pearl

she/her : 19 // MDNI

[rivangel]

Hii! I read some of your writings and omg I love you!I'd have a fanfic request if possible. if you don't like or care, you don't have to do it,I saw a tiktok in which Erwin and Levi are in Erwin’s office. Erwin, sitting at his desk, he should do his job, but instead stares at Levit. Then Levi suddenly speaks, not looking up from his book."Levi: If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch a cold.Erwin: O /// O" So yes You would be the most perfect person to make it smut! Thank you!

ahhh hi :D sorry this took so long, and idk if this is what you had in mind bc it’s filthy😅i hope you like it🫶

➥ pairing: Captain!bratty sub!Levi x Commander!service dom!Erwin

➥ about: Levi has been keeping a dirty little secret since last night. Naturally, Erwin figures him out. But not even he predicted how delicious Levi’s secret would be.

➥ c/w: established relationship, multiple sappy monologues about how much erwin loves levi, abuse of authority but it’s consensual, touching over clothes, TEASING, lingerie/cross-dressing, abundant praise, toy (plug), canonverse, rimming+assplay, impact play, aftercare<3, rough desk sex

➥ wc: 4.7k

The sun has set on another day on base. Quite a while ago at that. Erwin’s office is quiet except for his quill scratching parchment at his desk, and Levi occasionally sipping his tea. He stands at the window looking out at the countryside and the main road that leads to Shiganshina proper.

It's impossible for there to be foot traffic or otherwise this late at night, but whenever Levi is indoors he's bound to be looking out a window, even a few years later; outside at all Aboveground has to offer.

Erwin envies him at times. Levi's seeming childlike wonder at the outside world is also one of many things he loves about him.

He turns a page, silently chiding himself. Levi is distracting him. And he already threatened him that he’d drag him to bed sooner or later if he didn’t come to a stop with paperwork for the night.

Erwin had been more than prepared for the weight is responsibility the title of commander came with (as far as bureaucracy goes, at least), but it's integral to be on top of things at all times. But even so, Levi argues that he'll drop dead if he works too hard, and then he wouldn't work at all. Levi cares in his own way.

He really should wrap up.

So he slows down, glances at his inkwell and is reminded of how hard Levi has worked himself. He's cleaned the place from top to bottom in the meantime like every week, and they had their writing lesson. Levi’s handwriting has improved tenfold in the last two months, but he still seemed grouchy about not being able to help out with the papers.

Really though, he’s really been grouchy all day, more than he usually is. He barely saw him after waking up this morning, but he’s seemed flustered, too. He'd bat Erwin's hand off his waist before the latter showered, yet when he snuck a kiss to Levi's cheek earlier, he yanked him up by his bolo tie to kiss him, like a gunshot.

Ever since their duties were wrapped up today, Levi has used just about any excuse to close the physical distance between them.

And after last night… Erwin lets his gaze linger on Levi’s back. Outlines, his muscles, hint through his shirt, and his trousers hug his round backside tightly. He’s still gaining weight since life Aboveground lets him eat properly, and a proper amount.

But for now he’s not going to complain, especially knowing Levi would be stubborn about buying new clothes, again.

He's going to use the opportunity to stare.

He wonders.

“Hey Blondie. If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch a cold. Are you tired yet?”

Erwin looks up. Levi is still facing the window.

“Come here, Levi.”

He sets his tea down on the saucer with a faint clink and turns, arms crossed. “Huh? Why.”

“Just come here,” he chuckles. "It’d be easier to drag me to bed."

He appears to consider this for a second or less, then comes over to him. Erwin is just as tall as Levi sitting, so he can easily open his legs for him to stand between.

He brings his palms to Levi’s soft round cheeks, smiling. Like this, his scowl just looks precious.

“Are you already getting a cold?—Your cheeks are red…” His thumb wanders, brushing against his plump bottom lip. “And you’re quite warm.”

Erwin’s eyes suggest the question is rhetorical. By the way Levi’s blush stretches to his ears now, that confirms it.

But he gives nothing away. “You think so?”

He senses a challenge.

"Let me see."

"Erwin..." he warns, but does nothing as Erwin steadies his hip. The tension in his shoulders loosens under his other hand.

Erwin digs his fingertips in just so, and skips down a little to caress his upper torso under his arm. The base of his palm can narrowly press on Levi's nipple through his short-sleeved shirt.

Levi makes a soft noise, and he meets it with a knowing hum. His nipple is firm underneath.

"You aren't cold, are you?"

"Shut up..."

Erwin smirks gently; Levi refuses to meet his eye.

It occurs to him—far from the first time—that both of his hands could close around Levi's waist; not just because of their size difference, but the slight feminine undertones that shape Levi's body.

Really, he loves it all.

Levi shifts his arm out of the way slightly, giving him more room. Erwin spots this.

“Stand at ease.”

He nibbles on his top lip, but obeys: he widens his stance, his back straight, and clasps his arms behind his back. Such a strict show of respect doesn't fit him whatsoever, but he flawlessly executes it when he orders him to.

His cock, already leaving his pants quite tight, twitches attentively. Levi looks a little humiliated. Is he perverted for this, or are they both perverted because Levi is willing?

He believes that that's what's attractive about this display... for the most part.

To debase his duty this way. Rubbing, then pressing Levi's pecs together through his shirt while he presents himself like his perfect Captain.

His nipples are pointed through his black shirt now. Unable to resist, Erwin taps them gently with his thumbs. Levi gasps sharply, his shoulders hunching. His glazed eyes are almost closed.

Pleased with his remarkable sensitivity—even more sensitive than usual...—he rubs the pricked swells, back and forth and around.

Levi, ever his perfect Captain, stays rigid as Erwin watches his thick erection strain against the front of his trousers. Levi notices him looking, and turns his head away.

He loves this about Levi—all he tells him without uttering a word. No matter what he does to him, to tease him to the brink, it's too embarrassing for him to be observed.

For now Erwin allows the mistake. With one hand still squeezing and stroking a gentle swell, he unbuckles Levi’s belt.

“Is this okay?”

“Wh-Why wouldn’t it be?” he rasps.

“You’re more shy than usual.”

He scoffs. “Yeah? Maybe I’m creeped out because you have me standing like this, you pervert.”

It’s so cute when he does this. Snapping like a dog with his cheeks glowing pink and his cock so obviously interested.

Erwin smirks to himself. “But your posture is wrong. You should be looking straight ahead.”

“Fuck you.” Levi fixes a glare at his eyes.

"Take off your shirt, too, soldier."

“Right away, sir,” he retorts back, but his attitude is now meek.

Levi is breathing heavier than when they started. He crosses his wrists at his hips and pulls off his t-shirt. Erwin relishes in the reveal of pale skin—like freshly fallen snow—contrasting against the here-and-there pale pink scar, and black trail of hair below his navel, which disappears below his trousers’ waistband. He watches his powerful muscles flex slightly with the movement. No one could come close to grasping the magnitude of the strength Levi possesses within for his short stature and slight feminine grace he was blessed with in his hips, shoulders, and waist. His biceps, abdominals and thighs are bulky, but Levi hides his body much more often than not in oversized civilian wear. He's the picture of peak physical shape. But Erwin would go so far as to describe his hands as dainty, if they weren't so tough. He could easily master the piano. His body is toughened by war, his skin is oven-warm; his body leans and seeks out Erwin’s touch wherever and whenever it nears.

Levi maintains eye contact the whole time he neatly folds it. He drops it down on his desk with a distracted hand.

That’s better.

"Good boy."

Levi's chest lifts as Erwin’s hands glide down his waist, just barely scraping his skin with his fingertips. The toned muscles under his skin twitch where they go.

“Hm,” he chuckles. "So sensitive."

He leans forward, kissing Levi’s lips gently as he grunts in what vaguely resembles annoyance.

He ducks down to close his lips on his nipple.

“Ah—…” Levi huffs harshly.

Erwin exhales slow and heavy through his nose as its firmness prods the flat of his tongue. He sucks rhythmically; at the same time sliding his hands into Levi’s back pockets, and squeezing the firm muscles hard. As he licks, he lets up on the pressure, and alternates like that.

Levi is well and truly squirming on his feet now. His chest rises and falls, against and away from his mouth. A small, breathy whine slips out under Levi’s breath.

He groans. With one hand, he keeps playing with his ass. His other tugs his leather belt off.

He pulls away to admire his work. Saliva makes Levi's blushing nipple appear to gleam, and his pinned cock is more pronounced than ever. Levi’s eyes are still on his, but they're dark and glazed-over.

“Why are you so hard already? Even faster than usual…”

He presses his palm flat on his cock.

“Hng…” Levi’s hips wobble forward in response. His brow is creased in focus.

He folds Levi’s belt, watching him with an innocent curiosity that couldn't be more corrupted as he trails the leather down Levi's bare belly. He stops at his crotch and taps, just gently taps his bulge.

Levi is tense like a live wire. Shockingly, his hips lean forward.

“You going to punish me? ...Just see why for yourself.” Levi stares at Erwin's crotch as he says this.

His brows raise.

So there's a reason why.

Mildly, he leans back in his seat and unbuttons his shirt as if he isn’t craving to tear Levi’s pants off at the seams and find out what he means. The silence is pregnant with anticipation.

When they’re parted like curtains, he slides the sleeves off. “Drop your pants.”

Levi grips his trousers’ waistband. He notices the red lines on his long fingers from wringing them too much.

When he finally drops his pants, Erwin doesn’t even notice him stepping out of them.

White, sheer panties ride low on Levi's hips and hug them. Next to nothing is left to the imagination through the intricate designs, like it matters while Levi's swollen cock distends the lace, despite its perfect fit. Down low, white is greyed and wrinkled-looking where his cock has leaked. He's been like this for a while. And that’s not all. He’s wearing sheer white stockings. They look delicate. Sheer mesh in a flowery design edges his pale, delicious thighs.

And his trousers hid this delicious sight all day. Did he train like this? As he sat in earlier's meeting among his squad, were his thighs spilling over the top of the lace then?

Erwin moans almost involuntarily. "Levi," he murmurs, voice low and heavy with a desire like a bottle fit to burst. He can't tear his eyes away. Erwin's hand slides from his thigh to stroke himself through his trousers.

The whole time, Levi's expression is unreadable, but his eyes are almost hopeful. A glowing blush has stretched to his ears and down his neck.

"Guess you like 'em, Commander," Levi breathes, parting his legs like an invitation. He continues standing like his good little soldier. Disgraceful.

Erwin almost laughs. He squeezes his cock as heat shoots straight down and pools thickly below.

"You have no idea."

He places his hands on the outsides of Levi's thighs and pulls him as close as possible standing, and ravages the skimpy outfit with his touch. For just a moment he takes the time to admire Levi's pale skin next to his much more tan hands before leaning in and dressing the pale column of Levi's neck with his lips and teeth. Levi whines, and moans sweetly as he squeezes his thick thighs hungrily, then rounds back and takes his perfect ass in his hands as if staking claim.

"Fuck, Erwin... That’s not all."

His gaze snaps up to Levi’s lidded eyes. His face is almost comically red, and he won’t look him in the eye; he stares at the bridge of his nose instead, imitating eye contact.

“Don’t you dare think you’re anything but gorgeous, especially dressed like this,” Erwin states, exactly like a command but even firmer, and brings Levi forward by his hips, slamming their lips together and instantly prodding between with an eager tongue.

Levi moans into his hot mouth, and finally, finally swings his arms around him. Erwin uses this to his advantage to raise Levi up and put him on his desk.

Levi moans like it was wrenched from him, his hips snapping forward and nails biting, scratching down his back. He’s whining louder than ever as their tongues swirl together. Levi's (relatively) cool demeanor has vanished before it could even melt.

Erwin manages to tear himself away and use his superior strength to lift his legs, guiding his feet to hook on the edge of the desk as Levi babbles a quiet chant of fuck, fuck, fuck. His cock strains and tenses, there, harder and restrained by his panties by only a thin sliver of lace.

“Erwin, hurry."

Levi gasps, forced back as he pries his ass apart and yanks the white cloth to the side.

Erwin's jaw slackens. His knees weaken as arousal rushes to his trapped cock, and it throbs to the brink of pain.

Levi's favorite plug is nestled in his ass. A rich green jewel marks its placement, to him like a prize.

"Ah, you're too good to me, Levi." Erwin takes hold of it, nudging back and forth. Levi's reaction is swift and dramatic, arching into his touch as if he's been tortured, and now finally, relief is just out of his reach.

"Sh-Shut up," he gasps, certainly shakier and weaker than he meant. Even his elbows are hardly holding him up.

"How long have you been like this?"

Erwin licks into one of the two ringed, cruel scars (courtesy of the ODM gear) on Levi's quaking thighs as he plays with the plug, and watches his face contort from pleasure. The skin of his very inner thighs is remarkably soft.

"Uh." A scratching can be heard from his nails digging into the wood. "This... this morning. I was still loose from last night, so I—sh-shit—took the opportunity."

"Good boy."

Erwin's hand closes on his heavy balls, massaging and squeezing as he lifts them out of the way for his tongue to press more against Levi's taint. His hips thrust down as a hand seizes the back of Erwin’s head and his shoulder, respectively.

"Fuck! Fuck-Fuckin' hell..."

"Mm..." Erwin kisses his sac open-mouthed, alternating between licking and suckling. Levi's thighs spasm at random, his heels dig into his shoulderblades.

As his mouth inches to his hole, Levi's breathing grows heavier and his hips raise in anticipation. "Erwin, Errwin."

He's slurring his words—he's delirious already.

He wants to think, Not yet. Bite those feather-soft thighs, tear those thin stockings apart and use featherlight strokes and kisses, but that's just it—Levi looks so delicious in his little panties and socks; he ate breakfast, and trained, and sat in a meeting with a toy in his ass and this sweet outfit.

Erwin takes hold of the lace at the crotch as he sucks, and pulls upward, inflicting tight friction on the plug inside him.

Levi coughs out a cry that sounds punched from him, thighs jolting almost shut. He's squirming so much, like he can't contain this much pleasure in his body. His panties are absolutely ruined, both by cum and Erwin's grip.

"Don't make me fucking beg," he rasps.

"Beg."

Erwin peers up at him as he orders this, and frees his cock entirely. Levi hisses through his teeth as he leans forward, and licks his gleaming cock clean while teasing his hole at the same time.

"Ah—!"

Levi never disobeys a direct order.

"Fuck you"—a knocking sound as his head falls back—"fuck... Please... I didn't... deal with that fucking thing all day to drag this out. Erwin. Fucking please."

He's satisfied with those pleas and the trembling within them.

He drags it on for longer, by kissing, suckling just his tip while fondling the plug in little circles.

"Please! Sir..."

Levi grips his hair so tight Erwin moans with the ache. He's dizzy.

Levi's begging dissolves into babbling, and he knows he's getting close, just from this teasing that should be doing nothing for him.

With that, he lets the rumpled panties go and raises his head. The lace is a ruined memory of what it once was; dragged down below his hips, greyed, laying stuck to one side. Levi's cock twitches eagerly under his gaze. His legs try to twitch together as it lingers.

"Don't start being shy again." Erwin looks up, although Levi's eyes are barely opened into slits. Slowly, he worked the plug out of him. "You're so beautiful."

"Ngh... Fuck... Shut up..."

It pops out of him, and a whitish ooze dribbles out. Erwin gasps softly.

Levi is just as loose and open as he said, but his pink rim is left puffy and swollen. With the loss of the toy, it quivers harshly around nothing. Cute.

Not having liked his answer, he remembers himself. He yanks his thighs wide part, and whips his hole with his palm, more than once.

His entire body jolts on each impact, his chest heaving and whimpers shaking. "Oh god... Fuck... Please, jus' please..."

"This seems sensitive." Erwin leans forward, finally, licking around his rim in firm, quick revolutions.

Levi cries out and shoves his ass down on his mouth, pushing his desire past the point of unbearable.

He starts eating him out with abandon. While clutching his thigh with one hand, he practically rips his zipper getting it open, unable to stop his voice; his cock strains just to finally be freed. His nostrils flare.

Next he slips the oil from the bottom drawer of his desk. It definitely pays to be prepared.

He gives Levi total control to grind and pull his hair as he pleases as he dribbles a generous amount of oil on his hand and gets his cock wet. From the first touch, he moans. His balls are already tightening; he shouldn't push it.

He wipes his hand on his trousers, then slots his fingers in with Levi's tangled in his hair. Regaining control, he pulls away and stands up, taking the bend of Levi's knee with him so he's forced to fold nearly in half.

Levi's subdued blue eyes, his wet eyes, are dark, with his cheeks a deep scarlet shade that stretches to his ears and down his pale chest. A tear has fallen, matching the drool on his chin. He's been playing with his nipples.

"Er-Erwin, please..."

"Fuck."

Like this, Levi looks defenseless, but only because he lets himself be—for Erwin and Erwin only.

Overcome, Erwin drags him towards him, making Levi gasp. He spreads his legs and raises his hips like a slut as Erwin seizes him by his hair and kisses him hard. Levi moans down his throat.

"Come here, angel."

Erwin brings him to sit up, and helps him off. Levi stumbles, while he's more than happy to support him the whole way, to completely steer Levi around and bend him over his desk.

"Are you ready?"

"W-Was ready a fuckin' hour ago..." He shoots him a painfully pleading gaze and bends his back, sticking his ass up. "Hurry the fuck up."

Erwin laughs, smirking as he presses down on his lower back, pinning him in place. With his other hand he spreads his ass open, along with the panties. It's better to keep them on.

He enjoys watching his cock disappear inside him almost as much as the feeling. It's hot. He hardly has to slow down; his soft walls part around his cock easily, but quiver tightly with a grip reluctant to let go. He's barely halfway when Levi starts whining and arching his ass back. "Stop—fuckin'... teasing..."

He chuckles, but a moan escapes anyway. "I promise I'm not. Perhaps you're just desperate."

Erwin squeezes one cheek and rocks back inside, reveling in the whimper he gets in return.

“Fucking prove it,” he growls.

How those words ignite a fire in him. Erwin pulls out until his tip is barely held in place.

Levi barks a curse and throws his arm back to grab the rear of Erwin's thigh, but he grabs Levi's wrist first, scoops up the other easily—his wrists being so small compared—and pins them firmly on Levi's lower back. With that, he grips Levi's hip and slams deep inside.

