#jean drabble

[sparklykaminarii]

"cmon baby one more..." he coos into your ear, nails still digging into the fleshy fat of your ass as he guides your hips up and down on his girthy cock. he was determined to get one more orgasm from you. he had to.

it felt like forever. you had been bouncing up and down on his shaft for what felt like ages. you couldn't even recall when it all had started. one orgasm to another, he simply couldn't get enough. he was addicted.

you felt that same knot in your stomach tighten again, this time it was much tighter and intense. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened, your nails engraving small crescents.

your boyfriend had noticed this, he swiftly grabs onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming himself into you at an cervix bruising pace. it was so quick you could barely could even process your own high approaching by second. then you felt it.

back arched, eyes rolled all the way back, jaw dropped, legs trembling. it was intense and heavenly. you've never felt anything so good in your life. it was so good that you didn't even notice the fluid you had squirted everywhere.

as you came back down from your high you realized your boyfriends thrusts had came to an abrupt end. "w-whyd you stop?" you ask, somewhat disappointed. but your boyfriend was looking into your eyes, a cheeky smirk plastered all over his face. "dirty girl- you squirted on me..." he panted out, slowly beginning to buck his hips into your cunt again.

you notice the tacky thin layer of liquid painted between your thighs and his lap. you let out a breathy sigh before your boyfriend whispers into your ear.

"y'think you could do that again for me pretty?"

gojo, geto, nanami, kirishima, hawks, denki, eren, jean + any of ur favs !!

[3-dsimp]

Could you do a drider breeding fic? Creampie and eggs. Size kink is a musttt. Maybe a bnha character? Whatever character you choose is cool just none of the villans pls. Btw your fics just ajrjdkndjekdndosn💖

A/n: I ended up doing a general smut Drabble hope that’s okay and thx you! (>^ω^<)

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! + Drider Male! breeding, tummy bulge, praise, overstimulation, eggs, size kink, pussydrunk, rough sex, cum inflation, creampie.

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Imagine him grinning widely as he ruthlessly slams you up and down onto his engorged cock. His muscles flexing with each movement while he relishes in your wetness gushing around him.

"Oh you’re such a good girl, taking my dick like a world champ I’m so proud you sweetheart~"

The man praised, whilst sticking his tongue out like a dog. A pussydrunk look apparent on his haggard features. While You were fucked out of your mind, completely full to the brim from his previous thick goopy loads of his sperm. Which leaked past his dick that served to be a temporary plug to keep all his spend inside of your flooded womb.

"Damn I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy she’s so tight, so perfect Princess. I could fuck you all night long and still not get my fix."

A low heated chuckle escaped his lips as he felt up your rounded belly. Which was sloshing with his eggs and cum of which he meanly crammed into you. Despite your whines of discomfort, he couldn’t resist bullying every inch of his pulsating meat inside your quivering quim. The telltale of his balls twitching against your ass for the fourth time in a row. Made your cunt clench pathetically around his throbbing shaft.

"Shh baby it’s okay I know how you love getting stuffed full of my cock. Daddy’s gonna give you one more load so make sure not to spill any of it mkay?"

He purred nipping at your nape as his hips continues to pump into you, his massive dick filling you up completely as he uses you like a fleshlight for his own pleasure. Your bodies moved together in a primal dance, lost in the moment. The only sounds were your collective harsh breathing and the wet slaps of flesh against flesh.

"Fuck yes! That's it, Take it all. Take everything I have to give. Mmh you’re such a good girl. Shit this pussy is to die for~"

He moaned in a breathy hiss as he manhandled you into a mating press and began to move savagely, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you with a satisfying wet smack. Your walls clenched around him, milking his spurting penis for all he was worth.

[7brownsuga7]

Happy international women’s day lovelies <3

It’s international women’s day, so what better way to thank you and show you his admiration than having his cock curving into you, brushing against your tight walls and hitting your cervix? Having you cry out in pleasure as he thrusts into you repeatedly, not giving you a chance to catch your breath.

He’s so thankful to have you in his life. He wants to show you how empowering you are, and how much you inspire him. He wants to use this day to show you that he recognises all of your aspects and contributions.

He’s shown you how thankful he is for you, told you, and now he wants you to feel it. The great woman that you are… The good woman that you are…

So ready for him to fuck you like his life depends on it. Burying himself inside of you with so much precision and eagerness that it has you crying out for him. Nails clawing at his back, leaving your mark so people know he belongs to you.

The flower arrangement sits on your bedside, a small gesture to show his appreciation for you, even though at the moment he’s showing his appreciation in other ways.

Despite his harsh thrusts, his hands are careful as they roam your body. Touch like silk. His words just the same, so soft and delicate as his words flow through your ears and run through your body, making your pussy clench around him. Your juices coating his cock and the sheets below you. You’re always so wet for him.

“Nghh please” you cry out as his balls repeatedly slap against your ass, him hurried deep inside of you to the point he’s knocked all the air out of you.

“Please what baby?” He looks at you to see if you’re in any pain. He knows he can get too carried away, he can’t help it. Especially when he can feel your pussy clenching around him, sucking him in.

“Too good” you let out a breathy whimper, “too good” he kisses your collarbone as he whispers an “I know”. His own voice failing him as a whimper escapes his lips too. Head falling into the crook of your neck as he lets himself bask in everything that is you. Your pussy, your scent, your embrace, everything about you.

And when you both cum undone, him throbbing inside you as you both come down from your high, thick liquid oozing out of you, mixing with your juices, is when he’ll remind you of how much you mean to him.

And he’ll fuck you again and again and again, because showing you his appreciation is better than just telling you.

[erensfeed]

content: boyfriends who would flash their headlights before leaving through the driveway, as their way of saying they love you.

note: i really love the concept & idea of a bf so i wrote this.

ps. i still can’t believe that men aren’t real :c

It’d become your ritual by now, this endless loop of ‘I love you more’—something you both say especially when you know you’ll miss each other, even if it’s just for a few hours.

Today was no different.

You leaned against the doorway, still wrapped in the warmth of his last hug, and watched him shoot you that adorable smile that always made your heart flutter as he walked backwards away from you.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he said, his voice softer than his playful growing grin suggested as he took another few steps back.

Laughing, you said his name fondly. “We’re literally seeing each other again soon in like… five hours.”

“Yeah, but that's like…” he gently shook his head like you didn’t understand. “…forever.” he added, a small feigned frown forming on his face after.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but with a soft smile, you reminded him, “What matters is that at the end of the day, you’ll be back in my arms.”

And just like that, his expression softened, eyes warm as he took in those words.

“Fine… I love you.” he said as he was taking another step back, and by now, it’s instinctive — so with a deepening smile and a slight scrunch of your nose, you fired it right back at him, no hesitation. “Mmm, I love you more.”

He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head once more as he started toward his car, already knowing where this was headed. “Okay, you know I’m not gonna let you win this one, right?”

“Oh, you just keep telling yourself that babe,” you teased lightly, a warm laugh slipping out.

"Only ‘cause it’s true,” his grin widened as he opened the car door. But before getting in, he lifted his hand to draw a quick heart over his chest, then pointed back at you as his way of saying—it’s all yours. And just to make sure you knew, he added, “That means I love you more."

