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[c0kitty]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 .... 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓 w/ boxer!mikasa ackerman x f!reader               « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄                            

summary: boxer!mikasa dating reader! (⛦) content: fluff, kind of smut at the end. buff mikasa. use of strap. sexual themes. you guys live together. mikasa loves spoiling. totally inspired from watching bloodhounds. (⛦) w/c: 500 +

⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who is considered one of the best female boxers of all time. she'll do her signature swift-right-hook, one that neither the opponent, nor the audience saw coming, and the opponent would be on the floor, just as the match began.

⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who just loves to talk about you in interviews. what was she going to do for the celebration? you, of course. what's keepin' her going? you. how does she ground herself? again, with just the thought of your name.

to add on, despite her intimidating muscles and long messy-black hair, mikasa becomes incredibly soft as soon as your name is mentioned.

⛦ ── boxer!mikasa, expect mikasa to spoil you, with the money she makes from boxing, which was a lot. manicures, pedicures, fancy dinners, money to get your hair done, traveling to different countries. visitin' places like france, spain, tokyo, etc.

but sadly, you did have to have a strict schedule since she needed to return to practice training and prepare for matches. she would probably plan what you guys were gonna do, with no detours! or, she'll get a little pissy.

⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who you were a little afraid would exert herself too much. you know how boxer tournaments could be life or death sometimes, so you were scared one day someone would over-power her and do too much. mikasa would reassure you that she wouldn't let that happen, tapping out if she thinks she wouldn't make it in the end.

you knew you couldn't completely trust the circumstance, but her reassurance helped you when your mind wandered a little too far late at night.

⛦ ── boxer!mikasa, who is incredibly fit. even though she wasn't totally ripped, leaner than the other boxers, she did have such a drooling-over body. her arms would flex, becoming prominent, and her shoulder was broader contrasted to her slender waist, moles decorating her figure. — and her thighs, good lord, when she sat down, they looked so muscular and thick. 

all you wanted her to do sometimes is suffocate you with her thighs, n' b intoxicated with the smell of her pussy.

⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who you constantly try to play with, but you guys end up in some type of position, with her tongue shoved in your clit and, her hands gripped around your thighs.

⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who has so much stamina from boxing, and it really plays out in the bedroom. your back pressed into the mattress, acrylic nails find her neck. your moans would fill the halls. her eye's flickering to the strap drenched in your cum as it thrusts in and out your pussy, and to your face, with cascaded with tears.

her glossed lips whisperin' into your ear. "you're doing so good, princess. jus' a little more."

⛦ ── boxer!mikasa who wins the USA boxing championship. she looked so hot, with her mouthguard, sweat seeping down her body, and her muscles glistening. her black shoulder-length hair sticking to her face, looking absolutely flushed as the referee gets her hand to declare her winner.

she would smile radiantly as she watched you cheer her on, screaming, "that's my baby!"

[hunnie--bunnie]

𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 ❥ 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 ❥ f!reader, praise, teasing, daddy, back massage, light begging

𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿’𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 ❥ I've been seeing some pussy gripping fan art, and I've found myself on my hands and knees simping for daddy reiner. Why have I deprived myself of this yummy man for so long?

Laying on the bed, your breasts hidden by your blanket, as you lay on your stomach. While a towel covers your bare cheeks. Reiner had gone all out when you accepted his offer to let him care for you.

Cooking you some meals, tying up your place after pushing you to shower. Then brushing your hair and getting you to take some medicine with water. Before falling asleep with you in his arms in the sofa.

It took one complain of your throbbing head and aching back before Reiner had offered you massage. Which you couldn’t turn down.

Reiner let the candles in your room, turned on your wax mode. Then put on a smoothing spa inspired playlist from YouTube to play through your portable speaker.

The lack of words and soothing low medley is heavenly for your throbbing head. Which had vastly reduced from the former vision blurring, jack-hammering pounding it was before.

Comfortable on your stomach with your head turned to the side. Loudly announcing, "Ready!" Urging Reiner back into your bedroom. And even though he can't see anything, your cheeks are burning.

The bed dips, and you hear the squirting of your lotion onto his large palm. While he insists, "Tell me if I hurt you." Straddling your hips, letting none of his weight press down on you.

Pumping some more lotion onto your backside. Smearing it up to your shoulders, which he tightens his grasp on. His large fingers kneeling your sore muscles. Every movement sends a dull tingle to your pussy.

Muffling your moan by burying your face into your bed. Reiner urges you, "Don't hide your lovely moans from me. How else am I supposed to know if I'm making you feel any better?" Gliding his hands along your spine, rubbing your lotion into your skin. Your pussy tingles as his hands slowly get closer to your hips.

Wondering, "Lovely?" He hums in agreement, as his hands slip lower. Massaging your lower back, as you express in breathy aw,

"Damn..." melting into your bed. Arching your hips, pressing your ass to Reiner's clothes cock. He's hard in his jeans, the thick bulge making your pussy quiver. The thought of Reiner pinning you to the bed, while roughly fucking his cock into you.

Spreading your legs as wide as Reiner's brawny thighs trappings yours will allow. "When was the last time someone took good care of your pretty pussy?" With one large hand on the middle of your back.

Reiner pulls away, while you confess, "Too long, please Reiner need to feel you inside me." He slipping the towel off your ass. Wiping the lotion off on the soft fabric.

Pleading with your ass in the air and pussy on display, "Please Daddy." He sucks in a sharp breath. And you hear his belt hit the floor.

Looking behind, taking in the sight of Reiner’s massive, muscular body behind you. While he climbs onto the bed. He has a golden blond happy trail to his short hair. While his cock hangs due to his girth.

Reiner climbs onto the bed, spreading his fingers out on your lower back. Pressing down, encouraging you to lay flat on the bed. He slips his cock in between your thighs, pressing himself against your warm pussy.

Grinding your hips, Reiner using his weight to render your movements uselessly. Leaving you with his cock pressed against your pussy while you can’t do anything about it.

Begging Reiner, “Please let me move, fuck the massage I want to grind my pussy on your fat cock. Then I want you to fuck my sensitive dripping pussy till I drain every last cum.” Reiner hands find the knots between your shoulder blades.

Working the tensions out with precise movements of his thick fingers. Reiner suggests, “If you let me massage out the knots in your back I’ll help your beautiful pussy cum as many times as she needs. Till you’re tired and needing my help to clean up.”

❥ m.list

[teakookssi]

Before I Leave You [Eren/Levi x Reader FF]

[ full story can be found here or here ] [Overview & prologue] ➺ pairing: levi ackerman/eren jeager x fem!reader  ➺content: mafia au, crime, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, angst, lol so much angst ➺warnings: violence, blood, strong language, guns/weapons, and illegal activities are all mentioned but hey, that’s aot for you, so if you can handle that, you can handle this (: 

chapter 15: consequence

As Levi escorts you out the door, you find the driver your father assigned to you for the charity event waiting dutifully outside your car in front of your house. He’s one of your father’s men, no doubt, and looks a few years older than you, but not by much. You’ve never met him before but your father trusts him enough to drive you across the city so you don’t question his background or skillsets.

On your way to the car, you notice Furlan and Isabel are nowhere in sight, much to your surprise. You were half expecting them to be waiting in a car of their own, ready to tail behind since they’re known to never stray too far from Levi’s side.

But alas, this is an exclusive event, and they are no exception. As for the lack of presence from your own circle…Well, this you find less surprising. Your father has most likely assigned them to jobs outside of the city — not wanting any of them to interfere or provide you with the means to sabotage tonight’s event. Otherwise they’d be at your side or on the lookout somewhere nearby — as you reckon Furlan and Isabel to be currently doing despite knowing they shouldn’t.

—

During the drive over to Mitras, where Lord Reiss is to host his charity event, Levi informs you that the money being raised tonight is to help rebuild the hospital recently hit by an alleged Marleyan terrorist attack near one of the lower sectors. Although signs of a gas leak were ultimately presented, the tension between Paradis and Marley has only escalated since then, and the threat of war has become all the more real.

The king refuses to entertain any notions of war, and because of this, so has the high class.

Not that it matters.

Even if they were to take it seriously, and a war were to break out between both countries, the king of Paradis and his nobles would still be heavily shielded from the worst of it. The fact Lord Reiss is focusing on the rebuilding of the hospital for his cause this evening paints him as compassionate and honorable, but the man is known for taking advantage of situations such as these to flaunt his wealth and powerful connections (to the royal family in particular). Which makes him the worst of them all.