His hips smack his ass with a wet squelch. Levi cries out at the top of his throat. "Fuck, yeah!—Like that—fuck!"

Erwin groans. It's really like he was made for him. He bears down on him and shows him no mercy.

As Levi’s ass bounces along with his brutal thrusts, joining in tandem the sweet moans escaping him, Erwin can't tear his eyes away. His palm comes down, the impact yanking yet another cry from Levi's throat. His hands squeeze into fists and his insides clamp tightly before he's slurring his words, begging for more. Immediately a pink handprint blossoms to the surface of plump pale flesh.

“God—you’re so beautiful, angel.”

Praise wrenches from him a whine all on its own. When he spanks him again, he arches perfectly.

“So beautiful…”

This time he looks to Levi’s face for the reaction. An iridescent puddle paints the wood Levi's cheek is pressed against. The sideways angle has his bangs tossed to one side, giving a messy imitation of a fringe over one eye, tightly shut. Levi must’ve lost himself in the haze of sex a while ago, because he’s drooling, too. His lips are parted as he moans nonstop, just enough to see a sliver of white canines. It's no wonder—he's been torturing himself all day long. A compliment turns his expression into something almost pained.

Erwin mouths a curse and takes Levi's hip in a bruising grip. "Hold onto it."

Erwin frees his wrists, but apparently he needs to be guided, so he pauses with his hips pressed against his ass to bring them above his head. Levi slaps the edge of the desk and snags it. He makes a subtle whine of confusion.

"That's it."

Erwin uses brute strength to lift him up. He's just short enough for his feet to lose grasp on the floor, and, with a sharp gasp he kicks at first, spitting Erwin's name. His sweet muscles flutter so tightly for a moment that his pace stutters. But ultimately, Levi submits to being treated like a cock sheathe. Nothing traps him in place or holds him up except Erwin.

He takes a moment to check Levi's face for pain or protest, but he sees none, and he doesn't utter the safe word.

“That’s a good boy. My perfect boy,” he moans. Still bruising Levi’s hips with his grip, he slows to a grueling pace, but not without impaling him on his cock so hard that the desk scoots forward. The change in angle has him slam directly into Levi’s prostate.

“Fuck!” Levi shouts. “Ah! Fuck me fuck me fuck me—”

Erwin obliges with each curse from Levi’s mouth serving as a punch of encouragement. The desk creaks in protest, and that pushes him harder. It’s not a distant possibility that they'll break it at this rate, but in this state, he wouldn’t mind it. In fact it turns him hot, imagining that not only Levi’s limping tomorrow, or the blossoming bruises on their bodies are to show for how good he really fucks him.

In the process Levi once almost kicks a drawer open. Erwin's palm comes down on his ass twice as hard as the other times, chiding him, “Too loud.”

He doesn’t respond but with a hitched, slurring moan.

Curious, Erwin, clutching his hip with one hand, reaches around and feels his cock.

Levi’s whole body comes alive with a sporadic jolt. “Don’t…!" he warns. “Gonna—fucking come too fast...”

Erwin sinks his teeth hard in his bottom lip. That’s almost too much.

He ignores the warning. Levi’s cock is hot and throbbing where it’s pinned against Levi’s navel, and too slick to resist rubbing just a little. It’s painfully hot how receptive he is to just his touch.

With his hips squished up against his ass, Erwin hauls one of Levi’s legs up, letting his knee catch and get vantage on the desk. The stockings finally tear with a thick and satisfying ripping of fabric.

Levi gasps and claws at the wood as he’s more or less dumped onto it except for one leg, his foot rooted again on the floor. “Erwin—you’re fucking crazy!"

His cock throbs. He curses, no more that a sharp discharge of air really.

His fucking grows short, fast and deep as he brings his arm around, forcing Levi’s head towards him. So he can see the lust overflowing from his blue-silver eyes. "Is that surprising for you?"

Levi almost laughs. Erwin thrusts his tongue inside his mouth before he can.

Erwin grips his plump thigh, digging his nails in properly until he whines from the exquisite pain.

Erwin sips at much-needed air through his nose—but Levi is barely cognizant enough to kiss him with tongue anymore—as his cock plunges into his messy hole, the squelching slaps obnoxious. Somehow, they’re so connected that he senses Levi's approaching climax with as much clarity as his own.

He's becoming stiff, and crying out soundlessly. "Ervy, Er—Ervy Ervy—"

As Erwin's mouth dips down to his neck, and his teeth sink in, Levi kicks once more. Sweat coating his neck smears on Erwin's face.

"Are you gonna come on my cock, baby?" he murmurs sweetly in his ear.

"Hng—p-please—" High-pitched, tight. Levi claws at the desk with a violent scratching.

"Mhm?"

"Yeah—"

"S'my slut gonna come?"

"Yeah!"

Erwin slaps his palm down hard on Levi's ass then wraps his straining cock in his fist and pumps rapidly.

It's almost redundant because he's already froze. Erwin listens closely, shuddering, and when the gasping cry in his voice reaches a scream, he sinks his teeth into Levi's shoulder.

Erwin is forced almost to a stop as his walls squeeze him, practically milking his climax, taking him over, dragging him over the edge with him.

It's intense, Levi kicking and convulsing, practically, his palm slamming the desk edge as Levi's cum shoots across his knuckles and squirts onto the floor. This is Erwin's favorite—making Levi lose all control over himself, making him show how damn good he feels, making him come hard.

Erwin explodes inside him. His cock pulses eagerly and pumps deep inside in his waiting hole. He fucks it into him as deep as he can, the wooden creaking a cacophony of sound. The final times he slams inside, groaning, he savors Levi's small, sated cries.

Levi just about collapses when they reach an end. Erwin keeps him relatively upright with his arm draped across his chest. Even so, Levi's thighs are quaking, and their shared panting is harsh.

Sloppy, bordering on drunken, Erwin lets him down, and slips out of him carefully between the mess dribbling from his hole. Levi sighs shakily, his breath passing over his lips.

They open their eyes at the same time. Erwin presses his lips to Levi's, kissing lazily.

Erwin inches away. “Are you okay? That seemed intense.”

Levi nods, looking relaxed and sleepy now that he’s caught his breath. He cranes his neck a little, seeking refuge. Erwin helps him to turn around, where they embrace there.

“You're so incredible... You were so good for me, angel. You always are.”

Levi presses impossibly closer. He's dropping already. He gives him every praise that runs by his mind, without any restraint, because whether they make love gently or fuck like animals (like they just did), Levi can always suffer a nasty drop in mood which lasts hours. He's particularly sensitive in that regard, probably the most. He knows that Levi despises it, so he's never pointed it out. So taking care of Levi directly after is his top priority even more so than if he wasn't susceptible to it.

Levi hums lazily, soaking in all the affection.

Their size difference is too steep for Erwin to kiss him. He strokes Levi’s damp, but otherwise fluffy hair, fixing his bangs.

"Let's run a bath."

“Mm,” Levi agrees.

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[levackermanienthusiast]

This is top tire smut 🙂‍↕️ rivangel. This is the best 💕

[mrsblaileen]

erwin touching himself, and he groans out loud when he feels the scar levi gave him on his palm while he fucks his fist.

[garbagechuteeee]

hes so miserable LOL

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[brunosbambina]

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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It’s been years since Leon drank whiskey or bourbon to soothe his sorrows, thanks to you, his wife. But after returning to Racoon City, Leon has had a difficult time going back to normalcy. One night, at dinner, he proposes the two of you drink and have some fun at home if only to get his mind off things. You accept his invitation, knowing his relationship with alcohol isn’t what it used to be, but what you don’t know is the night is about to get filthy.

❥Labels & Warnings: 18+

Explicit sexual content, Smut, Female reader, Resident Evil 9 Leon, Post Resident Evil 9, Husband Leon S. Kennedy, Wife Reader, Established relationship, Long term relationship, Dominant Leon S. Kennedy, Loving Leon S. Kennedy, Reader-insert, Vaginal sex, Rough sex, Drunk sex, Doggy style, Missionary, Cunnilingus, Female oral sex, Squirting (once), Multiple orgasms, Dirty talk, Drunk dirty talk, Use of daddy (twice), Pet names, Use of princess, Creampie, Age gap not implied but it's up to you.

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After returning home from the horrors of his past in Racoon City and nearly dying from Elpis, Leon was a wreck. To say he had it rough after it was all said and done would be a gross understatement. Despite it all, when he did come home to you, his wife, he had a smile on his face. Though, you could see the tinge of hurt in his eyes, the hurt that comes and goes with time, the hurt that breaks your heart. 

It takes him a while to decompress from an arduous assignment, but this one was different. 

Memories of the past came rushing back while he was in Racoon City, though, those memories crippled him when he came home. He was finally in his safe place, his haven at home with you, and he could finally deal with the emotional turmoil he’s sure Grace and Emily went through as well. 

Thankfully, he's been getting better, just at a pace he doesn’t like. Leon wants to break from the familiar mental fog and enjoy his life, right away. He wants to be present with you, at all times.

So when the topic of having a drink came up at tonight’s dinner, Leon took it as a sign to let loose. It’s been months since he had a sip of beer, let alone even looked at the liquor that’s probably drying up in a cabinet somewhere in the kitchen. He only reserves liquor for special occasions like holidays and birthdays, and the odd beer for get-togethers. The two of you have an agreement, you would keep him in line if need be (Leon never needed to be kept in line, not for over a decade now) but you wouldn’t suffocate him. He had a complicated relationship with alcohol in the past, but he was never an alcoholic. You didn’t want to breathe down his neck and nag him if he ever wanted to have a buzz. Still, Leon chooses not to drown his sorrows in whiskey or bourbon like he used to when the two of you first got together. He can deal with his emotions and trauma through healthy means with you by his side, teaching him that it’s okay to go through the feelings and not push them away.

“Don’t mind having that drink now,” he said.

Your ears perked up and your fork paused its twirl in the pasta he made.

“You sure?” 

“Yeah. Wanna have some fun with my wife.”

You trusted him, and he trusted himself, so why not indulge yourselves in a little alcohol to take the edge off?

The plan was to enjoy some bourbon on the couch with a movie going, but that didn’t pan out. Not when you’re both currently a couple of glasses in, not when he’s out of his mind drunk and so are you.

Particles of clothing speckle the living room floor that lead to the bedroom where the two of you are in the throes of feral pleasure. While on all fours, you're pleasantly drunk with a death-grip anchored to your hips that belong to your husband. He’s in his so-called “sweet spot”, the one where he’s not completely wasted, but definitely not sober. When he’s in this state, he’s completely insatiable. He’s a clingy, loving, greedy, filthy, and unhinged Leon. He isn’t just drunk off the bourbon; he’s drunk off your scent, drunk off the contortions of your face, drunk off your body’s curves, drunk off the heat of your pussy. The sex is so animalistic that it makes you forget trying to look pretty for him, makes you forget how to act, makes you forget anything that isn’t Leon and his thick cock. 

“Been a while since I fucked this pussy with bourbon in my system,” he grunts, shoving your ass back onto him as he strokes his way into you.

He’s right, it’s been a long time since the two of you had drunken sex. In the past, it was a little more common that the two of you would drink and end up on the kitchen table or against a wall. It’s always a wild time when you’re drunk with him as the alcohol in your system heightens your senses. 

Leon’s hair is messy yet somewhat intact; you’d think he’s some video game character given how perfect he always looks. Grunting with each drive of his slamming hips, he’s like an animal crazed and obsessed with its prey, messy and eager to devour. You’re entirely at his mercy, and you’re thankful he chose the bed this time, because your knees would crumble if he were fucking you like this on the floor. The rough handling on your body makes you drip on his driving cock, his balls slapping your clit as you teeter on the edge of release. The sheets beneath your knees slip as he manhandles your hips to his liking, pulling and pushing your body like a starved fiend.

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs under his breath, lifting a hand and striking your ass on the meatiest part, making you squeal. “Sound so pretty, so fuckin’ depraved.”

Pale blues follow the line of your back up to your pretty little head. Torso curving over your back, he maintains his right hand on your hip and reaches around to your mouth with his left. His ring and middle finger trace your lips with reverence; how he missed them when he was in Racoon City. You moan with the immediate parting of your lips in search of his fingers. His fingers push in, caressing your tongue. Deeper and deeper his fingers fill your mouth up, the silver of his wedding band smoothing over your tastebuds. Groaning, he slows his thrusts as he gets lost in the feel of your inviting mouth.

“Slobberin’ on my fingers like you’re suckin’ my cock,” he breathes before pressing your tongue down and making you gag on his fingers. 

Taking his fingers in deep, your eyes roll back as the fat end of his cock keeps teasing the sweet spot he knows so well. In your daze, you wish it was possible to have him in your mouth at the same time. The silly thought disappears when the rough pads of his fingers glide across the breadth of your tongue, mimicking the drag of his cock. The slow stretch of your walls is enough to make you cum, but the alcohol in your bloodstream hangs onto the feeling and stays there.

With a grunt, Leon takes his fingers out from your mouth and returns both hands to your hips. Sucking in air through his teeth, he leers at the curvature of your body. His blown-out blues trace the curve of your back, following down to your arching lower back and ass. Leon shifts his hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls of fat. His jaw hangs open and his bangs shake against his cheekbones as his gaze drops to your expanded opening. Leon’s cock twitches inside you and he pushes on the fat of your ass upward, spreading you open. The elastic ring of skin around your entrance tightly grips him, his thick shaft glistening under the low light of the bedroom as your pussy paints him with glossy fluid. Fists full of flesh, he groans with every insertion; he would watch this filth forever if he could. 

Mesmerized by you, Leon reluctantly withdraws from your pussy only to see your empty hole pathetically clench on nothing. A deep grunt rumbles in his chest, his lips closed, and his jaw tight as he lays his heavy cock over your folds. His size encompasses your pussy, covering the entirety of it from his view. Leon’s hips pull back enough to let the tip of his cock graze your entrance before it brushes past, teasing you. Biting his lips between his teeth, he starts grinding the back of his cock against your pussy, and you whine, pushing back with your folds splitting around him. 

“Desperate little pussy,” he mumbles to himself, spanking you harshly. 

A hopeless gasp shoots out of your mouth, the burn on your ass blooming into pleasant warmth.

“Put it back in, sweetheart,” he rasps from behind, making you feel every inch of him against your slit. 

Dropping his arms to his sides, he allows you to take control. You feel his cock jerk forward, waiting quite impatiently for you.

You reach behind you with a whimper, but Leon smacks his tongue. “You know better than to use your hands.”

Huffing, you rest on your forearms and elbows, fastening the sheets in your hands. Biting your bottom lip, you shift forward to let his cock hang parallel to your pussy before moving back to catch his tip. The fat end of him slips on your slick, missing your entrance entirely with his balls smacking into your clit. You try again, but quickly fail as the alcohol in your bloodstream renders you uncoordinated. 

“Mmh, Leon,” you mumble, looking back at him. 

You wave your ass in ways that make him wanna just ravage you and get on with it, but he’s enjoying your struggle. 

“Aw, baby. Is your pussy too wet?” Leon mocks, the question all too encompassing for your brain to comprehend right now. 

You offer him a needy whine, eyebrows knitting together in frustration. 

“C’mon, baby, you can do it,” he encourages you, cocking his head to the side and looking right into your glossy eyes. 

Fuck, you look beautifully trashed, he thinks. 

The alcohol is doing a number on your tousled hair and fucked-out expression. You’re completely disregarding how you look to him, but to Leon, this is when you’re at your most divine state; he loves when you let go completely. 

“Look at me, baby,” Leon demands, voice gruff and low enough to vibrate through your pussy.

With your eyelids low enough to cover half of your irises, you gaze at him with smoldering eyes. Your lips part, and you focus on Leon’s handsome face. The age his skin wears is exquisite, the wrinkles telling the story of his life in an intricate design that decorates the slight bronze of his rugged skin. This herculean man, your husband, has you on all fours, both of you drunk and out of your minds. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, keep those pretty eyes on me.” 

Maintaining eye contact, you move forward, feeling his tip prod your entrance, and in one confident push you finally ease yourself on his cock. Your jaw hangs open with a loud, erotic moan, Leon’s groan a backdrop to the vile tone of your cry. Even after many years of being husband and wife, it still surprises you how big he is. Your ass meets his veined abdomen before you pull back and commence a hungry pace. Each new entry brings you a high that you never get tired of, your tongue dripping with lust in pleasant whines. The wet glide of his wide shaft fuels the scorching flames within you to keep going, regardless of how breathless you are. You just want to keep seeing Leon’s handsome face as you fuck yourself on him. 

“Mmm, Leon,” you purr, eyes dead set on him. “You’re so big.”

Leon scowls down at you, his hands making tight fists at his sides. “Yeah?”

Eagerly nodding, you begin bouncing on him. “So fucking big,” you moan, eyebrows knitting as his relentless girth splits you in half. 

You’re mouthy when you’re drunk, and it only gets Leon’s blood pumping since he’s usually the one with the dirty mouth, alcohol or not, though it does exacerbate his tendency to dirty talk. 

“Too big for you, huh?” He provokes, eyes snapping to the up and down shake of your ass.

Your hips stutter from his words, but you quickly pick up the pace as confidence shoots up your spine. Like a woman possessed, you fuck him how he fucks you when he’s drunk. You sink to the base of his cock with each arduous thrust, sloppy wet squelches emitting from the connection of your bodies. The fat of your ass ripples from the harsh recoil of meeting his pelvis, the view consuming Leon’s attention. 

“Bounce your ass just like that, princess,” he grunts, words breaking from the thump of your ass hitting him. 

Working him in circles, you move like you’re in heat, your chest warm from the alcohol and his praises. The curve of your ass hypnotizes him with its erotic movements, twirling and undulating. 

“Ah, shit,” he huffs under his breath, nearly at the brink of cumming while watching you go at it. 

With a flutter of his lashes, Leon glances back at your face, your glossy eyes ever focused on him. Seeing you just absolutely absorbed in watching him watch you maddens him. Quickly licking the drool that threatens to drip from his bottom lip, he grabs your ass as he’s been itching to do so. Leon stills your hips with a manhandling grasp before pulling out completely and penetrating you again. His thick head burrows through your pulsing walls, making way for even thicker flesh. Your eyes roll back behind your closing eyes, your head dropping as he fucks you with swift claps resounding throughout the bedroom. 

