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levitiquee · 6 months
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𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵e𝘭𝘭
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Levi let out a sigh of relief the moment your silhouette appeared through the shadows, tensed shoulders relaxing. He turned his head, all focus shifting instantly to you.
“You.” He exhaled, a hint of exasperation in his tone, indicating that the little time spent without your absence had not been very fun. “Where have you been?”
“Hi. Went to scout.” You answered, reaching the little campfire to stand beside Levi. All your friends sat circling it. Levi’s subtle, not very subtle eagerness at your arrival seemed to have triggered something, making the already guffawing crowd of people laugh even harder. Concluded with Levi’s sour face, it wasn’t very hard to guess what the subject of amusement must have been.
“Oh, are we bullying Levi again?” You beamed, nudging Levi’s leg with your foot, signaling him to give you space. “Scoot over. I want to join too.”
Levi shot a glare, but shifted to let you sit beside him. As another wave of laugher sparked through your friends, you plopped down on the grass, folding your legs. It was a chilly night, and everyone wanted to stay near the fire, therefore, the circle was so tightly formed around the fire, you could barely squeeze yourself between Levi and Nifa.
“Sit on my lap, why don’t you?” Levi grumbled, scowling and squirming a little at the close contact.
“What? It’s cold. And you’re warm.” You said as you sat down. “What are you so pissy for anyways?” You pressed yourself tighter, curling yourself up against him, uncaring of the poisonous gaze. You’ve learnt a long ago, half of Levi's words didn’t mean shit, that if he actually was uncomfortable, you wouldn’t even be here right now, he would’ve broken a bone or two. Levi’s personal space wasn’t something he let anyone come through, but you’ve been an exception for that for a long time.
And he was warm. A warmth that surprisingly only the cold, cold man was capable of.
And as always, the low protest died soon and he adjusted to let you lean against him.
“Hange.” He muttered, answering your previous question. “They’re trying to convince people to marry me.”
“Wonderful.” You grinned, “I volunteer.”
“I hate you.”
Cue for a very drunk Hange cracking up again, leading the others to join in. Even Erwin, ever regal and solemn, couldn’t seem to be able to hold the small smile from forming. With Hange’s contagious laughter and Levi’s scowl, it was impossible to.
“Oh why’d you let Hange drink again?” You laughed, watching them as Moblit struggled, trying to pry the bottle out of the section commander's grasp. “They're gonna be terrible to deal with tomorrow.”
“They insisted it was one sip.” Erwin said solemnly.
“Well, that sure seems like one sip.”
“But seriously though,” Nanaba piped in, shoulders still shaking with the waves of laughter. “Levi’s got all that spunk, but no bitches.”
“Stubborn shortie-” Hange's voice was cut of as they hiccupped
“Shut up. All of you. Please.” Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “
“Point stands. In your mid-thirties, Levi. How long are you going to wait?”
“Why,” He huffed. “Are you people so insistent on analyzing my personal life every damn time? Do you not have anything better to do?”
“Only well wishers.” She gave him a smug smile. “That’s what friends do, they care for each other.”
“No. You just want to give me shit.”
“Well, that too.” She shrugged.
“Iffff—if anything,” Hange stumbled in, rubbing their eyes. She glanced at you pointedly. “You could at least date her. That’d be nice.”
“So I keep telling him.” You feigned a disappointed sigh.
“Don’t fucking egg them on.” He hissed, face heating up at the suggestion. How could they even think it’d work out? He thinks, against the thoughts tugging. Ridiculous. They were ridiculous. You were just as ridiculous. So what does he do with this ridiculous fucking feelin–
“Oh but look,” Hange leaned forward, squinting to watch the two of you, their glasses reflecting off the fire and casting shadows on their face. “ Do mine eyes deceive me or is Ackerman over there blushing?”
“No.” The denial was quick. A little too quick.
“I confirm.” Nanaba smirked. Miche grunted.
“No.”
