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memory lane- jean kirstein x reader

when an old enemy from law school takes a job as your boss, how will it go?

WARNING: SMUT- MINORS, ANYONE UNDER 18, DNI

Includes: au!jean, jean kirstein x reader, au!world, vibrator play, enemies to lovers, brief daddy kink, overstimulation and orgasm denial, alcohol consumption

i was a diabolical opponent. in law school, jean kirstein was my most aggressive competition. we both wanted to practice criminal defense, and we wanted the same job, at the same firm.

following graduation, i ended up getting the position. jean cursed me for weeks, and took a position at the district attorney’s office. i truly believed he did it to pick a fight.

jean and i worked together for about four years as opposites, before my firm offered jean a salary that no associate would dream of turning down. i was up for that promotion so i could run for judge after the new term arose.

and the job my firm offered him, was as my boss.

when i discovered my firm’s partners were bringing jean in as the head researcher and supervisor of the associates, brought him in as a partner, it made me sick. i wanted to quit on the spot. i deserved to be partner.

there was a welcome dinner to welcome the former assistant district attorney.

i chose to sit in my office and pout. how fucking dare those partners keep this from me.

i had poured myself a drink from my office bar. it was after hours, and i was one of the only ones left. i had a trial quickly approaching on a man who didn’t have much chance of staying outside of jail- i needed to be prepared.

i heard footsteps, only once they were too late.

a casual knock bumped my attention to my door, only to see jean approaching my desk to take a seat.

“get out of her, kirstein, some of us have work to do,” i snapped and took a sip of my drink.

“now, i would watch how i speak to my boss if i were you,” he smirked, rubbing it in my face. “you know, i got that big office right across the hall from you,”

“you’re gonna have a big foot in your ass,” i whispered, ignoring him as i reviewed the evidence packet for the case.

“you have to admit,” jean said, “we always knew it would end up with one of us on top.” he was being more normal now. it was a side i rarely ever saw of him. i scoffed.

when i didn’t say anything, he continued.

“i’m serious. i don’t know a more qualified person to work with,” he complimented me.

i stopped what i was doing, and set my drink down to give him my full attention.

“what do you want, jean? my parking space?” i crossed my arms. “you haven’t been nice to me since our second year of law school when i asked you out and you said no, because i was ‘a distraction’? then you fight me every step of the way? what the fuck is your game-“

it upset you greatly when jean turned you down. he would have been a distraction too, but a welcomed one. everything off of jean oozed sex appeal and romance. at one point, i was desperate for it. it’s what started our hatred for each other, our competition.

“i’m sorry i was a jackass,” jean frowned. “it was super shitty of me to be so rude to you. you scared me.”

i chortled in disbelief, standing and pouring two drinks. if i was going to be spoon fed bullshit, we may as well both have liquor.

“you’re such an idiot, kirstein,”

i set the drinks on the desk before sitting back down. “look, i’ll be professional. i will, you don’t need to worry about bullshit from me. i don’t like it, but you’re my boss. clearly the partners believe in you.”

“go to dinner with me,” he pleaded. “i was an idiot, and you were smarter than me. i hated it. no one had ever been smarter than me before. and you scared me. you were independent and you were brilliant and talented. we were all scared of you,”

the sincerity in jean’s voice was hard to ignore. however, lawyer’s are magnificent liars.

i looked at him, truly contemplating what his game was. “did you just ask me to dinner?”

if i didn’t go to dinner, i couldn’t figure out what his game was. i’d need to play along.

“fine,” i gave in, he looked elated. like, genuinely happy. it was weird that for once i didn’t rain fire and brimstone down on jean kirstein.

“fantastic!” he smiled and jumped up. “you still at the same condo?”

i nodded slowly, forgetting he knew where i lived.

“i’ll pick you up at seven thirty tomorrow. dress nice,”

jean left my office in a flash after that. ‘dress nice’ didn’t mean much to me. did he mean court ‘nice’? date night ‘nice’? i supposed i’d actually have to take this seriously and look presentable.

if i get him drunk, maybe he will just tell me what he wants? that’s how it worked in law school. he’d get drunk and tell me i’d never get that job over him, so maybe it works now?

i stayed in the office for another hour before going home. one of my friends from law school, sasha, came over to have a couple drinks and help me pick an outfit.

“you’re serious that THE jean kirstein asked you to dinner?” sasha laughed over her glass of wine, “he hated you in law school!”

i turned and looked at her. “i know! it’s crazy. now he’s my boss and he’s asking me out?” i held up a red sweater dress. “how’s this?”

sasha shook her head. “mrs.claus doesn’t come around for a few more months, babe,”

i rolled my eyes before turning back to the closet. court ‘nice’ seems out of the question. date night ‘nice’ it is.

i eventually made my way to a knee length navy blue, off the shoulder dress, with a slit up to my mid thigh.

“this?” i asked. sasha gave me a smile and a nod.

“you think you’ll have sex with him?”

i nearly fell over.

“sasha! no. i don’t think i’ll be having sex with jean.” she was a nightmare sometimes.

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the next day was a whirlwind. i was in trial all morning, running through docket calls and speaking with prosecution.

i made it back to the office around three pm- i needed to leave at six to get ready for whatever hell i was attending at 7:30.

the paralegals approached me needing signatures on pleadings for hours. i was swarmed like a dead animal in the desert.

the political drama of jean’s arrival wasn’t lost on the paralegals. one of my favorite paralegals, colt, came in with pleadings and took a seat.

colt was a great kid. he was applying for the upcoming school cycle which i wrote him a letter of recommendation for. i’d love to work with him long term.

“isn’t this the guy who you like, hated?” colt asked and i nodded.

“trust me. i have no idea what’s up this guy’s sleeve. this all started as second year law students. i shouldn’t have asked him out,” i groaned, “it’s so embarrassing,”

“could he have been into you? and it freaked him out? you’re pretty much smarter than everyone else i know,” colt shrugged. “i mean, you don’t really let anyone push you around,”

i shrugged, signing colt’s pleadings.

“funny enough, he said that to me last night. but, you don’t take a partner role at a firm without being able to handle working with women,” i hand him back the stack.

“is he gonna try and sleep with you?” colt asked, trying not to laugh

“colt!” i threw a pen at him, hitting him square in the shirt pocket.

“sasha said the same thing, didn’t she?” he asked, knowing of my friendship with a fellow attorney.

“you’re fired,” i joked, sending him away.

“i’ll be asking monday morning about how it went!” he laughed before leaving the room, attempting to avoid another assault by pen.

the rest of the day flew by.

i met with levi ackerman and erwin smith, our litigation partners, while getting new assignments. we just recently got a big publicity murder case that i would be heading up under ackerman. it was hinted at by erwin that if i did well, i’d be back in the running for partner.

“wasn’t jean just taking the partner spot?” i asked my boss.

“he said he wouldn’t take it unless we considered you as well, besides. we both know at least one of you will be running for judge, the paralegals worship you,” erwin smiled, “if i didn’t know better i’d say he’s a fan of yours,”

he wouldn’t take the job unless they kept me in for partner? was he being honest? maybe i did overstep with my thoughts. i suppose i’d have to be nice at dinner.

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sasha was back at my house, drinking my expensive booze and eating my food as i got ready.

“he actually demanded you get to be partner?” sasha was shocked. “dude, he totally wants to bone you!”

i nodded, “i have to say you might be right. there’s no way he’d want me to know he said that to ackerman and smith. not a chance,”

“so are you gonna do it?” sasha asked as i put earrings in, “you gonna bone him?”

i stopped for a moment and looked at her, truly not knowing the answer. jean was handsome, smart, successful, and quite funny when you weren’t the focus of his jokes.

“i’ll go into this with an open mind. we will see,”

my answer was honest. truly, i was going to give jean a chance. this is new information.

a knock on my door resounded. i looked at the clock noticing it was 7:24- he was early.

i look at sasha, eyes wide. “hide in here. once we leave, get the hell out!”

she did her best to hide a giggle as i grabbed my hand bag. i approached the door quickly, and threw it open.

there he stood, in all his kirstein glory; navy blue suit, top couple buttons undone, and a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

they were beautiful, and my favorite kind. i didn’t know how he knew- colt. colt and some of the other paralegals for me flowers for my birthday this year, only after badgering me to find my favorite type.

“colt blabbed, huh?” i crossed my arms and opened the door, letting him in.

“only with extreme bribery,” jean smiled, “he’s very loyal to you, almost to a fault. he was basically willing to take suspension over telling me anything,”

i took the bouquet from him, smiling. “these are really beautiful, jean, thank you,” i meant it sincerely. it was lovely.

“you look stunning, by the way,” he said, clearing his throat.

jean kirstein was nervous?

“you look very nice too,” i took a vase out from a cabinet in the kitchen and set them inside with water, planning to attend more to them later.

“hi sasha,” jean called into the back room before hearing a “hi jean!” echo from my bedroom.

“she was supposed to be quiet!” i whisper yelled.

“sorry,” she whispered back, barely audible.

i rolled my eyes with a chuckle and caught jean staring at me.

“so, what’s the plan?” i asked him.

i was given the runaround, being told it was a surprise and he didn’t do all this work just to give it away. it was typical jean fashion.

he parked at my condo, but we talked down the street.

we were heading in the direction of the law school. i could hear the loud music coming from the college bars and i wasn’t paying attention to where we were until i was taken inside a cafe.

it was the same cafe we all studied at as law students. we saw a lot of students wearing ‘law school’ embossed sweatshirts drowning in coffee.

“do you know where we are?” jean asked and i nodded.

“of course, we all studied here, and we’d drink before finals and do homework-“ i smiled, relishing at the memories.

“this is where we met,” jean spoke. “you and sasha were here with other kids from our civil procedures class, i came in with reiner,”

i looked at him, unsure of what to say. “you remember that?” i asked.

