Will you come over and give me some d!ck? With the Aot boys. (Obviously Nsfw) (Minors be vanquished.)

This is my first time doing smau so please be gentle.

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Opposite sides attract (Eren x Reader)

I was thinking this could take place around season 3 but with older Eren. Technically it would make more sense from a manga standpoint than the anime. This is Nsfw so 18+ only.

Synopsis: Eren meets a beautiful girl while being held hostage. He’s waiting for death or his teammates but all he can think about is you.

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How they simp ft the Aot boys

This is both Aot universe and Modern universe. I’ll separate them accordingly. 

when you suck it make it wet..// ∘* e. jaeger, a. arlert, c. springer, j. kirstein, r. braun

୭̥⋆*｡ summary: in which sin indulges in her oral fixation, and rights sloppy head for said characters

୭̥⋆*｡ cw: lots and lots of oral sex, throat bulging, morning head, throat fucking, public sex, dacryphilia, spit kink, and there are some twitter links… lmk if I missed anything!

୭̥⋆*｡ notes: praying for this to end, also i know eren’s name doubled it fucked up and it’s better than paragraphs being repeated😭

meteorologist!jean who viciously bounces his legs and bites the end of his pens as he reads over his late night research and awaits any prognosis for today’s weather forecast.

he would be working in the usual allocated computer space that they had for staff to use, but there was something about the all glass conference room that looked over the main reporting studio that meteorologist!jean preferred.

and it’s not something he’s super proud of, but meteorologist!jean sometimes uses the alone space and time to get his cock out and languidly stroke it — for good measure! not because he was horny, but because there was just this humane twistedness to him that loved the glass view the conference space had over the reporting room — the possibility that someone could be watching, thrilling.

but then as meteorologist!jean turns his wheelie chair around towards the glass that looked over the reporter room itself, he catches you, the head reporter, potting around the space; as you aimlessly twirl and amuse yourself by checking your ass out in the camera’s monitor screen or how you rise on your tiptoes and perk it backwards to see if looks good in the pencil skirt you wore — or even how you cupped your breasts from over your shirt and pumped them upwards to make them look bigger for the monitor.

meteorologist!jean doesn't know if you were aware of his presence. not like you were doing anything bad — but you too were an early riser and usually came in at times you didn’t need to.

however, by just being able to watch you from the shadows of the top overlooking conference room bade him the space to be perverted, to stroke his cock now in thought of you.

but then meteorologist!jean has another thought — a thought that should be fleeting and of no expansion upon.

either way, he’s acting on it before he knows he should and within two minutes, the man is bursting into the reporter’s room at expense of your surprise.

“oh! jean! good morning!”

it takes meteorologist!jean five minutes and an insane amount of morning rizz, but it doesn't take him much to eventually have your back plastered against the reporter’s table and your black heels dangling besides his ears.

that pretty face of yours turns to posses a jelly like smile and rolled back eyes, those lips having spit drooling from the slack corners of your mouth. how you lavish within the slick thrusts that meteorologist!jean is pumping in and out your cunt, the sick squelch and hammering of the table — no mistake to what was going on.

and the thing is, meteorologist!jean knows that there well could be a few staff upstairs within the operating room. the sound and tech usually came in a lot earlier than the presenters themselves, but again, the human sickness of his voyeur tendencies didn’t care that someone may well be watching over them from the top — maybe, possibly, jerking off to the two of you having sex and meteorologist!jean finds out that he loves it.

meteorologist!jean finishes off inside of you, allowing his cum to sit beautifully within your warm insides, but his cock hiccups whilst its still spurting its seed, because he fantasises about how you'll go on air in an hour or two with his sick cum stirring within your stomach.

“morning, people!” yawns the pd as he walks into the room, shy three minutes that the both of you took to clean yourselves up.

the pd places his bag down, but then as he stands up, his face screws uncannily.

“god, i must still be asleep. smells like sex in’ere again.” he mutters.

meteorologist!jean's face tans over red as he tries to feign innocence. you on the other hand seem unbothered, so much so, that meteorologist!jean questions whether this has been your first time in this position.

silver underground. / chapter 10.

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BIRTHDAY CAKE

It’s your birthday, but JEAN’S the one receiving all of the cake right now. He can’t help it, even after he spent his entire day figuring out how to bake a cake for you; homemade icing from an ancient family recipe.

Even so, as his large hands gripped your ass while you bounced deliciously along his cock, he certainly thought it was his birthday today.

