pussywhipped!eren obsessed with finger fucking you
word count: 557
content warnings: rough fingering, male masturbation, cursing, slight dirty talk
He's able to feel your warmth, wetness and depth in such detail that he feels the phantom sensations run along his dick. The pleasure oscillates through him, pooling in his shaft and making it twitch. He treats fingering like fucking, completely absorbed by the motions as his mouth gapes and his eyes grow lidded. A pink dusting covers his face as he stares at your pussy shamelessly, groaning at the sight.
He finger fucks you deeper, curling his fingers to try and find impossible to reach spots inside of you, shuddering at the thought of his cock gliding against your insides instead. But, his imagination is so incredibly strong, his cock is already leaking from the fantasy.
It's even hotter when he brings a hand down to fist himself at the same time. He keeps his rhythm consistent, matching the pace of his pistoning fingers inside of you to the desperate tugs at his length. He doesn't hold back his moans or his movements, bucking his hips up into his hand as he begins to thrust his digits into you at a pace that sends your body gently bouncing up and down against the sheets. He loves it. "Fuck-"
The view of your body makes his cock impossibly harder. "Look at you..." His knuckles repeatedly slam at your entrance from the depth of his fingers, his lip finding its way between his teeth. And he knows he's supposed to focus on you. He knows he's supposed to make you feel good. He knows he's supposed to give you what you want. But, he can't stop fingering you just the way he likes it.
He selfishly fills you to the brim before scissoring his fingers inside of you and peering at the hole he creates. Once he sees it, he throbs. He throbs because seeing the wet, wide hole he had created inside of you has his balls draining and his shaft filling up. "Oh fuck."
He thrusts his hips forward, fucking his fist as he topples over the point of no return. He knows you'll be pissed at his premature high but the pleasure clouds his mind to the point where it becomes an afterthought. He curls his fingers into you, hard and fast, getting off at the feeling of your pussy until the pleasure becomes too much to handle. He lets go, letting out a tight groan in sync with the flex of his abs.
His hand stutters as he cums, the jerk of his cock sending ropes of sperm spilling over you. His body sways as the waves of his orgasm crash over him and his eyes flutter shut. Nevertheless, he revels in the feeling of his heightened pleasure by slowly gliding his fingers through your insides. He imagines filling you up, stuffing you with his seed until you're full to the brim; it only draws his orgasm out for longer.
And, when he's done, he opens his eyes to see your furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips. From there, he's spitting out apologies and rushing to retrieve a towel for you.
authors note: not sure how i feel about writing drabbles yet... i still prefer fics overall but drabbles are so quick and fun! i feel like i could get through a lot of requests this way. i won't be fully converting to drabbles though i just wanted to post something 😁
oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.
you want to go shopping? here's his card.
you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!
you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.
he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.
he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping bags in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.
he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.
he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.
he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."
The first thing Levi notices about you is that you don’t flinch.
Most recruits do.
Some straighten when he walks by. Others avoid eye contact entirely. A few practically stop breathing whenever he enters a room.
You just glance up from cleaning your gear and continue what you’re doing.
It annoys him immediately.
You were transferred into his squad after proving yourself during an expedition. Not the strongest soldier he’d seen. Not the fastest but the most reliable , competent, stubborn, and apparently incapable of being intimidated.
Levi discovers this during your first week.
“Your blade maintenance is sloppy.”
You glance down.
“No it isn’t.”
Levi stares.
Most people would apologize instantly.
You don’t.
Instead, you point toward the hinge.
“The oil’s fresh. The edge is sharpened. The locking mechanism isn’t worn.”
Levi narrows his eyes.
“So unless there’s something specific wrong with it, Captain, I think it’s fine.”
The nerve.
The absolute nerve.
Levi snatches the blade from your hand.
Inspects it before realizing you were right. “…Fine.” He mumbled, walking away with a slightly clenched jaw.
It becomes a pattern.
Not disrespect.
You always follow orders.
Always.
You simply refuse to treat Levi like some untouchable legend.
If he says something wrong, you point it out.
If you disagree, you say so.
If he’s being unreasonable—“You’re being unreasonable.”
Levi’s eye twitches. It always did when you said that.
The worst part? You aren’t usually wrong.
Which makes it significantly more irritating.
One afternoon the squad is cleaning headquarters.
Levi naturally inspects everyone’s work, being the clean freak he is he hates seeing even the slightest bit of dust somewhere.
When he finally checks on the area your cleaning, he pauses.
Everything is spotless.
Not clean.
Spotless.
Levi slowly looks around.
There weren’t any dust, stains, or even clutter.
You glance up from folding blankets.
“What?”
Levi studies the room.
“…Nothing.”
Then leaves.
During expeditions you become one of the few soldiers he never worries about.
You stay focused.
You don’t panic.
You don’t freeze.
You don’t need constant supervision.
When Levi gives an order, it’s done.
Immediately.
Correctly.
No questions.
No hesitation.
It’s infuriatingly convenient.
The first time Levi truly notices you is during a mission gone wrong.
A Titan appears from an unexpected direction.
One of the younger recruits freezes.
The Titan reaches.
Too fast.
Too close.
Everyone sees it.
Nobody can get there in time.
Except you.
You don’t think.
You move.
Your ODM gear screams.
Steel flashes.
You slam into the recruit, sending both of you crashing through tree branches.
The Titan misses by inches.
The recruit survives.
You don’t escape unharmed.
Your shoulder dislocates during the impact.
Levi arrives seconds later.
The mission continues, there’s no time for discussion.
But afterwards when the injured are being treated, Levi notices you sitting quietly while a medic forces your shoulder back into place.
No screaming, no complaints, just clenched teeth and a few beads of sweat.
The medic leaves. You think you’re alone.
Then—“That was reckless.”
You look up.
Levi.
Of course it was.