“of course i do,” jean said, “you moved over to let me sit down and then immediately began correcting my tortfeasors,”

the memory began to reappear slowly. i looked at jean with a fond remembrance.

“yeah, well, you really screwed them up,” i smiled, almost feeling emotional.

“you looked beautiful then, you look just as beautiful now,”

there was a table of law students who i could tell were listening, the young women were reacting so sweetly. the men looked uncomfortable, knowing the women would be expecting this.

“you have to understand my surprise, jean,” i looked at him, “we were competitors for years, we didn’t have to be. even though you didn’t want to date me, you could still have been my friend,” i shrugged. “it made me sad. then you started pining after the job i wanted, now you’re my boss,”

“not for long if you make partner on this case, i know smith and ackerman want to give you partner, they just have some political stuff to sort out,” jean reassured. “come on,” he grabbed my wrist and began to take me out of the cafe.

soon, another short walk, we ended up standing in front of a beautiful restaurant, now that we were in the business district.

“remember?” he asked me, his breath close to my ear, “you told me one day you’d have a standing reservation here. one day, they’d-“

“keep a seat open for me, always,” i looked up at him.

i grew up very poor. i was the first in my family to go to college, let alone be a successful attorney. my parents nearly fell over when i passed the bar exam. luxury wasn’t something i was used to, not until the last couple years. it still made my fingers tingle; the way the crystal wine glasses felt on my lips, the way the leather of the chairs felt against my thighs as i sat there with crossed legs, the smell of luxury and perfume, it filled another hole in my heart that made all that work worth it.

“we have a reservation,” jean smiled, “i made it the day i took the job, i would have kidnapped you if you didn’t come willingly,”

i was stunned. truly- jean remembered all this? sasha was a goofball, but even she wouldn’t have given this up.

“why did you wait so long to do this?” i asked. “if you never hated me, why wait?”

he shrugged, looking embarrassed, “i was scared you would tell me to go to hell, it’s not like i was nice to you.”

i nodded. giving him a small smile, i nudged my head towards the restaurant.

“well?” i smirked, “don’t we have a reservation?”

dinner was, well, perfect. i couldn’t have predicted this for all the money in my pocket.

the conversation was ever-flowing. discussions of cases, our families, updates on friends from school, he subtly shared with me that him and mikasa, his ex girlfriend, split about six months ago, i let him know i split from eren, my ex-boyfriend, a few months ago as well. he told me his little sister was starting law school this year with some of her friends, as well.

i sat with a glass of wine, staring into the red as i let my mind drift. sasha’s and colt’s question appeared in my head- was i going to sleep with him?

jean wouldn’t expect it. jean might be competitive but he was never one to assume that. i’ve known girls he dated and they always explained his gentlemanly tendencies.

but honestly, he was good looking, he was kind, he clearly wanted to be affectionate with me, what did i have to lose? it seemed like i was going to make partner either way. the tender and intimate thought he put into this was only indicative of one thing- he wanted me to sleep with him, even if he’d never come out and admit it.

“hey,” he spoke gently, bringing my attention back, “are you alright? you went somewhere for a second,”

i gave him a coy smile. “yeah, jean,” i took a sip of wine, “i’m just debating the benefits of bringing you home tonight,”

jean looked so caught off guard he was about to fall over. his face turned beet red, before signaling to our server to come over.

“waiter? check please!”

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the walk back to my place was peaceful. the two glasses of wine encouraged some bravery. i would giggle at his jokes and touch his bicep, stare at his lips with heavy hooded eyes, all the normal things that normally get that engine going.

the condo came into view quickly. i knew even though i made that comment to jean at dinner, he wouldn’t assume anything. as much as he was a gentleman, he was also aloof.

i unlocked the door, and noticed sasha was gone. thank god.

jean was preparing to take his leave. i don’t think he knew what to do next with himself. he was faced with the inner battle, so i made the decision for him.

“hey, um,” i cleared my throat once i thought of a good excuse, “want to come inside? i just got a new bottle of whiskey,”

whiskey was his favorite. we both loved it. a devilish grin appeared on his lips. he knew i wasn’t letting him in for whiskey.

“yeah, sure, sounds great, baby,”

wow, straight to my pussy.

i blushed lightly, letting him inside. kicking off my heels, i saw jean follow me with his eyes as i walked to my bar in the den, and heard him follow me.

the bar was a prize possession of mine. it held awards, photos, all of my important things. there was photos of us in groups, my law degree and bar certification were hung in the wall, pictures of my family, and bottles of alcohol meant for celebration. on my first day at my job, my parents bought me a bottle of champagne to open when i made partner. my friends gave me bottles for when i got engaged. jean stood behind me, touching up the sides of my arms as i grabbed a nondescript bottle i bought, not one of the special ones, and poured us two drinks. his front was pressed against my back. i felt his shoulders and chest, his body, his waist, all of it. he was strong and sturdy.

i opened the bottle, notes of cherry and cinnamon filling the room. i left it open to breathe for a moment before turning back to him. he was there waiting for me, a lustful look in his eyes as i grabbed him by the waistline of his pants and pulled him closer.

we stopped to look at each other for a moment before jean’s hand found my hair, and connected our lips.

it was slow for a moment, both of us were trying to find our groove and see if we liked what we felt.

then all at once, jean had his hands on my ass. “jump,” he growled into my tongue. i hopped up, wrapping my legs around him as he carried me.

i pulled away to kiss down his jaw and his neck. “bedroom is in the back on the left,”

jean took the liberty of unzipping my dress before he set me down next to the bed while i bit into the soft skin of his neck, leaving a trail of raised kisses down his throat.

he gently set me on the ground, and immediately began undressing himself.

it was hard not to stare. his body was godly. it seems that jean’s outlet for the stress of being an attorney is working out. rather that than drugs or alcohol like other attorneys.

his member was massive. swollen and veiny, with a curve at the end. his body looked, smelt, and felt magnificent.

he was staring at me too, as i took my dress off. i didn’t wear uny undergarments under the dress over than a single navy blue g-string thong. my body was softer than his, squeezable, grab-able, a roll appeared here or there, it made me insecure. actually, it made me want to put my dress back on and hide.

“god,” jean breathed out as he approached me, “you’re so breathtaking, sweetness,” his hands traveled all over my body, starting with my hips, my stomach and back, up to my shoulders to cup my face. “let me take you baby, let me show you that i never stopped thinking of you in school. how every day i saw you in court i wanted to make you forget the name of any other man you’d ever been with,”

i was speechless. i had never been romanced like this, never sought after like this. when i didn’t answer, jean asked again. “can i do that, baby?”

not saying anything, i gave him a small nod. we embraced each other wholly after that. i was pushed into the bed gently by jean as he crawled on top of me. his hands began to search for my sensitive spots, looking to elicit a reaction from me. my back arched against him and i wrapped my hands in his hair.

i opened my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“need a condom first baby,” jean kissed me sensually, “you have one?”

i nodded, gasping. “nightstand, first drawer,”

when he opened the drawer, it slammed. the condoms all shifted to the front, something hard rolled to the front.

oh my god, my vibrator.

jean’s breath hitched. “well, sweetness, what is this?”

it was nothing astounding, just a pastel pink bullet with a single button, but it more than did the job.

jean grabbed the vibrator and a condom out of the drawer. the condom went on quickly, but jean showed me very quickly that i was bested.

he looked down at me with a sense of excitement, as if he just found the holy grail. with a dramatic press, the bullet began to vibrate in jean’s hand.

the godly man did nothing at first, before sticking the toy into my clit, making me nearly fall off the bed at the sensation.

“oh, princess,” jean came back on top of me, “it’s going be a long night for you,”

the overstimulation drove me insane. jean would let the vibrator sit on my clit while he thrusted in an out of me with a fury, while licking up my neck or nibbling my nipples.

my eyes were so blurry with tears i couldn’t see. it was what i expected falling out of a plane to feel like, in a way.

jean would get me close enough to cum, then stop. he was edging both of us at the same time.

“jean, baby, please,” i groaned as he slowed his pace, making it even more difficult to control myself.

“you’re being so good, sweet girl, it’s-“

an uncontrollable moan left my mouth, “daddy please i need to cum,”

i was unsure how long jean was edging me for. it could have been a full hour. the bedsheets were soaked wet. tears of pleasure ran down my eyes and my body couldn’t stop shaking.

“jean, baby, please,” i begged. “it hurts, please let me cum,”

jean finally was satisfied with my behavior, my begging. he turned the vibrator off and set it down on the bed next to us and pulled me to his chest gently.

“you did so good, baby, let’s get you finished,”

it took only a minute of jean’s fast hips against mine to make my body nearly crumble in his hands. my orgasm lasted for nearly thirty seconds, i felt like i left the solar system. expletives left both of our mouths and our bodies were slick with sweat and sex, it was pornographic.

jean fell to the side of the bed, breathing heavily to compensate for the hard work he just did.

i looked at him, trying to steady my breath as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest.

he gave me a sweet kiss, a ‘thank you’, before that familiar grin returned. “i’m so happy i’m your boss,”

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the nanny | one shot

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 4.6K

tw: dom/sub dynamic, oral (m. receiving)/face fucking/throat fucking, vaginal sex, authority figure (boss), degradation/humiliation/ slut-shaming, infidelity, age gap, name-calling [slut, whore, bitch], daddy kink, size/stretching kink, dumbification, spitting, slapping, impact play [hand/belt], biting, gagging, choking, hair pulling, recorded on a nanny cam, creampie

themes: modern au, smut, possessive dilf levi x nanny reader, he's super mean in this tbh but there's also some soft dom levi at the end, everything in those horrifying warnings ^, trigger warning brief mention of aftercare (lmao sorry guys i'm just here for the breeding)

note: hi guys i don't know what my deal is lately with writing thousands of words of levi brutally dominating me but at least others can benefit off of it too. enjoy my loves<3 (i'm reposting it bc i posted in the middle of the night and like nobody saw it)

Everything started slow.