He got you there, you couldn’t lie. Shaking your head, you decided to let him think he had the last word by nodding and even giving him a little wave as he climbed into the car. Once he settled in, you made a quick and small ‘buckle up’ gesture to remind him to, and he caught it right away. Through the windshield, you could see him mouth a ‘oh oops—yes, ma'am’ before that. And you noticed he never took his eyes off you as he clicked it in place, giving you a double thumbs-up with a boyish grin after.

Still smiling, you lifted your hand, making a little phone gesture by your ear—another silent reminder for him as you also mouthed a, ‘Call me when you get there, okay?’

He laughed, nodding exaggeratedly, as if he had no intention of forgetting as he started the engine. Already, you could feel that warm tug in your chest, the one that happens when you start missing him.

As he starts backing out onto the road, you couldn’t help it — you thought it softly, adding his name with those three words.

And then, as if he somehow heard you, his headlights flashed one—two—three—four times at you with a smile and a wave, just before he fully backed out from the driveway to the road. A quick, unmistakable, quiet message of:

‘I love you too.’

As you stood there waving back to him, your heart grew full when you processed it, a peaceful, quiet joy filling you as you watched him go.

The moment was so tender, because he was pretty much saying, ‘I’ll always find a way to say it back.’

And honestly, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

After his car had disappeared down the road, you headed back inside the house, settling onto the couch—that same small panging feeling of missing him coming back again. When suddenly, an impulse struck, and with a smirk, you whipped out your phone to quickly type out:

⊹ don’t think i’m letting you off that easily tho babe 🤑 i still love you the most 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Seeing your text at the next stoplight, he smiled to himself like a fool.

eren. gojo. rafayel. caleb. jean. + your favs !

[abby-s-phillips]

Cosplay

Boyfriend!Levi x Reader

Summary: Levi leaves his uniform and ODM gear out. The opportunity is too good to pass up.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 458

You had been lying in Levi's quarters for what felt like hours at this point. You knew he was supposed to meet with some of the higher-ups, but you hadn't expected it to take literally all day. You were starting to get bored.

You decide to clean up a little bit. Not that anything was dirty--Levi liked to keep the place nearly spotless. But that speck of dust on the corner of his desk? That had to go. And that stack of papers? You found a folder to put them in.

And then, you see it. Levi had left his ODM gear laying out, and his green cloak was thrown carelessly over the back of his chair. You really shouldn't touch his things. But he wouldn't be back for awhile, and this was too good to resist.

Which is how you found yourself in the barracks a couple hours later, Sasha, Connie, and Jean huddled around you in a circle.

"Pathetic," you scoff, making sure to imitate Levi's harsh glare "Absolutely pathetic."

Cue the fits of laughter from your friends. Jean wipes a tear from his eye, hardly able to keep it together.

"Something funny, horseface?" you bark, "Laugh again. I'll have you cleaning the latrines with your toothbrush for a week."

The group erupts into another round of laughter.

"You think you're important because mommy told you so?" you laugh mockingly, "News flash: you're not. Get back to work."

"Wait--" Sasha manages to wheeze between giggles, "What about that comment he said to me the other day?"

A dangerous grin spreads across your face as you walk up to her.

"Maybe if you spent less time inhaling everything in sight and more time running, you'd survive longer," you seethe, "But hey, who am I to judge? At least you'll be slow enough for a Titan to catch you first."

Connie is clutching his stomach at this point, and Jean is gasping for air. Although you had fully committed to the bit, you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips.

"And how would I react if someone stole my gear?" you hear a voice from the doorway--cool and dangerously calm.

Shit. It was Levi. Your smile fades instantly, and your face pales.

"I--uh--" you try to explain, but you're at a loss for words.

Within two strides, Levi is next to you. He gently takes the ODM blades from your hands and resheathes them. He then takes a moment to adjust the cloak around your shoulders, which had become slightly crooked. You stare at each other for a moment. Then, you squeak and dart off, running as fast as your legs will carry you.

He just sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Tch, brat," he grumbles.

[lolitakirstein]

Sleepy men

How the men of Aot sleep/cuddle and what they wear

Ft: Eren Levi Jean Reiner

Cw: nothing really, fluff? Hint of smuttiness. 

EREN: He’s a restless sleeper. Constantly tossing and turning. Mumbling. Slinging his arms over and around you when he rolls over to curl up next to you, mushing his face into the crook of your neck and kissing it. He generally just wears his boxers, nothing fancy. “I sleep hot,” he admits. And good god yes the guy is a FURNACE, you sometimes have to push away from him during the night because he gets so warm. “Get back here” he’ll whines, reaching blindly for your body across the bed. “You’re burning me up!” you say, putting space between you and his hot body. He’ll groan and then throw the covers off of you, exposing you to the cold room. He smirks as you yelp at the cool air and immediately curl back up into him.  The heat DOES pay off in the winter because you sneak your cold feet onto his back. “Goddamn, get those ice cubes off of me!” he mumbles sleepily into the pillow. “But your sooooo warm,” you giggle. 

Levi: He sleeps like a Victorian child struck down with the plague. On his back, hands across his chest like he’s in a casket. He doesn’t move once during the night. “I don’t want to mess up the bed that much,” he says. He wears luxury silk pajamas with his initials on them. It was difficult when you first started sleeping together, you didn’t know if he was a cuddler or not so you just laid on your side next to him for the first few stays over. However, you got brave enough and ask “Do you like to cuddle?” He takes a beat before answering, “Its been awhile since i’ve done such activities but i’m not opposed to it.” You take that as a go-ahead and wrap up against his side, his arm curls around your shoulder, gently stroking your bare arm. “Is this ok?” you ask. He sighs, “Actually this is perfect.” He loves having the weight of you on top of him, sometimes your legs thrown over his. Even when you turn away in your sleep, he will reach a hand to keep on you, just a reminder that you are there with him. 

JEAN: This man is a fucking BED HOG! No matter how big the bed is, they cant contain his tall frame and long legs. He sleeps in a band tshirt and basketball shorts. He will let you wear one of his tshirts to bed as well. He’s a blanket snob too, always stealing them from around you. “Jean I’m cold!,” you pout, trying to tug the covers from around him. He’ll laugh at your pathetic whining and pull you to where you are both on your sides facing each other. His long legs tangling with yours. “Better,” he’ll ask, kissing your nose. “Much” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent. When you have a nightmare and are fretting around in your sleep, he will wrap his lean arms around you, kissing your sweat-damp head trying to soothe you. “Hey i’m here, its ok.” he’ll murmur. He easily relaxes you back to sleep. 

REINER: He sleeps in flannel pants and shirtless AND he is a CUDDLER!!!! From the moment your ass hits the mattress he is dragging you close to his body. He loves spooning, the feel of your naked back against his bare chest and the smell of your clean hair is like a sedative to him. “God you smell so good,” he says into your neck. He’s always struggled falling asleep, but once you started spending the nights, he was finally able to get the best sleep he’s ever got. He loves it when you spoon him, draping your tiny body over his muscular back, sometimes tracing your fingers up and down his back and kissing the nape of his neck as you both drift off. When you sleep on your back he lays on his side to face you and wraps his arm over your torso, legs intertwined. He loves watching you sleep, and how peaceful you look. It makes him feel so incredibly lucky. You always wake up to him stealing kisses on your neck or chest or even between your legs. He is ALSO ravenous in the morning. 

