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selfishdoll · 4 months
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THANK YOU, THANK YOU !
men that just love saying thank you whenever eating you out ⁺ 𓂋 
୨୧   ׁ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ׅ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏   ⊹⠀⠀the art is by baileyillustration on instagram & expect more fics to be based off his drawings 🤭🤭. also if this is ooc for some characters idc i label every single character i set my eyes on as a munch 🤷🏾‍♀️.
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you never knew a man could be so, so obsessed with eating you out. but your boyfriend was; always asking, always trying to persuade you whenever you got nervous or resistant simply in fear of silly stuff. stuff that didn’t matter to him. he simply enjoyed being between your legs for far too long, lips wrapped around your clit— fingers spreading you wide, even dipping in your hole every once in a while just to feel you clench around his thick digits.
that wasn’t the only thing though, it was the fact he was so very thankful whenever you said yes or simply opened your legs.
his face is covered in a simper, hands falling to your thighs and leaning down.
“thank you pretty..“ is what he’s whispering on bated breath, fanning across your already wet cunt. you couldn’t help it really, becoming aroused the moment he even brought up the idea.
he’s such a messy eater too; making you a mess between your thighs whilst gripping the withering limbs to assure you didn’t slip away. he refused to let you go, not until he got his fill of you.
your whines are ignored now, fingers gripping his hair as your hot body shook with each lap of his thick tongue. tears are dripping down your chubby cheeks, legs locking around his head and practically begging to be released from this pleasurable torture. all while your boyfriend is grinning right into your pussy, spreading your folds open with the flat of his wet muscle to lick your swollen bud even more raw. the air was dissipating, your thighs were tight, and he could hardly hear; but he didn’t give a damn. at all, you tasted way too good to let you go now.
if you somehow pull him from between your legs, he’s trying to chase after you— only easing when you tug at his hair.
“pl—please baby, i can’t—..”
your pleas fall on deaf ears, the man staring up at you; eyes lidded with, hair a mess, with your arousal and his saliva slathered onto the lower portion of his face.
his large hands are massaging your sore legs, leaning to press kisses on the inside of them.
“just one more, my love..just— fuck, can’t get enough of you..”
he says all the right things, all the time. given how easily your legs are opening again, the tight grip on his hair releasing.
and again, your lover is grinning, squeezing your legs in his large palms.
“thank you sweetheart, thank you.”
NANAMI KENTO, Kamo Choso, Jean Kirstein, Takuma Ino, JOHNNY CAGE, Fushiguro Toji, & YOUR FAVS !
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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 2 months
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yesss pleaseeee write the stalker!jean y/n as a drabble!!! like Jean is just soo 😫i just know he would be a good asl stalker, especially since he is super tall and mysterious 😫
lurk
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pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader
word count: 1.7k +
a/n: i didnt proof read this but also this came out super cute but like also terrifying but ily pookie bear jean
tw: stalking, manipulation, drinking, etc
it was cold tonight, nearly below freezing in shiganshina. you hated the cold, you dreaded being bundled up in a billion layers only to still be shivering. however, it was almost christmas and you were running behind on shopping. fortunately for you, the streets were quiet. nobody wanted to be out in this weather. you weren't afraid of the dark. often times, you embraced the peace that came from walking the street alone at night. despite being a woman, shiganshina was a relatively safe city.
the streets and sidewalks were lined with a thing layer of snow with flurries still falling from the sky. there's a glow of warmth from the street lines as you duck into the nearest store. it's a small boutique that's much warmer than outside. there are mannequins strewn about, various pieces on displays and a small jewelry section in the back. you decide to head to the back of the store and work your way up front.
despite being a small array of options, the jewlery they had was beautiful. you pick up a small white box were two silver earrings in the shape of hearts like. you frown as you slide a finger down the side of the container. they were pretty, but it wasnt something your mother would like and that's who you were here for, after all. you ponder getting them for yourself but your face drops when you remember your budget. you sigh and put them back on the shelf while you put your mother first.
as you set them down, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. no, you were definitely being watched. you slowly turn your head around and an exhale when you don't see anybody with their eyes on you. just a few other women browsing about and the shop owner who's ringing up a tall man's purchase. you shake your head. christmas time was always stressful for you and it's certainly showing now.
after finding a suitable necklace for your mom, you bring it up to the cashier. the cashier is a sweet, older lady who is smiling as hard as she can. you feel bad that she has to be out at work during the cold and make small talk about how you'll need to do your holiday baking tomorrow. she laughs and tells you that she's running behind too, and that she's sure you'll get your cookies done in time.
the walk back to your apartment building isn't so bad despite the howling wind. you remind yourself to be thankful for the snow, knowing the toll global warming would eventually take. on the opposite side of the street, there's a nice black car with tinted windows. you take a moment to wonder who was lucky enough to drive such a luxurious car, as you've seen it around town before. quite often actually. although, you've never seen it on your street before. you didn't live in the nicest part of town and you assume it must be somebody's family member visiting for the holidays. you head into the builiding, unaware of the pair of eyes staring at you from within the car.
unfortunately, the next day isn't any warmer. you're smart this time and decide to go shopping early in the day instead of having to brave the cold, harsh night. you drive to the nearest grocery store; your kitchen was tragically empty and lacking all of the ingredients needed to make your famous christmas cookies.
in the baking aisle of the store, you stare at the plethora of options that could either make or break your dessert. you grab a bag of chocolate chips and peanut butter chips. you spin on your heel, ready to move farther down the aisle. classically, you bump right into somebody and unfortunately the carton of eggs you had tucked under your arm before coming to this aisle heads straight to the ground. the lid pops open and eggs fall out, cracking on the ground. ultimately, they crack and the yolks splatter onto your shoes and up your paint leg a little. you let out a gasp and look up into the eyes of a handsome stranger.
his hazel eyes widen as he looks at splattered eggs on your clothing. "i'm so sorry, i didn't see you there." he looks for a way to help you but he's failing.
"it's fine," you sigh. "it's christmas time and we're all in a rush. plus, i'm a little clumsy." you blush as you feel his eyes give you a once over. you clear your throat and his eyes come back up to land on yours.
"i'm the clumsy one this time. i really am sorry. could i at least pay for your stuff?" he tilts his head. you realize just how tall he is as he looms over you, waiting for an answer.
"no, that's alright, really. it's my fault, i told you i'm clumsy. stuff like this happens to me alot." you admit, turning more red by the second. he laughs and rubs the back of his neck. his laugh is deep and hearty.
"oh, c'mon, how else are those cookies going to get made?"
"how did you know i was going to make cookies?" you ask, raising a brow at him. he clears his throat and points at the bags in your arms.
"you're in the baking aisle, after all. eggs and chocolate chips are also two of the most important things when it comes to cookies." he laughs and you feel embarrassed at your stupid question. obviously he knew you were going to be baking, it's that time of year and you are holding the ingredients for them. you laugh with him and choose to accept his generosity, appreciating not having to spend your own money, especially since it was a little tight right now.
after picking out a new carton of eggs, you and the handsome stranger head to the check out line. "my names jean, by the way." he says as he hands the clerk his card. he looks down at you.
"i'm (y/n)." you tell him. he nods his head. he hands you the plastic bag filled with your now paid for groceries. you two walk out of the store together when all of a sudden, he stops you.
"this might be a little cliche and a little too fast, but would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow? just feel really bad 'bout the eggs 'n all." he shrugs as he makes sure his joke lands.
you know what, what the hell?
"sure, jean."
after exchanging numbers, you two head off in your own separate directions. back at your apartment, the fancy car is still there, just in a slightly different position. you think about how nice it must be to have family come to visit as you head inside.
tomorrow night comes quicker than expected. you had knots in your stomach all morning and you find them still lingering into the evening. you take your time getting ready for your date with jean and you can't shake the feeling of anxiety nestling into your chest.
later on, you park your car at the restaurant jean had texted you to meet him at. it's a high end restaurant and you're relieved you chose to wear one of your nicest dresses and an overcoat. as you make your way to the front door, you see that same black car, tucked neatly into one of the back parking spots. you shake your head as you head into the restaurant.
jean is dressed to the nines. if you thought he was handsome yesterday, you thought he fucking looked deadly tonight. if looks could kill.
jean smiles as you take a seat across from him. you give him a shy smile as you watch him take in your appearance. there's a glimmer of hunger in his eyes that makes you want to sink into your seat. you're self conscious as his eyes devour you but his words come out so calmly. "you look really good."
"thank you." quiet are the words that manage to come from your lips.
you spend the evening making talk of all sort of topics ranging from the weather to the casual, heated arguments about aliens and if they existed or not. you really enjoy your time, finding it n yourself to indulge in a bottle of wine. jean offers to pay for the entire meal as your plates becomes empty. you laugh and make a joke about how rich he must be. he just chuckles in return.
you start to realize just how drunk you are. the heat in your cheeks is radiating and you feel like you're vibrating, just a little. jean hasn't taken his eyes off you once.
"before you go," he starts. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, white box. "i got you something. now, i know we just officially met but i couldn't help myself."
the words go right over your head as you reach across the table for the little container. you take the lid off and gasp. the pair of little, silver hearts from the store the other night. you become a stuttering mess. "h-how did you.."
your brain begins to move a thousand miles a minute, flashing different pictures your eyes have collected the last few days. it's the black car you've seen all over town. the tall man in the boutique. the black car parked on your street. the feeling of being watched. the cookies. the earrings. the car in a different position.
your words fall out in a whisper as you drop the box onto the table. "you..." jean tilts his head and smirks. he can see the realization in your eyes and the hunger in his grows. you feel helpless in this crowded restaurant, not wanting to make a scene. he watches your rosy cheeks turn pale.
"me? what about me, (y/n)?" his words are condescending.
"you've been watching me. stalking me." you hiss under your breath, hoping it comes out as confident but jean picks up on the shakiness on your voice.
"hmm..? what was that?" you can see the thrill he's getting. you don't answer him. you reach to where you set your phone on the table at the beginning of the date. it isn't there. “oh, my silly (y/n.) you've drank a whole bottle of wine. just however will you get home?"
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honeybleed · 3 months
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content & warnings: established relationship, fem!reader, suggestive and allusions to sex mdni
author’s note: cooked sumn quick for yew bae @softwiingz 💓 hope u like it tee hee AND DAT ANON WHO SIMPED FOR YELENA IN MY INBOX IF U SEE DIS!
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It had taken a long time for Yelena to lower her walls around you.
She'd grown up never receiving affection. She was accustomed to lying and manipulating to get what she wanted.
An intimidating figure that made people tread carefully around her.
But it all changed when you came along and as much as she hated to admit it, you had her wrapped around your finger.
After a small spat which led to a heated argument, which then ended up in intense lovemaking, you gazed at your lover.
You were the only one who could make her cheeks the dusty rose and her eyes glimmer this way.
"I really love you." You said gently as you beamed at her, your breaths labored and heavy as you stroked her cheek.
Yelena smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at your words.
"I love you too, my sweet girl," She says tenderly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Always."
Soon enough, you sat on the rim of the bathtub as she lounged in the ceramic grand tub, head tilted back as steam billowed from the hot water.
"I can feel you staring." She said as she didn't meet your gaze. Even though you'd been together a while and she knew you loved her, she still hated the feeling of insecurity always looming over her.
Of course, her slender build and towering figure helped in her line of work but the last thing she wanted to do was intimidate the woman she loved.
"How could I not when my girlfriend is so gorgeous?" You responded in a matter-of-fact tone, earning a chuckle from her.
"Say something about my height and get it over with." Yelena replied.
"You're tall." You said plainly.
Yelena leaned back in the tub, enjoying the sensation of the hot water swirling around her body.
"Heh, yeah I know," She chuckled, relieved you settled for a statement instead of something that may have rubbed her the wrong way. "I've had people comment on it my whole life. It used to bother me, but now I quite like it."
You cupped the side of her face and slowly kissed her.
"I love how tall you are. So sexy." You settled on with a smile.
Yelena returned the kiss, her lips soft and pliant against yours.
"Mmh...I'm glad you find me sexy," She murmured against your lips. "I think you're incredibly sexy too."
She pulled you close, wrapping her arms around you and holding her tightly.
"In fact, I can barely keep my hands off you," Yelena whispered huskily. "Every time I see you, I just want to take you to bed and make love to you for hours."
You straddled her lap in the hot water and giggled.
"Your body is so gorgeous too.." You murmured as you glided your hand across her taut muscles.
Yelena let out something between a half-groan of pleasure and a shy laugh as you straddled her lap, feeling the heat between your bodies.
"You're making it hard to resist you," She said, her voice low and husky with desire. She ran her hands over your body, marvelling at the way your skin felt under her fingers.
Wordlessly, her eyes drinking in every inch of your body, grasping your hip. You settled to sit between her legs, back against her chest as she draped her arm over you.
Your fingers interlaced and your heart quickened.
"May I ask you something?" She asked softly as she nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck.
"Shoot."
"What did you first think of me...?"
You sighed.
"I always used to think you were kinda scary.." You said with an uneasy laugh, hoping you didn't hurt her. As much as the front she always had up, she was a total softie underneath it all.
"Don't know what I was expecting to hear." Yelena said with a hollow laugh as she chuckled. Regardless, it didn't sting. Not with the warmth of the water and the closeness of her girlfriend relaxing her.
She played with your fingers, tracing circles on the back of your hand with her thumb.
"Maybe I am a little bit scary," Yelena continued. "But only to people who don't know me. You know I'd never hurt you, right?"
"I know, Lena." You said fondly. "I trust you and you make me happy."
She tilted her head down to kiss the top of your head, feeling her heart flutter.
"As long as you're happy, that's all that matters to me," Yelena said softly. "I'll do anything to make you happy."
