#aot thirst

[kanekisfavoritegf]

Dry-humping Nerd!Eren.

He was a virgin at the time, and had never had any real sexual experience but still wanted to make you feel good. You offering a solution to his not-so-little problem would be. Sitting your pretty self on his lap. Your sundress rises as your spread your legs on each side of the boy.

Slowly you moved your clothed cunt back and forth as your boyfriend whimpered and whined out incoherent pleas for relief.

“Oh fuck.” Eren would moan into your neck as your hands found their way to his hair. Pulling and tugging at the locks as your arousal seeped drown your panties and onto Eren’s pants.

You felt yourself push harder and harder onto him, begging for more friction as Eren’s hands now held onto your hips roughly, trying to slow your movements. But it was futile; Eren had been rendered weak from arousal, and with a pornographic moan, came in his pants.

Rocking your hips slower now, you watched as your boyfriend's glasses fogged up, and drool dripped down his chin.

[ackercoded]

first kiss.

“it’s so chilly outside. nice.” you sighed, perched on the windowsill of levi’s office.

“tch, only you would say that. it’s fucking freezing.”

you pouted and closed the window. “how does no one else get hot? i don’t even wear pants when i go to sleep because i get so hot.”

levi scoffed. “you have too much energy, always bouncing on your feet. wouldn’t be surprised to learn if you slept naked.”

you pursed your lips as your gaze lingered on his tense figure still hunched over his report. “i have considered it, but i’d be scandalizing my roomies.”

“i’ve heard them complain multiple times how if you could walk naked in the hallways, you would.”

you giggled and shrugged, walking over to him. “i mean, that’s a little presumptuous.” you leaned in, draping your arms over his shoulders and resting your chin atop his head. “would you stop going over that? you’ve checked yours and mine literally all evening. we should turn them in before erwin chews our ass out.”

he tched under his breath again. “have to make sure i noted every little detail.”

with a dramatic sigh, you covered his eyes with your hands, blocking his vision. “wrap. it. up. we have to go for supper in a bit.”

seizing ahold of your wrists, levi tilted his head back against the chair. he removed your hands from his eyes and drew you towards him.

caught off guard, an involuntary yelp escaped your lips, your body jolting with surprise at the unexpected closeness to him.

his steel-gray eyes bore into yours, flickering with unnamed emotion.

“don’t test me.”

a strand of your hair came loose, falling onto levi’s face thanks to you being literally inclined above him.

“test you? captain, you have me at the flirtiest position one could only imagine being in.” you replied, wiggling your brows at him, even as your heart fluttered in your chest.

his unwavering eyes didn’t leave your face.

he loosened his grip on your wrist and brought his hand to your face. then slowly, he neatly tucked the strand of hair behind your ear.

you let out a small breath. your eyes flitted to his mouth without warning, only to find them slightly parted, and wet.

“levi..” you whispered.

you felt his hand reach behind your head, and slowly pull you down.

he stopped just when your lips were a breath apart from his.

his eyes shone with an emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on—but you had a feeling yours shone the same.

you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his soft, pillowy ones.

neither of you moved, locked in the position with your mouths molded against each other. then slowly, you began moving your lips, sucking in his plump bottom lip and licking at it. you swallowed levi’s soft gasp, as he opened up and your tongues found their way to each other.

his fingers tightened at the roots of your hair as he pulled you closer, eliciting a small noise from you.

keeping your mouths connected, you carefully maneuvered around him and gracefully sat on his lap. a shared sigh of relief escaped the both of you. his hands came up to cup your face as he slanted his mouth over yours, the obscene sounds of you sucking and kissing each other the only thing breaking the silence in his vacant office.

and as if on cue, a sharp double-knock sounded, followed by the creaking noise of a handle turning and..

“dinner ti—oh shit! oh shit!” hange’s voice bellowed before the loud slam of the door shutting close.

levi broke the kiss, his glossy lips parted as he panted. his cheeks were in a deep flush. you couldn’t help the small giggle that left your mouth at his embarrassed state.

a delicate thread of your mingled saliva hung between your mouths, and levi’s blush deepened when he noticed.

“we just scandalized hange.” he said softly, a small smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips.

you let out another laugh. “we did. and i..don’t feel too guilty about it,” you bit your own swollen lip, looking at him shyly.

his brows scrunched together as he let out a pained groan. “don’t look at me like that, we really have to go.”

you nodded your agreement as you looked away, your throat drying up from the indecent thoughts that threatened to flood your brain. you felt his hand falling from your face to your waist, squeezing your side.

“we should go, and turn those godforsaken reports in before dinner.” you said, making to get off of him. your cheeks heated as you realized how quickly you had resonated to just sitting on his lap to your convenience when you were kissing him.

your lips tingled. you could still taste him in your mouth.

shaking your head, you rid yourself of such thoughts. you were already halfway off his lap, when levi dragged you down with no warning, and you flopped back onto his thighs with a quiet gasp.

you looked at him questioningly.

his eyes were glassy, as they fell to your lips. “can we do that one more time before we go?”

[tteokdoroki]

eren is so utterly pussy whipped he cries when he cums a little bit—that’s how overwhelming your love is for him, how overwhelming his love is for you <333

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — love you slow + eren jaeger.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, missionary, unprotected sex, creampies, slight!dacryphilia, eren cries when he cums, fem!reader.

semmie i love him so much i need him so bad

like :( imagine all of eren’s weight on you, his hips lazily pulling back and pushing forward for him to thrust into you, grind his tip into the spot that makes you cling to him or tighten around him. both of you impossibly close and he feels like it’s not enough, wrapping an arm around the top of your head to keep you safe and underneath him.

he loves you so much, needs you so bad— his pelvis bumping your sticky clit and your ankles locked around his slender waist, eren can’t find it in himself to stop fucking you ‘cause all he wants is to make you cum or see stars or just fall apart beneath him :( you’re his baby, teary eyed with your nails digging into his flesh and your lips parted in a pretty ‘o’ shape and it drives eren insane seeing you like this.

seeing you fall apart like this just for him. like he does for you.

stop and he’s got these muffled moans, whimpery and broken— almost feather light cause even though he’s pounding you to high heavens, using the thickness of his cock to mould your gushing insides into the shape of him…eren just has this realisation that you only want him to have you and see you like this. eren would brush his thumb over your glossy bottom lip and just drool into your open mouth, kissing you before you can swallow, with teeth and tongue and all. it’s messy, uncoordinated but full of love.

“baby...‘mgonnacum,” eren slurs into the wetness of your mouth, the bed creaking under the momentum of the slow and sensual sex. his muscles flex and sweat droplets slide through the crevices of each one, overworking to make sure his cock hits each of those pleasure spots along your gummy walls to make you cry out. to drag you closer to your high. “g-gonna let me fill you up? h-huh? oh fuck, baby.” he can’t help but whine, stuttering for breath.

he damn near shudders when you run your fingers through his sweaty hair, drag him back to your lips and lick into his mouth. “inside e-eren! wan’ you inside,” the way you plead for his cum makes him hiccup, his hips barely pulling back from being smooshed up against your throbbing clit and his balls smacking harshly against the soft curve to your ass. you’re so precious, put on his earth just for eren and it breaks him. “please. i need you.”

eren loses his rhythm, clutching you tighter, chasing his high and fumbling with your swelling pleasure nub because he can never leave you behind— he needs you by his side at all times, even if it means giving you all of him, plunging his leaky cock deep within you as you milk him for all his worth. “whatever my baby wants…whatever my baby fuckin’ needs. god, ‘m gonna fill you up s’good,” like he’s running his mouth and his brain can’t keep up with the pace of his hips.

his mind is full of you and your angelic cries and the way you go from clawing at eren’s back to scratching at his scalp— desperate for everything he has to give you while your ravaged pussy pulses around him. he pushes his hot face into your neck, fighting back choked sobs and succumbing to your warmth and wetness, how good you make him feel.

“i-i love you, baby. s-so fucking bad. always.” eren moans deep into your mouth when he cums, painting your pussy white inside and out, smearing it against your clit. you can feel him tremble above you along with the wave of adoration that washes over you as you fall into your orgasm with him — clenching down on eren with every pump of seed he fucks and drags along your ribbed walls.

his green eyes are teary, glassy with affection as you kiss him tender and say. “i love you too.”

[ackermans-posts]

❣︎✩ — 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

feat: eren yeager x f. reader

warnings: sexual content, corruption, inexperienced reader, thigh riding, couch sex, pet names, size kink, penetration, dirty talk, slight mean eren, but overall sexy, minors dni

note: enjoy :)

a whole week of eren loving how cute and fragile you are, how horny and needy you can get without even realizing it — practically throwing yourself at him every chance you can get. he doesn’t stop you though, does he? no, because he secretly loves how you walk around the house in adorable pink lace panties and a cute little tank top. his gaze always travels towards the cute buds peeking out of your shirt, and fuck you for that because those nights always end up with him in his room, jerking his cock to the sheer thought of you.

but one thing he fucking hates is how riled up he gets when you dumbly ask to sit on his lap, wanting to be closer to him. it’s almost as if you don’t realize how you grind on his thigh, rubbing your clothed pussy against his leg almost every single time.