“Baby,” he groaned, forcing his previously shut eyes to flutter open. “Is this all you wanted for your birthday? My fucking dick?”

You nodded, pressing a kiss against his cheek, leaving a mark on his skin from your gorgeous red lipstick.

Suddenly, Jean lifted you up, tossing you down on the bed as your legs dangled over his shoulders.

“Let me give you your present,” he said.

He dived right into your cunt, flicking his tongue over your button as he shoved two fingers inside of you, curling them just right. He moaned against your clit. His free hand gripped your thigh.

Even when you flooded his mouth with your creamy juices, he continued to eat your pussy like his life depended on it. He couldn’t help it if you tasted better than a piece of birthday cake.

Pulling away from your cunt for only a moment, he smirked at you as he mumbled “happy birthday, pretty girl,” before reattaching his lips to your clit.

🏷: @hidansdarling

Fucking the Attack on Titan Boys Stupid

+ genre. nsfw

+ warnings. mentions of sex

+ notes. college au / in which you finally take the control

EREN JAEGER

˗ˏˋ their favourite things of yours to wear ´ˎ˗

+ eren, armin, mikasa, jean, reiner, annie, porco, pieck & zeke

― tags/warnings: gn reader + no pronouns, lots of fluff

― a/n: changed my headcanons layout! c: also, im v happy to be posting hcs again heh <3

― masterlist

EREN. your hair ties. ever since he started dating you, he stopped buying them altogether. why would he ever need them if he could just steal yours? mf is like "babe, have you seen OUR blue hair tie?" just as you were considering hiding them from him, your gaze travelled to your boyfriend, who was playing video games across the room. his eyebrows knitted together in concentration, no shirt and his hair in a bun secured with your light pink spiral hair tie. fuck him for looking so adorable, you thought, before snapping a quick photo.

ARMIN. your sweatshirts. there's nothing armin loves more than putting on one of your sweatshirts and getting drunk in your scent that lingers on the fabric as he goes around his day. doesn't matter if he's working from home or running errands, he just loves feeling as if you're there with him somehow. your heart always skips a beat when, after a long day, you see him bundled up in your sweatshirt and typing away at his laptop with a concentrated look on his face. cutest thing you've ever seen.

MIKASA. your necklace. you always told mikasa she could use any of your jewellery, yet she couldn't help but feel short of taking your rings and bracelets. however, there was a very thin golden necklace she immediately grew fond of. the first time you mentioned how pretty she looked in a tank top and your necklace, her cheeks grew red and offered to give it back if you wanted it, but you insisted she kept it. when she wears it around other people, it makes you feel as if it's her way of showing everyone that you belong to each other. JEAN. your photo (inside his phone case). not necessarily something you wear, but he keeps his favourite polaroid of yours inside his clear phone case (as the raging bisexual he is), so he can look at it whenever he pleases. there's also a couple of stickers and a vintage game card, but he can't get enough of turning his phone and relishing how pretty you look when you smile for him. he makes sure all his friends look at your photo by *casually* leaving his phone face down when he's around other people. he wants everyone to know how lucky he is to have you in his life. REINER. your lip balm. it started as a silly little thing. his lips were chapped and you offered him one of your colourless lip balms, sitting all pretty on his lap as you applied it. when he rubbed his lips together, he couldn't help but notice the faint strawberry taste he used to taste whenever he kissed you. since then, he makes sure to put some on every chance he gets. not only does it make his lips soft— it also reminds him of you, of the taste of your lips and that sweet aftertaste of your kisses he's grown to love.

ANNIE. your perfume. even if at first she mocked it for being expensive, now you watch her with an amused smile as she sprays some behind her ears before heading out. you know how much comfort the smell of your perfume gives her, even if she denies it every time you tease her about it. it's no surprise, though. no matter how hard annie rolls her eyes, you know how much she loves burying her face in the crook of your neck when you're lying in bed together after a long day.

PORCO. your scarf. on a particular winter night, after he had dropped you home, you insisted on lending him one of your scarves so he wouldn't be as cold on his way back. you thought he would return it the next time you saw each other but instead, he decided to wear it. and the day after that. and the day after that. when you casually asked him when/if he was planning on giving it back, he said he didn't know what you were talking about because it was *his* scarf. you only let him get away with it because he looked really cute in it and because you noticed the prideful look in his eyes whenever people realized he was wearing something of yours.

