#aot x reader

When he's a golden retriever in public but anything but that in bed

He's always had a personality in the public of oh he's too sweet and charming, the golden retriever, cutie who helps old ladies cross the street, the one who crams his girlfriend's family members names and birthdays, the one who carries all your shopping bags and never let's you lift a finger, who takes you out on dates to celebrate any achievement, who drives you everywhere. He's the perfect text book golden retriever boyfriend in public but in private it's a whole different story

When he has you face down in the bed sheets crying from over stimulation as he plows back and forth into you whilst you're shaking and barely staying up on your knees if not for his hands keeping you on your knees and arching your back perfectly so he can fuck your cunt just how he wants.

"S'too much" you slur out whilst squeeze the sheets beneath you to get a sense of stability "sorry love it's just that you look so good today─ and everyone kept looking at you and nngh fuck" he rasps when you squeeze around his swollen cock, the compliments going from your head all the way to your cunt.

Nobody would think that it's your boyfriend who couldn't hurt a fly that has his hand squeezing the fat of your hips and fucking up into your ass and rearranging your guts.

"S─shit right t─there" you whine while he pistons into your with his balls slapping against your clit driving you crazy, every thrust sending closer and closer over the edge.

The sheer size of him overwhelming you backed with how many times he's made you cum has tears running down your face and ruining your makeup

"S──so tight, all mine fu─ck... No one else mine mine MINE nghh" he's so fare gone after going about this for hours his cock twitching inside you.

"I'm gonna, I'm c─cum─" you cry into the pillow body shuddering all over, eyes rolling back hips snapping back into his cock, spasming and gushing all over his cock. Finally you felt his cum flowing deep into you fill you up to the brim the frothy mix of both of your releases forming a ring at the bottom of his dick.

“hey sweet thing. missing ya’.”

his voice erupted, you could only hear the sound of his breathing, imagining the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“how have you been, mm? eating well? hydrating? you best be taking care of yourself while ’m gone.” he laughed, that squeaky one where you could tell his throat was tight from holding something in.

“wish you could feel how much i’m missing you.” you heard his breath shake at the last syllable, then the tell-tale sound of his zipper slipping down rang out. a loud zzziipp like he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

a moment of silence then a harsh hiss came from his side as he wrapped a hand around his aching member, stroking it to full mast. “shit baby, i’m so hard just thinkin’ about you.” he groaned, then a rustle of clothes came as he shoved his pants down to his ankles.

he shifted his phone so that it was placed right beneath his cock, you could hear it slap against his phone screen, hot and heavy. “listen to it. listen to what you do to me.” he panted, beginning to pump himself, every tug of his length drawing a throaty sigh from him.

“wish you were here. y’know, sucking me off.” he paused to breath, stifling a whine as he imagined the scene in his head. “gosh, you’d look so pretty, mouth full of me. choking on me.” he continued.

“or you could just sit on it. let me hump you ‘til you pass out, all dumbed out on my dick.” he rasped, voice dropping a milky octave. you could hear him spit down on his cock, smearing the glob of saliva over his length.

“if you were here, i’d bend you right over this desk and fuck—” he sped up his strokes, you could tell he was close with how whiny he got. “i’d do so much to you darling, but you’re just not here. and it’s killing me.”

“miss you, so fuckin’ bad.” his voice cracked, you could hear the lewd fap-fap-fap of him fisting his cock ruthlessly, teetering on the edge of release.

“bet you’re touching yourself too, huh?” you could hear his smirk through the phone, “bet you’re getting off at seeing me so desperate and needy. you’re evil.” he grunted.

“shit, i’m close.” he cursed through gritted teeth, you could hear his chair creak under his weight as he pumped his cock, chasing his orgasm.

“this one’s for you.” he panted, the sounds of his fist becoming slicker. after a couple more strokes, he came all over himself with a muffled groan, making a mess everywhere.

“it’s so much.” he grumbled, already regretting what he did knowing he would have to get up and clean off. “and i blame it on you.” he chuckled, you could hear him tucking himself back into his pants.

