pieck who, to her disgrace, can’t deny a quick blowjob in the morning, right when she’s ready to leave. even if she’s late, you won’t let her out until she’s had her pleasure (because eventually, you’ll ‘have’ to repay what she’s made you feel the night before). you’ll have her mind turning putty just by leaving soft kisses on her collarbones, sending shivers all over her spine. pieck, whose dick is soo sensitive….even if in full power, her cock will throb with the tiniest brush. for instance; still in the morning, when you start kissing and palming it through her pants, you can feel pre cum already dampening the cloth & leaving a suspicious patch, with her shaft straining against the fabric.
yet, just because she’s enjoying it, it doesn’t mean she won’t berate your ass for making her arrive late at work!!! “you’re the worst…” she pants after every morning session, leaving you awaiting for what you’ve earned.
thinking thinking of…sending pieck some shots in which you’re wearing the lingerie sets she buys for you. she can’t get a boner at work, for fuck’s sake. you’re so cruel but that’s the fun. plus, you look so fucking gorgeous all dolled up….as soon as she comes back, she’ll put you through the mattress and destroy you. (sending actual nudes to pieck while she’s in public, so she has to run to the bathroom to observe the picture/s more clearly and let off….steam).
pieck who manages to maintain enough stamina for when she fucks you. trust me, she’s got it anyway…..however! a job requires a whole lot of energy, and she tries her best to excel. pieck who, in spite of her onerous job, reserves some energy for when she’ll be back home. certainly, you’re the reason of that!! every single day she seeks for the feeling of getting comfortable and having you all for herself. that counts as well for when you decide to tease her…..the only difference is that she’ll now seek out for ‘vengeance’.
pieck who turns into a wild animal the second your reach out. go figure, her job’s been a pain in the ass the whole day and, go figure, she has to vent some frustration. thank god you’re so polite and willing to let her do it on you anytime she needs to!!!
dry humping with pieck, when she’s still fully fancy-clothed. in contrast to her, you’re only wearing your cute pair of cotton panties (among other things, the same ones you wore in the pictures you sent her that day) and rubbing your crotch against her bulge like a puppy in heat. but you can’t tell who’s actually in heat because pieck, as well, subconsciously seems feral. she’s rock-hard already, and the way your wetness gradually ruins the fabric of your underwear might have her drooling. she bears the urge to not strip off and stick it in you, and quite frankly she’s doing greater than she she thought she would, because these things always end up this way. pieck, whose time record on that is low, and she tries so hard to beat it but you’re so tempting!!!
pieck who rips off your panties with fierce, leaving you breathless. pieck who manhandles you from your hips and positions you on all fours to sink her cock in your cunt, soaked from before. pieck who outright groans the moment the head of her cock comes in contact with your entrance. as i’ve already mentioned, her dick feels plenty of sensations, and the feeling of your wetness coating it + your walls already wrapping around it really does it for her.
pieck who loves the feeling of being balls deep inside you…..your pretty pussy gushes little spurts of slick as her thrusts increase, your ass cheeks slap against her lap at a relentless pace and, to top it off, pieck’s got your wrists in a tight grip behind your back. her cock brushes against your cervix as your imminent release approaches. she has you helplessly laid on your stomach and voice goes straight to engulf your ears in bliss, “fucking slut….take this dick like you’re meant to….a-ah- take it!” you mewl at her statement, eyes tearing and face buried in the pillow underneath. soon, your orgasm washes all over you, having you scream out for her name. as your walls flutter around her, consequently, she reaches her peak as well. with a last, ultimate thrust, her mouth falls agape as thick ropes of cum proceed to fill you up.
pieck who loves the sight of her cum dribbling down your thighs….pieck fucking her cum back in your core with her fingers….yeah.
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Disrespectfully (as respectfully as possible) I need more Perv!Nikki being pathetic and desperate for R. I imagine she needs R to be like inside her anyway at any possible time 👀
(Can I be the 🐍 annon?)
perv!nikki putting your fingers inside her pussy while you're sleeping because she woke up horny <3 just snuggling into you while she positions your hand between her thighs, squeezing around it so you can't pull away <3
waking up to nikki slipping your underwear off, and then hearing her beg and apologize while being so fucking pathetic about it. she couldn't help it! it's your fault she's like this. you're so perfect. just let her hold your underwear while she sleeps, okay?
nikki tearing up while begging to hump your foot <3 begging to clean her cum off your toes, moaning and humming around them while you tease her for being such a cute pervert.
perv!nikki licking up your tears after overstimulating you. thinking of her secretly recording you crying and then touching herself to it because she gets off to it so much. even better if this is perv!bsf nikki who's consoling you after a breakup or something ;p
perv!nikki, who set up hidden cameras in your apartment, watching you cook dinner while she's snuggled up in bed <3 think it's even hotter if you know about the cams she placed in your apartment but you don't know where.
the type of perv who begs for you to leave ur camera AND audio on when you piss while on ft.
perv!nikki who gets restless when you haven't been inside her for a while :( pussy clenching around nothing, just longing for your strap inside of her. she gets soaked while thinking about it, turns into a dumb little thing who can barely beg properly while grasping your strap bulge.
perv!nikki taking you inside the bathroom so you can be inside her for a few minutes while you're out with friends.
perv!nikki wearing a skirt and making you slip your strap inside her while at a party because she's just so needy.
thinkinggg of perv!nikki being shy about confessing what she really wants to do to you so she says it in spanish 😊 just uttering the filthiest fucking words ever in spanish, feeling relieved that you don't know what she's saying.
perv!nikki who can't help but get so wet when you moan in pain :( or when you moan when you stretch....it gets her clit throbbing.
perv!bsf!nikki who ends up jerking off to pictures of you whenever she's drunk.
perv!nikki who fucking loves eating you out when you're on your period. getting all antsy when she wakes up next to you and smells your blood, pussy throbbing and aching when she spots your pads/tampons in the trash :(( just a nasty pervert who wants to clean you up and take care of you.
