#mikasa x fem!reader

[twilovesshuake]

Mikasa: No, I didn't miss you.

Y/n: Uh huh, what time did I leave?

Mikasa: 11:34 am.

Y/n: And how long was I gone?

Mikasa: Exactly 47 minutes and 29 seconds.

Y/n: Right.

[rarityroo]

Movement

(Mikasa Ackerman x Fem! Reader)

This is literally just the reader being inlove w Mikasa, also this is written in a modern AU. I wrote this while listening to Hoziers song Movement, if you haven’t listened to this song pls give it a listen it’s so good. This fic contains a pet name (love) also this isn’t proofread and v short. Mikasa is so pretty I want her to beat me up 🫶🏻 Enjoy!

The late afternoon air was cool but sweet at the same time, the sun was setting in front of you, the water of the lake lightly glistening. Almost like a painting but the real art wasn't the sun setting, it wasn't the rhythm of the air nor was it the sparkling water that shined almost blindingly. No, it was the art of the woman in front of you, a woman of few words but her actions spoke so much more.

She was always one to give gifts, or rather make them, she took a pottery class and now you have many imperfectly perfect flower pots, bowls, and cups around the house but that's not all you love about her. Mikasa was so unreal, she was the type of pretty you saw and physically stopped just to look to admire hoping to catch her eyes so she would look back at you. 

"Um Love?" Mikasa says looking at you puzzled yet slightly amused, "You're staring again" she says with a sweet smile, again huh? you think to yourself it makes sense you have a staring problem and it only got worse with Mikasa. "Sorry Mika," You say with an embarrassed chuckle you look back at the water still smiling to yourself, you still got so shy with her no matter how long you've been together.

 As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the water and grass, you felt a gentle squeeze on your hand. Glancing over, you met Mikasa's calm gaze, a silent understanding passing between you. With a wordless agreement, you both rose from your spot by the lake, leaving behind the beauty of the setting sun.

Together, you walked side by side, Mikasa's presence was like a comforting anchor, grounding you in the here and now. The car ride home was filled with light conversation and quiet laughter, a sense of ease settling over you like a warm blanket.

Arriving at your doorstep, you turned to face Mikasa, gratitude swelling within your chest. "Thank you," you whispered, the words carrying more weight than you could express. That thank you was so much more than just an expression of gratitude it was a thank you for being here with you, a thank you for being so loving, a thank you for everything. 

Mikasa's smile was radiant, it said so many things, with a final embrace you stepped inside, the warmth of home enveloping you. Your pet cat Mochi meows at you two as Mikasa heads to the couch and sits down, Mochi jumps up onto her lap purring as Mikasa pets her head softly. As you settled into the couch next to Mikasa and Mochi, you couldn't help but feel insanely grateful for the woman by your side, and for the simple moments of connection that made life worth living.

[grimesproperty]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

You and Eren are such close best friends, almost "platonic." You open up to Eren about your desire to gain more experience now that you both are in college. Being the sweet best friend he is, he listens to you. And being the sweet best friend you are.

You ask him if he can teach you a few things, even teaching you how he is gonna take your virginity.

EREN YEAGER X READER

cw: nsfw

—

You and Eren Yeager were... complicated.

Best friends, sure. Friends since your freshman year of college, when you spilled coffee all over his sketchpad in the library and he called you "an actual menace" and then bought you a refill because you looked like you were going to cry.

Four years later, nothing had really changed.

Except maybe everything.

Because now you were 21. And Eren wasn’t just your best friend anymore.

He was beautiful. Tall, broad-shouldered, messy brown hair tied into a lazy bun. Piercings glinting in his ear. Green eyes so sharp it felt like they could see through your clothes.

You told yourself you didn’t think about him like that. You lied.

And tonight?

Tonight you were making it worse.

You were sitting cross-legged on his bed, wearing one of his hoodies and absolutely no pants. It wasn't weird. You’d always been like this around him. Comfortable.

But lately, comfortable didn’t feel like the right word.

Eren was sprawled out next to you, scrolling through his phone. His legs were bare except for a pair of loose gray sweats that hung way too low on his hips.

You tried not to look.

Failed.

"So," he said suddenly, setting his phone down, "you gonna tell me why you’ve been acting weird all week?"

You pulled your knees up to your chest. "I’m not acting weird."

"You literally flinched when I hugged you yesterday."

"I—I was startled."

He laughed under his breath, low and rough. "Right."

You hated how your stomach twisted at the sound of it.

There was a pause. One of those heavy, loaded silences that only happened when you were both thinking too much.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" he said finally, voice soft.

You swallowed hard.

Maybe it was the way he was looking at you. Like you were fragile. Like you mattered. Maybe it was the way you were tired of pretending. Maybe it was the fact that your body ached for something you couldn’t name when you were around him lately.

Whatever it was, it broke something open inside you.

"I’m... still a virgin," you blurted out.

The words hung in the air between you, sharp and heavy.

Eren blinked. Once. Twice.

Then, slowly, he sat up, facing you fully.

"Okay," he said carefully. "That's not a bad thing."

You stared down at your hands. "I just... everyone else has already—" You shook your head. "And I feel like... like I’m stuck. Like I'm behind or something."

He was quiet for a second.

Then he said, "You're not behind."

You risked a glance up at him.

His expression was unreadable. Jaw tight. Eyes dark.

You pressed on, heart pounding. "It’s not even about love or anything. I just... I want to know. I’m tired of being scared of it. Of... all of it."

Another pause.

His voice dropped lower. Rougher.

"You want someone to teach you."

It wasn’t a question.

You nodded, cheeks burning.

You couldn't look at him. Couldn't breathe.

"I trust you," you whispered.

The silence between you snapped like a wire pulled too tight.

Eren shifted closer, so close you could feel the heat of his bare chest through the thin hoodie you wore.

"You trust me," he repeated, voice almost a growl.

You nodded again, trembling.

He lifted a hand slowly—so fucking slowly—and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You don’t know what you’re asking for," he murmured.

"Maybe I do," you said, surprising yourself with how steady your voice sounded.

His fingers brushed down your jaw. Barely a touch. Enough to make your whole body tense.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, voice wrecked.

"You don't have to," you said quickly, pulling back, heart hammering. "I just—I just needed to say it. I’m sorry. Forget it. I shouldn’t have—"

He caught your wrist gently, stopping you.

"Don't be sorry," he said hoarsely. "Just... give me a second. Okay?"

You sat there, frozen, pulse in your throat, while he closed his eyes for a long moment. Like he was fighting himself.

When he opened them again, his green eyes were darker than you’d ever seen.

"Come here," he said roughly.

You inched closer without thinking.

And when he kissed you—soft at first, testing, tasting—you realized it was already too late.

You weren’t just curious.

You wanted him.

Wanted him to touch you, to ruin you, to teach you everything.

And when his tongue slid into your mouth and he groaned low in his chest, you realized something else, too:

Eren wanted it just as badly.

Maybe more.

Maybe he always had.

The air between you and Eren was different now.

Charged. Dangerous.

You could barely breathe as you sat there on his bed, knees knocking together under the oversized hoodie—his hoodie—your bare legs brushing the soft sheets.

Eren hadn't let go of your wrist. His thumb was rubbing lazy, slow circles against your skin. Like he was trying to ground you. Or maybe himself.

"You want me to teach you," he said again, voice wrecked.

You nodded, unable to speak.

"Not just kissing, either," he added, leaning closer, lips brushing your ear. "You want more."

You whimpered before you could stop yourself.

It made him chuckle darkly—low and warm and filthy.

"Fuck," he muttered, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. "Okay. But we do this slow. You tell me if you want to stop at any point."

You nodded frantically.

"And you don't ever," he said, voice roughening, "ever have to do something you don’t want to. Got it?"

"Got it," you whispered.

His gaze darkened further, the green almost swallowed by black.

"You have no fucking idea what you're asking for," he said, voice a gravelly whisper. "But I'll teach you."

His hand slid up your thigh slowly—way too slowly—until he reached the hem of the hoodie.

You gasped when his fingers brushed your bare skin.

"First lesson," he murmured, smirking faintly. "How a kiss is supposed to feel."

Your breath hitched. Your thighs squeezed together instinctively. You didn't miss the way his eyes flickered down at the motion, nostrils flaring.

Eren leaned in, mouth hovering just a whisper from yours.

"You let the other person come to you," he said, voice almost hypnotic. "You don't chase it. You wait."

You swallowed hard. Nodded.

His lips brushed yours lightly—so light you barely felt it.

You whimpered again, desperate for more.

Eren smiled against your mouth.

"Good," he whispered. "You wait. You make them work for it."

He kissed you again, firmer this time. Still teasing.

His hand slid higher up your thigh, under the hoodie, fingers tracing slow, maddening patterns on your skin.

You tilted your chin up instinctively, chasing his mouth.

He pulled back just a fraction.

"Patience, baby," he rasped. "You gotta make them earn it."

You whimpered again, and he chuckled—low and dark and utterly wrecked.

Then finally—finally—he kissed you properly.

Deep. Slow. Consuming.

You felt the heat of him everywhere. The hard line of his chest pressing into you. The rough scrape of his palm sliding along your thigh, curling possessively around it.

You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound greedily.

When he finally pulled back, you were gasping, dizzy, desperate.

Your lips were swollen. Your skin burning.

Eren’s chest heaved as he looked down at you, eyes wild, hair falling loose from his bun.

"You feel that?" he growled, voice thick. "That’s how it’s supposed to feel."

You nodded dumbly, dazed.

He grinned crookedly, licking his bottom lip.

"Good girl," he murmured.

You almost collapsed on the spot.

You could barely think. Could barely breathe. Your pulse thundered in your ears, every nerve ending alive under his touch.

Eren pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb still dragging slowly, burning circles against the inside of your thigh.

"Lesson two," he rasped, voice dark and low. "Touching."

You blinked up at him, dazed.

He grabbed your hand—gently, but firmly—and brought it up to his chest.