“Thanks.” You said, letting out a sigh as you adjusted in your seat.
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“The recruit lived.”
“You could’ve died.”
You shrug.
“So could they.”
Levi’s expression hardens.
For a moment he looks genuinely angry.
Not annoyed, but angry.
Then he leaves.
You stare after him, confused.
For some reason Levi becomes more critical afterward.
He corrects you more.
Watches you more.
Seems irritated by your existence more than usual.
You assume he’s just being Levi.
You don’t realize something has changed.
Because now when he sees you take risks—His chest tightens.
And he hates it.
The problem starts small.
Embarrassingly small.
Levi notices your laugh.
Not because it’s special.
Not because it’s beautiful.
Just because he hears it.
One afternoon.
Petra says something stupid, you laugh.
And Levi immediately realizes he’s memorized the sound.
Which is ridiculous.
Then he notices your smile.
Then the way you roll your eyes.
Then the way you cross your arms whenever you’re annoyed.
Then the way you mutter to yourself while working.
Then the way you always steal extra tea.
This is becoming a problem.
Because now he notices when you’re absent.
If you’re late to breakfast.
If you’re assigned elsewhere.
If he hasn’t seen you all day.
He notices. And he hates that too.
Meanwhile, you’re completely oblivious.
As far as you know? Levi barely tolerates you. The man spends half his time criticizing you. You assume that’s just how he expresses approval.
The expedition gets caught in a storm.
A bad one.
Visibility drops.
Snow blinds everyone.
Squads become separated.
Communication collapses.
And somehow you end up stranded with Levi.
Alone.
For the entire night.
You find shelter in an abandoned cabin.
It’s freezing.
Wind howls outside.
The walls shake.
Neither of you can leave until morning.
The silence is unbearable.
You sit near the fire.
Levi sits across from you.
Arms crossed.
Expression unreadable.
Hours pass.
Eventually you sigh.
“Are you always this pleasant?”
Levi looks up.
“Are you always this annoying?”
“There he is.”
“What does that mean?”
“That’s the Levi I know.”
A pause.
Then to your complete shock, his mouth twitches.
Not a smile.
Barely.
But enough.
You nearly fall over.
“Did you just almost smile?”
“No.”
“You did.”
“No.”
“You absolutely—”
“No.”
You grin while Levi looks away.
And for the first time since you’ve known him,
The atmosphere feels easy.
You talk for hours.
Not serious things just small things like story’s, complaints, observations.
Little pieces of yourselves.
Things neither of you share often.
By morning something feels different.
Neither of you mention it, but it’s there.
The realization comes much later.
And Levi hates every second of it.
You’re injured.
Not seriously.
Just enough to be confined to headquarters for recovery.
A few weeks.
Nothing dangerous.
But headquarters feels wrong.
Too quiet.
Too empty.
Levi catches himself looking for you.
Constantly.
In hallways.
At meals.
During meetings.
Everywhere.
Then one evening he finds himself standing outside your room.
For absolutely no reason.
Just standing there.
Staring at the door.
Like an idiot.
“…Tch.”
Because now he finally understands.
And understanding is significantly worse.
Because Levi Ackerman—Humanity’s strongest soldier has somehow fallen in love with the most stubborn woman in his squad.
And he has absolutely no idea what to do about it.
Meanwhile, inside your room—You’re staring at the ceiling.
Thinking about your captain.
Far more often than is probably healthy.
Wondering when exactly irritation turned into admiration, when admiration became something else.
Wondering why seeing him smile—once, barely—has occupied your thoughts for three weeks.
synopsis: a kid calls Jean your "husband" and that's all he can think of for the rest of the night.
pairing: jean kirschtein x fem! reader
word count: 3.6k
c.w: modern au!, trost is a modern city, fem! reader, making out outside, smut, shower s-x, p in v, lots of sweet talk, a little bit of dirty talk, disgusting fluff mixed with some smut.
Your heart was going was to burst out of your chest.
You’re not sure how to put it into words, the way he crouched down when you told him that your heels were hurting your feet, his big and warm hands working their way around your ankles to massage them. Or the way he looks up when you put your hand on top of his head, heat crawling up your neck when your eyes meet his.
Jean Kirtstein, the man who asked you to be his girlfriend a year and a half ago, was the text-book definition of the perfect man. An attentive lover, someone who pays attention to what you do or say — husband material. You would be lying if you said you didn’t think of marrying him six months into your relationship, but you knew it would be too soon to bring it up and you would hate to freak out the man.
Even then, what would you say? You treat me better than half of the men I have been with, and so now I need to marry you.
Yeah, that would sound absolutely insane.
Tonight was no different, you could feel the love pouring out of him with every move he made. The arm wrapped around your shoulders, the hand squeezing your arm to make sure that you were warm. Trost was known to be a rather cold city, especially at night, but it never stopped you from having your date nights.
“What are we watching next?” Jean leans down to stare at your phone with you. You were scrolling through the long movie list you had made together, reading carefully through the movie titles.
“We can do… Beautiful Boy? We haven’t watched it yet, surprisingly.” You look up at your boyfriend and he nods.
“Okay, Beautiful Boy.”
“Oh, I’m gonna ugly-cry though…”
Jean lets out a laugh before pressing his lips to the side of your head, pulling you closer to him. “Not the first time I’ve seen you cry.”
You roll your eyes before shoving your phone back in the pocket of your long coat. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Oh you do?” Jean smirks, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I would’ve never guessed.”
But before you could come up with your own smart retort, a rather loud bang interrupts your moment. It pulls you back to reality for a moment, and you find yourself holding onto your boyfriend’s arm.
“What was that?” You whisper, too nervous to step closer to the sound.
Jean immediately goes into protective mode, gently pushes you to hide behind him.
“Who is there?!” He yells out, all protective and serious as his eyes scan for potential danger. You would’ve run away, had it not been the alleyway that leads directly towards your apartment building.
