moving to @bratoji

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some people i know irl found this account, so i’m in the process of moving over to a new blog 😃 i’ll be following all my old moots over at @bratoji <3

[luvhotline]

some people i know irl found this account, so i’m in the process of moving over to a new blog 😃 i’ll be following all my old moots over at @bratoji <3

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an overstimulated subby jean 🤸‍♀️

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ jean is completely helpless under your harsh touch. but to be quite honest? he doesn’t mind at all.

ଘ. pairing ⸝⸝ sub!jean + gn!reader.

ଘ. word count ⸝⸝ 388.

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ mature content. minors do not interact. overstimulation. dacryphilia. rope bondage. praise kink.

ଘ. note ⸝⸝ ugh, i’m sorry this took so long to write. i was really stuck on the plot points for ages, but i finally got something out of my brain, even if it’s mediocre LMAO <3

you’ll never get over how pretty jean looks when he cries; sharp chocolate eyes glossed over with a sheen of unshed tears, swollen lips in a pout, cheeks and ears flushed beautifully red. perhaps his expression was the motive for your loving cruelty towards him. of course, you’re not actually mean to your beautiful boy. although, sometimes he feels like you are when you relentlessly stimulating his fragile body.

you brushed your fingertips over the head of his cock, admiring the way he convulsed under your gentle touch. his body was buzzing with over-sensitivity, after you had made him cum twice using only your hand.

“p-please, no more, ‘m gonna pass out if you—!” jean whimpers pathetically, cutting himself off with a wanton moan when you begin to stroke his cock again.

you caress the top of his thigh with your free hand, feeling it tremble under your palm. tears spill down his cheeks and his chest heaves as he hiccups. he tugs at the restraints binding his wrists to the headboard, knowing damn well he won’t be able to get out of them and give you the same treatment. even though the pleasure is overwhelming, he can’t refrain from crying out whorishly, all because of you.

“don’t worry, sweetheart.” you coo, in a way that almost sounds like you’re mocking him. “just one more, then i’ll clean you up nice n’ good, kay?”

he nods frantically, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he tenses his abdominal muscles. he flinches when you move the hand on his thigh to his cock, rubbing the leaky tip with your palm as your other hand continued to jerk him off. he curses loudly, head tilting back against the headboard as he feels the coil in his lower stomach tightening incredibly fast.

within seconds, he’s cumming all over your hands and his torso, small ribbons of white seed spurting from the burning red tip. to put it in simpler terms, you’d milked him dry. he was breathing heavily, inhaling and exhaling so deeply that you’d think he’d just completed a triathlon. he’s gone limp, feeling boneless as you pressed tender kisses all over his flushed skin.

“that’s my good boy.” you grinned as you petted his hair, brushing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. “i knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.”

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⌕‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐖𝐖𝐖.𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒.𝐂𝐎𝐌 !‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ıllı

¹¹¹ 。attack on titan masterlist !

²²² 。jujutsu kaisen masterlist !

³³³ 。obey me masterlist !

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⌕‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐖𝐖𝐖.𝐉𝐉𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.𝐂𝐎𝐌 !‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ıllı

¹¹¹ 。NANAMI KENTO !

winding down ; mature + drabble.

due to his stressful lifestyle, nanami kento rarely finds time to relax. especially after a day of fighting curses. thankfully, he has a sweetheart like you awaiting him at home.

²²² 。FUSHIGURO MEGUMI !

won’t bite ; mature, college!au + drabble.

your darling boy, fushiguro megumi, has an odd obsession with your lips. not that you mind, in fact, you’re the one indulging him in his countless fantasies.

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⌕‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐖𝐖𝐖.𝐀𝐎𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.𝐂𝐎𝐌 !‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ıllı

¹¹¹ 。ARMIN ARLERT !

pervert ; dark content, college!au + drabble.

the beloved class president, the golden boy of your college, seems to be hiding some dirty secrets. especially when it comes to you and your intimates.

²²² 。MIKASA ACKERMAN !

womanly pleasures ; mature, modern!au + drabble.

unsatisfied with her current sex life, mikasa seeks assistance from you, her closest friend. she’d be lying through her teeth if she said eren was more skilled than you.

