He stood outside the courthouse, using the buildingās reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie sheād picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands sheād ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldnāt help but smile.
āMan, your wife is insane,ā an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.
Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. āYeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?ā He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. āIām literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, Iāve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.ā
He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. āAnd when this is all over, Iāll be paying her bail. Not because I have toābecause I want to. Sheāll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? Iāll give it to her. Every last bit.ā
His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. āBecause sheās my wife. And I wouldnāt have it any other way.ā
using your sweet boyfriend as your little personal dildo :(
he insists he can take it, cumming so many times he's lost track. he lies back, one hand steadily kneading the flesh of your ass, while another shaky hand sheepishly covers his burning face. he's whining, each slam of your hips against his pulling a differently pitched noise from his scratchy throat. he's spent, glistening in sweat, but this sweet, sinful overstimulation is just what he's craved for so long.
you rest your hands on his broad chest, rocking and rolling your sweet cunt over his cock, countless rounds of his cum plugging up your cute little womb. you pry his hand from his face, lacing it with your own instead, and the look he's got on his face right now, is worth every pang of exhaustion.
he's blushing so hard, strands of his hair plastered to his forehead, soaked with sweat. tears tease their way out of the corners of his glassy eyes, going unfocused at the unbelievable pleasure he's getting right now. he's shaking, poor thing, but he wouldn't let you stop until he's totally sure you're finished and satisfied.
"so good... so fuckin' good, mmhm," he slurs out.
he can't even look at you, he knows he'll just end up cumming again. he can't help but praise you, he's so obsessed with the way you're taking him nonstop. he feels the sweet press back when he hits your cervix every other thrust, when he messily and slowly meets you halfway. goosebumps start covering his body, he's so slick with sweat and stimulation that it's kicking his body into overdrive.
and the way you're taking him, tits bouncing, cunt fluttering, he swears he's seeing stars as he cums again, back arching off the bed as he clenches his jaw, filling you up with one more weak spurt of his seed.
āThe commander told me to tell you that you need to give me a kiss.ā
Levi looked up from the papers he was reading, peering at you with raised eyebrows. His face remained neutral, unchanging, but on closer inspection, one could see a flicker of amusement in those cloudy, stormy grey eyes of his.
āOh?ā Levi mused, pushing his chair back from his desk, gaze following you as you moved closer to him. Youād taken off your Scout jacket and tied it around your hips, your boots having been toed off by the door upon your entry, leaving you to roam around in your socks. Levi would be lying if he said that seeing you like thatārelaxed, unguarded, at ease, familiarādidnāt make warmth bloom in his chest and butterflies erupt in his stomach. āDid he, now?ā
āHe did.ā You nodded matter-of-factly, straddling his lap once you were right in front of him. Levi let it happen, used to your antics at that point, and let his hands settle on your hips. āYou canāt disobey the commander, captain. I wouldnāt want to report you for not following orders.ā
Levi hummed. āPerish the thought,ā he said, deciding to entertain you and play along with your little game. āCome here, then. Orders are orders.ā
You giggled, and Leviās lips quirked up into the tiniest little smile. Barely noticeable, but there. Then, without warning, Leviās lips crashed against yours in a hot, passionate kiss, making you gasp, but you soon melted into the kiss. One kiss turned into two, two turned into three until soon enough, you were lifted onto his desk, papers scattering to the floor. He would certainly complain about the mess later, but that was future youās problem.
The order had been a kiss, but itās better to be thorough, right?
a/n: i saw a prompt on pinterest and sprinted to write this...in february. this has been in my drafts since february. sorry for the lack of writing, especially long-form, angels. as soon as life settles down, iām hoping to get some longer writing done.
general taglist: @francisofthespook @angelsanarchy @negansbestie @holdmytesseract @lovergyal @levislolita @stellar-waves @ppnutz
attack on titan: @jeansjolly @dreamydaredevil @yvsesa @magnificent-marie
levi ackerman: @valessenpai @vngelisse @bruisedsoupsworld @d3nkiswife
what the aot men think about when they touch themselves āĖā
ļ¹Ė ā ļøµļ¹ā¹ ą¹ ļøµļøµ ą¹ ā¹ļ¹ļøµ
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, mentions of your sex life with the boys, masturbation, lots of jerking off obvi, these boys are freaks, heavy petting, mentions of blowjobs, fingering, handjobs, face fucking, non consensual photo taking, mentions of non consensual phone sex (reader is unaware), pillow humping, armin is kind of a perv im not sorry, brief mentions of oral f!receiving/cum eating if you squint, mommy kink, shower sex, slight size kink, light cum tribute if you squint, slight public masturbation, overstimulation, unprotected sex and creampies
TRIGGER WARNINGS : there are mentions in one of the scenarios with the boys where he took photos of you without your consent, as well as one sided phone sex where the reader is unaware it is happening, besides that i can't think of anything else but if there's smth i missed pls lmk !