WRITERS START WRITING🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

"put your tiny hand in mine, i'd love to be your preacher, teacher, be your daddy, anything you have in mind."

aot boys as the older, inappropriate men in your life. ᯓ♡

part two

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CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, dubcon, power imbalance, hefty age gaps, psuedo-cest (stepdad), daddy kink, spanking, fingering, oral f!receiving, heavy petting, dry humping, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of creampies, inappropriate use of cakes (?), car sex, semi public sex, tipsy sex, blowjobs, slight exhibitionism if you squint real hard

TRIGGER WARNINGS : def some abuse of power/power imbalance, just about all of these scenarios could be interpreted as dubcon, reader has an unstable home life in multiple of these scenarios and also lowkey has some mommy issues sprinkled in </3

includes : eren, armin, jean, reiner, connie, levi, and erwin

word count : 6k (i'm so sorry)

what's playing ♬: father figure by george michael

a/n : i went a lil crazy here and rambled…hehe my bad... i really hope you guys enjoy!

eren ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

eren is a classic stepdad perv 

but that wasn’t his intention to begin with, it just kinda happened 

you were already 20 when he met your mom, off doing whatever it is that college girls do 

so he didn’t even get to meet you until a few years in — when the wedding planning became serious 

from the way your mother described you, he was expecting a rude brat 

but instead, there you were, this sweet, shy girl who offered a clammy palm for him to shake 

and then eren started to see it 

the way your mom picked fights with you

the way she was just so cold to you 

it started to make them fight in return

constant arguments over her treatment towards you made them start to push the wedding date further and further away 

but eren couldn’t leave, not while knowing he had a sweet thing like you who needed him 

he’d come to your room after dinner, and hold your hand while you vented and complained 

he tried really hard to be a proper father figure to you, no funny business whatsoever

but his resolve was only so strong for so long

at first you were like a skittish puppy, kicked around too many times to accept kindness without being wary of it

but eren was consistent, you could trust him 

so you did 

you started letting yourself be comfortable around him, started wearing your skimpy pajama sets around him instead of the big ol’ t-shirts and sweatpants you usually had on around the house 

it drove him up the fucking wall, watching you saunter down the stairs in those ridiculously tiny shorts and that goddamn tank top that barely held your tits back 

and then it happened 

he found his golden ticket that would take him straight to hell 

he had just finished doing the laundry and was padding into your bedroom to put away your clothes he washed for you 

(he definitely did it out of the kindness of his heart and not because he wanted to sniff your used panties) 

and he saw it, your diary laying haphazardly on your bed 

you were at a friend’s house, you wouldn’t be back until later that night, giving him some time to read a few pages 

he knew he was fucked up for this, but he was also fucked up for wanting to fuck his soon to be stepdaughter, so what was one more shitty thing? 

he flipped through a couple pages, his heart hurting upon reading about the treatment from your mother 

but as he flicked through the pages of around the time you two met, he noticed himself become a recurring topic 

at first it was innocent, “mom is introducing me to her fiancé i think his name is eren? i hope he’s nice.” 

and then “he’s a very kind man! and handsome too, i like him so far!”

“today eren picked me up from work and took me for ice cream, he’s the best. he makes me really nervous, i don’t know why though.”

“eren is the only person i can trust in this house, tonight he came to my room and held me while i cried about mom. but…part of me hoped that he’d pull me into his lap and hold me that way while i cried, but that feels kind of inappropriate…” 

“i had a wet dream about eren. i feel so dirty. i’m trying to tell myself it was just a dream, it means nothing – it has to mean nothing. he’ll be my stepdad soon. i’m going to try and forget about it.” 

“eren is the only thing that comes to mind when i touch myself, nothing else turns me on anymore, i’m so screwed.” 

and then, the latest entry, “tonight i’m meeting up with a boy, i really hope he distracts me from these feelings i have for eren, wish me luck.” 

fuck. no. 

eren grabbed his phone and checked your location, immediately rushing downstairs to snatch his keys off the hook and jump in his car

he hauled ass getting to you, he pounded on the door relentlessly, until a boy your age answered the door

he pushed past him and demanded you come out 

you were shocked to see eren, but he was nothing short of angry 

he pulled you by the wrist and dragged you to the car, ignoring that stupid boy calling after you

the car ride was silent, he ignored your attempts at explaining yourself, and all your tearful apologies for lying 

you were bent over his lap as soon as you entered your bedroom, your poor ass swatted raw as you sobbed, your legs kicking from the pain

he struck your ass for so long you couldn’t keep up with counting anymore 

“what happened to my good girl, huh? where’d she go?” he gritted out, craning his neck down to your beautifully blubbering face

“m’right here,” you hiccupped, body jerking as he slapped the fat of your ass with pure aggression 

“really? b’cause i don’t see her. hopefully i will soon.” he said sternly, pressing his palm firmly up against your cunt

you gasped, your body tensing upon the contact 

“e-eren..?” 