“Hey, eyes on me,” he orders softly, noticing you’re starting to lose it.

Whining, you lift your head and peek at him from behind your shoulder once more, watching his bangs sway with his rough plunges. 

“Wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum.”

Leon’s fingers leave indents on your ass, digging into you deliciously. With every thrust, he’s in deep, bullying your cervix in ways that have your toes curling and back bowing. He’s thorough with you, savagely slipping through the tightness of your pussy with such speed and force he’s already rousing a hard orgasm out of you.

“Leon, wait,” you mutter, feeling an immense amount of pressure in your core. 

Leon ignores you knowing you don’t really mean wait even though he’s drunk; the two of you established multiple safe words earlier just in case it’s hard to remember in your stupor.

“Wait for what, baby? How can I wait when your pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect,” he grunts with a sharpness in his husky voice. 

“Ha, fuck,” you say through short pants, unable to breathe properly as his thrusts take your breath away. “Stooo—” Your voice lilts out into a high-pitched whine, drawing out your word as your pussy constricts his driving cock. 

You don’t want him to stop, but it’s hard to control what’s coming out of your mouth when your body is tensing up to such a degree of pleasure that it’s shocking you. You fall onto your chest as your body seizes, crying into the sheets as you cling to them.

“Baby,” Leon hurriedly calls out, feeling how much you’re convulsing on his cock. 

Liquid trickles out of you in between the jerks of your hips, leaking down the length of his cock and balls. Your lower body twitches with the powerful waves of pleasure washing over you like a stormy ocean, drowning you in bliss. Sharp eyes catch the fluid dripping out of you, Leon’s cock flexing inside your rippling walls at the obscene sight. 

“Fuuck, squirted all over my cock, huh?”

Rolling his hips to a halt, he unsheathes himself and shuffles off the bed, his balance wobbly the second his feet hit the floor. By your hips, Leon drags you to the edge of the bed with your shins half off the mattress. He ducks down, face to face with a delectable view of your ass and pussy. Whistling at the masterpiece your body created, he plants his hands on your ass and sprawls you out like a book. Leon’s scowl worsens, the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepening as he takes in the wetness of your folds.

“Made a fuckin’ mess all over yourself, baby,” he booms through the air, mouth salivating at the droplets that cascade down your inner thighs.

The mere sight of your pussy in front of him bewitches him; Leon could eat you out all night long if it were up to him. You feel his bangs graze your ass before his hot tongue licks a fat stripe up your inner thigh, his taste buds collecting the essence that escaped you. His tongue doesn’t let up, instead, he drags it all the way up to your groin before meeting your pussy. Dripping down your folds, his tongue cleanses the viscous fluid from your folds while getting you all messy again. Squealing out his name from overstimulation, you involuntarily swirl your hips against his face. While his stubble scratches your ass, he groans at the feeling of your pussy squishing against his mouth, chin, and nose. Him eating you out from behind gives your entrance extra love, with the tip of his tongue catching your clit at the start of each new lick. 

“Mmph,” he grunts against your pussy, slurping your juices like a mad man.

The tip of his tongue swipes across your bud from side to side, the top of his lip squishing against your entrance. With an iron grip on your hips and ass, his silver wedding band digs into your skin, creating a beloved mark of your nuptials. 

“Please,” you hiccup, trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. 

You’re still sensitive from your orgasm, and another is quickly building in your belly. The sheets below you soak up your tears, catching your moans as you crumple the fabric in tight fists. Humming, his cock twitches in midair as he begins to feel you pulsating on his tongue. 

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he mumbles into your pussy, wet lips slipping across your folds.

Leon backs away with a filthy string of slick following his bottom lip. 

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he groans while thumbing open the sides of your pussy, pulling apart your outer and inner labia. 

Leon buries his face into your pussy, sloppily making out with the flesh of your entrance. His hot breath seeps into you as his cruel tongue and lips knead your pussy. His cruel tongue dips lower, relentlessly flicking your poor clit. The pleasure at your clit fractures through your limbs, shooting intense bolts of electricity through your nerves. His heavy shaft bobs in the air as a new bead of precum oozes from the tip, drooling on the floor before the translucent thread breaks. He shudders against your glossy folds, feeding off your pleasure as if he were the one receiving.  Leon urgently pushes your pussy into his mouth, doubling his efforts. Only able to utter pleas of delight, you mindlessly bring your fist up to your lips, biting and drooling on the sheets. 

“Gonna cum, baby?” Leon asks you with a voice so deep it goes right to your pussy. 

You respond with a high pitched whine, your ass lifting further up and making his nose go deeper into your folds.

“Well, aren’t you greedy, cummin’ on my cock and now my tongue,” Leon teases you before latching his lips onto your clit and sucking.

Your neglected hole flexes as the beginnings of a built up orgasm licks the very edges of your reality. His lips are persistent, sucking your clit and letting go to flick at it before sucking again, this time harder, and you choke on your breath with your body freezing. Pure ecstasy smashes into you like a ton of bricks, rendering you mute before you cry out with a wanton moan. Leon all but moans against your pussy as he feels you cumming on his tongue, his insatiable mouth drinking in the honey that graciously spills out. He drags his tongue up to your entrance and closes his lips around your labia, gently sucking before letting go. Standing straight, he affectionately caresses the meat of your ass. 

“Pussy tastes so good,” he praises wholeheartedly, a goofy smile spreading across his lustrous lips.

You huff out harsh breaths, collapsing on your side with your legs bent as you peer up at him through heavy eyelids. Leon reaches out for a short glass of bourbon on the bedside table, the muscles wrapping around his torso and arms flexing as he does so. With his middle and thumb holding the glass, his heavy lidded stare burns you through the gap between his fingers and the rim of the glass while he takes a swig. 

“Better than that bourbon?” You joke, voice breathless as you try to catch it.

“Tch,” Leon gives you a breathy laugh, offering you the rest of the bitter liquid. “There’s no comparison, sweetheart,” he says and gives you a confident smile that is far too sexy for your sensitive state.

You down the rest of the bourbon, the burn in your throat waking you up from the afterglow of your orgasm. Leon bends at the hip and handles your jaw with his thumb and the rest of his fingers behind your neck, capturing your lips. Bourbon dances on your hungry tongues, mixing with saliva that threatens to spill from the corners of your lips as a rush of warmth encapsulates you both. The new alcohol content hitting your bloodstream impedes both of your movements in the most careless of ways.

Leon’s expert hands maneuver you onto your back, taking your ankles and pulling you down the sea of sheets until your ass is at the edge of the bed. The muscles encasing his body are formidable; he could easily hurt you if he wasn’t so careful. Gulping down the dryness in your throat, your stare leads down to his hanging cock, the poor thing flushed in color and dripping with precum. He puts his weight onto his fists beside your waist, looming over you with his height. Scorching blues scan over your body like they’re surveying the expanse of your skin, indecent thoughts running through his pretty head. Meeting your eyes, he looks gorgeously crazed as he gazes down at you, bangs curtaining around his face. Those lips of his are swollen and wet with your slick that’s smeared across his chin and the tip of his nose. He’s almost glaring down at you, and you know you’re about to be ruined. 

Grabbing a pillow with one hand, he lifts your hips with his other and tucks the pillow beneath your hips. Your lower half is raised with your calves to the back of your thighs, your pussy unfurled for his dimmed blues. Running his hands down your shins, he rubs your ankles, eyes fluttering from your eyes to your pussy. He’s silent, caressing your shins as he appreciates the color and shape of your pussy with a tilt of his head. Switching his grasp to your inner thighs, his hands settle on your groin, thumbs sliding down the sides of your outer labia. He greedily opens you up again, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks back up at you. Holding the thick base of his cock, he rubs the underside of it against your clit, running it down to your entrance. You give him a single gasp when the head of him enters you with the rest of the shaft filling you to the brim. Leon sighs, shifting his hips back before pushing forward and initiating a devastatingly deep tempo. 

No words can describe the feeling of the wet glide of his thick cock sliding into you, no words can describe the rush of a high blistering through your chest. While thrusting into you, his torso curls over you. Leon frames your head like a halo with an arm, resting on it while his other frames your outer thigh, his large hand splaying on your ass. Hissing through his teeth, he quickens the pace, feeling the remnant aftershocks of your orgasm in your walls. He was nearly on the verge of ejaculating from eating you out earlier, but now it’s even harder to stave off an early climax. His bangs cover his face as he lowers his head, nuzzling into your neck. His stubble etches your skin, soft lips soothing the sharp sting with saccharine kisses and sneaky licks. Angling his hips differently, he smashes right into your sweet spot. Gasping before crying out a lustful moan, you clamp down on him.

“You like that, baby?” He whispers, breath puffing against the crest of your ear. “Like that daddy’s cock is fucking you nice and deep?”

It’s not often Leon uses such a word as it’s only reserved for when he gets really nasty. He’s a respectful gentleman, the type to keep you on the inner side of the sidewalk, the type to treat you like a princess, the type to kiss your forehead while pounding you into the bed. The man has his perversions and kinks, and he never knew daddy could be one of them until one night when you blurted it out. Leon teased you about it for days until he used it on you. It’s perverse in the most vile way, but somehow, when it’s the two of you alone doing the most depraved things, it’s the cherry on top to a very filthy session. Only you could make him feel safe enough to share his darkest desires.

“Love it,” you choke out, running a hand through his hair and gripping it at the root and pressing your lips to his hot ear. “Love when you fuck me like this, daddy.” 

Leon’s hips stutter as he groans from your handling of his hair, his nails digging into your ass as he wildly fucks you into the bed. The rug under his feet keeps sliding away with his rapid movements, and he violently kicks it away to gain leverage on the hard wood. 

“Fuuck, so filthy for me,” he grunts, kissing your ear.

“Know you like it,” your words slur into one quick blurb, wanting to match the same energy as Leon but the way his cock is beating your sweet spot makes it difficult to sound coherent.

“Love it,” Leon copies you, a smug grin evident in the lilt of his voice.

He licks at your neck before latching onto your skin with a generous suck, loud and vivid in your ear. Leon focuses on all the noises you make, little whimpers and loud moans that give him all that he needs to keep fucking you.

“Fuckin’ drunk off daddy’s dick aren’t you?” His vulgar words spit out like fire against the trunk of your neck. 

Licking up to your jaw, he lines the frame of it before backing away to look at your pretty face. 

“Yes,” you desperately mewl, letting go of his hair in favor of his back, lined with perfect muscles that tense under your fingertips. 

You won’t last long if he’s going to keep saying stuff like that, but you love it when Leon frees himself of his morals for pleasure. With your hand still gripping his hair, you glance down at his rocking body from the top view of your thighs. His hard abs crash into the back of your thighs, his firm pecs between your knees. Wrapping his hands around your ankles, he spreads your legs out more and his ever searching eyes hone in on the connection between your bodies. Sliding in and out, his girth spears you open in the lewdest of ways. With your swollen clit crowning the top of his lengthy cock, your labia stretches around him, massaging him as he penetrates you deeply. Then, he looks at you, and your walls tighten upon seeing his handsome face leering down at you like he’s furiously aroused, scowl etched in his sharp features. With his bangs swaying across his cheeks, he chuckles, making your walls even tighter.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute when you do that,” he simpers.

“Do what?” 

“Gettin’ all flustered when I look at you. Jus’ like you did when I first met you, ‘cept this time you’re wrapped ‘round my cock.”

He leans over you, smoothing his hands up your stomach and bouncing breasts, stopping to give them a rapacious squeeze. Roughened thumbs trace the pebbling skin of your nipples, teasing the peaks before his hands continue their slithering ascent. Molding to your shoulders, his skilled hands massage the muscles there. Your jaw is hanging open, hair frazzled and spinning patterns upon your cheeks. Breasts bouncing with every deep plunge of his cock, your arching body is a feast for his famished eyes.

Leon pauses inside you and shifts his weight on the bed, kneeling while snaking his arms under your back and shifting you further up the bed so he can fully mount you. His incandescent body coils around you like a heated blanket, and you hold his warmth against you with your arms around his ribs and hands pawing at the deep line in the middle of his back. He imprisons you, surrounding you with only his gorgeous face and broad shoulders that expand to the peripherals of your blurry vision.

“You’re so beautiful, my perfect wife.”

Leon rests his forehead on yours, nose scrunching like it does when he’s in pain. 

“Fuckin’ love you,” he declares, voice raw and rugged as if he’d been screaming.

“Love y— mmm.”

He cuts your response short as he starts drilling into you. You’re not sure when a new thrust starts or ends as your walls are always full of him. With the new angle his body is at, he’s somehow able to reach the deeper depths of your body, stroking an eye-watering spot that has you utterly stunned.

“Leon, oh my god,” you pathetically whine, unable to speak properly now that he’s stealing the air from your lungs. 

“Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

Your heart soars with adoration and amusement; Leon never fails to get even more sappy and rambly when he’s drunk. 

“Can’t believe I get to fuck you like this, baby,” he breathes across your lips, kissing you hard, lips, tongue, and teeth crashing into you.

“Been dreamin’ ‘bout this the moment I set eyes on you.”

Leon’s fragrant words melt upon your lips, mixing the sentiment of his declaration like a love potion.

“Still dream ‘bout you, your perfect face, perfect body,” he utters almost obsessively, facial hair burning your face as it grazes you perfectly.

Your breathing stutters in his mouth and he groans wholeheartedly, lips and tongue paused but attached to your own lips as he pants in your mouth. His fingers under your back spread further, holding your ribs as he fucks you like a beast in heat. Your walls are constantly throbbing around the veins and silky skin of his hard cock, and your eyes are lost in the blues that are beguiling boring holes into you.

“Mm, baby,” he breathes, bourbon potent on his tongue. “So fuckin’ close.”

You whine, brows winding upward in a pitiful yet beautiful expression. 

“Love it when you shake like this,” he says, holding you flush to his jerking body. “Love it when you cum on my cock, when your pussy chokes me.”

Your nails dig into the muscles of his back, grating down his skin as your eyes roll back. A loud groan escapes Leon’s gaped mouth, transferring its passionate sentiment into the gap of your lips. He kisses your parted lips, open-mouthed and urgent as you cling and quiver on his cock. Other worldly pleasure courses through you with illuminating colors, splitting you into a million pieces with sparks behind your lids. 

“Fuck, yes, baby,” he growls, nose scrunching as he snarls feeling your pussy milk him.

Tears run down your temples as you moan in his mouth, exchanging voices as Leon, too, climaxes with you. The head of his cock swells, engorged with a rush of blood. His thrusts clap violently before they halt as he grinds into you, pulling out only to slam back into you for another greedy thrust while he ejaculates into you. Copious amounts of his seed slathers your walls and womb, complementing the nectar your body produced. Your walls cling to his jerking cock as it flexes violently inside you. Goosebumps riddle his heated body, speckling his warm skin as your hearts race with ecstacy. 

Eventually, your fingers ease their pressure on his back, and his grip on you lessens its harshness. Pulling his hands from beneath your back, Leon kisses you tenderly, groaning as the aftershock of his climax makes his cock twitch every so often. The remnants of your respective highs die down, leaving both of you basking in the pink afterglow of heightened pleasure. 

“I can’t,” you simply state, barely audible.

Leon swallows the dryness in his throat before speaking. 

“Can’t what?” His question is breathless.

“Can’t… move...”

Laughing at the dramatic tone of your weak voice, he lifts your limp hand and kisses the palm of it. 

“There’s no need to, princess. Stay right where you are.”

That’s the last thing you hear, the timbre of his warm voice before you pass out.

The steady breaths against his chest are what Leon hears the moment he starts waking from a deep slumber, and then the incessant throbbing in his head. He grunts in pain, squeezing your body closer for comfort and nuzzling his face into the back of your head, hoping the scent of your hair would make him forget the pain. Leon can tell it’s late morning, and he’s at least thankful to have bought curtains that block out most of the sun’s harsh rays. He sighs, knowing nothing will help him besides getting out of bed and taking medicine. It pains him to leave your side, but he just knows you’re going to wake up in the same state as he. Reluctantly, he sits up, the sheets pooling low around his defined Adonis belt. He sighs, putting his head into his hands before finally getting up.

After opening one curtain to let in enough light to see and brushing his teeth, he puts on a pair of boxers and sweatpants before rushing downstairs to take medicine. He downs an entire glass of water before going to the coffee maker and roasting the strongest coffee, mentally taking note of what to make for breakfast.

Leon makes his way back to the bedroom,pushing the door open with his foot as his hands are preoccupied with a giant tray of food, juice, and coffee. You’re still knocked out, and he chuckles at the unconventional way you’re wrapped up in the sheets.

He sets the tray at the end of the bed before sitting next to your sleeping form. Carefully getting the hair out of your face, he pets your head. 

“Sweetheart,” he calls out.

Nothing, not even a single movement from you.

“Baby, it’s time to wake up,” he says in a firmer tone.

That works, and you stir in your sleep, moaning immediately realizing how much pain you’re in. Leon helps you sit up, a large hand supporting your back. The sheet on you runs down your bare form, and he covers up your breasts for your own comfort, putting the sheet around your shoulders. 

“What…”

Leon snorts at you, watching you try to open your eyes. 

“Oh, god,” you lament, closing your eyes tight as the pounding in your head intensifies with the upright position that you’re in. 

You can’t move, you can only focus on how your head feels like it’s swelling up with each beating throb.

“Yeah. Got you some pain killers for that,” he says, stretching an arm toward the tray and pulling it close to you. 

Squinting your eyes open, you notice how delicious he looks (and the food), but pain is making it hard to really focus on his scrunched abs and sweatpants that are low enough to show a good amount of his pubic hair. 

“Thanks.”

Leon opens the bottle of pills for you, taking the appropriate amount out and handing you them with a glass of water on the bedside table. Watching you down the pills and water like your life depends on it, he chuckles lightly. He remembers when hangovers weren’t so bad when he was younger, but now they’re borderline unbearable. 

“Did I… Did I pass out last night?” You ask with confusion, mouth full of buttered toast with your cheeks puffing out. 

