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Obsessive Ex
Yandere! Connie Springer x Female Reader
“Con, we have to talk.” Y/N mumbled a she stood shyly at the door. Looking at her boyfriend, he seemed to still be playing his video game with Jean and Eren. “Con.”
”Hold on baby. I’m almost done with this battle.. for fucks sake Jean! He’s right there, how did you miss him?!” Connie yelled at the screen as he aggressively clicked the controller buttons.
”Con, it’s really important..” Y/N said, as she spoke up from her mumble. “Can’t you play this later? I have to talk to you.”
“I said to wait Y/N, I’m almost done..” Connie said still not making eye contact with his beloved girlfriend. His game’s volume had been so high that he hadn’t heard Y/N sat the next few words or hear her walk off.
“Yo Connie! You better say hi to Y/N for us.” Jean teased from his mic.
”Fuck off Jean, you know perfectly well that Y/N is my girl and doesn’t want to see your horse face. Right baby?” Connie asked, still not looking away from his screen. “Right? Y/N why aren’t you responding-“
As Connie looked back, he saw Y/N had left the room. Groaning in annoyance, Connie began to log off his game and turned his computer off. Standing up he walked into the hallway and peeked into the bathroom, trying to scare Y/N.
”Boo! Did I scare- Y/N?” Connie confusingly asked as he stepped in fully. “Damn it where did you go?” Walking down the stairs, Connie strolled into the kitchen, hoping to scare her from behind only to find out that Y/N wasn’t there either.
”Where did you go Y/N..?” Connie asked to Y/N as though she could hear him. Making his way to the living room, he looked under the pillows and under the couches for Y/N only to be even more puzzled. “Babe, I’m sorry if I did anything. Come out and I’ll give loads of kisses.”
No response. Soon, Connie had begun to feel worried and anxious about his girlfriend’s whereabouts. He tried calling Y/N but it only went to voicemail . Calling Sasha, Connie began to sweat profusely , listening to the phone ring.
“Hello Connie!” Sasha said on the other side of the phone.
”Sasha! Do you know where Y/N is? She left our house without telling me anything!” Connie rambled.
“Woah woah woah! Calm down, I’m sure she’s at the corner shop getting some food for you like she usually does.” Sasha explained.
”Y-yeah you’re right, sorry for disturbing you.” Connie said before hanging up. Hours went by and Y/N still hadn’t turned up, Connie was still worried about her and grew more anxious. If only he had stopped playing his game for a few minutes or even seconds to just listen to her. Suddenly the door had opened.
”Babe!” Connie called out as he rushed to the front door. Y/N slipped off her shoes and looked at him annoyed. “Baby, where did you go?! I was so worried-“
”I went to Annie’s house.” Y/N muttered before walking down the hallway, carrying a bag of food. Connie quickly followed after her, wanting more answers.
”Why did you go there?! You didn’t tell me anything about where you were going! I was so worried I had to call Sasha!” Connie said unhappily.
”The reason I didn’t say anything was because you didn’t stop playing that crappy game, you aren’t even good at, to listen to me!” Y/N explained angrily. “I had to do a group project with her and Reiner.”
”Reiner?!” Connie asked even angrier. “What the fuck was he doing at a girls house? Heck, why were you and Reiner together?!”
”For a group project! How can you be so dense Connie?!” Y/N asked.
”Seriously Y/N, I ignore you for a few seconds and you can’t even call me by my nickname, you go out without my permission, you don’t telling me anything, and worst of all you hang out with Reiner!” Connie yelled. “What are you going to do with him after now huh? Are you going to fuck him because I ignored you for a while?”
”Oh my god! You’re literally twisting my words! I never said anything like that and Reiner is like a brother to me since I’ve known him for so long!” Y/N exclaimed.
”Get away from me Y/N! You just wanna fuck with the taller, brawny guys and ignore your skinner boyfriend.” Connie mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.
”Shut the hell up Connie! You were the one who was too busy playing a video game in which you excel in more than your studies.” Y/N yelled before slipping her shoes on and exiting the house, making sure to slam the door on the way out.
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.
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Reading that text was a nightmare for Connie. His beloved girlfriend that he would constantly flex off on his friends, pepper kisses on her face, go out with during the weekend, just broke up with him. Worst of all, it was over a text.
She hadn’t sent him a voice message, called him or sent a voicemail but texted him her break up message and soon stopped talking to him. Sasha and Jean had supported him through his break up but he often pushed them away.
Walking up to her doorstep, he knocked on the door and held the bouquet of flowers in his hands along with the chocolates. Opening the door, Y/N looked at him annoyed. She looked much more different from when she was dating him.
”Y/N baby please.” Connie begged as he saw Y/N trying to close the door.
”Go away Connie. I don’t want to see you.” Y/N grumbled.
”Listen, I know I was wrong. I should’ve listened to you, aid more attention to you! I shouldn’t have been so god damn possessive baby.” Connie admitted as he stepped closer and closer.
”S-still.” Y/N muttered as she crossed her hands over her chest.
”Y/N, you’re my girl. Only mine. I can’t even sleep without you at night! I miss your touch, scent, laugh, everything!” Connie confessed as dropped down onto his knees and hugged her waist.
”C-Connie. Get up.” Y/N ordered, embarrassed of his actions.
“Yes ma’am.” Connie said as he stood up immediately. “So.?”
”Your lucky that I love you.” Y/N said before embracing her possessive boyfriend. “You didn’t take anything from me before we broke up, did you?”
”N-No. why do you ask?” Connie asked as he tilted her head up by her chin.
”Some of my private clothes have gone missing..” Y/N said as she walked inside her house.
”Oh.. that’s a shame.” Connie mumbled as he tucked her red lingerie back into his back pocket and entered her house.
so who started hood aot men😭
𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐰/ 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 💨
Eren Yeager x Fem!reader | MDNI
Mentions of: roommate Armin, Connie, Jean and angry neighbor Levi
Synopsis: You’re Eren's girlfriend and he invited his friends over for a smoke session wich kinda escalated.
Warnings: Nsfw, drug use, slight exhibitionism, nipple play, slight humiliation, Connie and Jean recording your voices, fingering, penetration, lots of cuss words, Everyone being a dickhead aside from Armin cause he’s great <3
Wc: 3k+
Eren has been your boyfriend for almost 8 months now. You don’t know a lot of his friends besides Armin because he’s Eren's roommate, but you’ve heard about Connie and Jean before so you didn’t feel uncomfortable when Eren told you that they’re coming over.
He knows that you’re not the most extroverted, that’s why he told you that if you felt uneasy he’d tell them to leave but you were not bothered by Connie and Jean at all. They were really funny, and even Armin who has been pretty stressed lately was laughing at their jokes like crazy.
"No, I swear! He hit his head so hard that he walked around with a huge bruise on his forehead for at least two whole weeks!" Connie giggles at the story he just told while rolling two Joints so that Jean could pass in Erens direction and he could pass to Armin.
He’s sitting next to Jean on the end of Eren's bed wich is placed in on of the corners in his room.
He licks on the thin paper and rolls it up.
"Oh yeah? You don’t even get to talk Connie, at least my forehead isn’t as big as a fucking football helmet!" Jean yells while Armin is trying to keep his laughter in.
"Ohh shut up! Stop lying just cause you’re embarrassed!" Connie argues back.
"Guys stop yelling, I don’t want this short angry man hammering against my door again." Eren hushes them.
He sits on the head of the bed, with his back against the headboard while you’re placed between his legs, resting your head against his chest.
"Dude what are you talking about?" Connie laughs as he passes one of the joints to Jean.
"He’s talking about Mr. Ackerman, our neighbor." Armin explains. He sits with his head against the wall right next to you and Eren on the bed.
You have met Mr. Ackerman before, he’s very nice to you and Armin actually but he’s been giving your boyfriend a hard time lately.
"That man despises me!" Eren groans while rolling his eyes back.
"No he just… he thinks you’re a bit loud sometimes that’s it." Armin looks over to Eren.
"He called me a thug, and he said my music taste is trashy!" Eren says with a disgusted look on his face. He just can’t understand how his neighbor could dislike him after having such a nice talk with his mom just a week ago but he won’t let it get to him to much, at least he likes him more than his older brother.
"Somebody got a lighter?" Connie interrupts.
Jean reaches into his pocket and hands Connie a pink hello kitty lighter.
You immediately notice how familiar it looks as Connie lit up the Joint in his hand to pass the lighter back to Jean so that he could do the same.
"Hey that’s mine." You pout at Eren.
It’s the one he bought you about a month ago because you said it looked cute.
"'M sorry baby, I couldn’t find mine so I took yours when I went over to Jean last Friday." He says softly while he looks into your eyes and brushes a strand of hair out of your face.
"That’s a pretty lighter you got there Y/n." You look over at Jean to see him eying it up closely while Connie is taking the first hit. "Do you want it back?."
You nod slowly as he reaches out his arm and places the lighter softly in your hand while smiling at you.
"There you go." He winks.
"T-Thank you Jean." You mumble quietly.
He only smirks at you in response.
Eren isn’t exactly thrilled at the way that Jean looks at you but he won’t let his jealousy get the best of him again.
The next person that Connie passes the Joint to is Armin, since he noticed how exhausted he looked today. Armin has been studying night and day for the past weeks and the more that his grades went up his mood went down.
There’s dark circles around his eyes and his hair is all messed up. It’s normal for Eren to walk around like that but not really for him.
Armin starts inhaling the smoke from the joint and breathes out heavily as he sighs.
"Are you okay Min?” You ask him gently.
The first time you met Armin was almost a year ago during Eren's and your talking stage.
Armin has always been nothing but nice to you and he’s one of the most important people in Eren’s life, so of course you care about his well-being too.
"Yeah I’m just a bit tired today." Armin responds as he takes another hit.
"Cause you were up till like 5am." Jean huffs.
"So were you and Connie." Armin shrugs.
"Yeah but going out is way less exhausting than studying!" Connie comes in Jean's defense.
"Shut up, at least I don’t have to be worried about failing half of my classes." Armin rolls his eyes sarcastically. "Wow that’s how you think about me?"
Connie puts his hand up to his chest, pretending to feel his heart break.
"Don’t let it get to you bro, he’s just showing us his true colors." Jean joins the act.
Armin takes a few more hits before passing the joint to Eren while groaning annoyed.
"You want a hit Y/n?" Jean asks.
You nod and take it between your fingers before you put the tip between your lips and inhale deeply.
You don’t smoke a lot, of course from time to time but mostly when Eren's around.
"How do you feel?" Eren quietly whispers in your ear as his hand softly grabs your waist.
"'M good don’t worry." You wave off.
"Okay but take it easy." Eren responds.
"Fuck man look at Armin." Connie giggles as he points at the blond sitting next to you.
Armin’s eyes are watery and narrowed as he stares holes into the air.
"What’s wrong? Is something on my face?" He snaps out of trance and looks confused at Connie and Jean before turning his head in Eren's and your direction with a flustered look on his face.
"Nothings wrong Min, you look great." You put the hand that’s not holding the joint up to his cheek and check his eyes while you smile softly at him, as he blushes at your warming touch.
It’s easy to tell that Eren doesn’t like what he just saw by the way he pulls you closer.
"You heard that Eren? Armin looks 'great'."
Connie emphasizes the word „great“ while he draws air quotes with his fingers to express his sarcasm.
"Fuck off." Eren mumbles annoyed before taking another hit and passing his joint to Jean, leaving you out since you’re still smoking.
"See what you did y/n? Now he’s gonna act like a bitch all day." Connie complains jokingly.
"Dude don’t blame her, blame him!" Jean points at Armin.
"Why me?" Armin clearly feels insulted by being blamed for Eren's jealousy when everybody knows that Eren gets jealous all the time, even when he forgets why he was jealous in the first place after a few minutes.
"We’re joking, calm down" Connie laughs.
"You guys are so annoying." Armin huffs.
"Ohh so now we’re annoying huh?"
Eren doesn’t even care about his friends being dramatic right now.
The second he felt his body relaxing,
he couldn’t think about anything else besides how pretty you looked.
It was hard for him to focus on anything else as he pulls you closer and places his hand on your stomach.
You smell so good… is that a new fragrance? It definitely isn’t the one he bought you, but it smells really nice.
He takes your joint from between your fingers, puffs on it a single time and hands it to Connie before he slowly starts kissing your jawline down to your neck while ignoring everything happening around you two.
You can feel him sliding his hand under your shirt, just so he can slowly move it up to your chest, where he softly grabs one of your tits and squeezes it.
He so needy for you right now.
Your tits are always so warm and soft, it’s just so comforting to him.
He doesn’t even know why but he always loved your tits, they’re just so perfect and he wishes he could feel them all the time.
"Gross, get a room you two!" Jean grimaced.
"You got a problem Jeanboy?" Eren challenges him as he raises an eyebrow before pinching your nipple hard enough to make you let out a little gasp.
He knows exactly how much Jean hates that stupid nickname he gave him in 8th grade, that’s why it’s so much fun for him to use it all the time.
You’re so embarrassed at the way that Eren touches you in front of everybody.
Maybe you’re just paranoid but it feels like all eyes are laid on your body, watching your fingers trembling and your chest go up and down.
Eren notices your shaking hands gripping on his shirt and the shameful look on your face.
"Whats wrong?" He mumbles quietly, making it impossible for his friends to hear.
"Cut it Eren." Is all you get out.
You don’t want him touching you like this when people are watching and you also don’t want his friends to think badly of you.
"What?" Eren looks at you perplexed.
"Your girl just told you to fuck off!" Jean bawls loudly.
"You guys are fucking cock blocks." By the way Eren hisses at his friends it’s pretty obvious that he is annoyed right now.
