#eremika lemon

[lucacangettathisass]

SOMEONE WE DON'T FOOL

SUMMARY: You meet Eren Jaegar one night while trying to avoid a would be stalker. Taken in by his rough but endearing charm, you find yourself wanting to be around him more. The question is: should you?

FEATURING: Modern au, fem reader, autistic reader, slightly toxic Eren, slightly toxic Mikasa, slightly toxic EreMika, Eren is a semi-pro fighter, slight age gap (Eren is 6-7 years older), slightly pick me Mikasa, everyone has trauma bitch let's get them some fruit, HistorYmir, the Eldians are Jewish, sexual violence further down the line in the fic (will be warned about when it shows up)

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Eren being a bit of a fuckboy rip

NOTES: OMG you guys have been so nice and supportive with this thank you!!! will be making a masterpost for this today so be on the look out!!! likes are lovely but reblogs are even more greatly appreciated! mwah!

TAGLIST: @blckbrdlove @katestrophes

CHAPTER TWO:

Eren

There were times in Eren’s life where he couldn’t help but think How the fuck is this happening?

This mostly occurred in middle school and high school, although it did follow him into his adult life. Such as right now, as he makes his way to his favourite IHOP on a Wednesday afternoon. Of course the surface level answer is easy: he’s here because he saved you, a pretty girl, from a total creep, and then you insisted that you treat him to lunch as a thank you. Simple enough.

But still, a part of Eren felt bad, as he got the feeling he was taking advantage of you. But on the other, you had offered, and were pretty insistent.

In the end he had texted you yesterday, while taking a break from training, to see if you were still up for lunch.

(Of course! You had replied, rather promptly too. Is there anywhere in particular that you want to go?)

And thus, Wednesday IHOP. Sure, Levi might chew him out for it later and make him train harder, but whatever. Free food with a pretty girl is worth whatever punishment Levi can come up with.

A bell rang over the door as Eren opened it, and he scanned the crowd, looking for you.

He quickly spotted you, and God you really were so pretty. You had on one of those girly, wrap around tops, in a soft shade of yellow, light wash jeans, and simple white flats. It was a simple outfit, but somehow it looked so nice on you.

"Hey angel." Eren said casually as he sat across from you, feeling rather smug when he saw you blush. "Hope you weren't waiting too long."

"Not at all." You said quickly. "Do you know what you want to order?"

"Cali roasted Turkey melt." He said. He might be at IHOP but he still didn't want to go overboard, he was an athlete after all. And ok, yeah, fine, he was scared of how much Levi would kick his ass if he went overboard before a fight. Eren might tower over the guy but he knew better than to push him too far. This was as far as he was willing to go. "What about you?"

"The lemon ricotta blueberry crepes look good." You said. 

"Figured you'd be a crepe girl."

"Oh?" You looked at Eren with confusion. "What makes you say that?"

He shrugged. "Pretty girls tend to like crepes."

You blush again and Eren congratulates himself. You were easier to fluster than he had expected.

A waitress came over and took the orders, leaving Eren to freely admire you.

When you had approached him that night, he had thought you were just another girl about to try her luck with him, and he had debated whether to reject you. Sure you were pretty, but you didn't seem to be his type. He liked girls that were a little rough around the edges, tough, willing to give him as good they got from him. But then again, he and Mikasa were off again after a particularly bad fight, so he figured bringing back a girl so unlike his usual fare-so unlike Mikasa-would piss her off something good.

But then you told him about being followed, and everything changed. Eren might be a jackass and a toxic asshole, as Mikasa had so eloquently put it, but he wasn't about to abandon someone who was clearly in danger, especially not a girl. He wasn't going to spit on his mother's name like that.

"Eren? Is there something on my face?"

He blinked, brought back to the present by your voice. He quickly put on a lazy smile, refocusing. "Nah, just admiring it."

Eren had to admit, he was surprised at how much you could blush. Your head must be feeling weird from all the blood that has been rushing to it.

"You know, it occurs to me that I don't know that much about you." You said, and Eren couldn't help but be a little but endeared and charmed by the way you spoke.

He shrugged, leaning back in the chair. "Not much to tell really." He said casually. His tone was bored, but it was all calculated. He's done this song and dance before, he knows the notes and moves by heart now.

"Oh come on, there has to be something."

And it seems you were the perfect partner to duet with.

He kept his body language languid, like one of Levi's cats, as he shrugs again, spreading his legs only to put his left ankle on his right knee. "Well, what do you wanna know?"

"Why this IHOP?" You replied, almost instantly, like you had the question propped and ready to go. "There are a couple others in different parts of the city, so why this one?"

The question caught Eren off guard, and it almost made his mask of cool detachment slip. But he quickly fixed it, right back to performing. "I just like it." He said. 

That wasn't the real reason of course, but he didn't know you well enough to tell the actual reason. Other guys can do the whole sensitive, and vulnerable thing, Eren will pass on that.

If you were unsatisfied with the answer you didn't show it. "That's fair. Explains why you were so quick to order."

"Well that's really because of my diet." Eren said. "I'm an athlete so I gotta be strict."

Your eyes lit up. "Really? What sport do you play?"

So, it looks like you're into athletes. Nice.

"I do MMA."

"Really?" You raised a brow. "I've never met anyone who fights before. How did you get into that?"

"I got into a lot of fights at school." He said casually, amused at the way your eyes widened and how you put a hand over your mouth. You really were the delicate type huh? "Figured I might as well get good at it, and it turns out it's something I'm good at and enjoy, so why not pursue it."

"It must be rough though." You said sympathetically. "I mean, I imagine they're a lot tougher than schoolyard fights."

"Yeah but we have rules so no one gets too fucked up." He paused as the waitress came back with your orders and you both thanked her. "Besides, I have a pretty good track record." He said with a smug smirk.

"How good?"

"30 to 2." He said proudly. "And the 2 are from early in my career."