As your driver pulls up into Lord Reiss’ estate a while later, there is no doubting the nobleman’s strong ties with the crown nor of his lavish and extravagant taste. Exhibit A: there’s a bloody pair of peacocks roaming his front garden, of all things, and exhibit b: there’s a pond with a fountain in the center for the bloody birds to drink from.

You and Levi exchange glances in the car at the sight of them, stifling in your laughter.

Rich people.

The driveway up to the manor has a circular design so vehicles can drive in and out without trouble, but there is still staff directing incoming vehicles to the drop off area all the same. Your driver drives up to where they indicate for him to station while you and Levi step out of the vehicle.

“Lay low,” you hear Levi tell the driver from the door. “We’re not here to cause trouble.”

You hum in disagreement as Levi closes the door behind you. “That’s yet to be determined.”

Without waiting for him to reply back, you commence up the stairs to the manor, ready to get this over with. But Levi easily catches up to you and takes his place at your right, hooking your waist with an arm to secure you back at his side.

“Don’t stray,” he hisses at you in warning, taking the lead up the stairs. “We’re here together, love. Remember that.”

You tsk irritably. “So I’m on a leash now?”

Levi clenches his jaw beside you as you reach the front of the stairs. “If that’s what being engaged to me feels like to you,” he says bitterly, “then yes.”

You glower at him. “That’s not what I meant,” you say crossly, even though you still feel a pang guilty that he took it that way.

But Levi is no longer paying attention to you. He’s noticed someone up ahead that’s made him go tense beside you. Before you can follow his gaze, Levi subtly steps in front of you, forcing you to come to a stop before him. He leans in, making it appear like he’s kissing you on the forehead affectionately—which he is—but he’s also muttering to you under his breath.

“The Commanding Chief of Police is coming this way,” he informs you tersely. “For your father’s sake, love, do play nicely.”

Sure enough, as Levi steps away, you see a bald man with a structured build in a forest green uniform and wearing a matching colored hat making his way towards you. He has gold, hazel eyes and a distinguished mustache, with light skin and notable wrinkles under his eyes.

Your jaw tightens at the sight of him. **

Dot Pixis. Erwin Smith’s superior.

You’d never met the chief of police in person, but you knew of him. The highest commanding officer of Paradis with over thirty years of experience under his belt. Master tactician, sharp as a fox. There is no one else more qualified to look over this rich-infested district than Pixis. Nor is there anyone more capable of tearing your father down, if given the chance.

This very fact puts you on edge. Levi senses it and rests his hand at the small of your back, subtly reminding you of his presence at your side and telling your body to relax. That you are not here to threaten. Or attack. You’re here to play a part, and you must act it well. So whether you like it or not, the curtains have been drawn; it’s time to act.

Squaring your shoulders back, you straighten and force your sharp, siren gaze to soften. By the time Pixis comes to stands before you, a coy, welcoming smile curves your lips.

“Mr. Ackerman!” the old man says to Levi in greeting. “Is this beautiful young lady who I think it is?”

Levi gives him a small smile in confirmation. “Commander.” He then gestures to you with an open hand. “I’d like to present to you my fiancée, Anya Ymir.”

You automatically offer Pixis a gloved hand for him to take and you try not to recoil when he takes it and bows his head down to kiss it out of chivalry.

“Dot Pixis,” he tells you. “At your service, my lady.”

“It is an honor to meet you, sir,” you muster out politely. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“And I of you. Truthfully, I’m surprised your father and fiancé even allowed you to grace us with your presence this evening.” Pixis turns to Levi. “To what do we owe such a pleasure?”

Levi opens his mouth to speak but he gets cut off by a deep voice behind you.

“You’ll have to forgive me for that, Commander.”

You and Levi turn simultaneously to find your father walking up the last set of stairs in your direction, looking as confident and powerful as ever in a dark tailored tux, black collared dress shirt, and black patent shoes. The proud look on his face as he takes in your attire before resting on your mother’s necklace with a smile of approval has you smothering down a smirk, but he’s easily boosted your confidence tenfold.

Your eyes then slide over to his right, to where Eren follows closely behind him. He’s wearing a similar dark tailored tuxedo over a white button up shirt and bow tie like Levi, but you’ve never seen this look on Eren before and you can’t deny that he looks all the more handsome in it.

At the sight of you, Eren halts in surprise, looking absolutely enthralled by you.

You swallow nervously, trying to steel yourself against the heat of his gaze. Because you shouldn’t care how he looks at you. You shouldn’t care that he’s looking at you with those heavenly green eyes of his like you’re the only person in the room, like you’re the only one that matters—but you do. You can’t help it. And you hate yourself sick for it, because of course, none of this goes unnoticed by Levi.

Your fiancé responds by wrapping his hand around your waist possessively to pull you closer to him, causing you to rest a hand against his chest to keep you balanced from the sudden shift. Eren gets the hint and hastily looks away, swallowing down the agony from having to see you at Levi’s side and being reminded that you’re already well spoken for.

Eren’s pained expression gives you an uncomfortable tightness in your chest, but the feeling quickly passes as Ymir draws your attention back to Pixis by coming to stand beside you to face the chief together.

“But as my one and only child,” Ymir continues to say coolly, “Anya is very precious to me. I can’t have her in the company of just anyone. As I’m sure you understand—” Ymir gestures towards Pixis with a raised brow “—being a father and… grandfather now, I believe?”

Pixis gives your father an even smile. “A baby boy, yes.”

Ymir smiles, not missing a beat. “Congratulations. I’m sure your son and his wife are overjoyed with the newest addition to the family. Please, do give them my regards.”

You study your father’s interaction with Pixis closely. As polite and civil as this conversation sounds between Pixis and your father, there’s an unspoken message being sent between them with this particular exchange of information.

I can get my hands on your own, Ymir’s icy blue eyes seem to say to Pixis, just as easily as you can get your hands on mine.

Pixis’ tone is measured as he replies, “I will be sure to let them know.”

Ymir nods. “Good man. Now if you’ll excuse us.” Your father turns to you and offers his left arm for you to take. “There’s a handful of people I need to introduce my daughter to this evening.” Ymir kisses you on the crown of your head. “Come along, sweetheart.”

Levi is forced to release you from his hold and step back as you reach out to link your arm with your father’s instead.

Pixis smiles. “Of course. Enjoy your evening.” He steps back and waves you all forward, removing his hat and bowing his head respectfully as Ymir begins to guide you away towards the manor to join the rest of the guests inside. “My men and I will be patrolling the area,” Pixis adds on as you go. “If there is any trouble, I assure you we will do everything in our power to make sure the ones responsible are held accountable for their crimes. Everyone’s safety this evening is our number one priority.”

You and Levi come to a halt the same moment Ymir does, having heard the underlying threat in the Commander’s words.

When you glance over your shoulder you find Pixis fixing you all with a knowing look and you watch your father closely beside you, awaiting for his next move. But there’s an easy, carefree smile on Ymir’s face as he glances over his shoulder to Pixis.

“And we thank you for your service, Commander,” Ymir replies back mildly before resuming the way into the manor with you and Levi at his side, Eren trailing close behind.

“He just threatened us,” you hiss at your father through gritted teeth, struggling to hold down your anger.

“And he certainly won’t be the last,” Ymir assures you dismissively as he guides you past the entrance hall and into the ballroom where all the guests are gathered.

You want to say more but the elegance and splendor of the ballroom before you distracts you completely. The room itself spans over seventy meters long and is adorned with colossal arched mirrors opposite various windows that overlook the gardens outside. Gilded ceilings and statues border its marble walls while dazzling glass chandeliers hang from the vaulted, ornately painted ceiling depicting the history of Paradis and the monarchy’s illustrious rule.

The glorious moment, however, is short lived.

The second you and your party walk into the room, heads turn. Your fingers naturally curl tightly against the fabric of your father’s sleeve, seeking comfort and trying to remain as poise as possible despite your uneasiness.

It’s not that you’re not used to the attention. In fact, you normally relish on having this kind of effect on people with your mere presence, but the look on these peoples faces isn’t one of fear or wariness, like you’re so used to eliciting. This crowd has a look of unmasked scrutiny and contempt that sets your teeth on edge.

Your father, however, pays them no heed and continues to parade you across the room with the same air of authority and confidence he always carries, letting the crowd part in half for him like they always do.

That’s when the reality of where you are really sinks in.

