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♡ — a/n:@ofoceansandtombstones got me hooked on the idea ofpegging porco and i just had to write about it. she also beta’ed this so mwah, thank you so much. also tagging @puppylcve because we’ve been obsessed with the idea for a few days now <3
“I missed you so much,” you smiled, nuzzling your face on Porco’s neck. You’re laying in bed naked with him and even if it’s been hours since he returned after yet another battle as a Titan, you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. Your arm is draped across his waist, pulling him closer to you. Spooning him is your favourite position for when you’re resting after making love. You loved pampering him and leaving kisses all over his shoulders, making sure the big, strong man in your arm never doubted about how much you loved him.
“I missed you too,” he replied, taking one of your hands to his mouth and kissing it. Your grin got wider.
“Missed those kisses,” you said, making him chuckle. “This cheek,” you followed, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “This fucking jawline that could cut glass.”
Porco laughed louder as you kissed his jaw.
“This broad back that makes you look so strong…”
“I am strong, baby,” he corrected you. You ignored him.
“These abs… God, I seriously missed them, no joke,” you sighed, trailing your fingers on top of them. You noticed him flexing just a tad and did your best not to let out a laugh. “And of course this cute ass,” you added, grabbing a handful of his bottom and squeezing it. “It’s so cute, it’s an ass you just wanna peg.”
You felt Porco stiffening and then turning on the bed to face you.
“c’mon, baby,” you pouted, “it’s only been ten minutes.”
porco looked up at you; his nose was the same color as the flush on his cheeks. you had just begun your fun and he was already at your mercy.
your bottom was flush against his hips, wet heat of your soaking cunt tight around him as he forced himself to stay still.
you had challenged him, telling him that for every time he tried to thrust into you, you’d add time onto the timer. you wanted to see how long it would take for him break; or alternatively, how little time it would take to get him to crumble under you.
I don’t think some of your links work in your master list👉🏽👈🏽
Answer:
Thank you so much for letting me know!! For some reason it likes to change the links to match my old username, I don’t know why though. Thank you so much again!!! <3
Also I just figured out how to cut off posts am I galaxy brain or what??
Galliard
The only possible relationship anybody can have with him is rivals to lovers
As soon as he gets feelings, he’s going to be an absolute prick to you. He doesn’t really know how to go about it, despite having a few S/O’s before
Get ready to have a ton of arguments with inexplicable sexual tension
He actively does dumb shit just to get your attention
If someone tells him that you even briefly mentioned him while he wasn’t around, he’s going to melt
He loves the idea of you thinking about him without him being present. And talking about him? With somebody else?? He’s dead
He kinda gets jealous easily but won’t act on it, despite being a bit standoffish for a while
Despite being ‘enemies’, you sure do hang out a lot. You get into fights over who should pay for the ice cream
Sometimes you buy the warrior recruits increasingly expensive things just to outdo eachother. They love it
He also gets really defensive over you. He’ll deny any feelings yet freak out when someone says something slightly negative about you because only he’s allowed to do that
Gabi, Udo and Falco have a whole conspiracy trying to get you together. They wanted to get Zofia on board but she’d just straight up tell you and ruin the whole thing
He falls asleep all the time in pretty wierd places so one time you just kinda picked him up and carried him to his bed. When he woke up the next morning and heard about it he almost screamed and couldn’t look you in the eye for weeks. He’s kinda mad that he was asleep and doesn’t remember it
Could I get a headcanon for rough sex with porco 👉🏾👈🏾 he needs more love ❤
Answer:
porco needs some loveeee and i’ve been waiting for porco requests so i love this, here you go😆
rough sex w/ porco headcanons;
warning; nsfw asf
where do i even start? rough sex with porco would go so crazy. he’s with it all, so you’re really in for a wild ass ride…
100% degrades you, and this doesn’t only apply to just sex with him, but when he’s flirting with you it can come off in a degrading manner, just the way he talks everything sounds somewhat offensive but it’s not on purpose
calls you the regular, you know, like; a dirty slut, a whore, bitch, all the goodies😀
“you’re really on your knees for me like that, you whore.”
“what a needy bitch.”
yeah❤️
he’s handles you really rough in general, i mean tossing you onto the bed, grabbing your jaw harshly when the two of you kiss, pulling your hair, pulling your clothes off with no patience or regards to them ripping, you have little welts and stuff just from how rough his touches are
slaps you. if you’re acting up expect a hand across the face, or across the ass, his hands are his bestfriend when the two of you are fucking
and his hands are his bestfriend in more ways than one, i mean he likes when they’re wrapped around your neck, having you gasping for breath too
also likes using his fingers to pinch and grab at your skin, like i said he’s gonna leave bruises
probably would spit on you too, whether it be spitting on your goods to make it easier to slip in, or spit on your face when you’re acting naughty, spit in your mouth just because he can
to be honest he probably wouldn’t mind blindfolding or gagging you either, and he’s a sucker for some sex toys on you, specifically speaking vibrators and dildos the most
probably also likes tying you to the headboard, i’m not even gonna explain this one, it just makes sense to me🧍🏽♀️
he holds your hips when he pounds into you and everytime he does his mouth is dropped open in like shock pleasure i guess????
he likes the feeling of your ass slapping against his hips so he probably likes taking you up in doggy style or when you’re laying on your side while he stands up and lifts one of your legs up
he’s generally rough when it comes to kissing i think, so when he kisses you it’s always so rough and he leaves your lips feeling so bruised and swollen
he’s probably a sloppy kisser too tbh, he loves tongue and just swallowing your mouth up while letting his hands trail all over your body
he grips anything he can, whether it be your shirt, your thighs, the fat on the sides of your stomach, the headboard, the sheets, he’s also gripping something and gripping it tight
like there has been plenty of times when the corner of a sheet has come undone because he was pulling on it subconsciously🙄
when you ride him he can never help but jackhammer into you, i mean he’s going fast as fuck, have your whole entire body bouncing in his lap
he’s a biter for sure, biting your neck, and your jaw, i mean we know the man knows how to put that jaw at work🤰🏽
but he kind of be forgetting to leave hickeys, idk why i headcanon this, i just feel like he literally forgets to marks you if he planned on it, but it’s okay because all the bruises forming make up for it, right?
when he’s hitting it from the back he definitely pulls your arm back to lift you off the bed a little while he fucks you hard.
likes it when you scream and moan, it doesn’t even have to be his name, just the sounds of pleasure you let out egg him on so much
sex with porco = so amazing, that’s the moral of these headcanons🏃🏾♀️
You’re not supposed to enjoy being insulted by others, nobody likes it. Lots of people enjoy doing the insulting, but no one enjoys being insulted. It never bothered you as a kid and it doesn’t bother you now, 17 years old and numb to all ridicule. Even now in the cadet corps, you were completely fine when officer Shadis was chewing out each and every one of you. You kept a neutral face the entire time and responded with a steady voice, not everybody could do that. The only other cadet there who was as emotionless as you were was another female: Annie Leonhardt, age 17, blonde, blue eyes, and 153cm/5.1ft tall. She was neutral like you, an unamused expression on her face while she was being called things you wouldn’t hear from even a pig that could talk. She was like you, numb in a way; you knew you would want to get closer to her.
You did exactly what you had planned to do, observe and speak with Annie. She was incredible at physical combat, her size gave her easy access to dodge punches, her speed was quick and could take anybody by surprise, and unlike everybody else, she kicked the back of the knees and the shins to knock over her opponent. After training, she would always go to the showers, after that, she’d go outside and roam the streets getting food and whatnot. If she decided she didn’t want to go in town, she’d go back to the barracks and relax. Some nights she was asleep on her bunk and others she was completely gone until the morning. When she spoke, the sentences were short and quick, her voice in a rather unamused tone.
Some would say your behavior towards her was creepy or stalker-like, but it didn’t matter to you, others’ criticisms never mattered to you. Even if your actions would make others uncomfortable, it worked in your favor- Annie was somewhat of a friend to you. At first, she would catch you staring at her, but instead of looking away, she’d stare back at you with her ice-blue eyes. She also began to stand closer to you; at first, she would be behind you and to the left, other times a few feet away from your side. She eventually stood next to you without saying a word. It was quite a sight for the other cadets, the two stoic females with straight faces stood next to each other.
After about a month of these silent interactions, Annie said her first words at you and only you, “I see you staring at me, stop it.” You quickly averted your gaze, feeling some kind of twinge in your chest, you haven’t felt this before. She continued to speak to you, not bothering to tilt her head to look at you, “I already have one creep staring at me, I don’t need another one.” Why did you feel a pang in your chest when she called you a creep? Regardless of the new feeling in your chest, you looked away, but to your surprise, she didn’t move away from you, she was still next to your arm.
That little interaction led to Annie speaking to you more, a lot more than she would with anybody else. She was still quiet and didn’t make jokes like Sasha and Connie, but she’d let out a quip during meals when someone did something stupid. Her witty jokes made you snicker, it didn’t matter if she was quiet. The first time she made a snarky comment was during dinner. Connie was teasing Jean about his painfully obvious crush on Mikasa, he was bragging and showing himself off, going on about how Mikasa would be lucky to date a man like him. Annie, without looking up from her bowl, spoke in the same tone as usual, “Please, I’d have a better chance at taking Mikasa to my bed than he ever would.” At that moment, you let out a loud laugh. She looked up at you, her eyes a bit wide from your unexpected burst. Just as quickly as she looked up, she looked down again, the same bored expression rising to her face. “Keep it down, you sound like an old crow.” There’s the pang in your chest again.
These kinds of interactions lasted a few months, you two would be silently standing next to each other, either you or her would comment, she’d insult you, and you’d feel that weird snip in your chest. You were so used to feeling nothing when insulted, why did you feel something when it was from Annie? Insults were supposed to make you feel bad, not the way you felt. You would get flustered every time she called you a pig, you’d feel a jolt of electricity through your veins when she would kick your skins, and when she told you that your fighting skills were as strong as a blade of dead grass you swear you could feel yourself blushing. Even if she would insult you daily and pierce through your chest with her gaze, you never wanted her to leave your side or to stop making those comments about your colleagues.
Today was no different than any other day, Annie was hovering over you while your world spun for a moment. “You’re awful at dodging.” She stated, looking down at you. “I know, I know… Can you give me any tips?” you gripped her extended arm as she helped you off the dirt. “Why do you need tips? Are you really that incompetent that I need to tell you how to dodge a simple attack?” Pang. “No, you’re so good at it, I figured you’d have something to say so you don’t keep breaking my shins,” she grinned and chuckled, her laugh sounded pure, but her words were far from it. “Why would I help you? It’s funny to see you struggle to win.” Pang. “Well, I’m glad I’m good entertainment for you, Annie,” you rubbed your sore shin and held her shoulder for support. “Yup, now get your hand off of me, your hands are disgustingly dirty, you’ll probably need to take three showers to get that dirt off.” Pang. “Oh wait, that’s just your natural look, right? Looking like a dirty and scraggly stray cat?” Pang. “You look like a cat more than you do a human, you have the same fuzzy face and stupid wide eyes of one too.” Pang.
“But Annie,” you looked up at her, she had a slight grin on her face while she discredited you, “You like cats though.” her face completely shifted from cockiness to a mix of embarrassment and slight confusion. “I…” she tried to defend herself, but no words would leave her mouth. Your observations came in handy once again. Outside on the streets, you saw Annie crouched over in an alley. You were worried about her since she never was crouching, especially not in an alley. Peeking around the corner, you watched her to see if you should check up on her. Her arm moved from over her chest and back, what was she doing? Your question was answered when a small cat rolled over and circled around her, meowing. “Come here,” she mumbled impatiently at the cat. It walked in front of her and flopped onto its side, finally letting her pet it. She smiled slightly to herself when she pet its soft fur. Now you knew that Annie was a cat person.