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bunnyyamor · 1 year
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[ OCTOBER 1ST ] DUMBIFICATION - LEVI ACKERMAN x fem! reader (priest au)
synopsis ; you go to confess your sins at a confessional. all your dirty, dark secrets and thoughts. father, on the opposite side, is hearing every last word. dripping with hunger, passion and plea for fucking. wc; 4k
warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dumbification, religious themes, peccatophilia, masturbation (male & female), nicknames (most used are father and my child), dirty talk, handjob, oral sex (m!recieving), money shot, medium sized or big boobs (kinda self-indulged), boob play, spit play, bit of exhibitionism, bondage, beta read!
note; hello guys! this is my first every kinktober, i've always wanted to do this so i'm really excited to show this to you guys! i know it's quite long but i worked rlly hard on this! also i don't know much about religion stuff like this so don't kill me. and yes i know this propt is popular on tiktok i did get it from there.
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you sat there, promptly defeated on a bench. waiting for the hour to strike 12 in the afternoon. 
“12 is when I will go. I promise, God.” you bit your lip as you passed crumb after crumb of bread, mindlessly throwing each weightless piece of toast onto the floor for the birds that chirped by. 
you hated yourself. you loathed who you were. you felt disgusting, vile, unclean. why would you touch yourself that way? you dreamt about men. the way they looked and smelled, how it would feel for them to touch you in all the wrong places. wrong in the eyes of the church but right in yours. 
“no!” you shook yourself, free from those thoughts. “i don’t, i can’t.” you couldn’t help yourself. the need was greater than wants and thoughts. it was shadowing your mind and using you like a puppet with a master, you were following its very strings of sin. 
you had to take control. take the matter by the horns and burn out the burning flame that lit inside you once and for all. 
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the church’s bells rang. it was many stories high and it was built of brick. there was a cross big enough for everyone to see. 
with each step you took the more you grew hotter, sweating with nerves. you would have to come to terms with your condition. you would have to tell father the truth. it was embarrassing but it is what needed to happen. 
as you opened the heavy doors of the church you saw that not many people were there today. that gave you some relief. 
in the distance you saw the priest, father levi. he was reading the bible with some other men, perhaps giving them a voice of wisdom as well. 
“poor thing,” you thought to yourself as you saw his eye. due to the accident he had a big scar on his face. you chuckled to yourself as you remembered your friend’s words about father levi. she always said he was fuckable and sexy. you couldn't deny, for being a priest he sure was sublime. 
you inched closer, waiting for him to be finished with his conversation. 
“um, father levi.” you inched closer, saying in just above a whisper. 
levi sent the men away and held your shoulder in a loving manner, smiling. he was carrying a rosary laced around his fingers and hands. 
“yes my child, what can i do for you?”
“i must confess.” you twiddled with your thumbs. 
“oh, of course. right this way.” he led you to a confessional. there you leaned against the wood while he went to the opposite side in the dim light. due to the little holes in the pattern design of the wood you could still make out his face and sharp jaw. 
your heart was pounding and all you could smell was him. he smelled of a wood smell. very masculine. 
you looked around you and noticed it was just you and levi. of course it was that way, confessionals were deemed secret and the information should be kept private. very good. 
“please my daughter, state your name. what seems to be weighing you down?”
“oh, yes. my name is y/n i-”
“beautiful name,” he interrupted. 
your eyes widened and you could make out his light smile turning more down to him playing with the beads of the rosary. his eyes glossing over each piece of jewel. 
“thank you. anyways, i have been having thoughts.”
“thoughts?” he asked again, sitting up more this time and having his ear pressed closer to your side. 
“yes, thoughts. sinful thoughts.”
“please, explain these thoughts to me in full detail. be very specific.” in that moment he changed. his eyes became slits and his smile was now a smirk, thumb rubbing his chin in thought. “i’m listening little one.”
“yes, right. so the thoughts are dirty thoughts. it’s about men and how i feel about them.”
“go on,” his voice was deep.
you sighed, he probably thought you were a monster. “i dream almost every night about men having sex with me. i dream about them touching me, down there,” you inhale, “about them pounding inside me that i can’t even scream anymore. them licking my nipples to down on my clit, flicking it back and forth, taking me right then and there. then their slithering tongues go deep inside me, entering in and out without any questions asked. i dream about their cocks going inside me, how their cum would glisten on the outside and peak up from excitement. how their veins would look. god it looks so delicious i want to put my whole mouth around it. i want to lick it up and down and never stop, i want to suck it and drink his milk whole, not letting a drop be wasted. i want him inside me, pounding inside me nonstop. i want it on my bed, on the table, in the bath, everywhere, even in church! i want him to slap me, choke me, whatever he wants but just don’t stop. i am filled with this desire, this unstoppable passion. when i think of this i then go and touch myself.”
levi nodded. his eyes that were on his rosary finally looked at you and you realized that the whole speech you gave his eyes were looking into your eyes. deep in your eyes. you felt embarrassed. “i know i should be ashamed.” you brushed him away, bashful.
“no, these are the thoughts of us imperfect humans. even myself, i get that way.”
“you do?”
levi nodded, “yes my love. i desire the touch of a woman too.”
“i thought you were perfect.”
“nobody is perfect except God, little one. we are all just sinners waiting to become devils.”
the air was quiet, “i’m sorry you feel that way sometimes. i know with you, you can never marry nor have relations. that must be difficult.”
he just chuckled, licking his lips. “enough about me. tell me more. remember i said be specific. tell me, what do you do when you touch yourself?”
the air felt different this time. “well,” you started. you didn’t know why but your hands were starting to trail lower. “i go to my room and lock my door. when i lay down on my bed, i discard my panties and open my legs wide. so wide i can feel the cool air go and make me sensitive.”
“go on,” he ordered. you heard him unzip something and the sound of skin slapping. was he? “yes, what else.”
“i imagine what i told you, yes. as i think about those thoughts my hand goes to my nipples. playing and flicking them. i even wet my fingers to wet the bud. it gets hard and makes me feel so good but i need more.” 
“yes,” levi moaned out.
“yes,” you groaned too as your hands were traveling to your panties at this exact moment. you pulled your panties to the side and were playing with your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves back and forth and in circles. your legs were starting to shake. 
“i then lick my fingers again, getting them nice and wet and start to go further down. i go open up my folds and play with my clit. i flick it slowly at first then hard back and forth. it feels like a delicious fire burning sensation building up within me. like a dam waiting to be broken. and once it is all wet and gushing with need, i then stick my finger inside.” in that moment you did exactly that. you stuck a finger inside and pushed it back and forward.
“i finger myself steady at first, then i add more fingers and go faster and faster. my end is spilling everything and it is gushing all over my sheets. the dam has been broken and now the floodgates part.” 
you could hear levi stifle a groan as his hands were moving up and down his shaft. you peeked through the confessional and could see his legs wide with his thick cock. his hands wrapped around it moving up and down. while you were standing, knees together with a finger inside you. 
you heard levi getting wetter and wetter. it was slick. you were practically drooling seeing father levi like this and in shock. shocked because you thought he was a man of faith. you never thought you would be doing this of all days. levi grunted, “i have seen you before, my little one. i have noticed the way you walk, talk, how engaged you are in the lord. how you beg for mercy. how you get on your knees. the way you smell,” you heard the priest inhale and exhale. “god forgive me for what i am about to do,” he told himself rather than you. “i couldn’t get you out of my mind, lord help me. you possessed my inner spirit, haunting me to be controlled by the devil himself and god do i try, did i try.”
“wh-what are you saying?” your mouth was shaped into an o. surprised to hear his inner thoughts. “you noticed me?”
“no matter what i did. what i do. i ask god to stop making me have these thoughts. the thoughts to ravage you like a wild beast.” levi practically growled. 
you could tell in the dim light the priest fell to his knees. 
“father god, please help me for i am about to sin. please excuse me for you have put a siren in my path. i must taste her, feel her. i don’t know any other way. why must you torment me? there is no other way, i must have her, she is mine. please god forgive me.”
what was he about to do?
all of a sudden, the window to the confessional opened up, “my child, you have done wrong. i must be able to extinguish the fire within you. i am the only one who can.” 
you could make out his handsome features. his eye was scarred and only made him more attractive. maybe he was right. it’s not that you needed him to take out the fire within you, you wanted him to, more than anything.
“yes, i’ll do whatever you say father.” you looked up at him, innocently.
“good, my beautiful angel,” his fingers caressed your chin. you noticed him inhaling your scent, eyes rolling back. his face inched close so that his lips were now on top of yours. it was sweet at first, kisses upon kisses. then he deepened the kiss, mouth getting wider for each open mouthed kiss. it was like war, a war against god and the devil. two imperfect people. levi grabbed the back of your head to get closer to your lips. teeth gnashing, tongue diving, you felt your head spinning. you grabbed onto his cloak to become steady. you knew he must have done this before. passion overwhelmed you both, it became embers in your soul. the kiss was your high, making you loopy and pleading for him to fuck you already. 
“i need you.” your eyes begged.
he helped you to get on your knees and you heard a zip of his pants. he stuck out his cock, right in front of your face, through the confessional window. 
“go ahead, beautiful, touch it.” it was limp but still a good size. the color, the thickness, it all made you want to touch it, lick it, worship it. 
you wrapped your hands around his shaft and started doing motions up and down. his cock was getting stiffer by the minute and even precum was dribbled at the tip. 
without even to levi’s knowledge you dipped your lips to the precum and licked that delicious cream. at that moment you knew who’s side you were on and it didn’t matter if you were thrown into the fiery pits of hell, you would go with open arms for this cock. 
levi’s eyes widened at your action and hummed. “fuck, that feels good, keep doing that.”
you nodded. you squeezed tighter around his dick and spat on it to lube it up. 
levi moaned, seeing your flushed self on your knees for him. here you were all for him. eyes looking up between thick lashes as you never broke eye contact, neither did he. 
you started to lick his hole, flickering your tongue. he groaned and grunted, hands placed on your head. 
you smirked as your tongue dragged slowly from his balls to his tip. 
“fuck me,” he breathed out, lightly grinding his hips. 
you started at his pubes and skin above his groin and noticed veins there like muscle. that made you want to fuck him harder. you were so turned on. 
you continued licking while also giving him a handjob. his brow was furrowed and creating a bit of sweat above the brow. 
you delved back and gently teased his ball sack, wanting to feel every inch of him. 
“holy god, good job my child.”
your left hand slowly delved lower on yourself. you collected his seed from his cock and wanted it mixed with your juices. you went lower and lower and finally reached your pussy. you fingered yourself 2 fingers. mixing both fluids. it made you hitch a breath.
your mouth all of sudden opened wide and wrapped fully around levi’s erect cock. it was glorious. levi couldn’t get enough. seeing you fully wrapped around him, your mouth full of his cock, it made him want to thank god that you were born. 
he couldn’t control the urge any longer and became the devil himself. 
“just like that,” he grabbed the back of your head and made you choke and gag on his shaft. you gurgled his cum, it all laying at the base of his dick. 
you started gurgling as levi was relentless. 
“hmmm, you taste so fuckin good.” you praised him. “please give me your dick, please. i need it.”
“you like begging? you dumb, inoccent child. you want to be begged to be fucked?”
you nodded and whined, “please-”
you were cut off by levi lifting his leg against the ledge and pistoning his hip. his dick was fucking your mouth. he used you as a hole.
“that’s it, wider love. take me all in, good girl.”
your eyes were starting to cross from how delicious he was and big, “so wide…” tears pooled in your eyes. your eyebrows becoming downturned in innocence and submissiveness. “i give myself to you father.”
“good girl,” he went so far that your nose met with his dark pubes. he stayed there for a minute, loving the way you gagged. “that’s it.”
you had to control your breathing and breathe through your nose. 
he exited out of you and you found your breath again, heaving. your fingers entered inside you at a faster pace. your squelching was becoming louder. 
“shit,” levi uttered as he started to jack himself off. “open.”
it was an order. you found your g-spot and pumped your fingers inside you as if your life depended on it. you opened your mouth wide and there levi cummed inside your mouth. it was a lot. heavy white loads dripping inside your cavity. 
“swallow,” he whispered, bending over to your face, biting your ear and licking your neck.
you gulped it all down and held your mouth open, already wanting more. your tongue was seeped out, your mouth used. you stood there stupid silly, pussy dripping but not reached an orgasm yet. 
“look at you, almost looking like a whore.” he grabbed your chin, licking it, sucking your lips wanting to taste himself. he bit your neck. 
“but, what about me?”
“come this way, child. i must purify you, in front of the lord. 
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it was the auditorium room. the area where prayers and lectures were given. where the bible was read and god was at. 
it was the room where the priest was going to fuck you. 
inside were many booths. a stage and behind the stage was a colored stained glass of the cross. 
levi led you up the stage and you noticed how magical it was. 
“confess your sins, child.”
you went on your knees in front of him. eyes switching from his eyes to his bulge, it was already growing again. 
“i confess i want to fuck.” you clasp your hands together, god as your witness in front of the cross. the multi colored rainbow light danced on your face, lighting your eyes, giving you a halo effect. levi knew at that moment you were no human. no you were an angel in disguise, placed on this wretched earth. so for that, fucking you sensless was no sin it was a blessing. 
“who do you want to fuck?” levi inched closer, hands carressing your face. 
“you, father.” your lips pushed out, only 2 words. 
“i know you do not lie. i shall purify you with holy water to take your sins away.” 
levi grabbed some holy water and doused a bit on your head. it dripped down to your dress, tightening the fabric and hardening your nipples. levi’s breath hitched and you opened your eyes to see his eyes peeled to your nipples. your white dress was becoming sheer and the color of your areola showed through. your dress was sticking to your skin. 
“god,” levi bit his fist. 
you got some holy water and pushed it around your tits. the sound of the water and fabric making squelching sounds and your boobs jiggled and swished like waves. bouncing with each massage you gave them. 
you looked ahead of you, right in front of your eyes levi’s bulge getting bigger, his trousers getting tighter. his eyes never left your breasts, in fact he didn’t even blink, he never wanted to look away. 
