He turns his head as you go to kiss his cheek, and kiss his lips instead
featuring. enjin, tamsy caines, bro santa, gris rubion, follo tunito, august stilza, zodyl tyhpon, bundus begalkeit
cw/tags (19+ Only | Minors DNI). fluff, accidental kisses, teasing, banter, discussion of feelings
Enjin
"Hold still, just let me show you my thanks."
You leaned toward his cheek, one hand bracing on his shoulder for balance. He tracked down that sweet roll you mentioned wanting weeks ago and carried it across the district in a crumpled paper bag like it was nothing.
The least you could do was give him a quick peck on the cheek.
Or at least, that was the plan before he turned his head so your lips caught his dead-on.
His lips were dry, a little rough, tasting faintly of tobacco, and they didn't pull away. If anything, they pressed against your, firm and unhurried, like he planned this from the get-go.
You broke off with a sharp inhale.
"I--wasn't aiming there."
"Yeah, I know." He dragged his thumb across his bottom lip, eyes half-lidded and locked on you. The bag was still dangling from his other hand like he forgot it existed. "But I was."
"You turned your head on purpose!?"
"My intuition's never steered me wrong." He dropped the bag into your hands and stretched his arms over his head with not a trace of guilt on his face. Just that easy confidence he wore like a second coat. "What? You think I'm gonna just let you kiss my cheek like I'm your teammate? Nah."
"Enjin, you can't just--"
"Already did." He tapped his own mouth twice with one finger, grinning now, wide and bright and entirely self-satisfied. "And you kissed me back for a full three full seconds before you panicked, so let's not act like I committed a crime here."
Your face burned. "It was not three seconds."
"It was four, actually. I was trying to be nice"
"You're impossible."
"And you're in denial." He pulled the cigarette from behind his ear and rolled it between his fingers. "I crossed the district for a pastry because you wanted it. You leaned in to kiss me because you wanted to. We both know what this is. I'm just the one who stopped pretending first."
You opened your mouth but nothing came out.
"Yeah," he said, reading your face like a map. "That's what I thought." He tucked the cigarette back and stood, closing the distance you put between you until the bag was the only thing separating your chest from his. "So stop overthinking it. I'm not."
"Since when?"
"Since a while ago. I just have better timing than you." He tapped the bag in your hands. "Eat. I didn't walk forty minutes for you to let it go stale while you argue with me about our feelings for each other."
Tamsy Caines
"You've got flour on your face, hold on."
You reached up to brush it away, then tilted in to press a light kiss to his cheek. He'd been helping in the kitchen all afternoon, sleeves rolled, calm and methodical, doing things like organizing the spice shelf and wiping down surfaces nobody asked him to clean. It made your chest ache a little, how quietly reliable he was.
He turned his head at the last second.
Your lips met his. Soft. Closed. Perfectly still.
For a moment neither of you moved. His eyes stayed open, watching yours from inches away, and there was something in them you couldn't quite decode. Not surprise. Not discomfort. It was as though he had known this was coming before you did and had been waiting to see how you'd react to your own impulse.
You pulled back, hands flying to your mouth.
"That was supposed to be your cheek, I swear!"
"I know." His voice was the same measured tone it always was. He reached out and gently pulled your hands away from your face, holding them between his. "You don't have to cover your mouth. Nothing happened that shouldn't have."
"Y-You moved your head."
"I did." He said it plainly, as though talking about the weather.
"Okay... but why?" you asked, hesitant of his answer.
He took a few beats to consider your question, which made your stomach sink before he began tracing his thumb in a slow line across your knuckle.
"Because I have been watching you aim for my cheek for weeks now," he said. "And every time, I think about what would happen if I just turned. So today I stopped thinking about it and try it."
"Tamsy..."
"You can be upset with me." His expression maintained its faultless calm, but his grip on your hands tightened a degree. "But I won't pretend it was an accident. That would be dishonest, and I don't want to be dishonest with you."
He watched you with total, unbroken focus and a tenderness that caught you off guard.
"I--um... O-Okay, I guess?" you said quietly.
He smiled and it finally reached his eyes.
"Okay," he echoed, and let your hand go.
Bro Santa
"Bro, seriously, thank you for carrying all of that. You didn't have to."
He was still catching his breath, arms full of supply crates he'd insisted on hauling alone despite you and three other supporters offering to split the load.
You went up to kiss his cheek, it was something you had done a handful of times before because found it adorable how he always got flustered.
He turned to say something, and your mouth caught his in that exact moment, causing the crates to hit the ground with a crash.
His hands flew out to the sides like he'd been electrocuted, palms open, fingers spread wide. His lips were chapped and warm and they stayed frozen against yours for a moment before you stumbled backwards.
"Oh no. Oh no no no, I'm so sorry, I was going for your--"
"No, that's--It's completely... You don't need to apologize, that was my fault--I'm sorry, are you okay, did I--" He was talking over you, both hands now raking through his loose hair, face flushed from his jaw to his ears. The crates were scattered at his feet and he hadn't even glanced at them.
"Bro."
"--I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing, I'm the one who kissed you."
"Right.--Right, yes. That happened." He pressed both palms flat against his own face and took a deep breath. When his hands came down, the blush was still there, furious and blotchy, and his eyes were looking everywhere except directly at you.
"Are you... okay?" you asked.
"Just processing." He bent down to pick up a crate, fumbled it, caught it, stacked it wrong, and then just stood there holding it against his chest like a shield. "That was my first."
"Your first kiss!?"
"No! My first--" He stopped. Swallowed. Tried again. "The first time I didn't really want to apologize for being selfish."
The crate was still clutched to his chest. He looked at you for exactly one second, then looked at the ground, then up, then back at you.
"Could we..." he started, and his voice cracked to his own horror. He cleared his throat. "Could we maybe do that again. On purpose. When I'm not holding supplies."
