about: A week to celebrate specific kinks/concepts for Eremika. This event is mainly for fanfics, for now. We will also accept aesthetics, mood boards, edits, headcanons etc.
how does it work: the fest is organized as a mashup between a kink meme and a theme week. We've received a total of 18 dark prompts that can be filled, with 7 themes matching the days of the week. You can choose to fill a prompt if you like, or write something for the themes, or do both, or just do whatever you like! feel free, do whatever, have fun! Just remember to tag @emdarkfics so we can reblog your submission :)
to my dear eremikas: as i mentioned earlier I would like to manifest an nsfw fanzine, a home to everything taboo and erotic and kinky. pls fill this interest check if this sounds interesting to u!
reblogs are appreciated (even if you’re not personally interested)!! and if you have any questions hmu 🤙
We want to build a shrine for the degenerates, a haven for the freaks, an ode to the twisted eremika soul. We want to combine the perfect Er
they’re on eren’s porch, the boy holding a cigarette between his right hand’s fingers as his left hand’s fingers gently stroked through mikasa’s short, dark-toned hair. the girl’s head rested on eren’s rugged thigh, mikasa really having no choice in the matter as she obeyed eren’s simple command of come here, mika. i wanna play with your hair.
“what do you mean?” mikasa absentmindedly questioned eren’s words. her willowy, pale-toned fingers toyed with a loose thread from eren’s black cargo pants, distracting the girl from what the boy above her had to say.
“any boys called you pretty?” his clarifying words uttered.
“no,” mikasa austerely responded. her nose was suddenly met with the sudden scent of burnt ash. without looking up, mikasa was cognizant that eren had taken another pull from his cigarette. “even if any had,” the girl began, her voice flowing with an indifferent tone. “why would you care?”
eren’s tough, lengthy fingers gripped slightly tighter on mikasa’s locks.
“it’s my job to care,” he huffed, taking another puff from his cig. “you filled out this summer. i’m just worried other boys are gonna take advantage of you.”
“they’re not,” mikasa replied rather solemnly. “boys don’t notice me, so you have nothing to worry about.”
his hold on her loosened. “good,” he purred. “you don’t even need to be talking to boys, miks. the way they think about girls, god, i don’t want you getting yourself in trouble with them.”
“i know,” mikasa finds herself replying. “you tell me this all the time, eren.”
“shh,” eren hummed, his fingers returning to petting mikasa’s coiffure. “i’ll keep reminding you as long as i want.”
they grew quiet, the sounds of songbirds chirping and the rubber tires of the occasional car crunching against the graveled road filled the tranquil ambiance of the young adults.
mikasa grew drowsy, her flushed cheek rubbed against the rigid material of eren’s cargos while her eyes began to shut blissfully because of the boy’s careful caress on her.
abruptly, mikasa recalled a piece of information that had occurred just hours earlier.
“hey, eren,” she slurred, her state the result of relaxed sluggishness. “i have a party tonight. i mean, i got invited to a party. for tonight.”
“oh, yeah?” his timbre low and playful. “who’s party, baby?”
mikasa, who was too out of it to notice the affectionate nickname, lucidly answered eren with a name. “reiner braun’s.”
the girl found herself being jolted awake, a sharp pain emerging from her scalp caused mikasa to squeal.
“eren!” she shrieked, her head forcefully lifted off the boy’s comfortable lap. eren’s grip on her hair made mikasa meet his eyes, his hardened, vexed stare connected with her pain-induced squinting eyes.
“are you fucking joking?” eren growled, his sharp, gritting teeth peeked through his uneven, plump lips as he demonstrated his indignation. “you’re not going to that fucking party.”
“that’s not fair,” mikasa whined, finding some courage to voice her chagrin as she looked eren in his eyes. “you kept me cooped up in the house all summer, eren. i’m eighteen, and it’s still hot out. if i wanna go out, i’ll go out.”
eren’s gaze softened, his clutch on mikasa’s hair loosened just a bit.
“miks,” he began, his smooth voice rolling off his tongue like sweet honey. “oh, miks, you just don’t get it.”
“what?” mikasa questioned gently, her head cocked and her dark eyebrows furrowed at the sudden sweetness that oozed from the boy.
“boys like… braun,” he began, his right hand’s fingers flicking his cigarette away as he pushed back some of mikasa’s tresses that settled on her reddened cheeks. “they’ll see pretty girls like you and just, lose control. i don’t want you getting hurt, mika. do you want something bad to happen to you?”