You stirred, warm sun shining through the windows of your bedroom and onto your face. Your wife, Pieck, was still fast asleep next to you, rays of sunlight giving her skin a beautiful glimmer.
Turning onto your side to face her, you gently reached up to brush a strand of Pieck’s black hair away from her face, touch feather-light as to not wake her up.
Pieck may have been a very deep sleeper and hard to wake, but your touch was the one thing that could make her rise from her beauty sleep.
Her eyes slowly opened, and Pieck gazed sleepily at you through her lashes. After a moment of processing, she smiled. “Good morning.” She whispered, voice light and airy; a stark contrast to the deeper morning voice of the average person.
You leaned forwards, kissing Pieck on the tip of her nose. “Good morning, baby. You woke up easily.” Moving to lay on your back, you pulled Pieck close to your chest.
“Only for you.” She laughed, closing her eyes, nuzzling her face into your breasts, something she always did. It was practically a morning ritual.
The two of you started out just laying together in comfortable silence, until Pieck started scattering soft kisses along your neck and jawline. A rosy blush creeped onto your face.
Pieck sat up just enough so that she could lean down to your lips, capturing them against your own. Once you accepted her offer, tongue colliding with hers, Pieck fully got on top of you for better access.
You moaned against her lips when Pieck started to grind down on your crotch, hips moving in hypnotic circles. She reluctantly pulled away from your lips, getting off of your body.
She tossed back the covers before pulling down your pajama shorts, immediately noticing the wet patch on your thin, gray underwear. No words had to be spoken- Pieck knew exactly what you wanted.
She spread your legs in order to get between them, rubbing your cunt through your soaked underwear. Whining, you reached for her hand, trying to make her fingers press harder on your folds.
“Be patient.” Pieck smiled, but she couldn’t be patient herself. Within the next minute, your legs were up over her shoulders, and her mouth was right up against your pussy.
Pieck licked at your cunt, tasting your fresh juices on her tongue. Whining, you bucked your hips upwards. “Please, Pieck.” You begged. It was too early to tease.
She gave in to your request, warm tongue diving into the confines of your cunt. Your breath hitched, heart almost coming to a stop at the sudden sensations against your heat.
Pieck's soft hands held your hips down, keeping you steady while her lips and tongue worked magic inside your pussy.
Breathy moans poured from your mouth with every skilled flick of Pieck's tongue. She whined into your folds, savoring the sweet taste of your heat dancing across her tastebuds.
"Ah, Pieck... I'm gonna cum..." you tangled your fingers in her hair, tugging gently at the roots to egg her on. Pieck sped up her actions, nose pressed against your clit as your released drew closer.
Your breathing went ragged as you came, hole clenching around Pieck's tongue. She moaned into your cunt with appreciation, lapping up every last drop of your cum.
Once your orgasm had washed over, Pieck sat up, silky white liquid coating her lips. She crawled back up to your face, back arched, and pulled you into a kiss. You tasted your release through her kiss, desperate to taste her now.
"You taste quite amazing." Pieck murmured, going along with you as you gently flipped her body to be under yours. A smile spread across her lips when you pushed Pieck's nightdress up to her waist, fingers now dipping under the waistband of her panties.
You hitched them down all the way, eyes glazing over in admiration when Pieck spread her legs slightly wider.
You put two fingers into your mouth, coating them with your saliva before focusing your attention on Pieck's pretty pussy. You pressed your wet fingers to her clit, stimulating the bud.
Pieck gasped softly, as she was the quieter one during intimacy. Not wanting to make your precious wife wait, you dipped your fingers into her cunt, relishing in the sounds of satisfaction that came from her throat.
You pumped your fingers in and out, letting Pieck squeeze your free hand to relieve any tension while you fingered her. She clenched over and over around your fingers, chest rapidly rising and falling.
A loud moan escaped past her lips whenever you curled your fingers inside her, sitting the usual sensitive spot that drove her wild. Pieck closed her eyes, sinking into the pleasure all while murmuring about how she was close.
You walked her through her orgasm, smiling contentedly when Pieck finally came, covering your fingers in her juices. You pulled them out from her cunt, putting them back in your mouth to drink up her sweet cum.
You wiped your hands on the sheets, returning to your spot cuddled up at Pieck's side. You two exchanged sensual kisses and intimate words, falling back asleep in each other's arms for another couple of hours.
ex girlfriend!pieck finger shows up at your door after coming back from a mission ╱ mdni. toxic yuri you said? hate sex, degradation, they're crazy crazy. wc: 4.8k ˚.✦
You hear someone try to open your apartment door with a key and then knock three times, each one louder. You get up, tying your robe with a silk strand around your waist, yawning a little because it was getting late already.
