#attack on titan x reader smut

[seraphdreams]

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE." | GHOSTFACE!ARMIN ARLERT.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 4.6k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. fem!reader, smut, modern au, mentions of murder / death / blood, fingering, armin’s a creep, symbolism, noncon/dubcon, insanity, manipulation, monomania, creampie, knives, stalking. mdni <3.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. armin’s worked hard to build up his perfect life, and he certainly wasn’t expecting for someone to rip that from under him. he’s obsessed — with a life that isn’t his.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! we are sooo back n in full swing for kinktober this year !! i’ll drop my masterlist here for all the prettie dolls to check out … please show this some love by reblogging / sharing, it’ll mean the absolute world 2 me !! kk, luv ya, bye ♡

Armin Arlert. Age 23. Graduated from Shiganshina University.

Armin Arlert, starting his new life under a freshly installed roof that rivaled his dorm of the past four years and provided him with much needed privacy. Armin Arlert, with a degree in humanitarian affairs accompanied with a promising future ahead, it’s the life he deserved after the turbulent destruction that was his tragic past. He could start over now in high hopes of making a name for himself in this unfamiliar city. Nothing could stop him, or the unperturbed spout of elation percolating within.

Aside from optimism, though, he remained undoubtedly sure that the life he had curated for himself was one that no other could outclass. He was smart — spent his days in libraries, in his study room, reading about anything that satiated his appetite for enlightenment, and be that as it may, he wasn’t looking for a lover. His solace brought him far better pleasure than any person could possibly imagine.

He’d work, research, and then work some more, day in and day out. And the day of your meeting was no different.

He had decided to utilize the time he carved out of his restless schedule for a much needed re-read of his favorite book. Moments like these were significant to Armin; the pungent aroma of freshly brewed tea in his mug, luminescence dim in the apartment, and a faint timbre of violins that spilled from his speaker.

Moments like these were when he couldn’t keep track of how many hours had passed him by as he flipped page by page into whatever universe his books had drawn him into.

Rested against the kitchen counter with his novel in one hand and retrieving a sip from his beverage in the other, his eyes scanned the piece of literature. Every once and awhile, he’d shift his weight from his left hip to the right, or opt to sit on the cozy loveseat in his study. All without withdrawing his attention from his book.

Glasses low on the bridge of his nose, he gently pushed them up — Then it came. The sonority of his doorbell, jostling him out of his serene thoughts and the inquisitiveness that flowed through his veins soon after, urged his body to tread to the front door in search of the cause.

As his footfall led him closer to the handle of the door, he could make out a silhouette, seemingly of a woman. All inquisitions of who could be at his doorstep were fulfilled once he opened it and you stood, with a bright smile on your face.

Armin’s angelic features hidden underneath a veil of golden blond tresses accentuated his soft, azure-hued eyes. His face was one of few that aided you in comfort just upon first glance, which chased away the unease of the possibility that he could’ve been ill-tempered.

“Hi, I’m Y/N! I moved in next door,” You pointed your thumb in the direction beside you as if to signal which side of the building you’d be occupying. “I just thought I'd introduce myself,”

He matched your syrupy sweet beam with one of his own, the corners of his eyes turning upward in tandem as if they were smiling too. He held the door open slightly wider to catch a better glimpse of you. From your attire, he could discern that you weren’t much of a modest girl, but it’d be wrong of him to idly make assumptions. Especially when his choice of dress during the lax hours of the day were a white button-up, cashmere cardigan thrown atop, with a pair of tan slacks.

“Y/N?” He repeated, in a manner to affirm that he had heard correctly. “I’m Armin. It’s nice to meet you,”

He would’ve held his hand out for yours had it not been engaged by his book. You weren’t trying to pry, yet the cover of the story was lucid in your mind once you took notice. “Berenice? The Edgar Allan Poe novel?”

His eyes trailed to where your manicured nail was pointed. The rosy flush of his cheeks deepened while he rubbed away the discomfiture stirring at the back of his neck. Once again, he had mindlessly brought his book with him wherever he strode.

“Y-Yeah, It’s my favorite. Have you read it?”

“A few times,” You hummed, meeting his sheepish gaze. “It’s so jarring, right?”

Armin skimmed over your face before allowing himself to speak. “But there’s beauty in the madness,” His words trolled over in a more weighty tone than he had intended, an apologetic smile on his face once he caught wind.

“Or at least that’s how i interpret it,”

His outward timidity roused an endearing chuckle from you. “I truly don’t mean to bother you, though. If you need anything I'm on your right!” You retort with a vague inclination of haste.

Truth be told, Armin’s interest in you piqued with the mention of the Poe story. “Oh, you’re not a bother-”

His vocables fell short against your own when you waved him goodbye, and he mirrored your actions with cordiality in his eyes.

Maybe she’s just busy.

—

Ever since Armin’s first encounter with you, he had found himself taking a rather atypical interest in the relations of you. The first bout of instances being regular events of curiosity where he’d watch as the moving company aided you in getting your belongings settled; hauling in furniture and appliances, all while Armin remained under the guise of checking his mailbox. Over a short span of time, though, he found himself increasingly knowledgeable in the subject that was you.

You showered at 8:00pm. You ate dinner at 7:00pm. The alarm settled on your desk, a few feet beyond your bed would go off at 6:00am sharp, and he’d be up at that same dawning hour to anticipate your departure to work.

He knew these things. Of course, he did.

He memorized all of your schedules to calculate what you’d be doing throughout the day, and where.

His own work was slow for him during those days, and books didn’t seem to capture that spark of exhilaration like you did. For once, he felt enthralled by each day granting him an opportunity to analyze you further.

On another day, he’d built up enough confidence to observe you as you came home from work, once more, under the false assumption that he’d been checking his mail.

“Good afternoon.”

Armin’s voice registered within your being quickly, startling you out of your fast-paced strut to your door. “Oh, good afternoon!” Your footfall faltered until you reached a close. “Armin, was it?”

Over Armin’s time of stalking- no, studying you, he’d come to realize just how ethereal you were. It was as if the deities above handmade every feature on your face, curve of your body, lilt in your voice with the intention of making you one of their own — an angel.

He found you charming.

With a nod of his head, he braced himself to inch toward you. Not proximal enough to cause you discomfort, he wouldn’t want that, yet enough to signal his unwavering immersion. “Did you just come from work?”

It was otiose of him to ask the question seeing as he undeniably knew the answer. Judging from your business attire and pencil skirt just a little too short for any other establishment’s dress standards, he had assumed you worked a kushy job at an office firm. You evidently earned a heap of money, with him recalling the numerous occasions you’d come home with luxury shopping bags hanging off your arms, tied in with the fact that the suites he inhabited weren't exactly affordable for the average person.

You responded hospitably to his question, that same lovely smile poured over your features and seeping into his personage. “Mhm, and what about you? Your work?”

He was surprised at your need to pull the conversation along further, it was as if you were succoring to curate his plans, as if you could read his mind and pick out from a haystack that you were his only interest, you were his source of bliss. A serendipitous moment, indeed. He straightened himself up, clearing his throat. “Me? Oh, well I just help out at charities and organizations from time to time,”

He’d be a fool to deny the set of wide eyes that were fixated upon his figure.

“For real? You must be a really good person then.” You responded with your hands clasped together and held against your chest, pupils of your eyes glittered in a sense of unshakable admiration.

As the conversation went on, you had begun to synonimize your neighbor with the fresh, and comforting feeling of congeniality. It helped that he was easy to converse with, seeming as he’d always been listening while keeping eye contact and rewiring his queries in a way that deemed you the main focus, and he, a vessel for your words to absorb within.

For Armin, he enjoyed getting to know you. You were perfect, in all the best ways.

And soon enough, through an exhausting series of prying inquiries, he’d piece together that your perfection wasn’t hulled along by determination or strong will, but by God’s good grace. He’d come to register that you didn’t have to struggle like he did to reach the triumphant point in life for which he stood. You were born that way, born with a silver spoon in your mouth and just the right kiss-ass people in your life to keep you that way. A spoiled fucking brat.

What had been the rationale behind his suffering? The years in which he’d been bullied repeatedly in public schools, had acquaintances that had only cared about him for their personal gain, and parents so utterly vapid that they’d give up their only child if it meant they could continue working towards an unattainable goal?

Fueled by a sense of jealousy, he waned your nepotism a hindrance. You were merely a telescope that he wanted so badly to see into.

For Armin was obsessed with a life that wasn’t his.

Meticulously, he had spent his time after that hidden away within his flat. Armin didn’t care to know anything more about you, he didn’t care to see your face, and he surely didn’t care for you.

