eyes glued in front of you. Are you not leaving because of the thing he said to you the other night ? A smile pulls on his face at the thought. 

"What ?" Your voice interrupts his thoughts and he raises his hands defensively. 

"Nothing, aren't you hot with that shirt on ? " your eyes narrow on him and he just knows that you're about to bite. 

"Why do you want to see me undressed so badly you pervert" Your foot pushes his arm off the couch and a fit of laughter courses him.

"I'm just saying, if you want to go for a dip, you've got half an hour left, we are off golfing after" he declares "And i remember seeing you naked just fine" This time it's his shoulder you push with your foot as you look around. 

"Porco! " you whine, and it reminds him of all the delicious noise he elicited from you on that night. There is a tremor in his sweatpant and he pretends not to feel it. " I was here to get water anyways" you rise from the couch, visibly flustered as you walk to the backside of the house. 

Getting ahead of you Porco waits by the sliding door so he can open them for you once you get close. 

"See ? I can be a gentleman" you sigh at the remark but Porco notices half a smile on your lips, it's a victory. 

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Your Wednesday ended on a higher note than you thought it would. Porco had gravitate around you for the rest of the afternoon. You went swimming in the pool and he couldn't wipe his proud smile off his face like he invented the very concept of it or if he built the pool with his own hands. 

He is infuriating but a part of you thinks it's endearing, a part you desperately tried to mute. Not an easy task when he  was stuck by your side for the rest of the day giving you access to a  large range of his personality. 

When the group decided to join the green, Porco swiped you to the side so you could be paired with him in the golf cart, you let him do so, not particularly wanting to be paired with anyone else. But you should have known better. His driving was erratic, you had to cling to him not to be propulsed out of the cart. 

Porco of course was proud of himself, all smiles and teasing remarks. It was your turn to jubilate when you actually started playing. He thought that he was going to teach you a few tricks but your movements were already well oiled up. You beat him fair and square with the minimum moves. 

The ride back to the main estate was silent, you teased him about his defeat as his scowl deepened, but when you laughed he joined you. The sun setting over the lawn casted the most beautiful pink and orange hues, enriched by the palm and olive trees.  Porco was darn handsome in this light. HIs eyes shining like gold, hair tousling in the wind as he was focused on the road. 

You hated yourself for thinking about Bertholdt in that moment, to think about how it would've been if you spent the day with him instead. But it was also the moment you decided to stop putting you through hell for the sake of it, at the next hangout if the couple is there you won't go. As simple as that, there is no point in torturing yourself any further, you should enjoy the time you can spend in peace before the start of a new semester, after all it'll come sooner than you expect and there is a chance you won't be able to escape them as you please once on  campus. 

In the parking lot everyone thanked Historia for the day she arranged for the group to enjoy. Away from all prying eyes Porco asked for your number, your heart did a flip when his question reached your ears. You gave it to him, hiding your enthusiasm. He texted you the very same night, asking what you were doing on friday night. 

That's how you ended up here, strapped to his chest as his finger curls inside of your cunt. Your legs are forcefully opened, the praise he whispers in your ear is filthy but you can't stop asking for more. 

"Porco please" you whine, back arching off his chest. 

"Please what baby ? You want more, another finger ?" you're unable to answer him so he decides for you, letting his thumb circle your clit. "Like that?" you nod teasing your own nipple with the tip of your fingers. 

Porco's head is tucked in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses and bites in his wake. Clawing at his thigh you let him know that you are close. 

"Cum for me baby please" he whispers right next to your ear,  fingers curling faster against your most sensitive spot. As you feel your orgasm get closer your thighs try to close on themselves but Porco is quick to keep them parted with his feet. "Don't shy away from me" he plants a sweet kiss on your shoulder blade "Give me what i want" another kiss, and you lay boneless against him as your body is ran through bursts of pleasure. 

The arm slung around your midsection tightens its hold, slowly grounding you back to reality. 

"You're such a good girl" Porco coos as he slowly retrieves his fingers from your pussy.

When you open your eyes again, head resting on his shoulder you find him already staring at you, his glistening fingers are held close to his face as he makes a show licking them clean. You hide your face in his neck out of embarrassment. 

"I like the way you taste" he announces "You should try it too, come here" sitting you up, Porco takes a hold of your jaw, as he inserts his fingers in your mouth. 

The taste of your own cum isn't foreign to you, what is foreign is those hazel eyes staring down at you. Twirling your tongue around Porco's digits, you earn a satisfied grunt out of him. You're shy under his gaze, you feel exposed, he is embracing you in a way that doesn't allow you to move, all you feel is Porco, all you see is Porco, the taste coating your tongue is given to you by Porco. 

Once he's satisfied, he takes his fingers out of your mouth, immediately kissing you. His strong hands spin your body around slowly, so your bodies are facing. In an aroused surge you throw your hands behind his neck, needing him closer. In response, his hands press your hips impossibly closer against him, his erection is poking at your lower belly, you rut against it, in an attempt to make him snap. 

You both moan into the kiss, it's messy and needy, it fulfills all your wants and his. You pull on his hair when you're out of breath. Your eyes meet and a dissatisfied grunt escapes him.  Last time you slept with Porco you don't recall him being this needy but all in all it pretty much fits his personality outside of the bedroom you giggle at his frowning brows and he pinches your hip. 

"You want to be on top princess?" you shake your head at his question, feeling extra lazy after your second orgasm, his tongue had bullied you before he used his finger on you. A smile spread on his face as he lay your body down under his. "That's right let me take care of you" his hands place themselves on each side of your face as he covers it in kisses. You are overwhelmed with his affection but you are loving it. 

Porco's erection slap his lower abdomen as he takes out his boxer. The sight makes your pussy flutter. 

"Do you want me to..." you ask, sitting up on your elbows, but you don't know how to finish that sentence so you vaguely gesture to his manhood. 

"Nope i'm all good, but you can give it a little kiss before we start." he grins stroking his length a few times. You chortle, not knowing if he's serious, so you ask. "Of course I'm serious, it makes me extra happy so in the end it'll make you extra happy." he smiles, pressing a kiss down on your lips before sitting back down on his heels. You roll your eyes at his antics, sitting up nevertheless to plant a wet kiss on the tip of his cock. 

"You're so polite" Porco muses as he caresses the top of your head. you let your tongue dart on the underside of his tip and he hisses, as his penis twitches. What a sensitive man, you smile kissing it one last time before you lay down. 

Porco reaches for his bedside table, opening the drawer no doubt to get a condom, you whine. His attention falls back on you. "You don't want me to use one ?" he grins and you shake your head left to right. "You want to feel it all ? Dirty girl" he coos kissing your neck as you feel his tip prod at your entrance. "Well here we go baby" he pushes his cock between your wet walls in one go  knocking the air out of your lungs and your mouth falls in an o shape, a stream of sinful moan escaping your parted lips under his ministration. 

"Fuck Porco!" your nails are scratching at his back and he encourages you to do more. 

"Mark me up baby please" he kisses the corner of your lips as his hips snap precisely against yours. "Can't get you out of my head" he murmurs, biting your jaw.  

You don't know if you are to take his words seriously, is it a part of his sex banter or is it just the pleasure haze clouding his judgement. Your pussy doesn't seem to think much about it, clenching greedily around his length. 

"Thinking about me ?" 

"All the time" he grunts 

It almost feels like love, not that you know what it is, but if you had to imagine it would probably be this, your heart is swollen with affection and you don't know where to place it, so you kiss his mouth with all the fervor you have. 

Your belly swarms with need, you want more, as you're licking up his tongue you cross your legs around Porco's waist, his cock reaching deeper and deeper each time he's fully nested inside of you. 

Moist hands crawl up your ribs, your underarm to hand up on the sides of your face. Porco breaks the kiss to look in your eyes, his pupils are dilated and a dopey grin seize the bottom of his face. 

"You're so pretty" he kisses your cheeks "And you're all mine" he smiles, kissing the other side as well.  

"I am" you mewl against his skin, and he nods, you've decided to play along with whatever frenzy took over him. "You're mine too ?" Porco nods  as his cock twitches inside of you. 

When the heat of your bodies becomes too much, Porco sits up on his knees, he uncrosses your legs to relocate them on his shoulder. Kisses are placed on your ankle before he starts pistoning inside of you again. 

The new angle makes your toes curl in delight.  It won't be long before you reach your third climax of the night. To make your condition worse Porco licks one of his thumbs, approaching it dangerously from your clitoris. 

"Porco" you whine catching his wrist before it came in contact with you. 

"Just one more I promise" he rasps, smooching your ankl. You weakly nod and the sweet torture starts, your body jolts under his touch, your eyes closes and your back arch off the matress. 

"Oh my god"  you're a mess, he renders you completely brainless, the sound of your voices fills the room, you blabber and incoherent meddle of words and he guides you over the edge, letting you know how good you make him feel, how great you're doing. 

A shaking hand covers your own mouth as your orgasm crashes over you, your whole body coursed with tremors. The walls of your wet pussy hold him tight as a stream of curse words escapes his drool tainted lips. A few more strokes is all he needs to empty himself deep inside of you. 

