He knows you love his physique he can see it from the way you look at him with hooded eyes from the way your words cut off when his shirt rides up when he reached for something on the too shelf, but what he doesn't know is how much you love his thighs, they are so huge muscular and look so rideable especially when he just comes back from work and just spreads them open whilst sitting on the couch.
He could be wearing tight jeans, gym shorts, sweat pants, office pants fucking anything and your eyes immediately a drawn to them. Just crawling your way onto one of them whilst wearing his T-shirt and some flimsy sleep shorts and seating with his thigh right in the middle of your legs and just start grinding your heart away running your hands all over his body, running them through his hair make out while your clit rubs on the fabric covering his thigh leaving a wet patch right where your cunt is. Getting yourself to that peak whilst using his thigh as nothing more than a sex toy.
Then you hear the door to your shared apartment open and a call of "hey I'm home" and you are immediately brought back to reality where the only thing between your thighs is your pillow and the growing shame in your gut from getting off to your roommate who is now knocking on your door.
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun sfw and nsfw headcanons Ë.âŠ
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who literally cannot function if heâs not touching you in some way, so the second you walk through the door after a long day heâs already scooping you up into those massive arms and burying his face in your neck like he has been waiting years instead of hours.
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who follows you around the apartment like a lost puppy, arms wrapped around your waist from behind while you try to cook dinner. he keeps nuzzling your hair and mumbling how good you smell, his big hands sliding under your shirt just to feel your skin because being away from it for even a minute makes him restless.
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who gets annoyingly pouty when you try to sit on the couch without him. before you can even get comfortable heâs pulling you onto his lap, chest pressed to your back, chin on your shoulder, whispering âstay right here, baby. need you closeâ in his deep voice.
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who wakes up in the middle of the night and immediately reaches for you. if you have rolled even a little bit away heâs dragging you back against his chest, throwing one thick thigh over your legs to keep you trapped right where he wants you, pressing sleepy kisses to your temple until you both drift off again.
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who gets super needy the moment you try to study or work. heâll sit next to you for five minutes max before heâs tugging you onto his lap, hands wandering under your clothes while he kisses your neck and whispers âjust a little break, yeah? i missed you so much today.â
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who loves carrying you everywhere. grocery shopping? you are in his arms. laundry day? heâs got you on his hip while he folds clothes one handed. he says itâs because he wants you close but really he just loves feeling your thighs squeeze around him.
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who gets stupidly turned on just from cuddling. youâll be innocently spooning on the couch and suddenly you feel him getting hard against your ass, his breath hot on your ear as he grinds slow and needy. âcanât help it when youâre this soft against me, baby. please let me have you.â
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun whoâs so annoying and sweet when heâs horny. heâll follow you into the shower just to press you against the tiles, dropping to his knees so he can taste you with water running down his broad shoulders, moaning like heâs the one getting spoiled while his strong hands keep your thighs spread open for him.
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who fucks you like heâs scared you might disappear. deep, desperate thrusts, forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked on your face so he can watch every little expression you make. he keeps whispering âmine, mine, all mineâ between kisses, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks heâll kiss better later.
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who refuses to pull out after he cums. he stays buried inside you, holding you tight to his chest while he catches his breath, lazily rocking his hips just to feel you clench around him a little longer. âdonât move yet⊠need to feel you like this for a while.â
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who gets all blushy and shy after sex but still will not let you leave the bed. he tucks you against his side, one arm locked around your waist, the other stroking your hair while he tells you how much he loves you.
velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who sends you ten texts in a row if youâre out with friends for too long, each one getting needier. âbaby i miss youâ âcome home soonâ âthe bed feels too big without youâ until you finally walk in and heâs waiting by the door ready to lift you up and carry you straight to the bedroom so he can remind you exactly how much he needs his girl.
Armin has a fat crush on you and instead to telling you. He slowly becomes a lil pervert.
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pervert!Armin who secretly takes your lipgloss and hair ties for him to use later
pervert!Armin who purposely bumps into you just so he can feel you on him
pervert!Armin who anytime you invite him over will ask to use your restroom. Then proceeds to your laundry room to steal your clothes. His favorite clothes to steal are your panties mostly your thongs.
pervert!Armin who buys your signature perfume and sprays it on his bed and clothes.
pervert!Armin who plays the innocent card when you ask him if he took your lipgloss.
pervert!Armin who gets hard real quick when you give him doe eyes.
pervert!Armin who runs to the bathroom to relieve himself because he can't wait.
pervert!Armin who invites you over to his dorm so y'all can study. His true motive is for you to lay on his bed so your scent is on his sheets.
pervert!Armin tries to stay focused on his work but is so distracted from you sitting on his bed. Armin gets even more distracted when you bit the tip of his pencil. In his mind he pictures you bitting his lip.
pervert!Armin who is surprised when you randomly confess your feeling for him. He never suspect that you would like him.
pervert!Armin is even more surprised when you grab his shirt and kiss him. His eye wide of shock while whimpering into the kiss heâs been dying for.
pervert!Armin surprises himself with boldness when he grabs your hips and lifts you to his lap.
pervert!Armin who can't handle the intense make out session and starts to rut his hips against yours. Hoping to relief his hard on.
pervert!Armin who starts to whimper when you place kisses on his neck leaving bruises. Marking him as yours.
pervert!Armin who gets carried away with his hip movements accidentally cums in his pants from the friction.
pervert!Armin who is embarrassed that he came like that and couldn't control himself.
pervert!Armin who is shocked when you tell him-mid bliss, you want to go on a date with him.
Authors Note
This chapter is not spell checked so if you see mistakes PLEASE let me know. Anyways I hope to make more chapters soon but for now yall might have to wait.
It has been a few days since you and Armin had sex in the club washroom. Everytime you think about it, your face heats up, making you want to dig a hole and bury yourself in it. Your whole weekend went by with you dreading meeting him and having to sit through the tutor lessons. Armin on the other hand felt the need for more. More of you in ways that he wouldnât even dare to say out loud.
While you were drowning in your thoughts, your phone goes off with a ding. You lazily rollover to see who texted. Speak of the devil, itâs Armin.
Armin: âNext tutoring lesson will be on Monday, 7pm after the class that we have together. We will have it in my dorm room so you can focus more.â
As you read the text, you couldâve sworn your eyes were lying to you. What does he mean to have it in his dorm room so you can focus more? Little did you know that it would do the exact opposite.
You: âWhat do you mean focus more? Arenât I focusing enough?â
Armin: âYeah, youâre not actually and itâs kind of getting on my nerves.â
Huffing reading the last text he sent, you throw away your phone onto a pillow on the floor. He sounded so cold and stern. You knew he was all that, but you couldnât help but feel a pang of pain thinking heâd soften up on you now that you both shared a moment. Maybe it wasnât new to him, but to you? Who knows. He didnât even bother asking how you were ever since that night when you ran out of the club washroom after fixing yourself up.Â
Monday came rolling in faster than you expected. You loathed having to go into class that day because you couldnât stand the idea of facing him. You arrived to class a bit late because of a traffic jam. Walking in, having all the eyes on you felt embarrassing because you were usually never late. However, all looked at you but him. You walked to the back row and sat with your head down playing with the hem of your skirt.
Armin saw you walk in, he took a glance at you when you werenât looking and saw how your thigh high socks hugged your legs while the skirt was flowing. He couldnât help but bite his lips with desire while covering his face with his hair. He shook his thoughts away and forced himself to pay attention for the rest of the class. The moment it ended, he almost ran to where you sat. He reached to your desk and tapped on your shoulder making you look up. âLetâs go.â He said looking down at you through his glasses. The same glasses that fogged up that night, you thought. Nodding you stood up and grabbed your bag to follow him.
It didnât take more than 5 minutes to reach his dorm room. Taking your shoes off, you entered after him. His room was clean, too clean almost but seeing all the posters on the well, you felt at ease. He walked to his desk, setting his bag down. He sat on the chair in front of it and signaled you to come and sit on the chair beside the desk. You decided that no matter what happened, you were going to act the same. So you went and sat with no hesitation. âSo Iâll teach you a bit and finish covering half the content. Then Iâll give you a quiz to do to see how much you have improved. Is that okay?â He spoke while looking at the papers in his hands. âFine by me.â You spoke with uninterest. Armin began the tutoring and you fought with your thoughts wanting to actually focus on what he was saying.
Yet the way his knee was touching yours kept distracting you. Whenever youâd move your hand to write a note, itâd touch his. The light physical contact kept trying to push you over the edge. Armin on the other hand knew exactly what he was doing. He deliberately sat close to you and he was monitoring the way your body stiffens with breath hitching whenever you both touched.
âOkay, thatâs all. Hereâs the quiz, you can start it now.â He said after closing the book he had in front of you both. You took the quiz and began examining. When you were doing so, you felt Armins heavy gaze on you. It made you uncomfortable because you couldnât focus on what needed to be done. In fact, you felt your whole body become warmer, making you remove your hoodie revealing the tank top you wore underneath. Armin closely watched the way you did it. He stared at your chest and neck so heavily, admiring the fading marks he left on your body. It has been days so it wasnât that visible and that made him want to leave more. As if to mark you as his.
The thing you didnât know about him was that he always had an eye on you. You were so outgoing and carefree it intrigued him, but most of all, he loved the way you carried yourself. He wanted to know more about you, ruin you and make you his. That's why when he overheard you say how you failed an assignment, he asked the professor whether any students needed tutoring. His luck being great, your name was brought up. Which led to him being assigned as your tutor. He wonders how you would react if you knew that it wasnât just a coincidence that he got you as a tutee, but rather it was a deliberate plan with a not so pure intent.