To begin, the interview process to live-in nanny for the Ackermans took three entire weeks. The pay was worth killing over, and everyone around you was so experienced. They recited anecdotes of time spent with the children of the wealthy and famous and powerful. As a freshman in college with no experience looking for rent money, you figured it would be best to fade into the background at first. You just fidgeted with your hands, trying to stay quiet and avoid Mrs. Ackerman’s hawk-like eyes while still keeping her husband’s generous attention.

You noticed it from the first day. From the second you saw him, your knees were weak and your heart pounded between your legs. Deep, captivating irises the color of storm clouds followed every move you made, shooting you sly winks when his wife’s attention was directed elsewhere. All of the other young girls and people without five or more years of experience were cut after the first interview — except you, of course.

He made his move slow, too. Four months after you were hired, you received the first of many messages from Mr. Ackerman — Levi, he’d asked you to call him that night. You stayed up until morning talking to him, venturing over to suggestive conversation around five o’clock. He’s typically so dry and reserved, but he worshiped every nude photo you sent him with praise. He’d describe his fantasies to you, detailing every depraved thing he wanted to do to you despite the twenty years that separate you. And you loved it. You still do. You love him.

Levi hadn’t touched you yet, after another three months of doing this routine damn near every night. The closest he’d come was whispering in your ear about how irresistible you looked when you were free from prying eyes. Sometimes he’d send you naughty texts across the kitchen table from Mrs. Ackerman’s side, hungry eyes watching as you blush and squeeze your legs together, but that’s as far as he would go. So, growing impatient, you started seeing someone: a sophomore business major named Eren Jaeger.

In hindsight, your actions weren’t exactly the most calculated. At the permission of Mrs. Ackerman, you had Eren over while the couple and their son took a vacation to Europe. Once everyone had gone, you and your new fling had a romantic stay-cation. What you did not account for, however, was the nanny cam that sits on the mantle above the fireplace.

Which is how you got to where you are now.

Mrs. Ackerman and their son, Farlan, are gone at the movie theatre, leaving only you and Levi in the house alone. When she mentioned it yesterday evening, you were aching with excitement. Now, you’re overcome with dread.

Levi sits next to you on the soft, brown suede couch, the typical flat expression on his chiseled face. Thirty seconds ago, he had pulled you from the laundry room by your wrist without a word and tossed you down to sit here. Needless to say, your heart is in your throat. As the footage of Eren rough fucking you over the arm of the same brown sofa plays on the flatscreen, it goes totally numb.

Your eyes shoot open as you turn to gawk at Levi, but he’s just facing forward with his jaw set tight. Paralyzed with shock, you lock your gaze back on the video. You silently give thanks that the camera didn’t record audio as Eren yanks a fistful of your hair back and says something vulgar in your ear, fucking you harder and landing a firm smack on your ass.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Levi asks, not taking his eyes off of the television as he finally addresses you. While he speaks, Eren shoves your face down into the couch cushion as you writhe underneath him, clearly cumming hard.

You swallow, feeling your nails start to dig into your palms as you see Eren put you on your knees and tap the head of his dick against your tongue. “I didn’t know we were um —” you stammer, seeing yourself swallow Eren’s load and smile up at him. “Exclusive,” you finish.

Levi chuckles, pressing a button on the remote and skipping to another video. Eren’s pinning you against the wall by your throat, your thighs wrapped around his hips and his dick pounding into you. You wince as you watch him spit on your face, and your eyes squint shut when you smile wide and open your mouth wider for more. You hear Mr. Ackerman’s belt buckle clink.

Five minutes of scolding and heavy petting later, your newly naked back is flat against the front of the sofa, Levi’s rough hold on your hair pinning your head back on the cushion as the head of his thick, pulsing cock pushes at your lips. Your eyes are wide and innocent, although the slick from your cunt is starting to leak onto your thighs as you admire the angle of his jaw. “Stupid fucking slut,” he insults you, slate-colored eyes full of fire. A sweet, desperate moan vibrates into him as you squirm under his grip.

“You couldn’t wait a couple of months? You’re that desperate to get fucked, huh?“ Mr. Ackerman growls, pushing his length past your teeth and wedging your mouth open wide. You whine against it as it inches deeper, creeping to the back of your throat. His dick is intimidating; the thickness alone has your jaw aching before he’s even gotten started. The puffy vein along the bottom pulsates against your tongue, a threatening countdown.

Levi lets out a breathy moan as he rocks his hips slowly, not pushing further. “You looked like you loved sucking his cock, didn’t you? Letting him cum in my tight little throat,” he scolds, pulling hard on your hair until you look him in the eyes. “Petra says it’s Grisha Jaeger’s son, is that right?”

You nod, your mouth too preoccupied with Levi’s painful girth to speak as you cower underneath him. He pats your cheek twice. “Good girl,” he praises. “Maybe I’ll let you cum after all.”

Without warning, he snaps his hips forward, burying his cock in your mouth until your lips are flush with the hilt. Your eyes water before fluttering shut as you lament the sharp sting of your throat stretching like rubber around him, a muffled cry escaping your taut lips. Levi starts thrusting without allowing you to adjust, his low, pleasured growl sending chills down your spine as saliva starts to froth at your lips. The pain is more thrilling than anything — the feeling of him pulsing in your mouth and the sounds of approval leaving his parted lips are so sweet that you don’t mind it in the slightest.

“I hope I don’t see him around anytime soon,” Mr. Ackerman admits as he pumps in and out of your inexperienced throat, drawing a series of harsh gags from your drooling mouth. “If I can’t get my anger out on this pretty pussy, I’m afraid I might end up with an assault charge.” Levi chuckles, wrapping a firm hand around your neck and squeezing just hard enough to make your head buzz and your cunt throb. “You wouldn’t want me to go away to jail, would you, princess?” he asks, slowing his strokes as you try to catch your breath underneath him.

You shake your head back and forth, Mr. Ackerman’s dick poking against the insides of both your cheeks as you move, and he smirks down at you. “You’re so well-behaved. It’s a fucking shame you can’t keep those pretty legs closed, or I wouldn’t be so harsh with you.” Levi’s length strokes slowly back and forth in your mouth before planting deep in your loosened throat again, and he unwraps his hand from around your neck. “Apologize to me. I want complete sentences — at least three. Make it clear or you’ll start over.”

You knit your eyebrows together before your muscles constrict around his cock and another gag erupts from your tired mouth. “Levi —“ you begin, but break off as soon as you hear it come out closer to gibberish.

He tuts three times. “Come on, little girl. I know you can do better than that,” Mr. Ackerman mocks you, stuffing himself a little further down your throat. You open your mouth as wide as you can, but Levi’s overbearing size doesn’t allow more than a centimeter to move your mouth.

Each nasty late-night conversation with the married man speeds behind your eyes as you decide how to best gain his favor. Every word comes out muddled, but he grins down at you when you speak. “I’m so sorry for what I did,” you begin, putting every individual brain cell into enunciating your words around the massive gag. “I shouldn’t have let him have your pussy, daddy.” You suck in a breath through your nose. “I’m a stupid slut.”

A faint, staccato sting in your cheek makes you moan instinctively in pleasure as Levi’s hand comes across your face. “Not good enough. Do it again,” he demands.

Your jaw starts to ache as his cock sits still in your mouth. Pleading with your eyes, you recite your apology over. “I’m so sorry for what I —“

Another light smack stings at your cheek, pulling a wince out of you. “Start over. You took the Jaeger boy’s cock down your throat so easy, baby girl. What’s the problem now?”

“He’s not as big as you,” you answer honestly, feeling his dick twitch in your mouth as you try to speak around it. You take it even slower than before this time, sounding out every syllable. “I’m so sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have let him have your pussy, daddy. I’m a stupid slut,” you say, leaning into his hand as he threateningly caresses your cheek, just waiting for you to stutter.

Levi’s cock slides out of your mouth slowly, pulling long strings of your spit along with it and leaving your throat feeling hollow. The pain in your scalp has long been numbed, but you notice that his grip on your hair doesn’t relax. Drops of your saliva hit the hardwood floor as his dick stands engorged in front of you, but you can only focus on his gorgeous face.

“I still don’t forgive you, of course, but you’ve put me in a better mood,” he says, sweeping his fingers over your cheeks and making you whimper. “I’ll let you decide what I’ll do to you, since you’ve been such a sweet little thing.” Levi swishes something in his cheeks before speaking up again. “Open your fucking mouth,” he demands, and you obey immediately. Jerking your hair a little harder, he spits harshly onto your tongue before clamping your jaw shut with one hand. “Swallow it. What a good little bitch.”

His gray eyes hold tight to you as he fixates on the sight of your bobbing neck, his warm saliva running down your sore throat while his cock stays throbbing in front of your face. He looks at you expectantly, and you remember your other task. The yearning between your thighs takes over your tongue as you speak, leaving your filter behind. ”I want you to use me like a fuck doll,” you plead, feeling your walls clench around empty space as you give him your widest puppy-dog eyes.

“Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” he asks, pausing to brush his thumb over your bottom lip as his irises shift to a deep, dark charcoal color. “I won’t fuck you as gently as those little boys you’re used to. I’m going to make you fucking cry. Is that what you want?”

You shudder at Mr. Ackerman’s threat, but it makes your core throb with need. “Please, daddy,” you whine, trailing off into a sharp yelp as Levi yanks your hair back harder.