Being the capital city of Paradis, Mitras is home to the king of Paradis and his nobles. You shouldn’t be surprised by the amount of lords and ladies present. Of all the government officials and powerful businessman, both domestically and abroad, mingling freely under the same roof as you. But you are. Which is why you’re thankful it’s your father standing beside you right now because some of that confidence manages to rub off on you, and you will yourself to replicate his arrogance, even if its nothing more than a ruse. Because these are the kind of powerhouse individuals your father is after. It’s why he chose to reside here along with them instead of back with you in the Founding Sector. And why he’s got that hungry look in his eyes as he takes in the crowded room, like a boy in a candy store ready to dig in and take his fill.

Power calls to power, after all.

Halfway across the room, a small middle-aged woman dressed in a fine silk kimono stops your father to greet him. She’s got small facial features, thin eyebrows, and black hair neatly kept in a bun. Ymir kisses her offering hand politely and introduces her to you as Kiyomi Azumabito, an international ambassador from a small, independent country called Hizaru.

As Ymir and Kiyomi exchange pleasantries, you spot Furlan and Isabel amongst the butlers, serving guests drinks and strange-looking delicacies. You glance over at Levi hovering behind you who has noticed them as well but gives no sign of recognition in his deadpan gaze — not that there would be when Furlan and Isabel are clearly meant to be undercover.

While one of these house butlers passes by, you swipe a glass of champagne from his serving tray and swallow it down in one go. Ymir doesn’t notice but Levi and Eren do and you sense their judgmental eyes on you from behind.

You blatantly ignore them.

As another butler passes by, you discard the empty one on his tray in lieu of a full one, but Levi snatches it before you can take it. You don’t have time to reach out for another because Levi quickly ushers the butler away.

You frown at him for doing this but he nods to your right and you reluctantly follow his gaze. A short, overweight nobleman with a round face, short black hair, and a light mustache is making his way over to your group with a wide and excited smile on his face.

Your father notices him too. “Lord Reiss!”

Ymir greets the high lord with a firm shake of the hand before beckoning you forward to greet the host of tonight’s event. When your father informs him of your engagement to Levi, Lord Reiss frowns and takes your left hand to inspect it.

“Is she, now? Well, where’s the ring?!” He then winks at you and leans in close for you and your father to hear. “You have been hiding her from the world too long, Ymir. You know, the king is in search of a bride for his oldest son and heir. I have no daughter of my own or I would have sent her to court long ago. But you, my friend, are blessed with a golden opportunity!”

You tense as Lord Reiss’ gaze falls to you meaningfully, making your eyes narrow suspiciously.

Is he…mocking you?

You, a girl with no real title, winning over a crown prince? You nearly laugh out loud at the notion, but Lord Reiss speaks with assertiveness as he directs his next words to your father.

“If you desire,” he offers rather slyly, “I can request an audience for her with the king.” He shrugs. “And who knows? If such a union were to come to fruition, I’m sure we can find a way for you to repay me the small favor.” Lord Reiss throws you a nefarious grin. “Though I’m sure she’ll do well in court. They value beauty above all else, and beauty like hers is fit for a queen. She was born to rule.”

Ymir smirks proudly. “She was born to rule indeed.”

You stare at your father in disbelief. Were you hearing this correctly? Is this why your father wanted you present at this event? To catch the attention of the royal court’s influences?

You turn to Levi behind you, waiting for his opposition. Him and Eren were close enough to hear the conversation despite Lord Reiss trying to exclude them from it so you know he’s heard everything. But Levi’s grey eyes are blank and void of emotion. Unlike Eren—who looks horrified by the idea of you marrying into the royal family—the only sign that tells you Levi’s remotely bothered by this is the tightening of his jaw and the faint traces of a scowl across his face.

Still, he makes no move of interfering.

And you don’t understand why.

“We’ll discuss this further another time. I’ll be in touch,” Lord Reiss says, clapping your father on the shoulder with finality before stepping away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must see to the rest of my guests. But please, make yourselves at home and enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Your gloved hands curl into fists as you watch the noble go. You wait until Lord Reiss disappears amongst the crowd before turning to your father with a scowl.

“There will be no future talks of this, Father,” you tell him matter-of-factly. “I suggest you make that clear to him before this goes completely over his head and he tries to—”

“Silence.” Ymir commands roughly under his breath, sharply cutting you off while his eyes remain fixed on the people nearby. “We will not speak of this here.”

“There is nothing TO talk about!”

“Enough!” Ymir growls impatiently. “This is no place for one of your tantrums.”

You turn to your fiancé for help. “Levi!”

But Levi averts your gaze, quiet. Unwilling to speak against your father. And the betrayal hits you like a hard kick to the stomach.

You stumble back, feeling nauseous. Would Levi really stand aside and allow you to marry someone else if it meant respecting your father’s wishes?

You shake your head.

Fuck.

This.

You turn to leave, blinking back the tears welling in your eyes. But before you can take more then a couple steps, Ymir snatches you by the wrist and anchors you in place. “Do not forget why you are here,” he hisses in your ear. “Must I remind you what you stand to lose if you disobey me?”

You’re about to retaliate when someone calls for your father over his shoulder, drawing his attention away from you. As Ymir turns to face them, you catch a glimpse of a man with receding gray hair in a well decorated military uniform and a refined, middle aged woman at his side.

“General Zackly,” Ymir says, greeting the military official with a respectful handshake and the woman beside him with a kiss on the hand. “My lady.”

You raise an eyebrow at the military name, your interest momentarily peaked. General Darius Zackly was a name you’ve heard quite often and one who plays an essential role in your father’s plans regarding the expansion of his manufacturing business. Armin had once predicted that the threat of war would aid in your father’s ambitions to supply and manufacture weapons for the military, and based on the way the general looks so pleased to see Ymir, Armin was right.

Your father then turns to you with a smile so charming and radiant, you’re briefly reminded of why it’s so easy for people to get so taken with your father and want to say yes to him for everything.

Not that it works on you, of course. You remain every bit upset.

As Ymir introduces you to the general and his wife, Lady Irene, you take in the general’s sunken and tired-looking eyes. He wears glasses and has noticeable wrinkles on his face, as well as a gray scruffy-looking full beard and mustache. Not to mention he is also rather short for a man of such high status and power. He barely reaches your father’s shoulders, but that doesn’t seem to deter the man’s confidence or authority. You overhear Zackly asking your father about the progress of a shipment but you can’t really focus on the details because you’re still reeling from your previous encounter with Lord Reiss.

Zackly’s wife notices how flushed your cheeks are and looks to you with concern.

“Darling, are you alright?” She waves her hand in front of you like a fan to provide you with some air. “Do you need to lie down for a minute?”

Your eyes dart over to your father who watches you closely as all attention is drawn to you. “I’m alright,” you reply to her politely. “Thank you, though.”

“Are you sure?” Lady Irene smiles sweetly. “We can leave these men here to talk business while us ladies explore the gardens and get some fresh air.” She begins to lead you away. “Is this your first—?”

But your father takes your arm and holds you back, preventing Lady Irene from taking you anywhere. “My Lady,” he intervenes politely. “Thank you for your concern, but she is perfectly alright here with me.” He nods at Zackly. “General, I’ll keep you posted. Please excuse us.” Ymir’s hold on you never eases up as he ushers you forward. “Come along, sweetheart.”

You try fighting against your father’s iron-like grip as soon as he puts some space between you and the Zackly’s. “You can’t keep treating me like this!” you argue resentfully. “I’m not a child anymore!”

“I will stop treating you like a child when you stop acting like one.”

Your chest rises and falls rapidly, trying to stifle down your indignation as Ymir introduces you to another nobleman shortly after. But the most you can muster is a false smile before turning away, losing interest and not caring how rude it might appear to everyone around you.

You’re not used to entertaining such company as your father is, after all. The last time you ever attended one of these social gatherings was when you were twelve—when you realized you didn’t want to take part in such insufferable displays of dominance and frivolous activity. Your father had acceded to your wishes then. Had never thought it necessary for you to join him because it had never been in the cards for you.

So why was he all of a sudden changing the layout of the game?

Your father was an ambitious man, yes. But the crown?

Impossible.

It was beyond reach. There’s no way the Ymir clan could ever attain such level of power.

Except…

Your father has risen higher than any man of his background ever could. And you fear how long he’s had this idea brewing in his head. When exactly had it stopped being a mere pipe dream for him and become something more tangible?

Lord Tybur, an influential and powerful high lord from Marley, is the last person you stomach meeting tonight before you decide you’ve had enough.

You know your father’s guards are most likely on standby near the main entrance and will escort you back inside if they see you step out. And there’s no way of going out back through the servant’s doorway when Isabel and Furlan are annoyingly stationed. So you’ll have to improvise.