A few minutes goes by as Armin was lost in his thoughts. He snaps out of it when you stand up slamming your pen down. âI canât do this, Iâm leaving.â You say not wanting to explain what was on your mind and walk away getting your things. Armin shot up and walked behind you to slam the door close right when you opened it. His arms reached past your face from behind and slammed the door close taking you by surprise. You turned around with a scowl on your face and look at him. His expression was unreadable as he brought his face closer and closer until you could feel his breath on your lips. Was he going to kiss you? You wondered as your breath began getting heavy. He smiled and brought his head away. âNope, youâre not going anywhere. In fact, Iâll help you. Iâm in charge of getting your grades up after all.â You looked at him dumbfounded. Was he being serious right now? You have never had such a pushy tutor before, but deep down you actually didnât want to leave. You just got up and walked away because you were afraid that if his gaze was on you for any longer, you might say something that makes you seem pathetic.
He held your wrist and dragged you to his desk once again. He took your bag and hoodie just to drop it off on the chair you were sitting before. He sat on his chair and patted on his lap. You raised an eyebrow wondering whether he was indicating what you thought. âYour eyes wander a lot and I need your full attention today.â He said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment when you realised what he meant. All this time you thought he didnât notice when you looked at him, but he very much did. Reluctantly you sat on his lap making sure to not sit directly on his crotch. You didnât mind this, itâs just that you werenât used to any of this. He held your wrists and moved it onto the sides of the paper so he could read it to explain to you. His hot breath fanned on the back of your neck making you squirm on his lap. It kept going until you suddenly felt yourself sit directly on his crotch. You both froze and you turned around to look down at him.
His face was a rosy pink and you saw little sweat beads forming on the sides of his face. He stopped and looked up at you making eye contact. It felt as if the world stopped when you both leaned in for a kiss. His hands shot up to grip the back of your neck and around your waist while yours went to hold his face to deepen the kiss. The familiar feeling from that night came crashing when you felt his pierced tongue explore your mouth. You both broke off the kiss to catch your breath, but you lost it again as his hand reached up your skirt to feel your clothed heat. You felt yourself buck towards his hand but he quickly took it away making you whine.
âTake your panties off.â He said moving away from the desk giving you space to stand up and do so. You shyly did so and dropped the panties to the floor. He carefully watched you, eyes never leaving your hips. You felt a wave of adrenaline in the heat of the moment. It led you to lift up the front of your skirt just to show him your core dripping wet. He bit his lips, so desperate to taste you but controlled himself to do exactly what he planned. He reached to your hand and grabbed it to gently guide you in front of him. He then unbuckled his jeans and pulled his boxer down enough for his cock to spring out. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as he lifted up your skirt and played with your folds just to bring the fingers up to his lips to taste your slick. You quietly whimpered wanting more. His one hand gripped your hip pushing you down towards his lap while the other gave a few pumps to his cock before teasing your entrance with his tip.
âIs this okay?â He whispered just enough so you could hear. You hurriedly nodded wanting it but a sharp slap on your butt made your hand slip as a gasp went past your lips. âUse your words, beautiful.â You felt yourself swoon over the compliment and gathered your thoughts before squeaking out a yes. He finally lined his cock with your entrance and held you by your hips to push you down on his full length. Your body stiffened up as you felt yourself stretch on him. Your nails dug deep into the desk and left scratches while you bit your lips trying to suppress your moans, but hearing Armin moan louder than you as your heat engulfed him made you even wetter than before.
You wanted him to move you on his length, but his hands dug deep into your hips holding you in place. âFuck Armin, can you move already?â You asked impatiently. You heard him chuckle and say âActually, no. You will continue to do the quiz while Iâm in you. Then you wonât be able to run away like before.â You were shocked at his response hoping he was kidding but no, he wasnât. He slipped a pen into your hand and nudged it towards the paper. âStart.â He lowly said into your ear trailing kisses down your shoulders and back. Your hands tightly gripped the pen making your fingertips hurt. You then had the idea to move on him if he wasnât going to do anything. The moment his grip loosened from your hips, you grinded on him making him let out a choked moan. He cursed and hugged your hips with one arm while the other wrapped around your throat. âDonât you dare try to make yourself cum. One more move and youâre kicked out.â He warned you in his stern voice making you even more excited. One thing about him is that he knew how to edge you too well.
You felt the lack of oxygen as he kept holding your throat tightly. He let go just before you began seeing stars due to the lack of oxygen. Your eyes welled up with tears as you caught your breath. His other arm was feeling your legs up and down, specifically between your thighs. He reached to the hem of your thigh high sock and slipped a hand in it. He lightly scratched your thighs up and down, just enough to make you breathless. You felt the urge to close your legs and rub them together to stimulate your core, but the moment you began moving them close together, his hands strongly gripped and spread them apart. He also felt the need to just fuck you at the moment, but he controlled himself because he knew the reward for waiting patiently would be too good.
Your hand moved with a lot of strength hoping it's the right answers being written. After what felt like hours of him feeling your thighs and playing with your boobs under your top making you mewl, you finished writing the answers. He picked up the paper when you stopped writing to examine it. The moment his touches stopped, you wanted more. So you picked up his other hand and slipped it under your bra making him play with your nipples. Your moans increased and saliva dripped onto the desk from your lips.
After a few minutes, he finished reading and surprisedly chirped. âWow, itâs all correct. Iâm amazed.â You felt a bit of relief upon hearing this but you wanted nothing more than to climax at that moment. He began peppering kisses and nipping on your shoulders. âSmart girls like you would get the best rewards.â The way he praised you made you proud and happy, but the way he held your hips before he began bucking up towards your heat, made you even happier. A loud moan broke across the room leading to a string of it. He reached to his shirt and pulled it over his head doing the same to your tank top leaving you in your bra. He then pushed the study material to the side and stood up pinning you to the desk on your stomach. Your face pressed to the cold desk while he brought both your wrists together and pinned them to your back before setting a fast pace. There was a pool of saliva forming near your mouth as the moans spilled from your lips.
Armin brought one of his hands to your clit while fucking deep into you. You wanted to ground yourself and hold onto something or somewhere because of the overstimulation, but his hand held your wrists too firmly. You began trying to free it. Fortunately, he realised and let go of them, only to hold the back of your throat as he worked to make you reach your climax. Your moans got louder while your fingernails dug into the desk again. A short while later, you clenched around him so hard that he had to stop fucking while you gushed around his cock. He rubbed circles on your clit helping you ride your high. Your body went limp once he stopped moving. He pulled out of you to let you catch your breath. You whimpered feeling the emptiness in you while you slowly pushed yourself up from the desk to turn around and lean on it to face him. He admired your fucked out face and dreamy eyes before he leaned into kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer so that you both were chest to chest feeling each others heartbeats.
He slowly led you to his bed sitting down with you on top of his bulge. He moaned a little into the kiss when your core touched his cock that was well overdue for a climax. You stopped kissing and got off of him getting on your knees. He looked at you with anticipation you reached to his cock giving it a few pumps before doing kitten licks on his tip. He leaned backwards on the bed with his upper body propped up on his arms making eye contact with your pretty eyes. You felt nervous holding eye contact as you slowly took his full length and bobbed your head up and down making him throw his head back and arch his back gripping the sheets. Your tongue licked the backwards of his cock which was one of his sensitive areas. His groans became louder as his breath fastened. He then sat up to hold you by your hair making you stay in place before fucking into your throat. Your hands gripped his thighs, fingers digging deep when he he began fucking so deep into your throat that his tip kissed the back of it. Your vision became blurry as he kept doing so. He then reached down towards your butt and gave it a squeeze before spanking making you moan around him. He finally let go of your hair allowing you to move your head away with a gasp trying to catch your breath. It took everything in him to not cum on your face before he leaned down to push your hair away from your face to pepper it with kisses.
He pulled back to look at your face with glassy eyes and saliva mixed with precum glistening around your mouth. He wiped it away with one of his thumbs before slowly inching the thumb towards your lips to make you suck it. You did so wanting more of him. You felt cock drunk to the point of no coming back. While he had his thumb in your mouth, he slowly moved one of his legs between yours making you straddle it. Your heat sat directly on his foot making you sensitive. He held your jaw as your tongue kept swirling around his finger, then he moved his foot just to give pressure to your core. You accidentally bit down on his thumb hard enough to make him bleed. You felt the strong taste of iron on your tongue as you watched him bite his lips with a mix of pain and pleasure on his face. He took out his tongue and gave it a quick lick before holding you by the sides of your face to lean in for a deep kiss before making you slowly grind on his foot. You moaned into the kiss wanting to catch your release, but you felt like such a slut doing so on his leg. Nevertheless, he slyly coaxed you into doing so, making you hump on his foot. Your clit roughly brushed against his jeans pushing you over the edge.
You moaned loudly and hugged his leg as you came on it after a while. Your breath was ragged and Armin felt even more turned on seeing you make yourself cum on him. He reached down and grabbed you by your hands before pulling you up and further on the bed. You felt so sensitive when he made you sit on his bulge holding your hands. He rubbed little circles on the back of your palm and left hickeys on your chest as he let you catch your breath after your high. Every now and then, he would lick your skin making you lightly flinch when his cold piercing dragged across your skin. He let go of your hands and pulled away before he reached for a sleeping mask on his night stand. You looked at him with confusion on what he wanted to do with it and he asked âMay I?â Holding it over your head to put it on. Curiously, you nodded letting him put it on your eyes.
It was pitch black with no doubt and then only you realised, this is going to heighten your other senses making you even more sensitive. Your hands roamed on his body before finding his shoulders and holding it. His hands felt your curves up and down before lifting you by your hips. When he did so, you were sitting up on your knees, legs bent on his sides. He then lined his cock with your entrance once again and slowly pushed you down on it. You felt so sore at this point but loved his length in you. Your insides hugged him perfectly and he moaned loudly when your heat engulfed him fully. He stayed in you for a few minutes just to embrace the feeling of it.