You fall to the ground with a thump when he lets you go, stepping back to pull his shirt from his toned torso as you struggle to get reoriented. He yanks his belt free from the loops of his jeans, folding the black material in half twice and squeezing it firm in his fist. “Go get on the chaise,” Levi commands, gesturing to the long, leather chair on the right wall. “I want you face down, ass in the air, with your pussy spread open for me. Do you understand?”

You nod slowly, the belt in his hand sending a shiver down your neck. As you stumble over to the chaise, Mr. Ackerman has more orders. “Grab the camera from the mantle and put it in front of your beautiful face.”

Sucking in a gasp, your eyes shoot to the camera. Again, you’ve let it catch you being dominated in the Ackermans’ living room. “Yes sir,” you squeak, hesitantly plucking the near-invisible black sphere from above the fireplace on your trek to the chair. You lean into the cool leather with your knees, crawling forward on your forearms until your ass sits just at the edge for your employer’s convenience. Extending your arms forward, you nestle the little camera in the crease between the cushions and bury your face deep into a yellow throw pillow.

The only warning is the quiet click of footsteps against the floor before Levi’s thick, hot length slides scarcely against your clit to rest between your thighs. “Can you hold still, or do I need to tie you down for this?” he asks condescendingly, palming one of your asscheeks in his large, rough hands.

You try to think quickly as you suck in a sharp breath. “Are you fucking me, or are you spanking me, sir?” you inquire, trying to sound as well-mannered as possible. A whimper escapes your lips as he rubs circles around your hole with one finger, and you push yourself back against it gently.

Levi chuckles, dipping the tip of his finger into your cunt before pulling it back out and tracing circles again. “I won’t punish you because I know this is your first time, but you’d be better off only speaking when prompted if you don’t want me to leave a mark on your pretty face.” He grinds himself against you, the pulsing skin of his dick brushing against your sensitive, needy core. You buck your hips back, but he doesn’t let you move.

Mr. Ackerman’s cheek brushes behind your ear as his lips come to rest on the lobe. “Stay still for me like a good whore,” he murmurs, sending static through your body. “I’d hate to bruise these sexy little legs by mistake because you couldn’t stop squirming like a bitch in heat.” Levi pulls away from you to stand up straight, leaving his dick in the same torturous position as the sound of the belt snapping behind you makes you flinch.

The cool, smooth leather drags across the skin of your left asscheek, making figure-eights just to watch you shiver. You take in a deep breath as you wait for the first impact, but it doesn’t come. “How many times did you cum for him when I wasn’t here?” he asks, slapping your right cheek lightly with his free hand to get your attention.

You think, trying to count in your head while Levi gropes you possessively. “Eight, sir,” you reply nervously, chewing on your lip before tacking on, “I’m so sorry.”

A loud, unforgiving pop sounds in your ears before the pain of the belt landing hard on your ass registers, a raspy moan tearing out of your chest.

“From this point forward, you will not speak to me unless spoken to.” Pop. A yelp. “You’ll keep this pretty cunt nice and still for me,” Pop, on the right cheek. On the already red and aching left side, Mr. Ackerman lets the belt down again twice as hard. Crack. You squeal. “You’ll do as I say when I say it,” Crack. He massages his hand across one cheek. Pop. Pop. Your high-pitched cries just grow louder. “And you’ll lay there and take it until I’m finished with you.” Crack. You whine out at the eighth lick, the raw, bruising skin on your ass cheeks stinging like a thousand papercuts. “Can you do that for me?”

Your breath catches in your throat as his length starts to slide backwards, moving to position himself at your entrance. “Yes, sir,” you breathe, nodding your head eagerly into the soft pillow.

As the head presses at your tight, restricting hole, you realize you haven’t had a chance to loosen up at all. Levi pushes harshly against the gate, but it won’t open for him. “Too big, daddy,” you say in a muffled sigh as you rock your hips back against him. Sharp, sudden pain shoots through you when his palm smacks flat against the reddest spot on your ass, making you shout.

A wet splash of Mr. Ackerman’s spit hits the back of your neck, and his tip pushes harder against your cunt. “Are you fucking stupid? I didn’t ask you a question,” he sneers, suddenly gripping your hip bones so tight that little yellow bruises are already beginning to form.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you moan, grinding back against him and enduring the sting of his thick, rigid cock stretching past your opening. “I’ve never had one this big,” you pant, clenching around the head as he thrusts himself in. “Need you to loosen it up for me.”

The growl that sounds behind you is so animalistic that you aren’t entirely sure it came from your lover as Levi plants one harsh hand on the back of your head and lays an intricate assault on your swollen clit with the other. His already rough thrusts become twice as intense, stretching your slick, velvet walls around him as he forces his way into you. The extreme, unrelenting waves of pleasure from his fingertips dancing over the sensitive little nub fill up your throat with squeals of ecstasy that distract you from the impossibly thick cock pushing further and further towards your cervix.

“Fuck, baby,” Levi groans. “It’s so goddamn tight. Like a fucking virgin.” Sharp canines embed on your shoulder blade, stifling a long, low moan. “I haven’t had pussy like this in a long time.” He’s halfway in now, and you already feel yourself teetering on your orgasm. His circles around your clit become overwhelming as he presses his fingers in deeper.

“Keep taking it, slut. Nobody else will want you when I’m done with you, you hear me?” Levi shoves his length a little deeper, making you cry out. Still, you rock your hips back against him, desperate to take all of it. “I’m going to stretch your cunt until you fit me like a cocksleeve. Will every frat boy in the city still want to bend you over my sofa when you’re loose and fucked out? You’ll be following me around on your hands and knees like a little bitch in a few hours, I fucking promise.”

Mr. Ackerman has always been a man of his word — which is confirmed once again by the way your vision whites out when he finally submerges his length to the hilt. The pain is gone in an instant as the head of his swollen cock batters into the deepest part of you, morphing into a feeling of complete and utter fullness. His dick brushes against every corner of your soaking core, filling you with a satisfaction you’ve never before experienced.

The belt smacks against your ass again, making you flinch. “Be fucking still,” Levi scolds, and you do your best to obey. The constant, rhythmic waves of pleasure from his relentless pounding and the overwhelming electricity of his fingers at your clit are more than enough to distract from the pain. As the second lick lands with a snap, you let out a breathy moan.

The winding coil in your stomach is suddenly rolled tight as Levi fucks into you roughly, taking the hand off your head to wrap it tight around your throat. Your cunt clenches around him with urgency, begging your mouth to tell him you need to cum, but you’re afraid to speak out of turn with your orgasm so near — and so easily taken away.

He lands three more stinging licks over the next minute or so, alternating from one cheek to the other as a static feeling starts to wash over your bruised and welted skin. Still, you stifle your cries and protests until you hear the silver buckle clatter against the hardwood.

“You feel so good, baby,” Mr. Ackerman praises you as he deepens his strokes. “How do you feel? Are you okay?” he asks, rubbing one of the welts on your ass with a warm hand.

“Mm, love it, daddy,” you mumble out, drool starting to leak out on the chaise. “Need to cum.”

Shaking your ass against him, you lift your head to look over your shoulder. Levi looks like a god — his tousled black hair is slick with sweat around the ends, little drops trickling down his pointed nose and angular jaw. Plush, pink lips are parted to expose white teeth and a panting tongue.

“You can cum for me, princess,” he approves, pulling back his merciless assault on your clit to let you ride out your orgasm. Your toes are numb and your vision is static as your walls twitch and convulse around his cock, a loud, shameless moan leaving you as you release.

Levi thrusts steadily until you’ve come back to Earth before pulling out of you and flipping you to your back in one fluid motion. Your knees touch your shoulders as he pushes up your legs, and you reach to hold them in place. “Good girl,” he praises you, running one hand down your stomach and looping his thumb around your sensitive clit.

He positions his hips parallel to your thighs as he lines himself up at your entrance, pumping his length in one hand twice before starting to press in. You whine as his cock stuffs you full again, the tip prodding at the very back of your cunt as he rocks into you, picking up the pace. Levi’s hands pinch and poke at your nipples, making you squeal when he pulls on one harshly, before dropping it and planting a wonderfully painful smack on your sensitive breast.

“This is better,” he moans as he thrusts deeply, kneading your tits with a rough grip. “I didn’t think you’d get all sweet and stupid so quickly, angel,” Mr. Ackerman admits, leaning down to press his forehead against yours as the room spins around you. “Makes it hard to stay upset with you.” His hands run down to rest on your hips, drawing circles with his thumbs. If your mind wasn’t so cloudy, you’d be brimming with anxiety at the puffs of his breath hitting your face, not to mention the alluring stare his slate-colored eyes lock you into, only an inch from your own.

Each individual cell in your body tingles when Levi’s soft, salty lips brush against yours, hesitant at first and then immediately overwhelming. He kisses you deeply, slipping his tongue past the threshold to entangle with yours as his length rocks steadily against your depths. Tired, sweaty limbs wrap around his body without asking your permission, locking your ankles at the small of his back and digging your fingers beneath his shoulder blades. His strokes lose their rough, unforgiving edge as they morph into something slow, deep, and passionate.

Cold air stings your lips when he pulls free from them, peppering kisses down your jaw as his cock rakes against your pulsating walls. “So good, baby,” Mr. Ackerman murmurs into your neck. “Maybe I’ll save the crying for next time. Would you like that?”

A whimper gasps out of you as the head pushes against your sweet spot again. “Yes— fuck. Yes, sir. Can I cum, please?” you ask innocently, running your hands over his shoulders to trace the muscles of his marble-smooth chest and abdomen, sweetly and convincingly as possible. The knots in your stomach will soon untie on their own if he doesn’t give you the green light.

