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FANFICTION LIST (゜ロ゜):

💬 2  🔁 3  ❤️ 72 · "Please Don't Wake Me Up" --An Armin x Reader Smut · SUMMARY: You catch your roommate and best friend Armin having a wet d

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 5 · That Summer We Spent Together -- A College AU AOT Cast Fic · "You're the most important people to me." SUMMARY: The entire

💬 5  🔁 7  ❤️ 184 · AOT Men's Fav Positions (Headcanon List) <3 · Today work pissed me the fuck off so as I sat and did my job I daydreamed a

💬 2  🔁 2  ❤️ 137 · AOT Men Walk in On You "Playing" With Yourself (Headcanon List) · (I saw a post like this about the Stardust Crusaders an

💬 1  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Say It Again And Again -- A Yelena x Reader Fic · SUMMARY: Yelena is a mob boss and you are her favorite subordinate. Altho

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Can't We Be More -- A Hange Zoë x Reader Fic · SUMMARY: You and Hange have been best friends studying for the same rigorous

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先輩 ⸻ use me × reiner braun

ライナー ブラウン ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ written by senpai with love reiner thinking about you while touching himself, and he’s just so sad and so pretty :( .. he's in love with you, and he doesn't do a very good job of hiding it. you plague his mind, especially at night when he's all alone. you would take care of him, right? ↬ part ii

content. reiner straight jorking it and he hates himself, dacryphilia, ANGST, size kink, afab!reader is a marleyan warrior and described as smaller than reiner ; wc. 1.1k

notes. no one asked for this, but I needed it :3 might write one for eren too because I love sad, pathetic men !!

I feel like reiner is kind of mean to himself when he jerks off ..

like, he hates himself so much to the point where he doesn’t think that he even deserves pleasure, but he gets so worked up and so hard that he has to, because the problem just won’t go away on its own. and god, he is so fucking touch-starved. it hurts and he’s hot; his pounding heart making it impossible to sleep.

it’s past midnight at this point and his body is keeping him awake. his thick cock is throbbing in his cotton sleep shorts, begging for any sort of attention, any sort of friction, and he can’t stop thinking about you.

the way you hold his hand in yours whenever he needs affirmation, how you’re so much smaller than him. how you look up at him through long lashes and give him more attention than anyone ever has. the way you dote on him whenever he’s injured, although you both know full well that he’ll be healed in a matter of hours.

how much he hates whenever pock gets a laugh out of you. he’s so fucking envious of that man’s confidence, even though he knows you’re not into that stupid jaw titan. if you were, pock wouldn’t have wasted any time in reciprocating, regardless of the military’s rules.

he distracts himself a bit when his thoughts turn angry and annoyed, and then he shivers as he feels warm pearls of precum against his thigh. fuck, he groans, finally slipping his hand under the covers and he whimpers a pathetic little breath as he touches himself, palming over his shorts.

he hates his brutish hands, always terrified that he could hurt you without even realizing it. you’re so tiny compared to him and he knows that he’d hurt you regardless of how careful he is, how much he preps you, but he’d make up for it. he would worship you. his heart is hammering in his chest, he’s just barely squeezing his length, feeling his untrimmed happy trail prickle against his wrist.

he gives in and pulls his shorts down. he moans your name softly, cupping his pink tip and rubbing the silky slick between his thumb and forefingers. he tries to settle more comfortably into the pillows, biting down on his lip until he tastes blood.

he has literally no concept how of pretty his cock is. fuck, how pretty all of him is. he’s so big, his shaft feels like velvet and he has a blushy pink, defined head and it’s so sensitive. the veins are thick by virtue of its sheer size, at least eight inches when he’s hard and he’s a shower anyway. his balls are heavy and soft and he’s fertile — god pray for any birth control that tries to stop this man.

how would you touch him? would you be gentle, like usual? or would you treat him how he deserves once you’re alone, with careless pulls and rough touches? would you hurt him the way he wants to be hurt? scratching, biting, choking? would you think he’s disgusting? would you tell him that he’s disgusting?

his heart craves you to be soft, but he tells himself that you shouldn’t be. that he would treat you like a perfect little goddess, and he would be the ground that you walk on. that you would hate him, because you know that you’re so much better than him, that he would be so fucking lucky to have you like this.

he would kiss you as if you were single-handedly responsible for everything good that’s happened in this world, his tongue in your mouth and then all over your neck, your chest. drawing cute whimpers and needy whines from you as he made his way down, eating your pussy as if it were his only purpose in life. you taste so sweet and he’s gentle with his fingers until you beg for more.

he’s groaning louder than he realizes, his fingers softly crawling down his warm, thick shaft as he pictures you so clearly in his mind. on top of him. above him. perfect. unattainable. he squeezes the base, his other hand reaching for his heavy sack as he exhales softly, shakily. he’s kneading his balls and they’re so sensitive, and so full.

he pumps himself, pretending the wet, sticky sound is all you; riding him, claiming him, taking what’s yours. he’s so wet from spit and pre and it’s gathering at the base, sticking to his wrists and drooling down his sack. he wants you to lick him, to let your cute tongue clean up his slick mess while he praises you.

slow, torturous strokes. you shouldn’t even be touching him to please him; you should be using him, he thinks, he knows. your plush, pouty lips are too good for him but you’d take his cock in your mouth anyway, your angel eyes that he loves so much on him until he guides you all the way down, your cute nose against his pelvis and shoved in the blonde hair there, eyes fluttering as you gag on him. he’s whining, mouth dropped open, and he wants to apologize.

he feels so hot all over, and he just wants to cry. he’ll always be alone. he’ll die soon enough, anyway. his awful, murderous hands are the best he has, so he needs to make do. the tears fall before he can think to stop them. he lets his non-dominant hand do the work, gripping his big, veiny cock with his hand backwards to get a different angle. his back arches off the bed for a second, rolling his strong hips into his needy grasp, whining like a bitch in heat.

his thighs are spread wide, heels planted into the mattress so he can imagine that he’s pounding up into you. he gathers spit and tongues it into his palm, fucking his fist and desperately trying to pretend it’s your warm, tight cunt clenching down on him instead. using him. the only thing he’s good for besides killing.

his free hand is clawing at his abs before moving to grip the sheets, blunt nails trying to ground himself. his thick, muscular thighs are trembling and he’s already close. he’s whining into the stifling air, whimpering your name between “I’m good, I’ll be good, fuck, use me, please use me, just like that, angel, oh my god,”

he knows it’s going to be so much, it always is. he always cums hard and a lot. he’s in love with your voice, and in his head you’re begging for his cum. your dainty nails digging into his strong muscles, his massive hands on your waist while he pounds into you, holding you close. his face is in your neck and he’s crying, panting, whimpering sweet nonsense because you make him feel so good.

two knocks and the heavy wooden door clicks open. your small silhouette is just hardly discernible in the moonlight.

“… reiner? why are you crying?”

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happy birthday to my very real and handsome boyfriend 🥵

[yummyyuritime]

Can't We Be More -- A Hange Zoë x Reader Fic

SUMMARY: You and Hange have been best friends studying for the same rigorous medical profession for a long time. You know you aren't gay, so...

Why is Hange making you feel this way?

~19.1k words

NOTES: I'm going to be uploading only the prologue and first chapter here, if you're interested, find the rest on ao3 ALSO instead of "Y/n", I write "Yin" for simplicity and "L/n" is "Lin"

Enjoy my sapphic yearning!!

PROLOGUE

"When are you getting married?"

"What?" Yin asked. She was at a small get-together with family friends that she didn't really want to be at, and this was why.

"You're pretty much done with school, aren't you? Since your career has started, you need to look for a man before you get too old!" Yin's mom's friend blabbered.

"Oh, I don't know... it's pretty soon."

"You're 24! You aren't getting any younger, don't you want a beautiful family?"

Yin chuckled awkwardly. "Of course I do," she lied. "I just don't know if I have much time-- Oh, I think my mom is calling me. Good seeing you again," Yin excused herself as she ran off to nowhere; her mom didn't call her at all. She walked into the bathroom and sighed. She'd only finished medical school and started her paid residency a few months ago, but just as she suspected, the claws of expectation were swift; people demanded to know when she'd start looking for a man.

Couldn't she just have some fun first?

"Yeah, that's just the average family gathering for you. Annoying as shit," Yin recalled to her friend as they were out for drinks.

"You're still a baby! Why are they telling you to make some?!" her friend Hange Zoe responded.

"You're telling me?" Yin started. "It feels like we just started medical school, but it's already over. I didn't even get to have any fun! What, they think I partied the whole time?"