Porco's sweaty forehead rests against your as you rake your nails up and down his back. "That was amazing" he declares through an erratic breath, you nod, kissing his lips softly, they pull into a tiny smile. 

Laying on his back Porco directs your body toward his making your head rests on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat lulls you to sleep, but before you can leap off the edge. The front door closes and you hear multiple voices coming from down the hallway. you jolt awake, sitting up as you use the blanket to cover your chest. You hit him in the stomach and he groans. 

"Is that an habit of yours ?!" you hit him repeatedly over and over before he catches your wrist in his. 

"I didn't know I swear I promise" he looks sincere, you see the gears turning in his head "Fuck is it friday today ?" you nod and he sighs in defeat. "The boys are here to watch the match"

You bury your head in his pillow to scream, so you'll have to elope in front of a group of men full of testosterone exacerbated by the prospect of a game night ? You can already imagine the remarks they'll make once you close the door. 

"Who's here ?" you ask peeking your head out of the bedding. 

"Reiner, Zeke and they probably picked up Marcel on their way."  you hide your face in the pillow to scream again. Zeke ? Zeke ! If he sees you there will  be no doubt about the reason for your presence, which would make him right in his mind palace so all the more insufferable, there is no way you can walk out the front door. 

Porco tentatively lays a hand on your back but you swat it away. picking yourself up you walk toward the window, looking at the ground it's the third floor maybe you could jump and come out intact. 

"Hold up, you're not jumping !" Porco interrupts, gripping on your blanket covered body. 

"I am ! There is no way I can walk out of here with my dignity!"

"There is, you owe me a sleepover so just stay here tonight I'll drive you home first thing in the morning I swear it on Marcel life." you hit his shoulder hard. 

"Leave Marcel out of this! And I don't owe you shit!"

"You're right that's right! But it's your best option isn't it ?" Porco takes your silence as a yes."I'll tell the guys I took a nap ok ? That I'm heading for a shower, you come with me, we change the sheets, you go to sleep and I swear you can wake me at the crack of dawn I'll drive you to your place." To support his claim Porco takes your hand, brings it to his mouth as he leaves kisses all over the back. You exhale loudly; it does sound like the safest option since you're not fond of heights.

"Be quick" is all you say, Porco peck kisses to your mouth, put on sweatpants and disappear out of the room. 

What a mess you've put yourself though again, biting on your nails you can only hope that his plan will work.  When Porco reappears he takes the blanket out of your shoulder pushing it to the ground, picks you up bridal style as he walks down the hallway

"They're going to see us!" you squeal but he shushes you with a kiss. Entering the room on his right, he makes sure to let you down before locking the door. 

"This is the bathroom that was under construction last time you came" he announces and you nod looking around, it is more spacious than Marcel's and it looks brand new. "See ? Everything is going to work out" he smiles cradling your face to give you a kiss. You are trapped between him and the wall behind you. His tongue invades your mouth and you moan, everything is going to be fine, your shoulder relaxes, when the voices beyond the wall remind you of your predicament. The brother who saw you half naked, the genius that suggested you should bang the very man you're kissing, the best friend of the man who ruined your last few months are all gathered in the same room.

"Shower" you say, pulling on Proco's hair. 

"Shower" he answers 

The hot water is a blessing for your muscles, you would have stayed in longer if it wasn't for the obvious stressful situation. All through the process of getting washed and dried, Porco couldn't keep his hand to himself, touching you, kissing you. You decide for your own sanity not to think about it. 

Back in Porco's room, the two of you are changing the sheets with a comfortable silence.

"I slept with Bertholdt for a few months, that's what happened" you don't know why you say it especially now but his question from a week ago hasn't left your mind since. 

"I see, isn't he with Annie now ?" you nod feeling his gaze on you. "Was it better with him or with me ? "  You give him a hard stare and he seems content with your reaction. 

"It was better with Marcel"  two can play that game. His face drops and it is your turn to smile. 

"Not cool," he mutters, throwing the last clean pillow on the bed. Porco joins you on the side. "I'll join the others now, there is water on the bedside, you can use my charger if you need" he kisses your cheek and you nod, slipping under the cover. "Good night." are the last words you hear before falling in a deep slumber. 

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When Porco came back to his room that night he almost forgot that you were here. He could get used to it , your small frame in his large bed, wearing his clothes smelling like him. Squeezing your waist from behind he can still smell the faint trace of your own perfume, imposing amongst his. Your body is warm against his. Porco nuzzles in your neck, letting the fatigue take over him. 

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Marcel never thought he would see you again after the bathroom incident but then you show up to his workplace. He thought that was the end of it, but for the last couple weeks you've been showing up to his place almost everyday. He remembers the day Porco came into his room, you on his arm, announcing that you'll be a regular at their apartment. 

 Porco, as cocky as ever, didn't think there was an issue with his behavior. The reaction of his little brother when you called him out was priceless; mouth gaping like a fish and wide eyes. 

Well if you don't see the similarities between what you just did and selling me on the curb I don't think that I want to be here 

That's what you said seconds before the sound of the front door slamming echoes in the house. Porco was frozen in place, dumbfounded by your reaction. On the other side Marcel could only think that this would serve his brother right. 

Porco has always been a temperamental child, and he grew into it, he's rude, short fused and lacks manners, someone with a shy personality could easily get swallowed. But you stood up to his little brother, and that helps him sleep better at night. Knowing that you won't get humiliated in this relationship. 

Marcel doesn't know for sure if you two are an official couple, but he knows that he never saw his brother act this way before. From the kitchen he can see you asleep, back leaning against the couch as your legs rest under the coffee table. Porco is all over you, arms secured around your waist, legs intertwined with yours as he observes your sleeping face. He's  kissing your forehead, cheeks and chin. Marcel almost feels bad watching this scene, like it wasn't for his eyes. 

The next morning you insisted on helping him fold the laundry. 

"I spend most of my days here, my clothes are probably somewhere in this anyway" you chuckled, sitting next to him on the ground. 

There are three distinct piles, Marcel, Porco and yours . 

"Uh is this yours ?" you asked, holding a black shirt with frog design all over. Marcel chuckled, shaking his head left to right. "Sorry I never saw Porco wearing it" you giggle, folding it neatly as you add it on Porco's stack. 

"Things are good with him ?" the question benn dancing on his tongue ever since the official introductions

"Yes, they are" you answer, gaze heavily fixated on the remaining clothes to be folded in the basket. 

"I'm not saying this because I'm his brother but, I never saw him like that with anyone" You look flustered at his words maybe he shouldn't have said that. 

"Did he bring a lot of people over ? "Your meak voice asks, Marcel brows pull in concern. 

"That is not really my place to answer, you guys never talked about this ?" you turn to him with an anxious expression. Before picking at the clothes again

"You probably don't want to hear this but.. we have a lot of sex" you whisper the last part as if it is a curse "Soon he'll get bored of it and move on, we don't really talk about those things." 

Upon hearing your words Marcel eyebrow raises in surprise, yesterday's scene replays in his head and he can attest without a doubt that Porco wouldn't be acting this way with a simple hookup. 

"Why do you think that ?" he can't help but ask. 

"Isn't it how it goes ?" you shrug your shoulders hiding your face completely from him as you sort the last pieces of cloth left. 

It hurts him to see you like that, do you really think you don't have other things to offer than your sex ? 

After a moment of silence the door opens, revealing a sweaty and frowning Porco. A smile grows on his face when he notices you by the couch. Being done with your share of the work, you meet his brother on the doorstep. With the distance he can't hear what you say to him as you disappear down the corridor, but Porco's smile is no longer etched on his face. 

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Your heart is heavy in your chest, the conversation you had with Marcel makes you feel guilty, dishonest toward Porco. You would hate to put him in the same predicament Betholdt put you through so you need to clear the air. 

"Is something the matter" Porco asks, worry clearly painted on his face, the pressure in your chest double down as you anxiously pull at your cuticles. 

"What are we ?" you ask point blank. "You and me I mean" you brace for impact, waiting for his response. 

Porco smiles, placing his hands on each side of your face. "You're my girlfriend."  he leans in for a kiss, but you back off, head tilted to the side. 

"I am ?" Your question is genuine, there is nothing funny and yet Porco laughs. 

"Well yes" 

"When did it happen ?"

Porco shrugs his shoulders, as his thumbs rubs your cheeks. "I don't know somewhere between the restaurants, the movies and the mind blowing sex." You bite your inner cheek, he did, wine and dine you more than once, he checks up on you when you're away from him, listens to all your rambles but why did he never asked you to be his ? 

"Can make it official if you want, give me five minutes I'll fetch flowers, chocolate and a priest" you hit his flank as a stupid grin appears on the bottom of his face. Closing the distance between your faces, you enjoy the taste of your boyfriend's lips. 

"You were scared my baby ?" Porco teases when you part from him. 

"Don't push it, you should be apologizing on your knees right now" you joke, flicking his nose.