You raised both of your brows this time, pausing as you cut up your crepe. "Wow." Your voice was soft, eyes wide. "That's…pretty amazing." You said. "You really aren't like any other guy I've met."

Now that's what Eren likes to hear. "You flatter me angel." He said, taking a bite of the melt. "So, what kind of guys have you met?"

"Normal ones I guess." You take a bite of your crepe and your eyes light up. "Oh wow this is good!"

"You say that like you've never had an IHOP crepe before." Eren teased lightly.

"Oh, well, my family isn't a big IHOP family." You replied, and Eren wasn't sure if he was seeing things or not, but he could swear that he thought you looked almost embarrassed for some reason. "So what do you do when you're not fighting or saving girls from creeps?"

He had to chuckle at that one. "Train and work honestly, my schedule doesn't really allow for much else."

"You know, I've always admired how dedicated athletes are." You said. "I mean, you guys devote your whole lives to your sport, always trying to get better and stay on top of your physiques and health. It really is impressive."

Yeah, you definitely seem like an athlete fucker. "Know many athletes?"

"Just a couple guys who play volleyball."

"Is that your type?" Eren teased harder, leaning in to get closer to you. "Volleyball players?"

You blushed heavily, and Eren saw the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed. 

'Easy there Jaeger, down boy.'

"I mean, not really." You replied softly. 

"Then what is?" Eren stayed where he was, looking right into your eyes, even as you tried to avoid his gaze. "Come on, humor me."

"A nice guy I guess." You shrugged, clearly embarrassed. "I-I don't know, I've never really thought about it."

Eren raised a brow. Looks like you're more pure and innocent than he thought. "Well lucky for you I happen to know a pretty nice guy." His charmingly lazy smirk was back. "He's six foot one, does MMA, has a steady job. He sound good?"

You giggled, cheeks going pink. "He sounds OK." You replied, engaging with the teasing this time.

Eren grinned, very satisfied with the set up. "Well he has a fight coming up, you wanna come see it?"

Your eyes lit up, and your excitement was almost palpable. "S-sure. When and where is it?"

Slam dunk.

Eren Jaeger has done it again. 

#eren yaeger x reader #eren jeager x reader #aot fic #aot x reader #modern aot

[sunlightandsuffering]

What are some of your fav eremika lemons/smuts on ff or archiveofourown? I’m looking to expand my list and I trust your judgement lol

Huuhhh this is a tough question because generally, I don't read that much EM smut, I find a lot of it very vanilla when I do read it 😂 that's actually why I started writing EM bc the smut was subpar IMO, I like it dirty and descriptive and with more interesting dynamics more recently lol!!! Here's some fics I actually remember lol!!!

dumb by @murmikaa

closer by erensrag, this one is a little darker lol, but the control is just like A LOT, the tension 🥵

and then recently!! Game Night by anonymous!! HOTTTTT !!!

More specifically there's a lot of awesome smut writers I love, like @liquorisce, her_black_tights, and @irememberthedark

but yeah honestly I struggle with EM smut, a lot of it I find is very vanilla 😂😂 So I too struggle to find smut too, I'm also very picky though, like I can't read first person, I can't read terrible grammar, etc, so like this is also half my problem 🤣 hopefully this gives you a little bit!!! And honestly, if anyone has more to recommend hmu! I'll check it out!

[erenjaeger2347]

I think I'll write an Eremika story here let's set in S4 Au.

Eren walks away from his friends and left on a boat to do his plans and his fate and Eren left for the boat unaware Mikasa is on the boat with him then he turns around and saw Mikasa and he was shocked that she camed with him even though it wasn't his vision that she'll come and Eren went to Mikasa and she looked at him and he grabbed her arm to the other side of the boat and said to Mikasa

"Mikasa why are you here you shouldn't came with me"

"I know but i was finding you and I was thinking about what you said, so I followed you I don't know what's you're plan but I want to be at you're side Eren"

"But why did you came Mikasa you should be with the others I want you to be safe Mikasa from this war."

"NO even if i get hurt Eren i want to still protect you because you mean everything for me Eren I don't care what Hange does to me or you."

Eren was surprised what Mikasa said even though she looks at him like famliy, the truth is he loves her but ever since what happened he wanted her to stay with the others so she can be safe however she's here now and she probably still want to come with him.

"Damn are always like this why do you care about me M-"

Before he was going say anything Mikasa cut him off and yelled to Eren

"BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU. I care about you Eren I don't care if you do hate me or push me away"

"Fine whatever Mikasa you can stay just be with me I don't want you get hurt" Eren said and he walked to the edge of the boat and Mikasa followed him

"Do you hate me?" Mikasa said in a sad tone

"I don't just I want you to be safe because I care about you"

Eren cares about me he always been like that I thought he changed but he never did he's the same boy when rescued me from those kidnappers

"Okay I understand Eren" Mikasa said and Eren nodded that Mikasa understand what is he trying to say to her

Later

Eren and Mikasa we're sleeping together in they're bed together and enjoying thier warmth together, Mikasa like this feeling being with Eren and sleeping with Eren and being on his side it was beautiful to be with him.

The boat stop in a different location and Eren wakes up Mikasa and said

"Wake up Mikasa we're here"

"Hmm okay" Mikasa said yawning and they both left the boat and walked to and Mikasa said to Eren

"Let's go Eren"

"Where to Mikasa"

"I want fo say something I meant something more then Famliy" Mikasa blushed alot but still got her words out, Eren was shocked and Mikasa counties to talk

"I love you Eren you're more then Famliy you're special"

Eren was shocked and happy now that she thinks him more then Famliy but that means will he continue his path maybe he can change a little.

"I love you to Mikasa" Mikasa was surprised but happy for Eren for saying that and they both put they're lips together and Eren said to Mikasa "there's a place we can go their it's a hotel"

"Oh okay Eren"

Warning lemon if you don't like it skip it

Eren and mikasa went to their room together and kissed each other they take off thier clothes and shoes and kissed with tongues

"I really love you Eren so much"

"Me to Mikasa my love"

Eren kissed Mikasa each other, Eren takes off his underwear and Mikasa looksbat his member.

