#aot men

I want you M/n, I want you bad

Op

A/n: THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST, JUST BECAUSE I'M GOING RIGHT IN THE SMUT. You gon get it good 😮‍💨. And sorry it took me fucking years!!

Warning: Smut everywhere

Eren Yeager

The dim lantern light in the old Survey Corps barracks flickers across Eren’s bare chest as you straddle him on the narrow bunk. His wrists are pinned above his head by one of your hands—more symbolic than necessary, because the second you told him “Don’t move unless I say,” he froze like his life depended on it.

You sink down onto his cock slowly, inch by thick inch, watching his jaw clench and his green eyes darken with raw need. A low, shaky groan escapes him when you finally take him to the hilt.

“Eyes on me, Eren,” you order, voice low and steady. He obeys instantly.

You start with torturously slow rolls of your hips, grinding in deep circles that drag the head of his cock against every spot that makes your breath hitch. Each time he tries to buck up into you, you still completely and squeeze around him hard enough to make him whimper.

“Please…” he rasps, voice breaking. “Let me move. I need—”

“You need what I give you,” you cut him off, leaning forward to bite his collarbone sharply. He arches, but doesn’t thrust. Good boy.

You reward him by picking up the pace—bouncing hard now, slamming down so the bunk creaks under you both. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with his increasingly desperate moans. You reach down and stroke yourself in time with your thrusts, chasing your pleasure shamelessly while he watches, pupils blown wide.

When you feel your first orgasm building, you slow again, grinding deep and clenching rhythmically until you come with a sharp gasp, soaking his cock and thighs. Eren’s trembling beneath you, sweat beading on his forehead, cock throbbing inside you but still not moving.

You lean down, lips brushing his ear. “You can thrust now. Hard. Make me come again.”

He snaps immediately—hips snapping up into you with months of pent-up frustration, driving deep and relentless. You ride the wave, meeting every thrust, until your second climax crashes over you. Only then do you give the final command: “Come inside me. Now.”

He buries himself deep with a broken cry, pulsing hot and thick as he fills you exactly how you demanded.

Levi Ackerman

Levi’s quarters are spotless as always—until you’re done with them.

You have him flat on his back on the crisp white sheets, wrists tied loosely to the headboard with his own black cravat. His gray eyes are sharp, but there’s a flush high on his cheeks that betrays how much he’s already unraveling.

You straddle his hips, dragging the slick head of his cock through your folds teasingly before finally sinking down. The low, guttural sound he makes when you take him fully is worth every second of buildup.

“Move only when I tell you,” you remind him, nails raking lightly down his chest. He nods once, jaw tight.

You ride him slow at first—long, deliberate strokes that let you feel every inch of him dragging inside you. Each time you bottom out, you grind forward, rubbing yourself against his pelvis until your thighs start to shake. Levi’s breathing grows ragged; his abs flex under your palms as he fights the instinct to thrust.

You lean forward, bracing your hands on either side of his head. “Tell me who you belong to tonight.”

“You,” he answers instantly, voice rough. “Only you.”

Satisfied, you sit back up and start bouncing in earnest—fast, punishing drops that make his cock hit deep and perfect. The headboard thumps against the wall in rhythm. You reach down to stroke yourself again, chasing your release while he watches helplessly.

When you come the first time, you clench hard around him and keep riding through it, drawing it out until you’re gasping. Levi’s hips twitch involuntarily, but he catches himself.

“Please,” he finally grits out—the word sounding foreign in his mouth. “Let me fuck you properly.”

You smirk. “Earn it. Beg.”

He does—quiet, controlled, but desperate. You untie one wrist so he can grip your thigh, then give permission. He surges up into you with precise, powerful thrusts that make stars burst behind your eyes. You come again hard, nails digging into his shoulders, before finally letting him follow—spilling deep inside you with a shuddering groan against your neck.

Armin Arlert

The library after hours is silent except for Armin’s soft, stuttering breaths.

You’ve pushed him gently onto the wide reading table, books shoved aside, and climbed on top. His shirt is open, blond hair messy from your fingers, blue eyes wide and dazed as you guide his cock inside you.

He’s already trembling. “You feel—so good—”

You hush him with a kiss, then sit up straight and start moving—slow, deep rolls at first that make him gasp every time you grind down. His hands hover uncertainly until you grab them and place them on your hips.

“Hold still,” you murmur. “Let me use you.”

He nods frantically, gripping but not guiding. You pick up speed gradually, riding him with confident strokes, angling so he hits just right inside you. Every time you clench deliberately, his hips jerk and he whimpers your name like a prayer.

You lean down again, lips against his ear. “You’re going to make me come as many times as I want before you do. Understand?”

“Yes—yes, anything,” he breathes.

You draw out two slow, intense orgasms from yourself like that—grinding and bouncing until you’re shaking, soaking his lap. Only on the third do you speed up desperately, chasing a harder peak while stroking yourself fast.

“Come with me this time,” you order, voice breaking.

He cries out softly as he obeys, thrusting up shallowly into your rhythm and spilling hot inside you while your own climax pulses around him.

