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[weepinglevi]

lazy nights with satoru gojo

summary: reader and satoru are both lazy and horny as fuck warnings/contents: 18+ minors dni. dry humping and finger fucking. praise. satoru calls reader "good girl". word count: around 1.1k beta: @peachycoreroo and @1252291 both acted as my knights in shining armor. <3 thank you for dealing with my weird-ass grammar. A/N: repost cos it didn't show up in the tags the first time! first time writing for jjk, i hope you'll enjoy the read. feedback is always greatly appreciated! love y'all and take care. <3

lying in bed with satoru often ends like this: both of you in nothing but your underwear because you want each other so bad, but the day’s been long and exhausting and you can’t even get yourselves to remove the last layer of clothing separating you from each other.

there are some teasing words, him saying “c’mon, sweetness, how about you just ride me? it’s a win-win.” when he knows that if you could, you’d very much like to bounce on his cock until both of your brains grow foggy.

“how ‘bout you fuck me from behind, satoru? like that one time?" you laugh, taking a hold of his hand that’s been resting on his lower abdomen, then guiding it to your thigh, “i’ll lie here and be all pretty for you, hm?”

now he’s the one laughing, turning to face you and bringing his other arm up to rest his head on the palm of his hand, “you’d like that, me doing all the work?”

his fingers lazily running over your soft skin, he smirks, “you’re also very pretty when you’re on top of me. you know i always enjoy the view.”

the retort waiting on the tip of your tongue dies down to a surprised gasp for air when his thumb suddenly grazes over your clit, hard enough for you to feel the sensation through the cotton of your panties. he continues to circle the bundle of nerves, smirk still shining on his face.

“such a shame,” he breathes. “if only one of us would have the energy to take off our clothes, then we’d have so much more fun.”

his thumb still working your clit, gentler now; he presses his index and middle finger against your clothed folds, rubbing slightly. you nod at his words, “if only.”

he knows exactly how to get you riled up. switching between harder and softer touches, and it feels like it’s only been a few moments until you’re thrusting your hips up to meet his hand. fisting the sheets beside you, you turn your head to see him biting his lip, watching your movements through half-lidded eyes.

“always so desperate,” he coos and takes his hand away, causing you to let out a frustrated sigh. “and so impatient, too.”

bringing his hand up to you, you know exactly what he wants you to do. rolling your eyes at his comment, you open your mouth, inviting him in. he’s quick to follow, pushing both index and middle finger inside, leaving you to gag around them when you coat them in your spit.

“good girl-that’s right.”

his words alone are enough for the warmth in your stomach to grow, tingling down your thighs and up to your lower back. it’s always nice to hear him praise you for how good you suck his fingers - or his dick.

satoru loses no time when he finds you’ve done a good enough job. he runs his hand down your throat, over your breasts and finally, slips fingers under your panties.

you can’t help but moan when you feel the palm of his hand cupping your core, both middle and index finger already gathering the slick from your folds whilst his thumb goes back to circling your clit.

thrusting your hips up again, he lets out another breathy laugh, “eager today, hm?”

“shouldn’t-” you try to gather your words, “shouldn’t come as a surprise.”

you already feel your walls clench around nothing and the moment you feel yourself growing frustrated at him not offering you anything, he’s pushing his middle finger inside. with your panties still on, he’s having a hard time maneuvering his large hand, both his index and ring finger now pressing against your folds.

“satoru-”

the arm he’s been resting his head on now slipping under you, he turns you toward him, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “you’re right, it shouldn’t.”

grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin, you’re bucking against his hand, movements growing more and more erratic. middle finger joined by his index, you bring your arm up to his, holding onto his shoulder.

“nearly there?” you hear his words dripping with pride even when they’re mumbled against your neck, “doin’ a good job, hm?”

he’s pressed up against you now, rubbing his clothed dick against your thigh, and you feel the little patch of wetness that’s built up on his boxers, “y- yes.”

“good.” it’s more of a moan than a real word, “don’t want you to go to sleep unsatisfied.”

now you’re the one letting out a breathy laugh, wondering how he’s still able to form coherent sentences when all you can think of is the wave of heat that’s close to washing over you, leaving you to grip his shoulder tighter than before.

he’s going to have some crescent shaped marks come morning, you think, prominent enough for others to see and to know where they came from.

the thought alone is nearly enough to push you over the edge, because you want everyone to know satoru gojo belongs to none other than you. you’re moving against him with nothing more than sharp thrusts at this point, meeting his fingers mid-way.

“be a good girl and cum for me, yeah? wanna hear you moan my- my name.”

him losing a sense of his words, and the added ring finger that’s pumping in and out of your drenched pussy is what makes the knot inside of you unravel. burying your face in his chest, there’s only his name that’s leaving your lips - mixed with “fu- fuck” and hazy laughs, you feel the heat running down your body, pooling in your stomach.

riding his hand through your high, you’re left breathless when he pulls out. your walls clenching down on nothing now, he brings his hand back up to your waist. pulling you in even closer, he’s rutting against you, gripping down, hard.

“so good, satoru, so good.” you run your hand through his hair, tugging at the ends, scraping his scalp slightly. you’re trying to pull him in even closer than he already is, but right now there’s not even enough room for a slip of paper to fit between the two of you.

he’s soon to follow you over the edge, hand now clutching your waist even harder than before, leading you to inhale sharply. with his dick still trapped in his boxers, the sticky wet of his cum is seeping through when he’s panting against your neck, “shitshitshitshit.”

holding you in place for his thrusts, his movements turn slower with every passing second, your name still like a prayer on his lips.

you lie like this for a while, an entangled mess of limbs, when his laugh pipes through the silence, “i think the last time i came in my boxers was when i was 18.”

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[jeanbeaux]

ACADEMIC INTEGRITY

zeke yeager x f!reader

w/c: 2k

warnings: smut/18+/minors DNI, abuse of power (TA/college student relationship), manipulation, public sex, ass play, unprotected sex, spit, creampie, panty gagging ….. yea sorry zeke’s nasty

a/n: this was my fic for @weepinglevi’s adult movie trope collab! My trope was “I’ll do anything for the A,” be sure to check out the rest of the amazing fics here!! this was actually the second fic idea I’ve ever had, my bby & certified zeke fucker @aiiwa can attest to that back when this was a discord dm when i said i would never write smut. also feels incredibly full circle to write for zeke seeing as to how a zeke fic brought me to AOT. as always, a big smooch to @smoochiesdiarie for beta-ing, i hope yall enjoy.

The concept of a hot teacher is a complete and utter lie, one sold by cheap novels and Naruto that set a whole generation up for failure.

Luckily for you, the disappointment you felt at never having that twisted fantasy in the flesh was made up by sevenfold thanks to a blow off gen ed.

Everyone at Sina University knew that Global Dynamics and War was an easy A, but that wasn’t the only incentive to sign up. Professor Smith was by no means an eyesore, with his strong features and neat blonde hair, it’s no wonder mornings spent in the lecture hall were spent by most imagining what that deep voice would sound like by their ear rather than booming about the battle strategies of the Civil War.

Alas, the golden band that glints under the lights when he waves his arms is a crude reminder that those dreams will never turn into reality.

So thank god the two graduate students that served as his TA’s could help keep that spark alive.

On Monday mornings, Professor Smith was assisted by Levi. He was a sullen beauty, with inky black hair and sharp cheekbones. He’d sit in the corner with a thermos of steaming tea, sharp grey eyes surveying the lecture hall for anyone dozing off, occasionally grunting in agreement to the professor’s opinions on the state of forigen affairs.

But on Wednesdays, you got Zeke. He was the former star pitcher for the university team, but those muscles he earned from his days as an athlete were always on display in those weathered henleys he was sporting. He’d often stroll in a bit late, shaggy blonde hair slightly mussed from his bed, apologizing to the professor for his tardiness with a boyish grin. How he earned the spot of one of Erwin’s aids was beyond anyone’s comprehension, with the running commentary he had going on during lecture paired with the apple he was always tossing in the air like a baseball, he seemed more like a hindrance than a helping hand.

Erwin was more occupied with his passionate recruiting for the ROTC, going far enough to sneak in the importance of dedicating your hearts to a cause during class hours. This caused the brunt of the grade work to fall on his TA’s broad shoulders, which was exactly how one of the easiest classes of your senior year began to turn into a nightmare.

It started off with petty points taken off here and there.