When he stumbled across an unkempt, unpacked box in his room with the label of “Uni 2019,” written on the side in thick, inky letters, his concern led him to relive those memories upon removing the cardboard lid.

In it, there were polaroid photos, compact trophies he’d won from participating in school events, courtesy of his STEM minor, and a dark piece of fabric that caught his eye more than anything.

He recalled his first year of college where his two closest friends, Eren and Mikasa, dragged him out of their stuffy shared dorm and onto one of the first parties held by the school’s fraternity house during the fall semester.

“Armin, you look ridiculous,”

Mikasa said as she stomped away in her leather boots, leading the way for the two men accompanying her to follow her off-campus.

She was dressed in homage to Misa Amane from her favorite anime, although the style of dress aided no significance since it was hauntingly similar to her everyday wardrobe.

Eren was intended to show up as “Light” but he insisted on wearing something he deemed appealing, his plan was to get initiated by the end of the night, anyhow. He wore a deep black cloak, dark ripped jeans and had his hair tied aimlessly into his warped perception of a bun, with the mask of a ghost facing sideways on his head to allow for him to see.

Ghostface. Scream (1996).

Armin allowed himself to be pulled away by the Ackerman, his rebuttal falling on deaf ears. “You didn’t give me enough time, Mika. This is all I could come up with.” Armin’s poor excuse for a costume was tissue paper wrapped around his frame in stereotypical mummy fashion, a classic of all classics.

Though, that night had concluded like any other gathering involving college-aged students, the trio having woken up to hangovers and bad decisions.

Armin stared at the contents of the box a while longer before taking the cloak out and trying it on for size. Obviously, it was meant for a taller person, but regardless, the wheels in his head gradually spun.

He took it off after careful observation when the sensation of juvenility filled his veins. He wasn’t fond of the costume rousing the impression that he was an illegitimate killer — He knew more than he let on, and his passion for the grotesqueries scribed in his books further proved that.

Concurrently, you had been pondering the reason for Armin’s disappearance. After your last conversation with him, he’d stopped formulating ways to talk to you and seemed to never leave his suite, and your heart yearned for his presence once the feeling truly settled in.

You had been swayed by his charm.

His dulcet tone of voice, the intriguing quirks that seemed to hang off of him like leaves to a tree; You missed the way he cared for you, through mundane matters and the like.

Night had fallen, the warm, ochre hues of the day meshing in perfect balance with deep purple tones that signified time’s passing. You were settling into bed, just about ready to fall into slumber when you heard light tapping at your door.

Only for a second did the thought of who could possibly be up this late float through your mind.

Your soles kissed the floor when you made your way to the front door. And once you finally opened it, the sight of your worst fear was drawn to life — The deviant sight of the unknown, with what seemed to look like a kitchen knife in its right hand.

Quickly, without time to react, you attempted to slam the door shut with the force of your shoulder but the action proved futile when the aggressor’s strength pushed back against the wood, sending you stumbling backwards and vulnerable to any attack.

Heavy footsteps creeped eerily towards you out of something from a horror film. Your worst mistake was turning your back, scrambling for a way to retrieve your phone, or even a weapon.

“Help! He-”

The stranger was more agile than you had assumed, easily capturing you with one arm around your waist and its hand cupped against your mouth. You couldn’t shake the terror growing within you as hot tears seemed to spill down your cheeks and your heartbeat so intense, you were sure that it’d had been noticeable.

Your body soft in the assaulter’s touch, they embraced your body taut. The sensation was suffocating, your eyes squeezed shut to further distance yourself from the situation at hand, even if it was only a mental trick.

You resided in a relatively safe area, so why were you in this situation? What cruel joke were you the target of?

The grip on your body loosened ever so slightly, yet you were still fixed in place by the attacker’s opposite hand. While your body was immobilized, you felt the lingering of metal lightly drag against your abdomen to find itself settled just underneath the band of your lace pajamas.

Just moments prior, you had completed your elaborate nightly routine consisting of a glass of wine, face mask, and a warm bath. You also found it fitting to change into one of your newer pajama sets — Thin, baby pink, lace bralette with matching shorts that called for forgoing the need for panties.

All you wanted was to wake up from this nightmare.

“It’d be so beautiful if you died right here in my arms,” Your assailant spoke.

Through your ears, his voice was familiar. A tone so soft, you refused to believe the possibility of who it’s owner could be.

His hand over your mouth was hesitant to situate itself elsewhere in wariness of how you’d react. He was aware of the power behind a blood-curdling scream. The neighbors in this area were nosy. He would know.

He let out a sigh. “But you look really pretty tonight. I wouldn’t want to get blood on you,” His knife trailed further into your shorts, the edge cutting out a hole in the fabric at the seat of the garment.

“Did you do all this for me?”

You winced when the sonority of cloth ripping resonated through your ears. The blade felt dangerously close, running along your body as if to taunt you. That had to be the case; You were in the perfect position to be harmed, so why hadn’t your attacker done so? With your body stricken from fear, his job was easy. Was it not?

The hand over your mouth moved to caress your face and you gasped heavily for the air you were denied.

“W-What do you want?” Your voice echoed shakily throughout the room, barely audible enough for the two of you to hear. His knife inched upward to your sternum, and slowly dragged itself back down to your abdomen as he spoke.

“To see what your insides look like.”

For a split second, his hold on you seemed to diminish, granting you the perfect opportunity to run. Yet, your legs felt frail as if there were weights tied to your ankles. The assailant quickly repositioned himself in front of you, his head tilting slightly while he continued his up and down ministrations with the edge of the blade gingerly pressed against your flesh. Not forceful enough to draw blood.

“But maybe now, I want to feel your insides,” His steps crept closer, and instinctively you tried to create as much distance as possible by stepping back. It proved useless when your back hit the cold surface of the door, his face mere centimeters from yours.

Your breath hitched as you found comfort in the presence of the door, leaning against it as if it’d keep you from harm’s reach. You fidgeted, fumbling to grasp at the handle that’d grant you escape. The masked man took notice, hovering over your frame to keep you from trying anything.

“Please- -” Your plea fell in the form of a choked up whimper, just the sound he wanted to hear.

More uncomfortable ripping was sounded when his blade etched a perfect cut in your shorts, leaving your bare cunt out on display for his eyes to see. “Don’t be shy, pretty. I’m sure lots of guys have seen you like this. Am I right?”

Crudeness started to sink in as your face morphed into a contradictory pout. He took your expression for a no and chuckled genuinely, albeit louder than his previous tone. “No? Does this make me the first?” His eyes scanned your lower half once more, then flit back to meet your fear-blown orbs.

“I’d really love to be your first,”

Having grown confident enough to be sure that you wouldn’t try to break free, he dropped the knife to the side, metal clamorously clinking against hardwood flooring while he used his free hand to lift your right leg over the juncture of his elbow. He carefully slotted his middle and ring fingers into your hole, shallowly pumping. Your legs threatened to close with what you couldn’t make of embarrassment or denial.

Your mind felt cloudy once your body gave up its immobility and allowed pleasure to course through your veins, heat rushing to your core with every pump of his fingers. He took notice of the way your expression hastily contorted into one of pure pleasure, eyebrows knit together and your mouth slightly agape, eliciting quiet moans to tumble past.

It was a whorish sight, indeed. A circumstance you couldn’t control with your death at the forefront, yet it was terrifyingly easy to succumb to the euphoric sensation building up within you. The pad of his thumb found its way to your aching clit, and from just the light circling motions in tandem with his fingers, you felt yourself floating to the cusp of release.

“F-Fuck- -“ you rasped. Your hand reached out for his wrist to push him away but the attempt was futile and in turn, he sped up his ministrations.

“Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth. You’re making me lose interest.” He coyly teased.

He was thankful you couldn’t see how flushed his face appeared under the mask. The sight of you spread open for him was too much to bear, he could cum in that moment without ever feeling your gummy walls wrapped around his painstakingly hard cock.

Just before you were about to hit your orgasm, he pulled his fingers away. An agitated groan rumbled from your throat, eyes finally opening to the sight of the man before you, removing his mask and unveiling his true identity.

Something within you didn’t want to admit what you had seen.

From the golden strands of hair that shimmered against the moonlight to his cyan-hued orbs tinted dark with madness. It was Armin, but it wasn’t Armin.

“M-Min.. You —“ The words failed to leave your mouth in a coherent string of sentences. It couldn’t have been your neighbor, not Armin. He was far too delicate, too feeble to carry out a task like this.

He kept unwavering eye contact with you, your pupils shaking from shock. “Hm? Couldn’t see a thing with this mask on,” His response was that of nonchalance, his hand coming to caress your tear-stained cheeks.

“You’re much prettier behind the mesh.”

