#lue-arlert’s 100 followers event

[lue-arlert]

LUE BABY CONGRATS I AM SOOOO HAPPY YES LET'S GET THOSE NUMBERS UP BABES

Could I get Erwin and Miche for a poly ship, nsfw, and like duh I'm a sugar baby (don't ask how that's gonna work because it just does.)

Thank you babes 😘😘😘😘

Rachel my sweet my darling thank you so much, you’re about to have a lovely night at an opera house dinner with your men uwu

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You could feel their eyes on your tits. How could they not look? They spent hours going back and forth picking the perfect dress for you for your first date tonight, and fuck did they make the right call.

The way the neckline plunged from the thin spaghetti straps, the way it hugged your body all the way down to the slit exposing your smooth thigh.

They couldn’t take their eyes off you, sitting side-by-side across from you, both blond, broad, suit-clad men studying you and looking forward to the rest of their night with you.

The taller of the two, Miche, leaned forward with his elbows on the dinner table as the lights dimmed and the curtains of the stage across from your balcony began to slide open.

“You look dashing tonight, dear.” He said as his eyes finally trailed back up to yours. “Do you like your dress?”

“I love it, sir,” you smiled bashfully at him, reaching up to fidget with the necklace they also bought you when they first asked you to be their baby. “Thank you.”

Erwin, the second of your new daddies, nodded with a soft smirk. “You’re welcome, princess. We’re glad you do.” His foot slid across the floor to yours, nudging your bare toes from your strappy heels. “You ready to enjoy the show?”

As the waiter stopped at your table to pour your champagne, you nodded, taking your glass by the stem and took a gentle sip. “I am.”

The music began and you eagerly turned to face the stage, scooting to sit at the end of your seat to get a better view over the balcony's edge.

It was a magical show. The performers timed their motions with the music so well, costumes perfectly in place, voices booming and delicate all at once.

The music gave you the chills, and your daddies watched as your goosebumps made your nipples hard, and they glanced at each other, nodding knowingly.

Your steak dinner was long finished and plates cleared from the table, and you held light conversation with the men, leaning against the table purposely pushing your breasts together with your biceps. The longer you were in their presence and the longer you noticed their eyes on you, the more you were ready for the rest of your night.

Soon, they decided it was time to leave, and they escorted you out of the opera house to their limo awaiting you all at the entrance, and you returned to your shared hotel room suite.

There was more champagne awaiting you alongside a bucket of chocolate covered strawberries, a classic favorite of yours.

As you stood at the counter grabbing a piece of the fruit, you felt a strong hand sliding across your bum and turned to find Erwin standing behind you. You noticed right away that there was already a tent in his perfectly pressed trousers and you grinned at him over your shoulder. “Can I help you, daddy?” You asked with a sweet voice, turning fully to him with the large strawberry between your fingers.

He took the treat from your hand and gingerly held it to your plump lips.

You glanced up at the tall man through your dark lashes and wrapped your lips around the chocolate snack, sinking your teeth into it and sucking the dripping juices into your mouth as you chewed on the delicacy.

He nearly groaned at the sight before calling over his shoulder to Miche. “Are you ready for our little baby, sir?”

You looked around the stocky man before you and found your other daddy sitting on the end of the bed, pants undone and his thick cock in his palm as he stroked it. “I’m ready for her, Erwin. Bring her over.”

He took your hand in his and guided you to the other blond, standing you in front of him with his large hands on the rounds of your shoulders, leaning down to kiss the top of your clavicle. “Can you kneel down for him, princess?”

“Yes, daddy.” You breathed, lowering yourself to your knees and placing your hands on Miche’s thighs, your eyes never leaving his dick.

Miche reached out to touch your cheek, caressing it as he looked up and down your trembling frame. “Are you nervous, dear?”

“No, not nervous,” you shook your head, biting your lip as you finally met his eyes. “Excited.”

He gave you a wicked grin and slid his fingers to the back of your head, your hair laced between them. “Excellent.”

With that, he pulled you forward, bringing you close until your lips were wrapped around his cock.

A tiny part of you was oddly looking forward to seeing how your new lipstick would hold up with this action. So far so good with eating and drinking, how was sucking dick going to fair?

He groaned as your tongue immediately began to flick against the underside of his shaft, letting out a breathy sigh to follow it. “Already, you’re making me feel good, baby.”

Erwin bit his lips at the sight of Miche’s fist around your hair, the way your head bobbed over his cock making him slightly jealous.

The men had an agreement that they wouldn’t be jealous of the other receiving affection, but goddammit did this look absolutely desirable to him.

He quickly undid his belt, lowering his pants and briefs to his thighs to let his long cock free, grabbing it at the tip and giving it a few slow pumps.

“Can you moan for your daddies, princess?” He asked with a low voice.

You obliged, happy to let the vibrations of your throat send shivers through Miche’s body.

And he was happy to receive it, leaning back on his free hand while he humped up into your mouth. “Our little dear knows what she’s doing.” He panted as he thrusted harder into your hole, glancing up and meeting eyes with Erwin. “Why don’t you let your other daddy feel how good you are at this?”

You nodded and pulled your lips away, surprised and delighted to see that you didn’t leave any lipstick on his delicious cock.

You turned your torso to face Erwin’s crotch and blushed at the sight of his girth, wider than Miche’s but just about the same in length.

He grabbed your jaw and tilted your face up to him, squeezing your cheeks. “Open.”

You followed orders and lolled out your tongue, gasping as he sheathed his cock into your warm hole with a groan.

While he fucked your mouth slowly, Miche reached forward with one hand and folded your tits, stroking himself once again as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Your tongue swirled around Erwin’s length, and you moaned against him as well, trying to appease the both of them.

Appease you did. He began to grow too excited to fuck you and grabbed your hair, pulling you from his cock. “Get in the bed.” He growled.

You nodded while licking your lips and stood, crawling around Miche to lay on your back.

The men undressed themselves, their eyes once again never leaving your body.

Miche sat on his knees on the edge of the bed and pointed at you lazily. “Take off the dress.”

You pouted and brought your hands to your breasts, cupping them gently and running your thumbs over the soft fabric. “But sir, you paid so much for it, don’t you want to see me in it a little longer?”

He leaned forward and gripped your calf, yanking you to him as you let out a soft yelp. “I said,” his voice hardened while he climbed on top of you. “Take off the fucking dress.”

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, lifting your hips as you pulled it over your body, then your shoulders to bring it over your head and tossed it to the side.

“Oh, Erwin,” he purred as he took in your naked form. “She didn’t wear a bra or panties.” He glanced up into your eyes with his lips twitched up at the corner. “You were ready for us, weren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” You giggled, biting your lip.

Erwin crawled around Miche to sit beside your head, looking down at you, practically drooling at the sight of your perfect tits on display. “I can’t wait any longer, Miche,” he nearly growled, reaching a hand out to grope you.

“Then I’ll get started.” The mustached man quickly brought his hand down to your already-wet cunt and ran his fingers through your folds, pulling a hiss from your lips. “Oh, dear, you’re soaked for us. Just from a couple of blow jobs?”

“Yes, sir,” you moaned, reaching down to grab his wrist. “I’m ready for you.”

He nodded as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips, sliding his fingers into you with haste.

You moaned into his mouth as pumped his digits in and out of your tight hole, then brought your free hand to cover Erwin’s, still wrapped around your breast.

After stretching and prodding you, Miche was satisfied with your heightened moans, and he pushed your thighs back to spread you wider, positioning himself in front of your hole.

He made eye contact with Erwin once more, who scooted around to straddle your head, tilting your chin up so your mouth grew closer to his leaking cock.

With a nod between the two of them, they each sank into your opposite holes, pulling groans of pleasure from both of them.

Your mouth was warm and wet, your pussy tight and dripping.

They thrusted into you, leaving you choking and moaning and writhing from their dicks filling you at each end, and you reached around behind Erwin to cup your hands over his perfect ass cheeks, pulling him deeper into your throat as you sucked and hollowed your cheeks while your legs circled around Miche’s hips to pull him closer.

The men became whimpering messes at how good you made them feel, their bodies electrified at the feel of you wrapped around them. They each held onto your hips and waist, occasionally palming your breasts, sometimes exchanging glances to each other.

What really got them going was when they leaned in to each other, locking their lips as they fucked you deep and hard, and soon they were each twitching inside of you. Erwin came first, pulling away from Miche’s face as he shot thick ropes down your throat before pulling out and looking down at you.

“Swallow it all, princess,” he demanded with a rough voice, and you did so, then stuck your tongue out to show him how well you obeyed him.

“All gone, daddy,” you mewled, rocking your hips with Miche’s thrusts.

He soon came, snapping his hips once more into you, his own load filling you up to the brim, some oozing out around his cock and down his balls.

He pulled out of you, panting, and reached up to hold your face, tilting you forward to face him. “You were so good, dear, so good for your daddies.” He leaned down and kissed you, shoving his tongue into your mouth so he could get a taste of Erwin before pulling away and touching his forehead to yours. “Are you ready for your present for being such a good girl for us?”

“Yes, sir,” you giggled excitedly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

They treated you and cared for you and fucked you for the rest of the night, only allowing you to finally sleep and relax when the sun began to rise.

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[lue-arlert]

Hello!!! Congrats on the 100! I saw Esroh06/Brooke reblog some of your stuff and I love how you wrote! I could have sworn I was following before but I guess not.

But for the first date event I would like to request Eren and Erwin with nsfw and I am kind of a sugar baby but not completely.

Again congrats on the 100!! You totally deserve it!

Hello Emma, thank you so much for the follow!! 💛 I appreciate your support 🥰

Okay so I was SUPER excited to write this bc I’ve never seen this dynamic before, but I hope I’ve met your expectations for your date! ✨

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Mr. Smith liked to watch and be watched.

This was one of his terms he sent in the email reply to your response to his ad seeking a young couple to be his sugar babies. You and your boyfriend were needing help with schooling, your families not interested in investing in your education, and you hoped maybe one day your wedding could be funded, if this experience worked out for the two of you.

Eren had his hand rested on your back, your pretty dress laying under his palm, as you fidgeted nervously, waiting to be seated after giving Mr. Smith’s name to the host.

You were kindly guided to the back of the restaurant, and you felt butterflies make home in your belly as a tall, broad blond man stood from his seat to greet you. His hair was neatly slicked to the side, and his hypnotic blue eyes drifted between you both, taking in your figure and Eren’s thrift store suit.

He smiled, admiring the attempt at looking the part to be in a fine dining establishment such as this one.

“Pleasure to meet you.” He took your hand and bowed his head, kissing your knuckles, then nodded to Eren, sitting in his booth seat once more.

Your boyfriend pulled your chair out for you, clearing his throat quietly and helping tuck you under the table before taking his own seat.

“You’re a handsome couple.” He complimented, lifting his drink to his mouth, the glass looking more delicate than it probably was in his sizable hand.

“Thank you, sir.” You smiled, nodding your head. “We um, we appreciate you meeting with us.”

“Of course.” He smiled again, setting his drink back on the table. “I’m happy to help in any way I can.” His hands clasped together as he leaned on the table, glancing between you. “Remind me of your majors.”

“Medical.” Eren rested his hand on your thigh anxiously.

You stated yours and watched Mr. Smith nod once, bringing his hand to his chin and curling his fingers around it. “Excellent choices—very responsible of you both to be thinking about your futures.”

“We hope to have a family someday.” Eren said, squeezing your thigh. “We want to do anything we can to support it.”

“I see.” He waved down a waiter and lifted his menu that sat in front of him, ordering his meal, then turning to the both of you, ordering for you.

You were shocked at his choice of order, not only his impertinence at deciding your dinner for you, but the fact that he chose something that you would in fact enjoy. Eren was equally shocked, glancing at you quickly before turning back to Mr. Smith, swallowing his nerves.

“So,” he said, clasping his hands once more. “Tell me a little more about yourselves.”

You went on to indulge his curiosity about you both, and over the night, found yourselves enjoying the dinner.

Mr. Smith was a pleasant man, polite and witty, and even though his eyes never left your tits, you both enjoyed dining with him, even Eren.

When the meals were finished, he paid and advised you both to meet him at his hotel in one hour, giving you the address before parting from you.

You decided to get ice cream while you waited, driving down to a local shop and sitting outside the store, giggling together as you ate your cones.

Eren kissed you many times, reassuring you that you both made the right decision and that everything would be okay, settling your nerves as you sighed happily at his side.

When your hour was up, you stood in front of the large French doors of Mr. Smith’s suite, knocking gently.

A faint voice gave you permission to enter, and you pushed the doors open, stepping in and smelling a wonderful floral aroma, finding fresh bouquets of flowers littering the room, guiding a path around the corner to a separate bedroom of the suite.

As you glanced around, a small smile on your face, you stopped dead in your tracks with wide eyes and a gasp when you found Mr. Smith sat on the couch near the bed, stark naked with his ankle crossed over his knee, one arm draped over the back of the couch, his other resting on his thigh with his long, thick cock in his hand.

Eren came up behind you, asking if you were okay, then reacted the same as he looked up to the sight before you.

“Come on, don’t be shy.” He waved you both into the room and you followed his order, stepping forward quietly.

“I’d like to get started before paying you.”

“O-of course, Mr. Smith,” you mumbled with a nod.

He smiled and motioned to the plush bed. “Now, as a reminder, Eren, I’m not interested in men, so you and I will be pleasuring our girl separately. You first, if you could.”

“Y-yes, sir.” He nodded, unable to take his eyes off the fat cock that was on display before him. Even though he would not be experiencing it himself, he couldn’t help but worry for you, his hand resting on your back, hoping he wouldn’t hurt you too much with his stretch.

“Excellent. There’s lube in the side table, and toys in the drawer beneath if you so choose to use them.”

You both nodded and you sat your bag on the long table beside you, stepping further into the room.

“I want you both to go on as normal, just as you would as if I wasn’t here.” He stroked himself as he looked you up and down, drinking in your bare legs and the curve of your ass beneath your skirt, and once again your perfect tits and the way they swelled over the neckline of your dress.

“Yes, sir,” you said quietly.

Eren walked around to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube, stepping back over to you and setting it on the bed. He awkwardly looked at Mr. Smith for a moment before swallowing and turning to you, taking your hand in his. “It’ll be okay, baby.” He said barely above a whisper, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You nodded against his mouth and brought your hands to the buttons of his suit jacket, slowly undoing them and pushing it over his shoulders and down his arms.

He let it drop to the floor and wrapped his hands around your waist, untying the belt of your dress as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

You exhaled happily through your nose and grabbed his hands from your hips, bringing them to your breasts.

It was as if Mr. Smith wasn’t there. The closeness of Eren against you, and the sensual way he removed your clothes and you removed his, you were lost within him, his kisses drowning you in lust as his hands traveled over you and dipped between your legs.

You pulled away from him, lips ghosting his as you breathed heavily at his touch, the way he teased your clit, then slipped his fingers inside of you.

A moan rolled off your tongue, your head leaning back as he fingered you nice and deep, knowing exactly where he could touch you to make you feel good.

Just before he drew an orgasm from you, Mr. Smith’s voice interrupted.

“Don’t let her cum, yet. Lean her over the bed.”

Startled, you both turned to him and nodded, following his order as Eren bent you over the soft mattress, his hand cradling the back of your head.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel good.” He cooed at you, grabbing the lube from where he laid it.

“I know, dear.” You smiled with a chuckle, wiggling your hips in front of his hard length.

He chuckled as well, stroking his cock with his lube-slicked fingers, then rested his hand on your lower back, nudging your entrance. “You ready?”

“Always ready for you, love.” You breathed, closing your eyes after locking gazes with Mr. Smith.

Eren slid into you, easily from your soaking pussy and the lube, and you both groaned, loving the way he stretched you.

He wanted so badly to take his time with you, but knew he shouldn’t leave Mr. Smith waiting, so he immediately started to fuck you in a way he knew would have you creaming, brushing the head of his cock over your sweet spot over and over, holding one hand on your hip, the other groping your ass.