“One could argue that the physical conflict began in 1817, but the key battle that sparked the thought of all out war actually occurred in 1816.”

“You sure today’s the fourteenth? Pretty sure we said the test would take place on the fifteenth.”

“Cornwallis is spelt with two L’s, not one.”

The scrawl of red pen on your essays and exams were unforgiving, the condescension of the critiques thinly veiled with a lopsided smiley face tacked on at the end of the sentence followed by the scribbled “Z.Y.”

Then, it progressed to your ideas being shut down in discussion, the point either countered by him or your raised hand completely ignored by his wire rimmed gaze.

It was absolutely infuriating, especially considering how all your friends didn’t seem to have an issue. You tried everything to change this without conflict, even directly handing your work to Levi — only for it to be promptly snatched by Zeke’s calloused fingers. When Zeke’s antics brought you to the verge of dropping a letter grade, you decided you’ve had enough, marching down towards the hall to his office hours to finally confront him.

You were expecting to scream at him till your cheeks were heated, causing an absolute scene — but before you could even open your mouth, Zeke broke the wolfish grin he was sporting at the sight of you to explain his side of things.

It’s not that Zeke was nitpicking your work because he felt like you were stupid.

He just thought you would learn so much better if he spelt things out for you.

So that's how you ended up folded over his desk, leggings pushed down so he could eat you out from behind. His beard scratched the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as his tongue wrote the names of the generals you needed to know for next week’s test on your clit, finally rewarding you with his cock when you could repeat all of them back for him.

And the twisted study session worked — you were greeted with a 92 on the top of the paper and an offer for a second appointment.

Zeke had raised a brow at the way your nose wrinkled at his footnote. You shot him a glare as you walked out of class that day, and he chose to respond by burning holes into the back of your legs with his stare as you sauntered off to your next lecture.

It’s almost as though he knew you would be spreading them open for him again later that evening.

What started as an occasional rendezvous turned into a routine — you’d slip out of your apartment at 5:45 to get your brains fucked out in Trost Hall by 6:15. You’d often come down from your high to catch Zeke pocketing your panties in his jeans with a sardonic smile, leaving you forced to make the walk back keenly aware of the breeze hitting your bare pussy.

It wasn’t like you were doing this just for the grade (well, the grade that was rightfully yours to begin with).

As much as you hated to admit it, Zeke Yeager knew a damn thing or two about sex. There was nothing he loved more than fucking you absolutely stupid, thick cock slamming into you again and again, never truly satisfied until you coated it with your cum.

In another life, perhaps you two could have been a real thing. But quite frankly, the tabooness of the power dynamic made it that much hotter for the both of you.

You’ve had a couple of close calls, causing Zeke to clamp a large hand over your mouth to muffle your screams as Erwin’s heavy footsteps thudded past the closed door. Even Levi nearly became privy, narrowing his eyes when he saw you leaving Zeke’s office hours with your cardigan improperly buttoned.

You could only pray he hadn’t caught sight of the cum trickling down your soft thighs.

Over time, he had broken you. You couldn’t even fathom the idea of going back to random party hookups, nor could you get yourself off without thinking that it’s his fingers filling you up instead of your own. It’s the reason why on a day like today, when you’re feeling particularly needy, you find yourself venturing to his office a little earlier than your set time.

You’re about to round the corner that leads you to his office when a hand comes to grab at your elbow, yanking you into an empty hallway. The same hand comes to rest against the wall above your head, and you look up to find Zeke’s steel gaze glimmering playfully.

“Someone’s here early,” his gravelly voice rumbles.

“I had a slow day,” you lie.

“Mmmm, don’t think that’s it. Pretty sure my favorite little student is just really excited to see me.” His free hand starts to fiddle with the hem of your pleated skirt, diving underneath so his fingertips could dance on the bare skin. “Even looks like she’s playing the part fully today too.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s the plan, sweetheart.” His touch travels further up your thigh, eyes widening when he discovers what you’ve been hiding. “No panties? You really have missed me, huh?”

“I couldn’t afford to get another pair stolen.”

“You know I’ll buy you more, right?”

“On a TA’s salary?” You snort. “I don’t have my hopes up.”

“Feisty today, aren't we?” He’s gripping your hips to spin you around abruptly. You hear the soft jingle of his belt coming undone as you stabilize yourself against the wall.

“Zeke! Not here, it’s too public, we could get —” He cuts you off with a slap to your clit with the head of his dick, leaning over your body as you squeal when he continues to repeat the motion.

“Don’t give me any of that,” he laughs, hot breath ghosting the shell of your ear. “I’ve been fucking you in my office for weeks now, let’s not pretend that the fear of getting caught doesn’t turn you on. Sure feels like it to me.” He moves his attention away from your bud to run his length through the slick that's gathered between your folds, resting the tip at your throbbing entrance.

“And if you’re just so concerned about the noise, I’ve got just the thing.” Zeke runs his hand up the column of your throat, forcing your head upwards so you could see the dusty pink thong he had taken last week. “Don’t worry, I washed it. Now, open.” He rests the material between your lips, and with the small nod he gets from you that you’re ready, he pushes into you.

The initial stretch of him burns, your moans muffled by the silk in your mouth. You’re panting around your gag when he’s filled you to the hilt, feeling the cool air hit the swell of your ass when Zeke flips your skirt up.

When he hears your impatient whine, he begins to move, mesmerized by the way your flesh jiggles with every thrust of his hips. He spreads the cheeks apart to watch your pussy practically swallow his cock, the puckered hole above it begging for his attention.

You turn your head back when a glob of spit lands on your asshole, a fearful expression crossing your face when you feel his thumb spread the wetness around the rim.

“Aw, sweetheart, don’t resist,” he coos, “It will feel good, trust me. It’s my job to teach you what’s good, yeah?” And with that, he pushes his thumb in, the small ministrations combined with the way his fat cock is pistoning into you just right causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Any fear you had of a passerby is long forgotten, mind going hazy till the only thought in your mind is just Zeke, Zeke, Zeke, the very mantra you’re groaning around your panties. His balls slap against your puffy clit once more and you’re gone, thighs trembling as you cream on his length. Zeke isn’t too far behind, filling you up with a groan as your cunt clamps down on him.

He removes his thumb with a squelch, slowly pulling so he can watch his cum dribble out of you. You're resting your head against the wall, the cool surface of the concrete a welcome respite to your heated skin as you catch your breath. You take the spit soaked fabric out of your mouth and Zeke grabs it the minute it's been freed, using it to wipe down his coated cock.

You huff as you watch him tuck the soiled thing back into his pocket, which he defends with a lame claim of it being laundry day. He helps you wobble off the wall, walking with you to his office with the saccharine promise of cleaning you up.

When Zeke pushes open the creaky mahogany door, you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

The same slate grey eyes that narrow in disgust at the sight of a snoozer are staring back at the both of you, Levi glaring at the both of you over his forest green thermos.

“So this is what you brats have been up to during your office hours,” he tsks, observing your disheveled states.

“I-I-I can explain —,” you begin.

“Save it. I’m sure the blonde gorilla behind you is behind it entirely.”

“Are — are you going to tell Professor Smith?”

“Maybe.” Levi pauses to take a moment to set the thermos on the desk behind him, folding his arms over his chest.

“Maybe I’ll be convinced to keep quiet if you can show me exactly how you made such a miraculous recovery with your grades too.”

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[kojinnie]

Of Levi Ackerman!

Based on the request by an anon (whose ask I accidentally deleted), @weepinglevi​ and @thebubblybakery​​ for the 24/7 Writing Event from a loooong time ago.

Sorry for taking so long, hope you enjoy!

08.00 - Things he wished he could change about himself 11.00 - Their choice of music and their favorite musicians 20.00 - How do they sleep at night with you

.:24/7 Writing Event Masterlist:.

08.00 – things he wished he could change about himself

One of the best things about Levi is the fact that this is a person, who was born unfortunate, and had to overcome a lot of grievance in his life, yet still he managed to persevere and had his heart to the betterment of humanity with no ulterior motive. He had fought and lost a lot of things close to his heart for what he believed would bring them to ‘peace’, despite the fact that he was never acquainted with the idea of peace itself ever since he was born. Imagine how pure this man’s heart is by the fact that Levi could persevere that long for nothing but an obscure idea in his mind that he never had grasped before.