includes : eren, armin, jean, reiner, connie, levi and erwin
word count : 5k
what's playing : love to love you, baby by donna summer
a/n : happy late birthday to me ! this is just pure self indulgence as a bday gift to myself but i still wanted to share nonetheless hehe. i hope you all enjoy, if you do pls lmk in the comments bc your guys' love means everything to me <3
erenĀ (ą¹ā¢ļ¹ā¢)
contrary to popular belief, eren doesnāt jerk off a lotĀ
his depravity runs deep thatās for sure, heās got a plentiful imagination that can easily aid him in his alone timeĀ
and yet he never really puts it to use often
unless heās extremely pent up or so bored that nothing else seems interesting enough except for masturbatingĀ
and when he began dating you, he couldnāt keep his hands off of you, finally having obtained a beautiful, perfect outlet to release his pent up energy intoĀ
why would he spill over his knuckles when he could just do it inside of you?Ā
but when youāre far and gone from him, and when he misses you too much to bareā¦Ā
heās not above jerking off while thinking about youĀ
if anything he thinks itās romanticĀ
and depending on the severity of his desire and the amount of patience he has or lack thereof, the scenarios shift aroundĀ
if the hunger for you is a slow burn, one that lightly simmers throughout the day until it bubbles over into an explosion of burning heat inside him, then heāll start off slow, making himself horny without even realizing itĀ
like when you had to go out of town for a week to visit a sick family member, his mind kept lingering on the last kiss you two shared before you were offĀ
how you went up on your tippy toes, your hands cupped around his jaw as you kissed him deeply, tilting your head and angling into him with a soft moan of contentment in his mouthĀ
you pulled away, resting your forehead to his, a little breathy giggle falling from your lips and fanning over his, like you caught the way you were losing yourself in the kiss for just a second too longĀ
you gave him another peck as you began to pull away, your hand faltering from his jaw, down to his chest, drawing out your touch before you leftĀ
he kept thinking about it, replaying it over and over in his mind, his stomach fluttering at the thought of how your breasts felt pressed to his chest, how you were the one who deepened the kiss and held his face close to yours, how a fucking moan slipped from you and all he did was kiss youĀ
and his mind trickled over into the obscene, and he imagined pushing you up against the door, one hand around your jaw, forcing you to look at him, and the other locking the door behind youĀ
heād have cupped your pussy over your pants and rubbed your clit with the heel of his palm, watching how you crumble so quickly and spread your legs for himĀ
then heād unzip your pants and flip you around, tugging your jeans just under your ass, making the already plump flesh swell from the material bunched beneath itĀ
his hand would slide under the sweater you had on and heād be greeted with the lack of a bra, and heād grope and squeeze your breasts while fingering your soaked cunt, forcing you to kiss him while he fucked you on his fingersĀ
then in his mind, heād have you jerk him off, while in reality he was fucking his fist, desperately pretending it was your soft hand wrapped around himĀ
heād try and really sell the fantasy for himself, squirting lotion into his palm and warming it up before going right back to it, the vision behind his closed eyes extending the scene into him fucking you up against the door, burying himself deep into you and rolling his hips against your ass, never fully pulling out, just shifting enough to provide you both the much needed frictionĀ
heād be moaning in your shared bed, his heavy eyes parting just to glance over at your side, wishing you were there while he pictured your naked body, groaning heavily as he focused on your presence even if you werenāt thereĀ
heād finish to the thought of filling you to the hilt, stuffing you full of cock while he cums in you, each spurt inside you making you completely full of him
heād be shuddering your name as he came, murmuring in broken sentences of āfu..fuckinā mine,ā and āmy girl, my girl,āĀ
and then when heās impatient his fantasies shed their gentle natureĀ
(as if the original one had much to begin with)Ā
his go to is pushing you on your knees and fucking your faceĀ
despite how fucking bad he wants to absolutely fuck your throat, he holds back because he loves you and he knows heās well endowed, and if he took you the way he really wanted toā¦Ā Ā
suffice to say he fears it wouldnāt be as pleasurable for you as it would be for himĀ
you can already barely take his cock as it is, when you let him into your mouth, your poor jaw gets sore so quickly and you gag when he hits the back of your throatĀ
it turns him on so much watching you sputter and catch your breath
and fuck its so hot the way you look up at him with those beautifully helpless, watery eyes, your hands trembling as you double fist his cock while you try to soothe your gag reflex before attempting to go back downĀ
itās not that youāre bad at sucking his dick, he loves your gentle and earnest approach, loves how your slow pace makes him really focus and enjoy the feeling, how you lick up his shaft and make out with his tipĀ