“Yeah,” he responds, plucking a fresh strawberry by its leaf from the tray. “I almost did, too. But I couldn’t let us go to bed like that.”

You laugh, leaning against his shoulder. “Thank you for always taking care of me.” 

Leon playfully scoffs. “What are husbands for?”

His lips spread into a warm smile and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you in close as he hears you chew. 

“I should be the one thanking you, baby. Without you, my grip on alcohol wouldn’t be as good as it is today.” 

“The credit goes all to you, Leon.”

Laughing, Leon squeezing the bare skin of your waist. You’re right, he can’t deny taking credit even though you helped him throughout the years.

Leon hums in thought, lying on his back with his hands behind his head. Your eyes are automatic in their pursuit for your man, seeing the muscles of his torso and arms stretch.

“I definitely needed that.”

“Especially after… what happened,” you carefully respond, nearly walking on eggshells so you don’t remind him of the nightmares he’s had involving Elpis, Grace, and Gideon.

“Mmm,” he grunts, staring up at you with the sweetest expression. “You don’t have to walk on eggshells, you know.”

Leon reaches for your arm, coaxing you to lie on his chest with a gentle pull. You happily accept the offer, melting in the welcoming warmth of his toned pecs. You sigh in happiness, nuzzling your cheek into his skin. 

It seems as though he’s okay with you mentioning it more lightly now. Before, he wouldn’t particularly enjoy the mere mention of it all. Now that he’s older, he’s able to cope with difficult trauma in healthier ways. 

“You’re amazing, Leon.”

The compliment catches him off-guard, and he wonders what that little head of yours was thinking about.

“I’m amazing?” He repeats, voice amused.

Lifting your head up, you look down at him.

“Mhm, incredibly amazing.”

Your smile is infectious to him, his lips growing ten miles wide.

“The very best,” you reiterate, the energy of your respective smiles feeding off one another.

Leon hums to himself, gazing up at you like you’re a divine being bestowing your gracious eyes upon him, someone who’s seen horror not many can deal with.

Gentle strokes of his hands tickle your forearms before suddenly, your back is to the bed and Leon is above you. His lips are sharp with a smug smirk, and his eyes are filled with mirth and fire. Diving into the scent of your neck, he drowns in your sweetness, his lips kissing the underside of your jaw.

“I’ll show you how amazing I can be,” he mumbles, voice lower in register as it nearly purrs.

Late morning soon turns into early afternoon when your bodies are intertwined in a mess of sheets, stomachs empty all over again.

[requiem01r]

Leon

[luvingtsumu]

⟣ ⸺ how they like to fuck ! ( ft. jean, reiner & porco ) 𝜗𝜚

JEAN KIRSTEIN

he is an eater, definitely. he will take his sweet time munching you, savoring the feeling of your arousal.

he doesn’t care if he gets messy, he likes it that way. your wetness going down his chin? yeah, leave it that way.

he can definitely cum just by eating you out but he would prefer not to.

he likes leaving bites and hickeys all over your thighs where no one can see, he enjoys having that just for him.

he also knows how long he is, so he makes sure to open you well for him, scissoring his fingers deep into your cunt, making sure to make space for himself, but it’s still never enough.

“you’re still so tight, love. you sure you can take all of me? hm?”

you nod aggressively, duh.

he loves calling you sweet names, doesn’t matter if he’s saying sweet praise or the filthiest words to your ear.

depends on the mood he’s in, you get a soft dom, or the dirtiest dom ever.

“look at you, you’re so beautiful sweetheart, you like it there? yeah? mhm.” or “such a dirty slut, you like grinding on my cock like that? yeah? i’m sure you do, you’re dripping. god, you’re making a mess, like a pretty bitch in heat.”

he grips your flesh so tightly you feel like it could totally leave a bruise, though it doesn’t most of the time. he just loves feeling you up.

for some reason, kissing you turns him on a lot. tongue intertwined with yours, teeth clashing against each other, moans and filthy groans escaping both of you. he loves it. especially when you get all desperate for him when he kisses you like that.

of course, he likes getting head from you, but would prefer doing other stuff over it.

but when you do give him head, he looses it. he’s thrusting up into your mouth making you gag. he’s quick to apologize though, he didn’t mean it, he just got a little too excited :(

he runs his cock between your folds, gathering all your slickness and groaning at the way you twitch when his head kisses your clit.

he’s actually jealous and possessive, even when he plays dumb most of the time—he thinks it’s too embarrassing, he would rather die that admit it—but when he gets inside your pussy, he can’t help the words escaping him, the need to claim.

“who’s pussy is this? hm?” “all mine, this is all mine.” “other guys could only dream about having you like this.” “answer me when i’m talking to you, doll. who do you belong to?” “see? you’re dripping for me, that’s because your body knows you’re all mine.”

when he’s jealous his sex is ten times better.

he started catching up on you trying to get him jealous on purpose though…

he has a lot of stamina, can go hours just enjoying your body.

he will start with slow deliberate thrusts, letting you feel all of him; but he gets pussy drunk really quickly, and his movements become sloppy and messy.

he doesn’t care about making sound, he groans, he moans, he talks. all of it.

he gets louder when you’re on top though.

he doesn’t let you take control most of the time, it’s not like he’s against it, it just doesn’t happen sometimes.

when you can take control, it’s when you’re riding him.

he will whine for you to move faster, his hands digging into your waist as he begs for you to let him cum. inside you if it’s possible.

breeding kink 100%

he just loves the thought of claiming you like that.

“yeah baby, gonna fill you up, okay?” “will you let me do that? please?” “i’m gonna stuff you so full, it’ll be dripping out for days, love.” “you would be an amazing mommy, y’know?”

let some dirty talk slip from your lips and he will cum in that second, he tries to stop it though. he just gets really riled up by the thought of you being so dirty.

your pleasure it’s the most important thing for him, if you’re not liking something he will change everything just for you to be on cloud nine.

his movements are calculated most of the time, his thumb rubs your clit with the right pleasure and his other hand plays with your tits just the way you like it.

he wants you to cum first, always; but there are times where he can’t control himself and comes first, but he makes sure to make it up to you immediately.

he makes sure you’re clean and comfortable before he immediately falls asleep, he was doing most of the work after all.

but if you wake him up because you need something, he will do it without second thought or complaint.

he loves cuddling you after everything, muttering about how much he loves you even half asleep <3

REINER BRAUN

your favorite pretty boy out here.

what he enjoys the most it’s watching you enjoy yourself with him. so no matter what you do, as long as you’re moaning his name, he will be enjoying himself.

praising kink 100%

i mean just look at him.

“you’re so sensitive, rei?” you whisper, he’s nodding, he’s whimpering, he’s grasping you like he’s gonna die if he doesn’t “but you’re my good boy, right? you’re gonna hold it in so i can take more of this pretty cock, right?” he almost came that second butttt he didn’t, he deserves a prize, right? :)

he’s a good boy fr.

he absolutely loves when you’re riding him, he loves watching your tits bounce and your face contracted in pleasure as you take him so good.

sometimes he will thrust up into you to enjoy watching your eyes roll back as you tell him how big he is.

he’s a tittie boy, size doesn’t matter. he loves holding onto them, putting them into his mouth, making hickeys on them, feeling your nipples harden under his tongue.

size kink 100%, too.

he enjoys watching his cock slowly enter your pussy; and it doesn’t matter how wet you are or how much time he spend opening you up with his fingers, he still has to take it slow, even when he wants to just thrust completely into your sweet heat.

he’s a thick boy.

sometimes he will carry you to bounce you on top of his cock, just because he can.

he just likes knowing he has that kind of advantage over you.

the fact that he loves having you in control doesn’t mean he lets you do all the job, nope.

he will take matters into his own hands and start pleasuring you the way he just knows will make you cum in less than ten minutes.

but he also loves having you guide him.

“mhm, curl your fingers for me a little, rei.” your hand tugged softly at his hair, and he groaned at it “just like that, good boy.”

“go deeper, rei. want you to fill me up completely.” he gulps “y-you sure?” and when he sees you nodding so eagerly he can’t help himself.

he just enjoys feeling like he can’t do wrong if you’re guiding him like you want him.

yeah….

and don’t be fooled, just because he has a praising kink doesn’t mean he doesn’t also have a degradation kink.

and maybe he’s a bit of a masochist too.

he just grew up believing he wasn’t deserving of nice things, and it’s deep rooted into his mind.

he wants you to slap him, choke him, bite him, dig your nails into his skin, tease him until he’s a whimpering mess.

(because yeah, he whimpers and cries)

he really loves the filth you whisper against his ear.

“no, rei. you don’t get to cum yet. be good.” he nods, even when he’s whining from overstimulation “look at you, you’re such a slut for me rei, aren’t you? i can feel you twitching inside, you like it when i choke you?” he nods again, because yeah.

he enjoys your degradation the most because you’re kinda sweet when you do it.

if he’s starts sobbing you will stop everything to ask him softly if he’s alright, when he tells you to keep going you go back at it ten times meaner.

he loves it.

he loves folding you like a chair and thrusting into you because 1: he gets to see your face, 2: he gets to see your tits bouncing, 3: it gets him in so deep.

“mff— tell me how much you like it, honey, please.” he begs, he needs to hear he’s doing well even when his cock is taking away your ability to speak.

most guys wouldn’t even consider begging, but he begs with no shame.

he whimpers as he asks your to please take him completely.

you want him to call you mommy? ma’am? you got it. anything you want as long as you keep his cock in your pussy.

he’s a needy boy. but like, all the damn time.

he just loves you so much he gets so horny even with one touch of your hand against his leg T-T

doesn’t matter if you two are in a die or live situation, if he gets you on the same futon he will be grinding into your ass and begging you to slip your panties to the side.

it’s not that he likes doing it in public, it’s just he doesn’t mind doing it wherever he gets riled up.

he will get you behind some random barrels to get you to suck his cock.

it’s hard to keep him quiet though. he’s so damn loud.

and he loves, loves, loves when you give him head!

he enjoys watching your pretty mouth barely being able to take all of him, but he still tries to get it all in.

and you love to feel him twitch inside your mouth when your tongue runs over his slit, or how his thighs tremble and knees buckle because it’s so much pleasure he just can’t take it.

but he’s so sweet, he’s always apologizing for getting too excited, for being too much, for wanting you all the time.

maybe he just does it for you to reassure him he’s the best boy you ever had.

he enjoys cockwarming too.

aftercare king, yes sir.

he wants to make sure you’re okay, comfortable and relieved. if you’re suddenly craving something that’s an hour away he will go get it. no complaints, no questions asked.

after everything he always wants you to hold him close against your chest, running your hands through his hair.

and don’t forget the sweet praise about how good he was for you, that’s a must, okay?

PORCO GALLIARD

he’s mean, really. and a freak too.

everything you could possibly do during sex, you’ve probably done it.

he would never do anything without your consent though.

porco likes to try new things as long as he always gets to be the one in charge.

because yeah, you’re not dominating this man even if they paid him to do it.

he loves having control of everything, of how loud you moan, how much you tremble and how quick he can make you cum.

he gets off on knowing he’s doing so good for you.

he needs to feel needed for you.

and that’s why he loves teasing you.

“trembling already, pretty? don’t tell me you can’t give me one more, hm?” as he continues rubbing your clit with his thumb, two fingers deep into your core.

he really enjoys overstimulating you, but he will stop if it’s too much, of course.

“damn, you sure you can’t take it anymore? you’re clenching me so tight, it’s almost like you want to keep me there, baby.”

as i said, he’s mean. he spanks your ass so hard it leaves a red mark for the rest of the day and he leaves your pussy so sensitive that even a small touch makes you whimper.

sometimes he feels like he has all the time in the world, so he will make you cum at least two times before he puts his cock into you.

his hands are always over you, he squeezes your throat, grips your ass and tits, holds your waist so tightly it leaves small fingertips against your skin, he puts two fingers into your mouth, making you choke in them as he fucks you silly.

he loves using all of you. he comes so hard whenever he fucks your tits, it’s just so pleasant for him to see, and when you do that thing with tongue darting out to lick his tip? yeah he’s gone.

also a thigh fucker.

“my god, baby. you’re dripping down on me, i bet you wish my cock would slip into your needy pussy, right?”

dirty talker for sure.

it’s all about the control, you know? he feels like normally there’s always someone better than him, but here in your bed he knows he’s the only one for you.

absolutely loves getting head from you.

make it sloppy as he fucks your throat, grip his thighs, cry and drool on him. he wants all of it.

and make sure to swallow it when he comes, but show him your tongue with his seed first!

he’s such a filthy but permissive dom. you want something? you’re getting it. as long as it’s under his rules.

he loves watching you touch yourself.

he will make you fuck yourself with your fingers as he does nothing but watch you and sit handsomely.

and he wants you to beg for him to fuck you.

he has the patience of a saint, he can go hours waiting for you to beg for him even when he’s straining against his pants.

there’s just one thing that can break him though: you crying.

he’s into dacryphilia, so damn much.

(he always makes sure you’re crying from pleasure and not from hurt)

he just loves how your pretty eyes spill fat tears down your cheeks as his cock is deep into your gummy spot.

he also loves biting you, all of you. he wants to leave marks and hickeys all over you, it’s his way of claiming you.

he’s very possessive, and it shows when he fucks you.

just like jean, his sex is ten times better when he’s jealous, but unlike jean he always makes sure you know he’s jealous.

“you really thought you could talk to that guy like that? huh? are you a slut, baby? tell me.” “look how you’re sucking my dick, baby. no one else could fuck you like this.” “you’re fucking mine, i don’t want you talking to any other guy, just me.” “do you like making me jealous? you like when i fuck you like the slut you are?”

after you two are done, he always makes sure everything is in place and that you’re all good—especially after trying new stuff.

after a quick nap, he normally wants to go for round two. he just absolutely loves fucking you >.<

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[valmendy]

little ¿art inspired by @fromriches-tosin’s fic “Never let me go”

[jqsjournal]

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ husband!leon kennedy cums in his pants from making out with you

!! 18+ ONLY AGE IN BIO !!

You two had just barely made it through the door of your shared condo. Leon’s bulging arm wrapped under the plush of ass as he carried you inside, groaning frustratedly when you pulled from his kiss swollen lips to pull your heels off.

“Hha.. Leon just— haa.. hold on..—“

“Fuck.. you think I can just ‘hold on’ when you purposefully wore this dress out on our date tonight… think again princess..” Leon practically growled against your collarbone, nipping at your skin as he heads straight for the couch. He doesn’t bother with his own shoes, those are an after though. You.. well.. you are there in front of him with your dress strap dangling off your shoulder, your pristine skin teasing him, and your cleavage just taunting rudely.

How dare you wear this dress, it hugs your body to show every curve, every sculpted piece of you that makes you so purely one of a kind. It makes Leons cock weep pathetically in his dress pants and boxers.

Leons eyes dilated as he gazed over you on once more, firmly pressing his aching cock against your thigh as he leans in. He lets out a low rumble of satisfaction, his lips firmly locking with yours. You hum sweetly against your husband. No matter how long you’ve been married, how many times you’ve kissed and devoured each other’s mouths, he always gets so worked up. You swear he gets worked up just by the thought of you. Just by your name. You wouldn’t be wrong. You can feel his cock twitch against your thigh from in the confines of his dress pants.

Your pull away for a second, but that just makes him latch onto something else, your jaw.

“Mmph.. Leon.. love you’re getting all worked up.. you’re sweating.. haa…”

He lets out a shaky exhale, eyes rolling into the back of his head when he feels your arms curl around his neck, hips jerking once against your thigh. His lips move down to your neck, sucking and nibbling little marks of ownership there, as if wearing his last name and going by “Mrs. Kennedy” isn’t proof of it enough.

“Fuck.. baby I could cum from just watching you walk into the living room every morning.. hnn.. that bed head.. haaa.. wearing my shirt.. nn.. you are so fucking radiant.. I swear I don’t know how I’ve kept myself so controlled around you..” Leon groans against the column of your neck, the warmth of his breath making you bite down on your lip.

He is utterly suffocating. In the best way possible. The smell of his cologne and natural scent surrounds you, his breath smelling of mint you both shared in the car and the wine you both had at dinner tonight. His hair smelling a mix of your conditioner and his slightly questionable shampoo choice you just cant seem to pull him away from. His shine all thanks to your expensive conditioner. As you drag your longing fingers down the love-drunk mans face, you feel his annoyingly soft cheeks, and scratchy facial hair. His eyes staring at you, the jarring blue hidden behind his hungrily large pupils.

He quickly moved forward to snatch your lips again, taking you by surprise gives his tongue the opportunity to move into your open mouth. You let out a shaky whimper, followed by a moan when you graze his wet muscle with your own, tasting the remnants of dinner on him and the punch of the wine shared between you two.

Leon’s eyes roll back at the sensation of your tongue bringing him a rush of ecstasy and dopamine, his hands holding your waist like a life line. As his lips wrapped around your tongue, his trembling hand moved from your waist over your stomach and up to your breast that brutally haunts his wet dreams. As your tongues danced together, his hand squeezes your perfect tit, his groan raw and throaty.

When the two of you pull away for air, a string of your combined saliva stayed connected between your lips and you hold his jaw to keep his head from falling down onto your chest. his eyes are half lidded and blown out. You notice just how red his cheeks and ears are, the furrow of his bows. You’re doing something to him, he looked blissed out of his mind. He’s not drunk, you both only shared one bottle of wine and leons developed a higher tolerance with his history of drinking. If anything, you felt more of a buzz.

Leon moves closer, dragging his hips up your thigh, adding friction to his painfully hard cock that’s practically drowning in pre-cum. His hips shutter and his breath hitches from the friction, the wet spot rubbing against your thigh. However he keeps his hip still, not wanting to be a horny teen and cum from humping his wife. If only he knew.

“Leon…” you whisper to him, softly undoing his tie and then his buttons, just wanting to touch his bare chest as leans in again. This time, his teeth clicked yours, making you both moan out at your closeness.

Leon’s getting really really warm, his lower stomach churning with something all too familiar. Shit, he thinks to himself. Has he gotten so old that he can orgasm just from this? So little stimulation? He takes his hips off your thigh and hovers instead, the sound he makes broken and weak. You take notice and pull back with a heaving chest, getting a tit squeeze of disapproval in response.