“in the name of the son,” he poured water. “father,” he poured more on your head, “and holy spirit.” he put the cup near his lips, took a sip and stepped closer to you. he opened your mouth, his thumb pressing on top of your tongue. your head went back as levi spat the holy water in your mouth. you took it all in your wide mouth. levi dripped his drool inside, wanting you to have every piece of him. he spat in your mouth and you licked it all in, licking your lips. 
“fuck me,” levi growled as he picked you up. your body laying against over his shoulders and he dropped you onto a table for all the priests and holy people. it was in front of the cross, right against it. jesus was staring right at you. with disgust or pity or passion you didn’t know but in that moment you didn’t care, he was a figment of your imagination in that split second. 
levi laid your back against the wood table. boobs bouncing with each movement. 
“i can’t take this torture anymore. i must have that pussy.” he pounded the table, creating a loud thunder in the room.
“what if someone were to come in?”
levi kissed the side of your face, inhaled your scent and started peeling your dress off your shoulders, “let them. let them see me fucking an angel of god.”
you groaned as levi took both your hands and lifted them up like if you were on a stake. hands bound together he wrapped his rosary around your hands. you were cuffed. they were tight around your wrist. “you are all mine. and i’m going to fuck you until you can see heaven.” he promised.
you held your legs tightly together, already wet. levi licked his lips and slipped your dress showing your breasts. they popped out and were displayed in the cool air. levi breathed against the nipples and gently tickled them. they peaked out and levi rolled the bud in between his finger and thumb.
“beautiful, like a saint. like an idol to worship.” he continued playing with them, entranced. his mouth then dove in, eating them like a beast. his tongue flicked against them, moaning loud, as if holding something in for a long time. he hummed as his lips wrapped around one then the other, licking them and slobbering on them. 
you jerked back and forth, groaning. hips thrusting to feel some sort of friction against your cunt. you couldn’t touch yourself or him because they were held back by a rosary. “god, levi i need you.”
“patience is one of the fruits of the spirit my dear. patience.” he smiled. he tickled your nipples for the last time. 
he grabbed your white dress, needing you now and ripped the material. ripped it right in the middle as it pooled around your ankles. he swiftly flung it away and there you laid for him, like a meal. like jesus last meal. your breasts were perked up and your legs were held together, shy. 
“let me see, baby.” he groaned, his voice deep as he parted your legs with his leg. “open wide for me so i can see heaven’s gate.” 
you looked to the side and opened up your legs as wide as you could go. 
levi exhaled. there in front of him was the impossible. it was the forbidden fruit. you were the forbidden fruit. your juicy pussy was glistening wet. your folds only being held together by slick, sticking cream. you closed it in and out. your clit was swollen and looked delicious to levi. 
levi knelt to your opening and sniffed your cunt. “ripe and ready.” he grabbed more holy water and spat some of it on your sensitive pussy. 
you moaned as levi took off his clothes, leaving him naked. “i’m going to make you feel so good.” he huskily said. 
his tip tapped your cunt, ready for entrance and slowly he dipped inside you. inch by inch his cock filled you up. 
“oh my god!” you shouted, already shaking from being filled up. it felt like heaven. his cock felt like salvation. “right there.”
levi couldn’t help it any longer. he didn’t go slow paced like a normal person would. no he needed you. the passion. the thoughts and prayers. the long nights filled with unholy visions. “god forgive me.” he held your hands steady and in a moment started pulling in and out of you. pistoning in and out. your mouth was wide open, eyes crossed as his cock dragged itself.
levi was fucking you like a wild animal. needing to feel your tightness and you needing to feel full.
you tried to hold in your cries but you couldn’t. your head hung back in a loud moan. tears were pooling around your eyes. levi was fucking you silly. you couldn't remember a single thing and didn’t want to feel anything else except this feeling. feeling stuffed. 
“levi, fuck.” you bounced up and down, breasts clapping from each hump he pounded inside you. cum was dripping down between your ass. 
drool was slipping from the side of your mouth. you were a gurgling mess and the tears mixed with your spit. 
“right there. do you like how this feels, you dirty girl? would god be pleased with how much you beg for this cock. baptized in my cum?”
you gave a goofy smile, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock. “right there please. please please!” you begged. you could feel his cock tapping your g-spot. 
“you like this? right there? how good does it feel? how many times have you wanted this?”
“all my life! everyday!” your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 
“you would worship this cock wouldn't you?”
you nodded as levi went even faster and further. cum collecting at the base of his cock. the noise from his cock drenched in your pussy, squelching as it echoed. 
you looked to your side to see jesus and all of the eyes of the angels on you. it made you get even more turned on. 
“levi, i’m gonna cum!”
levi hunched over you and brought your left nipple in his mouth and he pounded inside you relentlessly. over and over, nonstop. you tried to scream but you couldn’t. your scream was clouded and silent except for the veins protruding from your neck. 
1,2,1,2,1,2,1,2, thats how the pace went. back and forth, in and out. 
“oh my god,” you cried. levi’s hips went closer to your groin. skin to skin. 
“right there,” you held him against you, milking him for all what he was worth. finally, you came, crying and whining. levi did too at that moment. his cum erupting like the red sea. 
he humped a little to make sure you got all his seed.  
it dripped inside you. your legs were shaking and you bit your lip in satisfaction, drool seeping out the side of your mouth. 
“you dumb little whore,” levi chuckled darkly as he kissed you again. breathing harshly in your ear. “we shall keep doing this over and over in hell.”
you kissed back and bit levi’s lips, “well in that case it won’t be so much like hell, it’ll be more like heaven.”
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taglist: @sailewhoremoon, @luvkun4, @neonlavander, @moonbabysstuff, @smellsliketequila, @auds-dal19
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blue-blossomss · 2 months
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before you go — jean kirstein
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚ jean kirstein x fem!reader
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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚ summary jean kirstein thought he knew the way he life would turn out from the time he turned tweny-four, marry the love of his life, have a three kids, and live in a luxury home his high-paying job allowed him to afford. he never expected one trip to a local tea shop would change all that.
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚ tags before you go 🏹
⋆·˚ ༘ * links ao3, navigation
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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚ song inspo before you go by lewis capaldi
.・。゚chapter one kuchel's tea shop
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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚ author's note let me know if you're interest in this series! i don't know how it will be received, and i don't want to get ahead of myself.
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smut-slut69 · 2 months
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“Come on princess, tell me what you want” he spoke, his velvety voice making you clench around his still fingers.
You managed to let out a desperate moan, hips trying to buck down onto his thick digits.
You yelped at the slap he gave straight to your clit, “Uh, uh, good girls listen right” he mused, letting his hand soothe over your clit in smooth circles as an apology for the slap.
“Mhmm”you hum, a choked sob leaving your lips as his slow circles sent harsh sparks of pleasure through your sensitive limbs.
The hand around your neck tightened when he heard your response , “you know better,” he scolded. “Use your damn words”
“M’sorry” you spoke, tears slipping down your cheek when he slapped your pussy again. “You love pissing me off, is that how you apologize to me?”
“I'm sorry daddy, I'll listen like a good girl, I promise”you whimpered.
Your words made him grin and his circles on your clit fastened. “There we go baby, now do what I ask and tell me what you want from me”
The words were on the tip of your tongue, the plea for his big fat cock threatening to spill out of you just like your juices were spilling out onto your boyfriend's pants. At your silence he landed a set of repeated slaps on your crying cunt while his other hand kept it’s tight grip on your neck .You didn’t mean to cum, you swore you didn’t. But you couldn’t help the way you squirted, legs quaking and eyes rolling back in your head when the pleasure grew to be too much.
Your boyfriend frowned as he watched you pathetically cum all over him.“Now you’re cumming without permission” he rolled his eyes.
“What the hell am I gonna do with you”
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Eren,Geto,Toji,Gojo,Uzui,Chishiya,Obanai,Miguel
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roseloon · 2 months
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just thinking about guys who can’t be gentle.
guys who instantly lose their composure when they nestle themself in between your thighs. they’ll grip the sheets above your head before slowly thrusting into that sloppy cunt, already drenched from them eating you out earlier.
guys who’s expressions will harden when you let out a quiet whimper, they scan your face for any signs of pain before continuing very cautiously.
guys who’ll start you off slow, giving you sweet and languid thrusts that will already have you going dizzy in their arms. your mouth will fall open with a silent moan, your brown eyes watering when he thrusts his hips up just a little bit too hard. it feels good though, he knows your body so well .. more than you do even.
guys who’ll absolutely fucking torture themselves just to make sure you’re happy and feeling safe during sex. they’ll be grunting, veins bulging and eyes threatening to close as they get lost in the feel of your sweet pussy wrapping around them. the sensation is heaven, and has his heart pounding right through his chest with adrenaline. and it doesn’t help that you’re crying out for him to give you more, knowing damn well you can’t fucking take it.
guys who finally give in to their desire and fuck you just how they want, balls slapping up against the rim of your ass from the impact of their thrusts. you twist and try to move but they’ll keep you still with a hand on each of your wrists, practically pushing them into the soft bed beneath you. you cry out, but you’re silenced with a sloppy kiss from him, swallowing the sweet sounds coming from those pretty lips.
guys who’ll relish in the way you plead for them to go easy on you, to please go a little softer .. but you wanted this. so you’re gonna take it, all the way until the end. so they don’t stop, and instead order you to “shut the fuck up,”
thinking about guys who can’t be gentle, but try to .. but can’t.
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cottonconnielvr · 2 months
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eren loves thunderstorms.
he loves the way the electricity crackling in the sky turns into background noise as he places himself so deeply inside you. you feel full, as always. eren’s head lays next to yours on the cold fluffy pillow, his body fitting perfectly on top of yours. his weight only made your head go even dizzier. your plush thighs welcome eren’s shamelessly slim waist, your mixed arousal making a mess on your thighs. the sound of eren’s deep thrusts is so lewd, his tip kissing your cervix so perfectly. eren’s warm body shields you from the loud thunder outside, the sound of rain brutal against the windows. “you’re so messy…” eren lifts himself from the crook of your neck, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs before pushing them further back to your chest. your breath hitches at the new angle. eren’s change in pace having you drooling over the pillows, he’s stroking you so slowly and so deep your thighs begin to shake. “r-ren” you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. with every thrust goes the last of your brain cells. eren watches where the two of you connect, his dick snug inside of you. everytime he thrusts back in your slick oozes out.
“ you’re so nasty…creaming all over me” eren lets out a breathy whine, coming down to connect his lips to yours. you don’t have a chance to process his movements before his thrusts speed up, one of his hands coming up to your throat.
whimpers and moans fell from your mouth as eren sucked your tongue, his fingers squeezing the sides of your throat. you could feel your stomach tightening, your pussy clenching around eren over n over. “shit you gonna kill me” eren whispers to himself, your warm sticky insides clamping around him so tightly. his forehead rests on yours, his eyes looking into yours. you can’t help but look away, he knows how uneasy eye contact makes you feel.
“ren m’gonna-” you sob out, tears flooding down your cheeks as the pleasure stimulates you so well. “hm? what you wanna say?” eren teases, fingers gliding over your sensitive clit in smooth circles.
“ i-i can’t” you shudder, hands pushing at eren’s abdomen. “yes you can, sweet girl” eren places a kiss on your forehead, pushing your hands out the way. “it’s okay, just cum m’here” he pushes down on your lower stomach. as if it was destiny, the final crash of thunder for the night hit you as hard as your orgasm, toes curling and eyes rolling back. eren hisses, your pussy clenching so tight around him. “gonna make me cum, pretty” he whines lowly, his grinding into you to prolong your orgasm for as long as possible. you sniffle, coming down slowly in a dreamy haze. you could sleep so good right now.
eren lifts your thigh up, pushing it back even further to bury himself as deep as he could inside you. you gasp aloud in shock, overstimulation hitting you hard as he rocks into you so good. “ren n-no” you squeal, hands desperate to hold onto something. “m’almost there” eren sighs out, his thighs shaking from pleasure. broken moans and whimpers leave your teary eyed form, only getting more sensitive with each thrust.
“ ahh - s..shit… look at me” your eyes lock with eren’s, he looks so good this way. before you can warn eren, your arousal squirts out of you, wetting eren’s lower body. eren stiffens, pumping rope after rope so deeply into you. you both lay bare and limp, chests heaving as you both come down from it all. you can only focus on the rain hitting the ground outside.
….but yeah eren loves thunderstorms!
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chrollohearttags · 4 months
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the baby trapper | armin artlert
armin wants to make sure you don’t ever leave him. Even if he has to resort to desperate measures
content + themes: porn w/ a little plot, toxic armin making his triumphant return, baby trapping (new to writing this so forgive me if it doesn’t sound right), slight yandere vibes (?) missionary, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding (dk what it is with this man and breeding 😫), unprotected sex, he’s so terrible but he’s so sexy
wc: 1.7K
📝: trying to get my steam back a little and I also couldn’t stop thinking about @levisbaldheadedwh0re and his five baby mamas 😭😭 I’d like to think this is how his ass got them.
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you’d told yourself no..you’d said it time and again that you were done. That this would be the very last time you’d see him..that he didn’t deserve you. All of which were false except the latter. Because somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you knew…you knew it’d always be this way. A tumultuous, repetitive cycle of breaking up and making up even harder. Telling him you hated his guts only got him to be in yours hours later; saying how sorry he was and you’d always forgive him without pause. But this time, he couldn’t be certain…the risk of you actually following through on your promise was far too great. You made it abundantly clear that if he didn’t get his shit together, you were breaking up with him. And to take things a step further, you were moving out of this city and leaving his ass behind entirely. The prospect of you moving onto bigger and better things..new job that paid amicably, an apartment on a nicer side of town than where you currently were and of course, a better man. You had every intention of doing so too. That was until…
“Keep fucking me!…just like that. Right there..”