"What did I do?" Armin looks at Eren offended, still smoking the joint that Connie had just handed him.
"Wasn’t talking to you." He hushes him.
"Stop the generalizations Yeager, Jean's the one you’re mad at! Armin and I were just enjoying the show!" Connie admits proudly, thinking he’s helping Armin by inserting himself into the conversation.
"What?!" Armin does not look to happy about the false statement Connie had just made.
"Don’t worry bro I got your back!" He just winks at Armin, pretending to be saving their asses right now.
"All of you need to shut the fuck up, just get out!"
At this point Eren is so pissed but he should have known better, he loves his friends but they are dickheads.
"I live here too?" Armin cheekily states as he raises his eyebrow.
He hates always being the one that gets punished for his friends bad behavior.
"I meant the living room." Eren clarifies.
"Ohh I see how it is… Eren's making us leave so he can get his little dick wet."
All of this is so embarrassing to you, you know why Eren told them to leave and the worst part is that they know too.
"Relax, we wanted to order pizza anyway. Let’s just go watch a movie or something." Jean says calmly. He sees how uneasy all of this makes you feel and just figures that you don’t know how to handle Connie’s and his humor yet.
"You’re on his side now?" Connie’s still going with the act.
"There’s no sides dumbass! Just look at Y/n, you’re gonna scare her off you idiot!" Jean's fist strikes Connie’s chest.
You wish you could hide your face right now.
The word 'flustered' is basically written on your forehead by now.
"It’s fine, we’ll go to the living room." Armin is way to exhausted to be dealing with bullshit like this right now.
He stands up and walks out of the room with Jean and Connie following him.
"Have fun bro." Connie boldly says while grinning at Eren as he closes the door.
"Why’d you do that?" you ask angrily as you turn around to face him.
"What?" He answers confused, as if he didn’t just humiliate you.
"What? Are you serious? That was so embarrassing!" You’re stunned at the fact that he literally doesn’t see anything wrong with what had just happened.
"If you think that was embarrassing then you never saw Connie or Jean try to hit on a girl." Eren smirks at the countless memories of his friends trying to impress random girls at parties.
You just huff in response, annoyed at the childish behavior of your boyfriend.
"Oh c’mon, don’t be like that." He pulls you closer and looks you in the eyes while his finger are pressing into the soft skin of your lower stomach.
"I know you want it too baby." A small smirk is painted on his lips as he takes of your shirt before he opens your bra-clamps behind your back with one hand.
As soon as your tits are freed he immediately latches on to them, sucking and biting on one of your nipples while toying with the other one.
Your try your best to stay quiet but when you feel his other hand open the buttons of your pants and slowly rubbing against you’re clit, you just can’t hold back anymore.
You whimper at the feeling of his fingers sliding the fabric of your panties to the side to insert his ring and middle finger in your tight pussy.
"Mhm let me hear you baby."
He smirks, satisfied with the fact that he knew you’d like it, before starting to suck on your other nipple.
Eren just loves the feeling of being right.
He slides his fingers in and out, feeling you clench around them and slowly getting more and more wet for him.
Soon the feeling of just his fingers wasn’t enough for you so you start pawing at the visibly hard bulge on his pants, hoping he’d give you what you want.
He just laughs at your pathetic action, before removing his fingers from your cunt and pressing them between your lips, so you can suck them clean.
"You want me so bad don’t you princess?"
He smirks wickedly.
You just nod, with your tongue still wrapped around his fingers.
"Mhm that’s what I thought. I feel nice today so I’ll give you what you want baby."
He removes your pants and underwear from your already twitching body before he takes off his sweater and loosens his belt to strip out of his pants and boxers too.
You grab him by his neck to pull him closer to place a long and sensual kiss on his lips.
Eren rubs his tip gently along your slit, using your wetness to thrust in easier.
You softly kiss and suck on his neck, leaving a few little hickeys and bruises.
"C’mon baby moan for me, I want everybody to hear how good I make you feel." Eren starts going faster and using his thumb to softly rub up and down your clit.
You cry out when you feel him hammering his dick inside of you, penetrating your g spot.
"Louder princess, I know you can!" He gives your tit a small squeeze before smacking it with his hand.
You whine at the pain, completely forgetting about the fact that his friends could probably hear you right now.
"Oh look at your tits baby, you’re nipples are all perked up." Eren smiles before starting to suck on them again.
You feel his teeth biting around the areola and his tongue leaving kitten licks all over you’re already swollen nipples.
You can tell he’s also close by the way he’s groaning in your ear and the fact that his thrust start getting messier.
He keeps on switching back and forth between your nipples, trying to give them his attention equally.
By the time he stops your nipples are already so puffy and sensitive that the feeling of his thumb rubbing over them feels ten times more arousing then normally.
"Are you close baby?" Eren asks as he looks down on you.
"Mhm m' so close Eren, please make me cum." You beg desperately.
"Let me hear your pretty moans again and I’ll let you cum." He says, speeding up one more time.
You start moaning in his ear, feeling that you’re already on the edge when he hits your g spot again, finally giving you the rest to cream around his cock.
A few seconds later Eren pulls out, releasing himself on your lower stomach.
"Fuck yes." He whispers under his breath before throwing his head back.
"I knew you could do it." He locks eyes with you again, still trying to calm his breath.
He pulls out and gives you a peck on the forehead before grabbing a tissue from his nightstand to wipe away the cum on your body when it suddenly knocks at his bedroom door.
"Eren… uhh I don’t wanna bother you but Mr.Ackerman is at the door and he asked me if I could tell you to uhm… 'keep it down'." Armin stammers.
"Tell him to fuck off." Eren shouts back pissed off at his noisy neighbor not being able to mind his business.
"I refuse to do that." You hear Armin decline your boyfriends offer from the other side of the door.
"Then tell him that I’m busy." Eren groans annoyed.
"Fine but if this happens again I won’t back you up!" Armin states clearly before you can hear his footsteps becoming quieter until he’s completely gone and it’s silent again.
"Can you believe that?" He looks at you irritated.
"Maybe we were being a bit loud." You admit quietly.
"So what? This is my house." He says annoyed.
"Well technically…" you start as he interrupts you. "Don’t even start Y/n!"
"I’m sorry, I love you baby." You giggle.
"Yeah whatever." He looks away with a stern look on his face.
"C’mon say it back!" You playfully hit his chest.
"I love you too." He rolls his eyes before giving you a small peck on the lips.
"Do you think Connie and Jean are still here?" You ask curiously.
Of course you think it’s embarrassing when Armin hears Eren and you having sex, but at least you know that he would never mention it to you.
Connie and Jean on the other hand have no filter. They would totally joke about it.
Eren grabs his phone from his nightstand and looks at his Homescreen.
"They sure are." He sighs.
"How do you know?"
He turns his phone screen towards you and opens a contact named 'Bald bitch'.
"What’s that?" You ask confused. There’s only a single new voice message that’s about 25 seconds long.
"Press play." He calmly speaks.
It’s like your soul left your body when you heard Connie and Jean fake moaning and joking around while Armin was mumbling something along the lines of "he isn’t going to like this guys.".
You could hear yourself whining in the background as Eren was saying something that you couldn’t understand clearly.
"Those two bastards." Eren rolls his eyes.
"That’s what I sound like when I’m having sex?"
"What’s wrong with it? I think you sound beautiful baby."
"This is horrible."
Next time when Eren wants to sleep with you while his friends are over, your definitely saying no.
This was so much fun to write even if it took me forever!!
I noticed that I write a lot about Eren and kinda wanted to get away from that even if I love him lmao.
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𝙒𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙯 💦 💭
Eren Yeager x Fem!reader | MDNI
Mentions of: Armin, Jean and Connie.
Synopsis: based of : Wet Dreamz by J. Cole.
[ Eren basically is a loner without any game. He finds himself crushing over the popular girl that sits next to him in his math class and keeps passing him cute letters and notes, praying that she’ll be the one that’s going to take his virginity!]
Warnings: Fem!reader, mentions of sex, Eren being head over heels for you, mentions of virginity loss, cuss words etc.
Wc: 2k+
Eren has always been a laid back kid.
He likes video games, smoking and staying out of drama.
Of course he like girls and stuff like that too, it’s just that he never really went out of his way to try and talk to them. The girls at his college are mostly not interested in him anyways since he’s kinda a loner and he’s not interested in changing anything about that…
At least that’s what he thought until he first met you. He could never forget the day you walked into his math class and sat down next to him, with a warm smile on your face and a cherry lollipop between your plump lips. He immediately noticed your pretty face and the way you smell.
He found himself so fascinated with the way your hair looked that whenever he was watching porn late at night by himself in his college dorm, he specifically looked for girls with a similar hair type. He loved talking to you just to hear your soft voice and cute giggles, but after your professor expressed multiple times that he doesn’t want you guys to distract the other students, you had to switch to exchanging small letters and notes.
At this point Eren has a whole little box full of notes that you wrote him since the beginning of the year.
Everything started off so innocent until you started flirting with him, trying to make him blush and get a reaction out of him, like the virgin whore that he was. Attending classes felt like a reward now, since he gets to spend time with you on a daily basis.
You often catch him starring at you, but you never thought much about it.
If only you knew that secretly he was wondering if you’d be able to make him nut the same way it feels like when he does it himself to your photos.
You’re not the it girl at campus but you are popular for sure. You’ve always been pretty confident, not taking shit from people and making sure that everybody knew not to play around with you. He’s truly fascinated by you and he finds himself quickly developing feelings for you.
Even his friends noticed his behavior change. Since he met you he’s daydreaming a lot more, mostly about the way that your thighs would make a perfect pillow or the cute pout you have on your lips when you don’t understand something and you have to ask him for help.
"Bruh what the fuck? Yoo Eren? Earth to Eren?"
Connie waves his hand in front of Eren's face to catch his attention.
"Huh?" Eren responds, snapping out of his hypnotic state.
"We’re asking if you’re coming to the party on Saturday?" Connie asks curiously.
"Nah I’m busy this weekend, sorry guys." He mutters quietly in response.
"What do you mean you’re busy? You never miss a party!" Jean looks at him shocked.
"Y/n is coming over this weekend, that’s why he’s acting that way." Armin reveals his best friends secret with a smirk on his face.
"He even told me I’m not allowed to come home till Sunday." He continues.
"Wait, wait, WAIT! Y/n L/n? Bro you better forget about her." Connie looks at Eren like he’s insane.
"What? Why?" Eren looks up to his friend, suddenly all ears again.
"She’s like wayyy out of your league, there’s no way she’d let you try anything with her!" Jean shakes his head, trying to prepare his friend for a heart break.
"Who said I wanna 'try anything’?" Eren starts getting annoyed. He knows all of those things but that’s not gonna stop him from dreaming night and day about your pretty lips warped around his dick, crying and gagging for him with that seducing look on your face that you always give him.
"Ohh right, I forgot our boy is still a virgin. Don’t worry, you’re not less of a man!"
Jean ruffles through Eren's hair.
"I never said I was?!" Eren looks offended over at his friend.
"Yeah but you thought it." Connie laughs.
"I hate you guys." He just rolls his eyes… but what if they are right?
Did he ever have a real chance with you?
And do you even like him?
—
Friday was like any other day…
at least that’s what Eren expected when he sat down next to you like usually.
You immediately noticed that something was off. He seemed so cold and distant and even after you asked him "did I do something wrong?", with a cute pout on your face, he only responded with a "nah don’t worry." before turning his head away from you again. The truth is that Eren was just scared. Hurt and scared to be specific.
What if Jean and Connie were right, and he’s just your way of passing time during your boring lectures.
He always felt a little delusional for thinking there could be something going on between you guys, but the conversation he had with his friends yesterday just made things worse.
Eren basically ignored you for almost the entire lecture, thinking about thousands of reasons why you could think that he’s not good enough for you.
He always had his fair share of insecurities, but he still hoped you’d like him regardless.
However all of his worries got dismissed after he opened the letter you passed him when nobody was looking.
'𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆?'
It said, written perfectly in your handwriting.
You smile at him innocently before tapping the end of your pencil against your bottom lip.
There’s no way you would write something like that if you weren’t interested in him… right?…
You’re so cruel for playing around with him like that. At this point it doesn’t even matter anymore if all of this is a joke or game to you, Eren is willing to risk it all.
If he ever had the glimpse of a chance with you, then now is the time to make use of it and shoot his shot. He’s definitely going to keep the note and brag about it to his friends though, simply to prove them that he’s not some virgin loser and that he knows how to talk to girls, even if he doesn’t do it a lot.
He smiles softly to himself before ripping out a piece of paper from his notebook and scribbling something on it.
He hands it to you while giving you a cocky attitude. '𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦' You read on it. '𝑶𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚?' you write back with a sly smirk on your lips.
'𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯… 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰'
If having wet dreams about you would count, he’d definitely be considered a pro… so it’s not that much of a lie is it?
'𝒐𝒉 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘' You giggle in amusement before you give him the small note.
~That girl is going to be the death of me ~
Eren thinks to himself as he noticed the bugle in his pants. Luckily none of his friends were here, seeing him embarrassed at the fact that he is fully bricked up, because of you just writing on a stupid piece of paper.
'𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯' he writes back, trying to keep his cool to impress you.
Deep down he knew he’s scared to death right now, even if he doesn’t want to admit it…
—
"You’re still here? Get the fuck out Armin, Y/n's gonna be here in like one hour and I still need to…get ready!" Eren bursts into Armin’s room after hearing him talk on the phone.
He never wanted to impress a girl so bad in his life.
"Shut up Eren I’m talking to my mom!"
Armin puts his phone on silent as he tries to make Eren leave by pushing him away with one hand.
"Fuck no, don’t ruin this for me! You need to leave."