He pulled down the zipper of his slacks along with the garment itself and his briefs, just enough so that his cock was freed. You didn’t want to look, but you did. You notice how bulbous the head was, glowing a bright pink while the rest of it was pretty girthy as well. It bobbed under its weight, the strings of precum leaking onto your inner thighs as he lined it up with your entrance.

“Why would y—“

Just before you could get the vocables out, he pushed his entire length inside of you, head tilted back and adam’s apple bouncing with each groan he let out. You felt as though you were being split open by how fat his cock was, how it glided effortlessly in and out of your heat.

His pace was tauntingly slow as if he’d shoot his load prematurely. Once he gradually thrusted more vigorously though, you found it hard to keep whimpers at bay. Each push in felt deeper than the last, the wind within your system struggling to keep you afloat. You reached for something to hold onto, scrambling for Armin’s shoulders in the end. Your nails dug deep at the lean muscles of his back, creating raw, catlike scratches on the flesh.

The pain was enough to make him smile. Or maybe it wasn’t the pain, but the sight of you so desperate for him — So desperate for your killer.

How pathetic.

He leaned himself upward to meet your gaze again, that of something from a horror movie, his gaze was darker than before, strung together by a serious expression. “Kiss me.”

You almost didn’t hear him as your impending orgasm was your only focus. When you took too long to respond, he glanced back at the knife settled just underneath his foot, in a manner to remind you of the real dangers he was capable of.

With the slightest inclination of hesitancy, your lips met his. Contrary to his actions, his kisses were soft, sloppy, and hungry, as if he were craving you. He hooked his arms beneath your knees to hoist you up and against him.

Deeper. You whimpered into his kisses wondering how his cock fucked into you deeper. He slammed your body down onto his length, using your body like it was a toy. You pulled away from the kiss, heaving for air as your head fell upon his shoulder. “Gonna cum, ‘m so close!” Your words slurred, and before you knew it, your essence came in waves, each aftershock more jolting than the last.

He continued pounding into you, shifting his position to hold you up against the wall. Your pleasure reverberated in the form of an inaudible cry while you allowed for the bullying of his cock in your cunt. It was evident to you that he was close from the way his features were etched in pure ecstasy.

Armin looked pretty like that — Wisps of tawny bangs messily splayed across his forehead from perspiration and a light tinge of scarlet dusted across his nose and cheeks, up to the tips of his ears. His soft, rosy lips were slickened with the mixture of your wet kiss and his.

“Oh, God-”

The guttural groan he let out had your walls clamping down taut around him. “Cum for me again—Shit! Say my name,”

The stamina he retained came as unexpected to you, your overstimulated heat trying to find pleasure in the way it’s being battered up. He spoke again, this time with a docile lilt in his tone.

“Tell me you’re mine, Y/N. I wanna be yours.”

You didn’t want to. You were beyond opposed to feeding into his hedonistic delusions, especially in the impuissant state that you were in. Yet, you couldn’t stop the affirmations from flowing once another orgasmic high coiled up in your core.

“Armin! ‘M yours! All yours,”

Just as soon as your words circulated through his mind, he felt his balls tighten, his thrusts faltering in potency as he reached closer to his high.

In his mind, it was profoundly amorous that you both had hit euphoria simultaneously, warm ropes of his sticky seed painting your walls while he shallowly jettisoned every last drop. Your womb was the goal, and he had scored.

He was tentative to pull out, wanting to relish in the warmth of your core for as long as he possibly could but he knew the idea wouldn’t be feasible. “You’re so good. I mean, you listen so well,”

He delicately placed you back on your feet, your body lax in his hold. “Thank you!” He beamed, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.

“Thank you for what?” You responded, your eyes searching for anything else to focus on as you gained enough strength to separate yourself from him, even if it was just a few inches.

“You helped me,”

You couldn’t make sense of the nonsense coming out of his mouth nor his need to be a hair's breadth away from you at all times.

“You helped me realize I never wanted to hurt you,” His hands found their place at your waist, softly running along the curve. “I just wanted to be inside you.”

“No, you wanted to kill me.” You spoke in a more conflicted tone, wondering if the gears in his head were turning at all. He chuckled, creating a few inches of distance between the two of you.

“I mean, I did at first. I was jealous, Y/N,” His voice sounded like that of a beg. “You have such a perfect life and I want it — I want to be in it.”

You couldn’t bear to listen to anymore of his twisted thoughts, feeling the heavy coat of uncomfortability weighing your shoulders down. “Armin, you’re crazy.”

“I love you, Y/N. Let me into your life, please?”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands furthering south until they halted at the small of your back.

“I won’t hurt you,”

“I love you.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — @valentinevampyr @oneofthesevensins @iamtrashgod @iconicbabii @inusdoll @kloesklarity @bakuhoe-3 @antistellxr

[planeteroticaaa]

— ALL MINE

(part of erotica’s & lovae’s valentines special💋)

ice hockeyplayer!jean who walked around the campus with the many gifts and trinkets various girls gave him, each one wishing him good luck for the big game today. he didn’t care about the chocolates, teddy bears, or the other stupid shit they gave him. hell, he didn’t even bother reading the love letters. none of it meant anything to him when he had to figure out an over the top way to make you his valentines because not only were you his soulmate and the one he’s supposed to grow old with, but he needed to win you back.

he walked past your lecture hall like he did everyday on his way to his own, thinking about how he used to be late to his own class trying to walk you to yours. it never mattered to him seeing as he always made up for it by participating in class and getting high grades on assignments. he didn’t know why he still poked his head inside the room to see if you were there. he tells himself and his friends that it’s to make sure you “got to class safely”, but in reality, he knows nothing’s gonna happen to you in the 5 to 6 minute walk from the dining hall to your lecture. truth be told, he really just wanted to see you. since the two of you broke up, you avoided him like the plague, but he knew you would have no choice but to see him when he’d visit the room you were in daily, using the fact that one of his teammates was in the same class as you.

though today was different because right when he was about to go into the room, he watched that very teammate ask you out with flowers and chocolates. he glared, scoffing watching you act all “excited” about candies you hated and flowers that weren’t even your favorite. it took everything in him to stop himself from going in there and breaking his jaw when you kissed his cheek and hugged him with your arms around his neck and his on your waist. how would you feel watching him kiss a girl after reading her love declaration?! it was even worse knowing he would have to play with him later today. the whole team knew he was still obsessed with you, especially this guy since he always teased jean about it so what fuck was he doing asking you out?

he thought about it the entire day. he knew that many guys were interested in you, but he didn’t think somebody would actually be bold enough to do something about their feelings. he had on his gear, ready for the final game of the season. his coach’s words of motivation went in one ear and out the other as he stared down his smug ass teammate. as everyone started to hype themselves up with different handshakes and chants, jean remained quiet, even bumping his shoulder going past him. his final straw was seeing you cheering at the game, just, not for him. you screamed that asshole’s name, your friends alongside you all happy about your possible new relationship and when he winked at you, jean tackled him onto the ice.

he knew he was in a world of trouble now once he got on top of him. he grabbed the collar of his shirt and began punching him, not stopping when the guy managed to get situated and got a few hits in, or when the security rushed over, or when he heard his coach yelling at him from the side. he had slight bruising on his cheek, his lip was bleeding, his knuckles were scratched up when he threw his gloves off, and he was being penalized and cussed out by his coach, but it was worth seeing you stare at him with your mouth gaped open. your more confused than pissed face said, “did you seriously just do that?” and the wink he gave you with the smirk on his lips while his coach spat in his face said, “yeah, and i’d do it a thousand times over.”

he wasn’t shocked when you went home right after the incident. he was hoping to talk to you once the game was over, but it worked out since it gave him time to buy the snacks and sweets you actually liked, flowers that were actually your favorite, and prepare his “i’m sorry, please take me back” speech. he originally wanted to do something crazy to show his never ending love, but it was clear after today he had no time to waste. with a done up basket, pretty flowers, and a speech he recited under his breath on the way to the door, he was ready though when he knocked on your front door and you opened it wearing his spare jersey he thought he lost with nothing visibly under it, arms crossed over your chest and leaning against the door frame with a disapproving look on your face, everything he planned to say left him at that very second. “well?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. “gimme another chance?” he asked, an unsure grin on his pretty, bandaged face. you looked him up and down and just sighed before grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging him inside the room.