“no,” mikasa obediently replied, her bottom lip sticking out as she softly shook her head.
“do you want me to be worried sick about you all night, miks? wondering if you’re okay or if he hurt you?”
“no, eren.”
“so you won’t go to that party, baby?”
“no, no i’ll stay home.”
eren smiled, his delicate eyes twinkling as his nose widened because of his smile. only a corner of his lips were raised, a smirk ever so smartly presented on his beautiful, benevolent face. but if anyone knew eren, just enough to where they could read him diligently, they would know that his smirk was anything but altruistic.
“good girl,” he praised, his fingers released mikasa’s hair as he allowed her head to rest on his lap once more. he gently combed through her silky locs, his throat humming as he lulled the girl to sleep.
“you don’t need to go anywhere,” he whispered, his grin blossoming as eren watched mikasa’s eyelids flutter shut under his doting care. “spend tonight with just me, baby. just you and me.”
“yes, eren,” mikasa mumbled, her vision obstructed by the sights of a violet-colored darkness underneath her eyelids. “just you and me.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
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She looks up at him with big watery grey eyes, plump lip quivering and downturned into a pout as she whispers the feared words, “Dr. Yeager, can you fix me?”
She looks utterly fuckable in that moment, and he thinks Dr. Yeager could sound a lot like ‘Daddy’ if he really wanted it to.
No, it’s not a conscious decision at all, because there’s no fucking way he could ever refuse this pretty girl, begging for his help, basking in his undivided attention, her every hope and desire pinned on him.
He’s going to fix her alright, make her perfect, just for him.
or
Mikasa and her Daddy issues vs. Eren and his manipulative therapizing
thinking about a no titans au where mikasa's mom is the one who's saved by eren and adopted by the jaegers. eren and her grow up together like brother and sister. <3 mikasa ends up being born and she becomes the apple of eren's eye. his lil baby niece. <3 who he would do anything for. <3
in public with my hand over my mouth you are insane how do u even think of these things
anyways little baby precious niece mikasa 🥺
cw: pseudocest, uncle/niece incest
truly idk my brain is a hellscape but i am at least having a nice time
the BABIEST!!!!! he never gets married; he's kind of an off-putting guy. way too intense for most people and hard-headed too. but he is the softest for his little niece mikasa. her mom gets mad at him for spoiling her rotten. she always comes back from uncle eren's house buzzing from candy and with so many new toys. since he doesn't have a family of his own, he doesn't have anyone else to spend his doctor's salary on. and when mikasa's parents die in a horrible accident and she has nowhere else to go, eren adopts her without thinking. he always promises his adopted sister that he'd raise her daughter as his own if anything ever happened to her. of course, he never realized that this would mean that his adopted sister's daughter would be living with him as she went through puberty. <3 and became one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen. <3
“I know. I just…can I hold it Eren? I’m here with you and for you so let me hold you dick while you get some relief. Please.”
WC: 3.4k
CW: kind of piss kink???😅, plenty of horny thoughts
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For a third time, Mikasa’s grip tightened around Eren as he shifted on their comfy couch again. They were spending the night in, just being with each other which was just what she needed lately.
To be completely honest, she wanted to fuck. Mikasa wanted to shove her man down into the cushions and ride his dick until he was groaning messing filling her cunt with warm, cakey cum. It was taking everything now, not to edge her painted fingernails closer and closer to his cock and coax his fat length to its fullest.
Her baby would definitely have no problems with it at all. If she asked or so much as hinted that she wanted him, he would be ready and willing. The thought had her readjusting this time and then wincing, the soreness bringing back the memory of why she couldn’t just lift herself over him and take him right there on the couch or suggest they abandon the movie to watch a better one in their special room.
It wouldn’t be a good idea to start something she couldn’t finish.
She had over done it last night and going in hard on today’s stream didn’t help either, but Eren had left her such a big tip, Mikasa couldn’t not do anything special for him on camera; and now her pussy was sore and overworked and she wanted to work it some more by having her man’s big hands grab her by the back of her head, roughly shove her face into the couch seat and take what he wanted from her always open for him cunt.
Eren shifted a fourth time, trying to pull away but stopping short again when she held fast. His scent, musky and earthy, rubbed off on her cheek as she snuggled deeper into his side. The thought of how much muskier it was when she was pressed into his groin, Eren’s pubic hairs scratching up the soft pores of her face, his thick cock pulsing in her throat as it made her go red with lack of oxygen. Mikasa suddenly found her mouth full with an excess of saliva.