“Right there, baby? That’s your spot, ain’t it?..squeezing me so fucking tight—“
until you made the rather ignorant choice to make one last visit to the toxic, selfish man known as Armin Artlert. Giving your final plea of sorts; hoping that he’d beg your forgiveness and vow to be a better boyfriend. Because although he wasn’t the best fit for you in the slightest, there was still some semblance of love there. A part of you cared so deeply and didn’t want to let him go. But the truth was, that was pure, unadulterated lust! The connection you felt for him was nothing more than an attachment to his sex..the way he fucked you was incomprobable. Hadn’t met a man who could make you feel the way he did physically. Despite causing you pain in every other area..regardless, you looked past it once he got you out of your clothes and on his mattress, practically breaking the bed frame trying to put you through it.
“Arminnn!….oh my gosh..”
coiling both your wrists and ankles into his grasp, he’d keep you in place, pounding into that core with consistent strokes. Each one going deeper and deeper..drumming out loud whimpers and arousal all the same. A sheath of your juices were leaking onto the sheets, along with staining his cock. He didn’t care..he desired more. Almost as if he were addicted to it. You were already overstimulated; afraid that you couldn’t take another orgasm. All of this came only after he had eaten your pussy to the point of tears. Yet, here he was..determined to get more than his fill. Those blonde locks plastered to his forehead due to the pouring sweat trickling down his body. He always got this way when he was inside of you. The only time he’d give you his all; completely devoted to ensuring that you received the ultimate pleasures. Trembling and shaking, (y/n) gazed into those icy colored eyes, each of which were teeming with lust for you as he finally faltered his speed a little. Those arms..each toned and laced with detailed tattoos stood at your side like that of pillars. “Yes, baby? Something on your mind?”
at the moment, it was completely blank. Your brain dumbed and fucked out by his unrelenting resolve. Not to prove he would treat you right but to ensure that you didn’t go elsewhere. That even if you decided to get in that car tomorrow, drive miles away and never look back, he’d be forever imprinted in your memory..
“I-I can’t..no more, baby. Please…oh my gosh.”
however, that wasn’t the only way that Armin was planning to leave his mark on you. Because little did you know, he had devised a plan to ensure that the two of you would be bound for a lifetime. Whether you wanted to do so or not..
“No more? Oh, sweetheart..I know you can give me so much more than that..” his voice mirroring that of a very nefarious villain. Even patting your cheek and sliding a thumb between your lips for a small semblance of comfort. You looked so cute and utterly pathetic. So much so the sight made him twitch whilst buried to your hilt. That swollen cock head pressing directly against the entrance of your womb. He hadn’t been entirely honest when he invited you over for what he called “one last talk.”..hell, he had no intentions at all of sitting down and discussing the state of your relationship, what he could do to resolve it or how to be a better man. His one and true objective was to get you pregnant! He wanted you to be with his child, so that no matter where you strayed, you’d be reminded of him. He’d constantly tell you how he wanted you to have his baby and that you’d look so pretty carrying it. But you couldn’t in good faith raise a child with someone as irresponsible as Armin! His employment was constantly fleeting, he lacked all the skills required to care for another human being and you didn’t want that risk. But you truly had no choice..no choice but to lie there and take every inch of him as your beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of your skull. As that appendage left an imprint in the pit of your belly, kissing the inner corner of that cervix. Your legs flailing midair and your toes curling to the max. He wanted to keep you like this forever..admire and treasure his most precious possession..
“I mean..I bet if I do this..” suddenly, you’d feel that swelling tension in your loins deepening when he rubbed your clit with his free thumb. “No wait!—“ “..you’ll come so hard, I won’t even be able to stay inside of you.” His voice is so condescending but soothing in a way. He gave you sweet nothings with the most sour of intentions. Knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to leave here tonight without every last drop of his seed in your womb. Until he saw the lines on that test indicating a positive result. He needed it..he needed you so fucking badly!
“So that’s why I want you to take it…take all this fucking dick, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl..the only one who can get all of my nut. So do it..take it just like you did the other ones.”
it was then that those vigorous thrusts would resume. Even harder than before and he didn’t care that he had now freed your hands and you were utilizing them as a means to slow him down. He’d merely put them right back where they started. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. I guess I’ll just have to hold them again.” Meanwhile, he’d release another maniacal laugh and shove his tongue between your lips; swirling it around your own until you were whimpering into his mouth. He had maximized his speed and was rutting those hips until you felt him to the hilt. That tight cunt made even more constricted by his previous loads that had been sloshing around. Throbbing and leaking as he thrashed you around. His thick girth and long length fill every sector of you. He had full dominion over this body and wasn’t letting go!
“Are you gonna do as I asked, baby? You’ll do whatever I want, right?..”
“Y-yes, daddy! Fuck meeee..”
“And you’re not going any fucking where, isn’t that right?..”
“No…oh my gosh, just don’t stop.”
your answer seemed to satisfy his ego well enough and that was all he needed to persist. Smirking down and rewarding you with another kiss, Armin gently stroked the side of your face before leaning back up.
“That’s right, baby. Get used to calling me daddy..because I want to get you pregnant. Fill that pretty pussy up..you ready?” You’d vehemently nod with tears in your eyes. Begging for him to do so..to make you his forever. With only a couple more strokes, he’d take an inch or so out and for his final thrusts, slow down.. “..c’mon, beg me. Lemme hear you say that shit. Tell me you want my babies..tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Leaving you no option than to do so and truth be told…
“Come in me, daddy! Please..give it to me..”
“There we go…now hold still..”
you wouldn’t want it any other way! Finally, he’d come to a halt and you’d feel that earlier throbbing increased tenfold. All that mounting tension of being between those tight walls had finally caught up and he couldn't hold or pull out. “Ah—haaa..shit, coming!”
pulling you into his chest, Armin would empty every last remnant of his cum into your womb, filling your stomach with every ounce, joining the other two that had followed before. You were stuffed to the brim; overflowing with the warm, white substance by the time he finished. Those strings of silky fluid didn’t come without a chorus of empty ‘I love you’s’ and tearful cries. He made you linger on every word. Hold on to hope that he meant what he spoke. But even if there wasn’t a hint of truth in his statement..
“Thank you, sweetheart…for letting me fill you up..look at that. Gonna look so pretty with my baby..I love you.”
it was too late. You were already trapped inside of his web!
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merakidoll · 10 months
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what if he let’s you ride his abs in the morning?
your naked body shook from the cool air. he layed below you with only his shirt off, his nipples were hard, the jewelry glistening from the morning sun light. “you like it baby doll?”
whining, you rutted your hips harder pushing your pussy more into his six pack. the build up wetness that made a mess on him aloud you to move easier, his hands moved around your body, skimming through your handles, to your gut squeezing it, he flexed his body making your clit go sensitive
“ohgod!” throwing your head back your bonnet fell off landing on the white comforter, nails dinging into the sides of his chest. “you got this mama” his thumbs circles your nipples pushing on them “so close hm?”
“i - i can’t” “you can, now!” his words got aggressive setting you off the edge, your juices dripping out of your hole making a puddle on him that dropped off onto the sheets.
eren, armin, onyankopon, gojo, choso
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kentopedia · 4 months
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON LEVI
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fem!reader, sfw, fluff, you leave lipstick all over levi before a mission and the scouts find out, just something super cutesy & short while i work on some longer pieces hehe, pls ignore errors lol, 1.3k words
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“promise you’ll come back in one piece?” you say, smoothing the wrinkle between levi’s brow with a kiss. 
he glances up at you from under his lashes, crinkling his nose as a short, breathy laugh escapes him, one he tries to subdue. still, he can’t deny the happiness that slips onto his features, not when joy is so fleeting because of the life that the two of you live. 
cold hands run across your back, down to your hips as you straighten his collar, kissing his sharp cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. “i’ve made it this far, haven’t i?” levi mutters, squeezing your sides gently before shifting you off of his lap.
he lifts you, sets you on the edge of his desk, causing some of the papers that erwin had dropped off earlier to crinkle. a smile graces your lips as levi stands, stretching his limbs behind him, the chair pushing away from the desk with a creak.
“i’m going to be late because of you,” levi remarks, eyes narrowed playfully, but he gives you another kiss on the lips, lingering there like it’s painful to pull away.
“then stop kissing me.” your hands splay across his chest, but you don’t push him away, feeling his heart beat under his ribcage, the melody that you will always come back to. still, levi tugs your hips forward, slots in between your legs, and kisses you even deeper. “it’s time for you to go, captain levi.” 
a heavy sigh weighs against your mouth, his exhale warm as he pulls back. “sounds like you want me gone.” 
“of course i don’t.” your voice softens as you play with his fingers for a moment, before he's tugging them away gently, withdrawing from your figure. “i'm going to have to find someone else to sleep next to while you’re away."
normally, you would’ve been going with levi and the rest of the scouts, but an injury from your last mission prevented you from going on any more for a few weeks. 
levi snorts, putting on his jacket, fixing the leather straps across his chest. “is that all i’m good for? killing titans and keeping your bed warm?”
you make a face at him, then shrug, half-hearted as he stares back at you with amusement. then, you laugh, cheerful and free; you know levi will come back to you. he has no other choice. 
levi makes his way towards the door. 
“levi?” 
he turns, the lipstick stains still visible on his cheek, dark against his pale skin. for a moment, you wonder if you should tell him—if he’d be mad if you didn’t. 
but then you remember he’s going to meet with a squad of fifteen year olds that have all almost died alongside him. if they really have a problem with their captain being loved by you, then they don’t care about him as much as you thought. 
you smile and shake your head, voice holding just enough mischief for levi to notice. “just be safe. i love you.” 
he softens. there are times where levi is hesitant to say the words, still worried you will be taken from him. but this is not one of those times. not when you will be separated for days, his life once again in danger. “i love you too, sweetheart.”
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within ten minutes, levi is down to the first floor, pushing into the room where the members of his squad are already waiting. 
he’s only a minute late, but he feels like they must have been waiting for hours, the way that they are all gawking at him with wide eyes, connie’s jaw faltering slightly. “everyone here?” levi asks, doing a quick scan of the room, counting heads like he’s their babysitter. 
no one says anything. eren’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head, and jean covers his mouth, looking away as him and sasha let out a stifled giggle. 
levi’s mouth draws into an even thinner line. “what the hell are you snickering about?" he grumbles, looking at each of them individually, wondering who will be the first to confess. 
their eyes dart away dramatically, faces red. even eren, who is normally more obnoxious than the rest, seems to have run out of words to say. 
his eye twitches; levi wonders if connie’s head might burst, or if sasha’s laugh will rip out of her first. 
“well?” levi asks again, snapping, already tired of this mission. a hot cup of tea sounds nice, in bed next to you.
armin, as usual, is the one to speak up when no one else has anything intelligent to say. “well, sir,” the blonde says, gesturing towards his own face. “i think…”
levi touches his cheek, remembering all the places you’d kissed him earlier, wearing that pretty black dress and your dark lipstick. a sigh leaves him when he pulls his fingers away, the tips coming back, smeared with a deep red. 
he should've known.
“i see," levi says, staring for a moment, before meeting eren's eyes, his lips finally widening into a grin.
“ooooh," eren sings, his expression smug as mikasa elbows him, her own features pinched tight. "the captain’s in looooove."
levi knows they are expecting a reaction, a spectacle of the fact that he adores you. but he’s never kept it a secret, and he’s certainly not ashamed of all the things he feels for you. 
“and what if i am?” levi asks instead, pointedly staring eren down as the rest of the scouts watch the exchange. “honestly, i am surprised no one noticed sooner.”
eren’s jaw falters a bit; a small wave of silence falls over the scouts. you and levi don't make a point of hiding your relationship, but really, levi shouldn’t have been surprised that no one in his squad was observant enough to notice. 
or so he thought, anyway.
historia’s smaller, high-pitched voice breaks up the quiet, repeating your name back to him, as if affirmation that you’re the one he kisses goodnight. a silly question really, considering levi has never looked at anyone else with the same kind of tenderness. 
“it is her, isn’t it?” historia asks, smiling softly. “i only know because you’re always holding hands under the table when you think no one can see.”
levi raises his eyebrow. “clearly we were wrong about that.” though, of all the things to notice, he thought it’d be the way you kiss him after every mission, the way he’s harder on you than anyone else because he doesn’t want to lose you.
eren shrieks your name like he’s never heard it before, and levi is starting to wonder if the boy actually is an idiot. his old squad had known immediately; petra caught you sneaking up to levi’s quarters when you thought everyone else was asleep, kissing him on the cheek when you thought everyone's back was turned. 
it’s been a long time since then, he supposes. maybe the years have taught you subtlety. 
“how long have you been together?”
“does she actually like you?” 
“do you—” connie makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. “you know.” 
“connie!” jean shouts, whacking him on the back of the head. “what do you think! dumbass.” 
“hey!" connie says, rubbing his head. “geez. i just can’t picture it.” 
"i’d rather you didn’t." levi’s face turns sour, disturbed by a room full of teenagers discussing his private and romantic life. “bring it up again and i’ll leave you outside of the wall on the next mission.” he pauses, crosses his arms with an exasperated exhale. “and she likes me just fine. at least, she has for the past five years.” 
“five—” 
a new wave of questioning starts and levi pinches his temples, shakes his head, the red smear of lipstick still on his face.
levi almost wishes you could’ve been there to field the questions instead. you’ve always been better with the kids, connected with them a lot easier than levi had.
even if it was would’ve exposed his lovesick eyes, the tiny lift of the corner of his mouth when you were around.
he’s never been very good about hiding it anyway.
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kingkonoha · 5 months
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TELL ME || Levi A.
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even during the battle to end the rumbling, levi can’t help but think about you.
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“Tell me, Y/N . . . Are you proud of me? Or are you disappointed? Did I fight hard enough? Could I have done more?”
Unanswered questions continued to appear in Levi’s mind as he glanced down at the blood splattering onto his fingertips, dripping from his mouth.
“Will I see you again someday? How long do I have to wait until I can know the answer to that?”
The pain in his leg was horrific. Awful. Indescribable — there weren’t any words in existence that could accurately detail the burning, aching sensation that made him wish he could chop off his own leg to escape the misery.