“Oh, Levi.” Erwin’s eyes glimmered amusement.
“I will hit you. Don’t even go there.”
The roar of laughter only grew louder.
And the night rolled on, the nonsense bickerings and banters continued. Friendly faces and friendly voices, joking and teasing and laughing without a care in the world. Bottles clinked, the firelight glinting on them. At one point, you and Hange started singing some stupid song you’ve heard in the fair, rocking back and forth with the music. And you weren’t certain, but you could swear there was a hint of melody even in the wind blowing by. And it was cold, but with Levi beside you, you were okay. But that was okay, it was okay. More than okay, really. The happiness was overwhelming.
.
“You know,” Hange called out suddenly. They had taken to fully sprawl out on the grass. They’d been quiet a while, and you had thought they must’ve passed out, but appears not.
Everyone turned to look at them.
“This is nice isn’t it?” They mumbled, blinking up to the sky. “I mean, sure, we might die tomorrow, but this is nice. I wouldn’t really mind dying.”
“You know, what would’ve been nice, Hange?” Nanaba said, watching Hange. And despite the words itself, she was smiling. “To not mention death.”
“I know but,” Hange sat up, grinning. “This is not too bad as a last night of your life right? I wouldn’t mind.”
And for a second, no one spoke. Perhaps, it was because all were drunk more or less but that hit harder in that moment. Unsaid words were spoken in silence, the wind carrying the oaths away. And even Levi’s eyes had softened.
Only Hange could say words like that with that face, you thought. You weren’t sad, not really. Because Hange was right. Being a scout meant learning to appreciate every breath you can take, and nights like this were as good as they’d come.
“Aww Hange.” You sighed, grinning back. “Cheesy much? You’re making Levi all squirmy.”
“No, I am not—” Levi’s protests were buried as the group jumped in yet again another session of Levi leg-pulling.
But despite it all, Levi thought.
Pissheads, all of them were. But nevertheless.
He watched you with the corner of his eyes, watching you as you laughed your head off to something Eld said, shoulders shaking, the firelight making your eyes glitter. And you were so close, so close, he could hardly breathe. And the urge to wrap an arm around you, to pull you closer. To feel you against him.Would that be so wrong of him? If he leaned close, would you pull away? But it’s okay, he thinks.
Hange was right.
It’s okay if he dies tomorrow. He wouldn’t really mind.
He didn’t really mind right now either.
He finds it strange that he didn’t really mind it. Any of it.
He didn’t mind Hange or Nanaba or any of them.
He didn’t mind your stupid little jokes, clearly made with the intention to piss him off. He didn’t really mind that you were so close. He didn’t mind that your head on his shoulder. He didn’t mind a lot of things that he thinks he would’ve minded if it was anyone else but you.
He doesn’t really know how it works. He doesn’t like thinking about the strange little feelings in his heart that tugged everytime you smiled, or the way his stomach tightened whenever you flirted with him so casually.
And maybe one day he’ll tell you. Maybe he won’t
Does it matter? Is it not enough to only have you alive and close?
He’s here now. With everyone and with you.
He’s home.
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selarina · 1 year
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maybe I should start writing for aot again
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kyojuuros · 1 month
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Happy Birthday, Eren Yeager! [Mar. 30]
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ampala-yeah · 6 months
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“it’s not what I wanted to leave you behind
(you were the love of my life)”
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chrollohearttags · 7 months
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Eren with a crybaby ass reader 😩😩
ahhh 😩😩 it’s me, I’m the crybaby! But I’d like to think that even though eren can be kinda mean sometimes and it seems like his patience is thin, he lovessss taking care of his lil’ spoiled gf. Like he knows you’re sensitive and the smallest things can upset you so he’s always careful to watch his tongue around you. He never raises his voice and always, ALWAYS calls you by a pet name!..baby, princess, MAMA, angel, that’s all he knows because if he even thinks about using your real name, you shut down, thinking you’ve done something wrong. And he’s gotta spend the next three hours apologizing. Literally babying you back to normalcy. (ofc he goes out and buys you flowers + your favored food as consolation). “You know I could never hate you, mama. Don’t cry, okay?” Wiping your face and kissing your forehead until you’re happy again. If somebody even thinks of bothering you, he’s kicking their shit in, no questions asked. He don’t play about you at all.