³³³ 。PORCO GALLIARD !

blood n’ guts ; college!au + drabble.

after your friend scrapped with a frat boy at a dorm-room party, you take it upon yourself to clean porco’s wounds. although, you got more than you bargained for.

⁴⁴⁴ 。JEAN KIRSTEIN !

bottom bitch ; mature + drabble.

jean is completely helpless under your harsh touch. but to be quite honest? he doesn’t mind at all.

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ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ your darling boy, fushiguro megumi, has an odd obsession with your lips. not that you mind, in fact, you’re the one indulging him in his countless fantasies.

ଘ. pairing ⸝⸝ megumi + fem!reader.

ଘ. word count ⸝⸝ 966.

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ mature content. minors do not interact. college!au. all characters are over the age of eighteen. oral fixation. oral (m! receiving). slight facial (?). cum-eating.

megumi loved your lips. they were always looked after—soft n’ smooth, lathered in your favourite shade of lipgloss. he often bought you lip care products, ranging from chapsticks, to masks, to entire organised kits full of assorted items. you couldn’t complain, your doting lover spoilt you at any chance he got.

after your respective lectures ended, the two of you would walk through the campus hand-in-hand, to your nearest mall. meals came first, shopping came closely after. he couldn’t resist buying you a lip product that you had been eyeballing in the store window, handing you his debit card so you could scamper inside and return to him with a neatly wrapped package.

this occurrence happened on an average of twice a week, not that megumi minded. he’d do most anything to make you happy—and fuel his fascination with your pretty lips. he’d never admit it out loud, but the little fantasies he’d have about your mouth on him drove him up the wall. though, they’d come to light sooner than he had initially expected.

on a particularly sunny thursday afternoon, megumi let one of his thoughts slip, which quickly resulted in your dominant hand wrapped around his growing cock. the hue on megumi’s cheeks only seemed to grow with every passing second. he was nearly put out of commission at the thought of you touching his dick—now you actually are? he was sure that he’d pass out.

you felt the tension in his thighs, his upper body stiff as a board, with an arm lazily thrown over his face to obscure your view of him. you huffed, forcing his arm down to his side, revealing his glowing cheeks.

“relax, ‘gumi, i won’t bite.” you teased your flushed lover with a cheeky smile, kissing the dripping head of his cock. “—at least not too hard.”

megumi began to tremble as you stroked his cock, biting down on his lower lip so hard that he nearly drew blood. he had trouble suppressing his sounds of pleasure, it was so embarrassing to be reduced to a shivering mess with the slightest touch of your hand.

you obviously noticed how hard he was trying to keep his composure, which evoked a sense of competition in you. you were determined to break megumi’s façade; after all, he couldn’t keep his mouth closed forever.

you lowered your head slightly, taking the tip of his cock inside your mouth. megumi’s breath audibly hitched in his throat, fists tightening around the bedsheets below him. that was the type of reaction you wanted to get out of him. now all you had to do was keep at it, until he was begging you to let him cum.

your tongue skilfully worked at the head, swirling in various patterns to see which he responded to more, before taking the entirety of his fat cock in your mouth. finally gazing down, megumi saw the way your lips ravished him. he whimpered at the sight, your mouth was so fucking wet and warm. he almost regretted not slipping up sooner, though that didn’t completely erase the mortification he experienced only moments before.

he slipped his slender fingers into your hair, gently holding the back of your head for some sort of support. his hips were twitching with every suck, lick and kiss; it was totally embarrassing to be this responsive. he knew that every one of his reactions fueled your ego, which made him clench his jaw.

“f-fuck,” megumi hissed through gritted teeth, muttering something unintelligible afterwards.

your mouth detached from his cock with a satisfying pop, hand still clasped around his length. you continued to jerk him off in your palm as you gazed up at him through hooded eyes. your lipgloss had been smudged across your mouth, faded and patchy—but fuck, did you look gorgeous.