"Start here," he muttered.

Your fingers curled instinctively around the front of his hoodie.

"No," Eren said, voice rough with something you couldn't name. He tugged his hoodie over his head in one swift motion, tossing it aside.

You gasped.

He was bare underneath—tattoos scattered across golden skin, muscle carved like it had been sculpted just for you.

Your mouth dried instantly.

Eren smirked lazily, watching your stunned expression.

"Touch me," he repeated, softer this time.

Your fingers trembled as you reached out—hesitating for a second, terrified to screw it up.

He caught your wrist again, gentler now, and pressed your hand flat against his chest.

You could feel everything.

The steady thud of his heart. The solid, burning heat of him. The way his breathing hitched the second you touched him.

"Good," he whispered.

You dragged your hand lower—over the plane of his chest, the ridges of his abs. Your fingertips brushed the trail of hair leading down beneath his sweatpants.

Eren hissed through his teeth, muscles tensing under your touch.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

You smiled shyly, feeling a flicker of power surge through you.

You brushed your fingers across the tattoo on his ribs—a snake coiled around a dagger—and he groaned low in his throat.

"Lesson three," he gritted out. "Teasing."

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed.

He grinned—dark and hungry and wrecked.

"You gotta make it hurt a little," he said, voice thick. "Make them desperate. Like this—"

He dragged his hands up under the hoodie—your hoodie—splaying his palms against your bare waist, pulling you into his lap.

You squeaked, thighs straddling his.

You could feel him, hard and straining beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

You froze, heart slamming against your ribs.

Eren smirked lazily up at you.

"You feel that?" he murmured. "That's what you do to me."

You whimpered, clutching his shoulders.

He rocked his hips up just slightly—enough to grind against you.

You gasped.

"Eren—"

"Lesson four," he interrupted, voice almost shaking. "Grinding."

You whimpered again, feeling your core throb, slick pooling between your legs embarrassingly fast.

Eren grabbed your hips, guiding you into a slow, torturous grind against him.

"Just like that," he rasped. "Fuck, you're a natural."

You bit your lip hard, trying not to moan.

His eyes darkened even further.

"Don't hide it, baby," he growled. "I wanna hear you."

You whimpered brokenly as you rocked against him, the friction unbearable, electric.

Eren's hands tightened on your hips, the muscles in his arms straining.

His control was slipping—you could see it, feel it.

"You wanna know something?" he muttered, voice strained. "None of this is fucking platonic anymore."

You whimpered his name—and that broke him.

He surged up, kissing you fiercely—messy and desperate—tongue claiming yours, teeth grazing your bottom lip.

You moaned into his mouth, grinding harder, chasing the high.

"Eren, please," you gasped.

He pulled back just enough to growl:

"You want me to show you more?"

You nodded frantically, chest heaving.

His hands slid up your thighs, under the hoodie, grazing dangerously close to where you needed him most.

He smirked against your mouth.

"First," he whispered, "you gotta say it."

You whined in frustration.

"Say what?" you panted.

Eren's eyes gleamed wickedly.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

You squirmed, cheeks burning, brain short-circuiting.

"I want..." you started, voice trembling.

Eren waited, smug and wrecked all at once.

You swallowed hard.

"I want you to touch me," you whispered.

He grinned—dark and slow and victorious.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Then his fingers slid higher—higher—until they brushed the soaked fabric of your panties.

You gasped, hips bucking instinctively.

Eren groaned low in his chest, head dropping to your shoulder.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he muttered against your neck. "All for me."

You whimpered, clutching his hair.

And then—

He slipped a single finger under the fabric. Dragging it slowly and lightly along your folds. Barely touching, just teasing.

You nearly sobbed.

"Lesson five," he rasped. "Patience."

His finger traced your soaked folds so lightly, you could’ve screamed. You were trembling—hips bucking pathetically against his hand—whining in the back of your throat.

"Eren," you gasped, desperate. "Please—"

He hummed low against your throat, lazy and cruel and amused.

"Patience," he whispered again, his voice dark, wrecked, and starving. "Good things take time, baby."

You sobbed a little—not even caring anymore how pathetic you sounded.

Eren’s free hand tightened on your hip, holding you down firmly against him, grinding your clothed core against his throbbing length.

You could feel the heat of him through both your thin layers. Could feel how badly he wanted it too.

And still—he dragged his finger in slow, cruel circles over your clit. Feather-light. Not nearly enough. Barely anything at all.

"You’re driving me crazy," you whimpered, nails digging into his bare shoulders.

He laughed quietly—sadistic—then kissed your jaw, your throat, the sensitive skin behind your ear.

"You think you're suffering?" he rasped. "You have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me right now."

You whimpered again, grinding harder.

Eren grunted low in his chest, gripping you tighter.

"Fuck, baby," he growled. "You're so fucking wet... bet I could slip inside you right now and you’d take me so sweet."

You gasped, head dropping against his shoulder, body shuddering with need.

"You want that?" he muttered, hot against your skin. "Want me to fill you up?"

"Yes," you choked out without thinking, hips jerking. "Yes, Eren, please—"

He groaned like he was in pain.

"Not yet," he gritted. "Not until you're ready."

You whimpered brokenly.

"I am," you cried. "I swear—"

He cut you off by slipping a single finger inside you—just barely. Just the tip—teasing, mocking.

You gasped sharply, clenching around nothing.

"You're tight as fuck," he growled. "Gonna have to stretch you out real slow, baby."

You moaned helplessly, thighs trembling around his hips.

Eren pulled his finger back, dragging it slow over your swollen clit again, making you cry out.

"Lesson six," he panted. "Control."

You whimpered, body arching against him.

"If you can stay patient," he murmured, "I'll make you feel so fucking good you won't remember your own name."

You sobbed in frustration, tears pricking your eyes.

He kissed the corner of your mouth, slow and tender.

"You trust me, right?" he whispered.

You nodded frantically, voice breaking.

"Good," he murmured. "Then let me take care of you."

He kissed you again—deeper this time—his tongue licking into your mouth lazily, almost sweetly, as his fingers resumed their torturous, feather-light teasing between your thighs.

You grinded against him desperately, seeking friction, chasing the high he was cruelly keeping just out of reach.

"Please," you sobbed against his mouth.

He chuckled darkly, breathless.

"You're so fucking cute when you beg," he growled. "Makes me wanna wreck you."

You whimpered, thighs quivering.

And then—

Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore—

He slid one long finger inside you, all the way this time.

You cried out, clenching tight around him.

"Fuck," Eren groaned, forehead dropping to yours. "You're squeezing me so good, baby."

He pumped his finger slow and deep, dragging over every sensitive spot inside you.

You were a writhing, sobbing mess in his lap.

"One finger," he rasped. "You’re already losing your mind."

He added a second finger without warning, stretching you wider.

You gasped, clinging to him.

"Relax, baby," he whispered, kissing your temple. "Breathe."

You did—barely.

He moved his fingers in slow, delicious thrusts, curling them inside you just right.

You cried out, thighs trembling violently.

"Good girl," he praised, voice thick with lust. "Taking me so good."

You felt the coil tightening in your belly—hot and fast and out of control.

"Eren," you gasped. "I—I’m gonna—"

He pulled his fingers out suddenly.

You screamed in frustration, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Eren grinned—dark and wicked—and licked his fingers clean, eyes locked on yours.

"Taste so fucking good," he muttered, voice hoarse.

You whimpered brokenly.

"Why—" you gasped, voice wrecked. "Why'd you stop?"

He grinned lazily, pulling you closer until your soaked panties rubbed against his throbbing cock again.

"Lesson seven," he rasped against your mouth.

You clutched his shoulders, desperate.

"Denial," he whispered.

Your panties were ruined.

Your thighs were trembling.

Your mind was gone.

And Eren was still teasing you — cruel, patient, starving — holding you pinned in his lap, soaked core grinding against the hard line of his cock through his sweats.

"Look at you," he muttered against your ear, voice low and vicious. "Fucking dripping for me."

You sobbed out a noise that wasn’t even a word anymore.

He cupped the back of your neck roughly, forcing you to meet his heavy-lidded gaze.

"You want me to stop?" he rasped.

Your mouth opened — no sound came out.

You shook your head frantically.

"Say it," he growled.

"Don't stop," you whimpered.

His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with pure lust.

"You have no idea what you're asking for, baby," he muttered.

"I don't care," you cried, grinding desperately against him. "Please, Eren — please, I need you —"

He kissed you — brutal, hot, hungry — biting your bottom lip until you gasped.

"You think I’m just gonna fuck you sweet and gentle because it’s your first time?" he muttered against your mouth. "You’re wrong, baby."

He nipped down your throat — teeth scraping — hand sliding under your panties to finally touch you skin to skin.

You screamed — the feel of his fingers against your bare, swollen clit devastating.

"I’m gonna ruin you," he whispered.

You sobbed.

"Please," you begged again.

And then — —he lifted you slightly off his lap, pushed your panties aside roughly, gripped his cock in one hand—

—and rubbed the head through your soaked folds.

You gasped—full body jerk.

"You feel that?" he muttered. "That’s what’s about to stretch you open."

You could barely breathe, forehead pressed against his shoulder, nails raking down his back.

He groaned low at the feeling — you, clinging to him, desperate and ruined and ready to fall apart.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, voice rough. "You’re shaking."

You whimpered — a pleading, broken sound.

"You’re so fucking small," he gritted, positioning himself. "Gotta go slow. Gotta take my time."

You nodded frantically.

And then—

He pushed in.

Just the tip.

You screamed, whole body locking up around him.

Eren swore viciously, clutching your hips in a bruising grip.

"Fucking tight," he gasped.

You sobbed, forehead pressed against him.

"Relax, baby," he whispered hoarsely, kissing your temple. "You're doing so good."

You tried — you tried — relaxing as best you could.

And slowly—so painfully slow—he sank deeper.

You whimpered, tears leaking from your eyes.