Then he suddenly bucked his hips upwards thrusting into you while holding your hips. Your body went limp onto his chest while your arms tiredly snaked around his neck hugging him closer. He softly gripped your arms to unwrap it from his neck to guide them onto the headboard of the bed. The way your body hovered over him when you didnât know where his face was made you nervous, until you felt his teeth lightly bite your nipple. Your hands tightly gripped the headboard as you whimpered. He then held you by your butt before he set a brutal pace fucking into you trying to at last reach his climax. The way he licked and nibbled on your nipples combined with the way he was fucking you was making dizzy. You were so sure your moans were loud enough for the nearby rooms to hear but you couldnât care less.
After a moment of going on like that, Armin's hips began to stutter as his mouth let go of your nipples. He reached up towards your hands on the headboard and brought them down to his chest making you lay on him as his warm tongue licked stripes up and down your ear while fucking into you. Your ears were particularly sensitive, so the way his piercing felt wasnât helping one bit. You then sat up on him and began bouncing on his cock, making him moan loudly. You felt your body shiver when you heard him. His hands reached up to your hips and held it not too hard admiring the way your skirt danced around your thighs as you bounced. The feeling was giving you a sensory overload as his cock now abused your g-spot due to the angle. âFuck, youâre so good to me.â He said in a voice dripping with desire and desperation. Your mouth hung open leaving saliva drops on him.
He then reached up to the sleeping mask on your eyes and took it away. He looked into your eyes before sharing a teeth clashing and tongues fighting rough kiss with you. You felt yourself melt into the kiss right before you both came together. You felt fuck his cum deep into you as you clenched him until he came dry. You both moaned and groaned as you both calmed down from the high. You rolled over next to him, legs on his thighs and an arm on his chest as his arm was under your neck. You both laid there, catching your breath as the room was filled only with the sound of breathing.
Armin broke the silence afterwards with some hesitation, âSo, want to go on a date?â He asked with a touch of uncertainty, worried you might reject him. However to his surprise, you let out a soft yes nodding on his arm. He looked over and smiled at you before giving a kiss on your forehead. You didnât know where and how this would go, but Armin knew exactly what he wanted and it was you to himself.
hope you guys enjoyed the pt.2 as well.âĄ
word count: roughly 3900 words
a/n: thank you all for the love on pt.1, it took me so long to write a pt.2 cause i was nervous lmao đ. unfortunately, this is just it for âTeaseâ. hopefully i ended it on a satisfying note!
also, i decided to tag everyone who wanted a pt.2 + those who asked to be tagged in pt.2.
Summary: perv!nerdmin headcannons. Idc what anyone says Armin is secretly a bit of a perverted freak for his woman in any universe.ïżŒ
Perv!armin who has wet dreams about you damn near every night. He wakes up, trying to savor the feeling of your pussy before pathetically sliding his hand into his boxers.
Perv!armin who sometimes can hardly bear to look you, his best friend, in the eyes knowing he was just rock-hard on the thought of you.
Perv!armin whoâs eyes linger on your cleavage every time you wear a top thatâs even a bit lower than normal, shifting in his seat as he desperately looks around for anything else to focus on. You pretend not to notice, but you do- and it turns you on.
Perv!armin who jerks off to you until heâs teary-eyed, sweating, and pink in the face. His cock throbs with need- a desire that wonât be fulfilled until heâs felt that sweet pussy of yours.
Perv!armin who secretly swipes a pair of your lacy panties while youâre in the bathroom whenever youâre hanging out at your dorm. He stuffs the fabric into his pocket, acting like nothing happened when you emerge from the bathroom.
Perv!armin who uses those same panties to jerk off in his dorm after your hangout. One hand on his face, the other holding the panties to his cock as he fists himself, whimpering and moaning your name, trying to imagine it was your hand instead of his.
Perv!armin who humps his pillow whenever he needs more friction on his aching cock, closing his eyes as he imagines your body underneath his instead.
Perv!armin who is ecstatic when you both admit your feelings and start dating. The first time you kissed, he was so hard it was painful.
Perv!armin who fucks you with such raw passion and pent-up feelings of longing itâs absolutely outstanding. His long dick is buried deep in your warm pussy as he savors the moment. You felt better than he ever imagined.
Perv!armin who sucks on your nipples as you ride his cock, moaning his name as he buries himself to the hilt.
Perv!armin who lets you dominate him in whatever way you please. He lets you shove your used panties into his mouth to keep him quiet, lets you suck him off while he games, lets you handcuff, tease, and slap him. The meaner you are, the harder he gets. Itâs so sick yet so hot.
Perv!armin who cries from pure bliss when you overstimulate him. Tears running down his cheeks, drool on his lips as he tries to stop himself from cumming too early.
Perv!armin who eats pussy like itâs his last meal, grinding his boner into the bed for some release as you writhe under his tongue, the cool metal ball from his tongue piercing rubbing against your clit.
Perv!armin who drinks up every last drop of your cum, and gets a little too turned on by cumming on your face specifically.
all that really matters to him is your pleasure, that's the only thing going through his head as the two of you make out while entering your bedroom.Â
"get on the bed, armin." your command comes out in a breathy whisper and he is eager to oblige, lying down on the soft comforter and watching you strip out of your shirt and jeans. he can feel himself getting harder under his own chlotes and can't help but let out a whine as you sit down on his pillowy thighs, grinding your panty-clad heatness down on his bulge.Â
your hips move in slow motions as you start kissing all over armin's neck, licking a long stripe up the bottom of his ear. "nngh, feels so good..." he mewls softly, hands flying to your waist. "I want- want to make you feel good too." you raise your head at that, finding his blue eyes so full of desperation you just have to tease him a little.
"yeah? want to help me with this?" one of your hands goes inside your panties and you rub yourself slowly, collecting a good amount of your essence and bringing your fingers in front of his face. armin stares, mouth opened just slightly, leaning in so your slick would graze his lips.Â
you look in awe as he lightly holds your wrist, moving it to coat himself in your juices. nothing prepared you for the moment he finally indulged himself, closing his lips around your fingers and sucking them while looking up with a faint blush on his cheeks.Â
you let him lick you clean, getting more aroused at how eager he was. when he finally stopped, it was to plead you "use me, please."Â
"what?" you asked him wide-eyed, not truly sure if you understood what he meant by that.
"I want you to use me, do anything you want to me, please." the look in his eyes was full of need, more than you had ever seen before, he was really serious about this.Â
that's how armin ended up between your pretty legs, lapping you up while you gripped his hair, ocasionally pulling him in even more.
he licked a flat line all the way up to your clit, teasing your slick-coated folds. you shivered when he sucked on your little bundle of nerves, looking up to catch each one of your reactions. you grinded down on his face, rubbing yourself on his mouth greedily. "you're being so good, armin..."Â
your words encouraged him to please you further, his tongue finding your entrance while his thumb continued the stimulation on your clit. he entered you slowly, feeling your walls open up just for him.Â
he thrust in you paying attention to how your moans got louder by the minute, you were riding his tongue and getting completely lost in the feeling. the sight of your head rolling back was too much for him, beginning to rut his hips against the bed.Â
the sound of his sudden motion caught your attention and you looked back down to find armin in the most desperate state he's ever been, licking your pussy like it was his last meal.Â
his hand met yours over his head as he said "you can pull harder, I'm not going to break." and he looked so pretty you almost didn't mind he stopped his ministrations on you for a moment, but still, he basically just ruined your orgasm so you have no other option but to shove him right back in while going as soft you could "baby, shut up and eat me."Â
and now armin really lost it; your words igniting a whole new fire in him, he trembled while looking down not even understanding what was happening to his body. he let out the filthiest moans at the feeling of his cock twitching, mindlessly grinding on the bed, already thinking about how he was going to tell you that he had made a mess on his pants.Â
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ă armin arlert is an absolute loser. everyone knows that. his friends know it, you know itâhell, even he knows it. he always has his back hunched over some book on marine biology. he avoids eye contact like the plague. heâs just⊠there.
you, on the other hand, are a fucking goddess. everyone on campus knows of your existence, of your flawless beauty, of your consistently breathtaking appearance.
armin isnât stupid (heâs actually quite far from reaching idiocy, by the way). he knows that youâre about forty leagues away. he knows that youâre the most sought after person in this university. he understands that, but awareness doesnât automatically equal enlightenment.
and so, with a little bit of courage, he starts to make himself known to you.
itâs simple at first, a small smile when you enter the few classes you two share. then he moves onto tiny waves once you start acknowledging him. barely noticeable, but you notice. it stayed like that for about a week. simple, small, easy, not-very-intimidating gestures. and you played along. you would return the smiles, wave back, whatever.
until you decided to approach him. it was at the end of some unimportant (even though itâs probably incredibly relevant) class. you didnât bother listening to a single word your professor spoke. you had your eyes set on him.
having already made a plan in your head, you walked over, hips swaying just enough to seem like you werenât actively trying to seduce him.
âhi! youâre armin, right?â you asked, voice dripping with honey. when he looked up, you could tell exactly when his breath hitched. your smile grew, already feeling the warmth of success in your veins. âi was just wondering if i could get your number?â
the second you said wondering, he was already preparing for either a humiliation ritual or heaven. but once you said number, as in phone number, as in you wanted to talk to him? his eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as he processed your words. you, yes you, wanted toâŠ
âi⊠uhm, yeah, i can type it in or somethingâŠâ armin mentally cursed himself for sounding so unenthusiasticâand more than that, nervousâbut when you seemed to grow even happier, he couldnât help but feel a bit of relief. as you fished your phone out of your purse, he kept wondering when you noticed him.