"If I get on my knees it is not to apologize" 

The banter goes on, you can only half process that Porco Galliard is officially your boyfriend. Your stomach does a funny dance  everytime the words cross your mind. Maybe, just maybe you could get used to it. 

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the "connie is dumb" agenda needs to die same goes for the bertholdt name jokes i'm so sorry

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tearing up as i write some angst boooooo tomatoes tomatoes

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have a hard time writing these days :') i'll keep pushing through hoping it'll be as good as i picture it in my head

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reiner is also colorblind….

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what if… i wrote an annie x reader fic

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my sword and shield. Connie x reader

warnings : ancient greece au, reader is an heteara, biref mention of blood and gore, soldier!connie, virgin!connie, first time, handjob, missionary, cowgirl, fluff, breeding, praise.

author's note : heteara were not prostitutes, they came from good families, they knew how to sing, dance and play instruments, often entertaining friendships with high ranked men in society, they had a sit at their table as their guest, these men would come to the hetaera for conversations, views on political or philosophical matters because they knew they were educated women, it was a way for them (hetaera) to be independant, some of their sexual relationship were priced or they would receive gifts but they are not to be mistaken with pornae, that worked in brothels and were usually freed slaves.

Enjoy the last part of this au babes!

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The salt from the sea clings to your skin as you walk back home. The sun is rising and your hair is not fully dry yet. In the distance you hear the familiar voices of Constantine, your guard, and Sasha, one of your friends. They are laughing, and without knowing the reason for their joy a smile instantly pulls on your face. 

"Morning" you start as you approach them. The duo jump a bit in place and you stifle a laugh. 

Constantine looks shocked to see you out of your home, you wished him a good night yesterday when you got back and haven't talked since. 

"I snuck out from the back, Bertholdt was asleep" you clarify referring to one of the other guards. His shoulders relax but he groans stills. 

"This guy is not serious, with all my respect I know you picked us all for a reason but he spends his days sleeping, he fell face first in his meal the other day." you giggle at the anecdote, covering your mouth. 

"He is fine, do not worry Constantine." You take the time to admire him when you answer, it is rare to see him without his helmet, for obvious reasons. 

His face is tan within the outline of his usual helmet, making his golden eyes pop out, his hair is no longer than freshly cut grass, their ashy colors complimenting his skin. His body is one of his working tools so of course it is trained to the perfection. rippling muscles proudly displayed, you can't see what his chest looks like but you have no doubt it is as mouth watering as the rest, you don't allow your gaze to linger on his thigh, knowing that your mind will no doubt slip to non innocent thoughts. 

The gold steel armor you have chosen for your guards wrap up the whole look harmoniously.

Your eyes travel back to his face and you notice now that he has an unidentified crumb at the corner of his lips. swiping it with your thumb, you bring it to your mouth. Sasha and him exchange a wide eye look and you wonder what is the meaning. His cheeks are significantly redder, how adorable. 

"You have some for me ?" you ask, turning to Sasha, she looks down at the sweets with pulled brows. "These are my only two left I-" you snatch one from the towel, biting it before she can protest. A delicious honey cake. Sasha looks at you with wide eyes and Constantine barks a laugh, head falling backward. You lick your lips admiring his Adam apple bobbing up and down.

"I'm sure that mysterious blond  keeps some more for you, don't be sad" you jest, petting her cheek and she feints to bite it. 

You can see that her cheeks turn red at the mention of her lover so she is quick to divert the subject. 

"How did you two meet ? And by the hells  why are you calling him Constantine and not Connie like the rest of us ?" 

You look at Constantine and he looks back at you with round eyes, your attention goes back to Sasha as you give her an answer "Well you see, since Connie works for me I have to show some kind of authority, so to me he is Constantine" you look his way and he nods, a faint blush painting his peaked cheeks. "As for how we met, well, he saved my life, a boar broke into the house, I thought that I was going to die, but Constantine was one step ahead." Sasha's mouth opens in shock and she nods vigorously. 

"Did you eat the boar after that ?" a very Sasha answer. 

"We did, and its skin is somewhere on the wall" Constantine answered for you. 

"Wait, you think it could have been Zeus ? Maybe he wanted you to birth his child !" she looks back and forth between you as she had an epiphany and you scrunch up your face. 

"If that's the case I'm glad Constantine was here" you whisper "I don't need Hera's wrath following me" you confess and they break laughing again. 

The breeze reminds you that your body hasn't entirely dried up after you dip in the sea. 

"I'll leave you to it, Morpheus is calling my name." 

"You didn't sleep last night ?" Constantine asks, a hint of worry in his smooth voice. 

You shake your head left to right "If anyone comes today would you please tell them that i'm away ? or ill ?" he nods, silently approving your request, you let your hand run up his arm as you walk past him, thanking him for his undying, loyal services. You could swear you felt his hair rise under your touch. 

"Ta leme Sasha" you wave at her, making your way to your chamber. 

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"The gods did not graced me with Penelope's patience" you grumble, pinching the ears of the Galliard's brothers as they hiss under your touch. "Out! Now!" you release their ear after walking them to the exit. 

You have lost count of how many times they came to your door, arguing, and asking you to be the judge. You love to hear them blabber, it gives you  exclusive gossip, only today you are not in the mood. 

From the sandy streets Porco and Markos are looking at you like you slaughtered their pet dog. 

You shoo them away like stray cats and they get on their way. 

Constantine turns to you after making sure your visitors are gone for good, The helmet is back on, you wish you could still admire his pretty features without the iron encasing his face, alas for your safety and his, it is better this way. You do discern a smile hanging low on his face. 

"Are you amused by my misadventures Constantine ?" you ask with no bite in your voice. 

"It's just... interesting I don't think I ever saw you that serious" he jokes, eyeing your crossed arms over your chest. As you're about to answer a stream of raindrops hits your skin, the sky above your head is a dark grey, too focused on the brotherly bickering, you haven't noticed his threatening color. Constantine tug on your wrist, shielding you from the rain under the peristyle that surrounds the inner courtyard. Just in time as a loud rumbling thunder crashes in the distance and the rain hits the floor harder still. 

It is rare for the island to be struck with storms but when they happen it make it look like the gods are upset with its inhabitant and punishing them, the last time it happen you were locked in this very house for two days and found the streets to be a complete mess once you were able to step a foot outside again. 

Another clash of thunder makes you jump in place and Constantine places his hand in yours when he sees you fiddling nervously. 

"Do you think I've upset Zeus with what I said the other day ?" you ask, squeezing his hand when bright flashes of lightning lit up the stormy sky. 

"I do believe his ego can take such an innocent jab" it reassures you a bit and you smile up to him even though you can barely see his eyes. At the same time the wind picks up, sending the waters slashing through the colonnades, clutching your guard hand, you bring him deeper into the house, where the water can't reach you. 

Looking down at your clothes you find that the rain makes it cling to you like a second skin, luckily you chose a dark shade of purple today, it is probably see through. You look at your counterpart, Constantine can't be comfortable with all that steel around him, on the tip of your toes you take off his helmet. He let out a long exhale and you can finally admire his face again. 

"Let's get dried up Constantine follow me" you climb up the stairs to your chambers. and he follows obediently, the gold helmet is still in your hands, you put it close to your chest for a better grip and you wonder how would it feel for his head to rest against your very skin. 

The thunder keeps striking the ground, making the wall of your house shake. Constantine steps into your room like he is out of place and you hold back a grin.  You saw him kill animals and intruders in cold blood but a lady's chamber is where he shakes in fear ? You bite your cheek as he looks around the room with a sheepish expression. You let his helmet rest on the nearby table. 

"Come here let's get you out of this" you gesture to him and he walks up to you in silent strides."You do wear something under all of this do you not ?" you tease and his shoulder relaxes

" Only one way to find out" your eyebrow shot up in surprise as you begin to untie the leather strings that hold in place his epomides, once his shoulders are free he rolls them a few times and you refrain yourself from biting into them, the candle lit room makes him look absolutely delicious.  Busying yourself with the rest of his armour you let your fingers fleet against his honeyed skin. 

Underneath all this steel he is wearing a simple toga, shorter than the regular, not to impede his movement you can easily guess. His thighs are a work of art, competing with each of the statues you have seen in your life, a rush of heat goes to your core and you shake your head to stop it from going farther. 

"Let me find a clean cloth for you" you exit the room quickly. Another clap of thunder helps you ground yourself, you are not having lustful thoughts about your most loyal guard you are only helping him because of the storm, you have a heart it's not like you can just let him under the pouring rain. 

Clinking steel echoes in the stairs and soon Reiner and Bertholdt, two of your other guards appear in front of you drenched from head to toe. 

"Went for a dip ?" you tease and they both exhale looking defeated. "I was on my way down, I'll grab some clothes for you as well."

You make you wander downstairs at the speed of light. Knocking on the guest room door, Bertholdt cracks the door open allowing you to hand the dry material. "Can I have one for Reiner ?" he asks, looking down at his feet. Of course those two stick together even though there are other spare rooms to use. You nod, fulfilling his request. "Have fun" your singsong before retiring to your own chamber. 

The room is now lit with more candles you notice, Constantine's armour is neatly placed in a corner. His sandals are off, the moment he hears the door shut he turns to you.