So, naturally, in order to keep fighting, Levi had come to the point where he had a lot of self-acceptance for himself. He had grown past the need to change himself, for he already understood that the energy he spent grieving for things he could not change, were energy wasted when he could use it to do better things for the humanity that he cared for. Sure, there were years in his life where he wished he wasn’t mocked for his height, or his uptight nature. But to be humanity’s strongest soldier, one has to have the utmost awareness of one’s strength and weakness, and Levi was very well aware of his qualities as much as he had embraced it. He knew where he lacked, so he could devise moves and strategies to patch the areas where he would be susceptible in. And that’s why he always excelled against someone like Zeke, because Levi accepts his flaws and learns not to ignore or deny it, but rather makes adjustment in form of strategic thinking and hard work to make up for it. Levi is far from being conceited, he knew the goal of his effort was not himself, but rather the world around him, so he’d learned to accept of who he was and who he will always be.

11.00 – their choice of music and their favorite musicians

We knew that Levi had dreamed of having his own tea shop once the war ends, but he also had the dream of building a warm, comfortable home he never had growing up. He’d always dreamed of a breezy home, with sun rays shining through large windows – something that was nothing but imagination for a man growing up in the underground.  And with the idea of a homely dwelling, also came the idea of melodious tunes that would seep throughout the room of his cottage-like house. Tunes that he’d listen to serenely, as he sips his self-brewed tea. He’d want something comforting. Music as sweet and as temperate as his tea.

In the modern!au, he would listen to classic jazz or big band jazz when he’s feeling upbeat, but overall it’d be old-timey songs that evoked a keen sense of nostalgia. If you visit him in his home, you’d be greeted with the likes of Nat King Cole, and Billie Holiday, or even older tunes from Bessie Smith, while Levi’s around and about in the house; cleaning, cooking, or working on a new project – the music would never stop playing. It would take a while for Levi to open his front door when you come visit, because he’d be so kept-up with his work and with the music playing all through the house.

Levi is definitely the type to have a particular song that he’d play every day at specific time of the day. He does not have a lot of expression, so he’d need some kind of output to display how he’s feeling, and he does it through the music that he listens to. When he wakes up feeling giddy, he’d put ‘Those Lazy, Hazy Days of Summer’ by Nat King Cole, and probably dance a little with his broomstick, but only strictly when no one is around except his cat to watch. Levi would also have a specific tuned he’d play when he’s cooking, mostly Bessie Smith’s songs. Levi would never sing it though, for he knows he’s not good at carrying tunes, he’d just hum, as he stirs the stew in the pot. If Levi had any song to play during intimate time with his significant other, he would definitely choose ‘I’m A Fool to Want You’ by Billie Holiday and ‘The Very Thought of You’ by Nat King Cole.

He’s the type of person who’d like to put his hands into good use – he brews his own tea, builds his own furniture, and plays music exclusively on turn-table’s vinyl. Not because he was pretentious (like Zeke), but he’d enjoy the process of it. He would have a closet dedicated to store all his vinyl collections that no one knew before. In fact, no one would ever guess that Levi’s big with music for he never talked about it. They’d just assume that this seemingly cold man finds music irritating, when actually his heart is full of tender melodies – he would just never utter it out, because music is his personal enjoyment, not his outward hobby and interest. In conclusion, Levi is alike to a cat, he might appear mean and cold, but inside he is awfully domestic.

Click here for the music: Those Hazy, Lazy, Crazy Days of Summer - Nat King Cole I'm A Fool To Want You - Billie Holiday The Very Thought of You - Nat King Cole

20.00 – how do they sleep at night with you?

This man is so meticulous about the arrangement of his sleep, especially when you’re in an established relationship, before you spend the night, he would want to know whether this is the type of sleep that’s meant for sleeping cause, or is this another alternative where one of you’d end up panting and coming. Whenever you inform him that you’re coming over, he’d be blunt and asked, “Should I prepare?” which by any means, he’s asking whether he’s gonna get laid or not. Answering no would be the answer he looks forward to most times, because you’re dealing with a very busy man with very little amount of sleep – he’d like to keep you around, to have your scent and warmth lingering around his bedroom for days on end, but not so much on having sex. Before you come over, he’d make sure to change the sheet, open new reed diffuser, and stock up your favorite snacks. He’d cook a little too, maybe small finger foods that you’d munch on as the two of you watch your favorite docuseries.

When the two of you sleep, most often you’d go to bed earlier than him, because he’d sleep very late at night and wake up very early as well. Sometimes it can feel lonesome when you’re about to drift off to sleep and he’s still not by your side, pacing around doing work or cleaning stuffs. You’d call out for him, and he’ll just hum acknowledging or yelling over from the other room, “You go sleep first.” Just when you’re about to fall deep into your slumber, you can hear him entering the room, and go on with his nightly ritual. He’d clean himself up in the en-suite bathroom, washing his feet (something he’d always do before climbing up to bed), brushing his teeth, moisturizing himself (because’ he’s got dry and flaky skin). He’s got this odd habit of re-ironing his pajamas before bed although they’re neatly hung already. He just likes to feel the warmth left by the iron slate, and the smell of Fabreeze on the garment he sleeps in.

He’d turn off his alarm when you’re sleeping over because he wakes up at dusk and he doesn’t want to ruin your sleep. He’d always sleep on the bed side by the window, and you’d already know not to roll over to his space. Levi likes to see you sleeping, hearing the soundly noise of your breath makes him feel at ease and it may be one of those few times in a day where he smiles. Standing by your bed side, he’d run his fingers through your hair and leave a small peck on your eyes and nose. You’d scrunch up your nose because sometimes his kiss tickles, and he’d chuckle. Once he finally decides to go to bed, he’d immediately glide his arms to wrap your waist and be the big spoon to keep you warm. He’d kiss your shoulder and keep his face there for a while, breathing to your neck. He’d draw a very deep exhale, as if he’s glad to retreat to your embrace after a hard day. When you mumble, “Go to sleep, Levi.” He’d hum and bury his face in your neck and hair as he mutters, “I love you.”

A/N: I’m sorry I had to skip the request for NSFW parts, I have been feeling very off with all things sexual and didn’t wanna force it. Sorry again :(

[levi-lover]

Until Next Time

zeke x fem!reader

w/c: 2.9k

t/w: NSFW, 18+, oral sex(fem receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, cheating 

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi adult movie troupe collab! ty lisa for coming up with such a great collab idea! i had a lot of fun writing this! 

The sun seemed to be having a challenge against itself, baking the world over and over in incredible heat, the following day worse than the previous. There were a few options to avoid the heat: one, stay indoors where the AC blasted on a 24-hour loop or, two, fan yourself by the pool in your skimpiest white bikini under the shade while you watched the pool guy take off his tank top in one smooth motion and drag his net across the brilliant blue water. 

The answer was a no-brainer. 

 The green tiles of the pool reflected off of the beads of sweat and water droplets on his perfectly toned chest and back. His blonde hair was tied in a half bun causing the shorter pieces to fall around his face and back of his neck in loose curls. You lowered your sunglasses to get a better view, rubbing your legs together slowly building friction in your core. A sigh escaped your lips imagining what it would be like to have Zeke’s beard rub against your thighs while snuggled in between you as his tongue lapped at your aching clit. 

You tossed your head back against the cushioned pool chair in frustration causing Zeke to turn his attention to you. “You good, Mrs. Ackerman?”

“Perfectly fine!” you shouted back with fake sweetness. 

Mrs. Ackerman my ass, you thought. Before you married Levi, he’d been very clear that his work was always going to come first, that’s the way it’s always been. At the time that didn’t matter to you, you were full of nothing but love for him. You understood the job of a CEO was taxing and time-consuming plus you liked the paycheck. You loved that you could stay home all day work on your art and then spend the evening dining at the latest trendy restaurant downtown. Levi provided everything: nice cars, a beautiful mansion, vacations to every five-star resort in the world, he gave you everything except what you wanted the most: attention. 

It was common for him to come home late and then leave early without even saying a word or worse, touch you. When he was home you tried to initiate sex with him by lounging around the house in delicate and revealing lace lingerie or sometimes, not even wearing anything at all but Levi always responded with an I’m tired or not today. When he did want sex it was always devoid of passion and emotion and you were left unsatisfied. You longed to be tossed on the bed and fucked. 

Your daydreams were broken when Zeke shouted, “I’m done. I added the Natural Chemerity cleaner like you requested, Mrs. Ackerman.”

“Please Zeke call me (Y/N). Mrs. Ackerman makes me sound like a middle-aged housewife.”