“are you in heat?” he says, gritting his teeth like he’s upset with you. your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you have to cover your face with your hands to hide from him. you don’t have the strength to face him when his handsome face contorts in angry features, it scares you.

“w-what do you mean?” you whisper, fighting the urge to continue with your shameful act as he tightens his hold on your hips.

“just what the fuck do you think you’re doing grinding on me like that?” he spits. a rush of shame fills your body that consumes you whole. why are you doing that? you hadn’t even noticed — too focused on that slight spark of pleasure you felt with each rock of your hips.

“m’ sorry ‘ren.. jus feel really weird right now.. i dunno what’s wrong with me,” you answer quietly, feeling tears burn at the back of your eyes. the ache between your legs stays persistent and you feel lost without the release your body craves.

eren feels a little bad now, being so harsh for no good reason. he should be taking care of you, make you feel so fucking good you won’t be able to stand up straight. “nothings wrong with you baby,” eren murmurs, lifting your chin so you can look up at him, “but that feeling must suck, hm?”

you nod as you feel your lips tremble, your core clenching at the petname erens given you. you stare at him and he smiles, the look making the ache feel all sticky and needy.

“must feel like you jus’ wanna rub that pretty pussy all over something, yea?” he taunts, leaning down to kiss your neck, gently licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. you whimper and nod vigorously, hoping he understands, hoping he’ll help you.

“when you fuck yourself on my thigh, does it help? does it feel so good that you jus’ wanna do it all over again?” eren teases, feeling your legs tightening over his. a murmur of ‘yesyesyesyes’ escapes your lips as he begins to bumps his leg up and down, the friction rubbing against your swollen clit thru your panties.

“please ren’, want it to feel all better” you whimper loud, holding onto his chest as you ride his thigh. his dick hardens, and even he becomes unwilling to deny his pleasure any longer. his thumbs find place on your nipples, squeezing gently as his other hand forces your hips to move faster.

“that’s it. take what you need princess” he grunts, and not even seconds later you’re moaning his name, mouth gaping and whining about how good it feels.

“somethings happening, ‘ren.” you cry, rubbing faster and faster until a sharp pleasure stops you, blinding your eyes and exploding your insides in a fit of ecstasy.

eren groans, eyeing the wet spot now formed on his pants before taking a look at your face. you already look so fucked out its adorable that you think it’s over so soon. “good girl, came so pretty for me,” he smiles, bringing your face in for a messy kiss.

“ren’… felt so good.” you whine, drooping your body over his. he unzips his jeans, pulling his waistband down to reveal his cock, all pretty and veiny hard. your eyes bug out of their sockets, and your pussy contracts around nothing at the sight. “bet it feels even worse now, yea? like you jus’ wanna sink your needy pussy down on my cock?”

“pleaseplease” you cry, and eren wastes no time, sliding your panties to the side and rubbing the tip of his dick thru your folds over and over again till he finally inches his cock all the way down to the hilt, your gummy walls already sucking him in so tight, he’s worried he’ll cum within seconds. you cry, begging and pleading for more time to adjust to his massive girth.

“gonna let me corrupt you, baby?”

[chosos-mascara]

drummer! levi, hot and sweaty at the back of the stage, nimble fingers wrapped around stick. those vascular arms and broad shoulders flex with every hit over cymbal and snare, stoic expression voicing nothing other than focus as he times each beat and rhythm to perfection.

even after his show, he still has the energy to crash hip to hip, thigh to thigh with rough thrusts. an arm supporting himself on the headboard while the other grips hip, edging himself closer. the sounds in your throat are hoarse, most of that night spent singing to the band's songs, yet you still mewl for him. so pretty, he thinks, to have a fangirl screaming his name as she comes for him.

[mikaswannabe]

yummy!

Your boyfriend adores the way you smell. Even after a long day, while he’s stinking in all of his man-scents, you’ll still have the scent of your — and what’s become his — favorite perfume.

Too bad for him that you don’t want him close to you when he’s stinky. So he makes sure that he showers before you, and then when you shower, it all refreshes.

You lay down in the bed, and it allows him to indulge in the aroma that followed you when you walked in the room. As soon as you lay down, his arms are all around you, and he sounds like a dog with the way he’s sniffing you.

“Baby, I wanna watch my show.”

“You can watch it. Just lay back, you don’t have to do a single thing.”

You maneuvered on the remote as he took your breast out of your flimsy tank top so easily. You didn’t even say anything about it, because you were so used to this. Used to how he says the same thing everytime.

“You smell so yummy, mama.”

“I don’t even know what you mean when you say that.”

He showed you what he meant, moving his head down and putting his mouth around your soft nipple.

“But I’m not complaining. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

And when you smelled this good, his hands would always roam around your body to caress your soft skin. His fingers were on your torso one second, and the next second you were trying to keep your moans quiet to pay attention to your show while he pumped his fingers in and out of that pretty clean cunt that your cream was starting to dirty up.

He used his mouth on you for his own pleasure. No matter how quiet you tried to be, you would hear his soft hums of satisfaction as he suckled on your breast, squeezing it in his hand.

So he thought, why not let the sounds of your moans mesh together? That show had to be put on pause. You were watching his head in between your legs instead, holding your soft tingling breasts in your hand and squeezing them as his tongue lapped over your clit again and again.

“Just like that baby.”

He opened his eyes as he heard you coo to him, looking you deep in your eyes as you got closer and closer. He started to pump two fingers in and out of you again, loving the sound of your whimpering. “Like that, huh gorgeous?”

“Mmhmm.” You replied, watching as he kissed your clit, then sniffing your warm pussy, and sniffing the crevice of your thigh next.

“So fucking yummy.” Another wet kiss was given to your sensitive bud, and that’s what made you squeal out a moan as you released your warm juices all down the crack of your ass.

And like a gentleman should, he cleaned the plate that his lady made for him and licked it right up, kissing the warm skin too. “Fucking delicious.”

any sexy munch. eren, jean, jotaro, connie, erwin, mista, narancia, deku, baku, gojo, kiri, reiner, yuji, megumi.

[bunnyyamor]

God watching armin recently got me feeling some way for my sexy boy like. I want him on his knees all blushing and shit when u smirk and pet his head and stroke his chin. Whispering “good boy” as he is literally drooling for u, panting like a dog. He’s obsessed w u. U would have ur bare pussy inches away from his face he could smell ur arousal. U literally have to tug his hair back holding his head back so he doesn’t ravage ur cunt. “Pls baby,” he would beg. U lick ur lips and literally place ur dripping need against his lips and the way this boy eats u!!!! The way his tongue dives between ur folds and sucks on ur clit. He literally is thirsty for ur pussy. Moaning and groaning against u that it vibrates ur sensitive pussy. Ahhhh I need this boy to do this to me pronto like armin is the best pussy eater.

[bakugosbratx]

Eren at the gym makes it known that he is looking at you, a total stranger. He loves seeing you look away only to look back and his gaze is still upon you. He makes it known he is fuckin’ you with his eyes as he continues to lift weights, and you can bet your ass he is approaching you before you leave so he can tap that ass tonight.

[myarlert]

virgin!eren who can’t help but hump your thigh bc it feels hot and he can’t contain himself and the nasty sounds he’s making :(

virgin!eren who would take one look at your tiddies and have his lips latched around them, moaning into your soft skin and sucking pretty marks all over them, then bringing his hands up to give them little squeezes and tiny pinches to your nipples :(

virgin!eren who has his first taste of a pussy, tongue lapping you up so confident that it takes you off guard, feeling him brushing against your aching clit and eagerly shoving his tongue inside you, flicking it wildly to gauge your new noises and reactions :(

how virgin!eren would whine, begging you to put his cock inside, ‘please baby! oh please let me slide it in.. i’ve been so good, i made you cum didn’t i? please..’ how he would whimper from the feeling of your hands alone, how they would tug his hair softly while you bring your lips to his ;(

and finally, virgin!eren who finally pushes inside you, feeling how tightly you’re gripping around his cock, squeezing the life out of him and how close he gets so fast? he would cum within mere seconds, he just can’t help it :( he would just let all the noises spill from his lips, no hesitation, no control and how his hips would stutter when he bucks into you uncontrollably? *sigh* many thoughts about virgin men <3

gonna tag @certifiedjaeger & @princess-jaeger here <3 hehe enjoy bby

[puffballthesheep]

LOVE ME BACK — PIECK FINGER.

vamptober — slight edging ; find masterlist here

synopsis. In the hidden depths of Attack on Junior High, a captivating character named Peick appears, emanating a captivating vampire-like presence. The reader finds solace with her comrades Zeke, Reiner, Porco, and Annie, longing for a sense of belonging. Filled with seething rage, Peick sets out on a mission to unleash her fury upon the one who rejected her love.

length. 5.2k words (I attempted to make ts short)

contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, vampire peick! high school au (reader is a senior student), age gaps (100+ difference), vampire, manipulative peick, blood, gore, dead bodies, hurtful words, heavy make out session, slight edging, slight smut, names (love, dear, sweet & ect.)