“Annie, are saying you like my face?” you teased, smirking. Annie seemed to be flustered and definitely angry about it. Was it possible she was trying to compliment you but disguising it as an insult? She glared at you, the other cadets continuing their training and giving neither of you the time of mind. Both of you made eye contact, no words spoken, but actions spoke louder than words. Annie crossed her arms and looked away, still a tad flustered. “Get up, pig.” There’s the pang in your chest once again. ‘Training’s almost over, come with me afterward, and wait for me after my shower.“ You nodded, this was probably the chattiest she’s ever been, she hasn’t insulted you as much as she did when comparing you to a cat. "Let me try and dodge your kicks again, what d'ya say, Annie?”
The training ended, and as expected, you couldn’t dodge Annie’s kicks, she moved too quickly for you to keep up with. The two of you were on your way to the shower rooms, you didn’t shower after training, but you knew Annie did. “How do you move so quickly?” you asked, genuinely curious as to how she could predict your every move. “My dad taught me,” she answered bluntly, not looking in your direction. You hummed in reply, still walking next to her until you reached the shower rooms. Both of you stopped in front of the door, “Wait here, I’ll be out in five minutes, hold into my clothes.” The shower rooms had a bench on the inside to leave your clothes on, so you didn’t understand why she was asking, more like telling, you to keep her things.
The water turned on, you heard the faint pitter-patter of water against the stone walls. You were leaning against the wall outside with her clothes folded in your arms. Her cream-colored hoodie was small, it was in good condition as well. You wondered if her father had given it to her since he taught her how to fight as well, they must’ve had a good relationship. You let out a sigh and listened to the distant sound of running water. You couldn’t wrap your head around why you didn’t react to anybody else’s insults but reacted to Annie’s. The pang in your chest wasn’t unsettling for you, but you figured it should’ve been. It felt like moving your arm after getting a shot, or that feeling when you first jump into a pool. It wasn’t supposed to feel pleasant, insults were supposed to hurt, so why did you get so giddy when she called you names?
“Hey,” your head turned to the side. Annie was poking her head out the door, “Give me my clothes.” You did as told, she then disappeared back behind the door. Annie never said please, it was just a little quirk she had. She was a tad officious, she usually told others what to do instead of asking. Honestly, you liked how she acted towards you, she would order you around and call you things but refused to leave your side. The door opened again, Annie came out wearing the uniform minus the jacket with a towel around her neck. “Come on, we’re going to a shop, you need to wait outside.” You followed her and moved to the side so she could walk next to you like always.
“The water was cold today, I would’ve taken longer if it was warmer.” You listened to her go on about the water temperatures while she dried her hair slowly. “You’re lucky the water was cold, I would’ve taken over ten minutes to finish up in there if it was the temperature I like.” What was she trying to tell you? “Well, lucky me then.” There was no reason that you knew of that you needed to go to a shop, all Annie said was that she needed to pick something up and to “mind your business”. Once the two of you got there, she told you to wait outside. A few minutes later, she came back out holding a small box. She ignored every question you asked about it while the two of you headed towards the barracks.
The wooden doors opened with a creak. You held the door for Annie, and you could swear you heard the quietest “thanks” when she passed you. “What was that for, Annie?” you chirped. She turned her head around and gave you an irritated look. “What was what for, pig?” “Why did you say thank you?”
To anybody else, this would sound like a strange and abnormal question, but this is Annie, anybody would ask this. “Because it’s what you’re supposed to do when someone does you a favor?” Well this is was unexpected. Annie? Saying thank you? She must’ve gotten hit by a rock or something, this was not her usual behavior and it was concerning. She must’ve caught on to your new observation, “I can be nice too, you know.” “Apparently so.” She was quiet for a moment, looking at the ground and wondering what to say. Neither of you spoke to each other while you followed Annie to the rooms, still carrying the jacket of her uniform while she carried her box. Once inside, you peeked over her shoulder.
“So, what’s in this box you have here?” You questioned as she closed the door behind her, locking it. As soon as that door was closed, you were pushed against the wall, Annie’s cold blue eyes staring into yours. “I know how you feel about me.” she said without context, was it that obvious? You decided to play dumb, question her and whatnot, “I don’t know what you mean, really I-” you were cut off by her hand over your mouth. “Just shut up already.”
While her hand covered your mouth, her other one opened the box, “don’t say anything about it with your useless words.” You obeyed, watching her actions closely. Her hand pulled the top of the box off, reaching in and pulling out a small, pink, silicon rod. Her hand was removed from your mouth, but her eyes weren’t, she still glared into your eyes as she pulled out the item that looked more 18+ than before.
“A-Annie, what is this-” the pink item smacked your cheek with a slapping noises. “Don’t ask questions, you annoy me.” Why were her insults so appealing to you when they were supposed to repel you? Whatever the reason, it made you so frustrated, so confused. Why now did it make the feeling in your heart stronger when tensions were high? The pink member smacked your cheek a few times, you were quiet per her request.
“Now, be a good little bitch and stand against the wall.” You followed her orders and stood against the wall, your chest pressed against it. Annie stood behind you, her hands trailing down your back before harshly slapping your ass. “This toy is a strap-on. It’s a new sex toy for girls to fuck girls.” Her words were strong and exact, you could hear faint clicking noises behind you. “Keep your head straight, I know how much you like me.” Heat rose to your cheeks while she unbuttoned your shirt and her own as she insulted you and talked about your huge crush on her. “
I’ve seen you stare at me and my body, how you tense up when I’m near, how you stalk me. You must have a thing for me, it’s obvious by now, you were terrible at hiding it.” You didn’t reply, only looking back at the wall. “Am I right? Do you have a thing for me, Y/N? I know I’m right.” Her hand pulled at your nipple, making you squeak in reply, “y-yes! I do…” her hands trailed over your body again, “I’m well aware you do.”
You didn’t disobey her commands, your arms still pressed against the wall with your back arched slightly, unable to look back. “Your body is so gorgeous, I don’t know what I’ll do when it’s bruised and tired.” A chill went down your body at her words, her index finger tracing your spine. Her voice was the same, quiet and relaxed, but there was more emotion here, it was almost scary.
“I bet you want me to coddle you and treat you like a baby, right? Sorry to say, but I’m not as simple-minded as the people who want that… people like you.” Her words were hypnotizing you alongside the movements of her hands over your bare sides, the tip of the strap-on poking between your legs. You pushed your hips up, showing her that you were ready and she had your permission. “Look at the way you tremble, I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle everything I have to offer, hell, I don’t know if o should give it to someone like you.” A shaky mewl left your lips as the pink cock pushed passed your entrance quickly. It hurt, the felt so bad but felt so good at the same time.
Her hands rested steadily on your hips, not moving hers as she stood there; you didn’t know, but she was staring right at you for a good few moments. “You aren’t allowed to moan or look at me, got it? Can you do that or do I have to strangle you until you can’t moan anymore?” The threatening tone of hers made you quiver in anticipation. Her hips moved back and quickly back into you, stimulating you to speak. “I won’t look at you, Annie, I promise!” Her fingers gripped your hips as she began to move, seemingly pleased with your response.
The sting of her nails digging into you made the thrusts of her hips feel even better, you had to bite your lip hard to prevent yourself from moaning. Since you couldn’t vocally express your enjoyment, your body instinctively moved on its own. Backing up into her, moving your hips back and forth to match her thrusts, even squirming to get closer to her. “You get so excited over a plastic penis, is it because I’m the one with it on? I bet that’s why, you pervert.” You pressed yourself up against the wall and closed your eyes, squirming to try and shoo away the moans that threatened to leave.
Your cheek was pressed against the cold wall, eyes squeezed closed in pleasure until they opened, meeting Annie’s gaze. Her quick thrusts stopped, her fingers moved from your hips as she nearly pulled all the way out. Her voice was low and threatening as she spoke to you, “I told you not to turn around, did I not?” The hands that rested on your thighs moved to your neck and twisted it back to face the wall, the other hand pulling your hair. “You must be desperate if you’re brave enough to disobey my orders. You only think about yourself.”
Her hand tugged your hair as the other pressed your face against the wall. “A-Annie, sorry- please” you weren’t allowed to finish your sentence. “Don’t say a word to me, got it? You’re my toy and that’s it, you’re my little cocksleeve now. I don’t even have a real one, but you always look like you want me to fuck you.” Her hips were almost all the way out as she lectured you, making you whine at the loss of pleasure. You weren’t being treated nicely by her, her insults were rude and unforgiving, it made your heart skip beats.
Just before her strap on left your body completely, it was rammed back into you. A silent scream left your mouth at the pain of your hair being pulled and the silicon hitting deep inside of you. Annie wasn’t done, she repeated that action another time, then another, and then another time. There was a rhythm of quick, fast thrusts that hit the sensitive areas inside of you, pulling your stability apart. Whines and pants left your lips, spurring Annie on to making you feel more. “You like that huh slut? I can hear your breathes from here, keep it down. Don’t want the others to hear all of your whining.”
Every drag of her hips brought you closer to your release, quiet whimpers were the only noises you were allowed to make and the only noises you could make as her hand was still tightly wrapped around your throat. “A-Annie, close…” you sputtered out, your legs threatening to give out underneath you. “I don’t care, go ahead and cum on this dick, show me how much you need me. How needy you are for me. How much of a desperate slut you are for Annie Leonhart.”
All of the things she’s called you went through your head, every nasty thing she’s compared you to went by in a flash. Your body tensed up when she hit that special spot inside of you once again, your release coming in waves of pleasure and choked out moans. “A-Annie, an-nnie, ahn!” She spoke up and rubbed your hips during your orgasm. “That’s it, cum all over me like a prostitute…” you did exactly that, squeezing the wall and your knees to keep yourself stable.
Once you had finally gotten the opportunity to catch your breath, she pulled out quickly, giving you one more after-shock. The box opened and the clicks of the straps were removed and placed back in the box. Your shirt was thrown at you. You looked up at Annie who was already putting her own shirt back on, looking at you with the box next to her.
“I’ll be back again tomorrow, meet me outside of the showers, pervert.”
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*dreams sigh* i wanna put puppy boy porco on a leash and make him eat me out underneath the desk while i’m working. if he stops i give his cute lil dick a slap with the riding crop, or sometimes just to hear him whimper. bby has a love/hate with the riding crop cuz on one hand it feels so good when it traces his cock and spreads his pre-cum, but on the other hand, he’s always on edge because he doesn’t know if it’s going to whip him or not.
Answer:
omg
warnings: s&m, puppy! porco, pet play
notes: puppy! porco supremacy
he sat real pretty on his knees, his hands on your thighs as you sit in front of him. he’s got that thick black collar around his neck again, a matching black leash clasped to the metal band. and beside the clasp of the leash is a cute little heart shaped dog tag engraved with the name ‘pock’
hey, do u write for other aot characters or just armin? i am absolutely CRAVING big dique/size kink reiner x f!reader 🥺
Answer:
yes i do ehbrbabtheb
warnings: size kink, dacryphilia, praise
it always hurt.
no matter how well he fingered you, how long he lapped at your pretty cunt… it always, always hurt.
he’d stuffed you real nice with three of his thick fingers, pumping them out of your dripping cunt until you were shaking for him. then he got you all wet with his tongue, eating your pussy sloppily and fucking you with his tongue.