Even so, as one or two of his comrades held onto his limp body — he couldn’t tell who or how many, thanks to his blind eye — he did nothing but cough up blood.
“If I died today, I wouldn’t mind. Not if I get to see you again. I promised you that I’d always keep fighting — that’s what I said, right? I wish I didn’t make that promise, because I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired . . .”
As Levi rode on the back of Falco’s winged titan form, he realized something.
The pain in his leg was nothing compared to the agonizing heartache he felt every second of every day since he watched you die.
He hated himself for falling in love.
He hated himself for not being strong enough to save you.
Being known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier felt like an utter joke. Like he was being mocked.
It was all he could think about as he looked down at the kids — no, they were adults now — fighting titans on Eren’s skeleton-like form, desperately attempting to stop the rumbling.
It was like he raised them. You both did.
But you didn’t get a chance to see them grow.
If you were still around, you would have known that Connie did indeed get taller. You won that bet. Levi owed you a new tea set, as he thought that the hilarious kid would stay the same height forever.
You didn’t witness Armin start to come out of his shell a bit, either. He was the commander now, could you believe that?
The shy kid who you thought of as a son — who followed you around like a lost puppy during his early days as a scout — was now Levi’s boss. And the colossal titan. How silly.
Jean had turned out to be a great leader as well, fighting for humanity instead of for himself. You would have been proud.
He only grew out his hair because you weren’t around to help him trim it. He could do it on his own, but he didn’t want to. Not without you.
Mikasa was exceptional then, and she was exceptional now. You were the only person she trusted to wash her scarf whenever she was too busy to get around to it.
Reiner and Annie were fighting too.
Everyone was fighting. All to stop the rumbling.
Even if it meant killing Eren.
“Could you do it, Y/N? Could you have helped us take Eren’s life?” Levi wondered.
You wouldn’t have supported the rumbling. That was a fact. Even so, you adored that kid, almost as if you were possessed by Carla’s ghost.
And he adored you too.
Your death was one of the horrific events that pushed Eren to this unspeakable point.
Both Eren and Levi witnessed it.
A titan snacking on your body as if you weren’t a person, but grapes at a picnic. Both of them were too weak to stop it.
They could only watch. Watch as you were eaten alive.
When the fight ended, your face was among the many ghosts staring at Levi. His old comrades were all satisfied. He didn’t have to fight anymore. He could just live.
But he couldn’t rest.
That came later. It came when Levi was an old man, sitting alone in his wheelchair at his favorite place in Marley to stare out at the glistening water with his one decent eye.
Old age claimed his life as the sun started to set, its beautiful orange rays shining over the water.
And you were waiting for him. You and all of his old comrades.
He pushed himself right out of his wheelchair. He could walk again. He could see again. He was young again.
His wrinkly skin melted away. His gray hair was once again black. His scars no longer existed.
Slowly, he walked towards you, the love of his life. The person he never got a chance to grow old with. Start a family with. Experience peace with.
When he wrapped his arms around you, holding you after so many years of trying and failing to remember what it felt like to touch you, he knew that he could finally rest.
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NoRegrets!Levi fucks you because he is curious and desperate for it. It's his need as a young man to explore you, to get to know your body. He isn't that experienced but he still has you squirming beneath him when his cock is pounding you. His thrusts are sloppy and fast, his grip on your hips a little too tight but you don't mind, it feels so good, he feels so good. "Fucking....fuck.." The curses that leave his mouth are a reminder that you're making him feel like he is on cloud nine. He doesn't kiss you on the lips a lot instead he leaves marks all over your neck, it's why he loves doing you in missionary, he needs to know that you're feeling pleasure. And he will get better each time you have sex until he has learned your body fully.
Season1!Levi fucks you because he can't show his feelings for you otherwise. He is in denial, he can't love, not now when he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. Levi can't go a week without having you in his bed, he craves your body moving with his. "Good girl." He growls into your ear as he fucks you in doggy style, your legs feel like they are bout to give out, he isn't being gentle at all. You fall down onto the sheets and he slides out of you for a moment before laying on top of you, his cock penetrating you again. "Oh come on. I know my girl can take it." He bites into your shoulder as he rolls his hips against yours, loving the way you're whining for him.
Season2!Levi fucks you because he needs release. He is frustrated that he can't fight because his leg is injured, but that doesn't stop him from propping you on his office desk and sliding your panties down your legs before entering you. "Wet. I haven't even done anything, you naughty brat." He grunts his hips start moving, his cock slamming deep inside of you. "Fuck yeah. You love it when I fuck this pussy like this don't you?" Your nails dig into his shoulder when he starts to move quicker, despite his leg hurting he thrusts mercilessly into you, the desk shaking under you. He feels your pussy clamp down on him, his eyes roll back slightly before he pulls out and cums over your thighs.
Season3!Levi fucks you because he can be himself with you. Everyone is asking too much from him. He is tired of it. He kisses you on the lips, your tongue playing with his, the rough grip on your thighs makes a shiver run down your spine as he does you against the wall, your legs wrapped around him tightly. Your fingers are in his hair as you moan his name, tugging on his black hair. Pulling away from the kiss, Levi looks at your face memorizing every expression you make. His cock slodes in and out of you, the lewd noises only fire him up more. At this point he doesn't care who can hear you. In fact, it's rather indulging for him, he hasn't claimed you as his yet but you are, his and only his. "Can fuck this tight cunt all fucking day." He nibbles on your ear when you can around him but he doesn't stop. Overstimulating you until you can't talk anymore.
Season4!Levi fucks you because he wants reassurance. Your hands are pinned above your head, his fingers interlocked with yours, his warm body moving on top of you at a passionate pace. "That's it. Fuck, you feel so good." You whimper, your fingers squeezing his hand tighter, eyes rolling at the back of your head. Levi kisses your face, he is deep, and he knows that you can feel every inch of his cock. You're here, you're under him and he is so grateful for that. Releasing your hands, Levi takes a pillow and puts it under your hips to be even deeper inside of your pussy. You moan his name when he starts to slam into you so hard that the bed squeaks, your hand gripping the sheets. His hands rest on your waist, he slows down his movements to make sure that he is as deep as he can be, fucking you hard like you both need it. "Let me cum inside, baby. Shit." You nod your head and without another word, his cum fills you up to the brim.
Postwar!Levi fucks you because he can finally love you in peace. His arms are wrapped around you as you slowly move on top of him, your hips moving back and forth, pushing his cock into your depths. He isn't scared anymore to kiss you on the lips, to tell you how beautiful you look. It's done, he can finally give you all of himself and his time. "You're so fucking pretty. I don't deserve you." His hand reaches up to squeeze your breast, playing with your nipple. You lean down and kiss him, moaning against his mouth. Levi lets you do all the work and he loves it, he loves that you don't put pressure on his back. Pulling away from the kiss, your pussy clenches on his cock making him hiss. "You're gonna cum for me? Yeah?" His other hand rubs the side of your face, you squeeze his biceps and then cum on him, it doesn't take Levi long to cum after that. And you go for another round because you can and he will whisper a quiet "I love you" as you sleep next to him.
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honeybleed · 3 months
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synopsis: mikasa watches her marriage slowly unravel from a distance with the new arrival in her home
content & warnings: fem!reader, married jeankasa, past eremika, drugs, smoking, character death, grief, angst, modern au, infidelity, emotional affair, jean and mikasa are in their mid thirties (picture jean from his dream), reader is in her late twenties, jean and mikasa have three children together, italics mean dream/memory & eventual smut (male masturbation, spit, cum eating, oral f. receiving, cowgirl, protected sex)
author’s note: mdni banner credit to @/cafekitsune also many thanks to serena and vegas for helping me with the french dialogue in dis fic love you both 🥹🩷 and i gotta thank mirah for the nanny jokes cos it inspired me YUHHHH
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Mikasa Ackerman abided by a strict routine.
Every morning, Mikasa woke at 5:15 am. She showered, brushed her teeth and did her skincare care.
She often alternated between yoga or a morning jog, always taking her glass water bottle with lemon slices and mint leaves.
In her mid-thirties, her stomach was flat as ever and her abs remained toned. Strong from a young age, her job as director of training at the biggest security services in the country required her to keep extremely fit.
When she returned, she'd freshen up again if she broke out a sweat which was not common since her stamina was strong and get started on prepping the kids for school.
Jean and Mikasa shared three children.
Their oldest, an eleven-year-old boy named Noah, their middle child a seven-year-old girl by the name of Kiyoko and their eighteen-month-old daughter, Rina.
Jean's morning routine was a little different. He'd awake around seven and be driven to work around 8:25 am.
Enough time to say goodbye to the kids, kissing them on the forehead (Noah would push him off, but Jean was relentless) and Mikasa a peck on her temple. Which was always met with a meek smile.
Jean was the chief financial officer of a multimedia corporation. He had many responsibilities and was highly respected within the company.
"I think we are going to have to hire a nanny," Mikasa said after Jean returned from putting Rina to sleep.
It was about nine o'clock, and Mikasa's eyes were fixated on organising the meticulously laid out array of tactical gear and weapons on the living room table, loading a handgun.
"Huh? What gives?" Jean asked a little bewildered, his light brown eyes widening.
Despite Jean and Mikasa both being highly successful in their fields, which involved them overexerting themselves which sometimes came at the expense of their children's emotional needs, they both swore they'd do everything themselves.
They never had help around the house. Whether it was gardeners, nannies or housemaids. They tackled errands and chores together.
She shook her head and let out a sigh.
"The executives are considering a higher leadership role for me. And I guess that will mean more hours...more workload. I don't think I'll be able to do my regular picking of the kids up or their homework. Playing with them."
Jean's eyes lit up with pride.
"Mika...!" He exclaimed as he went in to swoop her in his arms, lifting her and twirling her around. "Honey, that's incredible!"
Mikasa winced slightly in discomfort. Yes, she was married to Jean for over a decade but she just could never handle physical affection from him.
He instantly got the hint, setting her down. Jean always felt a pang of hurt when his wife reacted this way when he tried to show her affection.
But he quickly brushed it off, not wanting to dampen the mood.
"Thank you, Jean." She said with a small smile, cheeks heating up from the compliment. "But I'll set up the nanny interview. I understand, nobody wants oddballs around their kids."
"Honey, I just..." Jean swallowed thickly, as he raked his fingers through his hair. "I'm rooting for you, you know that. I'm so damn proud of everything you accomplish but the last thing I would want is our kids to barely recognize us anymore. I'm barely around as it is."
"I get it. So you want me to be a housewife. Right?" Mikasa blurted out, eyebrows furrowing.
"I never said that! I love you as a working woman, you know that." Jean cried out, not wanting to argue with her.
"You've insinuated enough times you want me to stay at home. That's just not happening, Jean. Do you understand? If it's such a big deal that our kids are missing us, why don't you quit? Huh?"
"Mika, you know that-"
"Exactly. So suck it up."
Both of them were at the prime of their careers. Mikasa soared to heights that would probably surpass Jean. Her company was in talks of being bodyguards at the state senator's home.
She'd be the breadwinner soon.
Mikasa stayed up a little later than Jean, ticking off the checklist of the equipment for the upcoming training session.
She didn't mean for any of this. Deep down, she had care and affection for Jean. It was easy to defrost her cold nature when around somebody so warm like him.
However, something forever held her back. Him.
She packed up the equipment and placed it somewhere out of the way. She hadn't missed the way her rebellious son had been fixating on everything under her watchful eye.
Jean was already fast asleep, his chest rising and falling. Her eyes softened as she gazed at her husband. She hooked her finger and stroked his stubbled cheek a few times.
There was so much she wanted to say but she was always trapped in some sort of quicksand. She wanted to apologize countlessly. She wished she was like other women.
Sometimes she wanted to be what Jean wanted. Some sort of housewife who wore frilly pink aprons and baked apple pies.
But it just wasn't who she was.
And she knew Jean was the kind of man who adored everything about her. He was always rooting for her. More than he ever did.
He wouldn't pressure her into conforming to something like that. However, he had dreams. He wanted to be a man Mikasa and their children could rely on. But for now, he accepted the strength and determination of his wife.
They were equals.
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Distant sounds of wood being chopped. Mikasa looked around her surroundings. The real home she shared with Jean and their children was a grand estate within a gated community.
Bathed in the soft dawn light, the rustic interior was unfamiliar. She got up from the dining chair and sure enough, Eren Yeager her first love, entered the cabin, hands full of firewood. He put it to the side, and instantly pulled her into his broad chest.
She wordlessly leant into his touch, taking a deep exhale of his aroma. Freshly washed linen of his shirt and the lingering peppermint and eucalyptus body wash he lived on.
"Mika Mika..." He beamed as he looked down to meet her teary eyes. "What's the matter? You know I hate seeing you cry." He teased as he cupped her soft cheek.
This dream of her and Eren in this cabin was recurrent, so much so to the point she had gained self-awareness within the dream. She knew soon enough she'd be torn away.
When she awoke, Eren was six feet under while she had to head to work.
"I'm fine..." She sniffled, steadying herself. She pushed down her tears and smiled at him. "Let's eat, shall we?"
The smell of freshly baked goods across the dining table wafted to her nose, making her stomach rumble and her mouth water.
Her and Eren's eyes met and the two burst into hysterics and the loud grumble of her belly.
It'd always be a peaceful dream. Up until the room would become frosty.
Those eyes of Eren's, reminiscent of the forests dulled as he stared her down.
"Why did you forget me, Mikasa?" He questioned, voice with a haunting edge.
"Eren? What are you talking about? I never once forgot you...!" Mikasa stammered, rising from the chair.
It was nightmarishly similar to their younger days. When he would be angry at her and push her away. Almost punishing her. She grabbed his arm as she pleaded.
"You are always in my heart...my mind.." She said as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Is that so?" Eren sneered as he tore away from her grip.