Hange laughed. "Yeah, it was no joke. But don't let them get to you, Yin, they're just clueless about what the world really has to offer."

"'What the world really has to offer', I like that." Yin mentioned with her gaze fixed on Hange.

She'd met Hange in her first year of medical school, even though they were studying for different occupations. Hange was studying to be a neurologist while Yin was studying to be an anesthesiologist, but amidst the stress of keeping up with studies, they found comfort in each other. After pulling all-nighters studying together, they'd grab breakfast and highly caffeinated beverages and head to their class in the morning. They did this so often that sleepovers were a regular thing because of they'd be too tired to leave the other's home once they were done, but there was one issue.

When going to sleep by Hange, Yin would just feel too warm, too unnervingly stiff, and she'd stare at Hange's sleeping face for just too long to be justified in any way.

"Cheers to us, now big-shot doctors who'll never get married to men!" Hange exclaimed with her glass up. "At least I'm sure I'm not!"

Yin clinked their glasses, "Cheers."

CHAPTER ONE

"What, you think that flies here?!"

"Are you a moron?!"

"Did you even go to medical school?!"

"This is unacceptable! You should be able to handle yourself!"

These were just some of the comments Yin heard on a regular basis whenever the emergency room she worked in got slammed with patients. Just a few months into her residency, and Yin was struggling like crazy. Being a fairly new resident, she couldn't get a single one of the long-time workers to respect her in the slightest, and her consistent blundering didn't seem to help her case much.

Due to stress, she'd forget reports, slip up when talking to patients, accidentally contaminate the sterile field, and more. Because of the emergency room's short staff, instead of help, she was bombarded with criticism.

To add a depressing cherry on top, there was an extremely capable intern in the ER who was rumored to be only 16 years old; her name was Mikasa Ackermann. Everything about her seemed to be superhuman: from her intelligence to her skills; Yin felt insanely depressed that she'd never be able to keep up.

There was an instance where Yin struggled to get a hysterical patient to calm down, so much so that the patient threatened physical harm against her. However, Mikasa suddenly appeared, and with one look, the patient seemed to be completely fine.

It was humiliating. The other employees discussed how idiotic and incompetent Yin was as if she couldn't hear them.

Yin's mid-20s didn't seem to be going as she'd hoped, but at least she had Hange to look forward to seeing every now and then despite their busy schedules.

After clocking out of a particularly rough day, Yin walked outside, fully realizing how late it was as the pitch-black sky reigned above her.

She spotted Mikasa sitting on the curb, her head buried in her knees: a truly unexpected sight.

Yin grew concerned and looked around the area before she walked over. "Hey, Mikasa right?" she asked, as if she wasn't fully aware who the brilliant girl on the floor in front of her was.

Mikasa stayed seated with her head down.

"Are you okay? It's pretty late, you shouldn't stay out here," Yin advised.

Mikasa slowly raised her head and met Yin's thoughtful eyes with her own exhausted ones.

"I'm alright."

"I'm glad to hear that..." Yin replied suspiciously. "But what are you doing out here anyway?"

"...just sitting. I'm a bit tired."

Yin sighed. "Don't take it the wrong way, but I dont believe you at all. What's really going on?"

Mikasa covered her face with her scarf and avoided eye contact with Yin.

Yin turned away from Mikasa, looking at the sky above. "You need a ride home?"

Mikasa slowly nodded.

Yin got off the curb and helped Mikasa up. "Alright, let's go."

After a while of silence in the car, Yin spoke up. "So, how do you like working at the ER?"

"I like it, I learn a lot," Mikasa mentioned, staring out the window.

"You definitely do. Honestly, I think I need to learn from you sometime, you're way too good!"

"What makes you say that?" Mikasa turned to Yin.

"What DOESN'T make me say that?! You're the youngest person I've ever seen doing an internship at an ER!"

"Hm... I'm sure there's better out there. It's not like you don't have your good qualities too."

"Oh?"

"You deal with a lot of pressure daily, and I think the one thing holding you back is the lack of support from everyone else."

Yin smiled to herself, giddy about receiving a compliment from the prodigy.

"You should try to flourish more, ignore what they say and think. They're very old, prone to cognitive decline."

Yin laughed for the first time in a while, thanking Mikasa. "You really think so?"

"I do. They seem to berate you with a consistently high level of scrutiny."

"You're telling me... it's like I'm a criminal in there or something!"

Mikasa nodded. "I suppose they see you that way."

"Hey, you hungry? I'll get you something since you've been so nice to me."

"...I'm not hungry."

"What did you eat today?"

"Eggs. And some sardines."

"Like, for BREAKFAST?! No, we're getting you some food, no doubts about it."

Mikasa tried to protest, only being shut down when Yin suggested they grab ramen.

Yin brought Mikasa to her favorite hole-in-the-wall ramen shop and bought Mikasa a big bowl.

"Eat it all now, okay?" Yin insisted. "You work too hard, you can't skip your meals."

Mikasa stared at the bowl, not making any move to eat it.

Yin took note of this. "Hey, come on..."

Mikasa appeared extremely dejected. She looked Yin in the face and said, "Miss Lin?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something... unprofessional?"

"Sure," Yin said, intrigued.

"...What do you do..." Mikasa started, "when you love someone who doesn't love you back, or more so couldn't love you back?"

"Aw, Mikasa, is this some boy? Don't think too hard about them, they're--"

"No, it's not a boy."

Yin's eyes widened. She stared at Mikasa, shocked.

"I hope you don't judge me too much, I mean, I only told you this because I thought you were on the same page as me."

" 'Same page'...? OH, wait-- WHAT? I mean, I don't judge you at all of course, but what made you think I'm on the 'same page'-- ah, forget it," Yin blabbered. "Who is this person anyway?"

"My dear friend, her name is Sasha. I've loved her for a while, but... she's gotten a boyfriend recently."

"Oh..."

"They're nothing short of perfect together," Mikasa claimed, "...but I despise him, more than I can even say. He's tall, blonde, handsome, and an expert at cooking. Sasha's favorite quality. See, she offered to pick me up from work, but she said her boyfriend would be with her, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I don't trust myself to control my emotions around him."

Yin placed a hand on Mikasa's shoulder. "It's awful, isn't it? I don't understand exactly how that feels, but I know how trapped you must be. Even if it hurts, you have no choice but to move forward, Mikasa. I promise the pain will pass. You're a very bright girl."

"Don't take offense to this, but I feel..."

"What?"

"I shouldn't say. Nevermind."

"WHAT?? Say it!"

"I think that you do know how it feels, but that's just a hunch."

Yin sighed. "Eat your food. It's getting cold."

Mikasa nodded, a slight smile on her face. "Thank you, Miss Lin."

After a bit, Yin spoke up again. "What makes you think I'm gay?"

"Well... it's not just me who thinks that. There was an incident a while back."

"...An incident?"

It was one of Yin's first days at work. She was rushing to get a bunch of stuff done, and she left her phone on one of her coworker's desks just for a moment.

In the two minutes that she was gone, her friend Hange had texted her.

No problem, right? However, Yin and Hange had a bit of a vulgar sense of humor towards one another.

Yin set Hange's name on her phone to "My Wife <3" and Hange had texted a response to one of Yin's selfies, reading,

"let me eat that ass tonight ;)"

So, Yin's coworker, an older woman named Mrs. Gayle saw THAT message with THAT name on Yin's phone and told everybody in the ER about it.

"I tried telling her it was probably a joke, but she brushed me off. I'm sorry Miss," Mikasa apologized.

Yin had covered her hands with her face, leaning back and sighing deeply.

Mikasa gave Yin an awkward pat on the back. "It'll be okay, I think."

"I'll choose to believe you."

"We can be in this together," Mikasa added. "I think you need a friend in the ER."

Yin was concerned that her first friend in the ER was a 16-year-old prodigy, but it was something she was open to. "Thanks Mikasa."

"No problem. Maybe we can put laxatives in Mrs. Gayle's food."

"For now, focus on eating YOUR food," Yin said with a little nudge to Mikasa and a laugh.

[yummyyuritime]

how do i get puss as a repressed religiously guilty girl with no game

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Say It Again And Again -- A Yelena x Reader Fic

SUMMARY: Yelena is a mob boss and you are her favorite subordinate. Although you're only trying to save enough money to leave the country and run from your insistent loan sharks, Boss Yelena seems to have other plans for you.

~9.1k words

(NOTES:

I am only uploading the prologue and first chapter here--if you're interested you can read the rest on ao3

ALSO instead of "Y/n" i write "Yin" for simplicity

PROLOGUE

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Three gunshots rang through the air of the dark empty street, anyone who dared to listen immediately turning away.