Levi’s lips come to brush gently over yours again as his pace picks up just slightly, weaving his hands beneath you to wrap his tense, strong arms around your back. He moans quietly into your skin before he says, “You can wait for me, princess. I’m close.” Mr. Ackerman’s lips take onto yours before you can think to reply, pushing his tongue past your teeth and kissing you deeper than before.

His cock pulls out to the very tip before sliding down to the hilt again, slow but intense as he repeats the motion rhythmically. The taste of hibiscus tea radiating off of his wandering tongue is the only thing you can think about as you whine steadily into Levi’s mouth. Stiff, painful pressure shoves at the gates of your climax as his long, languid thrusts throb inside of your cunt.

Mr. Ackerman’ swollen, red lips pull off of yours with a pop, remaining parted beneath a drawn brow as he accelerates his pace — which is beginning to become sloppier by the second. The sweat collecting on his forehead is cool against yours as he presses your noses together, staring down at you through heavily lidded eyes. “Tell me you love me,” Levi murmurs, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

Your eyes are rolling back in your head, so surely it couldn’t be admissible as evidence — but you don’t hesitate before, “I love you, daddy,” rolls off of your tongue.

A husky moan falls from his mouth as he squints his eyes shut, brushing a chaste kiss over your lips before speaking again. “Are you ready to cum when I say so, my love?” he whispers, and you nod your head desperately against him. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. Are you going to give my pussy away again?” Mr. Ackerman inquires breathlessly.

“No, sir,” you answer, feeling yourself clench around him as your release threatens to break free before he allows it to.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” Levi pants, attaching his sweet, hungry lips to yours as the sky breaks apart around you. Your orgasm bursts through you like a shotgun, blurring your vision and squeezing every muscle in, compacted tight. Most overwhelming is your pulsing, over-sensitive cunt as it milks his throbbing cock, which he’s buried snug and deep against your spot just to see you writhe.

Levi’s low groans of pleasure as he twitches inside of you bring you back from paradise as he sinks a bit more of his weight onto you, beginning to come down. His shoulders rise and fall heavily while he leans in to kiss you one more quick time, pecking the tip of your nose on his way back. An uncomfortable hollow feeling radiates through you as he pulls himself free from your newly stretched hole, although the hot stream of Levi’s cum leaking down your thigh brings you a bit of comfort.

You feel his warm, calloused hands before anything else as he lifts you bridal style off of the chaise, holding your head against his chest as he adjusts your positioning. The smell of bourbon and mint and Pine Sol floods your nose when you nuzzle it into his bare skin, eyes fluttering shut, as Levi’s feet start towards what you presume will be the soft, comfortable king-sized bed in the furthest room to the right.

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part two | masterlist

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blind date- au!erwin smith x reader

this one is a bit shorter!! i hope y’all enjoy, feel free to request AOT stuff if you like my writing!

WARNING: SMUT- MINORS, ANYONE UNDER 18, DNI

Includes: au!erwin, musician!reader, pet names, rough sex, p in v, alcohol consumption, both readers of age (21+), oral!(f receiving), raw sex, mention of birth control,

you felt like throwing up at the idea of another blind date. truly, it was horrific. you adored your friends and the effort they put into helping you find someone, but they did not think critically enough about these choices.

but your friend promised this one was different. jean texted you to be at the nicest bar in down, dressed ‘like a luxurious slut’, his words, and be at the bar by 7.

the outfit of choice was a black slip dress that ended just above your shins, and a red silk wrap that rested in the crooks of your elbows. your hair was curled, red lipstick on your lips, diamond earrings, you sure FELT luxurious.

you never thought your standards were too difficult to ascertain. you needed a man, a masculine man to give you the love opposite your feminine. you embodied soft femininity. as a musician, it made you fluid and emotional and strong, but deeply in touch with the feminine soul you cherished in yourself.

after a few moments, a man came up and took a seat beside you. it was evident he was your date, or god, you hoped it was.

he was tall, muscular, blonde, and simply breathtaking.

“i’m sorry i’m late, i’m erwin smith,” he introduced himself with a devilish smile.

you returned the smile, introducing yourself back.

the hostess took the two of you to a small table in the back of the bar and offered to take you wrap.

you turned back to your date, leaning on one hand and taking him in fully.

“so, jean told me you’re a musician,” erwin inquired, “what exactly do you do?”

you gave a smile. “i’m a classical musician. i play in the city symphony and i teach music at the university,”

erwin was impressed to say the least. you were young, yet successful and devoted. it turned him on.

your voice pulled erwin from his thoughts, asking him about his work and how he knows your friend jean.

you two got to know each other over the next few hours, both drinking whiskey. erwin found you fascinating, and you found him delectable. you two wanted to ravage each other for hours, but refused to be the first to mention it.

eventually, the tension got the best of you. you looked at erwin under the heavy lids of your eyes. the strap on your right shoulder had fallen without your notice. you were a sight to behold for erwin smith, and he couldn’t wait to see the way you looked fucked out under him.

erwin graciously payed the bar tab not soon after that.

you preemptively invited the man back to your condo. the drive back to the condo was peaceful, the two of you making flirtatious comments as his hand brushed your knee. erwin was desperate for your touch and your tongue, but he was a man of morals. he wanted to know how you felt under him, but he wanted that to happen when you were ready.

the walk up to the steps of your condo in the summer air were comforting. you held erwin’s hand as he trailed behind you, his gait causal.

you opened the door, and walked inside, inspecting him to follow you, without word. when he didn’t, you turned back and saw him standing at the door waiting for your permission.

“how am i supposed to get you naked if you don’t come inside?” you smirked, full of liquid courage. this was unlike you to be so forward, but it drove him crazy.

a low rumbling emitted from erwin’s chest, and he stepped into your condo, closing the door behind him.

the condo was beautiful. records and sheet music decorated the living room as shelves full of books made the condo feel homey.

you walked over to the bar cart in the kitchen with levi’s eyes following you. you had abandoned your high heels, and the straps of your dress had both fallen from your shoulders. you were an alluring temptress with no clue how deeply your powers harnessed the man in your grasp. you poured two drinks, before walking one back over to him.

“in case i haven’t made it clear, i’d like you to spend the night,”

erwin’s hand lingered on yours while you handed him the glass.

the tall man stood over you, domineering. it took everything in his power to not fuck you against the closest wall. your tiny figure was begging to be ruined in that black dress. jean had done you both a favor with setting this date up. you reminded yourself that you owe him a text message.

erwin finished his drink in one gulp, before closing the distance between you fully, taking the glasses, and setting them down on the counter- last thing he would want is to break your belongings.

you stood, innocently looking up at the captain with a smile so devilish, so greedy, he couldn’t wait to take it off your face.

then, you found yourself laying on the couch, erwin on top of you.

the skirt of your dress pooled at your hips as erwin positioned himself between your thighs. when he realized you were bare underneath the dress, it excited him more. your slick was running down your thighs and begged him to lean forward.

without much warning, erwin began to lick at the exposed bud of your soft and soaked core. the sudden movement at your softest spot nearly made you fall off the couch. thankfully, erwin’s hand was there to steady you.

the only way erwin’s skill and utter devouring of your cunt could be described is breaking a religious fast. holding himself back because he knew it was proper, wanting to connect himself to a higher power, only to break the fast and absolutely fill his soul and mouth with whatever was within reach.

you were fucked out before erwin even took his pants off. your moans and begs were loud and you were so thankful you didn’t have neighbors.

‘no wonder you chose to be a musician’, erwin thought as his tongue tasted your forbidden sweetness, ‘prettiest sounds i’ve ever heard,”

orgasm rolled down your body quickly, you begged for erwin, and you thanked god for his creation.

you barely had time to settle down before erwin was on next to you, pulling you to his lips.

“where’s the bedroom,” erwin growled against your lips, unbuckling his belt while you steadied on your feet.

you opened your eyes and grabbed his large hand, pulling him.

down the art-laden hallway and up a spiral staircase, a simply decorated bedroom was there before you both.

your instruments hung on their hooks from the wall. a massive bed with black sheets sat against the wall, and the modern decor showed class. erwin took in the beauty of your room as he pushed the dress off your shoulders, and down to the floor. your body now fully visible to him made him harder than he thought was possible.

he was quickly disrobing beside you. shoes kicked off, followed by socks and his shirt, his belt, his pants…

you led him slowly to the bed, taking in his beauty under the low light from the hallway.

it became impossible to tell where your body began and his ended. the speed and agility of erwin smith on top of you as he gently took your hair in his hands, and exposed your neck.

“i don’t have a condom on-“ erwin realized, nearly falling over in anger. he went to get one out of his pants before you leaned up and grabbed his shoulder.

“i’m on birth control, i don’t care, cum inside me,” you begged, “as long as you promise this isn’t the last time i’ll see you,”

it was a desperate pleading. not many man aroused this sort of passion from you and the fear of losing erwin nearly overcame the excitement of having him.

darkness filled erwin’s eyes as he crawled back on top of you, before pulling you up to his chest.