PIECK. your rings. pieck actually likes making jewellery and she loves it when you wear anything she has made. she has even made some very special pieces for you! however, after once mistakenly putting on one of your rings and only realizing it at work, she was surprised by how amazing it felt, wearing something that had your energy and made her think of you all throughout the day. since then, all of your jewellery is shared, and if there's something pieck loves more than wearing your rings is seeing you use hers on your ring finger. gives her ideas of a brighter future with you.

ZEKE. your watch. he was running late to a work interview and since he couldn't find his watch, you lent him yours with a quick kiss. the joy you felt when, several hours later, he came back with the job he had been wanting for a while made you forget to ask for your watch back, instead enveloping him with a hug. you didn't notice it missing until a week later, as you watched him get dressed in the morning. he put the watch around his wrist and caught your sleepy gaze slowly recognizing the item. "for good luck," he smiled, before planting a kiss on your forehead and whispering goodbye.

Eren HC’s: Stealing his clothes

Desk Job

--♥--

His finger presses against your lips, gentle but firm, hushing you as he pushes you into the room. He has that dangerous look in his eyes again. Ever since you confessed to Levi he’s been insatiable, barely able to keep his eyes off of you, greedily waiting for every moment he can steal you away to be alone. Greedily waiting for every moment he can get his hands - and his mouth - on you.

Porco seeing Pietro crawl across the floor: Hey, buddy. Got places to go? People to see?

Pietro: Ba!

Pieck: Oh so when he crawls up to you out of nowhere it's cute, but when I do it you get spooked?

Porco: He's a baby. You're a wholeass woman.

scrap #002 — armin a. x reader

c.w. aged up, modern-ish, mermaid!reader, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut, mild language, no y/n usage, second-person pov, selective mutism

note — used to be a fanfic series in the making, but i decided to scrap it and redo it

Typically, Armin never had an issue finding tranquility in the condo he split with his best friend—at least not to the extent where he wasn't able to drown it out as he got lost in a book of some sort, however this time the blond just couldn’t. The noises that erupted from the man in the room just adjacent to him were beginning to give Armin headaches that would sometimes last for days on end—obnoxious screaming as he seethed at a game he had been playing with a few of their mutual friends and the laughter that was once something the blond cherished; grateful that his friend was elated, but day after day of it started to irk Armin, notably on days when he needed to study for an upcoming exam. 

He cherished his friend, but regardless of the myriad of times Armin politely asked if his roommate could tone down the noise, his pleas always seemed to fall upon deaf ears. It wasn’t like he hadn’t picked up the many times Armin’s discussed this with him, Armin knew he heard him but whether he chose to ignore his complaints assiduously or not didn't really matter to the blond at the moment, and sadly, he didn't have the nerve to tell him otherwise either, so he takes it upon himself to figure out a solution to his ongoing problem. 

All he craved was a pleasant, tranquil area where he'd be able to study and read in peace. Sure, he could always go to the library, but the ride there was dreadfully long considering the two had chosen to get an apartment off campus. He could head over to a park nearby, but the sounds of kids playing would merely give him more of a headache than he currently had.

Most of his ideas were promptly put down, though he still had something. He'd caught glimpses of a petite lagoon nearby—a dazzling sight that seemed to gleam beneath the sun’s rays whenever he would pass by, and the great trees that safeguarded it from jaunting eyes only heighten his interest. 

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 & 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 + 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

# .01 — armin arlert, levi ackerman, eren yeager, reiner braun x fem!dom!reader

# .02 — cw : smut : mommy kink, cum eating, oral [m & f receiving], bondage, orgasm control, a dick slap?, nipple play, thigh fucking, use of sex toys and a feather <3, overstimulation. lmk if i missed anything.

# .03 — im back babbyyy jk i didn’t go anywhere, im just here thinkin’ bout these guys as subs <3, not proofread + RBS APPRECIATED

minors do not interact

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— 100% super whiny, would cry, begs a lot, face flushes, mommy kink

₊˚.༄ RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW — assorted characters !

SYNOPSIS - ❝ a compilation of the men who just don’t give a fuck about when or where. ❞

NANAMI KENTO

your lips wrapped around the head of his cock as you swirl your tongue around his slit. it was taking everything in him to fight off the groans that threatened to escape him. his hands were gripping at the arms of the reclined, spinning chair he sat in, slacks pulled to his ankles with a cock sitting hard in between your lips.