It's so big but I can take it all she said internally and Mikasa opened her mouth and takes Eren and slurping his member and moving slowly.

Eren moaned at Mikasa, she keeps slurping and Eren puts his hands top of Mikasa head and she went deeper and moaned a little loud

"Mikasa I'm about to c- cum"

"Shoot it"

Eren shoots his cum into Mikasa mouth. She almost gagged but swallowed the cum

"I've drink it it was sweet but it's yours Eren" Mikasa said smiling and she lay down in the bed and wides her legs

"I'm ready for you're baby Eren"

Eren nodded linked her pussy and she moaned and he licked it more she moaned loud and she camed and Eren licked it And He wides her leg and put his member in her vagina and she moaned

"You okay"

"Yes just keep doing it even though if it bleeds then it's fine Eren" Mikasa said smiling

Eren nodded and thrusts his member into her and she moaned and Eren keeps thrusting into her and she moaned and wraps her legs around Eren waist and he keeps thrusting into her and she keeps moaning and he thrusts faster and harder. She widen her eyes and moaned so loud .

"E- Eren I'm gonna cum"

"Me to let's cum together" Eren said and Mikasa nodded and she screamed in pleasure and they both camed.

Lemon over

Later

"That was amazing what you did Eren"

"Yeah but I still think you were amazing I love you Mikasa"

"I love you too Eren my love" Mikasa said to Eren and closed her eyes and feel asleep with Eren and tomorrow will be a beautiful day for this cruel but beautiful world.

#eremika #eremika smut #attack on titan #fanfic #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #eren x mikasa

[sinigangsta-ao3]

Thursday Thoughts: Why I said “fuck it” and posted dead dove content on my main

So I wrote a cosmology fic recently: “Asmodeus,” an EreMika fic that loosely retells the Filipino myth of the creation of the sun and the moon.

I’ve always wanted to write a mythology fic. But I also saw this as a ripe opportunity to explore a different style of writing and to write something with drastically dark themes.

And, even though it heavily and graphically deals with violence, incest, and noncon/dubcon, I made the decision to post it on my main AO3 account. Right beside my modern AU fics and my sweet little one-shot of Grandpa Eren and Grandma Mikasa.

For additional context…

As I shared a couple of weeks ago, I’ve created a persona to navigate fandom and write/publish fics. Being "Nina" has been such a freeing experience for me. And one of the biggest benefits of navigating the online space in this way is that (surprisingly and gratefully) I’ve found a group of friends to create alongside, commiserate with, learn from, and simply share what’s going on in my life…

They have also been an invaluable support system as I started to immerse myself in The Fandom of Today — and all the various rules of engagement that it entails. They shared with me their experiences of “cancellation,” the ins-and-outs of “antis vs. pros,” what the hell “ratio” means…

(In full transparency: I still don’t completely understand what any of these terms mean, but I appreciate the context. Learning about their experiences has helped me to approach this online environment with a little more care, a little bit more protection around my own energy.)

You see, I grew up in the age of FF.net — the age of lemons and limes, where tags and warnings weren’t a thing and you just stumbled upon a fic and gave it a chance and hoped for the best.

I’m not about to wax poetic about “The Good Ol’ Days”: I’m a big supporter of how fandom has evolved.

How social media has made fics and fanart a lot more widely accessible and available, how it's a bit easier to find people who are into the same things as you are (regardless of where they're physically located) and share similar interests. How there can be discussion around what you create, and access to the creators themselves so you can get to know them as people. How there's a lot more transparency around what is being created so that you can filter based on your preferences and tastes.

I firmly believe that these are all good evolutionary steps within fandoms in general and how creators and consumers alike can navigate content within fandom.

What I am most confused by (and completely against) is how all of those things have become almost weaponized. How forthrightness with tags and content warnings have seemingly given consumers an opening to judge something before they’ve even consumed it. How the social aspects have provided opportunities for individuals to harass others about what they’ve created, what they think.

(And I know that this isn’t just a “fandom” issue. That these are indicative of larger, global trends that most likely stem from information and content overload, a decline in media comprehension, warped views of online personas and the entitlement we develop when we have such immediate access to them…)

So, before I knew about all of these things (because, in my naivety steeped from fandom of yore, it just never crossed my mind that censorship and harassment could occur), my fic writer friends (bless their hearts) helpfully and well-meaningly cautioned me. Especially when I tossed out that I was working on “Asmodeus.”

They were so helpful and supportive as I wrote it, but they were also helpful in providing guidance on how I should protect myself when posting it. They suggested not talking about it on Twitter, posting it anonymously, maybe even creating a separate AO3 account on which I could post darker content.

And I started to do all those things. Even secured another account so I could have another, “dark” fic writing persona.

But, as I finished up the first part of “Asmodeus” and prepared to post on AO3 under my newly created pseud, something didn’t sit right with me.

To my husband’s frustration, I found myself continuing to ask him if it made sense for me to post under a different name. Should I do that? Should I post anonymously? Should I just post on my main account?

After a lot of internal dialogue and external commiseration with my husband, I finally realized what was bothering me: I realized that I kept wrestling with where I should post and what name I should post under because I ultimately didn’t see a point in censoring myself in this way.

Plus, I was REALLY PROUD of what I ended up writing — and I didn’t like that I subconsciously felt ashamed of something that I really loved.

I realized that I’m already donning the persona of “Nina the Fic Writer.” What is the point of me putting on this “costume” if I have to tone it down for the sake of other people? Why put all this effort into creating a safe place for me to create, to explore, to play if I ultimately have to censor myself?

If I have to start curbing myself, then fic writing just becomes another chore, another job. Another environment in which I need to filter myself for the sake of other people’s opinions.

If I want to continue to be in fandom, to create fics and to interact with other people who are just as obsessive about these stories as I am, then the most sustainable approach for me is to be authentic.