Mr. Smith swallowed thickly, growing harder in his palm as he watched Eren hump you, watched the way your face contorted, eyes crossing as your chest rattled with moans, Eren slamming his hips into your ass over and over and over.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked you, calling your name loud enough for you to hear him over the sound of Eren panting and groaning about how much he loves you.

“Ye-yes-s, sir-sir, oh!” Your toes curled as you rocked your hips with your boyfriend’s, feeling your orgasm growing near.

“Good—Eren, please cum inside of her. Keep it all in.”

“Yes, sir!” He grunted, bending over your back and sucking on your shoulder, leaving dark circles of his claim over your skin.

“Eren, Eren, please,” you whined, fisting the thick comforter beneath you, leaning your head back. “Baby, gon-gonna cum, I’m cumming!”

He latched his teeth onto your shoulder as you clamped around him, your pussy sucking him in as your juices coated his length, and his climax came shortly after, filling you with his warm, thick seed, and doing his best to follow Mr. Smith’s command to keep it in you, fucking the runny mess back into your hole.

“Love you, baby,” he mumbled into your shoulder blade, trailing kisses down your back. “Love you so much.”

“I love you, Ren,” you mewled, reaching behind you to take his hand.

Your attentions were drawn to Mr. Smith as you heard a deep grunt, and you found him releasing his fluids onto his defined abs and pecs, his fist quickly working over his cock.

He met your eyes, his own hazy with hunger for you. Your squeals and moans made you so desirable, and he was enraptured by the idea of your sweet pussy lips wrapped around his cock while Eren watches him rail you.

He stood, nodding to Eren, who pulled out of you and placed a final kiss on your back.

“Be good, baby.” He whispered, stepping away from you.

Mr. Smith stood behind you and ran his fingers through your sensitive slit, feeling Eren’s cum bubbling over his fingertips while you whimpered and twitched, sliding his pointer and middle into you, pumping slowly, while turning to look at Eren. “Have a seat.”

He nodded and took a place on the couch, hands awkwardly on his knees, his cheeks still red from fucking you.

The burly blond looked back down at you, running his free hand over your back, admiring your soft skin. “You took excellent care of her, Eren. You love her.”

“I do.” Your boyfriend nodded.

“That’s good of you.” Mr. Smith leaned over your body, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your head. “I’m going to start now, hm?”

“Okay,” you whined with a nod, your jaw dropping as his fingertips grazed your g-spot.

He pulled his hand from your cunt and grabbed the lube bottle, pouring a generous amount into his palm, stroking it over his dick.

“I’m a little bigger than Eren sweetie, so be patient with me, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” You breathed, placing your palms on the bed, hands trembling in anticipation.

He looked over at Eren while bending his knees, lining up with your hole. “You can touch yourself, if you feel so inclined.”

Startled by his words, the brunet nodded and carefully rested his hand on his cock.

Turning to you once more, Mr. Smith grabbed your waist with his free hand, then pushed his hips forward to slide into you, taking his time, knowing it would take you a moment to adjust to him.

You covered your mouth with your fingers, eyes wide and watering as you looked at Eren, holding back a choked shriek as the thick length pushing inside you started to stretch you further than you’d ever been stretched before.

Your boyfriend nodded, his eyes telling you everything would be okay, and you nodded back, taking a deep breath.

Once Mr. Smith bottomed out, he held your trembling hips, letting you stretch to fit him, and he leaned over you, touching his lips to your ear. “You’re doing good, sweetie. Relax your hips for me, okay?”

You nodded, inhaling a shaky breath and relaxed your back, wincing at the small sting in your pussy. After a moment, you nodded again, signaling you were ready for him.

He began to rock into you, the tightness of your cunt making it difficult for him to move, but he was soon able to slide in and out of you, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “Feels good, sweetie,” he growled, pulling your hips back as his thrusts began to quicken.

You moaned with each slap of his heavy balls against your clit, each snap of his hips, your body jerking as he fucked you.

You could see Eren growing hard again in his hand, and he nodded at you reassuringly, stroking himself.

Your eyes fluttered shut, Mr. Smith’s cock beginning to graze you in a way that had your belly tightening and your core clenching around him. “S-sir,” you hiccuped. “Sir, pl-please—”

“Yes?” He grabbed your arms and pulled you up from the bed, holding you up as he pounded into you.

“I-I-I—! Ah! Sir!” Your head fell forward, your body thrusting forward as he fucked you, your legs barely supporting you.

“Tell me what you want, sweetie, you can have it.” His face flushed with pink, grunting as he looked over at Eren to confirm he was watching.

His eyes locked with the emerald ones across from him, and his pace quickened, turned on at the sight of Eren pleasuring himself to seeing his girlfriend getting fucked by someone bigger than him.

You began to cry, the pain turning into pleasure, hot waves rolling over your body as your next orgasm built up. “Can’t! Can’t stand!”

Mr. Smith dropped you, but scooped his hands under your hips and lifted your feet from the floor, straightening his knees and losing control over his pace, throwing his head back while he groaned your name.

You sobbed into the bed, your body spasming as you came, knees bending and back arching.

He fucked you through your high, hissing as he spilled into your abused pussy, keeping his pace to make sure his own release mixed with Eren’s until it was deep inside of you.

“Mr. Smith, please!” You shouted, clawing at the ruined comforter beneath you.

“Just a little more, sweetie.” He groaned, feeling you flutter around him again as he felt your third orgasm wrack through your body.

You cried and cried, your body so fucked out and feeling so good, limbs and back trembling as he rested you on the bed, pushing your legs up let you lie down comfortably.

He looked over at Eren and watched the boy’s lips quiver, tears running down his face, cum dripping down his stomach and fingers.

“Come to bed, Eren.” Mr. Smith panted, waving him over.

He nodded and scrambled to join you in the large bed, pulling you close to him and massaging your muscles and joints.

The blond walked around to the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss your hair, looking at Eren once more. “You both did wonderful tonight. Sleep here, and expect your money in your accounts first thing in the morning.” He placed another kiss on your shoulder and met your exhausted gaze. “Breakfast will be serviced to you at 7am. You have my email address if you need anything else.”

You both nodded, and Mr. Smith tucked you into bed, cuddled around one another, then excused himself to the restroom, cleaned himself up, and slipped out of the suite shortly after you fell asleep in your boyfriend’s arms.

Lue Arlert’s 100 Followers First Date Event - CLOSED

[lue-arlert]

CLOSED

As a thank you to you lovely 100 folx, I want to arrange your first date with your AOT fave!

Simply choose from the list below your preferences for your date! Send them to me in an ask and I’ll cook up your scenario. 🥰

Minors and ageless blogs who send asks will be deleted

Who are you meeting up with? (Up to two for a polyam dynamic!):

Eren

Armin

Mikasa

Jean

Connie

Sasha

Historia

Ymir

Reiner

Bertholdt

Annie

Porco

Pieck

Levi

Erwin

Hange

Miche

What are your expectations for your date?:

SFW

NSFW

Are you a sugar baby?:

Yes

No

Thank you so much to all my supporters! Your kindness and love has not gone unnoticed and I appreciate you all!

The event will take place between now and 9/24/21, so any asks sent in after 11:59pm on this date will not be answered. Asks will be answered in the order in which they are received, as I am able to get to them.

[lue-arlert]

CONGRATS ON 100 AND HERE'S TO MANY MORE!!

I would love a scenario with Eren and Jean 💕 NSFW and not a sugar baby.. tysm!! Love this event 💕

Hi Brooke, thank you so much! I’m happy to tell you about your raunchy, daring movie date with Eren and Jean! Enjoy ♡

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You immediately knew you were going to have a great night. The men that approached you under the awning of the movie theater were fucking handsome. How did you get so lucky?

The brunet, sporting a lazy bun, wearing a slate blue button up shirt and khaki slacks had his hands tucked into his pockets, while the taller ashy-mulleted man wore a black turtleneck and dark wash jeans, his arms loose at his sides, but fingers fidgeting nervously, stepped up to you with smiles on their faces.

“Hi,” you squeaked, pushing yourself away from leaning on the wall. “It’s good to meet you guys.” You hugged both of them, struggling not to moan from their mouth-watering scents.

“You, too.” Eren grinned, looking down at you.

You had met them in an online chat room, bonding over your favorite movie franchise, of which you were about to see its newest release.

Jean leaned down and left a kiss on your cheek, smiling at you as you blushed. “You’re more beautiful in person than your profile picture leads you to be.”

“Oh, stop it,” you laughed as your blush deepened.

“Shall we?” Eren chuckled, holding his elbow out to you.

You nodded eagerly and gladly accepted his arm, linking your hand around it and walking with them to the ticket window.

Once your tickets were in-hand, the three of you stood at the snack counter, mulling over the menu before settling on the idea of sharing a bucket of popcorn, three different candies dished out between the lot of you, and each having your own soft drink.

You were giddy at the daydream that somehow all three of you would be reaching for the popcorn at the same time, fingers and palms bumping in the warm, buttery snack only to lead to fits of shy laughter.

Pulling yourself from your imagination, you followed them into the theater room and picked a row of seats slightly in the middle of the room.

Patrons poured in, less than you’d expected for such a highly popular film to draw in, but enough that they could comfortably scatter and find their own areas to watch the movie in peace.

You sat yourself between the men, looking between both of them with an excited smile on your face.

“Aren’t you going to get cold?” Jean asked, pointing at your outfit of denim shorts and a plain tank top.

“Oh, I’ll be fine.” You waved your hand passively and sat upright as the lights dimmed and the movie credits began to roll.

You’d seen these same credits many times, being reused for other movies that were shown in the theater, which you frequented.

Once the movie finally started, you popped some of your candy into your mouth, chewing the delicious, sugary treat.

The movie was already incredible—you knew your chat room was going to hold fun discussions about it, the action of it obviously catered to a high budget from the producers. The dry humor was a nice touch to the film, usually putting a smile on your face and giggle on your tongue.

Your words came to bite you in the ass—you were suddenly not fine, the theater’s chilling air conditioner now lapping your skin, throwing goosebumps over your body.

It was as if the men read your mind that you were suddenly cold—Eren’s arm draped around your shoulders, scooting closer to you as he did so. Jean rested a large hand on your thigh, the warmth of his skin radiating over your leg.

This felt so wonderful, having both of these men at your sides. You could make snide comments with them, judging cheesy parts of the movie and pointing out things that you liked and characters where you swore you recognized the actor from another movie or show, but couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Speaking of fingers—Jean’s were trailing up your thigh, leaving little paths of heat as he circled your skin, drawing patterns with his fingertips.

It was a lovely feeling, something you enjoyed greatly, and wow, he was good at it. What you weren’t ready for was when his fingers found their way further up your thigh, dipping inwards and pinching the fat of your leg.

You squeaked and your thighs twitched open as you turned to look at him.

“Jean!” You chided in a harsh whisper.

He only smirked, eyes still on the screen. He said nothing else to you, but moved his fingers higher, and… maybe you weren’t going to stop him. His fingers felt so good against you.

So you let him continue, turning back to watch the movie, cheeks and ears hot.

The little swirls and grazes soon had a deep effect on you. You could feel yourself growing wet from his touches. Were you embarrassed by how oddly horny this was making you? Eh, not really.

It only became worse when Eren’s hand slid down from your shoulder over your breast, cupping you gently over your shirt.

Your hand flew to his thigh as this action, and you bit back a yelp as you looked over at him. “What are you doing?” You whispered.

He leaned in close to you, touching his lips to your ear. “If Jean gets to touch you, so do I.”

Now you were embarrassed. Eren caught you enjoying Jean’s touches—and he especially knew you were enjoying them now that he found your hardened nipple, brushing his fingertip over it through your top.

“You’re getting kinda worked up, aren’t you?” He said in a low voice, vibrating in your ear.

Your breath hitched as he pinched your nipple, then you bit back a whimper as Jean’s fingers found their way under your shorts, barely grazing the lips of your pussy.

“I-I…” You had no defense. You were getting worked up, it was very pleasant having these men touching you.

Jean leaned to the side and nuzzled your cheek as his fingers slid further into your shorts, gently touching your slit through your panties. “Are you wet, beautiful?”

You let out your whimper now, nodding once. “Yeah,” you shyly said.

“Good.” He kissed your cheek and began to twirl his fingers once more, this time over your clit, while Eren continued to pinch your nipple and grope your tit.

You were flooded with pleasure, and you weren’t sure how to handle this. You just met these guys (in real life at least, you knew them pretty well online) and they were already touching you and making you feel tingly and warm.

You couldn’t stop them. There’s no way you could let this pleasure go.

Shifting slightly, you angled your body so that your top half was closer to Eren, and your lower half closer to Jean, knees spreading further.

Jean was absolutely enamored with how soaked you were for them, and he was too eager to push your panties to the side, sliding them carefully away from your dripping cunt so he could push his fingers into your folds, massaging the lips and pinching your clit between his forefinger and thumb.

You held your breath, clenching your hand on Eren’s thigh, the fabric of his pants bunching up between your fingers.

This made him chuckle, and he reached across himself with his free hand to grab your other tit, palming it in circles as he watched you force your head from leaning back.

“Does that feel good, angel?” He asked in a low, sultry voice, dipping his lips down to kiss your neck.

Your answer was stuck in your throat as Jean slipped a finger inside of you, slowly pumping it in and out of your tight hole.

You bucked your hips and slid down in your seat just a bit, allowing him better access.

Eren began to suck at your skin, squeezing your tits a little harder now, loving the plushness of them in his palms.

You bit your lips as hooked his thumb into the neckline of your tank top pulling it down until your breast popped out, making you gasp.

“Eren!” You screeched in a low voice. “There’s people here!”

“Shh, it’s okay, angel.” He kissed at your neck, trailing down to your clavicle. “Just focus on Jean finger fucking you, they’re not paying us any mind.”

You struggled to keep yourself level-headed, struggled to keep your breath steady.

Fuck, this felt so good.

The idea of getting caught suddenly became thrilling to you, and you allowed the men to continue their work on your body.

Your stomach was fluttering desperately at the feeling of Jean’s finger brushing your plush walls, and it didn’t take long for him to find that spot.

And now you were struggling to hold back your moans, licking your lips and biting your tongue to keep yourself quiet.

It was difficult, god was it difficult, Jean’s finger felt like magic inside you, and Eren’s lips like heaven as he continued to kiss at your skin, cupping your exposed tit in the cold air.

His lips trailed further down your chest until he could envelope your nipple in his warm mouth, and this sent you over the edge, had you letting out a quiet, shaky moan.

He chuckled against your skin and began to suck at your hardened bud, while Jean continued his fingering.

Between the two of them fondling and groping and licking at you, you could feel an on-coming orgasm.

How embarrassing would it be to fucking cum in a movie theater?

You didn’t care.

The only thing you cared about was your hips rocking with Jean’s motions, and Eren’s soft lips and heavy tongue still working on your breast.

All too soon, that build up was approaching, and your fist tightened around Eren’s pants, your free hand wrapped around Jean’s arm.

“Guys, please,” you whimpered quietly. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

You sucked in a breath, your stomach growing hot and abs flexing as you suddenly broke, your dam flooding with your cum pouring into Jean’s palm.

He didn’t stop his ministrations until you were twitching and whining, and only when he pulled his hand away did Eren stop his sucking of your tit, sitting back against his seat after returning your tank top to its previous position.

Jean reached around you, holding his finger out to Eren. “Here, I’ll let you taste,” he whispered to the brunet.

Eren happily wrapped his lips around Jean’s finger, licking up your juices and then turning to you, kissing your cheek. “How do you feel, angel?”

“S’good,” you breathed, a trembling smile covering your lips. “S’hot.”

Jean chuckled at your words and leaned in, kissing your other cheek, then your ear lobe. “Let’s finish the movie now, yeah?”

You nodded, your panties still pushed aside, but you didn’t care to fix them, too fucked out by their touches and kisses to bother with it.

You already decided you wanted a second date.

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For your event: Reiner and Porco for me. NSFW all the way. Make them the sugar babies :p

JUJU. JUJU PLS. I cannot tell you how excited I was to write this. I just—MWAH CHEF’S KISS WHAT A CONCEPT.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy your nighttime swimming at your penthouse with your two new babies. 😉

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A date doesn’t require a fancy restaurant or an exciting event or an evening outing.