"Yeah," you said. "We could do that."
He nodded and picked up the rest of the crates, but his blush didn't fade for the rest of the afternoon, and you caught him twice pressing his fingers to his mouth when he thought you weren't looking.
Gris Rubion
"Good work today. All of you."
Gris was wiping down his hands with a rag, post-mission grime streaked across his forearms. The other supporters had already filed out toward the showers, but he stayed behind to finish logging the cleanup report.
You stayed behind too. Partly to help, but mostly because watching Gris work in focused silence had become one of your favorite quiet indulgences.
"You should've gone with the others," he said without looking at you. "You did more than your share out there."
"So did you."
"That's the job." He shrugged and pulled his cap off, running a hand through his hair before he turned away from you.
You crossed the space between you, and aimed a quick kiss at his cheek for job well done, a thank you for watching out for Follo when that beast flanked them, and thank you for a dozen things he'd never take credit for.
He turned his head to ask for your help, when he found your lips pressed firmly to his.
For one suspended moment he was perfectly, completely still, and you could feel the tension in his jaw like a wire pulled taut before he pulled away.
"I was going for your cheek, I swear!" you squeaked, feelings your face heat up.
He stared at you, eyes held steady on your face with the same unshakable composure he brought to everything, but a muscle in his jaw twitched once.
"Okay," he said simply, letting out a small sigh.
"Okay? That's all you're going to say!?"
He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the floor for two seconds before coming back to you.
"You missed," he said.
"I know. You moved."
"I did." He uncrossed his arms. "I didn't realize you were coming in that close. If I'd known, I would have stayed still."
"So that I would kiss your cheek." you clarified.
He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and a faint streak of color appeared across the bridge of his nose.
"That's not what I said."
The silence between you suddenly felt different. He picked his cap up off the table, turned it over in his hands once, and put it back on. Tugged the brim low.
"I would have stayed still so it would last a bit longer." He adjusted the brim again. "On purpose next time, though... If you wanted to try again."
Follo Tunito
"Follo, your goggles are cracked."
"I know, I know, I'll fix them later." He was sitting on a crate outside the supply depot, hat in his lap, trying to retape the handle of a broom that had snapped during cleanup following a mission.
The mission had gone fine but Follo had tripped during a critical moment, and now he was trying to be useful in every possible way to make up for a failure that only he was still thinking about.
"Hey." You crouched in front of him. "--You did good today."
"I tripped."
"And then you got back up and threw a beast twice your size into Riyo's path so she could finish it."
He didn't look up. His eyes stayed fixed on the broom handle. "Anyone could've done that." he muttered.
"Anyone didn't. You did."
His hands stopped moving and he sat there holding the broken broom and the tangled tape, looking as though he wanted to believe you.
You leaned in to give his cheek a quick kiss before he could move away from it, but he turned to look at you instead.
His eyes went huge feeling your lips on his, and the tape roll fell out of his hand and bounced off the crate onto the ground.
You jerked back. "Sorry. I was--"
"Going for my cheek. Yeah. I figured." His voice came out strangled. Red swept up from his neck, blotching across his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears. He grabbed his cap from his lap and put it on, pulled the brim low, as if that could hide any of it.
"I'm sorry," you said again.
"Don't be." He said it too fast. Then caught himself. His hands gripped his knees. "I mean. It's fine. Things happen. People lean in and other people turn and it's just, you know, geometry. Physics. Angles."
"Are you explaining my accidental kiss with... math?"
He pulled the brim of his cap lower. Then lower. The hat was practically covering his eyes now. "I-I just need a minute because I was already having a hard time being around you today and this is not helping."
"A hard time?" you quirked a brow.
His fingers curled tighter. Under the cap, you could see him chewing the inside of his cheek.
"And now you kissed me and I liked it and that's terrifying because I'm going to find a way to convince myself I don't deserve it by tomorrow morning, and I really don't want to do that this time." He finally looked up. "So if you meant it, even by accident, could you maybe just tell me that?"
"I meant it."
He exhaled like he'd been holding his breath since the moment your lips touched his.
"Okay." He nodded. Then nodded again. "For the record, I'm not going to be normal about this for at least a week."
"Take your time."
August Stilza
"Turn left. LEEEEFT. Your other left!"
"That is my left, August."
"Then your left is wrong." He was circling you with a strip of measuring tape slung over one shoulder, pins in his mouth, hands moving fast as he tucked and adjusted the prototype uniform he made for you. His headphones were blasting something loud enough for you to hear from where you stood. Every few seconds he'd yank them down to bark an instruction, then shove them back up.
He paused at your shoulder, tugging a seam, and frowned behind his orange lenses.
"I cut this panel wider on purpose and it's sitting exactly right. See, EVERYONE told me broad construction wouldn't work for this silhouette. Everyone was wrong. I was right. As usual." He flicked the fabric with his finger like he was praising it. "Look at that drape. Perfect."
You looked down at yourself. He'd been at this for two days, barely sleeping, and the uniform actually fit you like nothing ever had before. Every curve accounted for, nothing pulling, nothing pinching.
"You really put a lot into this," you said.
"I put a lot into everything I design." He stepped around to face you, adjusting something near your collar, and his face was suddenly right there.
You leaned in and aimed for his cheek.
He turned to spit a pin into his hand.
Your mouth hit his directly.
He inhaled the remaining pin.
What followed was ten seconds of him coughing, doubled over, pounding his own chest while you grabbed his arm in panic. The pin came out. He straightened up, eyes watering, face blazing red, and pointed at you.
"DID YOU JUST KISS ME ON THE MOUTH."