[dawn-moths]

Thinking about Dabi and his motorcycle, how he pulls up beside you one day when you’re at a cross walk, both of you waiting for the light to turn green. He revs his engine once, twice, the growl of the machinery taunting you to just glance his way. Finally, you give in, swiveling your gaze towards the figure in the glossy black helmet, catching your reflection in its spotless shine. He flips up the eye shield, gives you a wink, and you feel your cheeks heat. But you’re unable to look away. Those sapphire blues have you paralyzed, like a thing in nature that warns of danger, all at once beautifully entrancing and terrifyingly electric. You feel like you’ve met somewhere before, even if just in brief passing, but you don’t have much time to ruminate on the memory. Because the light turns green and then he’s revving the engine again, flipping the eye shield back down, and speeding off to disappear around the next concrete turn. But it’s ok. Now that he’s seen you, he’ll be sure to track you down again. And next time, maybe he’ll be able to convince you to let him take you for a ride.

[miffy-00]

i literally cannot stop thinking about jean being the epitome of getting no play despite being so fine

like his friend literally clown on him so hard for like being one of the finest guys in their fg but once he starts opening his mouth he repels girls 😭😭 i picture eren and connie being the meanest.

“tbh he’s wasted genetics” “what are you good for bro..” eren is his biggest hater hes like “talking about girls won’t get you a girl man you need to talk to them” and “i can try help you but it would just be a waste of my time” and ITS MESSING HIM UPPP LMAOO WHY AM I BEING SO MEAN TO MY BBY. okay anyways yeah he just gets even more in his head about talking to girls

i don’t even think jean is THAT bad when talking to girls like he’s not rude or gross but more so just SOOOO awkward. like he’s confident bc he knows he is fine but he is also soooo unsure of who he REALLY is and it shows iwl. like he just covers everything he says with sarcasm as a way to avoid being deep and personal. bc jean is so emotional and can really see eachothers emotions and feelings but i think it’s hard for him to be open. it really comes out when he’s talking with girls though he’s like yes i’m so ready to talk to her but he just misses the mark. every. single. time.

“you’re cute, but i know that so it doesn’t even matter”

and bless him bc he’s so happy with himself. but it makes no sense. you’re so puzzled and he’s just looking at your adorable face but then he’s repeating it under his breath bc you look so confused.

“you’re..cute..but..i..know….i..know..?” then the light bulb comes and “oh shit, i meant that you’re cute but you know that so there’s um..no point in me talking to you” and he’s so embarrassed bc it’s equally as shit the og way. but he’s rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact.

but yk you’re patient you wait it out. you giggle and he’s just becoming more attracted to you bc why wouldn’t he be ! and you lean in to him making him more comfortable and say “it’s nice to be complimented. thank you” and he’s just so happy like he would never admit it but he loves when a girl takes the lead ! your head is slightly tilted you’re looking up at him through your lashes your glossy lips are curving into a smile like he can feel your body and energy next to him and it’s driving him cray cray !

“youre jean right?” you smile “it’s crazy you really do live up to the rumours” you start to giggle again. jean is giggling too just because you are and is ignoring what you just said. until he clocks it and he’s like oh fuck

“my rumours…i have rumours…what..rumours?” rubbing his neck again is clearly a habit for him when he’s nervous. internally, jean is worrying so bad like rumours RUMOURS ?!?! i think jean knows his reputation is a bit um yk divided let’s say ! but he’s genuinely feeling something with you so whatever bad flirting story it is he is literally praying that you still like him.

“that you can’t flirt. for shit. if a gun was pointed at your head you’d break down and tell your family you’ll miss them bc yk you’re going to die“ and jean is relieved there was too many stories that could be used against him but a simple “you can’t flirt” he could live with that.

“oh..yeah..it’s true ! i’m fine but the f in fine doesn’t stand for flirting with girls” he joked, desperately wanting for your approval “who told you you’re fine ? hmm? maybe i just can’t see it ?” you tease but he starts scrambling “i was just um joking mb mb” throwing his hand up and rubbing his neck AGAIN you have him sick lol. “ i was just playin with you jean.. you’re fine…but yk that though so we don’t need to talk”

he shakes his head and starts laughing. you two are a giggly mess. you’re matching his energy PERFECTLY and he’s so down with it “if we can’t talk right now.. can i get your number..” he’s PRAYING on this on you because seriously you match his energy so well and there’s just something so magnetic about you and he just wants more. like he can’t even look at you he is down BAD he’s never waited so anxiously for something in his life

“pass your phone…” he’s fumbling around in all his pockets his hands are sweaty and he’s like juggling his phone just to not drop it. he hands he phone and even if it’s just for a second his hand touch’s yours and you guys are smiling like idiots at eachother. his heart is pounding he’s so nervous around you. “anddd..done…bye bye jean” you chastely kiss his cheek and walk away with a grin plastered all over your face. and as you walk away eren and connie walk in.

“you good man?” and he’s just in shock jaw is wide open hand covering his mouth and he is gripping his phone. he’s just staring at his phone thinking maybe i can flirt… he’s full on reflecting on himself and thinking what the fuck i did it i really did it.. and eren and connie are just shaking him and slapping his face to like break him out of his comatose state LMAOO

but when he starts speaking again and reveals what happened theyre like “I KNEW YOU COULD DO THAT SHIT! lowkey we’ve been sleeping on you man !” and “about fucking time man well done” and the hug that men do follows and there’s even more hyping up after they find out it’s you that he pulled “NAH I DONT BELIEVE IT I DONT BELIEVE IT” connie legit starts jumping up and down he’s hyped and eren he’s like a dad or something patting him on the back and saying “good job” 😭

that was the day jean flirting worked successfully

a/n: gulp this is so scary !! first post..but tell me what you think i’m open to literally any feedback and i hope you enjoyy

[fetch-those-damned-bolt-cutters]

You think you can hurt me? I write star trek fanfiction knowing absolutely nothing about the medical and scientific fields

[delulu4anime]

ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ ʙʟᴜʀʙꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ɴɴɴ

⚔︎ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ! ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇʟʟʏꜰɪꜱʜ ꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟ. ᴇxɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡ🔞

⚔︎ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴊᴏʙꜱ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

⚔︎ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ɪ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɴɴɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪ ʟᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ.

⚔︎ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴇᴅ.

⚔︎ ᴛᴡ'ꜱ: ᴍᴀɴʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏɢɢʏ, ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɴʏ, ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜱᴇx, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx, ᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱᴇx ᴛᴏʏꜱ, ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀɪɴɢ, ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴇʟꜱᴏɴ, ꜱɪxᴛʏ-ɴɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜʀᴜᴘᴘʟᴇ, ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘ ᴏɴ, ꜱᴄɪꜱꜱᴏʀɪɴɢ.

⚔︎ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀᴍᴀꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏʟᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ

ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜʏ’ꜱ

⚔︎ ᴇʀᴇɴ

⇥How long does he last: About two weeks.

⇥Surprisingly resilient that is until you wear his shirt around the house on your days off.

⇥Pops a boner and the thought of taking care of it crosses his mind.

⇥But after what felt like the thousand time of splashing cold water on his face he couldn't do it anymore.

⇥He stormed into the living room where you sat on the couch. Fuck it.