Sometimes the date is bringing someone over to your house for dinner.

And tonight, you had twice the fun to look forward to.

Your new sugar babies, Reiner Braun and Porco Galliard, were on their way over for a late night dip and dinner. You found the boys through an ad online, who were seeking funding for a start-up company they were working on, and you figured, why not, they seemed like they had steady heads on their shoulders, and why not treat them and yourself while you’re at it?

In your finest dress, hugging your curves, the sides slit open to expose the soft skin of your belly, your ass perfectly framed by the tight material and plunging V neckline nearly touching your navel, you answered your front door, grinning at the men as they did double takes and gawked at you.

“Hello, boys.” You purred, motioning for them to follow you while introducing yourself, spinning on your heels as they clacked through your foyer.

They glanced to each other and swallowed nervously, stepping into your home and trailing after you into the large dining room.

“How was the drive over?” You asked, stopping at the head of your dining table and tapping your fingers on either corner, indicating they each sit at your sides.

“Fine,” Reiner answered, clearing his throat as he took his seat. “Not much traffic since we left after rush hour.”

“Fabulous.” You smiled politely at him and pulled your chair out, sitting delicately with a knee crossed over the other as you turned to Porco, your hair falling over your shoulder. “You both look lovely this evening.”

They blushed as they looked at each other from across the table, turning to you and thanking you quietly.

Your dinner was served by your cook, bringing out steaming plates of delicious meals that the men absolutely drooled over.

You spared no expense on them, happy to treat them to such fine dining before signing them a check for their start-up. Of course, you would have to have your fun first.

You served them wine, your butler pouring the finest liquid into their glasses, and you watched as they tasted it, their eyes widening at the rich flavor.

Dinner went on, the boys complimenting the food with high praise, and the three of you discussing the details of their start-up, you smiled as you filled their bellies. The grin that remained over your lips was sultry and almost sinister, and you couldn’t contain the heat that was pooling between your legs. All day, you’d looked forward to them, not allowing yourself the pleasure of touching yourself, only wanting them to satisfy you this evening.

As dessert was served, you excused yourself from the table, circling around behind Reiner and resting your hands on his shoulders as you leaned your lips down to his ear.

“You boys enjoy these sweets, I’m going to change into something appropriate for our swim.”

Shivers traveled up his spine as he stared at Porco, eyes wide once again, his pants nearly growing tight.

When you returned, you were only donning your strappy bikini, the strings bare and showing off your hips, the top slender and just covering your nipples.

Porco nearly choked on his wine, his head fuzzier from the sight of you than any alcohol could ever make him.

“When you’re ready,” you began, another grin forming on your plump lips. “Come join me out back.” You pointed through the end of the dining room to large glass doors, leading out to your expansive pool.

As you walked away from them, you could feel their eyes falling to your nearly bare ass, and the idea of them ogling you only turned you on more.

Stepping out into the night air, you sighed through your nose as you walked to the edge of the pool, dipping your toes in and shivering at how cool it felt against your skin.

You allowed yourself to submerge in the cold water, swimming to the center and dunking your head to wet your hair, coming back up and running your fingers back through it.

After a short while swimming around, you heard the doors slide open and turned to find Reiner and Porco dressed down into their swim trunks they were instructed to bring and you wiggled your finger, commanding them to join you.

They shyly stepped into the pool, each hissing at the chill of the water running through their bones.

“It’s so cold.” Porco waded over to you, his teeth nearly chatting.

“Well, swim around a bit to warm yourself up.” You winked at him and swam between them, brushing your hands over their defined tummies as you passed them.

They followed you around the pool, asking you more questions about your investment with them, and each time they brought it up, you would shush them and swim around them, splashing them playfully and soon drifting close to them, allowing your chest and hands to brush against them.

You were growing needier for them, the burning sensation in your lower belly only became stronger, and so you swam up to Porco, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing your body flush against him.

To your surprise and excitement, you found him rock hard, his length pressing against your crotch.

“Why, Porco, why didn’t you tell me you needed some attention?” Trailing a hand down his chest and abs, you watched him blush and stutter until you reached your goal, wrapping your hand around his girth through his trunks.

He inhaled sharply and hesitantly placed his hands on your hips. “S-sorry, I didn’t…”

You shook your head and leaned up to kiss him, whispering, “Don’t you worry about it, baby,” before locking your lips with his.

He returned this kiss, his chest heaving as his hands slid up to your waist, pulling you closer to him as you slid your tongue into his mouth, pulling a groan from him.

Reiner stood off to the side, watching this all unfold, and he couldn’t help but palm himself, his cock also hard and ready to be touched.

As if reading his mind, you pulled away from Porco and nodded your head to the side to call Reiner over. “C’mere, big boy, you can join in on this, too.”

His breath hitched as he nodded, wading through the water to stand beside the two of you, watching your eyes as your gaze followed him.

“Why don’t you stand behind me and kiss my neck for a little bit?” You grabbed his hand and dragged him around behind you, and he stood against your back, resting his hands on your hips.

He hesitated, watching you turn back to kiss Porco once more, before leaning his head down and placing his lips on the crook of your neck. His confidence grew as he heard you moaning from his kisses, persuading him to grip your hips tighter and drag his mouth up the length of your neck, his tongue grazing your wet skin.

With one hand wrapped around Porco’s neck, you used the other to take one of Reiner’s beefy hands and guided it up your body until he was cupping your breast, pulling a gasp from him.

You encouraged him to paw at you, squeezing your hand around his, which only brought a smile over your face against Porco’s mouth.

The hotter the kisses got, and as Reiner began to suckle on the skin beneath your ear, you started rutting your hips, your ass grazing his cock, your crotch pressing into Porco’s.

This pulled harmonizing groans from the men, both of them rolling against you in sync with your motions, and you soon pulled your lips from Porco’s, pulling his face against your neck as you turned your head and reached behind you to fist Reiner’s blond locks and brought his mouth to yours, immediately finding his tongue while the man in front of you licked and sucked on your clavicle.

They were making you feel euphoric, like your skin was crawling with pleasure, and you just couldn’t take it anymore. You needed them.

Pushing and pulling them away from you, you slipped out from between them and walked backwards through the water, motioning for them to follow you before turning and gliding up the steps to the balcony floor.

They impatiently followed after you as you walked over to one of the poolside lounge chairs and turned around, reaching out to grab Porco’s hand and dragging him to the chair and sitting him down by his shoulders.

He stared up at you as if you were the moon, his eyes glistening as much as his blown pupils would show, swollen lips parted and trembling.

You straddled his hips and laid him back against the seat, leaning down to kiss him again, this time just a peck. “You’re both doing so good for me,” you whispered, taking his hands and holding them against your hips, pointedly laying his fingers on the ties of your bikini.

He began to pull the bows to untie your bottoms as you rolled your hips over his, drawing a groan out of him as his cock pressed against your clit.

He whimpered your name, leaning his head back as you continued to rock over him and his fingers shook as he continued unlacing your bottoms.

When the strings were free from your hips, you slid your bikini out from beneath you, dropping it at your side and reaching to Porco’s cock, pulling it from his trunks.

He sucked in a deep breath as you pumped him, whining into your mouth, then as you positioned yourself over his tip, you pulled away and stared into his eyes, cupping his cheek with your free hand.

“Doing so good,” you cooed, out of breath. “Are you ready for this pussy, baby?”

He nodded while panting, and when you sank down, taking his dick deep inside of you, he threw his head back with a loud groan and grabbed your hips with a hard grip.

You moaned with him, a large smile over your lips, and you let the both of you adjust before you slowly began to bounce on him.

Reiner, face hot with a furious blush, could only watch his friend get fucked by you. With a shaky hand, he gripped his dick through his trunks and stroked himself.

Not forgetting your other baby, you turned to look at him over your shoulder and purred his name to come closer.

He stepped forward and took your extended hand, confused, but hypnotized by the way your tits bounced as you rode Porco.

“Baby, why don’t you join us?” You moaned as the cock inside you dragged along your walls.

“I-I don’t…” He glanced between the both of you and then watched with wide eyes as you leaned forward, stopping your motions over Porco, and brought your hand around behind you to grab your ass cheek and spread it from the other.

He quickly got the idea and sat behind you on his knees, pushing his trunks down past his hips.

You spit into your palm and reached behind you again to rub it into your puckered hole, then grabbed his hip and pulled him forward.

“When you’re ready, baby.” You gasped and giggled as Porco twitched inside of you.

Oh, he was ready. He placed his hands on your waist above his friend’s hands and pushed his tip against your hole, sheathing himself with your guidance and letting out a shaking groan.

You were so full now, full and satisfied, two thick cocks splitting you open and deep inside of you. They were different in both length and girth, but goddammit did they share a commonality of making you feel so fucking good.

Rocking your hips, you moaned as each of them met up with you, Reiner humping your ass and Porco thrusting up into you.

As you fucked them both, you untied your bikini top with one hand and tossed it with your bottoms, then wrapped your hand around the back of Porco’s neck and pulled his face to your right tit, where he immediately engulfed your nipple with his hot mouth.

Just after that, you brought Reiner’s left hand around to grip your other breast, then let them go to town on your chest just as hastily as they did with your ass and pussy.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to build up, and you moaned loudly as they fucked you hard, until you snapped and clenched tightly around them both, creaming around Porco, making them grunt and groan around you.

Your holes fluttering around them soon pulled their own climaxes, and they simultaneously shot their loads inside of you, hot and thick as they jerked their hips.

Slowing their paces, they finally pulled out of you, each watching either end of you drip with their cum.

You stood from Porco’s hips with a content sigh and smoothed your wet hair out of your face as you turned towards the balcony door. “Are you boys ready for your check?”

They exchanged glances, embarrassed at the sight of each other’s cocks, and quickly tucked themselves away, following after you to find you still bare-assed, leaning over your kitchen counter as you signed away a hefty check.

“This should be enough, hmm?” You stood straight and flashed the paper to Reiner, whose eyes widened and he nodded fervently.

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

You grinned widely and laid it flat on the counter, glancing over to the large clock on the wall. “Oh, dear,” you tutted before looking over to them again. “It’s getting late. Perhaps you boys should stay the night.” Stepping up to them while fluttering your lashes at them, you placed a hand on each of their chests and slowly rubbed up and down their firm muscles. “What do you say?”

Porco swallowed heavily, carefully placing his hand on yours. “Yes, ma’am.”

You laced your fingers in his and grabbed Reiner’s hand, walking between them while they spun on their heels and you dragged them through your foyer towards the stairs leading up to your bedroom.

Their hungry eyes watched you ass cheeks jiggle with every step, eyeing the way their cum was dripping down the insides of your thighs, and they could feel themselves getting hard again, sharing excited glances to each other.

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[lue-arlert]

Congrats on 100, my love!!! I’m so excited to see you grow even more in time!

As for your event, I would love a NSFW one with Reiner and Porco 😏 And why not make me a sugar baby too 🙃💕 we going full ham here!!!

Hehe thank you and congrats again!

My sweet Dory, thank you so much!! 💘 Your date with Reiner and Porco has arrived!

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A strong hand sat on the back of your neck, massaging softly with a middle finger and thumb.

You hummed quietly, a soft smile on your lips as you turned to look up at your man, your daddy, your Reiner.

He returned the smile and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips, giving your neck a light squeeze. “Are you ready, pet?”

“Yes, daddy.” You whispered.

You were set for a date to meet his friend and business associate, Porco, for dinner. There was a new contract written up between the two of you that he would also contribute to your school tuition and investing in your dream of opening your own bakery, alongside Reiner.

His hand slid down your back and rested on your bum as he guided you into the restaurant, bought out for the night so that the three of you could have some alone time.

You were in awe at the sight of the dining hall—to the left the entire wall was nothing but an aquarium tank, filled with various fish and small sharks, and delicate little jellyfish fluttering around the sparkling blue water.

The rest of the restaurant was clean, minimalist in style and almost eerie with how empty it was, save for some waiters standing against the back wall, waiting to serve you.

Reiner pulled you by his side to a table near the aquarium, seeing how the intrigued glow of your eyes shown when you first stepped in.

He pulled a chair out for you at a round table set for three, and you smoothed out the bottom of your flowy dress to sit down, crossing a knee over the other.

Sitting to your right, Reiner pulled your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on the emerald ring he gave you for your last birthday. “He’s going to love you, pet.”

“Not like you love me.” You smiled sweetly, then turned your head at the sound of footsteps echoing through the restaurant.

A dashing gentleman in a fine charcoal suit approached your table, hair slicked back and gorgeous eyes trained on you.

You could feel a blush creeping over your face as you stood to meet him when he stepped up to you, and he took your hand that Reiner previously kissed, turning it over so your palm faced up.

“Well hello, sugar.” His smooth voice rang through your ears as he made eye contact with you, kissing your palm up to the base of your fingers. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Reiner has told me so much about you.”

“Likewise, sir.” You gave a soft curtsy, and he gave you permission to sit once more, circling around behind Reiner, dragging his hand across the man’s broad shoulders before taking his seat.

Porco leaned on his elbows, his fingers laced under his chin as he looked you over, eyes focusing on the necklace sitting just above your cleavage. “Well,” he chuckled. “Looks like your daddy and I have similar tastes.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, passing it across the table to you.

You shyly grabbed the box and spun it slowly in your hand, glancing up at him through your eyelashes.

He motioned for you to open it with a smile, and you nodded, prying back the lid only to gasp at the yellow gold chandelier earrings that matched your necklace perfectly.

“Sir, I—”

“Please, Porco,” he chuckled while waving a hand. “No need for the formality.”

“Porco, I…” You passed him a wide smile and glanced to Reiner.

“Go ahead and put them on, baby.” He nodded and motioned to the box and grinned at how adorable you were taking them out and placing them carefully in your earlobes.

“Do they look okay?” You asked, grazing your fingertips along the back of them as you turned back to Porco.

“They look perfect.” He returned your smile, then faced Reiner. “Are we eating soon?”

“Yes, dinner should be ready now.” He nodded and turned to the waiters, waving a hand.

They nodded and quickly filed into the large French swinging doors behind them, returning soon after with carts of steaming plates.

A dish was set before each of you, and you ogled your dinner, excited for a delicious meal.

The three of you ate and laughed together, the men telling stories of their business ventures, and Reiner doting on you, taking your hand in his every so often.

Porco always watched you, the way your hands moved over your plate as you cut into your meal, the way your lips curled when you smiled or chewed your food, the way your eyes crinkled and nose scrunched when you would giggle.

He couldn’t wait to have you.

Dinner came to an end, the plates being cleared quickly. The men thanked the waiters and passed each of them some crispy green bills, then they disappeared into the back once more, this time not returning to the dining hall.

After more small talk, Porco’s eyes met yours, and there was a shine in his irises that made your belly turn.

He sat back in his seat, one hand resting on the table, the other curled around his thigh. “C’mere, sugar,” he said with a soft voice.

You stood slowly and circled around the table to him, standing before him with your hands tucked together in front of you.

He smiled as he scooted his chair to the side, reaching out to your hips and carefully cradling them in his large palms. He rubbed his thumbs over the soft fabric of your dress, eyeing your chest before looking up at you. “Did you enjoy your dinner?”

“I did, yes.” You nodded and rested your hands atop his, your fingertips grazing his skin.

Porco bit his lip and ran his hands over around to your ass and groped you, humming in delight at how supple your cheeks felt in his grasp. He took his time massaging them, trailing his palms down the back of your thighs, giving gentle squeezes, and finally dipped his fingers under the hem of your dress, reaching up to latch his fingers around your panties.

“What color do we have on today?” He asked curiously with a low voice.

“Purple,” you smiled.

“Ahh, a good choice.”

He began to pull them down your thighs, eyes following the fabric down to your ankles and pulling your feet out from them one at a time.

After admiring the material, the cute swirly designs printed over them, he tossed them over his shoulder to Reiner, who caught them swiftly and held them against his stomach.