“Leon.. ha.. are you okay..?” Your hands run up his chest and to his neck. You notice all the drool and smeared lipstick around his lips. The color suits him. He quickly shakes his head to lean in once again.

“Nnuh… dont stop gorgeous.. don’t ever take these lips from me my love.”

He sharply inhaled as he kisses you again, your own eyes rolling back. You hate to admit it but.. you’re basically a slip and slide down there. Your clit is throbbing relentless and the fancy type of underwear you chose to put on tonight is pressed right against your clit.

Leon starts to break, arms struggling to hold himself up. Hes close, so close.. the more you move your wet tongue around his mouth the more cock twitches and aches. You swear you hear him let out a croaked whine.

Then, you feel leon go stiff and suddenly pull away, a broken gasp coming from his throat. His head dropped down and hips thrusted in the air as you looked at his pants, watched a wetspot grow, and some thick white seep through. Your eyes widened. You haven’t even jerked him off, nor did he really get.. himself off. He groans and grabs his clothed cock in an attempt to stopped the overwhelming sensation.

“Fuck… oh god im.. s..sorry.. i just.. im so in love with you i just..” he shutters out and turns to lay back against you, with your asking. You hold out your arms and wrap them around him, softly combing through his hair.

Leon shivers at your touch, leaning his head back on your shoulder and kissing your jaw. You cant help but giggle at this little predicament, watching his cum soak his now ruined dress pants.

“I must be a pretty good kisser if i just got you to cum like that!” You tease him and he looks away in shame.

“My resistance must be thinning.. I’m getting too fucking old.. it’s not those damn B.O.W’s that’ll kill be.. its my attraction to you that will..” he confesses while running his hands down his face with a heavy sigh.

You giggle at him, rubbing your nose into his hair. It does bring you great satisfaction knowing he can get so aroused by the rather simple action of making out with you to the point of straight up cumming in his rather fancy pants. You like knowing you have this kind of effect on him. You suddenly remember just how dreadfully wet and aroused you are from watching your husband bust a nut hands-free, so you bite your lip and lean into his ear, his body jerking with shivers running up his spine.

“Do you think.. you’re up to dump a load into just.. one more thing tonight Mr. Kennedy?”

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[gtgbabie0]

I once had a dream where I was cockwarming RE9 Leon as he sipped on his whiskey. Then I recently had another idea where he trickles/smears a little of his drink on your tits and licks/sucks it off.

The thirst is real, dawg.

babe, ur mind is genuinely a palace. The thirst is real ✊ 18+

It was your idea, seeing how exhausted he was after coming home. You told him he needed a ‘strong drink and some pussy’ you were joking at first, and now he’s got you on his lap with his fat cock buried so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him prodding at your kidneys.

“You gotta relax baby, keep squeezing me like that, and I’ll bust early.” He chuckles warmly, voice softened by the whisky he’s been sipping on. You squirm, thighs clenching over his with a sort of dazed look plastered over your face. “Look at you, all drunk on my dick, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

You huff at his jeering, bottom lip jutting out. “Please, Leon, I wanna move so bad,” you mewl, heat pooling low in your belly, and he tuts in disapproval.

“I know, just a little more, yeah?” but it’s never just a little more with him.

He presses the rim of his whisky glass against your mouth, and you whine as the sharp smell tickles your nose. Your hands clutch at his big arms when he tilts the glass up, and what’s left of the liquor suddenly trickles down your chin and neck, riveting over your boobs.

You feel his dick twitch from where it’s nestled inside you, thick and heavy as he runs his thumb under your boob to smear the liquid over your hard nipple.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He breathes out gruffly, fumbling to place his now empty glass onto the bedside table before leaning in to lick the whisky off of your boobs— catching the droplets on his tongue with a low groan before closing his mouth around your nipple whilst he pinches at the other.

“Mm, whisky tastes so much better off these pretty tits, baby.” He moans into your warm skin, words all lazy and muffled where he’s still flicking his tongue over your rosy peak.

You arch into him with a shaky moan, fingers tangling in his hair, and you can’t help but grind down against him shamelessly as he drags his mouth up your collarbones to clean you up— leaving your skin all damp and sticky from the whisky and his spit, your pussy flutters around his thickness.

“God, please Leon, I need’ta cum so bad-” you plead, your cunt clenching around him tighter in need as his lips move over your jaw towards your eager mouth that’s already leaning into kiss him.

“Yeah, c’mere baby, lift your hips a little. Let me fuck you.” He soothes, leaning back slightly against the pillows with his big hands curled around the fat of your hips, and he’s soon fucking up into you, the fat head of his dick hitting that spot that has you quickly gushing all over him.

જ⁀➴ Resident Evil Masterlist જ⁀➴ General Masterlist

[moviecritc]

dating jean kirstein and reiner braun at the same time ╱ sfw and nsfw headcanons ˚.✦

SFW

Reiner is the clingiest of the three, he's always resting his head on your lap or hugging Jean from behind with his arms on his shoulders. When Jean complains about Reiner leaning all his weight on him, he just sighs and wraps his arms around his waist instead.

Jean is the one who shows you off more. Talking about his girl or his man to anyone, keeping a pic of you two as his lockscreen and homescreen. He's waiting for any of you to get a necklace with your initials because he's embarrassed to buy one for himself.

After getting an apartment all together, you thought they would be a total mess and not organized at all. But turns out that Jean has this old habit of keeping everything slightly tidied and Reiner somehow enjoys doing mundane chores like doing the laundry or dusting.

Their love language are acts of service and physical touch so you practically live like a princess. There's always a fresh bouquet of flowers every other week, your favorite food when they know you had a rough day and a nice cuddling + soft kisses session in bed.

The bed in your apartment has to be huge. Between Jean being too tall for his own good and Reiner who's broad, the bed needed to hold all of you together and your activities.

Sleeping, Jean sleep talks like crazy. Four or five nights a week he's having the weirdest dreams, waking you and Reiner up with his one liners.

Reiner, on the other side, is the most silent sleeper you've ever found.

He loves to take naps during the day and you and Jean have to check out on him because he looks dead sometimes. No snoring, no moves, not even breathing sounds.

You've been told by your partners that you kick them in your sleep and that's why they insist to lock their legs with yours when it's time for goodnights.

Reiner is secretly a hopeless romantic when no one’s watching. He’ll leave little sticky notes around the apartment with cheesy lines. He gets embarrassed if you or Jean catch him in the act, rubbing the back of his neck and mumbling “It’s just… y’know… nice to write them.”

Jean pretends he’s too cool for pet names in public, but the second you’re all home, he slips into the softest ones. “Hey, sweetheart,” directed at you while he’s stirring dinner, or “C’mere, handsome,” when he pulls Reiner in by the belt loop for a quick kiss. Reiner melts every single time, no matter how many times it happens.

Rainy days are sacred. The three of you pile onto the couch under one massive blanket, legs tangled, with hot chocolate and some old movie none of you are really watching. Jean’s head ends up on your shoulder, Reiner’s big hand rubbing slow circles on Jean’s back, and you in the middle feeling like the luckiest person alive.

They have this unspoken competition over who can make you laugh harder. Jean goes for sarcastic teasing and dramatic stories about his day, while Reiner opts for terrible dad jokes or pretending to be dramatically injured so you’ll “kiss it better.” There's never a winner.

Reiner loves when you play with his hair. After a long day he’ll flop face-down on the bed, wordlessly asking for head scratches. If Jean joins in and starts braiding little sections (badly), Reiner just hums contentedly and pretends not to notice how ridiculous he looks.

Jean keeps a small photo album hidden in his nightstand drawer. Nothing fancy, just Polaroids and phone pics of the three of you. Him kissing Reiner’s cheek while you laugh in the background, you asleep between them, Reiner carrying you piggyback after a festival. He flips through it sometimes when he’s alone and gets this soft, almost shy smile.

They’re both ridiculously protective in the sweetest way. If you’re out late, one (or both) will text “Text when you’re on your way home, okay? We miss you already.” Reiner waits by the door like a big golden retriever, Jean checks his phone every two minutes until you walk in.

Morning routines are chaotic in the best way. Reiner is up first, quietly making coffee for everyone. Jean stumbles out next, hair a disaster, grumbling until he gets his first sip and a sleepy kiss from you. Then you all end up crowding the tiny kitchen counter, bumping hips and stealing bites of each other’s breakfast while trading lazy morning kisses.

Anniversary dates are never just one day. They insist on celebrating the day you all got together, Jean’s “official” day with you, Reiner’s “official” day with Jean… so basically multiple excuses for fancy dinners, flowers, and staying in bed all day. Reiner gets teary every time you and Jean gift him something.

Late-night talks in bed are everything. Lights off, voices soft, tangled together. Reiner opens up about his insecurities the most during these moments, voice barely above a whisper. Jean’s surprisingly good at gentle pep talks. You hold both their hands under the covers until everyone feels a little lighter.

They both adore when you wear their clothes. You in Reiner’s huge hoodie that drowns you? Instant heart eyes. Jean’s button-up shirt as pajamas with the sleeves rolled up? He’ll stare until you catch him and smirk. They’ve started “accidentally” leaving things out for you to steal.

NSFW

Talking about wearing each other clothes, you've caught Jean wearing your pink thongs more than once.

There's also one reason Reiner loves doing laundry so much, and that's getting to smell you and Jean's used underwear.

They're both big. Jean longer and Reiner thicker, Jean keeps it trimmed. Neither you or Reiner bother on shaving.

In fact, Jean is the biggest muncher of the three and insists that he prefers you unshaven.

Reiner is probably the subbier of all, he absolutely loves the sight of you riding him while Jean feeds him his cock.

Jean has a thing for marking territory. He’ll bite the inside of your thighs hard enough to leave perfect crescent bruises, then later trace them with his tongue while murmuring “Look what I did to my pretty girl.”

Reiner gets the same treatment across his pecs and collarbones. Jean loves seeing his own teeth imprinted on that broad chest when Reiner’s shirt rides up.

Reiner’s favorite way to be used is on his knees between the two of you. You’ll sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread, while Jean stands behind him holding his hair in a loose fist, guiding Reiner’s mouth exactly where you want it. Reiner groans into you every time Jean tugs harder or tells him “Deeper, baby, make her drip down your chin.” He’s shameless about how much he leaks just from the taste and the praise.

Jean is obsessed with watching Reiner take you from behind while he kneels in front and fucks your mouth. The angle lets him see every expression on your face, every time your eyes flutter when Reiner bottoms out.

Jean will pull out just long enough to spit on Reiner’s cock as it slides in and out of you, then push back between your lips with a growled “Taste how wet you make him.”

They’ve discovered you can come untouched just from watching them fuck each other. Reiner on his back, legs hooked over Jean’s shoulders, getting railed slow and deep while Jean whispers filthy promises about breeding him full. You sit against the headboard, fingers circling lazily between your own legs, and when Reiner locks eyes with you and whimpers your name while he’s getting filled, you lose it every time.

Reiner cries during sex almost every time now, not from pain but from how overwhelmingly good it feels to be wanted so badly by both of you.

The first time Jean held his face and kissed the tears off while still buried inside him, Reiner came so hard he nearly blacked out. Now it’s routine: when he starts sniffling and babbling “I love you, I love you both,” you and Jean just kiss him deeper and fuck him slower until he’s shaking apart.

Jean’s aftercare voice drops into this low, wrecked register. He’ll clean you up with warm washcloths, murmuring “Such a good girl for us, took everything we gave you…” while Reiner curls against your side, kissing every inch of skin he can reach.

Jean always ends up spooning Reiner from behind so Reiner can bury his face in your chest, big protective arms around both of you.

Reiner’s refractory period is embarrassingly short when you’re both teasing him. Jean will edge him for what feels like hours (slow strokes, tight grip, stopping right when Reiner’s hips start jerking) while you sit on his face and grind until you come. By the time Jean finally lets him finish, Reiner’s usually begging through tears and can go again almost immediately if you climb on top.

Jean keeps a small velvet pouch in the nightstand with your favorite toys: a thick plug with a jewel base that he loves seeing peek out when you’re bent over, a curved vibrator he uses to torture Reiner’s prostate while you ride his face and soft cuffs he only uses when one of you wants to be completely helpless and pampered. The cuffs always come with forehead kisses and constant “You’re doing so good, baby.”

Morning sex is lazy, sleepy, and disgustingly tender. Reiner wakes up hard against your ass, Jean already half-awake and rutting slow against Reiner’s thigh. It usually ends up with Jean eating you out until Reiner can slide inside of you without any problems and with you fisting Jean's cock.

a/n: idk how to feel about this, reiner seems like a super complicated character to write idk how to explain it, it's been harder than starting to write for jason todd

[porcalinecunt]

(old) MASTERLIST 🪽

𝓚𝓔𝓨 ! 𓉮ֶ . ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི — 🪽 fem!reader • 🫧 male!reader • 🩵gn! reader

𝓣OKYO REVENGERS !

oneshots.

🫧 ~ cheating is a crime! (ft baji keisuke)

🪽 ~ missed you! (ft matsuno chifuyu)

🫧~ sensitive one, aren’t you? (ft matsuno chifuyu)

🫧~ blush! (ft matsuno chifuyu)

🫧 ~ don’t call me up! (ft takeomi akashi)

🫧 ~ movie star! (ft baji keisuke)

headcanons / imagines.

🫧~ i kissed a boy. (pt one)

🫧~ i kissed a boy. (pt two)

🩵 ~ xxx. (incubus!hanma)

🩵 ~ slut me out! (incubus!kakucho)

🩵~ prettybitches!.com (multi)

series.

tba.

𝓑LUE LOCK !

oneshots.

🪽 ~ my perfect girl. (ft rensuke kunigami)

🫧~ just a little. (ft nagi seishiro)

🪽 ~ atta girl! (ft oliver aiku)

🫧 ~ look at me! (ft nagi seishiro)

headcanons / imagines.

🩵 ~ knock me up baby! (multi)

🩵 ~ sit. (multi)

🩵 ~ jersey! (oliver + kaiser)

series

anywhere but home. (ongoing)

𝓢PIDERVERSE !

oneshots.

tba.

headcanons / imagines.

🩵 ~ polor opposites. (ft hobie brown)

🩵 ~ we’re meant to be! (ft miles morales)

🩵 ~ my pretty one! (ft hobie brown & miguel o’hara)

series.

tba.

𝓐TTACK ON TITAN !

oneshots.

🫧~ jean kirschtein + cowgirl ♡

🫧 ~ birthday boy! (jean + connie)

🫧 ~ cherry ♡ (ft jean)

🫧 ~ pink stripes! (ft reiner)

🫧 ~ meanie head! (ft connie)

headcanons / imagines.

🪽 ~ good little girl. (multi)

🫧 ~ stupid incubitch! (multi)

series.

tba.

EVENTS !

KINKTOBER 🎃

𝓗ONKAI STAR RAIL !

oneshots.

🫧~ round em’ up! (ft boothill)

🩵 ~ (hard)drive ♡︎ (ft boothill)

🩵 ~ just a fucktoy! (ft boothill)

headcanons / imagines

tba.

series.

tba.

𝓓C COMICS !

oneshots.

🫧 ~ dilf killer! (ft jason todd)

🪽 ~ bang bang baby! (ft jason todd)

🫧 ~ sharing is caring! (ft jason todd & dick grayson)

🫧 ~ sharing is (still) caring! (ft jason todd & dick grayson)

headcanons / imagines.

tba.

series.

tba.

[porcalinecunt]

yap yap jerkin’ connie & jean off on movie night yap yap !

those boys are already gripping the sheets just by you leaning onto their bodies and raking your pretty pink acrylics against their jawline (jean’s stubble specifically wink wink!) it’s made even more obvious when you lay your eyes on their oh so painful boners growing in their sweats :(

so of course, being the best friend you are, you spent the next hour wrapping both hands on their cocks and pumping them dry as the film rolls by. you could barley hear their “slow down..” ‘s and “gonna cum..” ‘s over the dialogue, while they’re both practically fucking your fists and mentally debating what position to throw you in after this. their train of thought coming to an all time halt when their orgasm washes over them, ropes of hot seed coverings your fresh manicure. connie & jean barely slowed their breathing when you spoke up in a sing song tone as if you didn’t just make them cum all over the place.

“wanna go again? (´∀｀*)”

[jeanblvd]

POV: Jean has a breeding kink but is too shy to admit it

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MDNI 🔞, jean kirstein x fem!reader, breeding kink, morning after/morning sex, smut, jean’s a pervert, shy at first, then gets cocky about it 🙄, could be better maybe i’ll edit it later, p w no plot, 1.2k words

⤷ crossposted to ao3 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

You’re not sure what time it is but the sunlight barely peeking through the windows tells you dawn is breaking. Looking to your left is your boyfriend’s bare back with faint scratch marks from the eventful previous night.

This man really laid it down last night. Had you screaming his name, biting your lip, and scratching his back from how good he was making you feel with his huge cock. The box of rubber was empty and thrown to the side. Finished them all. Yet, you decided to tease him one last time after agreeing to sleep once the condoms were all used up. He takes it as permission to fuck you again raw. Jean kept asking multiple multiple times before pushing in if it was really okay.

He even paused to tell you it was irresponsible. But the moment you rubbed your juicy wet folds against him and whimpered “breed me please, jeanie” that’s all it took for him to have you wrap tightly around him no barrier. Unfiltered. Raw.

You were still reminiscing, eyes closed, when you feel a warm hand on your cheek, causing your eyes to open again. His hazel-y eyes meet yours, a hint of concern tainting them softly. “Did I wear you out, love?” His voice is soft and a bit groggy in the morning. It never fails to turn you on hearing his morning voice. Sounds like butter in your ears.

You respond with a shake of your head and a kiss on his cheek. “No, baby. It was good. Really good.”

A hint of a smile finally reaches his lips and he leans down to peck you. “That’s all I ever want. My baby to feel good.” He whispers. You giggle under his scattered messy kisses all over your face. Finally, you tease him. “Did you have fun breeding me too? You were quite the overachiever” It started off lighthearted but then he turns beet red. You’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment or shame.

“K-kinda got carried away huh?” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Sorry about that, baby. Maybe I shoulda—”

“What? no. I wanted it too. Didn’t you like it? Finishing insi—?” your words get cut off by his coughing.