“what was that, pretty boy? i didn’t quite catch what you said.” you questioned, a devilish grin pulling the corners of your mouth upwards.

he took in a deep breath, before working up the courage to repeat his words again, only a little louder louder this time. he stared down at you with a twinkle of desperation in his dark eyes, cheeks glowing impossibly pink.

“m-more, please.” he reiterated lowly, shyly avoiding eye contact, even though he’s completely and utterly exposed in front of you.

you hummed in acknowledgment, pleased with his use of manners. you quickened your pace, stroking his cock much faster than before. megumi let out a strangled noise, hips stuttering uncontrollably. you couldn’t restrain yourself from giggling, pressing a trail of kisses up his soft inner thighs.

he doesn’t bother to stifle his sounds anymore, shamelessly moaning like a whore as you sloppily kiss the head of his cock. you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, so each time megumi’s cock bobbed, it rubbed against the wet muscle.

megumi’s fists clenched around the sheets, he knew that his orgasm was approaching quickly. his head was tilted back against the headboard, though, he missed the sight of your face. he leaned forward to glance down at you, and the lewd expression on your face was all it took to push him over the edge.

“f-fuck, ‘m gonna—!” megumi whined loudly, thick white seed spurting from his cock.

his cum painted the lower half of your face and chest, a large streak of it had landed right across your lips. you used your fingers to swipe the excess off, and your lips curled seductively around your index finger.

you grinned as you sucked gently, nearly breaking character at the dumbstruck look on your boyfriend’s face; all red and flustered. you crept up between his legs, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, remnants of your lipgloss sticking to his sweaty skin.

yeah, megumi loved your lips.

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you write for jjk, yes? i can’t get the thought of taking care of nanami outta my mind :( he’s always stressed out cause of work, so coming home to you is his favourite part of the day (closely followed by having your lips wrapped around his cock).

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ due to his stressful lifestyle, nanami kento rarely finds time to relax. especially after a day of fighting curses. thankfully, he has a sweetheart like you awaiting him at home.

ଘ. pairing ⸝⸝ kento + gn!reader.

ଘ. word count ⸝⸝ 510.

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ mature content. minors do not interact. mild dom/sub dynamics. oral (m! receiving). cum-eating.

you’re quite sure that nanami kento is the most stressed-out man alive. with all that he has to deal with on a day-to-day basis, you can’t blame him. fighting curses, assisting his fellow sorcerers—and dealing with satoru, the persistent little shit—means he doesn’t exactly have the time to wind down when he returns home to you.

it breaks your heart, it truly does. there are days where he comes back looking so disheveled that you’d think he was in some sort of accident. there are nights where you can hear him tossing and turning because he can’t find it in himself to fall asleep. he’s so tired, so on-edge all the time. though you can’t do much to fix his work-related problems, you try to ease his pain little by little.

“sweetheart, s-slow down.” kento says shakily, thighs trembling under you soft, warm palm. “don’t wanna cum so soon.”

your lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, peppering the swollen tip with kisses and kitten licks, while your other hand furiously works at the length that isn’t in your mouth. you retract yourself from him for only a few moments, still jerking him off with a heavenly smile. god, you’re pretty. he wonders how you manage to always look so ethereal, even while performing such lewd acts.

“but you deserve it, kento.” you respond gently, leaning up to press a tender kiss to his wet, bitten lips. “just relax and enjoy yourself, it doesn’t matter how long you last.”

he could only hum in response, tilting his head back against the couch when your mouth return to his cock. he listens to your instructions; his tense body had finally relaxed against the comfortable cushions and his eyes were shut tightly. he whines when your lips suction around the head, hips bucking up slightly, only to be met with your hands pushing them back down.

he gazes down at you with a desperate expression on his chiseled face, bottom lip trapped underneath his pearly whites. he’s flushed from his cheeks, to his neck and his ears; he looks adorable when he’s needy like this. he watches intently as you take more and more of him, eventually feeling himself reach the back of your throat. your mouth is so fucking warm, so tight around him. kento feels the burning hot coil in his stomach tighten, then it finally bursts.