"Was I on your mind when you walked down that aisle, Mikasa?" He said as he walked up on her, her back hitting the wall as he got up in her face. "Was I in your heart when you were birthing not one, not two but three children of his?"
"Eren...!"
"You don't seem like you miss me anymore. I'm starting to think that's a lie you tell people to feel sorry for you."
"Why are you saying things like this..?" She gasped out, a lump in her throat forming as her vision blurred.
"Poor little Mikasa, her childhood sweetheart was depressed and overdosed."
"Eren, stop it!" She cried out as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her heart was racing, she felt shadows loom. The gentle morning light was gone within an instant. Walls closing in on her.
The cabin was gone. And she was thrust into the same hospital.
The day he died.
Sirens blaring, the smell of antiseptic and industrial metal.
Carla sobbed uncontrollably into Grisha's chest as the doctor confirmed they were unable to resuscitate Eren who had overdosed on counterfeit pills.
She turned to see Armin, Jean, Sasha and Connie all rushing towards the three. Carla was inconsolable but Mikasa was numb.
Her vision was slowing around her, unsteady on her feet when Jean quickly caught her before she hit the cold floor.
"Easy there." He said softly as he set her on the waiting room chair.
Armin was trying his best to hold back his tears but couldn't help but wail his best friend's name. It was not as if the group was unaware of Eren's struggle with depression and his pill problem.
But only Mikasa and Armin knew the severity of it all. His parents had forced him into rehab but he had always struggled to stay clean with the constant dark thoughts looming in his mind.
Mikasa thought back to the last time she spoke to Eren at a party Reiner had thrown.
"What do you see me as...?" He said softly, as he gazed at her. She was always breathtaking in Eren's eyes. As the fairy lights in the cosy room upstairs, away from the hubbub of the rowdy party went on.
"What do you mean?" Mikasa stammered, taken aback at the sudden question.
She'd spent most of the party with Armin and even danced with Annie and Historia. It was always like this with Eren she supposed.
Yes, they grew up together in the same home. But she deeply loved him. He was the only person she could see herself spending the rest of her life with.
"C'mon Mika, you know what I'm asking," Eren said with a chuckle. "You see me as more than family. Right?"
She was too stunned to answer at first. Swallowing, she shook her head. She knew Eren too well. She didn't feel as if he was sincere at all.
"You mean a lot to me." She settled on. Not wanting to destroy things.
But that answer wasn't acceptable for Eren. He shook his head and muttered something unintelligible under his breath.
"I get it."
And that was the last time she saw him, when he brushed past her, exiting the room. He didn’t come home that night.
"Mika?" He called out as he stood in the doorway.
"Yeah?"
"You look real pretty tonight."
"I didn't think he was gonna go and do that," Connie muttered to Jean as the three stood in the hospital parking lot, not fully grasping the fact Eren had passed away.
"He was a reckless guy," Jean said with a wry laugh. "He asked me to take care of her if something happened to him."
"Huh?" Sasha said pulling a face. "If anything, she'll be the one taking care of you princess."
Sasha and Connie burst into hysterics and Jean's expense.
"Shut up!" He hissed which only spurred them on more.
Staring at his cold and lifeless body, his lips blue as he lay in the morgue, she hoped he was at peace.
She could still hear Carla sobbing outside. It must've been more painful for a child to go before you as a parent, she reckoned. Grisha advised her not to but she wanted to see Eren.
One last time.
Suddenly, his eyes wrenched opened and his hand reached out to instantly grab her throat.
She instantly was torn out of the dream, crying something unintelligible out. Her sudden jolt stirred Jean awake.
"Mika, are you alright...?"
He turned on the bedside table’s lamp, stomach churning when he saw her frightened state. Trembling fingers and sweat caused strands of her hair to plaster onto her forehead.
"You're alright, honey." He said as he gathered her in his warm embrace. Her heart hammered as she gasped for breath. She nodded as Jean's hold brought her back down to reality.
He smoothed the top of her raven tresses as he kissed the top of her head.
"I'll get you water." He said as he clambered out of bed.
"No, it's fine Jean. Sorry."
"I'm not taking no for an answer." He said sternly as he made his way out of the bedroom.
He returned and sat on the edge of the bed as she hurriedly gulped down the cool water, quenching her dry throat.
"...Was it a bad dream?" He asked despite knowing the answer.
She nodded as she vacantly gazed out, not facing him.
"Was it him?"
She nodded again.
"Figures," Jean muttered with a wry laugh as he crossed his arms. "Bastard was relentless."
"You two were two sides of the same coin." Mikasa teased as she set the cup down.
Jean settled on not saying anything.
"I'll be fine, Jean." She said in an attempt to reassure him with a weak smile.
He wasn't sure if he could believe her.
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"Is Mommy okay?" Kiyoko questioned Jean. The little girl was in her booster seat beside her older brother as Jean was on the morning school run.
Something unheard of in their household.
"She's alright, sweetheart," Jean replied calmly as he looked at his daughter in the rearview mirror. Though his son noticed his knuckles whitening from the grip on the steering wheel. "She's just a bit under the weather, she'll be alright soon. Okay?"
"So why did she go to work?" Noah said bluntly.
Jean internally cursed to himself.
His mother once mentioned his son had the same smart mouth and know-it-all behavior he did.
"Because she had to drop by." Jean flat out lied through gritted teeth. Praying Noah would drop it.
"Why would Mommy go to work if she's sick?" Kiyoko asked. "Dropping us off is more quick than a whole day there."
Noah snorted to himself.
Jean let out a sigh as he looked at the three children.
"I don't know, honey. When she's feeling better, she can explain it to you. Okay?"
Kiyoko nodded.
"Okay Daddy!" She beamed, relieving the burden off of Jean. As he parked in her elementary school's parking lot, his daughter scrambled out of the seat to kiss him on the cheek.
"Have a great day, Kiki. Alright? Don't worry about Mommy too much, she's a fighter. Remember?"
She eagerly nodded her head.
"You look like shit."
Mikasa looked up to see none other than an unimpressed Annie Leonhart with her hand on her hip as she tied up her boot.
"Can always count on you for some honesty, huh Annie?" Mikasa chuckled airily as she dusted off her cargo pants and sighed.
"Spill. Rough night?"
"A little. Jean isn't too thrilled about the idea of a nanny."
"That's odd. Usually men salivate over the idea of a nanny."
"Annie." Mikasa tutted disapprovingly as her eyebrows furrowed.
"What? You said you could count on me for honesty, I'm just saying. Maybe hire an old broad."
"Jean is not like that."
Mikasa supposed that was one of the reasons why she married Jean. As much as she didn't act on urges or would need a drink or two, she had the man at her beck and call.
He worshipped the ground she walked on. Men are dogs but Jean Kirstein was obedience-trained.
"What makes you think that?" She chuckled. "You got him on a leash?"
"Even if I did, it's not as if he runs wild. He just...sorta sits there."
Mikasa's tendency to say things with nonchalance always sent Annie into hysterics. Laughter overtook her body.
"What?" Mikasa piped up, bewildered at Annie's reaction.
"Never change, Ackerman."
"Just pray and hope he doesn't choose the recently graduated youngin with nice tits. Or you'll be in for one heck of a ride." 
Jean took an off day.
He rarely did but in all honesty, guilt loomed over him following the squabble last night. He never wanted Mikasa to feel as if he was pressuring her into becoming a fully-fledged stay-at-home mom.
Despite being opposed to the idea, what Mikasa wants, is Mikasa gets. She had tasked him instead to handle the interviews for the nannies.
She had trimmed the pickings to three women. Jean was sure as hell not picking the first one. A chain-smoking middle-aged woman with one of the worst attitudes he'd ever seen.
The second lady seemed a bit too Greenpeace and hippie to be a nanny in their neighborhood. He was patiently waiting for the third one.
He smiled at baby Rina who was burbling happily as she teethed on the rubber ring.
Picking her up from the walker, and settling her on his lap as he dabbed up the drool dribbling down her chin and from the teether with a bib.
"You happy to see Daddy?" Jean cooed as he lifted the girl in his arms, causing her to giggle wildly. He brought her back down, peppering her chubby cheeks.
He paused and turned to see a young woman, likely in her early twenties standing in the doorway after she cleared her throat.
"...Hi." You said awkwardly with a wave. "I'm here for the nanny interview?"
"Oh! Sorry about that. Let me just set her down and I'll be right back." Jean said with a polite smile. "It's noon anyways, she needs her nap."
You were in awe as you looked around the interior of the living room. You hit the jackpot when you did a bit of background research on the couple.
Jean Kirstein who had worked his way up from a junior accountant, now a part of the executive leadership team in a million-dollar corporation considered to be at the forefront of multimedia innovation.
Mikasa Ackerman as modest and humble as she was a trailblazer in security training and had garnered attention from her rivals and media.
The two were a power couple in their respective fields. From the outside, it seemed as if they had it all as your eyes scanned the room. There was a nosy part of you that wanted to know why she didn't take her husband's last name.
Photos of their wedding day and their family as a whole in silver frames. Soon Jean returned. He gestured for you to sit on the plush sofa opposite him.
You took out a plastic wallet that contained your resume and qualifications from your handbag and handed it towards him.
As he flipped through, he let out a whistle.
"First aid...and you're fluent in three languages...?" He chuckled, a little in awe. His wife had a keen eye.
"Uh-huh. Well, four. English of course, but French, Spanish and Italian."
Jean of French ancestry, who had ties to a small village in the south of France where he spent his summers there was taken aback. Other than work, it'd been a while since he'd met another French speaker.
He hoped she wasn't bluffing. Since the vacancy was so highly sought out, the last thing he wanted was somebody dishonest near his children.
"Bonjour, comment allez-vous?"
Despite the warm smile on your face, you held back the urge to roll your eyes. If you put a language on your resume, you wouldn't know basic greetings.
"Je vais bien, merci d'avoir demandé. Et vous?" You replied sickly sweetly.
"Je vais bien. Continuons l'entretien."
You nodded. So far, Jean seemed to be asking general interview questions which was alright. French wasn't your preferred language but you grasped it all the same.
Your eyebrows furrowed when he threw an odd question at you.
"Êtes-vous célibataire?"
"Avec tout le respect que je vous dois, n'êtes-vous pas marié?" You responded, bewildered at the question.
Jean was completely taken aback. She looked so disengaged when he was talking to her, that he assumed she had been lying about being fluent.
It didn't hurt you were sexy as hell.
"Si je suis honnête, vous n’êtes pas mon type." You said, you then lowered your voice and leaned towards him, your minty breath tickling the shell of his ear. "Je ne m'intéresse pas aux vieillards."
Poker face on, his lips pressed into a thin line, he couldn't help the fact his eyes roamed.
A tight orange tee that exposed your midriff with a belly button bar with an amethyst butterfly pendant, your boobs sitting upright and perky.
His mind was wandering.
The bite to your bark certainly wasn't helping douse the flame of his attraction.
He cleared his throat as he sat upright.
"I apologize for my inappropriate question." He said as he looked right into your eyes. "I was mistaken to think you were bluffing or exaggerating the things on your resume."
"It's fine, Mr. Kirstein." You said, waving a hand dismissively. "I just hope this doesn't affect my running for this job. I firmly believe I meet all the requirements necessary and I am confident in my capabilities."
Though you were slightly miffed his attempt at throwing you off had to go down the “are you easy?” route.
"Did my wife tell you about the duties she had in mind?" He asked earnestly, heart hammering as humiliation washed over him from his massive fuck up.
You nodded.
"She said over the phone if I was given the job, there was already a living space in here." You replied.
"Ah...well."
"Look, Mr. Kirstein. I don't want us to get off on the wrong foot. I'm here for the children. Nothing more, nothing less. So we can forget that little exchange ever happened. Okay?"
He nervously swallowed as he nodded.
"Thank you." He breathed out gratefully.
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Mikasa's mind was hurtling at the speed of light as she drove home.
Annie wasn't lying. But she trusted Jean. He'd never shown her any reason to be disloyal or a cheater.
Jean's company was overrun with beautiful young actresses who he sometimes had meetings with and the man didn't falter once.
He made it evident to anybody who would listen he was married. A crumpled snapshot from the photo booth on their very first date in his wallet.
She always told him she hated it but he wouldn't hear it. Jean took every and any chance to namedrop he was married to Mikasa.
When she arrived, Mikasa took off her shoes in the hallway.
Lo and behold her husband was sitting beside none other than the "youngin with nice tits" as Annie dubbed. Holding her baby, Jean seemed to be fawning over her.
Without a second thought, Mikasa advanced on the two - her Mama Bear instincts kicking in and took baby Rina from your arms.
"This must be the new nanny...?" She asked.
"Ah, nice to finally meet you." You smiled as you stood up to shake her hand. "I'm Y/N L/N."
Mikasa cautiously eyed you. Then eventually took your hand to give it a firm shake.
"She's a good fit with the kids." Jean smiled. "I'm sure Noah will take some adjusting but Kiyoko and Rina adore her already."
"Well...our babies are a bit sheltered." She murmured.
She already felt as if the ride Annie warned her about was going to start any minute.
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Mikasa was exhilarated with the direction her career was going. She even took Jean along as her plus-one at her company's event.
They had finally been chosen to guard and protect the state's senators. Needing her to work from there for the same month.
The couple sat in the chauffeured limo riding to the event, holding hands. Jean was pleasantly surprised since Mikasa hated PDA but embraced it all the same.
"I'm proud of you, Mika." He said gently as he gazed at her. His heart raced at how beautiful she looked in the shoulder-less maroon silk dress.
"Thank you, Jean." She responded as she squeezed his hand. "But I'm nervous to be away from the kids for so long. I'll miss you all."
"It's okay, honey." Jean reassured. "Who knows, maybe we can try and visit you?"
Mikasa snickered to herself.
"Ah, that'd be nice. But I'm on the clock almost sixteen hours. And when I'm off it'll be midnight to dawn. Can't screw up the kid's sleep pattern." She replied. "It would be nice.."