You open the door easily, finding Pieck still in her uniform, hair full of frizz but tied in a ponytail. Some new scars around her hands and neck, just overall a tired look on her.
"Ugh, you survived?" You roll your eyes, hands on your waist.
"Why the fuck did you change the lock?" she asks, voice already loud. You still can't believe how after being in Titan form for so long she still has the strength to stand.
You and her go way back, more that you would like. That type of weird friendships where you kiss and eat each other out just for the laughs. It took you a few years to finally accept your feelings and start dating. Only to realize that your relationship might be doomed with breaking up and getting back together eternally.
Before the last break up (the 5th in your relationship), you were even living together in that exact apartment. The days were filled with work in the morning and sex in the evening with some talking between rounds. It was good, relaxed and definitely not codependent.
Of course anyone can pleasure you just like Pieck does. Of course anyone can understand you just like Pieck does.
But the moment she announced her departure, your heart sank. She didn't know when she would come back, or even if she'd survived.
The fight was hours long. It ended up with you throwing her pillow off the window and telling her to not bother to come back.
And there she was. Pieck fucking Finger in all her glory, already half angry.
"Because this isn't your apartment anymore!" you answered her, trying to close the door so she pushes it open, making her way to the living room.
“Get the fuck out,” you hiss.
Pieck doesn’t even flinch. She turns, ponytail swinging like a whip. Her eyes rake over you: robe barely knotted, silk slipping off one shoulder, thighs still flushed from the shower you took an hour ago trying to wash her memory off your skin. She licks the corner of her mouth like she can already taste you.
“You kept that ugly couch,” she says instead of leaving. Her gaze drops to the same gray thing you used to fuck on for hours. “Sentimental bitch.”
“Or maybe I just didn’t want to explain to the trash guys why there’s a decade of your cum stains on it.” You step closer, deliberately letting the robe gap open another inch. “Still smells like you when I’m drunk enough to care. It's fucking disgusting.”
Her laugh is short. “You’re still touching yourself on it thinking about me. Don’t lie.”
You close the last step until your chests almost brush. She smells like sweat and new blood under old scars. You hate how it makes your cunt clench.
“I’ve fucked other people on it since you left,” you say, voice syrupy with cruelty. “They came harder than you ever did. Didn’t need to beg me to choke them first.”
Pieck’s hand snaps up, fingers curling around your throat—not hard enough to bruise (yet), just enough to remind you she still knows exactly where your pulse jumps. Her thumb strokes the front of your windpipe like she’s deciding whether to crush it or pet it.
“Liar,” she whispers, breath hot against your lips. “I know you cried to sleep the first month I left.”
You slap her hand away, shove her chest until her back hits the wall with a dull thud. The framed photo of the two of you (the one you never took down) rattles beside her head.
“You left,” you snarl, face inches from hers. “You packed your shit, kissed me like it meant something, then disappeared for five fucking months. Don’t act like you have any claim here anymore.”
Her eyes glitter, dark and glassy with something that looks dangerously close to tears and even more dangerously close to lust.
“I came back, didn’t I?” she bites out. Her hands fist in the front of your robe, yanking you flush against her. “Walked through gunfire, shifted until my spine felt like it was splitting, just so I could stand here and watch you pretend you don’t want to ride my face until you can’t remember your own name.”
You grab her ponytail, twist hard enough that her head jerks back and she gasps a raw, needy sound that goes straight to your clit.
“You think I waited?” you whisper against the bruised skin under her jaw. “You think I didn’t let someone else bite me here...” you drag your teeth over the exact spot she used to mark obsessively “while I pretended it was you?”
Pieck’s hips jerk forward involuntarily, grinding once against your thigh like she can’t help it.
“You’re such a fucking whore for me,” she pants, voice wrecked. “Even when you hate me.”
You shove your knee between her legs, press up until she moans through clenched teeth.
“And you’re still the only person I let mark me like property,” you spit back, hating how true it is. “So congratulations, Pieck. You win. You’re still the only one who gets to ruin me.”
She surges forward and kisses you like she’s trying to climb inside your mouth and live there. Teeth clash, tongues fight for dominance, lips split almost immediately. Copper blooms between you and neither of you cares.
Her hands are everywhere, yanking the robe open completely, laughing against your mouth.
"You really waited naked for me, pretty thing." She licks your bottom lip after biting it. "What if the person at the other side of the door wasn't me? What if it was Zeke, you would've fucked him too?"
"Fuck off, Pieck." You grab her again to keep her mouth full with one of your breasts. "You know I don't fuck with dudes."
She laughs while lapping at your nipple, with her free hands kneading your ass. A soft whine escapes your lips, enough to pull her mouth out of your nipple.
Then you shove her toward the couch. She stumbles, catches herself on the armrest, turns and looks at you with eyes so black they look like voids.
You stay up and bare in front of her.
“Strip,” you order.
She doesn’t argue. Jacket hits the floor. Shirt follows. The new scars on her ribs and collarbone make something ugly and possessive twist in your gut. You want to lick every single one until she screams.
