An Armored Prescence
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All of the participants are gathered around the pentagramic satanic squaric geometric minimalist or maximalist type of circo, wondering where tf is Ereh with the closet??
A titanic titacular tittty flesh smacking resonance ruminates from the door. Reinah who was chilling in the basement for hours on end, unable to socialize is alarmed by the hardening of his armored member constricting against his pants as he realizes his enemies to lovers has arrived at the Asahina whore house. Reiner thought that Eren had undone all of the hardening, so why is there such a significant, durable, girthy tent in his pants???
Everyone looks at Reiner (he/him), shocked: shell. Ghost in the shell. Reiner is the ghost. “When the fuck did this bitch get here.” Armin, who appears from the mist, lies (he knows all).
“I told you guys that Reiner provided us with the spirited crowned jewel originating from Deutschland, Jaegarmeister, developed in 1934 by Wilhelm and Curt Mast, it is dark brown in color and served in its signature green sweaty bodaciously booby glass bottle, erect and aroused and sweating with sensual tension. In the 80’s, it was marketed towards the horniest college students like those featured in our triangular rectango roundabout acapella truth or dare wheel. Jaegarmeister means “Master Hunter,” in German, a terminology that resonates with the natural alpha Reiner.” Jain says seductively, tiddies swaying to the ocean breeze as she speaks.
Everyone sees the tits move, left right left right left right lef... they forgor. They all fall asleep. They stay unconscious for about five minutes and then get up at once. They forgor. Upon awakening, Reiner doesn’t break eye contact with Eren, his breathing becoming erratic and heat pooling in his stomach.
“God babe you are so hot,” Reiner’s “mighty hard cock that happens to be above the average penis,” whispers through his trousers. “It’s veiny, thick, pink, with steamy titan blood flowing through, precum slowly seductively slimily slithering out.”
“Reiner…” Eren prowls, rolling his Rs. “My alpha.”
Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers played softly in the background of this homoerotic moment.
Bertholdt watches from above, weeping as he clutches his birth control pills that Reiner always made him take to make sure he didn’t get m!pregnanted. “My toxic ex, Reiner, wouldn't do this to Eren,” Bertholdt ponders. Bertholdt realized at that moment that Reiner didn’t see Bertie as his mate.
“My bitchy little babye” Eren growled. “Get in my closet, daddy uhhh,” he moans.
Fresh from Lowe’s, the closet door’s mahogany wood careened in the way only a wood can. The door, blushing shyly, senses an oaky heritage from farther down the hallway, out of sight but never out of mind. It’s hinges whined a high-pitched whine that only the alpha’s wolf ears could hear. They winced at the tone but that didn’t turn their dicks off. The door pined pine-ly, but just as it was about to whisper a beta-wave signal to the distant door at the front of the house in the way only a wood can, its gay thoughts were interrupted rudely by the humans and specters and titan-humans in front of it.
“Well.” Says Kite. “Now that they are, uh… busy, wanna continue?”
“Fuck yes,” says everyone in unision.
“Never have I ever fucked a shinigami,” Jain screeches annoyingly (A/N she’s really nice irl I swear!), causing problems.
Ritsuka blushes in uwu, just now realizing that Azuna died for her sins. However, she has no regrets! Those shinigami eyes, fingers, and dick, she wantonly reminisces, letting out a shy moan as she puts her sex odored fingo down. Ryuk deviously smirks and puts his cum stained clawed hand down. Azuna, dead and mid thrust, lowers her fingo.
Pretty much everyone else also lowers their fingos. Ryuk is a whore. Meanwhile, Daddy Issues is bumping through Eren’s iCock’s high quality bluetooth speakers. The sub woofer is sending even more erotic waves into Eren’s cock, and his moans encourage the speakers to try a little harder to project over the chaos of the room.
Eren and Reiner stumble out of the closet, disheveled and in mid-titan formation. A skeletal hallucinogenic fully formed rock hard long luscious haired founding titanic wide shouldered kyoujin. Reiner is not living for this. It’s not giving Cher. He is looking at this boney modern Picasso but in 3-D structure, thinking “how the fuck do i get my dick out of this?” He is feeling insecure. :( “I should be the hard one, not him.”
A few hours before, Reiner accidentally ingested more than just the Jaegarmeister bottle that features a glowing Christian cross seen between the antlers of a stag.This image is a reference to the two Christian patron saints of hunters, Saint Hubertus and Saint Eustace, both of whom converted to Christianity after experiencing a vision in which they saw a Christian cross between the antlers of a stag. (A/N Source: Wikipedia-Kun)
Back then, Kite cleared her throat. “Uh, Reiner, the money for the Deutschland herbal liquor, Jaegarmeister made with citrus peel, licorice, anise, poppy seeds, saffron, ginger, juniper berries, and ginseng, served best cold at 0 degrees Celsius is in my backpack. Did you grab it yet? It’s in that sexy, silky black envelope.”