"I- I took the liberty of using your candles" you nod, stepping toward him, handing him the clothes. Thanking you with a smile, Constantine processes to pat himself dry. He's looking at you while doing it. There is something in his eyes you can't quite decypher. It scares you  , but it also makes your inside giddy. 

"Do you need help too ? Undressing" Constantine asks as he approaches you, with the same glint in his eyes. You don't answer for a bit, letting the sound of the rain and thunder fill the silence. 

"I am not wearing anything under this." you whisper still looking in his eyes.

He nods, pushing your curls out of your cleavage, tracing the fabric on your shoulders, his rough hands slowly sliding down the material until it is pooling at your feet. You are naked in front of him, eyes still locked on his, they slowly travel down your form, memorising each curve, mole and scars. 

You are shy under his gaze, you don't know why, it is far to be the first time you are in your simplest attire in front of a man, maybe it's because he works for you, maybe it's because he is still clothed. 

Another step in your direction and you are trapped between him and the door. You are about to speak when his soft lips are against yours, they stay motionless for a moment, none of you pulling back so you decide to deepen the kiss, your hands roam his strong arms, shoulders, until they find an anchor behind his neck. Your tongue laps at his lips until he parts them, giving  full access to his mouth. The battle for dominance is short as he tugs one of your nipples, you jolt in place, you feel the corner of his mouth spread and  you curse him internally. 

When he pulls back you bite his cheek hard. He winces but you can feel his chest move with laughter. 

"Not fair" you murmur moving to his ear biting again. 

His large hands fondle your hips and he moans under your sweet torture. 

"I want you" he murmurs as his grip intensifie. 

"Constantine, I don't think it's a good idea" You murmur, peeling your body from his so you can look in his eyes. 

"Why ?  Reiner and Bertholdt haven't asked for your permission" on cue, a loud moan is heard from down the corridor. You close your eyes, what a great timing. 

"It's different for us, Constantine. I am a woman, you work for me and... there is my occupation." 

"Don't you want it ? I have seen the way you look at me, I thought hetaeras were all about pleasure." he teases, twisting your hair around his finger. 

"And conscience" you tone swatting his hand away but a smile is present on your face. "I don't want this to come in the way of our relationship, you truly are doing amazing work, you're handsome you'll have no worry finding someone willing to satisfy you I'm sure !" 

"It's you that I want" his hands place themselves on the small of your back, connecting your bodies once more. Your ego inflates under his word, there is nothing you'd want more than to ravish him, hearing him chanting your name, feeling his strong body on top of yours. 

Biting your inner lips your eyes travel down to his clothed manhood. You'll take a look at it, if it is to your liking you'll indulge, if not you'll send him on his way. Grabbing the piece from his shoulder you take the cloth down in one movement. 

Just like the rest of his body, his naked penis is as enticing as his face, his eyes and his voice. Your will crumble down, you need to have it. A roll in the hay with this man can't be that damaging ? If anything it'll strengthen your bond.

Looking up at him once more, you melt on his lips, directing him to the bed that lay next to nearby. He groans in the kiss, placing his body on top of yours, the skin to skin contact makes you shiver, his body is running hot while yours is still humid from the clothes you, or rather he, took off a moment ago. 

You push him off so he's laying next to you. Wasting no time you spit in your hand to apply smooth up and down motion on his cock.  

"U-uh I never done this before" he moans looking down at where your bodies connect. You huff a laugh tightening your finger around his shaft. But when you look up at him you can see in his eyes that he is not playing this time. 

"What ?" you ask in disbelief, making a halt in your movements. pushing his hips up in your hand he ignores your question and his cheek turns a light pink. Retiring your hand all at once you force him to look at you. "You're a soldier and you never had a woman before ?" you ask again and he closes his eyes. 

"No, never felt like i wanted it, but now I do" filth full ideas are running in your head. He never experienced another body before, you could do anything to him. Your cunt clenches and you know that it is about time that you pounce on him. 

"You do now ?" you repeat in a sultry voice. He nods, and you kiss his lips softly. "Well i'm going to be *kind to you Constantine" you kiss his jaw resuming your touch on his half erected penis. 

"Please call me Connie" he rasps rutting his hips in your hand. 

"Connie" you call, as your other hand has an affair with the slit of his penis. Your thumb rubs circular motion around it making him whine and tremble. "Connie" you call again and he pleads to never stop. You are the first person to witness him like that and it drives you crazy, you don't want anyone to be graced with such delight. His seriousness and attitude as a guard is long forgotten, he is just another man succumbing to your touches now. 

His penis jolts in your hands, splaying his semen over your skin. 

 "How was that ?" you ask once his breath is coming back to regular after his orgasm. 

"Good, it's my turn now, lay down. I want to make you feel good."

There is a chance that he doesn't know what to do, but you let him take the lead, curious about how he is going to manage. Lining his tip with your entrance Connie looks up to you and you nod silently signaling that he can start. Your wall stretches around him and your mouth opens in delight, you knew he'd feel good from the moment you took a look at his size, this is perfect. securing you legs behind his back you kiss his mouth a few times as he thrusts slowly accelerates. 

Connie hides his face in your neck, grunting with every thrust, he picks up the pace until you're almost slammed into the wall and you gasp. 

"By the gods Connie, slow down!" 

"Sorry! Hurting you, am I hurting you ?" he asks, eyes wide as his movements stop. 

"No, but you need to savor this moment" with the heel of your feet you guide his hips in deep slow thrust. "Like this" he nods, moving on his own and you relax again. His cock takes the time to tease each centimeter of your whole and you moan. 

The snap of his hips fall into a comfortable rhythm against yours, beads of sweat forming along his hairline, breath ragged as his eyes keep traveling from your face to your cunt, almost like he can't believe what's happening "It's better right ?" 

"Y-yes I can feel you, all of you" he gulps cupping your face to kiss you. 

"You like how you feel Connie?" you ask, squeezing your walls around him and he moans, the heat and the grip hitting all at once. 

"You are a witch, that's why they keep coming back to you."  his deep voice claims. 

"Wait until I take control you're going to think I'm a goddess" Balancing your weight in your legs you switch positions, his flat on his back, you're standing proud on top of him. He is lodged deep inside of you, this position makes you blissfully aware. 

Resting your hand on his strong chest you balance your hips front to back, mimicking the movement of the tides. A  loud thunder clap  echoes outside and you grin looking down in his golden eyes. 

"Do you think he's jealous ?" you ask, referring to the gods of gods. 

"I will if I were deprived of that"  Connie's hands are clenched around the meat of your thigh, he looks like he's stranded at sea and holding on for dear life, so you grind even faster against him. He calls your name in shaky moans and the smile on your face is triumphant. 

Leaning into him you kiss his face, murmuring in his skin how good he is doing. Taking advantage of your unsteady balance, Connie rolls you on the bed, you are both on your sides looking into each other's eyes as he hooks one of your legs to his waist, giving him better access to your wet cunt. 

"I'm so glad I waited for you" he confesses through gritted teeth as he ruts into you. 

"You are?" you tease, threading his hair with your free hand. He nods in response, breath crashing over your face. You never thought you'd had sex with Constantine, let alone be his first, but it creates a newfound sensation in your chest. You push it down, kissing his lips greedily as you feel your orgasm approach. 

"Connie" you call between heated kisses, you take the hand that is gripping your thigh to direct it toward your pussy, you make his thumb catch your bundle of nerves, running it in slow motion, your hands over his guiding him through the process. You call his name a final time, as your body traversed by tremors. Your wall clamps down on his erection and a thick liquid fills your cunt. as he squeezes you tight against his chest. 

It's only after another rumbling course in the sky that you realise what you just did. 

Connie's eyes are still closed and you wonder if he fell asleep. 

"Where are you going he asks" when you try to break free from his grasp. 

"You... finished inside of me I-" you clear your throat feeling embarrassed to say it outloud "I have herbs downstairs that will help me with this" 

"Sorry I didn't realize" he sits up, looking genuinely sorry and you stifle a laugh.

"That's fine, my mind was elsewhere too." you trace his chest with the tip of your fingers and he nods. Kissing your lips softly Connie helps you up on your feet. 

"I'll come with you, just in case an intruder took advantage of the storm." he jokes, you roll your eyes laughing with him as you put your clothes back on. 

[rhadamanthes]

thinking about getting spanked by erwin…

those big hands, and you know he’d make you count out loud and thank him for each one. he’d talk you through it, deep voice dropped sweet and soft, teasing you for how wet you’re getting from his attention, bent over his knee.

he wouldn’t let up - no matter how spacey you got, how slow and slurred your counting becomes, tears rolling down your cheeks - until you get through however many he’s assigned you.

then he’s pressing gentle kisses into your hair and tugging you up into his lap to take proper care of you.

[rhadamanthes]

the youngest daughter urge to throw a tantrum and be coddled over it

[rhadamanthes]

I love your Ancient Greece au !!!! I love it !!!!!!!!! The Connie part was delicious !!!!!!!!! Take your time !!!! Write about whatever you want !!!!!!!!! I will read all of it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (—The same person who asked about Eremin :3)

aaaaah <3 thank you so much for sticking with me kind anon :') I don't know what my next fic will be yet there are so many options!!