"I was going for your cheek, you turned your head--"
"I ALMOST DIED AND IT'S BECAUSE YOU KISSED ME AND I THINK THOSE TWO FACTS ARE EQUALLY IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW." He yanked his sunglasses off, wiped his eyes, and stared at you with outrage, his ears were violently red. "Why would you do that while I had pins in my mouth.--Who does that?! There are PROTOCOLS."
"It was a thank-you kiss, August. For the uniform."
"ON THE MOUTH?!"
"I told you, I was aiming for your cheek."
He pressed his palm flat over his lips and held it there.
"Okay," he said behind his fingers, muffled. "I need you to leave my workshop."
"Are you mad?"
"No. I need you to leave because I need to think about this for the next six hours and I can't do that with you standing there." He put his sunglasses back on, crooked, and turned toward his worktable. "Come back tomorrow. I'll be normal by then. Probably. No promises."
Zodyl Typhon
"You haven't eaten yet today Zodyl..."
"Irrelevant." He didn't lift his eyes from the map. One finger traced the border route, the other hand flat on the table. The lantern between you made his purple eyes look like bruises.
You set the plate beside his hand anyway and he ignored it. You had been doing this for three weeks now, bringing him food, and getting silence if not a two-worded acknowledgment.
Everyone else was asleep and you were tired. He wasn't. He was never tired, and if he was, he would never admit it.
You stood to leave, and something in you just moved without consulting your brain first. You leaned down to kiss his cheek. Quick. Thoughtless. The kind of thing you'd do for anyone burning themselves down over a table at midnight.
He turned to look at you, hearing your move back towards him, and your lips hit his mouth.
He didn't move. His lips stayed exactly where they were, cool and still, and his eyes held yours from an inch away with zero readable expression.
You pulled back fast. "I didn't mean to do that."
"I know."
"And then you turned and--" you were over-explaining your actions in fear for your life.
"I did." He straightened to full height, and his coat shifted around his shoulders, yet his face continued to give you nothing. "Why were you trying to kiss me at all."
"Because you've been at this for nine hours and someone should--"
"No one should anything. Not with me." He cut the sentence clean.
"Well... maybe I just care about you...?"
The silence that followed was heavy, like something had been set on the table between you that he hadn't anticipated. He looked at the metaphorical plate you'd brought. Then at you. Then at the plate again.
"Inefficient," he said.
"What!?"
"A kiss on the cheek communicates gratitude. What you did communicates something else entirely and I don't think you meant to say it..." His eyes found yours again. "You should be more careful about what you tell me without words."
"And... if I'm not careful?"
He sat back down and picked up the food you left with his free hand and bit into it without ceremony.
"Then I'll remember it," he said, "and I'll use it against you."
"Is that a threat?"
"Go to sleep, you're too tired for this conversation to have its intended meaning."
Bundus Begalkeit
"Scoot over, old man."
"There it is again. Old man." He shifted on the rock without complaint, making room for you. The purple lantern at his hip threw strange light across the deep lines in his face. "One of these days I'm going to start believing you."
"You ARE old."
"Forty-four. That's seasoned at worst. Old is when things stop working." He flexed his prosthetic arm and grinned. "Everything still works."
You dropped onto the rock beside him and crossed one ankle over the other. This had become the routine. Every night after camp went quiet, you found Bundus at whatever edge he'd parked himself on and joined him for a bit of idle chatter.
"Quiet tonight," you said.
"Just as I like it." He tipped his hat back and looked out at the dark stretch of ground ahead. "Most people fill silence because it makes them nervous. I think silence is where the honest things live."
"You like everything."
"Not true. I dislike rushed conversations and people who lie about small things." He glanced sideways at you. "You don't do either. That's why I like sitting with you."
Smiling, you leaned over to kiss his cheek goodnight as he turned to adjust his pattern, and your lips caught his in full.
His eyebrows rose to the hat brim of his hat when you jerked back.
"Going for the cheek weren't you?" He looked at you directly. "Well--"
"I'm sorry--" you interrupted.
"Give me a second to finish what I was saying." He set the lantern down and rested his hand on his knees and took one long breath through his nose. "You just made my chest do something I genuinely did not expect and--"
"Bundus..." you interrupted again, causing him to sigh. He took off his hat and held it close to himself.
"Let me be frank" He turned to face you fully. "You sit here every night. You bring food when I'm on watch. You call me old man like its a pet name. Now this." He pointed between your face and his. "Is this kindness... or is this something different?"
"Something different... I think."
His hand came down on your knee with a nod.
"Good," he said. "Because I've been saving this spot every night and pretending I wasn't hoping you'd show up." He squeezed once, then let go. "Same rock tomorrow?"
"Same rock tomorrow." you confirmed.
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a/n. finally time to start posting for this amazing trash (i say as a pun), hope you enjoyed!
CW: PWP, Blowjob/deep throat, light spanking, revealing outfit(cow 🐮 girl outfit), cowgirl (position), creampie, reader is a bit insecure/shy ig, fem!reader, chubby reader, Armin is a nerd and likes Anime, light masturbation by Armin, soft!dom Armin, teases you a bit, Armin is whiny and needy, Armin is a bit of a perv, Armin does wholesome aftercare
A/N: this is a bit long, tried to make the ending short n sweet. Tried making Armin needy and whiny but idk if it came out how i wanted it to haha xd
Synopsis: Armin helps you with studies in college, you develop a friendship with him but you both secretly like each other and end up fucking one day, it just happens.