When she's completely naked, you finally straddle her waist. She can feel the wetness of your pussy pressing against her thigh.
“I bet you only came back to fuck me,” you murmur before biting her neck
Pieck laughs, fucked-out already and you haven’t even touched her properly yet.
Her hand lowers between your bodies, pressing her finger against your clit without making any pressure.
“Yeah,” she rasps. “I did.”
You gasp at the touch, wanting to rock your hips but with Pieck's strong grip keeping you in place.
"Fucking asshole," you tell her. "Let me move."
She pulls her head back a little, giving you the more wicked smile on her, tilting her head a bit to the left before saying:
"Why don't you beg a little?"
You snarl, fingers digging into the meat of her shoulders hard enough to leave crescent moons. “Beg? For you?”
Pieck’s smile only sharpens, that lazy, cruel curve you used to trace with your tongue when she was half-asleep and still smelled like sex and coffee. Her thigh flexes under you, grinding the hard muscle right against your dripping slit without giving you the friction you’re already shaking for.
“You used to do it so prettily,” she murmurs. “With tears in your eyes because I wouldn’t let you come until you said my name like a prayer. Remember?”
You hate how your cunt clenches at the memory. Hate more how she feels it, how her pupils flare like she’s scenting blood.
“I remember you crying when I finally let someone else touch what you thought was yours,” you spit back, rocking forward anyway, chasing that maddening pressure even though her hands are iron manacles on your hips. “Remember how you fucked me against the kitchen counter the next night like you were trying to erase her? Left bruises I couldn’t sit on for a week. Marked territory like a fucking animal.”
Pieck’s laugh is dark. One hand slides up your spine, tangles in your hair, yanks your head back until your throat is bared. She leans in, lips brushing the frantic pulse there.
“Still got the scar from my teeth right here” she drags the flat of her tongue over the exact spot. “You never healed it right. You kept it like a brand.”
You buck against her thigh, slick sliding obscenely down her skin. “Because you’re a possessive psycho who gets off on owning me even when you’re the one who runs.”
Her free hand clamps harder on your ass, spreading you open a fraction, forcing your clit to drag along the ridge of her muscle with every tiny roll of your hips.
“Oh, but you love it,” she hisses. “You love that I’d kill anyone who tried to take this cunt from me. You love that I came back bleeding and half-dead just to bury my face in it again.”
You grab her jaw, force her to look at you. Your nails bite into her cheeks. “Then stop fucking playing and give it to me.”
Pieck’s eyes are fever-bright. She tilts her head into your grip like a cat begging to be scratched harder.
“Say it first.”
“Fuck you.”
“Say. It.”
You lean in until your mouths are barely touching, breath mingling, teeth grazing.
“I hate you,” you whisper, voice cracking with how badly you need her. “I hate you so much I let you back in every time. I hate you so much my pussy still gets wet the second I smell gun oil and your stupid shampoo. I hate you so much I’d rather die than let anyone else make me come the way you do.”
Her grip on your hips finally loosens just enough.
You slam down hard, grinding your soaked folds along her thigh in one long drag. The friction is brutal, perfect, too much and not enough all at once. You moan brokenly into her mouth.
Pieck groans like she’s been gut-punched. Her head falls back against the couch, exposing the long column of her throat, the fresh bruises already blooming under your earlier bite.
“Then ride me like you hate me,” she pants.
You do.
You roll your hips in tight, punishing circles, clit throbbing against her skin with every pass. Your nails rake down her chest, catching on the raised edges of new scars—she hisses, arches, thighs tensing to give you more pressure. One of her hands fists in your hair again, the other slides between you to pinch your nipple viciously, twisting until you cry out.
“Harder,” you demand, voice wrecked. “I want to feel you for weeks.”
She bucks under you, thigh jerking up to meet your next grind, and the sudden pressure sends sparks behind your eyes.
“Pieck—” It slips out.
She laughs again, triumphant and ruined. “There it is. My good little slut finally saying my name.”
You slap a hand over her mouth to shut her up. She bites your palm then licks the sting away while her eyes stay locked on yours, daring you to stop.
You don’t.
You ride her faster, messier, until the wet sounds are obscene, until your thighs burn and your clit is so swollen every drag feels like a direct hit to your nerves. She’s trembling beneath you, hips twitching like she’s close just from watching you fall apart on her.
“Gonna come?” she mumbles against your palm, words muffled and smug. “Gonna soak me like the desperate bitch you are?”
You yank your hand away, replace it with your mouth. The kiss is all teeth and desperation.
“Yes,” you gasp into her lips. “Ahh fuck yes, Pieck.”
She grabs your ass with both hands, hauls you down harder, forces you to grind in short jerks right where you need it.
“Come on my thigh,” she growls. “Come like you’re punishing me for ever leaving. Come so hard you ruin the fucking couch again.”
You shatter with a choked scream, hips stuttering, cunt pulsing against her slick skin as wave after wave rips through you. She holds you through it, fingers digging bruises into your hips, whispering filthy praise against your ear the whole time.
“Good girl. Still all fucking mine.”
When the aftershocks finally ebb, you’re both panting, sticky, shaking.
You don’t move.
Neither does she.
You stay straddled on her thigh, forehead pressed to hers, hearts hammering in vicious tandem.
“You’re still not leaving,” you mutter.