“hah—fuck, ‘m cumming.” he whimpers weakly, throwing his head back once more as ribbons of cum shoot from his cockhead, painting your throat white, almost like a canvas.

your lips pull away from his cock, swallowing his load without choking. when you notice how relaxed he seems, you nearly squeal in delight. you milk him with your fist until he’s soft and no longer shivering. you happily clap your hands together, jumping onto his lap to kiss his heated face over and over again.

“you did so well, honey.” you praise, kissing the crown of his head, observing him avert his gaze in embarrassment. “now, let’s get ourselves cleaned up, hm?”

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ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ ever wondered how mammon acts while he’s in love? spoiler alert: it’s pretty soft n’ sappy.

ଘ. pairing ⸝⸝ mammon + gn!mc.

ଘ. word count ⸝⸝ 444.

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ none.

mammon remembers the smallest details about you. not in a perverted or stalker type of way! he would never want to give off the wrong impression or make you feel uncomfortable. a lot of things you say stick with him, even if it’s in the very back of his mind. he recalls what your hobbies are, what sort of human-world food you like, and your favourite types of flowers. sometimes, you’ll find a bouquet of the fragrant flowerets on your bedside table, along with a small card addressed with an initial— “from, m.”

if you bring up a new activity that you recently picked up, mammon will suddenly be an expert on the topic, especially if your hobby originated in the devildom. he attempts to impress you with his extensive knowledge, even if he’s making up a few facts here and there. it’s quite endearing to listen to him ramble on about something so passionately. he’ll offer to join you, although he doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing. he’ll try his best for you!

a new café just opened up nearby? and they specialise in your favourite human-world cuisine? mammon is the first one to take you there! he’s recollects you mentioning your cravings to him, wishing that you could travel back to your go-to hometown restaurant to satisfy your hunger. he’ll save up his cash—which doesn’t happen very often—just so he can splurge for one evening at this place. anything you want to eat, he’ll buy it, with no hesitation!

when his brothers bring you up in a casual conversation, the mention of your name immediately piques his interest. he says things like, “oh, mc? yeah, i hung out with them yesterday. we went to that place they like downtown. cause, y’know, they love the things they sell there. i actually bought ‘em…” mammon isn’t sure if he brings up his knowledge about you out of spite, or if he’s rubbing the fact that the two of you regularly hang out after school in his brother’s faces. all he knows is that when you’re brought up in conversation, his azure eyes light up and his chest tightens in excitement.

mammon isn’t quite sure of what love is, or how it’s meant to feel. but he’s certain that the warmth in his chest when he thinks of you and the heat rising in his cheeks when he’s around you, is pretty damn close to love. his adoration for you will never fade away, even if you don’t reciprocate his feelings. he likes to bring up the fact that he was your first demon, but fails to mention that you were his first love.

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what’s the point of writing reader inserts if you’re just going to describe (y/n) with your features? not everyone has pale skin and a small body 💀

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FOR MY MUTUALS & AUTHORS ON TUMBLR — !

do not be ashamed if:

you can’t write a 16k word fic.

you only write headcanons/drabbles.

your writing style is simple.

you use the word ‘said’ a lot.

you’re still learning how to write.

you don’t receive a high number of notes.

you don’t have the motivation to post.

you need to take a break from tumblr.

you need to prioritise yourself before writing.

everyone’s writing is beautiful and articulate in it’s own way. if your writing style doesn’t fit into the typical poetic tumblr norm, that’s okay! and if it does, that’s okay too! we all need to appreciate our different talents and skill sets instead of bringing ourselves or other people down. the writing community on tumblr can be a toxic place, especially when it comes to anonymous hate. i know so many individuals who have been sent disgusting threats over their writing, myself included, and it really rains down on our self-esteem.

prioritise yourself before anyone else. you deserve it. pouring your soul into a fic, headcanons, drabbles or whatever art form you desire is not an easy feat. please don’t burn yourself out to please other people, it’s not fair on you or your mental health. drink some water, eat a meal, get some fresh air, relax and do something that you enjoy. catch up on that tv show you missed! complete your school work so your professor doesn’t massacre you! hang out and chat with your friends!

and most importantly, talk to someone if you need it. it’s not easy to admit to needing help, take as much time as you need to process things and reach out whenever it suits you best. i’ll link some resources down below, but you can also talk to me if you need to. i might not be a professional therapist, but i’ll gladly listen to anyone who needs it. be kind to yourselves <3

global hotlines, helplines & crisis lines — global mental health resources + helplines from around the world + international mental health helplines.