Armin unmutes his phone before he sighs and starts speaking again.
"Wait mom, I- I’m gonna call you back. Yes I promise I won’t drink much. Okay, yeah love you too, bye." He hangs up. "what the hell is wrong with you man?!" he glares at Eren. "Did you already pack your things?" Eren continues bugging him.
"Yes I did, now stop rushing me or I’ll tell Jean and Connie that you practiced how to put on condoms last night!" Armin threatens him, remembering the painfully awkward encounter he had with his best friend.
"Okay okay but you have to leave now, please Armin." Eren nearly begs. This is one of the most important days in his life, there’s no way he going to let anybody fuck this up.
"Fine, I was about to leave anyways." Armin sighs while rolling his eyes as he takes his backpack from his bed and puts it on before grabbing his keys from his nightstand. "Thank you man I love you!" Eren says relived, following Armin to the door.
"Yeah whatever." Armin says before walking out of the door and closing it behind him.
—
The entire hour that Eren had left, he spent by lighting up scented candles around the house and praying that he won’t mess up, not tonight.
It can’t be that hard right? He watched enough porn to know the basics, he just hopes that you won’t notice it’s his first time.
The moment the doorbell rang he almost had a stroke…. However it was nothing compared to the way his heart was beating fast when you sat down beside him on his bed after he lead you in his room.
Fake it till you make it right? That’s what Eren thought when he started kissing you, pretending that his last kiss wasn’t in middle school. Getting hard on time was much easier than he thought it would be.
He felt his heart skip a beat when your warm hand slides under his shirt as you start trailing your fingers over his abs. Your skin is so unbelievably soft, it feels like heaven. You make him take off his shirt and play with the buckle of his belt before he pulls your face closer by your chin, only leaving inches between you.
"You’re so fucking pretty." He mutters under his breath while inspecting your face.
He always wanted to have you to himself, and seeing you like this, so desperately craving his touch just drives him crazy.
Usually he feels like you hold this power over him, but you whispering quietly in his ear "I want you so bad." was a major ego boost to him.
He can’t believe that his friends almost had him convinced that he wasn’t good enough for you… ridiculous.
He takes off your dress and removes your underwear, as he watches your nipples get hard at the cool air, with a smirk on his face, before he takes out a condom from his pocket.
It’s now or never.
He gets rid of his pants and puts on the elastic rubber just like he practiced the night before.
Now that he’s so close to losing his virginity, realization hits him, killing the adrenaline that just rushed through his veins.
He feels the palms of his hands getting sweaty and his breath quicken as he tries to keep himself from panicking to much.
He takes a deep breath and moves his hardened member to your entrance before you flinch and stop him right when he’s about to put it in.
"What’s wrong?" He asked confused.
Did you notice that he’s completely inexperienced? This is so embarrassing, he should have just told you the truth when he had the chance to.
"I need to tell you something…" you shyly look up to him. "Did… Did I do something wrong?" Eren says, worried that he’s making you feel uncomfortable.
"No it’s just,… please be gentle okay?" You try to avoid eye contact before continuing.
"Don’t laugh at me but… I-I never did this before."
Eren chuckles lightly to himself.
"I’ll try to keep it down for ya."
This is going to be so much more fun than he thought it would be.
Hope you enjoyed it, I refuse to believe that there’s people out there that don’t know the song, but if you don’t I can only recommend listening to it! 🧎🏾♀️
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ATTACK ON TITAN - JUST A TAD JEALOUS
includes: jean kirstein, eren jaeger, connie springer and levi ackerman all xfem!reader
a/n: i honestly don't know what this is :)
jean kirstein:
pouty :(
as much as he tries to act confident, jean gets extremely insecure when he sees someone else flirty with you
he'll watch from a far as the guy smirks down at you, invading your personal space as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and whispers something into it all one fell swoop - and jean will hardly be able to stop the heavy pout that curls onto his lips
it's not that he doesn't trust you (literally, takes everything you say and believes it - he trusts you more than anything) but he can't help but wondering if maybe that guy would look better with you and if others think that too
he can be a little oblivious sometimes and although he tries to make you his first priority, it doesn't always work out that way
maybe you'd be happier with this-
"i have a boyfriend, thank you very much"
your voice booms over the noise of the party, the noise cutting out momentarily as jean blinks in your direction.
he'd looked away for a split second and now you're glaring up at the guy, eyes set into a nasty glare as you push him off of you
a second later and you're marching your way through the crowd, ignoring the eyes that follow you or the sputter of the guy behind you, not stopping until you reach jean and the second you do the frown that had been stuck on your lips vanishes and a warm smile curls onto your lips
"there you are"
jean just blinks down at you
"why didn't you come save me," you pout up at him, falling against him dramatically as you draped yourself over him entirely; "that guy was weird and creepy and all i wanted was my handsome, strong boyfriend to protect me"
:((
now he feels worse
"sorry baby," he smiles down but it doesn't reach his eyes
you meet his gaze before shaking your head, "don't worry, jean, i would never leave you"
and he feels his heart swell at your words and the fact that he hadn't even had to say anything and you just knew
eren jaeger:
doesn't even let the guy finish
one second he's talking to armin after class about a project coming up and it's like his sense go off, his head snapping over his shoulder in the direction of you
erens eyes widen
you've been cornered against a wall, some guy eren's never seen before stood in front of you with his arm stretched across you, palm pressed against the wall next to your head
that's all it takes
the guys halfway through sending some sort of flirtatious comment your way when eren abruptly shoves his way through, not-so-subtly shoving the guy out of the way and coming to stand in front of you, fulling blocking your view of the guy
you're swarmed by him, eren's arms coming around you and pressing you against the wall as he smirks down at you
you blink up at him, dazed, the whole thing happening far too quick for you to process
"hi baby"
there's a shit-eating grin across his face
"eren-!"
"excuse me but i was-"
eren spins around, smile fading as he glowers down at the guy
"excuse you," he spits, "but i'm trying to have a conversation with my girlfriend"
every bit of his confidence fades then before he scampers away, thoroughly embarrassed
"that's what i thought"
"eren," you call, tugging him to face, "he-"
"was flirting with you," eren rolls his eyes like he can't believe you're even questioning it, "and i had to protect your honour!"
you just raise a brow at him
connie springer:
he's a little shit to be honest
not at all threatened but that doesn't mean he's gonna let the guy flirt with you
oh, definitely not
"y/nnnnnnnn~! i'm horny!"
cue you burning bright red, body tensing as connie wraps his entire body around you, nearly toppling you over as the boy in front of you turns beet red himself, sputtering
"i-i..."
"mm?" connie questions, lazily letting his eyes drift to the boy like he'd just noticed him for the first time (which all of you knew wasn't true), "oh, didn't see you there"
the boy blinks
"you're so... tiny"
your jaw slacks, "connie!"
"what!"
you just turn to him but he's grinning, eyes twinkling with delight as he shifts, moving to wrap an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his side
"seriously though, y/n, i'm horny"
"connie, what the-"
"i-i... i should go!"
the boy goes running off before you can say anything
silence follows
"connie"
"hm?"
"he was asking me about the project we were grouped together for"
"oh"
turning to him, you shake your head, "yeah, 'oh'! what am i supposed to say to him now?"
"nothing?" connie shrugs, like the answer was obvious
"connie!"
"what!"
you huff, rolling your eyes but unable to stop the smile that slowly curls onto your lips at your boyfriend
"i was serious you know"
"shut up"
levi ackerman:
no one dares, to be honest
levi is quite literally glued to your hip
he's not a big fan of pda, but he is always near you; whether that be a hand pressed against your back, or holding your hand, or hovering somewhere close to you...
levi is always there
...glaring at any potential man that step towards you
if a guy does try to flirt (not even flirt, just talk to you) with you, levi is glaring at him the. entire. time.
a domineering, honestly terrifying presence behind you constantly
and you?
you're aware and you simply let levi
you're just as smitten with him as he is you and you'd happily let him do whatever he wanted if it meant just getting to spend time with him
levi has no reason to even get jealous because no one dares and you're utterly oblivious to any attempts
if someone flirts with you, you just simply bring up levi, smiling brightly and giggling at the mere thought of your adorable, wonderful boyfriend
and honestly?
its a huge boost to his ego
aot boys x reacting to a dream where you die
a/n: inspired by @meowzfordayz and her wonderful hcs! got a bit carried away lol these are too long but i hope you enjoy anyway :)
eren secretly freaks tf out but is too embarrassed to admit it. you wake up to the pressure of his hands not so subtly traveling across different parts of your belly and hips, the coolness of his fingertips on your bare skin making you shiver. “eren? what're you doing?” you ask, confused, your own hands closing around his wrists to delicately move them away. but he resists your push, his fingers stubbornly finding their way to the familiar albeit faded scar residing right above your hip bone. “sorry. didn't mean to wake you” his voice cracks, which is enough to prompt you to sit up. “tell me what's wrong” you take one of his hands and squeeze twice, your secret way to communicate that everything's fine. eren's big eyes search for signs of distress or pain in yours but all he finds is genuine concern and grogginess. he relaxes and weakly squeezes your hand right back. “bad dream. it's stupid, let's just go back to sleep” but of course you see right through his fake composure and pull him in for a hug, gently hushing the trembling exhale that tickles your neck as his arms close around you. “you're okay” he whispers to himself and you hum in confirmation, nodding against his shoulder. “i am. the only thing truly hurting me is your snoring”. he huffs at that, covertly thankful you're still there to give him a reason to roll his eyes
lol armin will not be there when you wake up in the middle of the night, senses alert bc of the unusually cold, empty spot next to you. he doesn't reply when you call him so you're forced to get up and explore the whole floor, bathroom to study, until you hear some muffled sniffling coming from downstairs and you rush to the living room, heart in your throat. “armin??? are you okay? what happened??” he's curled into himself on the couch but as he hears your voice he lifts his head, heavy groan crawling up from his throat because what the fuck, why are you awake? he hates hates hates the idea of you seeing him like this for the nth time, always so stupid and helpless now with tear stained cheeks too for something that's not even real. “nothing” his defensive tone startles you and he regrets it immediately, sigh heavy as he tiredly rubs his temples, a sign of surrender and vulnerability that draws you in until you're sitting next to him, warm hand closing on his knee. “what if i brew some tea? we still have some cookies left” you speak gently and his gaze softens, guilt already bubbling in the pit of his stomach. “it's 2am” “and?” “you have to work tomorrow” “and??”. so he ends up brewing the tea instead and you simply won't talk about what happened until the next morning, after a fair amount of the night before was spent sharing homemade peanut butter cookies with armin taking your hand to press gentle kisses to your wrist from time to time <3
oh my god jean 100% feels too stupid to mention it or letting a dumb dream upset him once he's awake and can physically see you and touch you as you're making breakfast together, he's also too proud to admit how horrible it felt to see your body get so rigid, your skin too cold, eyes void of their usual light. so he doesn't mention it. but you can tell something is off: he's more attentive than usual (when has he ever pushed you away from the toaster bc you might bet burned?) he's extremely touchy-feely (more than usual lol it's fine for him to have his arms wrapped around you as you're rinsing a fork but not letting go? not even allowing you to turn off the stove, at the expense of his precious eggs, now at risk of charring??) so of course your spider senses detect that something isn't quite right and you interrogate him over breakfast, just as he casually plays with your fingers and quite uncomfortably tries to eat with his left hand. “what d'you mean i'm being weird? that how you accept my unconditional love?” he has you rolling your eyes a number of times before he shrugs with a “had a nightmare last night, no biggie” “did something happen to me?” “yeah, no need to take the piss, i know it's dumb”. a fond smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you shrug as well. “wasn't gonna take the piss. if something happened to you in one of my dreams, i'd probably freak out” “oh thank god” jean forces you up from your chair in a split second and pulls you in the tightest hug in recorded history lol
well connie will definitely blurt it out and attempt to downplay it at the same time lmao don't even get me started you'll wake up and he'd be in the kitchen making coffee greeting you with something like “g'morning! btw i dreamed you died last night hahaha isn't that so stupid??? you were dead dead, like R.I.P you, right in my arms” and you're standing there like 🤨🤨🤨 “i'm glad you thought that was funny?” “so funny, i even cried a little when i woke up haha you were sleeping right next to me and i was tearing up like a dumbass omg did i mention how still you were???” his emotional responses are all sorts of fucked up tbh. connie doesn't always know how to react to things and unexpected situations and complicated feelings bc he's so used to being the cheerful comic relief but somewhere underneath all the sunshine he carries around there's actual fear. connie is actually scared, all the time. of the ocean, of loneliness, of losing those who are dear to him, of being too much and not nearly enough at the same time. he has his own ways of dealing with fear and they're not always ideal. so you delicately take the clutched phone from his hands and peck his lips once, twice, each kiss lasting longer than the former until he takes your face in his hands and just keeps it there, forehead resting on yours. “i'm here. and you're a stupid idiot for calling yourself a dumbass”. he chuckles at that, which makes you smile. “promise you'll stay alive long enough to call me a stupid idiot a million more times?” “yes, if you wash the dishes”
i mean of course levi is mad. lol. at himself, bc he was not able to protect you in his dream and at you bc where tf are you??? he's petrified sitting up in (a very much empty) bed, mentally gives himself 3 seconds before he allows irrational panic to kick in but thank fuck you flush the toilet 1,5 seconds later, wash your hands and come back to your shared bedroom to find the grumpy man you're in love with glaring daggers your way, scowl so deep you hesitate by the door, silently wondering what you did wrong. were you being so tossy and turny you woke him up? did you take more than your share of blankets? did you accidentally punch him in the face? (it has happened and he was surprisingly nice about it lol). “i'm sorry” you blurt out, cautious as you climb onto your bed again, slipping your legs underneath the covers. “what are you apologizing for?” his voice sounds weird, which freaks you out even more. “not sure” you tilt your head “but you look mad”. levi huffs, features softening. “was it sleep kicking? or did i fart? you know edamame gives me real bad gas—” “you did not fart” he runs a hand through his hair, simultaneously exhausted and biting back an incredulous smile. “you died” he blurts it out but saying it out loud sucks so badly that he clenches his fists and you don't really know how to react. “i couldn't do shit about it. you just died. t'was horrible and i know it's not your fault and it was just a dream but...” “i'm sorry i died” your soft reply interrupts his babbling and prompts another snort. “stop apologizing” “what can i do, then?”. levi inspects your features attentively and takes your hand underneath the covers, intertwining his fingers with yours. “promise you won't do it again” he goes along with your silliness and you smile, nose rubbing against his, barely audible whisper of a “promise” before kissing him
porco will never and i mean never tell you what's up lmao his dumbass would rather die than admit a dream has had the power to affect him at all. he's a grown up™ and rational™ enough to discern reality from fantasy and guess what?? his current reality = you roaming around the house to cook, do the laundry, jokingly mock his housework skills as he vacuums rooms missing entire spots and breaks yet another glass in the sink (“stfu the sponge was too damn soapy it slipped” ) but honestly? porco doesn't even notice how much he stares the day after his nightmare. not just in the morning, he literally can't cast his eyes away from you for the entire day. he's 12 so as soon as you mention it he gets defensive lol like you'll be on the couch with your legs on his lap as he watches something on his laptop, you're reading a book and you'll say something along the lines of “ya know you've been staring a lot today” and he'll automatically reply “yeah?? cuz you're ugly” which only confirms your hunch. “don't be an ass, why were you staring??” “just told you?” “porco” “that's my name, don't wear it out” he's so infuriating honestly but eventually your persistence does wear him down enough to elicit one true response: “because i wanted to make sure you're actually here”. you tilt your head, confused frown that makes him bite back a smile. “what does that even mean?? where else would i be? are you high?” “high on you, babe” lmao yeah he won't tell you how horrible and scary and wrong it was to see your body get so still and your eyes suddenly unwilling to open and your hands not squeezing his back no matter how much he screamed and called for you and cursed and cried. why would he? porco can discern reality from fantasy. as you jokingly poke his side with your sock-clad foot and laugh as he grabs it to nibble at your ankle, he's grateful af for his reality :)
reiner instantly wakes you up lol he's too shaken to think straight and can't handle the pounding of his heart nor the cold sweat coating his forehead tbh. you freak out as well bc he looks like shit so you think he's not feeling well -> it's 30 entire seconds of back and forth (“are you okay?” “are you okay??” “why are you shaking???” “why are you sweating????”) until you can sense his stress is about to grow into a full on anxiety attack and you take his giant, cold, clammy hands in yours, squeezing hard enough to ground him. “baby, breathe with me. i'm right here, okay? just like that. deep and slow”. it doesn't matter that he squeezes back hard enough to hurt you. “you're doing great! wanna count with me?”. he closes his eyes and you both count to ten out loud, three times before he looks at you again and the crude fear that was in his gaze is long gone, leaving space to relief and slight embarrassment. “don't apologize” you cut him off right as his lips part “are you okay? can you wait for me? i'll go grab some water and—” he interrupts you right back by slotting his mouth to yours, with a kiss so feverish your brain shortcircuits. deaf to your protests, he will keep murmuring nonsense against your lips, an endless progression of i'm sorry, you're fine, i'm sorry, i love you, thank god, i love you so much. when you're allowed to catch your breath at last he presses one last kiss to your forehead and you're finally able to connect the dots. much like armin, he doesn't enjoy being so weak and emotional so often around you, but he also knows you feel strongly about him being so hard on himself. you won't have it. so reiner silently accepts and is oh so grateful for each sweet reassuring word you whisper to the shell of his ear, knowing all too well that nightmares have nothing on your i'm here and i'm never leaving and i know i'm safe with you
We really need to be slutted out by connie. Please??????