“shut up,” he snapped, grabbing your diary and tossing it on the floor in front of you 

“if you need me to take care of you,” he pushed the flimsy crotch of your shorts and panties to the side, dragging up and down your soaked folds, “you fucking ask me, not some little boy.” 

he fucked you with his long, thick fingers, curling right up against that sweet little spongy spot inside you, pressing his knee right to your clit 

he muffled your moans with his huge palm while he fingered you over his lap 

and then when he became impatient, he had you face down ass up in your soft frilly bed, his fat cock abusing your poor cunt 

you sucked him in and gripped him like you never wanted to let him go, leaving a milky ring of your arousal around the base of his cock

his hand was wrapped around your throat while he mounted you, grunting above you while he impaled you ruthlessly

“s’this what you wanted – what you needed?” he hissed, shuddering a moan at the tail end of his words, the sound of your wet cunt creaming around him making him twitch inside you

“y-yes ‘ren, thank you,” you sobbed, your response near incoherent with your cheek smushed into the pillow, your brain turning to goop as he bullied his thick length into you, stretching you out in ways you never had been before 

“this is my fuckin’ pussy now, you hear me? you only need my cock. repeat it.” 

“i-i only need your cock,” you cried, your body thrusted into the bed by the slamming of eren’s hips behind you

“that’s right honey, now be good and let daddy cum in you.” 

armin ᡣ˶ᵔ ​​ᵕ ᵔ˶𐭩 ♡

mr. arlert is your sweet, reliable next door neighbor!

he’s so wonderful, he always lets you come over and use his pool during the summertime 

he covers for you when you sneak out, even lets you borrow his car every now and then too 

he’s been the one you run to instead of your parents whenever a stupid boy has the audacity to break your heart 

he’s there for you more often than your own parents 

some people think its weird, how close you are with him, but he always reassures you that people just aren’t used to witnessing genuine kindness

so you thought he’d be a safe person to vent to during one of your sleepovers, about how none of your ex boyfriends just never made you feel a specific type of way 

“i-i dunno…maybe its weird to even talk about this, i’m sorry,” you trailed off, hugging one of his pillows close to your chest

he shook his head, reaching out and gently squeezing your forearm 

“its never weird, not with me,” he reassured you 

so you told him 

“i just…never really got turned on with my exes y’know? we’d do some stuff but i could never get into it and they’d always blame me. call me a stupid prude n’ stuff…” 

he got angry at that, those stupid little boys just didn’t know how to treat you the way you deserved, but he did. 

“sounds to me they’re immature boys, who didn’t take the time to really understand you or be patient with you. that isn’t your fault sweetheart.” 

“but i don’t even know what i like, maybe there is something wrong with me…” 

armin’s cock began to stir as his mind went rampant with all the ways he could make you cum… 

fuck, this topic was getting dangerous 

“no, don’t say that, don’t ever say that about yourself,” he pushed the pillow out of your arms, resting on his knees closer to you now, the bed dipping under his weight when he nears you 

he cups your cheeks, peering down at you with a tempting contemplation

“do you want…me to help you?” 

and that’s how you ended up with him up against his bedframe and your back safely tucked into his chest, his legs locking yours open while he rubbed your clit 

“does that feel good, sweetie?” he asked softly in your ear, his lips grazing your jaw

you just moaned, your head lulling back against his collarbones while he rubbed firm tight circles over your clit 

when he didn’t hear you respond, he patted your clit sternly, grabbing your attention 

“answer me. so i know you feel good.” 

“i-it feels so good, mr. arlert,” you keened, panting heavily 

“you’re so wet sweetie, did you ever get this way with those other boys?” he hummed in your ear, his free hand coming up to gently grope at your breast, his cock aching when he felt your lack of a bra

“n-no, never,” you breathed out, shaking your head 

he chuckled, the sound rumbling softly behind your back 

“figures.” he breathed out, feeling cocky at your answer 

“do you want to feel my fingers inside now, sweetie?”