Pieck’s arms snake around your waist, possessive, unyielding.
“Try to throw me out again,” she whispers back, lips brushing your temple. “See what happens.”
You breath out, falling boneless in her chest. She wraps her arms around your waist, letting you feel her heat.
"Carry me to bed," you tell her. "I really wanna taste you."
Pieck’s hands slide under your thighs, strong despite the exhaustion etched into every new line of her body, and she lifts you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around her waist on instinct, arms looping loose around her neck, face buried in the crook of her shoulder so you can smell the salt and smoke still clinging to her skin.
She walks you both to the bedroom without a word.
She drops you onto the mattress. You bounce once, still trembling from the aftershocks. Pieck stands at the foot of the bed for a second, chest rising and falling too fast, cocky little smirk already curling despite the way her hands shake when she braces them on either side of your hips.
You sit up on your elbows, legs spread shamelessly.
“Get on the bed,” you say. “I wanna see how fucking pathetic you got just from me humping your thigh like a bitch in heat.”
Her breath hitches. She obeys—crawls onto the mattress, lies back, thighs parting wide. The sheets are already cool against her overheated skin. You can see the shine between her legs from here, slick smeared down her inner thighs, clit swollen and dark. She’s even dripping onto the bed.
You crawl over her, straddling her stomach first so she can feel how wet you still are, how you’re leaving a glossy trail across her abs.
She looks up at you like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered and the only thing she’s ever wanted to destroy.
You lean down, grab her jaw hard, force her mouth open.
“Open wider,” you murmur.
She does.
You gather spit on your tongue then let it drip straight into her waiting mouth. It lands on her tongue with a wet sound. Her eyes flutter, pupils blown to black.
You don’t let her swallow.
Instead you push two fingers past her lips, deep enough that her throat clicks around them. She gags once then sucks hard, tongue curling, cheeks hollowing like she’s starving for it.
“Look at you,” you sneer, pumping your fingers slowly in and out of her mouth. “So fucking eager. Came back half-dead just to choke on my fingers and drool like a desperate slut.”
Tears prick at the corners of her eyes immediately from how badly she needs this. From how much she loves when you talk to her like she’s nothing.
You pull your fingers free with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting them to her swollen lips. She whines and tries to chase them.
You slap her cheek lightly, just enough to make her gasp.
“Stay still.”
You slide down her body, dragging your nails over her ribs, catching on every raised scar until she arches and hisses. When you settle between her thighs, you shove them wider with your shoulders, hook her legs over your arms so she’s folded open, completely exposed.
Her cunt is a mess. Glistening, puffy, clit throbbing visibly. You can see her pulsing around nothing, desperate little flutters.
“Jesus, Pieck. You’re fucking soaked. Look at this.” You drag one finger through her folds, collecting her slick until it webs between your digits. You hold it up so she can see. “This much just from me grinding on you and spitting in your mouth? You’re literally crying already and I haven’t even touched your clit yet.”
She whimpers, hips jerking up toward your hand.
“Please—”
You spit directly onto her clit, watch it drip down her slit.
“Don’t beg yet. You don’t deserve it.”
Then you dive in.
You lick a long, flat stripe from her entrance to her clit, tasting salt and musk and how fucking turned on she is. She cries out, hands flying to your hair, trying to pull you closer.
You pin her wrists to the mattress with one hand, use the other to spread her open wider.
“Keep your fucking hands to yourself or I stop.”
She sobs once, nodding frantically.
You eat her like you’re punishing her.
Suck her clit hard, flick your tongue against it in tight, mean circles, then pull back just when her thighs start to shake. Shove two fingers inside her without warning, pumping fast while you lap at her entrance, tasting every gush of fresh slick.
“So wet it’s obscene,” you mutter against her. “You’re making a puddle on my sheets. Can’t even pretend you don’t need this, can you? Came back just to get your cunt ruined again. Just to cry for me.”
She’s shaking now, whole body trembling, tears streaming down her temples into her hair. Every time you curl your fingers against that spot inside her she keens, high and broken.
“Say it,” you growl, sucking her clit again. “Say why you came back.”
“I—I came back to mmph to fuck ya” she chokes out, voice cracking. “T'let you u-use me.”
You add a third finger, stretch her open, fuck her fast and deep while your tongue lashes her clit without mercy.
“Once more.”
“I came back because—because I’m yours, okay? All yours, please let me come please!”
You bite the inside of her thigh, then soothe it with your tongue.
“Come then,” you snarl against her skin. “Come all over my fingers like a desperate slut who can’t stay away.”
She breaks.
Her back bows off the bed, thighs clamping around your head, cunt spasming so hard it forces your fingers deeper. She sobs your name over and over, tears soaking the pillow, body jerking with every brutal wave.
You finally pull back, crawl up her body and kiss her deep, messy, letting her taste herself on your tongue.
She’s still crying, clinging to you like you might disappear.
You pull back just enough to look at her flushed, tear-streaked face.
“Still all fucking mine?” you whisper, mocking her earlier words.
Pieck nods, frantic, eyes glassy.
“Always,” she rasps. “Even when you hate me.”