I set boundaries to protect my privacy and my family. But I won’t create additional segmentations of my online persona. I like what I like. I write what I want to write. And I want to own those interests. Wholly and unabashedly.

I commit to these things, though. In my authenticity, I will never say things or create things that actively harm others, especially if they belong to marginalized groups. I will be a responsible writer/creator and clearly apply tags and warnings so that people can filter what I put out there, based on their interests. I will never put down other people for what they create and talk about and enjoy.

But, ultimately, I will not put energy into restraining who I am and what I like and what I want to create.

I’m already told in every other place I exist that I need to tone myself down. Sorry not sorry, but Nina the Fic Writer is not gonna tone herself down. Not in this space.

#personal writing #personal blog #on fandom #eremika #fic writing #thursday thoughts #nina-bean writing

[honeybleed]

synopsis: mikasa watches her marriage slowly unravel from a distance with the new arrival in her home

content & warnings: fem!reader, married jeankasa, past eremika, drugs, smoking, character death, grief, angst, modern au, infidelity, emotional affair, jean and mikasa are in their mid thirties (picture jean from his dream), reader is in her late twenties, jean and mikasa have three children together, italics mean dream/memory & eventual smut (male masturbation, spit, cum eating, oral f. receiving, cowgirl, protected sex)

author’s note: mdni banner credit to @/cafekitsune also many thanks to serena and vegas for helping me with the french dialogue in dis fic love you both 🥹🩷 and i gotta thank mirah for the nanny jokes cos it inspired me YUHHHH

word count: 8.9k

Mikasa Ackerman abided by a strict routine.

Every morning, Mikasa woke at 5:15 am. She showered, brushed her teeth and did her skincare care.

She often alternated between yoga or a morning jog, always taking her glass water bottle with lemon slices and mint leaves.

In her mid-thirties, her stomach was flat as ever and her abs remained toned. Strong from a young age, her job as director of training at the biggest security services in the country required her to keep extremely fit.

When she returned, she'd freshen up again if she broke out a sweat which was not common since her stamina was strong and get started on prepping the kids for school.

Jean and Mikasa shared three children.

Their oldest, an eleven-year-old boy named Noah, their middle child a seven-year-old girl by the name of Kiyoko and their eighteen-month-old daughter, Rina.

Jean's morning routine was a little different. He'd awake around seven and be driven to work around 8:25 am.

Enough time to say goodbye to the kids, kissing them on the forehead (Noah would push him off, but Jean was relentless) and Mikasa a peck on her temple. Which was always met with a meek smile.

Jean was the chief financial officer of a multimedia corporation. He had many responsibilities and was highly respected within the company.

"I think we are going to have to hire a nanny," Mikasa said after Jean returned from putting Rina to sleep.

It was about nine o'clock, and Mikasa's eyes were fixated on organising the meticulously laid out array of tactical gear and weapons on the living room table, loading a handgun.

"Huh? What gives?" Jean asked a little bewildered, his light brown eyes widening.

Despite Jean and Mikasa both being highly successful in their fields, which involved them overexerting themselves which sometimes came at the expense of their children's emotional needs, they both swore they'd do everything themselves.

They never had help around the house. Whether it was gardeners, nannies or housemaids. They tackled errands and chores together.

She shook her head and let out a sigh.

"The executives are considering a higher leadership role for me. And I guess that will mean more hours...more workload. I don't think I'll be able to do my regular picking of the kids up or their homework. Playing with them."

Jean's eyes lit up with pride.

"Mika...!" He exclaimed as he went in to swoop her in his arms, lifting her and twirling her around. "Honey, that's incredible!"

Mikasa winced slightly in discomfort. Yes, she was married to Jean for over a decade but she just could never handle physical affection from him.

He instantly got the hint, setting her down. Jean always felt a pang of hurt when his wife reacted this way when he tried to show her affection.

But he quickly brushed it off, not wanting to dampen the mood.

"Thank you, Jean." She said with a small smile, cheeks heating up from the compliment. "But I'll set up the nanny interview. I understand, nobody wants oddballs around their kids."

"Honey, I just..." Jean swallowed thickly, as he raked his fingers through his hair. "I'm rooting for you, you know that. I'm so damn proud of everything you accomplish but the last thing I would want is our kids to barely recognize us anymore. I'm barely around as it is."

"I get it. So you want me to be a housewife. Right?" Mikasa blurted out, eyebrows furrowing.

"I never said that! I love you as a working woman, you know that." Jean cried out, not wanting to argue with her.

"You've insinuated enough times you want me to stay at home. That's just not happening, Jean. Do you understand? If it's such a big deal that our kids are missing us, why don't you quit? Huh?"

"Mika, you know that-"

"Exactly. So suck it up."

Both of them were at the prime of their careers. Mikasa soared to heights that would probably surpass Jean. Her company was in talks of being bodyguards at the state senator's home.

She'd be the breadwinner soon.

Mikasa stayed up a little later than Jean, ticking off the checklist of the equipment for the upcoming training session.

She didn't mean for any of this. Deep down, she had care and affection for Jean. It was easy to defrost her cold nature when around somebody so warm like him.

However, something forever held her back. Him.

She packed up the equipment and placed it somewhere out of the way. She hadn't missed the way her rebellious son had been fixating on everything under her watchful eye.

Jean was already fast asleep, his chest rising and falling. Her eyes softened as she gazed at her husband. She hooked her finger and stroked his stubbled cheek a few times.

There was so much she wanted to say but she was always trapped in some sort of quicksand. She wanted to apologize countlessly. She wished she was like other women.

Sometimes she wanted to be what Jean wanted. Some sort of housewife who wore frilly pink aprons and baked apple pies.

But it just wasn't who she was.

And she knew Jean was the kind of man who adored everything about her. He was always rooting for her. More than he ever did.

He wouldn't pressure her into conforming to something like that. However, he had dreams. He wanted to be a man Mikasa and their children could rely on. But for now, he accepted the strength and determination of his wife.