A slim, lengthy woman towered over the victims of the three bullets, her perfectly straight-cut blonde hair highlighted beneath the warm street lamp, so ill-fitted for the occasion.

Quietly, a black Mercedes G Wagon pulled up next to her, Yin stepping out of the car to open the back door.

"Good evening, Boss," she greeted with a slight bow of her head.

The woman placed a hand on the top of Yin's head. "Call me Boss Yelena, Yin. I've told you already how I prefer it."

"My apologies Boss Yelena," Yin apologized before gently shutting the door behind Yelena and scurrying to the driver's seat to flee the scene.

CHAPTER TWO

Yelena sat on the back seat diagonal to the driver's, her gaze blank and cold as always.

Yin never could find warmth in those eyes of hers, occasionally peeking at them through the rear-view mirror. They seemed to be endless whirlpools of grey emptiness that would drown anyone who dared to venture too deep.

Even though she'd been working with Yelena for five years, that never changed.

Yin got into this business out of necessity; she'd been running all her adult life from loan sharks before finding work with Yelena and meekly fighting back.

Her debts were being paid off somewhat slow, and for the whole span of her career, she'd been planning to run: leave the country and never come back.

"Yin." Yelena's voice rang from the backseat.

"Yes?" Yin replied.

"Are you tired?"

...No? Why are you asking me that? Yin thought. "No, I'm fine," she said aloud.

"Hm." Yelena opened her wallet for whatever reason, looking between the inside of it and Yin.

Whatever she was looking at, Yin couldn't see, but Yelena seemed to be studying it intently.

She closed her wallet and put it away, the rest of the ride silent aside from the gentle hum of the engine and soft squeal of the breaks.

Once Yin reached Yelena's private estate (one of many), she parked the car and stepped out, swiftly circling around the hood to open the door on Yelena's side.

Yelena placed one foot after the other onto the tile of the long driveway, her dress shoes clomping against it. She looked down at Yin, a slight smile forming on her lips.

However, her eyes were still completely blank. She opened her wallet once more, studying the same object from before that Yin couldn't seem to decipher. "You seem different lately, Yin," Yelena prosed as she stared down. "You need to get some more rest."

She looked away from her wallet, piercing Yin with her gaze as she awaited a response. What she held in her hands, just an arms-length from Yin, was her biggest secret.

In her wallet, Yin was wearing a beautiful floral dress, smiling so wide that all her teeth could be seen underneath the glow of the afternoon sun. Such a captured moment brought a sense of comfort to Yelena anytime she looked at it; to see the real Yin so unlike the Yin in the photo... unnerved her. Nothing was meant to unnerve Yelena.

"Oh, I will. Thank you Boss Yelena," Yin nodded before taking Yelena's outstretched hand into her own and giving it a respectful peck.

Yelena walked into her estate; Yin drove away once the door shut behind her.

Yelena paced through the estate, leaving her coat and shoes with a subordinate by the door and pacing the elaborate wooden stairs into her private chambers.

She closed the door behind her, twisting all three locks shut.

Her computer glowed to life when she turned it on; her mouse trailed immediately to a specific application tucked in the corner of the desktop.

When opened, it showed someone's phone lockscreen: Yin's.

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NOBODY IS GOING TO TAKE AWAY MY KENJON!!!!!

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

The thirst is real, dawg.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ライナー ブラウン ⸻ need you × reiner braun

fucking your precious boyfriend on a scouting mission because he can’t keep his hands off of you

request summary. I would like to request a reiner × reader smut fic where they’re already in a relationship. I’m thinking something along the lines of him fully dressed, grinding against her and begging her, but she ignores him until she breaks too and rides him. but he’s so much closer than her, so he keeps telling her to slow down cuz he’ll cum so soon. the rest is up to your interpretation. does he cum first? is he forced to cum twice? does he cum at all?

content. afab!reader, established relationship, dry humping, pathetic reiner, soft sex

oh, reiner … your gorgeous, big, needy boyfriend. you’re at an encampment somewhere in the middle of the forest with the scout regiment, and it has to be past midnight at this point.

but he’s there, whining and whimpering, holding you close with his handsome face buried in your neck and his big hands all over you. he’s always so needy, but only if you’re okay with it. he immediately backs off if you show any sort of hesitation, but it’s not often that you do — you’re both desperate for comfort.

“reiner, baby, you okay?”

he shakes his head, pulling you closer into his strong chest. he’s behind you, cuddled up in the blankets with you on the cold ground, trying to make the best of the sleeping situation. you were lucky enough to snag a tent with him and he’s been glued to you the entire night.

“I don’t need much, baby, just look at me, please,” he begs, so softly, and you turn your face to look at him. your noses gently brush against each other while your long lashes flit up to meet his gaze.

“hm?”

he exhales a sweet little moan once your eyes meet, his pretty golden irises shimmering with love and affection. he grips you even tighter.

he is so pathetically in love with you that this is really all it that takes for him sometimes. your intoxicating scent, sweet voice, the soft eye contact, any sort of acknowledgement and validation. you don’t even have to touch him, just being there is enough.

he’s fully hard now, grinding against you. “is this okay?”

“yeah, baby, m’just too sleepy … we have to be up at sunrise again tomorrow, but do whatever you want.”

he groans against your neck. “I love you so much, angel, it makes my heart fucking hurt. so perfect for me.”

“yeah? you’re such a good boy, reiner.”

he chokes out a soft cry, and you’d be lying if you tried to say that you weren’t getting a bit worked up, but you’re exhausted. he’s softly pawing at your stomach and hips, crying and sniffling. he’s just so fucking big, his warm hands traveling along your pretty body, and his big, heavy length slotted against you.

“you love me, don’t you? please tell me that you love me, baby.”

“I love you, reiner.”

he sighs, his heart pounding in his chest. you kiss him softly, one of his hands gently wrapping around your throat, the other pushing your hips back into his and holding you there. he’s rubbing against you in long strokes, humping against your thighs and ass. the friction from the clothes does feel good, but he desperately wants to touch your skin.

while you’re distracted by his mouth, his fingers pull at your pajamas and slip into your panties. you moan against his lips, so close that you’re stealing each other’s breaths. he rubs your clit so softly, in gentle circles, just enough for your cunt to start dripping around his fingertips. after a moment, you push his hand away and he whines.

“shhhh, just focus on yourself.” you reassure him as you turn away, still mostly preoccupied with sleep. “n-need, please.” he whispers, on the verge of tears. “yeah? you need my pussy, baby?” you take his hand in yours again, and you’re so much smaller than him. you guide his hand back into your panties, gently placing your fingers over top of his while he whimpers and humps you harder.

he’s close, but he’s having second thoughts about cumming in his pants and making such a mess this fucking late. he slips his pajamas off, turning you onto your stomach and fucking your perfect thighs while rubbing your clit. he’s practically laying on top of you, his face still in your neck and you’re both panting and moaning into the pillows — it’s desperate, messy, and rushed, but it feels so fucking good.

“reiner, just—” you breathe, hardly able to think. at first, you didn’t care about finishing, but now it’s all you can think about. “just let me fuck you, baby, please, just lay down.”

“nnnn,” he whines, “I’m gonna cum, angel, please, I can’t—”

“rei, baby, be good, just listen to me.”

he swallows hard, pouting, but of course he’s going to listen to you. he’s your good boy.

he lets you settle on top of him, his toes curling and his eyes nearly crossing as soon as you sink down onto his thick cock. your warm, tight pussy gets caught on his rosy head due to the lack of prep, and you softly fuck yourself on it until you can slip further down his length. he lets out a cry, covering his mouth, biting his hand to keep quiet.

you normally need to be prepped much more because he’s so big, but you need him fast and you need him now. it’ll always be a struggle to fit him, and his gentle fingering didn’t really open you up much. your brows knit together as you bite your lip in concentration, planting your dainty hands onto his chest, your little pussy fluttering as she swallows him down inch by inch.

“reiner .. it’s too fucking big,” you pout, riding him as best as you can in deep, languid strokes that you can feel in your tummy.

“I know, m’so sorry, baby. I’ll eat your pussy for hours next time, I’m sorry, I just needed you so fucking bad tonight.” he sighs, breathless.

he lets you fuck him like this, one hand resting behind his head and the other on your waist, his muscles clenching and shimmering in the soft candlelight. he thinks that you’re the most gorgeous thing in the world, and he can’t believe how lucky he is to let you use him like this, to be allowed the privilege of pleasing you .. which makes him realize that he should be the one doing the work.