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pervert!armin…..that’s it

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ the beloved class president, the golden boy of your college, seems to be hiding some dirty secrets. especially when it comes to you and your intimates.

ଘ. pairing ⸝⸝ pervert!armin + fem!reader.

ଘ. word count ⸝⸝ 416.

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ dark content. minors do not interact. dubious consent (?). panty stealing. male masturbation.

pervert!armin doesn’t intend to let his eyes linger on you for that long, though, it always seems to happen involuntarily when he catches a glimpse of your cleavage or other exposed skin on your body. he swears he nearly pops a boner when you accidentally flash him while you bend over to pick up your pencil. he coughs and flushes bright red when his friends call him out on it, but of course, they don’t suspect anything impure. poor, sweet, innocent armin arlert would never crudely check out a woman like that. right?

pervert!armin tries to conceal his raging hard-on whenever you brush your fingertips against his thigh, or press your tits against his arm while you hold onto him. your body feels so damn soft. he can only fantasise about touching you all over; your breasts, your ass, your thighs, anything will do. but you’re so clueless! if only you’d pick up on his behaviour and let him worship you like you deserve.

pervert!armin can’t help but stroke his sensitive cock every time you ring him up, whether it be over a voice call or facetime. he’s gotten quite good at stifling his noises and keeping his facial expressions blank, so you don’t have a clue what the hell is going on when he’s on the other side of the line. he whimpers a little when he cums all over himself, but he’s quick to give you an believable excuse, and you continue talking with a bright smile on your pretty face.

pervert!armin steals a pair of your panties each time he visits your apartment. clean? used? he couldn’t care less. as long as he has a new souvenir to bring home after he leaves, he’s content. when you discover that you’re missing at least ten pairs of your expensive panties, you only scratch your head in confusion, not realising that times they went missing coincided with the times armin came around. but you’re a little too dumb to put two and two together. lady luck seemed to be on armin’s side in that aspect.

pervert!armin jerks off every night to the thought of you, rerunning memories from previous days that were burnt into his mind. he recalls you biting your lip in concentration, readjusting your bra right in front of him, blinking at him with those big doe eyes; you were so damn beautiful without even trying to be. and you managed to turn him on without trying either.

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have you seen porco in the new ep. oh my lord. i’m just thinking about overprotective porco gettin all bloodied up in a fight with a guy who won’t stop hitting on you at a party… and then shit gets a little steamy between him and reader once they leave, blood still on his face. if you could write anything for this i think i’d pass away. luv yr writing so much.

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ after your friend scrapped with a frat boy at a dorm-room party, you take it upon yourself to clean porco’s wounds. although, you got more than you bargained for.

ଘ. pairing ⸝⸝ porco + fem!reader.

ଘ. word count ⸝⸝ 818.

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ descriptions of injury, blood & violence.

“you’re such a fool sometimes, galliard.” you chastised, disinfecting the nasty scrape on his right eyebrow.

porco flinched at the sting of the rubbing alcohol, scoffing at your lecture. he had a sulky expression on his face; jaw clenched tightly, lips pressed into a thin line, gazing off enigmatically into the distance. his skin was littered with bruises and cuts, some worse than others. you were well aware of porco’s short temper, but that wouldn’t cut it regarding tonight’s case.

the scene that unfolded before your eyes was nothing short of brutal; blood spraying through the air, bone-chilling cracking sounds, screams of other partygoers. all because some unlucky bastard decided to put the moves on you. some would say the creeper deserved it, in contrast, some would say it was an overreaction on porco’s part. you were conflicted about how to feel, thankful that he protected you from a potentially dangerous man, but concerned about how his outburst would impact his reputation around campus.

