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[jjkeremika]

your AoT boyfriend lets his best friend eat you out

your AoT boyfriend tells his best friend about how damn good you taste. but what happens when he promises him a taste of you...

afab reader

Boyfriend/Best friend: Reiner/Porco, Eren/Armin, Jean/Connie, Levi/Erwin

nsfw/mdni

inspired by this ask i had received a while ago...

You had your legs propped up on the bed, squirming slightly at the view of your boyfriend and his best friend crouching between your legs, both salivating at your still-panty covered body…

Reiner/Porco

Porco knelt before you, his wide eyes and dilated pupils focused intently between your legs. He was drooling slightly, the saliva pooling in the corner of his lips that he licked so incessantly because he just couldn't believe how undeniably hot you are and that you were dating Reiner of all people.

You flicked your gaze to your boyfriend, who stood with his arms crossed and a bite-ridden bottom lip, his gaze mirroring Porco's and fixed on your pussy, which was throbbing over the attention of two very attractive men. Reiner towered over Porco, his muscles flexing with every inch Porco moved closer to you, and you considered countless other possibilities of the three of you intimately together. Perhaps this would just be the beginning.

Porco glanced up to you, smiled weakly as his eyes kept flicking back to your dampening panties. "Can I touch you now?" he asked, more-so out of politeness than genuine concern. You nodded, and Reiner grunted, looked away as Porco's hands caressed your inner thighs and his warm hands reached for the delicate line of your panties.

You noticed Reiner's pupils dilate as Porco removed the fabric obstructing the view, and smiled wide at the hitched breath he took before lowering his lips to your clit. You tilted your head back, exposed the vast expanse of your throat to the room as the man licked away, the ache in your pelvis growing greater with each motion and the temperature of your body increasing under the intense observation of Reiner standing over you.

The breath was catching in your throat, your fist tangling into the sheets and you snuck a quick glance to Reiner, only to see him reaching for his erection, palming himself off at the sight of his best friend pleasing you. He was into it, fully into watching the two of you and hearing your blissful moans throughout the room, even if he wasn't the sole cause. But his intense observation was sending shivers down your spine in tandem with Porco's lips on your clit, and now you were really considering the horny opportunities blossoming between you three.

(Eren/Armin)

"You said you were okay with this, right?" Armin asked lightly, crouched between your open thighs, his crystal blue eyes sparkling with excitement. So kind of him to ask. “Eren didn't assume anything... right?"

Eren rolled his eyes at Armin's implication and held your hand tighter, protectively, more defensively. "Yes, asshole," he grumbled. Armin's eyes flicked to Eren briefly before refocusing on the liquid clinging to your labia, licking his thin lips. “Now hurry up before I change my mind.”

You chuckled, a sound that admittedly soothed both their nerves, and squeezed Eren’s hand tighter. "Yeah, Armin, I'm okay with this," you breathed out coyly, squirming slightly on your legs but smiled wider when you noticed that Armin's stare followed your clit with every movement.

So Armin's tongue and fingers reached out simultaneously, settled on your body like it was home and evoked a breathless gasp at the light yet powerful touch against your clit. Armin quickly adjusted his motion with each encouraging noise slipping from your lips, with each muscle contraction in your legs that inspired him to finger-fuck you faster, harder. He was a bright student, and he learned your body's quirks quickly enough to spark moans and gasps with every touch.

Eren's grip on your hand tightened with each pleasureful noise you released, so tight you couldn't break free from his grasp. But you honestly couldn't focus on that right now, with your mind centered solely on the feeling between your legs, one that should've felt so foreign but honestly felt so good you almost forgot it wasn't your boyfriend at all.

Your thighs were squeezing tight together, collapsing in on Armin's head at the rising pleasure. You could feel Armin's smile against your sensitive skin, could feel Eren's tight grip verging on breaking your hand, when the man suddenly ripped his hand from yours, wrapped it in Armin's hair and ripped him away from you too.

(Jean/Connie)

“Daaamn, babe. Lowkey, you need to kill Jean because he was wayyy understating how sexy you are,” Connie says as he tucks between your legs, biting his bottom lip and glancing briefly to Jean before immediately relocating his gaze to your thighs. Jean's looks could kill right now, the intensity bore a resolution similar to that of strong determination.