“please!” 

he slid in his middle and ring finger, gripping your hip to keep you from squirming 

he pumped you nice and slow, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch himself fuck you on his fingers

“f-feels so much better when you do it mr. arlert,” you whimpered as you turned your head to the side, your nose brushing against his cheek 

“that’s what i like to hear, now watch me while i touch you sweetheart so you know how to do it yourself.” 

he made you cum twice with his fingers alone, taking advantage of how pliable and limp you were in his arms, and how easy it was to pull orgasms out of you

poor thing, you had been so pent up until you had mr. arlert take care of you

and then he had you sit on his face, urging you to figure out what you like by riding his face 

he made you cum so hard like that 

one hand traveled up, squeezing your breast under your shirt while the other snuck down beneath his boxers and began palming himself

you bucked your hips over him, grinding your clit against his wet and eager tongue 

he lapped your pussy up, moaning into your flesh while he devoured you, ruining you for anyone else who dared tried their luck with you after this 

when you had enough, he let you sink back into bed as he held you close, wrapping his arms around your trembling body 

he pressed his hips flush against your ass, his lips trailing over your shoulder 

“do you wanna learn one more thing, sweetheart?” 

jean (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

you love jean! 

he’s your dad’s best friend, and basically your’s too, you always say 

he’s so sweet on you, spoiling you rotten despite your parents protesting 

he’s always got your back, no matter what 

jean isn’t stupid, he knows you’ve got a little crush on him 

he thinks it’s real cute, the way you hide behind your occasional teasing and ribbing 

but overall, you’re very obedient towards him, and deep down he knows your eagerness to obey stems from this little infatuation you’ve got with him 

at first his natural response was hell no, you were only 18 when he first caught on 

of course he always thought you were beautiful but you’ve always just been a baby compared to him 

not to mention you’re his best buddy from highschool’s kid, naturally you’d be off limits even if you were in your forties 

but goddamn you really started filling out more in your 20s 

you got a little bolder too 

you often took advantage of your height difference with jean, always managing to wear something low cut and revealing when you knew he’d be around, well aware that he’d be granted a perfect view of your perfect tits

and then one night at an ungodly hour, you called jean 

“mr. kirstein?” you sniffled and his back went straight in his office chair, his hand squeezing his phone with angst 

he responded with your name, his voice riddled with worry 

“i’m so sorry but can you pick me up? i’m a party and i don’t… i don’t really wanna be here anymore…” 

“send me the address i’m on my way.” 

jean probably ran almost every red light that there was to get to you 

once he picked you up it was a battle of self control to not stare at you in his passenger seat 

the way your stupidly tiny and tight dress bunched around your thick thighs, and how you tried to shyly tug it back down but to no avail 

“wanna tell me what happened.” he spoke, glancing over at you

“it’s embarrassing…” you trailed off quietly, picking at your cuticles as your hands rested in your lap

“try me.” 

you stayed silent for a long passing beat, staring at your lap for what felt like forever, like you were weighing your options before you sighed, deciding to say fuck it and just be honest 

“i… i was playing beer pong. the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted them to do. i lost. and the guy i lost to told me to meet him upstairs..” 

“uh huh.” he was gripping the steering wheel hard, pretending it was the throat of whatever idiot you were playing against, his teeth nearly cracking from how hard he was clenching his jaw 

“long story short, we started making out and doing stuff… i couldn’t really get into it y’know? so i started to imagine someone else and…um… i-i said your name.” 

the car nearly jerked to a stop, his body frozen with a thin layer of cold sweat infecting every inch of his skin at your revelation 

“can you say something?” you mumbled, burning humiliation swallowing you whole amidst the heavy silence 

“so let me just uh…get this straight, are you saying that in order to get turned on you had to imagine me?”

“…yes.” 

he exhaled, clenching his jaw as he immediately went to pull over, unbuckling himself from the seat belt and turning to face you head on 

“i need you to tell me right fucking now that you don’t want me. tell me i’m too old for you and you’re disgusted at the thought of me touching you.” 

you gaped at him, slowly shaking your head once his words fully resonated in your head 

“i can’t.” 

“please…” he begged, needing you to reject him before he did something he couldn’t undo 

“mr. kirstein,” you unbuckled yourself, leaning across the center console, your hand shakily landing on his knee 

“please kiss me.” 

and he did. 

he grabbed you by your jaw and kissed you hard, groaning in your mouth as his free hand traveled down the nape of your neck, down the curve of your back and around the fat of your ass, gripping it hard 

he pulled you into his lap, moaning in your mouth when you settled comfortably on top of him. 

he extended his seat backwards, giving you more room as he guided your grinding hips, letting you rut against his fat bulge straining his slacks 

his hands fell to your thighs, squeezing you and letting himself fully indulge in you 

his fingers soon found your cunt, rubbing you over your panties 

you were so fucking wet just from a little kissing 

you took his hand and guided it beneath your panties, whimpering against his lips, pleading with him to touch you 

he tilted his chin down, staring at his hand tenting into your panties, the sound of your wet cunt clicking from how fucking soaked you were filling his ears 

he sunk his fingers into you, groaning when you bucked your hips against them, rocking over his long digits 

when you couldn’t take it anymore, and when he couldn’t take it anymore, you found yourself in his backseat, bouncing stupidly on his fat cock, pretty breasts getting bruises sucked into them by his warm mouth 