“the fucker had it coming.” porco grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. “should’ve known better than to hit on a woman that clearly wasn’t interested in him.”

you rinsed the wash cloth beside you under warm water, dabbing it tenderly over a small cut on the bridge of his nose. he gazed up at you through hooded eyes, expression still stoic. you applied a small amount of disinfectant and a ‘hello kitty’ band-aid to the affected area, grinning at your work.

“that’s very sweet, pock.” you cooed, gently pinching his soft, uninjured cheek between your index finger and thumb. “but please, don’t get yourself into trouble because of me. it’s not worth it.”

his face flushed under your touch, eyebrows furrowing as he told you not to call him by that godforsaken nickname. you laughed at his clear embarrassment, brushing his dark blond hair out of his eyes. there was no doubt in your mind that porco looked incredible, even with a girly band-aid on and blood littering his face. there was something strangely attractive about his injuries, but you knew better than to gush about how pretty he was while he was in pain.

“i wanna protect you, idiot.” porco sighed. “and if that comes with consequences, then so be it.”

you physically felt your heart skip a couple of beats, then begin to thump wildly against your ribcage. you proceeded to clean the injury on his other cheek, but couldn’t ignore how fast your blood was pumping. sure, to most people, that seems like something a generally decent human being would say. though, it’s difficult enough to be a woman in this day and age without the addition of perverts hitting on you at any given moment. having someone who genuinely cares about you in your corner is comforting.

the two of you locked eyes once more, and the entire world around you froze. his face was still a bit bloodied up, but he looked at you with nothing but warmth and kindness. it was almost as if gravity was forcing your faces closer, both of you leaning toward one another. you pressed your lips against his cautiously, reminding yourself to be careful of the cut on his lower lip. his hand, knuckles bruised and bloody, came up to hold your jaw gently, as if you were made of porcelain. porco hummed in contentment, feeling the initial stinging and burning sensations from all the injuries leave his body for a short while. a short while, yes, but that was better than nothing at all.

it was a wordless exchange; nothing needed to be said to convey how you truely felt about each other. he slipped your hand into his, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin on the back of your hand. you pulled away from his lips, breathless, nerves tingling with adrenaline. the metallic taste of the blood from the split on porco’s lip still lingered on your tongue; you made an internal note to clean that up later.

“porco.” you said breathily. “your lip.”

“doesn’t matter.” he dismissed, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. “i’ll deal with it later.”

you grinned at his enthusiasm, but reached for the small wash cloth again, “no really, it’s bleeding a little more than it was before. i think that was my fault.”

you held his face steady with one hand, and pressed the wash cloth to the cut to staunch the bleeding with your other. you couldn’t resist giggling at the pouty, grouchy expression on his face, planting a kiss on the crown of his head. he flushed, scrunching his nose up, feigning annoyance at you—and you knew him way too well to believe his childish act.

“i promise as soon as i’m done patching you up, i’ll spoil you, sweetheart.” you reassured, caressing his cheek with the tips of your fingers.

“promise?” he questioned.

“promise.” you confirmed.

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ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ unsatisfied with her current sex life, mikasa seeks assistance from you, her closest friend. she’d be lying through her teeth if she said eren was more skilled than you.

ଘ. pairing ⸝⸝ sub!mikasa + domme!reader.

ଘ. word count ⸝⸝ 984.

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ mature content. minors do not interact. wlw. modern!au. oral (f! receiving). fingering. body worship.

imagine mikasa arriving at your apartment in the middle of the night, her pale face is flushed and desperate. she slumps onto your living room couch, ranting to you about how eren only thinks about his own pleasure during sex. her tone is clearly frustrated, and you can’t blame her for being this way. she doesn’t feel good anymore, even her own nimble fingers can’t ease the heat pooling in her lower belly.

you comfort mikasa, letting her curl up at your side as you gently caress her back. you can feel her panting against your neck, her body slightly trembling against your own; yet it wasn’t cold at all in your apartment. you can read her like a book, she’s needy. and who’s more qualified to pleasure her than her best friend?