Eren kissed them away, murmuring soft, filthy praises in your ear.

"Taking me so good," he muttered. "So fucking good for me."

You clenched around him, overwhelmed, trembling in his lap.

And when he finally bottomed out — fully seated inside you — you were gasping, shaking, completely wrecked.

Eren groaned into your skin.

"You feel that?" he rasped. "That’s mine now."

You sobbed.

"Yours," you gasped without thinking.

His hips twitched at that — a guttural, broken sound tearing from his throat.

"Fuck," he growled. "Say it again."

"Yours," you choked out, clinging to him. "I’m yours."

He kissed you — hard, brutal, messy.

And then he started moving.

Slow at first — so fucking slow — letting you feel every inch of him dragging against your tight, sensitive walls.

You were crying, overwhelmed with the feeling of him inside you — thick, deep, perfect.

Eren cursed under his breath, hands digging into your hips.

"God, baby," he panted. "You’re milking my cock so good."

You sobbed, burying your face in his neck.

He rocked you in his lap — slow, deep thrusts — groaning low every time you clenched around him.

"You were made for this," he muttered. "Made for me."

You nodded frantically, words beyond you now.

And then he snapped his hips harder — —once.You screamed.

"That’s it," he growled, thrusting harder. "That’s my good fucking girl."

You were gone — Mindless — Ruined — Completely his.

You tightened around him, thighs trembling violently.

"Eren—!" you sobbed. "I'm— I'm gonna—"

"Come for me, baby," he growled, fucking you through it. "Come all over my cock."

You screamed, body seizing — clenching around him so tight he cursed viciously, hips stuttering.

You were gushing around him — soaking him — vision going white.

And Eren— Eren thrust a few more brutal, desperate times—

And came inside you — hard, deep, endless — groaning your name like a prayer.

You collapsed against him, trembling.

He wrapped his arms tight around you, pressing kisses to your damp forehead, breathing you in like he’d never get enough.

"You’re mine now," he whispered.

You sobbed brokenly against his skin.

"Yours," you gasped again. "Always yours."

He smiled against your hair.

"Good girl."

The room smelled like sex and sweat and something dangerous.

You were still shaking in his lap — sore, full, overwhelmed — clinging to him like if you let go you’d fall apart completely.

Eren was breathing hard against your temple, one big hand rubbing slow, grounding circles over your back.

You felt… Destroyed. Safe. Utterly his.

"Shhh," he whispered, voice rough and low. "Got you. I got you."

You whimpered into his chest.

Your thighs were slick with both of you — your panties ruined, his sweats soaked — and you could still feel him pulsing faintly inside you.

"I didn’t hurt you, did I?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to search your face.

His green eyes — usually so cocky, mischievous, infuriating — were wrecked now, wide and frantic and tender.

You shook your head quickly.

"No," you rasped. "Good," he whispered, voice breaking a little. "Good girl.”

He kissed you again — softer this time — just his lips brushing yours, slow and sweet and unbearable.

You whimpered, clutching his shoulders.

He kissed you again, and again — desperate, messy little kisses like he couldn’t stop.

And then, without a word, he scooped you up into his arms — carrying you bridal style toward the bathroom.

You clung to him, dazed.

He kicked the door shut, set you gently down on the edge of the bathtub, and started running the shower — hot and steamy.

You sat there trembling, watching him.

He was still in just his sweats — clinging wetly to his hips — the outline of his cock still hard against the fabric.

His skin was flushed, bitten raw from where you’d scratched him.

And he looked wrecked.

Eren caught you staring and gave you a crooked, fucked-out little smile.

"Like what you see?" he teased, voice hoarse.

You blushed furiously.

He laughed — low and affectionate — and tugged his sweats down, not shy at all.

You sucked in a breath.

Even softening, he was huge — thick, flushed, wet with both of you.

Your thighs pressed together instinctively.

Eren saw — and his smile sharpened into something dark.

But he didn’t say anything. Just stepped into the shower and held a hand out to you.

"C'mere, baby."

You let him pull you up, strip you the rest of the way out of your ruined panties, and guide you into the spray.

The hot water hit your skin — and you whimpered, sore all over, every nerve ending lit up.

Eren pulled you tight against him under the water, cradling your head against his chest.

"You’re so fucking perfect," he murmured into your wet hair.

You whimpered.

He soaped you up slowly — running big hands gently over your arms, your back, the curve of your ass.

Everywhere he touched, you felt like you were burning.

When he got to between your legs, he hesitated — gentle, patient, watching your face.

"Okay?" he murmured.

You nodded quickly.

He touched you so slow — careful around your swollen, sensitive clit — cleaning you up with soft, reverent touches.

You gasped into his chest, trembling.

"You’re so sensitive," he murmured, almost in awe. "Fuck, baby."

You clung to him, panting.

Eren pressed soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw — murmuring nothing words, just your name and mine, mine, mine like he couldn’t help it.

When you were finally rinsed off, he shut the water off and wrapped you both in a big towel, carrying you back to the bed like you weighed nothing.

He tucked you under the covers, crawling in beside you — pulling you flush against him, chest to chest.

You felt everything — his warmth, his heartbeat, his length pressed lazily against your thigh.

He buried his face in your hair, breathing you in.

"You’re mine now," he murmured against your skin.

You shivered.

"I’ve always been yours," you whispered.

Eren groaned low, kissing you like it hurt.

And when you shifted against him, grinding ever so slightly — —he growled.

"You wanna go again, baby?" he muttered against your mouth. "You wanna learn some more lessons?"

You whimpered — helpless, wrecked, desperate for him.

"Please," you whispered. "Please, Eren — teach me."

He grinned — slow and wicked.

"Oh, I’m gonna teach you, baby."

And he kissed you again — —dragging you down, deeper and deeper, into him — —where there was no such thing as friendship anymore. Only this. Only us.

—

part two here

[vantetaes]

WELCOME TO

❀LOVE ISLAND A.O.T.❀

somewhere in fiji.

under the blazing sun & glowing moonlight.

ten hot singles, a villa, & potential love awaits.

the tropics wait for no one...

DONT BE SHY, TAKE A LEAP IN…✿

the water’s amazing!

LETS MEET OUR GIRLS…

mikasa yn sasha

annie historia yazmin

angel valentina gabi

LETS MEET OUR GUYS…

onyankopon connie eren

armin reiner jean

keem levi cole

the land of the single, the free, and the sexy.

SEASON 1, VOLUME 1

EPISODE 1: THE ISLANDERS

EPISODE 2: HEAT CHECK

EPISODE 3: BODY COUNTING

EPISODE 4: NEVER KISS & TELL

EPISODE 5: DETOUR CASA AMOR

EPISODE 6: KISS, MARRY, CAKE

EPISODE 7: NEW COUPLES, SAME DRAMA

EPISODE 8: SHOULDVE TURNED THE CAMERA OFF

EPISODE 9: TWISTER

EPISODE 10: FINAL GIRLS

{OVER THE COURSE OF THESE ‘EPISODES’ YOU WILL HAVE A SAY. ITS TIME FOR CONNECTIONS, LOVE, AND PROBABLY TOO MUCH FREE TIME.}

© vantetaes. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarize any of my works. ageless/blank blogs dni.

[cindol]

can you do brat reader x bodyguard mikasa w smut 🌚

brat taming with mika’ . . ݁𖦹₊ ⊹ ♱

mikasa Ackerman x black fem reader

cw + — mikasa is a bodyguard (obviously), reader is a pop star, brat taming, smut, modern au, pet names(sweetheart, princess), half baked bad plot kinda, consent given before hand, reader is cocky and witty,

wc : no idea because i decided to say fuck it and write on here instead of google docs .

a / n : just a warning 😭! there’s like six dividers/ time breaks because i fucking yap sometimes. also cliff hanger because im not the best at smut srry 😕

mikasa usually is just your good natured protective bodyguard, always making sure you safely get into your pink honda safely after being at some bustling club with paparazzi surrounding the area. She listens to your complaints about some asshole paparazzi getting too close for her liking and is quick to shove them back but a shove that won’t make them have some major injury.

mikasa’s always at your beck and call, feeding into your bratty popstar personality of wanting any and everything but she doesn’t tolerate disrespect. In any videos you’ve posted on tiktok she fed into the silliness of you wanting to be carried and she even tended to you orally on her own liberty. But don’t be mistaken, mikasa didn’t appreciate disrespect.

anybody who personally knew mikasa knew that she could only be so sweet and serene before she had enough of the bullshit and you learned that on a particular night.

it was a usual sunday night for you at your favorite night club, mikasa at your side in your private section with you as you partied with your girls and poured shots of tequila with the bottle and shot glasses you were given.

it really only took three shots of tequila like usual to get you tispy but bolder than usual tonight. Dancing on tables and singing, then getting some real audacity to sass at her. Mikasa only smiled at her first and brushed it off as you having more fun than usual.

but again, her patience only went so far, even for a pop princess like yourself.

once it was eleven pm the clubs was getting emptier and emptier and mikasa knew you’d soon be tired. You were so tipsy still, just giggling now sitting down with your two girlfriends now that the other three had left. In your section you noticed mikasa getting up and grabbing your pink shoulder club purse.

“whatcha’ grabbing my purse for?”

mikasa just made a simple smile at you.“well i think it’s about time to head out isn’t it? You’ve got a date with a vanity interview tomorrow and i’m sure you wanna be early and awake for that, so cmon.” she lent her hand out for you expecting you to take it like usual but you did the opposite.

instead you giggled and just put both your feet on your section’s table.“hmm, how’s bout nah? I think me and my girl’s can handle just one night without some curfew.”