“doin’ so good for me, c’mere, pretty girl.” he whispers, softly laying you onto his chest, his hands guiding your hips to ride him. he knows how sleepy you are, and he just wants you to sit there and take it like his perfect little cocksleeve. and god, are you good at it; just whining and crying and praising him, softly digging your nails into his muscular chest while you lick and suck at his neck, brushing against his sensitive nipples every so often, making him whimper and lose control.

you’re absolutely soaked now, which lets him pound you hard as he easily slips in and out of your pretty hole. he’s so gentle and sweet in the way he touches you, but not in the way that he’s fucking you right now. he can tell that you’re close, and he’s surprised that he’s held out this long. your pussy is squeezing around him like your life depends on it, and you’re fucked out, mewling about how deep he is and how fucking good he feels.

“shhhh, baby, just cum for me, please.” he pleads so softly, taking his thumb to rub your little sweet spot to help you out. “good fucking girl, that’s it.” he feels you clench down hard as you cum on his big cock, and he has to pull out right that second or he’s going to fill you up. the pit of your stomach is hot, all molten lust that pours out of you while you shiver and clench around nothing, and he replaces two of his thick fingers right where he was inside of you so that he can help fuck you through it.

you’re sobbing, wetting his chest with warm tears, grasping at him and you feel ropes of hot, thick cum coat his abs where you’re on top of him. reiner groans and cries your name, holding you close as he quietly shushes you, still rubbing his gorgeous, massive, needy cock against your stomach just to overstim himself against your soft skin.

he kisses your pretty face all over, and you’re already falling asleep again because you’re so comfy and content. he grabs a worn shirt of his and cleans up before slipping on fresh clothes, trying his best not to stir you. he doesn’t care about any sticky mess on himself; he just wants you to be comfortable and warm for the night. he sighs, softly kissing your cheek as he holds you close. reiner looks at you with all of the love in the world, rubbing your back and threading his scarred fingers through your hair.

“love you, angel girl.”

yeah, he plans to wake you up with head in the morning as thanks for putting up with him when he gets like this.

先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love

notes. reiner, you’ll always be famous :3

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Attack on titan boys as your boyfriend😛 some modern au stuffff

This includes armin, eren, jean, Connie, reiner, and berthold

🌊Armin Arlert The soft boyfriend. Sends you good morning texts, remembers every little detail you tell him, and loves late-night conversations about your dreams. His love is quiet but incredibly deep. He'll always make you feel heard.

🕊️ Eren Yeager The passionate boyfriend. Loves fiercely, protects the people he cares about, and always pushes you to chase your goals. He can be stubborn, but when he loves you, he gives you his whole heart.

🐴 Jean Kirstein The dependable boyfriend. Brings you coffee before class, insists on driving you home, and never forgets important dates. He'll tease you endlessly but secretly melts whenever you compliment him.

☀️ Connie Springer The chaotic boyfriend. Total golden retriever. Your camera roll is full of blurry selfies and memes he sent at 2 a.m. He turns ordinary days into adventures and never lets you stay sad for long.

♣️ Reiner Braun The gentle giant. Carries your bags without asking, makes sure you got home safely, and quietly takes care of you when you're overwhelmed. Strong on the outside, incredibly soft with the person he loves.

🌙 Bertholdt Hoover The shy sweetheart. Blushes when you hold his hand first, listens more than he talks, and expresses love through small, thoughtful gestures. His comfort feels like coming home.

[yummyyuritime]

Bertholdt deserves more love!

[ceruleanheaven]

religion is so fucking funny the world is just too beautiful there must be a higher entity behind all this. lets oppress women

[yummyyuritime]

AOT Men Walk in On You "Playing" With Yourself (Headcanon List)

(I saw a post like this about the Stardust Crusaders and just had to recreate it)

*These are them in s4--a roommate au*

EREN JAEGER

ALRIGHT so we all know he's going to barge into your room without asking for whatever reason, maybe he needed your opinion on what shirt was better for a party

When he sees you like that, he stops and stares for far too long with a very stupid look on his face

His eyes drift to where your fingers rub at your puffy clit, getting you closer by the minute

You stop of course, rushing to wrap yourself in your blanket

As you curse yourself for not locking the door, he just stands there, mouth agape

His green eyes on you leave you speechless; you start darting your eyes away from him

When you look back at him, there's a tent in his pants

He immediately leaves and slams the door behind him, cursing himself internally

Despite his embarrassment, he turns back around and opens the door once more, unable to just leave

He speaks without thinking, his voice breaking as his desperation for you consumes him

"So, will you help me or what?!'

ARMIN ARLERT

Armin hears you moaning from outside your room

He stays by your door, his hand hovering over the doorknob

You have no idea anyone is home--he'd left his lecture early, so he just stands there, stunned and intrigued

Despite himself, he presses his ear against the door to get a better listen

He swears he hears his name--his face reddens intensely upon the way it falls from your lips

Without thinking about it, he grabs the doorknob and twists, opening the door as quietly as possible

He's delighted to find you humping your pillow, your back to him as you don't even notice him there

He leans against the doorframe, his eyes half-lidded as he observes your every movement for far too long

He notices your frustration as you dig your palms into the bedsheets

"Need a little help?"

JEAN KIRSTEIN

Okay. He knocks on your door a few times, as he always does before entering

You don't answer, you don't even register it because of how close you are

You rationalize that it's just "apartment noise"

When you don't reply, he grows worried

The worst images flash through his mind

Did you manage to hurt yourself somehow?

So he barges in, finding you spread and trying out a dildo you'd gotten in the mail a few days ago--you never let him near the package when he asked about it

A smile spreads slowly on his face despite himself

So this is what you were hiding from him?

When you stop and grab your blanket, he raises his hand in denial

"No--don't let me stop you, sweetheart."

CONNIE SPRINGER

HE RUSHES INTO YOUR ROOM because he just got paid and wants to order food

He does this like every week instead of saving money like he should

He always wants your input--never wanting to leave you out of his takeout orders

He nearly cried one day when you told him you were going on a diet; though he said it was because he didn't want to eat alone, it was really because he couldn't stand the thought of you losing any curves, especially your tummy

He's right by your bed once he realizes what you're doing

He curses aloud in amazement, standing right in place

You grab your blanket to pull it over your head

But he quickly stops you, gripping your hand tight without even thinking

He chuckles, obviously checking out your exposed form as he bites his lip

When he meets your eyes, he searches them for a devastating amount of time, holding the two of you hostage with the tension of his silence

"You hungry?"

REINER BRAUN

oooof he knocks on the door several times, not wanting to intrude on you

However, before you can say anything, he heads into your room, as he really needs his water bottle he'd left in there for the gym

He never likes to be late; every night after the gym he heads straight to bed to wake up on time for work the next day

He catches you grinding against a stuffed animal he'd won for you at an arcade a while back--absolutely shocked to say the least

You curse and nearly jump to cover yourself

You turn back to see that he's still there--once your eyes meet, he immediately notices his bottle on your nightstand and picks it up

He attempts leaves with haste, turning back only to shut the door behind him

However, when he sees the way you stare at him, barely even covered, he stops

He awkwardly chuckles

"You really like that bear, huh?"

BERTHOLDT HOOVER

ooooooooh dont even get me started im about to be so annoying

He heads into your room without knocking, wanting to borrow a pillow because he managed to lose his yet again

However, he spots a purple light beneath your blanket

You rush to shut it off, ready to act as though nothing had happened

But the buzz echoes in his mind

You mutter out a half-hearted greeting to him, asking him what he needs

He softly smiles at you

He asks to borrow a pillow; you hand it to him

Instead of leaving, he pulls up your desk chair and sits down, making mindless conversation about things that didn't really matter

After what feels like an eternity, he finally gets up and heads for the door

He looks back at you as he grabs the handle, shyly uttering something

"Invite me next time."

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AOT Men's Fav Positions (Headcanon List) <3

Today work pissed me the fuck off so as I sat and did my job I daydreamed about these headcanons!! (Also these are their adult forms don't be weird)

EREN JAEGER

Sooo for him we've gotta go with the classic missionary

He loves to wrap his arms around you as he thrusts inside

He can't stand to have even the slightest bit of distance as he gets close

Wrapping his arms around you grounds him in the moment

He grunts and moans directly in your ear, leaving shivers down your spine

His voice is just so *breathy*, he knows he's egging you on

He kisses your neck, leaving love bites all over as his thrusts grow quicker

"Ah...(Y/n), you're getting tighter--mmgh..."