“jesus, love. that feels incredible.” the strain in his voice and the bucking of his hips eventually caused you to start bobbing your head up and down, your hands reaching for his base as you stuffed your mouth full of as much of his cock as you could. “yn, yn, yn— that’s gonna’ make me cum, sweetheart— mmfuuck..” he whispers. nanami’s soft eyes wonder from your exposed chest to your pretty face. there wasn’t much left to say other than ‘wow’ as he watches you slurp and use a vacuum-like technique on his cock.

nanami’s hands cradle the back of your head and he begins to push your head down faster. the gulping and gagging just about did it, but everything fell silent when you attempted to stuff his entire cock into your mouth, “yn, i’m cumming, baby. ah— shit!” you hear distinct chatter outside of nanami’s office door, but a few nosey colleagues didn’t have shit on you. you had to keep going. if anything, this got him to the checkpoint even quicker, white ropes spurting onto your tongue as your husband grumbles a string of moans from his chest.

guess the office gossip would be hot tomorrow.

EREN YAEGER

his grip on your wrist his firm as he pulls you up the stairs to the nearest bathroom he could find, “eren- wait until we get home, baby,” you whine, hearing him shut and lock the door behind you both. you audibly moan when he lands a palm on your ass as a response to your request.

“are you out of your mind? walkin’ around like that in front of me like i wouldn’t do this. you had it coming,” he yanks those oh so infamous shorts and does the same to his pants as well. he has to quickly cover your mouth his his hand due to your loud whimpers, his cock slowly slipping into you while doing so.

“be quiet and take it,” he says quietly. his hand moves from your mouth to your neck as you nod your head up and down. he had a firm grip on both sides with his fingers. the sound of your skin clapping was loud enough, but suppressing your moans became more difficult when he was fucking you like this. “eren- oh my g—, please” you put your hands on the bathroom sink and grip for dear life. that’s when he picks up the pace, now clutching your neck with not one, but two hands for leverage.

“look at us,” he mumbles, turning your head to meet his gaze in the mirror in front of you both. the tip of his cock bullying your cervix has you close to cumming, but the sight of it all had a much bigger impact, “look at how good i'm fucking you. i wonder what your parents would think if they knew their daughter was a whore?” he mocks. and with that, you finally cum, coating his cock in your slick while riding out your orgasm to finish him off as well.

soon after, eren pulls out and leaves your legs trembling. he chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead, “that’s enough for now. now let’s get goin.’ don’t wanna miss family feud right?”

FUSHIGURO TOJI

toji was losing his grip on your lifted skirt, his hands becoming sweaty as he breaks you in from behind. with your arms wrapped tightly around the back of the seat and your face mushed against it, your whines and howls were enough to alarm a passer by.

he was digging in so deep, your body rocking with every thrust he sent your way, “f-fuck, fuck, fuck! tojiii—“ you use the strength you have to look back at your frustrated boyfriend, his hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes fixed on the motion of your ass up against his lower abdomen. he could care less about your pleas. the only thing on his mind was making you cum.

your hand presses against the foggy glass as toji slams you onto his cock with all his might. your shaky, weak legs didn’t stop you from fucking back until you could feel yourself release all over him, “that’s my girl,” his hands travel to your ass, placing his hands underneath and supporting your balance, “what a slut— playin’ games while we’re out. you’re fucking unbelievable.”

toji mushes your head against the seat and muffles your cries. the pattern of his thrusts began to slow down and soon, you could feel him filling you full him, “you just take it so easily. all that screamin’ earlier— you’re so dramatic.”

ARMIN ARLERT

armin’s reddened cheeks weren’t one to be unnoticed. the way you were bouncing on his cock was inevitable: tits jumping, mouth open, eyebrows raised in pleasure— you looked too fucking good, “o-ooh fuck, yn—“

the echoes of your moans bounded around the walls of the locke room, armin’s tip hitting just the right spot. every time your thighs met his, you whined and scratched at the nape of his neck, “minnn—i’m so so close!” you screech. that’s when armin takes matters into his own hands, now thrusting upwards and continuing to help batter out your pussy.

“i’m so lucky— getting to feel you like this…it’s so f-fucking good.” armin latches a his mouth onto one of your nipples and licks at the hardened skin. the pebbled pattern of goosebumps covering your skin overcame you all over again as his small gesture finished you off.

armin flinches at the tightness of your cunt contracting around his cock as your nails dug into his shoulder pads. armin groans and shudders, the jersey you’d worn almost tearing due to how tight the poor boy was clinging on to you.

“you always know just how to warm me up, pretty.”

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