Notes. this took so mfkn long to write bc first I can’t make anything short, nor can I function w/o it being long, but anywho whoever requested this, wassup dude, I been doing good n I hope u are too, but now we finna get into it but If I were you I'd lock my doors before reading this 🤸🏾

Eighteen-year-old (name) had experienced a great loss at a young age when her mother passed away, yet she had been blessed with an incredible relationship with her father who had raised her alone since then. Growing up in the peaceful suburbs, the two of them had grown incredibly close over the years, having an almost psychic connection - they would always know what the other was thinking and even feel when the other was near.

One morning, (name) came downstairs to have breakfast with her dad, and with a smile she said cheerfully, "Good morning, dad! Thanks for breakfast this morning." As she started to eat, her dad asked her how she had slept. She took a sip of her orange juice before answering, her eyes twinkling with joy as she said, "Pretty good actually, no nightmares or anything," and she shrugged as she set down her cup, before taking another bite of her food. "That's good to hear," her dad said warmly, his face beaming with love.

The two of them chatted as (name) enjoyed her breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and sausage, the aroma of the food filling the air of the quaint kitchen. Suddenly, her dad said he had a meeting later and he'd be home late, so not to wait up for him. (Name) nodded and looked up at the clock on the stove, realizing it was almost time for her to leave for school. She stood from the table, put up the leftover food into the refrigerator, and grabbed her backpack. "Bye Dad, I love you," she exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth. Her father smiled and waved as he was putting away his dishes and getting ready for work. "Love you too, have a good day at school," he said with a kind smile, his eyes twinkling with emotion and pride.

As the final bell reverberated through the halls of Attack on Titan Junior High, signaling the end of yet another mundane day, (name) found herself enveloped by her group of friends during passing period. "Well, well, if it isn't (name). It's been ages since I've laid eyes on you," Reiner, with a beaming smile, pulled her into a tight embrace, his arm naturally draping over her shoulders. Looking up at him, (name) playfully squirmed out of his grip, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe because I get to class, unlike some of you," she retorted, her voice laced with a touch of sarcasm.

Not one to back down, Porco quickly stepped forward, his emotions getting the best of him. "But hey, at least some of us manage to make it to class and get our work done," Porco fired back, his words dripping with a ruthless edge. (Name) let out a soft sigh, fully aware of Porco's tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve. "Ah, Porco, always ready with a comeback," she replied, raising an eyebrow in a knowing manner. The mention of Porco's impending Saturday school attendance struck a chord, and (name) couldn't help but smirk as Reiner let out a hearty laugh, his firm grip on Porco preventing him from lunging at her in frustration, as he often did whenever she struck a nerve.

Leaning against the wall with a casual air, Zeke joined the conversation, his voice calm and composed. "You know, (name) has the best grades among all of us. I'm genuinely proud of you," he remarked, his admiration shining through. (Name) scoffed, readying herself to make her exit. "Eugh Zeke! Can't you stop sounding like someone's overprotective father? It's just plain creepy, especially when you already look like you're in your forties in the twelfth grade."

Just as (name) was about to leave, her path was unexpectedly halted by Bertolt, who gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Curiosity flickered in (name)'s eyes as she turned back to face him, her tone guarded. "Whatchu want?" she inquired, her voice tinged with caution. Bertolt handed her a stack of photographs, captured through his camera lens. Being the resident photographer, (name) possessed the unique skill of working in the darkroom, a talent unknown to her friends. "Could you possibly take these to the darkroom and meet me there after I find Annie?" Bertolt requested, his eyes filled with hope. Glancing at her phone to check the time, (name) nodded and then proceeded to walk away, leaving Bertolt to his search. "Sure thing. Enjoy your quest, but I can inform you that Annie hasn't graced us with her presence in days."

Reiner and Porco watched (name) depart, the latter still holding back a torrent of insults, assuming that she was too intimidated to confront them again. "She's always slipping away," Reiner murmured, a hint of sadness echoing in his voice. Porco, unable to contain his frustration, unleashed a string of profanities. Suddenly, the authoritative voice of Assistant Principal Levi cut through the air, causing the trio to turn their attention towards him. With a stern expression, Levi addressed Zeke directly. "Zeke, report to the principal's office immediately." Reiner and Porco exchanged glances, astounded by Zeke's audacity to smoke a cigarette in plain view of everyone. "What a delightful evening we're having, isn't it, Mr. Ackerman?" Zeke remarked, his words dripping with disdain. Zeke nonchalantly dropped the cigar and extinguished it with his foot, begrudgingly following Levi's lead. "Tch, shut it, you piece of shit," Levi retorted coldly, the tension between them palpable.

Unbeknownst to her, as she weaved through the bustling school hallways, a cacophony of noise enveloped her senses. The crowded corridors echoed with the hurried footsteps and animated conversations of students. Amidst the chaos, an eerie atmosphere hung in the air, gripping her with an unsettling feeling of being watched.

Glancing around, she found everyone engrossed in their own affairs, oblivious to the hidden observer. However, her gaze inexplicably landed upon Pieck, a former member of her friend group who had become a subject of her disdain. Pieck stood alone, seemingly detached from the bustling crowd, and she knew better than to trifle with her.

Pieck's appearance had changed subtly over time. Her once-tanned complexion and deep brown, sometimes gray eyes had transformed, giving way to a hint of red. It was a drastic alteration that intrigued her, though she concealed her fascination beneath a veil of hostility, conforming to the unkind treatment perpetuated by her friends.

As she passed by Pieck, their eyes met, and the chilling effect of Pieck's gaze sent shivers down her spine. Pieck always seemed to gravitate toward the shadowy corners, exuding an aura reminiscent of a vampire's allure. Yet, she dismissed such notions, knowing better than to believe in mythical tales.

Despite the bullying that she subjected Pieck to, she met her actions with an unwavering sweet smile, leaving her perplexed and questioning her own motives.

Determined to avoid further interaction, she rolled her eyes in defiance and briskly turned the corner, attributing her unease to the unsettling encounters of the day. With a sigh of relief, she pushed open the heavy door to the darkroom, immersing herself in its mysterious embrace.

As the door closed behind her with a resounding thud, the room enveloped her in darkness. Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit space, revealing an enchanting sight. Pulsating red lights bathed the room, casting an ethereal glow that danced upon every surface. A chill, inexplicable yet tantalizing, crept down her spine, captivating her senses in an instant.

In the dimly lit dark room, she set the photos down on the table, soon feeling chills run down her spine. As she turned around, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest, and she let out a loud scream. There stood Pieck, a girl she just saw in the hallway, yet her vampire-like appearance commanded attention. Pieck's hinted red eyes, dark brown and almost black under the blood-red lights, seemed to possess an irresistible power, drawing her in.

Suddenly, she was snapped out of the trance by Pieck's voice. "Good afternoon, (name)..." Her soft, delicate, tired voice sent a wave of excitement through her. She couldn't help but admire Pieck's beautiful, disheveled hair, lazy eyes that complemented her Greek nose, and full lips that begged to be kissed. Despite the pressure to dislike Pieck, driven by the disapproval of friends, she secretly felt an unexplainable attraction towards her.

Pieck's gaze seemed to search for something deep within her, as if she hadn't entered the dark room without making a sound. She finally gathered the courage to speak. "Pieck... how did you get in here so quietly?" She began to walk past Pieck, her backpack hanging from her right shoulder.

Pieck watched her intently, carefully observing every movement. Her cold, icy hands sent a shiver down her spine, further fueling her 'dislike' towards her. "Uh, can I help you?" She prepared to break free from Pieck's grip, but suddenly found herself pushed against the wall, with Pieck's finger pointing directly at her, holding her wrists above her head.

As she stared into Pieck's eyes, the room's atmosphere turned chillingly cold and the light of the red lights reflecting off Pieck's eyes. Trembling under her touch, she was astonished by this sudden change in Pieck's demeanor, as she was usually gentle and polite. It infuriated her to admit her feelings for Pieck, especially after speaking negatively about her. Unbeknownst to her, Pieck was more than just a human; she possessed an uncanny ability to read people.

Despite her attempts to break free, Pieck's grip remained unyielding. Pieck's small frame overpowering her seemed inexplicable, reinforcing the perception that she was peculiar. "Let me go!" Even with a tight grip, Pieck's movements were slow and delicate, while her eyes seemed to hypnotize her.

Pieck spoke softly once again, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. "How can I, when you know just how much I love you, (name). Why do you ignore me?" Her free hand traveled from her shirt to her hair, twirling a lock around her finger. Pieck listened to her heartbeat, every move she made on her accompanied by the red dim light that accentuated her every motion, revealing a glimpse of her razor-sharp fangs.

Pieck's words quickened her heartbeat, as they shared the same feelings but couldn't express them. "Pieck, why are you doing this...?" She asked, struggling to free her hands from Pieck's grip. "Listen to me, (name). Tell me how you truly feel... no more lies."