[rhadamanthes]

“Reiner and Bertholdt never asked permission” REIBERT MENTION ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

YEEEES! one of my fav ships i want to squish them together like dolls

[rhadamanthes]

my sword and shield. Connie x reader

warnings : ancient greece au, reader is an heteara, biref mention of blood and gore, soldier!connie, virgin!connie, first time, handjob, missionary, cowgirl, fluff, breeding, praise.

author's note : heteara were not prostitutes, they came from good families, they knew how to sing, dance and play instruments, often entertaining friendships with high ranked men in society, they had a sit at their table as their guest, these men would come to the hetaera for conversations, views on political or philosophical matters because they knew they were educated women, it was a way for them (hetaera) to be independant, some of their sexual relationship were priced or they would receive gifts but they are not to be mistaken with pornae, that worked in brothels and were usually freed slaves.

Enjoy the last part of this au babes!

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The salt from the sea clings to your skin as you walk back home. The sun is rising and your hair is not fully dry yet. In the distance you hear the familiar voices of Constantine, your guard, and Sasha, one of your friends. They are laughing, and without knowing the reason for their joy a smile instantly pulls on your face. 

"Morning" you start as you approach them. The duo jump a bit in place and you stifle a laugh. 

Constantine looks shocked to see you out of your home, you wished him a good night yesterday when you got back and haven't talked since. 

"I snuck out from the back, Bertholdt was asleep" you clarify referring to one of the other guards. His shoulders relax but he groans stills. 

"This guy is not serious, with all my respect I know you picked us all for a reason but he spends his days sleeping, he fell face first in his meal the other day." you giggle at the anecdote, covering your mouth. 

"He is fine, do not worry Constantine." You take the time to admire him when you answer, it is rare to see him without his helmet, for obvious reasons. 

His face is tan within the outline of his usual helmet, making his golden eyes pop out, his hair is no longer than freshly cut grass, their ashy colors complimenting his skin. His body is one of his working tools so of course it is trained to the perfection. rippling muscles proudly displayed, you can't see what his chest looks like but you have no doubt it is as mouth watering as the rest, you don't allow your gaze to linger on his thigh, knowing that your mind will no doubt slip to non innocent thoughts. 

The gold steel armor you have chosen for your guards wrap up the whole look harmoniously.

Your eyes travel back to his face and you notice now that he has an unidentified crumb at the corner of his lips. swiping it with your thumb, you bring it to your mouth. Sasha and him exchange a wide eye look and you wonder what is the meaning. His cheeks are significantly redder, how adorable. 

"You have some for me ?" you ask, turning to Sasha, she looks down at the sweets with pulled brows. "These are my only two left I-" you snatch one from the towel, biting it before she can protest. A delicious honey cake. Sasha looks at you with wide eyes and Constantine barks a laugh, head falling backward. You lick your lips admiring his Adam apple bobbing up and down.

"I'm sure that mysterious blond  keeps some more for you, don't be sad" you jest, petting her cheek and she feints to bite it. 

You can see that her cheeks turn red at the mention of her lover so she is quick to divert the subject. 

"How did you two meet ? And by the hells  why are you calling him Constantine and not Connie like the rest of us ?" 

You look at Constantine and he looks back at you with round eyes, your attention goes back to Sasha as you give her an answer "Well you see, since Connie works for me I have to show some kind of authority, so to me he is Constantine" you look his way and he nods, a faint blush painting his peaked cheeks. "As for how we met, well, he saved my life, a boar broke into the house, I thought that I was going to die, but Constantine was one step ahead." Sasha's mouth opens in shock and she nods vigorously. 

"Did you eat the boar after that ?" a very Sasha answer. 

"We did, and its skin is somewhere on the wall" Constantine answered for you. 

"Wait, you think it could have been Zeus ? Maybe he wanted you to birth his child !" she looks back and forth between you as she had an epiphany and you scrunch up your face. 

"If that's the case I'm glad Constantine was here" you whisper "I don't need Hera's wrath following me" you confess and they break laughing again. 

The breeze reminds you that your body hasn't entirely dried up after you dip in the sea. 

"I'll leave you to it, Morpheus is calling my name." 

"You didn't sleep last night ?" Constantine asks, a hint of worry in his smooth voice. 

You shake your head left to right "If anyone comes today would you please tell them that i'm away ? or ill ?" he nods, silently approving your request, you let your hand run up his arm as you walk past him, thanking him for his undying, loyal services. You could swear you felt his hair rise under your touch. 

"Ta leme Sasha" you wave at her, making your way to your chamber. 

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"The gods did not graced me with Penelope's patience" you grumble, pinching the ears of the Galliard's brothers as they hiss under your touch. "Out! Now!" you release their ear after walking them to the exit. 

You have lost count of how many times they came to your door, arguing, and asking you to be the judge. You love to hear them blabber, it gives you  exclusive gossip, only today you are not in the mood. 

From the sandy streets Porco and Markos are looking at you like you slaughtered their pet dog. 

You shoo them away like stray cats and they get on their way. 

Constantine turns to you after making sure your visitors are gone for good, The helmet is back on, you wish you could still admire his pretty features without the iron encasing his face, alas for your safety and his, it is better this way. You do discern a smile hanging low on his face. 

"Are you amused by my misadventures Constantine ?" you ask with no bite in your voice. 

"It's just... interesting I don't think I ever saw you that serious" he jokes, eyeing your crossed arms over your chest. As you're about to answer a stream of raindrops hits your skin, the sky above your head is a dark grey, too focused on the brotherly bickering, you haven't noticed his threatening color. Constantine tug on your wrist, shielding you from the rain under the peristyle that surrounds the inner courtyard. Just in time as a loud rumbling thunder crashes in the distance and the rain hits the floor harder still. 

It is rare for the island to be struck with storms but when they happen it make it look like the gods are upset with its inhabitant and punishing them, the last time it happen you were locked in this very house for two days and found the streets to be a complete mess once you were able to step a foot outside again. 

Another clash of thunder makes you jump in place and Constantine places his hand in yours when he sees you fiddling nervously. 

"Do you think I've upset Zeus with what I said the other day ?" you ask, squeezing his hand when bright flashes of lightning lit up the stormy sky. 

"I do believe his ego can take such an innocent jab" it reassures you a bit and you smile up to him even though you can barely see his eyes. At the same time the wind picks up, sending the waters slashing through the colonnades, clutching your guard hand, you bring him deeper into the house, where the water can't reach you. 

Looking down at your clothes you find that the rain makes it cling to you like a second skin, luckily you chose a dark shade of purple today, it is probably see through. You look at your counterpart, Constantine can't be comfortable with all that steel around him, on the tip of your toes you take off his helmet. He let out a long exhale and you can finally admire his face again. 

"Let's get dried up Constantine follow me" you climb up the stairs to your chambers. and he follows obediently, the gold helmet is still in your hands, you put it close to your chest for a better grip and you wonder how would it feel for his head to rest against your very skin. 

The thunder keeps striking the ground, making the wall of your house shake. Constantine steps into your room like he is out of place and you hold back a grin.  You saw him kill animals and intruders in cold blood but a lady's chamber is where he shakes in fear ? You bite your cheek as he looks around the room with a sheepish expression. You let his helmet rest on the nearby table. 

"Come here let's get you out of this" you gesture to him and he walks up to you in silent strides."You do wear something under all of this do you not ?" you tease and his shoulder relaxes

" Only one way to find out" your eyebrow shot up in surprise as you begin to untie the leather strings that hold in place his epomides, once his shoulders are free he rolls them a few times and you refrain yourself from biting into them, the candle lit room makes him look absolutely delicious.  Busying yourself with the rest of his armour you let your fingers fleet against his honeyed skin. 

Underneath all this steel he is wearing a simple toga, shorter than the regular, not to impede his movement you can easily guess. His thighs are a work of art, competing with each of the statues you have seen in your life, a rush of heat goes to your core and you shake your head to stop it from going farther. 

"Let me find a clean cloth for you" you exit the room quickly. Another clap of thunder helps you ground yourself, you are not having lustful thoughts about your most loyal guard you are only helping him because of the storm, you have a heart it's not like you can just let him under the pouring rain. 

Clinking steel echoes in the stairs and soon Reiner and Bertholdt, two of your other guards appear in front of you drenched from head to toe. 

"Went for a dip ?" you tease and they both exhale looking defeated. "I was on my way down, I'll grab some clothes for you as well."

You make you wander downstairs at the speed of light. Knocking on the guest room door, Bertholdt cracks the door open allowing you to hand the dry material. "Can I have one for Reiner ?" he asks, looking down at his feet. Of course those two stick together even though there are other spare rooms to use. You nod, fulfilling his request. "Have fun" your singsong before retiring to your own chamber. 

The room is now lit with more candles you notice, Constantine's armour is neatly placed in a corner. His sandals are off, the moment he hears the door shut he turns to you.