“trust me, sweetness,” erwin licked up the lobe of your ear, “this isn’t even close to the last time i’ll be in this bed,”

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happy birthday, baby- bertholdt hoover x reader

WARNING: SMUT- MINORS, ANYONE UNDER 18, DNI

Includes: soft!bertholdt, au!cast, bertholdtxreader, birthday sex, lingerie, fluffy smut, this smut filled my heart with love because it was so gentle and devoted i hope you love it!

bertholdt’s birthday was approaching quickly. he was turning twenty-two. we’ve been dating for just over a year; and i couldn’t have dreamed of a kinder and more loving man. we met as sophomores in college, attending some of the same classes. after that, we began to notice each other in the dorm hall, coming to and from. i actually ran into him while i was wearing a towel when he asked me out for the first time.

for our one year anniversary, bertholdt made me feel as though i was the only woman in the world. no one had ever thought of me that way before, or planned anything like that for me before. we had an intimate dinner, exchanged small gifts, had drinks, and made passionate love. he clearly put weeks of planning into this. so with his birthday approaching, i intended to do the same thing.

i dragged sasha, krista and ymir with me to go shopping. i needed moral support for this, which is why i invoked the girlhood clause to have the ladies help me buy lingerie. i’ve never really worn it before and i didn’t want to look like a fool. i know ymir of all people would have told me if this was a mistake.

it was after almost an hour of shopping that krista found a beautiful baby blue set. blue was bertholdt’s favorite color. so it worked well. after trying it on- i knew i had krista to thank for the mind blowing sex i was getting that weekend.

planning the dinner was simple. i had made us reservations at a beautiful little bistro in a quiet neighborhood, but not far from my apartment so we could walk.

the friday night arrived where we agreed to celebrate my boyfriend’s birthday. he arrived at my door at his expected time. i opened the door to see his smiling face. he donned a navy blue sweater and tan slacks with dress shoes. my navy blue dress matched his sweater, and the lipstick i wore made his eyes glint as his eyes travelled to my lips.

“happy birthday, baby,” i smiled at him, opening the door to let him inside. i had finished getting ready just a few moments before he arrived. bertholdt met my lips so softly as i pulled my jacket on.

the walk to dinner was beautiful, and so was the bistro. we had a lovely time. the conversation was filled with discussions of work, school, our friends, and discussing how beautiful we thought the other looked.

soon after, the check was paid and we returned to my apartment.

i told him to make himself comfortable as i poured us two glasses of wine, and taking a seat with him as i flicked on the lights.

i handed bertholdt the glass of wine, before sitting perpendicular to him on the couch, and tossing my legs over his lap. he set a hand on my thigh as he always did. it was a sign he was comfortable.

“did you have a good birthday, baby?” i asked him, taking a sip of wine as i played with his hand on my thigh.

he gave me a loving smile. “absolutely, angel, thank you for making dinner plans,”

we spoke for a few more minutes, softly sharing our love. after my glass of wine, i finally worked up the courage to show him what i bought earlier that week.

“i have a surprise,” i smirked at him. “you might not love it the way i think you do, but give me one minute,”

bertholdt sat patiently as i scurried away to the bathroom. i took out my earrings, and took off the dress. the blue lingerie was revealed, and it looked even more beautiful than i remembered.

my hair was a bit windblown from the walk home, but it still maintained its curl. i hoped i looked presentable without touching up my makeup. i stood there for a moment, staring at myself in the mirror. the light from the ceiling showed every curve i had, and made my blush even more obvious.

i was nervous, anxious even. bertholdt and i were in bed many times together, but this was different. this was intentional. this was a devotion of my body to him, a celebration of the man i love.

i slowly left the bathroom and called into the living room, “close your eyes, baby,”

i gave bertholdt a minute to settle in before i slowly tiptoed into the living room. he sat in the middle of my couch, his hands at his side. i took the opportunity to straddle him. i felt his hands travel up my thighs as soon as he sensed their presence. he was a bloodhound for my body.

i slowly began to kiss his cheeks before telling him to open his eyes. his eyes travelled down slowly, taking me in.

the lingerie on its own was gorgeous. it was baby blue, with white embroidered roses. thigh high socks came with it, in the same baby blue.

bertholdt didn’t say anything for a moment as he took in my appearance.

“princess, you’ve never looked so beautiful,” he traced my cheek with his thumb, and i blushed, “is this all for me?” he asked, shocked.

“i wanted you to feel special,” i blushed under his gaze, “i wanted to look beautiful for you, and give you my body,”

i felt the zipper of bertholdt’s pants protrude, struggling to hide an erection. it brushed against the inside of my thigh.

bertholdt ran his hands down my exposed skin as we looked into each others’ eyes and shared soft kisses.

after a moment, i gained the next bit of confidence i needed. i broke the kiss and stood up, grabbing bertholdt’s hand. he followed me with no question, dazed.

my room was simple, but tasteful. the rose colored paint was a canvas for the orange and red beams from the setting sun that streamed in from the setting sun. my bed was made, with white sheets soaking up the colors of the sky. photos and posters hung around the room, most of me with bertholdt. the hardwood floor was covered with a plush white rug.

tonight was not the night for a rough fuck. under the colorful beams of sun that took refuge in my bedsheets, i knew i wanted to make love. bertholdt and i were cosmic, just like the sun setting to give way to the moon. he had my skin ablaze with desire to the point where it was a need. we were connected indefinitely.

i gently pushed bertholdt down onto his back after he took off his sweater. his tan chest was toned, and muscular. he was so beautiful when he was like this, i was dripping with desire for him.

i crawled next to him on the bed, and kissed down his face, to his neck, while i used my right hand to palm his erection through his pants. a low moan of acknowledgement left his mouth.

“princess, you feel so good,”

after that, it was a whirlwind. bertholdt shed the rest of his clothes. the lingerie was discarded slowly after. i ended up below him as he positioned himself between my thighs.

bertholdt had his hands on my headboard, angling into me. his face twisted in pleasure as he entered me fully for the first time.

“oh my god,” he groaned. the feeling of being filled with bertholdt’s member melted through me softly.

i stared up at him with love as he continued to slowly push me into the mattress and thrust into my pussy.

as we continued to carry each other closer to orgasm, we became sloppy. we were begging for each other.

“please, bertholdt, i love you baby, please,” i begged, “i want to cum, please baby, i-“

“cum for me, princess,” bertholdt wined as i squeezed around him, my pussy reacting to how full he made me feel.

orgasm approached both of us. the sensual evening was coming to an end. i came on bertholdt’s cock with fervor, scratching down his back and pulling his hair as i spasmed. a string of expletives left my mouth- “god, bertholdt, you feel so good, i love you so much baby, god, please- ungh,” my finish was slow, and then all at once. i moaned around him as i felt the waves of pressure roll throughout my whole body, centralized between my legs.

bertholdt finished ferociously. his speed picked up, but his stability faltered. he was getting closer and closer with each thrust. i felt him finish, and a beautiful sound left his mouth as he came down from his high.

i was quit for a minute as bertholdt composed himself, and let out a content sigh next to me, with his hand tracing my thigh.

i gave him a loving kiss, “happy birthday, bertholdt,”

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visitors - toxic!eren x reader

WARNING: SMUT- MINORS, ANYONE UNDER 18, DNI

Includes: toxic!eren, piercings, choking, slapping, raw sex, hate sex, non-con!cum, all over crazy toxic eren jaeger smut, some bondage, manipulation, degradation, pet names, a smidge of baby trapping, AU!eren

it was three weeks since i spoke with eren. unfortunately, because of his nature, eren was still reaching out an absurd amount of times every day. i stopped answering on the day i took my key back. i even had to check my phone to make sure he wasn’t tracking me. it was fucking annoying.

we broke up because he was just too much. i was struggling to make it to work on time every day, or maintain my apartment, because when eren needed something, it had to be my top priority- or it meant i was cheating on him. i was so suffocated by his grip on me. i needed to feel free, and wanted. not needed like someone’s life depended on it because they couldn’t function on their own.

our mutual friends, reiner, connie and sasha were going to a bar tonight. they invited me to go. i explained i didn’t want anything to be weird now that eren and i weren’t seeing each other, and they’re assured me it would be fine.

the idea of going out felt nice. maybe i just needed to feel pretty and shake this funk. besides, i was free. eren couldn’t get to me anymore. it was time to celebrate.

my outfit was standard. a cute dress, some heels, nothing new. but, it made me FEEL new. having the fresh look and feeling good did wonders for me.

i heard a knock on the door as i finished up, i unlocked it knowing my friends would be over. i was putting the finishing touches on, sticking an earring back over a gold hoop.

“it’s open! come in,” i called from my bedroom as i grabbed a light jacket and my purse.

when i got to the living room, there was no reiner, sasha or connie. only an irate looking eren jaeger standing at my door.

i groaned and crossed my arms.

“what the fuck do you want,” i asked him.

he took in my outfit, which seemed to upset him even more.

“what the fuck are you wearing?” he questioned. “where are you going?”

“connie, reiner and sasha asked me to go out with them. we’re just grabbing drinks-“ i put my jacket on, but we cut off before i could finish my sentence.

“you aren’t fucking going anywhere. especially not looking like that-“ eren pointed to my outfit. “so what, reiner can fuck you?”

my eyes widened. “are you fucking crazy? reiner doesn’t want to have sex with me, eren,” i rolled my eyes. “you don’t own me. you never did, and you don’t now. so please, see yourself out,”

i gestured to the door for eren to leave before turning to walk into my kitchen. i could hear eren’s footsteps behind me as he closed the gap between us. he grabbed my hair and yanked me back to him.

“ow! fuck you eren,” i slapped him across the face, looking up at him with fury.

“no, fuck you,” he growled. “i put all my time and money into you for you to just fucking leave me, like some fucking rando bitch.”

i shrugged. “you don’t get to treat people like this eren. seriously. get out or i am calling the cops and getting a restraining order.”

the threat didn’t scare him. “do it. i dare you.”

i couldn’t move. i was petrified. if i went to pick up the phone, eren would break it, then truly show me how angry he was.

when i didn’t react for a few seconds, his demeanor changed.

“baby, it’s ok, i’m here to get you back,” a small smile crept onto his face. “see, i missed you. you were always so good to me and i could tell you loved me through my flaws, i’m here to find out how to get my baby girl back,”

he’s so fucking full of shit. what the fuck.

“get the fuck out of my apartment!” i yelled in his face. “my friends will be here-“

“your friends?” he repeated. “i introduced you to them. i’m the only reason you know them. they’re my friends, not yours.”