âiâve seen you in the library. youâre always wandering over to the philosophy section. you really like those greek guys, huh?â you giggled, seeing the tips of his ears turn pink. did he really just say that out loud? you didnât let the embarrassment get to him, holding out your phone for him to take.
the rest of that encounter was a blur, all he can remember is your shining lip gloss and strawberry scent. he vaguely recalls you calling out something about texting him later. but none of that really matters. all that matters is the fact that he actually did it.
he got you, the most stunning woman heâd ever seen, to notice him. and more than that, he didnât even have to try that hard. it was almost like you were the one plotting on him!
when you said later, armin automatically assumed you meant whenever you remembered him. he still saw himself as an afterthought, even though your kind voice still echoed in his memory. but apparently, later actually meant 4 p.m.
[name]: hiiii armin!!
you: hi [name]! itâs good to hear from you :)
[name]: omg yay i wasnât expecting you to text back so fast :O
[name]: alsooo do you think you can help me w something sometime this week? i just canât figure it out on my own and i figured i should ask the smartest person i know
you: oh yeah, of course! whenever you have time, iâll probably be available!
at the time, armin was entirely oblivious to whatever the something was. he assumed it would be a math assignment, or maybe something to do with the poetry class he knew you were in from jean.
out of all things it possibly couldâve been, he expected virtually everything besides this.
âyou⊠what?â armin swallowed the lump in his throat. he was sitting cross legged on your bed, watching you with a nervous gaze.
âyeah!â you replied, all too cheerfully. âi just figured since youâre so smart, you could help me! plus, arenât you pretty good at anatomy?â
the words coming out of your mouth werenât inherently sinister. but your tone, paired with your earlier statement, made the situation so sultry. âyou donât have to, though. i can probably find something online, or maybe i could ask jeanââ
âiâll do it!â he blurted out. he could feel his face flush red with your eyes locked on him, even though he was staring at your hello kitty blanket under him. âiâll try my best to⊠help you cum.â
thatâs how armin ended up under you as you bounced on his cock. there were little opportunities to doubt himself as you essentially pounced on him. you could tell he wouldnât be small, but you definitely didnât expect him to be packing.
âholy shit,â you had gasped. âyouâre fucking huge.â
if he was starting to feel confident before, he felt more sure than ever now. he watched your tits bounce, directly in front of his face, yet he was still scared to touch. immediately after he started thinking about reaching out, as if you could read his mind, you grabbed one of his hands off your waist and placed it to cup your boob. he whimpered at the warmth of your chest, glasses fogging up.
âf-feels sâgood,â armin whined. he was starting to gain confidence in his actions, leaning up slightly to wrap his lips around your nipple.
you moaned, borderline pornographically, at the sudden wetness of his mouth against your skin. he took that as encouragement, sucking and drooling all over you. you barely noticed it when your hips started to stutter, but armin did.
âare you close?â he asked, whimpers starting to catch in his throat. when you nodded, he whispered something you almost didnât catch.
âam i being a good boy?â
he didnât think you possibly couldâve heard it (especially not over how vocal the both of you were being), but your response almost made him cum by itself. âyes! fuuuck, being such a good boy for me!â
his whimpers increased tenfold. when your hips rolled too good, he moaned, particularly loud and desperate.
ââm so close! please, i need to cum!â
ânot yetâah!âwait,â it was almost impossible to understand you but he got the message.
armin was trying. he really was. but his patience was growing thinner by the second. without thinking, he thrusted up. he needed to make you cumâneeded to make you feel as good as you made him feel. it seemed to be working, as your mindless babbling became more incomprehensible.
âg-gonna cum,â you warned, but all he heard was permission to finally let go. both of your orgasms came crashing down, white hot pleasure blurring your vision as you collapsed onto arminâs chest.
you were still worked up, but hearing his heartbeat helped to cool you down. you heard a small laugh bubbling up, looking up.
âyou didnât need my help to cum, huh?â
ânope. i just really, really, wanted to fuck you.â ă
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DEBUT POSTTT yay ^_^ (thereâs so much more to come btw) (already working on art major jean shenanigansâŠ) (nerdmin will be elaborated on!!!)
my first time posting on tumblr and iâm acting like itâs my first day of kindergartenHaha
trying my very best to not continue rereading this bc i hate it more and more every time </33
Nerd!armin arlert loves it when you're mean to him!
Eren always asks Armin if he's okay whenever the dark, painful-looking hickeys on his catch his attention. But Armin always tells Eren that he's fine, that you're an amazing girlfriend who just goes a little too hard sometimes.
Armin is exactly where he wants to be, anyways.
Each time you call Armin a "sick freak" and spit in his mouth for wanting to be tossed around, all while peppering kisses over his cheeks and neck, the tightness in his pants grows.
"You can do better than that, Armin." Grabbing his blonde roots, you tug hard, forcing his face away from your pussy. Armin whines, gritting his teeth from the pain.
"You can do better, right?" Without warning, you land a slap to his cheek, skin stinging despite the reach.
Armin nods, whimpering softly after your slap. He returns to your sopping cunt, slowly poking his tongue out.
"God, Armin!" You yell, practically smashing his face into your pussy, annoyed with how slow he was moving. "It's like you do this on purpose!"
Trying to ignore the harsh pulls on his scalp, Armin devours your cunt, tongue flicking around as good as always. Every few minutes, though, he would let up, slowing his movements down on purpose just to get a rise out of you, just to hear you cuss and yell and threaten to slap him again.
He was doing it on purpose, because nothing turned him on more than being treated like your plaything.
A/N: I planned for this to be so much better, but between awful lower back pain and concerningly sweaty hands I wrapped this up quick. I think I'll just write a second part lmao
a/n: yes it doesnt involve so much talking because i cringe. sue me.
-oh, you're doing soo good love- a muffled moan is heard from you, as patrick moves deeply inside of you.
you swore you never ever felt so complete like in that second - that second where patrick inserts all of his manhood into you. and again. and again.
every inch of him fitting perfectly inside of you, and he swore, he swore that the feeling of your gummy walls wrapping him tight was the closest experience to heaven he'll ever had.
but the thing about patrick in the morning, he doesn't just pound relentlessly into you (as almost always), he humours himself to take his sweet time to make you feel good. later, your co-workers will find you walking funny. but good.
-no.. no. love- cmmon, look at me. wanna see your pretty face- patrick says, grabbing you by your chin. and that moment, every morning, when you just cant take it anymore and your sleepy, swollen eyes because of the crying of the craving for his cock, he swears he has never been happier.
he swears that too when he's kissing you. or when he's making love to you. or when he's cooking for you... yeah, anyway, everytime he gets to see you satisfied.
-yeah, that's it, that's my baby, that's my love-.
another thing about patrick is that he sweet talks to you through it. and not just through sex, but in makeout sessions, when you're working, and gosh, even cooking something you don't know how to, he's just there to make sure you know how great you're doing.
and sometimes that's just too much, like right now.
as your orgasm builds, and that familiar feeling in your lower belly appears, you manage to mumble (or moan?, you're not very conscious about it) "coming".
and that's when he feels it, although he loves the build up, he loves a tiiiny little bit more the result.
as your orgasm hits, and your foot feel numb (doesn't your whole body feel like it?) you watch him come too, which is probably the hottest thing in the world, and only you have the luck to appreciate it!
you don't have too much time for the aftercare (which he loooves because he gets to kiss every single spot of your body) since in half an hour you two love birds should be in the office, but you two have time for a shower together... in which for some reason you always end up having to do a double-wash.
so, patrick needs you, like truly, because once he has you in his life as a routine, he thinks its over for him. so his morning routine must contain you. and sex (with you). and a shower (with you). and a tea, duhhh!
Reiner Braun who pays special attention to your tits when he helps you put on sunscreen
Shivers run up your spine as you stand around your chilly hotel room, waiting for Reiner to emerge from the bathroom so he can help you put on your sunscreen before the beach.
Your legs, arms, stomach, and chest are already coated in a thin layer, your back at risk of sunburn due to you being unable to reach behind you and apply an even amount.
Reiner comes out of the bathroom, his own sunscreen bottle in hand. "Alright, I'm here. Just your back?"
You nod, pulling your hair to the side to give Reiner full access to your back. He squirts some sunscreen onto his hands, steady touch rubbing it in circles all over your upper and lower back.
"Almost feels like a massage," you comment, closing your eyes as if it truly was one. When Reiner removes his hands from your back, you almost think he's done.
But you knew him better than that.
Reiner spins you to face him, ogling the sight of your full tits in your tiny little bikini top, the pale blue color of the fabric beautiful on your skin.
He squirts more sunscreen into his hand, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips as his hands find your breasts. "Just gotta make sure your chest doesn't burn, sweetheart," he chuckles, though his true intents are painfully obvious.
You laugh in response, going along with his playfulness as he hands dip under the triangle fabric, calloused fingers rolling over your hard nipples. He cocks a brow, yet his hands don't stop.
"It's because it's cold in here, dumbass." You roll your eyes, but there isn't any anger behind your tone or your actions. After a few more unnecessary minutes of kneading your flesh, Reiner lets go.
"You ready?" He asks, grabbing the beach bag he had packed earlier this morning, simultaneously watching you readjust your bikini top with a proud grin.
Nodding, you reach for your bikini cover up, holding it safe in your arms. "As ready as ever. Let's go before I start to get hot."
"You are hot," Reiner says, earning himself another eye roll. "Don't forget, I'm going to have to help you reapply later at the beach."
Making olderbf!Nanami pay for his mistakes... literally... suggestive
âDating a younger lady will keep your dick hard and your wallet empty.â
Is what Gojo said to Kento Nanami, and while Nanami would likely say it in less vulgar words, he would have to agree.