Pieck knew there was something about her that she held dear, but she refused to grant her desires. After numerous attempts to escape, she kneed Pieck in the stomach and forcefully pushed her away. The impact was hard enough to cause Pieck to spit up blood, and she slowly lifted herself up with the support of the file cabinet next to her.

Turning back, she picked up her backpack and uttered hurtful words, "Wanna know how I really feel about you? Nothing but a disgusting disgrace. Loving me? Oh please, move on because who would ever love you?" Pieck's heart sank upon hearing her cruel words, reaching out her hand, ready to say something. "Don't leave me alone, (name)..." Her voice filled with sorrow, as she had nobody left in her life, with her mother gone and her father gone as well.

She opened the door to the dark room, preparing to step into the brightly lit hallway, making Pieck flinch. But before leaving, she turned back, saying, "You know... no wonder why people despise you. I'm certain you were the catalyst behind your father's tragic demise... you're nothing more than a repugnant disgrace and an insufferable burden. It's no surprise you find yourself utterly alone." She closed the door behind, leaving Pieck in there alone.

Pieck took her hand out of reach and wiped the blood from her mouth, knowing (name) had made a big mistake. This was the last chance Pieck gave her.

Just like that, she left Pieck in the dark, red room, unaware of how far Pieck would go to hear the words she desired. As she turned to her left, she saw Bertolt standing before her, wearing a puzzled expression. "What happened?"

At the eerie hour of 6:30 in the evening, (name) returned home from school, a lingering sense of unease enveloping her. The house, usually filled with the comforting presence of her father, was now shrouded in an unsettling silence.

With a heavy heart and a hint of trepidation, (name) settled herself at the kitchen table, desperately attempting to immerse herself in her homework. But then, out of nowhere, a searing pain pierced her delicate neck, causing her to wince in agony. The pain subsided momentarily, leaving her bewildered and unnerved. Determined to dismiss this inexplicable occurrence, she carried on with her work.

However, the pain returned with a vengeance, intensifying with each passing moment. "Ow! The fuck is this pain coming from?" she cried out, seeking solace in the freezer's icy grasp. Placing an ice pack on her throbbing neck, the pain gradually dissipated. Puzzled yet resolute, she pondered the enigma that had befallen her.

As the clock mercilessly ticked towards 8 o'clock, her father's absence weighed heavily on her mind. Homework completed, she ventured into the living room, hoping to wait a little longer for her father's return.

Engulfed by the flickering light of the television, hunger began to gnaw at her insides. With a resigned sigh, she reached for her phone, intending to order pizza from a nearby establishment.

"Hello, I would like to place an order," she spoke into the phone, her voice trembling ever so slightly. After conveying her desires, she set the phone aside, letting the monotony of the television lull her into a state of drowsiness. Unbeknownst to her, sleep gradually entwined its insidious tendrils around her weary frame, veiling her consciousness in a nocturnal embrace.

Suddenly, she was transported back to memories of her childhood, back in the house where her late mother once resided. Sitting at the kitchen table, she cast her gaze towards the stove, where an ethereal figure stood with its back turned, preparing a morning feast. Approaching the table, the figure placed a plate of eggs before her, whispering a chilling warning into her ear: "Don't open the door."

Abruptly, her surroundings shifted once more, this time to the side of a bustling highway. Amidst the cacophony of vehicles, a distant figure beckoned, its voice rendered incoherent by the clamor. Straining her senses, (name) discerned her father's voice, urgently imploring her: "Don't open the door!"

Startled, she jolted awake, her mind racing to comprehend her surroundings. The couch, her only companion in the dimly lit room, offered no solace. "what a weird dream. It felt so real," she mused aloud, its vividness leaving an indelible mark upon her psyche. Yet, her respite was short-lived, as the doorbell abruptly shattered the silence.

*Ding dong.*

Her body, guided by a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, propelled her towards the door. However, as she passed the window, she recoiled in terror. Darkness had descended upon the world outside, a foreboding sign that time had slipped away unnoticed. Doubt plaguing her thoughts, she retrieved her phone, only to discover that the clock now displayed the witching hour: 3 AM. Her heart pounding, she turned back to face the enigmatic intruder lurking beyond the threshold.

"Dad! Are you home?" she called out, her voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and fear. But the doorbell persisted, its relentless chimes growing more frenzied with each passing second.

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*

It struck her then - something was dreadfully amiss. A chill crept up her spine as the memory of her dream resurfaced, her father's caution echoing in her mind.

"Don't open the door!"

With trembling hands, she refrained from unlocking the door, instead choosing to seek confirmation from her father through the peephole. There he stood, unflinching, his eyes fixated on her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. This inexplicable stillness, coupled with the incessant ringing of the doorbell, struck terror into her very core.

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*

"Dad! Is someone with you? answer me! I refuse to open the door until you respond!" she pleaded, her voice teetering on the edge of hysteria.

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*

Overwhelmed by panic, (name) collapsed, as she pressed herself against the door, desperately avoiding any action that would invite further dread. She couldn't explain it, but an overwhelming sense of terror gripped her, eventually lulling her into an exhausted slumber beside the door, the relentless toll of the doorbell serving as a haunting lullaby.

As the morning sun bathed the world in its gentle glow, (name) stirred from her restless sleep. Recollections of the previous night flooded her mind, urging her to action. She cautiously rose to her feet, distancing herself from the door that had become a harbinger of nightmares. Glancing out the window, the sight of daylight offered a modicum of solace.

Summoning her waning courage, she approached the door once more, swallowing the fear that threatened to consume her. Peering through the peephole, she met her father's gaze once again. she opened the door and only this time something was horribly wrong. Her father's severed head, grotesquely suspended from a hook, greeted her horrified gaze. The weight of despair settled in her stomach, threatening to engulf her entirely. Clutching her abdomen, she stared at the blood dripping onto the doorstep, uttering a feeble question into the abyss.

"W-who could have done this?"

Her eyes fell upon a note lying on the ground, soaked in crimson. Trembling, she picked it up and read its chilling message:

"Now, who's all alone now?"

The note slipped from her trembling grasp, and in that moment, the door slammed shut with an otherworldly force. Just as she turned to face the darkness that encroached upon her, (name) was violently yanked backward, her screams drowned by the suffocating embrace of the abyss.

(name) awoke to find herself trapped in an unknown and eerie place. The stench of blood assaulted her senses, causing her to gag as she cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The walls were cold and made of rough stone, barely allowing any light to penetrate the darkness. Above her, a single flickering light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting sinister shadows that danced along the walls.

Suddenly, a chilling sight caught her eye. A table stood in the corner, and blood dripped steadily from its surface, pooling on the floor below. As her eyes adjusted further, the true horror came into focus. A headless body lay upon the table, its life force gruesomely drained by some unseen force. (name)'s heart sank as she recognized the victim - her own father - his lifeless form bearing cruel bite marks.

Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze shifted to another figure, their body still bleeding profusely, crimson liquid flowing perilously close to where she was bound. With growing dread, she followed the trail of blood, her eyes widening in terror as the truth unraveled before her. The wounded person, dressed in a gray hoodie and jeans, was none other than Annie, her friend. Weak and trembling, Annie turned towards (name) with pleading eyes, her blonde hair matted with blood.

"(name)...help...me..." Annie's plea was cut short as death claimed her, right before (name)'s horrified gaze. A gut-wrenching scream tore from (name)'s lips, echoing through the blood-soaked chamber.

The single light bulb overhead flickered ominously, casting erratic shadows that danced upon the walls, heightening the sense of impending doom. (name) desperately struggled against her restraints, feeling the cold, rusty chains digging into her flesh. She strained to stand, but the unforgiving grip of the chains held her captive, an agonizing reminder of her helplessness.

As she cast her gaze towards the middle of the stone door, footsteps grew louder, each one a chilling symphony of dread. The light bulb's flickering intensified with each approaching step, accentuating the darkness that enveloped her soul. The door creaked open slowly, revealing the figure responsible for her torment.

A shiver ran down (name)'s spine as Pieck entered the room, her disarming smile mirroring the gentle facade she had worn the day before. Clutched in her arms was (name)'s father's severed head, blood still dripping from her mouth. The sickening truth became undeniable – Pieck was a manipulative and sinister vampire, masquerading as a sweet and innocent creature.

"Peick!! You did this, didn't you? Why would you..." (name) choked on her words, her voice trembling with fear and disbelief. Pieck's crimson gaze bore into (name), her expression devoid of remorse as she callously dropped the decapitated head to the cold, blood-stained floor, splattering the crimson liquid onto (name)'s tear-streaked face.

(name)'s heart pounded in a terrifying mix of fear and sorrow, overwhelmed by the loss of her father and the horrifying uncertainty of her own fate. Pieck moved closer, her graceful steps belying the monstrous creature she truly was. She knelt before (name), placing a hand on her trembling thigh, while her other hand wiped away the tears that stained (name)'s cheeks.

"(name)...don't cry. You brought this upon yourself," Pieck whispered, her voice both soothing and haunting. She tilted her head, her bloodstained lips curling into a sinister smile, revealing her sharp, elongated fangs. (name) recoiled at the sight, transfixed by the blood that stained Pieck's teeth, her long tongue leisurely licking away the crimson droplets.