but goddamn sometimes that pretty mouth of yours pisses him off and all he wants is to fuck the attitude clean off your tongue with his cock filling your jawĀ
so heāll act out this desire in the only way he can and fuck the tunnel of his palm while envisioning its your little throatĀ
heāll be hunched over in bed, one hand pressed to the headboard while the other thrusts into his fist, grunting to himself and pretending his words are falling into your earsĀ
ātake it ā take that fuckinā cock, sāall youāre good for,ā heād grit, throwing his head back with his hips crashing into his fistĀ
he cums so hard whenever he thinks about this, about gripping the back of your hair and yanking you backward, prompting you to scramble for purchase over his hips while he watches his cock fill your throatĀ
and when heās finished he feels disgusting and guilty but itās never enough to make him stop thinking about itĀ
maybe one day heāll work up the courage to try and bring up deepthroating </3Ā
arminĀ (ā āā¢āĻāā¢ā ā)ā
dear sweet, sweet arminĀ
heās a secret pervertĀ
and although heās your boyfriend, you donāt realize how much of a debauched freak he really isĀ
he doesnāt like to be loud and proud of it, instead heās quiet and ashamedĀ
he wants to be respectful and treat you the way you deserve to be treated
especially because he just canāt wrap his head around the idea that someone like you would go for someone like him, even despite all your loving reassurances that you give him, always letting him know that you feel like youāre the lucky oneĀ
but heās not so sure youād maintain those sentiments if you knew what he used to do before you began datingĀ
heād hump his pillow, his long fingers curling around the soft cushion while pretending it was your hips as he thought of you, yearned for you
heād prop his phone on the mattress before him while he humped his pillow, a quick blurry upskirt shot he took of you when he allowed you to go first up the stairsĀ
or when you fell asleep at one of sashaās parties, he snapped a photo of you passed out on her couch, claiming it was because connie drew a mustache on you and he thought it was funny, but really he just wanted to have it so he could zoom in on your tits practically falling out your dress and your exposed panties just barely peaking out from how high your dress rode upĀ
heād rest on his tummy, his pillow tucked beneath him and just grind, his hand shakily reaching towards his phone to pathetically zoom in on your clothed pussy
it was such bad quality, but it was enough to make him genuinely salivateĀ
the photo never failed to make him shoot a fat load into a wad of tissues, and heād always have to rush and grab a few tissues from off his nightstand, not wanting evidence of his disgusting actions to be left on his pillowĀ
and when you finally got together?Ā
he didnāt think his fantasies could get more pitiful and degenerate, but of course, they didĀ
he likes to take the last article of clothing youāve worn and nearly smother himself with it, burying his face with your soft clothes and warm scent while he strokes himself, trying to copy the way you touch himĀ
he whimpers for you, calls out for you as if you could hear him, begging an invisible you to please let him cumĀ
heād never admit this but he cums so fucking hard to the thought of you at your laptop, looking so focused and beautiful with your work, and you glancing over at him and noticing heās hardĀ
in his fantasy, you make him speak to you while heās on his knees, and you make him explain why he deserves to feel mommyās pussy when sheās clearly busyĀ
in his mind he convinces you and you bend over, paying him no mind while you continue typing on your laptop, allowing him to fuck you from behind
his front would curl tightly over your back while his hands roam all over you desperately, always paying extra attention to your breasts
his cheek would rest over the nape of your neck, and heād breathe you in like a depraved freak, panting and whimpering about how thankful he is to fuck his mommyĀ
youād rub your clit with one hand and continue with your work on the other, occasionally granting him a āyou feel so good baby, thatās my good boy,āĀ
you have zero idea that he overstimulates himself in your shared bed while he moans for you, twitching while he pictures cumming in you and you forcing him to lick you clean afterĀ
āthank you mommy...ā armin whispers to himself whenever he finishes cumming, catching his breath and wishing you were there to lap up the mess in his fistĀ
maybe one day heāll bring it up to youā¦
until then itās his pillow and him against the worldĀ
similarly to eren, jean doesnāt really jerk off that oftenĀ
but where they differ is that while eren never feels above masturbating, jean doesĀ
it makes him feel like a horny teen and he hates itĀ
however one sentiment that they share is : āwhy fuck my hand when i could fuck a beautiful woman instead?āĀ
itās not that he doesnāt like jerking off, itās that heās ashamed to enjoy it, but not enough to where he can stave off avoiding it every timeĀ
heās only a man, heās bound to give in every once in awhileĀ
he obviously daydreams of you when he does it, but more specifically he thinks about how soft you always seem to feel, and not just your tight cuntĀ
for example, heāll think about your arms, how delicate you feel in his grip when he grabs your forearm and pins it behind your back while he fucks youĀ