You sit in your boring class, waiting for this lecture to finish. You rest your head on your hand while your elbow holds up the support on the desk. You write down sloppy notes on the course. Sooner than you know it your class finally finishes, you hated the class but you needed it to pass college at least. It felt miserable being at college, you barely knew anyone here. Keeping up with classes on your own was hard enough and you already felt insecure. Not to mention you felt like most people ignored you, socializing was hard. You noticed this blonde haired boy, in a couple of your classes though. He'd always hang around his two other friends, you felt envious of their friendship sometimes. Even though you've interacted with him a couple short times, maybe he also found you weird? Unfortunately you'd have to see him today. As you walk along the hallway in your thoughts, carrying your binder to your chest you hadn't notice the said blonde walking in the opposite direction of you. He was too caught up in his own conversation to notice but you bumped into his chest causing him to stumble backwards a bit. You wanted to run away, looking up meeting the blue eyed gaze. "Ah ! Sorry- i was-" he looks down at you, a bit puzzled but he recognizes you. "Oh, its alright. I wasn't paying attention either" flashing a small smile. "Ill see you later then. Y/n" and he continues on with his friend and the previous conversation. He remembered your name ? The thought making you smile.
An hour passes and you finally have to go to one of the classes you see Armin in, you walk into the room. You see the short blonde haired boy looking down at a book, black long sleeved shirt and slightly baggy dark blue jeans with his black frames almost falling off. Oddly, the seat next to him is empty. He has his brown haired friend sitting there almost all the time. As you walk up the stairs passing a couple more tables and almost pass Armins, he notices you. His head jolts up "Hey. Wanna sit next to me?" He nods his head up. Your head meets his stare and you pause. Nervously giving him a response, looking away "doesn't uhm your friend sit there ?" He looks a bit annoyed but he shrugs "hes not here, I guess." The class starts and you end up taking the seat, not thinking too mucb about it. He quietly, trying not to make it too obvious, stares at your actions. As you pull out your notebook and pens, huffing at the start of the lecture and getting bored already.
After around 30 minutes in, he leans over to you a bit whispering "hey do you wanna leave?" You glance at him, a bit taken aback. "Uhm" your eyes wandered back and forth from him and the professor speaking. "I don't know...i really need to pass this class" you whisper. He paused before he gave you an answer. "I can tutor you, besides I'm probably the smartest one here." He smiles, you agree hesitantly. You both shuffle away with your items and you feel the slight embarrassment of the stares you received. Walking out the door feeling the cooler air touch your skin and relieve a tedious class. Armin walks besides you. "Do you like anime?" He asks nonchalantly. "Yeah...I do actually" he keeps his eye contact with you and responds with a pleased hum. "Have you..ever cosplayed?" You nervously reply back "no...not really" feeling warmth on your cheeks. "Why not?" What's with all these questions? "Cause of uhm" what do you even say ?? "Cause you're chubby?" He says bluntly. You pause your walking and he pauses with you. You look away from his continuing stare. He just observes your appearance and fidgets. "Just being honest. But who cares ? You should do it anyway." He shrugs but there's a moment of awkward silence and then he speaks up again breaking tension. "Well, we arrived near my dorm. Do you still want me to help you?" You look up at him with warm cheeks and quietly nod. He flashes a small smile and he takes the lead towards his dorm room. Pulling out keys from his backpack, he opens it and politely lets you go in first. "My roommate dropped out, so I've had it to myself for a while." You hum, observing the room as you walk in. On your left side of the room, his side is neat. Maybe a few papers on his desk and open books, from previous studying. You do spot a small bookcase with a section full of different mangas, littered with different types of anime girl figures. He pulls out the chair from the unused desk on the other side of the room, offering you a seat at his desk. You take his offered seat, setting down your backpack quietly, next to the chair. He walks over to an open chair as you're about to hutch over to grab your stuff. His voice interrupts you. "How come I don't see you around more after classes?" Continuing your actions but you pause before answering him "I mainly just..keep to myself I guess. I don't know many people here" setting down your binder on his desk. "Now you know me" flashing the same soft smile. Maintaining eye contact for your reaction, you chuckle nervously staring away at a random book in his room. "T-thanks for offering to help" "no problem. We should watch some anime after our studying too" you were a bit surprised by the invitation, pausing before responding back. "Yea ! That sounds fun" with a smile "okay lets try to finish fast" pulling out his notebook from his backpack.
After around 2 hours, he sits himself up from the desk. He leans back on his chair and stretches. "Okay, I think that's enough for now" you copy his actions "yeah.." with a big sigh of relief. "Let's watch something ! Do you have any suggestions?" And he goes to pull his laptop from his backpack. You ponder a bit for any suggestions but of course nothing comes to mind at the moment. "We can also watch on my bed by the way. The desk is a bit small for us to be comfortable." And he stands up with his laptop in hand, the chair moving out of his way backward. You look up at him, processing what he said. On his bed !? "Plus I'm tired of sitting on that chair" you look at his bed "as long as you're okay with it" and he scoots his way around the chair to his bed, his back leaning against the wall and criss-crossed with his laptop on his lap. You do the same, trying not to sit too close to him. You fidget a bit nervously. I mean you don't really know him and he's cute, you didn't want him to think you're weird. You look at his screen, some cute anime girl as his wallpaper. He clicks on his browser and goes to crunchyroll. "Mm have you watched this one?" Looking around the bright screen "no! I haven't actually" "well i have but i wouldn't mind rewatching it" he shrugs. "ok!"
This became almost a routine for you two, he'd help you study and your reward was watching anime with him. You did improve a lot more in your class but you started just looking forward to seeing Armin at this point. Exchanged numbers and socials to talk about animes you two enjoyed and what's new. It had been weeks, then months of chatting with Armin and visiting each other's dorm rooms. He was kind to you when you messed up on your homework and he'd just go over it again. You developed more of a crush on him and you couldn't really tell if he felt the same, he was just generally nice.