meat to meat , wall to wall .ᐟ
conniexreader, smut, minors DNI ! language, mild degrading, praising, no protection, mentions of spit, finger sucking, etc.
you’re not sure how you got there, from being buggy and desperate for connie, to completely begging him to “slow down”
of course he wasn’t gonna listen to what you were saying but it was just a suggestion. a really, really, desperate suggestion.
“hell nah, this what you wanted, right? this what you been whining about and, fuck…” he breathed out, holding your waist tightly while thrusting into you. “complaining about.” he finished.
he had you bent over the kitchen counter, the house just dimly lit as you scratched over the marble, throwing your head back at the sensation shooting through your pussy, stomach, and legs.
“f-uck, slow down connieee!” you reached back to at least try to make him slow down a little, but he just grabbed your arm and pushed it back in front of you.
“if i slow down ian speeding back up. that orgasm gon’ take forever.” he leaned down to whisper against your ear.
your legs shook, him having to lift you back up as your knees hit the bottom cabinets. hitting your g-spot with every thrust, you moaning and slurring meaningless, and unidentifiable words as connie’s hand went towards your jaw, pulling your head back a little.
“come on, you can take dick better than this, pretty.” he groaned, throwing his head back and moving his hand down to your stomach, softly pressing against it with each trust.
“you feel that? i know you like that.” connie laughed a little, the banging of the counters almost blanking out his words.
“mhm.. i do… slow down..” you slurred out, whining softly, slowly feeling your legs give in, but trying your best to keep yourself up.
connie put his hand over your mouth, sticking two fingers in. “hush, you complaining too much ma.” he said, you slobbering against his fingers, making him smile a little. “come on, you not that dick dumb. suck.”
you softly sucked connie’s fingers as he slowly slid them further in your mouth, making your eyes water a little. he bit his lip and dragged his hand back down to your neck, leaving a trail of your saliva.
“i can’t t-take it” you whined. connie leaned up, tilting your head back. “shut up.” he mumbled, his lips connecting with your wet ones.
that’s when you felt his thrusts get harder, making you moan louder and struggle to keep your lips on his. “fuck me back, you got it..” connie mumbled, slipping his tongue in your mouth and continuing to kiss you, your brows furrowing and your nails desperately trying to dig into the countertop.
you moved your lips back against him, the feeling of him deepening in your stomach almost sending you over the edge.
he could feel you tightening around him by the second, him letting out a groan before tightening his hand around your neck.
“co-nnieee” you whined, hitting the counter. “i give up, fuck..” you said between chopped breaths. “nah, can’t tap outta this one. you can cum mama, all over me.” connie bit his lip, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper by the second.
your legs started to go numb, your knees giving out. now it seemed like you didn’t even have control over your own body anymore, he was holding you up completely by your waist.
“ah! fuck!” your eyes shut as you felt an orgasm building up. connie pushed your back further down, making you arch again, his breathing getting heavier. “fuck, this pussy all mines, i swear.” he breathed out as you felt yourself finally being sent over the edge.
your legs started to shake as your hand slammed against the counter, you laying your head on your arm while you whined continuously, feeling connie’s warmth almost in your stomach.
your legs continued to shake, even after connie slowed down, even after you heard the dripping of cum hit the floor.
“fuh..” you couldn’t even finish your word before connie pulled out of you, groaning and laughing a little at the way you trembled, even when he wasn’t fucking you anymore.
“look at you. all that begging and can’t even handle dick. slob running all down that pretty ass mouth.” he grabbed your jaw and made you look at him, staring at your mouth with a cocky grin.
your words wouldn’t even come out, you, still trying to catch your breath. you looked at him with glossy eyes, still throbbing and panting over nothing.
as connie pat your pussy softly, you jumped a little, your legs nearly giving out again at the numbing sensation that never left. “like a pretty ass slut.” connie pat your cheek before letting your face go with a chuckle.
“just make sure you can handle what i got next time.”
Jean, Connie, and Sasha with an s/o that has acne
Modern Au
Jean:
Jean was one of the sweetest boys you ever met and he always let you know how much he loved and appreciated you. While his loving words would always make you flustered, that still didn't get rid of your own insecurities. You've had back acne ever since you were a young teen and no matter what products you used, they wouldn't go away. They were super noticable and you felt that when people looked at you they only saw your acne. You came back from finishing your afternoon college classes to only look at yourself in the bathroom mirror and cry. Jean was out catching up with some friends but you thought he was going to be out almost the rest of the day. What you didn't expect was for Jean to knock on the door cause he was home early. "(Y/n)? Can I come in?" You wiped your tears as you opened the door to see your boyfriend with a concerned look. He hugged you knowing that you were upset and laid you both down on your shared bed. "Baby, what's wrong? I heard you crying in there and I wanted to make sure you were okay." You were afraid to tell Jean thinking that your worry was something so dumb. "It's nothing important, don't worry about it Jean." Jean furrowed his eyebrows and said "If you were crying about it, then it must be something important. It's not dumb to cry over something that's upsetting you. I won't judge you for anything you're sad over." Jean's comforting words made it a bit better so you just decided to tell him what was up. "It's just, I have really bad acne on my face and it just makes me look ugly. I wish I could be beautiful like all those models I see on Instagram with flawless skin." Jean made eye contact with you as he looked at you serious. "Now, I'm going to stop you right there. You? Not beautiful? Give me a break." He huffed as he continued. "You're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever known in my life. Why do you think I dated you? You're beautiful, flaws and all. Who cares if you have acne? It's a natural thing and even the most perfect looking people have flaws." Your eyes widened at his words. "(Y/n), I love you and if I have to let you know how beautiful you are every single day, you bet I'll do it." You teared up at how sweet your boyfriend was. You're so grateful for him in your life. You kissed Jean on the lips feeling the tears run down your cheeks. "Thank you Jean." Jean and you cuddled the whole night only whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
Connie:
Connie was almost like your best friend. Sometimes it didn't seem like he was your boyfriend but you still loved the hell out of him. But that didn't help with your face that had pure flaws. The acne on your face made your mood go down at the worst times and you hated it. It was a Friday night and you and Connie would go out of the way to have a date night by watching movies or binge watching some of your favorite shows. While those dates always made you feel happy, you weren't feeling the best today due to your insecurities. While Connie was making his typical jokes, he noticed your change of behavior and how you weren't laughing or joking around with him. "Hey, is something bothering you?" Connie asked. You noticed your boyfriend paused the movie to talk to you. "Nothing much, just that the main female lead is so pretty and flawless. I'm so ugly compared to her.. Not a big deal though." You shrugged off what you said. Connie let out a gasp as he quickly pulled you in for a tight hug. "(Y/n)! Why would you say something like that?! You know you're gorgeous right?" You hugged your boyfriend back with a saddened expression. "It's just, my acne is awful and I've been breaking out." Connie looked at you with his golden eyes as he said, "So? Acne doesn't make you ugly (Y/n). You're a human just like everyone else. No one is perfect." Connie proceeded to get up from the couch to go and retrieve something from upstairs. When he got back, he held two facemasks for the two of you to use. "How about we use these babe? To make you feel better?" You smiled as you nodded. Connie always knew how to make you happy.
Sasha:
You and Sasha were getting ready to go out to a new restaurant that just opened not too far from your apartment. You spent the past 15 minutes getting dressed in a nice outfit to look beautiful enough for the night. Although your outfit was nice, your face wasn't that appealing to look at. Sasha was in kind of a rush so she rushed into the room so you both can leave. "Come on (Y/n)!! I really wanna try this new restaurant!! I heard their barbecue is to die for!!" Sasha drooled at the thought of the delicious food. "Okay, Sasha. Can you just give me a few more minutes to put some quick makeup on?" Sasha grabbed your hand to pull you out of the confined space. "(Y/n)! You look fine! Plus I'm starving so let's just go!" You aggressively pulled from her grasp and yelled, "NO!" Sasha was a bit surprised at your outburst but could catch the tears welling up in your eyes. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? You're clearly upset about something and I want to make you feel better." You held yourself tightly as you said, "I don't want to go out without wearing makeup. I just want to hide all the ugliness on my face." Sasha's mouth went wide as she said, "Ugly?! (Y/n), you're far from ugly." You laughed sarcastically. "If I wasn't ugly I wouldn't have all this acne on my face." "(Y/n), acne doesn't make you ugly. It's a natural thing to get. Heck, even I break out from time to time. It's a normal thing and even with your flaws you're still my gorgeous girl." You don't know how but Sasha's kind words made your heart flutter. You looked up at her with a surprised face as you questioned, "You really mean it?" Sasha laughed. "I mean every word sweetie." You ran up to your girlfriend and gave her the warmest hug in the world, grateful for her in your life. "Now, come on (Y/n). Let's eat, I made reservations."
This cute or whatever
Connie x Reader Forever (Modern AU)
summary: you and Connie are roommates, and he refuses for either of you to move out and insists that you live together forever, despite not being in a relationship.
Having Connie as a roommate was mostly a lot of fun - you guys would spend your nights playing games, talking about random shit, or listening to each other's dumb conspiracy theories.
Honestly, you loved it. It was so cute when you'd get home from college and see him curled up on the sofa with your dog, Prince, both of them asleep.
It was funny how when you first moved in, Connie and Prince didn't get along well - he was terribly afraid of it and your dog wasn't too friendly to the male, he'd growl a little when Connie was around you. Now, they were literally best friends, with Prince following your roommate around and napping on his bed, and them doing all kinds of things together.
With a soft smile, you approached the sofa and brought the blanket that was falling off the side back over the male before giving Prince a couple, gentle pets.
However, once you turned and saw the plate on the coffee table, you suddenly felt a wave of irritation flood within you. Not because of the mess, but because you had a specific rule to not touch each other's food. And he obviously broke that rule.