He wiped the sweat off his face with his tank top and chuckled, repeating your name. He walked over to you and grabbed his water bottle, taking large gulps. You eyed the way his adam’s apple bopped up and down. 

Zeke had been coming over every few weeks to clean the pool, his uncle owned a pool company that he worked at during the summer to save money for college. You didn’t know much about him except that he was a grad student around your age. And that he was fucking hot.

“That water’s probably warm, come follow me, I’ll get you some cold water.” You got up and adjusted the cups on your bikini nonchalantly before wrapping your slip over your body. Zeke watched you carefully. 

The concrete was hot on your feet and the sun unbearably heavy and you could feel Zeke’s gaze on you as you lead him to the house. 

“Feel free to take a seat,” you motioned to the large island where there were five tall stools. Zeke still hadn’t put his shirt on but you weren’t complaining. After you grabbed two glasses of water with ice you sat down next to him, crossed your legs, and places an elbow on the counter so you could lean in closer to him. His body felt even bigger up close, he towered over you causing you to feel small against him. 

You let the slip fall down your shoulder leaving the top part of your cleavage, he raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. 

“Thank you for the water,” he said. 

“Of course, you looked hot out there,” you responded. 

“Really?” 

Your face flushed, “Hot like in the sun.” 

He smirked at you, inching even closer to you. “Tell me, Mrs. Ackerman, what’s it like having this huge house to yourself?”

You rolled your eyes. “I told you not to call me that.”

He cocked an eyebrow, “I’m sorry. (Y/N)” he drawled, “I don’t wanna make you mad”

You leaned back away from him, dragging your index finger around the rim of the glass. “Can I be honest?”

Zeke nodded.

You lowered your voice and looked at him with innocent eyes, “it’s so lonely here. Levi’s always gone and I’m alone most of the day. I look forward to the days you come and clean the pool.” 

“Is that so?” He placed a large hand on your knee and began moving his hand up your thigh, carefully massaging your skin. 

“When does Mr. Ackerman get home?” he asked in a husky voice.

“In the evening,” you whispered, your voice weak from his touch. 

Zeke reached up and caressed your neck, his thumb tracing your lips. Your body melted at his touch and you ached for more. 

“Such a shame, leaving such a pretty girl like you all by herself” he contemplated as he inserted his finger into your mouth. 

You closed your eyes and nodded, tasting the salt from his thumb. Your cunt began to throb from the pressure. Despite the fresh air coming from the vents, your face heated up and whenever Zeke placed a hand on your body it felt like he touched you with an ember. 

“All alone in this big house…” his voice trailed off, concentrated on the sensation of your tongue against his skin.

He got up from this stool and put his hands around your hip, his fingers traced along the edge of your bikini, toying with the fabric. He stepped in between your legs, his clothed cock brushing against your inner thighs. Your heart skipped a beat when he lowered his head and pressed his lips on the crook of your neck, his beard tickling your heated flesh. 

“I think I know what you need, Mrs. Ackerman,” he whispered. A shudder went down your spine, you didn’t bother to correct him. There was something arousing about Zeke calling you by your married name.

He pulled you close until your cunt was pressed against him, the pressure was amazing but not enough, you needed more. 

“You need someone to take care of you, make sure you feel good, huh?” he breathed into your ear, nibbling at the soft flesh, bruised slowly blossomed on your skin. 

You moaned slightly and nodded, “need you, Zeke.” 

“What’s that Mrs. Ackerman?” he teased.

“P-please…”

He slowly trusted his hips, allowing his cock to press further into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. Zeke’s hand dragged along your thigh, gripping your inner knee and pulling your leg so it wrapped around his hips. He did the same to the other until you were straddling him; he put his hand on your lower back to help steady you as he lifted you from the stool and walked you over to the plush couch in the living room. 

When he laid you down, he hovered over you, his face inches from yours. He watched as you struggled to pull him closer, to feel his body on yours. Zeke chuckled breathlessly before locking his lips with yours. His tongue entered your mouth, slowly finding yours, his calloused hand wrapped themselves against your bare waist. 

Zeke began nibbling at your bottom lip, you sighed in relief, tightening your grip on his neck. He smiled into the kiss before biting down hard on your lip. You gasped at the pain, surprised by how much you liked it. 

His head was buried in your neck, roughly sucking and biting your skin. His hands traced your side until he was cupping your chest, his thumb running slow circles around your nipple. He pushed the fabric aside, you sighed as the cold air hit your hardened nipple. Zeke lowered his head, licking and kissing your collarbones and chest until his mouth was latched onto your nipple. You moaned, intertwining your fingers in his soft blonde hair, pulling him even closer to you. 

“So needy,” he murmured, digging his fingers into the meat of your thigh. You wrapped your legs around his narrow waist and attempted to drag your cunt along his toned abs. 

He gripped your face roughy, holding you so you were looking straight into his blue eyes, there was a glint of desire. Zeke raised his body slightly and with his other hand, he grabbed onto your ass raising your lower half until the imprint of his cock was perfectly aligned with your entrance. He thrust his hips slightly, rolling his length against you. 

A whimper escaped your mouth, “more.”

He smirked and pushed harder against you. He dragged his fingers in between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach until he was hovering over the edge of your bikini bottoms. You hungrily watched him tease you, with each touch your body seemed to heat up, the feeling concentrating in your core. With his index finger, he inched his way down until his finger was softly rubbing against your clit. 

You tossed your head against the couch and moaned, the feeling overwhelming. He continued rubbing circles slowly raising his pace, you jutted your hips upwards evoking a chuckle from Zeke. In one quick move, he pushed the fabric aside and slide with his finger in your slits.

“Fuck,” Zeke moaned, “so wet just for me?”

“Mmm, Zeke, all for you,” you cried out. 

“Tell me, Mrs. Ackerman,” he said while stroking his finger on your clit, “what would Mr. Ackerman say if he saw me fucking his wife?”

He teased your entrance before inserting his finger into you. “More”, you cried out again. He put two fingers into you, quickly coming in and out of you. The sound of his thick fingers in your sloppy cunt filled the living room. You clutched onto the couch to steady you but he only quickened his pace. With his other hand, he began palming at his cock, groaning at the pleasure. 

You tried to raise your body and reach over to pull his shorts down but he grabbed your wrist and pushed you back on the couch. 

“Shh, don’t worry about it, I’m gonna take care of you, yeah. Make you feel real good,” he said in a low voice. 

You nodded and relaxed your body back on the couch. He pulled down his shorts and boxers, releasing his cock. You eyed his size, noting the thick vein that ran down the side. He pumped his cock and slide in between your slits. The tip brushed against your swollen clit and Zeke dragged himself back and forth with slow movements. 

You opened your legs wider given him a better view of your cunt. He smiled at you deviously before centering his cock at your entrance. You held your breath in anticipation, longing to be stuffed full of him until you were begging for him to stop but the bastard was taking his sweet time. 

Time seemed to slow as he slid himself inside of you. You exhaled in relief, the feeling of his cock overwhelming to you, when was the last time you’d been fucked? The initial relief was quickly replaced by pain as he pushed his fat cock further into your throbbing pussy. Zeke was still for a moment as he bottomed you out, his balls resting against your ass. The pain transformed into pleasure, you scratched his backing, telling him to move.

He pulled out and back inside of you, leaving you no time to complain about the emptiness. His tempo increased as he trusted into you. His mouth latched on to your nipple, sucking and biting harder than before. His beard tickled your skin. You arched your back, giving Zeke a better angle to hit your sweet spot. 

He continued pounding into you, his cock splitting you open with each thrust of his hip. You had one hand wrapped around his neck and the other cupping your tits, rubbing the sensitive bud. His hand reached in between your bodies to rub your clit. Your body was on fire and you could feel your high coming closer and closer with every touch and trust. 

“You look so fucking good right now,” Zeke panted in your ear. This was enough to push you over the edge, you shut your eyes as pleasure rolled over your body, toes curled, and your mouth contorted into an ‘O’. 

You pulled his face to your and kissed him, his breath was warm and minty with a hint of tobacco. You sucked on his bottom lip, tugging and nipping at him. Your hands traced down his toned back, leaving small crescent indents. 

His breathing became erratic and his thrust sloppier. “Shit, I’m close, where do I come?” 

“I-inside me,” you whispered in between moans. 

He pushed himself into you one more time before you felt his warm release inside of you, his cock pulsed against your walls and you grinded your hips against him, milking him through his orgasm. 