After, he pulls you down gently into his arms, still buried deep, whispering breathless praise against your skin.

Jean Kirstein

The stables smell like hay and leather, and Jean’s back is pressed against a stack of bales as you ride him like you own him—which tonight, you do.

You shoved him down minutes ago, yanked his pants open, and sank onto his thick cock without preamble. He groaned loud enough that you clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Quiet,” you hissed. “Or I stop.”

He nodded frantically behind your palm.

Now you’re bouncing hard and fast, thighs burning, using his shoulders for leverage. Every drop makes his cock hit deep and perfect; every grind forward rubs you just right. Jean’s hands are fisted in the hay to keep from grabbing you without permission.

You remove your hand from his mouth. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Fuck—so tight, so good, please don’t stop—” he babbles, voice wrecked.

You slow deliberately to a torturous grind, edging him. He whines, hips twitching.

“Beg properly.”

“Please let me thrust. Please let me make you come. I’ll do anything—”

You smirk and lift up almost all the way off before slamming back down. “Go ahead. Fuck me how I want.”

He snaps—grabbing your hips finally and pounding up into you with raw strength, hitting every spot until you’re gasping and clenching hard. You come first with a sharp cry, and only then do you let him follow—growling your name as he fills you deep and hot.

Reiner Braun

Out beyond the walls, hidden in tall grass, Reiner is flat on his back and completely at your mercy.

His massive frame makes you feel powerful as you straddle him, sinking slowly onto his thick cock until you’re stretched full and breathless. His golden eyes are hazy, hands gripping the ground hard enough to uproot grass.

“Don’t move,” you warn, voice steady despite how good he feels.

He nods, jaw clenched.

You start riding—powerful, dominant strokes that use his size and strength against him. Every bounce makes him groan deep in his chest; every grind makes his cock throb inside you. You take your time, drawing out your pleasure, coming once with a slow, rolling climax that leaves you trembling.

Reiner’s breathing like he’s run a marathon, sweat glistening on his chest.

“Please,” he finally rumbles. “Let me—”

You lean forward, nails digging into his pectorals. “Beg louder.”

He does—voice cracking as he pleads to thrust, to fill you, to be good for you. You grant permission on your third orgasm, riding him hard and fast until he roars and comes deep inside, hips bucking helplessly as you milk every drop.

Erwin Smith

The Commander’s office is dark except for moonlight through the window. Erwin sits in his high-backed chair, shirt unbuttoned, as you straddle his lap and sink down onto him with deliberate slowness.

His large hands settle on your thighs but don’t guide—waiting for orders.

You start moving—precise, controlled rolls at first that make his breath catch. Every circle of your hips drags him against your most sensitive spots; every lift and drop makes him groan low.

“Tell me what you want,” you murmur against his ear.

“To serve you,” he answers immediately, voice deep and steady despite the strain. “However you need.”

You reward him by bouncing faster, harder, the chair creaking under the force. You stroke yourself in time, chasing release shamelessly while he watches with reverent blue eyes.

When you come the first time, you clench hard around him and keep going, drawing it out until he’s gripping your thighs tight enough to bruise.

Only after your second do you lean back, brace your hands on his knees, and give the command: “Fuck me until I say stop.”

He obeys instantly—thrusting up with powerful, measured strokes that hit deep and perfect. You come a third time with his name on your lips before finally letting him spill inside you, holding him buried deep as he pulses and groans against your neck.

eren jaeger, armin arlert, reiner braun, levi ackerman, jean kirschstein, connie springer

warning: nsfw content!!!

eren jaeger 

definitely is a passionate lover

likes to take his time with you when you deserve it

loves praising you and talking you through orgasms

not shy about moaning in your ear

wants you to know you make him feel good 

he likes when you pull his hair as he goes down on you

“harder, baby. shit-”

has to tie his hair back sometimes cause it gets in the way

favorite position is missionary cause he likes your reactions

loves eye contact as he’s pleasuring you 

“no, no- eyes on me… that’s it” 

doesn’t hesitate to discipline you if you’ve been bad 

will switch to dom real quick

chokes you until you feel like you’re floating in and out of consciousness

you’ve entered subspace more times than you can count

likes to bite your thighs and calves while he holds you in a mating press

“god, you feel so good”

breeding kink!!!!!! 

will pump his cum into you over and over just to be sure 

armin arlert

armin is a sweet, caring, seemingly innocent, church boy 

loves to praise you

body worship

“always so pretty, baby”

loves even more when you praise him 

“good boy” will have him whining for you 

kisses you through every stage of intimacy

goes crazy for neck kisses and hickies

holds your hand when he’s on top 

corruption kink 

inexperienced when you met but is now a freak

usually is a sub

always begs for you to make him feel good, making sure to use his manners of course

always wants to please you 

loves hearing you moan when he goes down on you 

can become dominant, but only if you ask him to

mild degradation and humiliation kink during this phase, but only after he confirms it’s okay with you