Terror consumed (name) as she finally found her voice, tremblingly uttering, "You aren't human, are you?" The realization of the monstrous truth sank in, sending shivers down her spine.

Without breaking eye contact, Pieck continued to explore (name)'s body, her touch moving from the thigh, to the side of her stomach, and finally to her breast. Her thumb caressed the delicate flesh, while her other fingers sought the pounding heartbeat beneath (name)'s chest.

"I'm surprised you didn't realize it sooner, (name)," Pieck whispered, a sadistic pleasure lacing her words. As (name)'s heartbeat raced with increasing panic, she struggled to breathe, her gasps for air growing more desperate. Drawing nearer, Pieck's voice slithered into (name)'s ear, sending a bone-chilling shiver down her spine. The words dripped from her lips like venom, a sinister promise hanging in the air.

"Breathe, my dear. I won't harm you... yet."

Pieck's presence alone was enough to unleash a torrent of fear within (name). As she leaned back, a sickening curiosity mingled with her terror, unable to resist the allure of Pieck's touch, even in the face of impending doom. But reality crashed down upon her when she looked down at the ground, her eyes fixating on her father's severed head. In a desperate attempt to shield herself from the grotesque scene, she clamped her eyes shut, refusing to witness the horrors before her.

Suddenly, an unnatural weight settled upon her lap. Her gaze shifted downward, revealing Pieck perched upon her, her icy hands caressing (name)'s cheeks. She compelled (name) to meet her gaze once again, their lips tantalizingly close. However, Pieck abruptly withdrew, her movements betraying a calculated cunning. With a slight tilt of her head, she fixated her piercing gaze upon (name) and silence descended like a suffocating fog.

"Why did you say those hurtful things to me, (name)..."

(name) froze, the memories of the cruel words she had hurled at Pieck resurfacing. In that dire moment, she struggled to conjure any justification, realizing that her desperate attempts to fit in had only birthed destruction. "I... I didn't mean it," (name) stammered, devoid of any coherent explanation. "All I wanted was to hear you say that you love me..."

Peick's soft plea echoed through (name)'s ears, weaving a spell that threatened to ensnare her mind. Her eyes, hypnotic in their intensity, seemed to coax (name) into surrendering to her will. Doubt crept into (name)'s thoughts as she began to forget the atrocities committed against her father and Annie. Deep down, she started to believe that she was to blame for their suffering. "No... it's all my fault... I caused my father's death..." (name) whispered to herself, her gaze falling into her lap.

Tears welled in her eyes as (name) succumbed to the hypnotic allure of Pieck's gaze and voice. "I love you too, Pieck... I couldn't tell you because..."

A wicked grin twisted across Pieck's face, her eyes narrowing with a malevolent glint. She relished in her manipulative power, reveling in the opportunity to make (name) forget her sins. "I always knew you loved me, (name), my sweet. The words I've longed to hear... It didn't have to come to this, but you drove me to it, my dear..."

Pieck's grip tightened on (name)'s bound hand, refusing to release her hold. Finally, (name) snapped out of the bewitching trance, realizing the depths of Pieck's depravity. "No, Pieck! What you've done cannot be undone! Yes, I loved you, but how could I ever love you now?! What you've done is unforgivable!" (name) cried out, her eyes drawn to the lifeless bodies of Annie and her father, a grim reminder of the carnage wrought by Pieck's insidious actions.

In the face of (name)'s defiance, Pieck fixated her gaze upon her, an insidious silence punctuating her ominous presence. With a sly sigh, she sharpened her nails, a wicked transformation taking hold. "(name)..."

Pieck exhaled, refusing to relinquish her grip on (name)'s conscience. "I never wished for it to come to this, but you continuously rejected my attempts to connect with you... I tried to do it the right way, but you denied me at every turn... I only wanted to know why..."

(name) cast her gaze downward once more, her heart heavy with guilt. She recognized her own fault in pushing Pieck away, knowing all too well the countless times Pieck had tried to bridge the divide. Compassion stirred within (name) as she contemplated what it must be like to stand in Pieck's shoes. "I know... and I'm sorry! I shouldn't have pushed you away or uttered a word about your father... But why did Annie have to suffer too?"

Pieck's smile contorted into an eerie gentleness as she gazed upon her lifeless victim, Annie. "Poor, poor Annie," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "She'll be back soon, my heart...but for now, just focus on me." The words of protest began to form on (name)'s lips, but a sinister calm washed over her, drowning out any resistance. Pieck was up to her dark deeds once again.

As (name) shifted uncomfortably, a chilling sensation spread across her body. It was then that she realized she was lying in a pool of her own blood, her life essence draining away. Panic gripped her as she struggled to comprehend the horrifying reality unfolding before her. "When did..." (name) managed to stammer, but Pieck interrupted with a gleeful grin, relishing in the terror she had instilled.

Unbeknownst to (name), Pieck had viciously slit her back while she was caught in a fit of righteous anger, berating Pieck for her unforgivable actions. The cunning vampire ensured that (name) remained fixated on her, her mesmerizing voice and piercing eyes numbing any sensation of pain. It was all part of Pieck's twisted plan to manipulate (name) into becoming her companion for eternity.

Pieck forcefully turned (name)'s face towards her own, their eyes locked in a macabre dance. "Everything's fine, (name)," Pieck hissed, her voice laced with a sickening sweetness. "(Name), I still want to be with you. I'll protect you. I just want you to be with me forever..." Dizziness overwhelmed (name), her mind clouded and her willpower crumbling. A faint smile crept across her face as she succumbed to Pieck's wicked charm. "I'm sorry for everything I've done...I love you too, but I was wrong..." (name) whispered, their voice barely a breath. Pieck hushed (name) with a tender gesture, then pressed her lips against (name)'s, a kiss filled with twisted passion.

Pieck's hands slithered from (name)'s cheeks down to her shoulders, intensifying the heated kiss. Her tongue hungrily sought entry, licking at (name)'s bottom lip, leaving a taste of the blood she had recently fed on. Their tongues clashed in a battle for dominance, fueling Pieck's insatiable bloodlust. Her nails dug deep into (name)'s shoulder, drawing fresh blood that sent shivers down Pieck's spine, igniting a primal desire within her. The once gentle vampire grew more aggressive, her hunger escalating.

Within the depths of their twisted embrace, (name)'s faint moans echoed, a symphony of pleasure and pain. (name) weakly placed their hands on Pieck's sides, attempting to push her away. Pieck's concern was thinly veiled as she gazed down at (name), a hunger in her eyes that matched the thirst coursing through her veins. "Pieck...I feel so weak," (name) managed to utter, struggling to catch their breath. "You're doing so well, my sweet," Pieck murmured, her voice laced with sadistic satisfaction. "Just hold on..."

With a renewed hunger burning within her, Pieck reclaimed (name)'s lips, savoring every moment of their macabre union. The overwhelming scent of (name)'s blood intoxicated her, driving her to taste every inch of their being. Kissing down (name)'s jawline, she gradually made her way to the vulnerable expanse of (name)'s neck.

(name) willingly offered up their neck, granting Pieck unrestricted access. Even as their life force slipped away, (name) squirmed beneath Pieck, feeling a perverse wetness between their legs. Pieck seized upon this opportunity, grinding against (name) with a primal hunger, their moans intensifying as the friction between their thighs ignited a twisted pleasure. While Pieck marked (name)'s neck with countless hickeys, her hand returned to caress (name)'s cheek, her thumb pressing gently against their skin. As Pieck's fangs grazed (name)'s neck, a surge of pain mingled with a familiar sensation, reminiscent of the mundane discomfort of doing homework at a table.

Deep down, (name) knew this was wrong, but they were ensnared in Pieck's web of manipulation, unable to break free. As Pieck sank her razor-sharp fangs into (name)'s neck, the pain was numbed, replaced by a tingling sensation that mirrored the bite of a pen on paper. (name) turned their head slightly, groaning weakly as their strength waned, their eyes fixated on Annie's lifeless body. "We have... to save Annie..." they whispered, their voice fading.

Pieck withdrew, her fangs dripping with the crimson elixir of her beloved's life force. Her wild, disheveled curls framed her bloodstained face as she wiped her lips, gazing down at (name), teetering on the precipice of death. A wicked grin spread across her visage as she kissed (name)'s forehead. "Very soon, my love," she whispered, her voice echoing with sinister delight. "Soon, you will be just like me... and we can live together forever."

(name) mustered the last remnants of their fading energy to gaze at Pieck, a feeble smile gracing her lips. Unbeknownst to (name), a new set of fangs had sprouted in her mouth during this unholy transformation. Pieck watched with rapt attention as (name) underwent their metamorphosis, relishing in the macabre beauty of her creation.

y’all the theme of this ‘lil’ one shot is basically to be yourself, don't try and play who you're not to fit in with the crowd cs y’all saw what happened to ol reader girl, but anywho y’all prepare yo self for a hange x fem! reader x yelena vamp one shot cs das what’s comin next 😭

[kanekisfavoritegf]

Look at me.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI you will be blocked!🩷

Warnings: Smut, Sex, They are in loveeeee, sweet sex, pussy drunk Armin. Kinda dom reader (but not really), unprotected sex, established relationship.