"Just start, moron. Put that big mouth to good use." Jean wasn't entirely thrilled with the prospect, but your excitement about the idea won him over. So, he was determined to allow you to experience this with actual pleasure. But he worried about Connie's ability to please you--to thoroughly, genuinely please you.

So when Connie stuck his head between your thighs and you weren't instantly moaning, Jean's hand was immediately caressing your inner thigh the way he knew you liked it, his other hand coming to your hip and pressing circles into the dip in your hips too. In between directing Connie on the best movements and spots to touch you, on where inside he should angle his fingers and when he should lick your clit, Jean whispered praises to you, various good girl's and that's it baby's that entered through your ears and fed straight to your groin.

You were gasping for air as the feeling of four hands caressed your sensitive skin, as Connie licked and fingered you and Jean caressed your body and tits. You were gasping, but Jean knew you could be screaming, so he advised Connie to tilt his hand a little more, thrust in a little faster, press a little harder, as his own hands made their way to your nipples and his mouth pressed to your neck.

(Levi/Erwin)

One of Levi’s hands firmly held onto yours as the Erwin's hand swiped the panties to the side, a light shiver from the cold exposure and their intense gaze running up your spine.

Erwin looked at you and smiled, warmly and inviting, and you couldn't help but wonder what else his mouth was capable of doing when Levi's hand gently rubbed against your upper thigh. You indulged in the view, the two of them standing there, Erwin towering over both you and Levi, both men staring wantonly at the warming and dampening muscle...

Your mind wandered to what else you could do together, what other positions you could make use of and how they would have to position you to accommodate their height difference. How fun that could be for you, to be stretched and flexed and rotated and used.

“Still okay?” Erwin asked gently, more of out respect than genuine concern, as he was already bending down and leaning closer to your apex. You hummed in response, and as soon as the hum vibrated to his ears, Erwin's lips were on the exposed muscle, licking and kissing and biting at your inner thigh. He indulged, heavily, into the role, giving you no time to process as his hands and mouth explored your lower half.

The feeling burned inside Levi as he listened to your moans fill the room, watched the way your squirmed and made a mess on the sheets. He couldn't just watch anymore, so he leaned over you and started kissing your neck and chest, his hands roaming all over your torso as Erwin played with your clit. The sensation was almost overwhelming your senses, too much to focus on while the noises you released were verging pornographic, nonstop streams of moans and groans flooding the room with reckless abandon.

You sighed loudly as Erwin's lips suddenly ripped away from your throbbing clit, "Levi, why don't you lean over her? Make her do something more productive with that mouth.

[complementaryhalves]

alex and lando played padel against oscar and mark and won and carlos is joking about being left out this is everything to me do you understand. everything. what the fuck.

[thetragicallynerdy]

Do the people know that Orville Peck was on The Wiggles and sang a song called "Friends of Dorothy" that is both about the green dinosaur on the Wiggles and also DEFINITELY NOT ABOUT HER

(There's an article about it here, you can read that they absolutely knew what the term meant when they wrote the song and specifically asked Orville Peck to be on it)

Thank you Wiggles for making a gay anthem???

[Video description: The Wiggles and Orville Peck dancing and singing "Friends of Dorothy" with Dorothy, who is a green dinosaur with yellow spots. End VD.]

Full lyric transcript under the cut!

[Lyric transcript:

We’re friends of Dorothy

We’re friends of Dot’s

If you’re a friend of Dorothy’s you’re friends of mine

A ding-a-ling dinosaur, she’s green with yellow spots

Let’s walk together in the sunshine

We’re friends of Dorothy

We’re friends of Dot’s

If you’re a friend of Dorothy’s you’re friends of mine

Although you’re prehistoric, our love for you is definitely not

Well, somebody asked if we were friends of Dorothy’s

And we said “yes of course”

We’re all friends of Dorothy and so is my horse

Anthony’s a friend of her’s

Simon is too

Lachy’s friends with Dorothy

I’m pretty sure John is too

We’re friends of Dorothy

We’re friends of Dot’s

If you’re a friend of Dorothy’s you’re friends of mine

A ding-a-ling dinosaur, she’s green with yellow spots

Let’s walk together in the sunshine

We’re friends of Dorothy

We’re friends of Dot’s

If you’re a friend of Dorothy’s you’re friends of mine

Walking through the garden

Here’s a rose, forget me nots

Dorothy, what’s the tea?