Reiner pulled the envelope out of Kite’s bag, and waved it at the group. “Bye, everyone. Jain, text me?”
“Okay, big tits.” Jain winks, titties swinging in harmony with Reiner’s ecto titties. Everyone sees them and grows tired, but were able to predict the hypnosis. The trick will not work this time.
In the present, Reiner is cumming back to his senses and realizes that he hates Eren. He gingerly pulls his armored cock out of a gap between Eren’s titan ribs and shoves it back into his tattered pants. “I have things to do, so I should go.”
Eren takes Reiner’s face into his hand, thumb condescendingly caressing his cheek (A/N: the one on his face). “Things to do?”
“Yeah, dipshit. I have… plans with Bertholdt.” Above them, Bertholdt begins to weep and cum, but no one notices, as usual. Reiner exits Eren’s cursed closet.
Meanwhile in the panoramic skuare oval~
“Ok Joie, truth or dare?” asked Syghie, eyes glimmering mischievously.
“Truth I guess, the last time I picked dare I had to mainline a tropical punch Capri-Sun,” he answered.
“It doesn’t taste nearly as good injected.”
“Heheheheheehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe,” giggled Syghie. “Ok, truth- why do you live in the walls?”
“Well, I was born in the sewers and raised by a rat king- that’s a bunch of rats tied together by their tails,” says Joie, eyes sheepishly turned downwards towards the floor. “The rat king (he/they) taught me everything I needed to know to have a fulfilling life in the sewers. But he (They??) drowned when I was 4. Then a dirty man who looked like Johnny Depp found me while searching for treasure among the sewage.”
“He let me live on his pirate ship. He taught me to sail and later do all the things pirates do- steal, eat hardtack, have scurvy, et cetera. But he had to travel the world and didn’t want to pay for any more scurvy medication. So he dropped me off in some grimy city and I survived by living in the walls of various grimy establishments until I found Paddy’s Pup, the bar my dads owned. They made me steal for them but in turn taught me about the value of gay love. That’s why I live in the walls- it’s my only true home.”
“Wow same” says Syghie. “Okay, now it’s your turn to ask someone truth or dare, Joie!”
“Truth or dare, Kite!”
“Dare!”
“Do something caaazy.” Joie implores.
Kite grins a vaguely horny mad scientist grin. “Oh, do I have just the thing for caaazy.” She begins to root around in her backpack. “I’ve been studying this specific alien plant from Mars. Y’know, from the specimen shipment that killed Elongated Musk? Anyways, to study the ancient alien civilization, my job is to understand the role of flora grown in distinct settlements. So I was studying this plant, and when I was running experiments with the pollen from this plant and a HEK 293 cell line, I noticed a huge increase in testosterone, oxytocin, and prolactin expression. The cells exposed basically differentiated into cells capable of producing horny hormones! So obviously the next step was to test it in a model organism, regardless of what IACUC has to say, and so I exposed wild type Rattatas to the pollen. They immediately started fucking! And if that’s what it does in mice, I can only imagine what it’ll do in humans.”
“Is that… safe, Kite?” Ritsuka says hesitantly?
“Well, probably not, but I have an inhibitor just in case. Somewhere. Here it- oh fuck.” Kite grows pale, and pulls out a crumpled envelope.
“What’s wrong? Kite, what did you do?” Syghie asks gravelly.
Wordlessly, she opens the envelope, and pulls out the cash that everyone had assembled for Reiner. “This is… this is the wrong envelope. Reiner, that stupid big titty fuck, took the sex pollen.”
Eren gasps, scandalized. “Is that the only reason he had sex with me but didn’t finish? Because of sex pollen?”
“Probably. Oh fuck. I think I fucked up.” Kite panics, rooting around in her bag for the inhibitor. “Jain, can you come with me? Honestly, you probably know his body best.”
Jain nods breastily. “Boob oob,” her titties agree. “What’s going to happen?
“I mean, Eren is a little bitch and probably couldn’t make him come. If he doesn’t cum, then I think he might. Die? I don’t know, he’s a titan?” Kite panics.
Jain takes Kite’s hand. “We can fix this. You and your woman in STEM talents, me and these giant tiddies. Let’s go!” Eren switches the song to “High Hopes” by Panic! At The Disco to suit the mood.
Kite and Jain sprint down the stairs, into the dark evening outside. “Wait a minute,” Kite says. “I was outside less than 15 minutes ago. How is it already this dark?”
Jain checks her boobs for the time. “It’s around 6:30, it makes sense for it to be dark. Maybe-” she cuts herself as she turns around, honkers swinging, and looks at the exact reason why it was so dark outside. She looks up in a cross between horror and lust up at Reiner’s erect, armored form. He stands broodingly. Reiner has been waiting for this very little lady to appear before him, like an unreachable specter. Suddenly, with a gigantic ginormous fleshy unsheathing noise, his huge badonkadonk emerges from his crotch, bouncing sensually. Jain stares, drool pooling in her mouth.