I literally wrote this as soon as i saw this post. It’s so hot i can’t.

“Armin, baby, look at me.” You’d pleaded with your boyfriend. He’d had his face buried in your neck with each deep thrust. But you wanted to see his face contorted with pleasure. You wanted to see the sweat that coated his skin making him appear to be glowing.

“Oh fuck baby I can- I can’t.” He’d moan out. “You’re just so- Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

His thrusts were picking up. Each time he pulled out of you and pushed right back in, you could feel him hitting your cervix. And as you cried out in pleasure, you tugged on his golden locks.

Catching a glimpse of your face, you felt him cum. His whole body shook from pleasure, and he let out a string of long, loud, melodic moans.

“You didn’t look at me, Min.” You pouted before climbing on top of him.

“I knew I’d cum too fast if I did, baby.” Moaning softly as his cum dripped from your pussy onto his dick as you hovered over his cock. It was too much for him.But you didn't care. Not even when his hands gripped your waist so tight as you sat prettily on top of him.

Holding his chin, forcing him to keep his eyes on yours. You whispered into his ear before pulling away to get a good look at his face. “You better keep your eyes on me the whole time.”

He spoke out breathlessly. A little overstimulated from the last round. “You are heavenly.”

@luxesiren ehehehehehe

[ackercoded]

just you and levi being pervy at the beach, tsk tsk

cw: being touchy-touchy in public lol

nestled on the beach towel, you watched your friends in the distance. they splashed around in the water, huge smiles plastered on their faces. hange was trying to dunk erwin under the current, going down with him in the process as a huge wave hit. you giggled at that.

you weren’t a big fan of the sea. the mostly unexplored ocean scared you shitless, so you opted to stay back on the shore instead. clearly bothered by your decision, levi had thrown some colourful terms at you before leaving with the rest of them.

and so now you remained eyes closed and basking under the sun in your little refuge.

but not long after, you sensed a presence near you. cracking one eye open, you found levi looking down at you, eyes furrowed and mouth set in a deep pout. you also couldn't help but let your eyes run over him—his white shirt unbuttoned, exposing his wet skin, and his damp shorts clinging deliciously against his buldge. your eyes lingered on his abs for a while, droplets of water cascading down the slopes, before quickly returning to meet his gaze.

“hey you,” you gave him a lazy smile, shifting on your side and propping yourself up on your elbow.

his eyes gave away nothing as they swept over your figure. you tilted your head, letting him see his fill. you’d picked your favourite bikini set today, knowing even if you didn't exactly go for a swim, you could at least look sexy sitting here.

you definitely did not pick this one secretly hoping levi would appreciate it. definitely not.

he cleared his throat, sitting down beside you.

“why are you still here?” he shook his hair, spraying water all around him. you yelped, sending him a glare.

“just chilling, looking pretty. you done having your bit of fun for the day? social battery run out yet?” you asked as you sat up.

he shrugged, looking at the others in the distance. “just was wondering what you were still doing here alone.”

you reached out and pinched his cheek. “aww, were you worried about me? that’s new.” you threw him a smirk that you knew would get his blood boiling.

he only rolled his eyes, shoving you off. “you’re fucking annoying, you know that?”

“you didn’t think i was fucking annoying when you were checking me out just now.” you pouted.

he scoffed, even as pink tinted his cheeks. “i was only about to say you should put a shirt on and stop giving everyone a weird porno fantasy at the beach for free.”

you looked around, noticing there was almost little to no one around. “well, since it’s just us here, i’m giving you a free porno fantasy.”

he scoffed again, looking away.

you sent him a teasing smile, assuring him you were only joking. well, half-joking.

it had been a long while since this tension bloomed between you and levi, and he had done shit-all about it, not even letting you know where you both stood. so naturally, you took matters in your own hands.

you’d begun teasing him unabashedly, whether it be brushing up against him, playing with his hair, touching up his thigh, or even wearing a pretty bikini for him.

but all your efforts had gone down the drain, since he never seemed to be taking the hint.

you chewed on your lip as you thought about your next move.

“you know what, i wanna get in the water.” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed your bottle of sunscreen. levi looked at you in surprise, but you paid him no heed. squirting a generous amount on your palm, you worked it between your hands started rubbing it onto your arms and chest.

you made sure you were slightly facing him as you sat on your knees, spreading the cream on your skin slowly. your hands glided between your breasts and over your stomach, going lower and lower.

levi was watching you very carefully.

keenly aware of his gaze following your every move, you adjusted the string securing the fabric between your thighs, pulling it up so the cloth strained against the plumpness of your pussy.

levi’s arm shot out and grabbed you, stopping your motions.

“i know what you’re doing.” he muttered, giving you a hard look. his eyes were glazed, and you felt a surge of satisfaction knowing you were the reason.

you bit your lip, peering up at him through your lashes. “so, it’s working?”

he snatched the bottle from your hand, surprising you.

“wha—?”

“lie back down on your stomach.” he ordered.

he levelled you with a look, waiting. you bit your lip again and smirked before doing as he asked.

as you got comfortable on the towel, you could still feel levi’s piercing gaze on your back. wiggling your ass a little as you settled, you turned your head towards him only to find his eyes fixated on your behind with an intensity that made heat loom low in your belly.

a little flushed, you moved your hair to one side and nestled your head on your folded arms.

you watched him squirt the cream in his hands before lathering it between them.

a sigh escaped your lips when his palms came into contact with your skin, the lather’s coolness soothing against the heat of his palms. he slowly dragged his fingers down your spine, undoing the strings of your bikini top.

“levi, our friends are right there!” you hissed, lifting your head anxiously even as excitement thrummed in your veins.

he began massaging your back despite your protest. “i’m just helping you out, nothing to see here.”

your heart thundered in your chest as you watched your friends still in the water, paying zero attention to your little performance a few feet away.

levi’s touch was gentle but firm as he stroked across your shoulder blades, his fingers gliding smoothly across your soft skin.

“relax,” he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. the sound shot straight between your legs, making you clench them in anticipation.

he moved lower down your back, his touch skilled as his fingers moved deftly in even strokes. an involuntary moan escaped your lips as he worked a particularly tight spot. you slapped a hand on your mouth, cheeks flaming in embarrassment, but his hands never stopped even as he chuckled and wrung out another strained moan from you.

“levi..” you weakly protested, not really wanting him to stop.

but then, levi leaned down and whispered, “does this need some attention, too?” he gently squeezed your ass. you gasped, meeting his stare.

noticing how heated his gaze was, you took his hand, feeling bold. you lowered it between your legs over your clothed, throbbing cunt.

“this requires more attention, i think.”

he shut his eyes and groaned, feeling your wetness seep through the cloth as he pressed a finger there.

“you nasty fucking minx.” his gravelly voice made you clench again, but this time around his fingers. he rubbed tight circles on your wetness, eliciting a shameless whimper from you.

you raised your head a little, brushing your lips against his. “i wanna hear you calling me that when you’re fucking m—”

something hit your head, and you jumped back, slapping levi’s hand away. you heard levi curse under his breath.

“not here, please! spare us!” hange yelled. erwin beside her had his hand over his eyes, visibly cringing.

levi snorted and slapped your butt playfully before removing himself from you. he sent you a promising smirk. “later, then.”

you sent one right back. “i’ll be waiting.”

[tteokdoroki]

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — what he wants, when he wants + eren jaeger.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, oral sex (f!receiving) mentions of reader wearing a skirt, eren is a spoiled brat, fem!reader.

ok just quickly i need this out of my head!!! bc eren lies between your thighs since it’s just comforting to him and he’s a spoiled brat!!!

after classes he’ll come over to your dorm and make himself at home on your bed — let you pamper him as you offer him a snack and get him set up with the clothes he leaves over or his favourite blanket. there’s always at least fifteen minutes where eren is pouting like a kicked puppy, watching you flit around the room and turn on the aircon or the tv or your LED lights because he can only get comfortable once you’re laying down with him.

“you’re such a spoilt brat, ‘ren.” and yeah he is, but it doesn’t matter cause he’s your spoiled brat and he always ends up winning.

eren ends up settling his head l back on your tummy, he’ll pull your thighs over his shoulders too — turning his attention to whatever show you have on while you scratch at his scalp and take notes for your essays or homework.

he’s pampered, content because he knows that you know if you pull your hand from his hair he’ll start whining about how much you don’t love him.

so you keep twirling your fingers through your hair, squeezing your thighs around eren’s neck when he annoys you and sometimes leaning over him to press a chaste kiss to that big forehead of his.

sometimes just to spite you, eren will roll over and shove his face up your skirt or between your legs— trapping you underneath his hungry mouth. he’ll sink his teeth into your plush flesh, lap at your bite marks just to soothe you because he loves how you gasp and pretend like he doesn’t affect you in any sort of way.