and it’s a wholeee other story when he gets you in the bedroom. His attentiveness goes through the roof. He knows you have a baaad habit of crying when you get overstimulated..mainly from riding his thigh through the seat of your panties or when he fingers you slowly whilst y’all are making out. His digits stuffed in that pretty pussy and his tongue shoved in your mouth. “You getting close, mama? Yeah?..” cooing as he watches tears stream down your face. He’s holding your hands, talking you through it the whole time and constantly asking if you’re okay. “Look at me, princess.” “I’m so proud of you, baby. You came so hard..just like I told you.” “You look so pretty taking this dick.” When you’re getting close, his favorite thing to do is cradle the back of your head and bury your face in his chest. “Let it out, baby. Let it go..it’s okay.”
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theorphicangel · 4 months
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“oh! would you look at that Levi, we’re under mistletoe!”
you hold up a small branch over his head as he chops up vegetables for Christmas dinner.
he tuts, swift looking up before focusing on his own task. “I wonder who put that there.” he deadpans.
“do you know what happens next?”
“not a clue.”
“leviiiiiii.” you whine out, still holding the mistletoe out above his head.
he sighs, turning to look at you. there’s a pout that you always love to see across his lips.
“C’mere then.”
the kiss is soft and gentle, your hand holding the mistletoe slowly drops down as Levi’s hands move to your waist. his plump lips are soft as he kisses you. It’s short but sickeningly sweet.
“happy birthday levi.” You say as you part.
“thank you, love.”
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tatakaeeren · 1 year
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Levi Ackerman | A choice with no regrets colored manga 💚
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glassesandswords · 1 year
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Throwback to when Mappa fed us with wholesome Levihan fluff instead of a truckload of pain
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fling-graysons · 6 months
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Since I haven't seen someone do this yet...
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kentosbabes · 1 year
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Hey!! I've been binge-reading your works bc they're all so good, and I especially loved the ex-bf Gojo fic💖Since you're taking requests, I was wondering if you could do something like that with Eren? Thank you in advance if you do end up accepting this!
Heyy tysm I'm glad you like them! Here are some Ex-Bf Eren headcannons <33
lil bit smutty
Ex-Bf Eren who still thinks about you non stop. No one he has met since compares to you so he doesn't even entertain anyone as he's so confident your the one for him. He even brought the same shampoo and conditioner you use just so he can feel close to you.
Ex-Bf Eren who messages you once a week making sure your okay. He knows you wont answer his message but the little seen under his message is enough for him.
Ex-Bf Eren who kept your recipe to your homemade cookies and spends his weekends trying to replicate yours. But no matter how many attempts they are never as good.
Ex-Bf Eren who stalks all of your socials and finds out what your doing and where you are. He's too nervous to go up to you knowing you didn't end on the best terms but he's content with watching you laugh with your friends at the bar, but he cant help but feel jealous and protective of you as he sees other men in the club eye you up.
Ex-Bf Eren who goes to the same club you go to every Friday night so he can see you, and one night when one of the men get too close to you and he can see the uncomfortable expression on your face he's there Infront of you shielding you before punching the guy right in the face and pulling you out of the club.
Ex-Bf Eren who just stare's at you as you shout at him about what just happened. He couldn't care less, he knows you see him every week, he knows you stare at him when he's not looking and he knows you haven't even touched anyone else since you broke up.
Ex-Bf Eren who's now pulling you in by your waist and putting his lips to yours in a slow passionate kiss. You dont protest and kiss him back melting in his grasp and he's smirking at how easy you give into him.