Porco stood from his chair and hooked his hands under your armpits and as if you were a feather, lifted you to sit on the table in front of him, your knees on either side of his hips.

He ran his hands down your sides and leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling back just slightly and whispering, “Lean back on your hands.”

You followed instructions and sat back a bit, propping yourself on your palms as you looked up at him with inquisitive, wide eyes.

He scooped his hands under your thighs and lifted them, pushing your knees towards your chest and bunched the skirt of your dress up over legs, exposing your damp pussy.

“My, my,” he breathed happily, glancing up from it to your eyes. “What was it that excited you, sugar?”

“Your touches.” You smiled shyly at him.

Porco chuckled and lowered himself to his knees, bringing himself eye level with your cunt, taking in your beautiful folds as he lifted his first two fingers to touch you softly.

You let out a little whimper, his fingertips rough but touch gentle.

He stroked your pussy lips, dipping his fingers into your slick, dragging it over your clit, and started to leave small circles over the pulsing nub.

After several minutes of teasing you, he dipped his face down, now hungry for your heat, and began to lap at you with his wet tongue.

You let out a sharp moan and leaned your head back, your chest heaving as he ate you out.

Reiner‘s voice suddenly echoed in your ears, calling your name, making you turn to look at him.

“You’re doing good for him, pet. Let Porco take care of you now, okay?”

You nodded, then your eyes widened as you watched him undo his pants, lifting his hips to push them down to his thighs, pulling his heavy cock out and wrapping your panties around his shaft.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” You gasped, letting out a soft yelp as Porco shoved his tongue into your hole.

“Just gonna watch.” He shrugged as he began to stroke himself with your garment. “Just focus on Porco for now, okay?”

You nodded and turned your head to look down at him, watching his head roll back as he turned his gaze up to you. “Forgive me for not making you cum on my tongue, sweetheart.”

He stood and quickly unbuckled his belt, then his pants, then dropped them down around his thighs and held his hardened dick in his palm. “I just can’t wait anymore.”

You nodded again, letting him press his tip against your hole, one hand resting on your hip.

“This’ll sting just a bit, okay?”

With one more nod, gulping at the sight of his incredibly thick cock, you shut your eyes, letting him sink into you, equally loud groans and moans escaping both of you as he stretched you wide.

“So tight,” he breathed in excitement, grabbing into your hips now with both hands. “Wrap your legs around me, okay?”

You did so, crossing your ankles over his ass, then without warning he began to fuck you, his hold on your hips tightening as you gasped and moaned from his thrusting.

Soft growls began to rumble from his throat, and he leaned in, kissing you furiously while his hips continued to snap into yours.

After shoving his tongue into your mouth and tasting you, he finally pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, his dick pumping into you at a faster pace, before moaning Reiner’s name and turning to look at him.

“Reiner, you didn’t tell me she would feel this good.”

Your daddy smirked at him, his hand and your panties still working diligently over his cock. “I wanted you to experience her to the fullest, friend.”

Porco groaned and lowered his face to your neck, immediately sucking and biting at your skin as he fucked deeper and harder into you, his head finding your soft, spongy spot that made you see colorful stars.

You tried rolling your hips with his pace but he was just moving too fast for you, your whines and whimpers erratic and sharp.

Soon Porco’s grunting grew deeper and his jaw dropped, and he stared into your eyes, grabbing the back of your head. “Can I come inside of you, sugar?”

“She loves that.” Reiner groaned, growing close to his own release.

Porco smiled and crashed his lips to yours, kissing you violently while he shot hot cum inside of you, leaving you a moaning mess just as your orgasm followed his, your thighs trembling against his waist.

Reiner soon sucked in a heavy breath, his palm and your panties filling up with his warm seed, watching his friend fuck you drawing out one of the best orgasms he’s ever had.

You panted against Porco’s mouth, whimpering when he pulled out of you.

“You did so good for me, sugar,” Porco mewled into your lips. “You should be rewarded for this—what would you like, baby? New earrings? A necklace? A pretty dress?” He chuckled and pressed little kisses all over your face while you grinned.

He whispered in your ear little promises of gifts while his hands brushed over your thighs, telling you about future dates he’d like to you on and promising to help your daddy Reiner take care of you.

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[lue-arlert]

congrats on one hundred, love! i was wondering if i could have a date with levi <3 pls make it spicyyy and without a sugar baby dynamic c;

Cass, hello!! Thank you!! 💝 And thank you so much for your patience while I got this out I really appreciate it 🥺

Your first date with Levi is all set 💘

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To say you were nervous for your first date was an understatement.

It was a date that wasn’t supposed to be happening.

You weren’t supposed to do this.

But when Captain Levi confided to you in secret that you’d always caught his eye, and he wanted to meet you out by a large tree by a river near the barracks, you couldn’t turn him down.

You wore the best clothes you could scrounge up, your long brown skirt and matching button up shirt smoothed out as much as possible, and your hair pulled back away from your face.

With a quick deep breath, you hurried out of your room and the dorm and out onto the streets, walking out towards the grassy fields. The moon was shining down on you as you hugged yourself, the chill of their air licking at any exposed skin it could reach.

What the hell made Levi think that a nighttime picnic was a good idea?

You spotted him sitting beneath the tree in his casual clothing, a knee perched up with his elbow resting on it, what looked like a teacup in his hand.

When he heard the crunch of your footsteps in the grass he turned to look at you and quietly said your name.

“I didn’t think you were going to show.” He took a sip of his tea and watched you sit beside him.

“Sorry,” you mumbled shyly, reaching for one of the bread slices he had laid out on a tray.

He nodded curtly and turned to look at the river.

There wasn’t much conversation—there never was with him—but you were content in his presence anyway.

Being a leader for another squad, you didn’t get to spend much time with him, but every so often when you’d have downtime to interact with other military personnel, you always gravitated towards each other. While relationships were forbidden among the military, that rule was never followed or enforced.

But it always felt wrong anyway, defying rules.

It didn’t feel wrong though that Levi would scoot closer to you throughout your date, though little conversation was had.

You’d listen to the river, listen to each other breathing, toads and crickets singing.

The moonlight made his pale skin glow, and the contrast of his hair against his face had you nearly melting.

Your shoulders touched, and you sheepishly looked over at him, his face close to yours.

When your eyes met, you felt a fluttering in your stomach, and it made your breath falter, which you knew he heard with the proximity of him to you.

You watched Levi stare at your eyes, then your nose, then your lips, before he leaned forward, eyes flitting shut as his mouth connected to yours.

You were bad at covering up your eagerness for him, your hand wrapping around the back of his neck to hold him close while you kissed him.

His kiss was slow, soft. His lips barely moved over yours until he realized the gentleness of your mouth was something he didn’t want to stop feeling.

It didn’t take long for him to graze your lips with his tongue, and it didn’t take long for you to open your mouth for him, inviting him in and tasting the maltiness of the tea that resided on his tongue.

He shifted so that his body was more facing yours, and his hand lifted to rest on your waist, his thumb grazing the side of your belly.

You so quickly latched yourself to his body, pulling him closer to you and lifting a knee over his.

It was almost embarrassing how the two of you became like love-stricken teenagers, kissing and sucking and biting each other’s faces like you were so desperate to feel what it was like for the first time.

But it did make you feel better that Levi was behaving the same way, leaving both your lips swollen with kisses and sides of your mouth damp with each other’s spit.

You’d never guess that Levi could behave like this, his usual stoic and absent expressions now clouded by lust and urgency. It made you wonder how frequently he’d partake in these simmering activities.

It was soon evident that maybe he had plenty of experience, with the way he laid you on your back, making sure your knees were on either side of his hips while he pushed your skirt up your legs.

“Levi,” you brought a hand up to his chest and gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling away just a bit to look at him.

“I’m sorry—am I moving too fast?” There was genuine concern in his hooded eyes as they explored your face, looking for assurance that you were okay.

You shook your head and moved your hand to his face, gently grazing your fingertips over his cheek. “No, you’re moving just fine. I’m just… surprised. You’re usually so quiet and keep to yourself, but this is… hot.” You tried to stifle your blushing smile.

He raised an eyebrow and propped himself on his hands beside your hips. “You’re saying I wasn’t hot before?”

“No, you are!” You snickered, rolling your eyes at yourself. “I didn’t mean that—I just meant… this is nice, seeing you like this.”

“Above you?” He leaned his face down and kissed your neck gingerly. “Is that what you mean? You like seeing me above you?”

You bit your lip and shut your eyes. Fuck, he was right. That was what you liked seeing. How did he get hotter?

“Yeah,” you muttered in admittance, spreading your knees further and letting the end of your skirt fall over your hips.

Levi kept himself propped on one hand and brought the other to your face, cradling it gently under his touch as he placed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Would you rather this or see me below you?” He asked quietly against your mouth.

Your mind buzzed at the question, caught off guard. Was he really going to let you choose?

“U-uh…” You swallowed heavily, then glanced up at him through your eye lashes. “Below.”

He nodded in understanding and kissed you again, shifting his weight so he could scoop you up against him, a hand cupped under one knee, the other under your ass as he plopped onto his bottom, pulling your face with him as he laid down, kissing your lips with urgency again.

You rested your arms beside his head, hair curtaining around your heads, your mouth sliding around with his.

A shiver went up your body as he played with your ass, squeezing and pinching and massaging the fat of it, before his hands wandered up your hips and waist, tugging your shirt out from your skirt and plucking at the buttons.

You pulled your hair back out of your face and sat up on his hips as he worked at your shirt, breathing heavily and staring down at his glossy, swollen lips as he looked over your body.

His bulge beneath you was obvious—nice and firm, warm, and twitching with every button he unsnapped.

You were growing hungrier for him, for his touch, for any contact with him, and so before you could really think, your hips were rocking over his, your cunt and ass rolling over his erection.

He immediately froze and his shoulders tensed, head lolling back with a sharp inhale. His fingers tightened over the front of your shirt, and with great force pulled it open, the rest of the buttons popping off the fabric, and he leaned himself up to kiss at your throat, propped up on one hand and his other pawing at your now-free breasts.

You hadn’t worn a bra, simply because you were tired of the tight clothes from your uniform earlier in the day, and wanted to be restrained as little as possible.

The feeling of his cool hands on your skin had you purring, bringing a hand over his to squeeze with him, and you bravely continued to rock your hips, now realizing that this was driving him wild.

You wanted to make him hungry for you, just as you were for him.

Levi growled and sucked at the skin on your clavicle, hoping that it would show over your clothes just enough later on so that everyone could see that you had been claimed. He didn’t care for people to know it was him you belonged to, he just wanted people to see that you weren’t available, you were marked up, and that you were fucked good.

The tiniest of moans left your lips as he continued to massage your breast, and you felt him shift beneath you, so that he could bring his free hand to your lap and pull at your skirt.

He bunched the fabric up enough so that he could slide his hand underneath it, grabbing at your thigh and squeezing it, feeling the firm muscles below his palm as he worked his fingers up to your warm center.

You moaned again when he found your clothed clit, and the moan rattled against his lips that still caressed your throat, making him press tight circles over the hardened bud.

Your lip tucked itself between your teeth as he pleasured you, instantly making you wet for him. You didn’t know you were so needy for this Captain, so turned on by him, that just a sudden touch had your pussy ready for him.

He grumbled something into your neck, nipping it gently, then wrapped an arm around your waist while his fingers hooked into your panties and pulled them aside, sliding a finger into you.

“Levi,” you whimpered his name, leaning your cheek on his head.

“Hmm?” His tone almost seemed bothered, like you were interrupting his work on your throat and cunt.

“You’re making me feel good—” You rested your hands on his shoulders, hips slowly rolling with the movements of his fingers, digging deep into your pussy and brushing your plushy walls. “—wanna make you feel good.”

He nodded, then pulled his mouth away from your skin, the cool night air making you shiver as it touched the wet spots on your neck, and he pulled you into a kiss, his free hand cradling the back of your neck.

He pulled his fingers out of you, to your dismay, and went to unbutton his pants.

You decided to help him and reached between you, gasping into his mouth when you felt the size of his bulging cock against your fingertips.

The tiniest of smirks fell in his face as shoved his tongue into your mouth once more, then when he freed his throbbing member, he took one of your hands and wrapped it around it, holding your fingers in place to squeeze his girth.

You were officially excited—you didn’t have to see his dick to know that he was about to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. You could feel under your palm the way his cock curved up just a little bit, and the couple of prominent veins that traveled up the length of it.

He helped you pump him for a bit, rolling his thumb over his slit to smear his precum over the tip, a growl rumbling in his throat.

“Wanna be inside you so bad,” he hissed, biting your lip.

Instead of answering him with words, you lifted your hips and shook his hand away from yours, settling the head of his cock within your hot folds, both of you gasping at the contact.

There was no warning, no further prepping, you wanted him now, and so you sank down on his dick, inching yourself until you bottomed him out inside of you, both throwing your heads back, saliva connecting you until it ripped and dribbled down both your chins.

“You’re so fucking tight, fuck,” he murmured, bringing his forehead to rest on your chest.

“So big,” you retorted, gripping his shoulders tightly. “So big, Levi, ‘m so full.”

He nodded, gripping your waist firmly. “Wanna keep you full,” he panted, your pussy clenching around him taking his breath away.

You slid your hands around to hold the back of his neck and his hair, then began to lift yourself and rock over his lap, his cock dragging along your walls so deliciously that you couldn’t contain your moans.

You tried so, so hard to go slow, to really relish in the feel of him inside of you, the way his hands grasped your waist and hips as your skirt blanketed over both of your legs and laps—but goddamn his dick was intoxicating and you just wanted to fuck him.

So your pace quickened, your nails digging into him, and as soon as you began to whimper, his lips found your nipples, licking and biting and sucking them, leaving little kisses around your areolas, your tits bouncing against his face as you rode his cock.

Levi couldn’t keep himself from groaning any longer, and his voice sent vibrations over your skin that continuously gave you shivers, making your nipples ever harder under his lips.

You angled your hips just right, and his cock head grazed your g-spot, making you gasp, and chase after that feeling once more, again and again, until you had the perfect rhythm down.

And this new angle worked out for Levi, too, while the feeling made you clench and squeeze around him, and he knew that if he could meet your movements just right with his own, he could have you creaming over his cock, and he wanted nothing more than your slick dripping down his balls.

He leaned back and held your hips as he planted his heels and rolled his hips upward, and just as he calculated, you let out a sharp gasp, nearly a scream, and your pace quickened until you bounced a few more times, head falling back, and your cunt tightened and quivered around him, your lower belly releasing like a damn as you came over his length, your body twitching, and as you twitched once just right, you felt a completely new feeling, so forgein to you, but it sent your body wriling over him—you squirted, your juices pooling in his lap, making his cock so wet and so much easier to continue thrusting in and out of you, both of your moans damn near turning to shouts.

The pressure of the liquid leaving your body had Levi absolutely astounded, reeling in the pleasure, and shortly he was cumming inside of you, his own hot release sticky and filling you up so much, the white mess contributing to the lubrication that helped him fuck you both into overstimulation.

When you both were back in control of your bodies, you shook in each other’s arms, Levi falling onto his back as he held you close to his chest, the pair of you wheezing and gasping as you laid under the stars.

When he finally caught his breath, he pulled his hips back and slid his softening dick out of your hole, hissing as your mixed juices dripped onto him.

He leaned his face down and kissed the top of your sweaty head, rubbing your back gently as he whispered into your hair.

“Can we do this again sometime?”

You nodded sloppily against his chest, grinning like an idiot. “Anytime you want, Captain.”

He let out a small chuckle and kissed your head again, bringing his knuckles to your cheek.

“Expect any downtime to be spent on my cock, squad leader.”

You shivered at the idea, now even more excited for time spent not working on paperwork or killing Titans.

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Hello, I'd like to request a date 🥺 Congratulations for the followers, you deserve this ❤ So my date would be with Eren and Armin, nsfw and I'm not sugar baby. I'm a afab girl, if it helps. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! you are awesome ❤

Hi Astra, thank you so much! 💛 Eren and Armin are ready for you 🥰

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It was a perfect day for a bike ride. You were grateful for it, seeing as your first date with your classmates Eren and Armin was today, and you were going to be going for a bike ride through the park.