He pulled out, a string of cum connecting you to him. He slid his fingers against your swollen slips, he watched how your juices stuck to his fingers before putting them in his mouth. Licking them until there was nothing left but his salvia. 

“Fuck that was good, need more,” he growled. He laid belly down on the couch and nestled himself in between your legs. His hair sticking to his forehead, blue eyes shining, and face flushed. 

His breath fanned your soaking pussy, the sensation sent shivers up your spine. Without breaking eye contact, his pink tongue made contact with your clit. He flattened his done so he could apply even pressure throughout your cunt. 

“Yeah, just like that, Zeke” you murmured. 

Zeke loved the way his name sounded coming from your mouth. He knew he shouldn’t be fucking a married woman in her house she shared with her husband but you were so fucking tempting that he couldn’t resist. Everything about you was driving him wild. 

He planted a small kiss on your cunt before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. You pulled at his hair, the familiar feeling building in your core again. While still sucking he placed two thick fingers inside of you, massaging your sweet spot over and over again. The room was filled with the sound of Zeke lapping at your wet cunt, your heavy breathing, and his deep moans. 

The feeling was too much, your poor clit was swollen and sensitive but you didn’t want him to stop. You never wanted this feeling to go away. 

His tongue alternated between sliding in between your slits and circling around your clit. You bucked your hips upwards desperately as you felt the pressure build-up in you again. Zeke placed a large hand on your hips to hold you back while he continued his movements. 

He began flicking his tongue on your clit, this change in rhythm was enough to push you over the edge as your second organism overtook you. He pressed his tongue over your cunt while you rode out your high; hot flashes of pleasure flowed through your body. Zeke left a kiss on your mound and travels upwards, leaving small, wet kisses along with his path. When he arrived at your lips, he kissed you slowly and passionately, moaning into the kiss. 

You wrapped your legs around him, keeping his warm body close to yours. The cold air left goosebumps along your bare body. Zeke rested his head in the crook of your neck; your fingers lazily outlined shapes on his back. Everything was perfect until your phone rang, you both shot up and looked at each other with wide eyes. You ran to your phone, the caller I.D. said: Hubby <3

“Levi, baby, hello,” you said sweetly, motioning for Zeke to grab his things. 

“Be ready in 15, there’s a new Mediterranean place I want to try tonight,” he said flatly.

“15? Really, that’s so soon.”

“I want to beat traffic.”

“Of course, dear, I’ll be ready.”

Levi hung up and Zeke let out the laugh he was holding in. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling closer to his towering frame.

“Well, Mrs. Ackerman, this was a fun time,” he teased. 

You leaned against his tone chest, enjoying his warmth. 

“You should go, Zeke.”

“I’m on my way out.” He let you go and went for his clothes. You watched the way his muscles moves while he was putting his shorts on. 

Before he stepped out, he turned and gave you one final kiss, it was rough and tender, taking your breath. “Good luck with your new markings, Mrs. Ackerman. It was a pleasure doing business with you. ”

Heat flooded your face as you remembered the purple bruises blooming around your body. “Fuck,” you moaned. 

Zeke laughed while he ran out to grab his things, he didn’t want to be there when Levi arrived. However, he was looking forward to the next time he had come over and clean your pool, your pussy was the best type of payment he’s ever gotten.

[amnxsia]

excuse me ma'am didnt you write professor jaeger? wasn't that dubcon? and weren't you shitting on jour?

you must be one of her followers so ill make this quick.

Yes I did write Professor jaeger which was 100% consensual

And I was not shitting on jour.

me and my moots we’re simply putting her in her place, we were simply exposing her lies, hypocrisy. How she can do a whole 360 and shit on people who make dc WHILE making her own dc and act like she wasn’t doing anything.

Thank you to these kind and badass people for coming together and exposing her: @junisfics @rekiri @weepinglevi

be a clown and the clownery comes back to bite you in the ass

[erwinsvow]

do you know any writers that their first language isnt english, but write in english?

Hi baby!!! the two that come to mind are @weepinglevi and @peachycoreroo !!! and they are incredible writers and such sweet humans 🥺 but if anyone else also is, please reply to this post so I can tag you and this lovely anon can see your blog too!! :~)

[glittrkink]

dearest maia!,

it’s been a little bit since i’ve sent my last letter, i’m sorry about that but i hope you’ve been okay! i hope you’ve eaten if you can and that you’ve at least had a glass of water. tell me about your day, darling! or tell me about your favorite work that you’ve put out on here or one that you’re working on that makes you excited! i love you and i don’t want you to ever forget, i think you’re amazing and i love having the chance to see you on my dashboard and i love being able to swoop into your askbox like this. i must go sprinkle a little love to everyone— so until next time darling <3

side note: connie told me to tell you he loves you. <3

sincerely, a little planet mars 🍓

HI MARS AAAHHH IM SEEING THIS ON MY LUNCH BREAK RN I’M ABOUT TO BE CRYIN IN THE BREAK ROOM YOU’RE SO SWEET

you wanna know how my days goin tho? y’know it’s not too bad! work has been so slow as shit and i feel like i’m watching the clock a lot which is annoying i just want to go home lmfao but i’m off this weekend which is exciting :)) you actually caught me on a pretty good day!

i plan on finishing my fic for @weepinglevi lovely adult movie tropes collab this weekend and i’m genuinely really excited about it! i can truthfully say i’ve never written anything like it before soooooo it’s been a time writing it lmfao i also haven’t posted in so long i’m ready to be off hiatus!

aaahhh you are a literal ray of sunshine thank you for stopping by my inbox you really did put a smile on my face <33 ily and i hope your day is going well, please tell me all about it! :)))

[weepinglevi]

tying your fave to the bed

summary: your fave asked you to tie him to the bed, but he doesn't like how cocky you get all of a sudden. this can be read with any male-bodied character in mind!

warnings/content: 18+ minors dni. dom/sub dynamics. sub!reader. daddy kink, restraints, creampie. reader gets called princess, good girl, sweetness.

word count: around 1.1k

beta: @1252291 is the absolute best and gave me so much advice i even cried a lil cos damn that was helpful as FUCK. thank you for always being so honest and for wading through whatever mess i send to you. <3

A/N: y'all, i couldn't decide who this is so. you want your fave fucking you while he's tied up? then this is for you. have fun while reading and feedback is greatly appreciated! let me know who you thought of when reading this, i'd really like to know! and a shoutout to @peachycoreroo who i sent a very rough draft to on whatsapp and who pushed me to make something of it. <3 take care. xx

"C'mon, you know how to do it." though his words meant assurance, they’re dripping with sarcasm.

"You pull this-" strong hands coming up to grab the rope you've been holding onto, "through here-" tying a knot, he looks up to you with one brow raised, "and then tie it around this frame."

He leans back, one hand resting on the heavy wooden frame of the bed, the other still holding the rope in his open palm, an open invitation for you to take it back.

"But-but i don't want to hurt you," you chew your lip and lean forward, trying to crawl back onto his lap where you had spent the evening sucking and licking his dick until it leaked with pre and was practically drenched in your spit. It was then, with a hungry groan, that he had offered this.

That tonight, you should tie him to the bed. Tonight, it’s you having power over him for once.

With a click of his tongue, he shakes his head and places his hand on your stomach, holding you at an arm's length.

"We're gonna do this, princess." Handing you the rope, he brings both his hands together, "You're gonna tie daddy up so you can fuck yourself on his dick the way you want, hm?"

Gaze locked on his half-lidded eyes, you take a deep breath before nodding, "Okay."

Your hands still tremble when pulling the rope around his strong wrists, and you have a hard time tying a simple knot. But with him guiding you through it; eventually, you're leaning over him as you tighten the rope around the heavy bedpost. He has nowhere to go, not anymore.

Seeing him like this, leaning against the headboard of your bed and feigning helplessness, has your slick basically dripping down your thighs already. The dim light accentuating his toned body just right, you feel yourself getting lost in the sight before your eyes.

"Good girl, you’ve done well." A small smile playing around the corners of his mouth when he shifts into a more comfortable position.

The feeling of pride rushing through you at his praise provides you with enough courage to nod again, as if all you needed was just a little more encouragement. Though the tips of your ears are still growing hot, you climb onto his lap and reach down behind you. There’s a sharp inhale coming from him when the tips of your fingers graze his dick before you run it’s head along your wet folds. What was warmth this whole evening now turns into heat at the touch, tingling all through your body.