They were equals.

Distant sounds of wood being chopped. Mikasa looked around her surroundings. The real home she shared with Jean and their children was a grand estate within a gated community.

Bathed in the soft dawn light, the rustic interior was unfamiliar. She got up from the dining chair and sure enough, Eren Yeager her first love, entered the cabin, hands full of firewood. He put it to the side, and instantly pulled her into his broad chest.

She wordlessly leant into his touch, taking a deep exhale of his aroma. Freshly washed linen of his shirt and the lingering peppermint and eucalyptus body wash he lived on.

"Mika Mika..." He beamed as he looked down to meet her teary eyes. "What's the matter? You know I hate seeing you cry." He teased as he cupped her soft cheek.

This dream of her and Eren in this cabin was recurrent, so much so to the point she had gained self-awareness within the dream. She knew soon enough she'd be torn away.

When she awoke, Eren was six feet under while she had to head to work.

"I'm fine..." She sniffled, steadying herself. She pushed down her tears and smiled at him. "Let's eat, shall we?"

The smell of freshly baked goods across the dining table wafted to her nose, making her stomach rumble and her mouth water.

Her and Eren's eyes met and the two burst into hysterics and the loud grumble of her belly.

It'd always be a peaceful dream. Up until the room would become frosty.

Those eyes of Eren's, reminiscent of the forests dulled as he stared her down.

"Why did you forget me, Mikasa?" He questioned, voice with a haunting edge.

"Eren? What are you talking about? I never once forgot you...!" Mikasa stammered, rising from the chair.

It was nightmarishly similar to their younger days. When he would be angry at her and push her away. Almost punishing her. She grabbed his arm as she pleaded.

"You are always in my heart...my mind.." She said as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Is that so?" Eren sneered as he tore away from her grip.

"Was I on your mind when you walked down that aisle, Mikasa?" He said as he walked up on her, her back hitting the wall as he got up in her face. "Was I in your heart when you were birthing not one, not two but three children of his?"

"Eren...!"

"You don't seem like you miss me anymore. I'm starting to think that's a lie you tell people to feel sorry for you."

"Why are you saying things like this..?" She gasped out, a lump in her throat forming as her vision blurred.

"Poor little Mikasa, her childhood sweetheart was depressed and overdosed."

"Eren, stop it!" She cried out as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her heart was racing, she felt shadows loom. The gentle morning light was gone within an instant. Walls closing in on her.

The cabin was gone. And she was thrust into the same hospital.

The day he died.

Sirens blaring, the smell of antiseptic and industrial metal.

Carla sobbed uncontrollably into Grisha's chest as the doctor confirmed they were unable to resuscitate Eren who had overdosed on counterfeit pills.

She turned to see Armin, Jean, Sasha and Connie all rushing towards the three. Carla was inconsolable but Mikasa was numb.

Her vision was slowing around her, unsteady on her feet when Jean quickly caught her before she hit the cold floor.

"Easy there." He said softly as he set her on the waiting room chair.

Armin was trying his best to hold back his tears but couldn't help but wail his best friend's name. It was not as if the group was unaware of Eren's struggle with depression and his pill problem.

But only Mikasa and Armin knew the severity of it all. His parents had forced him into rehab but he had always struggled to stay clean with the constant dark thoughts looming in his mind.

Mikasa thought back to the last time she spoke to Eren at a party Reiner had thrown.

"What do you see me as...?" He said softly, as he gazed at her. She was always breathtaking in Eren's eyes. As the fairy lights in the cosy room upstairs, away from the hubbub of the rowdy party went on.

"What do you mean?" Mikasa stammered, taken aback at the sudden question.

She'd spent most of the party with Armin and even danced with Annie and Historia. It was always like this with Eren she supposed.

Yes, they grew up together in the same home. But she deeply loved him. He was the only person she could see herself spending the rest of her life with.

"C'mon Mika, you know what I'm asking," Eren said with a chuckle. "You see me as more than family. Right?"

She was too stunned to answer at first. Swallowing, she shook her head. She knew Eren too well. She didn't feel as if he was sincere at all.

"You mean a lot to me." She settled on. Not wanting to destroy things.

But that answer wasn't acceptable for Eren. He shook his head and muttered something unintelligible under his breath.

"I get it."

And that was the last time she saw him, when he brushed past her, exiting the room. He didn’t come home that night.

"Mika?" He called out as he stood in the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"You look real pretty tonight."

"I didn't think he was gonna go and do that," Connie muttered to Jean as the three stood in the hospital parking lot, not fully grasping the fact Eren had passed away.

"He was a reckless guy," Jean said with a wry laugh. "He asked me to take care of her if something happened to him."

"Huh?" Sasha said pulling a face. "If anything, she'll be the one taking care of you princess."

Sasha and Connie burst into hysterics and Jean's expense.

"Shut up!" He hissed which only spurred them on more.

Staring at his cold and lifeless body, his lips blue as he lay in the morgue, she hoped he was at peace.

She could still hear Carla sobbing outside. It must've been more painful for a child to go before you as a parent, she reckoned. Grisha advised her not to but she wanted to see Eren.

One last time.

Suddenly, his eyes wrenched opened and his hand reached out to instantly grab her throat.

She instantly was torn out of the dream, crying something unintelligible out. Her sudden jolt stirred Jean awake.

"Mika, are you alright...?"

He turned on the bedside table’s lamp, stomach churning when he saw her frightened state. Trembling fingers and sweat caused strands of her hair to plaster onto her forehead.

"You're alright, honey." He said as he gathered her in his warm embrace. Her heart hammered as she gasped for breath. She nodded as Jean's hold brought her back down to reality.

He smoothed the top of her raven tresses as he kissed the top of her head.

"I'll get you water." He said as he clambered out of bed.

"No, it's fine Jean. Sorry."

"I'm not taking no for an answer." He said sternly as he made his way out of the bedroom.

He returned and sat on the edge of the bed as she hurriedly gulped down the cool water, quenching her dry throat.