You’d always thought they were cute, good friends that cared about each other and helped each other with school work, always eating lunch together in the campus cafeteria.

When you found out they were dating, your heart broke just a little bit, you didn’t have a chance with either of them.

You thought this, until they approached you one day, both admitting to having noticed you watching them. You were embarrassed by this, not realizing you were so obvious in your crush—but you were also flattered. These two beautiful men had noticed you and wanted you to join them on a date.

Of course you accepted, and they were happy to set up a time with you, each exchanging numbers before parting for the day.

You put on your best bike shorts and comfiest tee shirt, hair up in a neat ponytail. As you finished tying your shoes, there was a knock at your door, and you hurried to meet them, smiling brightly as they greeted you.

You didn’t live far from the park, so you rode together, talking about class and getting to know them better, finding things you have in common and things to laugh about.

It was still early in the summer, so the air wasn’t too hot, but it was enough to make you warm and your shirt cling to your back.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and birds were flocking all around, singing prettily as they perched in trees and bushes, on the back of benches. Couples picnicked, others walking and biking as well.

There were distant sounds of dogs barking, the nearby river streaming.

It was a beautiful day.

After cycling through the large park, the boys came to a stop at a slope of grass surrounded by trees and bushes, and Armin pulled a blanket and some snacks and water bottles from his backpack, rolling it all out beneath a tree next to some tall bushes, making a nice shaded spot for the three of you to sit.

You sat between them, ankles crossed as you nibbled on the sandwich the blond handed you.

You talked more, telling more jokes and funny stories about your lives.

Throughout the break, the boys scooted closer to you, resting their hands on yours, running their fingers over your ponytail.

It wasn’t long before they both leaned to the side and kissed each cheek, drawing a giggle from you.

Armin reached up and hooked his finger under your chin, turning you to face him and placing a soft kiss on your lips, and as soon as your eyes fluttered shut, you felt Eren’s lips on your neck, drawing a surprised whimper from you.

As they kissed you slowly, you felt their hands resting on your thighs, slowly making their way upwards, and each grabbed the waistband of your shorts, tugging at your hips.

You gasped and pulled away from Armin’s lips, looking between the both of them. “Someone will see us,” you mumbled.

“Let them.” Eren pulled you into a kiss this time, Armin placing his lips on your neck now, and they tugged once more at your shorts.

Hesitantly, you lifted your hips and allowed them to slide the material down your thighs to leave it bunched at your knees, then their palms found their way back to your thighs, pulling them open just slightly.

Despite the shiver this gave you, you grew warm at their touches, butterflies taking over your stomach as you bit your lip while their fingers grazed the insides of your thighs.

Eren’s fingers found your clit, while Armin’s dipped into your folds, sending a moan straight out of your throat. Having both of them touching you felt magical, your pussy getting full attention.

Armin cooed into your neck about being so wet for them already, just from a few touches, and spread your slick over your lower lips and clit, allowing Eren to better rub you out, his lips still locked with yours, his tongue now in your mouth.

Your hips rocked as they worked on you, and when Armin slipped a finger inside of you, your head fell back with a moan.

Eren laid you on your back and kissed you again while Armin grabbed the bottom of your shirt and rolled it up over your belly, grabbing the bottom of your sports bra and pulling them both over your tits, exposing them to the warm summer air.

While he finger fucked you, his lips wrapped around your nipple and began to suck on you, making you writhe beneath them.

Their hands continued to work at you, slowing and speeding up their paces teasingly, until Armin’s long fingers found the spot, and he tapped and brushed his fingers around it while Eren circled your clit just right, and they brought you to your first orgasm of the afternoon.

You pulled back from Eren and let out a loud whine, but he covered your mouth with his free hand and shushed you, kissing your forehead. “We don’t want anyone to find you like this, pretty, want you like this all for us.”

You nodded and panted into his palm, while they pulled their fingers away from you, Armin grabbing your shorts once again and pulling them off your legs completely.

He leaned over you and kissed your cheek, whispering a question in your ear: “Who do you want to fuck and who do you want to suck?”

Another shiver ruptured through your spine. Trembling, you glanced between them both and rested your hand on Armin’s chest, looking into his hazy blues. “I want to fuck you.”

He smiled and nodded, placing a quick kiss on your lips as he hoisted you up and rolled onto his back, settling you on his thighs. “Sit there and look pretty for me for a moment.”

You nodded obediently and watched as he undid his belt and pants, pulling his hard cock free and pumping it slowly.

Blushing furiously, you turned your face to the side and found Eren standing on his feet, his own pants and underwear sitting around his thighs, his dick close to your face.

You squeaked nervously, then felt Armin grab your hips and pull you forward until your cunt sat over his length, making you moan at the warmth of the contact.

He dragged your hips, making you rock slightly along him and threw his head back, groaning quietly.

Eren brought a hand down and turned your face to him, finger pads digging into your cheeks. “Open your mouth, sweetie.”

You did so, sticking the tip of your tongue out, then gasped when he pushed his cock past your lips.

He let out a relieved sigh and leaned his head back, letting you suck on him. “Armin, her mouth feels amazing.”

“Let’s see how this pussy feels, then.” The blond smirked and positioned his dick at your quivering hole, pushing his hips up while pulling yours down with his free hand.

He stretched you out inch by inch, your moan rattling over Eren’s girth as you hollowed your cheeks for him.

Armin grabbed you with both hands and pulled you down harder, bottoming out as he dug his heels into the ground, a growl escaping his throat. “Fuck, Eren, she’s tight.”

“Good.” He chuckled, his head still leaning back as his hips began to rut forward with your sucking.

Your eyes filled with tears as they stuffed you at both ends, and you lifted a hand to rest on Eren’s hip to steady yourself while you bobbed your head, lapping at his shaft.

Armin reached up and groped your still-exposed breasts while he fucked up into you, your hips rolling with his while you bounced on him.

You’d always daydreamed about being with one of them, and now having both of them just made you soaked, making it so easy for Armin to slide in and out of you, and Eren’s mouth watering cock had you drooling as he throat fucked you, making you gag and wince with each thrust.

Their groans and moans only turned you on more, and soon you felt the familiar build up in your belly, and you rocked your hips faster, hoping for quick release.

Armin could feel you fluttering around him, making him whimper at how tight of a squeeze you gave him. “Eren, she’s gonna cum. You better—ah—you better fill her up, we can fill her up together.”

“Yes,” Eren hissed, holding your face between his large hands as he thrusted harder while Armin began to slam up into you, and it felt like both of their cocks were meeting in your chest, and you couldn’t hold yourself together anymore, cumming hard over Armin’s dick while you whimpered and whined around Eren’s.

The men looked at each other and moaned as they stared into each other’s eyes, both releasing together, their hot and sticky cum filling you on both ends just as Armin wanted, leaking out around their cocks and down your chin.

“Swallow, pretty, swallow what you can.” Eren breathed, wiping away some dribbles from the corners of your lips.

You did your best, slurping at his dick until you could drink all you could, then pulled away and opened your mouth to show him that you listened to his demand.

Your thighs were trembling, and Armin slowly massaged them, cooing at you once more and telling you how good of a job you did for them, how beautiful you are and how lovely you felt around his cock.

They helped dress you again, each placing sweet kisses on your cheeks and nose. Eren nibbled at your ear lobe, and asked, “Can we take you out again, pretty girl?”

You nodded happily, wrapping your arm around his waist and he chuckled, kissing your forehead while Armin kissed your cheek once more.

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[lue-arlert]

Lue, my love!! 💗

Congratulations on 100 followers!!! You deserve every single one. You're so sweet and so supportive and I love you dearly 🥺💗.

For you event, could I request a nsfw date with Armin or Levi please?

Eri my darling my sweet hello tysm I love you 🥺🥺

I of course chose your first date to be with Armin bc there just isn’t enough of this sweet man out there. 😤 I hope you have a good time 🥺🍑✨

(And I did get your other ask abt the sugar baby thing so I will not make you a sugar baby per your request uwu)

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It was the perfect season for peaches. Juicy, sweet peaches, the softest of crunches when your teeth would pierce the fuzzy fruit as the summer weather graced the air.

And you were so excited, because your first date with Armin Arlert was to visit a peach orchard and harvest the delicacy.

You wore your prettiest pink summer dress, complete with a wide, white satin ribbon belt around your waist, a pair of golden flats, and an iridescent pearl necklace sitting elegantly around your neck, drooping over your collarbones.

As you finished brushing your fingers through your hair, a knock rumbled through your apartment and you scurried happily to the front door, pulling it open with a smile to greet your date.

“Hi, Armin,” you chirped, grabbing your bag from the rack beside your door.

He blushed furiously as he looked over you, rubbing his fingers into his palm. “Hi,” he smiled, holding his arm out to you as you shut the door.

You laced your fingers around the bend of his arm and let him guide you to his car, opening the door for you and carefully shutting it once you’d sat yourself comfortably.

The drive to the orchard was pleasant, small talk being held as Armin wanted to get to know you better. Though he met you through a dating app where you’ve spent some time conversing, he preferred in-person, and found you absolutely enchanting.

He soon pulled into the parking lot of the orchard, quickly making his way around the car so he could open the door for you.

After you climbed out and smoothed your dress out, he went to his trunk and removed a large wicker basket that had a thick blue buffalo plaid cloth lining the bottom. “For the peaches.” He grinned and took your hand in his, walking by your side to the wooden booth outside the orchard gates to pay the entry fee.

He stayed close to you the whole walk through, gently touching your back between trees, grazing his fingers over your bare arms, brushing your hair over your shoulder when it drifted forward from the warm breeze. He was smitten. You were just too beautiful for him to take his eyes off of you.

You admired a plump peach in your hand, rolling it through your palm with your fingers, bringing it to your nose to smell the saccharine goodness of the fruit.

Passing Armin a sly grin, you bit into the peach, wiping away some of the juice that trickled down your chin, giggling furiously.

He laughed with you, stepping close to you and placing his hand on your elbow, lifting his other hand to cup your face, then leaned his face down and placed a kiss on your sugary lips.

You exhaled through your nose and your eyes fluttered closed, bringing your free hand to his chest and curling your fingers around the fabric of his short sleeved button up shirt.

It took him a second to pull away from you, wanting to keep his mouth locked with yours forever, but once he willed himself to do so, he stared into your sparkling eyes, his own holding a heavy glint through his ocean blues.

Not much later were you back at his car, storing away your peaches back in the trunk in the basket.

Armin held you close to him by your arms and waist, kissing you once more, this time deeper and more passionately.

Your lips were becoming swollen from his, the little nibbles he placed along them growing a desire within you.

He felt this same desire, then glanced around after pulling away from you.

“Come here, pretty.” He whispered, pulling his back passenger door open and guiding you inside the back seat, crawling in behind you.

You giggled as he caged you against the seat, one hand supporting himself on the door, the other on the headrest of the seat as he brought his face back to yours, licking and kissing and biting your lips once again.

Your fingers laced around the back of his neck, your tongue finding home in his mouth, and when you felt him grab the underside of your knee, you relaxed your leg and let him handle you, bringing your ankle around his side and waist, leaning his hips in close to yours.

His lips left yours, sprinkling little kisses over your chin and jaw until they rested on your neck.

A breathy moan escaped your lips and you slid your fingers over his undercut into his hair, so soft and fluffy against your skin.

“I want you, pretty girl.” He whispered against the crook of your neck where your necklace laid.

“Take me, pretty boy.” You giggled, hooking your leg around his lower back.

With a quick motion, he scooped you up from under your ass and shifted so he was sitting in the center of the back seat, your gorgeous legs straddling his thighs, his hands resting on yours as he kissed you deeply once more.

You wiggled your hips, encouraging his arousal that you could feel beneath your clothed cunt. You didn’t care that you’d only just met him, he was an angel, such a charming and kind man, and you wanted to let him ravage you.

His palms trailed up your thighs, pushing under the skirt of your dress until his thumbs found your clit, rubbing quick circles right off the bat making you whine into his lips.

Armin chuckled against your teeth with a grin and slid one of his hands between your legs, his fingers pressing into your soaked panties over your folds.

“Wet already, my peach?” He whispered, his free hand wrapping around your ass cheek and giving it a firm squeeze.

You moaned and nodded, wiggling your hips again. “Wet for you,” you replied, tucking your lip between your teeth.

“I’m so glad.” He dove in for another kiss, lapping his tongue over your lips and the roof of your mouth, his fingers pulling your underwear to the side so he could slip a finger into you, drawing out such a sweet moan from you.

You rocked your hips as he pumped his finger inside of you, gasping when he found your tender spot.

He cooed at you, recognizing that he was making you feel so good, then pressed his fingertip into the spot over and over again, stroking his thumb over your clit as he did so.

His ego flared the higher your moans got, the more your fingernails dug into his shoulders from the pleasure he was giving you.

As your thighs squeezed his, biting your lips with a whine while dipping your head back, your release so close, so close, so close, his finger suddenly left your velvet cavern and you gasped, looking at him with obvious disappointment on your face.

“Armin!” You whimpered, rocking your hips. “Why’d you stop?”

He smoothed your hair down your back while giving you a kiss, then reached between the two of you to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, pulling his hard girth into his palm. “I want you to cum on my cock, pretty,” he mumbled.

Oh. You were fine with that then.

Nodding furiously, you helped him position his tip at your clenching hole, and with his free hand tight on the small of your waist, he pulled you down to sink onto his length, a squeak making its way out of your throat. “Armin! So big!”

“Shh, don’t think about it too much, just feel it.” He groaned and brought his hands to your face, cupping gently as he placed a butterfly kiss over your nose. “Just feel me inside of you, okay? You can fuck yourself on my cock when you’re ready.”

You nodded with a whimper and gave yourself a moment to relax your hips and thighs, sliding further down him and bottoming him out inside of you, another moan ringing from you.

Now ready and hungry for him, you started to roll your hips, listening to him hiss as he buried his face in your shoulder, holding your hips tightly.

“Fuck,” he breathed your name, “you’re so fucking tight. So tight, so pretty for me.” He gasped when you quickened your pace, starting to bounce on his lap.

Your fingers found their way into his hair again, fisting it and pulling his face up to yours, connecting your lips to his.

The two of you exchanged moans and groans back and forth between each other’s mouths as you fucked yourself on his glorious dick, his head grazing your walls so beautifully as he began to thrust up and meet your movements.

“Armin, Armin I’m gonna—” You threw your head back with a mewl and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his face into your chest as your pussy fluttered around his cock, your orgasm hitting you so hard your back arched and body convulsed.

Armin soon followed, letting out a loud yelp into your tits as he came inside of you, filling you with his hot ropes of seed until it spilled over his length and pooled in his lap.

You panted together, his lips slowly pecking up your chest and along the column of your throat until he met your lips again, sloppily kissing you until you both came down from your highs.

With a smile, you pulled away from his lips and brushed some of his hair away from his eyebrows, cradling his cheek in your palm. “Are you ready to go bake some peach pies, pretty boy?”

He chuckled and pecked your lips one last time, rubbing your hips and back. “Yes, I am.”

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[lue-arlert]

Lue!! Congrats on 100 followers!! <3 I would pretty please like to meet up with Armin, NSFW pls bc I'm a whore. I also wouldn't mind being a sugar baby.

Sandie my love thank you so so much 🥺🥺🖤

I hope you enjoy your date with Armin 🥰🥰

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The strangest date a sugar daddy has ever wanted to take you on was mini golfing.

You couldn’t say you weren’t excited, you were gonna get burgers and ice cream beforehand, and the simplicity of the date was a nice change of pace from others trying to constantly feed you calamari and wine—you could only handle so much of it.

Though, you were still confused about why he had you dress up in such an expensive dress, glimmering and soft in the sunlight, just for a $10 game of mini golf—but he did a great job planning ahead and buying you a comfortable pair of flats instead of stilettos to go with your dress.

He wanted to meet you at the ice cream parlor, saying he was running late from work and didn’t want you stuck at home looking so pretty when you could be out showing off your new outfit—even if you were just sitting in the parking lot.