Taking advantage of the fact that your father has lowered his guard around you after playing docile around him for a while, and with Levi preoccupied with another nobleman, you turn on your heels without warning in search of an exit.

Ymir promptly reaches out to pull you back the second you do and when he fails, Levi rushes forward. Eren is the only one smart enough not to try.

“Anya!” Levi snarls when you roughly yank your wrist out of his grip and storm off.

You flip him off without looking back, swiping a glass of champagne from a butler walking by in the process. You down the drink in one go, ignoring all the hypercritical eyes and ears in the room as you do.

You’re furious and you’re hurt as it is. With your father, with Levi, with the world. You couldn’t care less about anything else.

Eventually you meander your way through a set of double doors leading out into a patio overlooking the garden.

Lacking a coat, the brisk November air slices through you like a freshly open wound as you step out into the night. You’re too emotionally unhinged to let it deter you though as you cut across the open area in search of a means to escape from this hellhole.

There’s a few guests scattered around the garden, taking leisurely strolls with their partners. Many of them begin to greet you as they see you approach but stop halfway when they notice the murderous look in your eyes.

You’re halfway through sweeping the area when you hear the familiar apprehensive footsteps behind you.

“There’s no way out through here, if that’s what you’re looking for,” Eren warns gently against the darkness of the night. “It’s gated all around.”

You halt in your tracks.

To be honest, you knew of this fact way before you’d even tried to break away from your father’s side. The moment you stepped foot inside this manor was you submitting to this truth, but hearing Eren say it depresses the hell out of you. And just for a moment, because it’s just him and this whole evening has been mercilessly wearing you down, you let your walls down.

You turn to him, your eyes pleading. “I need to get out of here,” you whisper desperately. “Please, get me out of here.”

Eren’s expression crumbles at the unsteadiness in your voice, at the frailness. Without hesitation, he moves towards you, ready to do as you ask.

Until Levi’s deep and sharp voice cuts through the night behind Eren, startling you both and making Eren freeze in place.

“I suggest you run off and tell Ymir we’ve located his daughter,” Levi warns Eren, coming to stand into view a few feet away from him. “Before you do something you will undoubtedly regret.”

Eren has his back to Levi but you know he can sense your fiancé’s glare radiating behind him, letting you know Levi had overheard you talking to him. Still, much to his credit, Eren looks at you with a torn expression, not wanting to leave you alone with Levi.

But reality ultimately sinks in for him and Eren’s shoulders begin to sag in defeat. You shake your head at him when this happens, silently begging him not to listen to your fiancé, wanting Eren to take you with him instead.

“Now,” Levi barks out impatiently when Eren lingers too long.

Eren frowns at Levi’s command but treats his departure like he were ripping off a band aid. Eyes shut regretfully, Eren hastily turns on his heels and forces himself to walk away from you in search of your father. He never once looks back.

Levi‘s eyes follow after Eren suspiciously as he walks past him before his deadpan gaze jumps back to you. “You were warned against acting out tonight,” he grits out, cutting the space between you. “How many times did I tell you to —”

You roll your eyes and turn to walk away before he can reach you. “Fuck off.”

Levi growls. “Now is not the time to act like a bloody brat!” He rushes after you before you can go deeper into the gardens. “Anya!” He reaches for your arm to make you stop, but you whirl on him before he can get a good grip.

“How long have you known?” you demand from him viciously, forcing him to draw back as you advance on him instead. “Just answer me that. How long have you know?”

Levi’s frustration leaves him the moment he sees the hurt flash across your face as you look up at him expectantly, knowing what you’re referring to and are anxiously waiting for an answer.

“I swear this is the first time I’m hearing of it.”

You shove at his chest with fists full of rage. “Liar!”

Levi flinches, hating that you don’t believe him. “I’m not lying!” He tries to reach out to you, trying to stop you from walking away from him, but there’s no pulling you back in at this point. You slip out of his hold and force him to stand by and watch as you walk around aimlessly in front of him, your eyes wide with hysteria.

“This has been the plan all along, hasn’t it?” you say with sudden realization, finally making sense of things. “Why he’s been prolonging our engagement. So he can marry me off to the crown.”

Levi shakes his head, pained. “That’s not true—”

“Maybe he’ll even get lucky and they’ll bestow him the title of Duke. Then he’ll be just like them right?” you sneer, pointing in the general vicinity of the Reiss manor somewhere to your right. “That’s what he wants, isn’t it?”

Levi takes a ginger step towards you. “Anya, lower your voice.”

You draw farther away. “Why should I?” you say even more loudly. “It’s a grand plan! Everyone should hear of it! ‘What a brilliant man!’ they’ll say. ‘He did really well for himself.’ He’ll be the prime example of what a middle class businessman can achieve, if they just work hard enough.” You laugh dryly. “Oh, I can just see it now. He’ll be eating it all up! With people marveling at his feet.” Your eyes sharpen as your gaze locks with his and you add in a tone laced with venom, “Just the way you do.”

Levi’s eyes narrow at the snide comment. “What are you talking about?”

You shrug. “You seem perfectly okay with this. And why shouldn’t you be? You’ll finally be free of me forever—”

“Don’t be absurd!” he snaps at you. “Of course I’m not okay with this! But you know as well as I do that Ymir needs more than just strong influences to make this happen.”

You bark out a laugh. “Are you serious? Look around you! My father’s network runs deeper than any ocean. It’s taken him years, but trust me, he’s got all the right friends in all the right places.” You resume your pacing. “Now it’s only a matter of time. Soon I’ll get married off to some pompous prince, get locked up in some golden royal cage so I can’t cause trouble for anyone. I’ll be nothing more than a pretty puppet with the hands of the royal court pulling my strings. They’ll keep me under their control, docile and complacent. When the old king dies, the country will have it’s new king and queen, and everyone will live happily ever after, right?”

Levi shakes his head, his jaw taut. “That’s not going to happen,” he insists through clenched teeth. “Ymir wouldn’t break off the engagement like this. He’s a man of his word.”

But even as he says this, Levi sounds uncertain. And for good reason.

You yourself would have thought that no matter how inclined your father seemed by the idea, he wouldn’t break the pact he sealed with the Ackerman clan years ago—out of gratitude and respect for his fallen friend. If he did, surely, the Ackerman clan would retaliate. They’re lethal regardless of the small numbers they have.

Except…

Ymir would have the royal crown supporting him. All his past crimes would be pardoned. And with the military after them, the Ackerman clan would be silenced indefinitely.

“You know him as well as I do, Levi,” you tell him flatly. “We know how his mind works and we know what he wants. And… we very well know the great lengths he’ll go to get it.”

Levi shakes his head. “You’re wrong. This is different.”

A flicker of annoyance flashes across your features by his stubbornness. “Levi, he’s going to break off this engagement.”

“No.”

“Whether you like it or not doesn’t matter. In the end, we’re nothing but pawns in this little game of his.”

“Is that what you think of yourself?” an approaching voice says in bewilderment. “A mere pawn?”

You look over Levi’s shoulder to find your father walking into the clearing before you, with Eren at his heels, avoiding your gaze.

“You were the one who had wanted to join in on this game of power and vengeance, darling,” Ymir points out almost mockingly. “So here I am, putting you on the playing field, as you wanted. And not just any piece. The most powerful playing piece on the board.”

You scowl, stalking towards him. “No. This is what you want. To build your legacy.”

“Yes,” Ymir replies back firmly. “And my legacy is you.”

You stop dead in your tracks, momentarily taken aback by his words. But just before they can mellow you over, you snap out of their hold with a shake of the head. You refuse to be so easily swayed.

“Then what of Levi?” you demand, gesturing to your fiancé standing across the clearing, watching your father with anticipation. “And the Ackermans? You would turn your back on them for power and glory?”

Ymir gives Levi a long, evaluating look before finally saying, “I will forever be in debt to the Ackerman clan. They are family.” Ymir then turns to you. “And we honor and value family and loyalty above all else, do we not? That will never change, no matter what happens. Understood?” He then extends a hand out for you to take. “Now come, I’ve saved the best of tonight for last.”

You turn to glance over at Levi warily, neither of you quite satisfied or certain of where this has left things in terms of the future. Ymir expects you to trust him and have you believe that he’s doing all this for your benefit, for the family’s benefit.

So why don’t you believe him?

—

On your way back to the manor, your father unbuttons his jacket and takes it off to drape it over your shoulders after hearing you sneeze just moments before. Whether he did this as a form of affection or because he’s trying to win you over is unclear to you, but you accept it all the same. Once bundled up, he resumes escorting you across the garden and up the stairs to the patio. Levi and Eren following suit.