Shooting a slight glare to the sleeping man, you padded out of the room and made way to your bedroom, changing out of your clothes and into your pyjamas. You, then, entered the kitchen to search for a snack before going back to the living room to see that Connie was stirring awake.
Gold peered at you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw unhinging to let a yawn out. "Hi, pretty."
"Good evening, sleepyhead."
"Hmm, why so formal?" he murmured, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. That's when it was clear to him that you were upset, possibly with him. "D-did I do something wrong?"
"You ate my food," you pouted, tapping his shoulder, wordlessly telling him to make space for you on the sofa. He watched you plop down beside him, glancing at the empty plate before bringing his eyes back to you.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were saving it. I can get you more."
With a soft sigh, you gazed at him, noticing the guilt in his vibrant hues. "... It's all right. I'm just being bratty."
"Are you sure? We can go together for dinner if you want."
"Nah, it's okay, I want to stay home."
"You're really sure?"
"Yes, Connie," you smiled at him, patting the top of his head.
"Others would've made me get them more food... You really are the best roommate I've ever had."
"You idiot, I'm the only one you've had."
"Mhm," he hummed, shifting his position so that he was able to rest his head on your lap, "and you're going to be the only one."
"Connie, I'm not living with you for the rest of my life. I'm moving out when I can."
"Nope. You're not allowed to."
You huffed, fingers subconsciously finding their way to his buzzcut. "We might as well get married if you're going to make me live with you 'forever'."
"You read my mind," he stated with so much confidence that it made you pause. Nevertheless, you continued to along with it, seeing where the conversation would end up and see if he was joking or not.
"Only if you don't steal my food again."
"I'll be making a lot of promises, but that's one I can't make."
"Then, I'm not marrying you," you retorted, lightly flicking his forehead, which made him whine.
"Well, I can change your mind in a couple years because we still have a lot to do."
"Like what?"
A little smirk tugged at his lips as he peeked his eyes open to look up at you. Without a word, he stood up and stretched before he leaned down to be eye level with you, lips hovering over yours. "Like... sharing a kiss, for example."
Even though your heart was thumping against your chest, you gave him a smirk in return, replying in a whisper, "We can easily get that out of the way."
His smirk slowly faded into an expression of surprise as he realised the position you got yourselves into, mouth parted as he simply gazed at you, searching for approval in your (E/C) hues. Once he found it, he tucked some locks behind your ear, fingers lingering on your cheek, tracing down to your chin to tilt your head up towards him. His other hand rested on the side of your neck, a gentle grip on your skin.
He watched your delicate eyelashes flutter as you lidded your eyes, anticipating the sensation of his lips against yours. And it happened, his lips finding yours in a slow, soft kiss, like he was afraid to hurt you. And honestly, he was. He's seen you come home, heartbroken because of a guy that treated you wrong. So, he hoped he was able to change that, he knew you well after living with you for a year and a half, so he knew how to treat you right.
Connie parted from you, his heart racing. It was something he's wanted to do for a while, he couldn't believe it finally happened. It felt so soft and delicate-- you are so soft and delicate. Yet, it also felt like a fire ignited within him, a fire that burned with love and passion. Just for you.
"... Does this mean we're one step closer to getting married?" he joked, breaking the silence that he knew you felt awkward in. You rolled your eyes and laughed in response, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
"Maybe. We'll see how it goes because it's way too soon to think about marriage when we haven't even been on a date. But before that, give me another kiss."
He grinned, happily complying with your request. He would wait however long he has to to be able to marry you. For now, he'd take his time, treating you better than anyone else ever did, hoping to have you forever.
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This cute or whatever
Connie x Reader Forever (Modern AU)
summary: you and Connie are roommates, and he refuses for either of you to move out and insists that you live together forever, despite not being in a relationship.
Having Connie as a roommate was mostly a lot of fun - you guys would spend your nights playing games, talking about random shit, or listening to each other's dumb conspiracy theories.
Honestly, you loved it. It was so cute when you'd get home from college and see him curled up on the sofa with your dog, Prince, both of them asleep.
It was funny how when you first moved in, Connie and Prince didn't get along well - he was terribly afraid of it and your dog wasn't too friendly to the male, he'd growl a little when Connie was around you. Now, they were literally best friends, with Prince following your roommate around and napping on his bed, and them doing all kinds of things together.
With a soft smile, you approached the sofa and brought the blanket that was falling off the side back over the male before giving Prince a couple, gentle pets.
However, once you turned and saw the plate on the coffee table, you suddenly felt a wave of irritation flood within you. Not because of the mess, but because you had a specific rule to not touch each other's food. And he obviously broke that rule.
Shooting a slight glare to the sleeping man, you padded out of the room and made way to your bedroom, changing out of your clothes and into your pyjamas. You, then, entered the kitchen to search for a snack before going back to the living room to see that Connie was stirring awake.
Gold peered at you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw unhinging to let a yawn out. "Hi, pretty."
"Good evening, sleepyhead."
"Hmm, why so formal?" he murmured, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. That's when it was clear to him that you were upset, possibly with him. "D-did I do something wrong?"
"You ate my food," you pouted, tapping his shoulder, wordlessly telling him to make space for you on the sofa. He watched you plop down beside him, glancing at the empty plate before bringing his eyes back to you.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were saving it. I can get you more."
With a soft sigh, you gazed at him, noticing the guilt in his vibrant hues. "... It's all right. I'm just being bratty."
"Are you sure? We can go together for dinner if you want."
"Nah, it's okay, I want to stay home."
"You're really sure?"
"Yes, Connie," you smiled at him, patting the top of his head.
"Others would've made me get them more food... You really are the best roommate I've ever had."
"You idiot, I'm the only one you've had."
"Mhm," he hummed, shifting his position so that he was able to rest his head on your lap, "and you're going to be the only one."
"Connie, I'm not living with you for the rest of my life. I'm moving out when I can."
"Nope. You're not allowed to."
You huffed, fingers subconsciously finding their way to his buzzcut. "We might as well get married if you're going to make me live with you 'forever'."
"You read my mind," he stated with so much confidence that it made you pause. Nevertheless, you continued to along with it, seeing where the conversation would end up and see if he was joking or not.
"Only if you don't steal my food again."
"I'll be making a lot of promises, but that's one I can't make."
"Then, I'm not marrying you," you retorted, lightly flicking his forehead, which made him whine.
"Well, I can change your mind in a couple years because we still have a lot to do."
"Like what?"
A little smirk tugged at his lips as he peeked his eyes open to look up at you. Without a word, he stood up and stretched before he leaned down to be eye level with you, lips hovering over yours. "Like... sharing a kiss, for example."
Even though your heart was thumping against your chest, you gave him a smirk in return, replying in a whisper, "We can easily get that out of the way."
His smirk slowly faded into an expression of surprise as he realised the position you got yourselves into, mouth parted as he simply gazed at you, searching for approval in your (E/C) hues. Once he found it, he tucked some locks behind your ear, fingers lingering on your cheek, tracing down to your chin to tilt your head up towards him. His other hand rested on the side of your neck, a gentle grip on your skin.
He watched your delicate eyelashes flutter as you lidded your eyes, anticipating the sensation of his lips against yours. And it happened, his lips finding yours in a slow, soft kiss, like he was afraid to hurt you. And honestly, he was. He's seen you come home, heartbroken because of a guy that treated you wrong. So, he hoped he was able to change that, he knew you well after living with you for a year and a half, so he knew how to treat you right.
Connie parted from you, his heart racing. It was something he's wanted to do for a while, he couldn't believe it finally happened. It felt so soft and delicate-- you are so soft and delicate. Yet, it also felt like a fire ignited within him, a fire that burned with love and passion. Just for you.
"... Does this mean we're one step closer to getting married?" he joked, breaking the silence that he knew you felt awkward in. You rolled your eyes and laughed in response, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
"Maybe. We'll see how it goes because it's way too soon to think about marriage when we haven't even been on a date. But before that, give me another kiss."
He grinned, happily complying with your request. He would wait however long he has to to be able to marry you. For now, he'd take his time, treating you better than anyone else ever did, hoping to have you forever.
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This cute or whatever
Connie x Reader Forever (Modern AU)
summary: you and Connie are roommates, and he refuses for either of you to move out and insists that you live together forever, despite not being in a relationship.
Having Connie as a roommate was mostly a lot of fun - you guys would spend your nights playing games, talking about random shit, or listening to each other's dumb conspiracy theories.
Honestly, you loved it. It was so cute when you'd get home from college and see him curled up on the sofa with your dog, Prince, both of them asleep.
It was funny how when you first moved in, Connie and Prince didn't get along well - he was terribly afraid of it and your dog wasn't too friendly to the male, he'd growl a little when Connie was around you. Now, they were literally best friends, with Prince following your roommate around and napping on his bed, and them doing all kinds of things together.
With a soft smile, you approached the sofa and brought the blanket that was falling off the side back over the male before giving Prince a couple, gentle pets.
However, once you turned and saw the plate on the coffee table, you suddenly felt a wave of irritation flood within you. Not because of the mess, but because you had a specific rule to not touch each other's food. And he obviously broke that rule.
Shooting a slight glare to the sleeping man, you padded out of the room and made way to your bedroom, changing out of your clothes and into your pyjamas. You, then, entered the kitchen to search for a snack before going back to the living room to see that Connie was stirring awake.
Gold peered at you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw unhinging to let a yawn out. "Hi, pretty."
"Good evening, sleepyhead."
"Hmm, why so formal?" he murmured, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. That's when it was clear to him that you were upset, possibly with him. "D-did I do something wrong?"
"You ate my food," you pouted, tapping his shoulder, wordlessly telling him to make space for you on the sofa. He watched you plop down beside him, glancing at the empty plate before bringing his eyes back to you.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were saving it. I can get you more."
With a soft sigh, you gazed at him, noticing the guilt in his vibrant hues. "... It's all right. I'm just being bratty."
"Are you sure? We can go together for dinner if you want."
"Nah, it's okay, I want to stay home."
"You're really sure?"
"Yes, Connie," you smiled at him, patting the top of his head.
"Others would've made me get them more food... You really are the best roommate I've ever had."
"You idiot, I'm the only one you've had."
"Mhm," he hummed, shifting his position so that he was able to rest his head on your lap, "and you're going to be the only one."
"Connie, I'm not living with you for the rest of my life. I'm moving out when I can."
"Nope. You're not allowed to."
You huffed, fingers subconsciously finding their way to his buzzcut. "We might as well get married if you're going to make me live with you 'forever'."
"You read my mind," he stated with so much confidence that it made you pause. Nevertheless, you continued to along with it, seeing where the conversation would end up and see if he was joking or not.
"Only if you don't steal my food again."
"I'll be making a lot of promises, but that's one I can't make."
"Then, I'm not marrying you," you retorted, lightly flicking his forehead, which made him whine.
"Well, I can change your mind in a couple years because we still have a lot to do."
"Like what?"
A little smirk tugged at his lips as he peeked his eyes open to look up at you. Without a word, he stood up and stretched before he leaned down to be eye level with you, lips hovering over yours. "Like... sharing a kiss, for example."
Even though your heart was thumping against your chest, you gave him a smirk in return, replying in a whisper, "We can easily get that out of the way."
His smirk slowly faded into an expression of surprise as he realised the position you got yourselves into, mouth parted as he simply gazed at you, searching for approval in your (E/C) hues. Once he found it, he tucked some locks behind your ear, fingers lingering on your cheek, tracing down to your chin to tilt your head up towards him. His other hand rested on the side of your neck, a gentle grip on your skin.
He watched your delicate eyelashes flutter as you lidded your eyes, anticipating the sensation of his lips against yours. And it happened, his lips finding yours in a slow, soft kiss, like he was afraid to hurt you. And honestly, he was. He's seen you come home, heartbroken because of a guy that treated you wrong. So, he hoped he was able to change that, he knew you well after living with you for a year and a half, so he knew how to treat you right.
Connie parted from you, his heart racing. It was something he's wanted to do for a while, he couldn't believe it finally happened. It felt so soft and delicate-- you are so soft and delicate. Yet, it also felt like a fire ignited within him, a fire that burned with love and passion. Just for you.
"... Does this mean we're one step closer to getting married?" he joked, breaking the silence that he knew you felt awkward in. You rolled your eyes and laughed in response, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
"Maybe. We'll see how it goes because it's way too soon to think about marriage when we haven't even been on a date. But before that, give me another kiss."
He grinned, happily complying with your request. He would wait however long he has to to be able to marry you. For now, he'd take his time, treating you better than anyone else ever did, hoping to have you forever.
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This cute or whatever
Connie x Reader Forever (Modern AU)
summary: you and Connie are roommates, and he refuses for either of you to move out and insists that you live together forever, despite not being in a relationship.
Having Connie as a roommate was mostly a lot of fun - you guys would spend your nights playing games, talking about random shit, or listening to each other's dumb conspiracy theories.
Honestly, you loved it. It was so cute when you'd get home from college and see him curled up on the sofa with your dog, Prince, both of them asleep.
It was funny how when you first moved in, Connie and Prince didn't get along well - he was terribly afraid of it and your dog wasn't too friendly to the male, he'd growl a little when Connie was around you. Now, they were literally best friends, with Prince following your roommate around and napping on his bed, and them doing all kinds of things together.
With a soft smile, you approached the sofa and brought the blanket that was falling off the side back over the male before giving Prince a couple, gentle pets.
However, once you turned and saw the plate on the coffee table, you suddenly felt a wave of irritation flood within you. Not because of the mess, but because you had a specific rule to not touch each other's food. And he obviously broke that rule.
Shooting a slight glare to the sleeping man, you padded out of the room and made way to your bedroom, changing out of your clothes and into your pyjamas. You, then, entered the kitchen to search for a snack before going back to the living room to see that Connie was stirring awake.