What you didn't know was that Armin was obsessed with you, he needed you and your warmth. He had developed a big crush on you, always finding you adorable. The way you get shy around him sometimes and how'd he'd do anything to help you in what he could. Then thinking about how you'd looked sexy in different cosplays and skimpy outfits for him, pondering about it late at night. He felt so perverted masturbating to you right after your hangouts sometimes and how you looked that day. When you say "thank you Armin!" When he helped you with your homework or "Armin, you're so sweet!" and you'd hug him for a second because he gave you little snacks to eat while you watch your new episodes together. Hoping he'd get your message about your feelings...Then thinking about the warmth of your tummy and boobs pushing on him. He muffled himself, stroking his cock. His pre-cum crying out of his red tip and the thought of you riding him. "Y/n, please" he begged no one. "Looking at a photo of you on your Instagram, wearing an open top that cupped your boobs perfectly. He whined into his palm, trying to reach his climax, humping himself into his own hand. Another photo of you he swiped to, wearing little shorts at the beach and a cute tank top with lace on the trims. Soft thighs pressing together for a pose."Y/n!" Biting his lip, and cumming on his tummy. "Damn it" he mumbled to himself.
The same night in your dorm, you were scrolling through some cosplay websites. They had various characters, ones you knew Armin liked and then a link to skimpier ones. Feeling bold, you ended up buying a very small two piece set with cow print, matching accessories like a collar and leash with ears and a tail. Cute little bows adoring the cleavage and middle of the panties hem and thigh highs. You regretted way after it came in and never thought you'd show Armin anyway even if it was intended for him.You shoved it away under your bed forever hiding it away. Armin was going to come over the next day to watch Anime and hangout and you couldn't let him know your secret ! Then going to sleep with lewd thoughts about him and your new outfit that night.
Since Armin was coming over any minute now today, cause it was his turn to come to your place After about 10 mins of making sure everything was clean and you looked nice, you hear a knock. Opening the door to a blonde haired friend. He smiles, walking in. "You ready ? I also brought snacks for us" "awe really? Thanks Armin" giving him a small hug. He blushes from your contact. "Well i gotta use the bathroom first, so brb but make yourself comfortable" "kay" watching you walk away to the bathroom. He observes everything in your room the familiar dorm making him happy. Getting ready to pull out his laptop while setting down his backpack, he notices a black and white thing under your bed peaking. It was your tail from your set and the fluffy end of it was poking out. He knows not to look at a cute girls' stuff without her knowledge but this really caught his attention. It'd be quick anyway, so he pulled it out and a bag spilled out with your little secret. He opened the plastic bag with a skimpy logo that had a heart and succubus on it and pulled out your tiny bra. Immediately turning red, thinking of the nasty things he'd wanna see you do in this thing. He was unfortunately starting to get a boner. He heard the bathroom door open and as soon as you walk out you're wondering why his ears were so red. "Hey, min you oka-" when he turns facing you, holding your whole set in his hand, red at his face. "Armin! Uhm i-" getting warm yourself. "Can i..." he cuts you off. "Can I see you in it. Please?" Biting his lip, the plea coming out a lil whiny. Your whole face visiblely feeling warm and embarrassed. "O-ok" you obliged.
Armin sat patiently on your bed. Trying not to palm himself imagining how you'd look. Desperately waiting. You changed in the bathroom, trying to work up the courage to come out. Wearing all the cute lil accessories and leash, you fixed your hair and decided to grab a towel to wrap around yourself when you came out. Grabbing the cold doorknob and twisting it open, Armin's full attention perks up towards your presence. You walk out slowly. "U-uhm" you mutter. Letting it fall to your feet. You cover your face not wanting to see Armin's reaction at all. Cool air hitting your exposed skin. "Y/n.." your name trails off his tongue. "I-i know i look huge or something" you mumble "come here please" it sounded really needy. You peek through your fingers to see him with a full hard on. One arm leaning back while he manspreads and palms himself. You slowly walk towards him and once you're close enough to him he says "Im sorry y/n c-can i please, touch you" you look down at him and nod shyly. He grabs your tit, caressing it in his palm, the skin spilling out of your tiny bikini bra, your areolas peaking out. He squishes it and groans. "You're so pretty y/n" , giving him a needy expression. "Mm a-armin" he moves his palm toward your waist and tummy, squeezing your chub. "So so pretty.." getting impossibly more flustered. "Can I spank you?" More yearning for you "y-yes" he bits his lip again. "Lay your tummy on my lap, don't worry" doing so, you never thought Armin could be so pervy. You were really enjoying it. "You have such a cute ass" he whispers softly as he rubs circles around your exposed cheeks. The thin fabric barely covers anything, the tail sticking out between your ass. He rubs the back of your thighs, the fat spilling out from the thigh highs. You shove your face into a pillow, embarrassed from his touch. *smack* and you yelp, it was hard. He rubs circles to smooth out the pain but smacks your other cheek. You yelp again. "Aarmmin" you whine. You squirm, feeling yourself get wet and the hard on pressing on your tummy. "Does my lil cow want my milk?" He teases. *smack* you whine again "thats not an answer" *smack* you yelp at the stinging pain. "Y-yes! I do" he rubs your ass, smoothing the pain. "Good girl" you moan at the given praise. *smack* making you jolt again and he chuckles softly. "Get on your knees for me, pretty" you shuffle quickly into position looking up at his blue orbs. His eyebrows scrutch a bit and his eyes pleading. He was in love with this view of you on your knees, all dressed up for him. He caresses your cheek, his hand slowly making his way to your collar and leash. "Wanna suck me?" You hastily nod "okay, show me" Armins tone was soft but so affirmative, You needed more of him. You bring your hands up and paw at his bulge for a second, causing a small moan from him. Satisfied you undo his belt and zipper, he lifts his hips up a bit for you to pull them all the way done along with his boxers. A long cock with a fat blushing tip, leaking pre cum twitching. You place his cock on your face with an open mouth, licking around the base trying to be as slutty as possible. "Fuck.." he moans loudly.