“s-shit baby…you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, his head thrown back on your pillow, big, veiny hands on your hips as you bounced yourself on his cock with your hands back behind you on his strong thighs. you almost forgot how big and girthy his dick was, the stretch burning you when you first sat down on it after months of nothing and guys that were no match to him. “look so beautiful riding me like that,” he said mostly to himself, staring up at you with lust blown pupils, taking in the blissful expressions you made and the softness of your breast as he massaged them under the jersey.

fuck, it felt amazing, the veins running along his length grazing your walls, the curve ensuring the fat tip hit you right where you needed it, the thickness of it giving you that same delicious burn from before that had your legs about to give out, the ring of white cream you made at the base of his cock dripping down his balls, ass sticking to his pelvis from your mixed, gluey essences. you were getting tired and he could tell you were with how you occasionally didn’t bounce, but instead rocked your hips with your nails digging into his skin and biting down on your bottom lip.

he watched you, wondering when you’d quit being stubborn and admit you need help as he moved his hands all over your body, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist, harshly slapping your ass. he hadn’t had you like this in months, dick inside your tight walls making a mess all over him and whatever surface was beneath you. how long had it been since you fucked somebody? he hadn’t done anything to any woman since you’d broken up, even going as far to tell them that he was still with you. well, it didn’t matter, he could tell from the whimpers and whines that left your lips as your desperately rode him to continue that sensation of his cock bruising your cervix that if anybody fucked you, it wasn’t like this.

it was when your pace significantly slowed down that he sighed and pulled you down to him. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck like you were waiting for him to do this as he propped his feet into the bed sheets. with his hands on your ass, spreading it apart, he started to thrust up into your pussy. you screamed, eyes rolling back as his fat cock dragged in and out of you, balls slapping against you from the fast, rough change in pace. you could tell much he missed you from the way he hugged you close to him while making you cream in his cock. “yes! j-jean—yes, just like that, don’t stop!” you cried out, drool dripping down your chin as he fucked you further through your orgasm, overstimulating your pussy when he reached a hand down to rub harsh circles on your puffy, throbbing clit.

“missed you so much, baby,” jean grunted, the speed of his thrust into your pussy not letting up. “i—i missed you too! missed you so much,” you cried, moving your head from its spot in the crook of your neck to look him in his light brown eyes. your lips soon met his, tongue hastily pushing inside his mouth and swirling along his after such a long time without one another. everything was messy, saliva coating both of your chins, the liquids from your previous orgasms painting the bedsheets and allowing him to better fuck up into you with ease, the thin layer of sweat that covered your bodies sticking the two of you together.

“please, please, please fill me up,” you babbled incoherently, begging when you felt his cock start twitching inside your tight, gummy walls. his thrust became rougher, the broken, but rough and intense rhythm of his mushroom tip hitting everywhere you needed it too taking you to the brink of another orgasm. “imma fill your pretty pussy with my cum…she’s missed me so much, hasn’t she?” “yes! s-so much!” you gasped, eyes in the back of your head and body jerking as you started creaming all over him again. “i’m cumming! ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming, fuckkk!” you practically sobbed, pussy gushing. your walls spasmed around his cock, making him pump your insides with his hot, thick, ropes of cum.

you felt it leak out of your abused hole as he continued to fuck and overstimulating the two of you through your orgasms to the point you were crying and he was biting down on your shoulder with his eyes rolled back. you continued to fill the room with the most filthy noises, the sweet squelching sound from you pussy echoing and the slapping of your skin on his being all that you could hear once he had you seeing stars because he didn’t stop, even when he was about to cry from the overwhelming feeling himself. he was just too scared to lose you again.

[arlerts-angel]

Who do you think would be the most into dirty talk out of the AOT boys?? I can see Jean and Eren in particular being into it, but I feel like it's definitely not limited to just them 😫 No pressures to answer this, I'm not sure if you take requests for multiple characters at once so feel free to ignore this if you don't!

a/n: thank you for sending this in!! MWUAH i hope you enjoy 🤍 PHEW i'm dizzy!!! 😵‍💫❤️‍🔥

taglist: @la-undercover-latina @ringsofsaturnnnn @i-literally-cant-with-this @jeannineee @sleazymac-n-cheesy

warnings: multiple characters x fem!reader | pet names/light degradation: baby, pretty little slut, dirty girl, babygirl, princess, beautiful, angel | oral sex (m!receiving) | penetrative sex (piv) | light breeding kink (take a wild guess who) | sub-coded armin | reader is racially + bodily ambiguous! 🥰

ᯓ★ 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

☆ 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

i think at the top of the ranking, eren jaeger is the king of dirty talk. he is vocal about everything happening. gritting his teeth, hissing, and cursing at the way your pussy sucks him in each time he thrusts into you.

"fuck baby, your pussy's so fuckin tight. feels so fucking good... aw, look you, dumb on my cock already. my pretty little slut. yeah baby, just like that. slam your ass back on my cock. gonna milk me dry. fuuuuuuuck..."

☆ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

coming in hot at the number 2 spot on my ranking is levi ackerman. i think levi doesn't overuse curses because he has some dignity, but he definitely likes to narrate as if you can't feel the bulge from the tip of his cock.

"can you feel how i deep i am inside you?... taking my cock so well. you make me feel so good... so fucking good. you like it when i talk like that, don't you? i can feel your pussy tighten around me when i do. dirty girl. you like to be talked to like a slut? fucked like one too, yeah?"

☆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

connie springer isn't much of a talker when he's fucking you... but when you're sucking him off he likes to praise the fuck out of you. he absolutely loves getting head and he'll make sure you know it.

"oh fuck... you look so sexy with my cock in your mouth baby... fuck yeah... just like that. you suck my dick so good babygirl... can't get enough of your mouth, princess. look at those pretty lips around my dick..."

☆ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

number 4 on my list is jean kirstein. i think, much like levi, jean doesn't curse too much but really enjoys to praise you and your body and the heavenly things it does when you ride his dick.

"my pretty cowgirl. bounce those tits in my face baby. you're so beautiful... i love watching you ride me. yeah baby, just like that."

☆ 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

the love of my life, armin arlert my beloved. unfortunately he's last on this list. this is just my personal opinion, but i see armin enjoying YOU doing the dirty talk 9 times out of 10. not to say that he doesn't, but i think a lot of us agree that he's a whimpering, whiny mess in the bedroom.

"o-oh god, a-angel... please don't s-stop–! i-i'm so close... so close... so fucking close. yeah, right there! right there! right there–! 'm gonna cum. gonna fill you and give you a baby..."

mdni + dividers by cafekitsune & benkeibear

[crazychaoticizzy]

Oh nothing…… just thinking about the way Jean’s eyes look so pretty when the sun hits them just right when you wake up in the morning, reminding you of whiskey and honey. They’re just so pretty and tempting, especially in the early morning when he’s not quite awake, leaving lazy kisses on your collarbone while his lashes brush against your jaw.

Just thinking about the way Jean’s pretty hazel eyes widen slightly when he finds you flipping through his sketchbook—specifically the one he uses to draw you in. He panics just a bit before he notices the faint smile on your face as you admire each and every drawing, oblivious to his presence. When you glance up and meet his gaze, his eyes soften and he goes to stand next to you.

Thinking about the way he looks at you when he’s turned on. Lidded eyes clouded with lust, his hand on your waist to draw you closer no matter where you are. Or the way he looks up at you when he’s eating you out, his hand resting on your thigh to keep your legs spread as he continuously dips his tongue in and out of your wet hole.

Oh, and the way his eyes unfocus when you give him head or ride his dick. He can’t help but softly whimper when you take him fully, your hands trailing across his thighs or carding through his soft hair. You notice he goes slightly cross-eyed at times, his pretty hazel irises becoming thinner as his pupils dilate.

Just thinking….

AOT Masterlist

[lentiku]

imagine him...

tongue deep inside your pretty pussy, groaning from the taste of you on his lips. you're tugging at the locks of hair on his head, begging for release from the stimulation and countless orgasms that he's put you through.

you can feel your wetness seeping into the mattress below you, a small puddle of your cum pooling between the globes of your ass cheeks. the slurping coming from him only makes your toes curl, and another moan leaves your hoarse throat as he sucks on your clit.

"such a pretty girl, your cunt is so pretty and wet, all for me," he groans, sending vibrations straight to your core as your legs start to shake again. his fingers are back inside you, prodding at that spongey sweet spot that you can never seem to reach on your own. his long, girthy fingers can reach it so easily compared to your smaller, lithe ones. his free hand moves up to toy with your nipple, making you whimper under his touch, back arching off the mattress.

