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nanaminsmoon · 1 month ago

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subby!eren x reader. - e.jaegar. 18+. mdni.

a/n: fun fact, actually really sad fact but i wrote this to post it on valentine's day...last year. so just think of this as me clearing stock because this was collecting dust for a whole year and it's the only complete fic i have lol. and thanks to @dewbidiseu for making want to post again:))

wc: 2047 + lazily proofread because i hate reading my work.

thinking about eren’s anniversary gift to you being to let you do whatever you want to him. his generosity would land him on a dining chair in your shared apartment, legs wide spread with his hands out of sight. they’d be tightly bound, wrists held together by the pink tie he had worn with his suit—its colour matching your dress. enthused eyes would affix themselves to the emerald lace hugging your torso, their indecision evident in their fast and aimless movements. looking at you, eren didn’t know how to feel. because, on one hand, warmth spread through his chest at the kind gesture of his girlfriend matching her lingerie with the feature of his that she liked most. yet, his dick pulsated at the sight of the exposed parts of you that you knew he wanted to taste most. a harsh gulp would have his adam’s apple bobbing as he watched you saunter towards him, your pupils fixated on the burning tips of his ears that his hair couldn’t cover. out of his eyeline, the restraints on his hands were no longer a concern, and eren’s main focus had become the wetness permeating the trouser material on his thigh once you sat on it. in a silent expression of their owner’s frustration, eren’s hands would fidget before relaxing at the feeling of your lips meeting the shell of his ear.

that frustration would soon resurrect as a feverishly desperate mutation of what it once was, covering eren’s torso in a dusty pink colour. it’d flush all over him, only worsening with every new place your lips reached. after wrapping themselves around his lobe, they’d explored the side of his neck without a single regard for the desirous whines they were leading out of the corners of eren’s mouth. they’d weave a web of burst blood vessels over his torso, lipstick marks being a placeholder for the places they couldn’t reach. and all eren could do was sit there and take it while his vision blurred and his pocket square absorbed whatever his crooning mouth couldn't contain—both in noise and saliva. light pink cotton would choke him when your finger hooked itself on the scarlet rope pressing indents into his skin and contracting muscles. for eren, breath regulation seemed a distant mirage, appearing once you pulled away from him, only to fade to vanish once you did something else. like when you suddenly started moving on his thigh in that way you knew drove him insane; head thrown back as you moaned his name into the air and he grappled for his sanity. freedom was at the tips of his fingers. eren knew that. he could move and remove your makeshift gag anytime he wanted to. but he didn’t want to. though he could barely support his head, because of your languid actions on his skin, your moving on his thighs, as well as your hand on his dick. a part of him he’d never indulged before didn’t want it to end. no matter how agonised he looked. it was all too much; the nips on his flesh, the feel and sounds you made as you rode his thigh, and the stimulation to his dick through his dress trousers.

“you okay, ‘ren?”, you pouted, and he'd look up to meet his glossy green eyes with yours. you'd see his features lift to reveal a smile as he nodded blearily. you'd pull back from him, a hand would rest planted on his dick, while the other hand grabbed his face to examine his features; cheeks rouged, long brown eyelashes sticking together as he blinked, and eyebrows scrunched. a light tug on the sanguine rope was enough to have his hips raising, the tent in his slacks begging for attention, and you'd take out the pocket square from his mouth.

“i wan—i need more, y/n”, he'd say breathily, “give me more. please”, that last ‘please’ was broken up, as his voice box just gave up on him. you'd pout at him again, tilting your head,

“you sure you can take it, ‘renny?”, you'd ask, and he'd nod fervently.

“i can take it, just…put it in your mouth”, he'd look down at the wet patch on his boxers—liquids wetting it from both beneath and above the fabric. embarrassment painted his features, but his pride was dead and buried, and he needed you to revive it. his covered bulge sat at the opening of his zip, and you'd follow his shift in gaze, and smile at him slyly. his legs would move together in a futile attempt to hide the tent between his legs. he felt so embarrassed that he was this easy, but he'd still bite his lips gently at the thought.

your hand would move from his chin to his cheek and he’d gently lean into your touch—the warmth of your hand being a slight bit of solace. he was pliant in the palm of your hands, melting into it. and any ounce of domination in him disintegrated,