“is this what you wanted? pathetic…”

always gives you gentle aftercare, whether he’s dom or not

kissing your body when he’s finished 

gives you a lengthy massage on your sore muscles as an apology

“my poor baby, look what you made me do”

levi ackerman 

intense lover 

can pleasure you whether he’s rough or gentle

likes to overstimulate you when he’s in a good mood

gets pleasure from making you feel good

usually holds back his own release as long as he can

coaxes multiple orgasms from you until you’re crying for him

“you can give me one more, can’t you?”

you love to act up because captain levi comes out 

his deep voice immediately puts you in your place

the king of brat taming 

“what did i say, hm?”

he’ll spank you until your skin his red

will pin you down so you’re forced to take what he gives you as he pounds into you 

loves taking control over everything you do

“did i say you could speak?”

likes to cum on your backside, stomach or chest

usually leaves bruises for you to find the next morning

reiner braun 

roughhhhhh

obvious daddy kink

size kink  

he’s so big!!! you’re worried he won’t fit inside you

“make it fit”

favorite position is when you ride him 

he loves feeling how he stretches you out each time 

takes control by grabbing onto your hips and setting his own bruising pace

reiner is obsessed with edging you, loving how you tighten up around him just before you cum 

“uh-uh, hold it”

will torture you by rubbing your overstimulated nub

makes you suck on his thumb

leaves handprints on you when he spanks you 

likes to dig in your guts 

presses down on your stomach so you can feel his bulge from inside

holds your back down to deepen your arch during doggy style

“cum for me, good girl”

always left twitching when reiner is done with you

jean kirschstein

loves face-sitting

wants you to suffocate him with your thighs

hooks his arms around your legs so you aren’t tempted to lift off of him

will get drunk off the taste of you

“one more, just one more. please-mmngff”

can cum from going down on you, and has multiple times

will occasionally reach up and play with your boobs

won’t last long if you tease him too much

wears the hickies you give him on his chest and neck proudly 

likes when you stroke his ego 

“feels good, yeah?”

will bring you into any room and have his way with you 

have snuck in a closet or the commander’s office on several occasions

“shh, someone’ll hear us”

secretly wants someone to catch you in the act one day 

connie springer 

will constantly crack jokes when he’s feeling soft

holds your body close to his at all times

alternates control, not minding if he’s on top or bottom

likes to be blindfolded as you suck him off 

the sensory deprivation makes it feel more intense 

enjoys sloppy head 

will buck up into your throat to reach his high faster

“i’m right there, oh!-”

loves manhandling you 

instead of telling what to do he’ll adjust your body himself

always stretches you out with his fingers first

will make you cum multiple times by his hand

makes you lick off your own arousal 

likes to make fun of you when he’s making you feel good

“what did you say? i didn’t quite catch that…”

makes you ride his thigh when you’re needy 

“i told you to be patient, didn’t i?”

likes to leave hickeys even when you tell him not to 

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Armin: honestly like…one or two? The boy is easy imo, one is for confidence, a potential second to be extra seductive just for the fun of it😭

Jean: literally one, again for confidence, but i would totally do it sober too

Eren: DEPENDS. I feel like the best experience with him would be while totally shitfaced

Connie: bro zero. I’d be drunk on his company.

Levi: oh my god like at least five or six. But hear me out, it’s just to muster up the courage to talk to him/give in

Reiner: not too many? Like three or four? He can have me anytime anywhere

Zeke: omfg I’d be so nervous because I’d want him so bad but he’d have too much aura. 7.

Porco: I’d be so scared man like terrified because again, AURA. I’d wanna be at least borderline drunk. But once the shit starts rolling, I’m gone man, gone, sold

Baseball: not my type soooo like ten???😭

Colt: cutieeee, three

Adult Marcel: two is enough.

Nicolò: hot af literally one

Odd, it isn't like you to sleep past him. What time is it anyway?

Just as you turn again to look at the clock you hear shuffling from the hallway and soon he steps into the doorway of the bedroom.

"Morning!" You say cheerfully, removing the blanket, going to get out of bed.

Apparently that is not the plan though, because with his eyes still closed he makes his way to his side of the bed and falls in with a groan.

He is not a morning person.

You smile and shimmy back into bed, stroking his cheek.

"I just had to use the bathroom." He mumbles, sounding like he never woke up.

"Well now that you're awake, I'll go make you breakfast." You say, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Before you can even turn a strong arm gets hold of you, and you are not going anywhere.

With a tiny laugh you try to pull out of his grip around your body. "Come on now."

He shakes his head and furrows his brow. "No." And his hold tightens.

"No? You don't want breakfast?" You ask softly, kissing his nose playfully.

You don't even get a response, his breathing steadying as he tries to fall back to sleep quickly.

You let out a contented sigh, looking at your lovers relaxed facial features and feeling his body language.

"You can sleep, it's okay, I'll do something else in the meantime until you're ready to get up." You don't mind letting him sleep.

"Just stay." Is his final answer, and with that he tucks you further into his body, assuring you will not be going anywhere.

With a soft chuckle, you don't fight it anymore and snuggle into his chest.

"Okay love, you win." You close your eyes and are soon lulled to sleep by his beating heart.

A tiny smile appears on his lips as you both sleep the morning away.

You both agree that any time you get to spend in each others arms, is something you'd always look forward to.

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