âThis is getting ridiculous, darling.â He says with an exasperated sigh. You are sitting down at the desk in your and Nanami's shared flat. Heâs sitting under the desk on his knees, his head lying on the lap of your crossed legs. âWhat's ridiculous is my boyfriend coming home three hours late from work, no call, no text.â You spat out at him. You shake your leg in an attempt to kick him off, but it is of no use.
His eyes are tired and hungry, and the furrowed lines on his forehead make it difficult for you to maintain your angry demeanor. He looks completely disheveled underneath you, as if he's a starving man and you're depriving him of much-needed nourishment. His blonde hair a mess, some sticking to his sweaty forehead. You would be lying if you said he didn't look delicious like this.
âBaby, that was four days ago. I've apologized, written you letters, bought you flowers, and taken you out for dinner.â His put-together persona falling apart, a desperate whiney one taking his place. âDonât you think my punishment has lasted long enough?â He whines into your lap.
âAre you insinuating that you have a right to my body just because we are together?â You say with a smirk on your lips just to get on his nerves. He groans loudly, his gentlemanlike demeanor completely out the window. âNo, Love, Iâm saying that my usually eager girlfriend is withholding sexual relations from me out of spite.â Heâs visibly annoyed by your antics.
He looks up at you defeated, his eye bags deep and sunken. You swear you can see tears well in his sharp eyes. âBaby, please. Just tell me what you want from me.â He begs, his calloused hands rubbing up and down your bare thighs. You giggle at the older man's desperation, unable to keep up the cold-hearted act. You run a hand through his disheveled hair, and he closes his eyes at the feeling of your euphoric touch. âYaâ know, everything comes at a price.â You say to him innocently.
His ears perk at your sentence as he understands every underlying message behind it. He eagerly reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his old, brown leather wallet. He pulls out a couple of random dollars and his card, placing them into your hand as quickly as humanly possible. You count the cash with a sinister smirk on your face, before shoving it into your bra. You slowly uncross your legs, and Nanami sighs in relief. âAnd what's my budget on this?â You ask while meanly tapping the blue credit card on his forehead. âAnything, baby. Fuck. Anything you want.â He says absent-mindedly as he hungrily pulls down the shorts you're wearing. âYou sure, Kento?~â You ask singsongly.
âYes, darling. Spend it all, please. Drain me.â
bro i found this intimate ass edit of nanami and higuruma on tiktok (c4linara is her @ on tiktok but yall can watch it down there) and i actually need someone to write them x reader smut like right now, it doesnt even need to be smut bro but i cant find anything with them together PLEASE SOMEONE I NEED THIS, I NEED THEM BOTH AT THE EXACT SAME TIME
Dom!reader x sub!mahito - reader is gender neutral
Warning: knife play, cutting, blood play (+ tasting), hematophilia (blood kink), wound play (fingering), reader is a huge sadist, Mahito being sado-maso, mentions of killing, a lilâ wild & crazy, messy as f, hair pulling, manipulation maybe??, bitch ass lied to us, light degradation
~ Word count: 5.3k ~
Nini!rant: oh this is definitely not going to get many notes lmao
Kinktober list 2024/2025
Have you ever had this dilemma where your intrusive thoughts almost got the better of you?
If ethics applied to what goes through your brain as well, then you would have been thrown into prison a long time ago. Thatâs why one must draw a fine line between fiction and reality. Curiosity killed the cat, that saying really struck a cord in you, due to how relatable it was. Your fantasies have been getting more and more extreme lately, and you really wanted to explore those in a safe and controllable environment. Many people on the net would use writing or drawing to express their thoughts, to satisfy their needs, but it wasnât doing it for you anymore.
Furthermore simply consuming it didnât hit the spot as well, you wanted to create something, to have it be made from your own two hands. There werenât many other mediums you could use, and you certainly couldnât practice your imaginations in real life, with another living being. Because the sensation you desired to experience was the feeling of cutting fresh flesh under a blade. Truly, it was nothing but a passing dream, and youâd never act upon it. On the contrary, you were against it by all means.
This was more like an annoying question keeping you awake at night, nothing more, nothing less. Which is why you were convinced if you simply ignored it for a while, itâd go away by itself. Sadly your brain never functions how youâd like it to, and there were no easy solutions to your problem.
How would it be like, though? Would it be difficult to slice, or super easy? Itâs probably similar to mincing other kinds of meat, right? In which way would the blood splatterâ or would it splash around at all? In addition, youâve been wanting to do some rather sadistic things, to treat your sub worse than an insect. Watching the bruises you caused darken with every hit, seeing the fear and tears in their eyes, until they are gagging for mercy⊠yes, you felt guilty with yourself for having such thoughts.
No matter what, you couldnât bring yourself to actually inflict all this pain upon a real person, your morals stood in the way and the thought of having to deal with the aftermath was enough to snap you out of your daydreams. Thereâs no way there would be anyone masochistic enough to accept you, right? To also enjoy whatever you liked, while wearing an expression full of glee.
If anything, you also didnât want there to be evidence of your actions. Scars or other lasting injuries, things that never fade away. Maybe you were a bit of a coward, though you just couldnât bear that responsibility and neither have you met anyone willing to shoulder it for you. Honestly, this time you were perfectly fine with being left in the dark, itâs not like it was anything so important you couldnât live without. Thatâs what you kept telling yourself. In any case, you went on about your day, forgetting all about it after busying yourself, until you met this sewer rat.
This annoying fuck who kept occupying space in your home, with his punchable face and carefree demeanour. You wanted to beat him up, so damn badly. Since the very first day he had decided to stay and live in your cozy living room, heâs been getting under your skin. Who did he even think he was, deciding something like that on his own? Always making a mess everywhere, being loud and obnoxious. At first you held back since he was some kind of alien abomination you didnât know anything about, though after a while you couldnât ignore it anymore and began scolding him.
You knew he was strong, could do weird stuff with his body, and has a high rank or something, but how comes he canât even eat the snacks he stole from you without crumbling them everywhere?! Anyone would explode, this was still your house, which led to a heated debate between you and that guy. To this day he havenât changed one bit, neither has he ever cleaned after himself. Seriously, whatâs his deal? His argument was that âIâm a curse and donât need to bother with human choresâ. Like, is he being for free right now?
Fine, he might be a curse or whatever, even then you didnât care. Especially because the more time youâve been forced to spend with him, the less he seemed like a threat. He was just some strange, childish yet horrific looking dude wanting to play all the time. What have you done to deserve this? Isnât there a way to get rid of him? You plopped down onto your couch next to him, sighing deeply. Is there even any advantage to you housing him, or just that he has an insatiable appetite costing you all your savings?
âHonestly, what can you even do?â You groaned, then mumbled to yourself under your breath, âjust go and die in a ditch.â At that time, you didnât know that all his senses were scarily better than those of a normal human, and he heard you cussing him out, so he pouted at you, âso mean!â Yet his expression changed to a grinning one not even half a seconds later, and he chuckled, âwell, itâs not like you can hurt me anyway, hehe~â While that was meant to be a snarky remark, he didnât know youâd actually react so strongly.
âHuh? What did you mean, I canât hurt you? Like in what way?â This piqued your interest, so there was more to this curse than just being an irritating brat? âPff, of course someone as weak as you canât! Not even in your dreams~! I could turn you into anything I wanted with a single touch, and you wouldnât be able to do anything about it~â he chirped all cheerfully, finding his own words fun, though you didnât really care about his strength and went back to the topic at hand, âokay, whatever but⊠are you, I donât know, immortal? Or does it require a specific methode for you to die?â
He blinked, this was kind of no fun, you got so serious all of a sudden. Were you expecting him to educate you on curses? Does he even want to do that kind of favour for you?âHmm, wellâŠâ Mahito thought about it, should he tell you the truth? Then heâd have to do so much explaining, which he frankly didnât want to do. You were just some puny mortal, telling you wouldnt do him any favour. Instead, why not just lie? Thatâd be so much more thrilling! Now that he has decided, he smirked and answered, âthatâs right~ Iâm immortal, no matter what you do I wonât die.â
You were amazed but also surprised at his response, does that mean heâs comparable to a ghost or undead? Thatâd fit your definition of a curse too, so you bought whatever nonsense he told you straight away, without any hint of suspicion, listening with this face full of fascination. He held his head high and relished in your clear admiration, then added, âyou wanna see it first hand? I can show you what I can do!â Now he was like an excited kid wanting to brag, grinning all smugly.
If heâs this self confident, arrogant even, then it must be true. You were totally convinced by his words, like, wasnât thisâs such a perfect opportunity? A person who canât get hurt no matter what you do, which means you wonât need to face any consequences. Besides, curses donât fall under the jurisdiction of the law, so he probably canât sue you neither. Also, youâve been wanting to let out some steam on that man, so more reasons to ask him.
And heâs, well, prettier than your average person. Sure that patchwork face was a little scary at first, but you kind of got used to it. Now it has become a part of his⊠charm? Maybe it was even somehow cute? You thought deep about it, coming to the conclusion that you wanted to use him to live out your sadistic whims, and nodded your head to yourself.
âYou really are a strange one.â Mahito said while he observed your seemingly bizarre actions, you werenât as boring as others, and you didnât freak out when you saw him. No, you got angry instead. He was intrigued by your existence, and wondered if your soul was different, if it had any uniqueness to it. Maybe the colourâs darker? While he could just touch you and find out, thereâd be no build up, so whereâd be the fun in that? To be honest he was more of a fuck around and find out person.