“not curfew, just a appropriate time that you’ve set for yourself to not be grouchy when morning time comes, sweetheart.”

there were some giggling from your two friends at the petname she used and it made you laugh along too.“sweetheart isn’t making me leave this here seat till it hits midnight, mika and i don’t think you’ll make me even get up from here.” you stating that really just invited mikasa to teach you a lesson with her nerves being pushed with how cocky you sounded.

and thats exactly what broke her.

everything moved so fast, one minute you were giggling and teasing your bodyguard then the next in your bedroom with your clothes discarded and mikasa’s security suit done the same in the corner of your room. The only thing mikasa had on was some grey boxers and a white long sleeved blouse while her palm slapped onto your bottom again and again with you spread on her lap.

this time you had a different tone than your teasing one, now just making out whines and moans at the sensation of her hand against your bottom.

when mikasa had enough of berating your ass she smiled and soothed your cheeks with her hand then pulled your black lace wig to see your usual smiley face have a pout with your mascara running down your face.

“it makes me sad to see your pretty face so sad but you’ve brought me to this point but i have to sweetheart.”

you scoffed with a cheshire cat like smile.“at least it’ll teach you not to be such a softie, mika.”

mikasa let out a breath of air and brushed one hand through her hair at you saying that.“then i guess my work isn’t done if the bratty popstar is still mouthing off even when i spank her.”

abruptly she shoved you off her lap and onto your bed on your stomach before she went to search in your closet where you stored all your toys.

you turned your head to see her searching.“what? Finally decided to get rid of that bad medieval fashion taste and pick something of mine up?”

“if your taste mean a glittery pink dildo with a strap? then i guess pink is the new white for me, princess.” she turned around to show the dildo’s seven inch glory, ready to attach it to her waist, humming just looking at the seven inch silicone dick attached onto her.“but if it teaches you how to behave and not be so mean to the woman who protects you, i guess i’m okay with the sparkly dick.”

you were giggling still, but mikasa was gonna completely rock your shit.

by this time your glossy smirk was gone from your face, instead your eyes were rolled back with your mouth wide and drool seeping from it and moans pouring out.

On the other end of you, mikasa was repeatedly thrusting into you, her right hand holding both your wrists in one and her left hand on your hip to steady herself from the rippling effect your brown ass had at her thrusting.

“mm-mmph! too rough mika!” your hands attempted to break free and slow her rampant thrusting against your sweet spot. That only encouraged her and made her groan with a grin, smacking your flailing hands and continuing to thrusts deeper and deeper and bending her neck down to whisper in your ear and grab a hold of your hands.

“i think not even a minute ago someone was telling me i should toughen up, so i don’t wanna hear any complaints. i’m sure you somehow planned this in your little pink sparkly decorated head to rile me.” she gave a sharp thrust making you gasp out to keep you wide and alert.“so don’t give out just yet, pop princess.“

just to keep you wide awake mikasa made a shift of positioning you and turned so you were now on your back with one leg down and the other laid on her shoulder. Both of you face to face with you seeing mikasa’s pale face have a slight blush and damp here while she had the sight of seeing your face with smudged makeup and a black jet lace wig that just refused to let go from your head.

mikasa had a rare beaming wide toothed grin at that as she looked at your wide eyes and wider mouth while continuing to feed your sopping cunt more thrusts.“whatever hairstylist you paid must’ve used some life binding glue for it to stay this long.”

“guess i should send her another text if it’s being well received then.”

mikasa just hummed.“i think i can sweat it off in half a hour from here.”

mikasa would prove herself right, even if you doubted that with a small eye roll. She knew what made your body tick and your weaknesses. It didn’t take her eons to find what the female g-spot was again and again, with how she repeatedly thrusts into your woman hood she would have your climax coming early.

and she wasn’t hesitating to stop there either.

[arminsfavoritepookie]

Eren sometimes forgets how big his cock his.

His eyes are confused and dazed as he is slamming his dick into you quickly and deeply. You're pleading with him to slow down, whimpering and even clawing at his back, but Eren's emerald eyes are solely fixed on the way your pussy is drinking in the base of his dick. Your cries of help and tears make him bite his lips and close his eyes out of pure bliss. Every time he thrusts, his huge cock touches your cervix, fucking you slowly and thoroughly as if he wants to savor the experience. And when Eren is feeling especially needy, he’ll press against your stomach and trace the outline of his cock bulging out your flesh trying to find where his dick ends in your guts.

[ramonathinks]

ALL HE WANTS — EREN x BLK!READER

tags: 18+ (no minors/no blank blogs — you will be blocked), shotgunning, sex, kinda friends to lovers, established relationship (towards the end), oral (f!), making out, sexual tension, eren has a tongue piercing and dimples, fingering, dirty talk, reader is black, mutual pining, dry humping, unprotected sex, dubcon (both a little buzzed on weed),

notes: this is a repost ofc but... i wasn't about to miss daddy's birthday lolll. (1)(2) “continue reading” divider by @/anitalenia 4.1k words ! + repost!

“When you gonna stop playing and let me be your man, baby?” Eren had his hands in his pockets and lent up against the wall, staring you down. The way he talked always made your body shiver, the way he looked deep into your eyes made you want to moan.

“Just gimme the weed, please.” You rolled your eyes at him. He was always like this — teasing you whenever he saw you all dolled up; tonight you wore a short peach colored dress that made your chest look even bigger, and his eyes kept glancing down constantly from your lips to your chest.

He probably kept looking at your lips because of how plump and bright they were decorated with the clear sticky fruity smelling lipgloss you always wore. Your hair was done in a wavy black hair done in a 32inch half up-half down that framed your face pretty well; and Eren tried to act like he didn’t realize it wasn’t the hairstyle he picked for you a while back.

Unintentionally he licked his lips before digging through his pockets for what he came over to deliver. Normally he didn’t hand deliver anything, he made people come to him, but this was you.

Sweet smelling you who always looked as good as you smelt and right now there was an aroma around you that smelled of nothing but strawberries and some other fruity smell that he couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t even just the fact that you smelled so good but rather the way you looked so good too, always with your hair done even your nails — long coffin shaped, pink and white acrylic with little designs on them — and your face, bare or not your skin was always glistening rich brown.

He was always losing his focus when you were in the room. He handed you your weed and turned to leave. “Wait, here—”

He scoffed, “On the house.” He waved you off, he did this all the time, no matter how many times you begged him to just take the money.

“Eren!” Using his long legs to stroll out of the hallway and towards the apartment complex’s door. He almost made it out before he felt you tug at his arm, a deep pout on your face.

“You’ll get wrinkles. Don’t…” He caressed the area between your eyebrows and trailed down to your jaw — taking it in his hands and squeezing it, making your pout deeper before he let it go.

“Just here, okay? I’m grateful you don’t make me pay since we’re friends,” That definitely wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t say anything. “But just take it. I can pay, you know I can.” Your eyelids fluttered innocently.

He sniffled, “Fine. Fine. Just this once.” He flicked your nose. Then Eren looked at you, truly looked at you and smiled a bit. You were really too cute. “Are you coming to Connie’s party in a few?”

“Yeah, I was actually just getting ready before you came.” You tell him, finally letting go of his arm.

“And that’s what you’re wearing?” He swallowed, biting his tongue. He sounded so judgmental that your eyes widened before you looked down at yourself.

It was cold yes but you always chose being cute over being cold, plus you were always being driven around so you weren���t even outside enough to feel the freezing cold air and it was only a small bit of occasional snow, nothing too bad.

“What’s wrong with it?” You craned your neck a bit to see your backside. Everything was in tact and in place.

Jealousy was already deep in his chest and tugging at his heart, making everything feel so tight around him. He just shook his head, “Nothing, just thinkin’ bout how cold it is, that’s all. But I know you already have a ride lined up, right?”

Playfully rolling your eyes you smirk, “Actually…” Twiddling with your fingers, he watches you already knowing where this was going. “I was hoping, you’d take me if you had a chance? Maybe?”

“Do I ever say no to you?” He asked, walking back down the hall with you towards your apartment again.

This wasn’t his first time inside of your apartment. But for some reason he couldn’t help but to be in awe. You lived in luxury — marble countertops, a wide double door silver fridge, a patio… he knew he couldn’t compare to the lifestyle your father already had you in.

He wish he could... but he couldn’t. He made enough on selling whatever he could but it was only enough for him, not a lifestyle like yours. He wouldn’t be able to provide for you like you needed. Even if he got a real good job, nothing could truly live up to your norm and he would hate for you to settle.

It was the reason that he never truly could actively pursue you like he wanted with a good conscience. How could he pursue you when you had everything you wanted and then some?

Even the fuzzy pink rug on your floor looked like it was worth a couple thousand. A glossy painting of you hung in the center of your living room and it caught his eye, the last time he was inside it wasn’t there.

“Isn’t it nice? Looks almost as cute as the real thing, Hm?” You teasing, putting a finger to your cheek.

He gave you a side eye with a smile so deep enough that you could see his dimple and it made your heart flutter.

You always thought he was cute just not boyfriend material. You weren’t even being judgmental but you heard about Eren long before you had met him. Just a boy who always wanted to get his dick wet and especially when he had pretty clients, you couldn’t take him serious. Even if you wanted to.

When he wasn’t being a flirt, he was a good friend, always came when you needed him, even if it was just for a ride. He was always so sweet and treated you better than any of your boyfriends.

“You think I should just settle for some pants instead of this then, huh?” You did a slight twirl. You could tell he really liked what you had on but just not today. Not where y’all was headed.

He clicked his teeth with his tongue, “Uhh…” He looked you over, his gaze lingering on all assets.

His knee was bouncing and he was getting up before he realized. He never been inside of your room, let alone your closet. So this was all new territory to him, yet he felt like he knew where everything was.

He don’t know why he loved seeing you in your pink moon boots but he knew he wanted to see them on you tonight. He peaked over his shoulder, looking at you briefly before looking over your closet again. “Hm,” He held out two different shirts, you chuckled.

“Maybe this one with the hearts to match the boots and then a nice mini skirt… not too short.” He knew how you liked to dress and you gave him a coy smile.

“Ya know what, Yeager? You’re cute.” You kissed his cheek before pushing him out the room to get dressed. You hate to admit you were feeling hot all over, most guys didn’t come into your room for anything but sex and even though you weren’t expecting him to come in and help you decide on something else he did. It was little. But more than you were used to.