⇥He yanks the thin fabric off of you and manhandles you over the arm of the couch.

⇥He's about to fuck you like he hates you for indirectly teasing him.

⇥Results? Loser.

He has one hand pressed down between your shoulder blades while the other has a bruising grip on your hips. His own snapping repeatedly against you as your ass ricochets off him. The sound of your skin meeting his echoing out throughout your living room. What a stupid bet this was anyways; there's no one in the history of forever that has ever lasted an entire month without touching their significant other. Especially one as pretty as you.

"F-Fuck baby just like that. Keep squeezing around me. You know you've missed this just as much as I have."

⚔︎ ᴀʀᴍɪɴ

⇥How long does he last: To the end.

⇥This precious baby.

⇥Too wrapped up on the fact exams are around the corner.

⇥Doesn't really care about NNN but thinks it's cute that you try to get him to cum before the end of the month.

⇥He's lost count on how many times you've climbed on top of him and rode him until you came.

⇥You really thought you could get him but the moment December 1st hit he spent that time doing what he really wanted to do now that exams and that silly little challenge was over.

⇥Results? Winner.

Your fingers buried in his hair as you arch your back and moan out his name. His hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked his length quickly. His pre-cum started out as lube before he switched hands and his fingertips covered with your slick was used to make it nice and slippery.

"Love making you feel good baby. It's what you deserve. Now lay back and take what I give you okay?"

⚔︎ ᴄᴏɴɴɪᴇ

⇥How long does he last: surprisingly almost till the end.

⇥This stupid bald idiot really was so determined to win this. Jean bet him fifty bucks he wouldn't be able to win and Connie was about to call his bluff.

⇥You were supportive cause hey, money is money. You both agreed. No sex, no revealing clothing, and no provoking media.

⇥It was easy and there was only a few days left before the end of NNN. The money was as good as yours.

⇥Until you both were cuddled up and watching Sex in the City of all things and for some reason he popped a boner.

⇥To be fair the money didn't matter. Not when he was thrusting up into you as you rode him on the couch.

⇥Jean's mocking words in the back of Connie's mind. He had more important things to focus on.

⇥ Results? Loser.

"S-So pretty like this." Connie panted out as he watched your expression. Your hands grasping his shoulders as you moved your hips though it was futile was how he snapped his hips up the way he did. "Pussy feels so good baby. Gonna make it mine over and over again."

⚔︎ ᴊᴇᴀɴ

⇥How long does he last: To the end.

⇥He made a bet with Connie and he didn't think he'd be able to win.

⇥But it turned out to be a busy month for both of you.

⇥Thankfully of course because the way you came in after work, despite being tired, looked so pretty to him.

⇥Especially when you took a shower after work and the urge to stroke his cock to the image of your naked body with water droplets running down your body.

⇥He didn't even get a chance to fuck you until you were a few days into December.

⇥ He ravished your body in the shower after you both got home.

⇥Results? Winner.

The water cascading against his back as he had one of your legs hooked over the bend of his elbow. One hand digging into the flesh of your plush thigh while the other held onto your jaw gently. He wanted to make sure that you looked at him while you came undone for him. His hips snapping against you as you held onto his biceps for dear life. You knew you both were exhausted but for some reason this felt better than it ever had before.

"Shit baby, you're so beautiful. Love seeing you like this. Love feeling you. Gonna cum for me okay? Be a good girl and cum for me."

⚔︎ ᴢᴇᴋᴇ

⇥How long does he last: To the end but barely.

⇥He had to distract himself so many times and you surely didn't make it easy for him.

⇥Seeing you making him breakfast in the morning in nothing but his shirt suddenly had him craving you instead of breakfast.

⇥ You eventually caught on to what he was doing and you started teasing him more. Like walking into his study late at night when he was grading assignments for his students. Leaning down and kissing his pulse point on his neck and running your hands down his chest.

⇥The way his breath hitches as you slowly start to unbuckle his belt only to pull away and have him cursing under his breath.

⇥ It was no surprise the second the clock struck midnight you were woken up by your lover practically ripping your clothes off. 

⇥ Results? Winner.

"You little goddamn tease." He growled in your ear as he gripped your leg tightly. You were on your side and his other arm had snaked around you and was holding you by the throat. Squeezing the sides gently every now and then as he thrusts inside you. "I'll make you think twice about teasing me like that ever again." He grunted as he continued to destroy your poor pussy. His hand that had been holding your leg now letting go and sliding down to rub your clit. "Now you're gonna cum for me again and again. It's the only apology I'll accept."

⚔︎ ᴇʀᴡɪɴ

⇥How long does he last: To the end.

⇥"My love do you know what No Nut-" "November? Yes, I'm well aware of what it is. I'll do it if you'd like but I'm not sure how well I'll do."

⇥Fucker forgets you had even asked him to do that.

⇥He was so wrapped up with his work at the lab trying to test the serum he made to help with chronic back issues to even think of anything else.

⇥ To be fair you were wrapped up in work too so you hadn't even noticed until it was December before you figured you would congratulate him.

⇥ It was a simple kiss that shouldn't have been anything more than that. A simple kiss.

⇥Oh but it turned into so much more.

⇥ Results? Winner.

You cried out in pleasure as he continued to pound into you. He had you folded into a nasty mating press and you watched through teary eyes the white ring around his cock only get messier. You lost track of how many times you had cum and when you look into those sea blue eyes Erwin couldn't help but groan.

"Can't believe I went an entire month without this. Never again. I want to feel you wrapped around me forever."

⚔︎ ʟᴇᴠɪ   

⇥How long does he last: Till the end plus some.

⇥Let's say it all in unison now: sadist. 

⇥Knows allllllll about NNN from all the young interns at the lab. Even his boss, Erwin, knows about it which is saying a lot. 

⇥He's more than happy to entertain you. Goes a whole month and a half actually and you were practically begging him on your hands and knees to fuck you.

⇥Oh and he does. Exactly like you are right now. Kneeled before him with a harsh grip on the leash attached to the collar he has around your neck.

⇥The dildo you're riding wasn't exactly what you were wanting but it was better than nothing. Especially with how much you ached. 

⇥Results? Winner.

Levi gives a harsh tug to the leash causing you to take his cock deeper into your throat. He hums in approval at the way you gag around him.

"Ride it faster." Levi commands and you do as your told and ride the toy faster and he lets out a groan. "There you go my desperate little pet. See how rewarding it can be when you're patient." 

⚔︎ ʀᴇɪɴᴇʀ 

⇥How long does he last: 2 hours and 15 minutes.

⇥This poor touched starved man.

⇥Can you blame him really? I mean he loves you so much. He can't help it.

⇥The moment you brought up NNN he hated it. 

⇥You honestly made him accept the challenge cause you thought it would help with his training. He said he wanted to do resistance training for wrestling anyways so why not?

⇥He was the best on the team and so you figured this would help him. 

⇥Spoiler alert...it didn't.

⇥Results? Loser.

He had you in a full nelson and you were already fucked dumb. You grabbed onto his wrists as he thrusted inside of you at a brutal pace. All you could do was take it. You had already cum once and he still was going. You were sure that his stamina was going to be the death of you. The sound filling the room over and over again. You couldn't believe he was still going but you knew you had brought this upon yourself. You had wanted to test his endurance and you were getting just that.