ARMIN ARLERT

GUYS listen. He loves 69

IT MIGHT SEEM CRAZY but look I feel like underneath that sweet unassuming exterior has to be a deeply freaky man

He LOVES having you sit on his face and his dick being in your mouth during sends him over the edge

He grabs your hips really tight, leaving you no room to squirm as he lovingly eats you out

He never EVER finishes before you

He needs to be covered in whatever you can give--he's convinced it's got healing powers

(He whimpers against your core, muffled)

JEAN KIRSTEIN

In all honesty I don't know what it's called BUT he has you lying on your back with your legs on his shoulders

He honestly loves seeing you spread out in any way

But there's something about feeling your legs shiver against his bare skin that he can't get enough of

Like Eren he likes to stay close--see the look on your face when you finish

He wants nothing more than for you to be comfortable beneath him, able to take him in as deep as possible

He clutches your thigh tight as he nears climax

"All spread out for me...you're so beautiful like this, (Y/n)."

CONNIE SPRINGER

This one is an absolute no-brainer: DOGGY STYLE

This man absolutely NEEDS you on your hands and knees

When you arch for him it's game over

He grabs your hips so tight you fear they might bruise

Though he's slow at first, when he really gets into it, he pounds into you like there's no tomorrow

He's not much of a whisperer; since he isn't that close to your face he'll moreso shout you through

"Who's making you feel this good, huh?! What's my name?!" *you're getting spanked if it's not daddy*

REINER BRAUN

*dreamy sighhhh* Reiner would have you on your stomach beneath him, with a pillow of course

Similar to Jean, he loves having you lie down, comfortable

He raises one of your legs on the sheets to expose you to him, hissing throughhis teeth at the sight

He can't help biting his lip at the way you clutch the sheets as he slowly stretches you out

As he fills you up, he leans forward, breathing by your ear

He kisses the back of your neck as he starts moving inside

Another reason he likes doing it like this is that he's shy and doesn't want you to see his scrunched up face

If you try burying your head in the mattress to stifle yourself, he'll gently lift your chin from behind, forcing you to let him hear it

"(Y/n), don't hide from me, relax..."

(sorry i couldn't find any good s4 pics of Bertholdt)

BERTHOLDT HOOVER

Look. He's tall. HE'S BENDING YOU OVER WHATEVER FURNITURE HE CAN FIND!!!

Desks, beds, kitchen counters, sofas, armchairs, WHATEVER!

He grabs your wrists with one of his hands, clasping them behind your back

With the other hand, he grips your waist, biting his lip as he slides inside

He's *long*, filling you up all the way

He's surprisingly composed the whole time, relishing in the way you breathe his name over and over (i know a lot of us would struggle to do that but hush)

It's only when he nears that point of desperation where his moans get louder, he calls you "baby" repeatedly

His hand wanders all over you, occasionally gripping your chest to tease at your nipples

"Just bent over, taking all of me...you like that don't you baby?"

[yummyyuritime]

That Summer We Spent Together -- A College AU AOT Cast Fic

"You're the most important people to me."

SUMMARY: The entire relevant AOT cast gets a mansion for summer break!

~15.6k Words

(I am goint to post the first chapter here; as of now, this fic has 26 chapters, but it is ongoing. If you like this first chapter, check the rest out on AO3)

(The title of the chapter will be the character's POV; first chapter is in Eren's perspective)

Ch.1--EREN

After three whole months of helping Mikasa and Armin coordinate it, we've finally got an AirBNB for the summer, for everyone.

It was Horseface who came up with the whole thing, since we're all turning 21 this year, he decided we had to live it up.

By "live it up", he meant spending a fortune on a mansion for all of us to stay in so we can daydrink everyday.

And by all of us, I mean me, Mikasa, Armin, Bertholdt, Reiner, Annie, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Marco, Ymir, Historia, and even Hitch. None of us know her, but...

♡ ♡ ♡

"Hitch is coming too." Annie doesn't look up from her laptop, continuing to type her paper. All eyes in the study room focus on her as she drops this huge change to the plan.

"Huh? Who's that?" I ask.

"My friend. She's cool."

"Did you account for her in the spreadsheet? Did she agree to pay her part? We're gonna have to redistribute--" Armin lists his concerns, suddenly stopping once Annie shifted her sharp gaze to him and holds it there for a few moments.

"It's fine. I'll rework the spreadsheet, no worries," Armin nervously confirms.

Annie shifts her gaze back to her laptop, nobody else questioning a thing.

♡ ♡ ♡

We got a massive three floor mansion, with a whole modern thing going for it. It wasn't cheap, but I'll say it's worth it.

Mostly.

I'm the first to open the door and walk inside; it immediately amazes me how large this place is.

We all funnel through the door, everyone having something to say about it.

"What are you acting so surprised for, Historia? Your family probably has like eight vacation homes larger than this," Ymir comments.

"Don't be ridiculous! This place is amazing, good job Armin!" Historia praises.

"No, really I--" Armin begins his reply, bashfully flattered.

"Let's go get a room Historia." Ymir grabs Historia's hand and leads her up the stairs, carrying both of their bags in her other hand.

Just as they leave, Connie comes rushing in from outside and jumps onto the couch, yelling in excitement; his shouts bounce off the walls, echoing throughout the entire massive living room.

"Dumbass, don't mess up the couch on the first day!" Horseface shouts, setting his bags on the ground.

"Oh, I'm definitely messing it up. I'm bringing girls on this thing every night!" Connie pats the couch, feeling it as though it's the nicest thing in the world.

I rush over to him and grab him by his bald head. "Keep that shit in your room, damn."

"Yeah--Connie, me and Marco spent like forever trying to lower the price on this, so the owner kept his very high cleaning fee," Armin explains.

Marco nods. "He says his cleaner is incredibly thorough, and that any mess is completely unacceptable, God forbid it be something permanent."

"Well, I'm not helping you guys pay. I'm spending my money on the restaurants around here, sorry," Sasha blankly states, jumping onto the couch across from Connie even though she hadn't been driving the entire trip here.

She was in my car. I have crumbs in the AC vents now.

"Oh my gosh you guys are BORING!" We all hear a voice come from the driveway, so loud it comes through the open door.

Annie's face softens.

A slim girl with short, fluffly blonde hair appears in the doorway, a taller guy with a crisp bowlcut behind her.

"It's the first day of your vacation and you're talking about cleaning prices?" she criticizes, harshly. "Shit, you're all lucky Annie invited me here, or you probably would've ended up doing Bible studies everyday!"

Ah. Must be Hitch.

"Woah... Hey~" Connie flirtatiously comments.

"Hi, I'm Marlowe. I hope it's alright I came along." The guy behind her bows his head slightly, clearly dragged here by Hitch.

"Ah," Connie muses disappointedly.

"Too pretty for you." Sasha jabs a finger into his gut; he yells in pain.

"You must be Hitch," Mikasa mentions. She bows her head slightly. "Nice to meet you."

Is this a government affair? What's with all the formal talk?

Hitch is right; we're probably going to spend the first day here moping about like fish out of water.

I urge them in and shut the door behind them. Don't want to waste good AC.

Once I turn back around, everyone's gone. So are their bags.

Oh no. They went to claim their rooms.

♡ ♡ ♡

I lay on my Ninjago bedsheets in my lego room, staring at the ceiling. The first few hours of a vacation, or any hangout really are always awkward; I hope we can bridge that gap soon.

Honestly, I can't wait for what this trip has in store. Getting with these people is a once-in-a-lifetime experience I wouldn't trade for anything else. They're the most important people to me: my best friends.

[yummyyuritime]

why are you so beautiful

stopppp I'm not

[yummyyuritime]

"Please Don't Wake Me Up" --An Armin x Reader Smut

SUMMARY: You catch your roommate and best friend Armin having a wet dream, what will you do now?!

~5.6k words

(Y/n) woke up to use the bathroom; once she finished using it, she heard a noise coming from the bedroom across hers: her roommate and best friend Armin Arlert's room.

They'd been living in a run-down apartment ever since starting university, deciding against staying at an overpriced dorm. They really enjoyed their time together, late-night chats and movies were a regular thing. All the stress of assignments was completely forgotten once they turned on their favorite movies and got their dumbest looking pajamas on. She could talk about absolutely anything with him; they shared a lot of hobbies, one in particular she loved was their shared interest in erotic romance novels. Armin never read anything downright raunchy, but he loved discussing deeply poetic books with her that may have included a bit of smut.

It was about 2:00 am, and she grew concerned as she began to hear his voice, deciding to move closer to his room to investigate.

She didn't want to take any chances, so she opened his door, immediately taking in Armin splayed on his bed, his shirtless body only covered up to the hips by his blanket. He laid in complete darkness cut through by the moonlight coming through his window.