Never in a million years would you ever enjoy the cold. It’s wet, it’s annoying, and it makes driving more of a pain in the ass than it usually was. Winter was never a fun time to go to classes, but since it was your freshmen year of college, you knew you couldn’t ditch like you would in high school.
Despite the annoyances of snow, there was one good thing: seeing your crush, Sasha Braus. She always managed to make a day great even if you slipped on ice, hell, if an icicle stabbed you in the eye, she’d probably rush over to help you distract yourself from the pain of it. Sasha was in your economics class, her first sentence to you was “can I borrow your highlighter?” who would’ve thought such a silly comment would start such a beautiful friendship. It’s been about 7 months since the day you two met, but everyday it seemed that the two of you only got closer.
Tuesday morning, most likely at 8:30am, your phone alarm went off from under your pillow. Oh, how you absolutely hated the morning classes you took, if you hadn’t paid for these, you probably would’ve skipped them at least once a week. Never did you enjoy getting up just to learn about numbers and formulas you’ll never use in the real world, but at least you got to see your friends.
Rolling over like a dying fish, you sat up and chose an outfit for classes. A black pair of jogging pants, calf-high socks since your lecture hall’s air conditioner makes the room colder than Antarctica, a white short sleeve, some boots, and a blue sweater. You looked good in this outfit, not too practical but not too cozy either, very fitting for college. Once you got your stuff all together, you locked the door behind you and left.
The air was cool, the weather in September was the best temperature in your opinion. Your dorm wasn’t far from the lecture hall, lucky for you, now you don’t have to walk a mile and back to go to a 120 minute class! The heel of your boots tapped against the sidewalk as your keychains clicked against the zipper of your backpack. It didn’t take too long to reach the building, and just as expected, the air conditioner made the room ten times more chilly than it needed to be. Once you sat down and rested your cheek on your hand, a light poke on your shoulder came from behind you.
“Hey,” the voice whispered playfully. “Hey Sasha,” you replied. You were used to her morning antics before the professor came in. She was leaning over her seat to touch your shoulder, one hand holding her chest up and the other retracting back to the desktop. Her smile was gorgeous, it was warm and sunny enough to melt a foot of snow. “Hey Y/N, guess what I brought for us!” She whisper-yelled at you, an excited smile on her lips. You tilted your head in curiosity when she reached into the inside of her jacket.
She pulled her arm out of the jacket once again, holding a small bag of salami. “Sasha, where did you get this?” You asked. “I got it from Connie, he said he didn’t want it sooo I took it!” She seemed very happy to have a piece of meat from a friend. “You know, after classes maybe I could come over and share with you?” Was.. was she asking you out? Or was she asking you to hang out? It didn’t matter, all you had to do was wait 2 hours until your “date” with Sasha.
Your professor finally finished his never-ending lecture. You hadn’t even taken the notes he told all of you to write, you only thought about Sasha. The way her hair flew in the wind, how the sun outlined her smile, it made you blush just thinking about it. “Y/N, come on, let’s go to your dorm!” It was almost embarrassing how quickly you got up and packed your things, but she didn’t seem to mind. Sasha followed behind you as the both of you made your way out of the lecture hall.
Peering next to you, her stunning amber eyes met yours with curiosity. “How are classes?” She asked cheerfully. Sasha was always the type to strike up a conversation no matter the atmosphere, if it was too quiet, she’s talk, simple as that. “They’re ok, boring, but okay.” She smiled at you and continued to question you, not that you minded. She was always so sweet to you, always ready and willing to have a conversation with you.
After you opened the door to your dorm, Sasha was quickly laying on your bed, making herself comfortable. “Y/N, close the door and come here!” She waves you towards the bed, holding the salami in her hands. You smiled to yourself and locked the door like always. Sasha moved over and patted the spot on the mattress next to her, a silent way of telling you to come by her. You followed her hand and sat next to her.
While you clicked on your phone, Sasha ate the meat Connie gave her earlier. “Y/N, look over here!” You did as told and looked up, a cold and somewhat slimy thing meeting your lip. “Open up,” she said, pressing the cold meat against your lips. Hesitantly, you opened your lips and ate the salami, it was actually really good.
Sasha continued feeding you the pieces of salami, neither of you were looking at your phones, just living in the moment. While you were enjoying the food, you didn’t realize she was almost completely out of it. She fed you the last few pieces, and once the last one was eaten, she was quick to press her lip against yours. “It’s a different taste, yeah?”
She was smiling innocently at you while you were red-faced and frozen. Your crush just kissed you on the lips without a second thought. Her eyes were on you, waiting for an answer. All you did was nod. Sasha giggled and dipped your face, squishing your cheeks slightly. “I like you as much as I like this salami!” You couldn’t help but smile at this, holding your hands over hers and laughing to yourself. She knew you were happy and began peppering kisses all around your face.
You could say this was an after-school date after all.
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It’s about time we all got to hangout!“ Exclaimed Reiner as he stumbled out of the car, probably slipping on ice. Ymir stepped around the ice patches and got closer to him with a smirk on her lips, "yeah, I’m glad about it too, and seeing you slip like an idiot makes it better.”
“Come on Ymir, he’s trying his best, even if it isn’t working out…” commented Historia, nearly slipping as well; if it weren’t for Ymir being next to her, she would’ve ended up the same as him. You only snickered as you climbed out of the car and onto the snow covered grass, your tall boyfriend following behind you. Reiner, now standing up and embarrassed, dusted off the snow from his jacket, “come on, let’s just go inside and forget about this!” You smiled and nodded, shaking your head slightly. The others followed behind you.
It was winter break, finals were over, and you had about three weeks to relax with your friends and loving boyfriend. To celebrate this, Historia and Ymir came up with the idea of renting a cabin to spend time together. You, Ymir, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Eren were friends since high school, and college wasn’t entirely too friendly to your group, if anything, it made keeping in touch more difficult. It was a blessing that all of you were able to keep in touch, but thanks to groupchats and lots of video calls, you managed to make it work.
“Okay, we got about 5 rooms, I’m assuming Ymir and Historia are sharing one, Reiner, Bert, Eren, and I can have our own rooms,” everyone stood in the main room and listened to you arrange the rooms, no one seemed to object. The layout of your cabin included five rooms, a kitchen with a fridge, microwave, and a few other necessities. The parlor had two couches made of logs and maroon-colored cushions, a wooden coffee table, a chandelier made of deer antlers, and a fireplace. There was a wide staircase that led to the five bedrooms. The interior was very fitting for a cabin in the woods, especially during the middle of winter.
While everybody else was taking off their boots and jackets, Bertholdt walked up to you as you pulled off your winter jacket. You glanced over at him and smirked while he took off his jacket. He always wanted to be close to you, it didn’t matter when or why, he just wanted to be next to you. You hooked the hood of your jacket on the wall and smiled at Bert, who only blushes and smiled back in reply. “Come on love birds, I wanna get used to the place!” with a sign, you followed Reiner’s demands and sat down on the couch.
Bertholdt followed you like a puppy and leaned over on the couch, listening to the banter of your friends. Everybody was always open and welcoming with each other, when Historia was introduced, nobody really had a problem with inviting her to hang out or adding her to all your groupchats. Everybody managed to get along with each other, even if occasional arguments broke out.
“Come on, I wanna see our rooms!” Historia said with excitement. The others nodded and followed her up the wooden stairs. You opened the door to your room, the walls were dark wood, a painting of deer was hung over the queen sized bed with red blankets. There was a closet with no doors and a mini fridge that doubled as a bedside table next to the bed.
Throwing your suitcase on the bed, you flew yourself backwards and rested against the soft bed. With a sigh, you closed your eyes and rested your arms. This vacation was a good thing, everybody needed to get away from their work and see their friends, it was going to be a memorable experience to say the least. The pleasant thoughts drifted through your head and continued to make you happy as your eyes closed and you began to feel more relaxed and tired.
Your eyes opened to a dark and barely lit room. Your body was sprawled out on the bed in the same position it was when you laid down. Had you taken a nap? Seems to be that way. The outfit you were wearing was far too warm for your liking, sweatpants and a hoodie were too much. At this point, sleep was out of the question, but changing into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt wasn’t , and that’s exactly what you did.
You still weren’t sure if you had taken an accidental nap, so to test your question, you grabbed your phone and opened your door. The only light you saw was the dull shine of the fireplace, the night sky showing through the uncovered windows. You left your room and walked down the stairs with your phone flashlight on, the faint creaking with every step reminded you to be quiet. It seemed as if everybody else was asleep in their rooms, so you had to be careful.
The couch was fairly warm against your skin from the fireplace, inviting you to get comfortable. The warmth radiated from the fireplace against your legs and arms while you scrolled through your phone. “1:35am” read the illuminating screen, the brightness from your screen made you squint. You changed positions from sitting to laying down. You were in comfortable silence with you and yourself, the occasional, faint snoring of the others were the only noises you heard.
While you were peacefully playing a clicker game on your phone, someone’s cold hand extended onto your shoulder. You jumped and looked up at the person in fear. A kind and peaceful expression met with yours, “Hey, it’s me.” “Hello, Bertholdt.” His sweet, emerald eyes met yours in the darkness and his large figure leaning over to see you curled in the couch. “What are you doing up? I would have thought you were asleep by now,” his voice was sweet and curious as to why you still up. “Well, I accidentally took a nap when I laid on my bed…” you giggled a bit, mostly out of embarrassment.
Bertholdt only smiled at your reply as he moved to sit next to you. You moved forward and patted the spot behind you, offering to cuddle. He obliged and laid down behind you, his head resting on your shoulder and arms around your waist. “Well, I’m lucky I found you here then,” he whispered against your neck.
You backed into him and pressed your body against his, adding warmth to your own body. It was always so sweet to cuddle with Bertholdt, his height added a certain charm. Despite his height, he could still cuddle you on couches or in small spaces; he was tall and skinny so it worked in his favor. His favorite thing to do was rest his arms around your neck or his chin on your shoulder.
You noticed that Bert would shift positions occasionally, hearing a soft grunt whenever he got comfortable. His grip also seemed to tighten around your waist when he moved. He rarely acted like this, but every time he did, it was incredibly subtle and easy to miss, but you knew that he was being physically clingy because of one thing: he was horny.
Bertholdt Wasn’t the type to initiate sex or anything terribly intimate, you were usually the one to do that. Once you realized what was going on, you moved your hips back and pressed your ass against his crotch, a bulge already growing. His grip tightened once again, causing a smirk to grow on your face. “Oh, baby, you’re already hard…” you teased with a sweet voice that was barely louder than a whisper. “I can’t help myself, I’ve been stressed and, well…” his voice trailed off while you moved your hips against him.
“It’s okay baby, we can go back to my room and-” “no.” He cut you off and held you tightly, “we’ll wake up the others because of the headboard, let’s so it here,” he suggested. This was surprising, especially for someone as shy as Bertholdt. He wasn’t ever the type of guy to be into risky sex, it was so out of character for him, but that also made it more tempting. It took a bit of thought, but you agreed to his idea, moving your pants down, “okay, I don’t mind doing it here…”
Bert almost immediately repositioned himself to pull down his pants, his cock protruding through his boxers and rubbing against your ass. He held your waist tightly while moved his hard erection onto your clothed ass, groaning at the friction that only added to the pleasure. He seemed almost too eager to pull out his cock when you slid your panties down and spread the lips of your pussy. He may have been shy, but he knew what he wanted and aimed to get it no matter what.