As you arrive in front of the double doors leading back to the ballroom floor, you brace yourself, knowing you have no other choice but to get back in there.

Ymir notices this.

“You look just like your mother,” he says to you with as much casualness as if he were conversing about the weather. But when you look up at him, his eyes are soft and warm at the mention of your mother, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of the man he was before your mother died. His gaze is rueful as it then falls to the diamonds around your neck. “Wear them proudly.”

You eye him strangely. This is the second time tonight your father has complimented you so openly and you don’t know what to make of it.

Your father doesn’t notice your reaction though, and reaches out to open the door for you, waving you forward. The second you step back inside, you grimace internally as you’re immediately bombarded with the liveliness and bustling noise of the room. But the champagne in your system has worked its magic into your bloodstream. Your agitation has, for the most part, simmered down.

All that is left to be placated is your curiosity.

You glimpse over your shoulder at Eren walking behind you. His purpose here in particular. But given that oblivious expression on Eren’s face, it’s clear that even he doesn’t know as to why your father requested his presence here tonight.

So he does as you do now. Follow silently and without question as Ymir begins to lead you to the far back of the room and down a hallway to the right, away from the main event and its many guests. The hallway itself is adorned with random, overly-valued sculptures made of delicate marble. And you struggle keeping your intrusive thoughts from taking over as your fingers twitch with the desire to push one off its pedestal. For no reason in particular. Just to see what would happen.

But then your focus snaps back to attention as the door at the far end of the corridor opens.

A tall man with blue eyes and wearing circular glasses steps out of the room. He’s got shaggy blond hair and a matching mustache that connects down to his beard. He’s also got broad shoulders and a well-toned physique that can closely match your father’s.

You frown at him oddly. There’s something familiar about his face that jostles your memories. Which is strange because you're certain you've never seen this man before in your life.

As blondie spots your father coming down the hallway, a wide smile breaks across his face, his arms stretching out to welcome your father. “Well if it isn’t Thomas Ymir!”

Before your father can greet him in return, something shatters loudly behind you. You turn around the same moment Ymir and Levi do and find Eren with a pale and horrified look on his face.

Your eyes instantly widen as you realize why. Lying on the floor is one of the marble busts you all passed by moments before, now in pieces by his feet.

Levi pulls you back so you don’t step or slip on one of the shards scattered on the floor as you snicker in amusement. “Someone’s had a little too much to drink,” you tease Eren, thinking that might help him relax a bit since he continues to stand tense and frozen in place before you.

For a moment you think such behavior reasonable. He did just single handedly destroy a valuable work of art belonging to a very powerful high lord, after all. But at a closer look you realize his eyes are not drawn to the irreparably broken sculpture before him, but rather at the tall man in glasses down the hall facing your father.

Your voice seems to break Eren out of his paralysis though and he begins to draw back, excusing himself and mumbling something incoherent about informing someone about the broken mess. He then turns the corner and disappears from the hallway.

The second he does, Blondie bursts out laughing.

“Did you see his face?” he asks your father. “Young lad nearly pissed himself! Where did you find this guy? He looks hopeless!”

Ymir doesn’t join in on the jest, merely smiles politely at Blondie before replying, “He has his purposes.” Ymir then turns and beckons you to come forward so he can introduce you to him.

You sigh inwardly, but adhere to him all the same.

As it turns out, the guy’s name is Zeke Ksaver, one of your father’s business partners from Marley. And based on the traces of tattoos peeking out from under his sleeve and the thick gold ring he wears on his right index finger with an ape signet in the center, he’s none other than the crime lord of the Beast Sector in Marley. Not an enemy of your father’s per se, but a rival all the same.

“Ah, yes,” Zeke tells you after Ymir introduces you to him, “I’ve heard all about you.” There’s a dark gleam in his eye as he sizes you up and it rubs you the wrong way as he then adds, “What an absolutely stunning, murderous little thing you have here, Ymir.”

Levi growls lowly beside you, his radar going off as well. “Careful how you speak of her, Beast.”

The second he hears Levi, Zeke points at your fiancé excitedly. “The orphan! Yes? Levi Ackerman. Your skills and talent are quite admirable, son.” He extends a hand in front of him for Levi to shake in greeting, but Levi gives no signs of taking it.

This doesn’t faze Zeke in the least. Withdrawing his hand with a mere shrug, he bids your father farewell and takes his leave.

You scowl after him as he goes with your arms crossed over your chest.

Something was really off about that man. Of that much you were certain of. Your disgust only increases when Eren decides to return with the clean up crew just as Zeke is about to turn the corner out of the hallway. He pats Eren on the shoulder as he passes which makes Eren flinch and you catch his eyes flicker nervously in your direction.

You throw invisible daggers at the back of Zeke’s head with a glare. “You keep the most horrid for company, Father,” you remark, not bothering to hide the distaste from your voice.

“You’ve seen nothing yet, darling,” your father replies vaguely. “Now, come.” He turns towards the door Zeke came out of moments ago and reaches for the handle.

“What’s in there?” you ask.

“Unfinished business,” is all your father says.

—

You obediently follow your father inside with Levi close behind you. Eren trails in moments later after leaving the house staff to clean up after his mess. But after you realize the kind of room it is, you wonder if he’ll end up walking back out.

Ymir has led you into an entertainment room that consists of pool tables and other recreational activities for guests to utilize at their disposal during their stay.

You look around the room full of old men drinking and smoking and playing poker or throwing darts with a frown. “I don’t get it,” you say to your father. “Why are we here?”

Ymir gives you a crooked smile. “To deliver a message.”

You follow after him as he moves further into the room, scanning the crowd as he goes, clearly on the hunt for someone. You have no intel over who your father’s after, but you don’t really need it.

In a table at the far end of the room sit a couple of old geezers playing poker. One of them glances up from his cards and notices Ymir walking towards them. And when the old man's face turns sour, you know Ymir has located his target.

Ymir stops in front of his table, his hands in the pocket of his trousers, appearing calm and relaxed. “Lord Wald,” your father says, addressing the fat noble in the center of the table.

The noble in question is an overweight man with a round face and a balding head. He’s got wavy blond hair on the sides, gray eyes, and a blond mustache curled at the tips.

Lord Wald forces a smile. “Ah, Mr. Ymir. I’ve been meaning to ring you up. I’m afraid I have bad news.”

Many of his buddies beside him snicker at this which unfortunately only serves to boost Lord Wald’s confidence, mistakenly giving him the impression that because he’s with his rich and powerful pals right now, he’ll be safe from your father’s retaliation.

“We agreed to fifty thousand for completion of business,” Lord Wald says flippantly. “But my wife and I’ve had a bit of misfortune in the market exchange, you see.” He pushes a couple of chips from the center of the table in front of Ymir. “There’s twenty here. You’ll have to wait for the rest.”

You scoff in disbelief, your blood boiling at this dismissive treatment. As if your father were nothing more than some street dog willing to accept any form of food with an excited wag of a tail.

But Ymir doesn’t react to this news at all. It’s almost as if he’s been expecting to hear this, which catches the nobles at the table off guard when Ymir glances down at the chips on the table, but does not move to take it.

Ymir then begins to slowly circle the table the way you know predators circle their prey, all the while his voice remains pleasant and mild. “After my people completed their task, they collected all the photographs, letters, and cheques that were causing you concern. I now have them in a safe place.” After a meaningful beat, Ymir locks eyes with Lord Wald and adds with a tight smile, “For now.”

Lord Wald’s face turns scarlet red as the rest of the nobles turn to him curiously and with raised eyebrows.

You can’t help but smirk. Your father's voice never once rose as he spoke, but everyone had understood what Ymir had insinuated if Lord Wald didn’t do as your father says.

“On Monday, you will give me the fifty thousand we agreed upon,” Ymir says with finality. “In cash.”

But just as Ymir turns to leave, Lord Wald jumps out of his seat, flipping his chair out from under him and looking barking mad. “How the bloody hell did a man like you get into a position of trust?! In a place of power and privilege?!”

You react impulsively, stepping forward with hands curled into fists, ready to climb across the table and take a swing at the bastard. But Levi puts a hand in front of you in warning to keep you from interfering.

“A man like me?” Ymir repeats dryly. “A man like me?” Ymir steps forward and leans over the table separating him from Lord Wald, eyes piercing. “I’ve seen the photographs, my lord. Monday.”