Another soft, wet sound comes from the alleyway, but this time Jean squints as he takes a closer look at what was happening.
Orange, white, a little bit of black….white, and then orange again. Fur. There is fur everywhere, and multiple pairs of bright eyes stare directly into yours and Jean’s souls.
Cats were gathered around the dumpster, only distracted for a moment by your presence before diving back into their food. You step from around Jean and towards the animals, your voice careful and concerned.
“I hope they’re not eating something spoiled.”
And as if they could understand what you were saying, their gaze immediately shifts towards something in the sky.
Or more like someone.
“Miss! Watch out!” A child’s voice can be heard from above, and you look up at the third floor window.
Two kids — a boy and a girl, had their heads sticking out of the window. The light was very bright from where they were looking, and you assumed that they were probably in the kitchen.
“Oh,” you place a hand on your chest as you realize what was happening, and you turn to Jean with what he can only describe as the biggest smile on your face. “Look, I think they’re feeding them.”
Jean approaches you with a warm smile, reaching his hand towards your face where he gently holds your jaw before leaning down to kiss your forehead. His carefulness makes butterflies dance in your stomach, and you move closer to him as the two of you watch the cats eat.
“Mommy says we can’t go out and feed them at night.” It’s the boy who speaks up this time, his words laced with disappointment. Jean is quick to respond to him.
“Your mommy is right, it’s dangerous at night.”
“But you’re outside at night.” The pout is so evident in his voice that it makes you chuckle.
His sister hisses at him, quickly correcting him. “They’re grown ups, dummy! Grown ups can walk outside at night!”
“Then I wanna be a grown up some day!” The boy exclaims loudly, before tossing another piece of meat down to the cats.
It seems that this was a regular occurrence, as the cats look fairly healthy and are full after a couple of bites. The kids bid them goodbye very loudly, and then you hear a loud shush coming from inside their apartment.
“It’s way past your bedtime!”
“But mommy! It’s the weekend!”
“And I let you feed the cats, now it’s time to sleep.”
“I wanna say byebye to the nice lady and her husband!”
That elicits a chuckle from you and a surprised sound from Jean who looks down at you. “Am I just an accessory now?”
You wrap your arms around his middle. “A nice accessory.”
“Byebye!” Both kids wave at you, and you and Jean wave back as you watch them retreat inside.
“Goodnight!” You exclaim loud enough for both of them to hear, and their giggles echo through the night before the window closes and the rest of the conversation is muffled.
You stand there, your arms still wrapped around Jean before you feel his eyes on you, warm and adoring.
“What?” You can feel your cheeks warming up under his gaze, his firm body feeling extra nice against yours.
“Husband, huh?” He tucks a hair strand behind your ear, taking in your flustered look. “I like that. Do you?”
The question comes out soft, careful — this was Jean’s way of testing the waters, the relationship in itself. He wanted to make sure that you two were on the same page, that the past year and a half of you two being together has been just as amazing to you, as it has been fulfilling to him. He cradles your face with his hand, his thumb brushing against your warm cheek as you gaze at him lovingly.
“I love it.”
Your words hang in the air for a few moments, surrounded by the silence of the night and your mixed breaths. Your chest feels tight, eyes brimming with tears because this was so incredibly overwhelming yet steadying. Because this was Jean, this wasn’t the man who had stood you up or the one who made you pay despite being the one to invite you on a date, or the one who expected sex after one date.
This was Jean, and not your ex-boyfriend who had told you that he wasn’t ready for commitment after being in a relationship for a year, nor was he the man who ghosted you after three dates.
You tilt your head, melting against his touch and allowing him to take the lead from here.
And soon enough, he leans down and captures your lips with his in what starts out as a gentle kiss. A couple of pecks turned into deeper kisses, and in no time you were burying your hands in his hair, fingers pulling at his mullet. The action elicits a soft sound from the taller man who pushes you up against the nearest wall, not before stumbling a bit and giggling against each other’s lips.
“Would’ve been bad if you fell.” He whispers in between kisses, his hand resting on the back of your head whilst the other grips your hip. You can feel the self-restraint slipping with each kiss, and it makes your body feel warm as you smile against his lips.
“You would’ve fallen with me so I don’t get embarrassed.” You tease him, your finger poking at his cheek and he chuckles, his hand falling from your head. He was now fully gripping your hips, caging you between the wall and his body.
“Mmm, my girl knows me so well.” He nudges your nose with his, smiling at your euphoric giggles. His lips attach against your cheek, then your jaw and down to your neck as you gasp in between giggles.
“Jean!”
“My girl, my wife,” he says the petname with so much pride, so much possessiveness that you could’ve sworn you felt your heart was about to explode.
“I have a feeling you like the sound of that,” you tease the man, brushing his hair away from his face before holding it in your hands. “Your face feels warm.”
“I love it,” he kisses the palm of your hand, before melting against your touch. “You have no idea.”
“Oh I think I do.” You whisper with a shy smile, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “My husband.”
Jean’s eyes widen for a moment, a strong feeling washes over him before he squeezes his eyes shut. He takes the hand that is holding his face before kissing it — its palm, its knuckles, repeatedly and so lovesick that you could feel your heart in your throat.
And then he opens his eyes, and his stomach flips at the way you’re looking at him. All flushed, almost drunk off his love for you. You were breathing hard, chest heaving as you stared at him as if he held the key to all of your secrets. Like he was the answer to all of your problems, as if existing without him was the worst and most unforgivable sin.
He pauses. Because telling you what he was thinking would ruin it, saying out loud that he was thinking of a million ways to have a conversation with your family about proposing to you would ruin the surprise. Because revealing that he had been saving up for a ring for the past six months would make you worry about him, about whether or not he was using his own salary for himself.
Jean knows you like the back of his hand. And he knows that if he were to propose tomorrow, with a paper ring and a shoebox for a house, you would accept.