You backed into his chest, making sure you were pressed firmly against him. One of his arms wrapped around your waist while his other pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out. You arched your back just enough for him to press the tip of his cock against your entrance. The warmth of the fire mixed with Bertholdt’s body was the perfect environment.
To spur on your boyfriend even more, you pushed yourself backwards, pushing his cock into you quickly and forcefully. Without hesitation, he pushed his hips into you and tightened his grip around your waist, head buried in the crook of your neck. He groaned and pressed himself against you, moving his hips back at forth at a slow rhythm. “F-feels so good, baby, always so tight…” he mumbled against your neck as he continued his thrusts, slowly picking up the pace.
One of his hands held your waist tightly while he trusted his cock into your pussy desperately. Whimpers and quiet moans were mixed with gentle kisses and bites on your neck were Bert’s poor attempts at keeping himself quiet. He was never very vocal in the bedroom anyway, but if he was as needy as he was now, he had a tendency to whimper and moan more than he usually would’ve. You too were moaning quietly and panting, just as eager for his touch as he was for yours.
His pent-up sexual frustration and stress was released in the form of quicker and deeper thrusts, his tip hitting your cervix often. His chest rose and fell quickly, his hot breath hitting your neck every time he exhaled. He was desperate and needy for you, craving your body and everything about you.
Your entire position switched when Bert pushed you underneath him, your stomach against the couch and him on top of you. He thruster into you roughly, one hand on your thigh and the other on the back of your neck. You gasped when he continued to thrust quickly, barely giving you any time to react or adjust to the new position. “Shh, be quiet baby, don’t want the others to wake up…” he whispers against your neck. His breath hitting the rim of your head along with his cock hitting deeper inside you certainly was going to make that a challenge.
Bertholdt fucked you almost animalistically, pushing your front half into the couch and holding your thighs in place. Constant panting and moans came from the tall man above you while he relentlessly thruster into you. He bit down on the back on your neck, sucking and licking the sensitive patch of skin. “Look so good all marked up…” he panted against your ear, nibbling at the lobe and whimpering in your ear again. The only reason he was able to see the beautiful marks he left on your neck was because of the dull light from the fireplace.
Between the breathless pants and slight slaps of skin, the warmth of the fireplace still illuminated your now glistening skin. It felt like the world was just you and him together… until it wasn’t. The creak of a door made your eyes go wide. Bert heard it too, throwing himself off of you and pulling you onto your side like you were earlier, his cock still inside of you- he was strong enough to do that effortlessly.
Both of you were motionless as the creaks of the floorboard got closer. Whoever came downstairs didn’t turn on the lights, saving both of you from the embarrassment that would’ve been well known between the two of you.
Bertholdt peaked up and look towards the kitchen, a dim light coming from the fridge; it was Reiner who woke up. He looked back down at you and mouthed “Reiner” to tell you who it was. After you nodded, he looked back up to keep an eye on him. Reiner scuffled through the fridge and pulled out the milk carton and just…drank out of it. Bertholdt watched, mildly disgusted, as he didn’t even bother to pour a glass.
While he kept watch, you remained laying down, waiting for Reiner to leave the kitchen, Bert’s cock still twitching inside of you, waiting for movement. It was safer to remain still, not getting any attention from anybody who might be half-awake as well. No matter how much you wanted to move, no way in hell would you risk Reiner catching you and Bertholdt fucking. You wouldn’t risk, but it seemed as though Bert didn’t mind.
He occasionally moved his hips, playing it off as getting more comfortable, but he knew it wasn’t. Bert ducked down once again and nuzzled your neck, pushing his hips against yours again. “What are you doing? We might get caught!” You whisper-yelled at him. He didn’t reply, he only held his hands against your thighs and moved inside of you once again. “We won’t get caught-ngh- as long as you stay quiet…” his words sent lust running through your veins. Bertholdt wasn’t one to take risks, this was beyond out of character for him, and you loved it.
His thrusts were slow but pleasuring, teasing you while he poked your cervix. Gentle and quiet breaths against your neck when he wasn’t biting and sucking at the crook of your neck. He was desperate for your body, licking at the sensitive bruises he left on your neck. It didn’t matter to him that someone was only 20 feet away from catching you two being filthy together, the only thing that mattered to him was you and him.
The fridge door closed and the creaking of the floor approached the couch. You squirmed as a way to tell him to knock it off, but it didn’t work, he only hit down on a different part of your neck and sucked. The creaking was right behind the couch and Bert only continued his small and quick thrusts, still biting into your neck hard enough to draw blood. All you could do was pray that Reiner didn’t turn around and see you two going at it in the dull light of the fire.
Luckily for you, he moved away and after a few moments, his door closed. The two of you were alone once again. Without a second to process what you just barely missed, you were flipped onto your stomach once again. Bertholdt was rutting his hips into yours quickly, fingernails gripping at your thighs like there was no tomorrow. “Feels too good to resist…” he mumbled while pounding himself into you mercilessly. It took all of your energy to hold back the screams of pleasure he was giving you. The way his cock bottomed out in this position hit your G-spot perfectly, that little bubble inside of you forming as you lost yourself in the pleasure.
One of his hands gripped your waist tightly as he thruster himself into you relentlessly, the other hand intertwined with yours tightly. Whimpers and whines left your mouth while he held back his by biting and marking up your neck. His thrusts were quick and becoming less steady, he was as close as you were. With a pleading look in your best puppy eyes you could manage with your lustful eyes, you moaned, almost whispered to him, “harder baby, please make me cum…”
Bert didn’t need to be told twice, his hand leaving your fingers and pushing down your lower back- he knew how you liked it when he took control. The hand that was wrapped around your waist spread your thighs apart, allowing him deeper penetration, while two of his fingers rubbed quick circles over your sensitive clit. Your eyes squeezed shut as you choked back the many loud moans that threatened to leave your mouth, Bertholdt biting his lip and pounding into you mercilessly.
With a few more sloppy thrusts and aggressive movements of his fingers, you were shaking under him, your orgasm coming in quick flutters in your abdomen. Just as yours ended, his began. Pulling out of you and pumping his cock quickly, five spurts of hot cum landing on your lower back and dripping down one of your ass cheeks.
The two of you were a panting and somewhat sweaty mess, your legs were spent after this for sure. While you were still unable to move, Bert wiped off his cum with the underside of his shirt, even pulling up your underwear and shorts for you. You shot him a tored smile and rolled onto your back to look at him. “Baby you know I can do this myself,” you whispered. He only smiled back at you. Picking you up in his strong arms and carrying you like a koala. “I know, I know, I just feel like it’s the least I can do after… you know…” even in the darkness, you knew he was blushing at the thought of it. You nuzzled your cheek against his chest and closed your eyes before he gently placed you on the bed, closing the door behind him.
Bert proceeded to lay down next to you, pulling the blanket over both you and him and wrapping his arm around your waist, head on your shoulder. “I’m staying here tonight,” he stated, but you had no problem with it at all. “You’re more than welcome to stay, baby.”
“I could have done it myself!” The small blonde exclaimed. “Historia, you were going to hit the tree!” “I could have avoided it if you hadn’t pulled me aside, I’m not weak!” Rather than arguing, you continued to pull her by the arm and away from your messy landing spot. Everybody had been training on their ODM gear maneuvering throughout the forest, and you had stayed close to your girlfriend, Historia. While she was swinging through, one of her wires loosened and fell from the thick tree. If it weren’t for you swooping in underneath her, she would’ve fallen over 30 feet onto the ground, causing many injuries. For some ungodly reason, she was beyond pissed at you and didn’t even want to talk to you.
The 4'11 blonde speed-walked away from you despite your grasp on her arm. “Historia, I don’t get why it’s such a sin to try and stop you from getting hurt,” you protested, before she continued to object. “I didn’t say it was a sin, I don’t want you to treat me like some delicate bunny!” She ripped her arm away from yours and looked at you with anger before storming off, leaving you standing there.
You walked away from the spot she left you in towards the barracks. The two of you didn’t fight often, rarely ever. Your relationship was considered a secret, everybody saw you two as “very good friends”. Ymir would occasionally get close with Historia, but it wasn’t terribly romantic- more of a “you’re weak so I protect you” sort of manner.
The barracks were silent, the other females wandered the streets, the mess hall, anywhere, really. You were laying down on your mattress, closing your eyes and resting your head against the pillow. Despite the serene silence, it was near impossible to sleep when your girlfriend was off somewhere else, mad at you. You knew Historia was loyal, she wouldn’t cheat on you and you knew it, so you weren’t worried about that. What you were most worried about was how she would think of you after this.
Nothing could distract your thoughts from your constant worries, not even the muffled banter of the others in the hallway. It only made you think of her, it was agonizing that she wasn’t next to you or in your arms. Maybe a shower could help you? It really wasn’t your brightest idea, but desperate times calls for desperate measures.
A few other cadets were in the hallway, some were talking and others were quiet. You made your way to the showers, waving at some of the cadets and being fairly sociable. Luckily, the showers weren’t that far away from the barracks, so you didn’t have to walk terribly far.
The showers were in a stone room with mildly hot water. During summer, the water was mostly warmer and could be steamy, but since it’s fall, it’s rare that the water gets steamy anymore. This was really just an annoyance, nobody liked cold water except Connie for god knows why.
The shower room walls were adorned with smooth stones, the floor matched the walls. A bench rested against the wall as a place to put your clothes and towels, a wooden door leading you to the stall. You pulled your loose shirt off, no bra to restrain you either. The cool air bounced off the stone walls and sent a breeze over your exposed chest and legs while you pulled off your shorts and undergarment. You felt yourself becoming more relaxed while the cold air emitted onto your skin.
The water rushed from the shower head, warming up very, very slowly. It pooled around your feet and mister over your skin, the cold water sending a chill up your spine. Your arms crossed over your chest as you stepped directly underneath the flowing water, covering yourself and feeling the droplets roll down your skin, hair falling into your face. Your worries were put away as well as your clothes, no longer stressing over life anymore.
Your hands roamed through your hair and rinsed out the sweat and dirt, cleaning your hair and embracing the water’s touch. Your eyes were closed, but you could still hear the dripping of water and the new slight creak of the door. Your eye opened slightly and looked at the door, you weren’t terribly worried since this was the girls shower rooms after all; if a guy were to even try to get in, Ymir would kick his ass before he even got the chance to look past the door.
“Um, hey Y/N…” spoke a soft and gently voice, barely audible over the splashing water. “Hello, Historia,” you knew the meek voice anywhere, who else would enter the showers with you anyway? “I came here to-” you cut her off before she could continue. “To talk, I’m guessing?” She nodded and looked down remorsefully, she was stripped of her clothing as well and covering her chest under your gaze. “Well, say what you’d like to say, I’m listening.”
She looked up at you with those wide, baby blue eyes you fell in love with. “I was wrong for acting like a child, and I’m apologizing for my behavior,” she spoke up, her voice was strong yet shaky, unaware of how you’d react. “I’m glad you realized your mistake.”
She stared at you, most likely expecting some form of forgiveness, but you weren’t going to forgive her this easily. Her eyebrows furrowed while she stared at you, still expecting something she wouldn’t get. You decided to egg her on, teasing her to get a certain reaction from her. “Since you’re here, you should wash up a bit,” you smirked down at her, watching her anger build up slowly. “Y/N, I came in here to talk to you, not to shower, so please, just do as I ask!”