—

Not long after this encounter, Ymir has Eren fetch for his coat, having completed his business for the night. Even as you all cut across the room to head out, Ymir retains that same charismatic presence about him as he says his farewells to his business partners and acquaintances.

All the while you remain livid.

Once you get a clear view of the door leading outside to the open air—to freedom—you walk out, not waiting for your coat or for your father to finish with his last parting wishes to Lord Reiss or whoever the fuck he’s saying goodbye to.

The second you’re out of the manor and on the curbside waiting for your car, the pent up frustration and emotions that had been building up inside you since the social event first started came rushing to the surface.

When Levi gets to you seconds later with your coat, you’re pacing back and forth, struggling to keep it down. “Fucking bastards,” you keep cursing out loud to no one in particular.

“Oi,” Levi warns, urging you to quiet down. He approaches you, trying to get you to put on your coat, but your skin is hot and burning with fury. You’re anything but cold.

As Ymir finally comes down the stairs of the manor to join you with Eren close behind, you can't do it anymore. You go off on him.

With lethal strides, you march up to your father until you stand face to face with him, startling Eren behind him with your intensity.

“Never in my life will you make me go through that again, understood?” you say through bared teeth. “Lock me up, disown me, I don’t fucking care. I refuse to be looked down upon like that again.”

“Anya, this is not the place for this,” Levi hisses in your ear, trying to pull you away from your father, but you roughly shove him aside. There’s no one out here right now except the four of you, but even if there were, you’re far from caring.

“How can you stand them?” you ask your father incredulously, pointing to the manor behind him. “They’re worse than us! Politicians, fucking lords and ladies. They’re all worse than us! But you want me to grovel at their feet like we’re somehow beneath them?”

Ymir offers you no reaction. He stands before you in that same relaxed manner he’s been in all night, looking down at you calmly, patiently, as if waiting for you to finish with your tantrum like any parent might do with their kid when they’re causing a scene in public.

This only pisses you off even more. You shove at his rock hard chest even though he hardly even moves. “Talk dammit! You saw the way they looked at us! No matter how legitimate we become, we will never be seen as their equals. Why can't you see that? Why do you insist on—”

Levi steps in. “That’s enough, Anya*.* Let’s go.”

Behind you, both your car and your father’s car have arrived and Levi starts to drag you to your car while you try and resist him.

“No, stop!” you cry out. “Let me go!”

“Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder,” Levi warns impatiently, caging you in his arms from behind. But before Levi can attempt to shove you into your car, Ymir speaks, and you and Levi stop your wrestling.

“You’re right, Anya,” your father begins to say, moving slowly to the car parked behind yours. “We can’t change how they perceive us. We can only show them what we are capable of.”

You watch anxiously as his driver opens the door for him and your father steps inside. But he doesn’t enter fully. He keeps his right foot outside on the ground and rests a hand against the open car door in front of him to face you. “Perhaps our friend, Lord Wald, is in need of a little demonstration?” he says, throwing you a meaningful look. The small smile on his lips, encouraging. “Care to do the honors?”

You blink for a moment, confused and at a loss for words. Unsure of what to make of this. Was he saying what you think he was saying?

Unconsciously, your eyes slide over to Eren standing beside him. He is looking at you beseechingly, silently begging you not to do this. But then you recall the look of contempt and disrespect all of those nobles had casted in your direction at the sight of you. The way Lord Wald and his buddies snickered at your father, fully intent on making a fool out of him before your father had gone and given them a quick reality check.

Your siren eyes harden. “With pleasure,” you reply gruffly, pointedly ignoring the disapproving look on Eren’s face as you turn your back on him and step inside your vehicle. Levi following right behind you.

[syoish-aot]

I know I posted about it yesterday but I seriously can't stop thinking about Floch/Reader/Eren in a Ten Seconds sequel!! Floch, that little bastard, as INVADED MY BRAIN!!! I love an enemies to lovers story and it becomes so BEAUTIFULLY COMPLICATED if a Floch/Reader romance blooms in this verse ahhhhh

listen here:

[Eren/Reader/Floch - established Eren/Reader, reader is asexual]

Floch's been in love with Eren since DAY 1 of them meeting (Eren was his bi awakening) so when they start having casual sex in their first year of uni but Eren's really clear with him about "no feelings" SO he bottles those feelings up (it's cliche but KEEP READING)

THEN when Eren starts dating you (aka the whole plot of Ten Seconds) Floch is so fucking heart broken because Eren had told him over and over again that he doesn't date people and just fucks

BUT AT LEAST you and Eren start to have a really weird nontraditional relationship where Eren still fucks other people (which Floch DOES NOT understand and eventually comes out as aphobia because he's ignorant don't worry he will learn)

Even though he can get railed by your boyfriend, Floch still hates you with a burning passion because Eren's so clearly in love with you and the way he looks at you is different than how Eren's ever looked at anyone else

And Floch can't help the jealousy that burns a hole in his heart every time he sees it

Meanwhile you:

Have never really understood why Floch hates you so much. Especially since it started even before you and Eren were dating

So you tend to just ignore Floch so you don't have to deal with the headache

You know Eren likes hanging out with him (and having sex with him) so you're not going to get in the way of that

Then one day you show up to Eren's apartment just as Floch is leaving. Floch doesn't notice you're there. You see a different side of him than you've ever seen - he's softer, less angry, smiling and even laughs (a genuine laugh too, not a laugh used to mock someone)

And it makes you start seeing him in a completely different way

You start to notice the little things: how he always hesitates before saying something mean, how his eyes light up when he gets a text from a friend, how he always looks like he's about to reach out to touch Eren before he stops and pulls back.

You start to learn little things too: he gets terrible allergies in the spring, he's deathly afraid of rodents, he plays the piano and has one of the most angelic singing voices you've ever heard (and he doesn't know you heard him singing, so you can't even compliment him on it)

So you're dating Eren

Eren's fucking Floch

Floch hates you

And you... you're starting to find it hard to hate him back

Honestly, you're starting to find it hard to feel anything but the OPPOSITE of hatred...

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[sultrysparkles]

"cmon baby one more..." he coos into your ear, nails still digging into the fleshy fat of your ass as he guides your hips up and down on his girthy cock. he was determined to get one more orgasm from you. he had to.

it felt like forever. you had been bouncing up and down on his shaft for what felt like ages. you couldn't even recall when it all had started. one orgasm to another, he simply couldn't get enough. he was addicted.

you felt that same knot in your stomach tighten again, this time it was much tighter and intense. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened, your nails engraving small crescents.

your boyfriend had noticed this, he swiftly grabs onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming himself into you at an cervix bruising pace. it was so quick you could barely could even process your own high approaching by second. then you felt it.

back arched, eyes rolled all the way back, jaw dropped, legs trembling. it was intense and heavenly. you've never felt anything so good in your life. it was so good that you didn't even notice the fluid you had squirted everywhere.

as you came back down from your high you realized your boyfriends thrusts had came to an abrupt end. "w-whyd you stop?" you ask, somewhat disappointed. but your boyfriend was looking into your eyes, a cheeky smirk plastered all over his face. "dirty girl- you squirted on me..." he panted out, slowly beginning to buck his hips into your cunt again.

you notice the tacky thin layer of liquid painted between your thighs and his lap. you let out a breathy sigh before your boyfriend whispers into your ear.

"y'think you could do that again for me pretty?"

gojo, geto, nanami, kirishima, hawks, denki, eren, jean + any of ur favs !!

[deathc-re]

oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.

you want to go shopping? here's his card.

you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!

you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.

he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.

he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.

he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.

he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.

he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."

NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!

[bloodyboi]

[fatherbrat]

when you and eren broke up you blocked him on everything. instagram, twitter, gmail, spotify, cashapp, everything. you said that break up was gonna be the last one, and you meant it. so how did you end up here? in the backseat of connie’s car, with eren’s cock buried deep in your cunt and his hands cupping your face. “you’re fuckin’ mine forever,” he murmurs, and you can feel how much he means it, his desperation. you should tell him no, that after this you’ll never speak to him again. but you’re too far gone; cock-drunk and stupid, babbling nonsense about needing him to go faster, harder, deeper. he laughs, actually laughs at you. tells you how he just knew you’d come around, you’re made for him after all (at least, your pussy is). and as you reach your climax, gasping and moaning his name, you just know you never should have tried to break up with him in the first place.

[tonycries]

Little Heaven

Synopsis. He’s just your friend-with-benefits, right? So why - in the still haze of the soft sheets and you, fúcking you so sensual and tenderly - does he feel like he’s found his own personal heaven?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, kinda fluffy, he’s both pússydrunk and in love, slow to rough, marking, mentions of marriage and kids, morning, swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. Probably the fluffiest smút I’ve ever written.