But he would never do that — you were his princess, his sweetheart, his love. He was going to make you live out the fairytale of your dreams.
—
It should be illegal to be this attracted to your partner.
Jean’s eyes have been devouring your body ever since you got home, watching you walk around your shared bedroom then head for the bathroom. He leans against the doorframe as you remove your make-up, getting ready for the night as you grab a towel and your skincare products. Sensing his presence, you look at your boyfriend and smile.
“What?” you step closer to the shower before turning on the faucet. Jean quietly moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.
“I can scrub your back?” He whispers against your cheek, groaning loudly when the smell of your perfume hits his nostrils. You giggle, a bit taken aback by his boldness.
“You never just scrub my back.” You point out, and the taller man playfully bites down on your earlobe.
“Did I say just scrub your back?” His hands sneakily find their way on your bare thighs, traveling their way up and under the fabric of your dress. “Scrub your back, wash your hair—”
Your hands rest on his toned forearms, smiling to yourself when you feel him squeeze your thighs.
“Soap my body too?”
This elicits another groan from Jean, and he swiftly reaches for the zipper of your dress. “Alright, let’s take it off.”
You can’t help but laugh at the urgency in his voice, but you’re also deeply flustered by how easy it is to make his self control crumble.
“Don’t forget yourself,” you mutter as he finishes unzipping your dress, taking a step back so you can step out of it and stand in front of him wearing only panties. With deliberate slowness, you undo the clasp of his belt and let it slide free. You thread it carefully through your fingers before gently yanking Jean towards you.
You continue to lift the leather belt through its loops, your other hand undoing the buttons of his white blouse. You let the belt drop to the floor, the sound of metal clanking against the tiles echoing through the bathroom, then you move closer to the man until your boobs are pressed against his bare chest.
The air is charged as you wrap your arms around his neck, a bashful smile dancing on your lips. “I wanna see all of you as well.”
Whatever self-restraint Jean had is long gone the moment he feels your skin against his. His lips crash against yours, messy and hurried as he swallows your sounds with his mouth. His big, warm hands grope your ass cheeks as you press your groin against his, gasping against his lips when you feel the growing bulge against your stomach.
You open your eyes, half-lidded and glossed over as you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath. But Jean captures your lips again, and you gasp when he pushes you up against the cold shower glass.
“I know baby,” your stomach twists at his tone — teasing yet mocking, and you pout at the man when you notice his playful smile. “Look at your nipples, they’re hard.”
He wastes no time in touching you, his thumb roughly grazing over the sensitive bud. Your back arches at the touch, your hand resting on his chest to make a small distance between the two of you.
“The water’s running.”
With a soft push, you put a little distance between the two of you before easing the glass door aside, Jean’s gaze following you. You step under the running water, making sure that your back was facing Jean as your fingers slide under the edge of your underwear. Looking over your shoulder, you send Jean a smile as you gradually work your underwear down and over your hips.
Once fully naked, you hear rustling coming from outside of the shower and smile to yourself as you see Jean yanking his blouse off his body then practically jumping out of his pants and boxers.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, d’you know that?”
You gasp as you feel his hands on your boobs, shamelessly groping and fondling them as you reach for the body wash. You hum in response, pushing your ass back so that it grazes his now fully erect cock. Immediately, Jean folds against you as he rests his forehead against your shoulder.
“Are you okay baby?” you ask and Jean can tell you’re finding this way too amusing.
“Mmmm,” is all he can say as he pushes his cock against your ass, his hand sliding down from your boob down to your stomach. It rests on your pubic bone, and the tall man can tell that you’re slowly losing patience as well just from the way your body was reacting to him.
You shudder at the feeling, hips bucking up. You wish he could just fuck you stupid, but a part of you was enjoying the build up a little too much.
“Was just thinking,” his chin is now propped on your shoulder, eyes staring down at your boobs and the rest of your body. “About how bad I want to fuck you.”
You sigh, cheeks flaring up at his dirty confession. Your hand reaches behind you to cradle his face, and you turn your head to look at him. “How bad do you want to fuck me, Jean?”
Pressing his forehead against yours, Jean carefully nudges the tip of his cock against your wet folds. It’s a euphoric feeling despite the lack of penetration, and he basks in the way your face contorts and twists when he swipes the tip of his cock over your clit.
“Til you feel it in your stomach, baby.”
You bite down on your lip, sighing at his words. “Please.”
The first thrust feels like you have been sent to heaven and back. It feels good, comforting, your warm walls hugging his cock so tight that Jean curses under his breath and bites down on your shoulder to suppress his own noises.
“Fuuuck, you’re so tight. Don’t I fuck you enough, huh? How’s this pussy still so fucking tight?”
You can only moan in response as you start to fuck yourself back against him, a gutteral sound escaping Jean as he watches your ass recoil with each thrust. He only lets you do the work for a couple of moments before his hand hooks under your leg, lifting it up as he starts to fuck you hard.
You gasp, holding yourself up against the wall as your eyes roll back.
The obscene sound of his cock pumping in and out of you fills the bathroom, the large vein that wraps around his dick dragging against your folds with each thrust. And he reaches so deep inside you that it elicits an embarrassing moan out of you, one that has you covering your mouth.
“Don’t hide from me,” Jean quickly removes your hand from over your mouth, his pace quickening. The tip of his cock reaches spots inside you that your own fingers can’t, and you quickly figure out that holding up your leg allows him to reach even deeper if possible.
The light-brown-haired male can no longer hide his own sounds, as the lewd sound of his hips violently slamming against yours were the only thing to reach his ears. The feeling of your tight pussy is the one thing that he can feel in his entire body, and he makes it his mission to make you cum as hard as you can.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”
He holds you up well, making sure that you were balancing yourself well as he continues to fuck you with your leg in the air. Your leg starts shaking when the tip of his cock grazes that spot, and so he frees your leg before wrapping his arms around your body. With embarrassing ease, Jean manhandles you so that you are pressed face first against the glass door of the shower.