You smirk, wipe a tear from her cheek with your thumb, then push it between her lips so she can suck it clean. She roll her eyes back, your cunt is already clenching again at the sight. You lick your lips, letting her roam her hands in your body, playing with your nipples as she takes one on her mouth. You throw your head back for the stimulation, feeling her lap at your nipple while her other hand pinched the other. You're dripping down her abs, again.
"Pieck," you call her between gasps. She just lifts here eyes, not letting your nipple go. "I need more."
"More?" She laughs against your breasts. "Greedy girl, I'm here, just do whatever you want with me."
You take that literally, pushing her back again and moving until you're straddling her face.
"Oh, we're doing that," she swallows at the sight of your puffy lips and red clit, waiting for you to lower yourself in her face.
You hover just above her mouth, knees digging into the mattress on either side of her head, thighs trembling from how badly you want this.
Pieck’s hands come up immediately, gripping the backs of your thighs like she’s afraid you’ll change your mind and climb off. Her eyes are locked on your cunt.
“Sit on my fucking face already. Don’t tease.” she rasps, voice muffled against your skin.
“Of course, sweetheart,” you say.
You sink down slowly, until your folds spread over her mouth, clit brushing the bridge of her nose. The first contact makes you hiss. Her tongue is already there, flat and eager, lapping up every drop like she’s dying of thirst.
You grind once,then settle your full weight, not caring if you suffocate her. Her moan vibrates straight through your core, deep and desperate.
“Good girl,” you purr, rolling your hips in a circle. “Haah, you haven't lost practice, sugar plum.”
She laughs at the petname, the sound pairing perfectly with her licks. Her tongue dives deep while her nose nudges your clit with every breath she manages to steal. Her hands knead your ass, spreading you wider, pulling you down harder until she can barely breathe.
You reach back with one hand, find her dripping cunt again and drag two fingers through the slick before circling her clit with cruel precision. Light, teasing pressure at first, just enough to make her hips jerk up off the bed.
She whines into your pussy, the sound muffled and frantic.
You laugh again, low and vicious.
“Aw, already twitching? I’ve barely touched you.” You pinch her clit lightly between thumb and forefinger, rolling it. “Look how fucking sensitive you are. One orgasm and you’re already crying for the next one.”
Pieck’s response is incoherent, vibrating against your entrance as she sucks harder on your clit like she’s trying to pull the orgasm out of you by force. Her hips buck uselessly, chasing your fingers.
You speed up on her clit while you rock harder against her face, using her nose, her tongue, her whole face like a toy made just for you.
“Fuck, babyy,” you gasp, grinding down until her nose is buried against your clit and her tongue is as deep as it can go. “You love being my personal fucktoy after you ran away like a coward, mmhm?”
She’s shaking, hips jerking every time you flick her clit just right. Her moans are constant now, broken and so fucking needy.
You lean forward slightly, changing the angle so her tongue hits deeper while your fingers work her faster, curling hard against that spot that makes her sob into you. The room fills with slick noises, muffled whines and your own moans.
“Are you gonna cum or what?” you taunt, voice shaking with your own building pleasure.
She breaks almost instantly.
Her back arches off the mattress, thighs clamping around your hand, cunt spasming violently around your fingers as she comes with a muffled scream that sends vibrations ripping through you. Fresh slick gushes over your knuckles, her whole body convulses, hips grinding up into your palm like she can’t stop.
The feeling (her crying out against you, tongue still working frantically even as she falls apart) tips you over.
You grind down hard one last time, clit mashed against her nose, and come with a sharp, bitten-off curse. Your thighs lock around her head, hips stuttering as you ride out the waves, soaking her face, her mouth, her chin until she’s drenched in you.
When it finally ebbs, you don’t lift off right away.
You stay seated while you catch your breath, lazily circling her oversensitive clit with one fingertip just to feel her twitch and whimper beneath you.
Eventually you rise, just enough for her to gasp in a ragged breath.
Her face is a wreck: flushed, tear-streaked, shiny with your release, lips swollen and trembling. She looks up at you like you’re god and devil in the same skin.
You lean down, kiss her slow and filthy—tasting yourself on her tongue, tasting her tears, tasting how completely ruined she is for anyone else.
“Don't ever leave me again, you hear me?” you murmur against her mouth.
Pieck shakes her head weakly, arms wrapping around your waist like chains.
“Never,” she croaks, voice hoarse from crying and screaming. “I’m yours. Fucking keep me.”
You collapse beside her, both of you sprawled across the wrecked sheets. The room smells terrible after all of it. Moonlight slices through the half-open blinds, painting pale stripes across her tear-streaked face and the fresh bite marks blooming on her throat.
For a long minute, there’s only the sound of your breathing syncing up, like your bodies are remembering how to exist in the same space again without tearing each other apart.
Pieck turns her head toward you. Her ponytail’s long gone. She reaches out, slow, and traces the edge of your jaw with knuckles still trembling from aftershocks.
“You didn’t throw my shit out the window this time,” she murmurs. Almost soft. “Progress.”
You snort, catch her wrist before she can pull away, and press your lips to the pulse point there.
“Don’t get cocky. I still have your favorite jacket in a box under the bed. I sleep with it sometimes when I’m too drunk to pretend I don’t miss you.”
Her eyes darken at that. She rolls onto her side, props herself on one elbow so she’s looking down at you. The new scar on her collarbone catches the light; you want to drag your tongue over it again, claim it, remind it who it belongs to.