He pulls the leash to suggest you put it in your mouth and you don't. You tease, lick and kiss all around his cock and balls to keep his noises coming. " y/n" he yanks your leash a bit hard "don't be a fuckin bad" and he grabs your hair, not too tight but to guide your head to his tip. You oblige to your dismay but he gives you reprimand look. You suck his tip, swishing your tongue around and he groans loudly. His hold on your head pushes you down slowly, trying to adjust your mouth to his length. "See? It's not hard being good for me" responding back a muffled whine. You bob your head up and down, and he rubs your head with praise. "Take more in" releasing a satisfied sigh. You hold onto his thighs and start deep throating him. He can feel your throat trying to clench around him. He shamelessly starts moaning louder. You gag on him, and he jolts hips up. "Nngh, y/n" he holds your head still there "ive always wanted you to c-choke on me, ngh" the tip of your nose touches his pubes, and you tap on his thighs for air. He lets go and you take a big gasp of air, panting. Saliva connects from your lips to his tip, drool all over your face. You look up and he caresses your face once more. "So cute..please lay on top of me" you look at him in a daze, taking you a second to register what he said. He helps you get up and he lays down on his back his head hitting a pillow and pulls you right on top of him, chest to chest. "Armin !" He peppers kisses on your neck and then a deep kiss on your lips. His hands roam all over your body, from the fat of your back to your waist and ass."Ride me please" and he positions himself towards the frame of your bed for a better angle. You sit up straight on his lap and align yourself with his tip. He moves your panties to side for you and can see him get harder from looking at your pussy. You whine looking at him at the embarrassment of his stares. Your pussy wet, and aching for him. "So fucking pretty for me" you hold his hand and slowly push your self down, His fat tip stretches you out."M-min, you're too big !" He grips your hand tight "it's okay my sweet girl, don't you wanna milk me?hm?" You moan loudly "mmhmm!" He chuckles. You finally push yourself down to his base, clamping down on him and he pushes his head back at the feeling. "Fuck- so tight" you take this as a sign to start moving, slow back and forth movements and you can't stop moaning, holding his hand tighter while your body jiggles. Your tits moving up and down with your little ears. "Armin oh my god" you yelp, speeding up your pace "feels so good" making eye contact with him and he can't stop looking at you, his free hand pulls your bra down to release your tits and that drives him crazy. He pushes himself up hard and a loud moan rips from your throat "min!" He grabs your leash again, pulling hard making you whine loudly. "agin- please" and he pulls on it again.
"Fuck- just, come here" and he pulls you, holds you down to bump chests again. He spreads his legs for enough room to hump up into you while you're face to face with him. You put your arms on either side of his head and he holds your hips to piston in you, helping you move your hips. "F-fuck, you're so hot" with a whine. "I've always wanted to fuck you, you're always so cute" he confesses almost pathetically. "Your body a-always turns me o-ngh" your face warm, his confession turning you on more "a-armin, feels so good dont stop" he spreads your ass cheeks, your bodies moving in unison with everyone of his thrusts. Uncontrollable ahs and yes spilling out of you."s-so soft and fuck, i n-eed to cum inside you y/n" you lean down to kiss him, tounges end up swirling together in a sloppy make out. "Please cum inside me!" You yelp after your kiss. He moans, loudly "your body m-makes me so" pushing himself up hard, "horny ! Fuc- im gonna" his voice cracks, you place your arms behind his neck holding him tight "pleaasee! Breed me!" You whine and tears form in the corner of your eyes. "G'nna cum too!" Loud groans and moans leave his mouth, you feel him wrap his arms around your waist tightly into a hug and his hips stutter, slowing down while he cums inside you. Your body gives up, tired while he finishes you both off. He moaned after every weak thrust he had left. Cum seeping out of your pussy, loud pants fill up your room. You whine at the warm liquid and the ache. He pulls himself slowly out of you and Armin looks at you in awe. "Y/n, are you okay?" He rubs your back, and continues his embrace on you. You lift your head to look at him "yea, im okay Armin" following with a small kiss on his red cheek. "I'm really sorry, i really got ahead of myself and i should've asked you if you wanted to use a condom" giving you a small pout, he sounded worried what you'd think of him. "Armin, it's okay...I wanted you to cum in me." Showing him a reassuring smile. "Y-yeah but I should have been more responsible.." you give him another quick peck, snuggling him more. "Armin.. it's okay, don't worry please" you shuffle to his side, head on his chest and squeezing him. "As long as we get to date now" burying your face into his chest. "Yes! Of course" he exclaims excitedly. "Let me take care of you." He slowly gets up "I'll get you some water and your pjs" leaning down to kiss the temple of your head. You smiled at him hugging your pillow.
After getting yourself clean and wearing a big t-shirt with shorts, you and Armin cuddled next to each other. He was wearing his previous clothes but didn't mind as long as you were comfy. "Armin...did you mean all those things you said to me while we were having sex?" He turns his head to you, his focus on your concern now instead of the screen. "Of course I did !You're..." gripping your waist tightly "really sexy.." sheepishly looking away, blush visible on his face. "You need to wear more outfits like that f-for me" still looking away from your stare. "Armin !" Nuzzling your face into his chest.
He tried once- some lean bird with sharp hips and delicate wrist bones that looked like they’d snap if he squeezed too hard. She was pretty in the way fragile things are: all long lines and hollow shadows. When he gripped her waist, his thick fingers overlapped easily, too easily, and the thought hit him like ice water: he could crush her if he forgot himself for even a second. When he buried himself deep, she gasped sharp and tight, her whole body tensing like it hurt more than it pleased, fighting to take the stretch of him. Every thrust felt like walking a razor’s edge, one wrong move from snapping her in half.