"such a good girl for me. making such a big mess and clenching around my fingers," he speaks, making you tug on his hair harder as his fingertips make you see stars, "can't wait to have this pretty pussy on my cock later, you're gonna take me so well baby," his words go straight to your core, and your toes curl as you cum on his fingers, a loud moan of his name echoing around your shared room as his tongue dives down to lap at your sweetness before returning to suckle on your pretty clit.

characters imagined;

eren, jean, levi, erwin, diluc, alhaitham, neuvi, ayato, dain, dottore, pantalone, wrio, zhongli, blade, ratio, jing yuan, welt, tsuki, daichi, iwa, kuroo, oikawa, ukai, miya twins, issei, sakusa, bokuto, PRO HEROS bakugo, izu, hitoshi, kiri, tamaki, aizawa, hawks, your fav character <3

[bachiras-toaster]

kinktober day 15: deepthroating : ̗̀➛

CAN IT GO DEEPER? ~ : ̗̀➛

EREN YEAGER x gn!reader

cw: smut, spitting, deepthroating (obviously), desperate/whiny!eren

wc: 2.2k

He looked nervously down at you and back towards the bedroom door, frantically starting to blush and sweat with an uneasy nervousness of it all. “Uh, (Y/n), I’m not sure if…”

“You don’t trust me?” You arched a brow at Eren as you knelt down in front of him at his knees. He was sat on the edge of his bed, feeling the sweat trickle down his neck as you fiddled with his belt and the fly of his jeans.

One day, somehow, Eren had nonchalantly mentioned that he was still a virgin and hadn’t even had his dick touched by a someone else. It shouldn’t have been all that surprising to you, considering that he was a little bit of a loser, but seeing how your friend had gone this far into his life without making any sort of stride in the sexual department made you feel a little disheartened for him. Being the kind friend that you were, and have a little bit of experience yourself, offered to help him out a little bit, just to teach him how it feels. And while he was admittedly quite reluctant at first, it wasn’t like he could turn down such a good offer.

Looking away from you, he could feel himself getting redder and hotter by the second. His heart started beating faster and faster as he felt your fingers gently work their way into his pants, it made him feel vulnerable yet excited all at the same time. “—You know I do—! But…”

“But what?” You paused for a moment to look up at him with a narrowed stare. “You said you wanted to know how it felt. I’m offering to help, you know…”

As you spoke, he couldn't take his eyes off you. Your hands were gentle and soft, making him feel warm inside. He let out a small sigh as you fully pulled down his zipper and undid his button. “I just didn’t think that you’d be fully committed to doing this…”

“Hey, I’m always prepared to help a friend.” You joked simply, watching the erection in his underwear slowly form a tent as it grew.

He feigned an awkward chuckle before he felt himself whine with nervousness, biting his tongue as you tugged down his boxers and revealed his fully erect member.

“I guess it goes without saying that nobody’s ever seen me like this…” His entire face flushed as he murmured that out.

“I’m someone you trust, remember?” You took the base of his cock in one of your palms and gathered your spit to spit at his tip, which caused a shock to surge up his spine. He gasped loudly when he felt your saliva on his cock, his entire body tensing up as he struggled to keep control of himself.

“Spit—?” He muttered anxiously, trying his best to keep himself under control.

“It’s to lubricate it a little.” You simply responded as you began rubbing your saliva around his shaft, letting your palm run across his faint veins with more esse thanks to the small bit of liquid you hsd transferred onto him.

The sensation sent shivers through his whole body as he moaned softly, closing his eyes tightly as he tried not to lose control over himself. The feeling of your hand running along his length was almost too much for him to handle. "B-Be gentle…”

“Yeah, of course. Don’t worry.” You said softly. “You just guide me where you want me to be.” You poked your tongue out to lick the tip of his cock, planting a gentle kiss.

He gripped the sheets tightly as he felt your tongue against his dick, his entire body shaking uncontrollably as he moaned softly. "G-God…”

Eren mentally noted how it felt a lot different than he had expected it to feel. Perhaps it was always because he had always been so used to doing it with his own hand that he couldn’t even fathom the idea of someone else’s lips being around his cock instead. He couldn’t deny how incredibly turned on he felt, his body buzzing with a sense of pleasure and excitement that he had never experienced before. It was almost as if you were able to read his mind and knew exactly how to please him.

“(Y/n)—…" He gulped, his chest heaving.

“Hm?” You hummed on his cock as your lips slowly began to slide down the base, your tongue dragging across each individual vein that you came across on his length.

The feeling of your tongue gliding across his length sent shivers of pleasure through his entire body, causing his cock to twitch in your mouth. He couldn’t help but groan softly as he felt his body becoming increasingly more sensitive.

You removed your mouth for a moment, your lips making a small ‘pop’ noise as you released his tip from your tongue. You looked up at him through an innocent stare, smiling.

“Do you like that?” You asked sweetly, almost in a whisper. You spoke in the same way one would speak to a baby, and it just made his chest flutter even more violently.

His breathing became heavier as he nodded slowly, unable to speak due to how overwhelmed he was by everything happening right now. His face flushed redder than ever before as he stared back into your eyes.

"Mmmh... Yes..." He mumbled quietly, his voice trembling slightly. "...Please…” His hand landed on your cheek to slowly caress it. “…Continue."

You obediently complied with a soft smirk as you took his cock back into your mouth, holding your own hair behind your face for a better access towards him. Eren’s muscles began to tense up and he could feel his breathing become heavier as you took more of him in each time, going about halfway down his length before sliding back up to the tip.

As you continued to take his cock deeper inside your mouth, he let out a soft moan as his breath quickened and his heart rate increased. The sound of your slurping noises only made his cock throb harder, the heat from your warm breath sending waves of pleasure throughout his system.

Eren’s hand had ran through his long hair, pushing it away from his eyes to reveal his heavily blushing face as he panted relentlessly, trying to hold himself back from whining at the satisfying feeling of you working your way deeper on his dick.

The sound of your soft humming as you sucked his cock was becoming increasingly more intoxicating and as he felt your fingers sliding down the shaft he could feel himself growing even more aroused.

Your hand landed on his thigh for an extra support as you continued to slurp on him, and you could feel the way his legs trembled as you did so. It made you smirk a little against his shaft when you felt how much his thigh vibrated against your palm, though there was a sense of flattery that you felt at the fact that he could feel this overwhelmed by your tongue.

He couldn't help but even whimper softly as you worked your way further down his length, still only going halfway each time. His hands involuntarily met your head, running his palm across your scalp as he held onto your head gently.

“(Y-Y/n)…” He stammered.

You didn’t remove his cock from your mouth this time, only looking up at him with your eyes to try and decipher what he wanted through his facial expressions.

His grip tightened around your head as he looked down at you, seeing how you were staring up at him. He moaned faintly, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

"…C-Can it go… Deeper..?" He whispered, his voice shaky as if he was barely keeping himself together. He felt flustered by the question, like he felt stupid for asking it. Although, his embarassment was combatted by your confidence.

Very steadily this time, you slid your mouth further down than you usually would have until the tip graced the back of your throat. You held yourself back to refrain from gagging before you brought yourself back up, preparing your attempt to repeat the process.

A small cry escaped his lips as you repeated the action, his whole body shaking as he tried to remain quiet. The sight of you holding yourself back was enough to make him blush deeply, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to keep himself under control. His hips twitched slightly in anticipation.

As his hips twitched upwards automatically at the sensation, his tip more violently hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag a little on impact. Saliva ran down your lip as you took a moment to try and regain control over your breathing.

After a moment, he felt your fingers tighten around his shaft. He let out a soft moan, trying to restrain himself from suddenly pushing further in as he noticed your slight struggle. He wanted to relieve your discomfort, to comfort you, but he also found himself desiring more.

His hand landed very shakily onto the back of your neck as he pushed you further down onto his cock, feeling himself grow more and more desperate for that same pleasurable rush that came with his tip hitting the back of your throat.

He felt his heart racing in his chest, his entire body shaking as he tried to fight back the urge to fuck your face harder. He felt like he was on the edge, like he might collapse soon.

It was admittedly a little bit of a struggle, but wanting Eren to have a good first time, you complied with his desperate demands and you allowed his entire cock to be pushed into your mouth every time with almost little hesitation. After a while, you had gotten used to the feeling and didn’t gag so much anymore, however tears felt like they were building in your eyes the more of him you let through your lips.

The young man's hands tightened their grip on your hair as he began thrusting his hips forward, forcing himself deeper inside your mouth each time. A loud groan left his lips as he closed his eyes tightly, biting down gently on his lower lip as he fought off an orgasm. It seemed impossible for him.

You sped up when you notice how he had began to quiver even more desperately now. He was clearly close to his orgasm, and you could see it in the way he whimpered and clinged onto his bedsheets. You really wanted to help him reach his high, so you sucked him even harder this time.

He let out an agonising groan as he felt your lips and tongue caressing him more frantically. With every passing second, he felt more and more like he was going to lose control and cum in your mouth, and it scared him. He wasn't sure if he was ready for it yet. But, you were prepared for anything else he might give you; it seemed that if he were to be denied and orgasm any longer, then he might just explode.