You were just his friend-with-benefits, right? No strings attached, right? 

So why was he here? Sinking into your plush mattress, quiet morning sun just barely peeking in through the curtains as he wraps his arms around your naked figure. 

God, he really shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be laying you on your side, drinking in your soft little, “G’mornin’.” Both of your movements languid and still burning with soreness. Your hips pushing back desperately into his as he positions himself so that his leaking tip was just kissing your swollen folds. 

He shouldn’t be whispering soft kisses into the marks that littered your skin. Licking one, long stripe up the sinful trail of hickies down your neck. All sensual touches where it was bruising grips last night. 

That was rule #1, right? No marks. 

Or was it #4… 

Ah, right now he couldn’t give less of a fuck. Not when his greedy eyes wander the expanse of your face, fingers trailing along the features he’s mapped a thousand times over. Tracing delicate patterns across your skin, snaking down, down, down to leisurely lift your leg a little higher. 

Bare chest warm against your back, his voice is low and gravelly in your ear as he whispers, “I had a dream y’know.” 

Mind still thinly veiled with sleep, you lean into his warm touch, “Mhm?” 

Your breath hitches at the way he drags his swollen head teasingly across your slit, pooling your slick on his achingly hard tip. Smearing your juices with his thumb as he pumps himself lazily. It’s so torturously good. You almost miss the way he buries his face into the crook of your neck, murmuring a soft “Had a dream of us.”

Oh? 

Before you can overthink his words, he’s nudging in gently. So agonizingly gentle. And you can do nothing more than let out barely-audible whispers of his name as he bullies his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. 

You feel so full. So drunk off of the delicious burn of your pussy and him. 

And it seems he was drunk on you just as much, because as soon as his hips are flush against yours, the words escape him. So quiet and groggy with sleep, that you almost don’t catch them.

“Had a dream that I made you my beautiful bride.”

Oh. 

That was new. His words hung heavy in the heady air. 

Shivers run down your spine - all the way to where he was buried in your dripping cunt. Your voice is slightly shaky as you let out a humorless laugh, “Oh yeah? Must’ve been a nightmare then.”

Soft lips press against your forehead, breathing in your scent. Absolutely searing as he mutters out a muffled, “No, was the best dream I ever had.”

And then, with the audacity of someone who didn’t just send your mind reeling, he pulls his hips back unhurriedly. Immediately fucking into you at a slow, sensual pace. Tip kissing your cervix as he rolls his hips languidly into yours, making sure you feel every bump and graze against your tight walls.

You don’t know what’s more maddening - his agonizing pace or the words that tumble out of his lips. “Y’looked so beautiful in white. So pretty walking down the aisle to me.” 

His lips brush against yours, hands dancing across every inch of you he could reach. Gently caressing the skin like it’s something divine, soothing over the marks from last night as if an apology. “Don’ think I’d want to see anyone else there.”

You glance back at him - only to find his eyes already on you. A jolt of electricity runs across your skin at the pure warmth in them. And you realize that, no, this wasn’t a joke. 

Not trusting yourself to speak, you simply grind your hips down to meet his, abs rubbing against your ass. Letting out a broken whimper of what sounds like his name as he moves down a hand to press rough, little circles over and over your throbbing clit. 

“Saw a little something else too.” he hums, a sly smile curling his lips as his other hand dances across your body to press down on your stomach. Hard. “Saw that I had some competition - two actually. Funny, right?”

“Hah- h-hilarious.” you manage to choke out as his thumb speeds up on your clit, hips moving a bit more purposefully. A bit more like you were used to. Rock-hard cock plunging into your quivering cunt in deliberate, sloppy thrusts that have you white-knuckling the sheets. 

“Though…” he trails off dangerously, pulling back all the way until his furiously hard tip was just kissing your waiting hole. “I wouldn’t really mind.”

And with that he’s sheathing his throbbing erection in your wet pussy completely. A gasp of delight leaves him at the way you take him so readily. Walls sucking him up so sinfully - perfect. You were always so perfect for him. 

“Dreamt we had a lil’ house with a big garden.” God, he can feel his cock harden so painfully at the fucked-out little ah! ah! ah! leaving your pretty lips each time his hip smack into yours. It’s music to his ears, such a shame he just can’t shut the fuck up right now. “And then you dressed the kids up while I made breakfast.”

“Then you made us do taxes and I didn’t even fucking mind.” His voice is strained now, words slurring together as he rams his cock deeper and deeper, glistening with your slick in the soft morning glow. 

“And finally at night, I say we should make a third one.” 

He looks at you, a sly grin stretching his lips, eyes half-lidded and a dangerous twinkle in them that has you wondering whether everything he said before was merely a ruse to fuck you silly. And it probably shows on your face - because he grins lowly in your ear, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we have till our wedding night f’me to fuck you slow.”

And oh he almost feels guilty. But he can’t bring himself to slow down at the way your swollen lips drop into such a pretty oh! at his words. Mewling at the sting of his heavy balls as they smack your ass. Walls clamping down desperately on his dick, milking him for every drop of pleasure. Each thrust into your warm core has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, brows furrowing in ecstasy as he focuses on making you lose your mind. 

He shifts his angle slightly, grinding expertly against your g-spot just right, and you throw your head back, releasing a low moan of his name.

“Shit. Yeah, say m’name, sweetheart. Jus’ like that.” he moans breathlessly. 

His name - soon to be yours.

Maybe.

You turn your head to face him, eyes fiery as you capture his in an equally scorching kiss. Cock slamming into your poor, abused cunt with an intensity that matches that of your lips.

Probably. 

Biting down on his lower lips, soft yet insistent. Humming deliriously against his mouth - and in the heat of it all, he feels you smile against his lips. Ever-so-slightly. 

Definitely. 

And then you’re cumming. White-hot pleasure behind your eyes, walls clamping down so deliciously around his twitching cock. It sends him over the edge as well - whispering your name as if a prayer, voice hoarse with emotions neither of you could name at this very moment. 

Hot ropes of his thick cum paint your trembling cunt white, milking the soul out of him as you both ride out your climaxes together. A creamy ring forming around his base as some truly animalistic part of himself fucks his seed into you - a promise, he likes to think.

“I’m serious about the dream.”

Almost as gentle as that one. 

As the haze settles, his thrusts slowing down to just shallow grinds, a fragile silence envelopes the room as neither of you speak. Because maybe no other words were needed. 

And right now, morning sunlight harsh on his skin, strong arms pulling you warm body flush against his, no one but you two in this quiet world - he doesn’t think he’d like to be anywhere else.

All is well in your little heaven.

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, SUNA, ATSUMU, Tsukishima, Kuroo, EREN

A/N. Bro it took longer to think of what to write than to write this. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・asking them to put on a condom ⸜⸜・

jjk & aot

this can't be happening to him, it's just a joke you're playing on him. he can feel his eye twitching at your words but he mouth says, "okay, no problem." why don't you want him to fuck you raw? do you not trust him? he almost cries when he sinks into your pussy with the rubber around his cock. he can't even enjoy this. the only reason he's staying hard is because he loves you. it's so much discomfort for him. but if you want it, he's not gonna say anything. he just hopes you will let him cum on your body and not into the condom. he won't let his cum go to waste. this is for you happiness and he's not happy. he quickly pulls out to cum on your stomach, but he has a trick up his sleeve.he gathers some of it on his fingers to push it right into you.

- yuuji, gojo, eren, jean, yuuta

"i wouldn't mind if something happened." and by that he means he doesn't mind if you got pregnant. are you saying he has to fuck you with condom just so you don't get pregnant? is that what you mean? he knew the risk ever since you started fucking and that's the thing that drove him to fuck you good and hard. he's trembling at the thought of you carrying his children. people fuck to reproduce and he's one of the people. he doesn't have the motivation to fuck you now that he's wearing a condom. you can't get pregnant now. he's trying so hard to think that he's sliding bare against your walls. that he's doing this he can plant his seed inside of you. he cums with a disgusted whine, all of the cum is in the condom and you're not getting pregnant. he's gonna make sure to cut off the top so he can cum inside the next time.

- reiner, geto, choso, armin, erwin

"okay." he says, it's not a problem. you feel good no matter how. and asking for condom only shows that you are not reckless and care about your heath.

- nanami, megumi, levi

no

- toji

[fairy-angel222]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

— warnings: size kink, cervix fucking, belly bulge, creampie/breeding, throat fucking

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who tie your smaller frame to their bed, their body almost twice the size of yours as they stand over you, their eyes dark with lust at how vulnerable you look.