or your legs when he throws them over his shoulders and slides his fat cock inside of you all the wayĀ
or your sweet tummy, how cute it is when he kisses his way down to your pussy, occasionally sinking his teeth into the side of your belly, laughing to himself when you gasp and shyly whine for him to stopĀ
everything about you is so fragile to him, but not because he thinks youāre weak, but because to him youāre just so perfect in every way ā in other words youāre precious cargoĀ
picturesque montages of your body in different angles and positions, a compilation of all his favorite moments you two have had during sex plays behind his eyes while he jerks offĀ
heās a simple man with simple pleasuresĀ
one in particular however, he seems to revisit more often than the othersĀ
he thinks about this time you woke up from a nap and went into the bathroom while he was showeringĀ
initially he thought you just missed him and were going to hop up on the bathroom counter and talk his ear off while he shampooed but instead you ignored his affectionate greeting, of āhi my sleepy girl, you feelinā alright?āĀ
you stared at him while you stripped off your clothes and entered the shower with himĀ
you grabbed his face and kissed him hard, hiking your leg around his hip to grind against him with the same urgency as if time was going to run out and youād never get to touch him againĀ Ā
he was completely gobsmacked, youād never been like that before but he was not going to complainĀ
he fell into a rhythm with you, pulling you in close and feeling the blood flood his cock in record timingĀ
he rutted against you, groaning in your mouth and gripping your ass, pulling you in harder
āhad a dream,ā you finally explained, kissing down his jaw and neck, nearly sucking bruises into his skinĀ
āwhere you fucked me so good,ā you whispered in his ear, pulling back just barely enough to where he could see the starved glint in your eyeĀ
āand i woke up so wet for you,ā you shakily breathed out, swallowing hard as your head lulled back upon feeling him start to circle your holeĀ
āi need you so bad jean,ā you whimpered, trying to angle your hips just right and make him slip inside
but he didnāt need to be told a second time
he pushed in, his face falling to your tits as he started fucking you, pressing you up against the tiled wallsĀ
usually he has to finger you to get you prepared for his cock but you werenāt lying, you were so fucking wet that it made his intrusion easier than everĀ
he suspected you touched yourself before you came into the shower, and the thought only made him hornierĀ
you were crazy in those small four walls, he watched you fuck yourself on his cock as you leaned against the wall, looking down at your connected bodies and rubbing your clit at the sightĀ
fuck the memory makes him so rock hard he worries his dick will just fall off his bodyĀ
he remembers how he pressed you against the glass door and fucked you from the back, grabbing some soap and rubbing it over your ass, watching your skin grow sudsy from itĀ
he dragged a hand over the fogged glass just enough to allow him to see your tits smushed against the shower door through the mirror outlooking you bothĀ
he made you watch as he fucked you hard, whispering in your ear if he was doing it just like he did in your dreamĀ
you sobbed a garbled moan, nodding like the dumb little girl you become when he gets his cock in youĀ
ugh he came sooo hard in you that afternoon, and he cums nearly just as hard every time he thinks about it
since then he prays everyday that you get another wet dream with him in itĀ
reinerĀ (Ė¶įµ įµ įµĖ¶) ā¹š¹
reiner actually jerked off a lot before you two started datingĀ
poor thing would feel so guilty every time, always so ashamed with the notion that he was disrespecting you by doing it and that he was just too weak to stopĀ
it was honestly lamentable, how he was over you before you were hisĀ
heād think about how warm your hand was when you gently held onto his arm while guiding yourself through a full crowdĀ
or about how good your perfume and shampoo smelled and how much of a human heater you were and are ā these qualities of yours surfaced his mind specifically when heād think about how he had to lean down to hug you, and how your scent enveloped him and how it felt as though your heat could melt ice right off of himĀ
but when you were finally all his, he didnāt have to rely on jerking off to abstract concepts of you anymore
no longer did he have to only rely on things like you saying his name in the middle of a text ā the simple action would somehow make him hard because oh my god sheās saying my name she typed it she used her thumbs to pick out the letters in my name i love her so much
instead he could just actually have sex with youĀ
but when youāre not there or if youāre sick or on your period, heād rather die than ask you and make you feel pressured, so he just takes care of himselfĀ
he thinks about your face a lot, your smile, your giggle, this specific way your eyebrows draw together when heās making you feel really good, how your lip trembles with moans when he stuffs you with his fingersĀ
how you paw at him, at his chest and shoulders, down his fit body and beg him to fuck youĀ
he thinks about the initial push inside of you when you guys have sex, how you always gasp every time, your legs coming round to tighten around his hipsĀ
