Kink, part 1: Eight recs

[island_of_reil]

anonymous — untitled
Levi/Erwin. D/s, knifeplay with blood, other painplay, breathplay, humiliation.

He brings the knife against Erwin's throat, finally loosening his grip on the tie, enough to let the other gasp in some needed air. It doesn't help bring down the hot flush on Erwin's face at all.

Stretching his less impressive body, he leans in to laugh in the other's ear,“watch me,” and finally, finally, he paints red, careful streaks on his commander's skin.

“Watch me,” an order, one of the few Levi will ever bother to make in their relationship.

Characterization of the two of them, and their relationship, is dead-on, if somewhat jossed by ACWNR. 1,987 words.

anonymous — untitled
433-word Erwin/Reiner ficlet; D/s with no bondage or painplay.

“It’s not like you to forget how your superior officers should be spoken to, Braun,” Erwin replied, coming back towards the bed. His tone was mild enough, but there was that look again, and Reiner was startled to realize that while he probably should have found being looked at in that way unsettling (especially given the vulnerability of his position at the moment), it actually sent a hot spark of arousal straight to his groin.

anonymous — "a boy and his sword"
Jean locks himself into a storage room and fucks himself with the hilt of his sword. There's blood and pain, but there is also an incredible amount of hotness. 2,906 words.

When a corner brushes against that secret spot inside him, it rips a moan out of him. Jean thinks "do that again", and rises himself slightly to push himself down, feels the burn of the hilt sliding out of him and then back in and then the pressure against that little bundle of nerves again.

He repeats the motion until he's seeing stars and panting loudly and his legs are shaking even harder, until almost everything is pleasure - and then he pushes himself down too fast and too hard and his eyes flip open and he lets out a strangled scream as he takes all of the hilt inside him, until the tender skin behind his balls is pressed against the trigger.

anonymous — "Stay"
Levi/Eren, Eren bent over a chair with his pants down, spanking, belt whipping, possessive D/s… HNNNNGGGHHHH. 1,460 words.

“…you were given to me to watch over. You belong to me, Eren Jeager. And I’m going to continue giving you these lessons until you understand just what that means.” Levi’s fingers slipped free, and he began to replace his belt.

Carthage — "these tides of men"
A series of five Eruri BDSM PWPs; they switch roles. Bondage, including shibari; orgasm denial; and one incident of calling the scene off because the other isn't enjoying it. 2,498 words.

"You, my infuriating heart, need to be fucked, hard, and long, and by someone who knows just what you are: a needy, wanton little thing, too consumed in his pride to give in," he says, low, rasping, and as he lets his thumb sink into that clinging heat, just a little, he slides his thigh between Levi’s.

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"But let’s get one thing straight. You’re my whore, and this cock-" he squeezes, just on the edge of too hard, and Erwin’s eyes widen, a grunt breaking through Levi’s fingers, "-is for me. You come before I want you to, you even think of moving, and I’ll leave you here, hard and wanting." On the last word, he holds Erwin steady and sinks down onto him with a sigh, head falling back in naked pleasure.

daphnerunning — "When We Need It"
Hange, Levi, a strap-on, and 750 words. Hilariously IC: Hange is something of a sadist. Sometimes, Levi needs that.

sparklecringe — "sweet thing"
A panicked Eren flies to Armin's rescue on the battlefield, only to find the titan dead and Armin coated with blood and gore. Relief turns to arousal, fueled by the smell of blood — and Armin tops from the bottom.

Looking Eren in the eye, Armin tilts his head to the side, exposing the stretch of slender neck. Eren doesn’t believe for a second that Armin doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing, the submissive gesture making heat surge to his face and his cock throb so hard it pains him against the rough confines of his jeans. He lets out a shivering gasp and steps forward, closing the distance between them, pressing his mouth to the fast-fading blood on Armin’s collarbone. His fingers scrabble for Armin’s belt, yanking his slim hips forward flush against his, as he laps at the remaining blood with his tongue. He grinds his hips against Armin’s, stuttering, off-beat, until Armin trails a hand idly down to palm his erection.

Roughness, biting, handjobs, UNF. (Oh, and at the very end, Levi shows up, and then it's hilarious.) 2,867 words.

trashcan — "squad leader down"
At 19, Jean's now a squad leader, Armin a strategist. Trust the strategist to make an art out of ravaging Jean, waging war on his senses with an efficiency that was just unfair. Bondage, gag, blindfold, biting, bruising, begging, praise, rough fucking. There's a reason I had a note for myself next to this link that said "GODDAMN. O_0" 1,846 words.