“Ahem! well. I wouldn’t say that it was the only thing I focused on. Of course, among other fun things we did. It’s definitely up there. But yknow essentially, it’s not something we should indulge in so much yknow?” You stare at him and his flustered expression. Then you see the visible tent in his sweats. You smirk and he panics seeing your eyes catch his…signal of desire.

Pervert.

“Liar.” You snicker crawling into his lap and rub his hardening cock under his thin cloth of sweats. Why’d he buy these cheap ass pants. “You liiike it, Jean. You like filling me up, right?”

He’s sweating now trying to hold everything in with his might. His throat bobs and he lets out in a coarse voice: “You’re on thin ice, baby. I don’t wanna be irrespons—”

You pull his lips on yours silencing his bullshit. “Admit it. you like stuffing me til you know i’ll get knocked up huh?”

He whimpers against your lips and his hands immediately find a place on your tits squeezing them, massaging as if it’ll help with milking your possible future baby later.

“Mmnh No I don’t…ahh…keep grinding like that baby,” Jean breathes out. He keeps denying it.

You let out a grunt of frustration and rock your hips harder against his. “Be honest with me and I’ll ride you good, Jean. Let you empty your balls too while we’re at it.”

He groans. Who taught you to speak like that? Fuck it. He needs it. He needs you. Now. The tables turn. He’s on top now looking at you with a predatory gaze. “Since you wanna know so bad,” he shoves his waistband low just enough to let his dick and balls free. He strokes himself as he finds your center. “….I’ll admit it. I like fucking ya.” Puuuush. In he goes, and he lets out a small breathy moan. “and I…especially like…” he speaks, taking his time with his words the same way he’s taking time savoring your pussy, despite already tasting it all last night.

“—when I…” slow thrust.

“—can feel…” Another.

“—All a’yuh.”

A tiny whimper escapes your lips as he begins fucking you deeper. faster. He’s rambling now. Just saying what’s on his mind. What’s there to hide anyway? He’s balls deep inside you.

“Nghhh fuck you feel so good, baby.” He lets out a light breathy chuckle between groans. Pussydrunk. “Wanna keep you like this forever. Keep mmh keep pumping my seed into ya. Make you all round and full. Yeah? You like that? Like when I’m mmffff—fuck!—breedin ya? Mm yeahhh…”

Your hands are gripping onto his back and your legs wrap tightly around his waist, letting his tip kiss your g-spot. Slowly, your heavy lidded eyes look up to see his own zeroed in on watching his cock disappear into your squelching folds. Aa if he was entranced. Like he couldn’t get sick of this sight.

Schlop. Schlop. Schlop. —as his heavy cock goes in and out of you. He reaches down rubbing your puffy clit staring up at him with his thumb, because it looked lonely and seemed to be pouting at him for some attention.

If he wasn’t fucking your brains out, you’d call him a perverted bastard teasingly with how he stared down at your joined sex. But my oh my, you could barely form a word let alone a coherent thought.

Your body tightens up and you feel it coming. Jean felt it too with the way you clenched around him, sucking him in deeper causing a guttural groan from his throat.

“Haaah…Jean! I’m close! Nnnh!!”

“Mmh I’m close too, honey. Cmon. Wait for me baby. Wait wait wait.” He commands, hips never faltering. You feel his palms lifts your thighs back putting you into a mating press. His balls now slapping against your ass as he pounds you into the mattress.

“three…fuckk yeah yeah” He begins counting down.

“…twoooo…hold ittt” one of his palms slide up to your right tit giving it a good squeeze as he keeps thrusting into you.

“Mmm…one! Let go, let go baby. That’s it. Good girl. Fuck yeah. Take it all.” He shoots his load inside of you, hips now grinding slowly against you in the aftermath, ensuring that it takes.

His lips descend onto yours, kissing you tenderly. A sickeningly sweet gesture in comparison to the harsh fucking he just gave you 3 seconds ago.

When he pulls out, you let out a soft whine, feeling empty and cold without him. He almost plugged himself back in after hearing you whine but he holds himself back for the moment and brings you in close, spooning you from behind.

“You got me. Maybe I do have a breeding kink.” He murmurs kissing your neck. You sigh and respond in a groggy voice.

“S’okay, me too.”

He chuckles at your admission.

“We’re in a whole lotta trouble then.”

[mykirstein]

What do you think about mirror sex with jean and shy reader?👀👀

a/n: HELL YEAHHHH!! my first req, thank u so so much <33 i kind of rushed this, but i hope it’s to your liking! im so nervous posting my work since i literally don’t even know how to write. i’m just doing this out of horniness

mirror sex with jean x shy!reader

jean removed your hands covering your blushed face as he kept on fucking you deep into the mattress.

“don’t get all shy now baby, i wanna see you”

you squirmed as he pinned your hands above your head.

“you’re so beautiful” he mumbled to himself as his head moved to the side to meet your tear filled eyes in the mirror in front of the bed.

“that’s it baby, keep watching yourself”

you squirmed at his filthy words. all you wanted to do was to hide behind your eyes, to shelter yourself from the view. but that was impossible, as jean knew you too well, he kept his hands on yours and the grip tightened. all you could do was obey, and you held your gaze on yourself through the mirror.

when jean knew you weren’t going to fight it, he let go of your hands and moved over to your clit, working it fast. he knew he was close, but one thing about him is he never let himself cum before you did.

the combination of your sobs, his moans, and the sounds of his dick slapping into your wet cunt made you close your eyes preparing for the orgasm you knew crept closer.

when jean saw your eyes fluttered shut, his head lowered and his voice was mere a whisper in your ear.

“i told you to look, didn’t i?”

with a sob you met his lustful eyes. he reached up his hand to gently take your chin and push your head towards the mirror again.

the sinful yet perfect view sent you over the edge as you watched him feel you up. dragging his hands over your tits, the sides of your stomach..

he filled you up so so good and you suddenly snapped with a loud, shaky moan. you didn’t dare closing your eyes again, especially as jean came soon after you.

he slowed the pace, riding you through the high with heavy breaths.

the embarrassment of having to watch yourself get fucked into oblivion washed over you, but jean kissed you all over your face, making sure you knew how good you did for him.

“such a pretty girl. you have nothing to be shy about.”

[girlboybug]

The aot boys as your toxic exes who somehow cant let you go???

Idk why i js thought about it, also add porco, Zeke and bertholdt if u can

Love me Harder

"so what if i do i do if i can't figure it out? I'm gonna leave, leave again."

aot boys as your toxic exes who can’t seem to accept that the relationship is over.

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, toxic relationships/exes, typical down bad behavior you'd expect from a desperate ex, sexting, nudes exchanging, heavy petting, unprotected sex, doggy style, creampies, breeding kink, lowk evil!nerdmin makes a reappearance, manipulation, dubcon, 'just the tip' activities, oral f!receiving, car sex, riding, reader has hair that can be pulled, dirty talk, sub/service dom!reiner, two special little twt links are in eren’s too ;P

TRIGGER WARNINGS : themes of manipulation i.e brief insinuations of self harm (doesn’t happen), lying and dubcon are prevalent in armin’s (oops), overall lowkey toxic behavior from all the boys but when do i ever write any of them normally 😭, and that’s all that comes to mind but if i missed anything pls lmk !

includes : eren, armin, jean, reiner

word count : 9k

what's playing : love me harder by ariana grande / none of your friends business by ginuwine

*unedited

a/n : hiii anon i hope u like this! i’m sorry the aot boys u requested weren’t featured here but i will do a part two with them just for you ;P i apologize my posting has been so painfully sporadic things r sooo hectic rn but i will be going on a 10 day trip in less than a week and i know the chances of me posting while im out are slim to none so i wanted to give yall a little goodbye post for now! love you all so much, thank you for being so patient with me :( comments are appreciated <3 hate will be deleted

eren

oh that man is so toxic in and out of a relationship 

and unfortunately you had to learn this firsthand 

what you two had was the definition of a push and pull dynamic

one minute he would be absolutely flooding you with love and affection and the next would be him pulling away the second it felt too serious 

because of this, eren was the one who broke things off, claiming that he wasn’t ready to settle down yet and that things were getting way too committal for his taste 

he figured he’d do the mature thing and let you go once and for all, knowing it was selfish to keep a loyal girl like you tied down to a man who didn’t know what he wanted 

but of course, at the end of the day eren was far from the selfless man he was attempting to be when he broke up with you 

he initially respected the fact that you no longer wanted to follow him on any social media, acknowledging that you wanted your space away from him while you took the time to heal  

but upon his first night without you, he was hit with the deep gut punch of loneliness. he felt cold in his own bed without having you cuddled up beside him and with your legs tangled together 

his fixation on you only grew and ultimately devolved from him borrowing (stealing) armin’s phone to watch your stories and check your posts to him giving up and just doing it all on his own phone altogether 

he didn’t bother in making a fake account either, he just simply viewed all your posts on his main account, having grown desperate for you to not only notice him but to respond to him as well 

even if it was to tell him off for breaking no contact, he didn’t care, he just needed to hear from you 

he even grew a little bolder with it too, he began hearting your stories and sending you those stupid drooling emoji reactions, always making sure to slide up on the ones where you posted a selfie 

which prompted your friends to beg you to just block him or at the very least block him from viewing your stories so that he’d stop sliding up on them every. single. time. 

but you couldn’t, no matter how much you tried to ignore him and to leave him on read, you couldn’t find it within you to remove the one last thing tethering you together 

your silence was driving him crazy, he missed you, yearned for you in ways he hadn’t for anyone else 

it even drove him to hold onto a few of your possessions that he claimed he had no idea what you were talking about when you asked for them back 

it was the first week of the break up and you two were returning each other’s items, and it didn’t take you long to realize you were missing something. you two had gone back and forth about it until you gave up and left before you allowed him to suck you back into another stupid argument 

in his defense, all that he had left of you was a pair of your favorite panties and one of your softest scrunchies, and he would be damned if he was going to let those go. besides, it’s not like they were necessities

he’d buy you dozens of each if it meant you’d spend an ounce of time with him 

but that never happened. which led him to developing a new routine that consisted of spending his nights either drinking himself unconscious or jerking off to your stories and posts, panties in hand and scrunchie around his wrist 

memories of your sweet, soft and wet little cunt plagued him like a disease he never wanted to heal from, and all he could do was squeeze his eyes and pump his cock while pretending it was you wrapped around him 

but his imagination and recollection of memories with you could only go so far, and one night his desperation spiraled further than it usually did, leading him to travel beyond his better judgment and land right back into your text messages 

from : DO NOT LET BACK IN! :  i miss u so fuckin much right now 

you <3 : eren what the fuck are you doing? 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! : i can’t stop thinking about u it’s driving me crazy 

you <3 : that sucks for you. 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! : please baby i need u [Image attached] 

you <3 : jesus are those my panties? 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! : yea, it’s all i have left of u n i couldn’t let em go. can’t stop fucking them while wishing it was ur pussy instead 

you <3 : eren you need to stop 

DO NOT LET BACK IN! :  i can’t, i’m so hard rn it hurts i need you 

you <3 : how bad do you need me, eren? 

eren : so so bad im leaking pre all over your pretty lil panties rn, fuckin throbbing just thinking about that cunt of yours [Video Attached] 

you <3 : fuck eren oh my god 

eren : yea baby? like how fucking hard i am for u? touch ur pussy for me, i wanna hear how wet u are 

you <3 : [Audio Recording Attached]

eren : fuck u sound like a mess, send me a vid of u fucking urself on ur fingers, stretch that lil pussy out for me 

you <3 : [Video Attached] 

eren : shit i wish i had ur pussy gripping my cock like that rn baby 

you <3 : you could. 

you saw his chat bubbles appear then disappear and you frowned, your fingers stilling inside you before pulling them out altogether 

the burn of rejection and embarrassment flooded you overwhelmingly at his lack of a response and tears prickled your eyes when you realized you’d humiliated yourself for his benefit all over again 

you laid there in shock that you let yourself get sucked back in so easily like you promised yourself you wouldn’t, stuck with the feeling of having been used and discarded like a toy that finally broke and was no longer fun  

when you finally stood up to head into the bathroom to clean yourself up, you heard a knock at your door 

“in a minute!” you called out, rushing to wash your hands before you answered the door 

the knocking was aggressive and incessant and you huffed, marching down to swing it open and curse at the unlucky person who caught you after embarrassing yourself in front of your ex for the last time 

except the person at your door was your ex, and he didn’t give you a moment to react or speak with how quickly he rushed to lean in and kiss you 

he was moaning into your mouth the second your lips locked, kicking the door behind him shut before his hands were all over you 

he was hungry for you, starved more like it as he roved his palms across your hips, and under your ass, gripping you tight until it hurt 

he cupped your cunt and latched onto the side of your neck, licking a wet pane over your pulse before kissing a bruise into it with his fingers drawing up and down your soaked folds 

“couldn’t just stay in bed,” he had finally breathed out, mouthing over your throat as his fingers sunk into your tight hole, the corners of his lips perking when he felt your lower half tremble from the intrusion 

“while knowing you were wet for me and i wasn’t there to take care of it.” he groaned, rutting his aching cock up against your hip 

“th-thought you were ghosting me when you didn’t respond,” you whimpered, bucking up into his touch and nearly collapsing when he began to thumb over your clit 

“never that baby,” he panted, kissing his way down your collarbones as his wrist curled between your thighs 

and when you finally stumbled into your bedroom he took you with your face smushed into a pillow and your ass flushed against his hipbones

he fucked you with a fervor you didn’t even know he had in him, his hard and toned sweat sheened abdomen curled over your back with his teeth sunken into your shoulder, marking you up while his heavy cock dragged in and out of you 

he’d already pulled two orgasms from you, however he wasn’t quite satisfied with just two measly climaxes, not after how long he’d gone without you. he wanted you limp and borderline non responsive after he was done with you 

he needed you to feel how the lack of your presence had affected him and how much he’s needed you during your period of no contact 

“fuckin’ gushing all over me baby, you do that for anyone else while i was gone?” he grunted in your ear, unlatching his teeth from your flesh to press kisses behind it 

“n-no ‘ren,” you sobbed, your lungs clawing for breath as he continually fucked it out of you 

“no? you didn’t give this pussy up to anyone else?” he hissed, raising a hand to smack the side of your ass, pulling you apart to spit between your cheeks and watch it dribble down to his pivoting cock 

“no!” you wailed, your pleasure induced tears soaking through the pillow beneath your cheek

your bed was slowly becoming drenched with what eren was doing to you, he had your mixed arousal drooling down your thighs and onto your duvet, as well as both yours and his sweat imprinting into the fabric 

“good.” he exhaled, completely guttural and primal as he shoved himself inside you

his balls hit your clit and his large hand came around to encase your throat in a tight grip, his lips attached harshly to the side of your neck 

“you and your pussy belong to me, no one’s gonna fuckin’ change that, you understand me?” he nudged deeper, his fat cockhead bruising into your cervix with his free hand nestled between your grinding bodies, rubbing your all too sensitive clit 

“y-yes — haah — yes!” you sobbed mindlessly, rendered an utter incoherent mess as he drew another orgasm out of you, hitting your g-spot over and over relentlessly with his index and ring finger tracing hard circles over your clit until you spasmed beneath him 

he guided you through your third orgasm with a rough and possessive hand, leading you through a wave of sensations no one else could provide for you 

“keep fuckin’ gripping me like that baby, juuus’ like that,” he groaned, his parted lips panting warm breaths into the sweaty crevice of where your throat and shoulder met, using your poor abused cunt to drain himself completely inside you 

he pushed your body into prone bone, laying you flat onto your tummy as he fucked you, burying himself deeper than anyone had ever gone before his thick and leaking cockhead twitched and out came his own orgasm 

long and plentiful spurts of his cum oozed inside you, filling you to the brim and then some 

after his hips came to a halt, he laid on top of you like a weighted blanket, his heavy cock jerking like an electrified muscle inside your tight cunt 

when he pulled out he attempted to be as gentle as possible, shushing you lovingly with delicate kisses sponged to your shoulder blades 

he slowly inched down your body with a kiss to your back, to your spine, to your sides, your hips, until he reached your ass, palming the round flesh in his rough palms adoringly 

he spread you open, exhaling with a deviant kind of awe at the sight of your well used pussy dripping full of him

pride struck him in the chest upon seeing how much cum he filled you with, never having seen a sight more right in his life 

he kissed the backs of your thighs, slowly making his way back up to your pretty and panting little flushed face, gathering you up until you were laid against his chest securely 

“you okay?” he murmured, his lips pressed softly to your hairline 

“mmm, my left leg can’t stop twitching,” you mumbled, completely exhausted but still capable of joking with him 

he laughed and held you closer, tracing the curves and contours of your back with his fingertips, feeling your heart beat thump against his until it slowed into a calmer, less rampant thud

“we can’t do this again, eren.” you murmured sleepily all while making no effort to slide out of his arms, continuing to lay curled into him despite your promise of continued severance from each other 

anyone else would’ve felt deterred from your statement, but eren knew you like the back of his hand and felt no fear from the feigned finality in your words 

“okay baby.” 

safe to say he was back at your house the next night and you may or may not have been bent over at least three different pieces of furniture 