When he gripped her hair tightly like that, forcing her to choke his entire length down, she had no control of the spit that coated his cock, wet his balls, and slowly slid through the hairs on his thighs. It never mattered if tears blurred her vision. Mikasa could always tell when Eren’s head was thrown back and writhing, those deep and needy moans making her pussy ache for him as much as her jaw would.
Maybe that was what she needed. To yank down shorts and suck his dick with everything she had in her. Could she get off from his pleasure alone? Could she have some sort of internal spiritual orgasm from tasting his cum on her taste buds and feeling it slide, hot and wet, down her throat? Before she could decide it if she wanted to give it a try, Eren was moving again, this time not taking the hint that he wasn’t meant to leave her arms.
“I have to use the bathroom, babe. Let me up.” His palms slightly damp from heat oven they created squeezed at her arm but didn’t move her.
“No.”
“C’mon, Mika. I really need to pee.”
“I’m comfy. Hold it.” If she wanted something of him, Eren would do it if asked.
“B -but, I have been holding it.” She simply hummed in response feeling his grip grow firmer as expected. “Babe.” Yeah, he often folded to what she wanted, but what she wanted right then was him and if the brat card was played any longer, he would do what they wanted and make her move. Eren having to make her do something always left her thighs sticky. It left bruises and welts on her limbs and breast.
It left her pussy quivering with exhaustion from the abuse it had suffered at his cock. The stinging heat of her ass made it hard to lay anywhere but her stomach. “Babe.” She could only be a bit of a brat tonight. Releasing him as he sat up, Mikasa looked at her loves face, the slight crease to his brow indicating how much he needed to relieve himself, but she stopped him one more time as he made to get up.
“Wait.”
“What, Mika?” His attention was already leaving, eyes shifting to the direction of the powder room.
“I want to go with you.” That gave him pause, attention back where she loved it to be most and the pout to her lips grew. It wasn’t necessary, but it was fun.
“To the use the toilet?” The nod of affirmation only confused Eren more. “Love, I’m just going down the hall for less than two minutes.”
“But I wanted to stay with you and if you insist on leaving then I want to go with you too.” Sometimes she couldn’t always read husband or tell what he was thinking but Mikasa was learning and the slight pinkening of his ears had her heart fluttering the slightest bit.
“And you’re just gonna stand there and watch me piss?” As if she could catch sight of the cock she adored and not touch.
“Well, I was thinking I could help.” Green eyes darted down to the cleavage hanging lose as she shifted to her knees.
“Help? I know what to do with my dick, that includes when taking a piss.”
“I know. I just…can I hold it Eren? I’m here with you and for you so let me hold you dick while you get some relief. Please.”
“You really wanna do that for me,” he responded after only a few beat of silence.
“Very much.”
“Alrighty, c’mon.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, baby. Let’s good.”
“Yay!” Despite him being the one that had to go, Mikasa beat him to the hall bathroom, scampering in, flicking the light on, and waving her arms over their typical white commode as if it were something magical she’d made appear. Eren’s smile brightened her own as he took his place in front of the porcelain bowl, thumbs hooking in the waistband of his shorts, expression trying to hide a hesitant anticipation. Her hands on his stayed him from pulling the shorts down the small bit needed. “Hold on.”
“Changed your mind?”
“No,” she said pointedly, and his wilted grin turned back up. “Let me do it. Don’t do anything, I’ll take care of it all.” And his blush deepened, and her heart fluttered harder when she held his gaze as she sank to the fluffy white rug she added to the room with his bottoms in hand. His tan skin was warm under her lips that slid from his hip and down the muscles of his thigh, fine hairs tickling her face as she went.
Of course, they were there for a reason, but Mikasa couldn’t help but take a second to let her painted nails tickle at his ankles and trail softly up and down his calve while she gave the expanse not far below his naked hip a few nuzzles of her head.
“Keep doing that and I might not be able to go.” She really wanted to keep doing it, especially liking how his hand rested on her smooth black hairs.
“Should I stay down here?” His leg was a solid pillar for her to hang on to as her eyes finally drifted to his cock sitting so pretty and straining not to twitch to life over a heavy mono sack. It was nearly level to her face, almost perfectly placed to be sucked on and adored as it should be and sliding her hands up to his strong thighs, so so close to what she wanted, was the best place for Mikasa to hold on so her aching pussy could find a place to rub against him at.