You lean slightly forward and press a hasty kiss on his lips before resting your forehead against his.

"Right, that's good-" he breathes, "Watch out, remember you're not able to take me all at once."

"I'm the one in charge now." You don't know what's gotten into you, and he seems equally as surprised at your answer, with his head just falling back against the frame and a deep laugh, he licks his lips.

"Okay, go for it."

I will, you think, knowing you can take him. You’re sure of it. Bracing yourself on his shoulder with one hand and lowering down on his cock, the fat head prodding at the first ring of muscle is already causing you to inhale sharply.

Maybe not all at once.

You try to hold yourself like this, to relax around him with deep breaths and the tip of your tongue between your teeth. But when you look up to his face again, you see a devilish grin haunting his expression.

Fuck.

It's then that he jerks his hips upward sharply, not leaving you enough time to scramble away from him and with a surprised “Oh,” you fall forward, right into his arms. Right where he wanted you to be, the angle perfect for him to thrust into your wet heat without mercy.

"What's wrong, sweetness?" His laugh comes breathless and his words are low, "I thought you're the one in charge?"

There's nothing you feel but the sensation of him continually pumping into you, making you bounce on his cock although he's the one that's tied up. Although he’s the one who shouldn’t have any power right now.

So all you do is babble incoherent words of "daddy" and "please" and, after he’s hit the bundle of nerves just right, all you say is “moremoremore”.

"That's what I thought, princess. Look at me."

You lift your gaze to see his face flushed with heat, beads of sweat on his forehead letting you know it's exhausting for him, too.

“You listening?”

“Mh- yes.”

"Either, you're gonna cum on my dick like this, and we're not going to talk about what you just tried to do." He thrusts up again and your toes curl. Feeling your heart beating somewhere in your throat, not in your chest where it's supposed to be, your arms wrap around his shoulders for leverage.

You nod eagerly into the crook of his neck, letting him know you’ve understood. “Y- yes, daddy," it takes everything within you to think straight. Lifting your hips for him to reach even deeper parts of you.

"Or-" he laughs, "or you're not gonna cum for a whole week and all I will use is that dirty little mouth of yours. Okay?"

“Gotta- gotta make sure you know your place, mh?” Though his words come harsh, he turns his head to press a kiss to your temple, “Want you to stay my good girl.”

At this point, all you want is his touch, his hands on your body, anywhere but where they are right now. Trying to reach up to untie him, he shakes his head no.

“Exactly like this, princess.”

When you try to suppress a whine at his words, he laughs again, low and deep growling vibrating against your chest, “Cum on my cock, I know you can do it.”

With him praising you although you’ve misbehaved, although you’ve been cocky, you finally feel the heat reaching a new high, causing your senses to dull and heighten at the same time.

Apart from him against you, in you, there’s nothing else your mind focuses on. “I’m- i’m close.”

“Me too.”

Leaning back to look into his face, you see him with his eyes closed and pleasure written across his face. “Hurry up, sweetheart.”

So you do, eyes locked on him when you clench down and feel like the knot that’s been building inside of you all day is finally bursting apart, leaving you to fall back forward when he stutters in his pace- following you over the edge right after.

He still thrusts into you, his warm cum already sticking to your thighs and you know that next time, he’s gonna want you to tie him up, again.

A/N: it's late so no tag list once again. i hope you had fun! and seriously, lemme know who you thought of i am curious as fuck ahsahs

[kojinnie]

Give Up The Ghost | Levi Ackerman

Based on the request by @weepinglevi​ on my 24/7 Writing Event! I was gonna put them altogether but afraid it would be too long and jumbled. Thank you for the req and hope you’ll enjoy this one, love! ♥

levi ackerman; angst; 1055 words

Song to Listen: Give Up The Ghost by Radiohead

03.00: What is their recurring nightmare?

One of the most heart-wrenching things about Levi was how he’d realized that for years, he hadn’t had any good or even harmless absurd dreams that people often had. Each scenery that ever occurred in his dream was of bleak one, seeing his comrades shattered to pieces, and with it came the agonizing regret for not being able to save each one of them. For many years, Levi had gotten used to such horrible dreams that it had lost its ‘nightmare’ status. For Levi, it’s just something that he had to live for, no matter how it deepened the void in his heart.

However, there would be times, in which Levi was haunted by a persistent, recurring dream that gave him the deepest sadness upon waking up, which was odd, because Levi realized that those 'nightmares' did not have deaths, tragedies or maladies of some kind – rather they showed Levi all the things that could have been, if only he wasn’t lacking for his comrade. And it pained him terribly.

In those nightmares, Levi would be walking down the cobblestone street of one of the cities within the walls. People that passed him by would greet with a nod or a smile as they muttered, “Captain,” displaying their respect for all the things that Levi had fought for, for the sake of humanity within the Walls. The air was sweet, and the sound of joy was ringing around the city – it almost felt like a day of celebration. People would be laughing and singing, but Levi couldn’t understand why.

In these dreams, Levi would feel as if something was off, he could feel the strangeness in the way his joints and limbs moved, like he was walking with someone else’s body. Until he passed by a mirror that a street vendor was selling, and surprised to see the wrinkles on his face and how his black jet hair had grown grey and dull. Levi would continue to stroll down the street, and he’d walk into a tavern, full of sounds from clanking glasses, and erupting laughter. In the dreams, Levi thought, how odd that despite the fact that he wasn’t one for ruckus commotion and tavern, he felt such an ease coming into this one. The thought immediately came to an answer as he stepped in and saw the faces of his dear comrades – all had grown old, and the strength that Levi remembered in their physical appearances had been replaced by rather homely figures. Yet, their rigorous passion and courage was still visible in their eyes as they all shouted in unison upon Levi’s arrival, “Happy birthday, Captain Grumpy!” Levi would glance around and smiled, yet another strange thing because he knew he didn’t like birthday celebration, but in the dreams when years had passed by without death and sorrow… had Levi grown a space in his heart for warm celebration?

Coming towards him, Levi would see the once tall and rather monstrous Miche to have grown grey and slouchy, but the vigor still remained as he patted Levi firmly in the back, “Happy birthday, ‘Vi,” he said with haze in his eyes, obviously tipsy. Then there would be Oluo and Petra walking hand-in-hand as they gave Levi a nice, ribboned box. Levi had noticed that both of their ring fingers were adorned by the same set of rings, ‘They’re married,’ Levi came to a conclusion in his head as he thanked them. There were so many familiar faces that Levi could recognize and for once, Levi could remember them in a way he should be, not as lifeless, bloodied, corpses that had become Levi’s recognition of them for most of his life after their deaths. Levi knew at that point he was crying in his sleep, but he beseeched any deity not to wake him up just yet.

He’d walk to the wooden bar, where Erwin stood. He was no longer the young and fierce commander Levi remembered, but there was still a ray of commanding gaze emanating from the old man, he was clapping along with the others. Beside him was Moblit, leaning to the bar – what used to be lock of brown hair had gone completely, Levi could feel the urge to chuckle, thinking that babysitting Hange for so many years might have been the cause of his baldness. Once the happy birthday subsided, Levi looked for Hange, and he found them craning their neck over the swinging saloon door behind the bar stool, looking and yelling to someone in the kitchen, “Oi quick! Shorty is here already!” with no recognition that Levi was just a throw away from them.

“Hange, I’m already here—” Levi’s words were cut-off with the saloon door swinging open, and everyone suddenly erupted to yet another happy birthday anthem. Two figures he had missed so dearly came out of the kitchen with two-tier birthday cake in their hand – smiling, grinning, they were shouting merriness of life to Levi – something that got Levi reminded that this was only a dream, because he knew he could never see those two faces again in his life, “Farlan. Isabel.”

The Captain smiled and blew the candles on the cake, he looked again at his two friends, ‘Odd,’ he muttered to himself as he realized that both Farlan and Isabel were still as young as they were, while the rest of the Corps had withered with age. ‘Ah,’ as realization swept through him, Levi nodded, he finally understood that dreams were projection of what he wished had happened. While this painful dream reminded him of all the lives he couldn’t save, he had also wished that the youthful passion of both Farlan and Isabel to live forever in his heart.