"I- I took the liberty of using your candles" you nod, stepping toward him, handing him the clothes. Thanking you with a smile, Constantine processes to pat himself dry. He's looking at you while doing it. There is something in his eyes you can't quite decypher. It scares you  , but it also makes your inside giddy. 

"Do you need help too ? Undressing" Constantine asks as he approaches you, with the same glint in his eyes. You don't answer for a bit, letting the sound of the rain and thunder fill the silence. 

"I am not wearing anything under this." you whisper still looking in his eyes.

He nods, pushing your curls out of your cleavage, tracing the fabric on your shoulders, his rough hands slowly sliding down the material until it is pooling at your feet. You are naked in front of him, eyes still locked on his, they slowly travel down your form, memorising each curve, mole and scars. 

You are shy under his gaze, you don't know why, it is far to be the first time you are in your simplest attire in front of a man, maybe it's because he works for you, maybe it's because he is still clothed. 

Another step in your direction and you are trapped between him and the door. You are about to speak when his soft lips are against yours, they stay motionless for a moment, none of you pulling back so you decide to deepen the kiss, your hands roam his strong arms, shoulders, until they find an anchor behind his neck. Your tongue laps at his lips until he parts them, giving  full access to his mouth. The battle for dominance is short as he tugs one of your nipples, you jolt in place, you feel the corner of his mouth spread and  you curse him internally. 

When he pulls back you bite his cheek hard. He winces but you can feel his chest move with laughter. 

"Not fair" you murmur moving to his ear biting again. 

His large hands fondle your hips and he moans under your sweet torture. 

"I want you" he murmurs as his grip intensifie. 

"Constantine, I don't think it's a good idea" You murmur, peeling your body from his so you can look in his eyes. 

"Why ?  Reiner and Bertholdt haven't asked for your permission" on cue, a loud moan is heard from down the corridor. You close your eyes, what a great timing. 

"It's different for us, Constantine. I am a woman, you work for me and... there is my occupation." 

"Don't you want it ? I have seen the way you look at me, I thought hetaeras were all about pleasure." he teases, twisting your hair around his finger. 

"And conscience" you tone swatting his hand away but a smile is present on your face. "I don't want this to come in the way of our relationship, you truly are doing amazing work, you're handsome you'll have no worry finding someone willing to satisfy you I'm sure !" 

"It's you that I want" his hands place themselves on the small of your back, connecting your bodies once more. Your ego inflates under his word, there is nothing you'd want more than to ravish him, hearing him chanting your name, feeling his strong body on top of yours. 

Biting your inner lips your eyes travel down to his clothed manhood. You'll take a look at it, if it is to your liking you'll indulge, if not you'll send him on his way. Grabbing the piece from his shoulder you take the cloth down in one movement. 

Just like the rest of his body, his naked penis is as enticing as his face, his eyes and his voice. Your will crumble down, you need to have it. A roll in the hay with this man can't be that damaging ? If anything it'll strengthen your bond.

Looking up at him once more, you melt on his lips, directing him to the bed that lay next to nearby. He groans in the kiss, placing his body on top of yours, the skin to skin contact makes you shiver, his body is running hot while yours is still humid from the clothes you, or rather he, took off a moment ago. 

You push him off so he's laying next to you. Wasting no time you spit in your hand to apply smooth up and down motion on his cock.  

"U-uh I never done this before" he moans looking down at where your bodies connect. You huff a laugh tightening your finger around his shaft. But when you look up at him you can see in his eyes that he is not playing this time. 

"What ?" you ask in disbelief, making a halt in your movements. pushing his hips up in your hand he ignores your question and his cheek turns a light pink. Retiring your hand all at once you force him to look at you. "You're a soldier and you never had a woman before ?" you ask again and he closes his eyes. 

"No, never felt like i wanted it, but now I do" filth full ideas are running in your head. He never experienced another body before, you could do anything to him. Your cunt clenches and you know that it is about time that you pounce on him. 

"You do now ?" you repeat in a sultry voice. He nods, and you kiss his lips softly. "Well i'm going to be kind to you Constantine" you kiss his jaw resuming your touch on his half erected penis. 

"Please call me Connie" he rasps rutting his hips in your hand. 

"Connie" you call, as your other hand has an affair with the slit of his penis. Your thumb rubs circular motion around it making him whine and tremble. "Connie" you call again and he pleads to never stop. You are the first person to witness him like that and it drives you crazy, you don't want anyone to be graced with such delight. His seriousness and attitude as a guard is long forgotten, he is just another man succumbing to your touches now. 

His penis jolts in your hands, splaying his semen over your skin. 

 "How was that ?" you ask once his breath is coming back to regular after his orgasm. 

"Good, it's my turn now, lay down. I want to make you feel good."

There is a chance that he doesn't know what to do, but you let him take the lead, curious about how he is going to manage. Lining his tip with your entrance Connie looks up to you and you nod silently signaling that he can start. Your wall stretches around him and your mouth opens in delight, you knew he'd feel good from the moment you took a look at his size, this is perfect. securing you legs behind his back you kiss his mouth a few times as he thrusts slowly accelerates. 

Connie hides his face in your neck, grunting with every thrust, he picks up the pace until you're almost slammed into the wall and you gasp. 

"By the gods Connie, slow down!" 

"Sorry! Hurting you, am I hurting you ?" he asks, eyes wide as his movements stop. 

"No, but you need to savor this moment" with the heel of your feet you guide his hips in deep slow thrust. "Like this" he nods, moving on his own and you relax again. His cock takes the time to tease each centimeter of your whole and you moan. 

The snap of his hips fall into a comfortable rhythm against yours, beads of sweat forming along his hairline, breath ragged as his eyes keep traveling from your face to your cunt, almost like he can't believe what's happening "It's better right ?" 

"Y-yes I can feel you, all of you" he gulps cupping your face to kiss you. 

"You like how you feel Connie?" you ask, squeezing your walls around him and he moans, the heat and the grip hitting all at once. 

"You are a witch, that's why they keep coming back to you."  his deep voice claims. 

"Wait until I take control you're going to think I'm a goddess" Balancing your weight in your legs you switch positions, his flat on his back, you're standing proud on top of him. He is lodged deep inside of you, this position makes you blissfully aware. 

Resting your hand on his strong chest you balance your hips front to back, mimicking the movement of the tides. A  loud thunder clap  echoes outside and you grin looking down in his golden eyes. 

"Do you think he's jealous ?" you ask, referring to the gods of gods. 

"I will if I were deprived of that"  Connie's hands are clenched around the meat of your thigh, he looks like he's stranded at sea and holding on for dear life, so you grind even faster against him. He calls your name in shaky moans and the smile on your face is triumphant. 

Leaning into him you kiss his face, murmuring in his skin how good he is doing. Taking advantage of your unsteady balance, Connie rolls you on the bed, you are both on your sides looking into each other's eyes as he hooks one of your legs to his waist, giving him better access to your wet cunt. 

"I'm so glad I waited for you" he confesses through gritted teeth as he ruts into you. 

"You are?" you tease, threading his hair with your free hand. He nods in response, breath crashing over your face. You never thought you'd had sex with Constantine, let alone be his first, but it creates a newfound sensation in your chest. You push it down, kissing his lips greedily as you feel your orgasm approach. 

"Connie" you call between heated kisses, you take the hand that is gripping your thigh to direct it toward your pussy, you make his thumb catch your bundle of nerves, running it in slow motion, your hands over his guiding him through the process. You call his name a final time, as your body traversed by tremors. Your wall clamps down on his erection and a thick liquid fills your cunt. as he squeezes you tight against his chest. 

It's only after another rumbling course in the sky that you realise what you just did. 

Connie's eyes are still closed and you wonder if he fell asleep. 

"Where are you going" he asks when you try to break free from his grasp. 

"You... finished inside of me I-" you clear your throat feeling embarrassed to say it outloud "I have herbs downstairs that will help me with this" 

"Sorry I didn't realize" he sits up, looking genuinely sorry and you stifle a laugh.

"That's fine, my mind was elsewhere too." you trace his chest with the tip of your fingers and he nods. Kissing your lips softly Connie helps you up on your feet. 

"I'll come with you, just in case an intruder took advantage of the storm." he jokes, you roll your eyes laughing with him as you put your clothes back on. 

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I know in your Ancient Greece au you threw in a joke about Armin being sore because of Eren and I was wondering if you’d ever actually do anything involving eremin :3 maybe something poly with reader ?

Hi! I've tought about making another part with the two of them and reader but idk yet :( I am currently writing the last part with connie but maybe i'll get the motivation after that we will see, Thank you for sticking with me!

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two is a crowd. eren x reader

warnings: ancient greece au, reader is an hetaera, alcohol consumption, jealousy, scent kink, biting, fingering, missionary, cum eating.

author's note : heteara were not prostitutes, they came from good families, they knew how to sing, dance and play instruments, often entertaining friendships with high ranked men in society, they had a sit at their table as their guest, these men would come to the hetaera for conversations, views on political or philosophical matters because they knew they were educated women, it was a way for them (hetaera) to be independant, some of their sexual relationship were priced or they would receive gifts but they are not to be mistaken with pornae, that worked in brothels and were usually freed slaves.