your eyes flutter shut and your lips shakily drop open from being stretched out by him, and fuck your back arches so prettily off the bed while you lift your hips, trying to accommodate his sizeĀ
youāre just this perfect sexy thing beneath him that turns him on like nothing else, and itās honestly a true testament to his control and reserve that he can hold back from cumming immediately upon seeing you like thatĀ
so when he jerks off he replays that over and over in his mind, sinking his fist over his cock and pretending itās him sliding into your pussy for the first timeĀ
he thinks about how he has to rock into you slowly, a steady in and out, stretching you out before he can begin to really fuck youĀ
how you whimper and start to rock your hips against his impatiently, so fucking needy for his cockĀ
he loves how much you desire him, it makes him feel so loved and needed, like heās the only one who can bring you pleasure
he thinks about how you moan his name, doing his best to focus on the memory of your breathy cries for him while he fucks you, how you chant his name like saying it alone makes you feel goodĀ
he often thinks back to the time you begged him to cum inside you for the first time, and it does him in every single timeĀ
it was your first night in your first apartment together and you guys were breaking in your new bedĀ
he was so ecstatic to have taken this new level of the relationship with you, and you could feel it in the way he fucked youĀ
and in how he kissed your lips and down your jaw and neck, how he rubbed your clit so perfectly in tune with his thrustsĀ
āplease, please cum in me reiner, wanna feel you deep in me please, baby?ā you had panted, like it hurt to think of him cumming anywhere else but inside youĀ
and fuck, he definitely granted you your wish, his hips stilled, thick thighs tensing as he came deep in you, spurting thick and heavy ropes into your tight cunt without a care in the worldĀ
he loves that memory so much, he blushes when he thinks about it and makes a mess of his fist every timeĀ Ā
connieĀ ((āĀ·Ģ«āā§Ģ£Ģ„Ģ ))
nearly without fail connie will jerk off whenever he misses youĀ
that boy is clingy as hellĀ
itās not his fault his girlfriend is just so damn hot !
and itās not like you two have sex every single day, itās just that when youāre not around, your absence is too loud for him to ignore and he begins to have those dead wife flashback montages in his head like in the moviesĀ
something you like about connie is how dirty he can be, it's a trait only youāre allowed to see, considering youāre his girlfriend, it makes sense that youād be the only one who sees that side of himĀ
heās so playful, fun and sweet, that sometimes itās such a jarring 180 when he gets hornyĀ
heāll fuck you from the back and grunt for you to fuckinā stay put when you try moving your hands away from the headboardĀ
and god forbid you wear a skirt around him when heās feeling ravenousā¦Ā
heāll hike it up and lower your panties down to your ankles and fuck you hard, slamming his hips flush to your ass while he fists the delicate material of your skirtĀ
he thinks about these things when he jerks off and gets so upset he canāt just take you the way he wants toĀ
he almost gets frustrated, huffing as he palms himself and looks at pictures of you on his phone, swiping through them until he gets impatient and shoves his sweatpants and boxers down below his hips to touch himself properly
heāll look at all the selfies youāve sent him and jerk off, throwing his head back as he imagines himself there with you when you took the photo
like with this one photo, itās probably his favorite selfie of you, youāre in his car with no makeup, a tank top and those leggings he lovesĀ
you sent him the pic while you waited for him to grab something from your place and come back, playfully but still impatiently rushing him to return to youĀ
he thinks you look so beautiful there, so bare faced and sweet
and fuck, you werenāt wearing a bra and he left the ac on for you so your nipples were hard and pressing against the thin material of your tankĀ
your thighs were in the shot too, full flesh contained by the confinements of those goddamn yoga pantsĀ
heāll stare at that photo and think about pulling you to the backseat, locking the doors and ravishing youĀ
heād pull that tank top under your tits and rip a hole in the crotch of those tight leggings, swearing heāll buy you another pair as soon as heās done with youĀ
heād kiss you hard, one hand around your throat while the other takes his cock and swirls his fat tip over your clit, knocking before entering
yāknow, like a true gentleman
in this fantasy youāre dripping for him, making a complete mess of his backseat, but he doesnāt care, it just turns him on that much more to see proof of your arousal smeared across the leather seatsĀ
as he zooms in on your tits, heād picture them bouncing while he fucks you, groaning thickly at the thought of taking them in his mouth while he pumps you full of his cockĀ
his hands would be all over you, squeezing and gripping and pulling you down onto his dick relentlesslyĀ
he has got to be more careful when he gets like this because he loses himself in the hazy daydream that consists of you and him and in return accidentally cums on his phoneĀ