🤷🏻‍♀️

armin

your friends did not like armin in the slightest 

due to the fact that they were the only ones who could see how tightly wound he had you wrapped around his finger 

you were like his little doe, following him blindly and naively believing every single one of the fake explanations he’d conjure up to make his shitty actions seem reasonable 

but unfortunately he’s a smart man and he used that to his advantage over you, knowing that you’d trust him and whatever new thing he threw your way 

he definitely utilized therapy lingo to get what he wanted, stating that him trying to limit how often you went out with your friends or even on your own, was just him establishing “boundaries” 

oh and that deciding what was “appropriate” for you to wear was one of his boundaries too, that having you go out in something he deemed as too revealing was “triggering” 

it was astonishing how much you let slide with him, too blinded by love and the belief that he was only looking out for you to see his actions for what they were; pure control over you

and after an intervention held by your friends, you made the decision you never thought you’d have to make, and you broke things off with him 

he was caught all the way off guard by your choice, partially because of how sudden it all felt but mainly because he didn’t think you’d ever have it in you to leave him, let alone be even able to conceptualize a life without him 

at first, he figured you’d regret it the second you were left to your own devices, giving you a week — two weeks tops before you came crawling back 

but when the weeks turned into months he panicked, feeling the hot sting of fear course through his veins when he realized that the odds of you coming back were practically nonexistent, whereas the permanence of this break up began to feel more and more concrete the longer he went without hearing from you 

he knew he had to devise some kind of a plan to get you back and to keep you back by his side for good 

he reached out, relieved to see that you hadn’t blocked him yet 

he spewed some bullshit apology for how he treated you, claiming that he regretted ever doing anything to hurt you and that he knows he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or even a response from you at all, but he doesn’t know what to do without you and he’s scared to be alone because he’s not sure of what he’ll do to himself

with the fear that he’d harm himself you didn’t even think to run it by any one of your friends, you just tip toed out of the dorm you shared with them and went over to his place to make sure he didn’t hurt himself 

when you arrived he was pinched with pink, his eyes watery and irritated from rubbing at them behind his glasses and his lips swollen with soft wracking tears 

he nearly fell in your arms when you reached out for him, going up on the tips of your toes to accommodate him practically latching onto you while he sobbed

“i’m so sorry,” he sniffled and you shook your head, rubbing his neck comfortingly 

“it’s okay, don’t be sorry, i’m here now okay?” you said softly, and if you saw the shit eating grin that spread across his face as he pretended to sob into the crevice of your neck you would’ve allowed him to collapse on the floor and walked out 

but you didn’t. and he made sure to sell the act of falling victim to possible self destruction and utter depression from the break up the best he could, nearly wrapping you entirely in his limbs as he cried and squeezed you as if you’d evaporate the second his arms loosened around you 

after the first night you spent consoling him and promising him that he’d done nothing wrong (he had) you told yourself it would be a one time thing, that making sure he was okay was important but prioritizing yourself was more so

however you’d quickly find yourself doing the exact opposite 

you’d spend the next following weeks sneaking past your friends and roommates late at night to meet up with him in his solo dorm, sitting on his futon while he cried in your arms over how much he missed you and still loved you 

some nights he’d lean in and kiss you and you’d let it happen

a part of you knew you shouldn’t have been alone with him in the first place, let alone kissing him, but the other part was an amalgamation of feelings too intense to ignore and deny 

you missed him so fucking much, missed his presence, his affection, his comfort, the way he seemed to always take care of everything for you no matter what it was, including the ache he instilled deep within you

making you cum was something like a sacred act for him, getting to pull you in his arms and bring a large palm between your thighs to soothe the throb thumping in your clit brought upon a feeling no one before him or after him could replicate 

however your friends promised you that armin arlert, the nerd who’s hunched over his laptop at any given point in the day and whose prescription glasses are thicker than a phone book could not possibly be the only person on planet earth who could make you finish, and that surely down the line there’d be someone else who could make you feel just as good if not better 

and in the peak of your grief from the breakup, you found it hard to believe their reassurances but nevertheless, they stood by your side as your anchor in staying logical and far, far away from him

they tried their best to have you recognize how shitty he was to you and how he veiled it behind sweet words and illusions of boundaries and the goal of strengthening the relationship 

but what they didn’t take into account amidst their defenses against him was that he was nothing if not perseverant. he knew quickly that he had to sever the rope between the anchor and your ship, acting as the lighthouse that brought you back to shore, with the intent on never letting you drift away again 

your friends had zero clue you were sneaking off nearly every other night back to his dorm, cuddling in his futon or his bed, comforting him on things that were 100% his fault to begin with, but to see him so torn up and devastated, it had you feeling as though perhaps you were in the wrong the entire time

and with the last time you had stopped by his dorm, he figured it was the best as any time to act before your friends caught wind of what you were doing and forbade you from seeing him again 

not long after you arrived at his dorm, he had you spread out on your back in his bed, and you laid there beneath him knowing that it wasn’t right, knowing that you were only burrowing yourself further into a situation you shouldn’t even have been touching with a ten foot pole 

you should have been making strides towards getting over him, not under him with his hand curled between your legs rubbing firm circles over your clothed clit with the heel of his palm

you knew his dorm was the furthest place you should’ve been in, let alone in his bed  allowing him to be back on top of you with his fingers drawing up and down the quickly dampening gusset of your panties

he hadn’t touched you like that at all throughout the nights you had spent with him post break up, and while you knew you should have pushed his hand away from your cunt and him off of you altogether, you didn’t – you couldn’t 

you just spread your legs further and rolled your hips up into his touch, asking and pleading without words for more  

“missed this so much, no one makes me feel the way you do,” he panted above you, his breath wavering into your parted bitten lips, his eyes trailing down your face 

“me too,” you whimpered, his fingers sliding up and flush against your clit, tracing circles through the material

“do you still think about me? about us, about this?” he slid his hand underneath the waistband of your underwear and met your pulsing clit with two long fingers, taking his time to draw deep swirls over it, taking your bottom lip between his teeth when it dropped open and outcame a shaky gasp 

“y-yes, yes — fuck ‘min,” you breathed out, swallowing hard when he released your lip and trailed down to your jaw, trickling hot kisses across your neck 

“god,” he whimpered, pressing his bulge up against the side of your thigh, his warm breath fanning out into the side of your throat, his lips ghosting over your thumping pulse 

“tell me you missed me,” he begged, his voice throaty and just a breath above whiny, his cock leaking pre into his boxers as he dragged his hips against your side and rubbed your clit 

“i missed you so much, i miss you whenever i’m not with you, i always miss you,” you said, air lacking in your words with your heart racing within the suddenly tight confines of your chest, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access to kiss and bite 

with that, you heard his breathing fall into something more ragged, more desperate and soon the sound of a zipper coming undone followed suit, pausing the rapid thud within your chest 

“wait min,” you rushed, placing your hand over the wrist he had down below his hips, palming himself 

“we shouldn’t, we’re–” he cut you off with his lips against yours, moaning softly into your mouth as he replaced his fingers with his bare cock, pushing your panties to the side to feel your dripping cunt envelope his blushing tip 

“i just want to feel you, please, it’s been so long angel, i need it,” he whimpered, bucking his hips up closer to yours, choking on a groan when he slid up and down your folds with the underside of his shaft

“you feel so fucking good, oh my god,” he whined breathily, tracing over your hole with the head of his cock, dipping just slightly inside without ever fully putting it in 

“m-min you’re not wearing a c-ondom,” you protested weakly, your soaked cunt betraying your words by nearly sucking him in 

“i know b-but just the tip, please angel? that’s it, th-that's all i need, please?” 

your logic had fully eroded away at that point, and all you could do was arch up into him with every swipe of his wet tip across your clit, physically aching for more 

he was at a half plank above you, a forearm supporting his weight on top of you as he leaned down to crush his lips into yours, using your soft and pliant cunt as a grinding pad for his cock, sliding the heavy shaft of himself up and down your folds, nudging your needy clit with his cockhead and teasing both himself and you by never pushing his full length inside of you 

“fuck – fuck,” he panted, his movements having grown more rushed, more urgent, and he could no longer help himself before he pushed forward all the way in and felt himself cum inside of you 

you choked on a strained gasp, your brows drawing together from the stretch you hadn’t felt in awhile, slowly looking down to watch the way he shoved his cock all the way in, the way your bodies fused together like they were meant for each other specifically 

“m-min,” you whimpered, your thighs tightening around his waist 

“i-i’m s-so so-orry, i-i don’t know what came over me, i just – fuck don’t move,” he cried, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, squeezing you tight as he bucked up into you more, panting as he felt your pussy swallow him whole, sucking him in and draining him completely 

“oh, angel i–i, oh god,” he whimpered, using your pussy with every slow and deep push and pull of his hips, rocking into you back and forth, feeling your soaked hole encase him like nothing else could

he rubbed your sensitive clit, kissing you hard as he pushed you into an orgasm, groaning into your mouth when you came and clamped down around him, squeezing another weak load inside of you 

he slipped out inch by inch, exhaling at the sight of how you left his cock utterly soaked in your cum, a milky ring of what he did to you left as evidence dripping down to his balls 

he slid his tip over your cunt, collecting the cum he fucked into you and smearing it back over your buzzing clit, suppressing a cocky smile when you gasped and struggled to twitch away from the sensation

he took mercy and pulled away, laying beside you and not hesitating for a moment to pull you in closer, allowing you to melt into his chest

“we shouldn’t have done that,” you finally spoke after a few passing minutes, slightly pulling away as you looked up to him with watery regretful eyes, like even you knew your words held no real weight, just guilt 

he sighed and held you by your lower back, keeping you close with no room to inch away 

“look, why don’t i clean us up and we can talk about it after, ‘that sound okay?” he murmured, clearing away the sweat at your hairline 

you frowned and nodded, laying back when he rose from the bed and padded towards the restroom, not without swiping your phone from his nightstand 

he closed the door behind him and scoffed at all the texts and missed calls from your friends, setting it on the counter before he wiped himself down

he paused, chuckling under his breath when he decided to snap a picture of the cum stained tissues to send to your groupchat, adding the message : “she’s a little indisposed at the moment.” along with it 

he shut off your phone completely as soon as he saw the text bubbles leap into action, hurriedly tucking it into his back pocket before making his way back into his room with a damp towel and a list full of ways he’d convince you to stay with him 

jean

jean is a self proclaimed ugly duckling who turned handsome later on in life, and he would be the first to admit to that as well as the fact that he wasn’t very popular in high school nor with the ladies for most of his adolescence 

he didn’t have his first kiss until his senior year and he’s about 85% sure it was a dare on the girl’s behalf 

it wasn’t until college that he grew into his looks, started working out and focusing on becoming the man he was content with, not the man that he thought other people would like 

due to this, he received an influx of attention hurdled his way at a level and rate that felt extremely foreign to him, but was welcomed all the same 

he loved meeting up with the kind of girls he never thought he’d be able to score and he loved being the kind of guy men looked up to and women wanted 

but when you entered his life, he was almost instantaneously smitten with you and you only, maintaining a slight sense of disbelief throughout the relationship that a girl like you could ever want him 

but what you weren’t smitten with was watching your boyfriend get hit on and have him laugh it off and offer a response that wasn’t necessarily flirty, but way too…friendly for your liking 

he never cheated on you, never would have dreamed about it in a million years and beyond, but you could sense he liked the attention, liked being wanted and gawked at by men and women alike 

he was hypocritical about it which infuriated you to no end, because when the inverse would occur, he’d grow green with jealousy and fume at the thought of another man taking you away or looking at you the same way he did 

but when you would express your concerns about the amount of attention he was receiving, he’d almost be sort of dismissive of it, like he either couldn’t see what you were seeing, or he’d wave off something borderline inappropriate and say it was all jokes and that he was yours and only yours, that no one else could compare no matter how hard they tried 

but you grew sick and tired of the same song and dance, the same arguments, the same dismissive comments and most of all, you were drained from seeing so many people fawn over your boyfriend and have him not see an issue with it at all

so as much as you didn’t want to resort to it, you broke up with him 

you didn’t think it would’ve affected him as much as it did, but it just about ruined him 

you figured he’d hop onto the next girl who was spamming his dms but that was the furthest thing from reality 

he got annoying real fast about everything, he unfollowed every single person except for you, uncaring to the fact that you had unfollowed him the second you two broke up 

he changed his pfp to “i heart my ex” changed his bio to “i miss my ex, baby come back home!!!!!” posted about you on his instagram notes, reposted the most depressing things known to man on tik tok, and publicly yearned for you like no other 

it was an embarrassing sight to behold for sure, but not to him, nothing was too embarrassing if it granted him at least a sliver of a chance in getting you back 

your friends clowned on him in the groupchat, sending screen recordings of his stories where he was learning how to play your favorite songs on guitar, or how they caught “bot” accounts liking their posts that only featured you under the username “imissmybeautifulex3000” or “comebackhomebaby”

and you’d laugh and join in on the fun, all without mentioning that you actually  missed him too, just as much as he missed you, except…maybe less publicly than he did 

or how sometimes you actually would respond to his texts and late night facetimes, or how on occasion you allow him to pick you up from your dorm at one to three in the morning and let him eat you out in the backseat of his car 

you didn’t think it was worth mentioning, not when you had no plans of actually getting back together with him

you just missed him, and who didn’t miss their ex? 

especially when they could go down on you the way he could 

he never expected anything in return either, he was always just more than happy whenever he had you lay back and spread your legs open for him, granting him the privilege of feeling your warm, wet and perfect cunt in his mouth 

“fuck my mouth baby, jus’ use me,” he breathed out between your legs the last time he had you in his car, his hands gripping indents of themselves into your thighs as he forced you open, tickling your soft skin with his facial hair when he went back down 

he branded his tongue across your clit and buried his face far between your legs, moaning as he humped the carseat beneath him, nearly cumming in his pants when you yanked on his hair and forced him at just the right angle for yourself, using him like a toy with the way you fucked your clit between his lips 

“f-fuck, suck on it ha-arder, jean,” you cried, pressing his mouth deeper onto your clit, rolling your hips against his tongue 

he moaned into your cunt, pushing you back into his backseat the more he devoured you, sucking on your clit with two fingers coming up to slip inside your hole, pinning you down when you cried out and tried to squirm away from it 

he just couldn’t leave you alone, couldn’t help himself from doing anything to please you or to sway you back into giving him another chance, and a part of him hoped that with you giving him this kind of access to you, with letting him eat your pussy until you were sobbing and writhing, making a complete mess of his face in the process, that maybe he was well on his way of making you his again 

and when you had tapped his arm, whimpering for him to stop and to come up to kiss you, something you usually never allowed him to do during nights like this, his hope only increased, especially when your hand found his aching bulge and began to palm it 

“f-fuck,” he panted into your mouth, pulling apart just to look at you, admiring you in all your beauty before he ducked back down and kissed you hard, thrusting into your hand 

his cock twitched with anticipation when he felt you undo his jeans, moaning shakily above you as you fished him out of his boxers and began to pump him in your soft hand, gripping him just right at the base of his shaft 

“oh god — baby,” he nearly whimpered, trying his best to not collapse on top of you 

“i need you to fuck me jean, please?” he could have came right then and there, looking down at your beautiful, breathless figure, your eyes lined with pleasure induced tears, smaller hand jerking him off and brushing his fat cockhead against your clit as if he needed anymore convincing

“yeah?” he breathed out, making sure he wasn’t hallucinating your needy, honeyed words, thrusting involuntarily into your hand, clenching his jaw to swallow down the shaky moan that threatened to slip out 

“yeah,” you nodded, slowly sitting up, prompting him to do the same 

his back was slick with sweat and clung to the leather seat behind him, his face buried in your chest, kissing and nipping into your soft skin as he guided your cunt onto his cock, reveling in how fucking good you felt wrapped around him 

“you feel so perfect, jus’ like that, don’t stop squeezing me – fuck, please don’t stop,” he gasped, sinking his teeth into the side of your breast, groaning around your warm flesh his arms tightened around you, his hands slipping under your ass to drag you up and down his cock 

“shit – jean,” you cried out, hiding your face in his neck, huffing his cologne as you felt him hit deep inside your cunt, his soft thatch of pubic hair grinding right up against your clit with every downward slam of your hips 

but that wouldn’t do, he needed to see your pretty face as he fucked you, having gone far too long without seeing it 

he snuck his hand behind the nape of your neck and up the back of your head, tangling his fingers with your hair before tugging down, forcing you to crane back and expose your throat and pretty little teary eyed face 

“don’t fuckin’ hide from me, ‘wanna see how good m’making you feel baby,” he groaned, latching his lips onto your chest, staring up at you from under his lashes as your pussy gripped him, pulsing all around his twitching cock at the way he spoke to you and took your cunt 

“say you love how it feels,” he grunted into your skin, sending a hard thrust deeper into you, taking your bouncing breast in his mouth as you spoke 

“l-love it jean, love your cock,” you cried, your head rolled back with your hot moans fogging the windows 

he brought his fingers to your clit, keeping you firmly in his grasp when your body jerked from the feeling, nearly unable to handle the feeling of him ramming into your g-spot at such a repetition while feeling his fingers circle over your clit at once 

“tell me you love me, please – fuck i-i wanna hear it, say it for me,” he panted, losing himself in the feeling of it all, of you 

“lie if you have to, jus’ lemme hear it baby please, i’ll let you cum once you say it,” he pleaded, kissing desperate kisses across your chest up to your throat, cradling you by the back of your head until your foreheads touched 

“please?” he whispered breathily, his fingers toying over your clit gently, withholding the pressure you needed to cum 

without any hesitation you said it, your lips brushing over his with every word, your breaths intermingling as you spoke 

“i love you jean, love y-you s’much,” you slurred through the pleasure, gasping and tensing in his arm when he resumed rubbing your clit at the intensity you needed, your nails sinking into his back as you came all over his lap, sobbing into his neck as you did so 

“fuck,” you sobbed, raking down his back as he fucked you through it 

“i love you,” you cried, not a single trace of a lie in your words 

he shivered at your admission, choosing to believe you meant it even with the permission he gave to lie, squeezing you tight as he panted your name, fucking you through his own orgasm 

“love you so fucking much baby, love you w-with everything in me, i–fuck,” he hissed, gripping you tight and slamming you down on top of him, feeling himself twitch and grind right up against your g-spot as he came, spurting thick loads of his cum deep inside of you

he thrusted a few more shallow pivots inside you, lazily pressing kisses to your collarbone as he caught his breath

it was quiet save for the mutual struggle shared between the two of you attempting to ease your heart beats down from the heated and urgent act of intimacy you both engaged in

after a beat you slowly raised your hips to let him slip out of you, wincing at the sting that came along with being empty  

you remained quiet even when taking the napkins out of your purse to clean the cum that came drooling from your well used cunt, heat finding your face in a strong wind when he plucked it from your hands to clean you up himself 

“there you go,” he murmured, patting your clit down gently with the napkin, and you hated noticing his gentleness in that moment, hated how loving and caring it felt. so you forced yourself to ignore that observation 

he then went to fold the tissue in half to swipe off the residue of your mixed arousal off his softening cock before he tucked himself back into his pants 