It was getting on your nerves how she still demanded your cooperation, not even letting you speak yours. “Why should I? You don’t bother listening to what I say,” you spat at her, now making eye contact. “I try to, but sometimes you make it so-” you turned towards her quickly, still glaring. “So what? Difficult?” She was backed against a wall now, your harsh glare piercing through her. “I know what you were gonna say, and I may be a pain in the ass, but so are you.”
Your hand traced over her shoulder and further, holding onto her arms and moving to her waist. Your free arm holding her arm in place. Moving closer to her face and never once disconnecting eye contact, your lips brushed over hers. The two of you connected your lips as you pressed her against the wall, the water hitting your back and warming you up. Her lips moved against yours desperately, all of the tension from today leaving your bodies in a heated embrace.
Your tongues tied together and swirled around, absorbing the taste of each other’s mouths. Little moans and pants came from your girlfriend who was completely powerless to the pleasure she was receiving. You knew Historia well, and you knew that she always wanted more than she bargained for.
Your hand moved downwards towards her stomach, squeezing her side slightly before moving down further. She gasped, giving you another opportunity to shove your tongue deep into her throat and make her mewl for you. While she was distracted by your tongue, you moved two fingers downwards onto her needy clitoris and pressed down. She was quick to moan, the noise being engulfed into your mouth as your tongues remained connected.
The two fingers moved quicker while you had her up against the wall, her body completely at your disposal. She needed to learn her lesson for being a brat, and if overstimulating her in a shower room was what it took, then so be it. Historia’s small arms wrapped around your neck and clawed at your back as you rotated your fingers in ways that made her whimper like an animal.
You wanted her to feel good, to know that you were the one doing this to her. When your mouths finslly disconnected, a strained and almost pained moan echoed through the room. Your eyes interlocked with hers once again. She looked away as if she was embarrassed for her behavior, but the look in her eyes when she moaned for you was too enticing. With your other free hand, your fingers and thumb tilted her head up to look at you, your eyes still staring into hers. “Didn’t know you could make those sweet noises,” you teased, still rubbing her sensitive clit. She opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, but only a gasp left. “What, cat got your tongue, Historia?” You continued to tease her with both your words and your fingers.
It seemed as though she could no longer form sentences, the pleasure that you gave her adding onto her senses just as you had hopes it would. “Come on, you can’t say anything? Fine, keep being bratty, then, let’s see where that gets you.” Once again you jabbed at her with your words, she seemed to be turned on by it rather than hurt, especially with the way her hips raised when you did it. Your fingers picked up the pace once more in hopes of edging her to her orgasm. “Come on baby, I know you got it in you, unless you want me to keep treating you like a slut, you want that?”
As your words pushed her, your fingers assisted in helping her reach her orgasm. While she pressed her hips against your fingers, your tongue slid back into her mouth to prevent her from being too loud as she reached her climax. She thruster her hips forward a few times and screamed into your mouth before relaxing and panting. You moved your body back and looked at her.
“Are you gonna be a brat anymore?” She shook her head, still panting. “Good,” you cooed, picking her up and holding her against your chest, “now let’s take a shower, yeah?”
The weirdest part about being tall is that tall people don’t seem tall? Like I’ll hear “oh yea Porco is 5’8” and I think “oh he’s a little bit short” but he’s not, so I think that 5’10 is average and heights like 6’4 really don’t seem special to me. It’s weird but that’s the joy of being 5’11😅
“You’re not supposed to be on your phone in class, idiot” the message read. Reiner smiled slightly to himself seeing how you can still find time to scold him even when he’s in class. He sat in front of his laptop and rested his phone on the screen, texting you.
“I know, it’s boring plus I know it all already, I’m fine” he replied, knowing damn well you’d lecture him about it, and you did exactly that. 3 paragraphs later and a need to push another button, he smirked to himself before replying. “You always know exactly what to say to win a man over, Y/N.”
It was always fun to see his best female friend get snappy with him over text, it’s like a lollipop after going to the doctor; the doctor being a boring ass class and the lollipop being his sweet friend give him attention.
Looking to the wall and at the clock, he checked to see how far through he was. “Only halfway?” I should have fun with it…“ he thought to himself as he typed in reply. You and Reiner were good friends, good enough to make flirty jokes and smack each other’s ass. Flirting wasn’t new, but actually meaning it at times was.
You, on the other hand, sitting in your dorm room in shorts and a shirt, resting in your bed. No classes or lectures today, the day off work, just relaxation and texting Reiner.
There was a ping from your phone that you could only assume was a text from Reiner. It’s not new for him to text you during his classes, even if you do tell him not to. Rolling over, you grabbed your phone and opened up the notification, and immediately blushed.
"if you keep lecturing me like that I’m gonna make sure your fingers and mouth are used for something else.”
You weren’t sure if he meant for it to sound as suggestive as it did, but knowing Reiner, there was a good chance it was either-or. You decided to have some fun with it as well, he might just be pushing your buttons, after all, so you decided to reply with the same energy as him.
*sent.*
You could feel your face heating up as you tried to ignore thinking about what you sent him. Reiner was your guy best friend, you didn’t want to ruin it by sending some risky joke, but on the other hand, he could like it as much as you did.
You were excited yet scared to see his reaction. Reiner was a handsome guy, you couldn’t lie, and he certainly had all the charms you’d like in a guy. You also did find yourself wondering what he tasted like and how his kisses were, but you tried to steer away from that topic.
Reiner, still bored in class, was also silently panicking about his own risky text. He knew he shouldn’t have sent it, what if you thought of him as a pervert and he ruined what you two had? He was worried, he only half meant what he said after all. Yeah, he thought you were attractive and has inappropriately touched himself in the early morning to the thought of you moaning underneath him once or three times.
*Message from Y/N<3*
His hands went cold for a moment before he unlocked his phone to see how you replied, and boy was he surprised.
“Like what, touching your V-line and sucking you off? Maybe I should call you daddy too.”
How the hell was he supposed to reply to that? His face had a slight blush dusting over his cheeks along with a familiar and rather uncomfortable feeling in his Jeans. He knew that he wasn’t about to let his peers see him with a hard-on. Luckily his professor lets students get up to use the bathroom of their own free will. That’s exactly what he did.
Walking out of the lecture hall before his problem got worse, the words from sweet Y/N replayed in his head. He could only imagine how your hands would feel tracing his V-line, looking up at him with his cock feeling your mouth. He could only get harder at the idea, desperate to see how this goes.
He got to the bathrooms, locking the door behind him and quickly replying.
*sent*
You heard the ping and went to check to see who messaged you, hoping it was from Reiner and being nervously excited when it was.
“Didnt know you had a daddy kink, I like that. You must want this cock more than I thought you would ;)”
You instinctively moved your thighs together to deal with the slight heartbeat you had near your area. This wasn’t the basic friendly flirting you two always had, this was more than that. This was real flirting, no, you were borderline sexting him.
The thought of it brought a blush and slight smirk to your face thinking about the many possibilities of how he looks right now, how hard his cock might be. It made you curious with desire and a need to send back a reply.
“I am, maybe you feel the same way for my slick pussy?”
Reiner’s cock twitched slightly, thinking about how you would describe yourself so lewdly to him. He knew just as well as you did that you two were sexting, and he was gonna take this to his advantage with his replies.
“Reiner: you know it, princess. I’m in a bathroom rn touching my dick to the thought of that.”
“Y/N: I didn’t know you were into public stuff, you’re such a risk taker daddy, I like that”
“Reiner: you know it. You using your fingers as a replacement for my cock over there?”
“Y/N: maybe. You’ll just have to come over after class and see for yourself, I’m on the pill too ;)”
Reiner groaned to himself while he pumped his cock, reading over the messages you sent him. The thought of your bare pussy wrapping around him with every thrust only brought him closer to his orgasm. He could almost see you touching yourself and moaning his name if he closed his eyes. It drove him crazy how much he wanted to ditch his lecture and go to fuck you silly.
Your fingers were buried inside you on your mattress, eyes squeezed shut with the mental image of Reiner hovering over you and staring you down with his lusty hazel eyes. You moved your fingers in such a way that made you whimper in need of something more, something thick and large, something like Reiner.
You didn’t think you’d go as far as to invite him over after class to have a fuck session, but here you were admitting you were on the pill so you could feel his hot cum spurting inside of you, claiming you. You whined and tilted your head up at the thought, almost like you needed to feel him inside you.
*ping*
Interrupting your thoughts, a notification from Reiner came up.
“Message from: Reiner B: one video”
You opened your eyes along with his text, eyes widening as you watched his large fist pump at his dick. You could hear his grunts as he stroked himself quickly. Your wetness increased when you saw his long and thick cock that had a clear drop of pre-cum leaking from it.
He deserved a treat as well, moving your phone down and angling it with a clear view of your wet pussy and glistening fingers that entered and exited quickly, the name of “Reiner” leaving your lips in a desperate beg.
You clicked the record button and locked it, fingers slipping over your entrance and emphasizing your wetness. Two fingers pulled your lips apart, showing your red and tight entrance. As much as you loved muted videos, you knew he was alone, so you decided to open your mouth. “I need you right here, daddy~” you purred, slipping your two fingers inside before pulling out quickly, drawing a moan from your own throat. Once the video ended, you wrote “put in your earbuds ;)” with a kissy emoji.
Both videos and naughty texts were sent to each other in a heated desire to please both of you. Videos of your hands groping your boobs and videos of your fingers massaging your swollen red clit sent in between videos of Reiner’s twitching thick cock mixed with his dirty talk in a raspy voice.
You were desperate for this man, his body, his voice, his kisses, everything about him you wanted.
The final video was sent, much to your dismay. His twitching and leaking dick shooting 6 cumshots, all strong and ropey before he turned the camera around to show his flustered and needy face saying “I’ll be over after my lecture. 20 minutes.”
You were excited and nervous. You just saw your best friend cum to the sight of your pussy, and now he’s coming over in 20 minutes. “Okay, see you later daddy ;)”
The dreaded 20 minutes passed. Reiner finished packing up his stuff and rather quickly was walking to your non-shared dorm. You were sitting on your bed, rereading the messages from earlier to work up your anticipation and excitement. You began to pant slightly, thighs rubbing together once again for friction.
A firm knock on the door brought both a blush and a light sweat to your face; the muscular 6'1 man that could break your arm if he tried was at your door about to pound you into your mattress.
Opening the door, a small and rather frail “h-hi Reiner…” was heard. He smirked almost devilishly as he looked down at your figure. “Hey princess,” he said before slipping past the door, “and I thought my name was daddy today.” His voice was deep and distracted as he closed and the locked the door behind him. Once he turned around, his darkened eyes stared into yours. “Be good for daddy.”
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Humans are able to feel when people fantasize about them : they can feel their touches, kisses on their skin like it was real. You always felt some in your life, but it is the first time you are suddenly overwhelmed by someone else’s fantasies - and it’s probably someone who work at the police station, just like you.
Notes : IT’S FINALLY DONE !! I’m sorry for this, but my life is hell and I don’t really have the time to write (+writer block, its difficult D:) Anyway, I hope y’all will like it ! ^^ (I don’t have the time to correct it for the moment, sorry)
With
a frown on your face, you decided to grab your flashlight to have a
look inside the basement. The hatch was open on a ladder, and the
smell coming from this dark hole was disgusting.