“f-fuck, my sweet girl, my sweet sweet girl,” he groaned mindlessly into your chest, kissing you over your heart 

“pussy is so fuckin’ perfect, jus’ listen,”

and he curled his palm over your mouth, silencing your loud moans to make you hear your own cunt getting fucked raw 

“gonna cum in you, gonna make you crawl into your cute lil’ bed tonight full of my cum baby — now beg me for it.” 

reiner ₍ᐢ › ̫ ‹ ᐢ₎

mr. braun is your best friend’s dad 

but he insists on you just calling him reiner, he’s a cool dad after all 

he’s a divorcee, or well, about to be 

his bitch of an ex wife must be clinically insane to have cheated on a fine specimen like him 

you would’ve never done that to him 

you swear you’d be so good to him, and sometimes you wonder if he thinks the same 

he can’t, he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, you’re his daughter’s best friend 

he could easily be your father 

but he’s not, and you try really hard to remind him of that but he can’t seem to catch a hint 

that oblivious old man. 

he thinks you’re such a good girl, completely unsuspecting of the desires you harbor for him 

you’re so sweet, you come by to check up on an old man like him even when your friend isn’t home 

what 20 something year old does something so kind! 

(the one that wants her bff’s dad to fuck her stupid) 

you were taking a culinary course at your university, and reiner had been reaping the benefits of it 

you made it a habit to come by and  drop off your latest confectionaries, nearly pavlov’ing reiner into getting hungry whenever you’re around 

much to your fortune heh 

and then on one sunny afternoon, you swung by, pretty sundress hugging your body, little kitten heels adorning your pedicured feet, with a strawberry cake frosted with chocolate whipped buttercream in hand 

reiner nearly dropped to his knees at the sight, wondering how on earth he got so lucky 

you sat on the kitchen island, legs dangling casually while he stood beside you, cutting a slice for himself onto a plate, moaning with delight at the taste 

“goddamn, honey you’ve got a real knack for this y’know that?” 

“you flatter me, mr. braun,” 

“mm-no,” he shook his head, chewing down his bite, “call me reiner, mr. braun makes me feel old.” 

you smiled, shrugging while leaning forward, gently swiping away the frosting in the corner of his lips 

“who said being a little older was such a bad thing?” 

his breathing stuttered in his throat along with his heart in his chest, his eyes widening as he laughed nervously 

he stepped back, turning away so you couldn’t see the way he got incredibly flushed at that, reaching into his fridge to grab a water 

“you’re too sweet, honey.” 

when he turned back around, you were staring at him in a way that would make better men than him weak. 

despite better judgment, he still walked back towards you 

“reiner,” you said softly, alluringly, with a slight tilt of your head 

you leaned upwards, attempting to latch your lips to his 

he almost met you with his own, groaning begrudgingly before pulling away, shaking his head 

“n-no shit, i-i can’t i’m sorry honey it-it’d be beyond wrong.” 

you frowned, nearly pouting as you hopped off the counter, cornering him against the fridge 

“don’t you think im pretty?” you asked quietly, eyebrows drawn with an insecure concern 

he softened, his hands coming up to gently squeeze your arms, nodding in earnest 

“oh of course i do, but it isn’t about that i just—“ 

“then why won’t you kiss me?” 

oh fuck it 

his ex wife had made him feel so unattractive and undesirable, despite the fact that he frequently attended the gym and made efforts in maintaining his physique 

but you? you made him feel recognized in all his efforts, even the ones beyond his physicality 

so maybe indulging in his daughter’s best friend was something he could treat himself to, just this once 

he hauled you up in his big strong arms, hoisting you back onto the counter, standing between your thighs 

he kissed you hard, and you moaned desperately, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and pulling him in closer to you 

he pushed you back onto the counter, acting with reckless abandon, tugging the sweetheart neckline of your dress, reaching over and swiping the frosting from off the cake you brought and smearing it across your tits 

he bent down and mouthed all over your chest, making a complete sweet mess of you 

you tugged at his hair while he licked you up, whimpering as you felt him rock his hips against you 

he was so impatient, he couldn’t hold back from hiking your dress up and pushing your panties to the side 

he fished himself from out his trousers and boxers, slapping his fat cock over your tummy 

you gasped at the sight, your mouth going dry as you realized taking him might be a bigger feat than you expected 