Eren on the other hand, was trying not to palm his dick. Touching the soft fabric of your clothes and imagining them on your skin, had him gulping. He paced the living room before he heard small paws running up to him and yelping. A small bundle of golden tan fur ran up to him, scratching and sniffing the area around him.

“Princess!” You yelled, running out to get your little dog. “Sorry Eren, she loves new people. I thought she would stay sleep, but...” You coo and tap the floor so that she comes running. “I’ll put her up and then we can go.” You scoop her up.

He stops you, “Let me meet my baby’s baby.” He ushers her out of your hand and into his own, a deep smile on his face as she licks his fingers.

You ignore what he says and how it makes your stomach flutter, you just cross your arms and watch. “She’s the cutest.” He tells you, staring you down with a hooded gaze. “Let’s get going, ‘kay?”

You nod, heading to put her into a crate so she can sleep until you get back.

He waits for you, even when you lock up your apartment, he opens the car door for you. You don’t know why but you feel like everything’s going to change tonight.

And Eren can feel it too.

------

It isn’t until you’re already there that you realize his hand was on your thigh the entire car ride. His touch leaving a trail of hotness and when he finally parked, your eyes wouldn’t leave your thigh. Was it weird that you were already missing his touch against your skin?

You heard a few people greeting him as he caught up towards the house behind you, he nodded to a few and did a half wave to some others.

“Birthday boy Yeager, finally! Being late to your own party, really man?” Connie greeted him and your body froze.

Eren didn’t mention it was his birthday. Connie didn’t even mention it when he invited you. You frowned and moved closer before squeezing Eren’s side.

A slight yelp, “The fuck was that for?” He asked, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell me? You were selling me weed on your birthday, driving me to your birthday party and didn’t bother to mention it?”

“It…skipped my mind.” He muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“You didn’t tell your girl your birthday?” Connie snickered. “You didn’t want any birthday sex? Mannn—“

Eren lightly jabbed Connie’s arm, “You know we’re just friends.”

But really, who could tell? Whenever you both were together, you both always stood so close together, sometimes even with his hand on your waist. Deep long stares and only focusing on each other.

“Rightttttt.” Connie laughs and waves you and Eren down to the basement. “So while the party’s upstairs… our real party will be right here, just the gang you know…” He explained while you looked over the place.

A comfy basement with a long couch and two loveseats, a few white garden chairs. A bong on the table that sat in the middle and a few bottles of alcohol. “Sooo, where is everyone?” You raised your eyebrows, arms folded against your chest.

Connie thinks for a moment before raising a finger, pulling out his phone and calling someone. “Yeahhh, hello?” You and Eren shared a glance before looking back at Connie. “Fuck, you gotta be kidding me… no, no, it’s fine,” Connie does an awkward smile to you both. “Alright. Yeah. See you soon.” He sighs.

“Fuck, I gotta go. Sasha said she needs me to get her. Then Jean too and… yeah… basically I think all those fuckers need a ride.” He explains. “Please make yourselves comfortable down here or upstairs, whatever. I’ll just be right back.” He jogs up the stairs and closes the door.

You feel awkward just standing so you smooth out a place on the loveseat and sit down.

But of course you weren’t planning on Eren sitting next to you. Cramped up and all in your space, his legs spread wide with almost little room for your legs. You stare at him, “Seriously?”

He does a sly smile, “I can’t sit next to you? You gonna deny me all tonight huh?”

Remembering it was his birthday, you just let him. His arm over your shoulder and pulling you in. “Fine… fine.” You mutter, pulling out some of the weed you brought from him earlier.

“Hey…lemme roll that for you.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, he just does it. The shiny piercing on his tongue showing itself as he licked up the paper.

You squeezed your thighs, just watching him. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and with a few clicks, he lit your blunt and took one long drag from it, finally handing it to you.

“Thanks…” You brought it to your lips and his eyes burned into yours. You inhaled, smiling as you felt it come over you. You hummed to yourself, your hooded eyes watching him as he watched you.

“How you feelin’?” You heard him ask, your body humming and you leaned closer into his touch. Your head laying on his shoulder.

“Good.” You responded shortly. “Just really good.”

“I’m glad to hear that baby.” His voice sounded closer but you ignored it. You smoked the blunt again and when you went to exhale, he pressed his lips to yours, just a small peck.

Briefly, you would’ve missed it if your eyes weren’t open.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay…” You swallowed. “You can do it again.”

It was all he needed. His hands grabbed your face gently and he pressed a small peck on your lips. Then again. His hands touch the skin of your thigh when he goes in a bit deeper. No more little kisses, he’s fully kissing you on the lips. “Must be the weed, hm? You’d never let me kiss you…fuck,” He sounds pissed but mainly at himself.

“I took like two puffs, I’m barely…buzzed. I just… I mean why not?” You ask aloud, looking at him. Maybe you were just tired of pretending that you didn’t want him. That you didn’t want this. You were horny and maybe a quick fuck to get him out of your system would be good for the both of you.

“You like playing with my heart huh? You know how I feel and…” He trails off. “You know I like you—“

“You don’t like me, you just wanna fuck me like everyone else.” You had a hard time believing that he had feelings for you, that he wasn’t like any of the others before him. You wave him off but he grabs your wrist.

He clicks his teeth before laughing, “No, no, no…Baby. You’re special to me. Just want you all to myself, always.”

You snort, “Yeah right…” But your body felt so hot and like you’re wearing too many clothes.

“Come sit on my lap pretty girl. Let me show you something.” He pats his lap and grabs your waist, tightly.

“Show me what?” You were curious but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to come back to being just friends if you did what he asked.

“How much I like you.” He lifted you with ease and in an instant, you were on him. You could feel just how big and hard he was under you. You swallowed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Well? Show me.” You smile, hotness rolling off the both of you in waves. He smiles before he brings you in and kisses you.

Moaning when he pulls you closer, jerking his hips up to yours. His hands exploring your body and his tongue enters your mouth, swirling around. Slipping his tongue in and out your mouth, sucking on yours. His hands traveling down your back until he gripped your butt, spreading and massaging them in his large palms before sliding them up and down your back.

He kisses the sides of your neck and you take another drag of the blunt, feeling your lungs expand and the sensation of his mouth and hands making you shiver. He grabs your hips and rolls his more into yours, the fabric of his denim jeans hitting your clit.

Breathing heavily you inhale and with shaky hands you pull him forward. Kissing him with the smoke still in your lungs, his cock throbbing in his pants, he’s trying not to be greedy but he wants you. Tracing up and down your shirt, slipping his fingers underneath.

He feels a bit giggly afterwards. With a dopey big grin on his face, “You’re so pretty. Like an angel.” You’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt but your pussy is pulsing and you need him.

“Eren… thank you. But I just… need… I need you to…Please just touch me. Please.” His hands roam again. His cock half hard in his pants and his hands on your hips, he makes you roll them against his again. You gape and gasp a bit, feeling how hard he is against your damp dainty panties.

His hands are under your skirt and he massages the bit of your butt and thighs, spreading and patting you. He kisses you full on the lip and sucks more on your tongue before pulling back, “You’re just so pretty.” His forehead is on yours and his eyes are eating you up.

Your clit pulses and throbs the more he rolls your hips against his and the way he’s digging his fingers into the skin of your butt and thighs, you’re groaning and sighing, “This feels so…” you wrap an arm around his neck. “Good.” You whisper in his ear and feel him shiver, you press small kisses up and down his neck. “You’re so hard…” You lick him, small and to the point. “Eren…I—“

“Shhh,” He stops your hips, that were now moving on their own. “Just keep doing what feels natural… what feels right. We can talk about all of this later. But now? Let me make you feel good, yeah? Wouldn’t you like that?”

And it’s the way that he says it, honestly, that makes your heart speed up and your panties even more wet before he slips them to the side.

“Holy shit, already? This wet, baby? Damn…” His fingers sticky just from a quick slip inside, your mouth open and your legs shaking. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” You hear the sweet sounds of him fingering you, the wet noises echoing in the dark room.

“Fuck,” He mutters, flexing his fingers and twisting them inside. You clamp down on him and he bits his lip before kissing you, trying to keep you both quiet.

You lifted his shirt a little, looking at his stomach as he breathes in and out, his stomach muscles flexing. You smile to yourself, helping him out of his shirt before you trail your hand up and down his muscular chest and stomach. A semi thick patch of hair from his stomach and disappears down into his pants catches your attention and with a deep gulp your fingers dance lightly on his stomach until they disappear into his pants.

His breath hitches, “Your hands are so…whew,” His eyes are closed when you touch him, stroking him. “So damn soft. Too damn soft.” His hips jerk up at the contact of your hand against him.

“Has anyone ever—?” He doesn’t say it but licks his lips and sucks at his teeth.

“No, never…” Boys were too interested in sex never foreplay or oral. Some never even looked at your pussy.

He huffed, “Idiots. Want you to sit on my face, okay?” He could feel you twitching and your body freeze up.

“You’re so weird you know that?” You squeeze at his tip and he whined a bit, taking your wrist and taking it out of his pants.

“Hey, been thinking about it forever.” He have, he liked being your friend but he always thought about what’s between your legs. He always felt so guilty for it, this ulterior motive of his.

With your skirt still on, you move to hover over him. He breathes you in and groans out a deep “Fuck.” His tongue soaked in spit but he grabs at your thighs and slurps at your swollen clit. The heavy scent of your aroma wafting around his face.

Your thighs shaking as you rock your hips against him, but he wants to take things slow. Your juices all over his mouth and even a bit on his nose. You hated how greedy you were being. His tongue flicking at your stick clit and sucking on your lips.

“Eren! Faster…faster, please.” The cold metal piercing brushed against your clit and had you seeing stars so clearly that you tugged at his dark hair.