“I
am coming with you, (Y/n). I don’t think it is safe for you to go
alone in this.” RK900 said, leaving the woman he just handcuffed
to the care of Connor.
“Oh,
alright then, Conner.”
You
raised a brow when the android decided to go first inside the
basement, but you didn’t say anything and followed him, trying to
breath with your mouth instead of your nose, trying to forget about
the horrible smell. When your feet landed on the ground, you looked
around and noticed the long hallway. The gun in your hand, you
followed Conner, ready to shoot if anything decided to attack, but
the only thing here was some muffled sounds, like cries.
“What
is it ?” you mumbled under you breath, arriving in front of some
sort of cell.
You
decided to have a look inside and almost immediately pulled back when
you noticed the human form standing in the dark of the room. Gripping
your gun with more strength, you looked again and your eyes widened,
having a look at Conner.
“What
the fuck did she do ?!” you said, an horrified glint in your
eyes.
Lost,
Conner decided to look too, and his eyes widened a little. Inside of
the cell, there was an android. He was leaning forward a little, his
white skin mixed with human one. He was deformed, with more body
parts that he was supposed to have - with wires everywhere. The
android was making sad noises, and his hands where traveling
everywhere on his body as a gest of pure despair. After some seconds
to look at him, you finally figured it out.
“He
feels Fantasies… like humans do…”
“It
is not possible. Androids can’t feel Fantasies.” Conner said in
a cold voice.
“Look
at him, and say that again.” you replied.
The
RK900 frowned a little but watched him again, and the two other
androids in other cells, and he finally added :
“She
modified them. They are mixed with human body parts. That’s why they
feel it. And it seems like it doesn’t stop.”
“They
feel Fantasies all the time, and there s nobody to help them.”
you whispered, scared.
You
lowered your gun and a sigh escaped your lips. You never expected
this - it was supposed to be a normal case, an easy one, but you were
wrong.
“Why
did she decided to make a report for burglary if she hide something
like this ?”
“We
will have to find out.” Conner answered, calling the other
officers to help both of you with the three modified androids.
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“Why
did you reported the burglary ? It was stupid, you knew that we could
find out about your ugly little secret, right ?” you asked at
the woman, sitting just in front of you in the interrogation room.
The
woman looked at you with a frown, her nails scraping on the table,
and she seemed like she wasn’t going to answer - but she finally
opened her mouth.
“I
never reported it. One of my…creations escaped, and he is the one
who called the police.”
A
flash of understanding crossed your mind and you whispered at Conner
:
“He
did it to help us find out the ones he couldn’t save himself. It’s
clever.”
A
sigh escaped you again, and you looked at the woman carefully.
“Why
did you do this ?”
The
smile of the suspect was disgusting and you froze on your chair,
looking at her while trying to hide your frown.
“I
just wanted to have fun. They thought they were alive ? Like humans,
right ? This revolution was ridiculous, but since they wanted to be
like us, I helped them to realise this dream.
“The
human parts you used on them. Where do they come from ?” Conner
coldly asked.
“Well…
such a difficult work like mine need some sacrifices to be made,
right ?”
You
buried yourself in her dark eyes. How could someone act the way she
did ? it was…inhuman, disgusting. And yet, here she was, somehow
proud of her work. Like it was something mesmerizing, like she was
supposed to be praised for it. Your hands closed on the papers about
the case, and you looked at your partner.
“Put
her back in her cell, Conner. I think we are done for the moment.”
Without
a word, the android forced her to get up and you exited the
interrogation room, heading to your desk where you sat with a loud
groan. You were tired, and the horror of the case you were working on
was playing again and again in your mind.
“Ya
okay, (Y/n) ?” Hank asked when he noticed your frozen face.
“Yeah,
its just this case… I’m not used to work on things like this, it’s
unusual…”
“We
had something similar not so long ago. A man named Zlatko.”
“Really
?”
While
Hank started to talk about the case and how they handled all of it,
Conner came back from the cells and sat at his desk in front of you,
already looking at the files. You decided to start to work too, and
you thanked the lieutenant before looking at your computer, thinking
about the woman. The reason why she did her experiments was
disgusting, but now, all you could think about was the Fantasies, and
especially with androids. It was a known fact that they couldn’t feel
it, but you weren’t so sure about this. After all, deviants were able
to feel humans emotions - maybe Fantasies worked on deviants ?
Frowning,
you looked around the office, and your eyes landed on Connor’s
figure, working at his desk with Hank. Maybe you could try on him ?
You knew it wasn’t a good idea but you were really curious, and after
all, it didn’t have to be an intimate touch - and since everybody at
the police station knew that Connor was a deviant, you just needed to
try.
Bitting
at your lips, your hands started to scratch on the desk and you
looked at the android, imagining your hands gently strocking his
cheeks. Your eyes widened suddenly when Connor froze, lifting a hand
at his cheek. ‘It really works on deviants !’ you thought, still in
awe.
Almost
immediately, the android looked at you with his head tilted on the
side and you felt your cheeks burn. The feeling of his hands in your
neck was his only answer - Connor probably thought that it was a way
to comfort and help the people you care about ? After all, he was a
deviant, and you weren’t sure that he really knew or used the concept
of Fantasies like humans did.
“(Y/n).”
You
turned at the voice of Conner and raised a brow when you noticed his
tense body.
“You
should focus on work. We have a lot to do.”
“Uh
yeah….yeah ok, sorry.” you mumbled.
Looking
at your computer, you started to write the report of the day and what
just happened in the house. Now that you knew that deviants could
feel Fantasies, it was the only thing in your mind, and you wondered
for a moment how it was even possible. Your eyes landed on the RK900
again - he was focused on the work - not like you - one of his hands
showing white to touch the computer. Unable to stop yourself, you
thought how you would kiss his fingers.
Immediately,
the android seemed to froze and glanced at you. How was it possible
?! Fantasies weren’t supposed to work on them ! Unless RK900 was a
deviant…but it couldn’t be, not him ! You blushed when a smirk
appared on his face, and a second later, you could feel two strong
hands grabbing you by the waist, and a yelp escaped your lips.
“What
are you doing ?!” you blurted out, your eyes widened in shock.
Conner
didn’t answer immediately, just looking at you with this mocking
face. He noticed how you tried your Fantasies on Connor, and he
admited to himself that he hated this. He could understand that you
liked the RK800, since you already said that you considered him as a
friend, but he was your partner, not Connor ! You definitely needed
to remember that.
“I
am just doing what you just tried too.”
“It’s
not…it’s not a game, Conner !” you whispered, furious.
“Fantasies aren’t supposed to be used for petty-”
“You
are wrong.” he cut you with a raised eyebrow. “It is a
game… and I already planned to win.”
“What-”
You
never finished your sentence when you felt his hands squeeze your
tights, and a muffled you escaped you, your figure tense. He inclined
his head on the side in a very Connor way, his eyes studying you with
interested. He stroked the sensitive skin and you closed your eyes,
releasing a shaking breath.
“Why
are you doing this ?” you managed to ask, the feeling of his
touch burning every inch of your body.
“Because
I saw you trying your Fantasies on Connor. He is not even your
partner. How dare you ?” he whispered, eyes as cold as ice.
“It’s
none of your business !!” you scolded. “I just needed some
information ! Now stop this !”
“No.”
“Conner-”
“Beg.”
“What
?!” you almost screamed, looking at him with wide eyes.
You
looked around and decided to lower your voice before everyone
understands what was happening between you and your partner.
“You
will never hear something like this from me. I am your partner, for
fuck’s sake ! We’re supposed to work, and you are just playing around
with this nonsense !”
“Never…you
really think so ?”
You
opened your mouth to answer but the sudden feeling of one of his
fingers playing at the entrance of your clit froze you on your chair.
A dying sound escaped you and you curled yourself on your desk,
hiding your face in your arms, trying to focus on your breath. You
closed your eyes and tried to compose yourself, but the feeling of
his finger inside you was so real that it was the only thing you
could focus on. You needed to stop this before it was to late, and
you raised your head, giving the RK900 a look of anger, before
whispering :
“Please
Conner, stop…I’m begging you…”
He
smirked, apparently satisfied with your words, and raised a perfectly
artifical eyebrow.
“Do
you really want me to stop ? It doesn’t seem like it…I can see on
your face that you want me to continue, right ?”
“No
! I did what you wanted, just stop !”
His
smile was almost feral when he imagined a second finger inside of you
and a groan escaped your lips, hiding your face again. You could feel
the pleasure, but since it was just a Fantasy, you were empty of his
presence, and it was a true torture.
“Conner..”
you whined pitifully, shifting on your seat.
His
smile dropped and his cold eyes studied you for a moment, and
suddenly the feeling disappeared totally, leaving you with a feeling
of emptiness who almost made you beg for more - but you stopped
yourself on time.
“Alright.
After all, you did as I asked.”
You
didn’t answer at this, but you already knew what he was thinking. You
knew that we could see on your face how you craved his touch, and the
Fantasy he tried on you without a second thought.
“Let’s
go back to work.” he just added, looking at the computer like
you never existed.
All
you could do was watch him in shock, feeling wet and aroused at the
same time, and a sudden, horrible thought crossed your mind - you
already felt those hands before. It was the same that the one who
made you ran to the bathroom this morning. It was Conner all along.
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Humans are able to feel when people fantasize about them : they can feel their touches, kisses on their skin like it was real. You always felt some in your life, but it is the first time you are suddenly overwhelmed by someone else’s fantasies - and it’s probably someone who work at the police station, just like you.
Notes : So, I wanted to make this one gender neutral, but since I want to write smut in it, it was going to be really difficult… so I decided to do fem!reader (I will write an other story with this two and it will be neutral don’t worry :)) Anyway i hope y’all will like this because I like this idea so much aaaah
PS : Like always, I call my RK900 Conner, and the regular one Connor.
Humans have always been able to feel each other’s fantasies - most of the time, it was just a gentle caress against an arm or the feeling of fingers on a cheek, caused by strangers in the street who were interested in you in a matter of seconds. Sometimes, humans could feel more, like a kiss, or some intimate touch, but it was more rare, because it was considered as rude to make someone feel your fantasies.
We learnt to kids and teenagers to stop their thoughts, because it wasn’t a good thing - even if it was considered as a way to find someone who can love you, the only reason it wasn’t against the law was because nobody could control this. After all, thoses Fantasies were an invasion of privacy.
In the end, people used them most of the time to see if the one they loved could feel the same - even if you can not know who it was - and to know what they like and are comfortable with about touches. Most of the time, it wasn’t even able to stop people to fantasize anyway.
Like everybody else, you already felt some Fantasies about you, but it was from strangers most of the time, and just light touches, nothing else. The last time you experimented a real kiss and intimate things was with your ex-partner, two years ago.
That is why you weren’t ready for the hands on your skin in the middle of the police station, early in the morning. You worked here for a few months now, after being reassigned to help Detroit in this android revolution, and since then you got your own daily routine before getting to work. After making yourself a coffee you headed to your desk when you felt it for the first time, frozen in the middle of the office.
There was hands on your neck, stroking the skin gently - you didn’t feel that at work since a month now - the last one who always tried to turn you on with Fantasies was Reed, and you threatened to shoot him in the head if he didn’t stop, so now you were in peace - until now, apparently.
You glanced around but nobody in the station was currently looking at you and you frowned a little - it didn’t help you guess who it was. You let out a shaking breath and headed to your desk, decided to work anyway and forget about the kind gesture. After some minutes, the feeling disappeared and you released your strained shoulders.