"Perhaps when you return we can go for a vacation?" He grinned.
"Where would we even go?" She chuckled. "I love you all but a road trip sounds like hell."
"We aren't that bad, Mika. C'mon." Jean teased as he nudged her side.
"We'll see."
After they entered the grand venue, Mikasa introduced her husband which surprised everybody despite her wedding band being on at work all the time, Jean dragged Mikasa onto the dancefloor.
"For old time's sake?" He pleaded. "You've only ever danced with me at our wedding, you know."
"If you step on my feet, I'll kill you." She sighed as she reluctantly made her way towards him.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiled.
As the two swayed to the jazz band, she rested her head on his broad chest.
Relishing his aroma and warm embrace one hand was on the small of her back and the other on her hip. She loved Jean but she was sure the love she had could never measure to the love he had for her.
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Months passed and Mikasa settled fairly well into her new role despite being away. Some phone calls and FaceTime but she was mostly occupied with the job.
You practically were a staple in the Kirstein household. You'd also settled in quite smoothly.
Kiyoko was a happy-go-lucky child who fell head over heels for you almost immediately.
It took some buttering up on your part for the stubborn Noah to like you but you eventually won him over when you kicked his butt in Overwatch.
Jean's company was undergoing office reservations which required him and the other executives to work at home for the next month or so.
Mikasa being gone meant he didn't have to follow strict regimens as much.
If he popped up to the kitchen with a bedhead and sweatpants she would've burnt lasers into his skull.
You had already dropped Noah and Kiyoko at school and were occupied with preparing oatmeal. Mikasa left a recipe book and was rather meticulous about her children's diets.
Rina was sat in the highchair as you stirred the pot a few times.
"Good morning, Mr. Kirstein...!" You said with a warm smile.
"Are you always this...bright in the mornings?" He snorted as he sat at the dining chair after he kissed the top of Rina's head.
"Eh, comes with the job I suppose." You responded. "Are you done with work already?"
"Yeah. It's a slow day. Other execs are out of the country on business and the work is fairly straightforward. I don't want to leave you handling three children by yourself. You doing alright?"
"Oh come on, Mr. Kirstein. Three children are not that bad. It's literally my job after all. And..Rina's a pretty well-behaved baby.." You smiled.
Your eyes widened slightly when Jean stood beside you, towering over you. He tasted the oatmeal, smacking his lips.
"What's the deal with this oatmeal? Seems different."
"Oh, I followed Miss Ackerman's recipe she gave. She doesn't want Rina eating high sugar so I suppose it's a little bland."
"Yeah, I can see that."
He chuckled as he rubbed the nape of his neck. Mikasa was a good cook though. He fondly thought back on the Japanese dishes she made whenever he fell ill.
"Well, can't go wrong with simple meals. As long as it's nutritious."
"I could probably sweeten it up. I'm sure a small amount of honey wouldn't hurt."
"I think a little bit should be fine. As long as it's not in excess. Don't start spoiling my munchkin. She'll end up like Noah." He snorted.
"Ah...with this house...her nursery. Her being spoiled is inevitable." You giggled as you took a teaspoon of honey and drizzled it into the small bowl.
"Oh crap, I didn't even do a heat test." You muttered.
"I'll do it. Give me a spoonful."
Your eyes widened at the absurdity of his request. Nevertheless, you obliged. It seemed harmless.
Your heart raced when Jean opened his mouth eagerly for you.
His tongue grazed along the edge of the spoon as the honey landed on it. The warm and wet muscle danced around it playfully as it lingered on his tongue.
There was no way such a simple action seemed so oddly alluring on his part. Maybe it was because he was so close to you. The fact he crouched down slightly.
"...Is it okay? For her? It's not too hot, right?" You finally spoke, dazed by his action.
He swallowed then nodded, staring into your eyes and you could just about catch the look of desire swirling in his amber hues.
"It's good. Just the right temperature. Not too hot. Not too cold." He said with a smirk.
The next few weeks went like a whirlwind. You'd grown a lot closer with Jean.
You got a lot of compliments whenever you took all three of the children out on weekends.
"Your wife is very beautiful." An elderly lady remarked as you and Jean sat on the bench as Kiyoko and Noah rushed to the playground, Rina in the stroller beside Jean.
"Oh, no...I'm not-"
"Isn't she?" Jean interrupted with a smug smile. "You have a nice day, ma'am."
"You too, God bless."
"Mr. Kirstein!" You hissed after the lady walked away. "What was that for?!"
"Ah, what? I can't pretend a pretty little thing like you is my wife?" He teased as he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Not appropriate." You muttered disapprovingly.
"Ah jeez, don't be mad at me. I'm sorry." He snorted, clearly not sorry which made you stifle a laugh as you rolled your eyes.
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"How's it like being the chief financial officer of such a large corporation...?" You asked one day as the both of you sat on the rug of Rina's nursery one weekday after she tired herself out from playtime.
"It's fairly straightforward. There are some stressful days and you have to make decisions and come up with ideas under pressure, but nothing crazy." He shrugged as Rina was fast asleep in his arms.
"So...did you always want to be a nanny?" He asked.
"I mean...I don't think anybody wakes up wanting to be one. But when working with kids it's better to work for a rich family." You chuckled earning a grin from him.
"It's just...a current job. Maybe I'll open my own nursery. But it doesn't seem like that'll be happening any time soon." You murmured.
"What makes you say that?" He asked, genuinely curious.
"Man...all my peers all got their own businesses. And there's just me...nannying at twenty eight."
"Can I ask you something?" He asked
"Shoot." You responded as you stared up at the ceiling, smiling at the painted stars.
He paused for a few seconds, his voice tender and laced with sympathy.
"Does part of that feeling come from the fact that you feel unaccomplished at this point in life and like you aren't where you should be?"
"I guess so." You said leaning on your side to meet his eyes.
"Is there a specific reason for that?"
"I don't even know what the hell I'm doing." You said with a mirthless laugh.
"You wanna know a big secret about life?"
"Wouldn't hurt I guess." You snorted.
"About 90% of the people on the planet feel exactly the same way you're feeling right now. But when you look at them, you don't realise how worried they are." He said with a smile. "So never feel bad about taking your time. You're right on track."
"...Wow. That's kinda real." You giggled. "Never thought such a big shot like yourself would be giving words of encouragement."
"What can I say?" He chuckled. "I guess having kids made me a softie. If you came to me a decade ago I probably would've been a jackass."
"Well. It means a lot. Thank you, Mr. Kirstein."
"You know you can drop the Mr. Kirstein." He chuckled as he got up to tuck Rina into her crib. "Makes me feel like an old geezer. I'm barely thirty six!"
"Alright...Jean." You smiled.
"Atta girl." He chuckled.
There it goes again. Heart pounding. You're going to break the basic rule of nannying if he keeps this up.
"Do not screw your married boss!" Your mind screeched. Good luck with that.
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Jean stared off into the distance of the balcony, hand on the railing as he took a drag from his cigarette. He knew the ashes would probably leave marks on the roofing but he couldn't care less at this point.
His mind was in absolute turmoil. His entire life was Mikasa Ackerman from the very moment he laid eyes on her. And he couldn't lie.
Her reserved nature attracted him too. He liked the chase. He revelled in the gracious smiles she'd give him, feeling like he earned it.
But he could feel something beginning between the two of you.
Something he'd never felt before.
They'd married so young, and before they married Jean never experienced love. Nobody had a crush on him. He never received reciprocated affection.
And if he did from his wife, it was very sparse.
He treasured the memory deeply of his and Mikasa's first kiss. Another was when Noah was born, the image of her smiling at their precious baby boy as he burbled happily in his mother's arms made his heart swell with pride.
He'd achieved everything he wanted. To marry the love of his life. To have a child. And to protect and provide for them.
"You smoke?"
He turned to see you in the doorway of the glass sliding door.
There you were.
"Bad habit. I ditched it right before my eldest was born but it still manages to creep back on me now and then." He chuckled wryly. "The kids asleep?"
"Had to wrangle Noah's switch away from him but he's good for now." You responded earning a laugh from Jean.
His stomach churned a little. Why was he seeing a future with you?
This was the first time in a long time he felt genuinely relieved. And he didn't want to let you go.
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When Mikasa returned, she stared in absolute horror as Rina began to scream and cry when Jean handed the baby to her. She desperately tried to escape from her grip.
The entire thing shattered her heart. Even Jean gaped in confusion. A month was a long time but there was no way an eighteen-month-old could forget their mother.
He quickly took Rina from Mikasa and soothed her.
"Mika, it's okay...I'm sure she's just a bit cranky. Maybe she needs a nap. Mhm?" He said with an uneasy laugh, Mikasa still frozen.
Kiyoko tugged at her sleeve.
"Mommy...does this mean Y/N is leaving? I don't want her to go..." 
"Oh, so you'd rather me leave?!" Mikasa snapped, causing Kiyoko's face to scrunch up at the sudden harshness of her mother's voice.
"Wait, honey...I didn't mean that-" Mikasa stammered as tears spilt down her cheeks.
"Mikasa, what the hell is wrong with you? Why would you even say that?!" Jean barked, completely thrown off guard that Mikasa would say something so irrational to their daughter.
"Get yourself together." He hissed as he headed out of the living room with his daughters.
She headed upstairs after a few minutes of splashing cold water on her face in the downstairs bathroom but paused when she could hear you and Jean.
"I honestly don't know what's gotten into her." Jean groaned as you stood in his office after he put the children to bed.
"Have you asked?"
"Y/N, please. I've known my wife since I was twelve. You don't ask her what's the matter, she tells you when she feels like it." Jean sighed as his hand dragged down his face.
"That's not exactly...healthy."
Mikasa's mouth went dry as she overheard the two of you.
"That conniving little BITCH!" She fumed internally.
Why were you feeding things into Jean's head?
The next evening, she was going to take matters into her own hands. She'd been frosty with both you and Jean for the entirety of the day. Jean shrugged it off but it worried you.
After Jean headed to work, she packed overnight bags for the kids and drove them to their grandmother's — Jean's mother.
And your worries worsened when she asked you to come into her own office.
"How much?" She said coldly.
"Huh?"
"How much should I pay you to never come back here? Forget me and my family. Don't put on your resume that you worked here, leave it as a gap."
"Miss Ackerman, I don't understand...have I done something to offend you?"
You were disturbed greatly by the hollow look in Mikasa's eyes as she began to laugh. And laugh. And laugh.
She hunched over, clutching her sides as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Maybe for your next job consider being a comedian you funny, funny girl."
"I'm being serious." You said bluntly. "Have I endangered the children?"
"Your job was to take care of the children. Not flirt with my husband or open your legs. Isn't that Nanny 101? Try not to sleep with the husband?"
Your blood was boiling.
"With all due respect, Miss Ackerman. I did not sleep with your husband." You said with a wry laugh.
"And I'm supposed to believe that? When you refer to me as Miss Ackerman but you're somehow on first name basis with him?"
Letting out a frustrated sigh, you paused. The last thing you needed was to start ranting like a madwoman.
"The week he had to do remote working, we did develop a friendship. But honest to God, I did not touch him! Mikasa, I love your children with all my heart. I would never want to break their family apart."
"You've already created a wedge between him and me. So I figure it's just better if you leave. Okay?"
She felt guilty, with the way your voice cracked. You were humiliated by the allegation. Being accused of screwing your boss was probably the worst thing that could happen to a woman. There was no coming back.
You remained silent.
"I was harsh, but if I tolerate this any longer I know this will destroy my family. And I work hard for my family...for my children!" She said as she felt herself getting choked up. 
"You think I enjoy staying away from my babies? Missing out on everything? Rina's too young but she already thinks I'm a stranger, Kiyoko is repeatedly disappointed by me and it eats me up alive knowing I'm breaking my daughter's heart. Letting her down. But God, the worst has to be Noah. The fact my son looks at me with such disdain...I feel as if I can't show my face around my own house. I hired you but it's almost as if I hired my damn replacement."
"Mikasa...please. Your children know you work for them...you're their hero." You said, feeling a lump in your throat at her visible distress.
She was a woman who never showed her emotions.
"Thank you, Y/N. But it feels like a slap in the face coming from you." She sighed. "I'll make sure you get this month's payment. Just pack your things and go."
And with that, you took your leave. You wanted to scream and shout. You felt injustice in this entire scenario. However, it wasn't as if there wasn't truth.
You and Jean flirted a lot.
And...you did have feelings for Jean. Strong ones.
So you followed what she wanted. She didn't want you to say goodbye to the kids. She wanted you to disappear from her family.
"Mikasa, where the hell is Y/N?" Jean yelled out as he realised you were missing from the home and his text messages hadn't gone through. "The kids are gone too!"
"I fired her," Mikasa said plainly not looking up from the paperwork on her desk. "And they're at your mother's for the weekend."
"You...what?!"
"As of next week, the other candidate Helga will be working for us."
Jean's nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Have you even met that woman? Her entire resume pre-1980s was redacted!"
"Poor little Jean...so lonely, stuck with the frigid bitch of a wife so much so he had to stick his dick in the hot nanny with 'cum on me tits', huh?!" Mikasa screamed as she shot up from the desk, glaring at Jean.
"God...enough!" Jean yelled.
Mikasa blinked when the realisation sunk in that for the first time in over ten years, Jean had yelled at her.
"You have some goddamn nerve, I'll tell you that missy." Jean hissed as he slammed his hands onto the desk, glowering at her.
"I beg your pardon...?"
"Coming on nearly two damn decades, you've made me a guest in my own marriage. If I stick around any longer, I'm sure we'll wrinkled, gray-haired, on rocking chairs and you'd still be blathering on about that suicidal blockhead-"
He was cut off when he felt a stinging sensation on his cheek, his head spinning. Mikasa's eyes widened. She stared at her trembling hand that ached from how much force she used in slapping Jean.
He spat blood onto the carpet.
Jean's silence terrified Mikasa more. He simply nodded with a despondent laugh.