“eren, big head, that hurts—” huffing you push at his head but your body betrays you, it gives you away as your thighs twitch apart to make room for him and your fingers slip into his dark locks to tug him closer to where you need him— eren’s tongue pressing against the slickness of your panties. “eren…”

“‘m sure it does baby, bet this hurts so…so bad.” once eren sets his sights on something, once he has an appetite to devour your cute moans and puffy little pussy there’s absolutely no stopping him. he always starts by nipping at your clit with a row of pearly whites, greyish-green eyes half lidded but looking up at you with desperation— in need of permission. and eren, he’s spoiled. you spoil him, he knows he’ll get what he wants— you always give it to him.

“fuck, i wanna taste you baby. can i? you gonna let me?” he asks like he’s begging but eren has you wrapped around his fingers (figuratively and literally)— spreading your swollen pussy lips apart with hazy eyes, drooling between your pudgy thighs. “‘course you are. ‘cause you love me, you love lookin’ after me. love spoilin’ me…”

and eren’s words get huskier, slower, sexier right down to the moment where his hungry and dirty mouth latches onto your fabric clad cunt— sucking your juices through them with a raunchy groan. the way you taste, the way you hiccup and whine breathlessly. it only drives him onward, eating you out between slick thighs like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have.

“eren jaeger,” you groan, thighs trembling either side of his head and messed up chocolate locks— your boyfriend’s cheeks glistening with your release and arousal. he looks up at you smitten, drunk on lust and your saccharine nectar as you brush l a stray lock away from eren’s sticky face. “you’re so fucking spoilt.”

[n-agiz]

HONEY DIPPEDㅤ boyfriend! armin arlert x fem! reader — smut [ 1.3k+ wc ] cws cock worship + oral (m) + begging + 'whore' is used once + (slight) degradation + cum eating + d/s dynamic ! MDNI

ㅤarmin adored watching you kneel before him, adore how eager you always were to please him.

armin felt giddiness was over him as he watched you kneel before him.

your lips were pulled into a gentle pout and your eyes were glimmering brightly, fingers pulling loosely at the crotch of his pants — restless and yet, still gentle enough, waiting for him with any bit of patience you still had left in you, mind feeling hazy and foggy due to your lust induced high, your whole complexion seemingly glossed over in cloudy arousal.

“please ‘min, please. i’ll be so good, promise” you mewled, continuing your relentless, repetitive speech, knees digging into the floor as you moved closer to the man before you, cheek going to rest against his thigh while you looked up at him, maintaining eye contact at all times, knowing he liked that. you felt your heart flutter once armin’s hand fell softly at the top of your head, whining needily and gripping the fabric of his pants harsher, ending up resolving to silent begs through your desire imprinted demeanor, hoping that would be enough to get him to give into your pleas.

“you look pretty begging” armin simply responded, not showing any interest in actually succumbing to your requests — but you saw his words as a hint that maybe if you kept going he will give you what you seeked, mind racing and heart fluttering as you sat up better. you placed your hands on either side of armin’s hips, kissing over the fabric of his clothes, trailing from the middle of his stomach down to his pelvis, pecks heavy and carried with a desperation only armin could bring out of you.

“‘min please, please, i just want a taste, i’ll make you feel so good, i’ll do anything you want i swear” the strings of restless words infused in imploration that came from you were supposed to be embarrassing, your eagerness to have your lips wrapped around your boyfriend’s cock so high you should probably be ashamed of it — but you weren’t, and being quite frank, you didn’t think there was any actual reason to be, your relentless need to please him being one of your best traits in armin’s eyes, after all.

“is that so?” he asked rhetorically, pressing your face closer to his crotch, groaning at the sensation, bulge growing bigger and heavier the longer you desperately asked for him, the sight of your blatant enthusiasm endearing, or better yet, arousing. “what do you even like so much about my dick? are you just some pretty whore who only thinks about cock, is that it?”

“no ‘min, no. i only like yours, only think about yours” you replied hurriedly, pawing at his abdomen as you whined, aware he was only saying that to embarrass you, knowing that you both got off on the humiliation — even if in very different ways. “only your cock can make me feel good, only yours” you reassured, gasping excitedly once you saw armin’s hands drift down to the waist of his pants, undoing their button and pulling the fabric of his clothing down just enough to let his erection spring free, heavy shaft going to rest against your face, tip just above your brow bone and full balls mere centimeters away from your mouth.

“oh yeah? show how grateful you are for it then” you didn’t need to be told anything else to know what armin wanted you to do. greedily, you wrapped one hand around the base of his member, tongue spilling out as you licked a fat strip up the underside of his shaft, humming satisfied when you reached the flushed tip and pulled it into your mouth, sucking on it eagerly, lapping up any droplet of pre-cum that had threatened to drip down before it had the opportunity to reach your tastebuds.

“you like how it tastes?” armin asked, hands resting on his hips and eyes focused on your movements, posture straight and not a hint that he may want to change positions in sight. his voice was, however, starting to tremble, breath growing heavier as you devoted all your attention to pleasing him, sucking, licking and kissing his tip, lapping up his slit and drinking any bit of pre-cum that spilled, taking everything that he gave you.

“i do” you hummed, eyes locking with his as you squeezed the base of his cock just enough to elicit a groan from your boyfriend. “it tastes so, so good ‘min. i love having it in my mouth, love how it tastes and how it feels against my tongue” your voice was calm, steady, even if your rambling could be considered a bit too eager — not that you were thinking for too long before speaking in that moment anyways, simply letting out all the things your had thought about previously but never had the chance to express. “i love how warm it feels” you continued, lips sucking around his pink tip once more as you sucked on it attentively before you pulled back all together, moving his shaft so it stood perpendicular to your face. “love kissing and licking it” after the words finished leaving your mouth, you leaned closer to armin’s length, gaze still glued to his as you pressed tender kisses down his underside, going down before licking a stripe up one of the sides, kissing down that spot right after.

“oh yeah?” armin’s voice trembled harder and his breath faltered harsher the longer you kept stimulating him, each of your sentences sending waves of pleasure crashing down his body, each syllable making his heart flutter and his mind run in circles, indescribable arousal and even pride filling him the longer you spoke — the longer you worshiped him.

as a reply, you hummed, lips catching around his cock’s leaking tip before you moved downwards again, sucking on his balls instead, licking and kissing them just as feverishly as you had done with his shaft moments prior, loving the groans and moans you elicited form your boyfriend, watching through a — still increasingly — lust-coated gaze how he threw his head back, adam’s apple bobbing up as he swallowed hard, stuffing your face closer against his crotch, pushing you to keep going.

not many words were exchanged after that — not that many more seemed to be needed anyways. as you kept on sucking, swallowing as much of armin’s cock as your could, the tip of your nose eventually reaching his pelvis and pressing snuggly against it as you felt the corners of your lips start to sting, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from the effort you had been putting into pleasing the man before you for the last minutes, you found yourself absolutely lost in your own desire. you could only think about one thing — armin, about how good he felt inside you and about how bad you wanted to finally get a proper taste of him — and, although you couldn’t voice any of that in that moment, the message still got passed somehow, the silence falling over the room only being broken by armin’s dispersed groans and yet, still loud enough to continue passing on every little message you wanted to deliver.

“i’m close” he moaned, both hands placing themselves at the back of your head as he started to thrust his hips against your face, matching your movements — not more than a few sloppy slips of his dick into your mouth being necessary before armin was reaching his climax, warm cum spilling onto your tongue and fading down your throat, leaving behind a salty aftertaste that only got washed out once your boyfriend lowered himself to your level, knees buckling and legs trembling as he rested his forehead on yours for a few seconds, recollecting himself as the effects of his high still impacted him, eventually leaning over to kiss you tenderly, cupping your cheeks gently and holding you as gently as he could — that act the only one you needed to understand that even if he couldn’t push himself to say it out loud in that moment, armin still loved you more than he would ever be able to explain.

N-AGIZ '22ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

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Zeke presses your shoulders down to the bed, one hand splayed across the middle of your back, as he pounds into your sopping cunt. Slick runs down your thighs and drips onto the comforter, while your overwhelmed tears seep into the fabric closer to where your face meets the blanket.

He’s grunting. It sounds animalistic as his hips snap viciously against you, his hipbones pounding your ass with each snap. Vaguely, you feel an ache in your knees and hips from keeping your bottom half up and spread for so long- but before you can consider this further, Zeke’s cock presses against a bundle of nerves and makes your toes curl.

Your whines are more urgent now as your orgasm bubbles to the surface.

“Zeke! Zeke!” You sob into the sheets, arching your back as the squelching between your legs grows louder, and you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so damn good.

Usually, Zeke would mock your cries harshly, the humiliation of it all making you wetter- but he doesn’t. In fact, he can’t. His cheeks are red, eyes are blown and black and unfocused, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He can’t make words, only breathless groans.

“C’mon, C’mon…”

The heat in your gut loosens, setting your body ablaze with electricity as your orgasm bubbles over and leaves you cumming on Zeke’s cock.

Your cunt’s spasms seem to awaken something in Zeke, and he quickly pushes you onto your side, holding your thighs apart as he dumps his orgasm into your hot, wet cunt.