His lips were slightly parted; (Y/n)'s face grew hot as she heard him softly whimper and groan in his sleep, his hands grabbing the sheets as he squirmed about. His eyes were shut, and he seemed to squint them even tighter whenever he'd grunt or sigh. He paid her no mind, completely asleep.

She stayed impossibly quiet, stunned as she watched and listened intently to his smooth, soft voice.

He mumbled something hardly audible, "(Y-y)...Ahhh~"

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows in shock; he seemed to have mumbled the first syllables of her name. She slammed the door shut when she finally realized what she was doing, rushing back to her room. She jumped on her bead and buried her face in her pillow, internally screaming.

"Of course he wasn't saying MY name, he could be mumbling anyone's name! Plenty of people's names start with that letter, or maybe it was just a sound or word!" she thought rapidly.

Despite her rapid train of thought, the main thing bothering her was the fact that when catching her roommate in a wet dream, she just sat and watched. The fact that she really enjoyed it sent her mind running for a loop.

She'd always thought Armin looked good. Back when they were kids, she'd always noticed how pretty his features were, and that he had a very feminine charm to him. However, after growing up, cutting his hair and gaining a bit of muscle, it really felt like he was the best of both worlds: a handsome, muscular guy with a soft, delicate heart. She'd only admit to herself that she thought he looked good, nothing else.

She didn't want to admit the way her heart jumped with joy whenever he was home, or how she'd purposefully wear cute pajamas in hopes that he'd notice, or how she'd give up all her studying time just to chat with him some more about whatever came to mind.

Dating a roommate would be messy, and the thought over losing her dearest friend Armin over something as stupid as her crush on him made her heart sink. It wasn't going to happen.

CH.2 (Armins POV)

(Y/n) slowly lowered her hips onto Armin, his broad tip slowly stretching her out. He gasped, the warmth of her channel enveloping him like nothing else.

He grabbed the sheets by his sides, gasping and moaning.

As (Y/n) bucked her hips back and forth, he began whimpering the first syllable of her name, stuttering on the word. He cut himself off with a gasp as she suddenly began thrusting her hips up and down.

"SLAM!"

Armin jolted awake, his chest rising and falling quickly as he caught his breath.

He looked down to the massive tent beneath the blanket.

He sighed, leaning forward and burying his face in his hands.

"I can't believe it was just a dream again..." he muttered to himself. "What was that noise?" he thought.

He thought some more and realized the loud noise could be none other than that of his door.

"The only person who could have slammed it shut like that was... (Y/n)!" he suddenly realized, his face turning even redder than before.

He prayed with all of his heart that he wasn't very loud, and that his dick wasn't that hard the entire time she was there--speaking of, "How long was she there?!" he wondered desperately.

Hopefully she didn't hear anything, but if she didn't, what did she slam the door for?!

Ch. 3

Friday night. It was 7:00 pm, and (Y/n) had finally caught up on all her assignments for the week, ready to relax. However, the instance from last week bothered her nonstop. She'd think of it randomly during class, in her car, in the bathroom, while cooking, wherever.

Her mind would wander, trailing into what would happen next if he woke up, and what Armin would do after being caught--

"(Y/n)?" Armin's voice called out from behind her.

She'd been successfully avoiding him all week; between work and school, there was no time to awkwardly discuss what happened the other night.

Her face flushed a bright red. "Yeah, what's up?"

"It's been a while, wanna watch a movie with me?" Armin asked with a smile. "It's alright if you don't want to, I know you're pretty busy--"

"I'd love to! I'll just shower first. Don't start without me!" (Y/n) demanded as she rushed out of her chair towards her closet, then the bathroom.

Armin watched her scurry away, his eyes fixated on her ass.

He ripped them away woefully. "Alright, I'll order some food," he yelled.

He walked away and flopped onto the couch, upset that (Y/n) seemed so on edge around him. He was sure she'd heard him that night, but he'd be damned if he ever admitted that he was dreaming of her riding him like a merry-go-round.

"Deny, deny, deny," Eren had told him last week when Armin confided in him about the whole thing. "Don't admit to ANYTHING, no matter what," he commanded.

(Y/n) got out of the shower and walked to her closet. She grabbed a pajama set out of her closet, a lacey blue one with a long tank top and mini shorts. She always wore cute pajamas lke this around Armin; nothing was going to change because of last week's incident. 

However, (Y/n) wanted things to change.

She wanted to break through the tension, somehow.

Ch. 4

(Y/n) walked into the living room and sat next to Armin, laying her head against his shoulder and complaining about her long week.

Armin couldn't focus on a word of what she said, instead becoming fixated on how her tank top stretched over her chest, and how tiny her shorts were.

The food they ordered came, the movie they watched was a classic, and everything was going smoothly.

However, during an intense scene, (Y/n) looked over to Armin, catching him staring at her. He immediately turned back to the TV, pretending it didn't happen.

(Y/n), who struggled to focus on the movie, asked him a question as to what was going on. She hated to bother him with stupid questions she'd know the answers to if she were just paying attention, but the silence between them felt stiff and stagnant; the air was twinged with the shared yet unstated knowledge of what happened last Friday night. He patiently answered her questions each time, seemingly appreciative of her efforts.

After a bit, Armin suddenly got up; "I need a blanket," he said.

"Hang on, this is a really important scene!" (Y/n) replied.

He ignored her and grabbed a blanket from his room, putting it over his lap once he sat back down, adjusting it to a strange degree.

Throughout a lot of the movie, he shifted uncomfortably; his breathing seemed uneven and strained.

"Hey, are you alright?" (Y/n) asked thoughtfully.

"I'm fine, don't worry," Armin insisted.

She replied, "Alright, whatever you say." Then, she felt a slight chill.

It was bold, but she decided she'd curl up next to him. "Share the blanket," she commanded as she pulled it over herself.

She laid her head on his shoulder once more, paying close attention to the way he stiffened at her touch.

They stayed like that for a long while, the movie playing before them only a piece of background noise to the real movie happening between the two of them.

In the film, the main character woke up from a horrific dream, clutching their chest as they tried to catch their breath.

Armin's eyes widened as he remembered how he woke up from his vivid dream last week, covered in sweat, even leaking slightly.

"You ever remember your dreams?" (Y/n) suddenly asked, her confidence boosted by Armin's clear uncertainty.

"What? Oh-- yeah, sometimes. Not much though."

"Really? That's kinda sad..." she started. "...You ever have really good dreams?" She smiled up at him. "Like, REALLY good dreams?"

"Deny, deny, deny," Armin thought. "Not really, whenever I remember my dreams, they're just-- weird, you know?" he replied, avoiding all eye contact.

"Uh huh..." (Y/n) tore her gaze away from his. "You sure?"

He turned away from her, hiding his face. "Yes. I'm sure."

(Y/n) heard a slightly stern tone in his voice, unlike anything she's heard from him before. Admittedly, it was very attractive, but her stomach totally dropped as she lost all the confidence she previously had; embarrassment flowed through her as she remembered that Armin couldn't possibly feel the same about her that she did about him. She backed away from him, beginning to apologize profusely.

After darting her eyes back and forth in an attempt to figure out her words, she began, "Armin, I'm sorry-- look, I walked in on you moaning and whatever and I'm like 99% sure you were having a wet dream but I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything," (Y/n) admitted quickly, "I'm really sorry, I was being stupid, making fun of you for something like that..."

Armin paused the film, then looked at her, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as his face was bright red. "That's all you heard, saw?"

"Well, I guess there was something else a bit strange-- but it's dumb, I won't say it."

Armin placed his hands on the back of his neck, elbows coming forward. "You didn't hear me really SAY anything, right?"

"...No."

"You hesitated."

"LOOK, I heard you mumble something, that's it!"

Armin looked at (Y/n), a small, bashful smile appearing on his face.

He gently took one of her hands in his and kissed the back of it. He then looked into her eyes, the back of her hand still on his mouth. When she froze, he smiled against her hand. "You've been really strange all week; you know what I was dreaming about, don't you?"

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows in disbelief, and Armin simply nodded.

"What do you think of that, (Y/n)? You can be honest."

(Y/n) looked away from him, thinking of what to say. Her face was hot at this point, and the focused yet gentle manner in which Armin stared at her stirred up a pool of arousal in her lower belly.

"See, I get that kind of dream pretty often these days, always with you. It's a treat each time, I hope for it," Armin began. "I guess I was just pretty audible last time, I'm sorry about that."

"What-- no, don't be sorry! I'm the one who's sorry for staying and watching!" (Y/n) interjected.