Gold peered at you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw unhinging to let a yawn out. "Hi, pretty."
"Good evening, sleepyhead."
"Hmm, why so formal?" he murmured, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. That's when it was clear to him that you were upset, possibly with him. "D-did I do something wrong?"
"You ate my food," you pouted, tapping his shoulder, wordlessly telling him to make space for you on the sofa. He watched you plop down beside him, glancing at the empty plate before bringing his eyes back to you.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were saving it. I can get you more."
With a soft sigh, you gazed at him, noticing the guilt in his vibrant hues. "... It's all right. I'm just being bratty."
"Are you sure? We can go together for dinner if you want."
"Nah, it's okay, I want to stay home."
"You're really sure?"
"Yes, Connie," you smiled at him, patting the top of his head.
"Others would've made me get them more food... You really are the best roommate I've ever had."
"You idiot, I'm the only one you've had."
"Mhm," he hummed, shifting his position so that he was able to rest his head on your lap, "and you're going to be the only one."
"Connie, I'm not living with you for the rest of my life. I'm moving out when I can."
"Nope. You're not allowed to."
You huffed, fingers subconsciously finding their way to his buzzcut. "We might as well get married if you're going to make me live with you 'forever'."
"You read my mind," he stated with so much confidence that it made you pause. Nevertheless, you continued to along with it, seeing where the conversation would end up and see if he was joking or not.
"Only if you don't steal my food again."
"I'll be making a lot of promises, but that's one I can't make."
"Then, I'm not marrying you," you retorted, lightly flicking his forehead, which made him whine.
"Well, I can change your mind in a couple years because we still have a lot to do."
"Like what?"
A little smirk tugged at his lips as he peeked his eyes open to look up at you. Without a word, he stood up and stretched before he leaned down to be eye level with you, lips hovering over yours. "Like... sharing a kiss, for example."
Even though your heart was thumping against your chest, you gave him a smirk in return, replying in a whisper, "We can easily get that out of the way."
His smirk slowly faded into an expression of surprise as he realised the position you got yourselves into, mouth parted as he simply gazed at you, searching for approval in your (E/C) hues. Once he found it, he tucked some locks behind your ear, fingers lingering on your cheek, tracing down to your chin to tilt your head up towards him. His other hand rested on the side of your neck, a gentle grip on your skin.
He watched your delicate eyelashes flutter as you lidded your eyes, anticipating the sensation of his lips against yours. And it happened, his lips finding yours in a slow, soft kiss, like he was afraid to hurt you. And honestly, he was. He's seen you come home, heartbroken because of a guy that treated you wrong. So, he hoped he was able to change that, he knew you well after living with you for a year and a half, so he knew how to treat you right.
Connie parted from you, his heart racing. It was something he's wanted to do for a while, he couldn't believe it finally happened. It felt so soft and delicate-- you are so soft and delicate. Yet, it also felt like a fire ignited within him, a fire that burned with love and passion. Just for you.
"... Does this mean we're one step closer to getting married?" he joked, breaking the silence that he knew you felt awkward in. You rolled your eyes and laughed in response, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
"Maybe. We'll see how it goes because it's way too soon to think about marriage when we haven't even been on a date. But before that, give me another kiss."
He grinned, happily complying with your request. He would wait however long he has to to be able to marry you. For now, he'd take his time, treating you better than anyone else ever did, hoping to have you forever.
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connie with a shy gf ?
“LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, YA LOOKIN’?”
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“how come you never look at me when we fuck?” the question from your boyfriend has you choking on your tea, you whack your fist against your chest as your body heaves with coughs.
“c-connie! you can’t just say stuff like that.” you tell him, placing your tea cup down as you place your hands against your brown cheeks, flushing with heat from embarrassment.
“why not? it’s just me and my pretty girl talking. plus, it’s true. you always close your eyes when i fuck your-” your hands go to his mouth, covering it before he can say the next words to his sentence. it’s like he has no filter sometimes.
“connie springer!” you shriek, laughing when his tongue darts out to lick your hand. his arms wrap around your waist, pushing you down onto the couch beneath you.
he buries his face into your neck, taking a long breath to smell the sweet perfume you always have on. his warm breath tickles your neck, making your eyes flutter closed. it feels so good, even though it shouldn’t.
“m’ serious. m’ not gonna keep fucking you if you won’t look at me. i wanna see those pretty eyes.” he mutters into your neck, making you pout. he sits up, pulling you into his lap with a satisfied smile, as if it’s the best idea he’s ever had.
“but connie—” you about to whine at the unfairness of his words, interrupted only when your boyfriend pulls you in for a quick kiss on your lips.
“no buts,” he says and just like that, his arms are at his sides and he walking into the kitchen leaving you feeling lonely from the lack of his touch.
he stays true to word too, as hard as it is for him. he knows that you’re shy, it’s something he loves about you. but the boy wants to see how far he can push you with this, kind of like a little experiment if you will.
“want my fingers now pretty?” your boyfriend breathe onto your lips, fingers playing with the bands of your underwear. you bite down on your lower lip, nodding quickly.
“tell me,” he urges, making your eyes widen. he never asked you to do that before, knowing just how shy you get when he says the word “pussy” .. so why is he torturing you like this??
“con..” you timidly whine, rutting your hips up against his fingers. he shakes his head, laying another light kiss on your lips in an effort to tease you. and it fucking works of course, having you silently begging him with those teary brown eyes.
“guess you don’t want em’ that much then.” he sighs, hands going to your thighs to caress the skin gently. you can’t deal with all these light little teasing touches .. it’s too much.
“please connie. i want .. y-your fingers.” you literally have to muster up all the courage in your body to say the words, face growing embarrassingly hot from the dirty things you’d just said for him, to him.
the boy coos at your effort and you’re immediately rewarded with him pushing your panties to the side. you let out a small whimper when his fingers gently slide up your cunt, collecting all that pretty slick you had for him.
“one or two?” he asks, making your pussy flutter. you manage to whisper a quiet “two” into the air, earning a smirk from your boyfriend.
“slut.” he smugly murmurs, making your eyes close. the name has your heart racing and your body trembling with pleasure. you secretly love it when he calls you that.
“don’t call me-” your boyfriend interrupts your words with another hot kiss, gently pushing two fingers into your pussy. your eyes squeeze shut as your pussy clenches around his thick fingers. even though he’s going slow, his digits are still slightly stretching you out. it hurts, yet it feels so good.
god, you are a slut.
connie’s lips don’t stop moving against yours, kissing you quite passionately as he curls his fingers .. pressing against that spot. the spot that he knows has your pretty little cunt fluttering around his fingers, getting his digits all wet with your cum.
you hands clutch onto his shirt, hard. connie chuckles when he feels your hips rise .. needy pussy humping his fingers as you let out small little whimpers.
then, he notices how tightly your eyes are squeezed shut.
you’re having an amazing time it seems, eyes closed as breathy whimpers leave your lips. until it’s all snatched out from you by connie removing his fingers.
your eyes shoot open and you see your boyfriend frowning at you. he licks his fingers clean before pulling your panties back up your legs. you shake your head, gripping onto him as your about ready to cry.
why? what did you do?
“connie?” his name comes out as a question, and it’s actually cute how confused you look right now.
“said i wouldn’t fuck you if you don’t look at me. i’m gonna go make us some dinner.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, seemingly as if nothing had happened.
“but connie—” you’re about to whine again, before you’re cut off with a yell from your boyfriend as he runs down the hall.
“no buts!”
this goes on for quite some time. and boy do you try hard every time you and connie get intimate to keep your eyes open. but he makes it so hard. the way he uses his fingers, his tongue, even the way fucking his hips move .. you can’t do anything but shut your eyes as you succumb to the pleasure. how could you not??
“you gonna look at me this time?” connie asks, sliding your pink panties off your legs. you suck in a breath to prepare yourself.
you can do this. you’ve had weeks of practice and edging from him. you can do this.
“m’ gonna try,” you say weakly, fingers digging into the bedsheets beneath you as connie’s lips travel lower and lower down your body with teasingly gentle kisses.
“we’ll see,” he hums, gripping your legs. your heart picks up as he folds them, letting out a groan as he exposes your slicked up cunt to him. fucking gorgeous as always.
his lips gently lay on your clit, rousing a little moan from you. your boyfriend’s tongue swiftly darts out, swiping at your clit now. your toes begin to curl, and fuck .. are you clenching around his tongue already?? he’s literally just started.
“connie..” you whimper, eyes tearing up as he begins to add a finger, scissoring it in and out of you slowly. it feels good, so good. all those weeks of edging and being left hanging have your abdomen already clenching clenching so hard.
your eyes threaten to flutter closed, but you catch it .. eyes shooting open. there was no way you were ruining this for yourself.
“y’ so wet for me pretty. maybe i should edge y’ more often.” your boyfriend smirks, pushing a second thick finger through your slick folds. he gently slides it in slowly before curling it and pressing it against that spot. your pussy clenches around him tightly, and you let out a beautiful moan.
his eyes go to yours, checking to see if your eyes are closed and connie feels his dick jump when he’s sees your pleasure-filled eyes on his. your brown lids are barely even open, but your eyes fight it .. fight to keep them trained on your boyfriend.
connie’s cheeks grow a little warm when he realizes that you did listen to him. that you are doing this because you want to make him happy. and the fact has his cock throbbing in his black pants.
he should really edge you more often.
you let out an unsatisfied groan when connie’s fingers slide out of your pussy. mistakenly you think he’s about to edge you again and can’t help but pout. you were so close ..
“none of that, you little brat. hold your legs up.” he instructs, and your eyes widen when you realize what’s about to happen.
you have never held you legs up faster in your entire life.
connie’s eyes stay on yours as he unzips his pants. he slowly pulls them down, and you close your eyes when you feel the bed shift from his weight.
fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.
“eyes open,” connie gently commands you, and your eyes shoot open at his tone. you place your arms around connie’s neck as he presses his weight down onto you, he’s so warm and heavy .. and fuck .. you’re dripping onto the sheets now.
“breathe in baby, breathe in with me.” connie instructs with a raspy tone, rubbing his tip against your clit which was practically dripping from his previous teasing. he taps the sticky head of his cock against your pussy once! twice! before gently pressing it through your tight ring of muscles.
“1 .., 2…,” you grip his shoulders as his cock gently slides into your cunt, making the both of you moan when he holds your legs down to completely bottom out.
“oh, fuck.” your boyfriend moans, eyes hardening as he relishes in the way your spongey walls clamp around him tightly. connie can’t help the slight jerk! of his hips from the pleasure, and he really can’t help it when his eyes flutter closed quickly.
you feel so much wetter than usual.
“let me see your fucking eyes y/n.” at his words you look up at your boyfriend, no longer covering your face into his shoulder. his eyes are stony and angry, very different from the sappy smile that he usually had when he fucked you. you clutch onto his shoulders as his thrusts begin to get harsher, gently shaking the bed from the force of each snap of his hips.
“y’ don’t like lookin’ at me?” he asks, voice growing angrier as his hips thrust up angrily, now absolutely bullying the head of his tip into your cervix. your back arches of the bed from the increase of power from your boyfriends thrusts, your lips fall open in a silent scream as the pleasure hit you like a truck.
connie’s hands grip your thighs, pushing them down, down into the bed to the point where it starts to burn slightly .. giving you the fuck of your life as he plunges his cock into your slick cunt faster.
“connie i-”
“m’ i not your boyfriend?” his voice is full of anger now, eyes trained on your cunt as he fucks you with quick plat! plat! sounds.
“y-yes!” you whimper, eyes closing again. connie’s nails painfully dig into the skin of your hips as he fucks you now with brutal, short thrusts, the head of his cock knocking the breath out of you as it hits your cervix.
“then fuckin” THRUST! your breath becomes short and choppy as he gives you a brutal snaps of his hips. your pretty features scrunch up as your abdomen clenches again, harder this time.
“look” another THRUST! and your brown eyes go crossed, pussy fluttering wildly around the thick cock mercilessly penetrating your slick walls with each quick snap of connie’s hips.
“at” another THRUST! has your nipples tightening in the hot air mixed with the sweat and heat of your bodies, your body feels hot and tight as connie gives you another hard snap of his hips, hands roughly pushing your legs open as wide as they’ll go to fit his cock in as tight in that sloppy cunt as possible.
“me!” THRUST! you don’t even hear the last part as your pussy constricts, squirtings clear liquid all over your boyfriends cock, and yet, his hips don’t stop. connie lets go of your legs, opting to push your hands down onto the bed as he fucks your sensitive cunt into overstimulation.
the sounds your pussy makes have your head spinning as you body heats up. you can hear how wet you are now, and you’re so fucked out it’s no longer even embarrassing.
connie wishes he could take a mental picture of you right now. brown eyes welling up with tears of pleasure as you look up at him, unable to move as his hips increase in their pace snap, snapping! up and down to fuck into you. your brown nipples are hard, practically begging for attention as he holds your hands down, cock fucking into your tight walls relentlessly.
“shit, m gonna cum..” connie groans, eyes becoming low lidded as he feels his abdomen clench tightly. he could only hold out so long, and he had also been edging himself with you as well. your cunt flutters around his again, flexing as it clenches tightly, drawing a quiet whine from your boyfriend.
you have never been more happy that connie made you keep your eyes open during sex .. because he looks godly right now.
his hazel eyes are trying not to close as his pace stutters. his thrusts become sloppy, as his eyes close. sweat drips down fro his forehead, breaths coming out harsh and uneven from the stimulation. he’s never looked hotter before.