“look at what you do to me, honey..”  he groaned, grabbing himself by the base of his cock, dragging himself up and down your pussy, collecting your arousal over his fat tip 

he swirled over your clit a few times, swallowing hard at the way you whimpered his name every time he did it 

he caught you off guard and pushed in, shivering at your tightness 

he slid in so easily, you were so fucking soaked 

he fucked you with everything he had, releasing all the pent up desire he’d been keeping to himself, into you 

he buried his face in your chest, licking and nipping and sucking at your skin while he pounded away into you 

you trapped him inside you, locking your legs around his hips while he held you firmly, holding you tight so you didn’t fall off the counter from how hard he thrusted into you 

“goddamn,” he grunted into your skin, kissing his way back up to your mouth 

“feeling good honey?” he’d utter against your lips, feeling his heart race with satisfaction when you’d whimper and nod, dazed over his cock 

poor reiner hasn’t gotten laid in he didn't even know how long, and ended up cumming earlier than he would’ve liked 

he was so embarrassed, sliding out of your sopping cunt, apologizing repeatedly 

you truly didn’t mind, even though you hadn’t cum yet, reassuring him gently that it was fine 

but he couldn’t have that 

he swiped a chunk of cake once more, lowering himself between your thighs and smearing the dessert over your leaking cunt, dripping from his cum 

“lemme just clean you up, honey.” 

connie ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

mr. springer — or connie, is your dad’s business associate 

your dad wanted to keep a close eye on you right out of college, wanting to make sure you didn’t stray off and lose yourself in a dead end job 

so what better way to keep track of you and not let you embarrass him or your family name than by scoring you a job at his firm! 

it’s so boring and draining sometimes you wonder if it really is sucking the life out of you 

but then you met connie 

he was such a nice rift in the mundanity at your job 

he’d hang around your desk, bring you coffee and sneak you snacks from the exec’s rec room, knowing that theirs was far better than what the sad little break room that the lower entry workers had 

he always tried to convince your dad to lighten up on you, and despite his efforts usually ending in vain, it still meant a lot to you knowing you had someone in your corner 

he’d even take you home after work sometimes, or pick you up, iced coffee in tow of course to make the morning more tolerable 

he was the best! 

especially when you had to attend the god awful company christmas party 

a bunch of old boring farts discussing their boring lives at a boring party no one wanted to be at 

you were getting your head chattered off by a random old man who worked below your father, rambling on about things that you couldn’t care less to hear about 

and as always, connie swooped in and saved you, politely tugging you along under the polite guise of “sorry, her dad’s lookin’ for her.” 

he tucked you away into the safety of his spacious office, pressing the button under his desk to draw the curtains across his glass doors. 

“you’re a life saver.” 

“nah. i just don’t like seeing you suffer.” 

you weren’t sure if it was the couple of drinks you managed to sneak from the open bar or if it was the way he was looking at you that made you so bold, but you sat at the corner of his desk beside him, peering down at him in his chair 

“why’re you so nice to me connie?” 

“does there have to be a reason?” he asked, resting his chin against his knuckles 

you shrugged, shaking your head. “no. but… i’d like there to be.” 

“you’d like there to be?” he repeated slowly, letting the weight of your words ring in the air, trying to give you an opportunity to wave off the thickness in the air and blame the couple of drinks in your system for the way you ‘mispoke’ 

“yeah.” you confirmed and goddamnit, you swatted away his offer and in return half of his restraint 

he said your name warningly, but you slid off his desk and into his lap, straddling him 

you rubbed your clothed clit over his dress pants, hiking your modest dress in a not so modest way, whimpering into his neck 

he gripped your hips, unable to stop himself from rolling up to meet your ministrations 

“you’re such a fucking tease,” he uttered in your ear, groaning lowly as he groped your ass, squeezing you hard 

you giggled, kissing at his jawline 

“i’d only be a tease if i wasn’t willing to give you more,” you murmured in his ear, tilting your face until your lips brushed against each other’s 

he eliminated the space between you two and kissed you hard 

you could taste the champagne on his tongue and grapes from the charcuterie board, moaning as you ground your hips against his, snaking your hand between your bodies to palm his cock over his pants 

before you knew it, you were bent over his desk, his papers and office supplies scattered across the floor as he fucked you

his body hunched over yours, his thick cock filling your cunt so good as he pivoted in and out of you, your slickness starting to stain the crotch of his pants 

“should make you my secretary, ‘could fuck you like this anytime i wanted,” he grunted in your ear, pulling a deep whimpery moan from the depths of your chest, burying his cock deeper into you for emphasis 

you grinded your clit against the edge of his desk while he slammed his hips against your ass, staining the table with your arousal 