"...Staying and watching?" Armin blushed.

(Y/n) brought a hand up to her mouth in disbelief of her insolence.

"I guess I don't need an answer of your opinion on it," he chuckled.

"You didn't hear me say that. I didn't say that," (Y/n) unconvincingly insisted.

"But I did..." Armin mused. "You liked it, huh?" Armin softly tucked a bit of (Y/n)'s hair behind her ear, sighing deeply. "So, want to hear more about my dream?"

Ch. 5

Armin leaned in just a bit closer to (Y/n), the hand that just tucked the hair behind her ear moving down her shoulder, eventually reaching her waist. "I was really worried about some exam, so when you left in the morning, I was studying. By the time you got back home, I hadn't moved from my spot."

"That sounds a lot like you," (Y/n) giggled.

"Anyway, you slammed my bedroom door behind you and practically dragged me onto my bed, pushing me to lay on my back," Armin continued as he rubbed small circles on (Y/n)'s waist with his thumb. "You told me 'Relax Armin, you study too much'--"

(Y/n) interrupted after hearing Armin make her voice out to be much higher than it really was: "I don't sound like that!"

Armin laughed, insisting that she did. "I don't think that's the point of the story..." he defended. "Finally, you crawled on top of me and... yeah."

(Y/n)'s eyebrows were practically above her head by this point. She took a long pause to process everything she had just heard. "You stopped right before the best part," she joked.

"I feel a bit shy to say what happened next..." Armin admitted. "Why not just make another dream with you instead?" Armin leaned in even closer after asking that, gazing at (Y/n) with longing eyes. "...How does that sound, (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) kissed him, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her as close to him as he could.

He kissed her tenderly; nothing about it was rough; however, it lasted for so long that by the time Armin finally pulled away, (Y/n) was gasping for air. Armin removed the blanket from the two of them, revealing the massive tent in his pants.

Before (Y/n) could even fully process it, he kissed her again, desperate for more. He gradually pushed her so far back that she fell against the couch, laying beneath him; nothing stopped. He continued wrestling her tongue with his, moaning into her mouth after slightly brushing his pulsing hard-on against her pelvis.

He pulled away once more; (Y/n) gasped for air again, her chest expanding widely with every breath.

"Ah, (Y/n)..." Armin breathed. "Don't wake me up, please."

He moved his face away from hers to press his lips against her neck; gentle pecks quickly devlolving into bites and sucks.

Whatever Armin did, he saw it through. After a bit of time, (Y/n)'s neck was covered in bit marks and hickeys; anytime she made even the slightest bit of noise, Armin would suck harder, continuing to grind against her until she was wet enough for it to start leaking through her shorts.

He brought his hand to the neckline of her tank top, forcefully pulling it down to kiss her collarbone.

The fabric wasn't stretchy, so (Y/n) grew concerned it'd rip. "Hey, hey, relax I'll take it off."

She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside.

Armin smiled, taking a deep, thankful breath at the sight of her without a bra on.

He kissed her torso all over; his warm hands caressed her breasts and gently pinched her nipples. Once they were perked up, he sucked on one of them, moaning as he swirled his tongue around.

He'd kept a consistent grind against her this whole time, but he'd have moments where he'd roughly buck his hips forward, aching to relieve the tension within him.

(Y/n) felt like she'd simply been laying back the whole time, getting loved all over. "You're so tense Armin..." she mentioned. Armin behaved like a trained dog that'd been waiting to eat for hours and was finally told that he could, completely ravaging the meal he was given.

(Y/n) grabbed Armin and forcefully flipped their bodies so she was on top; she grinded her thigh against him. "Here, let me try to be a little like the me in your dream..." she joked with a grin.

"(Y/n), you don't have to--"

"Just take this off." (Y/n) pointed at Armin's shirt.

Armin immediately complied, removing his t-shirt to reveal a lean, chiseled body underneath.

While sitting on top of his member and grinding against it, (Y/n) leaned down and kissed Armin on the neck, biting hard.

"Agh-- (Y/n), so, so good, mmh!" Armin writhed and whimpered beneath her, bucking his hips against her. As she continued her ministrations, he held her hips with a grip tight enough to leave marks.

(Y/n) raised her hips slightly and got off of Armin, opting to sit between his legs instead. She was mesmerized by the sight in front of her after she hooked two fingers beneath Armin's waistband and pulled his pants down then off him completely.

He laid back, propped up slightly by his elbows; his legs were spread wide in front of her, his shockingly enormous bulge tightly straining against the fabric of his grey boxers. After tearing her eyes away from it, she looked at his face.

He had a slightly pouty expression, his eyebrows furrowed in a way that made him look sad; (Y/n) knew that wasn't the case by how red his face was. His slightly disheveled blonde hair cascaded over his soft face; (Y/n) was starstruck.

She pressed her hand against his clothed member, taking note of the slightly damp fabric. "So, how long have you been having these dreams of me?"

"What-- you really wanna know...?" Armin muttered through hitches in his breath.

"Yeah, I do," (Y/n) replied, looking into his eyes. "I have a right to know, I think."

"Ngh-- I agree," Armin stated, struggling to respond because of (Y/n)'s persistence in teasing him. "Let me, ugh.. remember..." After (Y/n) slightly pulled her hand back, he leaned forward and grabbed her wrist. "Wait, please don't stop-- it's been happening since the start of the semester."

(Y/n) dipped her hand beneath his boxers and started drawing small circles around his tip. "Oh?"

Armin's mind was blanking; the sight of (Y/n) on her knees between his legs and the sensation of her hand on him was overwhelming, but he'd sooner die than let it end. "Yeah-- yeah, I'd always had a crush on you-- mmh, but the dreams only started after we moved in together..." he sighed. He leaned his head far back with a grunt when (Y/n) pulled out his dick from his boxers and wrapped her hand around it. She was amazed at the size; it looked to be about 7 inches long with an impressive girth. "You'd always wear those cute pajamas, and... I-- I didn't know what to do with myself," he admitted.

(Y/n) chuckled, "You're really cute, you know?"

Armin moved his head back forward to face her, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull when he watched (Y/n) move her hand beneath her shorts and pull it out again with wet, silky fingers. She rubbed her wetness against Armin and spat on his dick, beginning to stroke him slowly.

Armin's grip tightened on the couch cushion beneath him, his knuckles turning white. He whimpered loudly, his hips twitching against (Y/n).

"(Y-Y/n)-- agh... please, please-- don't wake me up, don't wake me up..." he begged, his moaning nonsensical.

(Y/n) backed up a bit, then leaned down so her breath hit Armin's tip.

"(Y/n), please..." he breathed, looking down at her with glistening eyes.

She took his tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around. He sighed, (Y/n)'s name constantly leaving his mouth as she took him deeper and deeper until his balls brushed against her chin.

"Mmgh... (Y/n), you're so good-- so warm, ahh~!" Armin praised.

(Y/n) gagged around him, but lived for the noises he made. She couldn't stop, wouldn't.

"(Y/n), sit on my face. 69 with me," he suddenly requested.

(Y/n) released his member with a pop. After wiping her mouth of her drool, she asked, "What? You sure?"

Armin simply nodded, so (Y/n) took off her shorts and underwear and crawled up his body, eventually turning around once her core was right above his face.

Armin looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He brought his hands up to (Y/n)'s hips and pulled her down, mumbling "Please don't wake me up please" until her sopping wet entrance landed on his mouth.

She gasped, leaning forward on her elbows to catch her breath. Armin kept a tight grip on her hips, licking and sucking her wetness with great fervor.

She caught his tip in her mouth again and lowered her head onto it until it was down her throat again; she started bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the tip and down the vein until she hit the base again. She bucked her hips against Armin's face as she felt the vibrations of him moaning around her clit.

He'd lick from her clit to the back of her hole, then probe her hole open with his tongue, then suck on her clit: an endless cycle (Y/n) rolled her eyes back to.

As (Y/n) deep-throated Armin again, he felt tears well up in his eyes; he was getting closer by the second, and so was (Y/n). So, imagine her surprise when he suddenly pushed her off of his face and pulled her face off his dick, pushing her to lie face first against the cushion.

She was laying on her stomach in front of him, and he grabbed one of her thighs, moving it up to expose her dripping folds. "(Y/n)..." he breathed against her ear as he lined up his throbbing member with her entrance.

He slowly pushed in, stretching (Y/n) out in  a way she'd never felt before. She moaned, her breath shaky.

"You're so good, taking me in so well... I promise it'll feel good, (Y/n)," Armin assured with a gentle whisper as he continued pushing all the way inside until he bottomed out. He held one of her hands from the back and kissed her neck, urging her to relax.