“What I’d take to see what you look like right now,” he mumbles against your ear, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. He starts to fuck you again, this time going so deep that you could almost feel him in your stomach.
It makes your eyes roll back, your cheeks stinging from the heat as your body gives out and lets him take full control. You rest your forehead against the glass when the pleasure becomes mind-numbing, your hands reaching behind you to grip his forearms as he continues to fuck you so good.
“Oh my god Jean, oh my god—”
“Don’t stop?” His voice was strained, he was close too.
“Please!”
Saying the magic word always got you what you wanted. Jean’s hips are relentless as he continues to slam the tip of his cock exactly how you liked. Coupled with his hands gripping your hips so possessively, your orgasm hits you like a train.
Your body shakes, goosebumps forming all over your skin as your pussy gushes on his cock. And you can’t stop cumming, Jean’s cock keeps fucking into you as he chases his own release and mutters filthy words of praise against your hair.
“My perfect woman, my pretty wife taking my cock like a fucking champ.” His moan is long and drawn and you cry out even more when you feel his hand go around your body to rub at your poor and neglected clit. “You’re so fucking good for me, you’re gonna cum for me again. Right?” His teeth sink into your earlobe and you sigh, your body temperature rising as you nod.
“Yeah!”
“Good girl.”
Jean gives one final slam of his hips before he’s emptying himself inside your pussy, cock nestled between your tight and warm walls. You take a moment to catch your breath, your body still twitching and recovering from what just happened.
You tell your boyfriend that you two need to hurry and wash up before the warm water runs out, and he jumps in action as he scrubs both your body and his, rinsing with water before stepping out to grab towels for the two of you.
By the time he returns with a warm towel, you’re trembling from the cold.
“Sorry I took too long.” You shake your head, letting him wrap the towel around your body.
“It’s okay,” you smile as you kiss his cheek. “Cover yourself or you’ll get sick.”
Jean kisses your forehead before patting your butt. “Go get dressed, you look like a poodle.”
You feign being offended as you gasp. “Take it back!”
“Thought you liked me for my honesty!”
You shout from the bedroom. “No! I liked you because you were tall and handsome!”
You hear Jean make the same noise you made earlier. “My girlfriend is shallow?!”
“Better break up with me.” you say playfully and Jean pops his head from the bathroom, his face all serious.
he’s fucking you sooo well, but you can’t help but wanna know what’s going on back there! you turn your head with all the strength you can muster and you push your hand against his abdomen. his thrusting comes to a halt as he looks down at you in confusion.
“w-hah- what’s wrong?” he asks, sweat clinging to his built body. you huff and start to pout, your eye brows crinkling in frustration. “i can’t see what you’re doin’ back there! what if you’re laughin’ at me?” you pout, kicking your feet to add to your point. he just laughs at your silliness, rolling his eyes. “wanna switch?” he asks, starting to pull out. you wave your hand and yell out a quick “no!” and he puts his hands up in defense and start to push back inside.
“what are we gonna do about our little dilemma, huh?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles on your hips. “hmm. . .” you pause to think. your eyes shift to your phone — a bright idea popping into your head. “how about you just record! so i can make sure you’re not doin’ any funny business back there.” you grin while handing him your phone. he leans over and practically shoves his tongue into your mouth, bringing a hand up to cup your cheeks.
“you’re so not real, baby.”
blehhh i’m thinking about toji, sukuna, baji, itoshi sae, aizawa, zoro, connie, ony, and any of your faves
tags: modern au levi ackerman, levi x female reader, marriage, no smut just levi being a doting husband
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.✦ ݁˖ Levi Ackerman does not play about you. Not very many things in his life cause a big reaction from him, he's a very rational and logical man who is the furthest thing from “quick to anger”. But that goes completely out the window when somebody disrespects you. He’s very quick to say “Do not talk to/about my wife that way” when he feels as if your boundaries are being pushed, especially if it happens to be another man. Levi will shut that shit down in seconds
.✦ ݁˖ When it comes down to children, he would only want them if you did. if you wanted a big family, you’d get it. if you were the one and done type, he was fine with that. if you wanted none, that was okay too. Kids or no kids, he still wanted to spend his life with you. though if it was up to him, he’d have one kid. He always saw himself as a girl dad, anytime he ever imagined his future with kids in it, he just always pictured a little girl with his attitude and her moms face. He knew he wanted to be a girl dad when his much younger cousin Mikasa was born, he was just a teenager back then but he knew, if he ever had kid’s he would want a daughter.
.✦ ݁˖ being his wife means inevitably dealing with living with a clean freak, sometimes you feel anxious about it. you know how to clean, but the being micromanaged about it by him sometimes gets on your nerves and is one of the few things that you two argue about. He’s particular about how everything from the microwave to windows are cleaned, and sometimes it feels like its never good enough for him. He doesn't mean to nag you, it just slips out and before he knows it you're upset. He always apologizes, not the type of man to be too prideful to admit when he did something wrong
.✦ ݁˖ He doesn't want you to work, but he does want you to do something with your days. he’s willing to pay for any hobby you want, books, art supplies, classes for anything. he would also support you working if thats what you wanted. he has no desire to mold you into any specific shape, you don't have to be anything you don't wanna be to be loved by him. he just wants you to be happy
.✦ ݁˖ the idea of cheating has never once crossed his mind, but he’s also not the type to be rude to women just because he has a wife. as his wife you're so secure in knowing he would never cheat on you that you didn't mind when he was polite to other women. holding doors, offering to carry heavy things, having female friends at work, none of it bothered you. that man wouldn’t cheat on you if someone had a gun to his head
.✦ ݁˖ Levi hoards anything that reminds him of you. he has an entire folder on his phone of just random pictures he’s taken of you over the years, he has a handful of your hair ties hanging from his turn signal in his car, he saves every single note you put in his lunch box for work, has kept every single random thing you've ever given him, from well thought out presents, to a tiny “good job!” star sticker you jokingly stuck to his forehead years ago (its now the only sticker on his work computer) nothing given to him by your hands is too insignificant for him to keep
.✦ ݁˖ Makes you go to the doctor because he knows you’ll put it off. he doesn't play about your wellbeing at all, his greatest fear is losing you so you best believe you will be getting a check up every year and will be questioned about every thing pertaining to your body. “how much coffee have you had to drink today?” “when was your last period?” “have you been taking your medications? with food and water?”. lord help you if one of your answers causes him to worry, because he will stay worrying about it until the problem is solved.