Ex-Bf Eren who has you moaning as his fingers rub on your clothed clit as he drives to his place. The cocky smirk plastered all over his face as he listens to your pleas 'ren please I c-cant' you moan. 'ma you've been ignoring me for months and now you want me to stop? you take what I give you okay?' you can only nod in response as he pulls up into the driveway of his mansion. 'that's my good girl.'
Ex-Bf Eren who happily wakes up in the morning with you cuddling into his side in only one of his hoodies. He moves you so your onto of him and traces shapes into your back listening to your breathes as you sleep.
Ex-Bf Eren who's making breakfast when you walk in rubbing your tired eyes. He rushes over kissing all over your face as you giggle in his arms. 'you still love me baby?' he questions. You know his possessive nature can take over but how could you ever move on from him? His green eyes filled with love as you place his hair in a bun before replying 'always'.
*I hope this was okay :) I made a part 2 here!!
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nerdynuala · 15 days
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Back to some good ol' Levihan because I haven't been drawing them in ages and there's never enough of them
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nobianna · 30 days
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Me cause my timeline is finally filled with the nastiest eren fics known to man
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90ekz · 10 months
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across the map.
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☾ summary: usually onyankapon likes to keep his face shaven and sleek, but once he notices how you can’t keep your eyes off his new facial feature, he has other plans.
☆ tags: black fem reader, chubby reader, facial hair kink (??? idk man), sub!ony for like 2 seconds, overstimulation, porn w small plot, teasing, creampie, p in v, liberal use of “ma” & “mama”, mention of pregnancy, not proofread, vaginal fingering, onyan & y/n are roommates in college, business major onyan <3
♡ a/n: sorry for being gone so long, i’ve literally been so busy 😭😭, but thank y’all for 500 followers !!! the support means the world to me.
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it wasn’t even intentional.
onyankapon had gotten so busy with his classes overseas that he’d slipped up on his weekly shave. he typically didn’t grow facial hair very fast anyway, but all of a sudden his goatee was sprouting like weeds.
he couldn’t figure out why, until he’d locked eyes with the facial serum connie had gifted him for his birthday. dumbass.
in theory, onyankapon should’ve already shaved it. he told himself that he wouldn’t do it the night before his flight, but he really didn’t have time to keep up with that promise.
and he was lazy.
onyankapon tried to ignore it, but everytime he went to touch his face he was reminded of it, and it just made him cringe. he was finally going home to you tomorrow, and he wanted to look perfect for his baby.
when he’d left home three weeks ago, you were so sympathetic and understanding about the lack of time you were gonna have to talk but still a bit somber, knowing your conversations would be reduced to good morning & good night texts.
now, he stood over his hotel room sink, attempting to both not fall asleep and shave at the same time.
it wasn’t working.
“fuck it. not even finna do allat,” he just flicked the bathroom light off, knowing had a long flight in the morning and it was already nearing one in the morning. he just hoped you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable with his stubble.
the next morning, onyankapon felt his lips curl upward when he received a million texts of you being so giddy about him coming home.
sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: BAE
sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: OMG BABY UR COMING HOME 2DAY
sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: HAVE A GOOD FLIGHT BABY ILYSMMMM
the whole flight home, all onyankapon could think of was your plush lips against his and that round ass that he would inevitably be fondling soon. the woman next to him probably thought he was a psychopath from the way he was randomly giggling to himself.
walking off the plane and eventually into the baggage pick up area where he finally saw your face for the first time in almost a month, onyankapon was overwhelmed.
the way your face lit up when you saw him, your body in that pretty little skims dress, god.
he felt like he was in love again for the first time.
you threw yourself into his arms and he was just as excited to see you, but he couldn’t help but kneed the fat of your ass as you kissed him senseless.
“have some shame, we’re in public.”