It left him cold. Detached. Fucking her was like handling fragile ordnance- too much awareness, too much restraint. Her flesh bruised too easily, blooming purple under his grip like overripe fruit splitting open in the summer heat if you squeezed just right. Her thighs shook from strain instead of pleasure, barely able to wrap around his waist without trembling.
There was no soft give when he pressed his full weight down, no warm overflow of flesh to sink into. Just sharp bone digging back at him, quiet winces she tried to hide behind bitten lips, and moans that sounded more like endurance than ecstasy. She didn’t beg for harder. She just took it, eyes squeezed shut, surviving him.
And Simon Riley had spent too many years surviving on endurance already. He didn't want a body that reminded him of fragility every time he fucked it, one that made him feel like a brute, something dangerous that needed to be leashed. (Something that made him feel like his father.)
The first time he sank his fingers into your soft, overflowing hips, something deep in his chest unclenched like a rusted lock finally giving way. No brittle bones under his palms. No fear that one rough thrust would bruise or break you. Just warm, yielding flesh that took every brutal snap of his hips Cushion. Give. A body that could handle his full weight.
He loved the way your belly pressed soft and warm against him when he folded you in half, how your thick thighs tembled and squeezed around his waist. He liked burying his face between them, smothered in heat and softness while they shook and soaked his face.
You could take him, cock pounding so deep it punched the breath from your lungs and still look up at him with heavy lidded eyes and moan "Harder, Simon, please."
He’d never say it out loud. Never explain the way your body made the constant roar in his head go quiet. But the truth was brutally simple:
Delicate things broke under his hands.
Soft, heavy, generous bodies didn't.
And Simon Riley was a man who needed something- someone- that could survive him.
Heheheh, what about a human streamer in a world of monsters?The main mystery is how quickly loyal and excited monster fans will be able to persuade Reader to start making 18+ content ----🧥
I don’t know much about the concept itself, but this reminds me a little of a chapter from Suicide Boy.
You decide to use one of those streaming websites for human food mukbangs. You don’t have high hopes for anything, you just want a little company while eating because monster realm has been rather lonely. Who knows, maybe this way you’ll even find other fellow humans.
The channel has a slow start. There’s the occasional curious passerby, and the loyal handful. You enjoy the quiet, idle chatter with your small following.
“Nice costume, how did you make it?” you mumble, staring at one of the messages you received from a new viewer. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand you. I’m not wearing any costume.”
You can almost feel a subtle change. The chatroom goes quiet for a tense minute, as if the monsters are weighing your statement and its implication. Unbeknownst to you, there’s multiple posts being published about a genuine human streamer who’s now been discovered.
The next day, you stare at the number of viewers in disbelief. Where did all these monsters come from?
“Can I send you monster food to try?” One viewer writes.
“Where’s the tipping option?”
“Can you prove this isn’t a costume? We can tell if you take your clothes off.”
You read as your original followers furiously argue with the newcomers, citing your dignity. “(Y/N) doesn’t need to prove anything to you”, they conclude with solemnity. They reassure you, in private, that you can choose to post whatever you want, and they will support you regardless.
What a mess. Your eyes scan the offers, from innocent suggestions to downright shameless proposals. And they keep pouring in.
hiya! i love love your writings & would love to send in a request for a yautja x plus sized reader :3
something along the lines of: yautja & reader share a close bond with each other (and are in love with each other hehe) but when it’s time for male yautjas in the village to choose a mate, she starts to avoid him because of doubts & insecurities, comparing herself to other female yautjas (she is nothing like them, in her mind sees herself as too weak, too soft, too quiet and etc). he ofc gets all sad and pouty xD but once he realizes her negative thoughts he reassures her with so much praise, affirmations, and just pure comfort & fluff. and during the choosing ceremony, happily chooses her in front of everyone :D
i’m so sorry if this was a big ask, feel free to just move along this hehe. thank you for your time & for reading this :’) <333
Hey there!! Firstly I’d like to apologize— as always, that this took me foreveerrrrr, thank you so much for your patience, and for the ask!! (It makes me sooo happy that people like my work, I never would have imagined I’d get asks like this!) anyway, I really hope you like this!
(Side note: I’m sorry if this is buns, I proofread it myself 💀)
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It’s been about eight months since your arrival here, and adjusting to life on Yautja Prime has been… challenging, to say the least— and chiefest among the challenges you face are the yautja themselves, or, more accurately, having to deal with how they treat you.
The vast majority of the yautja in the village you now call home want nothing to do with you, regarding you with varying levels of hostility— ranging from ignoring your presence entirely to going out of their way to make it clear that you’re unwelcome, an outsider, a pathetic primitive far better suited to be food for the hounds than to walk among them, simpering about and feebly attempting to make nice the way you do.
Needless to say, it’s exhausting being treated like a pest by everyone around you…
Everyone, except, that is, for Gahtei.
From the moment he first laid eyes on you, Gahtei was intrigued— after all, it isn’t every day an alien falls into your midst… When the elders were deciding what should be done with you, he advocated in your favor, insisting that killing you would neither be honorable nor worth the energy it would take— and that much could be learned of oomans from you… Luckily, they saw it his way, concluding that should you keep out of the way and pull your weight, you could stay… With Gahtei, of course— he stepped up for you, so you could be his problem.
But, as it would turn out— your presence was hardly a problem for him… The first night you spent in his home, you were, of course, too anxious to sleep, but he stayed up with you, trying his hardest to ensure you were as comfortable as possible… The two of you ended up exchanging stories and questions about your respective kinds and home worlds into the wee hours… And every day since then, you’ve only grown closer, closer indeed than either of you had intended to…
Gahtei knows they’re taboo, his feelings for you— but he just can’t bring himself to care… beyond your striking beauty, so utterly unlike anything he’s ever seen; what he admires most about you is your strength.