“fu-fuck, you’re so deep,” you cried out, covering your mouth with your palm 

he grabbed your arm and pinned it behind your back, using it as leverage to fuck into you harder 

“nah i wanna fuckin’ hear you, go ahead, make some noise, make the party for everyone a little more interesting you slut.” 

levi ૮₍ꐦ -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ₎ა

professor ackerman…😵‍💫😵‍💫

captain hardass of the ss hardass. 

he still does that shit that your elementary school teachers did where he makes everyone pick up one piece of trash in the class before they can leave 

he’s extremely particular about the way his class functions, and isn’t afraid to straighten anyone out if he sees it fit 

he honestly scared the shit out of you for like a solid three months 

however you were actually one of his favorite students, but you’d never know that because his face hardly ever cracks out of the same stare he gives everyone and his voice rarely straying away from anything but monotone 

but he saw how hard you tried, how you put effort into participating and asking questions 

he saw lot of potential in you 

and when he started to notice your work get turned in later and later and the overall decline in quality, he had you stay after class one day 

he dropped your essay onto the desk before you, crossing his arms 

“what’s going on?” 

you couldn’t get yourself to divulge much, too embarrassed to tell him about your home life and how hard it was for you to stay on top of your schoolwork 

“listen,” he exhaled, leaning down towards you, his index finger pressed to your paper 

“i know you. i know you’re better than this. and i don’t just mean with your assignments. you’re bright, don’t let yourself fizzle out before you can even reach your peak.” 

his words lit a spark back into your heart, worsening the embarrassing crush you already had on him 

“thank you sir…” 

“don’t thank me, i am somewhat responsible for the decline in your work as well. i obviously need to improve as your professor to help you succeed. it isn’t just on you or whatever outside outliers there may be. from now on we’ll have some one on one sessions after class.” he didn’t ask, he stated. 

oh dear god. 

you had no idea how you were going to focus studying one on one with him, you already had trouble focusing when you weren’t floundering under the weight and pressure from your parents and other classes, but now you’ll be alone with him?? 

“y-you really don’t have to—“ 

he said your name, stern like the sound of a ruler snapping 

“if you want to pass this class i’d suggest you relinquish whatever humility and bashfulness you have and just accept the help.” 

and so over the course of two months you stayed back after class whenever you had professor ackerman, and your grades began to improve because of it 

you had expected him to cease your meetings but he kept speaking as if the routine were meant to be ongoing, never offering an end date to your sessions 

he’d began bringing you tea as well, nodding towards it silently before going over the coursework 

he was surprisingly patient, never once getting frustrated with you when you struggled to grasp a concept 

he quite enjoyed having you to himself like this, which was dangerous, he knew that 

he caught himself feeling a twinge of anticipation on the days when he knew he’d see you, and knew he should probably cease the unnecessary contact 

your grades were already improving, you didn’t need the extra help 

but what if you were to stray off course again? 

he had to make sure you remained focused… yeah… that was the reason 

but it seemed maybe you were beginning to lose that focus all over again 

he caught you loitering outside his class before you were due to meet with him, talking to some fucking boy  

you were giggling like an idiot at something he presumed wasn’t even funny to begin with 

he said your name, his voice hitting you like a gong, your gaze and attention abandoning the guy you were talking to 

his eyes flickered from you to inside his class, wordlessly motioning for you to enter 

so you left the guy with a quiet “see you later…” trailing behind levi like a puppy with her tail between her legs. 

he shut the door behind you and walked over to his desk with you behind him 

“so i see you’re beginning to shift priorities.” 

“n-no it’s not that sir, he’s in my other class we were just talking about our assignment,” 

“didn’t know assignments could bring about such laughter.” 

“i-i don’t think this is really fair..” you mumbled, a slight huff in your voice 

his stare had hardened and he leaned forward, catching your eyes once more 

“what isn’t fair is you absorbing all of my conference periods so that i can ensure you pass my course. i don’t have to offer extra assistance to you if you’re not going to make proper use of it.” 

you felt too much like a scolded child, so you rose from your seat and began making your way to the door again 

“fine. then don’t. thanks for your time, sir.” 

he slammed the door shut as soon as you opened it, his big palm beside your head 

you could feel the heat radiating off of him and scorching you through your clothes 

when you turned around he stared at you, his eyes scanning every single part of you that there was, knowing he was possibly jeopardizing his career and standing at the university, his reputation, everything 

but he couldn’t help himself, he pressed his lips to yours and kissed you, relief flooding him when you matched his intensity and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him 

you stumbled back over near his desk, and he pushed you up against his whiteboard, pulling you by your hips and pressing you against him, letting you feel how much he’s needed you 