It only hurt a little bit rubbing her cunt on his foot like this, not enough to stop her hips pelvis from rolling shamelessly. It felt good seeing it twitch, feeling his grip on her hair tighten, licking at his thigh and pretending it was his cock.
“Maybe it would be better if you stood up, Mikasa.” The motion and view was quickly rendering her breathless and it was only the stinging yanking of her hair to look back up at him that stopped her from humping his leg. She wanted it bad, wanted him so badly. “Stand up, babe. Can’t have you getting splashed.”
“I don’t mind.” Would it be the same as his cum on her?
“Yeah? You don’t mind getting a little wet for me.” The grip on her hair released and traveled down to caress her chin and cheek, to thumb at her lip, the tip getting wet in her mouth but gone before she could close in on it.
“No, not for you.”
“My perfect wife is so sweet to me.” The words were soft and reverential and transformed the flutters into full on palpitations. “I still think you should stand up, love.” And Mikasa did while finding places on him to keep contact with, clinging to him still, hands coming to a stop on his ass and right above that pretty cock. “Good girl.”
“Tell me what to do,” Mikasa whispered, for some reason suddenly nervous.
“It’s easy,” he chuckled softly. “Just hold my dick like you normally would and point down towards the water. That’s all baby, I’ll do the rest.” Hers finger brushed the soft ballsack to wrap around his cock. Even soft, it was heavy in her hand. “Just like that. Now lift just a little bit more for me. No – that’s too mu – Mikasa.”
“But you said hold it like I normally would and I would never hold your cock without giving it some love, Eren. I love you.” She nestled up to him again, pressed into him just like they had been on the couch, except this time, Mikasa stood behind her husband, gently stroking his cock, the veiny foreskin tugging back and forth with her movements.
“I know y – you do; we’re made for each other, but I can’t pee like this.” He tried reaching back for her, but she dodged him then pressed closer, breast squishing against his wide back, scent once again taking her head, determined to not be separated from him ever.
“Why not? It’ll be a little messy but cleaning up shouldn’t be a problem for me. You know I’m good at cleaning up.” His girth sliding in her fingers was divine. Mikasa loved the feeling, she loved just feeling it and Eren…
“Because you’re gonna make me hard, and I c-can’t – Fuck…” She could reach around his trim waist and grab at his balls. Wetting her lips, her hand folded around them, juggling and massaging them just the way her loved liked. Both her hands moved in tandem, his cock quickly filling with blood. “Baby,” he sighed.
“Yes,” she answered in kind.
“Don’t do this.” But the hand he placed on her wrist was merely there, doing nothing to stop her from jerking his cock over the toilet bowl.
“I can’t help myself, Eren. I can’t.” She kissed his back through the fabric of his tee, feeling his muscles tensing, his hips fighting the urge to thrust forward and just fuck into her hand. Sighing herself, the tingling in her nipples was growing at his excitement and increasing her own.
“Shit, you know what you do to me, Mika.” Yet it was him that was doing this to her. Lips caught in her teeth, she bit down hard at feeling those first droplets of precum beading from the plump tip. His arousal smeared warm over her fingers and she returned it to him, massaging it into the now pulsing veins of cock. Eren’s bare ass clenched against her as he finally gave in, hips jerking forward as she stroked him up. He was always so responsive to her and now was no different with his breathing going raged, each in and out of harsh breath picking up to match the increasing tempo of her hand. “Ha – fuck baby.”
“Am I doing it good? You like when I take care of your gorgeous cock like this, don’t you Eren?” It was a statement. It was a question too – one that he answered correctly as his abdomen was starting to bend to the pleasure. Leaving the heavy sack she loved to hold in her mouth, that hand caught him just above his belly button.
“Love feeling you on me, M – Mika. Got the prettiest hands, the s – sexiest fingers. Keep touching me. Just like this.” She stroked harder, her breath becoming just as scarce as his at the lovely words.
“Yeah? Love when I stroke your cock like this? When I rub at you head like this? You love it, Eren? You really love it?” The need to touch herself had never been greater then in this moment seeing her husband fall forward and have to catch himself on the upper part of the toilet just from the pleasure she was giving him.