“can’t help it. my sweet lil’ thing, i missed you…” you gasped as he gripped your ass once more, but not for the reason he thought you did. your eyes had finally zeroed in on his newly bearded face, and you couldn’t help the ache that suddenly appeared downward.
you never saw onyankapon’s facial hair, or rather, he never even gave you the opportunity to see it. as soon as you jokingly commented on how his stubble was tickling you, he was in the bathroom with the door locked while the clippers released a small whirring sound in the background.
you’d always been curious. you liked a lil goatee here and there, but it was never a major turn on or anything.
but on your nigga? yeah, you needed him bad.
he wet his lips as he peered down at you, even giving you a peek of his shiny diamond grill as he smiled at you. you trailed behind him slightly as he led you to your car, trying not to stumble from the heartbeat down below.
“shiiii, slut me out.”
“whatchu say, ma?”
“nun! cmon boy, you walk slow.”
onyankapon let his hands wander the whole drive home. on your thigh, rubbing against your nipples, even rubbing small circles onto your clit at one point.
you two barely got into the house before onyankapon was caging you against the wall and attacking your neck with his teeth. all you could hyperfocus on was the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin.
your hand snaked to rub the sweet spot on his neck, smiling to yourself as he turned to putty. he smiled into your neck, his own hands wandering under the seam of your dress. his eyebrows jumped upward at your wetness.
“fuck.. all this for me mama?” you nod weakly as he immediately pushes two fingers knuckle deep into you, already knowing that you’d been preparing yourself for when he got home.
any words this man was saying to you were barely making it into your ears. anytime onyankapon spoke, you were immediately drawn to his lips and chin, and just how mature he looked.
it was almost sophisticated.
“been gone for so long and you won’t even focus on me. makin’ me sad, baby.” onyankapon breathed out, still a bit in disbelief that you were finally in his arms again. his fingers worked an almost melodic rhythm inside of your cunt, while his palm kept your clit company.
“more—fuck, onyyy,” you couldn’t help but whine out louder as his stubble scratched against your neck once more. the scratch only added to the knot threatening to burst in your stomach.
“shit, get these off mama.” onyankapon tugged at your dress and the panties underneath, silently begging you to get rid of them.
“you nasty.”
“you want me to make you nut or nah?” you just smacked your lips and removed your dress. his eyebrow quirked when you didn’t immediately take off the panties and bra accompanying it, but he dropped to his knees nonetheless.
you shivered at his warm breath ghosting against your clothed pussy. he continued to lap and lick at you, leaving a heavy feeling in your gut.
yet you still wanted more.
you wanted more for the sole purpose of feeling his chin hair scratch and rub against your pussy, your neck, all over you, wherever he wanted.
“c-can you—fuck!” onyankapon just smiled at you, already knowing what you wanted him to do, all you needed to do was beg for it. he just continued his skillful movements, just wanting to tease you for a little longer.
“what can i do for you, my love?”
onyankapon struggled to conceal his laugh, because he expected that you wouldn’t beg to him, not without a lot of coaxing that is.
what he didn’t expect was for you to slip your panties down while he wasn’t looking and stuff his face nose-deep in your cunt without warning. his eyes grew wide as you started shamelessly fucking his face, while he struggled to not choke on his own moans.
between your essence dripping down his chin, the grip on the back of his neck and your whines, onyankapon’s cock found itself getting much stiffer much quicker than he anticipated.
every bump of your clit against his nose against his nose sent a zap to his dick. he just sat and took it, his grip on your thighs tightening so much that he started to wonder if he was gonna break skin.
sex with ony’ wasn’t usually this rough, but three weeks away from each other had your bodies screaming the second you came together again. he really didn’t know how you’d react to seeing him again, but he hadn’t considered that you’d be this dominant.
neither did he think about how much he’d like it.
you pulled him away suddenly, presumably so he could catch his breath. onyankapon could swear that you were talking to him, but his mind was completely gone.
“‘m sorry, mama. ‘shouldn’t have done it, just lemme please you.”
before you could respond, his tongue was roughly digging you out, his grip on your waist being the only thing keeping you on earth. he didn’t stop licking until you’d cum on his tongue twice and were begging him to stop.