Soon, while you were biting your nails against your car, a nice shiny black car rolled up beside you, and Armin Arlert stepped out in all his blond, dorky looking glory.

He wasn’t like any sugar daddy you’d ever had. He was younger than others, his hair fluffed and hanging in his eyes with a nice buzzed undercut, a button nose sitting between his baby fat cheeks, and his suits never appeared to be extremely expensive. In fact, he hardly ever wore a full suit. It was mostly just a nice pair of slacks and a wrinkled button up shirt tucked into them with simple loafers on his feet.

He smiled at you, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long, I’m sorry again for being late.”

“It’s okay.” You grinned up at him and slipped your arm into his, letting him walk you inside.

Your lunch was delicious—a cheeseburger with all the fixings, crispy fries and a cold soft drink, then your favorite ice cream in a crunchy cone.

Getting to know him was a lot of fun. He surprisingly had similar interests with you, so it was easier to bond with him and make jokes and tell stories about your life.

You kept getting stares from people who were dressed in just tee shirts and lawn-mowed tennis shoes, and it was getting Armin riled up. He loved when people could ogle at what was his, that he could show off his money, even in a humble environment such a burger joint ice cream parlor.

When other men would look at you, he just knew that they were trying to undress you with their eyes, the way they gazed over your shoulders and legs.

Armin couldn’t wait to be the one undressing you.

He paid for the golf balls and putters, holding your hand between rounds, touching your back to help you get the right posture for a hole-in-one, kissing the side of your head when you got excited about a hole-in-two.

It was when you bent down to rest your ball on the tee at a particular round, he suddenly lost it.

Glancing around, he made sure there weren’t any other patrons nearby, and he scooped you up by your waist, pulling a startled yelp from you, and carried you over to a large tunnel shaped like a barn that one would walk through to get to the next course.

There was a small bench in it, which he carefully placed you on and sat himself between your knees, pushing you back against the wall and kissing you ferociously.

You were still in a state of shock, having to take a moment to process what was happening, but you finally kissed him back with your arms around his neck, sighing happily through your nose.

His lips were warm and soft against yours, his nose bumping yours as he tilted his head, sliding his tongue into your mouth while his hands traveled up your sides.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him against you, and you could feel the bulge in his pants pressing into your core.

You couldn’t help the moan you let out at this contact, and it only fueled the fire that was burning inside of him.

Armin pulled away from your lips and latched onto your neck, his hands finding their place over your tits and massaging and squeezing, growling at the plump mounds in his palms.

Your body felt so good against his, the way your curves were flush against him, the way your hips absently rocked against his, your arms draped over his shoulders and hands in his blond locks.

He couldn’t wait any longer and pulled the front of your dress down, exposing your breasts as he leaned down to suck on one, then pushing your dress skirt up to your hips and pulling your thighs apart.

You moaned at his touches and kisses, and when his hand slipped between the two of you and his fingers found your clit, you all but melted against him, your body relaxing at the feeling of the little swirls over the bud.

And when he slipped a finger into your panties and pushed them aside, dipping into the hole of your cunt, you let out a shaky whimper as his knuckles dragged along your insides, leaving you twitching and rolling your hips.

“A-Armin—”

“‘Daddy’,” he corrected you against your throat.

“Daddy—! Someone, someone will see us.”

“Let them, pretty.” He finished the second hickey on your neck and kissed up to your ear, curling his fingers inside of you. “Let someone see how beautiful you are, how sweet you sound moaning for me.”

He pulled back and looked into your eyes as he continued to finger you, biting his smiling lip when he watched your jaw drop. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“So good, daddy,” you whimpered, your head falling back against the wall.

“Do you wanna cum on my fingers or on my cock?” He nipped at your lips and you whined, grabbing his shoulders.

“Your cock, daddy.” You slid your hands up to his face and pulled him into another kiss, to which he groaned and nodded against you.

Armin’s fingers slid out of you and he quickly made work on his belt and pants, pulling his thick length from his briefs.

“Gonna fuck you real good, baby. You want that? Want me to fuck you on my cock?”

“Please, daddy, want you to fuck me.” You nodded and slid your fingers into his hair, gasping when he rubbed his tip through your wet folds.

“Hope someone catches us,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist while his other hand positioned himself at your hole. “Want them to see how beautiful you look getting fucked by me.”

Before you could comment on this, he sheathed himself inside of you, making your jaw drop into a silent O, and Armin took great pleasure in seeing you in the hazy state.

“Everything okay, baby?” He asked in a condescending tone, grabbing your face as he began to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace.

You let out a shaky moan and nodded, your knees pulling closer to your exposed chest.

Armin chuckled again and brushed his thumbs on the corners of your lips, staring at how your mouth hung open, before he slid a thumb over your tongue, making you gasp.

“Suck,” he commanded, grunting with another thrust.

You immediately followed his word and wrapped your lips around the digit, hollowing your cheeks to pull him deeper into your mouth, running your wet tongue over his skin and nail.

He let out a breathy moan and continued to rock into you, his balls slapping against your ass as he quickened his pace.

You wrapped a hand around his wrist, holding his hand against your face as you continued to suck on his thumb, your teary eyes looking into his cloudy blue ones.

The tightness of your lips over his finger had Armin growling, mimicking the tightness of your pussy around his cock.

He removed his thumb and kissed you quickly, roughly, before pulling back again and resting his forehead on yours. “I’ll buy you something nice if you let me cum in you baby,” he whispered.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, holding onto him tightly. “Don’t need—don’t need nice—unng—please just cum in me.”

He laughed in your face, gripping your hips and holding you steady as he fucked you harder and faster, feeling you close to your own release and drawing your orgasm from you in an instant, bringing his mouth to yours so he could drink in your moans and cries, grunting as you squeezed and clenched around his cock.

“Gonna cum, baby,” he warned, brushing some of your hair away from your sweaty face and neck. “Gonna fill you.”

“F-fill me, daddy.” You nodded, eyes screwing shut as you began to grow overstimulated.

Armin held your jaw and kissed you again as he shot his load into you, spurt after spurt of his seed painting your insides and spilling out the sides of your hole down his length.

“Fuck, you did so good for me baby.” He shoved his tongue into your mouth and pulled out of you, quickly looking down to watch his essence drip out of you onto the bench and asphalt beneath you.

A sound drew both of your attention to the end of the tunnel, a couple standing in shock at the sight of him between your legs.

When Armin caught a glimpse of the tent in the man’s pants, he smirked and lifted your leg by your ankle to show off your trembling, dripping pussy while you squeaked nervously.

“Isn’t she beautiful? She did so well for me.” He kissed your calf and lowered your leg again, helping fix you back up and pulling you to your feet, dusting off the back of your dress.

He guided you out of the tunnel, passing a wink to the couple as he wedged past them, while you buried your face into his arm, embarrassed (and weirdly excited) about having been caught.

Maybe you could try this again sometime—fuck in public, and hope that Armin can show you off again.

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[lue-arlert]

Hi! I'm a new follower, nice to meet you! I'd like to participate in your event, but feel free to ignore this if it's only reserved to the first 100 followers. Speaking of which...congrats!! 🎉 I'd like a first date with Eren. Now, as much as I'd love to ask for something wholesome, I am too thirsty for the guy 😭 so I'm gonna go with a nsfw scenario, and I'm not a sugar baby. Thank you and have a nice day!!

Since you're understandably worried about minors...nope, I'm old, I'm 26 😂 you have no idea how happy it makes me to see other people my age in this fandom!

Hello Jamie, thank you so much, I’m happy to have you here!!! 💛

Have fun with Eren 🥰

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You never expected to experience the thrill of a hot air balloon—it was never at the top of your bucket list, but when Eren Jaeger suggested it for your first date, you couldn’t exactly say no. When a beautiful man wants to take you on an adventure, you say yes and let him sweep you away.

And now you were leaning over the side of the gigantic basket, looking over the teeny tiny people and buildings, a wide grin over your face. Your limbs trembled as you gazed down, adrenaline coursing through you.

The touch on your back, Eren’s large hand resting on you, pulled you away from your focus and you looked over your shoulder at him with wide, excited eyes.

“It’s so beautiful up here!” You exclaimed, nearly squealing.

He chuckled and dragged his hand up your back, into your hair and cupping your head. “I was hoping you’d like it.”

“This is amazing.” You returned your gaze to the beauty of the earth beneath you, your hands tightly gripping the wall of the basket.

Your heart fluttered at not only the sheer height of your travels, but the feel of his hand brushing over you.

Eren had introduced himself to you months ago, running into you on your way to work and knocking your coffee onto your chest. He wouldn’t stop apologizing and offered you his number so he could buy you a new shirt, and as much as you appreciated his willingness to make right his accident, you took his number for his kindness, and not the promise of a new blouse.

Over time, you talked and tried to set up a date, but your schedules never lined up, until today. As soon as you both confirmed your mutual day off, he booked the event and set up the date.

And now, half a mile in the air, you were in awe, in awe of how powerful you felt being so high up, and of how beautiful he looked with the sunlight pouring over his tan skin.

With a content sigh, you folded your arms on the edge of the basket and leaned down, resting your chin on your forearm, gazing at the city in the distance.

As you admired it, you felt hands on your hips and turned to look over your shoulder to see Eren standing directly behind you, hips flush against your ass.

“Eren?”

He bent over you and nudged your chin to face you forward again, shushing you quietly with his lips grazing your ear. “You look so pretty right now.”

You blushed and looked at the city again, then your jaw dropped when you felt his fingers dip under your skirt and press against your pussy.

“Eren!”

“It’s okay baby, just wanna make you feel good.”

You nodded and dug your chin into your arm, sighing as he worked his fingers over your clothed slit. While he worked his ministrations, your eyes fluttered shut, no longer able to focus on the scenery beneath you. When he touched your clit and began to circle it, you let out a whine, squeezing your thighs together.

He chuckled behind your ear and pulled your panties to the side, shoving his middle finger into you without warning, causing you to gasp.

You didn’t want to stop him, it was obvious he knew what he was doing, he was making you feel so good.

Your fingernails dug into your elbows as you held tightly onto yourself, biting your lip and struggling not to rock your hips.

“You’re getting so wet, baby.” Eren whispered in your ear, laying over your back and reaching around to cup your breast.

“Making me wet,” you whined, burying your face into your arms.

“Good.” He kissed the side of your head and slipped another finger in you, stretching you and prepping you, so ready to put his cock inside of you.

And you were ready for him, too. Your hips finally began to roll, his knuckles pressing into the lips of your cunt as he finger fucked you, squeezing your tit and kissing your shoulder through your shirt.

You let out a soft moan, biting your lips and looking over your shoulder at him.

You half met each other’s gazes, and before your orgasm built up, he slid his fingers out of you and unbuckled his belt, shortly after pulling his cock out of his pants and pushing the tip against your clenching hole.

“‘M sorry baby, need you now.” He panted in your ear, flipping your skirt up over your ass and sheathing himself inside of you, groaning loudly.

You gasped with him, your head falling back and fingers digging into your arm and the basket.

As he let you adjust to his size, you let out a sigh and pushed back against him, hunching your shoulders, whining, “I’m ready, please fuck me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice for him to start thrusting his hips into you, his hands gripping tightly on your hips.

He groaned and stood straight to get a better angle to fuck you, watching you rock forward into the side of the basket as his hips snapped against you over and over.

The exhilaration of being so high up and his cock twitching inside of you had you feeling like you were on top of the world, filled with ecstasy and tingles pricking your skin.

After speeding his thrusts, Eren leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of you against the ledge, kissing the back of your head. “You’re tight, pussy is so tight, don’t ever wanna pull out.”

You groaned and whined at the feeling of his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, your cunt clenching at his words. “Don’t cum in me,” you growled, then felt him nod against your hair.

“Okay, okay baby, I won’t.” He slid his hands up your sides and around to hold your breasts, gripping them tightly and using them to pull you back against him, drawing a high moan from you.

Between his dick in your pussy and his hands on your tits, you felt yourself fluttering and knew your release was coming.

“Eren,” you whimpered, using your muscles to push yourself back against him more, his tip brushing your sweet spot until it broke you, your climax rocking through you and squeezing his cock tight.

“Oh, fuck!” He pulled out of you and quickly fucked his fist, shooting hot spurts of his seed all over your ass and panties, wheezing as he came down from his sex-induced high, resting his forehead on your back and placing gentle kisses over your shirt.

You both stayed as you were, bent over and breathing heavily, until he rubbed your back and stepped away from you, pulling his pants back up.

You flipped your skirt back over your ass, covering his cum as you felt it soak into your panties, making a mental note to wash them when you got home.

He spun you around and pulled you against him, placing kisses on your lips and wrapping an arm around your waist.

The two of you made out for a while, exploring each other’s mouths and sucking on each other’s lips, before Eren pulled away and held your face close to his, smiling wide. “We should go back down.”

“Can you go down later?” You gave him a sly grin, and his eyebrows raised as he nodded, catching your meaning.

“Hell yes,” he chuckled, kissing you again before turning to the steering handle, lowering it to make the balloon descend back to the earth.

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[lue-arlert]

@killerbananas @kbeewrites

Hi KB!! Here is your first date with Annie and Porco, I hope you have a wonderful time on your camping trip 🥰 Thank you being a follower and supporting my work! 💜

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You weren’t terribly thrilled about going camping. The weather wasn’t the greatest, wasn’t awful either, but you could’ve done without the humidity.

You were excited though, about spending time with your friends Annie and Porco—friends, but now you were on a date with them. They admitted to liking you as more than a friend, and asked if you wanted to go out with them, and you ecstatically said yes, because damn you liked them too, what were the odds they felt the same way?

Currently, your hand was laced with Annie’s as you trudged up the hill behind Porco, who was leading you to the campsite.

You’d just gotten done having lunch by the river, which you had to confess was a beautiful area, and made up for your begrudgingly not wanting to go camping.

You finally reached your spot, Porco stopping just before the fire pit and turning to the both of you with his hands in his pockets. “I’m glad you decided to come with us.” He said to you as he lifted one hand, cupping your face.

You blushed and nodded, leaning into his touch. “I’m glad I did, too.”

He turned to Annie and brought his other hand up to her face, resting his palm on her cheek. He smiled at her, brushing his thumb under her eye as she looked at him with her stoic eyes.

“The sun is gonna be setting soon,” he said, “we should get everything ready for the fire.”

You both nodded, still under his touch, and he leaned forward, kissing Annie gently, then turned to you and ghosted his lips over yours, looking into your eyes with a soft smile before placing a kiss on your mouth.

You returned the smile and kissed him back, your belly flopping excitedly.

The three of you separated to complete your tasks of fetching firewood and lighter fluid, coming back together after about 15 minutes and prepping the fire pit.

You chatted away, killing time as the sun began to set, then you skipped over to your coolers and baskets, grabbing the makings for s’mores.

Porco chuckled at how cute you were, being so excited about the treats, then motioned you over to help him get the fire started.

Once it was roaring and crackling, Annie took a seat in her folding chair, pulling you into her lap, resting her chin on your shoulder.

Your face painted with a blush, and you cuddled back into her, resting the side of your head on her cheek as the three of you talked about anything and everything.

You noticed Porco was staring past you while you spoke to him, but thought nothing of it, nor of Annie’s nod against your shoulder and head.

It wasn’t until you felt her hands traveling up your sides that you froze, the butterflies returning.

Her graze was slow, and her touch felt relaxing, but when her palms came over your breasts, your back arched slightly.

She gave them small gropes, circling her palms over them, before her fingers found the buttons of your flannel, slowly undoing them.

Your eyes widened at this and your breath hitched, but you just couldn’t bring it in you to stop her—if this meant you were about to be fucked, you were ready.

When you saw Porco palming his lap, you knew you were definitely getting fucked—and shit, you were ready.

You knew your panties were already getting soaked, and it didn’t help when Annie brought her cold hands under your tank top, trailing up your belly and pulling the shirt with her hands, until she reached your tits, then she made a curious noise.

“No bra?” She whispered, pinching your nipples. “Were you expecting this, honey?”

You shook your head while swallowing nervously, pulling your flannel open. “No, I wasn’t.”