“cum connie. f-fucking cum in your pussy. make it yours,” the soft utterance of your words shock him to the core. he goes rigid, hands gripping your wrist down onto the bed as he cums the hardest he ever has in his fucking life. you whine as you feel his thick cum fill your pussy up, so much so that some seeps out of your stuffed cunt onto the bed.
“fuck .. sorry, baby. was i too rough pretty girl?” connie asks, concern lacing his voice as his hands gently caress your wrists now. you shake your head with a smile, pulling your boyfriend down to your chest.
once you two take a shower and get the sheets cleaned up, you and connie opt for a cuddle under a movie in your room.
“hey, i forgot to ask,” your boyfriends speaks, interrupting the movies big action scene. you look over to him in confusion, as he gives you that sappy smile you love.
“where did you learn to talk dirty?” he asks, making your eyes widen. your brain flashes back to the things you said when you were drunk off of pleasure, and you turn away from connie with a groan.
“let’s just pretend that never happened!” you say, turning the volume up on the tv. connie takes the remote from you as he turns the volume down.
“tell me.” he urges, a playful smile on his handsome face. you roll your eyes and lean in, cupping your hand as if you’re about to whisper in his ear.
“not telling!” you sing softly, settling back down. connie lets out a childish whine at your teasing and he pouts like a child.
“but—” he begins to speak, but you cut him off with a quick peck to his lips.
“no buts,” you tell him, turning back to the movie.
PASSENGER PRINCESS - connie springer x black!reader
summary: your... best friend takes you on your weekly late nights drives. but, this night is different: both of you are aware of the tension between y'all even though neither of you address it- until tonight. warnings: marijuana usage, best friends to lovers, eventual smut, yk car sex, french kissing
you just had got off work, and today really wore you out. it was the usual: your manager was getting on your nerves, there was this lady who tried to argue with you over the counter, and you had to train probably the most incompetent teen who had just got hired. all you knew is you need a blunt and a nap.
as you're laying on your bed ready to kick your clothes off, your phone buzzes. a text from connie, probably the only person you have patience for right now. it reads 'you home?' to which he knows you are, he found out when you get off work (because he listens, of course. totally didn't do his own research before you even told him directly). the minute you text back he's calling your phone, and you roll your eyes a bit 'cause you already know he wants to bother you now.
"hello, sir?" you can hear him smack his lips.
"man, you not even tired! i'm 'bout to head out anyway, just wanted to see what you was doin' right now."
"what, you trynna pick me up?"
"don't ask dumbass questions, you want me to pull up or not?"
you smile to yourself, and get up to change out your work clothes. "mmm... yea. c'mon."
"bet." *click*
soon enough, you see his car pull up from your apartment window and make your way out the door. as you walk down the stairs, you can't help but grin to yourself. no matter how bad of a mood you're in you would never miss an opportunity to chill with his fine as- you mean, the only tolerable dude you know.
you open the car door, the smell of weed hitting your nose. "yooo!" connie greets you with a smile, and a wood in hand. he already had started to roll up before you even made it to the car.
"nigga, what did i tell you 'bout smoking outside here?! if i get in trouble, it is not gonna be my fault!"
"you'on wanna hotbox?" he asks obviously, making you roll your eyes as you buckle in your seatbelt.
he starts the car up and places one hand on the wheel, ready to find an empty parking lot. he notices how you stare outside the window, hand resting on your cheek. "work piss you off?" you simply reply with, "why?" and he says "you not talkin' like usual and actin' all bothered."
he was right, work did piss you off. but for some reason, he was making you especially nervous today. "ion know, just my manager was on dick today. and i had to train this lil' boy he was pissing me off too. i know he a kid but damn, this why i ain't wanna be a trainer in the first place. i already work overtime most of the week i don't be having the energy for that shit, y'know? he keep giving me all these things to do like my schedule not already tight and i'm busting my ass just to still not get promoted yet." it was nice to get stuff of your chest like this because it really calmed you down. better yet, he knew how to calm you down. he knows how to listen while making sure you're still having a good time.
he eventually pulls up to a gas station. "well, don't let that shit bother you. you probably gon get promoted anyway cause you actually do your job. besides, if that don't happen, i been telling you to quit anyway." getting out the car, he pulls his hoodie over his head and comes to open your car door. "now c'mon." "i don't want noth-"
"i said c'mon, mama, i'm getting you snacks! and i want some too i'm not leavin' you in here."
having no argument, you get out and walk with him inside. since it is late, you're the only ones in there and there's only one cashier in sight. the mid aged lady smiles at the two of you as she notices the door bell ring. you both grab a drink of choice from the freezer and make your way to the counter. he sees your eyes dart to a bag of chips, and he picks it up to place it down before you grab his hand. "you don't have to, con." he ignores you, sliding it to the cashier to scan. "oh, stop it, you act like i haven't payed for your hair before."
"your total is $12.59"
he pulls a 20 out his pocket, handing it to her a taking his change. as you both leave, she says "by the way, you two are such an adorable couple!" but, before you can correct her, connie replies
"thank you, ma'am!"
now, you're both sat in the car laughing at the interaction that just happened. "thank you? for real?" you say through giggling. connie simply shrugs, "i ain't wanna make her feel bad!" in your mind, you began to question his response still. why didn't he say no? "i mean shit, you don't look bad so." he stops, furrowing his eyebrows and side eyeing you. "oh, if i was ugly you woulda had a issue?" you look to the side as he pretends to start to be offended. "well, yeah duh." he laughs in response, you following after. "alright, dude."
eventually, he pulls into a random parking lot. you see a bench and a sign, so you assume this is just some park in the area. luckily, no one's here anyway. connie's hand finds the back of your headboard as backs up into a spot. "found this spot like yesterday, nobody really around at night. plus it's chill, i wanna talk to you and ion wanna be bothered seeing other people around."
you can't help but focus on his jawline as he looks back, barely paying attention to the words coming out his mouth. "you even listenin' to me?" he snaps you back into reality. you turn back in your seat as you smack your lips and he chuckles, settling back into his seat. he picks up from where he started, rolling a blunt for the both of you. once he finishes he pulls out a lighter from his glove department, bringing it to his mouth. your eyes pay good attention to his eyes glancing down at the wood, his fingers, his mouth as he inhales, and the way he looks at you after he puffs out smoke.. god he looked fine.
"damn, you gon' take it?" he asks before you even get the chance to zone out completely. you mutter "my fault" before taking it and bringing it to your own mouth. now, its his turn to examine your movements. you don't even notice him eyeing you: the way your acrylics look as you hold it, your makeup still looking nice after a full day of work, your closed lids, the way you're slightly titling your head back... fine as fuck he thinks to himself. he takes off his hoodie as his body warms up. when you look back at him, you see his toned arms in the moonlight and your face begins to heat up. "you feel better, ma?" you nod in response, attempting to contain yourself. however, he can't help but examine you and you begin to notice. "so, what you wanna talk abt?"
he uncharacteristically fiddles with his thumb and looks down. "well shit..." you take another hit, still making eye contact with him. "after that thing just happened it kind of reminded me even more," he takes a pause. he puts his hand out, and you pass the blunt to him before he continues. he brings it to his lips, slowly inhaling. then as he exhales,
"what if we was a couple?"
you take a second, nearly being took out your high that barely started coming over you. "oh.. uhm-"
"not like that, just what if, y'know?" he quickly interjects to save himself from possible rejection. "yeah of course....well, ion know like i said you not ugly." you end up shrugging. sure, you guys are friends, but it would be a complete lie to say you haven't thought about it yourself. you had just never planned on voicing it. "well, what do that mean?"
"i don't know, you not ugly. if we talking hypothetically you my type i guess." you explain, avoiding saying how you actually feel. "i guess is crazyyy." he leans back in his seat, throwing one of arms behind his head as he takes another hit. "so, i'm yo type?"
you feel yourself start to smile. "now what do you mean, sir?" he simply laughs. "i think you pretty too, y/n." his statement catches you offguard, and you find yourself speechless. he only laughs more and looks straight at you, now half-lidded with red hued eyes. "you ain't notice me starin' at you for how many times you been in my car? and you the only girl i really be having in my car, you basically my passenger princess."
the name passenger princess makes you feel warm in a place that you are not willing to acknowledge. "...well, i been starin' at you too. surprised you ain't notice" he's quiet for a second, then looks down at his lap with a smirk. "i did." you smack his arm and he's now in a fit of laughter as he relishes in your embarrassment. after a minute, he smiles at his eyes cant help but focus on your lips. "what?"
he takes a minute to think over the choices he's about to make. and after some thinking, he comes to a conclusion. "...c'mere, mama."
you stare at him for a second, questioning if this is a good idea. but, the way his arms look after removing his hoodie and the way he's manspreading is definitely blinding your judgement. so, you find yourself climbing in his lap just slightly raised up enough so you're not actually sitting on him. but, his hand wraps around your waist and makes you sit down. "aw c'mon, why you bein so shy? it's just me." and he's right. this isn't even the first time you've been this close to him or sat on his lap. your friendship has very little... boundaries. or better yet, you two have a closer platonic relationship than others.
he stares back at you as he raises the blunt in his hand to your lips. you take a hit, blowing smoke directly in his face. you both smile and laugh softly, connie biting his bottom lip. "you so goddamn fine, i swear."
all you respond with a soft giggle as you lean closer into his chest. he wraps an arm around your shoulders and holds eye contact. finally, you both slowly lean in, closing the distance between your faces. his lips instantly catch yours and set a steady pace. he tastes like soda and indica, but right now that is so delicious to you. subconsciously, you slowly move your hips on his laps in rhythm with the movement of your lips on his. he lowly grunts and pulls away. "woah, what you trynna do?" he mumbles, eyeing your body on top of his. "shit, i been holding in a lot, con... i'm on what you on."
his eyes find your thighs, then comes back up to your red, lazy eyes. "you sure, ma?" you bite your lip, "yeah... you want to?" a soft chuckle leaves his lips and he leans back in, centimeters away from your lips. "i been wantin' to do so much to you, y/n, i wanna make you mine.."
his lips crash onto yours and his hands immediately find your ass, massaging the plush skin hidden by your leggings. your tongue finds it way into his mouth and he matches you, tongues dancing with each other. you can feel his boner from under you, and you hope he can't feel you throbbing on top of him. he pulls away again, and tugs at the hem of your leggings.
"can i move these, baby?" he asks. you nod, and he pulls them down to your knees. you shimmy them off knowing you're better off without them restricting your ankles. in return, he scoots you back and he unzips his pants, pulling them down to reveal his stiff hard dick under his boxers. nearly drooling, you eagerly move back up and kiss him again. you grind your hips on his lap once more, moaning into his lips at the feeling. his hand go to guide you and kneed on your ass. he groans into the kiss, you making him harder than he already was.
then, you pull away. he takes a second to look down and notices the wet spot forming on his boxers. he smirks to himself, "damn, baby you that wet?" you look away, still grinding on him. he laughs to himself at your reaction then slides his hand down, pulling your underwear to the side. this thumb finds your clit and you gasp at the sudden contact. he rubs slowly, eyes glued down. he pays attentions to the way your hips begin to buck upward at his touch. then, he slowly slides two fingers into your entrance. "o-oh fuck-!" you moan out. looking back up to you, he licks his lips and focuses on you. "like that, mama?"
you hum in response, eyes closing with pleasure. grinning, he curls his fingers and earns a louder moan sliding out your lips like butter. the sound of you and your wetness as he plays with you is music to his ears. "c-connie..." as you moan out for him, he perks up teasingly. "hm, baby?" you open your mouth to speak, and cut yourself off with another moan. "i- fuck.. i need you"
"need what, babygirl?"
you whine, knowing he's making you say it. "..need you t' fuck me, bae.."
with that, he slips his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and keeping eye contact as he licks them clean. while he does this he lets you pull him out his boxers, dick springing out. you already had a feeling, but he's big. you stroke him slowly, taking notice of how he squirmed in your touch. "fuck, y/n.." his hips buck upward and his lids close for a second, slightly throwing his head back. you end up throwing off your underwear, leaving you in only your hoodie you left the house in.
"take yo time, okay?" he says softly as you lift up. you nod, and finally begin to sink down onto him. he bites his lips as he feels your slick coating him as you slide his dick into you. your hands grip his shoulders as you sit all the way down, feeling every inch of him. you both moan at the feeling. after a few seconds, you start moving up and down on him. your head falls into the crook of his neck, moaning onto his skin and sending chills down his spine. "f-fuck...baby.."
his hands find your hips, following your movements. "damn baby, just like that.. ride that shit.." you pick up the pace and your grip on him tightens. he now goes to grips your ass, helping move you up and down on all his length. "fuck-! 's so big.." you're whining and moaning into his shoulder, working yourself on him.
connie starts to move his hips in unison with you. "yeah, you like that shit? he starts grinning, looking at your face buried into him. "mhm.. love this dick.." your slick is staining his boxers even more as it drips down while you coat his dick in arousal. "i know, mama, this pussy takin' me so well... you wet f' me." he smacks your ass, earning a small gasp out of you. "look at me, ma."
you lift your head and he smiles at you, admiring your current state. "sexy as fuck.." he moves to massage your hips before pecking your lips. "love you, princess." your heart flutters, as well as your pussy, and your lips form a small smile. "love you, pa" you circle your hips on him and he hums with satisfaction, curses falling out his mouth. "yeah, just like that.. so fuckin' good.."
you ride him with intent, doing it like you had always did in your fantasies. "you feel so good.." you moan, your hole gripping him tighter. "fuck.. i know, ma, i know. takin' this dick so well."
a knot begins to form in your stomach and your eyes squint again as you look back at him. "baby, 'm gonna cum.." you moan, now moving up and down faster. in response, he begins fucking up into you at the same pace.