He liked the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue, even the way your mouth looked when you said it. Your lips: a work of art and your voice a song. So to be the one who’s listening and the one giving you this pleasure? He couldn’t help but smile to himself. To revel in it.

He chuckles listening to the soft moans of your pleads and begging, “No need to beg, don’t you know you own me? I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you say.”

His voice made you clench and he pressed small kisses up your slit before stretching you apart, “Think I can see you getting all wet for me…” His tongue dives in and your toes curl as he licks around the insides of you. Sucking at your folds and diving inside of your wetness, he moved one of his hands from your thighs and rubbed with two fingers on your achy clit. You shuddered, biting your lips.

He smiles looking at your pussy, so wet and pretty before he dives back in. Really just wanting to be covered in your scent. He gives a few more sucks, your hips raising and thrashing against his face.

“Baby,” The breath of his deep chuckle hitting your pussy and you shiver. “I’m leaking in my pants. I need you. Badly.”

He took his time but he laid you out on the couch, looking at the amount of your arousal that ran down your legs. He watched your pussy twitch, using his fingers he spread you open, clenching around the cool empty air. “Fuck,” you already looked fucked out and he haven’t even been inside of you yet.

Sliding his thick cock between your wet folds he felt you tremble. Tapping the head against your clit, he felt you jolt and he slowly slid inside of you. Your walls sucking him in and squeezing him tightly.

He groans, almost collapsing on top of you and you dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Wanted you for so long.” He kisses you quick and laced your fingers together, squeezing your hand. “It’s so wet inside of you, feels so fucking good.” Stretching and carving your insides to only fit his shape. Everything sounded underwater as he continued to pound inside of you. “You’re so perfect. So pretty. Fuck.” He angled his hips before thrusting faster inside of you. “So tight, so pretty, so mine.” He purred, licking up your throat and sucking; leaving a trail of hickies in his wake.

“Eren, oh god.” You breathe, worked up. He brings your legs from his waist and bring them closer to your head, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you.

“Think I’m in love withchu…” His thrusts are strong and now your feet dangling over your head, you couldn’t think straight. “But I think you already know that, hm? Think you love having me wrapped about your fingers.” Meeting every thrust he made, you felt a small bit of squirt splash and soak up his cock as he pulled it out before plunging back inside of you.

Your stomach is twisting and your toes curl heavenly as his dick continues, you push at his chest. “Wait! Eren…I…” You feel even more pressure in your gut and clench around him. “Please… no more.”

Your eyes are watery but Eren doesn’t care, instead he uses the pads of all his fingers and do deep aching rubs on your clit. Writing his name in your clit with your fingers, your thighs shake and then you’re finally cumming all over him and with a few more hard thrusts, he follows with a deep groan of your name.

He lays on top of you for a second to catch his breath before kissing you again. “I like you. Always have.” He huffed.

You bite back a smile. “I like you too…” You tell him shyly.

He gets up and hands you your pretty panties with a smug look. “So will you be my girlfriend?”

You chuckle, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend Eren.”

All Eren could think of was that this was his best birthday in a long while. He peppering kisses over your face.

“Alright… birthday boy, put some pants on.” You snicker, looking at his lower half, he was already getting back hard.

“Oh right.” He kissed you again.

[awill2live]

Quickie ★ Mikasa Ackerman

you and mikasa run late to a party

nsfw

“Baby, you almost done?” You called out from inside your bedroom, your voice a mix of excitement and impatience. The smell of freshly applied makeup and hairspray filled the air as you rummaged through the cluttered walk-in closet.

“Mika, hurry up. We're gonna be late!”

Mikasa was in the bathroom, taking her sweet time to perfect her makeup. The strokes of her mascara wand painted her lashes into sleek, dark crescents. Her lips the only thing that needed finishing, she reached for her lip gloss that wasn’t there. She called out.

"Y/N, can you pass me that tube of gloss?" Mika's voice echoed from the bathroom of her apartment, the walls adorned with pristine white marble and gleaming chrome fixtures.

You rush over to rummage through the vanity, your eyes landing on the object of desire. You picked it up, holding it out with a playful smile.

"Only if you let me put it on you," you teased, sauntering to the doorway.

Mikasa rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched upwards in amusement. She sat down on the edge of the counter, her legs spread just enough to allow you access to her inner thighs. You stepped closer, twisting the cap off the gloss with a click and holding it up.

"Ready?" you asked, voice low and playful.

She leaned back slightly, the cool marble sending a shiver through her body. "Do your worst," she replied, her tone challenging yet flirty.

You took the gloss and painted it slowly over your own lips, smacking them together before leaning in to kiss Mikasa’s. The sweet, sticky substance transferred, creating a perfect shine.

But before pulling away, your eyes fell to the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up just enough to reveal the top of her panties. Your gaze finally breaks as you set the gloss aside and placed your hands on her thighs.

You knew how even more late you’d be if you did what was brewing in the back of your mind. But fuck it you were already behind schedule anyway.

You slid your palms up the smooth skin, the fabric of the skirt whispering against your fingers until they reached the top of the lace. You paused for a moment, looking up at her for permission. Her eyes were half-lidded, a silent nod of consent.

You gently pushed the skirt higher, revealing the rest of the lingerie. Your thumb rubbed the fabric, feeling the dampness slowly seep through.

Mika's breath hitched as you rubbed her clit through the fabric, feeling it swell with anticipation. She leaned back further, her legs parting slightly, giving you full access.

You took the invitation and slid the skirt up to her waist, leaving her bare to your hungry gaze. Her panties were soaked, the dampness darkening the fabric, and the scent of her arousal filled the air. You felt your own desire spike, your pussy growing wet in response.

Mika wanted you so bad, watching you as you took your time savoring the moment, the anticipation killing her as she began to whine and squirm under your touch.

"Stop teasing me, y/n" she breathed, her voice shaky with desire.

You giggled in response kissing your way down her neck, teeth grazing the soft skin before moving to her collarbone, making her gasp.

Your hands slid down her thighs as you knelt in front of her, wasting no more time than you already had, pulling her panties off and tossing them aside before dragging your tongue through her slick folds.

"So needy, aren't you?" lips parting from her pussy just enough to speak before diving back in, your tongue drags up to her clit before suckling on the sensitive bud over and over again.

The sound of your tongue moving over her filled the room, a sweet sound that had Mika's legs shaking over your shoulders and nails digging into the edge of the countertop. Your eyes were locked on her, watching the pleasure wash over her face with every lick and suck, your mouth working tirelessly.

Mika's breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with every touch of your tongue. She could feel her orgasm building deep within her, she was a dripping messs and you made sure to lap up every drop.

Your hands gripped her thighs firmly, watching her squirm and bite her lip to hold back the moans that threatened to spill out. You knew exactly how to drive her crazy, and you wasn't going to stop until she heard those sweet sounds of pleasure.

"Don't hide from me mama, let me hear you" You whispered against her skin, breath hot and tickling.

You didn't wait for a response before your mouth closed over her clit again, pumping two fingers inside her fluttering walls.

Mika's hips bucked and she gave in to the moan that had been building in her throat, the sound echoing off the tiles. Your eyes fluttered closed, finally getting to hear all the sounds you had been craving. You felt powerful, like you had all the control in the world bring her to the edge over and over.

Mikasa stopped her movements when she felt her orgasm near, looking down at your head between her legs, eyes closed being completely focused on her pleasure, fingers wrapped around your hair, her pussy throbbing around fingers.

"Ahh fuck baby, feels so good" she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head.

She can feel you smile against her, still tongue and finger fucking her relentlessly, cheeks hollowed out as you sucked her clit into your mouth, adding the perfect amount of pressure with your teeth.

Your tongue slid over her slit, tracing circles around her clit, teasing it until it was swollen and begging for release. Feeling the tension in Mika's body, the way her thighs tightened around your head, and her stomach clenched.

With a final flick of your tongue, she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. You felt the walls of her pussy clench around your fingers, and you moaned against her clit, as she gushed against your face lapping it all up.

Mikasa's hips move of their own accord, riding your face through her orgasm, her cries of pleasure bouncing off the walls.

Eventually she comes down, her legs shaking as they slowly loosen their grip on your shoulders. She takes a moment to catch her breath, chest rising and falling rapidly. You pull back, lips glistening with her juices, a smug smile playing on her face.

"Ready to go now?" you ask, standing up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and handing back her panties.

With a half dazed smile Mika glanced back at you, snatching her panties back.

“We’re late.”

[chrollohearttags]

good morning. thinking about getting fingered awake by a pretty dom fem while she sucks on ur nipples and she’s just teasing you the entire time like ‘aw I know you’re awake gorgeous, just open your eyes’ ‘you’d feel so better if you’d just come already’. and her normally soft(ish) voice is all raspy..she’s nibbling at your ear about to drive you crazy—

[twilovesshuake]

Y/n: Truth or Dare?

Mikasa: Truth.

Y/n: Do you want to kiss me?

Mikasa: Dare.

Y/n: *Leans in* I dare you to kiss me.

Mikasa: Never have I ever-

Y/n: THAT'S NOT THE GAME-

[leviismybby]

"Pregnant?" Connie's mouth drops as you and Levi make the announcement. You kept your pregnancy a secret for long enough and your belly was starting to show too much, they would've figured it out anyway. Sasha stops eating, her eyes go wide, Jean next to her tries not to smile, he definitely wants to say something inappropriate. Before he gets the chance to, Armin speaks. "Congratulations captain and name!" He smiles at both of you. The tension at the table was awkward as you knew that some of them didn't even know you and Levi were dating.

Mikasa doesn't say anything but you can see the slight smile on her face meanwhile Eren looks like he is having some sort of flashbacks. "Congrats." He says, his green eyes shifting from his food to your belly, which makes you question a few things but you smile back and nod your head at him. "You know Captain for humanity's strongest soldier you sure don't know how to pull-ow!" Sasha stomps on Connie's foot under the table and Jean laughs. "Be mature for once will you!" The brunette says to him with her mouth full of food. Levi rolls his eyes at the banter, he really didn't want to tell them. It's not because he doesn't trust them but he thinks that it's safer for you and your baby if less people knew.