“Do you want me to stop?” You felt her lips barely touch your ear, and another shiver ran down your spine.

“No, please, no.”

She nodded and began to kiss your neck, her fingers and hands still working at your breasts, making you lean your head back and groan.

Porco hadn’t moved from his seat, but you could hear the clinking of his pants unbuckling and your mouth began to water at the idea of him watching you being touched.

“Annie,” you grumbled, grabbing one of her hands. “Want you to finger me.” You slowly pulled it from your breast and lowered it down past your belly and over your clothed cunt.

She hummed in your ear and stroked her fingers over your clit, drawing another groan from you. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you breathed, rocking your hips, needy for her touch.

She slipped her hand into your bottoms, her icy fingers making you hiss, until she found your clit and slowly began to trace little circles over it.

You reached a hand behind her head and held on tightly to her, knocking her hair clip loose. “Oh, shit,” you whispered. “Feels so good.”

She hummed again, bringing her lips to your ear and leaving little kisses and licks over the shell of it, one hand still pawing your tit and squeezing your nipple between her knuckles, the other beginning to dip into your folds.

You could hear Porco growl from where he sat and lifted your head to look at him, your eyes beginning to gaze over with lust. “Can—can he join us, A-Annie?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, nipping your neck. “Come here, Pock.” She commanded.

He slowly stood and kicked his pants off his legs, not caring that his limbs were exposed to the cold air and bugs, and strode over to the two of you, his thick cock in his fingers. “What can I do, ladies?”

Annie shifted while two of her fingers slid into you, and she quietly said, “Fuck your fist. Let her see how hard you are for her.”

He tightened his grip on his dick and reached out with his other hand, grabbing your jaw and making you face his lower half. “So pretty, pretty for us, isn’t she?”

Annie nodded and began to suck on your neck, relishing in your moans and whimpers as her nimble fingers worked their way inside your tight cunt, feeling around for your velvety spot that would make you cum.

You spread your knees for her and began to breathe heavily, laying a hand over hers that still squeezed your tit, and you helped her massage the fatty mound, watching Porco’s thick hand work up and down his length, the prettiest bead of precum shimmering from the campfire.

You sucked in a deep breath as Annie’s thumb found your clit, and you quietly asked, “Will I get to suck it?”

“No, honey.” Annie cooed, lips leaving your neck. “Your mouth is going to be in my pussy while he fucks you. Does that sound good?”

You nodded eagerly and felt your core tightening, and your hips rocked as her fingers quickened their pace, soon drawing your orgasm from you and you moaned loudly, trembling under her arms and throwing your head back over her shoulder, whimpering her name.

“Take her, Porco.”

He panted and groaned, so close to cumming, but followed orders and released his cock, stepping forward to grab you out of her arms, pulling you to your feet and leaning down to kiss you roughly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back fervently, and gasped when you felt Annie’s hands cup your ass, massaging and groping before she pulled your pants and panties down to your ankles and laying a quick smack to your left cheek.

“Step out,” she stated.

You pulled your feet from them and moaned when you felt her lay a kiss where she slapped you, her lips trailing up to your lower back.

“Porco,” she mewled. “Bring her to all fours.”

He reluctantly pulled from your lips and spun you around, his hands on your hips as he rutted his cock against your ass, both of you groaning.

Annie stared into your eyes as she stood and stripped down in front of you, gaze never leaving yours, before she sat back in her chair and lifted her knees to her chest, signaling for Porco to move you.

He lowered you by your shoulders, sitting behind you on his knees and pushing you forward towards the blonde, her hair draping down over her shoulder.

“Come eat this pussy, honey.” She grabbed your hair and pulled you forward until your face was buried into her cunt, and she let out a low growl as you gasped and immediately began to lap at her. “Good girl,” she mumbled, stroking a thumb over your eyebrow.

You raised your hands and held onto her hip and thigh, mouth moving over her folds, tongue tasting her soaking hole. She was delicious—you never thought pussy could taste so good, so tangy and sweet, and you were becoming so drunk on her you almost didn’t notice Porco beginning to finger you, until he grazed your g-spot, making you gasp.

“Oh, right there?” He asked, bending over you to kiss your shoulder.

You nodded, your nose brushing Annie’s clit and drawing a moan from her.

Porco pulled his fingers from you, much to your disappointment, but he soon made up for it by sliding his dick inside of you, a deep and heavy groan rattling from his chest. “Fuck, you’re tight, baby.” He let out a breathy laugh and began to thrust his hips, making you whimper and moan into Annie’s warmth.

She tugged and fisted your hair, starting to pant as your tongue worked over her, a sensation she would never forget—Porco’s tongue always felt good, but you were making her feel fucking fantastic, like she’d never felt before with someone going down on her. “You’re doing so good, honey,” she purred, leaning her head back, bringing a hand to one of her bare tits and squeezing softly. “Making me feel so good—better than Porco, honey.”

You whimpered, not only at your praise, but in sympathy for Porco, who whined sadly, but this only made him quicken his pace as he fucked your wet hole.

“‘M sorry, Annie,” he crooned, leaning his face on your back. “I’ll do better, promise.”

“Just keep fucking her, Pock.” She groaned and cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer to her. “Fuck her harder, she’s gonna make me cum, she deserves it.”

He followed her word and snapped his hips against your ass, drilling into you with such force that your face bounced against Annie’s cunt, making you whimper ever more and squeeze your nails into her skin.

With this, Annie rocked her hips and threw her head back, fist tightening around your hair as she drew out a long moan, creaming over your tongue and chin. She twitched as you continued to lap at her, dedicating yourself to her pussy until Porco made you cum, and he brought his hand down to your clit, circling it furiously until you came undone under him, shouting into Annie’s folds as your hips thrusted with your climax, only milking Porco as he shot a load inside of you, biting your shoulder to hold back his own shriek, his release filling you up and making it easier for him to slide inside of you, overstimulating you as you did to Annie.

She finally pulled your face away and yanked your head up by your hair, pulling you to her and kissing you violently, cupping your face.

You returned the kiss and wrapped your arms around her neck, moaning as Porco crawled up behind you and pushed his chest flush against your back, bringing his hands around to hold your tits in his large hands.

You were glad you joined them on this camping trip, and spent the rest of the night between them, even as you slept in your shared sleeping bag, each of them holding onto you as you drifted away, nuzzled into both of your new lovers.

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[lue-arlert]

Hello! Congratulations on reaching 100! Would you mind to set me up on a date with Jean (of course 😁), NSFW is OK, and I'm no sugar baby lol. Thanks darling! 💖🙏

Juliana, hello dear and thank you! I hope you enjoy your nighttime beach picnic with Jean-boy!

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Your car was parked in the lot near the hill of the beach. You leaned against the hood, texting your friends, waiting for your date to arrive.

Jean Kirstein had asked you out after you’d met at a friend’s wedding. He was one of your friend’s husband’s groomsmen, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you as you danced with your friend during the reception.

He asked you for your number after bringing you a drink when you wandered away from the dance floor, and you instantly clicked.

The sound of tires rolling up beside you drew your attention away from your phone and you grinned as Jean stepped out of his car, a large woven basket in hand with a thick rolled up blanket tucked under his arm.

He grinned at you as he circled around his car and stood before you, free hand in his pocket. “Hi,” he said sweetly.

“Hello,” you responded, returning the grin.

“Ready for dinner?” He asked, nudging the basket forward.

“Lead the way,” you bowed dramatically as you motioned for him to walk past you towards the boardwalk.

He chuckled at you and removed his hand from his pocket, taking yours and lacing your fingers together as he pulled you along with him down the wooden path, soon the fleeting warmth of the sand covering your toes and the bottom of your feet as it slid into your sandals.

The sun was setting, leaving a beautiful orange and blue contrast through the sky, making the water sparkle as it splashed up against the shore.

Jean came to a stop at a fairly secluded spot, some foliage and greenery from a nearby grassy area surrounding the spot.

You helped him spread the blanket and sat on your knees, watching as he leaned into the basket and began to pull out an assortment of food.

There were finger sandwiches, small bowls of potato salad and macaroni salad, various fruits and vegetables, some snack cakes. The options made you excited, unsure what to pick first.

Jean noticed your hesitancy and picked one of the sandwiches for you, passing over with a grin. “You looked like you needed help.”

You smiled sheepishly at him and took the sandwich, wiggling so sit beside him as you ate.

You conversed about your weeks, telling jokes and brief stories and getting to know each other better.

You found his sense of humor meshed with yours well. It was so easy to make him laugh, and for him to make you laugh.

The sound of his voice made your heart sing, and when he would talk with his hands dramatically, you couldn’t stop grinning at his theatrics.

You inched closer together throughout the dinner, soon your sides flush against each other as you leaned into him while he slowly pushed a piece of fruit between your lips.

Your teeth barely grazed his fingertip, but that was enough to spark something within him.

Jean blinked slowly as he watched you chew, watched your throat bob as you swallowed. He wondered what it would feel like to have your throat bobbing like that around his dick.

His hand came up to cup your jaw as he leaned down to kiss you, his fingers brushing some of your hair behind your ear.

Butterflies erupted in you as you returned the kiss, laying your hand on his firm chest. His pecs felt nice and tight beneath your palm, and you had the urge to dig your fingernails into them.

The kiss became heated just as the sun dipped under the horizon, the twinkling sky now taking its place to blanket over your bodies as your tongues met and danced together, tasting each other’s dinner on your mouths.

Jean slowly pushed you back, a hand on your shoulder as he nestled himself between your legs, bringing a hand to your thigh.

He let out a quiet groan as he pulled away from your lips, your noses barely touching. “Sorry for that,” he chuckled, “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Don’t apologize,” you grabbed onto his shirt collar and looked up into his eyes. “And don’t stop, either.”

He took this cue to take your lips in his once again, sliding his hand over your thigh and grinned against your mouth as you moaned, lifting your hips.

“Eager, are we?” He whispered into the kiss, bringing his other hand to your opposite thigh and pushing your legs to the side.

“Mhm,” you nodded, pulling away briefly. “I wanted you to touch me since you first introduced yourself to me.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a smug grin and a raised eyebrow.

You nodded again, biting your lip as you wiggled your hips. “Are you gonna touch me, or not?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled, drawing his hands down your thighs until his thumbs reached your heat, leaving you whining.

They worked delicate circles over your lower lips, and he watched as your eyes fluttered shut and head leaned back.

After listening to your moans, he felt himself growing hard, and needing more of you.

So he pulled his hands away and slid them to your hips, grabbing the waistband of your leggings and giving gentle tugs. “Let’s get rid of these, huh?”

You lifted your hips and let him remove them and your panties in one go, shivering at the cool air meeting your slick pussy.

It didn’t take him long to lay over top of you, planting another hard kiss on your lips as his fingers found their way back to your folds, touching softly and drawing another moan from you.

“So wet,” he chuckled, collecting the juices and dragging them up to your clit to rub small circles over the bud. “So pretty.”

You whimpered into his mouth and rolled your hips with his motions, dying for him to slip them inside of you.

He would be sure to spend plenty of time teasing you, knowing good and well from the heavy rocking where you wanted him.

He pinched your clit, rolled it between his fingers, massaged your pussy lips until your breathing grew heavy and whines grew louder.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled away from his lips, glaring up into his perfect honey eyes. “Stop teasing,” you begged.

“As you wish,” Jean chuckled again, immediately dipping two fingers into you without any further prep.

You gasped loudly, eyes fluttering shut as he pumped his fingers in and out of you with a lewd squelching noise.

He kissed down to your neck and suckled gently, whispering into your skin how pretty your whines were and how lovely you looked taking his fingers so nicely, and how soft you were on the inside.

Your fingers wrapped tightly around his shirt, lips quivering at his words as you continued to rock your hips. The build-up growing inside of you was almost becoming too much to bear, and you hoped your climax would come soon or you’d just drift away from your burning need for release.

Jean bit your neck at the same time his fingertips brushed your most sensitive spot and that was it—you were sent to your peak, knees pulling up to your chest and a loud whimper escaped your throat as you came around his fingers, your juices soaking him as he fingered you through your high.

Just as he began to overstimulate you, he pulled his digits out and pushed your legs flat to the ground so he could straddle your hips while he cupped your cheeks and peppered little kisses around your forehead. “Did that feel good, hun?” He asked softly.

“Yes,” you let out a breathy laugh. “Yes it did.”

“Good.” He placed a peck on your lips and scooted to the side, undoing his belt and pants. “Think you can make me feel good?”

“Yes.” You nodded and tucked your lip between your teeth as you watched him completely remove his bottoms before he straddled you once again, inching his way up to your face.

You practically drooled at the sight of his long cock. He looked delicious, and like he would struggle to put it all in your mouth—but that was a challenge you were willing to accept.

He finally straddled your head, holding the base of his cock as he positioned it close to your mouth. “You ready? You think you can take me?”

“Mhm,” you nodded eagerly, bringing your hands up to his thighs.

He slid his head between your lips and instantly let out a groan, your mouth was so warm and wet for him, and he slid himself down the length of your tongue until you were gagging on his cock.

It started with you sucking and slurping, one hand wrapping around the base of his dick to fist what wouldn’t fit in your mouth. Soon it turned into him humping your face, his tip gagging you.

You took him like a champ though, swallowing him almost whole and hollowing your cheeks, mindful of your teeth as to not harm the poor, hot man above you.

Sweat beaded off of his face and dripped down above your head as he continued thrusting into your mouth, and he found himself struggling to hold back, his hips becoming more erratic and shoving himself further into your throat. Your gags made him growl with pleasure and he caught a glimpse of his bulge in your throat as he face fucked you, and that did it for him.

He let out a gasp as he gripped your hair with one hand, dumping a load down your throat without warning, filling your mouth so much that it pooled over the corners of your lips and dribbled down your cheeks while you tried to gulp down the rest of his salty cum.

With shaky thighs, he crawled off of you and helped sit you up, wiping his thumbs across your face to clean his release from your cheeks.

You grinned wildly at him and pulled him in for a kiss, which he gladly accepted.

You made out for a while, both pantless, the moonlight shining down on your cozy little spot and illuminating the beauty that was the both of you, entangled in each other’s arms and pressing your bodies against each other.

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[lue-arlert]

luella !!! so so happy for you making it to 100 !! cant wait to see more of your work from here on out hehe :)

i would love to participate in your event !!! id want my first date to be with sweet armin, i dont mind if you include a lil bit of nsfw in there 😈😈 and i am not a sugar baby !

thank u so so much cutie <3

Honey!!! Hello!!! Thank you so much, I hope you have a good time painting with Armin!!!

WC: 1.2k

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You were excited for your date. There wasn’t any need to dress up fancy, no need to make yourself smelling all pretty and have your hair done up.

All you needed was a cute scrunchy, your paint-covered overalls, and comfy shoes.

You were set to meet him—Armin Arlert, delicate and beautiful Armin Arlert—at a nearby river with your easel and art supplies, where you would have your first date, painting together and exchanging your favorite teas.

You met him in a record store. He was flipping through some albums, searching for a band you’d never heard of, when he caught you gazing at him and his beautiful, fluffy blond hair.

It was an awkward introduction. You hadn’t meant to stare, but you were so enamored with how breathtaking he looked in his pale blue flannel and fitted khakis, silver studs in his ears, a ring on his pinky finger, that you just couldn’t stop yourself.

He’d asked you for help finding the album, assuming you’d worked there from the way you watched him. You embarrassingly had to tell him that you did not work there, and unfortunately had never heard of this artist, but if he told you what genre they were, you might be able to suggest other musicians.

This led to an hour-long discussion of music and art, the latter becoming a subject of interest when you commented on the album cover artwork of a handful of different bands.

Turns out, you both love music and painting.

And now you were here, on your way to meet up with him, a wide grin over your lips.

You’d packed some snacks, knowing you’d be there a good while.

The weather was perfect for your outing. The sun was blanketed by passing clouds, but there wasn’t any kind of gray overcast, and there was a gentle enough breeze that your ponytail would billow around your neck just the slightest.

He greeted you as you approached him where he sat by the river, a blanket beneath him and some snack boxes of his own at his side.