"F-Fuck sweetheart," Reiner moans out. "Taking this cock so well. S-So good...love you too much to ever do that stupid challenge again."

ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʏ’ꜱ

⚔︎ ᴍɪᴋᴀꜱᴀ

⇥How long does she last: To the end.

⇥She had heard of NNN from Eren but never understood the hype.

⇥The only reason she even agreed to it was because you gave her those puppy dog eyes she could never resist. 

⇥The deal was to see who cracked first and unfortunately that was you.

⇥I mean fuck have you seen her working out? 

⇥You never knew cross country needed that much work out and soon you started to wonder if she was doing stuff on purpose.

⇥Anyways it was no wonder you caved before you really wanted to and you tried. You really did but she kept bringing up the fact November wasn't over yet.

⇥To your dismay she goes the entire month without so much as a kiss.

⇥She makes up for it though by pulling you on top of her a few days into December and you happily accepted it since you were practically touch starved.

⇥Results? Winner.

You moaned against her folds as you felt her tongue dive into you again. Your nails digging your nails into her thighs as you dived back into eating a meal you had been deprived of since the beginning of November. You knew Mikasa felt the same way despite making it through the entire month because she been buried in your pussy the moment she stripped you down and pulled you to her face. You could feel your thighs tremble around her head with the way she flicks her tongue the way she did that drove you crazy. You whine against her and you can feel her smile against you.

"C'mon baby. Cum for me. I don't plan on moving from this spot anytime soon."

⚔︎ ꜱᴀꜱʜᴀ

⇥How long does she last: One week

⇥She's actually the one that suggested it to you and Niccolo.

⇥For some reason she was bound and determined to win this.

⇥You and Niccolo took it as a challenge of course and you made a bet between the two of you secretly.

⇥Who was going to break Sasha first?

⇥It was you of course. The way you whined her name that night you all had one too many drinks during Connie and Jean's after party.

⇥She snapped and the moment you touched her thigh.

⇥You looked so pretty in that dress and the way you blinked up at her with that pout lip?

⇥It was no wonder she grabbed you and your shared boyfriend, Niccolo, by the wrists and dragging you both to the first empty room.

⇥Since you won the bet between you and Niccolo, your reward was that he'd fuck you in any position you want.

⇥You had the perfect position in mind.

⇥Did the first empty room really have to be Floch's bedroom?

⇥Oh well it didn't matter. Not when clothes were pushed out of the way and the moans started to come from all of you. 

⇥Results? Loser. 

The way Niccolo snapped his against your arching core caused your tongue to pause its movements against Sasha's pussy often. She whined loudly as her grip on your forearms tightened. The noises you three made were easily drowned out by the music playing throughout the frat house. The full size mattress was barely big enough to fit all three of you and it creaked often under the weight it normally never felt. 

"Stop teasing." Sasha whined out and Niccolo sped up his movements with a moan. 

"Maybe you should've held out longer. You don't get to cum before she does." Niccolo grunted out as he was fixated on the way your tongue started to move against Sasha again.

"H-Hate you guys so much."

⚔︎ ʏᴇʟᴇɴᴀ

⇥ How long does she last: To the end. Easily.

⇥"Let's do No Nut November." "What?" "Do you seriously not know what it is?" "No genius I don't."

⇥Gods why do you always have to explain things like this to her. She's surprisingly so dense when it comes to this kind of stuff.

⇥"Oh yeah I heard about that on TikTok. Sounds stupid."

⇥Babe...c'mon.

⇥Agrees to do NNN and you expect something with all the teasing you had done but nope. 

⇥She's like Fort fucking Knox. 

⇥You die though of course. A whole month without the strap? Read your obituary now. 

⇥Need her so bad it makes you look pathetic and that's her favorite.

⇥Results? Winner.

You feel her place a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. Her grip on your wrists, she had pinned behind your back, tightens. Her hips snapping against you and your muffled moans along with the headboard hitting the wall fill the room. She moans softly while her grey eyes darken as she watches you closely.

"So desperate princess. Do you realize how pathetic you look right now? Acting like this all because we went a month without sex. Maybe we should do this more often. You sound so pretty for me right now." 

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ꜱ

⚔︎ ʜᴀɴɢᴇ 

⇥How long do they last: Technically only lasted three weeks but you give them the win.

⇥Hange has two weaknesses: the constant need for knowledge and you.

⇥When you asked them about NNN they gasp with the most excited look on their face.

⇥"I was hoping you'd ask me! Let's do it! I can do a little experiment on this."

⇥They really thought they'd be able to outlast you easily.

⇥That wasn't the case at all.

⇥You quickly see how clingy they started to get. Wrapping their arms around you and kissing your exposed shoulders

⇥Trying to make out with you whenever you could and putting their hands all over your body.

⇥You could feel how desperate Hange was so you decide to call it.

⇥Results? Semi-winner.

You moan Hanges name as they grind their core against yours. It felt beyond heavenly and you wondered how you were even able to go this long without feeling Hange against you. Hange gazes down at you with lidded eyes as they adjust their hips against you. Your leg over their shoulder as they placed gentle kisses against your ankle.

"That's it sweetheart. Wanna hear you. I did win after all didn't I?"

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2024 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴊᴇʟʟʏꜰɪꜱʜ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛ

[artspats]

Soda-Pop

The sun had just set, and the air in the backyard felt warm and inviting, the water in the jacuzzi bubbling lazily around you. The steam rose in gentle swirls, almost like the world was encouraging you to relax.

And, of course, that’s when he showed up.

"Nice to see you enjoying yourself," Patrick’s voice rang out, playful and cocky, as he stepped into the jacuzzi with that signature smirk on his face. His wet hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water dripping down his neck. He was shirtless, still in his tennis shorts, and you couldn't help but feel the heat creep up your neck.

"Patrick," you said, trying to sound casual and pushing the thoughts aside. "You're late."

He slid in beside you, the water splashing around him. "I had to make an entrance," he teased, leaning back against the edge of the tub. "It wouldn’t be dramatic if I didn’t keep you waiting."

You roll your eyes, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at your lips. "Of course. How could I forget?"

Patrick glanced at you, his grin turning a little more mischievous. "I’m guessing you’ve been thinking about me."

You raised an eyebrow, giving him a skeptical look. "What? Just because you think you're unforgettable?"

"I don’t think I’m unforgettable," he said, eyes twinkling with the challenge he always brought to the table. "I know I am."

You splashed him playfully, laughing when he leaned back with an exaggerated "Hey!" in protest. But even as you tried to pretend his cocky attitude didn’t affect you, you couldn't stop yourself from remembering the night before, when you had been sorting through your box of memories. The one with all the letters, photographs, and little tokens from your past crushes.

You had found it there, tucked beneath a few folded notes—a painting you'd made of him after one of his tennis matches. The image was still vivid in your mind, like it had been just yesterday. It was a close-up, capturing him in a rare moment of vulnerability, sweat dripping down his forehead, his hair damp and messy before he wiped his face with a towel. But despite his exhaustion, his expression was more... alive. Like he was daring the world to challenge him, and, at that exact moment, you realized he was also daring you to pay attention.

You had worked on that painting for days, carefully choosing colors that would convey the raw energy of the moment but giving it a touch of your own like. It had been hard not to fall for the guy you’d immortalized on that canvas, but it wasn’t just the picture that had made your heart race. It was the way Patrick had looked at you that day.