“You like?” Reiner’s voice bellowed low. The rarefaction of his vocal waves uprooted a few firs.
“Jain,” Kite whispers, looking at the pitifully small yield of the inhibitor that she was able to synthesize. “Jain. There’s no way this will turn him back. Do you think… you can cure him the old fashioned way?” Jain nods, smirking.
“Babe,” Jain walks toward the titan. “I do. How do you wanna do this?”
Reiner cocks his head, the fleshy sound of his neck muscles overtly. “Any way you want it, that’s the way you need it, any way you want it.”
Jain licks her lips, and walks toward Reiner. “Then kneel.”
Reiner blushes, steam coming from his shoulders. He kneels, spreading his legs for Jain to walk forward into the right angle of his luscious thighs. She hesitates for a second, then licks a wet strip on her hand, and sets it gingerly upon the member, drooped on the floor. Upon the first electric impact of her hand on his member, it jolts.
“Babe, you can’t do that. That’s so hot, but I need you to hold back, otherwise I will be whacked away.”
Reiner stills, and nods, steeling himself for the next torturous minutes.
Jain stills also, before opening her arms and wrapping around cock as much as she can. Wow, it’s so hard. Reiner moans, electrified by her loose grasp on his cock. She stops for a second, and her badonkers… She goes to unclasp her bra. The push-up bra previously holding up the weight of the world, the mythological Atlas holding up the entire weight of the world, gives out! Pandora’s Box has been unleashed upon the world, and will it ever be closed? Jain stumbles over to the throbbing member, and lays down her load on him.
Kite is very unsure as to whether or not she should stay here or not. On one hand, it’s her scientific duty to monitor this interaction and record any form of data that results from this impromptu experiment, and her best friend duty to make sure Jain doesn’t die (although, she would die doing what she loved). On the other hand, she feels like this might be too personal for her to watch. Still, she had to admit, it was fascinating in multiple ways.
Reiner hollers with arousal. What is this????? The hot, pressing weight of her huge rack descending upon his cock was an experience overwhelming and intense. He pants, huge puffs of hot steam coming up and raising the surrounding temperature about 2 degrees Celsius. The air molecules around him begin vibrating, and the aura around him turns bright red. Jain pants at the newfound heat and is even more aroused at the control she, a small human, has over this huge formation. Her nipples harden from a titanium hardness of 6 on the Mohs scale to an extremely hard level of a 10, such as that of a diamond. Her crystal, hard nubs drive even harder into Reiner’s cock. He roars, his matte red aura beginning to glow neon as his climax approaches.
Jain moans, gyrating even more intensely. She looks up at Reiner’s glowing eyes. Their eyes meet like the final wand battle between Harry Potter and Voldemort in the Deathly Hallows Part Two: Electric Boogaloo, magic juices and everything. His voice breaks, and with an explosion, his heavy cock spurts forward a stream challenging the force of the River Nile. Thick creamy cum explodes all over the cities of Japan. His cum shoots up towards the moon-kun, covering every beam of moonlight descending upon them. Japan descends into an endless night upon the panting couple, locked in a tight embrace.
“Fucked up if true,” Kite says, looking at the post-coital couple. Reiner begins to melt away back to his human form, and curls up on the ground, taking a questionably deserved nap. Jain dusts herself off, and Atlas weeps as she reclasps her bra, shouldering two whole worlds again.
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The door rattles with a squeaking moan; fake! Ed Sheeran seductively smashes it open. Jain smiles, hiding her armored highly durable, long lasting hickies, “I’m glad you came, Lovely Nyatsume” (A/N both verb forms apply, how kawaii!).
Jain, after making some mistakes with a rat tailed actor and a Kdrama toxic CEO, decided that she needed a kinky man who wouldn’t call her every night at 3 AM. So when she met her lovely nyatsume in the sex toy store, his webs uncontrollably spreading from his fingers, trapping Jain, she thot, “sexyyyyy ed sheeran ?!”
After a singular date at a Spencers on the romantic day of 4/20/20, Nyatsume proposed. “Will you be my Mary Jain? Like for forever, mommy,” he whined, his unadvanced, unsmart cock ring vibrating nervously. Jain agreed, her toxic trait being the idea of a contract marriage, despite her past trauma of a certain rich boy who caged her; she likes the stability of marriage and the angst of not being able to choose her own partner, but growing to like them over time.
In the present, Nyatsume approaches the cheater!Jain (A/N: she had her own circumstances! This is a no Jain hate zone. Would u not fuck armored!Reiner if given the opportunity? Y’all wish you had titties this big, capable of this power.), delicately whispering in her ear, “I’ll also show you a sweet dream next night!”
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