You greeted each other and then you set up your station across from him, spreading your paint and cups and brushes off to your side over your own blanket.

As you painted, you held gentle conversation, giggling together and telling stories about your childhood, exchanging the different kinds of art projects you had in school as kids, recalling every piece in great detail.

Your eyes constantly wandered to each other over your easels, making contact as smiles took over your lips before you turned back to your artwork.

Armin had decided to put some music on from his phone and explained to you that this was the artist he was searching for in the record shop.

It was catchy, you admitted to that. You’d never heard their music, but found yourself enjoying it as he sang along, you yourself rocking side to side as you pretended to mumble the lyrics you weren’t familiar with.

Time went on, the sun still in the sky to provide ample lighting for your paintings, and you called out to Armin that you had finished, but would not show him your work until he was done.

He panicked slightly, and it was adorable the way he dedicated himself to finishing his painting, too eager to show you his work.

As you waited for him, you took in the sounds of nature around you, relishing in the breeze and the singing birds and the trickling water to your side, the scent of flowers and grass overwhelming your nostrils.

He thought you were beautiful. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, the way your hair flowed against the back of your head, the way you carried your shoulders, the curve of your back, the way you sat cross-legged on your blanket and picked at the sole of your shoe.

His heart fluttered every time you looked at him and he never wanted that feeling to go away. You were perfect for him. So perfect, you were the subject of his painting, his muse in the flowers, as you sat across from him behind your easel.

Armin was finally ready to show you his masterpiece (you), and on the count of three, you each turned your canvases, jaws dropping at the other’s painting.

He was surprised to find that you painted him, just as he painted you. Your choice in pastels complimented his appearance, your art style capturing his gentleness.

Moving over to your blanket, he sat beside you and you each looked over your artwork, pointing out little details you each liked about the other’s work.

In the midst of your praisings, his lips found their way to yours, capturing you in the most scrumptious kiss you’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

He was soft, his touches like feathers over your face and arms, so warm against you as he pulled you ever closer, his fingers finding their way behind your ears and in your hair as he cupped your face, deepening the kiss, slowly lowering you to your back.

It didn’t take long for your hands to begin exploring each other, slowly and sensually, knuckles grazing skin, and soon the straps of your overalls were popped open, the denim being wiggled down your body.

You helped Armin remove the heavy garment, sliding your feet out from the legs to expose your bare thighs and soft pink lace panties.

His kisses trailed down your body, kissing your chest through your shirt as he carefully groped you.

Your moans blended in with the flowing river while his lips danced over your belly, his soft hand pushing your shirt up to expose the flesh as he grew closer to your warmth.

Then his mouth pressed against your folds through your panties, kissing and nipping to make you whine.

Between his saliva and your slick, the lace was good and damp, and he brought his fingers to you to hook into the fabric and pull it aside, your dripping cunt now fully exposed to him.

He licked his lips hungrily and quickly dove in, his tongue slotting between your lips and lapping at you like he’d never drunk anything so sweet in his life.

Your fingers laced through his hair as your back arched, his name rolling off your tongue while he slurped at you, closing his mouth around your clit.

His attention to your body sent you reeling with pleasure, goosebumps over your skin, toes curling, moans drifting from your throat.

He licked from your hole to your clit, over and over, flattening his tongue, using the tip to barely graze you, swishing it side to side to taste every inch of you.

The longer he ate you, the more your orgasm built up, and from the way your hands shook over his scalp and your hips trembled within his grasp, he knew you were about to release.

With a final suck and lap at your clit, he was able to grin widely against your sopping skin as you came around his tongue, your voice sounding like angels singing from above as you whined and moaned his name again and again like he was your favorite song.

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[lue-arlert]

Hi! <3 Could I please get a date with Reiner? I'm not a sugar baby lol. Pure fluff, if you don't mind. <3 Thank you!

ZEKI HELLO thank you for your patience while I got your date ready for you 🥰💚

I hope you have a lovely time with Reiner! 💚✨

WC: 1.2k

You always had a crush on Reiner. When you were small kids, you always played together, always went and did what you could within the restricted areas, as far as you were allowed to wander in Marley.

When he started training and prepping to become an Honorary Marleyan Warrior, you didn’t know what was going on. You didn’t know why your friend was suddenly busy and couldn’t play anymore.

And as you grew older, seeing him ship off to the devil’s island, you cried and cried, fearing you would never see him again, afraid for him that he had a bloody Titan in him.

When he returned to Marley, you were elated. When you found out he returned alone, you were sad.

You greeted him at his arrival, glad that he remembered you after all these years, and nearly crying when he embraced you.

You were inseparable since then. It was nearly every day you spent together, catching up, talking about your lives during the times you were apart.

It took years of hiding your infatuation for him before you were fed up of it, confessing to him one day on a walk.

He was obviously shaken by your admission, but after mulling it over, he’d realized that he’d always had those same feelings. It took him a few minutes to gather the courage to ask you out, but when he finally did, it was a relief to the both of you.

There wasn’t much to be done around Marley. Even with Reiner’s military pay, you couldn’t afford a ‘fine dining’ date, so you decided a rooftop picnic would be the most creative thing you come up with.

It was the rooftop of your home, the unit nestled above the market your parents owned taller than the rest around it, having just enough of a view over the city and some grassy landscapes that you could maybe deem it romantic, in the right angle of sunlight.

You wore your prettiest dress, the one your mother made you for a family member’s wedding, with dainty little flowers embroidered around the hem and collar, sleeveless to show your soft arms, the band around your bicep matching the color of the details in your dress.

After your hair was good and fixed up, you left your bedroom to meet Reiner at the back door entrance to your home behind the market, waiting patiently against the wall with your hands behind your back.

The weather was perfect for your early morning date; the sun was rising, and the air was gentle and cool, soon to be warm and bright.

You were humming to yourself as you rolled a chunky rock under your foot, staring at the ground before you, when a pair of boots came into your vision, making your eyes trail upwards to meet Reiner’s amber irises.

A smile crept over your face and you reached out to his nervous, extended hand, taking his large fingers into your palm.

He greeted you quietly, standing awkwardly while holding your hand, unsure what to say.

After spending almost too much time staring up at his beautiful towering figure, you cleared your throat and led him to the staircase that climbed to the roof, a display of a small breakfast plated out across the table, various fruits and breads and some eggs on some old chipped dishes ready for you.

Reiner held back a smile as you motioned him to his seat, releasing his hand and sitting beside him at the round table, laying a fabric napkin over your legs.

You caught up on things from work and talked about plans for the week, laughing between bites of food and sipping at your coffees.

And after breakfast was long finished, you still continued to talk, leaning close to each other in your own chairs, elbows nearly touching.

There was a moment when you were talking that you realized Reiner was staring at you. It was different from how he normally looked at you, his eyes seemed to glimmer differently and they would trace the shape of your face, his chin resting in his palm as he leaned his elbow on the arm of his chair.

This made you stop, your eyes blinking as you tilted your head to look up at him.

“Are you okay, Rei?” You asked quietly.

He blinked in return, pausing a moment before nodding, dropping his hand from his face. “I… I just…” He pursed his lips, unsure of how to say what he wanted, but he carefully reached his hand over and took yours, wrapping his fingers around it.

You could feel how anxious he was, his palms damp around your hand—but you didn’t mind it.

You were happy to have him so close to you like this. You’d dreamed of this for so many years, of his hands being wrapped around yours, of him gazing at you like he was now.

“You can tell me anything, Rei.” His hand was now sandwiched between both of yours, your thumb grazing his knuckles as you shifted in your seat, crossing a knee over the other to face him better.

He nodded again, clearing his throat. “I’m… happy that you told me how you feel.”

The blush that took over his cheeks gave you butterflies.

“Yeah?” It took everything to hold your smile back.

“Yeah.” He pursed his lips again, then carefully took his hand from yours, gripped the arms of his chair and lifted it to scoot it closer to you, until it bumped against yours, then he sat back once more, taking your hand in his again, his arm grazing you.

You smiled and shifted in your seat to lean your head on his shoulder, watching the city beneath you and birds taking to the sky, and with how close you were now, you could smell his cheap cologne. It wasn’t a bad smell to you, it was inviting and warm, and right now it had you so comforted, so relaxed against his bulky frame.

He called your name to grab your attention and you tilted your head, craning your neck to get a good look at him.

“I, uh…” He looked away from you for a moment, then returned his gaze to yours, lifting his free hand to touch your cheek. “This… this has been nice. I-I want to do this again sometime.”

A wide grin spread over your face and you nodded, careful not to show too much excitement. “I would love that.”

Reiner finally allowed a soft smile to make its place over his lips, relieved that you still felt the same, that he didn’t do anything weird or awkward during the date to make you change your mind.

“Thank you for always being there for me.” He whispered, his thumb grazing the curve of your cheek.

“I’ll always be here for you, Rei,” you returned, leaning into his touch.

He nodded thoughtfully, then cupped your face, his pinky hooked under your jaw, and tilted your head up to him more, and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your pretty lips, his own quivering just the slightest with nerves.

You reassuringly placed your hand on his chest as you kissed him back, no longer holding back the crazy smile that plastered itself on your face.

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Thank you so much to @coffeeforday for letting me use her beautiful picture for the header 🥰

[lue-arlert]

tumblr really gonna do me dirty by yeeting my ask into the void ☠️ but once again Lue, my cutiest lil love!! congrats on your 100!!! 🥺💕 since I’m an indecisive mess, wheelofnames dot com said a sfw date with Jean please and thankies 🥰 +not a sugar baby

Katie Katie Katie hi bby ilysm MWAH 😚 Thank you so much!!! 💜

I hope you enjoy your first date with Jean 🥰

WC: 1.4k

The smell of mozzarella sticks and pizza and wax and dirty socks filled your senses as you stepped into the clearly-didn’t-age-well building, glancing around at the neon decor, listening to the clamoring of bowling pins, buzzing of TVs congratulating a strike or booing a split, and the loud chatter of patrons over the one-hit-wonder music.

You were running late for your date, not noticing your shirt was on backwards, and you hurried over to where you spotted the tree of a man, who towered over the computer at the lane he was assigned, punching his name into the scoreboard.

“Hi, Jean!” You exclaimed, stumbling down to the lane.

He turned and chuckled at you, brushing his fingers through his ashy brown mullet. “Hi there, I was worried you weren’t going to be coming.”

“Sorry,” you said, out of breath as you sat your bag down in a chair. “I left my phone at home and couldn’t tell you I was running late.”

“No worries.” His sweet smile had you melting already, and he watched you look for a ball, picking up various ones, testing the weights, skipping over ones you deemed ‘ugly’ colored (even if it was the exact weight you needed), and he couldn’t help but admire the way you ungracefully glided over the floor, your feet catching each other as you searched.

When he noticed your shirt was backwards, his heart swelled and he was sure he fell in love—what a goofy girl, and so beautiful.

You returned, presenting your bowling ball proudly, despite the small chip by the thumb hole.

He shook his head with a smile and added you to the scorecard, getting the lane ready.

“Wait—” He stopped you as you stepped down to the ball return. “You need bowling shoes.”

“Oh yeah!” You laughed at yourself and skipped away to the counter, soon coming back and changing your shoes.

The songs on the PA system were ever changing, some classic rock, which Jean enjoyed, some early decades hip hop and pop, some music neither of you recognized, and every now and again a handful of popular songs would play, the both of you singing along and laughing together.

You would tease him when he made gutter balls or splits, snickering at him into the back of your hand, only for him to get his revenge when you somehow managed to bounce your extremely heavy resin ball into the lane next to yours, knocking your neighbor’s ball out of the way and striking their pins.

Jean belted out a deep laugh, clutching his stomach as you ran over to the other bowler, waving your hands apologetically as they stared at you in utter confusion. They all but shooed you away, not caring enough about the game to think you should’ve reacted the way you did.

After sulking over to Jean, he patted your shoulder and took his turn, finishing up your first game.

Before starting the next one, he wandered with you to the food counter, ordering a large pizza with your favorite fixings, and two pitchers of your favorite soft drink.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, the way your teeth shown when you smiled, the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed at something funny he said, the way your hair brushed over your back when you swung your arm, the ball releasing from your thin fingers.

You didn’t notice as you ate your pizza, that some sauce had dropped onto your chest, leaving a red blotch on your shirt.

Jean cleared his throat and pointed at you, looking into your eyes.

You paused, a cheekful of pizza, then followed the direction of his finger, groaning at the stain.

“Dammit!” You sighed, grabbing the stack of napkins and trying your best to clean yourself off.

He chuckled and rested his fuzzy chin in his palm, elbow supporting his weight as he watched you. When you finished and gave up on removing the spot, he nodded his head at you and said, “You know your shirt has been on backwards all night, right?”

“Huh?” You looked down again and pulled the collar back, gasping at the tag that sat beneath your fingertip. “Seriously?! And you’re just now telling me?”

He laughed at you again and brought his hand back down to the table. “I wanted to see how long it took you to figure out, but I guess you just weren’t going to notice it.”

You fake pouted, harrumphing at his light attitude about it, grumbling some nonsense under your breath about starting the next game, and stepped up to the computer, punching your name into the screen again.

A grin crossed your lips, and instead of putting Jean’s name into the machine, you quickly spelled out ‘Mr. Poopy Pants’ and submitted it to the screen.

Pretending nothing was done, you stepped up to the ball return and grabbed yours, setting up your position to roll.

The game went on, and by the second to last frame, Jean did a double take at the screen after bowling another strike. “Hey!” He laughed and turned to you, pointing at the screen. “When did you do that?”

You nearly shot soda out of your nose when you started laughing, and finally swallowed the bubbly drink before standing and skipping over to him, grabbing your ball. “I wanted to see how long it took you to figure out.” You winked at him then wiggled your way past him, setting up for your roll.

After watching yet another gutter ball, you turned to make a smart comment, but found Jean sitting with his cheek pressed against his knuckles, smiling softly at you with his eyes sparkling under the outdated lighting.

“What?” You asked, stepping up to him.

“Nothing.” He shook his head and stood, stepping down the platform to the lane.

“No, what?” You stood at the edge of it, almost at eye level with him, and rested your hands on your hips. “You looked at me funny, what gives?”

“Nothing,” he chuckled, holding the ball against his side.

“No, tell me!” You fake pouted again and gently stomped your foot, imitating a toddler’s tantrum.

He grinned and stepped up to you, his eyes gazing down slightly as he shook his head, saying nothing.

“Don’t give me that face, Mr. Poopy Pants, or I’ll put another dumb name up for you in the next game.”

Before you could make any more empty threats, his hands wrapped around the back of your neck and he pulled you to him, his eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your plump lips.

You froze, eyes wide, before taking a deep breath through your nose and closing your eyes, resting a hand on his chest.

You stayed like this for several moments before he pulled away, your noses almost touching. “Shut up and go eat your pizza.”

You blushed with a stupid grin and nodded, spinning on your heel to plop happily back in your chair, scooping up another square and taking a large bite, the snack squishing between your teeth as you watched him bowl another split, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he turned back around, shrugging at you with a lopsided smile.

The rest of your night went by too quickly, and somehow you came out to a tie, after four games. The two of you were bewildered, laughing at your scorecards as you returned your bowling balls and shoes.

Jean walked you out to your car, his pinky wrapped around yours, and stopped with you at the driver door.

“I had a really great time tonight,” he whispered, smiling down at you.

“I did, too.” You stared up at him, amazed at his height, and completely infatuated with him, his smile giving you butterflies beneath your pizza-stained shirt.

He gazed at you for a short while, before bringing his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks in his gigantic hands, and kissed you again, leaning you back against your car.

You wrapped your arms around his thick waist and held him close, pressing your lips into his.

All too soon, he pulled away and touched his nose to yours, his mouth still sporting his smile.

“Let’s go out again.”

“Yeah?” You asked—if you had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.

He nodded and placed another kiss on your lips. “Yeah. Maybe you can wear your shirt straight next time.”

You snorted and smacked his arm lightly, pulling a breathy laugh from his chest as he cradled your face in his hands still, kissing your forehead.

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