âIâm strange? You are one to talk. What curse just waltzes into a random persons house and eats all their snacks? You are like a lazy freeloader.â You took a deep breath, trying to not get mad right now, and then proposed, âanyway, since I canât hurt you, could you do me a favour?â His heterochromia eyes widened ever so slightly. A favour? Were you going to ask him to kill someone? âWhy should I agree?â He asked, and frowned visibly, not even trying to hide his displeasure. âThink of it as pay back for the trouble youâve caused me, and i wonât try to kick you out ever again.â
That was⊠quite the tempting offer. Youâve been getting on his nerves with your nagging. Whatâs so wrong about him liking your warm and comfortable little home? âFiiiine, what do you want?â He huffed, crossing his arms infront of his chest, if it was boring he can still just kill you. On the other hand, you averted your gaze for a bit. This was your first time asking something along those lines, of course youâd be nervous, hesitating before replying, âcan I, errr, try some knife play with you, like, cut you a little?â
The curse blinked, surprised, then began laughing out loud, âpfff..!! Hahah~ whaaaat? You want to hurt me? You have that kind of hobby??? No wonder you looked so happy when I said i canât die!â Okay maybe you were regretting it already. Like, seriously? Did you just gave him leverage to tease you with? âNot hobby, more like curiosity. Just answer me, you gonna do it or not?â He laughed, one hand covering his mouth, his earlier pouting completely forgotten as he said, âsure sure, since you need me so baaaadly~ you can try and stab me~â
For some reason, you were really questioning your decision now, ânot stabbing, just cutting-â âcome on come on, donât be such a killjoy! Letâs do it right now!â He interrupted you with this joyous voice, springing up from his seat. Why was he so enthusiastic about it, was he actually into such things as wellâŠ? Suddenly, he grabbed you by your wrists and pulled you up from the couch as well, giggling as he dragged you towards the kitchen.
âWait, right now..!?â This was kind of sudden, no? Shouldnât you prepare a bit more, like get a towel, first aid kit, some ice and disinfectantâ âWell, obviously. Just grab a knife and get to work.â He ordered, shoving you into your own kitchen. Needless to say you were speechless, though this was a better reaction than him being disgusted, no? Nevertheless, when you did grab a smaller knife, he shook his head and mocked, âyou think that size I can satisfy me?â
Whatâs this weirdly provocative talk. You put the object back into its sheath, and picked another one, to which he said, âhow dull, thatâs not shape enough.â Why was he being picky now, was this another one of his ways to mess with you? Fine, whatever, you werenât really in a position to argue anyway. In the end, he was the one going to be slashed, so he might as well choose the tool he wants.
After you finally settled on one, he was ready to jump in on the act, sitting down on the kitchen counter. But you said you wanted to move your location to the bathroom, so that itâd be easier to clean up. He rolled his eyes, you again with your damn clean freak strike. Mahito was getting all impatient now but obeyed you anyway. Once you two entered your bathroom, he instantly leaned against the edge of the bathtub, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
Simultaneously you stepped in front of him, standing a bit awkwardly, holding that blade with the black handle, sweating buckets as you heaved. Now that it has come to this, it felt kind of wrong, he still looked perfectly human even if he said he wasnât. To think youâll finally get to experience this taboo act, of tearing someone elseâs flesh, hearing them groan in pain⊠though you werenât sure if heâd make a single sound. Will he actually feel pain at all?
He noticed you were being skeptical by how your fingers trembled around the handle, and furrowed his brows. Donât tell him say you were backing out after coming this far, what a waste of time thatâd be. And right when it has started to become amusing? Seems like heâll have to take matters into his own hands, to truly push you beyond your limits and toy with the nature of your soul.
One of the reasons why he agreed so easily was of course due to him being intrigued, but also because this could be a clue on why heâs got this instinctive feeling that your soul was unlike most others. It just drew him in, like a moth to a flame, he couldnât resist the allure and thus was acting so unlike his usual self. Even his peers were baffled why heâd spend his free time lurking around a mere mortal like this. This was his first hint after all those weeks spend with you, you canât just bail on him now!
Suddenly he took his shirt off, revealing his toned torso and the stitches around his arms. Your eyes widened at the display, surprised at how bold he was, though considering how shameless his personality has been up to this point, maybe this wasnât all that surprising. âCome on~!! We donât have all day, Iâm starting to get cold.â Guess what, whoâs the one who took off their clothes huh? âArenât you going to do it? Hmm? You can cut wherever you want! I donât mind~â He started egging you on, taunting you, trying to get you to be more decisive. âJust do it already~ gimme everything youâve got â„ïžâ
That curse, he really had some screws loose, didnât he? He wanted you to commit this crime so badly, getting all whiny like that. And the worst part about it? It actually worked. You inched closer to him, the sharp object a breath away from him. The knife was hovering right over his skin, one wrong move and you could slash a gash onto his torsoâ out of nowhere, he grabbed your wrist, yanking you impossibly closer, forcing you to stab the tip into his flesh, moving around, resulting in you carving a line right across his chest.
The wound itself wasnât too deep, yet blood poured down like crazy, sinking into his pants and pooling on the bathroom floor. Not even a second after, it healed immediately, and he snickered, âsee? Nothing to be scared off, you could even cut off my limps and Iâd still be fine.â This is whatâs been missing, for you to witness with your own two eyes that you had nothing to be scared of, that you didnât need to treat him like a human. Real evidence of his abnormal condition. Your bottom lips trembled a little, breath hitching, eyes widened as a surge of adrenaline coursed through you.
There was no going back now.
While you were stuck in your slight daze, his grip on your wrist didnât loosen, and he smirked as he glanced down at the blade. The bloodied tip now pointing at the left side of his chest, before he guide you into carving a heart shape upon that spot. A faint blush crept up his cheeks, and once he was done he glanced at you with fake shyness, asking, âitâs cute, right? Hehe~â He didnât even let out a single groan, leaving you marvelling if he felt pain at all.
When your stare fell onto the reddened heart-shaped carving, still leaking blood and not yet healed, you understood he can manipulate his own regeneration process. Right, then there truly were no reasons to worry about anymore. Besides, now that you were looking more closely, you had to admit that was kind of adorable. He truly brought out the worst in you, you didnât remember being so depraved. Itâs his fault for asking for it, no?
Thus, you began living out your fantasy. The first move is always the hardest, and now that that was over, you felt more at ease. Cutting him a little lower, flinching when he let out a shaky gasp, âha-hahhh⊠you are being awfully gentle.â How comes that sounded like an accusation? Then you tried out different places, doing whatever your heart desired. It was amazing, how smooth and effortlessly the edge drove into him, the sound of metal grinding against his skin, the faint noises it made.
The blood you saw splattering around was such a beautiful dark, crimson colour, like the finest wine youâve ever seen. Itâs consistence was similar to water, just that it had a certain stench to it, a note of something metallic. You moved as if you were possessed, addicted even. Each time you hurt him, heâd let out a small groan, and the worse the injury you inflicted, the louder he would get. While you werenât sure if he was doing that just to encourage you, since you doubted he was actually feeling it that much, you didnât pay it any mind and continued your exploration.
âMhmm~ ah⊠⥠is this all? I thought you wanted to make a mess out of me.â Mahito jabbed playfully, watching the knife dance around with an expression you couldnât read. That same grin he always wore when he was elated plastered his face, his body trembling slightly as he enjoyed the pain, your attention on him, and the feeling of the cold metal warming up due to his blood. In reality, it has gotten really messy already, maybe it would have been smarter if he sat inside the bathtub.
But you were in too much of a trance to care right now, the adrenaline of carrying out such a forbidden act still rushing through you. It didnât even occur to you how mesmerised you actually were, this was going to be a memory you never forget. The male hummed to himself, thinking about all~ the things he could make you do. With so many choices and paths to walk on, he truly didnât know which one to take.
After a while, he got fed up with this boring game though. If this was the limit of your creativity, simply wounding him aimlessly, then he must have overestimated you. âThis is no fun anymore⊠surprise me, mâkay?â He teased, hands gripping the edge of the porcelain as he kicked his feet. Mahito leaned closer to you, shortening the distance between you two, and whispered into your ear, his voice uncharacteristically sweet, ârough me up like you love this, like you canât get enoughâ„ïžâ„ïžâ
You did enjoy yourself, so at first you werenât sure what he meant, but after connecting the dots, you grabbed his hand and made him stretch his arms straight forward. âHmm? Handholding now?â The curse pondered, until a shocked look flashed his face, gone as suddenly as it appeared. An almost inaudible yelp escaping his throat as you began trailing your knife along his sewn-back-together scars like you were drawing, outlining those lines of his.
He didnât foresee this, you managed to take him by surprise, how amazing~ a shiver ran down his spine as he moaned shamelessly, âAha~ now this is what Iâm talking about, ngh-hnghh, mhmmm, haaâ„ïžâĄâ„ïž~â he chuckled satisfied, watching you with pupils filled with fascination. There seems to be more and more advantages to keeping you alive, donât say he was getting attached? âI wonder, are you especially sensitive around these areas?â You questioned, and began cutting him deeper than before, tearing his biceps apart. How bold, he love it.
âAaahHhnng~ â„ïžâĄmhm.. maybe, teeheâĄâ How comes heâs incapable of giving you a definite answer, so bothersome. You were kind of pinning him against the tub with how close you were, yet you didnât back away at all, instead holding his stare head on, âcan you even feel anything?â Mahito tilted his head to the side, then perched his chin up on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your body. âOf course I can, Iâm almost human.â While you kind of didnât believe him, you neither had the intention to argue with him.
You brought your knife to his back since you had no access to his front anymore, and began slashing however you pleased. Multiple cuts overlapped, and you were trying to achieve the look of someone that has been whipped. Now that you were actually sharing body heat with this guy, you could feel every single one of his gasps and shivers even better. Has he been quivering like that since earlier? How comes you didnât notice, were you just that occupied with yourself?