Patrick's voice interrupted your thoughts. "You’re thinking about something," he said, leaning toward you slightly. "What is it? You sure you’re not thinking about that painting you made of me?"

Your heart skipped. He had no idea, right?

You laughed, trying to keep your composure. "Maybe. What if I was?"

"Well, then," Patrick said with a grin, his gaze narrowing playfully, "you must’ve captured my best side. I know I'm a masterpiece."

You couldn’t help but snort at the audacity of it. "A masterpiece? Please, you’re barely a work in progress."

Patrick tilted his head, his grin deepening. "Barely? I think I’m at least worth a painting or two. Wouldn’t you agree?" He leaned in a little closer, teasing. "You really know how to make a guy feel special."

For a split second, your heart did that familiar flutter. His words, his presence—they still affected you more than you cared to admit.

"I’m starting to regret that painting," you teased, brushing your hair back.

Patrick raised an eyebrow, unbothered. "You can't regret something that’s perfect."

You rolled your eyes, the playful tension in the air undeniable. "Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating in the air. "I think you should admit it: I’m unforgettable. Not just in paintings, but in real life too."

You stared at him for a moment, half-laughing, half-feeling something more than just amusement. He was still the same Patrick. Cocky. Playful. Always just the right amount of challenge.

"You're lucky we are pretending," you said, leaning back against the edge of the jacuzzi, finally letting yourself relax a little. "Otherwise, I'd be really annoyed by you."

"Oh, I know," he said, his grin wide and triumphant. "I’m irresistible."

"You're insufferable," you corrected, but even as you said it, you could feel yourself laughing.

“And you’re impossible,” he shot back, eyeing you and tilting his head slightly.

For a moment, everything felt simple. Like none of the complications of the past mattered, just the two of you in the warm water, trading jabs, just as you always had. Maybe he was a little cocky, a little full of himself—but you couldn’t deny it. You had a soft spot for the guy who had always kept you on your toes.

As if on cue, he leaned in again, this time less playful, more intent, and his voice lowered, his words almost a whisper. “Like I said, you’re impossible to read. But I think I’m starting to get the hang of you.”

“Are you sure about that?” you asked softly, suddenly aware of the heat between you, the close space.

He didn’t answer you. Instead, his hand reached over, brushing your arm ever so lightly as he moved to sit beside you. The sudden proximity had the air thick with anticipation.

The bubbles shifted between you, adding a moment of disarming softness, as if the jacuzzi itself was urging you both to stay in this suspended reality a little longer. And before you could even second-guess yourself, Patrick’s hand was gently resting on your cheek. The touch was so subtle, but so firm, grounding you.

Patrick’s grin widened. Without warning, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was soft at first, testing, questioning. But it deepened, slowly, as though the moment was unfolding all around you, the tension you’d been dancing with finally giving way. His hand moved to your waist, pulling you a fraction closer, the heat of his body mixing with the warmth of the water.

It was sweet and gentle, so different of how you would think his kisses could be. Like you were figuring out how to breathe in the same space for the first time.

〜 ☆

[demonsslayersstuff]

When You’re Sick (AOT Men x Reader)

A/N: Drabble/ head canons of how some of men from Attack on Titan would take care of reader when they are sick. Did this for JJK, stay tuned for the Demon Slayer one. No warnings, mostly just fluff Enjoy!

Characters: Erwin, Levi, Jean, Eren, Armin

Erwin Smith: *I just finished season 3 and I'm so gutted, I won't give spoilers away but I legit cried.

This blond haired blue eyed king is the commander for the Scouts so he is busy with a capital B. However if you were sick he would make the effort to take what little breaks he has throughout the day to stop by and check on you

I could see him bringing you hot tea or water when he stops by, placing it on your night stand as he leans down to give you a light kiss on the forehead

As the commander he doesn't want to get sick so he'll keep his distance if your super sick, but he would still come by to check on you and making sure your getting the best medical care

Once your on the mend I could see him making more of an effort to end his day earlier than normal so he can come cuddle you in order to make up for his slight distance whilst you were sick

You hear the bedroom door creak open as the last rays of the sun dip down below the wall. You sit up slightly in bed as your partner comes into view. "Hey darling, how do you feel?", Erwin asks as he comes a bit closer to your bed, placing down the tea he'd brought with him. "Better, still a headache, but no longer coughing, so I think I'll be good to back to work tomorrow", you tell him with a light smile. "I'm glad to hear that", he says coming to sit on the edge of you bed. Erwin reaches out to softly touch your forehead, noting the lack of fever before he leans to give your forehead a light peck. "Will you stay?", you ask him with pleading eyes. "You don't have a fever anymore, so I think I can if that's what you want", he replies. "Then please stay", you tell him. "Ok", Erwin responds before standing up to remove his his jacket and gear before climbing into bed to join you. "Thank you", you whisper as he pulls you to his chest. He hums in response, content with stroking your hair softly as the two of you enjoy a quiet night together.

Levi Ackerman:

Similar to Erwin, he is a busy guy, but that doesn't mean he won't take the time to take care of you. Before he starts his day he is making sure your taking meds, drinking plenty of water, and eating a little bit of food before he feels comfortable with leaving you

100% stopping by during meals to check on you and if you were really sick I could see him taking you to a doctor or getting you the help you need

We all know our short king is a bit of a clean freak so I could see him going out of his way to make sure your room stays fresh and clean, even though your sick, he'll mask and glove up to clean up your dirty tissues and such

If your super sick he'll keep his distance because he needs to stay healthy, but would want updates and such as your recovering. If you aren't to sick I could see him making an effort to just spend a little bit extra of time with you. Levi is a very caring person, so he would make sure you felt cared for during your illness.

"Goddam you look like shit", Hange says as you walk into the kitchen. Levi looks at you with a concerned expression as you hobble in the room. "Feel like it too", you mutter as you move to make some tea. "Maybe you should go lie down, I'll bring you some tea", Hange says with a bit of concern in their face. Before you have chance to respond, Levi cuts in. "Go back to bed, I'll bring you some food and water", he stays in an authoritative tone. You don't even argue, you just nod your head as you turn to head back towards your room. It's not long before Levi enters, gently placing a try of what looks like soup and tea on your night stand. "Eat", he says as he comes to sit on the edge of your bed. "M'not hungry", you say looking at him tiredly. Levi's eyes soften. "Eat a few bites, for me", he says softly, a tone reserved just for you. You take a few bites before you shake your head, signaling you've had enough Levi sighs, but doesn't push you further. "Sleep, if you don't feel better by dinner I'll take you to the doctor", Levi says pulling the blankets up to your chest. You nod your head slightly, "Thanks", you whisper. "Anything for you", he replies as he heads for the door.

Jean Kirstein:

He would do anything and everything for you when your sick. I feel like his partner would be his number one priority, so you'll be taken care of by him

I could see him taking you to the doctor right away, he doesn't want you to get any sicker. If your not sick enough to be resting, Jean would definitely take on some of your work to help lighten your load

He's making sure your eating, getting the necessary fluids down, and making sure you get rest if you need it. Even though your sick that doesn't bother him, he'll cuddle you and what not in order to make you feel better

If he can't be around you when your sick, you best believe that any chance he gets, he's stopping by to check in on you.