"I see he's still a touchy subject, eh Mika?" Jean said, voice dangerously low as he rubbed his chin.
"Jean, I-I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me-" She pleaded as she grabbed his forearm.
"I get it. You know...I sit through millions of pilots and read dozens of scripts. You're right. Husband screwing the nanny is cliché." Jean began. "But for the very first time, I felt somebody love me without having to grovel. Something I never got from the woman I devoted myself to."
He stormed out of the house, leaving Mikasa on the verge of tears all alone in the big house.
"You shouldn't be here.." Your voice cracked when you saw Jean breathing heavily as he stood in the doorway.
You picked the nearest motel, not caring how crappy it was. Just as long as you were away from it all.
"Why didn't you tell me what happened...?!" Jean exclaimed, the expression on his face showing how visibly hurt he was by your choice to walk away. He looked around the motel, pulling a face at the run-down room.
"I'd never let you sleep in a shit hole like this. God, if I stay here any longer I'm sure I'll contract some sort of vehnereal disease. Grab your stuff, you're coming with me." Jean said sternly as he peered down at you.
As much as you wanted to argue and assure him you were fine where you were, something about his tone and the way he stared down at you let you know this was non-negotiable.
He drove in silence until he parked.
"...You have a beach house?" You questioned, in disbelief.
"Yeah." He chuckled. "We barely use it. At least it came in handy."
You wordlessly followed after him as you lugged your belongings.
The silence was stifling for him until you broke it after you settled your belongings. 
"Why did you come and find me?" You questioned, the dam that held back your tears was nearly about to burst.
"None of this was your fault, do you understand?" He said firmly as he took your hands in his.
Pulling out of his grasp, you shook your head.
"I'm not some little girl, Jean. I have to take some accountability on my end. At no point should I have crossed those boundaries with my employer."
Referring to him as your employer shattered his heart.
"...Is that all I am to you?"
The irrational part of you was screaming and banging on the walls as you stood in front of the older man. You wanted to throw yourself in his arms, mess up his slick backed sandy brown tresses and kiss him senseless. 
You wanted to scream your feelings to the entire world. You've never felt this way about anybody before. It was killing you.
"No...I love you, Jean Kirstein. Employer be damned..!" You said, chest heavy.
Your sudden revelation left Jean stunned. At first, he stared at you in utter shock. But his impulses kicked in.
He grabbed you by the waist, crushed his lips onto yours furiously and slammed you against the wall.
You let out a gasp as you melted into the kiss, your legs wrapped around his torso as your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging the roots.
Jean's heart raced as he felt your legs wrap around him.
His mouth moved against yours almost carnally as his hands roamed over your body, gripping you tightly.
The passion between the both of you was electric.
Breaking the kiss, Jean stared into your eyes with an intense look of desire.
With a shaky breath, he carried you and laid you on the bed. He slowly undressed you until you were completely nude. 
The body he'd dreamed of these past few months. He gazed at your body in absolute awe.
"You're just so fucking beautiful." He murmured as his eyes raked over you, taking in every curve and contour.
He started to remove his clothes too, taking off his shirt and pants before climbing onto the bed beside you.
"I need to feel your skin on mine."
Your mouth salivated at Jean's thick, hard length. He was big.
"Like what you see?" He smirked.
"Can you touch yourself...?" You murmured as you bit your lip. You felt love for the man, of course. But as of now, you felt primal feelings of lust overtake your senses.
He licked his lips at your request, a sense of pride washing over him. He couldn't remember the last time he felt wanted like this.
He pumped his cock harder, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Tell me you want me.." He said voice strained.
"I want you, baby. Only you." You said with your chest as you watched him, biting your lip with a sinful glint in your eye as he continued to stroke his length.
"Where do you wanna cum, baby? I'll let you do it anywhere you want, just tell me."
Jean couldn't help himself. The look in your eyes, how willing and attracted you were to him. You made him feel so wanted and needed.
He immediately lost his control and gasped your name as he shot his load across your chest and stomach.
"Fuck, Y/N!" He groaned, a little embarrassed he came so early. "Don't play with me like that."
"Whaaaaat?" You dragged out with a giggle. "Why are you mad at me?"
"Not mad. Just...not used to this." He breathed out as his chest was slick with sweat and his hair was tousled.
You scooped up the cum with your fingers, bringing it to your mouth to suck them, making lewd and obscene noises.
"You taste good." You smiled.
Jean was beyond flustered as he panted.
"Jesus Christ. You're insatiable, aren't you?" He murmured as his hand wrapped around the nape of your neck and pulled you roughly against him for a deep, wet kiss. You both moaned as he could taste himself on your tongue.
When he pulled away, you giggled as strings of saliva connected between the two of you. As he kissed down your body and finally reached your core, his tongue traced slow, teasing circles over the sensitive skin between your legs.
You shivered and your back arched as he didn't let up, his touch becoming more insistent and intense with each passing moment.
He hungrily began to suck and tease your folds, your back arching and a whimper falling from your lips.
With his tongue moving more vigorously, Jean shifted between long, sweeping licks and small, playful flicks that had you writhing under him in a blissful daze. 
He added a finger, slipping it inside you as his thumb worked at your bundle of nerves.
"That's it, honey, let go for me." He whispered fervently as felt your muscles tightening around his digit.
You cursed as your body shuddered, and essence oozed into his mouth. He continued to suck and lap at your core, relishing the taste of your sweet release on his tongue. As you came down from your high, he pressed a kiss to your clit and pulled away.
He watched eagerly with anticipation as you straddled him. You let out a gasp as you sunk onto his length, his hands gripping your hips. It took some adjusting, you hissing slightly.
It alarmed him slightly, as he looked up at you with concern. He paused briefly and sat up to kiss and nibble at your neck, his voice low and comforting.
"It's okay, darlin'. Just take it slow, push down against me when you're ready."
You nodded as he caressed your back soothingly, holding you tightly.
"Alright.." You nodded as your fingers interlaced with his. 
"If it hurts, we'll stop." He said firmly, his voice gentle as he stroked your cheek.
He remained still, allowing you to control the pace as you worked on getting used to his size. His hands tightly grasped onto your hips, steadying you as you slid down onto him.
He stroked his large and calloused hands comfortingly up and down your back, urging you with sweet whispers of praise and reassurance, watching you intently and holding back a groan at the feeling of you wrapped snugly around his length.
"You're doing so well, Y/N." He cooed, kissing and nipping at your neck as you continued to move. You moaned, mind swimming with lust. "Just take it slow and trust me."
He moved in for another deep kiss, his tongue searching your mouth as he sighed against you.
"You feel so good, baby." He mumbled, enjoying the sensation of you moving on top of him.
"Jean...oh god, don't stop..."
Jean chuckled softly at your words, his fingers tweaking and teasing your hardened nipples gently.
"Of course not, baby." He said, his voice husky and filled with desire.
His hands never stop their sensual massage of your breasts, playing with them and teasing them as you continue to move on top of him.
His tongue explored your mouth as he moaned softly in pleasure.
"So tight and warm around me. I could stay like this forever."
"You like being in me, baby..?" You murmured as you tilted your head back, circling your hips.
"You feel too good to let go."
His tongue brushed up against yours as you shivered with delight on top of him.
His other hand slid up your body, tracing your curves and caressing your face. Your kiss became more passionate and intense with each passing instant, your bodies moving in unison like a perfect symphony.
"I'm..." You breathed shakily. "I'm so close..."
"That's it, attagirl." He murmured, his voice thick with desire with a lazy smile as he watched you come undone on top of him.
"Let it all out. Cum for me." He groaned into your mouth, feeling your tight walls clench around him as you ride out your orgasm.
"I'm cumming too." He breathed against your lips.
With a grunt, Jean spilt himself inside the latex, his body shaking with pleasure as he thrust up into you one last time before collapsing back onto the bed.
You both were completely spent. You gazed out at the clear sliding glass as dawn rose when you woke up, Jean's head nestled on your stomach. Massaging his scalp slightly you smiled.
He really did feel the same way.
“This old man rocked your world, huh baby?” Jean remarked, voice gravelly with sleep as he slapped your ass.
“Shut up..” You giggled.
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"Are you leaving me for her?" Mikasa asked airily as Jean approached her.
She stood at the headstone that had Eren Yeager engraved into it with her arms crossed.
"I just...I'll take it slow. But…I love her, Mika." He sighed. "God, what a way to screw up our kids eh?"
All Mikasa could muster out was an empty laugh.
"Yeah. I wonder what Noah will say ruined him first. His mother being a stranger or his father running off with the nanny."
"I put my bets on the father running off with the nanny." Jean sighed.
"For what it's worth. I'm sorry that I pushed you to this." Mikasa sighed as she faced to turn him.
"We're both to blame. Jumping in too fast. The least we can do is make things work for the kids. And who knows, maybe one day you can truly love another without the guilt." Jean said as he handed Mikasa the umbrella as the rain began to splatter onto the ground.
"I hope so." Mikasa said. "I loved you...in my own way."
Jean simply returned a fond smile as he led her away from the graveyard.
author’s note: ffs this was a ride and it was getting wayyy too long winded so thats why the ending seems a bit underwhelming. but if u read this far ty for reading! reblogs and interactions always appreciated 💗
french conversation translation:
"Bonjour, comment allez-vous?" - "Hello, how are you?"
"Je vais bien, merci d'avoir demandé. Et vous?” - "I'm fine, thank you for asking. And you?”
"Êtes-vous célibataire?" - “Are you single?”
"Avec tout le respect que je vous dois, n'êtes-vous pas marié?" - “With all due respect, aren’t you married?”
"Si je suis honnête, vous n’êtes pas mon type." - "If I'm honest, you're not my type."
"Je ne m'intéresse pas aux vieillards." - "I'm not interested in old people."
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gloxk · 6 months
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Please give us sum eren & armin toxic hc Like armin and eren would be two different types of toxic. Ex!boyfriend eren blowing ur back out n sending it to ur bf or whoever ur talking to n ex!boyfriend armin not being able to take you talking to someone else so he fucks you a party or smth idk go crazy. 🤰🏾.
“Yeah my ex is crazy.”
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A/N: No bc they are two completely different types of toxic. Like idk how to explain it? I js feel like eren is the type of ex to be petty and trifling. But armin..omg..armin goes off the fucking deep end. But i love my lil psychos🤭.
WARNING!: A lil fluff , toxic behavior, unhealthy relationships, smut, unprotected s*x, Blackmailing, Mentions of offing someone, obsession, controlling, plus other things . +17 mdni
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EREN! Please for the love of god don’t let Eren find out you fucking with someone else. This man will go from nonchalant to crazy. “Oh word? This what we doing?”. He disregards the fact yall broke up a whole month ago.
He would definitely blow up your phone after seeing a post on instagram. “Who is he?” & “He fuck you better then me?”. Oh and please don’t tell him yes. Because let me warn you. He will be right there at that door knocking.
“You know you fucking lyin. But ight we gon see.” He hung up the phone and you laughed at him. Who gave this man an ego? Did he really think he was the only man with good dick?
You were confused when you heard a knock on your door but to your surprise, it was eren. “What the fuck?” he pushed right passed you walking into your apartment. “Nah, don’t fucking play with me y/n.” You could tell he was pissed just by his voice.
This man wasted no time bending you over the couch and fucking you right there.
“Nobody could fuck you better the me.” He grabbed a fists full of your hair pulling you up to his mouth.“You belong to me. Don’t ever let me find out there’s someone other than me fucking you like this.” and to be quite frank, nobody could fuck you like eren.
Eren talked you through the whole thing. He knew he was rough with you, but god he couldn’t help it. So that’s why he praised you for taking his dick so well <3.
He took out his phone and pressed record. His hard thrust drove lewd moans from your lips. “Fuck right there!” you screamed every time his hips slapped your ass. He made sure he got glimpse of your face so the guy knew it was you. He made sure you screamed his name just to prove who you belonged to.
You got so many miss calls while eren fucked you to sleep. Every time ole boy called eren went faster. <3
You woke up alone, your bed empty. Your phone notifications were through the roof. Over 100 notifications from that guy. It was crazy. But a simple text from eren stuck out. “Let me hear word about you fucking w some again. Next time ima put em in a casket.”
You weren’t sure if he was joking or not. But one thing you did know was he made every threat a promise. And he always kept his promises.
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ARMIN! Lawd, you let armin find out you even thought about some one else fucking you, it was over.
This man went full psychotic when word got to him about you talking to someone guy. Apparently you were at a party grinding all up against him.
The first thing armin did was collect every drop of information he had on this guy. His home address, His mother’s facebook, His phone number, Job number. He knew too much on the fucker who decided to touch his pretty “girlfriend”.
It pissed him off, how dare you try to replace him. He blew up your phone to the point it crashed. “That’s so fucking cute, y/n. You think that you can just go fuck some other guy?” , “Please don’t make me do something crazy.” . The crazy part was you didn’t even fuck the guy, he was just fucking crazy. He always assumed you were cheating for some reason.
When you didn’t answer his calls he pulled up expeditiously. if you didn’t answer within the 30 minute window he wouldn’t wait to show up to your door.
“Y/n open this goddamn door.” He banged on the door. It was 2 am- oh yeah he knew you had work later, he didn’t care.
As soon as you open the door an argument ensued. “Pick up the fucking phone when I call you y/n” He yelled at you slamming the door behind him. “You ain’t my fucking boyfriend Armin. Ion gotta do shit.”
He never made you regret your words so fast. His nails dug into your hips as his pace increased. “Ain’t yo fucking boyfriend huh? Then why you letting me fuck you raw?”
Your bed was a mess after he made you cum over and over again. After he was done all you could do was mumble incoherently ‘Nobody is better then you’. He was rough but his after care made up for it <3.
He kissed your forehead before he nuzzled into your chest. “You’re the best I ever had.” he soon fell asleep after those words left his mouth.
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I love my cute lil crazy guys <3
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arminsfavoritepookie · 8 months
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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.
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