"You're the one to talk! Your mouth is full of food." Connie bites back at Sasha and she just continues to eat. Mikasa turns to you. "Congratulations. I still don't know how you keep up with him." She says, her and Levi did have a bumpy relationship but you know that she doesn't mean it in a bad way. "Well now I will have to keep up with two..." You chuckle. "Can we name it?" Jean asks. "Absolutely not." Levi doesn't even let him think about it. "And from now I want you all to be careful around name, is that clear?" They all nod at Levi's command.

"It's a boy." Eren says, he has been awfully quiet since you said that you were expecting a child, the whole table turned to look at him. "I mean, I think it's going to be a boy." He says, looking down at his food. Sasha shakes her head. "Nuh uh, it's definitely a girl!" They all start to place bets and Levi sighs, he whistles to get their attention. "You're not betting on a the gender of my fucking child. Now, after breakfast, I want to see all of you train extra hard understood?" "Yes, captain!" They all say in unison, Armin sheepishly looks at you. "I agree with Eren, I think it's a boy. I read that boys leave all the beauty to the mother and you're glowing Name." You smile at him, Armin always was sweet, well most of the time.

"Right, can you guys please keep this a secret? We don't want everyone to know." It's a simple request that leaves your mouth. They all nod, this went better than you thought it would, most of them are happy but Eren's reaction lingers at the back of your mind. "Listen when the little Ackerman terror is born, can I be the godfather?" That's a question that throws Levi off guard, especially since Jean asked it. "No, I want to be the godfather! That baby deserves someone fun as the godfat-" "Neither of you." Levi says, pinching the area between his eyes. "Now, off to training." Standing up one by one they all make their way outside, Mikasa approaches you. "If you need anything you can let me know." She says and you can't help but smile at her. "Thank you, Mikasa."

As the room clears, Levi turns to you. "I am surprised that none of them asked how kids are made." Laughing at these words, you shake your head. "They are all 17-18, Levi. They know all too well by now." You can still remember how traumatized Eren and Mikasa were when they found out, to your surprise, that Armin knew despite his two confused best friends. "Yeah well, all of them are still brats." He kisses your temple and then your belly. "I'll see you two later." He gives you a quick kiss before heading out to training. Your hand goes down to your belly and you rub the bump, in this time of war and hardship, a baby will surely bring at least a bit of happiness into it all.

[mookiesspace]

𝑆𝑂𝑈𝐿𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑆

ony x black fem reader , mentions of cheating , toxic relationship , jealousy , angst , use of pet names ( mama, baby ) , short story , not proofread

a/n : this is js a late night scenario I thought abt w cheater ony he been stuck in my head all night 😭 . + this is not part 2 !!

"I give you chance after fucking CHANCE Onyankopon and you still pull this dumbshit on me." feeling the tears start to burn your big doe eyes you throw all of ony's shit at him. you had already pack all his shit up that he left at your house just like last time. "I'm done trying to please and pamper yo lyin ass! WHY DO I HAVE TO PROVE TO YOU THAT I'M WORTH MORE THAN THOSE BITCHES YOU LIKE TO FUCK AROUND ON?!?!" he didn't even try to argue nor fight back with you. he knew he fucked up.. again. and this was by far your last straw. you've had it with him sleeping around with random bitches coming home to you acting like he loves and values you when in reality he doesn't. was it so hard to stay loyal?? what was it all for. you've spent to much time on this man and this time you were really done. as you finish throwing his shit at him you glare at him sucking back the small hiccups & salty tears you feel like expressing. "GET out. and I mean it this time Onyankopon. don't you EVER come back here." "Ma-" "OUT ONY!" and those were the last words you ever spoke to him before kicking him out for good. until that very night..

there he was. your good for nothing ass ex boyfriend, Onyankopon, standing up tall holding a bouquet of red roses as if nothing at all happened. "you've gotta be fucking kidding me.." you muttered in a shaky tone rubbing your puffy red eyes from pervious crying you'd done earlier. "Listen mama I know you mad bu-" "mad?? FUCKING MAD ONY!?!" you yell angerly cutting him off. is he fucking serious you thought. you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream in that moment.. "I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN ONY!!" before getting the chance to fully slam your door a hard hand brings it to a sudden opening again. "Please mama, just listen to me.. you know ian mean it.." "Ony get the fuck out" "Please mama. baby I need you to hear me." "On-" "Please baby..." and just like that it was last month all over again.. ony cheating on you, throwing him out, just to find him at your doorstep that very night with a bouquet of flowers sneaking his way back into your already broken heart. you feel your hot tears start to stream down your puffy cheeks and your lip begins to quiver. and there ony was, lifting your chin up only to lean in and kiss those pretty lips of yours knowing damn well you'd never get rid of him for good. because like you said you were soulmates..

[grimesproperty]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

You and Eren are such close best friends, almost "platonic." You open up to Eren about your desire to gain more experience now that you both are in college. Being the sweet best friend he is, he listens to you. And being the sweet best friend you are.

You ask him if he can teach you a few things, even teaching you how he is gonna take your virginity.

(PART TWO)

EREN YEAGER X READER

cw: nsfw

—

"You can't just... expect to be good at it," he said, leaning back on your bed, arms stretched behind his head, the thin fabric of his t-shirt clinging to his chest. "You gotta practice. Learn. Like anything else."

"So?, you said you were going to teach me,” you said, voice shaking a little too much.

He grinned, sharp and wicked. "Only if you ask nicely."

It was supposed to be a joke.

It wasn't.

Because somewhere between laughter and half-drunken dares, you were sitting on his lap, straddling him, heat pooling between your legs, heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped thing. Nobody has ever gone down on you before.. you were nervous. Too nervous to meet his gaze.

And Eren... Eren looked at you like he was starving

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice hoarse, brushing hair behind your ear with trembling fingers. "Tell me to stop, and I swear I will."

You didn't.

You kissed him instead, reckless and messy, lips colliding with no finesse — just need.

He kissed every inch of you, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing the shape of your body with his mouth. And when he kissed lower, between your thighs, leaving open-mouthed kisses along soft skin — you gasped his name, grabbing at his hair.

"Let me," he rasped against your thigh, voice desperate. "Please. Let me taste you."

You were already too far gone to deny him.

And when he finally dragged his tongue over you — slow, devastating — it shattered something between you.

Because Eren wasn't careful. He was hungry.

Growling low in his throat, he buried himself between your thighs like he was a man possessed, arms hooked under your hips to pin you against his mouth.

It wasn't neat. It wasn't gentle

It was messy, dirty, desperate — wet sounds filling the room as he licked and sucked and groaned against you like he needed it to breathe. Like getting you off was the only thing that mattered.

You came so hard you saw stars, sobbing his name, thighs clamping around his head. But he didn't stop. God, he didn't stop.

Licking you through it, pressing kisses against your soaked folds, whispering broken things against your skin:

"So sweet... can't get enough of you... fuck, you're perfect, you're so perfect—"

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was slick with you, green eyes blown wide with something feral and aching.

And when you reached for him — dazed, trembling — he just cradled your face in his hands, looking at you like you'd ruined him.

"This isn’t just sex anymore," he said, voice wrecked. "This was never just sex."

You were both breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync, faces inches apart.

No jokes now. No games. Just raw, terrifying truth.

You stared at him — your best friend, your everything — and realized the terrifying, beautiful thing neither of you could deny anymore:

You weren't just friends. You weren't just lovers. You were something deeper, older, written into your bones.

“Tell me to stop.”

The words rasped from Eren’s mouth, his breath hot against your inner thigh. But his eyes — those feral, starving green eyes — begged you to do the opposite.

You didn’t tell him to stop. You spread your legs wider for him.

And he broke.

He growled — an honest, low sound vibrating through his chest — and dove in like a man who’d been dying of thirst and just found water.

His tongue licked a fat, slow stripe up your pussy, from dripping entrance to sensitive clit, moaning low like you were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

“Fuck— you taste so good,” he groaned, the words almost angry. "So fuckin’ sweet—"

Then he latched onto your clit and sucked, messy and obscene, spit and slick mixing until you were gasping, hips bucking uselessly against his mouth.

He didn’t care about neatness. He wasn’t trying to impress you.

Eren was devouring you.

Wet, filthy sounds filled the room — the lewd slurping of his mouth on you, the desperate noises ripping from your throat as his tongue worked you over with single-minded, brutal precision.

He ate like he wanted to crawl inside you.

Fucking his tongue into your tight, aching hole, moaning against you like he was losing his mind, nose nudging your swollen clit with every filthy lick. His hair was a mess under your fingers, and you couldn’t stop pulling, grounding yourself before you floated away.

“E-Eren—” you whimpered, trembling.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

“Look at you,” he panted against your dripping cunt, fingers digging bruises into your thighs to hold you open for him. “Already fuckin’ falling apart for me— you needed this, didn’t you, baby? Needed me to ruin you—"

He buried his face back between your legs before you could answer, tongue fucking into you so deep you cried out, thighs shaking violently.

You came — hard — clenching around his tongue, grinding against his mouth shamelessly as he moaned into your orgasm like he was getting off on it.

But Eren didn’t stop when you came. No, he kept going.

Overstimulation slammed into you, overwhelming and brutal, as he licked you through it — messy, desperate, starving — spit and slick dripping down your thighs, coating his mouth and chin.

You felt him slide two thick fingers into you without warning, curling them perfectly inside you as he sucked your clit back into his mouth, groaning like he couldn't get enough of the way you squeezed him.

"S'tight, fuck— so perfect for me," he slurred, voice ruined, fucking his fingers into you faster, messier, noisier.

The squelching sounds were so filthy you could barely process them — just whimpering, babbling nonsense, totally helpless against the way he was breaking you apart.

“Gimme another one,” he growled, voice rough, desperate. “Come again. Want you soaked all over my fuckin’ face.”