"Here", Jean says as he hands you a cup of hot tea. "Thanks love", you whisper, throat too sore to talk at a normal volume. "Of course, I do wish you'd rest though", he replies, a worrying look in his eyes. "It's just a cold, it'll pass after a few days", you tell him before sipping the warm drink. "Ok, but after dinner no staying up late, straight to bed", Jean tells you, giving you a serious look. "Fine", you mutter, though deep down you were happy to follow his command. Jean smiles lightly before kissing your cheek. The two of you spend the rest of your lunch break in comfortable silence.

Eren Jeager:

Eren might not seem very worried on the outside, but on the inside he's a bit anxious when your sick. Does not want you to do any sort of work, even if all you have a simple cold. Could see the two of you having a little argument over you working

Get's what you need without you even needing to ask. Want some tea, already in your hand, head sore from a headache, he's massaging it for you before you go to bed

No shame in sticking close to you if you sick, he's holding your hand/ cuddling you even if it puts him at risk. He wants to make sure that you are cared for in anyway shape or form

If he's unable to be around when your ill, Eren is totally asking Mikasa or Armin to keep an extra eye on you and to update him if anything changes

"You need to stay in bed, you have a fever", Eren huffs as you make your third attempt to crawl out of bed. "I don't care, we have work to do", you tell him angrily. "Hey, even the captain said to take a day of rest, so stop arguing with me" Eren replies with equal anger in his tone. You stop fighting at his words, "Really?", you question. "Really, a sick solider is more of a burden than an un-sick one, so please lay back down" Eren tells you. You sigh, but listen to him. "Fine, but only because the captain said too", you mutter as Eren softly drapes a blanket over you. "Do you need anything?", he questions softly as he gently rubs your cheek with his thumb. You shake your head no, before turning your head to kiss his palm. "Then I'll see you at lunch, please just rest", Eren says before standing up to put on his jacket. "Thank you", you tell him and you mean it. "Of course, sleep", are his last words before he slips out the door, leaving you to get some much needed rest.

Armin Arlet:

One of the sweetest boys out of the whole group. If your sick, he's there for you, even it means putting himself at risk. I could see him going personally out of his way to make you tea or even make you food himself if he has the time

Even if your not sick sick, Armin is already getting you permission to take a sick day, he's not letting his partner get more sick. If your really sick, Armin is taking you to the doctor

Tries to be with you as much as possible, but similar to Eren if he can't be with you he would ask one of his friends to keep an eye on you.

I could see him reading a book you or talking to you in his free time if you felt bored. He's going to do everything in his power to make you feel better

A light touch to your forehead is what wakes you up. "Armin?", you mutter, sleep still heavy in your voice. "Shhh, go back to sleep, I was just checking on you", he responds quietly. "What time is it?", you ask, rubbing sleep from your eyes. "After dinner, you slept most of the day", Armin replies a bit sheepishly. "Damn", you say, moving to sit up. "Don't worry, I brought some food if you feel up for it, but if you want to sleep, I save it", he tells you with a small smile. "I'll eat now, thank you", you tell him you heart swelling at his thoughtfulness. Armin sits on your bed, conversing with you while you eat and once the food is gone and your ready for more sleep, he gives you light peck on the forehead with the promise he'll be back soon to cuddle with you.

[aiizenn]

men who finger you under the table as you try to talk about your makeup routine to the camera — that was clearly live. little whimpers would fall from your throat as his pace increased, not giving you the chance to catch your breath. the filthy noises heard in the room besides the low music in the background. you attempt to push his hand away, yet he doesn't budge…his movements only make it harder to keep in your moans. the brush in your hand giving away how badly you were shaking.

“go on pretty girl, show ‘em how you get ready..” he whispers, his hot breath hitting your inner thigh. when you look up to the camera your face makes your followers worry. the buzzing from your phone is unstoppable; countless comments questioning if you were okay. “i’m okay everyone, just a small stomach ache” you answered. the noises decrease as you put the brush down and get the next beauty item. “so this is the concealer that aahh…” you’re cut off as you feel your boyfriend's tongue within your wet walls. his rough fingers spreading your lips, allowing for more than just the tip to taste your sweet nectar. beads of sweat start to drip from your face, the bright lights displaying it to the hundreds of people watching you.

your unoccupied hand reaches for his hair pulling him in more. the motion of his tongue was sinful, every thrust added more the coil in your stomach. moving your hips forward to get more friction, makes him chuckle. the vibrations adding unimaginable pleasure. “keep talking baby” he voices. the split second he removes his tongue, you pathetically whimper. “em sorry, as i was saying this is the concealer brand that i re-recommend.” you manage to say. “this is the technique tha-aghh” you feel three fingers in your dripping cunt, and his skillful tongue on your clit—flicking it. you drop the concealer and land both hands on his hair, small expletives turning into loud ones. wailing his name as your orgasm gets near, you look at the camera with pleading eyes then look up. his fingers reaching your spot, you’re about to cum until the camera and bright lights turn off and his fingers are removed. “only i get to see how you look when you cum, pretty girl.” he states as gets up. with his veiny hand wrapped around his veiny, thick cock.

༊ * · ˚ gojo, geto, gintoki, shinji, grimmjow, eren, &’ jean

[rissouu]

okay but wait can we get some jean fluff cause i love fluff...the jean girlies are in a bit of a famine over here🥲🤲🏾

YESS I LOVE MY JEAN GIRLIES, I GOT YALL BACK!

“you must be high bro, gotta be-“ your boyfriend mumbled while looking at you with concern, you had over sized sweats on (which were his) along with a plain black tee shirt and the matching hat, (which were also his).

you were scrolling through youtube earlier and came across a new trend— ‘dressing and acting like my boyfriend to get his reaction.’ your first thought was that you had to do this to jean, so here you are.

“man what are you talking about? better go on somewhere,” you forced a deeper voice, trying to walk like jean but utterly failing in the process.

“look at yo’ dumb ass about to fall, take my shit off.”

“jean stop being a fucking hater!”

[odysseus-day]

On Thea Muldani

The first time she meets Jean Moreau, he smells like sweat and antiseptic, like gauze in desperate need of changing, like blood going sour beneath mounds of rotting bandage. She doesn’t even recognize him as a person at first — just another bruised, sharp-edged body among the wreckage Riko gathers like trophies. But then he looks up, and his face is all too wrong to be anything but real. Too young, too thin. His skin is swollen where it should be smooth, hollow where it should be full, like someone has carved him down to the bone just to see what would happen. His lip is split, the blood dry and flaking like rust, and when she shifts her weight between cleats, he flinches so sharply it’s like he’s already tasted the pain of it.

Jean Moreau is on her court, and he looks like something that has been left too long to rot. His wrists are too thin, his skin too pale except the violent hues that stain his sunken face — yellowed bruises, half-healed cuts, fresh red welts that still weep and ooze. The blood is drying black at the corner of his mouth, but he doesn’t wipe it away without permission. He doesn’t meet her eyes either, just stares somewhere past, like he’s been trained not to see. 

When Riko shoves him forward, his knees buckle, but he catches himself on instinct before he hits the ground. A mistake. His breath hitches, and she sees it — the way he braces for an impact that doesn’t yet come, the way his shoulders curl inward, waiting for unpredictable hands to leave their mark. 