“thanks,” you mumbled quietly, trying to clamber off of his lap 

but he was quicker than you, he rushed to cage you back in on top of him, forcing you to look at him as he craned his neck down to where your eyes dropped 

“you okay?” he asked softly, taking your chin between his index and thumb, guiding your gaze towards him

“yeah,” you nodded, trying to not melt into his touch

it was silent before he slowly released you, relief thudding in his chest when you still didn’t look away even without his hand keeping you in place

“did you mean it? when i said to…” he trailed, sighing when your eyes diverted once again 

“i know i said that you could just lie, and it's okay if you did but –”

“i wasn’t lying,” you said quickly, finally flickering back up to meet his eyes 

“i wouldn’t lie about that.” you added, settling onto his lap with your arms over your chest 

he smiled through his teeth that sunk into his bottom lip, and he had to try his best to act accordingly, scared he’d ruin the very delicate fabric you both were inching over onto 

“i wasn’t either.” he replied just as softly as you spoke and you returned his gentle smile, nodding faintly 

“i know.” 

reiner

you loved reiner, you still do, it’s hard not to love someone like him 

however it’s even harder to be around someone who constantly suspected you of cheating, no matter how much you loved them

to be clear, you never did, and after you left, it took experiencing your absence for reiner to finally believe you 

he was good to you, probably the only boyfriend you ever had who treated you that well 

but almost like a caveat for being loved that much, there was one thing you hated 

you hated how he allowed his insecurity to get between you two, how it made him question things and overthink everything, how he just couldn’t seem to trust you completely due to his inability to accept that someone like you could love someone like him

it wasn’t fair, how he’d inadvertently take those insecurities out on you. it was far from his intentions to do so but sometimes one’s actions override their original intent 

you thought maybe the arguments would lessen the more you each found your footing within the relationship, but as it progressed, so did the back and forths of you pleading with him to believe you when you said you loved him and only him 

it was exhausting having to promise over and over again that no, you weren’t fucking your friend, coworker, peer, professor, boss – you name it

and then you realized that as much as you adored him, you didn’t have to stay and endure being forced to unnecessarily explain yourself time and time again. 

so, you left. 

when he came home to a half empty apartment and a letter explaining why you left, nearly everything in him broke that day 

he really truly believed he almost died within the first few weeks of the breakup, the pain from losing you was so severe he couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t do anything but either sob or stare blankly at a wall and dissociate 

it was hard on you too, the last thing you wanted was to leave behind what you two had built, but you also couldn’t stay in a relationship where you weren’t trusted 

and it wasn’t even reassuring him that bothered you, reminding him of how much you loved him was never a hassle, it was the disrespect that wounded you

the disrespect of being told over and over again that despite having proved yourself to be a loyal, loving person you were still a lying cheater no matter what you said or did 

things grew especially difficult when he began sending you flowers to your door every week 

the air in your dingy little apartment had suddenly grown crisp and fresh with how every inch and crevice was littered with flowers from him 

he’d also try to venmo you money every now and then and would want to die all over again every time you’d send it back 

but the flowers kept coming and each little note attached to the bouquet never failed in making your chest hurt 

it filled you with a cocktail of emotions; regret, guilt but also resentment 

you hated how sweet he could be, like he was guilting you into regretting your decision, and it worked, but it wasn’t fair 

you couldn’t understand his inability to stay sweet like that in the first place without accusing you of cheating on him every other day, couldn’t understand why it couldn’t just always have been like that. sweet words and no arguments 

and then one day when your doorbell rang, you sighed with annoyance, figuring it was yet another fucking bouquet with a heartfelt note attached to it that existed to ruin your day and make you feel like a bitch for having enough of someone who couldn’t trust you enough in spite of their unbased insecurity 

but when you opened the door and readied yourself to have to lug another obnoxiously large bundle of flowers, your heart sunk when you saw reiner himself standing before you holding them in his arms 

“reiner wh-what are you doing here?” you asked, defeat and shock mixed within your tone 

“i-i know i’ve been an idiot–”

“no shit.” you huffed, walking away but not bothering to shut the door, a silent concession to allowing him in

he sighed, not harboring an ounce of the urge to argue or disagree as he shut the door behind him, trailing in after you like a nervous puppy to your couch 

he sat the flowers down on the coffee table he helped you pick out for your place before you had moved in with him

he swallowed hard, blinking away his tears with his thumb gently swiping a dust bunny off the edge as he looked up at you

he eyed the space next to you on the couch and you nodded with slight exasperation, motioning for him to sit, pretending that seeing him before you wasn’t making you feel weak all over 

“i’m sorry for showing up unannounced like this but…i-i don’t know i just…i thought me delivering the flowers myself would be more meaningful, th-that apologizing face to face would be more meaningful.” he explained and you tried to hide the way you softened, feigning a look of indifference as you listened 

“okay.” you tilted your head, folding your arms across your chest. “go ahead.”

but when he began, you held a hand up, prompting the words in his throat to waver in place 

“on your knees.” you instructed, jutting your chin towards the space on the floor just in front of your feet 

he paused, allowing your words to settle into his brain before he ultimately obeyed, slowly sinking to his knees before you 

“i’m sorry, i-i’m so fucking sorry for how immature i was, how i constantly blamed you for my shortcomings despite you telling me that i had nothing to worry about, that i just couldn’t overcome my insecurities about being inadequate and would take it all out on you and project these fears that you were cheating on me,” he took your hands into his and squeezed them, staring up at you with big blue teary eyes 

“i’m sorry my love, i am truly and utterly sorry and i don’t expect you to forgive me but…i just needed you to know how much i regret hurting you and pushing you away.” 

you sighed, frowning as you gently slid your hands out of his, leaning down to cup his cheek, your heart thumping with adoration when he leaned into your palm with zero hesitation 

“you’re sorry?” you murmured, swiping away a stray tear that trickled down his cheekbone 

“i am,” he confirmed, sniffling quietly below you 

“why don’t you show me how sorry you are, reiner?” you whispered lowly, and immediately a pink flush found his cheeks, even tinging the tips of his ears as he eyed you from below 

“sh-show you?” his voice cracked and you shrugged, leaning back into the couch and watching him follow after you immediately 

“yeah, show me. why, you don’t want to?” you posed teasingly, cocking your head at him

and well, you were a fool to assume he wouldn’t have taken the bait as well as assume that he’d hold back in showing you just how remorseful he truly was 

he had you bent over your couch with his cock impaling into you from the back, completely dwarfing you as he laid hunched over your figure 

he humped you from behind like he was in heat, whimpering and sniffling into your neck over how much he missed you, over how sorry he was and how if he had you back he’d be better for you, how he’d be a good boy for you

“‘promise i can be good for you, p-please believe me,” he cried from behind you, his large hands groping at your breasts as his cock stretched your cunt out 

“d-dunno if i believe y-ou,” you struggled to speak as you laid nearly folded in half over your couch, poor little aching clit bumping over and over again into the armrest 

“please – hoah – f-fuck,” he choked out, pulling back just to slam into you and push all the way in, nearly suffocating you with his full body weight on top of you

he hiked a leg up on the side of the couch and slid his hands down to your sides, taking his time to feel your curves and sweat sheened skin in his palms before landing on your hips, tugging you back towards him and keeping you still for when he slammed himself right back up against your ass, lodging himself deep inside you 

“o-oh god,” you choked out, your eyes rolling back from how hard he was going, never missing your g-spot with his fat cockhead with every thrust he sent into you 

“m’s-so close,” he panted shakily, growing sloppy and sporadic behind you, and you whined, shaking your head as you pushed your ass up against him, craning your arm back to clamp your hand right at his hips, forcing him still inside you 

“n-no don’t cum yet, i’m not ready,” you breathed out, and he shuddered, your instructions making his cock twitch and grind right up against that little sensitive spot inside you 

“f-fuck okay, yes ma’am,” he nodded, his adams apple bobbing with a thick swallow, his hands grappling nervously around your waist 

“just go slow, i’ll tell you when you can pick up the pace,” you exhaled, inching forward to create enough room for you to begin rocking yourself on his rigid, leaking cock, showing him the pace you wanted 

he watched you for a moment, his brows having drawn together and his cock threatening to spill his load in you before you allowed him to at the sheer sight of you fucking yourself on him 

he slowed his pace and began to thrust into you nice and easy, groaning with his head thrown back at how you squeezed him tight and nearly lured his cock back inside from how utterly soaked you were 

you felt just about every vein on his shaft inside you from how languid and fluid his hips were, the new rhythm forcing you to focus on just how far his cock was stretching you open, molding your cunt to form around his entire girth 

he spread you apart to watch the way your pussy took him in, how with every forward push you’d cry out softly and dig your nails deeper into the cushion below you 

“it’s hypnotic,” he breathed out mostly to himself, losing himself in the vision of his cock disappearing inside you, how your little hole could take all of him, how no matter how far he pushed in you managed to swallow every last inch 

“fuck, o-okay now rub my clit for me,” you shakily instructed, grasping at his forearm from behind

he was quick to obey, he snuck a hand between your pussy and the armrest and circled your clit, matching the tempo of his hips grinding into you from the back

“you feel so fucking good like this,” he whined in your ear, leaning down to trail messy kisses along your shoulder and up to your neck, letting his words fan against your sensitive skin 

“yeah?” you breathed out, curling into him as you began to meet his thrusts with more energy, your cunt gripping tighter the closer you grew to your orgasm 

“yes,” he panted, rubbing your clit harder 

“f-fuck me faster, i’m about to cum,” you whimpered and he of course, obeyed once more and picked up his speed

his head fell into your shoulder and his hips came slamming down again, his cock twitching inside you with an eagerness to cum

“please cum for me, please fuck i wanna feel it,” he begged, flicking his wrist and turning his gentle swirls into rough and firm circles as he pounded into you

“sh-shit, i-i’m – fuck,” you wailed, thrashing beneath him as you came, burying your face in the bicep he had around your head to muffle your sobs 

he wasn’t far behind you, his thrusts grew sloppy all over again and he gasped sharply, grunting with a rough forward push inside you, fucking his cum deep into your cunt with a few jerky pivots, hissing at how tight you were gripping him 

he helped you ride it all out, grinding against your g-spot and massaging over your clit until you could no longer handle the paired sensations, real tears of overstimulation streaking down your cheeks and onto his arm 

when he pulled out he carefully laid you on your back, resting on his knees beside your head with a heavy lidded adoring gaze, clearing away the invisible strands of hair by your sticky forehead 

“you still with me?” he mouthed and you rolled your eyes lightheartedly, chuckling airily with a curt nod 

“yeah.” you sighed, shuffling onto your side with your arm supporting the weight of your head, peering at him as he remained eye level to you in his kneeled position on the ground 

“do you want to…be with me…again?” he whispered, having inched closer, his nose gently nudging your cheek and eyelashes tickling your skin, his warm question fanned over your lips 

you paused, taking a moment to inhale a deep breath, exhaling softly and quietly 

“do you think you can stay good for me?” you half teasingly asked, mostly to cut the tension that was making your heart race, cupping his cheek with your free hand 

he nodded with earnestness in your palm, holding your hand in his large one, dragging his thumb over your knuckles 

“let me think about it, okay?” you answered softly but more seriously, your eyes flickering between his 

he smiled sadly, nodding as he turned to kiss your wrist. “okay.”

[liliacsdelight]

No Hands, No Mercy

Mean man x Black!Gn!Reader

◌.˚1,897 words, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), riding, pet names/name-calling (e.g., sweetheart, toy, nasty slut, etc), bondage, dirty talk, degradation & praise, post-sex use, oral, face-fucking, creampie (wrap it), etc◌.˚

Idk about this one...

  ◌.˚18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽◌.˚

Your wrists are bound behind your back, tight and high between your shoulder blades. Ankles wide, knees sinking into the sheets. You're already shaking. Already dripping. And he hasn’t even touched you yet.

He’s sitting back against the headboard, broad, solid, legs spread. One hand resting on his thigh, the other lazily stroking himself while he watches you try to breathe through it.

“You’re taking your sweet fuckin’ time,” he says, voice low and full of that rough disapproval that makes your stomach flip. “Wasn’t this what you wanted? Hm?”

You bite your lip. Wobble your hips. Try to lift yourself onto him, knees trembling without your hands to help you balance. He chuckles meanly. Doesn’t lift a finger.

“No, don’t ask for help now,” he says. “You wanted to ride. You begged for it. So go on.”

You let out a desperate breath. Lower yourself, thighs trembling, until the thick head of his dick presses just barely where you need it.

He watches you. Doesn’t blink.

“You even gonna be able to take it?” he says. “You’re all wobbly. Shakin’. Don’t go dumb on me already, baby—we haven’t even started.”

You whimper. And then you sink down. It’s instant that burn, that stretch, that raw, impossible fullness. You moan like you can’t help it, chest arching, back tensing against the strain of your bound arms.

He groans low more possessive than pleased.

“There you go,” he breathes. “Take it all. Mghn—Fuck, that’s tight.”

You bottom out and shudder. You’re trembling from trying to keep yourself upright hands bound, thighs screaming, sweat starting to slick your skin already.

He leans forward just a little. Slaps your thigh.

“Move.”

You flinch. He grins.

“You're not just gonna lay there and look ruined, sweetheart. You’re gonna use me. Come on, fuck that desperate little hole on me like you're supposed to.”

You bite back a moan. Start to move. Slow at first lifting and rolling your hips, breath catching every time you drop down again. His dick drags against your insides just right, just sharp enough to make your vision spot.

“Look at that,” he says, watching every twitch, every bounce. “Barely holding yourself up. Whinin’ already.”

You gasp your arms burn behind you, tied tight, no leverage to steady yourself. Just your thighs, your will, and his filthy words.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, tone dark and lazy. “Bet you can feel me everywhere, huh?”

You nod, panting.

He reaches up, grabs your jaw. Tilts your face down to meet his eyes.

“I wanna see it when you lose it,” he says. “You hear me? Keep lookin’ at me while you ride me like a good fuckin’ toy.”

You cry out—louder now—as you bounce harder, sloppier, your body folding into itself. Your legs start to shake, thighs spasming, breath hitching in and out of your chest.

You’re close. Too close. And he knows.

He grabs your hip, slams you down harder. Keeps you there.

“You gonna cum like this? Tied up, no hands, ridin’ me like you’re fuckin’ starved for it?”

You whimper. Nod. Plead.

“Do it,” he rasps. “Come on. Cum for me. Prove who owns this dick.”

You fall apart—everything clenching, locking, shattering around the thick, brutal pressure of him inside you. You gasp his name, head thrown back, back arching hard.

And then he moves.

He starts fucking up into you—brutal, deep thrusts while you’re still trembling from the high, while your arms are still bound, while you can’t do anything but take it.

You scream. You can’t help it.

“You thought we were done?” he snaps. “Nah. I ain’t lettin’ you off that easy.”

You’re drooling. Shaking. Wrecked. And he’s loving it. One hand gripping your hip, the other sliding between your cheeks to stroke right over your slick hole.

“Look at this mess,” he says. “All this for me. And you ain’t even touched yourself once.”

You moan—it’s too much, you can’t keep up—“Yeah,” he rasps. “Now ride.”

You do. Broken. Gutted. Unraveling all over again with his dick still thick and heavy inside you. And when he cums—loud, possessive, still holding your hip like he owns every twitch in your body—he keeps you there.

Still tied. Still full. Still shaking.

“Next time,” he breathes, lips brushing your shoulder, “I tie you tighter. And make you cum ‘til you cry for me.”

𒈔ٍ⃛

You're still shaking. Arms pulled behind you, wrists bound raw. Hips trembling. His cum leaking out of you, slick between your thighs, staining your skin and the sheets beneath.

He hasn’t untied you. He hasn’t moved.

Just sits back against the headboard, chest rising slow, cock still wet and half-hard between his thighs. Watching you like he’s not finished—because he’s not.

“You think we’re done?” he says, voice low, still catching on breath. “That you get to just lay there, leakin’ all pretty, after ridin’ me like that? Half-assed?”

You don’t answer. Can’t. Not with your throat dry and your brain fogged. He leans forward, grabs your chin.

“Didn’t fuck that mouth,” he murmurs. “Guess I oughta fix that.”

You whine. He smirks.

“C’mere.”

He manhandles you down, rough but sure—fists in your hair, dragging you off his lap and onto your knees between his legs. You’re still bound, arms behind your back, shoulders aching. You wobble. He spreads his thighs wider, slaps his heavy cock across your cheek.

“Open.”

You do. Mouth wide, lips slick, eyes already glassy.

“Yeah,” he mocks. “That’s what I thought.”

He guides your head down, lets you wrap your lips around him. You taste yourself. Him. Sweat and filth and ownership.

And he doesn’t let you go slow. He rocks up into your mouth—steady thrusts, cock dragging along your tongue, pushing deep. You gag. He groans.

“Damn... that mouth,” he mutters. “So soft. So good. Should’ve fucked your face first.”

You choke again—spit spilling down your chin. He doesn’t stop.

“You like that?” he askes. “Tied up, gettin’ used like a fuckin' slut?”

You moan. He slaps your cheek with the head of his cock again.

“Sloppy mess. That’s what you are. You gonna clean me up like a good little thing, or I gotta choke it down your throat myself?”

You answer the only way you can—swallowing him deep, sucking hard, tongue messy and hungry as you hollow your cheeks.

He hisses, hand tight in your hair.

“Just like that,” he breathes. “Take all of it. Worship it. Show me how good you take it.”

You suck harder. Filthy. Desperate. He twitches in your mouth. Grunts. Hips stuttering.

“Fffuck. Gonna make me cum again. Gonna fill that throat until you're choking on it.”

You moan around him, swallowing when he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes water. Your jaw aches. Your arms burn. And you love it.

He cums with a curse—deep, hot, brutal. His grip tight in your hair. His thighs tensed around your head. You gag once, twice, but you don’t pull back.

You take it. All of it.

When he finally lets go, you’re still panting, spit-slick and ruined. He grabs your jaw, makes you look up at him.

“Now that’s a fuckin’ sight,” he mutters. “Mouth wrecked. Body used. And still so fuckin’ eager.”

You can’t speak. He leans down, kisses your forehead. Tender in a cruel way.

“All mine,” he whispers.

And you know it’s true, because you’re still on your knees waiting for more.

◌.˚𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰◌.˚

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