You’re a special friend to me

Dorothy, what’s the tea?

You’re a special friend to me

Well, I’d heard that dinosaurs were fierce, but Dorothy girl, you are fierce!

We’re friends of Dorothy

We’re friends of Dot’s

If you’re a friend of Dorothy’s you’re friends of mine

A ding-a-ling dinosaur, she’s green with yellow spots

Let’s walk together in the sunshine

We’re friends of Dorothy

We’re friends of Dot’s

If you’re a friend of Dorothy’s you’re friends of mine

Although you’re prehistoric, our love for you is definitely not

Walking through the garden Here’s a rose, forget me nots

Although you’re prehistoric, our love for you is definitely not

Yee haw!

End transcript.]

[clickityweasel]

my job is not an arty job, but my manager is capitalising on the fact that i can draw, and i am an enjoyer of drawing-based work because it's not something i normally get paid for, so the task of "draw like 30 different animals for a card game" is a win win situation.

what i have learned, however, is that i cannot draw animals. they come out Bad. the proportions are off, they're stiff and weird, sometimes they don't even look like the right animal. drawing people? great sign me up! animals? apparently? no can do boss. i was sending over sketches and my manager was so greatly Not A Fan of my terrible animals that she very gently suggested just printing off some random pngs from canva. other coworkers were less gentle with my sweet delicate feelings.

however i have whatever the opposite of imposter syndrome is, and after a long and painful struggle discovered the secret hack to become instantly Pretty Decent at drawing animals. out of nowhere, i was able to produce many pictures of animals that ranged from Passable to Not Even That Bad, Actually. my confidence was unfaltering. but this hack comes with a cost.

i can only draw animals while listening to ABBA.

now i enjoy a bit of ABBA! but a man has limits. and that limit was crossed somewhere during the second full day of nonstop ABBA during which time i began to develop some form of swedish disco stockholm syndrome. two more days in and i was singing some real deep cuts, word for word. i tried other artists but none could evoke my latent animal drawing abilities like ABBA could, so i was trapped. i tried many times to break free of my disco placebo, but it was no use. i was trapped in a hell of my own hubristic making.

now i would share with you some of my improved animals, the good shit, the ones drawn using the performance enhancing drug that is ABBA's discography, but when someone inevitably reverse image searches one and finds out exactly where i work, i'll feel a bit silly, so you're going to have to trust me that they're worlds apart from..... these.

(unkind, if wholly accurate commentary from my beloved manager)

anyway, this post is actually a success story. after a number of days (i don't care to mention how many) and a slow descent into an ABBA-induced break with reality, i finished all the animals. every single one. i had done it. they were printed, and i was free. my manager was delighted. she said they looked great.

so great, in fact, that she wants me to make a second set. with different animals. so it is back to square one with my good friends and companions agnetha, björn, benny, and anni-frid.

all this is to say that, boss, if you change your mind, im the first in line, honey im still free, take a ch

[thewanderingmask]

i'm going to actually try usin my twitch channel for something in a couple days!

swing by for attempts at drawing fast, chill nonsense, and probably talking about cartoons!

[queer-reader-07]

thanksgiving is so fun i just learned that my dad's cousin writes voltron fanfiction

[waterywanderer]