To watch the bright red liquid flow down so effortlessly, slowly, steadily pooling around the two of you. His iron grip around your neck tightening as you didnât leave a single inch unscathed, his muffled groans you couldnât distinguish as grunts of pain or pleasure spilled freely, filling the room with erotic sounds. If you had to choose, youâd suspect the latter, considering how vocal he was. âAh-ahh~⊠you are having fun.. h-huh? Not even giving me a b-breaAaahhk.â He mumbled quietly, somehow appearing quite seductive if you dared say so yourself.
You still werenât used to this more⊠say, meek side of his. Either he was doing it on purpose, playing a trick on you, or heâs truly enjoying himself. Something you did noticed was heâs been acting awfully clingy. His arms were still holding you close to him, in a tight embrace, face next to your ear moaning so sweetly, enough to implant some dirty ideas. Due to your position you couldnât see the cheeky smirk on his lips as he put on a show for you, whimpering to gauge your reaction, taking mental notes what your preferences were.
He loved how clueless you were, falling into his trap so mindlessly, allowing him to shape you however he wanted. Like a childâs game, he got you revealing the depths of your heart without breaking a sweat. Itâs amazing you werenât even worried about him betraying you and killing you off! He was touching you already, he could do it whenever he wanted, and you wouldnât have a clue. Did you trust him that much, or did you not care? Maybe you havenât even thought that far?
How delightful this was⊠all these sensations, you being oh so naive as you pleasured him, he really liked this scenario~ guess he was just something of a sado-masochist. âNghh~ thatâs enough~! Come on, it doesnât hurt much when you do it there.â Upon hearing that, you leaned back a tad, making him loosen his grip on you. Thatâs when he caressed your cheek, his smile unnerving as he commented, âhehe, you are so interesting to observe!â
Somehow, that didnât make you happy at all, and you slapped his hand away, âdonât touch me.â The curse scoffed and mumbled, âso mean, using me like that.â You rolled your eyes and told him to get his hair out of the way, since the tips were stained in the blood and sticking to his body, already clumping together. Mahito hummed to himself, collecting his hair and binding it together in a sloppy ponytail, scowling, âthere, happy? You better go wild with me now.â
Because he fumbled with his own blood-soaked locks, his hands were all red now. Oh? Then thereâs no need to hold back anymore, the male thought to himself and began running his fingers along his own marked up torso. Fingertips brushing over the edge of a particularly large wound, before dipping his digits inside the injury and teared skin, rubbing around the exposed red flesh, getting all ecstatic by himself while he groaned, âhnnnghh~ so guuUhhhd⊠ha-hahhh nGHhn~ âĄâĄâĄ~â
All you could do in that moment was watch with a frozen expression on your features. He was, touching his own gash so openly, almost as if he was fingering himself. You were getting exposed to a ton of new stuff today. A few moments later, he pulled his gore-ish, eerie looking fingers out of the abused tear, smirking at your complex looking face. Did you like the show he put on for you? Since he sure did, and by that, a lot.
Mahito smeared the blood on his hands over the last few spots of skin that werenât already covered in red, as if he havenât been painted with this natural paint enough, leaving behind handprint stains everywhere. Your bathtub was starting to look like something straight out of a horror movie. Then he raised his fingers to his lips, tongue darting out to lick the still warm fluid, making sure to swirl it between his digits. Your reactions were so amusing as he licked his own blood, to the point he started acting all sloppy just to see you stare like you were hypnotised.
âYou want to try tasting it too~?â He asked with his usual grin that reached from ear to ear, winking at you playfully. You didnât entertain that thought one bit and firmly refused, saying, âI feel like Iâll get sick if I do, you are a curse after all.â Mahito stopped in his tracks, then complained, âhuuuh?? Do you think Iâm dirty or something? You are hurting my feelings.â If he put it like that, you were so close to just nodding along with a yes. Didnât he tell you that he lived in a sewer before?
Within the next moment, all his wounds healed, and he grabbed you by your shoulders, lunging forwards which send both of you tumbling down to the ground. Your head hit the floor quite harshly, and you grunted in pain, squeezing your eyes shut until your skull stopped drumming. âThe fuck was that for- ugh!â you snarled, was he actually hurt by your words? No way, him?
When you opened them again, you saw he was straddling your lap, his hand on your wrist once more. Before you even got time to get used to this change of position, he was already acting so invitingly again, whispering sickeningly sweet. âDonât struggle so much.â His voice resembled honey laced with poison, dripping off his lips with each verb as he spouted, âyou havenât traced the ones here yet, right? Donât you want to~?â He suggested, as he pointed to the scar around his neck.
Then, he made you drill the tip into his pulse point, a single drop of blood collecting there, âyou know what they say? Cut here and the manâs instantly dead. Luckily for you, Iâm not a human.â His eyes didnât reflect any trace of fear, only excitement and this strange arousal he got out of making you do sadistic things to him. He really wanted you to let loose and do whatever you wanted, to explore the endless possibilities of your human degeneracy~ Slowly, he moved his head to the side, ripping the wound bigger, causing more and more blood to spill.
Right now, lust and the guilt of doing something taboo was both washing over you, mixing together until you werenât sure if you were shaking due to fear or anticipation anymore. Maybe because the adrenaline just started to wear off, you felt a little dizzy again, but seeing him act like this- doing such a dangerous thing, your blood was surging again. This twisted sensation in your core tightened, dread and awe, coexisting as you watched with bated breath.
âMhmm~ aanNHhhgg~ â„ïžâĄâĄ hngh-uhHgâ He gasped, pupils rolling back while his lips stayed parted. The liquid got everywhere; on your clothes, the floor, seeping behind the sink, cabinets, splashing onto the walls... Your body has never felt so hot before, head spinning while everything became sticky. The scent of copper was starting to become overwhelming. Despite yourself, you couldnât help but admire how he looked, face one of distorted pleasure as he shivered on top of you, covered in red and breathing heavily.
He looked so maniacal right now, living up to his title of a curse, moaning so loudly like he just reached his climax. âAh-ahHhh~ nGhhh-hngh⊠d-donât stop keep g-going hmmff~â„ïžâĄâĄâ A shudder, then another, he was withering on top of you, squirming around while wearing this delirious face. You dropped the knife right next to you, hands trembling again, twitching towards the male.
Instead of being gentle like what he expected from you, you clasped a hand over his open wound, making his voice hitch. The other one grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled on it, yanking his head down to make him look at you before you yelled at him, âyou crazy bastard⊠you see this damn mess you made?!â Before he pinned you to the tiles, the blood was at least pooling in one spot, now it was splattering everywhere. âStop the damn bleeding!â You exclaimed and not long after the injury was closed again.
Mahito didnât quite understood why, but seeing you having this violent fit of anger was exhilarating. He could barely suppress his smirk as he cheeks reddened, though it was hard to make out behind all the blood. His body looked like a disfigured wreck until he fixed it all, his shudders took a while to fade away, but even then his rapid panting havenât ceased. This sensation he felt just now, he had to admit it was amazing, he really wanted to live through it again. He was being dramatic purposely at first, now he was actually hookedâŠ?
âYou are so unfair to me again, you were the one who held the knife. If anything, Iâm the victim.â He fake cried, turning his head sideways, hiding behind a hand as he acted like some fragile maiden. âShut it.â You snapped, and wiped the blood off your hands on his chest, feeling the dent of that heart shaped wound beneath your fingers, faintly and now in the form of a scar. âHehe.â He chuckled, and began grinding against you, legs on either side of your hips, âif you are bored with that knife already, then letâs move on to other kinds of fun.â
Why did he look so⊠satisfied? Like he never wants to leave again..? Donât say youâve just become bound to him for life. Now you were never going to get rid of him! Yet to be fair youâve adjusted to his company already, used to his shenanigans, so maybe itâll be alrightâŠ? You got goosebumps just at the thought of it, flinching when he leaned down closer to you. While you were fearing the development of this kind of unwanted relationship, Mahito thought to himself:
âNext time, i shall make you do something even more extreme to me, I wonder to what degree I can taint that soul of yours âĄâ
Yes I skipped a day Iâm so evil >:3 (gonna do those later)
Knife play doesnât need to necessarily include cutting, because itâs about using a knife in any kind of way. For some, even having a knife in hand while having sex is enough to get their blood rushing, since a knife is very dangerous. Anyway itâs always recommended to prepare well when playing with sharp objects. A towel, first aid kit, ice, a phone nearby to call for help and so on.
This is technically another one of the âtaboo kinksâ; kinks that are arousing exactly because itâs morally wrong, against the law, or not following common sense/social pressure. Others under such categories are crossdressing, hierophilia, necrophilia, forbidden relationships (teacher/student), etc. etc.
I must say this fic was very self indulgent? I added a ton of darker kinks lol this might be one of the few fics that actually suit the kinktober theme.
aot men and their favorite albums in the bedroom | mdni
eren àŒ.° mezzanine by massive attack
âeat me in the space within my heartâ
This 90âs album dropped during the heyday of the trip-hop genre, and it surely wonât be the last one on this list. Truthfully some of the eeriest electronic beats youâve ever heard, yet somehow it leaves you feeling aroused. This album is for the toxic lovers. The love-is-so-evil-but-sex-is-so-good type of relationship.