“you have infuriated me,” he kissed you hard, breathing against your lips when he barely pulls away

“everyday that i’ve seen you. you make everything so difficult,” he groaned, pushing his bulge up against your clothed cunt 

“i’m sorry,” you breathed out tearfully, and he scoffed, kissing down your neck 

“you should be.” 

and uncharacteristically, without an ounce of the usual reserve he typically has, he freed himself from his dress pants and pulled your jeans down enough to allow him access to fuck  you up against his whiteboard 

“god,” he choked out when he slid into your soaking, tight warmth 

“this stays between us, understand?” he grunted in your ear, silencing you with his palm over your mouth, sending a hard thrust deep inside you 

you nodded, whimpering behind his hand as he took you 

“i’ve thought about this so much,” he admitted shakily, panting in your neck, kissing along the exposed skin of your chest while he fucked you, his heavy cock stretching your cunt out 

“you make me feel filthy,” he groaned against you, stilling and letting you feel his fat cockhead deep inside you 

“it’s only fair i do the same to you.” 

he sent you on your way to your next lecture with a fat load of his cum inside you <3 

erwin ( •̀∀•́ )✧

mr. smith is the worlds best boss ever! 

he even lets you call him erwin but only when you two are alone 

you’re his personal assistant, and you’re well liked amongst your department but simultaneously envied 

erwin is kinda soft on you, it’s hard to try and dispute that 

none of his assistants lasted longer than 5 months but you? you’re steady on the track of being with him for a year ! 

yay you !! 

initially he wasn’t quite sure what it was about you that drew him to you 

maybe because you were just so… earnest? 

so honest and sweet without it being fake or overbearing 

he could tell you really wanted to make his life easier, and that what drove you was the fact that you made him out to be a better man in your mind than what he truly was 

but that’s okay, he can lean into that for you 

and after he managed to slowly but surely collect information on your personal life, he realized where your obedience came from 

poor baby just wants an older man to be proud of her 

oh and he is, you make him so proud every day! 

you listen sooo well 

like when he told you the new dress code was pencil skirts and black pantyhose, you didn’t question it, even when you noticed most of the women in the office didn’t seem to abide by it 

but it’s okay you just figured you were still doing the right thing 

or like when he has you come in and massage his shoulders and rub his temples for him between the intervals of his online meetings with foreign investors, you just figured it was another facet of the job! 

 or when he would sit you down, and rub your shoulders 

and slowly sink to his knees and gently remove your heels, neatly setting them to the side before he’d rest your ankle against his meaty thigh and rub your feet for you 

he’s just being a good boss and showing his appreciation to his assistant is all! 

“you work so hard for me, dear i assure you, this is the least i could do.” 

and when he rises back up to his full stature, standing beside you, not bothering to hide the way he was straining against his trousers, you didn’t mind, you just shyly looked away, offering him silent grace of pretending you didn’t notice it 

but he wanted you to 

he’d croon your name softly, dragging your gaze back up to him 

and when he leaned in to kiss you, you accepted happily, leaning up in his chair to kiss him eagerly 

he pulled you out of his chair and gently pushed you to your knees, cradling your jaw adoringly 

“need you to do one more thing for me, dear.” 

your hands were grappled around his hips, pretty eyes running with tears as you took his cock down your throat, moaning around his thick length 

he was bigger than any of the guys you had been with previously, and he knew that without you saying a word 

it filled him with deep pride knowing no one else had hit the back of your throat like he had, completely untouched except from him 

his deep groans uttered into the thick air and wafted around you, urging you to keep up with making him feel good despite the stinging in your jaw and the uncomfortable prickles of pain in your knees 

he thrusted shallowly into your mouth, shuddering a low breath as he watched you take him to the best of your abilities 

his heart soared at the sight of you so beautifully impassioned to suck his cock and make him cum, like it was your sole purpose and duty 

“you’re so lovely dear, even like this…so eager to please, expect a raise soon,”. he’d groan thickly, getting lost in a cloud of pleasure, trying his hardest to even his tone 

you hummed around his cock, and he nearly fell forward, leaning deeper into you with one palm flat against his desk, the other behind your head 

and when you came out of his office, stumbling and limping slightly with a hoarse throat, shyly wiping the corners of your mouth, no one really batted an eye