Who lower themselves onto you as they measure the length of their cock with your body, whistling lowly before looking you in your eyes with a sinister smirk.

“Shit baby, think you can take it?”

Who watch as your eyes widen with a quiver as you tugged at your restraints, only blinking up at them through your lashes with an incoherent mumble, your wet pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation.

No matter how many times you guys did this, you still never got used to how big they were. After all, they were practically a tower next to you, and their dick was nothing short of that size.

“Sorry sweetheart.” they laugh. “forgot you were gagged.”

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who make you watch with teary eyes as their cocks bulge visibly in your stomach. Only halfway in before you’re crying, whining about it being too much. You get so full. Your mewls loud and broken as you moan their name.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose cocks still grow when they’re hard, swelling within the warmth of your walls. Who beg for you to take it. Telling you how good you were doing and how happy it would make them if you take them all the way. Take them deep.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you make them bleed, sharp nails scratching down their backs as you try to adjust around them, tearfully wincing at the sting that came with it.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love to stuff their fingers down your throat while encouraging you to ride them, their hands on your waist as they guide you up and down just the beginning of their length.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose thick fingers fill you like a second dick, making you cry out loudly as they pushed against that spongy spot. Cooing at you and telling you to take it as their fingers harshly curl into you. Thrusting mercilessly until you’re squirting all over their hand with a scream.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who fuck you in every position and against every wall or surface.

Their mouths on your clit and tongues lapping up the wetness between your folds with your legs spread on their shoulders, strong hands being the only thing holding you up.

Their feet planted into the floor as they bounced you on their cock. Folding you like a sex doll by holding your bent knees flush against your chest, roughly lifting you off and back onto their cock. Loud sobs filling the room as their mushroom shaped tip pierced painfully past your cervix, your moans high pitched as your cheeks stain with tears.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who always have to be so careful with you, knowing they could easily break you even if they didn’t mean too.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose hands are twice the length and width of yours, easily pinning both your wrists above your head when during sex.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose big hands easily bruise your delicate skin, your neck always painted purple and blue from him accidentally choking you too hard. Who engulf you with their body in a tight hug to apologize, kissing your head and promising you that they didn’t mean to hurt you.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who groan when you try to suck them off. Your plump lips stretched around their fiery red tip, slobbering down their thick length. Who get off to your struggle, cock twitching with a loud groan when you look up at them innocently. Trying (and failing) to take their cock all the way, your eyes welling with tears when it pushes to the back of your throat.

Who shoot their cum straight into your awaiting mouth. Watching you gag softly as the liquid forces itself down your throat, trickling down the sides of your lips when you smile up at them. Sticking out your tongue to show that you swallowed it all, their thumb running over your bottom lip before letting their spit fall into your awaiting mouth.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who get so carried away by how snug your pussy feels around them. Unknowingly bullying their cocks deeper and deeper. Their brain so foggy that your loud choked cries don’t even register.

Who when riding them, accidentally force you to bottom down. Your salty tears clouding your vision as you sob out that you can’t take it— that they’re so deep and it hurts. That you can feel them fucking past your cervix. Who know that you’re only able to whimper and mewl when the pain turns pleasurable, groans sounding from the back of their throat as their eyes fixed on their tip’s imprint on your belly. Who continue to jerk themselves off with your tight pussy, voice deep and raspy as they praise you for taking it all.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you ask them to be rough with you. Toss you around and slap you when you talk back. Who slam their hips into you with no care, telling you to shut up and take it or they’d leave you empty instead. Who choke you while fucking into you, digging their fingers into your cheeks to shut up your constant cries, scoffing and spitting in your face when your tears begin to fall.

Who bruise your pussy and your neck for days to come, purple and red littering your skin from you being used as nothing but a flesh light. Eventually passing out as orgasm after orgasm was forced from your swollen, aching and sensitive cunt.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who make sure to check up on you afterwards, not letting you sit or walk on your own because they know how sore they left you. Happy when you keep reassuring them that you wanted it, like the fact that they were so rough.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who smirk at the jealous looks you get when he walks hand in hand with you in public, people whispering to each other about the extreme height difference.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you wear their clothes, snuggling into the softness of his hoodies that swallow you whole. The pieces of fabric being sizes too large on your body.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you melt into their lap, muscular arms around your waist as they kiss down your neck softly. Whispering words of praises into your ear with his hot breath fanning against your skin.

“God i love you so much.” they smile, “My pretty little baby.”

[will0waesthetic]

“her lovely hazel eyes”

“her breasts and perky rosy, pink nipples”

“for her petite physique”

Well damn , give her a name and we’re good to go 💀 the reader having a backstory , yeah no problem it’s cool but why do you have to describe the physical traits ? Just make an OC

Back story + physical description = OC

Back story + no physical description = reader insert

[gojosprettyprincess]

Thinking about...

Big strong submissive men who manhandles you effortlessly and pounds you so rough and mercilessly because they think they can't fuck you good enough so they end up going overboard with it, picking you up from the bed with big strong arms and placing you right on their cock while gripping onto the fat of your ass, rutting his hips up into you fast and recklessly while whimpering and breathing heavily beneath you. His fat cock stretching your tight pussy walls around him as he's stabbing every inch of his cock deeper and deeper inside of your tight little cunny.

"Ngh- uhh fuckk mommy a-am I doing a good job??, am I making you fe-feel good??" he cries out, voice cracking as he's whimpering below you, not knowing that your pretty much fucked too dumb and good to even give him a response. But aww it's not his fault, he just wants to make his mommy feel good and praise him, that's all :(((.

Yuuta, Armin, Toge, Choso, Zenitsu, Yuuji, Kirishima, Kenaki, Izuku

[merakidoll]

the music from downstairs played in the bathroom like a muffled tone. you couldn’t even focus on what song it was, but only the man behind you - fucking you as if he had a point to prove. “mmh, watch that shit ma’ma, watch how i break you.” connie was someone who you were not supposed to be with at all, and you weren’t with him; but god he was so much fun. “c-con holdonnn” you tried pushing at his stomach, his cock so deep and the feeling of an orgasm at brink. he ignored you and pushed your hand, hicking up your leg to rest on the counter, while his tattoo hand wrapped around your throat.

your makeup was a smudge mess, the two seconds lip gloss re up, turned into an hour of your guts getting played with. your mouth watered at how sexy he looked. fitted cap slowly moving back onto his shave head, letting the pink design peak through.the gold chain danced around his neck and his pretty pink lips were wet, the bottom one sore from all of his bitting. your eyes met his in the mirror, and on cue your eyes rode to the back of your head. his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot, mouth opening in an o shape but nothing could come out.

“that’s the spot? yea, cream baby. make a fuckin mess” connie focused on slowing down his pumps, thick tip dragging on that one spot- you didn’t even realize you had orgasmed as your body fell limp on the counter. cream making a mess over the both of you. connie through his head back speeding back up and let all of his ropes out into you, making you squirt just a little! the bathroom was silent, the mirror slightly foggy and the heavy breaths of you both, stars still in your line of vision. connie slowly pulled out of you groaning when you dripped out the mix of you both. he mindlessly scooped it up and put it back inside of you.

his painted nails fucking into your sore walls and making sure that your pussy held all of it. “better keep that shit in there” he didn’t ask you- but told you. watching your pussy clench as he pulled back up his pants. you slighty rose your head watching him, a gasp coming from you when he slapped your pussy and kissed your cheek. he sat down a my melody ziploc bag that held two rolled blunts, walking out and leaving you to hear him immediately dap someone up while laughing. all you could think about was the mess you made on his hand moments prior

[sinfulpanda16]

He loves it when you sit on his back when he's doing pushups.

This almost never happens but when it does, he loves how it makes him feel like he's the strongest man for you. You're sitting on his back looking all cute and pretty counting his reps for him and although his diligence to going all the way down and pushing himself back up is causing him sweat he can't help but smile when he hears you giggling up there.

When he's done he'd give you a gentle kiss, "Thank you baby." and will probably want to keep you around to show off his muscles and strength some more. "Wanna help me with the rest of my workouts?" he asks smirking.

"Yes" you respond with a cute smile.

He picks you up and sits you on a counter nearby. He gives you another gentle kiss "Just keep being my cute cheerleader." he orders with a smirk.

Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kunigami Rensuke, Reo Mikage, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Gojo Saturou, Fushiguro Toji, Eren Yeager, Kyo Sohma, Ryo Kurokiba, Draken