“He’s fourteen,” Riko says, stalling it out before he finally gives into his own pressing cruelty; Moreau is on his knees before she can even raise a brow at the notion, blinking up with gray eyes as hollow as a chasm, wondering surely if she’ll be yet another captor to grind him into sand. “Isn’t that ridiculous?” 

“He’s fourteen,” Riko says, like it’s a joke, like Jean should be grateful he made it this far — and maybe he should be. There are worse things than being Riko’s pet. There are worse things than kneeling on this beautiful court, waiting to be told exactly where your worthless life belongs. Thea has seen what happens to the ones who don’t listen, the ones who don’t survive. So when Jean stays silent, when he doesn’t even dare to beg, she knows exactly why.

Fourteen. It’s not even a number that shocks her anymore — it just makes sense. Riko collects broken pieces. He likes watching them mend themselves back together in all the wrong ways. Jean Moreau is nothing new. Just another name to forget, another body to shape into something that could someday be useful. Fourteen means nothing when you’re standing on this court. Fifteen means nothing with a racquet in hand. He’ll be sixteen soon enough, and then what will it matter? Seventeen, eighteen, dead…

But Jean Moreau disgusts her. Not because of what’s happening to him — she knows better than to care — but because he’s still breathing, still moving, still existing silently despite it all. He’s already lost, already ruined, and yet he blinks up at her with those dull, stupid eyes like he thinks there’s something left to salvage. Like he thinks there’s a way out of this.

He doesn’t cry, and maybe that’s what gets her. He flinches, braces, with a desperate plea in his expression, but he doesn’t cry. Not even when Riko shoves him down again, not even when he lands hard on one wrist and something audibly crackles and pops. He just breathes through it, steady and practiced like a mantra or an oath. And Thea wonders — how much can one person take before they stop being a person at all?

Submission is vital for any Raven, but weakness is a vulnerability she knows best how to poke and prod at, peeling back each fraying thread until the toys she’s handed are far too unraveled to put back together. Riko rearranges the pieces until they’re too displaced to gild back together with anything pretty; Thea goes in for the kill. His violence breaks the body, her words warp the mind. They’re a team in all the worst ways; he’s a stepping stone to claw her way up the ranks.

Jean averts his gaze when Riko’s stare turns back on him, and he doesn’t look at her again. He doesn’t look at either of them. And Thea knows, without having to be told, that it’s only because he is simply not allowed. She wonders if she could make him flinch. If she reached out now, if she traced one of those ugly, half-healed bruises, would he break apart beneath her hands? If she peeled back the gause, gently traced the length of each open wound, tilted his chin ever so upward to meet her eyes. 

Jean is just another stray, another body thrown into the pit. He can wear a number on his cheek all he’d like, but he’ll never find his way off of the ground. 

“Well isn’t he cute?” she coos.

Jean doesn't react to her words, and she wonders briefly if he even knows how to anymore. If anyone has ever called him cute before, if the word even registers as an insult the way she intends it. His fingers twitch against the pristine court, curling slightly inward, but he keeps his head bowed, his shoulders tight. He’s waiting.

Thea’s thoughts wander, flicking briefly back to the green-eyed boy in her fondest memories. She can almost taste the sickening sweetness of the scenes that dance in tune with one another, how soft and pliable he was back then. She remembers Kevin as he was when they met, how his eyes were too bright and far too full of hope. He carried himself like he still believed in something, like he was so irrevocably important he could still be saved from this. She broke him in a different way — she breaks him in a different way, day in and day out, as Riko snickers to himself within earshot. Not with fists or kicks, but with that slow, delicate unraveling, making him bend to her with the kind of gentleness that would’ve made anyone else gag.

But Kevin didn’t. He doesn’t. He obeyed and obeys, folding under her, crumbling into her hands like softened clay. That has always been his weakness — his softness. Always too kind, too desperate to please. He’s “cute” in a way that makes Thea sick, a boy so eager to do anything to escape the mess he’d found himself in, so broken by his own desire to be loved.

She could test this boy. She could toe that decrepit line between suffocating fondness and gentle cruelty, could trace a finger along the underside of his swollen jaw just to watch him swallow back his instinct to flinch. She could tilt his gaze, force his eyes to meet hers, see if there’s even a person left in there or if Riko has already hollowed him out completely.

But she doesn’t.

She could test Jean, but briefly her mind flickers back to how intensely Kevin would retch at the cruelty. He’s never had the stomach for it Riko does, and building one inside of him is much more work than she has the patience for. 

Still, it makes her wonder. What would it have been like, if she had him the same way Riko has Jean? She could have done much more with that kind of softness. She could have made him the tool she needed, or maybe she could have shattered him completely. Kevin had never been the kind of broken that left pieces in his wake to scrape back together; he’s more like a ribbon, twisted and knotted until the shape of him is unrecognizable, and the tangles run far too deep to ever undo.

She pulls herself from the thought and focuses back on Jean. She taps her racquet against the ground, another idle movement that carries the quiet power of someone who knows they don’t have to act to control the room. Jean’s body is still bent, his head still low. He doesn’t cry. He doesn’t break.

Instead of snapping the stick over the spinier point of his back, she exhales sharply through her nose and shifts her weight again like she’s already lost interest. If she acknowledges him for too long, it might come across as if she cares. And she doesn’t. She can’t. He isn’t worth the energy to pick at bit by bit, to torment and tease until he’s falling apart in her hands. 

Jean Moreau is just another broken thing, another body on the pile they’ll use to climb to the top. He’s fourteen, but what does that mean when you’re a Raven? He’ll learn like the rest of them. He’ll keep his mouth shut and his head down, and if he’s lucky, he won’t end up smeared across a locker room floor before he can be at least somewhat useful.

“Position?”

Thea watches Riko step forward, watches his shadow stretch long across Jean’s hunched form, and she doesn’t move to stop him. She never does.

“Backliner,” he sneers with a wild fury in his eyes. “Yours to train, if you can even stand him.”

There’s a brief moment, just before the first kick, where Jean presses his knees tight against his chest, like maybe he’s considering bracing for it, maybe he thinks if he moves just right it won’t hurt as much. But it will, it always will, and she will watch every time. She will watch with her arms folded and jaw clenched, eyes focused and expression blank. She will watch with every ounce of whoever she may have been before this turned off, shut out, lying next to the boy’s crumpled little body in a grave as shallow as the depths of her own empathy. 

She will watch, and maybe if he’s lucky, he will die.

She will watch, and maybe if he’s luckier, he’ll give in.

“I don’t know, boss. I’m already a bit sick of him.”

[7brownsuga7]

You’re an overthinker. He noticed this the first time he met you. The way you would absentmindedly bite your lips and let your thoughts take over. That simple action had him eager to have your lips wrapped around his cock. He had told himself that he’ll fuck you until all you’re thinking about is his cock inside of you. The pleasure and pressure of him inside of you taking over your worrying thoughts that haunt you. His hands that would roam every inch of your body in hopes that his hot touch would distract you. The way he would whisper sweet little reassuring things in your ear, wishing to ease your mind.

For Jean, Levi, Connie, Reiner, Erwin, Nanami, Choso, Hiromi, Gojo, Geto, OT7 BTS & anyone else you’d like to add 🩷