“Hello, (Y/n) !”
You raised your head to look at Hank, who decided to put a box of donuts in front of you. You smiled and grabbed it to find your favorite flavor, the one with sparkles on it.
“What did I do to deserve this ?” you asked with a smile.
“It’s for the help on our last case, I guess.” he answered.
You smiled again and took a bite of the treat and you added with a raised eyebrow :
“So, I noticed that you’re always here in time now.”
“Yes, I guess it help to have an android annoying the fuck out of me at home.” he mumbled.
You glanced at Connor, still at his desk and waved your hand at him with a smile. You were going to ask Hank some infos about the last case you helped them with but the feeling of strong hands grabbing your hips possessively stopped you dead in your thoughts. Your breath caught in your throat, you looked down and ignored the lieutenant to focus on yourself, trying to hide the sudden Fantasy about you. It had nothing to do with the one some minutes before, with the hands on your neck - no, this time it was way more different, and whoever was doing this to you, he did not seem to want to let you go. The invisible hands left your hips, but they decided to go lower, caressing your thighs, and a whine escaped you, your donut definitely forgotten on your desk, like your coffee.
“(Y/n), is everything ok ?” Hank asked with furrowed brows, shaking you with a hand on your shoulder.
“I’m fine.” you managed to answer.
He was about to add something but someone else decided to step in at the same time.
“(Y/n).”
You looked at the one behind Anderson and smiled weakly at the RK900, aka Conner. Cyberlife sent him right before the android revolution and he arrived the same week as you at the police station, and Fowler thought it was a good idea to put him as your partner. At the moment, you thought that it wasn’t a good idea - you were both newbies after all - but finally you both made a great team and you were happy to consider the android as your friend now - even if he was really cold sometimes, but it was his personality.
The feeling of the Fantasy started to disappear slowly so you exhaled a sigh of relief and gestured towards the chair at your side, prompting him to sit down with you.
“Hey Conner. We have so much stuff to do today, I need your help with something.”
The RK900 sat by your side and you thanked Hank again for the donut, leaving him to return to his office.
“So, there is this strange case of burglary I don’t really understand. There is no traces of break-in, and most of the things that have been stolen have no value.”
Conner put his hand on the computer and downloaded all the data about the case.
“They just stole some blue blood bags ?”
“Yeah, and the family didn’t even own an android, it was apparently old blue blood they never threw. But still… I think it is a shitty explanation… and I would like to go to their house again. You weren’t here when I started this case, maybe we will be able to find some extra infos with your help.”
“Alright. Are we going to their house now ?”
“Yeah, I’m just going to inform Fowler about this. He like to know where we are !” you chuckled.
You left Conner here and decided to go talk to the man about your idea to bring the android at the house. It took you less than two minutes and you headed to your desk to take your cop jacket. You started to put it on when the feeling on hands on your hips emerged again. With a shiver, you managed to put your jacket on and looked around, but the only one who was currently looking at you was the RK900, already waiting for you in the entrance.
The one who started to fantasize about you decided to kiss you in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against the skin. You felt your knees goes weak and grabbed the border of your desk for support.
“What’s wrong, (Y/n) ?!” Hank asked from his desk, his voice worried.
“Nothing !” you answered almost immediately.
The ghost hands on your hips started to climb up to your chest, and you repressed a moan when you felt them starting to play with your nipples. You smiled weakly at the lieutenant and waved at him before heading to the bathroom. Luckily, nobody was here and you started to breath loudly, trying to cool your body with water on your red face. Hell, who started to fantasize this much about you, and in the middle of the day, at work ?! It was insane ! How were you supposed to work like this ?!
Focused on your breath, you finally noticed that the feeling started to disappear and the door of the bathroom made a noise at the same time.
“I saw you running to the bathroom. Is everything alright ?”
You raised you head to look at RK900 - his face was as cold as usual, but you knew him now, and you easily noticed the concern in his voice.
“Yeah, I was just… feeling a little hot suddenly but it’s ok now, don’t worry.” you smiled at him and patted his shoulder, wiping the last drops of water on your face with the sleeve of your cop jacket.
“Let’s go, we have a house to visit.”
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The burgled house was in a weathly neighborhood - with perfectly pruned trees, the most greenest lawn you ever saw, et cetera. You moved to the front door and knocked, glancing at Conner right behind you. He was always so close to you, and so much taller too.
The door opened on a woman - she was probably in her forties, blond hair perfectly styled in a elegant brushing and expensive pearls around the neck.
“Hello ma'am, I’m the detective (Y/n) (L/n). We need to make a new check up of your house to find new evidences.”
The woman looked at you with suspicion and frowned a little, her hand strangely tight on the doorframe.
“I thought you already did all of that.” she accused with a raised eyebrow.
“Sure, but my partner wasn’t with me the first time. He is an android, y'know. He will probably be able to find some things that I didn’t see at first.”
The blonde glared at Conner with a disgust she didn’t even try to hide. You were about to say something about this but she decided to let you in at the same time, opening her door. Reminding you of the house, you went in the living room, showing with a hand at the RK900 the place were the blue blood bags were stolen.
“Ya see something ?” you asked. “We tried to find fingerprints but nothing… and since it was blue blood who was stolen, we think that it is probably an android who did this.”
Conner didn’t answer at this and decided to look around instead, analyzing the place. The woman was leaning against the wall, and you got the strange feeling that she was watching you. Soon, the android noticed that the carpet under the coffee table was discolored at a corner, like we removed it often, rubbing it against the ground. The expensive wooden floor was covered of little scratches at this place, and the small furniture was probably often moved because there was other traces on the floor, the same size as the feet of the table.
Conner decided to join you, looking at the old box where the blue blood was supposed to be during the burglary. He leaned on you and whispered to your ear :
“Don’t look at it, but there is probably something under the carpet. There is traces that it was often moved. Probably on a daily basis.”
“You sure ‘bout this ? We don’t even have a mandate to investigate in this house.”
Conner frowned a little at this word and his LED flashed a bright yellow for a moment, then his cold eyes started to shine with something who looked like pride when he answered :
“Now we have one.”
You watched him in awe and smiled, bumping his shoulder with your fist in a friendly gesture. Looking back at the blonde, you took a serious tone as you asked :
“I’ve got a mandate, ma'am, and I would like to see what are you hiding under your carpet right over there. There is scratches on the wooden floor. Old basement, maybe ? It’s common in those houses.”
“There is nothing here, I just decided to change the decoration some days ago, and I probably scratched it, yes.”
You raised a brow at the lie - Conner specified that it was moved almost everyday, did she really thought it was possible to fool an android like that ?
“Conner, can you move the table and the carpet, please ?”
The android started to move but the woman decided to take a gun from behind her back at the same moment, aiming in your direction.
“Shit !” you claimed when you jumped behind one of the sofas, the sound of the shoot in your ears - a second later and you were dead.
Conner joigned you a second later and you knew the blonde was still waiting for you to look above the sofa. You breathed sharply, and right after that you decided to shoot. You felt the second bullet of the suspect brushing your cheek but yours ended in her leg and she screamed loudly, falling on the ground. You ran to her but the android was faster and kicked her gun away, starting to handcuff her.
“Fuck, never thought I was going to escape from the dead this early in the morning ! It is not even noon. I’m getting to old for this bullshit.”
Conner was too busy with the rich asshole to remember you that you were not this old, and you decided to push the coffee table and the carpet on the side, revealing a hatch. You opened it and almost vomited while sniffing the smell coming from below.
“Ah shit, I don’t like that at all. Conner, call for backup. I got the feeling that we’re going to find some shit here.”
“I already did. The lieutenant Anderson, Connor and two other officers are already on their way.”
“Uh, great.”
The android looked at you with concern and asked :
“Are you ok ?”
“Yeah, sure. She missed me, not that good with a gun.” you snorted, ignoring the mumble of anger coming from the woman.
You both waited some minutes before the four cops entered in the house, finding you, the android and the owner in the middle of the living-room, with a hatch opened on something who smelled like death.
“Seems like we have something interesting here. I wonder what she’s doing under her house.” you said, drawing their attention.
The feeling of gentle hands cupping your face caught you off guard and you froze in the middle of the living-room. Your eyes widened in confusion as you felt thumbs caressing your cheek gently, avoiding the cut caused by the bullet. This fantasy was similar to the one you got this morning on your neck, and it was definitely different than the one on your hips and thighs.
“Are you ok, (Y/n) ?” Connor asked with a concerned face.
They were a lot to ask this today, don’t they. You looked at him with suspicion and nodded - you decided to forget about the touches - a lot of work was waiting for you.
And the first part is done ! :) You will know more about the case and the system of Fantasies in the next one ;) There will be 3 or 5 parts, I’m not sure yet :D
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The same similes were made, it’s nothing new. It’s no surprise that you’re called giraffe and tree, being a 5'10 female and all, ((if you aren’t “5'10 I’m sorry!)) The thing about those comparisons is that nobody could tell who’s who. For this given situation, it was tied between two people, Y/N and captain Levi.
Levi, the (mostly) feared and shortest captain of the survey corps. Y/N, a tall and pretty welcoming female. Usually, the descriptions of a big dog and a deer with a hunting rifle would be accurate for Levi, but when he stutters and turns red around you, it’s hard to tell. Every time he passed you, it’s a short and quick greeting before he trails away from you with slightly pink cheeks. Hange would always laugh and nudge his arm whenever you were around, but that’s probably only because you were one of the best on the Levi squad.
It was breezy and cool outside, mid-August. For once the scouts had a day of moderate relaxation, no mission outside of the walls, no wall-breaches, and no training for the day. You inhaled the smell of dirt and fresh air, relaxing you and bringing a slight smile to your face. Some of the scouts were around, some you were close with and others you didn’t even know their names. You made your way over to a smaller, red-headed girl that was your closest friend here. "Hey, Petra!” her head tilted to the side before smiling and greeting you; she had a piece of bread in her hand and crumbs on her mouth.
Sitting down next to her, you took your sleeve and wiped off her face. “You could have just told me I had stuff on my face y'know, I’m not a kid!” you only giggled, it was adorable how she became embarrassed because of some crumbs. “You know I do it because I care.” Petra only replied with a grumble before holding out a piece of her bread to you, “I figured you would be hungry.” She placed the bread in your hand looked up as you ate, the breeze flowing through her hair.
“You know, the trees are going to be as red as your hair in a month or two, ” you spoke between bites. She looked back at you, “I hope that’s a compliment.” You only giggled while she smiled at your remark. Petra was the first one to welcome you to the squadron, she was more welcoming than the other three boys, she was also the only other female. Over time, she became your closest companion, someone to share secrets with and gossip to. The boys, Auruo, Eld, Gunther, also became acquainted with you, treating you like their sister or something similar.
Footsteps approached the both of you, a sigh and bickering following. “I swear to god, your tongue bleeds more than a titan’s neck!” “Knock that off! I’ve killed more than you, and at least my haircut is more professional."
You could recognize those voices from anywhere, the two blondes arguing and teasing each other’s appearance. Gunther chose not to interfere, he only sat down next to Petra and watched the two bumble around. He was a more laid-back kind of guy, Auruo and Eld taking on the older and younger brother dynamic.
"So,” started Eld as he took a seat next to you, hand on his chin, “I heard one of you two got a blade upgrade~” his tone was cheerful and embracing, it matched his personality almost perfectly. “That would be me, mine were too short for me, so they gave me new ones!” Petra spoke up. Her blade issue was something you caught onto awhile ago, they looked bigger than her arms at times.