“S – so perfect – mmh. H – how can I – I not, baby? My perfect w-wife is gonna – haa – make me c-cum – uhhh…” He wasn’t lying, Mikasa could feel the impending orgasm in the way his abs tightened, in the throbbing of his cock, the veins that ran along her pumping digits threatening to pop, the subtle thrusting of his hips. This was her absolute favorite part and now was no different despite the awkward position, despite the extra effort it took to stay close enough to keep pumping his length, following that beautiful curve and gathering more precum.
Eren’s moans were getting louder. The sounds that filtered from her mouth were simply a response. His breathing was getting sharper and more stuttered. The clenching and unclenching of his wide back muscles and his ass were timed with the fluttering of her pussy. She was no doubt soaked through her little shorts.
“Mgh – gonna cum!” His cock jumped hard in her hands and Mikasa let go, turning Eren just enough and dropping to a knee in time to feel a warm glob of cum hit her cheek; but that wasn’t where she wanted it. Mouth falling open, her head titled to catching the next shot, adjusting when it her chin, and finally getting a mouth full of fresh, piping hot cum on her tongue.
He tasted so good, so wonderfully salty and tangy. Her tastebuds were coated before she swallowed and opened her lips again, greedily seeking the source and taking his messy cock in hand then in mouth. She didn’t need the entire thing inside. All Mikasa needed was the tip to suck out any cum that might be left. Her lips stimulated the sensitive skin, his gruff voice the perfect soundtrack to make love to his head and eat his cum.
Mikasa mouthed at his throbbing cock until there was nothing left, until it had calmed again, and gone soft; until he was whining about the sensitivity, about still needing to pee; but just like before she didn’t want to let go. She never wanted to let go of him. It was half a thought in her mind, to just let it happen, to let Eren pee in her mouth, the thought of it being hot like his cum only serving to add to her never-ending arousal for this man – for her husband. Maybe she wanted to know what it was like. A second thought shouldn’t be ignored.
“Mikasa. That’s enough.” It wasn’t the words themselves, but the command in his tone that made her pull away from the place she worshipped and end her nursing. He was moving before she could fully get out of the way. Knowing what he was turning to do made her scramble, eager to still fill her original purpose for accompanying him to the restroom in the first place. She had to knock his hand out of the way and hold his gaze above hers when he fixed her with that look as if she were about to do something else against his wishes.
But she was not supposed to start something she couldn’t finish. Her pussy, not matter wet and in need it was, would not make it to the end of any type of fucking and how lame would that be.
“Go ahead and let it out, baby. I got you. I’ll control myself this time.” It took a few long moments for him to confirm her sincerity, but once he had, Eren pulled up his shirt and found the top of her head again. Fascination took her momentarily as a few droplets snuck out and dripped down, combining and growing until they were at full pressure. A shudder rolled through Mikasa at the long, low moan of relief that wilted Eren’s chest as the steady golden stream arced from the tip of his penis and splashed into the bowl.
Any tension left in his body melted away with the piss that left him and Mikasa didn’t know if it was hot because it was hot or because she was already extraordinarily horny for Eren, but she tried her best not to shift in aroused discomfort and the stream began to lessen, pressure trickling down until it was just the few droplets it started with.
“Now give it a little shake, nice and gentle.” His soft directions were easy to follow and soon she was reluctant let him go, albeit with the care he deserved, and pull up his shorts, covering his ass and cock once more. “Good job, baby.”
The praise did nothing to help her predicament and neither did him pressing a kiss onto her cheek right in the still wet spattering of cum, to her lips where she could taste his saliva and excretion together. As much as she liked to provoke him, Mikasa loved to please him too. Suddenly, she was on Eren again, hugging him tightly.
“I’ll do better next time.”
“What are you talking about? That was perfect, just like you.” His green eyes looked down at her softly, the love in them pushing her need to fuck him around in her mind, not certain if it should go to the background or push impossibly closer at the forefront.
“I got sidetracked and made you wait longer. I wanna try again next time to just do it first, then get you sidetracked. I just love you so much I can’t stop myself; you make me so crazy, Eren.”
“You love me, sweet girl?”
“More than anything!” She did. Not a day had gone by that Mikasa wasn’t thankful for his sudden appearance in her life.
“Then we can try again tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? We have to wait until tomorrow? Why?” He didn’t answer, instead moving in her grip and wetting a paper towel under the faucet. It wasn’t even her intention to be a brat when she turned her face to dodge his cleaning effort. “Eren, why?” His hand coming up to grip the juncture of her head and neck left her unable to escape the wet cloth again, and he cleaned his drying cum from her pout. It wasn’t until he finished that he answered.