She took a deep breath, her walls relaxing around him; she rolled her eyes back at how full she felt, unbearably excited for how it'd feel once he started moving.

At the feeling of (Y/n)'s relaxation, Armin started moving back and forth, almost sliding his shaft all the way out before pushing back inside until he bottomed out. (Y/n) sighed, the side of her face pressing against the cushion.

He continued this pace for a while, always seeming to push deeper inside than before.

(Y/n) arched her back and crooked her neck around as far as it'd go to look into Armin's eyes. Once she caught his eyes, she moaned, "Armin... harder~"

His dick twitched inside her at those words, and he began moving faster than before, each drag of his shaft against (Y/n)'s walls a testament to how big he was. He rose up off of (Y/n) to thrust his hips harder and faster than before, her ass beginning to clap from the force: music to his ears.

She grabbed the cushion beneath her tight, attempting to muffle herself with it.

As Armin began snapping his hips back and forth wildly, he leaned down and begged, "(Y/n), don't hide, I need to hear you...!"

She lifted her mouth from the cushion and moaned Armin's name over and over again,  each syllable of her voice a guiding beacon to him.

He used one of his hands to reach beneath (Y/n) and draw circles around her puffy clit, causing her to practically scream.

She let out tearless sobs as he railed her to no end, begging him not to stop. At a particularly tight circle around her clit that made it in time with a deep thrust of his dick, she exploded, creaming all over the couch beneath them.

After she released, Armin thrust just a bit more before finally pulling out and stroking himself to completion, cumming all over (Y/n)'s back.

He fell on top of her, his warm, sweaty body the only thing grounding her in reality at the time.

Worried about suffocating her, he quickly got back up and rushed to the bathroom for a towel, wiping (Y/n) off once he came back.

After he was done, he helped her flip onto her back and kissed her on the forehead, smoothing over her hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to snuggle with her.

"I'm glad you got the blanket," she mentioned with a giggle as they laid on top of the now wet blanket.

Armin chuckled against her skin. "No problem."

Once they'd each fully caught their breath, and their hearts were back to their regular pace, Armin mentioned, "We need to get up and shower."

(Y/n) protested, saying she didn't want to get up yet.

However, Armin adjusted himself so he was in line with her ear and whispered, "It's not ending yet, you know?"

Upon hearing that, (Y/n) stood up and dragged Armin with her to the bathroom by his hand, slamming the door behind the two of them.

CH. 6

Armin opened the glass shower door and turned on the water, putting his hand under it to feel it warm up as (Y/n) leaned against the sink's counter.

In all honesty, she felt it difficult to stand.

After a while, Armin turned to (Y/n); "The shower's ready, come in."

(Y/n) heard what he said, but didn't process it, as all she could think of what how exposed she felt in that moment. Before, while they were definitely looking at each other, they were focused on... other things.

While it wasn't (Y/n)'s first time sleeping with someone, it was her first time showering with them afterward. She was nervous about being outside the haze of lustful passion, even for the tiniest moment, because it could leave room for Armin to question himself on what he just did, maybe realize (Y/n) wasn't all that worth it outside good sex.

"(Y/n)? You alright?" Armin asked.

(Y/n) stopped staring at the wall to look at Armin's thoughtful expression. She nodded; Armin sensed something was wrong.

"Hey, I promise it's okay if you want to shower alone, I'll wait outside the bathroom," he assured. "I'm sorry if I assumed anything."

(Y/n) shook her head, holding his hand so he wouldn't leave. "No-- it's nothing like that, I want you to stay," she insisted.

"Then what are you zoned out for?" he asked with a smile, his tone genuine and emphatically sweet.

(Y/n) took her hand off her elbow, her body taking on a less closed off stance. "You won't laugh at me, right?"

"Of course not!"

"Well," (Y/n) started, her eyes darting from side to side, "...I'm nervous about you seeing me like this. The light's so bright, everything's visible, you know?"

"I see what you're saying," he replied.

"Like, I don't know--" (Y/n) shook her hand around in a confused gesture. "I'm scared you'll think too much."

"About what? Fucking you too hard?"

(Y/n) looked at Armin with a shocked expression, her face turning red.

He chuckled shyly. "Oh-- sorry,  forgive me," he pleaded as he cleared his throat. "Look, if you're worried I might think you're ugly, or regret what we just did, you're wrong. I wouldn't dream of thinking that way."

Armin wrapped an arm around her waist and gently urged (Y/n) into the shower, steam fogging up the glass as soon as he closed the door.

He gave her a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck and assured once more, "I think you're amazing, (Y/n), you can't do anything to change my mind on that. I've been yours for a very long time."

(Y/n) didn't know what to say. It felt like in all the time she'd spent thinking about Armin's wet dream, she'd forgotten that he was her best friend.

A sweet, unassuming boy-- well, man now, who'd never hurt anyone, especially not her.

She felt silly for thinking otherwise, even if only for a little while.

She took a deep breath and sighed, content. "Thank you, Armin. I really needed to hear that."

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and hummed, the pair happy to stand under the showerhead as the warm water coated them.

However, (Y/n) took note of the steam forming around them. She felt like she was in a foggy trance, the warmth of both Armin and the hot water aiding to build her a high but tender arousal.

She turned to face Armin, looking up at him with wet hair in her face as she placed her hands on her chest and rubbed her nipples slowly as he watched.

He covered his agape mouth, his eyes slightly obstructed by his wet hair. "(Y/n)..."

She looked down at his massive dick, taking in how it came back to life bit by bit.

She put her hand between her legs and softly stroked her puffy clit, moaning at how sensitive she still felt, but mostly to get a rise out of Armin. She then gathered her juices on her fingers and brought her hand back up.

Armin watched with awe, leaning in closer and grabbing her hand with both of his, taking her fingers in her mouth to lick up everything she had to offer.

He released her hand, moving to hold her tight as he gave one of his deathly kisses; (Y/n) swore she felt slightly faint after all the time Armin spent pushing her tongue around with his. She felt it unnerving how good he was at it.

He grinded against her the entire time, grunting into her mouth when he felt how sensitive he was getting.

He abruptly grabbed her hips. "Wrap your legs around me, please," he breathed.

(Y/n), with Armin's strong support beneath her, made a little hop and wrapped her legs around Armin's waist, becoming completely sandwiched between him and the wall.

She hugged him around the neck, burying her face in it to kiss it all over. 

He lined his now-hard member with her entrance and slightly lowered her, impaling her on it entirely.

She bit on his neck to release the tension inside her, the concentrated pain of him entering her at such an angle quickly turning into pleasure as she relaxed her muscles.

He thrust his hips down, holding her in place as his dick nearly came out of her then went balls-deep again, over and over.

When Armin started, he'd go so slow but so deep in a way that made (Y/n) nearly scream for more.

She pulled her head back and kissed him, trying to match his intense pace.

She moaned louder and louder, touching him all over to probe him into moving faster, and it worked.

He held her in place nearly effortlessly, thrusting his hips down only to slam them back into her and hit her g-spot each time.

Their wet bodies where silky against each other, a perfect mold. The water coming out of the shower was nothing compared to the fountain coming from between (Y/n)'s legs, and Armin was direly obsessed with it; he reveled in the "squelch" of each stroke, the sounds of their passion only driving him closer to the edge.

"(Y/n), touch your clit, I can't reach it this time," he begged, as his hands were occupied with holding (Y/n) in place. "Let me hear you finish again-- please, (Y/n), I need it..." his voice shook, his pace was ever consistent but his thrusts grew harder by the minute.

(Y/n) leaned against Armin, making sure her mouth was close to his ear. She held Armin tight with one arm and used the other to move her hand between her legs and stroke her swollen clit in time with Armin's thrusts.

With how fast he was going, matching his pace meant quickly flicking her clit with the pad of her finger, something that made her eyes roll back.

She bounced up and down against the wall, her vision growing hazy as Armin rammed into her nonstop. Her back arched against the wall as she felt herself getting close; her walls clamped down on him and her body grew limp as she relentlessly squirted around Armin's shaft.

She cried out Armin's name nonstop, praising him with all her voice box would allow.

He whimpered softly as she clamped down on him, only a few thrusts away from finishing. While still holding her, he pulled out, and (Y/n) stroked him vigorously until he came all over her.

Armin slowly put her down on the shower floor, getting onto his knees with her.

They caught their breath, holding one another tight; the sight of (Y/n) covered in his cum made Armin want to cry of joy.

He buried his face into her wet, sticky chest.

"Please, don't wake me up," he begged.