He felt like he was losing his mind. One hand was clutched onto his duvet covers while another latched onto your nape holding you still as he thrusted himself deep inside your throat once again.

"Oh god... Oh god..." he muttered under his breath as he kept pushing himself deeper than before. “(Y/n)— I- Think I’m gonna—“ He but his lip, feeling himself whine. “—Where do I—?”

Noting that he was asking where he should release himself, you made sure to hold your mouth wide open, gesturing to the spot on your tongue that he should cum directly onto.

His body shuddered violently at your suggestion. His face went red from embarrassment and he tried to pull away from you, his movements even more stiff because of your tight grasp on his thigh. He looked like he was about to cry as he let out a few more whimpers, but he was able to shudder and moan as he shot himself into your mouth.

Thick ropes of white liquid released itself onto your tongue, and you even lapped up the remaining bits that had landed outside of your lips, giving him a soft smile as you let yourself swallow every drop of what he had released into you.

He stared at you in shock, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy. He couldn't believe what he had just done, but he also couldn't deny how good it felt to see you enjoying it.

“Now, was that good?” You asked, licking back up the spilt liquid using your thumb and sucking the remains off of your fingerprint.

He bit his lip nervously as he looked back at you, still unsure of what to make of everything he had just done.

“...Yes.” He managed to grumble out as he stole a glance at the white stain on your tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to look away from you. “…I… Liked it.”

[lemmetreatya]

For a Time Such As This — Onyankopon x fem!reader

dk how i feel about this but i reallllly wanted to show the true dawg some love so please enjoy 🥺🫶🏾 !!

content: v fluffy and domestic, soft, drug use, weed mention, smut, m!pen, mating press, pillowtalk, failed proposal trope

As you shuffle through the door, the relief of finally being home washed over you. The aroma of cooking food whafts through your nose and you’re suddenly reminded that your last meal was at lunch.

Shucking off your shoes, you call out the supposed cooker, almost on autopilot.

“Ony?”

No answer.

You take off your jacket and place your bag on the short cupboard in the entrance before trying a more sweeter approach.

“Yanyans?”

There was definitely cluttering noises coming from within the kitchen so you know he was around. Although you had to suspect whether he was ignoring you on purpose or simply unable to hear you.

With a frown, you push your way through the house before opening the door to the kitchen and stepping in.

“Onyankopon!”

“Babe?”

The man turned to look at you with no ill intention but the smile on his face indicated he was smiling or laughing at something before hand. Besides him, you realise he was watching a show on his phone that was propped up onto a stand.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you confront him.

“You don’t hear me calling you?”

“What, just now?” He glances your direction before focusing back onto the food.

“Back when I came in. I was calling you and everything.”

You start to walk further into the kitchen to inspect what he was making. As you look over his naked shoulder, you notice he’s just poured a blended vegetable mix into the stew.

Automatically Onyankopon wraps an arm around your waist as he uses his other hand to stir the simmering food. He lightly shakes his head before he’s planting a clean kiss to your temple.

“Oh, no. I didn’t hear you then. Sorry, shawty.”

With your mood instantly softened you pout at the man’s words. You were no longer mad but you definitely weren’t pleased with the petname he used.

“I told you to stop calling me thaaaat.” You whine. “You make me sound like I’m a side piece or something.”

Onyankopon’s attitude is calm as he focuses his eye on the food. He stirs the spoon a few times before answering you although his attention is undivided.

“Baby, you know that’s not true and you know I don’t mean it like that either.”

The top of your head brushes against his cheek as you lay your head onto his bare shoulder. With a pout, your hand comes up to idly play at the golden dangle chain that hangs around his neck and sits just above his heart. It has your initials on it.

“Yeah but that’s what you and your lil friends used to call me back when you were all tryna distract me from focusing on my books.”

You let the chain drop back onto the man’s bare chest as you briefly reminisce about the days prior to you and Onyankopon dating.

Despite what most people experience, the last year of university for you was a fun time.

Although hearing you reference back to his unrulier days, Onyankopon makes a low hum of a sound. Laying the stirring spoon onto a rest and then turning the heat down, your boyfriend now has free hands to hold your waist with.

“Listen. When I put a rock on those pretty fingers you still gon’ be my shawty. When you take my last name at that altar, you stiiill gonna be my shawty. When you have kids running round your legs that look like a mash of the both of us, you still gon’ be my shawty, nothing gon’ change that.”

Licking his lips, the man has a smooth expression on his face as he looks down over you.

You on the other hand have a frown on your face but it’s inevitably weak because the smirk that’s welling up is a much more prominent expression. Ducking your head, you could feel the back of your neck and chest heat up.

“Wha’ you mean ‘when you put a rock’? What, you thinking of proposing?”

Onyankopon’s hands knead at your hips and suddenly his voice is much more lower and intimate.

“You want me to?”

“Well, yeah eventually.” You say with a shrug but as soon as you do, Onyankopon’s kneeling down with a mischievous expression.

“Want me to propose now?”

With a wild laugh, you’re shaking your head — already trying to pull the man back up straight.

“Ony, No! Stop, get up!”

“But you wanted me to propose so I’m getting on my knees, no?”

Onyankopons laughing with you but you can see that he’s trying his best to be serious. But right now wasn’t a time for being surprised with a fake proposal. This was something you actually wanted him to do in real and good steed.

With a pout, you continue to pull the man upwards.

“No! Stop it, you’re scaring me. If you propose now, I’ll break up with you.”

Onyankopon hears the seriousness in your voice and instantly decides against upsetting you any further.

“Okay, okay! I’m up.” The residues of laughter is still on his lips but there’s a slight alter in the air.

You realise the power move you played in threatening to leave him was a shitty thing to say but you genuinely felt that was the only way to have stopped him. With your eyes cast to the bubbling food, you apologise.

“I’m sorry, that was wrong of me. I shouldn’t have said that.”

As understanding as ever, Onyankopons shaking his head. The smile on his face is still present as his arms curl around you to bring you in for a close embrace.

“No, you’re fine, boo.”

Burying your head into Onyankopon’s bare chest is far easier than looking at him and you wonder if that makes you a bad person for thinking so.

As he reaches over to pick up the spoon, your boyfriend holds you in one arm before stirring the pot with the other.

“So it’s a no to proposing?” He says in a tone that reads like its a question but instead sounds like a statement.

And you knew it was coming because Onyankopon’s never one to leave an idea or concept half baked. You keep your head against his chest as you answer him because you’d rather he take your words for what they are than for what your face did.

“Not a no, just…make sure you plan it. I don’t want you doing no will-you-marry-me-but-I-have-no-ring-yet bullshit.” you mumble.

“Ah, I hear you.”

Onyankopon laughs off your comment with an understanding nod but he’s so scared that you can feel his heart rate increase.

Because he agrees, proposing to you with no ring would be a rookie move. Especially since it shows a lack of thinking through which was entirely not his style and neither his thing. But if Onyankopon did propose to you then and there, he would have a ring ready to offer you because he could feel it heavily weigh against his trouser pocket.

“I noticed her hands still bare.”

The statement comes to Onyankopon from Jean as the two sit outside on the terrace of Sasha and Niccolos yard. They were in the midst of rotating a blunt between them, but then Connie joined and somehow made the spliff too soggy to share and so the both of them were sitting on mild buzz rather than a high.

Shrugging, Onyankopon takes a swig from the bottle of malted drink within his hand.

“It is what it is.” He muses but the words make Jean lean out from his chair.

“What, she say no?”

“No, I just didn’t do it.”

Jean’s eyes are now wider than before as he gives the man a sideways look.

“You backed out?”

“Nah, man. It’s not like that. It just wasn’t the right moment.” Onyankopon ran a hand down his face. “I dunno I messed up the timing or some shit. It’s harder than it looks.”

Jean lets out a low whistle as he sits back into his seat. It may have not been him in the situation but he could sympathise the man’s dilemma. His eyes draw onwards through the glass of the balcony door of the living room that allows him to look on at the gathering of his close friends.

His eyes are disassociated but he still asks Onyankopon the next question.

“You think she’s opposed to the idea?”

Onyankopon makes a sound of disagreement before he properly answers.

“She wants to get married but she made an off comment talking ‘bout making sure I plan shit. I guess I’m just overthinking how she’d want to be proposed to because that moment was planned.”

“Maybe she wants an audience?”

Your boyfriend shrugged.

“I dunno. She’s not really an audience typa person but you never know.”

Nodding towards the inside, Jean offers an alternative.