“You kept it,” she says quietly.
“Of course I fucking kept it.” You slide your hand up her ribs, fingers splaying possessive over the worst of the fresh marks. “Everything you leave behind ends up mine anyway. Clothes, scars, pieces of your stupid stubborn heart. You don’t get to walk away clean.”
Pieck leans down, brushes her lips over yours, just a ghost of contact. Her breath smells like you.
You cup the back of her neck, pull her the rest of the way down until your foreheads touch. Your free hand finds hers, lacing fingers tight enough.
“Stop leaving me,” you say, and it comes out quieter than you mean it to, almost pleading, which pisses you off. “Stop acting like you can survive out there without me. We both know you come crawling back every time because nothing else feels like home.”
She closes her eyes for a second.
“I tried,” she admits. Voice cracks on the words. “I really fucking tried to stay gone. Told myself I was protecting you. That if I died out there you wouldn’t have to watch it happen. But every night,” She swallows hard. “Every night I closed my eyes and all I saw was this bed. Your mouth. Your hands. The way you look at me like I’m the only thing that’s ever mattered and the only thing you want to destroy.”
You tighten your grip on her hand until her knuckles blanch.
“Good,” you breathe. “Because if you disappear one more time without telling me first, I’ll hunt you down myself. I’ll drag you back by your fucking ponytail and chain you to this bed until you forget what the outside world even looks like.”
Pieck laughs, the sound vibrating against your chest when she finally presses her body fully along yours. Skin to skin. Heartbeat to heartbeat.
“Promise?” she murmurs, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Her lips brush the old scar she left there years ago.
You turn your head, catch her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. No teeth this time. Just tongues sliding lazy and possessive, tasting the remnants of everything you’ve already done to each other.
When you pull back, you rest your forehead against hers again.
“Every single day you’re here,” you say, “I’m going to remind you why you can’t leave. I’ll fuck you until you’re crying my name. I’ll kiss every scar you come back with until you forget how you got them. And if you ever try to run again?” You slide your hand down to rest over her heart, pressing hard. “I’ll rip mine out and hand it to you so you have to carry it. So you can’t ever pretend you’re whole without me.”
Pieck’s breath hitches. She curls tighter against you, leg hooking over your hip, arm wrapping around your waist like she’s trying to fuse your bodies together.
“I’m not running,” she whispers. “You’ve got me. The broken parts, the bloody parts, the parts that still want to bite you back. Keep them. They’re yours.”
You kiss her temple.
“I missed you so fucking much, Pieck,” you say against her skin. She hums in agreement.
synopsis; title is self explanatory, how aot women would like you to straddle them.ᐟ
cw; femme reader . SMUT . oral . fingering . boot-riding in hange’s (…yeah) . degrading in annie’s .
꒰ MIKASA ACKERMAN - her abs ꒱
𝜗ৎ mikasa is obsessed with training and she’s very confident about her physique, and since she knows how much you love it as well, she also knows how to use it to her advantage. so one day you two would go from innocently making out in her bed to connect your sopping cunt on her toned abs.
she had been thinking about trying this for a long time but she was too shy to bring that up, until you did.
“mhh yeah… you love it don’t you? grinding your pretty pussy all over me…” it’s what she keeps murmuring, her own heat growing as she hears your whiney moans. fucking you stupid like this without even properly touching you makes her go wild. your cum is smearing on her belly and she can feel your clit pulsating at the touch.
“you’re doing so good, aren’t you? i wanna hear you say it” her shit-eating grin and her words indirectly encouraging to reach your peak. her low voice makes you even more eager to grind on her, the hot feeling in your core is unbearable. you lean down at her to give her a kiss between labored breaths until you break it to let out a loud moan, then she pushes your head deep in her neck so her mouth is connected to your ear.
“keep going— fuck, i love you” she says gripping at your ass.
꒰ ANNIE LEONHART - her hand ꒱
𝜗ৎ annie loves seeing you creaming all over her in general, but one thing she really thrives on is you riding her hand. it’s quite literally her best view. noticing that her fingers are the one pumping in and out of you and making you babble gets her off so much.
the pads of her fingers are constantly stroking your clit, the feeling is so good you begin to move your hips. you’re imploring for you don’t even know what but annie is enjoying every second of it.
“poor dumb slut, aren’t my fingers enough for you? you’re so greedy…” says the girl who still hasn’t still pumped you full during this session, which is great but no. it isn’t enough.
but your greediness doesn’t last long, ‘cause without a warning her fingers enter you and set a fast and hard pace, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. “couldn’t wait any longer huh? look at the mess you’re making… you needy whore…”
꒰ PIECK FINGER - her thigh ꒱
𝜗ৎ pieck feels so comfortable when she’s sitting on the bed and you two are cuddling, and you know it. what you haven’t known for a while is that she also loves you to watch you come undone on top of her. scratching your back while you go dumb on her thigh is something she would die for.
“how you doing babygirl?” it’s what she keeps taunting while you can’t even form a sentence, your mind has fogged up completely. her seductive voice is the only thing your dazed brain can hold onto, and her dirty choice of words is even better.