“i’ve been so good f’r you, y/n. please, i’m about to lose my mind”, he’d plead, laboured words leaving his mouth in quick succession. the leg you weren’t sat on rapidly moved—his need travelling throughout him. and since you were still palming his dick, the movement of his leg provided him with enough friction to make him sandwich his lip between his teeth as he just fucked up into your hand. his teeth would release his lip, allowing him to let whatever he had left of his voice out of his mouth, mainly in quiet curses and whines. you’d watch him for a few seconds; mouth agape, and his hips moving back and forth on the chair as he pushed his dick into your palm. for his sanity, you’d stop him and take his dick out of his boxers, making sure to observe the way it leaked precum. the pad of your thumb would spread it over his tip, and the green pupils glued to you would vanish for a second as his eyes closed. mainly because it felt good, but also because he felt pathetic, he never knew he could want you this badly and abashment washed over him at the thought of facing you directly. an electric shudder flew through him when you licked a stripe under his shaft. and it’d be recurring as you placed delicate kisses on his tip,

“y/n, stop t-teasing and just put it innnggffuck”, his sentence would be interrupted by the wetness of your mouth surrounding his tip. with how sensitive his dick felt with you ‘accidentally’ brushing yourself against it all night, as well as everything else that had happened, that action felt like spraying an extinguisher on a burning building. but the tip would be the only place in your mouth for a few minutes, much to eren’s dismay. but you’d soon put more of him in your mouth. but eren was impatient so, after making the dumb decision to let his body control him as opposed to his mind, his hips would buck up so his tip hit the back of your throat. the sudden movement would cause you to gag around him, and just that one action had him shooting ropes of cum; splatters of it on your face, and chest.

once his release drowned him in pleasure, it’d also rid him of his sense; sight blurred and hazed, ears clogged, and skin feeling like it was tv static. he’d notice you’d gone silent and open his eyes to see a pout on your face. he’d gathered it was because of his nut on you. and once that realisation settled over him, he’d realise that, if you were anything like him, he’d feel the consequences of it. but he’d still look up at you remorsefully,

“i”, he sighed, “’m so, so sorry”, he spoke breathily, and you’d look down at the mess and pout at it. in this state of mind, eren was so unlike himself. usually, eren was in charge because he knew that if he relinquished control, then you’d know how easy he was. but today was different, and he didn’t have enough coherency to feel otherwise.

“you’re so messy, eren”, you tsked, “could you clean it for me?”, you hummed, and he’d look at you, post-nut clarity would make him hesitate but something in him would make him lean forward and lick a strip of it off you.

“untie me now, i wanna touch you”, he ordered, dishevelled. you wondered if you’d feel the repercussions of your actions, but you’d get rid of the rope—the tie was tied pretty loosely. so he could escape it pretty quickly. and he did. he’d wriggle out of it, and start grabbing at you—breathing heavy as he kissed your skin while inhaling your scent deeply.

despite all his previous contentions, eren had been wrong; he couldn't take it. taking it felt so good, but it made him feel dirty and wrong. a slight bit of shame fell over him at the fact that he loved you taking such good care of him, making him feel good until his dick started feeling raw. he hated that he loved the pain of being overstimulated, he felt like he’d blanked out and his body was just working on its own; pulling you down on him, making you ride him. deep whines would leave eren's mouth as you bounced on him, his voice grainy and running out as he swore and groaned underneath you. he had come so many times, he was shooting blanks. there was nut on his thighs, stomach, hands and you. even though he could freely touch you and say whatever he wanted, eren was just moaning—nothing else threatening to leave his mouth. his grip on your hips was tight, his fingers were cramping and he was delirious. eren didn't know how long he had been sitting there, or what time it was but he did know he was about to cum again,

“y/n, wait”, he'd say, holding you still. he’d start you pull you up off him, but you’d stop him. his eyes would meet yours, and you’d slowly slide back down on him.

“you wanted to be impatient, eren,”, you stroked stray hairs from his face, “so take it”, you'd retort, kissing his cheek. that was a comment you had heard too many times from eren; he’d make you beg for him, then tell you to take him when you told him it was too much. and, until today, pride had pursed his lips whenever he even dared to try and confess how tight your leash around his neck was. but seeing him like this—upper half sweaty and rouged, while his lower half relentlessly pursued your touch—it was more than obvious. yet still, those small meek tinges of his domineering nature would rear their heads,

“fuck you”, his voice was small yet defensive, but once he realised you were really about to ride him through this nut, he conceded very quickly.

“i meant sorry—shit—i’m sorry”, he apologised, small tear drops flowing down his face. having never been overstimulated to the point of tears, eren never even knew such a thing was possible for him. and, once he caught his breath and reconfigured his mind, he’d readjust to his surroundings and take in all that had just been uncovered: eren was malleable before you. ready to be whatever, and whoever, you wanted him to be so long as you kept him feeling good.