"...Was it a bad dream?" He asked despite knowing the answer.

She nodded as she vacantly gazed out, not facing him.

"Was it him?"

She nodded again.

"Figures," Jean muttered with a wry laugh as he crossed his arms. "Bastard was relentless."

"You two were two sides of the same coin." Mikasa teased as she set the cup down.

Jean settled on not saying anything.

"I'll be fine, Jean." She said in an attempt to reassure him with a weak smile.

He wasn't sure if he could believe her.

"Is Mommy okay?" Kiyoko questioned Jean. The little girl was in her booster seat beside her older brother as Jean was on the morning school run.

Something unheard of in their household.

"She's alright, sweetheart," Jean replied calmly as he looked at his daughter in the rearview mirror. Though his son noticed his knuckles whitening from the grip on the steering wheel. "She's just a bit under the weather, she'll be alright soon. Okay?"

"So why did she go to work?" Noah said bluntly.

Jean internally cursed to himself.

His mother once mentioned his son had the same smart mouth and know-it-all behavior he did.

"Because she had to drop by." Jean flat out lied through gritted teeth. Praying Noah would drop it.

"Why would Mommy go to work if she's sick?" Kiyoko asked. "Dropping us off is more quick than a whole day there."

Noah snorted to himself.

Jean let out a sigh as he looked at the three children.

"I don't know, honey. When she's feeling better, she can explain it to you. Okay?"

Kiyoko nodded.

"Okay Daddy!" She beamed, relieving the burden off of Jean. As he parked in her elementary school's parking lot, his daughter scrambled out of the seat to kiss him on the cheek.

"Have a great day, Kiki. Alright? Don't worry about Mommy too much, she's a fighter. Remember?"

She eagerly nodded her head.

"You look like shit."

Mikasa looked up to see none other than an unimpressed Annie Leonhart with her hand on her hip as she tied up her boot.

"Can always count on you for some honesty, huh Annie?" Mikasa chuckled airily as she dusted off her cargo pants and sighed.

"Spill. Rough night?"

"A little. Jean isn't too thrilled about the idea of a nanny."

"That's odd. Usually men salivate over the idea of a nanny."

"Annie." Mikasa tutted disapprovingly as her eyebrows furrowed.

"What? You said you could count on me for honesty, I'm just saying. Maybe hire an old broad."

"Jean is not like that."

Mikasa supposed that was one of the reasons why she married Jean. As much as she didn't act on urges or would need a drink or two, she had the man at her beck and call.

He worshipped the ground she walked on. Men are dogs but Jean Kirstein was obedience-trained.

"What makes you think that?" She chuckled. "You got him on a leash?"

"Even if I did, it's not as if he runs wild. He just...sorta sits there."

Mikasa's tendency to say things with nonchalance always sent Annie into hysterics. Laughter overtook her body.

"What?" Mikasa piped up, bewildered at Annie's reaction.

"Never change, Ackerman."

"Just pray and hope he doesn't choose the recently graduated youngin with nice tits. Or you'll be in for one heck of a ride." 

Jean took an off day.

He rarely did but in all honesty, guilt loomed over him following the squabble last night. He never wanted Mikasa to feel as if he was pressuring her into becoming a fully-fledged stay-at-home mom.

Despite being opposed to the idea, what Mikasa wants, is Mikasa gets. She had tasked him instead to handle the interviews for the nannies.

She had trimmed the pickings to three women. Jean was sure as hell not picking the first one. A chain-smoking middle-aged woman with one of the worst attitudes he'd ever seen.

The second lady seemed a bit too Greenpeace and hippie to be a nanny in their neighborhood. He was patiently waiting for the third one.

He smiled at baby Rina who was burbling happily as she teethed on the rubber ring.

Picking her up from the walker, and settling her on his lap as he dabbed up the drool dribbling down her chin and from the teether with a bib.

"You happy to see Daddy?" Jean cooed as he lifted the girl in his arms, causing her to giggle wildly. He brought her back down, peppering her chubby cheeks.

He paused and turned to see a young woman, likely in her early twenties standing in the doorway after she cleared her throat.

"...Hi." You said awkwardly with a wave. "I'm here for the nanny interview?"

"Oh! Sorry about that. Let me just set her down and I'll be right back." Jean said with a polite smile. "It's noon anyways, she needs her nap."

You were in awe as you looked around the interior of the living room. You hit the jackpot when you did a bit of background research on the couple.

Jean Kirstein who had worked his way up from a junior accountant, now a part of the executive leadership team in a million-dollar corporation considered to be at the forefront of multimedia innovation.

Mikasa Ackerman as modest and humble as she was a trailblazer in security training and had garnered attention from her rivals and media.

The two were a power couple in their respective fields. From the outside, it seemed as if they had it all as your eyes scanned the room. There was a nosy part of you that wanted to know why she didn't take her husband's last name.

Photos of their wedding day and their family as a whole in silver frames. Soon Jean returned. He gestured for you to sit on the plush sofa opposite him.

You took out a plastic wallet that contained your resume and qualifications from your handbag and handed it towards him.

As he flipped through, he let out a whistle.

"First aid...and you're fluent in three languages...?" He chuckled, a little in awe. His wife had a keen eye.

"Uh-huh. Well, four. English of course, but French, Spanish and Italian."

Jean of French ancestry, who had ties to a small village in the south of France where he spent his summers there was taken aback. Other than work, it'd been a while since he'd met another French speaker.

He hoped she wasn't bluffing. Since the vacancy was so highly sought out, the last thing he wanted was somebody dishonest near his children.

"Bonjour, comment allez-vous?"

Despite the warm smile on your face, you held back the urge to roll your eyes. If you put a language on your resume, you wouldn't know basic greetings.

"Je vais bien, merci d'avoir demandé. Et vous?" You replied sickly sweetly.

"Je vais bien. Continuons l'entretien."

You nodded. So far, Jean seemed to be asking general interview questions which was alright. French wasn't your preferred language but you grasped it all the same.