and although he feels irritated and disgusted with himself whenever it happens, he canāt lieā¦ seeing your sweet smile covered with a shot of his cum makes him twitch and almost tempted to go another round with himselfĀ
but heāll just wait until you come back home to him insteadĀ Ā
leviĀ (Ņā£Ģ_ā£Ģ)
eren doesnāt jerk off often because he already has you, and jean is too embarrassed to do it, but levi?Ā
he hates the mess, hates giving into such primal urges, it makes him feel weak and like heās slipping ā slipping with his grip on self controlĀ
but similarly to jean, heās just a man at the end of the day and will give in when he canāt ignore the tension between his legs any longerĀ Ā
he doesnāt talk about it with you, worried that itāll somehow ruin your image of himĀ
but little does he know that if you knew he touched himself to the thought of you, youād suck his dick until he could not physically produce another drop of cum
heās such a busy guy he doesnāt really have the time to do it anyway, and he uses it to his advantage, trying to bury himself in his work instead of his fistĀ
but when he comes home and youāre not there, the feelings become even harder to push to the back of his mindĀ
heāll crawl into the bed you two share, bones heavy and tired and heart hurting from ending his day without you there with him
heāll reach out for your pillow and lay his cheek against it, exhaling lowly when his hands slowly grapple towards your blanketĀ
heāll bring it to his nose and breathe in the remnants of your scent, tangling his legs along with itĀ
heāll slowly grind against the warm blanket, groaning with both a need for you to be there and with reluctance towards the entire thingĀ
heāll keep some of the material by his nose and lips, breathing you in like a mask while he bunches up the rest of it and unzips his pantsĀ
heāll free his cock and stroke himself, hesitant to slide between the folds he made with the blanketĀ
he knows itās dirty, knows itās gross and itāll be a mess after heās doneĀ
but his very rare, indulgent side will peek around the corner and remind himself that he can rush to your washing machine to wash it before the stain sets and hardensĀ
and thatās enough for him to give inĀ
heāll shakily exhale when he feels the soft fabric of your blanket, his mind immediately racing to you and how your body was once wrapped up with the same material heās fuckingĀ
it makes his cock twitch, just the thought of you laying there beside himĀ
heāll lean his cheek into your pillow as if it were your hand cupping him and take a deep inhale of your blanket, smiling slightly when he can make out hints of your lotion and shampooĀ
he thrusts into the tunnel of his fist covered by your blanket, shuddering as he gives in to his urgesĀ
he thinks of you and how happy you are to take care of him, to make him feel goodĀ
heās a grown, capable adult, heās used to relying on himself and only himself but when you came around, he slowly but surely let down his guard and allowed you to aid him in things where he doesnāt even really require assistanceĀ
not because he feels as though you think heās incapable, but because you know heās been too capable for too longĀ
even with sex, he never saw it as a necessity or anything of importanceĀ
but now because of you heās fucking your blanket and shakily murmuring your nameĀ
he doesnāt think about anything crazy, he just thinks of your body connected with his, trying his best to separate his mind and body from what heās doing, trying to pretend itās your soft cunt wrapped around him insteadĀ
he thinks of you pushing him onto his back and straddling him, interlocking your fingers beside his head while you ride his cock at a slow and easy paceĀ
youād drag your soaked pussy up and down over his thick length, spoiling him rotten while he gazes at the beautiful sight of you on top of himĀ
youād grind your hips down into perfect swivels over him, and heād groan, swallowing hard as his cock twitches inside youĀ
when your sex life was still new and budding, he used to want to wear condoms to ensure your lack of pregnancy and make clean up easierĀ
but when you reassured him that you were on birth control and to avoid making a mess he could just cum inside you, and that youād be so good for him and keep it all inĀ
wellā¦
who was he to try and argue with logic like that!Ā
heād look down and watch as you took him in all the way, making his cock disappear inside you like a magic trickĀ
you hypnotized him and cleansed his mind of all his stressors and instead filled him with pleasure as you rode himĀ
your pussy always feels so fucking heavenly when it grips him, giving him exactly what he needs and exactly how he needs itĀ
he loves cumming inside you, loves guiding you onto your back with a towel underneath you, spreading you open and watching his cum pour out of youĀ
heāll shove his fingers inside you and push your hip down when you gasp and squirm away from being too sensitiveĀ
heāll shush you and fuck his cum back into your cunt, glancing up at you with a faint smug look in his eyeĀ
āi thought youād promise me youād be good and keep all my cum inside?ā heād tease you, and youād whimper, too busy trembling as he fingers your poor overstimmed pussyĀ
ugh god the sounds you makeĀ
he always muffles you with his palm but really he likes that heās why you canāt seem to hold it together and control yourselfĀ