“mikasa.” you begin, voice soft, yet loud enough for her to hear you. “d’you want me to take care of you?”

she shifts her gaze towards your eyes, peeking up at you through her dark, thick lashes. her cheeks are rosy, and so is the tip of her button nose. she takes a fistful of your satin shirt in her delicate grasp, giving you a pleading, puppy dog expression.

“please.” she implores you, speaking at a volume barely above a whisper. “touch me.”

you can’t help but grin at the sight of her, rising from your position on the couch to kneel between her sculpted thighs. thankfully, she’s wearing a tiny skirt that she can easily shimmy out of. you spread her legs apart afterwards, noticing that she’s already soaked through her white panties.

you press kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, working your way up to where she wants you the most. you suck, lick and gently bite her thighs, leaving small purpling marks as a memoir of your time together. you’re a tease; but even so, you’re making her feel worshipped, which is something that eren has never done during foreplay or sex.

“you’re so fucking beautiful, mikasa.” you praise, brushing your fingertips against her clothed cunt. “i can’t believe eren doesn’t treat you like a goddess.”

she whimpers at the contact, watching you intently as you slip off her panties. she shyly opens her legs wider, revealing her wet cunt. you curse, pressing your fingers against her puffy clit, rubbing it in small, circular motions. she lets out a breathy moan, pearly white teeth clamping down on her lower lip.

you lean forward to lick her swollen nub, bathing in every sweet reaction you got out of her. your palms rested on the tops of her thighs, caressing them every so often to comfort her. mikasa lifts her legs to rest on your shoulders, allowing you easier access to touch her, and you gladly bury your face in her sopping cunt.

you’re pulling out all the stops to please her, after all, she deserves it. eren has neglected her for far too long, and you want to show her what real pleasure feels like. while you suck her clit, you slip a finger into her dripping hole, admiring her through hooded eyes as she cries out your name. you hum against her pussy, the vibrations hitting all of her nerves.

you keep eye contact while you eat her out, gazing up at her with a dreamy look in your eyes. the atmosphere around the two of you feels strangely intimate and safe; something that mikasa hasn’t really felt during sex before. it’s comfortable, and also romantic in a sense, and it’s increased the pleasure by tenfold.

you add another finger to the assault, pumping them in and out of her at a steady pace. her hands fly to your hair, holding onto you tight enough that you can feel a slight tingle on your scalp, but careful enough not to hurt you. she’s whining and whimpering at your touch. the warmth of your mouth on her is surprisingly stimulating. she never thought that receiving head would feel this good, since eren had never even bothered to try it out with her.

mikasa supposes that you have experience in what does and doesn’t feel nice during sex, especially when it comes to pleasuring the sensitive areas of the female body. after all, you are a woman yourself. you’re drawing sounds from her that she never imagined that she could make, touching her in places that she hadn’t thought of before. at the same time, it feels mind-numbingly amazing and overwhelming.

“fuck, ‘m cumming—!” she brokenly announces, thighs tightening around your head as her thighs tremble.

you continue to eat her pussy as she comes down from her high, pressing a sweet kiss to her clit when her toned body finally relaxes. when you sit back up on the couch, mikasa notices that the lower half of your face is drenched in her slick. she flushes out of pure embarrassment, reaching over the table to grab a couple of tissues to clean you up. she apologises profusely, rambling on about making you dirty and not doing anything to pleasure you in return. you tilt your head to the side and grin brightly.

“hey, relax.” you say with a chuckle, stopping her from blathering. “i wanted to do this for you. don’t apologise for feeling good, sweetheart.”

the black-haired girl averts her gaze, cheeks a vibrant shade of pink. then, she leans in to press her lips against your own. you let out a noise of surprise, but melt into the kiss, grinning against her mouth. your lips feel so soft against hers, mikasa can taste herself on you, along with your berry flavoured chapstick. this kiss is much different to the ones her and eren share; it’s not rough, chaste or forceful. it’s sweet, it’s pure. and gives her a warm fuzzy feeling inside her chest.

she wonders; is this what love is meant to feel like?

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