Your eyebrows furrowed when he threw an odd question at you.

"Êtes-vous célibataire?"

"Avec tout le respect que je vous dois, n'êtes-vous pas marié?" You responded, bewildered at the question.

Jean was completely taken aback. She looked so disengaged when he was talking to her, that he assumed she had been lying about being fluent.

It didn't hurt you were sexy as hell.

"Si je suis honnête, vous n’êtes pas mon type." You said, you then lowered your voice and leaned towards him, your minty breath tickling the shell of his ear. "Je ne m'intéresse pas aux vieillards."

Poker face on, his lips pressed into a thin line, he couldn't help the fact his eyes roamed.

A tight orange tee that exposed your midriff with a belly button bar with an amethyst butterfly pendant, your boobs sitting upright and perky.

His mind was wandering.

The bite to your bark certainly wasn't helping douse the flame of his attraction.

He cleared his throat as he sat upright.

"I apologize for my inappropriate question." He said as he looked right into your eyes. "I was mistaken to think you were bluffing or exaggerating the things on your resume."

"It's fine, Mr. Kirstein." You said, waving a hand dismissively. "I just hope this doesn't affect my running for this job. I firmly believe I meet all the requirements necessary and I am confident in my capabilities."

Though you were slightly miffed his attempt at throwing you off had to go down the “are you easy?” route.

"Did my wife tell you about the duties she had in mind?" He asked earnestly, heart hammering as humiliation washed over him from his massive fuck up.

You nodded.

"She said over the phone if I was given the job, there was already a living space in here." You replied.

"Ah...well."

"Look, Mr. Kirstein. I don't want us to get off on the wrong foot. I'm here for the children. Nothing more, nothing less. So we can forget that little exchange ever happened. Okay?"

He nervously swallowed as he nodded.

"Thank you." He breathed out gratefully.

Mikasa's mind was hurtling at the speed of light as she drove home.

Annie wasn't lying. But she trusted Jean. He'd never shown her any reason to be disloyal or a cheater.

Jean's company was overrun with beautiful young actresses who he sometimes had meetings with and the man didn't falter once.

He made it evident to anybody who would listen he was married. A crumpled snapshot from the photo booth on their very first date in his wallet.

She always told him she hated it but he wouldn't hear it. Jean took every and any chance to namedrop he was married to Mikasa.

When she arrived, Mikasa took off her shoes in the hallway.

Lo and behold her husband was sitting beside none other than the "youngin with nice tits" as Annie dubbed. Holding her baby, Jean seemed to be fawning over her.

Without a second thought, Mikasa advanced on the two - her Mama Bear instincts kicking in and took baby Rina from your arms.

"This must be the new nanny...?" She asked.

"Ah, nice to finally meet you." You smiled as you stood up to shake her hand. "I'm Y/N L/N."

Mikasa cautiously eyed you. Then eventually took your hand to give it a firm shake.

"She's a good fit with the kids." Jean smiled. "I'm sure Noah will take some adjusting but Kiyoko and Rina adore her already."

"Well...our babies are a bit sheltered." She murmured.

She already felt as if the ride Annie warned her about was going to start any minute.

Mikasa was exhilarated with the direction her career was going. She even took Jean along as her plus-one at her company's event.

They had finally been chosen to guard and protect the state's senators. Needing her to work from there for the same month.

The couple sat in the chauffeured limo riding to the event, holding hands. Jean was pleasantly surprised since Mikasa hated PDA but embraced it all the same.

"I'm proud of you, Mika." He said gently as he gazed at her. His heart raced at how beautiful she looked in the shoulder-less maroon silk dress.

"Thank you, Jean." She responded as she squeezed his hand. "But I'm nervous to be away from the kids for so long. I'll miss you all."

"It's okay, honey." Jean reassured. "Who knows, maybe we can try and visit you?"

Mikasa snickered to herself.

"Ah, that'd be nice. But I'm on the clock almost sixteen hours. And when I'm off it'll be midnight to dawn. Can't screw up the kid's sleep pattern." She replied. "It would be nice.."

"Perhaps when you return we can go for a vacation?" He grinned.

"Where would we even go?" She chuckled. "I love you all but a road trip sounds like hell."

"We aren't that bad, Mika. C'mon." Jean teased as he nudged her side.

"We'll see."

After they entered the grand venue, Mikasa introduced her husband which surprised everybody despite her wedding band being on at work all the time, Jean dragged Mikasa onto the dancefloor.

"For old time's sake?" He pleaded. "You've only ever danced with me at our wedding, you know."

"If you step on my feet, I'll kill you." She sighed as she reluctantly made her way towards him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiled.

As the two swayed to the jazz band, she rested her head on his broad chest.

Relishing his aroma and warm embrace one hand was on the small of her back and the other on her hip. She loved Jean but she was sure the love she had could never measure to the love he had for her.

Months passed and Mikasa settled fairly well into her new role despite being away. Some phone calls and FaceTime but she was mostly occupied with the job.

You practically were a staple in the Kirstein household. You'd also settled in quite smoothly.

Kiyoko was a happy-go-lucky child who fell head over heels for you almost immediately.

It took some buttering up on your part for the stubborn Noah to like you but you eventually won him over when you kicked his butt in Overwatch.

Jean's company was undergoing office reservations which required him and the other executives to work at home for the next month or so.

Mikasa being gone meant he didn't have to follow strict regimens as much.

If he popped up to the kitchen with a bedhead and sweatpants she would've burnt lasers into his skull.

You had already dropped Noah and Kiyoko at school and were occupied with preparing oatmeal. Mikasa left a recipe book and was rather meticulous about her children's diets.

Rina was sat in the highchair as you stirred the pot a few times.

"Good morning, Mr. Kirstein...!" You said with a warm smile.

"Are you always this...bright in the mornings?" He snorted as he sat at the dining chair after he kissed the top of Rina's head.

"Eh, comes with the job I suppose." You responded. "Are you done with work already?"