and when he spills into the ripples of your blanket, despite his exhaustion from his orgasm, he pulls his boxers up and immediately rushes into your laundry room downstairsĀ
heāll quickly run the blanket under some cold water and then throw it in the wash, leaning against the machine and watching it spin in circles, his mind drifting off to the longing he feels for you, wishing that you were there with himĀ
erwinĀ (ą¹ā¹oā¹)ā
this poor man is constantly working long nights at the office, you donāt really get to see him as much as either of you would likeĀ
sure the money is nice, but damn spending time with you would be nice too!Ā
sometimes you stop by and visit him at work to bring him lunch and moments like that make his whole weekĀ
heāll draw the curtains and shield the view of you away from his coworkers and other subordinates from peeking in, wanting you all to himself for what sparing minutes he has with youĀ
heāll haul you into his lap and hold your jaw, pulling you down to kiss himĀ
it never goes further than just kissing, a long wordless āi miss youā, and sometimes heās almost tempted to give in and forgo his important deadlines and spend that time fucking you on his deskĀ
but it never happens and you end up leaving sooner than heād like, wishing him a good day and a promise of seeing him later that night at homeĀ
and then heāll begrudgingly return to his workĀ
heās always one of if not the last one to leave, even though he technically doesnāt have to, heās the boss and he believes in carrying his own weight and not letting it trickle amongst people who donāt have his work included in their pay gradeĀ
heāll spend that time heavily focused on his work, just trying his best to get enough done before he leaves, but sometimes, in the late hour of the night, heāll swear he can catch whiffs of your perfume in the air from when you visited him earlier in the dayĀ
it isnāt a rarity, the times youāve left him with a hard cock, kissing him goodbye and innocently sauntering out of his office as if you werenāt sitting directly on his clothed dick, with your warm panty clad pussy pressed over himĀ
and most of the time he just has to direct his attention back to his work and let his cock go down on its ownĀ
but sometimes?Ā
he doesnāt want to just sit uncomfortably with his cock straining against his slacksĀ
heās ashamed to admit it and would never do so under any circumstances, but on occasion when he knows heās the only one left at the office, heāll palm himself under his desk, soothing the ache before he frees himself completely, pulling the trash can in front of him just in case he makes a messĀ
heāll stroke his cock, lulling back into his chair as he exhales your name, shutting his eyes and thinking back to your little visitĀ
he thinks about making you stay with him, about hiking up that pretty dress you put on for him and shoving your panties in your mouth and fucking you
he thinks about lifting you up and carrying you towards his floor to ceiling mirrors that outlook the city, pressing you up against the glass and fucking you while he burns his lips into the side of your neckĀ
he thinks about making a wreck of you in his office, fucking you on every surface he possibly canĀ
bending you over his desk, or laying you on top of it, fucking you as you lay across his chair, on the ground, up against the wall ā you name it heās thought it and came to itĀ
he just loves the idea of doing something so filthy in a professional setting, and of you letting himĀ
he misses you so much and the way your pussy feels wrapped around his cock, he wishes he could have you teleport to him during those long nights and take care of him the way you do at homeĀ
sometimes heāll call you when heās really desperate and needs a little something extra while he touches himselfĀ
heāll steady his breathing, apologizing if he woke you upĀ
you always say no and that youāre too busy missing him to be able to sleepĀ
he chuckles and his heart hurts but it makes his cock twitch in his fistĀ
ātalk to me, dear, i just want to hear your voice for awhile.ā heāll say, balancing the phone between his cheek and neck, the cord from the phone going taut as he leans back and fucks his fist, listening to your sweet voice recount your dayĀ
heāll listen to you describe how you finally got around to cleaning your kitchen and heāll fight back a groan, imagining coming home to you on all fours scrubbing the floors and him fucking you on itĀ
or about how you went to the mall and picked up some new clothes, and maybe a new lacy set youāll have to try on for himĀ
and heās so weak, so painfully horny for you that just hearing you say those words makes him grab the napkins from his tissue box and shoot his load into themĀ
he holds the phone away from his face to catch his breath, swallowing hard as he tucks himself back into his trousers before he picks up the phoneĀ
āokay i have to get going, i need to finish up my work ā luckily iām almost done so it shouldnāt be long until iām home dear. thank you for letting me call you. i love you, see you soon.āĀ
heāll discard the used napkins into his trashcan and pump a few squirts of hand sanitizer from his desk and into his palms, sighing as he looks over his papers before continuing on with his workĀ
when everyone knows you're Levi's ā everyone except you...