Captain Levi Ackerman finally woke up, with pools of tears on his pillow. Heart throbbing in pain, he drank his water by the bedside and straightened himself up. Getting ready for yet another day in the warfare without his most-treasured comrades fighting by his side. Levi hated these dreams, whenever it occurred, he always wished he had a bad dream instead, with deaths and wars, something he was more familiar with, instead of the dream he just had, because that dream – one where he got to see how life would be if he was stronger and smarter to save them all – was too beautiful and yet impossible to live.

[bruhstories]

ooooh, maliyah, thank you for the tag! i used a naruto oc i used to absolutely love back when i was a teen and honestly? accurate af 😂

i got tumblr segc man :((

im so sorry. but your character has an entire fandom that is h word for them. its terrifying. people would probably pay money for you to make an entire movie about that character so they can write fanfiction about them. not that they need the movie, they already have loads of fanfic.

tagging @weepinglevi @peachy-momos @odmlevis @fiaficsxo @armins-futon @mikasascabin @titan-fodder @jeageristbaby @deludedimagines and literally anyone who wants to do this fun quiz!

starting a tag game lol

what kind of fan base would your character have?

(but i’m my own character lmfao)

i got..

“reader x character fanfics :((“

people simp for this character. like a crazy amount. you look at the tag for this character on tumblr and it's all just fanfiction with reader x character. you're scared to look them up on any fanfiction site.

tagging: @izukine , @kuroosperiodictable , @snoozless , @genesisrose74 , @rat-bastar , @bunny-xoxo , @mitsuluv , @erekami , @dancingazaleas , @xenihime (bruh i have too many ppl i want to tag in things now jfc)

[weepinglevi]

summary: fem!reader and porco get it on in the bathroom. porco has his phone to document everything for colt, who is reader's boyfriend. all aged up to be 21+. warnings: 18+ minors dni. infidelity! semi-public sex, slight dacryphilia, heavy dirty talk, mirror sex, creampie - reader doesn't know he's filming at first but is okay with it. also poor colt :( word count: around 1.6k beta reader: the most wonderful @1252291 came through. love you to the moon and back. <3 A/N: contribution to my adult movie tropes collab! pock brainrot is strong with this one. i hope you enjoy and feedback is always greatly appreciated. take care and lots of love. xx

you know it’s wrong.

the moment he closes the door behind him and turns the key, you’re torn between wanting to push him away and pulling him in even closer. leaning against the cold porcelain of the sink, you take a shaky breath. outside, they’re playing music and you hear annie’s shrieking laugh.

outside is the party colt took you to. to meet his friends, as he had put it.

now you’re here, in a small bathroom at an unknown house, not with colt – but with porco galliard. heart beating heavy in your chest as he lets his eyes wander over your body, you feel small and pathetic. still, the longing that has brought you here is slowly catching fire, turning into lust.

he doesn’t say a word when he takes a step toward you, placing his hands on your hips and grabbing them tightly. his grip is sure to leave a bruise but with how he breathes against your ear, you don’t care anymore. “i-“

“shh, you’re gonna kill the mood,“ porco chuckles and dips his head down, driving the flat of his tongue against your collarbone before pulling away and blowing against it, causing you to shiver and the tiny hairs on your body to stand up in anticipation.

you know it’s wrong, know you shouldn’t allow him to hook his hands under your thighs and lift you up so you can sit on the edge of the sink – so why are you wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in even closer than he already was?

“fuck, you’re needy, aren’t you,” he rests his forehead against yours, voice coming deep and stirring the heat in your belly, making you feel as if you’re about to implode, “he doesn’t know how to fuck you in the right way, huh?”

there’s no need for you to answer, no need to state the obvious, so you stretch your neck to close the small distance between his lips and yours, crashing against him. tasting the bitterness of the vodka he had just minutes ago, you close your eyes and let a whimper escape. he’s right.

he’s laughing against your lips now, knowing you agree with him.

“he shouldn’t have brought you here.” leaning back, his eyes seem to be darker than before and his pushed back hair is starting to come loose, “should’ve known i’d be all over his pretty little girlfriend.”

even though you hate yourself for it, you nod.

“that’s right,” he brings his hand up to your jaw, grazing his thumb against your lower lip and then pushing into your mouth, index and middle finger soon to follow, “make sure they’re nice and wet, we don’t have much time.”

he’s not nice and doting, not asking what you want like colt always does. he just takes with expectations – ones you are more than willing to meet. so you lock your eyes with his as you gag on his fingers alone, knowing to heed his warning; you try to soak them in your own drool.

when your eyes are brimming with tears, he pushes down even further, causing you to cough and the tears to flow over.

“crying, already?” he coos. “he must treat you like you’re made of glass, hm?”

leaving you gasping for air when he finally pulls out, he breaks free from the hold your legs had around his waist. there’s a short laugh leaving him when he’s giving you another once-over and then nods.

“stand up,” tugging at your dress, he seems impatient, “told you we don’t have a lot of time.”

as soon as you slide down, porco turns you around and presses you up against the sink, cold stone digging into your hips as he bends you forward. looking up, you see the reflection of yourself and him in the mirror in front of you. catching a glimpse of his smirk, you look back down.

as long as you’re not looking at him, you wouldn’t feel as bad and that’s why you train your gaze on how your hands are grabbing the edge of the sink.

his hands slip under your dress, he’s quick to pull your panties aside before gliding his thumb through your slick folds. “so wet already.”

one hand placed on your ass, thumb holding your underwear in place, he slides his fingers into you without any warning. your walls tighten around him instantly, causing you to bite down on your tongue to hold back the moan that otherwise would’ve filled the room.

“c’mon, tell me how good i feel,” his digits pumping in and out of your already throbbing cunt, obscene sounds bouncing off the tiled walls, “how much better i feel than he does.”

“some-” - trying to collect your thoughts while also fucking yourself onto porco’s fingers leaves you breathless, “someone’s gonna hear.”

all he does is laugh when he pulls out one final time and goes to circle your clit, leaving you to clench around nothing and bucking onto the ball of his thumb until he completely pulls away from you.

legs already shaking and head hanging low, you hear him unbuckling his belt and spit into the palm of his hand. the groan coming from him sends waves of heat up your spine and you try to brace yourself for what’s going to follow.

pulling your panties down and bunching up your dress in one hand, the thick head of porco’s dick is already pushing into of you, causing you to hold your breath because you know he isn’t planning on letting you adjust to his size.

and you were right. even with his fingers stretching you out, you’re struggling to fit him but he keeps on pressing into you, leaving you to suck in the air through gritted teeth.

“look at her,” you hear coming from behind, “how hard she tries.”

with your brain in a haze, you know you should wonder about what he’s saying but you don’t. you’re too concentrated on how good he feels inside of you. and how wrong at the same time, but this only makes your pulse quicken even more.

to know the others are in the room next door, having no clue about how you’re being spread open on porco’s dick, having no idea that you’re nothing but a cheating whore, has walls fluttering around his length.

and when he finally bottoms out, he starts pulling back out. at a mind numbingly slow pace, you feel him come to a halt before he leaves you feeling empty again.

“don’t stop,” being the only thing to leave your lips, “porco, i dare-“

“hear her begging?” he places his hand on your hip and pulls you back onto his dick, “i bet she never begs like this when you’re the one fucking her.”

driving his hips forward again, he hits the bundle of nerves inside of you that makes you forget about how you wanted to be quiet. the moan escaping your lips as he switches to a steady pace.

“oh, she sounds so sweet,” his laugh is breathless this time, “you never told me how good she sounds, colt.”

as soon as you hear the name of your boyfriend, you look into the mirror to see porco holding his phone in one hand, obviously filming himself thrusting into your cunt. stuttering in your movements, he lifts his gaze from his phone and smirks back at your reflection in the mirror.

“c’mon now, keep fucking yourself on my cock,” he reaches forward, wrapping his free hand around your throat, “be a good girl for me, and i might let you do it again.”

raising the phone, he now films your reflection.

and you know you shouldn’t look straight into the camera and push back onto porco. it’s too late now, you think, too late to go back so you might as well enjoy yourself.

“tell him how good i feel,” his words are coming slurry now.

and with his tight balls slapping against your clit, with him continuously hitting the right spot, you nod, “feels- feels so good.”

“that’s what i thought,” letting go of your throat, he quickened his pace, “little whore that you are- one dick isn’t enough for you, huh?”

his hand sliding down your side, he reaches in front of you to rub circles against your clit again. the sensation of watching him do that, hearing him moan as you clench your walls around his dick and at the thought of all of it being filmed for your boyfriend to watch has you losing your mind.