#≡;- ꒰ °nanaminsmooninc.꒱#aot eren #eren aot #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #aot x black reader #aot x black y/n #eren x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #eren x y/n #eren x black y/n #eren x you

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ffleurist · 3 months ago

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🕸️ 017 . threads of comfort

synopsis after encountering spider-man from a late-night walk, only to you share a conversation about love, self-worth, and moving on, with Spider-Man encouraging her to stop waiting for someone who doesn’t show up. wc 211

devastated by the fact that michael kaiser had ghosted you after the day you hanged out at your house, you tried to be understanding. after all, he was going through a lot, but you couldn’t help hoping he’d turn to you for comfort. walking along the sandy beach, the chilly wind whipping through your hair, you couldn’t shake the loneliness. it was late, and you decided it was time to head home.

as you walked towards the bus stop, you were suddenly confronted by two imposing men, their builds intimidating enough to make you feel small and powerless. your heart raced as you realised you were completely alone on the beach. was this it? were you about to be robbed?

fear gripped you, and you cursed yourself for not heeding your friend’s advice to head home earlier. the men finally noticed you, and with a menacing step in your direction, panic set in. you turned and ran as fast as you could, only to trip over your own shoelaces. the men caught up to you quickly, and before you could react, you felt a firm hand cover your eyes. you heard thuds in the distance, the unmistakable sound of punches landing.

as he removed his hands from your eyes, you blinked, still in a daze. the air around you felt charged, and your heart was still pounding in your chest. the man in the red and blue suit was standing just a few feet away, hands raised in a non-threatening

“hey, are you okay? don’t worry, i’m not here to hurt you," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, though there was a slight hint of nervousness in it.

you stared at him in disbelief. "spider-man? you saved me? thank you, i didn’t know what would’ve happened to me if you weren’t there. i was so terrified.” you started crying.

he panicked slightly. "hey, hey, don’t cry, okay? they can’t hurt you anymore, see? what’s a beautiful lady like you doing out here anyway? it’s not safe."

"guess you scared them off for me," you replied, still catching your breath. "i was just getting some fresh air."

his eyes brightened, as if a thought had just clicked. "say, are you afraid of heights?"

you shook your head, still trying to collect yourself, the adrenaline still pulsing through your veins. "no, not really."

"good, but you better hold on tight."

before you could process his words, spider-man gently scooped you up in his arms, surprising you with his strength. "wha—" you gasped, your hands instinctively gripping onto his suit.

"don’t worry, i’ve got you," he reassured you as he leapt, using the webbing to swing you both into the air.

you let out a small yelp of shock as you soared high above the streets, the wind rushing past your face. the world below you suddenly seemed so small.

"spider-man what are you—" you started, but he was already weaving through the buildings, moving with a fluid, graceful motion that made it look effortless.

"you said you needed fresh air, right?" he said with a grin in his voice.

this was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. and despite the shock, a part of you felt exhilarated, your heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

you glanced at him, trying to make sense of it all. "this is insane."

he chuckled. "you think? you should see it from my point of view." he tilted his head slightly, looking down at you. "better now?"

the view of the city lights twinkling beneath you, the sound of your breath mingling with the rush of the wind, it felt surreal. you nodded, still in awe, though part of you couldn’t help but feel something else stir deep inside you.

maybe it was the danger, or maybe it was the way spider-man had seemed so effortlessly cool and composed, but you realized, for some reason, this was one night you’d never forget.

"yeah," you finally managed, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "this is better."

he finally came to a stop at the tokyo bridge, gently setting you down. as you took in the view, you felt his hand subtly rest on your waist.

"i’ve got you," he said softly, his voice steady. "so, how’s the fresh air?"

you sighed, looking out at the scene before you. "it’s complicated. the guy i thought i liked, he ghosted me. i get it, though, but i just wanted to be there for him, you know? i guess i just wanted him to lean on me for a change.”

"well, i think you’re right to want him to lean on you. but you deserve someone who won’t make you wait around. you’ve got a lot to offer. trust me, anyone who doesn't see that is missing out."