“see, eren, this is what i mean. not everything needs to be a fight. i never cheated on you, i always loved you, i cared, you did this-“ i stuck my finger in his face. “you actually almost had me quit my job and move in with you like a crazy person. you stockholmed me, dude!”

eren’s demeanor switched back to being sweet once he realized he was getting nowhere acting like a jackass.

“baby, i took such good care of you. i paraded you around, i got you gifts, took you out, made you mine,” he reached his hand out to touch me. “please don’t let that part of us die,”

he was such a master manipulator. i swore to myself. it seemed like he wouldn’t leave willingly.

“i’ll leave,” eren said as if he read my mine, “if you be mine one last time. one for the book,”

i looked at him incredulously- “are you asking me to fuck you?”

he must have lost his mind and i was prepared to help him find it.

there was a dark look that formed in eren’s eyes. he started to take steps towards me and i kept backing up until i was against the wall. with nowhere to go.

“no, i’m going to put you in your place and fuck you until you don’t know your own name. then, if you decide you don’t want me, i’ll go. and you’ll never hear from me again. you’ll waste our love.”

i hadn’t had sex since eren and i broke up almost a month ago. i could definitely use it. but with my luck, eren would do something fucking crazy. in true eren fashion.

“eren, i don’t think it’s a good idea,” i shook my head. “we need a clean break. that’s why i haven’t answered your million calls or texts.”

he chuckled lowly and grabbed my face in his right hand, my cheeks puffing over the tips of his fingers. “you seem to think you leaving is a choice. you think i won’t crawl out from under any rock to get you back? that you can walk away that easily from me? i was trying to be nice, sweetheart,”

i flinched. there was a few times eren threatened my safety but this was different. this claim over me, it was animalistic. maybe he would leave if we fucked? if i could convince him he could come back another day i could get the locks changed and let my landlord know eren wasn’t allowed in the building anymore?

i rolled my eyes and took a seat on the couch. hopefully i could act bored and he would leave knowing i wasn’t playing his bullshit games.

eren immediately found a home next to me on the couch, his hand extending to my opposite shoulder to turn me to him. “babygirl i’m sorry i upset you. i’ll make it up to you. i’ll take you out, show you off, a night all about you. we can fix this. you’ll never feel that way again. i’ll make sure-“

he didn’t even finish his own sentence before kissing me aggressively. he was convincing himself that i would crawl back to him and be his toy again.

after a minute of me not reacting to the kiss, eren grabbed my throat, squeezing. did he truly think i would be interested in fucking him? he’s delusional.

i didn’t react fast enough for him. “what do i have to do to get you back?” he begged. “i love you so much baby, please, i haven’t fucked anyone or done anything since we broke up.”

lie.

“eren, you’re an egotistical maniac. i know

you’ve fucked other people since we split. jean called me two days ago, reiner called me last week.” i crossed my arms. “i am not some child who’s believing your bullshit anymore. you don’t love me.” my words were full of anger, and venom. i truly did love eren. the first two years of our relationship were bliss and i fully expected to spend the rest of my life with him. this sudden change made even our friends concerned for my safety.

tears formed in his eyes. he was such a good actor. “let me show you how much i love you, princess, please, baby, let me show you,” he pled, speaking so quickly his words almost ran together. he begged.

i did love it when he begged.

i weighed my options again: i could let eren fuck me, and then kick him out, or i could keep fighting him. i viewed it as whether i got to cum tonight. reiner was definitely planning on trying to fuck me, as much as i lied to eren’s face about it. (and i was definitely going to fuck reiner as long as eren was out of here).

i crossed my eyes and looked at eren. his eyes were dark and full of lust.

“fine. fuck me, and then get the fuck out of my-“

i didn’t have air in my throat to finish that sentence. eren grabbed my throat so hard and pulled me onto his lap. i was nearly immobilized.

“that’s a good girl, you’re gonna take it so good for me like you always do.” his breath was hot in my ear as he reached behind my neck to unzip my dress.

“eren, just pull the dress up you don’t need to-“

another rip of my hair pulled the words from my mouth.

“shut the fuck up, you dirty whore,” eren growled into my face, “i’m going to ruin your pretty hair, your pretty make up, make you smell just like me. so you can get any idea of fucking reiner tonight out of your head.“

whoosh, right to the base of my hips. i felt it get hot in the room.

eren could tell, too. he felt the wetness soak through to his thigh. i didn’t wear any underwear… damn.

eren looked down at his wet denim covered thigh before running his hands down the front of the dress. his other hand trailed under the lip of the dress that was scrunched up at the top of my thighs.

“oh, baby, look at this pussy,” he teased me as one of his slender digits entered my weeping hole. “i have barely even touched you, princess, just wait until i show you how much i love you and how good you take my cock.”

i looked at him through lidded eyes, and swollen lips, my back arched under his finger.

“you’re so beautiful, princess,” eren complimented as he pulled the rest of the dress off.

what eren didn’t know, is i got nipple piercings since we broke up. i went with sasha, historia and ymir, and they cheered on as i cried on the piercing chair. it was done in an attempt to reclaim my sexuality, and do something adventurous. reiner was supposed to be the first one to see them.

eren’s eyes widened as he took in the appearance of my freshly healed nipples, causing his hand to stop in my core. he pulled the hand and “when did you do this?”

“about a week after we broke up-“

a resounding slap. “we never broke up, you just left me like some spoiled whore.”

i frowned and looked at him. “eren, i took my key off your key ring and blocked your phone number. we broke up,”

eren grabbed my face and pulled me close, “and i sat outside your apartment and watched you from your window,” he growled in my face. “i had to make sure you didn’t bring anyone home.”

eren was sitting in front of my apartment everyday?

“now. back to it. who let you mark up your body like this?” he ran his hands over the piercings again.

“i did it, eren, i’m an independent adult,” i crossed my arms.

“after three weeks of no punishment, you forgot who’s in charge,” eren pushed me off and stood up while he held me by the hair.

eren finally released my scalp and pushed me onto the bed. i tried covering myself up but wasn’t given the chance before eren was on top of me. as aroused as i was, i was terrified.

eren was speaking to me, words spilling out to his mouth, but i couldn’t focus. his tongue was trailing down my sensitive spots while one hand was being used to unbuckle his belt.

“hey,” he grabbed my face. “listen to me. i’m going to tie you up and make you cum until you can’t stop crying.”

before i could protest the bondage, my wrists were secured over my head as eren looked down my body. eren’s other hand was pumping his cock, preparing to open my thighs and unless the pent up aggression inside of me.

“normally i’d stretch you out and let you get ready for me,” eren began to explain as he pushed my legs up, before leaning over me, “but sluts like you don’t get that.”

it was silent for a moment, i said waiting for another slap, but nothing. but then, eren’s entire length was plunged into me.

a scream was the reaction his thrusts elicited.

“jesus fucking christ, eren, ohmygodohmyogd,” i shriek as his body arches over mine.

“yeah, baby, take it so good for me, let me love you,” eren crooned into my ear, settling into a pace. his tongue covered my neck as he licked down to the base of my neck where they met the shoulders.

“i missed you so much baby,” eren sounded like he could cry. “we could have this every day, baby, let me come home,”

“eren,” i moaned as i took his beautiful face in my hand.

it wouldn’t take me long to finish at all. after a few weeks of no intimacy, my body was begging for release. and eren knows how to elicit a response from my body.

the sex continued, our hands all over each other as eren rutted deeply inside me. his cock’s tip brushing the outer wall of my cervix. sweet noises filled our ears from the mouths of the other as i felt myself march closer to the precipice of climax.

“eren, i’m going to cum,” i whined. “please baby let me finish,”

baby. i hadn’t called eren that since before we broke up. i didn’t expect that to slip, and it sure wasn’t lost on eren.

“yeah, that’s right sweet girl,” eren grinned at me, evil glints in his eyes, “let me come home baby, let me back in. i’ll make you cum,i love you baby,”

i couldn’t resist. i started shaking. “fuck, eren-“

“let me come home baby,” eren began to slow down, fighting orgasm himself. “let me be with you, please, let me love you princess,”

the slowed pace made me want to scream. i gave in.

“fuck, baby, yes, come home!” i screamed as i wrapped my fingers in his hair. “god i missed this,”

the force of our joint orgasm rolled through me like a car crash. i was speechless. eren continued to rut inside me, and before i noticed he finished inside me.

eren knew i wasn’t on birth control… and i didn’t see him wear a condom.

as soon as i regained my coherence, i panicked.

“eren! what the fuck did you do?” i panicked.

eren smirked at me, a shy blush on his cheeks, “i came home, babygirl, it’ll be better than before,”

before i could answer, there was a knock on the door. my eyebrows raised as i heard the familiar voice. “yo! it’s reiner! you ready to go?”

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love language- levi ackerman smut x reader

WARNING: SMUT- MINORS, ANYONE UNDER 18, DNI

y’all!! this is the first smut i’ve ever written. so i apologize if it’s utterly horrific. i had this dream a couple days ago and literally couldn’t shake it. i hope you enjoy!!

Includes: slapping, angry sex, dom!levi, sub!reader, breeding kink and talks of pregnancy, rough sex, raw sex, dirty talk, pet names, a bit of degrading, jealous!levi, featuring reiner braun if you squint.

levi fucked me for the first time after a messy and horrific scouting expedition that took us outside the walls. at first, it wasn’t anything special. it was a stress reliever, a thrill to signify our joy of living to see the next day. that was a couple years ago. since then, we had the occasional fuck.

he was a beautiful and brilliant man, but i knew he didn’t want a relationship. we couldn’t have relationships as scouts, it made us vulnerable. they were distractions. and i was alright with that. it wasn’t as if levi strung me along for another woman. i was the only one he ever gave himself to, in all the years i’ve known him.

but this, this was different.

it started out as an interaction i wouldn’t even have noted as sexual. i asked him to come to my office because i had a question regarding care of the cadets and horses- i was considered the cadet captain until the specialized units took their pick of the litter. just like how levi took eren.

i opened the door for levi. he was wearing his uniform. i however, was feeling much more casual. it was technically my day off as the recruits all did horse and field training with commander erwin.