“ooh, ony—too much..”
he barely cared, making that known as he continued to press kitten licks to your sensitive hole.
“hey—boy are you even listening to me?” onyankapon gave you a stank look as you pushed him away with your foot. you couldn’t help but laugh at how badly this nigga wanted you.
“i wasn’t done.” suddenly you were being flipped over and onyankapon’s thick cock was laying against the skin of your stomach. he looked just about ready to rip you apart.
he gave your clit a few taps before pushing home, the action making your eyes roll back. he didn’t hesitate to slam himself into you roughly back to back, the meat of your ass slamming against his balls.
onyankapon began to kiss on your neck, and smirked into the crook of it when he felt your cunt spasm around him.
“missed you so much ony—needed t-this..”
“fuck, missed you so much more.. such a good girl…” his thrusts only sped up as you whined his name louder and louder with each kiss his cock placed against your cervix. his grip on your waist was tight enough to leave bruises, as he latched onto you like he was afraid you’d slip away from him.
without any warning, onyankapon strokes his fingers against your clit, and your losing your mind while cumming on his cock. he just coos at you, wondering what he did to deserve you. the overstim quickly sets in though, and you’re not-so quietly begging him to slow down.
“shhh, i know you can give me one more ma, i know you can…”
‘one more’ turned into two, three, and eventually four drawn out orgasms, all sprayed onto onyankapon’s lower abdomen. fuckin’ liar. “mmhm, want me to nut in you mama? want this mini-me in you, yeah?” all you could do is nod weakly as he pumped you full, his thrusts finally slowing. your eyes cracked open to see him smirking down at you while he languidly stroked your cheek to make sure you were still with him.
“you so cute. you still with me?”
“mmm.”
onyankapon just smirked as he got some things to wipe you up with. after a few minutes, you finally started to sit up and recover, only to get an immediate attitude with him.
“i can’t believe i let you nut in me,” you mumbled as he turned on the newest episode of General Hospital. he just laughed at you, not being worried considering you’re on birth control.
“you’re so into the beard, you woulda begged me to anyway.” you just scoffed before walking to the bathroom to pee, knowing that he was right but not wanting to admit it.
“i was not.”
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fate221 · 3 months
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my last single braincell made it and I’m not sorry
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atlas-and-the-time · 2 years
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Right-hand man
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chrollohearttags · 4 months
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I heard you wanted some muscian Eren thirst so I'll do my best:
What if Ms. YN (back before she & Eren got matching/couple tattoos) got a custom temporary tattoo of her man's name & placed it like a tramp stamp? What if that night when she's performing with her crew she posts some spicy pics flashing the fake tattoo waiting for Eren to notice.
What if he noticed & when she gets home home & starts to undress she feels his hand travel up her body, bending her over the counter as he lifts her shirt to see his name just above her ass? Now YN's gone & awaken his need to mark her. Poor thing, she didn't expect him to damn near break her but she plans to surprise him with a cute lil permanent "E" on her ankle if this is the reaction a fake tattoo got. She ends up walking funny the next day for sure.
OMG BABES!! you’re an absolute genius 😭 I love this so bad chdkhdkd
because imagine…you’re on tour, traveling the country or it’s your first time performing internationally. Either way, you’ve been apart from Eren for quite some time. Although dancing on stage and living the dream with your girls is amazing, you miss your husband! Neither of you are strangers to extended periods of separation due to work. Long nights on the road, weeks at a time in different locations that wasn’t the home you shared together. It admittedly took its toll, in many forms…
“Yes, baby..I miss you too. I miss you so much..”
“So come home already. Please, (y/n)..I need you.”
the shrill cries and whiny pleas spilling from your beloved, EJ. The sound of the mega star rapper’s moans pouring from your phone’s speakers as he stroked himself on the end. That tight fist enclosed around his cock as he played the very vivid imagery of your previous nights together in his mind. It was quite apparent that he wasn’t taking too kindly to his wife being thousands of miles away from him. Watching you vicariously through a phone screen as he surveyed that beautiful body. Once twirling on the pole half nude and shrouded in glitter and now, completely naked and on full display for him. So egregiously horny with no shame for his blatant submission. Drooling and bucking his hips up into his enclosed fingers..