“Because I kind of want you to prove it to me, baby. I can’t ask you tonight, not when that divine cunt of yours is feeling poorly, but tomorrow,” he whispered against her lips, “when it’s all healed up, I’m gonna take you into my special room, and make sure I leave it worse than I found it.” Her pussy was suddenly sparking, positively sparking. “I’ll show you just how much my dick loves that cunt of yours by tearing it apart. I’ll make sure it’s well used and that pretty shade of red that suits it best.
“It will be so swollen your legs won’t be able to close, love.” It pulsed at the promise, clenching and unclenching. “And when the place I’m completely smitten with has been gifted with so much cum it can’t take anymore, we’ll see if you can crawl your way into this bathroom and prove to me you can help me pee better than you did today just like you’re said you would. How does that sound, sweet girl?”
It sounded like her shorts getting soaked. It felt liquid, warm and cloudy, rolling down her leg to wet the tiled floor.
warnings: nsfw, possessiveness, eren calls himself mikasa’s bro to tease her but they’re not related, can be seen as a toxic relationship
eren's always been possessive, for as long as mikasa could remember.
but ever since his parents left them alone at the house for the summer, he's been exceeding normal expectations of his suffocating behavior. going from protective to this personal bodyguard she doesn't remember ever asking for.
like right now for example, she just wanted to be a normal eighteen year old and have fun for once. fun as in going to the annual pool party reiner braun throws every time his parents are out of town. she's finally been invited after three years of being in the shadows at that high school and of course eren has to come and ruin this.
where the fuck are you
where are you
she ignores him, trying to ignore the burning desire inside of her to immediately respond and send the address.
he's going to be angry when she goes back, probably going to sit on the yard with a cigarette in between his fingers while he stares deadly at the street until her car pulls up, just to intimidate her even more. but she's been following his stupid rules all summer and she's tired, she just wants to do something that isn't pleasing eren or eren pleasing her. an eren free night.
is it that hard to ask for?
apparently it is. she scoffs, hand clenching the bottle of beer in her hand as she watches the jackass himself stalk up to the jacuzzi she's been warming herself in for the past twenty minutes.
the harsh look in his eyes tells her he's not in the mood for any arguments, she's seen that look many times in the past few years and has known never to challenge it. she expects him to yank her out of the tub, in front of everyone and drive back to the house. embarrassing her is his specialty after all.
instead, he wordlessly takes off his shirt and gets in the tub, right next to her. mikasa's cheeks blush furiously as his shoulder touches her, the hot weather making their skin stick together.
she doesn't know why reiner decided bringing out the jacuzzi in the middle of july would be a good idea but she didn't question it, nor did she protest when him and his friends dragged her into it.
she regrets that now, seeing the thinly veiled look of fury on eren's face as he stares down reiner who's on the other side of them both. he's drinking his beer, mindlessly chatting with the girl next to him until he sees eren. "yeager?" his eyes widen, chuckling. "since when do you come to parties?”
mikasa doesn't think before bringing the bottle up to her lips to take a much needed sip but of course, of course eren feels the need to suddenly snatch the bottle from her before even one drop can touch her tongue. he carelessly throws it to the grass, gaze fixating on mikasa who tries everything in her power to ignore it. reiner leans back, eyebrows raised before sighing. "come to collect your pet, i see." he slurs, a bit tipsy.
his pet?
is that what she's known as?
of course, the only thing missing is for eren to piss on her and claim his territory.
he's made it pretty obvious over the past couple of years, ever since mikasa came to live with him and his family that she belonged to him.
"leave, braun." eren finally says, surprisingly with a nonchalant tone.
reiner stares at him for just a few more seconds before putting his hands up in surrender, "just thought she needed a break from your grip. and obviously she did." he gloats, getting out of the tub with the girl he's with. he doesn't spare eren one last look before they're walking off into the house.
she wants to say something, she should but it seems her brain has forgotten the ability to speak. eren runs his fingers through his hair, jaw flexing in annoyance as he leans back. "well, are you having fun?"
her hands clench and unclench in the water, "well not anymore." she finally sneers which was obviously a big mistake but he doesn't seem to mind, only letting out a slight laugh.
"well i'm glad." he nods. "it's nice to see you letting loose." he brings his finger up to her bikini strap, pulling it and letting it slap back against her skin.
she refrains from flinching, "don't be weird."