And you did — pathetically fast — body locking up, thighs trembling violently as you shattered again with a raw sob of his name.

“Eren— oh my god— EREN—!”

He groaned like a man possessed, licking you through it, like he wanted every drop of you, like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was shiny with you — lips, chin, nose soaked — eyes glassy and wrecked.

You lay there trembling, fucked-out and teary-eyed, chest heaving.

And then he crawled up your body — slow, heavy — caging you under him, face hovering inches from yours.

You could still taste yourself on his lips when he kissed you, filthy and deep, no hesitation, like he wanted you to know exactly what he’d done to you.

When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to yours, voice low and broken, "Your fucking kill me.."

"Get on your knees," he says, pulling back. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze, confusion evident on your face.

You should’ve known Eren wouldn’t let it end there, you told yourself.

He was kneeling above you now, green eyes wrecked, cock heavy and flushed against his stomach, throbbing between you two.

Not when he was looking at you like you were something holy — something he wanted to ruin and worship in equal measure.

"Want you to learn somethin’ else," he rasped, voice broken and low.

Your throat went dry, your legs still trembling from how brutally he'd devoured you earlier.

Eren fisted the base of his cock, sliding it slowly through his spit-slicked hand, precum leaking from the tip, smearing across his knuckles.

"You ever deepthroat before, baby?" he murmured, almost sweet. You shook your head, wide-eyed, lips parted.

He smiled — soft, devastating. "It's okay. I'll teach you."

You were already on your knees before him, trembling hands resting on his thighs, your mouth watering at the sheer size of him.

"You gotta relax," he whispered, cupping your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. "Let me in. Let me take care of you."

Your heart thundered.

You opened your mouth.

Eren groaned — wrecked — guiding the flushed, leaking head of his cock to your lips.

"That's it," he panted as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking shyly, feeling the heat and weight of him on your tongue. "So fuckin’ pretty with my cock in your mouth—"

He pushed in slow, letting you get used to it, letting you breathe — but even then, you gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears immediately pricking your eyes.

You whimpered, choking slightly, drool already starting to drip down your chin.

"Shh, shh, good girl, so good," Eren cooed, brushing your hair off your face, thumb wiping a tear away. "That's what I want, baby. Let it all out for me."

You gagged again as he rocked his hips slightly, deeper, forcing you to take more of him, your throat convulsing around the fat head of his cock.

The wet, messy sounds were obscene — your sobs, your gasps, the slurp of drool leaking from your lips.

"You’re doin’ so good," he praised between heavy breaths. "So fuckin’ brave for me, pretty thing."

He pulled back just enough to let you breathe, then pushed in again — deeper this time — holding your head still with both hands as you struggled, tears pouring down your face, spit stringing between your lips and his cock.

Your jaw ached. Your throat burned. You loved it.

He was whispering broken things, voice shattering:

"Fuck— you're made for this— perfect little mouth— my pretty baby— takin’ me so well—"

You whimpered around him, trying to swallow him deeper, desperate for more praise, desperate to make him proud.

He hissed, hips jerking, barely holding himself back.

"Fuck— you want it deeper, huh? Look at you— beggin' for it— god, you’re fuckin’ perfect—"

You nodded the best you could, gagging around him, crying openly now — spit, snot, tears a mess across your face.

Eren nearly lost it right there.

He pulled back, letting you gasp for air, chest heaving, before tapping his cock against your swollen lips.

"You wanna try again, baby?" he crooned, voice dark with hunger. "Wanna be a good girl for me?"

"Please," you sobbed, completely wrecked. "Please, Eren— wanna be good for you—"

He moaned — wrecked, possessive, in love — grabbing your jaw and sliding his cock back into your mouth, deeper this time, guiding your head onto him slowly but firmly.

You gagged violently when he bottomed out, nose pressed against his pelvis, tears streaming, but Eren was right there, praising you, worshipping you:

"That's it, that's my good girl," he panted. "So fuckin’ good for me— takin’ it all— proud of you, baby— so proud—"

You sobbed around him, overwhelmed, humiliated, honored — desperate for every word, every touch.

And when he finally started thrusting — slow, controlled, using your mouth like it was his — you surrendered completely.

Tears, spit, the sounds of your messy throatfucking filled the room — filthy, desperate, devastating.

You barely registered him pulling you off at the last second, groaning your name like a prayer, thick ropes of cum painting your swollen lips, your chin, your trembling fingers.

You gasped, blinking up at him through blurry, tear-soaked eyes, wrecked and ruined and so full of love you thought you might die from it.

Eren collapsed to his knees, pulling you into his arms, cradling you against his bare chest.

He kissed your spit-smeared cheeks, your tear-streaked forehead, whispering broken, beautiful things:

"Mine," he breathed. "You're mine. Always."

And you clung to him, sobbing against his chest, because you knew it too.

You weren't just friends. You weren’t just lovers.

You were soulmates. Filthy, messy, destroyed.

And you’d never be whole without him again.

—

Hope you guys enjoyed this little series!

[jjkprncss]

FEEL SO GOOD - LEVI ACKERMAN

TW: PRAISE, SEX, ROUGH (ISH)

A/N: another quick lil post bc sb said I don't post enough aot stuff:p

820 pm, Santa Monica CA

"look at me when you bounce on it yn … just like that" he chuckled deeply as his hand held your jaw tightly, forcing you to look at him. his free hand snaked from your waist, tracing across your soft brown skin to your ass, slapping it as if it was a reflex.

"levi … no please …" you hesitated trying to pull your face away from his but of course, you failed. both levis hands gripped your ass, guiding your movements as he began bucking his pale hips up into yours. "why no? you look so pretty yn … why don't you think so?"

youve been feeling insecure lately and life has been so stressful. your annoying boss, the hot weather is causing you to sweat your edge control out constantly, breaking out, and people just being annoying as fuck.

soon enough, you told your fiance that you haven't been feeling yourself and he's been trying to make things easier for you. giving you warm baths, ordering your favorite food, and buying you sweet gifts. sadly even with his efforts nothing helped. what would make it worse, are you lashing out at him constantly on small things. levi, being the confident man he is thought nothing of it because he knew you were going through a hard time. but that didn't stop him from trying to make you happy.

"you're so smart yn, you know how to use your words so why don't you use them?" he groaned, gripping onto your hair and earning a slight gasp from you.

the mixture of pleasure from his dick pumping in and out of you, and the pain from your thick hair in his hand gave you an everlasting feeling of euphoria.

your eyes widened as his tip rammed against your cervix as you dug your neatly painted french tips into his muscular thighs

"I … I dont- ngh … know!" you screamed, your mouth still hanging open from the feeling of lust filling the room. "you're so pretty to me you know that?" he cooed, slowing down the pace of his hips as he pulled to close, his soft pink lips leaving kisses along your jawline.

"lookin' so pretty taking this dick … just like a good girl yea?" you squealed, nodding your head profusely as you felt yourself clench tighter around him. "ouh fuck I felt that … you like when I call you a good girl yn? that shit turn you on doesn't it?"

you bit your bottom lip, slowly grinding your hips into his as his hand cupped your left breast, pinching at the nipple. "yesss" you whined, looking down at his veiny hand.

"such a good girl yn … responding to me … look how smart you are"

[cindol]

womanly strength ﹒ ୭ৎ

cw— smut, strap-on used, full nelson sex position, black coded reader, girl on girl

She’s aware of her strength of how she squash a melon with just her thighs and put someone in a tight choke hold if she wanted and she was for certain aware of your fascination for her strong arms, always darting your eyes at them.

She loves feeding into whatever kink you have for them, always putting you in a playful chokehold not too tight so it wasn’t putting your life in any dangerous but an enjoyable way to where it makes you grin clawing at her arm while she grins back.

She uses her strength to her advantage also when it came to turning you on in sex always doing new positions to test you. With you lying on top of her, legs bent at your knees and apart she’d wrap her strong arms underneath your legs to pick you up. It gets a gasp out of you at first once you felt the black strap on start to move in and out of you.”a-ah that’s!—mmph..”

Even at your confused gasp mixed with soft moans she hushes you when you grab at her elbows.”shh shh.. gonna feel so good in a minute baby. Don’t you trust your strong girl?” of you did, you always did even if you were a little suspicious so you nodded along with a mumbled ‘mhm’ too focused on how her strap was going in and out of you.

“then don’t be so worried, you know I always fuck you good how you like.” If her hands were free she would’ve gripped your chin for you to get the message but once she started to thrust in and out of you at a consistent pace you got it.

With every thrust you got wetter and your slickness was getting on the strap. Her thrusting was getting quicker and sloppier inside your cunt, she took it up a level planting her feet onto the bed and her arms gripping much harder underneath your legs. It was so much making you squeal and moan trying to just grab something with your flailing hands at it.”o-oh—mmph!— so much giving me so much!”

Her respond remained the same with a grunt.”you can handle it though yeah? You can handle your strong girl?”

ㄑ﹒ yuki tsukumo, mikasa ackerman, quanxi .

[cloudzoro]

She gently rocks her hips from behind you, letting her strap stimulate you through your first orgasm of the night. Once you've settled, she keeps a grip on your hair as she pulls out. She guides you to turn around so you're facing her.

“Suck it for me, baby. Taste yourself.” She says with a grin. Not everything in sex is about physical stimulation. Sometimes just a visual can have someone riled up in seconds. You do as you're told; taking the toy into your mouth and sucking around it. She coos praises as you take it as far as you can. You know she wants a show and you're more than happy to entertain her. When you try and look up to meet her eyes your pussy clenches at the expression on her face - she looks about ready to eat you alive. She pulls you up to her eye level by the hair and leans in to speak to you. “Do you want to go another round with the strap? or so you want me to take this off and sit right on that pretty face?”

---

Nami, Reiju Vinsmoke, Tashigi, Mikasa Ackerman, Olivier Armstrong, Yuki Tsukomo, Utahime Iori