Itâs no surprise: Eren likes to have control. Sometimes he likes to work for that control, other times heâll silently ache for itâsilently demand it, especially in the bedroom. Just like him, this album feels like a tug-of-war. It's for when you two argue for what feels like hours, then are silent for even longer. He'll try and pull you into a hug, to forget about the words you exchanged, but rightfully you push him away. Somehow simultaneously hating and craving his touch. He won't touch you without your permission, but heâll let you know exactly whatâs on his mind in these moments. Shouting about how heâd kill for youâdie for you. Saying that you consume every part of his mind, like a love spell, but he doesnât want to be free from it. He'll damn near fall to his knees in front of you. The ballâs in your court now. Youâre the one with the control. The second you allow him to touch you again is the second Eren gets that control back. He worked so, so hard for it after all. He's pulling you into a kiss so sloppy and passionate your back is arching under his standing weight, but heâs holding you up. Your feet are barely on the floor. His rough hand gripping where your back curves into the plush of your ass, the other tangled in your hair. There's no escaping Erenâs vice now. âYouâre mineâ he practically growls against your spit-soaked lips before pulling your two attached bodies onto his bed.
armin àŒ.° moon safari by air
âwhen your heartâs pounding, you know that iâm awareâ
1000% convinced the song Sexy Boy was written about Armin Arlert!!! It's hard to believe that this delicious atmospheric record was Airâs debut. Like its namesake, each song makes you feel like you're floating on the moon. Or perhaps floating off some type of aphrodisiacâpawing at your lover because youâre so entranced by how gorgeous they look. This album is for the teasers and those who like the all-consuming build-up.
Armin is not the type to be extremely forward about what he wantsâŠas in, what he wants from you. Not because heâs nervous per se, but because his love for you runs so deep that whatever your pleasure is, itâs his too. And if heâs being honest he likes when youâre the more forward one in the mix anyway. When you guys spend the day together and you occasionally whisper your dirty thoughts in his ear, especially when you two are in public. And you donât spare on the details. You tell him exactly what you want and where you want it. Of course he tries to contain the heat flooding his face, but itâs no use. If Arminâs being honest you bring out a side of him heâs never seen before, but he does not hate it. This album feels like a summer night thatâs so hot you two canât bear to be indoors. Luckily, you have a balconyâŠand an outdoor chaise. Perfect for straddling him and practically ripping his shirt off his body. Heâs looked delectable all day long. His beautiful blonde hair blowing in the warm breeze. You need him now. âBaby, what if someone sees?â heâll say against your cheek, but his slight smile reveals he doesnât care all that much. You shrug as you direct his hands to move up under your blouse. That same blush from earlier returning to his face. You undress before him, allowing the breeze to brush all over your body, just like Arminâs handsâleaning down to whisper reassurances against his neck that it doesnât matter who sees because you belong to him after all.
jean àŒ.° dummy by portishead
âyou gotta try a little harderâ
Oooooooo baby...THIS album. Everyone knows about Glory Box, of course, but seriously this entire album will get you pregnant. Once again another trip-hop record, but one that feels like being perfectly wine-drunk. These songs are for those neck and body kisses in juuust the right spot to give you goosebumps.
When it comes to Jean, he makes sure to let you know that you come firstâliterally and figuratively. You know that he would do anything and everything for you. But you also know of his competitive nature. The man likes a challenge. This album feels like giving Jean just that. You propose that in order for him to have full access to you tonight, he must give you a love bite in a specific spot on your body. Of course, itâs up to him to find out if heâs in the right spot or not. Yes it is a challenge of sorts, but Jean never drops that same cocky grin as he runs his teeth all over your body. Heâs loving every minute of this. âAm I getting hot or cold, love?â he breathes out against your calf thatâs resting on his shoulder as he kneels before you. He is getting warmer, so you keep your mouth shut. You lay back on the bed as Jean pushes your knees up to your shoulders, exposing the flesh of the back of your thighs. Oh heâs got it nowâplanting a deep, sinking bite on the back of your right thigh. Your breathy moan was a declaration that he succeeded in your little challenge. In what felt like a blink of an eye heâs upon you, legs no longer pushed together on your chest but rather spread apart under his strong grip, his body pressed against your core. âGuess I wonâ he says, hovering over you as one of his hands creeps up around your neck.
reiner àŒ.° around the fur by deftones
âit feels good to know youâre mineâ
This is the most aggressive album on this list and of course it is this man's album of choice. Around The Fur needs no introduction. From beginning to end this album feels like a building orgasm mixed with an adrenaline rush. Perfect for those who prefer to take out their emotions in the bedroom.
If Reiner was being honest, you are the biggest, maybe even the only, motivation in his life. He doesnât know what he would do if he did not fall asleep and wake up by your side everyday. He wonât come right out and say so out of fear of scaring you away, but heâll show it other ways. Constantly needing his hands on yours. Leaning on you, no matter if you're standing or sitting. This is amusing to you sometimes, this big and muscular guy acting like a lost puppy, but he doesnât care. This man is NEEDY for you and doesnât want to hide it. Reiner needs your reassurance like the air he breathes, even if he sounds belligerent. âTell me it feels good, baby! Please!â heâll say, wincing through bared teeth, almost in tears. Your movements are beginning to stutter as you ride him. Heâs buried so deep inside of you your thoughts are turning to mush. But Reinerâs pleas and bruising grip on your hips wonât let you zone out just yet. He needs you to lead him through this. âDonât stop, please! I need you to use meâ heâll whine out again. You brace yourself with a grip on his jaw and speed up, never breaking eye contact. Heâs a muttering mess now, thanking you over and over again. âYouâre doing so good, my baby boy. Always so good. Always making me feel goodâ. Heâs nodding incessantly, biting his lower lip until you manage to slip a couple fingers in his mouth. Now, heâs waiting on your orders to let him finish.
levi àŒ.° 7 by beach house
âwanna see me come undone?â
Declaring it slightly canon that Levi would like to have sex with music because it helps him relax!!!! And this album might just do the trick. One of Beach House's newer records, but still not lacking in their quintessential glittery beats. Each song feels like waking up from a bad dream and being comforted in the best way possible.
Levi knows that he has baggage, even if he never shows it. But heâs also not necessarily looking for relief from said baggage, it feels too selfish. He is only a human man, however. This album feels like longing for relief in somebody, anybody. Longing for relief in you? The foundation of your relationship is a mutual understanding; you offer him some type of momentary solace dripping in something akin to romance, Levi offers youâŠwell youâre not quite sure yet. It's rarely verbal. The words you two share often feel artificial, even cruel in some cases. Itâs sometimes attention. Leviâs glare is sharp and his eyes are always on you. Truthfully, it was scary how well you two could read each other. He knows what you want, how youâre feeling, before you even know yourself. The question remains though: does he give you what you want when he can tell how you're feeling? You want to hear more about what heâs really thinking, well youâre out of luck, but if now youâre the one seeking reliefâperhaps in the physical, he could oblige. He beckons you over to come sit between his spread legs. Youâre hesitant, but he gently pulls you by the shoulders to lay back against his chest. âI know what you wantâ heâll say against your hair in a whisper. God, he could get you flustered from nothing. Your legs were pressing together, goosebumps racing up your arms. âHow redundantâ you say with an eye roll, still facing forward. âLook at me thenâ heâll say with a tone of anger-fueled hunger that causes you to gulp. The minute you met his gaze, it would be over. Like a prey locking eyes with its predator. You would be served to him on a silver platter.Â
connie àŒ.° fuck the world by brent faiyaz
âyou better kiss it before i go!â
Also declaring it canon that Connie would put on music during sex because duh⊠RnB music is very sexy. I feel like Brent Faiyaz is responsible for every baby conceived in the last five years, because damn his music IS sexy. But this album is for the friendsâŠwho arenât really friendsâŠbut nobody needs to know that. Itâs between the two of you what goes down behind closed doors.
Connie, he was your friend. When you two were around other people he kept his hands to himself. He laughed and chatted with you just like everyone else. But it was silent understanding amongst everyone you two knew that something was going on behind the scenes. Maybe it was the eyes that gave it away. If it wasnât a gaze that was undressing you, it was a gaze of jealousy. At that point, Connie didnât care who saw his visible distaste for whatever guy you were talking to that wasnât him. The audacity of this man. He wonât put a label on what you two are, but heâll fuck you in the back of his car after a group hangout and make you say his name over and over again. Heâll take you back to his place and do it again. âWhat was that guyâs name again?â heâll ask you as you two lay drenched in sweat on his bed, damn near knocked out. He was the perfect mix of playful and mean, and youâd be lying if you claimed you didnât love it. But it's a ritualâyouâll leave the next morning. Not before he catches you by the wrist and asks for his goodbye kiss. It feels nice for a moment, but not before he asks who youâre going to see. âSeriously, Connie? Iâm going home, I'm exhaustedâ. He sends you off with a smirk and a pat on the ass, knowing that he keeps you too satisfied that you donât have the energy to go find another, probably more consistent, guy.
erwin àŒ.° love deluxe by sade
âyou only can rescue me, this is my prayerâ
One of the most beautiful albums of all time for the glorious king, Commander Erwin. This album screams mature and unrelenting love. The type you never have to doubt, because itâs shown everyday. Erwin is the embodiment of a man who loves passionate and true.
Sometimes, the man was fast-paced. He thinks quickly on his feet even if he seems frazzled at first. Wanting to come up with a solution to every problem that comes your way. It annoyed you at times, but thatâs just how Erwin is. Just like how the album sings about, he is a man that has been physically chiseled by conflicts. The last thing he wants is for you to fall victim to the same. Other times, Erwin is slow-paced. You call it teasingâhe calls it savoring. âYou donât deserve something thatâs rushed, darlingâ heâll say against your bare stomach. Heâs removing each article of your clothing one by one, having a taste of every section of your naked skin as itâs revealed. Even if heâs getting visibly aroused through his pants, he doesnât dare speed up. You lay fully naked before him now. The manâs breathing like he just ran a marathon. âSpread your legs for me, dear. Pleaseâ. You do as the man says as he gawks, actually more like salivates, standing above you. Your whines and your eyes are pleading at him to touch you, but heâs not even looking at your face anymore. He knows where heâs striking next. âYouâre the most breathtaking thing Iâve ever laid eyes onâ.