“come in,” i gave the fellow captain a small smile.

“you had a question?” he asked, apathetic. the only time levi seemed to give me any emotions is when he was fucking me out or when he held me before i slept. neither of those things occurred at the same time, or on more than a monthly basis. it was a bizarre personality change, but i had gotten used to it by this point.

i gestured to my desk. he stood next to me as i discussed a plan i had created. reiner braun, a new scout, was exquisitely talented at hand to hand combat. most of the cadets were, but combined with reiner’s stature, he was formidable. i wanted to find ways to keep the cadets’ hand to hand strong, even though it’s not used as much. i felt it was valuable.

when i looked up at levi to get his opinion, he had a thin lipped expression, and his arms crossed.

he was quiet for a moment, behaving as though i knew exactly what upset him. i sat there with a confused look on my face, truly unclear of what his problem was.

“do you want to fuck reiner braun?” he asked and i tried not to laugh.

“do i, a twenty four year old woman, want to fuck the sixteen year old new cadet?” i repeated. “did you really just ask me that?”

i tried to stand up from the desk and walk away but levi took a step towards me, locking me in between his figure and the desk.

“you speak very highly of the cadet, that’s all,” levi angled his face down towards me. “it seems like you have a new favorite,”

i was dumbfounded. i couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

“what the fuck is your problem?” i asked him, with crossed arms. if he was mad at me about something, the way to deal with it was not accusing me of being sexually aroused by my subordinate.

“i’ve never heard you speak so highly of another man and his abilities, and i don’t like it.”

levi ackerman was jealous of the cadet. this was priceless.

“i’ve been slacking on taking care of you,” he continued with minimal pause, “i haven’t been fucking you out every night, but that doesn’t mean you get to whore around for whoever makes you wet.”

if this wasn’t the sexiest thing i had ever heard, i would probably send him a right hook to the jaw.

“if you are looking for an excuse to fuck me, you know you don’t need one,” i smirked devilishly at him.

he didn’t like the misbehavior. at this point, we entered familiar territory. he knew my office led to my quarters.

we were very similar in how we kept our rooms. spotless and tidy. the only difference was i had more memorabilia. cameras and photos were hard to come by but i took a group photo with every cadet class under my supervision. a novel on my bedside table, my reading classes, that was all. it was almost as if no one lived there otherwise.

levi shut the door to the bedroom behind us after dragging me in. i willingly followed him, but was annoyed when he didn’t answer my questions: ‘levi, what are you doing?’ and ‘levi, let me go!’

“i’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t ever be able to say the name of another man without thinking of the way i’m about to make you feel.”

it was at that moment i understood, that was the capacity at which levi could show love. this brought back a whirlwind of memories- fucking after rough missions, shower sex when i would clean our wounds, sex after either of us had nightmares.

my realization had me stunned as levi began to undress me with fervor. it wasn’t long before we were blending our bodies together, messing the covers of my made bed.

i loved the feeling of his shoulders, his back, his chest. i always took time with them when i was graced with his touch.

“who else knows the way to make you scream?” levi asked in my ear, sultry tone in his voice as he inserted two fingers into me and used his thumb on my clit.

“no one, levi,” i breathed, my eyelids feeling heavy and demanding to close to fully feel his hands inside me.

“who else has ever touched you like this?” he asked again, “what men have gotten to see the whore you are?”

it was true, no one else. i joined the military at a young age and found most of the men there agitating. then, it got to a point where i felt embarrassed to be a virgin so i never spoke about it. levi was my first.

his hands began to move faster. it made the coherent sentences in my brain turn into alphabet soup.

“tell me, baby girl,” levi encouraged, biting down on the base of my neck.

“i promise, no one levi-“ a slap echoed.

i startled. my hand went to my face as levi continued his motions.

“that’s not my name,” he corrected.

“daddy,” i whispered out and i could see the satisfaction glint in his eyes.

“good girl,” he slipped another finger inside me and i nearly began to convulse.

i felt another bite on my shoulder as levi situated himself further inside me.

the telltale signs of my climax came quickly. i began to beg and whine for levi’s hand, his tongue, his anything to make me finish. i gave myself to him with my words.

my back arched, which gave him the opportunity to drag his tongue across my exposed, hardened nipples. i gasped and tightened around his fingers, causing him to pull out.

i was furious. did he do this as a joke? was this funny to him?

he could sense my anger.

i glared at him, only until he wrapped his fingers in my hair and yanked my head down, disarming me and sinking me into the mattress.

my thighs were spread out by his other hand and without warning, he plunged himself into me.

the force levi began to exert on my body felt similar to riding the horse. except this didn’t stop at the waist. i felt every bit of his energy flow all the way to my fingers. i could feel his force in every fiber of my being as levi bit up and down my neck, assumably covering my neck in splotchy bruises that i’d have to don shamelessly later.

and it wasn’t long before i had succumbed to levi, again and again. it was the way levi felt inside of me that made my stamina melt away. it made me putty in levi ackerman’s hands.

“who fucks you like this, baby?” he coaxed before biting down on my ear.

“you do, daddy,” i conceded. creating coherent sentences wasn’t my best attribute when i was getting bedded by humanity’s strongest.

“that’s not how you acted earlier,” he corrected. his thrusts became angry. he was vicious.

“talking to me about how strong another man is. i should make you wait until you’re a speechless mess to come for me. you don’t deserve it,” he chided me. another slap resounded across my face.

i scratched down levi’s back, hard. i could feel his skin under my nails get red and angry but it felt so good to do. i needed to touch him.

“that’s right princess, mark me up,” levi bit down on my shoulder, licking the wound he made. “i was thinking of all the ways i could claim you, let every other man know you’re untouchable,”

i was too strung out on levi’s cock to fully understand the gravity of what he was saying.

“i’m going to fuck a baby into you,” he purred at me. “fuck you so hard you swell up, i’ll get you a little place to stay and i can come fuck you every day that i’m home,”

levi ackerman didn’t just insinuate i get pregnant, is he?

i didn’t even fucking care. as i approached my… third? fourth? orgasm, i couldn’t keep count anymore.

when i didn’t answer, he asked again. “how does that sound princess? i fuck you until you’re knocked up and then i parade you around,”

getting pregnant would mean i’d be discharged from any sort of combat role.

but to carry levi’s children? there’s no end i wouldn’t go to.

he grabbed my face, to focus my eyes on him. levi’s thrusts were getting faster and i could tell he was waiting on a genuine answer from me before determining where he would cum.

“princess, you need to tell daddy if he can fuck a baby into you,”

i didn’t realize i hesitated. it wasn’t even a question.

“yes, daddy,” i spoke, they were my first real words in a few minutes. tears forming in my eyes from the sheer stimulation from levi’s cock and his hands, “please- i-i-i put a baby in me daddy,”

that was exactly what lexi wanted to hear. not long after, his ruts became shakier. i could tell levi was done for.

i kissed him hard as i whined into his mouth, and he showered me with praise as his hand gently squeezed my throat.

i felt myself cum in a way that only came from a desperation, a need. levi finished at the same time and i could feel his member throb inside of me, hopefully giving me the baby he so wanted there.

i believed this is what the philosophers speak of about the afterlife. the feeling of finishing all over levi’s cock while he angry fucks a baby into me, this was the closest i’d ever get to a paradise.

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We have to end it! Rick! It’s not over!

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when you drive your chevy to the levee but the levee is dry and you see the good old boys drinking whiskey and rye

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It’s also national kissing day so I mean I either get kissed or killed but I’m fine with either

today’s friday the 13th and if i don’t get violently murdered then what’s the point

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don't risk it

if you don’t reblog in 500 seconds you will never be able to meet your fave band/artist

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My novel was published last March and I can honestly say this is absolutely correct

“Writing a book is so easy.”

Yes. Writing a book is the easiest thing in the whole world. In fact, let me show you just how easy it is!

Goal: change all this paper into a book.

Eh, not that hard. I mean, you just have to read, right?

Maybe scratch a few notes in the margins as reminders.

Yeah, writing and editing isn’t time consuming or painstaking at all.

In fact, I find it quite relaxing. Good meditation. No stress whatsoever!

I mean, it’s not like writing a book involves any train of thought or decision making, like when to cut scenes, because whatever you write is perfect and there to stay!

I mean, come on, it’s not like I’m going to rewrite the first chapter 51 TIMES to make sure it’s how I want it, right? That’d be crazy.

And no, it’s not like I spent over 3,000 HOURS READING AND REVISING 14 DRAFTS OF THE BOOK to make this book readable.

No sweat, no tears, no blood, and DEFINITELY no coffee stains.

Nope, writing is the easiest job in the world. I don’t see why anyone thinks otherwise. I mean, all we do is scribble words and take a few out, right?

We feel no satisfaction AT ALL when we receive a shipment of the final product for a book signing. *yawn* BOR–ING.

Nope, we don’t get excited at all. It’s just another day in the life.

And the sequels? Bitch, please. That’s child’s play.

You’re right. Writing a book is so easy. It’s not stressful, not exciting, and it’s definitely not worth the reward of holding something that USED TO BE EXCLUSIVELY IN YOUR HEAD AND NOW YOU GET TO SHARE IT WITH THE WHOLE WORLD.

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Make it stop

Music is just wiggling air

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When someone says libras are superficial and bitchy and I’m just not having it

my zodiac? im a dumbass. moon in dramatic bitch