“Baby..I can’t..soon as I get home though. You know imma take care of you, daddy. Imma give you what you need..”
a statement he intended for you to follow through on. Because in the days since that very salacious phone call, he’d hand nothing but time and unbridled obsession on his hands..carefully surveying and watching your Instagram account like that of a hawk. Breaking his very own conditions on social media just to get a peak of his princess..his gorgeous wife who was fresh off of a performance with one of his respected ‘colleagues’, who’d joined the tour as well. Spinning around that metal pole with six inch Pleasers twirling in the air. A sight that he loved to witness. But alas, Eren would be met with another one. One far more savory and the catalyst for his greed and lust. The same greed and lust he’d undoubtedly take out on you the second you touched down back at the shared Miami estate!..
“You gonna give me what I need, right? That’s what you said?..so do it, give me that fucking pussy!”
tearing and ripping you out of your clothes before you could even so much as reach the staircase! Folding you over the kitchen counter with a rough hand scaling the curvature of your back. His open palm smacking roughly against your plump ass with heavy slaps…he was relentless! However, the reason for his sudden aggression wasn’t just the fact that he missed you. No!..but rather, the aforementioned sight had awoken something serious in him. The need to make love..the need to mark and claim you like that of a primal animal!
“..Rennn! Okaaay, fuck! Take it, please..”
because what he saw was a rather interesting piece of ink riddling your skin. A tattoo…and one of his name to be more specific! Something he was blissfully unaware that you had obtained. The fact alone that you had did so and behind his back nonetheless had Eren ready to pound that that tight pussy and fill it with every spilling drop of his cum until you couldn’t even walk straight. “You’re so sneaky, baby. I like that shit..didn’t think I’d see it, did you?” taunting mercilessly as he begins to rut his hips into your backside. The thunderous claps of your asscheeks against his pelvis with fluid yet deep strokes, one sharper than the next. All you could do was maintain that perfect arch and grasp for the marble countertop with all your strength to bear the sharp thrusts. But it wasn’t a reaction of misery. You loved it! You loved seeing him become so riled up at the thought of having you stamped with his seal. Clawing his fingernails into your waist and tugging you back with sharp gasps hissing in your ear.
“Tell me it’s mine, baby. Let daddy know who that shit belongs to..” the pure sex appeal dripping from his voice like that of honey. But he didn’t have to take your word for it. Because after countless rounds of rough and filthy lovemaking in every inch of the house. Taking you from the kitchen, the staircase and even the upstairs balcony for all the nights of pent up sexual frustration, you’d find yourself stumbling lopsidedly to the tattoo parlor. The shop where he’d gotten countless pieces on his own body done. Sitting upright in a chair as the artist engraved a single capital ‘E’ on your skin; right next to the diamond tennis anklet with his initials on it. Simply smirking at the thought of his reaction…and you didn’t have to wait long. Because nightfall would come around and you’d find yourselves engaging in another bout of steamy sex. This time in the comfort of your bedroom with R&B faintly thumping from the TV..pale red lighting illuminating the room and his chiseled body hovering over you. Placing tender kisses along your calf as he hoisted your leg up to his shoulder. Those movements getting lower as his rings grazed your skin. He’d whisper sweet nothings to compliment those pecks, telling you how beautiful you were but his reaction would turn from merely elated to all but ecstatic when he spotted it…
“You like it?..”
being met with a toothy smirk and the faint glint of his silver slugs on the bottom row of his teeth staring back at you. That was most certainly an understatement because he’d prove to you just how much he loved seeing you rock his name. Both physically and metaphorically..
“..that’s my girl..”
and soon, everyone else would too!
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