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next and last part is with constantine springer hehe

As the sun rises over the hills he sets behind the sea, painting the sky in the most surreal shades.

The days are not as hot as they were those past moons, still you appreciate the cold breeze that comes with the night time. Your hair and clothes are softly swaying along the wind. Your cup is filled with a cardinal red liquid, from the finest vineyard on Crete. Delicacy of your friend overseas. 

Twirling the elixir around your cup,  you look down at the passerby, families, adolescent, stray animals. A certain silhouette catches your attention. Long dark hair, emerald eyes and a proud posture. Mimicking a cat's cry you notice a halt in his step, so you do it again and this time his head snaps toward your direction.  A big smile grows on his face when he realizes it is you.

Walking toward your balcony, He starts to climb up the stone. Your eyes go wide and you grip the railing. 

"Eren! What are you doing !?" your exclamation, catch the attention of your guard, as the familiar sound of clinking armor approaches as he draws his dagger out you squeal. "It's ok! I know him? it's ok!" you rush to explain, grabbing Eren hands to pull him over the banister. 

"Is he aware of the existence of doors ?" your guard grumbles, sheathing his weapon. 

"My apologies Constantine this won't happen again" you give him a curt nod of your head, he mimics you as he walks back to his spot.

Once Constantine is guarding the door once more, you turn to Eren flanking his side. 

"What is wrong with you ? He could have killed you!"

"Would you have let him do it ?" before you can even answer Eren lips are on yours, gluttonously tasting each corner of your mouth. His strong arms are around your waist, pressing your body against his. A content moan passes from your lips to his, you have missed his lips but not his manners. You push him off and he's looking at you with an annoying smirk. 

"What are we drinking tonight ?" he asks, stealing your cup from the railing downing the remanant in a swift motion. He grimaces, throwing the cup somewhere on the balcony. "Taste better on your lips anyway" he ducks in for another kiss, you squeezes his cheeks, effectively stopping him in his tracks. 

"A fine wine from Heraklion that you are not supposed to drink like a Barbarian, Eren seriously" you whine releasing his face. You walk up to the cup laying on the ground and you feel his presence looming behind you. 

"I'm sorry" he starts kissing your neck as his hands rest on your belly to press you against his back "I'm so excited whenever I see you, can't blame me right ? I'll get you more wine, and jewelry and whatever your heart desire" his kisses extend to your shoulder and cheek. 

"That's a start" you smile leaning on him. Eren groans, nesting his face in your neck as he inhales your scent. 

"Did you have fun with Armin ?" he inquires against your skin. 

"Define fun" his teeth sink into your skin and you giggle. 

Spinning you around Eren crouches to be on the same eye level. 

"You know, when he came home, walking like a horse and smelling of olive oil I just knew you were behind all that" Your smile can not be hidden, knowing Armin he probably was embarrassed as it is and Eren surely did not make it better. 

"Well you sent him my way first, and I'm a great host"

Rolling his eyes Eren straightened his back before tucking a strand of his stray hair behind his ear. You never saw him with hair this long, it suits his features maybe a bit too much. 

"You look like a girl" you jest, tucking the hair on the other side of his face too. 

"Want me to remind you how much of a man I am ?" he asks, approaching dangerously. 

"I'll be fine, you should probably go Erenaios" you pronounce his name like it's the first time you taste it on your tongue, teasing him some more "Would you like to jump out of the first floor or should i walk you down to the door properly ?" A smile grows on his face at your words. 

"I want to be graced with your presence as long as I can, would you walk me down ?" Eren asks, offering his hand for you to take. 

Whenever Eren uses his charm on you, you thank the gods that your heart is well hung in your chest. You don't dream of him during the day, don't speak his name into your pillows at night. If you were weaker, you'd be praying to Aphrodite everyday, crafting all kinds of love spells for him to be yours. Thankfully, you aren't. 

Sliding your palm into his you make your way to the entrance. Constantine's back is facing the both of you, shiny armor proudly spread on his body. You squeeze Eren's hand, apologize, you whisper upon approaching your loyal guard. Eren gives you a wink before separating your hands. You already regret your words. 

In a theaton worthy performance Eren apologizes over and over again under the unbothered gaze of Constantine and yourself. 

"Begone" you  laugh at him after a while. 

"Will you be there at my father's symposium ? It's in two days time" he asks, regaining his seriousness temporarily. 

You nod your head "He invited me, I better not deceive him" 

" I'll see you then " he bows, flashing a smile before disappearing down the street. 

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The evening garment you chose is dazzling, a deep shade of blue for the main cloth that covers your body in an elegant drape. You paired it with a white linen scarf, with gold trim edges, over your  left shoulder. You gathered the hair from your temple backward, in a simple knot leaving the forehead pieces falling freely, this way you feel comfortable and pretty. A matching blue headpiece on your forehead, gold adornment and you are ready to go.  

Gregorios "Grisha" Yeager  symposiums have the reputation of being the best of what is done in this city, no mediocrity tolerated, only raffined dishes, luxurious wine, and cultivated debates. It is an honor to be invited. Eren used to sneak you in these gatherings, you'd make conversation with the guests and when they noticed you were more than light clothes, their interest was picked.

You are now a regular at the Yeager's feast, sometimes going home with a dripping cunt, others with just a full stomach. You wonder what it will be tonight. You know someone who would've been thrilled to speak all night to whoever lets him, but Armin already left the city moons ago, leaving in his wake a full purse of drachmas for your services. 

A smile crosses your face as you reach your host's residence. The moon is orange tonight, casting an amber shade over the Yeager's estate, it is accentuated by the fire pits scattered all over the place. Their house is overlooking a hill, offering them a clear view of the sea. In the distance there is Poseidon temple, the fire moon looms over it. You stay there admiring it for a moment, you truly are blessed to witness such a thing. 

A deep voice calls your name, you detach your eyes from the sight to be met with Grisha, a smile spreads on your lips and you meet him halfway as he takes your hands in his. 

"It is a delight to see you again"  you nod and heat rises to your cheeks, there is a certain presence that surrounds him which makes you nervous. "Everyone is almost here, let me guide you." Making idle chat with him, the two of you are walking to the back of the house, the banquet table is laid with various dishes, some you recognize some you don't. Three tables are encasing it, you didn't know so many people were expected tonight. 

"I put Erenaios in charge of the seating chart, I believe you'll be close to him" an half smile grows on grisha face and you feel your palm getting clammy. You still remember the day the both of you were caught in the act. Grisha laughed, Karla was horrified.  "I'll greet our other guests, make yourself at home." You nod along looking from your name on the tables; you are in fact next to Eren, the thing that surprised you though is who is sitting on your other side, his half brother Ezekiel. 

Before settling down, Grisha toured the hellenistic world on his ship : the kruger. His adventures brought him a son and a will to start a family, alas you've heard the story of how Ezekiel's mother died in childbirth. He found his peace in Karla, soon the couple birthed another son. 

Now, you know Eren doesn't hate his brother, but from what you gathered he has resentment against him, for leaving the house at a young age, abandoning him (Eren's words). So you found it curious that he placed him next to you, and not by his side, nevertheless you keep walking around the area, saluting the other guests.  

As the space gets crowded everyone starts to take their respective chairs. You squeeze between the brothers, adjusting in the plush cushion. 

"Ezekiel, I didn't know you were back in town" 

"Yeah me neither" Eren interrupts, you turn to him with furrowed brows but his face is hidden in his cup, drowning the wine already. Ok, tension.  His brother rolled his eyes at his antics before answering you. 

"Zeke is fine for you, and well I didn't planned to come at first but I was not far from here and I wouldn't miss one of Gregorios feast, even for the clearest seas in the world" You nod along, Ezekiel or rather "Zeke", followed his father lead, sailing the sea on his own boat, hence why he is rarely home. 

"I think it's cute how you two searched for a nickname to resemble your pater" you tease scratching their chin as you do cats. Zeke laughs, Eren stays frozen like stone. Retrieving your hand to yourself you turn to the cadet. "Are you feeling alright ?" you ask in a whisper. 

Eren emerald eyes meet yours and he smiles bringing the cup to his lips to drink some more. No words exchanged but he managed a smile, you hope he'll find a way back to his tongue when the debates start. 

Grisha requests the attention from all parties, making a small speech before inciting the guest to feast and talk. Background noise feels the space quickly, as for you and your table neighbor, not a word is exchanged. You don't mind as you let the tender meat melt on your tongue, washing it with a delicious wine.  The domestics fill your cup again, as others lay bowls of wheat bread between all the guests. You try to grab one when Zeke's large hand circles your wrist bringing it to his nose. 

The contact of his skin makes you jump a little and you oggle him curiously. 

"You smell nice, is it lavender ?" HIs icy eyes met yours and for the umpteenth time tonight your cheeks burned.  

You clear your throat in an attempt not to look startled but your eyes must be wide by now. 