"why not? don't want people seeing how much big brother eren can please you?"
she scoffs, getting up to leave but he grabs her by the wrist, pulling her back down. but instead of her ass contacting with the tub again, she lands on his thigh. a bit of water getting on her face from the manhandling to which eren gladly wipes the droplets away from. mikasa feels like digging up a hole and throwing herself in it, quickly looking around to see if anyone's stare is on them. "you're not my brother."she seethes, icy glare on him as he grabs her hands, placing them around his neck.
"well, we have been living together for the past ten years. we're practically family, sis."
he's doing it on purpose, always bringing that up to deliberately mess with her. they're not related, never will be so why does she feel so guilty whenever they do things like that? it's not like she can help the way she feels, the way he makes her feel. it's not anything illegal but the shame still courses through her as eren puts his big hands around her waist, angling her body until her pussy is directly on his thigh.
she bites her lip to keep a whimper from coming out as he drags her body down. he was so big, everything about him was which made it easier. easier to hold mikasa down and rut against her clit. it's not like she was protesting anyways, even though doing this in public was the absolute last thing she wants. but no one seems to notice, too busy getting high or drunk. she hopes.
fuck she hopes there's not a viral video of them doing this on the internet tomorrow. she can already see the title. slut teen gets felt up by step bro. or something cringy like that. no matter how stupid it'll still ruin her reputation and mental health for the time being. but eren doesn't seem to care about the gigantic possibility of someone watching them right now.
or maybe he does, maybe the pervert is getting off on it. it seems like he is as little sighs of pleasure escape his lips, he'd always say just seeing her like this would always be enough to get him off.
mikasa bites her lip even harder, not wanting him to see how good this feels even though he can read her like a book.
he doesn't like that, bringing his finger up and pressing it down on her bottom lip. her mouth is forced open, tongue shifting around his finger.
it's only when her cunt gets pressed down even harder against his muscles that mikasa lets out a tiny whine, he forces his thigh against her, grinding against her sensitive bud. "e—eren."
"look at you, hasn't even been five minutes and already coming undone."
and he's right. she's already moving her hips on her own accord now, his hands around her waist just for decoration. rushing the rhythm she's set so this can all be over already, the humiliation is running through her veins but so is the arousal.
“is that why you came here? in that skin tight trash you call a bikini? did you just want me to follow you like a lost dog and put you in your place?” his hand grips the back of her neck, forcing her flushed face into the crook of his own neck.
she finally allows herself to moan, the sound muffled. “f—i’m gonna...i need to...” she can’t bring herself to say it. “not here.” she shakes her head.
she can’t cum in reiner braun’s jacuzzi, the reiner braun. she’ll never live it down. and what if he finds out? he’ll no doubt tell the entire school which will lead to mikasa buying herself a plane ticket and getting the hell out of this town. “i—i’m going—eren i’m going to cum!” she pants into his ear, fingers digging into his shoulders to try and get him to stop.
but it only spurs him on, flexing his thigh underneath her until tears are gathering in her eyes. “then do it.” his whisper is filled with malice as he plants a soft kiss on her earlobe. “you know you want to.”
“no i don’t! j—just let me—oh god!” she cries out, feeling seconds away from release. people have to be watching, they have to be. but she refuses to see for herself, burying her head on his chest as tears stream down her face.
“it’s okay. just cum all over my thigh sweetheart, it’ll feel nice.” he laughs like the bastard he is.
“s—stop! i can’t do this h—here.” she groans, a bit of drool falling down her chin. it feels so good. his thick thighs under her most intimate area, rubbing and grinding against it just makes her want to find a toe curling release. but she can’t. she can’t. “i’m sorry!” her brain finally registers what he wants from him.
an apology. for defying him and coming here. she has to apologize like she was actually in the wrong, like she wasn’t just enjoying life away from the possessive prick in front of her right now. she should feel angry but can’t, physically can’t. all she wants to do is go home and cuddle into her sheets right now and she hates how she wants him in that picture, his hands around her body as they cuddle on the twin bed. she’s pathetic. so she apologies again just to make sure he heard. “i’m sorry eren, please.” she whimpers, eyes still closed. she wouldn’t dare open them right now and probably won’t until she’s back in the car or house.
he laughs again, moving faster than before causing choked little gasps to escape her mouth. her muscles tighten, already anticipating the sheer humiliation the next couple of seconds will bring. but then he stops.
just stops moving all together, tight grip still on her hips but completely still except for the heavy breathing in her ear. then he chuckles, hands coming up to move the strands of hair out of her face. “open your eyes, babe.”