.✦ ݁˖ Loves your cooking more than any restaurant and definitely gained a little weight after you and him moved in together. which was great as he had always been too skinny and overly picky with food. nowadays he will eat anything you put in-front of him even if its something he thinks he wont like, somehow you just make it taste like heaven. he was always picky as a kid and as a teen, but something about your cooking just makes even basic things taste better. You love baking, so you were always in the kitchen whipping up cookies, muffins, pies, cakes. Levi always did have a sweet tooth, so waking up to gourmet level cookies his wife got bored and made at 2am was always treat
.✦ ݁˖ His mother kuchel adores you, and is so happy her son found someone like you. he was always a loner as a kid and teen and didn't get out much. He didn't date throughout high-school at all and it made his mother wonder if he was even attracted to other people. She was the first person he told when he met you, said there was a woman he met and he didn't know how to feel about you, said he felt weird around you. how his heart would start racing and he would start getting nervous and would get this stutter. Kuchel had to ask him, “have you considered maybe you like this woman and don't know it yet?”, that was the day Levi realized, yes, he did infact like you
.✦ ݁˖ It took over a year after that for him to actually admit it to you, and when he did it wasn't exactly how he planned. The feelings just boiled over one random day and he told you everything, letting it slip that he loved you. He was sure you were gonna get uncomfortable and leave, he was prepared for it. but to his surprise, you told him you felt the same. You two had been inseparable ever since. You two moved rather fast after that, within 5 months you had moved in together, and within a year you were married
🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how aot men would treat their himbo incubus! ~
·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑
cw — ftm!reader. lots of rough sex. dumbification. overstimulation. breeding to the max. size kink. spanking. masochism(?) oral sex. throat fucking. cumshot. multiple orgasms.
◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : i made this while violently down horrendous for aot men jfc i was possessed anyways! this will be my last post as im going on a trip soon, so enjoy! 🎀
₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑
to be blunt, eren can be a bit of a meanie! after all, you came at such a poor time. the man was too busy jerking off to whatever porn he found, desperately trying to get himself off when you came and ruined his orgasm. as if you weren’t enough of a nuisance, you proceeded to act dumb in front of an annoyed and furiously horny eren. you’re sweet babbling came to a rude halt once the brunette grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your stomach while you faced the end of the bed. you couldn’t get a word in before you felt something pry at your soaked pussy, turning your head to see your mortal host push himself inside of you and violently snapping his hips against yours. it was only the beginning of his frustrated tirade on your poor cunt, maybe you should’ve shut your mouth or be a little more considerate of your hosts!
“h-hah..eren! g-gentle!—“ you whined like a bitch in heat, only to be met with another harsh smack on your bare ass that was littered in eren’s handprints. you couldn’t help but look back through puffy, wet eyes at the mortal who was fucking you with such ferocity. a green eyed glare made you turn away in embarrassment, before a hand forced you to face him again. god, the way he looked at you could easily rival every man you stole an orgasm from. “e-eren..” you moaned, earning you a hard snap from his hips as he leaned closer to you. the smell of cigarettes still lingered around him.
“who’s fault is it that you got yourself in this mess? hm? not me. now shut up and take my cock like a good little incubus..”
₊˚ෆ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍
secretly (not really tho), jean adores your naivety. even more so knowing exactly what you are, i mean, how can a literal sex demon be so stupid? a question he’ll never get answers to, but why matter? not when you finally find him in a state of carnal desire. jean will never forget your cute dumb face once you saw his hard cock out in full fuckin’ glory. he was huge, so huge, you struggled to take in his girth. pathetic kitty licks ‘n kisses on his leaking tip to helplessly grinding on his length, it only turned him on even more. enough to where you already completed your task, and yet here you were, continuously pumped full of his cum inside your ruined cunt. the best part? jean wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, not until you stop making that stupid fucked out face that only gets him hard all over again!
seven rounds later and he still was nowhere near done. your incubus mark that rested on your womb glowed furiously in a hot pink shade, signifying your pleasure and satisfaction with your host. jean knew damn well of this, but continued to fuck you cum filled cunt as a pace only a rabbit could possibly do. “jean..! i-i can’tttt! too much! ah!” you babbled through drool soaked lips, only to be silenced by a sloppy kiss from him. he couldn’t even kiss you properly while being pussydrunk beyond oblivion. lifting you head, you watched in awe at the sight of jean stuffing your pussy full of cock, a small bump in your womb from how many times he creampied you.
“stay with me baby, i know you can take another one in you..you’re doing such a good job f’me love. shit..!”
₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍
the short and sweet of this man is how little he takes your bullshit. trying to get a good night sleep was difficult enough with your constant whining for attention. you were waiting for a chance to get your cunt pounded by the mortal, only to see him trying to go to sleep instead. however, your efforts weren’t in vain, as levi shot up and yanked you over his lap. you could feel his dick growing harder and harder in his pants as he tore off your flimsy thong that barely covered shit. a calloused hand came down on your bare ass, a sharp smack! startled you as your body jolted forwards only to be pulled back roughly by levi. hit after hit, the pain became an intoxicating pleasure as your cunt soaked itself in arousal, your painfully swollen clit begging to be touched. unfortunately, levi wasn’t the easiest to falter.
smack! a yelp tore out of your sore throat followed by a weak whine, the stinging pain slowly numbing your ass before you were forced back down to earth by another harsh strike. “no..no more..! hurts t-too mu—“ SMACK! another strike startled you from your rambling, almost falling off of levi’s lap where he pulled you up roughly by the tail and secured you tightly. you didn’t have to look at him to know how fed up he was with you antics, or how aroused he was. you wanted so badly for him to just have his way with you, spitting you open and bruising your insides. a tinge of regret only grew bigger as his painfully obvious boner poked at your thigh. fuck, he was hung down there, if only you just behaved yourself!
“what’s the matter? quit squirming like a brat and sit the fuck still. you asked for this.”
₊˚ෆ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍
did you piss of this literal giant on purpose? maybe, and what’s wrong with that? infiltrating a wet dream of him getting sucked off by some rando he found hot, fusing reality with fantasy until it abruptly ended before he could cum. you couldn’t help but giggle at poor reiner, well, until he forced you onto your knees and finished the damn job himself. it didn’t matter how many cocks you’ve swallowed, you struggled to take reiner’s full length as he mercilessly fucked your throat inch by inch until your nose was touching his pubic hairs. the stretch of his girth had your throat and mouth stuffed full until you couldn’t utter a word out. don’t think he’ll stop there either! the moment his dick twitches, he’ll pull out and cum all over that pretty face of yours. such an erotic sight gets him hard all over again, only this time, he’ll breed your throat full.
“atta boy. putting that mouth to good fucking use after that stunt you pulled..don’t worry, i’m not even close to done.”
notes: i’m finally back with more aot!! i’m officially finished with exams so, i’ve decided to drop this & 3 other posts lmao. i’m feeding you. you’re welcome.
☆ eren jaeger
oh, your parents freeaaakkk out. what do you mean their child is dating the TITAN boy that they’ve heard so much about? last they heard, he went mad and all! when he meets them, you guys have to meet at a cafe or something cause they’re genuinely terrified he’s gonna accidentally transform, destroy their house and kill them. eren acts like something you’ve never seen before, he’s clearly extremely nervous. i’m talking posture straight, hands firmly in his lap, laughing at every joke your dad makes etc. even after the first meeting your parents were very concerned about your safety… however, after many more meet ups, many talks (and a lot of convincing) they come around to eren. they soon realise he’s just a young boy whose had some very strange, very bad luck. they call him ‘special’.
☆ mikasa ackerman
an angel, obviously. mikasa is the best of both worlds, let me explain; not only is she a bad bitch whose strength been compared to that of an army of 100 men, she’s also a really good cook & homemaker! she helps your parents with chores like laundry, helps your mum cook etc. and on the flip side, she can slit several titans napes in record time so, your parents KNOW your protected around her & she can make a lovely dinner too! anyways, she is still her reserved-self when meeting them but, she makes sure to engage in conversation to impress them. after the first meeting, your parents loved her! they thought she was timid but just a super sweet girl, although they had a lot of questions about her scar…
anyways! she’s definitely the type of girlfriend to talk shit about you with your own parents 😔. i just know you’ve walked into the kitchen on several occasions and mikasa is like “yeah i fold all of y/n’s clothes back in the barracks” and your parents are like “what?! that lazy git!” then you walk in and everyone’s side eyeing you…
☆ armin arlert
another angel i fear. quick everyone act surprised!! he’s totally and utterly nervous but, he puts on a brave face for you. however, by the time you guys are leaving, you’re walking out the front door, waving and saying your goodbyes.. after that front door shuts, armin starts grinning from ear to ear looking proper cheeky cause he KNOWS he’s just impressed them so much. your parents adore this boy!! and he knows it!! you poke and tease him for being so nervous earlier just to end up being like this but, seriously he’s so happy.
your parents could tell he was nervous from the get-go, his hands were shaking when he shook their hands bless him! they made sure to put in extra effort to make him feel super welcomed and comfortable, and clearly it worked. they really like him too i mean, what’s there not to like about armin? he’s incredibly intelligent, a sweet soul and loves their child, what more could they want?!
☆ jean kirstein
oh, when you meet jeans mum, she is just totally over the moon to have you round her house. and you just know you’re eating GOOODDD while you are there!! she is the warmest, most welcoming lady ever, she announces you as her child the moment you step through the door!
she genuinely adores you and wants you guys to get on sooo badly, she’s definitely overbearing (in a very nice way) at first and you feel sort of awkward… it’s a lot to take in & it’s all very fast and very aaahhhh!! however, after the first initial meeting within a few hours, she’s calmed down from the excitement, everyone is filled up with food and tired, so now you finally have a chance to have a nice, normal conversation and it was… amazing! as if she didn’t already love you now, she really loves you. also, jean turns into a total mamas boy when you go over her house.
☆ sasha braus
your parents had heard of her food loving ways from you and thankfully for sasha, your parents happen to be quite wealthy… wealthy enough to afford meat. they made sure to prepare a buffet for your guys’ arrival and this made her feel so happy and so welcomed :’). this definitely started a very quick and immediate spark between her and your parents.
we cant forget about sasha’s family, although it’s more difficult to meet them as they live in the wilderness. it took you a few months of dating sasha to meet her family & trust, they make you do everything they do m’kay. you get a bit of leeway because you’re new and don’t understand their way of living but, you’re going on hunts with them. this, as nerve wracking as it was, was actually a great way to bond!! you really bonded with sasha’s family over this mostly because you continuously asked for help so, they kinda had to talk to you… but, seriously it was great! (also you didn’t understand them very well through the whole trip because of their accents… lol)
☆ connie springer
oh, your parents are now his parents. sorry, he’s the favourite child, you and your siblings are cast aside when connie arrives on the scene. on a serious note, after his family’s death, he truly hasn’t been the same - it was heartbreaking for him in many ways and one being that they would never meet you. when you told your parents about this, they welcomed connie with open arms and made sure he felt more like a son than just their child’s partner.
and that happened, let me tell you. he’s actually their son, their favourite baby boy, i’m so serious😭. he gets babied and doted on more than you or your siblings AND oh my god, he bickers with your siblings too like poking them, tickling them, just ticking them off a littleeeee bit. but he makes up for it cause he does spoil them a lot too so they do really love him. he’s got the whole family wrapped around his little finger! your parents obviously just absolutely adore him and everything he does.