Experiencing limerence is hellish. Like, all I want is to touch him to hold him to tell him about my interests to hear him cus he seems so cool. The type of cool I'd think about when listening to You're so Cool by Nicole Dollanganger. He's just unhealthy and reckless, the type of guy who'd kill us both in a gruesome accident, the type of guy I'd kill for and on top of that he's pretty. I don't recall anything bout his personality, but in my dreams he's nice and has soft pecs I can rest my head on and took me to dye my hair red like I still want to. It's been months since I last saw him and I didn't even ever say a single word to him, we just coexisted in the same space in this small world for a small period. I remember how sad I felt when he didn't showed up, wishing he was there so I could steal glances at him. And I don't fully want him, at least I think, since I'm head over heels for a straight guy that I don't even recall a thing about his personality. But he had a buzz cut and he made me notice I like blonde men more, but maybe I'm just chasing his image. He was a stoner and I still wish to use drugs with him. His skate was nice and his careless attitude so hot. Maybe he's just all I want to be but was prohibited, for better maybe, but, God, it sure looks enthralling. He was born just two days after me, I found out when looking for ways to stalk him to cast a spell on him using his name, which I never did. Still I wish we could've made 17 our date. Wish he was bi. I don't mind that he's engaged, no man is truly engaged unless he dates my mother or sister. It's selfish, but I want him. I want him to touch me, to prove I'm worthy of love to show me love to be there for me to devote back as I will devote myself even if I don't try to. It's hellish to remember about him when I listen to my favorite songs, to wish he was my Waco Texas, to feel sad every damn time someone mentions some person with his name, to still wish him, to cry thinking of him, to pray every night to have a lucid dream I can remember which involves him, romantic or erotic I just want to be close. I hate crying over this I hate crying as I write this. Hate how I relate more and more to Yalom's characterization of Breuer in that one book my therapist recommend to me. Hate how she is not helping at all. Hate how he made me love a name I found shitty because everyone hated it. I hate to love him, I hate that I can't love him. I just wish to find out he is an shitty asshole who goes against all I believe just so I can actually hate him and be free

[fyeah-chanyeol]

© Daisy Lnn

[iphisnextdoor]

oh no I have collapsed dramatically and attractively in a faint

whoever shall revive me?

[klaineka]

The favorite sacrificial lamb ✨

[starfxkrinc]

https://www.tumblr.com/starfxkrinc/762006869330083840/being-sarahs-best-friend-who-moved-from-the need a part two where they all have a foursome and fuck each other ❤️

please when you start bringing her around the pogues and she cant help but notice the tension, everyone else is either ignoring it or doesnt notice/care 😭 but you invite her and the boys over one day cause you know john b likes her but everything kinda gets out of hand….again….

[madbard]

This song. Has been on repeat. For the past 48 hours. I can’t even count how many times I’ve played it; it’s destroying me.

[artsie-rosie]

there is value in fighting for ourselves.

there is DEEP, REAL value-- no, please listen, grabs your shoulders very firmly there is value in fighting for ourselves. Everyday. okay?

and it's hard sometimes and it feels like we won't be able to do it but I need you to believe that there is. and there will always be. the better days, they will always come therefore it's always worth it and loving ourselves at least a little bit every day is PUNK AS FUCK because that's what the world does not want I mean not the earth right, the earth is cool, I mean today's SOCIETY does not want they don't want us to love ourselves because if we keep devoid of hope, it's easier to cram us back up in those little boxes because otherwise we don't fit right?

we won't fit anymore of course - never again you can't ever really go back, can you? (and tbh who would want to?) but in order to keep going we have to believe it's all worth it and I'm-- I just want to share a little bit of my hope with anyone else I know it's so little but I promise I promise the better days, they do happen again, and again, and again and it's worth it to fight for ourselves. and for our love, and for our loved ones, and for our happiness, and everything Tudo que a gente tem é a gente Each other is all we have, or something like that? It sounds like it's not much but it's so powerful And we can take care of each other and pass it on, and it grows more and more and more and more Because that's what love does And it's fucking beautiful.

[eulers-babe]

for no reason whatsoever here’s a reminder that if you consider yourself a leftist/punk/abolitionist/anarchist/radical in any sort of way and get called into jury duty, you are to become the most square person on earth during the jury questionnaire!!!

don’t be that guy who says fuck the police in the jury questionnaire! that just gets you sent home! if you want to generate change, interact with the case and use your jury vote for good! ESPECIALLY if it’s a high profile case!

[queer-reader-07]

i got my wisdom teeth out today and my oral surgeon was like "if you need me stop, raise your left hand. show me how you'd do it." and all i was thinking in my head was "... did my dentist just give me a safe word?" not a bad thing at all btw, and i did end up using it because your boy here has a fucked gag reflex, but unexpected. shoutout to the dentists, they get it.

[pumpkinhrat]