“it’s just hard, you know? i really want to be there for him.” you then look at him, a bit more open than before, asking, "how do you stay so sure of yourself? it’s like you never doubt anything."

he chuckles softly, a confident grin spreading across his mask. "i don't have time to doubt, honestly. life moves fast, and if you're not sure of yourself, you're just holding yourself back. i learned a long time ago that you have to keep pushing”

he steps a little closer, his voice lowering slightly as he adds “so, tell me more about this guy of yours. what makes him so special that you’re willing to wait around?”

you hesitate for a moment, “he's complicated. he's not perfect, but i thought maybe we could figure it out together. but i don't know anymore. it feels like i’m always the one trying, and he’s not showing up the way i need him to."

your words hang in the air, a little uncertain but opening up to spider-man in a way you hadn’t expected.

he leans casually against the railing, “you know,” he says after a moment, his voice calm but firm, “it’s not your job to wait around for someone to figure out how they feel about you. especially if they keep leaving you in the dark. you deserve more than that.”

the words hit harder than you’d like to admit.

“why do you even care?” you ask

he shrugs, a playful lilt returning to his tone. “it’s kind of my job. saving people, listening to them when they need it. besides, you’ve got this way of looking out for everyone but yourself. someone should return the favour.”

“thanks,” you say with a steady voice.

“anytime,” he replies, stepping back and shooting you a crooked grin through his mask. “now, how about i swing you home? unless you feel like talking to more shady guys on the beach.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i think i’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

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readingwiththestars · 9 months ago

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₊˚⊹♡ THE GRANDEST GAME

["Riddles are for people who enjoy playing,” .... “Do you consider yourself playful, Mr. Hawthorne?”]

| ✮ 4 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [!!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!] this is very long guys sorry

ok so *cracks knuckles* lets talk about tgg

!!warning i'm finishing this like four days after i read tgg so i might've forgotten things because reading until 2am and remembering what i read is apparently a hard thing for me to do!!

first of all.... JLB, you and i need to have a chat because that ending was not okay. you literally just left us with no answers. seriously. what the hell????? and while i wanna kick my feet and scream because we got two kisses and then you had to go ahead and ruin it in the span of two or three pages and give us that shitty ending.

i would like to point out one question i had through out the book, which was why was grayson playing? what was the point of that???? like seriously was there an actual need for him to play or was it just jameson, avery, xander and nash fucking with him? whatever it was it didn't make sense and just felt like jlb was trying to shove lyra and grayson into forced proximity so they could interact.

speaking of thatttt i love graysonlyra and rohansav (more thoughts on sav later) the banter the looks the touches the everything i love it sm omg AND AVERYJAMESON!!!!!!! THE CRUMBS WE WERE GETTING MADE ME SO HAPPY OMG!!! I CAN DIE HAPPY!!

i will say i feel jlb really did pull out all the stops for this book the different levels of everyone's connection and knowledge of how to solve the riddles/puzzles (i was literally CLUELESS) like how does one make all that connect. the level of detail was insane connecting books and characters together just weaving some kind of intricate web of characters.

and at first i did feel like the game felt really short but i think that was just my 2am dumbass brain forgetting this is only the first part of the game lol. i did kinda hope there would be more like running around and trying to solve things on the actual island not stuck in a house though but who knows whats happening in the next book soooo

it did get very confusing there with calla (who is fucking INSANE BY THE WAY!!! SHE TORTURED KNOX??? WTF????) and the whole calla lily thing with lyra and odette was confusing af. so its like calla (the person) has a connection with knox and brady and then a calla lily has a connection with odette and lyra (also kinda gray cause he knows abt it i guess)

and and and and im a die hard gigislate shipper (and brady daniels hater) so im praying that we get an enemies to lovers with gigi and slater where he's forced to be mean/hate or wtv because of *gags* eve and then its like oop no im breaking you out of here idc what eve thinks because i only care abt you. ESPCIALLY because gigi was talking abt how no ones ever looked at her the way jameson looks at avery throughout the book (SOMEBODY HIRE ME FR)

OK THATS ENOUGH RAMBLING ITS TIME TO FOR THE CHARACTERS

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

lyra - ok i love her. she was such a good strong character it was so much fun to read about her interactions (with grayson 😏) she was actual so wife material but idk why i felt like i wasnt allll that into her character too much like i love her but didn't really feel connected with her?? idk she was a very good fmc to read about tho!! but i do wanna know about miles end and her whole connection with her dead dad (who btw is an ass who tf kills themself in front of a FOUR YEAR OLD???) and whoever's stalking here (honestly i had a whole ass thing thinking its ALL PROBABLY EVE LIKE SHE WOULDA DONE THAT MUCH RESEARCH OR SOMETHING or maybe eve was js there for gigi) but now i think it might've been something to do with alice. who knows honestly

gigi - this is my time to shineeeeee. if gigi has zero fans i am dead (and slater bc im delusional like that) i love gigi so much omg. she's my no 1 girl i love her. my girl just needs someone to love her fr she talks through out the book about how she wants to be looked at with so much love (she thought it was brady BUT NO EW) i loved reading from her perspective abt how she just wanted to prove that she was good enough to be in the game AND SHE IS!!! im still bitter about her getting kicked out of the game - AND IM NOT EVEN GONNA TOUCH ON THE WHOLE KIDNAPPING AT THE END (GIGISLATE ENEMIES TO LOVERS WHEN????)