"mhm c'mon, nut all on this dick." your moans grow in volume and you become putty in his hands. "fuckfuckfuck!" you cry out as your eyes close shut, and you're slamming your ass down on him as you chase your high. he moans as he watches you, holding you tighter. "yeah, there you go mama..." soon, you begin writhing on him as you cream on top of him, painting his dick white. you can feel the strings of your own cum as he continues to thrust into you, reaching his own orgasm. "c-connie! fuck!"
"'m close baby, 'm close, i know." his breathes are frantic and his head is thrown back. "holy fuck, baby.. shit-!" he pulls out as he jerks himself, releasing himself on your ass. you both lay on each other, out of breath as you come down. he looks at you, a smile growing on his face. "don't you go fuckin' somebody else like that, you mine now."
you smile back tiredly, leaning in to kiss him. this kiss is slow, and loving. you pull away, "and you mine."
© rumisgf
⌗︙・breeding kink with connie ⸜⸜・
connie is a sex obssesed freak, that's why you become concerned when he fucks you gentle.
"fuck con," you moan, your back arching from the bed, "this is new."
your boyfriend is rough and he likes to see you cry and bounce on his cock. even when he swears he's being gentle, you end up with filled puppy and unable to speak from the screaming.
that's why it's so weird when he sinks into your pussy today. he's slow with his thrusts and he takes his time to explore every inch of your pussy. he has you moaning in seconds, but this time because of the passion.
"don't think I haven't noticed." he says, locking his hands in yours. he drags his cock up your walls and you choke on your moans. you're confused, he wouldn't be possibly talking about....?
"you're off birth control." he says seriously. how could he notice? few weeks ago, you were finally sure that you want to spend the rest of your life with connie, that's why you decided to get off birth control and start trying for a baby. you haven't told connie yet, but you knew he would be happy.
"maybe if im sweet, i will get you pregnant faster." you moan at his words, feeling extremely close to your orgasm.
"im gonna breed this pussy until i have 4 mini me's running around." you cum in that moment. connie and you both had raging breeding kink, but it's different now.
"that's all it took you to cum?" he laughs at you, "come on, im gonna give it to you."
spurts of his cum fill you pussy and paint your insides. your back arches at the thought of being so full. he pumps his cum deep into your womb, the motivation to get you pregnant, driving him forward.
"good girl. don't ever go on birth control again. i have so much more to give you."
hey, what's your major again?
summary: my credible expert opinion on what the aot characters would study in university. what are my qualifications? the dozens of hours i’ve spent staring at my school’s program bulletin trying to figure out what i’m majoring in
genre | includes: headcanons, sfw, minor language, uninformed percy jackson reference (pls don't hate me if im wrong)
characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, sasha braus, jean kirschtein, connie springer, historia reiss, ymir, reiner braun, annie leonhardt
author’s note: had this in my drafts for months now. i just need to post it so it stops haunting me. might do the rest of the marleyans and vets in the future! lmk your thoughts, my only tumblr notifications are from p*rn bots, so i'd love to hear from real people lol. enjoy <3
eren: sociology and public policy, 4+1 program for a social work masters
there’s only so many times you can hear “you’re gonna be a doctor just like your dad” before you start to believe it. that’s why eren started out with biology on the premed track. the thing is, he really didn’t care for it. eren is really passionate about lessening equity gaps and is a firm believer in “if you want something done right, do it yourself”. this is why i see him making the switch to a double major in public policy and sociology. he wants to know about how society got to the point of perpetuating disparities so that he can fix them. but he also knows that the government fucking sucks and thinks its naive to expect policy change to be the only method of change. and like the maniac he is, eren is enrolled in a 4+1 program so he can get his master’s in social work when he’s done with his undergrad. he’s determined to graduate with both degrees in just 4 years though. rip his summers.
armin: international relations and military ethics, minor in communications or smth
everyone always says armin would study marine biology or oceanographic studies, but i honestly think that it’s a passion that he pursues on the side. he takes marine bio courses for his breadth requirements, but knows he’d end up hating the ocean if he spent the rest of his life studying it. he also strikes me as someone who would rather run buck naked into traffic than sit through multiple semesters of organic chemistry. armin was always a good public speaker, though, despite being a bit insecure. that’s why his speech and debate teacher during sophomore year of high school recommended model united nations to him. he was hooked after his first conference and now genuinely sees the path of international diplomacy as his calling. that’s why he’s majoring in international relations. his concentration in military ethics is something he tacks on in his junior year after taking some courses and publishing research with dr. erwin smith. he probably minors in communications because he can.
mikasa: forensic science
mikasa had no idea what she wanted to do when she started uni. she’s good at nearly everything. like never gotten a B in her life and is the student who the curve is based off of. but excelling in every environment you’re put in often means you don’t know what you’re best at. she knew deep down that she wanted to do something justice related like her childhood best friends did, but she’s no public speaker and has no interest in political reform. she was, however, emo in high school and heard a fair share of undertaker jokes at her expense. it wouldn’t hurt to look into right? as cool as the title sounds, morticians don’t make enough money for the job they have. fortunately enough, forensic pathologists do and mikasa looks good in a lab coat. she would never admit it to spare armin and eren’s feelings, but when they, as children, recreated the crime-solving shows mrs. jaeger always had on, mikasa always wanted to be the brains. so criminology and forensic science it is. (side note: she definitely joins the military and they pay for her education)
jean: structural engineering and industrial design with a minor in studio art
more than anything, jean wants to provide for his mom and knows he can’t guarantee a retirement of luxury for her as the freelance artist he wishes he could be. he’s decent at math when he tries and doesn’t hate physics, so he decided he’d give structural engineering a try for at least a semester or two. he wasn’t expecting to get much from it, to be honest. he had a plethora of backup plans waiting for his supposedly inevitable distaste for engineering, but he found that he didn’t hate it at all. someone once told jean that he had the makings of a great leader and he didn’t believe them until he started taking the lead on design projects and producing incredible results. his only qualm is that he just doesn’t get to be as creative as he wanted to be. that was easily rectified by an additional major in industrial design and a minor in studio art. he’s unbelievably busy, busier than he anticipated when he started his post-secondary journey, but he’s content and there’s nothing some extra coffee can’t solve.
sasha: environmental science and sustainability
sasha spent her childhood ankle-deep in mud and fighting her way through forest thickets without a compass. an upbringing like that doesn’t leave your spirit, no matter how far into the city you go for school. so sasha’s always been passively passionate about the environment. that passiveness became significantly more prominent when part of the woods she grew up in was cleared out to build an industrial complex. it was then that she started researching and writing petitions about preserving wildlife and making environmentally conscious decisions. her work actually got her the scholarship she’s on (because god knows it wasn’t her grades). and she genuinely loves what she does, so why wouldn’t she keep learning about it? the environmental science and sustainability program at the school is small, but tight-knit and known for churning out changemakers. sasha knows she’ll be one of them one day. just hide your plastic straws from her, okay?
connie: computer science and chinese
stick with me here okay? everyone expects connie to be a douchebag marketing major whose hardest assignments are graphing functions and making posters on photoshop, but he’s a lot more invested in his education than he looks. don’t get me wrong, connie has always struggled academically, but that’s because so much of early education is pre-determined. he performed way better when he could choose what courses he took. it’s kind of like percy jackson being dyslexic in english because he was wired to read in greek. connie can’t keep his eyes on a history textbook for shit, but will gladly sit in front of the c++ code on his pc for hours. he doesn’t even get mad when he realizes that he was missing a semicolon. connie loves how versatile of a future he could have with a compsci degree, because, let’s be real, he could never survive in a typical office environment. definitely takes a bunch of chinese classes and doesn’t realize that he has enough credits for it to be a minor until his second to last semester.
historia: political science with a minor in international relations and child development
historia is a lot like eren in the sense that she knows her time is best spent doing hands-on work in the fields she cares about. she realizes this sometime after reconnecting with her estranged father and volunteering at the orphanage she grew up in. but now that she’s publicly associated with a powerful political figure, historia doesn’t get to do what she wants, only what is expected of her. that’s how she ends up on the pre-law political science and public policy route. the nickname “ms. president” that connie and sasha give her only further reminds her that she’s heading down a path she never wanted for herself. after lots of encouragement from ymir, historia decided to take child development courses on the side. even if she doesn’t take on the full minor, she’s taking some classes she cares about. maybe she’ll find use for it someday. at the very least, it’s her first step in becoming the most selfish girl in the world.
ymir: data science and business management
ymir is smart. much smarter than she presents herself to be, almost as a form of protection. nobody expects much of someone who is aloof, so it makes it easy to slip through the cracks to remain safe and comfortable in the shadows. business management is notoriously low commitment and easy to skate by with. guaranteed internships, post-graduate employment, and so on. To anyone who doesn’t know ymir well, it’s perfect. but they have her mistaken, ymir will do as little as possible to go as far as possible. sure, she can live comfortably with a business degree, but it could be better with a little bit of data science in her arsenal. she’s intelligent enough to pick up on it, and determined enough to make it her bitch. yeah, academia is a money-sucking pipeline into the capitalist hellscape, she doesn’t believe in it yada yada, but at the end of the day, ymir’s gonna get the bag. so what if she’s gotta sleep through some stats classes to get it?
reiner: behavioral economics
reiner’s mother had convinced him his whole life that getting a high paying job would fix their lives and bring his father back. believing “perfect grades lead to a perfect life” made high school tough for reiner; gifted kid burnout is no joke. it really messed him up. he wasn’t sure if he could withstand the pressures of university, but here he is. reiner was never allowed a therapist, so he figured pursuing psychology would, at the very least, give him some answers and be a good pathway to a medical degree. he loved getting to understand how people work and why they act the way they do, but something was missing. he found out what it was when a guest lecturer spoke in his economics class. he knew making the switch would be risky, it’s a new field and his current career options are really only research, academia, or government, but the interdisciplinary study of behavioral economics is calling reiner’s name.
annie: biomedical engineering and kinesiology
annie’s entire life revolved around her father, including the injury he was never able to heal from. the one she gave him. he’s claimed to be over it, she’s forgiven, but annie will never feel like she’s earned that forgiveness until she gets rid of the problem entirely. how is she going to do that exactly? with biomedical engineering. she has years of hell in front of her, especially with her concentration on biomechanics, but she doesn’t care. annie will throw herself into her work to get the results she wants. she takes the highest amount of credits possible every semester so she can graduate early. you’ll most likely find her chained to a study cubicle at the library at all hours of the day and running on 2 hours of sleep, but it doesn’t faze her. she tacks on a minor in kinesiology because it makes sense and she had most of the credits for it anyway. and as if it couldn’t get worse, she probably TAs for a thermodynamics course or something crazy like that.
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AOT Characters x Reader:
They get sent the text, "Lemme Hit "
Featuring: Connie, Jean, Sasha, Levi, Armin, Eren, Reiner, Hange, and Mikasa
✨ What the AOT Characters like from Starbucks ✨
Attack on Titan x reader...kind of?
Featuring: Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Sasha, Connie, Hange, Levi, Reiner, Historia and (kind of) Ymir
CONNIE’S “man fuck that kid” IM ROLLING BYE LMAOOOO THATS HILARIOUS
first date + kiss w/ the aot boys
modern! headcanons my brain requested while trying to fall asleep w/ little college major details i wanted to include hehe, also all these boys are extreme simps so, lol
includes: armin, connie, eren, jean, levi, and reiner
(a/n): pls don’t clown me on connie’s manga panel, could not find a good one for the life of me (◡﹏◡✿)
Armin would definitely be a man of culture, he’d most likely be an anthropology major with some kind of STEM minor! I can totally see him just loving the idea of language development and social issues like gentrification. He just loves educate and involve himself with anything surrounding human behavior and culture.
After some weeks in the same sociology lecture you two share, he would ask you out on a date and for sure be super nervous.
“Hey (Y/N)! Wait up!” he’d say while trying to collect his items, and himself to be honest. “I was thinking, maybe, we could go on a coffee date? Maybe enjoy some evening music this weekend? Only if you want to, obviously!”
“Now why wouldn’t I want to go on a date with you Armin?”
After his shocked expression he invites you to meet up with him at a local coffee shop near the university you two attend. The small shop would be super cozy, fairy lights dangling from one side to the other with dim lighting. There’s plenty of filled bookshelves along with loud sounds of expresso machines but it just has good vibes.
“I usually come here to read and people-watch, I’ve never brought anyone here before,” he’d confess while sitting you down near a window to look at the city street.
“How come?”
“Like to keep this place a secret,” and you can’t help but swoon that he lets you in his little secret.
After the coffee is done with and the macaroons on the table are non-existent, he takes you to a jazz lounge nearby. You two sit near the bar at a small table that was far enough for you two to chatter but close enough to watch the band play. He recounts the time he stumbled in one day because he thought he was at the bar his friends were at but to his surprise, he was greeted with a sly saxophone. He tells you how ever since that day, he has been in love with jazz music.
When the bread pudding is gone along with some white wine, you two decide it’s late. He’s gathering his things and slings his jacket over his shoulder as you two are heading out but the band starts playing their own rendition of ‘These Foolish Things (Remind Me of You)’ and he just has to stop and watch the woman on stage sing.
You can feel yourself have a butterfly brawl in your stomach at just watching how beautiful he looked in the red mood lighting as he sways slowly. He would turn to you and wrap his arm around you.
“This was the song that made me come back the next weekend,” he confesses.
And the mood just feels right! So he leans down to give you a nice kiss, and you two just walk out as soon as the singer finishes her song, hand-in-hand.
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Underneath the cut there are 116 not sfw videos for aot characters. The characters are: porco, jean, eren, armin, bertholdt, reiner, connie, floch, levi, yelena, mikasa, & pieck. All links lead to twitter.
MINORS DNI.
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