“Well, what better time than now? You’re surrounded by people you both admire and I’m sure everyones just itching for something live to happen.”

Onyankopon considers Jean’s words but he’s not yet sold. He may not know exactly how you want to be proposed to but he knows you weren’t an attention seeker in that sense. He takes another drink of his bottle before laying it on the table besides him.

Why did this have to be so hard?

Seeing as he was contemplatively quiet, Jean probes again.

“You might as well go find her in there and do it. You got it on you, right?”

“Got what on you?”

Both men turn towards you who seemed to have suddenly come outside from in. Onyankopon is glad to see you but he almost jumps out from his skin in shock.

“Babe!”

With a sweet smile you close the door behind you before coming to sit on top of your boyfriend’s lap. Like clockwork, one of his arms are wrapping round your waist but he was anything but calm as he could feel his heart beat up his throat.

“Hey Jean!”

You politely acknowledge and the man nods at you in reply before leaning back with both of his hands wrapped around each other and his lips folded. You wrap your own arm around Onyankopon’s neck before speaking down at him.

“What were the two of you talking ‘bout? Anything juicy?”

Onyankopon looks up at you tentatively before he’s glancing over at Jean but then Jeans looking just as googly eyed as he makes small nods of affirmation back in Onyankopon’s direction.

You notice the exchange and only lightly laugh at the awkward notion between them before your attentions drawn back to your boyfriend who’s softly grappling at your waist.

“You know I really love you, right?” He says up at you and you nod with a smile.

“Yeaaah?”

Onyankopon slightly gulps before he glances towards Jean who’s lifting his hips up to retrieve his phone from his pocket. Your boyfriend then looks up at you again and he can sense his heart welling with emotions.

“And that I really do wanna spend forever with you. Like, the rest-of-my-days type forever.”

“Ony, what’s going on? What is this?” You try and ask but the man continues going, his grip on you tighter.

“And I’m guessing you feel the same because despite everything, you’ve stuck by me and always wanted to better our lives together and you know I have mad respect for that shit.”

“I— yes, of course but—“

“Babe, just let me finish.”

Onyankopon’s softly laughing but his eyes seem glassy as his spare hand pats the right side of his trousers. With an unsure glance, you watch as the man pats around into his pockets.

“This reason I’m asking alladis is because—“

“Ahhhh!”

A curdling scream comes from inside the house and halts everything that was going on. Even with the doors closed it’s heard and instantly you get up from Onyankopon’s lap to inspect it.

“What’s happening, what’s happening?” You say as you open the door.

As her back was to you, Hitch turns round to face you with a giddy expression. In her hand was a small black and white squared sonogram.

“Sashas pregnant!”

Both Jean and Onyankopon lurch forwards in their seats at the news.

“Oh, shit!”

With a squeal of your own, you rush inside to go and congratulate the expecting couple.

An air of relief leaves Onyankopon’s mouth but he’s still as equally as excited. If anything, he welcomes the distraction, seeing as if he didn’t, it’d just be the weighing of another failed proposal on his mind.

The soft panting of love sounds within the room as your boyfriend tenderly surges himself in and out of you.

“Shit, Ony…” You moan with a squeeze, seeing as your body was folded in half and your anklet was dangling by your ears.

The man continues surging forwards, his face screwed into a fix of concentration as he focuses on the frothy white rings that sit at the base of his dick.

“I love you so much.”

He says with a grunt and he plants a fumbled yet chaste kiss to your lips.

Onyankopon was hitting all the right places but it was as if no moans could be enough to express how whole you felt with him filling you up. All you could seek to do was cover your eyes with your arm, your ajar mouth pressing out throaty sounds in conjunction with Onyankopon’s thrusts.

But your boyfriend wasn’t appeased with you hiding your face from him. If anything he loved watching you up close, deep into your soul as he brought you to your pinnacle.

It’s because of you why he believes soul ties are real because he’s certain no matter the quality of any other pussy, none could beat yours.

“Look a’me.”

He says with a grumble, and you only reply with a defiant whine.

Onyankopon continues powerhousing himself in and out of you as he takes your arm by the wrist and gently pulls it away.

“I wanna…see you.”

Reluctantly you let him have his way but upon revealing yourself to him, Onyankopon keens forwards. He tries his best, concerning he’s still fucking you vigorously but your boyfriend chastely kisses the tears that have stained your cheeks.

His chest pangs at the thought that you’d try to hide your venerability away from him.

“You okay?” He pants whilst his forehead taps yours.

You nod, albeit you let out a winded moan and instead let your head fall against the pillow.

“S’too big.”

Onyankopon breathily grins at the sideways compliment but there’s suddenly a certain boldness in him that wells up from deep inside. As his strokes become more fierce, the man feels the urge to pour out the subtleties of his heart.

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

He says into your eyes as he hovers over you and for once, you keep his gaze. However, in only suspecting his words as sex talk, you don’t take it to heed.

“Can’t wait for you to officially be mine. Me yours. Make you my Ride or Die.” He moans.

Onyankopon’s strokes become more prominent and your arms are guiding around his neck. You pull him in closer so that you could sloppily kiss his lips and you swear there and then that you could feel something different switch in him.

“L’ve you too, yans.” You say against him, but from his gaze you can see he means what he speaks.

Onyankopon is staring at you so vividly, a look you’ve never seen him posses before and his next words instantly make so much sense.

“M-marry me, shawty.”

He mumbles and despite the cheesiness of it all, you can’t help but find yourself nodding.

“You meant what you said back then?”

Your voice was small, almost too small to hear.

But you know Onyankopon heard it regarding he slightly stiffened from beneath you as you lay on top of his chest. He contemplated playing dumb but he was too tired of going round in the endless circles.

“About asking you to marry me?” He clarifies.

“Mm.”

“Yeah. Hunnid percent.”

The TV was on, some show about super strong men doing extreme sports but it wasn’t entertaining you right now. As far as you were concerned, your boyfriend has asked for your hand in marriage and had now reconfirmed his words post-sex. Believe it or not, this was far more important.

With raised eyebrows, you look him up and down.

“Really? With no ring, Ony?”

The man makes a small ‘ah’ noise before leaning over and opening his second to last bedside drawer. His hand shuffles around the drawer space but soon enough, he pulls out the velvet box hes been carrying with him.

You sit up with a gasp as the man shows you the slim gleaming ring. Even whilst proposing to you, lying down buttnaked underneath the bed covers, he still found a way to seem so calm.

“I wanted to do it super cool but...I’m sorry. I know I should have planned it and everything — and at one point I did! — but shit hadn’t gone right and…yeah, I just couldn’t hold it in, I had to ask you then.”

Taking the box with a face of bewilderment, your jaw hangs. You inspect the jewellery in all it’s worth.

“No way…when d’you get this?”

Onyankopon lays his hands behind his head as he looks up at you with adoration.

“Had it for ages. Been planning it for way longer.”

You hold the ring towards the light coming from the TV and watch it twinkle. An overwhelming feeling takes over you and with a pout, you look over at the man.

“Ony…” You look like you’re about to cry and the man can only lowly chuckle. His hand however comes to endearingly rub at your side.

“Ay, don’t get all sappy on me now.”

“I’m not.”

You say, as a sniff leaves your nose and you hand the ring back to the man. The man gives you a slightly concerned look, thinking you’re denying his advances but you’re quick to reiterate you’re reasoning.

“Put it on for me.” Your words are mumbled as you offer the man your hand.

Onyankopon is quick to remove the silver band from the hold of the box to then slowly slide it onto your finger. His eyes are in deep concentration as he holds his breath, hoping it’ll fit but alas, the ring is a perfect size and it snuggly sits at the base of your index.

Once the rings on, you let out a happy sniff as your eyes admire the jewellery. The man runs a thumb over your knuckles as he stares at you lovingly.

“You like it, shawty?”

Despite your previous unfondness of the petname, you can’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you at the use of it. This moment had been a long time coming and despite not thinking it’d ever look like this, you’re content with how it panned out.

“I love it.” You muse as you twinkle your fingers within the palm of your fiancé’s hand.

Onyankopon whispers ‘and I love you’ before before lightly pressing his lips against your hand and the sparkling ring.

You couldn’t help but agree more.

[jujutsukatsuki]

Eren calling you a stupid girl when you drop something and bend over to pick it up, forgetting about the short skirt you were wearing. A skirt that drove him insane.

Eren calling you a pretty girl when you look up at him through your lashes, his lips curling into a grin as you tell him you’ll love him forever and you can’t live without him.

Eren calling you a bubbly girl when he’s talking to his friends about how giggly you are around him and how you’ll talk his ear off about anything and everything.