rohan - marry me. thats it. honestly just marry me. u need to work on ur nicknames tho- it was super interesting to read about his way of think and the whole labyrinth thingy lol. there wasn't too much more about his backstory tho WHICH IM SO INVESTED IN FR. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIS FIRST MEMORY IS DROWNING????

savannah - girboss fr. she could step on me and i'd say thank you. its really interesting to me how (obviously) she's been manipulated by eve and it'll be super interesting to see how jlb will play out her whole revenge plan. she's extremely driven which is admirable and a good characters (she's literally like a female grayson imo - which also reminds me of that one scene where she goes "i am grayson hawthornes sister" which made me smile so big fr)

there are so many characters oml

knox - ok so my buddy boy knox. broski, brozilla, broville, brother from another mother, u need a hug? i didn't really like him in the beginning tbh he was a moody lil girl working through his issues. but after a while when he warmed to gigi it was nice to see the softer side to him (which tbh wasnt for very long until oop trauma dumpppp) but seriously oml knox baby the scar???? imma find calla fr (jlb cant write new characters also why complicate the shit out of everything and have a calla lily be relevant to lyra and also have calla be a person???) i did like how sweet/soft he was with gigi when she fell though that warmed my heart.

odette - iconic grandma shit tbh. she was third wheeling the entire time and at some points actually seemed like she was shipping them but then two seconds later she was warning them? saying no? idk the whole 'seizure' thing seems faker than eve's lies. and the fact she instantly gave brady the watch after gigi said no. like um what about knox? idk if thats js my brady hate coming through here though so yeah idk if i trust her or not (bet everyone is working for eve except for gigi, lyra and rohan)

grayson - marry me. love me. choose me. pls. i'd do ANYTHING. my simping for this man aside. IT WAS SO GODDAMN REFRESHING TO SEE A HEALING GRAYSON. like yes. it made me so happy to see him admit he was wrong but also know that its okay to be wrong skdjhaasd. this is so short because i love him and cant write proper thoughts about him fr.

brady - *cracks even more knuckles* brady daniels....... you know i've always wanted to know what it'd be like to write a hate paragraph. i guess im finding out now. i hate him. literally. i have unbridled hate for this man - who by the way still shocks me that he's only 20 he acts like he saw the fucking first world war. its one of the reasons i never liked him like he sooo took advantage of gigi's smartness and kindness like HE DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING during the game gigi carried the entire team and when she refused to take odette's watch and then him instantly taking it. ICKKKK don't even mention how he lied abt his mom like dude just admit it you knew you were fucking cooked in that fight and the only way you could win was by lying. AND WHAT ABOUT THE WHOLE BOMBSHELL ABOUT HOW (i cant remember his name but the dude who raised knox, calla and brady) died??? and then being a little shit and dropping gigi's heart. like we get it u dumbass man child u think you're clever cause u can speak so many languages and read even more but NO. i was onto you, i never trusted your crusty old man ass. like he even touched gigi without her permission (on the stomach) which so gross to me, the dogshit under my shoe can do better than you brady. seriously. i hate him. i'm the leader and founder of the I HATE BRADY DANIELS CLUB. so thats at least something to sate my anger. help this got so long 😭

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [i'm putting like two because this already wayyyyy to long for anyone to actually bother reading.]

"you will come back to me, or i will make you come back to me." - grayson

"Beside Avery, Jameson was looking at her like she was the sun and the moon and the stars and eternity, all rolled into one." - gigi

"give me your eyes sweetheart." - grayson

if you're here at the end of this *APPLAUSE* i commend you on getting through that kilometre of my shit thoughts. have a piece of cake 🍰

#the library ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆#the bookshelf ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆#the grandest game #grayson hawthorne #lyra kane #savannah grayson #rohan #gigi grayson #odette morales #knox landry #brady daniels #the inheritance games #avery grambs #averyjameson #jameson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne

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