Through bleary eyes, you see him, head bowed, huffing out labored breaths into your shared space. His lips meet yours with a surprising and unexpected amount of urgency and pressure, almost like he’s trying to kiss your teeth down your throat. After a moment of this, he pulls away, jerking his hips lazily into you once more, sighing in satisfaction as he does.

“Good?” He asks, voice hoarse and deep. It makes you shiver, and you nod, sliding your hand around to his nape and pulling him in for another kiss, one that’s slower and sweeter.

It’s a rare moment when you pull away, Zeke has a soft, loving smile on his lips and is looking at you like you hung the moon. You’ve seen this look before, but it never fails to make you melt inside. You wish you could take a picture of it to savor forever.

It’s true. Zeke does love you, even when he fucks you like he doesn’t.

[ackermans-posts]

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐒

characters: levi, eren, jean & reiner

warnings: blowjobs, exhibition, risky sexual activities, anal, cum eating, rope play, blindfolds , daddy kink

𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑵

levi loves watching you struggle to take his girth — in either hole tbh. he usually prefers having his cock deep inside your sweet cunt, stretching it out like you were made for him. but on days like these, tired and lazy ones — shooting his load down your throat suffices perfectly. he’s also pretty kinky w/ it…

…..

levi’s long fingers stroke your chin, his thumb gently grazing your lip. “close your eyes, my sweet whore,” he whispers, unbuckling his belt with his free hand, “or i’ll have to blindfold you. would you like that?”

your cunt flutters under his praise as you stare into his eyes. you’re already hooked around his leg, grinding your pussy on him like a bitch in heat. you nod desperately, hoping he’ll finally let you have a taste of his cock. you’ve been dreaming about it lately— having your tongue on him, being the one to pleasure him instead of the latter.

“of course you would, you’re a little slut huh?” levi taunts. you feel yourself getting wetter, the ache in your core almost impossible to ignore at this point. but despite his words he leans in to give you a sloppy kiss — his tongue sliding against yours in a fit of strength.

you moan into the kiss, wanting, needing more. “please levi, i wanna taste you,” you whimper, sucking at his lip. he releases a groan before pulling his dick out of his pants, the length slapping against his abdomen — precum leaks from the tip in need, and you’re more than happy to fulfil it.

“fuck, gimme a second,” levi grunts, grabbing a tie from one of his suit jackets, wrapping it around your eyes. a rush of nervousness and excitement flows through you at the anticipation of not being able to see his movements. you feel hands gripping your own before a rough substance replaces it. rope? wetness drips down your thighs at the foreign feeling of it tugging against your wrists, securing them tightly.

“l-levi?” you whisper, afraid to make any sudden movements. something rough gripping the back of your head interrupts you — and the next thing you know you’re being tugged down, levi’s cock trying to slip past your puffy lips.

“fuck, shut just up and take it”

𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑹

eren is a big fan of the sucking dick under a table action. esp when he’s playing video games with his friends — he gets to show off how perfect his sweet girl is, cum in your mouth and win a round of fighting zombies at the same time? what more could he want?

….

“fuck baby, i’m playin’ a game right now.. shit, just get under the table yea?” it doesn’t take much more than that for you to fumble on your knees and crawl between erens legs. the moment you unzip his pants, his cock springs out — all beautiful, thick, veiny and long.

“yeah, sorry. i’m here.. jus’ gimme a sec,” eren mumbles into his mic, continuing his game. in the background you discreetly hear his friends chatting and murmuring about things — but that’s not what you care about, making your boyfriend feel good is.

you give erens cock a few cat licks, the taste seeping onto your tongue as your stomach tightens, wanting more. he hisses gently, whispering a few encouraging phrases for you to keep going. things like, “cmon baby… take it all… i’ll fuck you real nice after”

embarrassment warms your cheeks at the fact his friends could hear but your core gushes at the praise, the dirty promise behind his words.

you eventually take him deeper, hallowing your cheeks until he bottoms out — hitting the back of your throat. you want to be perfect for him but you can’t help the constricting and gagging in your mouth due to his sheer size.

“fuck, keep going baby” he mutters, and you can hear laughing in the background. a whimper leaves your throat and you do your best to take him all again, free hand flying up to cup his balls while you suck him.

“you’re doin’ so good.. m’ gonna win this game then fuck you senseless okay?” you can’t speak through the fat cock that’s inside your mouth, but you’re sure eren knows you want everything he’s willing to give. your pussy rubs against his leg embarrassingly fast, and a loud whimper croaks out.

“shit, you cumming baby? what a dirty girl huh? couldn’t wait could you?” your tongue swirls around the base of his dick to the tip and you nod vigorously, grinding yourself harder and harder to seek release.

you hear movement, eren muting his mic and whispering a ‘be right back’ to his friends before he scoots his chair back a little, cock slipping out of your mouth to watch you. that simple movement has you cumming, sparks flying through your head as you soak his pants with your arousal.

“that feel good? yea? open your mouth baby… jus’ like that, don’t close em” eren grabs his cock, thumb rubbing over his slit before he jerks himself off — fast and hard, aiming right at your tongue. your body melts at the anticipation and — one , two , three pumps hes cumming all over your face, painting a lovely picture.

you whimper loud, keeping your mouth open for any drops that escaped, licking them off your chin and cheeks. eren leans closer, cleaning your face with his fingers before prying them into your mouth so you can clean the mess he made.

“daddy’s gonna make you feel good now, okay?”

𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵

jeans dick was honestly jus made for sucking. but he’s gonna make you work for it if you’ve been a little brat.

…

you’ve been rutting at him all night at his work dinner with colleagues, secretly whispering and whining about how you want him to take you, to shove your clothes off at the table and show him what a slut you really are. normally, he’d be down for that — he really would. but doin this all in front of VIP’s is out of line.

jean mumbles a pitiful excuse like ‘excuse me,’ and grabs your wrist, leading you into the bathrooms. you’re a little embarrassment now. being snapped out of the haze you were in made you realize the shit you could’ve fucked up for your boyfriend.

“m’ so sorry.. just really need you” he scoffs at your answer, dragging you into a secluded stall. he grits his teeth, shit — this is still fucking risky — but he can’t fucking deny how hard you’ve gotten him now, and there’s no way he’s walking back out there to his coworkers with a raging boner inside his pants.

he grabs your cheeks, pulling them into a pretty pout, “do you know how important this meeting is? huh, you slut?” why’s he be being so mean? all you want is a release, just one and you’ll be a good girl for the rest of the evening.

“on your knees,” jean instructs.

“but—,”

“you think you’re getting anythin” after all that? get me off and i might treat you real nice at home” tears brim your eyes but you nod anyway, unzipping his pants to pull his cock out. there’s never been a time where you weren’t impressed at the sight, has there? drool seeps from your lips as you hurry to take him in your mouth.

“if anyone walks in, what do you think they’ll do when they hear a hungry slut sucking dick in the bathroom? you better be nice and quiet, honey”

𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑼𝑵

like levi, reiner prefers having his cock inside your cunt or ass. but fuck, sometimes the thought of cumming to the sounds of you gagging after a good old fuck is perfect for him.

…

his cock slowly pulls out of your ass, cum leaking from your tight little hole -- the sounds of your whines and whimpers like music to his ears. you try to push your ass back against his dick, needy and never wanting this pleasure haze to end — you didnt know anal could feel so good until you tried, and now suddenly its all you ever wish to do with him.

"fuck, just look at you," the sight of your ass constricting at the loss of his cock almost makes him fully hard again; how could such a little thing like you be so perfect? your tits small and perky, ass beautiful and round — you honestly were sculpted for him.. even that mouth. fuck, those pretty lips.

you crawl towards him, ass high in the air as you lick your lips — cum still fucking dripping down from your thighs. you look so fucking sexy right now, he can't help but jerking his cock and tapping it against your pretty lips — once, twice before you finally open your mouth, tongue peeking out.

"shit, don't move," reiner grunts, sliding his cock up and down your tongue like its his own personal plaything. your cheeks redden at the act, thighs trembling from how bad you just want to take him all down your throat and have him cum deep inside.

not soon after, he finally thrusts his cock in your throat, fucking it hard and raw. you gag almost immediately, hands flying to grip his thighs — his loud groans spur you on as you come up for air, jerking the rest of what you can't take with your hand. he's so fucking thick, your little fingers couldn't even wrap around him completely.

he leans forward a little, finger gently caressing your lower back before prodding at your asshole, feeling the cum stuck inside. you gasp loud, the vibrations flowing through his cock makes him grunt, sliding his finger fully inside.

"reiner," you whine, tongue sliding from the base of his shaft to the tip.

"did you like it when i fucked you here?" he taunts, thrusting his cock deeper inside your mouth. you don't know how he expects you to speak when the only words flowing through your mouth are incoherent moans; tears fall down your face as you nod, feeling yourself dripping on his sheets.

minutes pass before he finally shoots his loud down your mouth, thick white ropes of cum burning your throat. he grabs your chin, mumbling a 'open wide' before spitting in your mouth. his cock taps your lips, "again"

@ all work is fiction and belongs to me.