“You should show me sometime Pet, I can show you a pretty nice blade of mine too.” Eld teased with a playful grin at the end. Both you and Gunther snickered while Petra became flustered, Auruo becoming defensive. “Don’t talk to a lady that way, idiot!” Petra raised her hands slightly in an effort to calm down the boy. “I’m only offering her something, I’m sure you would too if you weren’t so head-over-heels for her-” Auruo covered Eld’s mouth, smacking him subtly in the process. Petra stood up, checking on Eld and scolding the other, leaving you and Gunther to sigh and laugh at their actions.
The three were all standing now, Petra in between and holding both Eld and Auruo away from each other. The two snapped back and forth at each other like dogs, poor Petra being the only one to attempt to keep the peace while you and Gunther chose not to be involved at all. The five of you were like a family of some sort, always getting on each other’s nerves while also being sure to protect them and treat them with love. You felt welcomed in their presence, and they welcomed you with open arms to their messy little family.
Petra only sighed in defeat while Eld and Auruo bit at each other’s words in a back and forth manner. You looked away for a few moments, and when you turned around, the three froze in fear for a reason unclear. A small yet stern voice rose from behind them, “Sit your asses down or I’m forcing all of you to clean the horse stables.” You knew that voice anywhere, it belonged to the one and only captain Levi.
The boys immediately turned around and saluted, Petra doing the same. “drop the formalities, we aren’t going anywhere, bastards.” you could hear Gunther snicker at the comment. He looked towards Gunther and you, not saying a word. Your eyes met for a moment, he looked down at you and turned his head quickly to the side. “All of you go, and if either of you fight again, I’m slicing off your hair,” He looked back at you before continuing, “a-and you, come with me.”
Gunther shot you a sympathetic look before getting up, “good luck, L/N…” why was his tone so solemn? Whatever the reason, it made you gulp. The other three had all wandered their own separate ways as well, leaving only you to follow the captain. Despite your intimidating height, you were as sweet as a ladybug, and just as careful as one too.
Walking a few feet behind captain Levi, you noticed a few things about him. Occasionally, he’d turn his head slightly in your direction before quickly turning back around, he also took smaller steps than you so you were faster than him in that aspect. Your head was mostly facing downwards as you followed behind him, nervous for whatever he wanted you for. You hadn’t done anything wrong, so why did he want you to go to his office? Maybe someone made a complaint about you and he wanted to address it? Whatever the reason, it made your heart drop slightly in fear.
Levi opened the door to his office, ushering you in first before following. You took a seat in front of his desk, taking in the scent of cleanliness and leather. He sat in front of you, and just stared at you… it was kind of creepy. Your eyes met his, studying his face. He was breathing quickly, eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes were softer too, but they still had that glare to them, and was he blushing or was it your imagination?
The silence was unbearable, you wanted to know why you were here and what you did wrong. It took almost all of your courage to speak up and ask him, “captain, why did you call me he-” your sentence was cut off midway by the one who called you here. “You’re a distraction to me!” He blurted out and leaned over the desk, his face more red than it was before. “Captain, I’m not sure what you mean..?” You replied, it came out as more of a question than a statement. You looked at Levi with those innocent eyes you had, something he thought of so fondly. He sighed and looked down, fingers squeezing the desk. “Y-you distract me. Why do you look at me with those stupid doe eyes? It’s annoying how nice they look.”
If “…” had a word to describe it, that would be the word to describe your feelings right now. It was difficult to tell if he was complimenting you or scolding you. “You’re attractive to me, and I don’t want to be distracted by my feelings. It bothers me.”
Your eyes widened and head tilted instinctively, there was no way that captain Levi, the rudest captain here, had a crush on you, he must have lost a bet to Hange.
“S-sir, you don’t have to do this, I’ll go-” “no!” He yelped, grabbing your sleeve. The two of you stared at each other, both blushing a bit. You had an idea of what he wanted from you, it was becoming obvious from the way he held your arm. You had a sudden surge of confidence, something that would be useful. “Come here,” you said, tone slightly deeper than you had anticipated, but to your surprise, he obeyed and walked towards you.
You turned towards him and uncrossed your legs, patting your thigh lightly. Levi inhaled and moved over to straddle your legs. Your arm moved to his neck and pulled him closer, pressing your foreheads together as your other arm held his lower back. You kept your eyes trained on his face, monitoring his expressions. He was blushing, avoiding your gaze as best he could, “probably embarrassed,” you thought.
You giggled without a reason, getting a confused look from the man on your lap. As soon as his curious eyes met yours, you pushed him closer by the neck and kissing him. A choked noise of surprise came from him, his eyes open while yours were closed. You hadn’t even given him a moment to regain his composure as you moved your lips against his, holding him in place and forcing him to endure your rough kisses.
Levi groaned and held your cheeks with his hands, not disconnecting at all. You opened one of your eyes to look at him, it didn’t matter that his eyes were closed now too. You moved your tongue over his lips, hoping that he would comply. His lips barely spread apart, but just enough for you to slip your tongue inside of his mouth and push him closer.
Your tongue moved and traced all around his mouth, licking the roof of his mouth and pressing your tongue against his. A few soft groans were pushed into your mouth from his while he pulled you closer to him. The hand that rested on his lower back moved to his stomach, moving under his neat shirt and ghosting over his sensitive skin. Levi was practically melting into your touch with need and desire.
Moments of a much-needed makeout passed, the unspoken feelings between you and him were spoken through locked lips and messy tongue swipes. He whimpered occasionally when you touched his stomach, that must be one of his sensitive spots.
Moving your hand across his stomach, your eyes caught on to something, a very slight bulge through his pants. Maybe his stomach was sensitive because of the bulge, but there was no way to tell for sure. Your hand moved slightly from his stomach to the waistband, waiting to see what he’d do.
Your question was answered with a growl and a slight buck of his hips, his eyes shutting. Testing the power you had, your hands moved downwards towards his hips, one sliding under his pants. There was a bulge that strained against your hand and warm to the touch.
He hummed in pleasure at your touch, leaning his groin into your hand. “Let’s take care of this, yeah?” You asked, your tone just as perky as always, it only made you more attractive in Levi’s eyes. He nodded and choked back another moan, trying his best not to lose what was left of his composure. He was trying so hard to escape the restraints of his pants, moving his hips rarely before moving his hands onto them, then proceeding to move them again out of embarrassment. You picked up on this and knew how uncomfortable it must have been.
Your hands trailed to the waistband of his pants and moved the front of it down, his cock being freed. He whimpered in relief, happy to have your touch on his sensitive skin. With curiosity and mild arousal, your hand trailed down from his chest to his cock. Your fingers wrapped wrapped around the base and your eyes watched the way his delicate body jolted into your touch.
His hips rested and relaxed with your touch, your hand wrapped around his lower back, holding him in place. He looked up at you, glaring, “don’t think you’re in control here just because I’m on your lap.” You smirked and giggled while he protested the obvious lack of control he had, writhing in your lap embracing and remembering the feeling of your hands on him. The warmth of your palm keeping him warm, your other hand slightly moving up and down on his length.
You were sure to rub the tip of your finger over his sensitive slit, pulling out little whimpers and groans from the captain who once made you feel fear. It was somewhat humorous that Levi, the toughest and most emotionless captain, was writhing on your lap, moaning your name quietly periodically. You never would have expected that he who had so much power would enjoy being powerless in situations such as this.
His hands gripped at your shoulders, holding onto you as if you were the only thing that could keep him sane, keep him grounded from the immense pleasure he was finally getting from you; the attention he always wanted but could never say. You knew all too well that he was enjoying the feeling of your gentle hands picking up the pace, still pleasing him in any way you felt like.
Grunts and very poorly hidden means were the few things that could be heard from the locked office with closed blinds. The noises he made became louder and more strained, hence showing he was soon going to reach his orgasm, all because of you. Since it was imminent he was about to cum, you sped your hand up, moving up and down and rubbing your thumb over the slit.
Levi continued to buck into your hands, his eyes squeezed closed. “Q-quicker,” he ordered you, the same low voice he always had. You followed his orders, looking directly at his face as he contorted underneath you, waiting for his release. You happily obliged, pumping quickly before the white ropes came out in spurts.
You smirked at the sight of the captain, tired and spent. “Would you like to go to your room captain?” You spoke, voice as cute as always. With a red face and a slight pout on his face, “my brat.”
Okay I know this wasn’t the first request but I’m struggling for ideas for my boy Simon at the minute - it will be up soon though! Also, side note - what the hell do they even call RK900? Conner? Caleb? Something entirely different? for the purpose of this fic, I’m gonna call him Conner, because he’s like Connor but slightly different I guess.
What time is it? Half past ten in the morning? Eight o’clock at night? Who knows? Certainly not you, that’s for sure. You struggle to keep your head off the desk, let alone look up at the clock. A long night of last minute report filing has left you sleep deprived and in desperate need for a nap and a craving for an unhealthy dose of caffeine.
You consider asking Conner to tell you the time, but you as you look around to find him, you’re only met with a slightly hung over Hank sauntering in, Conner nowhere to be seen.
“Afternoon, Detective.” Hank grumbles a brief greeting as he walks to his desk, humming some kind of death metal, as you nod your reply.
That was a mistake.
Your head falls forward onto your desk and your eyes fall closed.
Conner had noticed you were acting a little strange all morning, showing strong symptoms of sleep deprivation - you weren’t your usual, bubbly self, instead adopting a weary demeanour, and struggling to stay awake.
He walks back from the break room after retrieving a coffee to try and help cheer you up - the cup is warm in his hands, vaguely reminding him of your hugs. He had downloaded a guide on latte art, and had perfectly replicated a heart pattern on the top of your hot beverage - he believed it would help ‘pick you up’, so to speak.
He nears your desk, noting that Lieutenant Anderson and the RK800 model had entered the building, when he saw you, asleep at your desk - you had shuffled slightly, your head resting on your arms, your chair pushed out slightly so you would be as comfortable as possible. You murmured slightly, clearly having a dream of some sort.
Software instability ^^^
As much as he hated to wake you up, you were at work, and Conner didn’t want to be a contributing factor in the loss of your job. He pulled up a chair next to where you were laid sat, and set the coffee down on your desk, making sure it wasn’t too close to you in case you jumped and knocked it - it wouldn’t be fun burning yourself, after all.
“Y/N?” He lightly strokes your hair, not wanting to startle you. With a slight groan, you move around, and open your eyes, squinting against the harsh light.
“Oh, hi Conner.”
You slowly sit up, popping a few joints as your aching, tired muscles creak back to life. You don’t feel much better, but the stabbing in your brain has dulled to a blunt twinge. “Shit, I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
You mentally curse yourself for giving into temptation, when a sweet smell invades your nose, and your coffee craving resurfaces itself.
“I believe you did fall asleep, however I made you a coffee- I had noticed your lack of sleep, and thought it ought to temporarily give you an energy boost; at least enough until you can get home and rest.”
You thank the android, and, noticing the latte art on the froth, grin so wide you could have fit a whole banana in there. Conner’s lips upturned slightly, satisfied that the beverage elicited the correct reaction. he walked over to his desk, adjacent to yours, but before he could begin his work, you spoke, your grin still visible.
“Can I just ask? Why hearts?”
Software instability ^^^
Conner paused, choosing his words carefully.
“It’s the first design that came to mind,” he lies, beginning to type, his LED briefly turning a vibrant shade of yellow, before swirling black to blue.
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