Kenny has known since you were both kids. Just two brats he'd taken under his wing in the Underground (why he'd done that, he still doesn't even know himself). Kenny knew you were Levi's when he saw the way the runt would always stay close, moving when you moved as if some invisible string were tying you together. Levi would always make sure you ate first, that you were always warm, always safe. It was also during that time when Kenny realised that, even with his own shit influence, the runt would turn out alright.
Isabel and Furlan have known since before Levi knew himself. They noticed the way that, in a room full of people, Levi's eyes would always seek you first. When you spoke, he'd listen with an intensity so unlike the usual disinterest he showed towards most other people. When you were separated for some reason ā maybe, you were with another team during a heist, or just out for an errand ā Levi's shoulders were tense, he was snappy, on edge, and overall unpleasant to be around. But it only lasted until he saw you again, safe.
Mike has known from the moment he saw Levi's eyes widen with pure terror when you'd been held at knife-point. It was that day when the Scouts had finally caught Levi's infamous gang in the Underground. It was almost comical how fast Levi dropped his dagger and let himself get dragged to his knees, then shoved right into a puddle of sewer filth. Especially now, when Mike knows how much that guy hates filth, he marvels at how Levi didn't even seem to notice it ā no, his attention was solely focused on you, and first when the immediate threat to your life had been removed had he looked at Erwin.
Erwin and Hange learned that you were Levi's shortly after you both joined the Scouts. You were always seen together ā during training, meals, and every other time of the day. They noticed that, unlike with others, Levi was always patient with you. He'd spar with you, even though he was much better at it than you were (you were still remarkably good, it was just that no one was as good as Levi), and he'd show you a move again and again and again just so you could learn it, never raising his voice at you and always answering your questions. And he didn't express even the tiniest hint of annoyance during those moments ā only a softness in his eyes they would've described as adoration, if that word wasn't so strange when associated with Levi.
The Levi Squad also quickly learned that you were his. At first, they'd thought that the rumours about Levi being an aloof asshole were wrong. How could he be, with the way he acted around you ā talking more than they'd ever heard him talk before, smiling like it was natural to him, letting you hold his hand, hug him, and kiss his cheek as if the two of you were a happily married couple. However, it didn't take long for them to realise that he was every bit as grumpy as rumours had claimed him to be ā not quite an asshole, but still blunt and private. That is, to everyone but you.
The revelation had spurred Petra to casually ask how long you and Levi had been together. To their surprise, Levi had fallen very silent, while you spluttered and waved your hands frantically in front of yourself. "No no, I promise it's not like that! We've just known each other since we were kids!"
Petra was sceptical, Oluo confused, and Eld and Gunther exchanged looks. Later, they asked Hange about it, but they'd just pinched the bridge of their nose, mumbling something along the lines of, "If that idiot doesn't tell them soon, I'm going to ask them out myself. That should get him going."
But after that day, you notice that Levi suddenly starts acting strange around you for some reason. He'll get very still every time you hug him or get too close, something he's never done before. When you ask him about it, he doesn't say anything at first, so you ask if you did something wrong.
That seems to catch his attention, and he immediately pulls you close. "Don't be an idiot. It's not you, it's me."
You laugh a little at that. "You know, it sounds like you're breaking up with me when you put it like that." You say it as a joke of course, but it seems like Levi is taking your statement very serious.
"To break up, you have to be together first, you know."
"Right. But you never really saw me like that," you muse, looking away and trying to sound like you don't care when, really, your heart hurts just thinking about it
Again, Levi doesn't say anything, so you look at him again ā only to find him staring at you as if you've suddenly grown an extra head.
"Huh? Was it something I said?"
He groans loudly. "You really are an idiot." Then, he flicks your forehead. "I always liked you, dumbass. It used to drive me mad ā no, scratch that, it does drive me mad. You drive me mad, but in the best fucking way."
Your eyes light up. "Really?"
"Don't make me say it again."
"Does that mean I can kiss you?"
Levi blinks in surprise, his lips parting. Then, he quickly snaps his mouth shut, only for it to spread into a smirk a split second later. "I'd be pretty fucking stupid to say no to that, wouldn't I?"
You agree wholeheartedly, right before leaning in to kiss Levi. Right on the mouth.