“you-“ you turn your head to him now, graze your lips against his jaw, “your dick is enough.”

“hear- hear that, colt,” he groans, “my-“

his hips stuttering against your ass, he places the phone on the counter in front of you, grabbing your hips instead.

seeing him losing his cool pushes you over the edge, slapping one hand over your mouth to muffle the sound of your moans as your whole body trembles, heat rushing over you with every thrust he makes.

porco shoves your hand away the moment he realizes you’re trying to stay quiet, “let him hear.”

and you do. you couldn’t care less at this point, so the breathed “you fuck me so good,” flows from your lips naturally.

his fingers dig into your soft skin as he pulls you down onto his dick and holds you there, pumping his hot load into you, his cock twitching inside of you as a low “fuuuck-“ leaves him.

you stay like this for only a few seconds, and then he reaches back for his phone, turning the camera to face him. he makes a peace-sign before bringing it back between the two of you, filming how he pulls out of your cunt.

“will you look at that,” he spreads your cheeks to allow a better view.

feeling his and your cum drip down your thighs, you shudder at the thought of what you’ve just done – and even more when you realize how badly you want to do it again.

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patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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high and dry

summary: imagine reader being a real bitch to eren, in a sense. sums it up quite nicely. find the second part here! warnings: 18+ minors dni, cum play (i mean, kinda), toxic relationship (if you squint) word count: around 650 A/N: this is my first writing. please be nice and i'd really appreciate any kind of feedback! not proofread because if i don't post this now i think i never will. hope you enjoy! (also not me being a simp for levi but the first thing i post is about eren)

just imagine eren being intoxicated by your fire. you not taking shit from anyone, especially not from him.

every time he'd come home to bitch about whatever the hell happened at work and you'd be sitting there, asking "oh, we're a little brat again today?"

you'd be the only one not impressed by his temper outbursts - not like the other ones who'd back away from him every time he'd raise his voice. he'd really like it, come to think of it.

eren would turn it into some kind of power play which would always be so close to getting out of hand - if others would ever come to see the two of you interacting behind closed doors, they'd be genuinely concerned for the two of you.

but you'd like it, too. him pulling your hair when you laugh at him for doing something wrong, or grabbing your wrist and turning your arm onto your back, pressing you against the wall whenever you'd made a backhanded comment.

you'd be squirming under his weight, trying to push back and wriggling around in his tight grip, just as long as it would take for him to feel safe. kicking his shin, diving out under him, and then it would be you pushing him against the wall. you being the one in power.

he'd chuckle, "come on, we both know how this is gonna end."

of course, he'd be stronger than you so you'd move to grab a fistful of his dark hair, pulling his head so far back he'd nearly topple over. your other hand would slide down his groin, under the waistband of his pants, toying with his dick.

"hard for me already, love?" you'd laugh into his ear, first nibbling the lobe and then biting down, hard.

he'd curse you out, trying to move away yet your teeth would be holding him right in place. you were so small compared to him, so fragile, but in this situation? you would be in control.

your fist would get back to working his dick, thumb sliding over the tip and smearing the thick droplets down the slit. his cursing would turn into hitched breathing so quickly, he'd be like putty in your hands.

"such a tough guy, aren't you? don't you just hate me for what i'm doing to you?" you'd let your teeth slide down his neck, leaving marks along their way.

"fuck, y/n," he'd gasp "let go of my hair and i'll show you how tough of a guy i am"

you'd consider it, only for a moment though, and would bring his head down even further, "i don't think i will"

just holding him in place would let the warmth in your belly grow, stretching out to your thighs and moving upwards, anticipation making its way through your body, electrifying you. "come on now, love," you'd let go of his dick, chuckling at the desperate moan escaping him, and bring your fingers up to his lips.

sliding your thumb across them - still sticky with his precum - you'd coax them open, letting him first suck and then lick your whole palm. you'd waste no time once your hand would be wet enough, in bringing it down again to massage his throbbing cock.

"pants - off," he'd breathe.

this was the moment you'd been waiting for, you felt him go limp against you, his head falling back on your shoulder, nearly knocking the two of you over with his weight.

you'd know you should do exactly what he was asking of you. it'd be fucking torturous if you didn't.

but then again, the punishment you'd receive if you'd dare to leave him high and dry? absolutely delicious.

you'd let go of his hair, ruffle through it before bringing both your hands to his chest and pressing a soft kiss on his temple. "maybe later," you'd whisper before turning and leaving him to stand alone in the hallway.

there would be hell to pay, and you'd be gladly awaiting it.

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thank you for the tag riz!! hmm i try to only incorporate stuff i like so this is hard omg. i would say hard degradation because i actually have an embarrassingly obvious praise kink. i really like reading and writing about fearplay as well but i'm not sure how open i'd be to that irl! thank you again this was a fun game :) tagging @yeagerslut @rousinqscent @inumakizone @luciilferss & @weepinglevi :) (no pressure at all!)

What is a kink you write about, but you're sure you wouldn't like irl?

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Hello dear anon!

So there is degradation, I love to write about it, but I don't think I would like to be degraded unless there is a high level of trust between me and that person.

And then there is orgasm denial, please I can't with that shit. I'll cry 😭.

tagging: @peachy-momos @odmlevis @jarmeen @kirsteiiins @amnxsia + anyone who want to join.

[weepinglevi]

he will be there tomorrow

summary: my thoughts on modern!eren comforting reader when she's having a rough time. warnings: themes of depression/mental health problems, not too much detail, but still. other than that, just fluff. word count: around 650 A/N: i've been feeling like shit today so this is very self-indulgent. if you want eren to take care of you, then this might be comforting to you, too. i hope you enjoy the read and take care. xx

he keeps on ringing your doorbell and nagging you through the closed door.

a muffled, "c'mon now, it can't be that bad!" finally compelling you to stand up from your bed with a groan – you don’t know for how long you’ve been buried underneath your blankets, but you’re beyond the point of caring about it.

his head peers through the small gap and for a moment you see some sort of worry in his eyes. you must look really shitty for eren to lose his composure like this, but he's back to normal in a matter of seconds, shrugging off any kind of emotion other than his weird grin.

pushing the door open, he proceeds to hand you some take-out, the scent of fried chicken immediately filling your nose. "i'll have them on a plate, please."

he makes a beeline for your sofa, zapping through your netflix recommendations, and complains about your shitty taste in movies. "the kissing booth? seriously?". all the while you're still standing in the hallway, white plastic bag heavy in your hands – he brought a lot of food.

when you go to get the plates and napkins, he'll turn on some shitty horror movie in hopes of making you laugh. something like 'the ultimate killing machine' – so bad it’ll leave you breathless with laughter on normal days. and when you sit down next to him, wordlessly placing the plate on his lap, there’s the look of worry again. usually, you would’ve knocked him over the head twice already but right now, all you want is to feel better.

“you wanna watch some sappy rom-com instead, or what?” he teases and nudges his index between your ribs.

you know he plans to get you so agitated with him that you'll forget whatever clouded your mind. it’s not as if there is something tangible for you to forget, it’s much rather a fog you can’t seem to find your way out of. if it hadn’t been eren knocking on your door, you would’ve kept it shut, too. but from previous experience you know he’s willing to set up camp in front of it. just like a determined dog, waiting for its owner to come back from the store. it’s easier having him inside with you.

you shake your head no. “’s good, i always wanted to see it.”

“well, that’s a fucking lie, but i’ll take it.”

it’s silent for a while, apart from eren commenting on how the movie really does deserve to be on the list of worst movies ever.

the moment you’re done eating, eren takes the plate from your lap and places it on the coffee table in front of you. “i know you don’t want to talk about it, and –” lifting his hand to stop you from interrupting him, he continues “and you don’t have to.”

you try to smile, but give up. “why are you here, then?”

“i knew you probably haven’t had good food in a while.” he shrugs his shoulders and smiles, “and the others worry about you. they were about to barge in here if it wasn’t for me putting my foot down.”

“how very brave of you.”

“i am your boyfriend, after all,” the smile turns smug as he pulls you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist as you bury your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent – you know it like the back of your hand. feeling warm and protected, there’s a sudden rush through your body, the weight that has been resting somewhere on your chest feeling a bit lighter, leading you to breathe out shakily against his collarbone.

it’ll still be there tomorrow, you know that. but with eren running his hand through your hair, the other rubbing circles on your lower back – you also know that he will be there tomorrow, too.

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