☆ reiner braun
such a gentleman, i think your mum (and dad) almost fell for him and your grandma definitely wanted a piece of this guy😭😭. i mean he turned up to the house arm in arm with you with PRESENTS, greeted himself extremely politely to your parents and your grandma, even kissing her a kiss on the hand (that’s when she swooned). he actually acted like a prince he was so polite and gentlemanly. and trust, he pulled out all the stops with jokes and stories just making your family love him even more, what a charismatic boy!
him and your grandma are the BEST of friends because tell me why you came home to see your lovely boyfriend in the barracks and he was just gone? THEN, when he came home later that evening, you found out he’d been shopping with your grandma? excuse me? he literally hangs out with her on his own!! but, don’t even get me started on the guilt and dread he feels knowing he hides a secret from now not only his partner but his partners lovely, welcoming family whom he’s grown to love too.
☆ annie leonhart
sweet, quiet girl next door vibes dare i say… only around your parents obviously, she can’t be seen in that light by anyone else. she just turns into the sweetest, most timid girl around your mum it was crazy! you obviously knew she wasn’t going to be her typical self like she is in training or whatever but, it was shocking how much she changed😭.
she offered to help your mum with cooking even though she wasn’t very good at it, so her and your mum bonded a lot over teaching her how to cook during the first meeting and several meetings after that. ever since the first time meeting your mum, annie has been taught to cook by her and she cooks you your mums meals all the time :’).
she yearns for you to meet her father. she loves him and you so much, she just knows your two would get on so well but, the circumstances just don’t allow that. but, in a way, she’s grateful for you and now your mother even if she does miss her father dearly, she’s happy to have a parent again & one that likes her so much!
☆ bertolt hoover
oh sweet boy is tossing and turning all night long thinking about having to meet your parents. he’s filled with nerves & your parents try their absolute hardest to make him feel comfortable but, everyone can tell he’s really on edge the whole time. that was until, he had a chance to play with your younger sibling. i don’t know if it’s because they’re young and therefore less threatening (and theres less of a need to impress them) but, bertolt really shone when he was with your younger sibling!! you saw the bert you knew except a bit more family-friendly.
safe to say, they grew an incredible bond from this point forward & it actually helped him become more comfortable around the adults in your family. obviously your parents thought his tenderness toward your younger sibling was just the sweetest. they thought their child is so lucky to have such a gentle soul as their boyfriend!
☆ levi ackerman
oh, he’s probably the worst out of everyone 😭😭. he’s so, shocked that you still have your parents? and siblings? he never really thought he’d end up in this situation so, i think externally he seems fine, he’s so nonchalant but, internally he’s freaking out baddddd.
when you first suggest the idea of him meeting your family, he outright wants to refuse (he doesn’t) but, he’s so terrified and i’m not being funny, this guy is supposed to be humans strongest solider and he’s getting ANXIETY over just regular people?! this is making him crash out. he agrees to meet them but trust, he makes sure his schedule is filled for the next month so he has extra time to freak the fuck out.
the day finally arrives, levi literally looks like he has a stick up his arse. his posture is crazy, his answers feel rehearsed (they are) LIKE he just needs to calm down. you have to give him a gentle squeeze of the hand, shoulder or knee to just rellaxxxx & he does, you can see him exhale and his shoulders become slump.
after a few more reassuring squeezes, taps and light shoves, he loosens up becoming less rehearsed and just being more real, more levi. your family think he’s just reserved but, he seems nice enough and of course, he’s like practically famous in paradis so… your family are pretty happy, lol. they’re a bit upset he’s seems awkward around them but, they understand he’s different around you & it’s always awkward meeting the family for the first time!!
☆ erwin smith
literally so calm and chill. i feel like out of everyone, he’s had the most relationship experience, he’s been there and done that, you know? he knows what parents want to hear or see from their child’s partner.
he is perfect. he’s not too uptight or too polite, he makes well-timed jokes and even jabs at the most playful family members which gets them giggling. he makes sure to show you small physical affection which in turn, your family notice and appreciate you two seem so in love. he makes sure to offer to do things such as, help set up the table, carry big bowls or heavy items to the table & trust; he is complimenting the shiiittt out of the food.
he’s just got this whole meeting the family thing down to an art form, honestly. i’m making it sound like he’s done this a million times, he hasn’t and to be fair, this is just his usual self just turned up a notch so your family love him that bit extra 😆.
and they do. they freaking love him. like i said, he was perfect! who doesn’t love perfect? your dad definitely wants to go golf with him, he’s obsessed.
☆ hange zoë
oh my, what an experience… definitely the kind of person to yap their way into being loved, haha. as soon as they enter your home it’s a lot “oh my god, so lovely to finally meet you! yeah, i’m amazing so, today actually something crazy happened—” “oh, i love the way you decorated the place, did you make this?” so casual, so talkative, so comfortable almost immediately even though (hange claims), they’re holding back the full extend of their personality, just giving them a glimpse.
your family loved this way of introducing and integrating themselves into the family though, it felt like a piece of the puzzle had been found when hange entered your home, even during the first meeting. your parents LOVE hange’s story and hyper energy. they bring life into the living room!