"Uh yes, it's  a new merchant on the agora, if you're here for a couple of days I could show you ?" Zeke nod inhaling your scent once more before letting go of your hand. "Divine" he murmured under his breath before redirecting his attention on his plate. 

You don't dare to look at Eren, you can feel his gaze piercing through your skin, you can feel all of his attention on you like a dark cloud over your head.  A gentle voice calls your name from above and you crane your neck to identify the owner.The amber eyes of Karla Yeager crinkle when they meet yours, you smile back at her, she looks more like an angel everytime you see her. 

"Sweet, do you mind helping me with my dress ? I can't quite tie it alone" the timing couldn't get better. You rise to your feet, quickly making your way to her chambers.

One of her delicate hands rests on her round belly, and you understand now why she needed your help. Greeting her with a quick brace you help her slip into the soft material tying a knot behind her neck to make sure it wouldn't slip away. 

"How far along are you ?" you ask, arranging the last details on her clothes.

"Almost six, all I do is sleep these days, I'm only active at night. I feel like such a slug, what did I miss while I was away?" she asks, rubbing the sleep out of her golden eyes. 

"I couldn't tell, my table is not really in for the talk tonight" you confess, gauging her from head to toe making sure nothing is out of place. "I think Eren is a bit shaken by Zeke's presence" 

"Eren likes to sulk" Karla giggles and you nod, oh that he does. "But his brother is only here for a short time, so eventually he'll come around." She takes your hand and places it on her belly, you feel a kick and gasp. 

"There are too many men out there already, let's hope for a girl " you jest and the both of you share a laugh. 

Footsteps echo behind you and soon enough Eren's voice comes to your ears. 

"Can I talk to you for a moment ?" You nod, separating your hands from Karla's. "I'll leave you to it," you whisper, making your way to the exit. 

"Don't leave, it's you who I want to talk to." Oh. 

"Thanks for the help dear, I'm going to greet everyone, I've been a bad host" Karla squeezes your arm as she walks past you, she plants a kiss on Eren's cheek before disappearing down the steps. 

Alone in the room Eren sizes you up and down before letting a long sigh past his lips. 

"Do you feed off tormenting me, always ?" you know what he is referring to, but you wish to hear it from his mouth. 

"What are you talking about Erenaios ?" you ask, crossing your arm over your chest. 

"Oh! So it's Zeke with him and Erenaios with me ?!" His voice has a certain edge to it. And a smile curls on your lips. He points it with his finger. "See! you did it on purpose!" He sounds like a sulking child because it is exactly what he is. 

"Is it my fault that I smell delicious ? Can you blame your brother for noticing ? You ignored me down there " his mouth parts as you speak, crossing the room to meet you, Eren sinks to his knees, resting his forehead on your belly. 

"He's my half brother, and I didn't ignore you, I never do" he complains rubbing his head against your clothed stomach, after a while he nips at it, making his discontent known. You thread his hair with your fingers and he looks up to you with furrowed brows. 

"Is that what he smelled ?" he groans, planting his nose in your lower middle as he huffs like a pig. You pull on his hair to stop him. 

"Have you no manners ?" you tease sticking your wrist under his nose so he can get a proper whiff. Intertwining your finger with his to stop you from moving, Eren sniffed your wrist a few times, eyes closed as a low grunt bubble in his chest. HIs pink tongue darts out of his mouth to lick at your skin, a rush of excitement courses your entire body. 

"Where else did you put it?" your free hand traces his brows as you feint a deep reflection. 

"Hmm, in my neck" your fingers move to his nose "in the crook of my elbow" they travel to his cheeks "behind my knees" down to his chin "between my breast" up to his lips you force your digits between his teeth. 

Pulling on your tangled hands, Eren drives you to the ground as he places himself on top of you. His dark hair falls around your face, grounding you in the moment. Your back's against the hard floor, the weight of a strong body cages you. Hearts pounding against rib cages, you feel yours, you feel his. Your fingers are no longer in his mouth, lips centimeters away from your own, you can almost taste the wine he had earlier. When they finally crash against yours, you feel relieved.

It's been a while since you last were intimate with a man. Eren presses his manhood against your crotch, you hum in his mouth as his hands travel north to fondle your breasts through your attire. Reality hits you and you push him off you. 

"Everyone is downstairs, we are in your parents quarters" you whisper, fixing your clothes and you rise to your feet.

"That's right you're used to mine anyway" forearm lifting behind your knees and back Eren walks toward his own room. You squeal, grabbing his neck not to fall. 

"Eren, we should go back, it's impolite." you search for his eyes but he is occupied locking his door behind the two of you, at least he learns from his mistake. 

"They will be too drunk to notice we disappeared" he reassures, kissing your lips softly as he lets you return to dry land. You bite your lips considering, Eren is a safe bet, he knows how to satisfy you... why not indulge for tonight ? You look around his room and notice crumpled quilts over a daybed in the corner. You stifle a laugh turning back to him. 

"Is this where you let poor Armin sleep ?" 

"Poor Armin, poor Zeke, why don't you focus on me ?" he asks, pushing the toga off his shoulders, the white material falling to the ground. Eren stands proudly naked in front of you, tanned muscular body in all its glory. Well there is no way you can think about something else now. Your eyes travel south to his cock, your mouth water as he backs you up against the makeshift bed. 

His mouth melts on yours, the kiss is aggressive, you can't tell he has no patience left. Warm hands take care of disposing of the last barrier between your bodies. You lost count of how many times Eren has seen you in your simplest attire and yet he still admires you like it is the very first time, it makes your cheeks hot and your intimacy wet. 

"I hope you didn't lie" Eren states before dipping his head between your breasts. you giggle when he hummed visibly pleased at the scent, his licking long stripes up and down your sternum as his fingers caress your entrance. 

"Do you like the taste Ereanios ?" you tease and he pulls at your pubic hair, you gasp swatting his hand but he doesn't move. 

"Say my name" he looks up at you with his emerald eyes. 

"Erenaios" you repeat, taking your time to let every syllabus echo in the room. A crease forms between his brows as two slender digits enter your wet cavity. 

"Alright, keep toying with me" he starts to push his fingers in your cunt, you fight to keep a straight face but your grip on his back intensifies. "Look what you make me do" he grabs your chin, directing your face so you can see his fingers backing out, glistening more each time from your excitement. 

You dare a shy glance at him pursing your lips softly, you want another kiss. 

"What's my name?" his fingers found your spot, strumming along it. maybe you should have thought twice before annoying him, he does know your body very well. 

"Eren" you murmur, lifting your neck in an attempt to kiss him, he dodges your lips, hiding his face in your neck. "I didn't hear, say it again please" his motion speeds and a broken moan escapes your lips. you feel your walls contracting around his fingers. 

"Eren!" you repeat louder, against the skin of your clavicle, a wicked smile grows. "I think they didn't hear once more, you got it."

"Eren!" you beg as the frustration rises in every fiber of your body. "Just like that" he grunts before retrieving his fingers all at once. His face comes out of hiding and you glare daggers at him. 

"Not enjoying the torments ?" he teases running the tip of his fat cock along your folds. You're about to bite back when he enters your cunt without warning, leaving you speechless. "Not a single one of these donkeys out there could make you feel as I'm about to, do you understand ?" he asked, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. 

You like the Eren that was on his knees before you, jealous about not having your attention, you might like this Eren even more. You nod your head yes putting up with each snap of his hips. Finally he kisses your lips with a satisfied smile threatening to spill.  Your back arches off the bed, as your bodies meet in a filthy sloshing sound, resembling the waves crashing against the rocks below his very house. 

Your nails digs in the skin of his back, as you chant his name, the name he chosed, again and again, he makes you feel good and you want him to know. The tip of his cock pushes the last remains of good conduct dangerously close to an edge. Your brain can hardly function, you're only chasing pleasure at the moment, a hand of yours snake between your bodies to toy with your bundle of nerve. 

"Hmm yes, pretty flower I want to finish with you" his breath is ragged, eyes wild as he keeps on pumping inside your cunt, carving it's wall with his name.

"Not inside" you weakly manage, eyesight getting blurry the more you approach your climax. 

"Anything for you" Eren rasps, forehead resting against yours as fuck his last thrusts inside of you. Your toes curl and you cry his name for the last time before your vision goes blank, body shaking with delight. His praise fills your ear but your brain can't uite register anything he is saying. 

Warm droplets raindrop on your belly. You open your eyes again to see him propped over you breathless, as he admires his work.  Lowering his face he licks his seed off your skin humming when he tastes your perfume mixed with his release. Once you are cleaned, his face level with yours, dragging you into a tasteful kiss. His hands caress your sides and he breaks the kiss. He's smiling at you and you return his expression, sitting up. 

"I can tell why Armin came to me begging for a massage now" you jest, rubbing at your sore back. 

Eren gives you a nasty stare and you kiss him again, hand on his shoulders as yours shakes with laughter. 

Safe to say you two never made it back to the baquets, but the next morning the brother duo accompanied you to the agora paying for every perfumed oiled you desired and much more.

[rhadamanthes]

I enjoy ragebaiting eren so muuuch in my fic like i can't stop giggling

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