“i love feeling how wet you are” she murmurs on your neck, kissing it and leaving love-bites on it while your head is leaned back due to the pleasure. she feels herself getting soaked just from the sight, she’s so obsessed with you. and you love it.
꒰ HANGE ZOE - their boot ꒱
𝜗ৎ okay hear me out. the first time it totally started as a joke. hange was stuck in front of that damn computer because they were working, but your clit was throbbing at the very sight. so you eagerly started to grind against the tip of their boot to relieve the feeling. they kept chuckling during the whole thing, it was genuinely ridiculous. they wouldn’t have even thought about doing this but they’ve grown to love watching you fall apart.
“oh my god. you are that desperate…” this is the first time you guys are trying to do it seriously, but they still can’t believe how slutty you can get just by humping your aching pussy on their favorite pair of boots.
their slight giggle in the middle of the act is something you didn’t know it could set you on fire, but here you are flaming over it. clothed clit brushing over the leather, they tug at your hips to guide you to go faster.
“no one could ever have you like this, right?” they say as your eyes roll back with ecstasy. the way you’re almost completely naked while they’re still fully dressed makes them weak. the power dynamic drives them crazy.
꒰ SASHA BRAUS - her face ꒱
𝜗ৎ i think this is pretty obvious: this girl loves to eat!!! pussy ain’t no exception. sasha loves when you situate your heat over her face, laying under you for the sight of your beautiful body. she ADORES gripping your thighs to force you down on her, and what she prefers above anything is watching you squirm.
“woah, what got you squirming so much?” she says between chuckles while she’s slurping at your wetness, switching her tongue from your clit to your leaking hole.
she thought about this all day: to be smudged in your legs, lapping in between you folds. you tug at her hair to search for some more friction, while she grips at your hips to give you what you desire.
“jesus babe, you gotta chill!” she says when she notices your grip is getting harder, your moans have gotten louder in the process. you’re literally humping her face but you can’t help it, her hot tongue on your dripping pussy feels so damn good.
best friend!pieck whose had the biggest crush on you for the absolute longest, and has not shied away from making it obvious. showering you in compliments that only slightly toe the line between friendship and something else. “that skirt looks so good on you.” or “you look so pretty today, i’d kiss you if i could.”
best friend!pieck who’ll occasionally send you her nudes under the guise of “would this be okay to send to him?” but there isn’t a him. she just gets so turned on at the thought of you seeing her like that; rolling her pretty pink nipples between her manicured fingers or her with her thick ass pushed into a deep arch.
best friend!pieck who can’t cum the way she needs to without lewd thoughts of you swimming thru her head :( her pushing your knees up to your chest as she she slaps the tip of her strap on your clit, bringing your bare, soaked pussy down to her face so you can ride it, or teasing you with a fleshlight 😖
best friend!pieck who actually dreams of what it’d feel like to have you suck on her nipples. to hold a firm grip on your jaw as you roll the pebbled buds between your teeth.
best friend!pieck who you think hates every boyfriend you’ve ever had because they aren’t good enough for you. but it’s actually just poorly managed jealousy.
music to watch boys to — g!p pieck finger headcanons
authors note: pieck finger my beloved <3 off topic but i actually cosplayed pieck back in 2022 :P (mostly bc i had an old friend who said i kind of look like her lol)
warnings: NSFW 🔞 mdni
song playing: music to watch boys to by lana del rey
✶⋆.˚ g!p pieck who gets horny from the most random and mundane situations 😭
✶⋆.˚ the two of you could literally just be sitting outside in quiet, and she’ll let out a deep sigh, look at you and say “i’m hard”
✶⋆.˚ g!p pieck who is a switch
✶⋆.˚ when shes a bottom, shes whiny. hips bucking, begging for you to touch her cock in any way and making her feel good
✶⋆.˚ when shes a top, shes so soft with you. her voice low and quiet, her fingers tracing your body like you could break
✶⋆.˚ despite that, g!p pieck who is kind of mean in bed
✶⋆.˚ yes shes soft, but she also likes teasing the hell out of you. cooing at how overstimulated you are, giggling when she stops right before you can cum
✶⋆.˚ g!p pieck who is equally into giving head as she is into receiving head
✶⋆.˚ gives you head whenever you ask for it really. always down to just stop whatever shes doing to be in between your thighs :)
✶⋆.˚ loves getting head after a long day. especially after a long day in titan form or after training, it helps her body ease and relax
✶⋆.˚ g!p pieck who has a secret dacryphilia kink…
✶⋆.˚ g!p pieck who is simple and classic…so yes shes fucking you missionary
✶⋆.˚ g!p pieck who isn’t really loud in bed
✶⋆.˚ she doesn’t cry out or moan loudly. it’s softer. little small gasps of pleasure, a quiet whine, a choked breath
✶⋆.˚ g!p pieck who doesn’t have a preference on where to cum
✶⋆.˚ as long as she gets off, thats enough. so realistically, whatever you’re into (or wherever you tell her to) she’ll do it
✶⋆.˚ although there is something nice about being able to cum on your chest 🫣
✶⋆.˚ g!p pieck whos form of aftercare is gently cleaning you two up, and cuddling to sleep while leaving a kiss on your temple
✶⋆.˚ it’s simple, and its domestic in a sense. just the quiet and gentle aftermath of being loved