It isn’t the sort of brash, domineering brute strength those around him seem to value so highly, but rather a quiet, unwavering tenacity you carry within you… You could have given up, given in at any point, in fact— there were a few times he thought you just might, but no… Despite everything, you’re getting along— doing your damndest to keep your head up; you’ve even learned how to hunt small game under his tutelage, and he couldn’t be prouder…
He’s also grown fiercely protective of you; it makes his blood boil when he sees the way the others treat you, and he isn’t above getting into a scrap to defend your honor— his greyish skin is littered with scars from a lifetime of defending himself against the very same vitriol you face now… Having been born the smallest of his siblings and remaining smaller than the average yautja male, he’s had to fight tooth and nail for the majority of his life to earn any kind of respect.
Your feelings towards him have also bloomed beyond friendship, which was almost inevitable, really… He protects you, he cares for you, he listens to you— he truly sees you… And you can’t deny it makes your heart flutter to watch him stand up to yautja twice his size just because they looked at you wrong.
And speaking of looking, you could swear you catch him staring at you more and more often lately… But you brush it off— after all, he couldn’t actually want you… Small, soft, fragile, alien you… You have no claws, you have no fangs— you don’t even have the ability to speak his language, having to rely on the translator he provided you… The idea that he would ever choose you over any number of the eligible yautja females in the village is one you can’t accept; they’re everything you’re not, everything he deserves.
There's a war raging within you between your desperate desire for his attention and your certainty that nothing between you could ever be, and it's starting to grate on you… So, you begin to pull away from him, both physically and emotionally, in an attempt to protect yourself. But unbeknownst to you, your withdrawal couldn’t have begun at a worse time.
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In the weeks leading up to a bonding ceremony, yautja are to begin courting the one they intend to choose as their mate.
And Gahtei had his heart set on courting a certain, special ooman… Fantasies of lavishing you with gifts of handmade jewelry and the skulls of his largest, most impressive kills, or of hand-feeding you the season's ripest, most flavorful fruits— and you, you beautiful, fierce, sweet creature, enthusiastically accepting his courtship played over and over again through his mind… But there’s a major problem, and it’s that you won’t stick around long enough for him to do any of that.
You keep coming up with flimsy excuses not to be around him, to weasel your way out of any conversation he tries to initiate.
“Oh, sorry Tei— I’m so tired, I was just about to go to bed."
“Oh, you know what? We’re running low on water— you always get it, I'll go this time."
“Oh, I can go to the market on my own; don’t worry about it."
He feels more than a little dejected… It’s clear you’re avoiding him on purpose, and he can’t take it anymore!! So, he decides to confront you about it directly.
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You slept in this morning, knowing Gahtei always wakes up before dawn… Your goal, of course, was not to see him— even if dodging him like this is starting to make you feel pretty damn bad.
But, upon getting up and padding out of your little room, you’re surprised to find the yautja waiting for you.
“Ooman…” he starts, taking a few steps towards you, piercing eyes boring into you as he tilts his head down to fix you with an expression you can’t quite read. “You’ve been hiding away from me. Why? Have I done something to upset you?”
Your heart sinks; the last thing you want is for him to think he’s hurt your relationship.
“No!” You blurt, the abruptness of your answer making him flinch slightly— not startled, of course, just surprised.
You take a breath, attempting to recover from your outburst, and begin again. “No… it’s nothing like that—“
“Then what is it like?” He interjects, an irritated bite creeping into his tone before he reins it in, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff as he leans back a bit. “You’ve been acting as though my presence is poison to you… The moment I so much as come near, you run off.”
You feel the weight of your guilt increase with every word he says; it’s clear he’s been deeply hurt by your disappearing act— something you never intended.
Enough is enough; it’s time to get this off your chest… You both deserve as much.
“I’m sorry, Tei… I have been avoiding you, but it’s not your fault; it isn’t because of anything you’ve done— all you’ve done is help me. More than that, you’ve been my friend.”
His gaze softens a bit, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as you explain yourself.
“But that’s the problem…” You swallow against the growing tightness in your throat, pleading internally with yourself to continue before you lose your nerve. “…I wish you were more… I wish we were more.”
It’s nearly impossible to maintain eye contact with him as you begin pouring your heart out, you’ve never felt so vulnerable before… There’s no going back now.
“And I know it’s stupid, but that’s why I’ve been keeping to myself, because when I’m around you, all I want is to get closer… But I know you could never feel the same—“
He cuts you off, the deep timbre of his voice allayed by the sheer softness with which he speaks “…That’s what you think?”
He closes the distance between you in a few steps, lifting a large hand tentatively towards you— and when you don’t pull away, he brushes his thumb gently across your cheek.
“Why do you believe such things?”
Your breath catches in your chest; it’s hard to answer with your heart in your throat— but you manage.
“Well, just… Look at me, I’m—“
He stops you once more, gently taking your chin between his fingers and coaxing you to look up at him.
“What you are, ooman, is extraordinary… You are strong, you are resilient— you are…” He leans down to your level so that you’re face-to-face. “…Beautiful, in every possible way.”
A soft chirr resonates from his chest, and he wraps his arms around you, pressing his palms flat against the small of your back and tugging you against him, the warmth of his skin seeping into you.
He rests his forehead against yours. “And we can be… more."
Your body fits against his like you were made for each other, leaving no room for the doubt or anxiety that plagued you for so long— and you can’t hold back the smile that blooms on your face.
“You mean that?” You prompt, moving to trail your fingers over his spine.
He purrs quietly at the contact, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I do not say things I do not mean, sweet thing.”
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When the day of the bonding ceremony arrives, Gahtei is finally able to officially, unabashedly declare that you are his, and he is yours.
And, when he approaches you— offering his hand, you gladly accept, sealing your bond for all to see.
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