Eren calling you a dirty girl when he’s balls deep in your cunt, fucking you into the warm hood of his car because you couldn’t wait until you got back to Eren’s apartment, your pussy was dripping and fluttering around nothing as you told him all about how you wanted him to fuck you stupid.

Eren calling you his girl when you’re passed out in his passenger seat, wearing his coat. Thighs sticky with his cum as it slowly leaked out of you. Bruises derived from his lips littered your skin.

[just-your-local-cryptid]

Armin arlert is either a sub who needs to be dotted on until he cries (that boi is a pretty crier and we all know it don’t deny it), or the most manipulative dom you have ever seen in your life.

[arlerts-angel]

thinking about academic rival armin fucking and spoiling you to keep your grades just under his.

he's a spoiled only-child, his parents are stupid rich, and his dad is part of the board of trustees. it's dire for him to graduate college as summa cum laude.

he comes to you, desperately laying out the terms and conditions; he'll fuck and buy you whatever you want, whenever you want so long as you keep your grades under his.

he convinces you, and now you're pulling him by his letterman jacket to your dorm room.

he likes being on top.

taglist: @i-literally-cant-with-this @ringsofsaturnnnn @milky-aeons @darkstarlight82 @toji-girl-main @la-undercover-latina

[slut4mika]

!? - afab!fem! reader - she/her pronouns. praise. degradation. use of strap-on. spitting. jealousy + toxic behviour. implications of car sex.

butch! ymir who's car smells like cigs and washing detergent. she likes to take you on late night car rides - an arm hanging loosly out the window, cigarette in hand while one finger taps on it to rid of the ash before putting it in her mouth to switch hands on the steering wheel. she likes to put her hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze and pulling into the nearest parking lot, tips of her digits ghosting your panties.

"i'm not looking at anything. just look so fucking good right now y/n, gotta have my way with you baby"

butch! ymir will spoil you maybe a little too much. she wants to pay for your nails so she can feel them claw at her biceps and back. she'll spend her money on anything you want, all you have to do is ask for it. and maybe suck on that strap of hers.

"fuuuck yeah look at that, dirty slut drooling all over my dick. have you no shame baby? look at me princess come on,"

butch! ymir who likes to spit on you. it's not that she looks down upon you necessarily - well maybe that's a little untrue, but she just thinks its so cute to see her girl looking up at her from between her legs, with spit running down her face, the drool trailing out of her mouth mixing with it.

"you're just a filthy fucktoy huh? letting me spit on you, easy bitch will do anything for me to fuck her. keep gagging on me like that and i might just give you what i know you want"

butch! ymir who will eat you out until you are begging her to stop. she is mean, point blank. it's not her fault though, you just look so cute grinding on her face, so desperate you don't even realize you're getting your slick all over her face - maybe a more accurae assumption is that she's just too good for you to care.

"mm fuck tastes so good baby want you to cum all over my face until you're fucking crying for me. you know i love it when you cry for me princess, come on don't you wanna be a good little slut?"

butch! ymir who gets jealous too easily and you know it. which is why its so fun to toy with her, flirting with historia until you can see her eyes turning practically red. you know it'll end with her shoving your face into the mattress and fucking you until you cry. she wants you so fucked out, the only thing you're thinking of is her. she knows you know only she can make you feel this good but sometimes you just need a little reminder <3 and her fat cock stretching you out <3

"yeah you fucking like that? being treated like a stupid whore? dumb bitch can't even speak. what would you say if historia saw you like this? crying all over my cock like a dirty slut? you're mine princess. i'll make you sure you never fucking forget it"

[lentiku]

he’s there,

standing in the doorway, watching your arms reach behind you to zip up the silky black dress he bought. his eyes devouring your form, the lacey underwear disappearing beneath the dress as the zipper climbs higher and higher before stopping right under your bare shoulder blades, no bra to cover the delicate skin.

“baby, please help me,” you ask sweetly, meeting his eyes in the mirror of the vanity you sat at. he stopped adjusting the tie around his neck and took long strides over to you, not once breaking eye contact until he knelt to the ground behind you. his larger hands covered your own gently and you lowered yours, expectant of him to finish pulling up the zipper so you could get on with finishing your appearance. instead, a soft kiss was placed between your shoulder blades. then another. and another. one right above the other until they reached the nape of your neck before veering to the right. his kisses turned hot as they reached the soft spot right behind your ear, and you felt him nibble a bit as his hands traveled down your waist, finally stopping and gripping the fat of your hips.

“baby, c’mon. we’ve had this reservation for months now; we can’t dally like this or else we’ll be late. i still need to finish my hair and makeup,” you let out a soft moan, his nips becoming harsher and you were sure there was to be a red mark on your neck by the time you made it to the restaurant.

if you made it.

“baby, please,” you said again, your tone a little harsher.

“shh. let me drink up the sight of you right now,” he groaned into your neck, his hands moving back up your body and to the front of your dress, hovering right under the curve of your breasts. “once we leave, i won’t be able to put my hands on you for hours.”

“you’ll survive. now please; my dress.”

“fine, fine,” his hands grazed over your breasts in a teasing fashion, and you were sure he felt how hard your nipples were. letting out a content hum, you could see the smirk on his lips before he grasped the zipper and finished pulling up, cautious of the delicate fabric. “i wish i was the only one to be able to see you like this, you’re so sexy,” he murmured before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back around to sit on the edge of the bed.

“you see me every day honey, we live together need i remind you,” you teased, fixing up your hair in a loose bun before pulling out some strands to curl later.

“yes, but this is a different you. one that everyone will be looking at, one that people will be wanting and wondering about. one that people will want to steal. i bet someone will even wonder what you sound like,” you watched as he continued with his tie before straightening out his coat and running a hand through his hair.

“you’re the only one who gets me, and will have me,” you hummed, brushing mascara onto your lashes before you turned around, sending his a cheeky smile. “and hear.”

“you naughty minx,” he laughed as you brushed some gloss onto your lips before getting up and doing a spin for him.

“how do i look?”

“beautiful as always. although i don’t understand why you put makeup on, or did your hair. it’ll just become messy later,” he shot you a wink, and you smirked before bending over.

“oh i’m already messy,” you pulled down the lacey underwear you had on and tossed them to him before slipping on the heels by the vanity. “c’mon, lover boy. we gotta go before we’re late,” you said sweetly as you pulled on a coat before grabbing your purse.

needless to say, your hair and makeup were messy before you even got out of the car. and you were late with a few hickeys littering your neck down to your visible cleavage.

characters imagined;

eren, jean, diluc, neuvi, wrio, zhongli, ratio, jing yuan, welt, daichi, iwa, kuroo, oikawa, miya twins, issei, PRO HEROS bakugo, hitoshi, kiri, tamaki, hawks, your fav character <3

[bachiras-toaster]

kinktober day 1: masturbation : ̗̀➛ drabble

WATCHING YOU TRAIN ~ : ̗̀➛

ARMIN ARLERT x gn!reader

cw: pervert!armin, m!masturbation

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, no matter how hard he tried. There was something about the way you moved, the way you elegantly dodged all of your opponent’s attacks during your sparring match with one of your friends. He hated how much he got off of seeing the way your sweat trickled down the sides of your exposed arms and the way it caused your uniform to cling to your body to reveal the patches of your skin that clung to the fabric.

He had his shirt lifted up by the teeth to gain better access towards his veiny cock that ached for your touch. He whined against the cloth of the shirt that was wedged between his teeth as he peeped through the window towards the courtyard to watch you as he ran his hands very steadily along the base of his length, drawing out his moans every time he saw you throw another punch.

His heart raced at the idea of you possibly catching him in the act, though it made him disgusted at himself at the idea that you could find him creepy or perverted. A part of him felt even more turned on at the humiliation that could come with it, but he would have nothing to help him reach his high if you were to start avoiding him after finding out that he frequently masturbated to you training.

[planeteroticaaa]

obviouslyy there’s isn’t a “no” option because i plan to do this anyways because the amount of idea’s i have when listening to these songs on repeat is driving me fucking crazy—

like i’d probably have it like my last gojo drabble, but a forming situationship of two ig “players” who almost know nothing about each other, but still want each other for themselves though refuse to settle down (making it a BIT toxic) in more depth than i had it last time (of course that’s not it, but that’s the basics)! might even throw some x geto in there to piss of gojo like what are we thinking??

and if yall think THAT’S a good idea, this is totally random but, just wait till i put my kiss land oneshot collection idea in plan for the aot men. it’s the same concept as my eren yeager oneshot inspired by the weeknd’s kiss land song, but it’s different scenerioes with different characters, inspired by each song in the album! oh i can’t wait until i have a long ass break from school and a new computer. . .

is it a bit TOO obvious i’m an XO girl😓