she shakes her head, no she refuses. will not allow herself to see the classmates probably ogling her right now. she’ll never live it down. “t—take me home.” she sighs shakily, tightening her hold around his neck. “please.”
a soft kiss is pressed to the side of her face, as if they couldn’t be obvious enough.
modern au is so good too bc him cornering her in the back of his unit car is too hot for me to even have a coherent thought…
him picking her up and her watching at the roads get a little quieter and rural until he stops and gets out only to open the back door and slide in next to her 🙃 idk if u want him rotten but him being “good cop” drawing his fingers along her legs telling her he can’t help her get out of this mess if he isn’t sure she doesn’t have any other merchandise she could’ve stolen and her poor confused self just agrees bc the officer must be a good guy
or not even that just him being nasty and having her bent over the damn car her arms locked behind her telling her is she moves this will be even worse 🥺 scrawny legs all shakey as he pulls down her pants and then her underwear and he tells her that a little criminal like her should’ve known this was procedure if she were ever to be caught
omg I love both scenarios so much!! the second one really gets me tho, bc maybe eren is too impatient to play the long game and pretend like a good guy. (I see that more as a Zeke thing)
Cw: noncon, underage
Something like, “listen up, little girl. You’re a thief. Stealing has consequences. You see that fruit seller back there is just an honest guy, working his day to day, barely making enough money for a nightcap.” He says this as he spreads her legs apart, strong hands on milky thighs, pulling down her zipper like it was just ordinary process. “You stole from him, and he deserves justice, you know. That’s my job. Gotta make sure the thief who stole from him got what was coming to her.”
He punches the inside of her thigh as she tries to squeeze her thighs shut, trying to lock him out. With his other hand he grabs the curve of her ass, spanking her lightly. “Nothing in your pockets, I see.”
It was humiliating. “I know what you’re doing,” she says, trying to sound strong. Trying not to show that she was trembling with fear. “You’re just a fucking perv—“
He pulls her panties to the side, shoving two fingers inside of her without warning, with no preparation aside from her fear-borne sweat. She lets out a pained cry., tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “If you know what I’m doing, then you ought to just let me do it, little girl.” He grins, and it makes her hate him even more. he moves his large fingers inside of her, scissoring to get a good feel, watching her as she sobs under his intrusion. “Well not to worry, it’s too tight to fit anything up there.”
the slow metamorphosis of top-of-the-class m*kasa into a brainless, hyper sexual, self-degrading bimbo— orchestrated by a manipulative eren (and his friends??) is my top fantasy actually
Hmm, how about Eren had a bitter divorce and his bitch ex tried to get him as little visitation as she could. Sweet Mikasa was always so eager for his rare visits and how he would spoil her, buying her presents and calling her beautiful, so when she turns 18, she wants to build a relationship with Eren and moves in with him.
cw: incest
GOD, this is genius. i'm undecided between whether he'd go like the super dad route and be like "here is your own private area of my house, adult daughter. please be free" and she's the one who trespasses all of his boundaries. ooooor if he would be like no missy you are sleeping in the room next door to me! and he would be the boundary-less one initially just bc he missed her so much. lots to consider!
hi everyone, tumblr is starting to apply community labels - mature: sexual themes - to my posts. i think this is an awesome thing and helps to curate a better social media experience. going forward I will start applying these labels to my new posts. which means if you do not have the toggle to display mature content / sexual content turned on, you will no longer see my posts. :(
so please go to your settings (on web), and select account > community labels and select the content you would like to see!
Summary: "Before the story begins, is it such a sin, for me to take what's mine, until the end of time?"
Before you get too judgmental and start hating on the guy, Eren would want you to know he loved Mikasa. She was the only thing that kept him…normal—which was hilarious considering his girlfriend was into some of the darkest shit he’d ever personally witnessed and his father ran a morgue.
Based on "A Little Piece of Heaven" by Avenged Sevenfold -- but make it eremika
Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, normie eren, Witch Mikasa, goth mikasa, Witch Mikasa Ackerman, Blood and Violence, Murder, Necrophilia, Necromancy, Witchcraft, Sex with a corpse, Blood Kink, Dark, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Ship: EREMIKA
Thoughts: This is such a delightful Halloween treat! I can no longer function after reading this. I can't say anything more without spoiling but this fanfic is so sweet, gothic and oh so dark. 🖤 I AM OBSESSED!