"Yeah. It's a slow day. Other execs are out of the country on business and the work is fairly straightforward. I don't want to leave you handling three children by yourself. You doing alright?"

"Oh come on, Mr. Kirstein. Three children are not that bad. It's literally my job after all. And..Rina's a pretty well-behaved baby.." You smiled.

Your eyes widened slightly when Jean stood beside you, towering over you. He tasted the oatmeal, smacking his lips.

"What's the deal with this oatmeal? Seems different."

"Oh, I followed Miss Ackerman's recipe she gave. She doesn't want Rina eating high sugar so I suppose it's a little bland."

"Yeah, I can see that."

He chuckled as he rubbed the nape of his neck. Mikasa was a good cook though. He fondly thought back on the Japanese dishes she made whenever he fell ill.

"Well, can't go wrong with simple meals. As long as it's nutritious."

"I could probably sweeten it up. I'm sure a small amount of honey wouldn't hurt."

"I think a little bit should be fine. As long as it's not in excess. Don't start spoiling my munchkin. She'll end up like Noah." He snorted.

"Ah...with this house...her nursery. Her being spoiled is inevitable." You giggled as you took a teaspoon of honey and drizzled it into the small bowl.

"Oh crap, I didn't even do a heat test." You muttered.

"I'll do it. Give me a spoonful."

Your eyes widened at the absurdity of his request. Nevertheless, you obliged. It seemed harmless.

Your heart raced when Jean opened his mouth eagerly for you.

His tongue grazed along the edge of the spoon as the honey landed on it. The warm and wet muscle danced around it playfully as it lingered on his tongue.

There was no way such a simple action seemed so oddly alluring on his part. Maybe it was because he was so close to you. The fact he crouched down slightly.

"...Is it okay? For her? It's not too hot, right?" You finally spoke, dazed by his action.

He swallowed then nodded, staring into your eyes and you could just about catch the look of desire swirling in his amber hues.

"It's good. Just the right temperature. Not too hot. Not too cold." He said with a smirk.

The next few weeks went like a whirlwind. You'd grown a lot closer with Jean.

You got a lot of compliments whenever you took all three of the children out on weekends.

"Your wife is very beautiful." An elderly lady remarked as you and Jean sat on the bench as Kiyoko and Noah rushed to the playground, Rina in the stroller beside Jean.

"Oh, no...I'm not-"

"Isn't she?" Jean interrupted with a smug smile. "You have a nice day, ma'am."

"You too, God bless."

"Mr. Kirstein!" You hissed after the lady walked away. "What was that for?!"

"Ah, what? I can't pretend a pretty little thing like you is my wife?" He teased as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Not appropriate." You muttered disapprovingly.

"Ah jeez, don't be mad at me. I'm sorry." He snorted, clearly not sorry which made you stifle a laugh as you rolled your eyes.

"How's it like being the chief financial officer of such a large corporation...?" You asked one day as the both of you sat on the rug of Rina's nursery one weekday after she tired herself out from playtime.

"It's fairly straightforward. There are some stressful days and you have to make decisions and come up with ideas under pressure, but nothing crazy." He shrugged as Rina was fast asleep in his arms.

"So...did you always want to be a nanny?" He asked.

"I mean...I don't think anybody wakes up wanting to be one. But when working with kids it's better to work for a rich family." You chuckled earning a grin from him.

"It's just...a current job. Maybe I'll open my own nursery. But it doesn't seem like that'll be happening any time soon." You murmured.

"What makes you say that?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"Man...all my peers all got their own businesses. And there's just me...nannying at twenty eight."

"Can I ask you something?" He asked

"Shoot." You responded as you stared up at the ceiling, smiling at the painted stars.

He paused for a few seconds, his voice tender and laced with sympathy.

"Does part of that feeling come from the fact that you feel unaccomplished at this point in life and like you aren't where you should be?"

"I guess so." You said leaning on your side to meet his eyes.

"Is there a specific reason for that?"

"I don't even know what the hell I'm doing." You said with a mirthless laugh.

"You wanna know a big secret about life?"

"Wouldn't hurt I guess." You snorted.

"About 90% of the people on the planet feel exactly the same way you're feeling right now. But when you look at them, you don't realise how worried they are." He said with a smile. "So never feel bad about taking your time. You're right on track."

"...Wow. That's kinda real." You giggled. "Never thought such a big shot like yourself would be giving words of encouragement."

"What can I say?" He chuckled. "I guess having kids made me a softie. If you came to me a decade ago I probably would've been a jackass."

"Well. It means a lot. Thank you, Mr. Kirstein."

"You know you can drop the Mr. Kirstein." He chuckled as he got up to tuck Rina into her crib. "Makes me feel like an old geezer. I'm barely thirty six!"

"Alright...Jean." You smiled.

"Atta girl." He chuckled.

There it goes again. Heart pounding. You're going to break the basic rule of nannying if he keeps this up.

"Do not screw your married boss!" Your mind screeched. Good luck with that.

Jean stared off into the distance of the balcony, hand on the railing as he took a drag from his cigarette. He knew the ashes would probably leave marks on the roofing but he couldn't care less at this point.

His mind was in absolute turmoil. His entire life was Mikasa Ackerman from the very moment he laid eyes on her. And he couldn't lie.

Her reserved nature attracted him too. He liked the chase. He revelled in the gracious smiles she'd give him, feeling like he earned it.

But he could feel something beginning between the two of you.

Something he'd never felt before.

They'd married so young, and before they married Jean never experienced love. Nobody had a crush on him. He never received reciprocated affection.

And if he did from his wife, it was very sparse.

He treasured the memory deeply of his and Mikasa's first kiss. Another was when Noah was born, the image of her smiling at their precious baby boy as he burbled happily in his mother's arms made his heart swell with pride.

He'd achieved everything he wanted. To marry the love of his life. To have a child. And to protect and provide for them.

"You smoke?"

He turned to see you in the doorway of the glass sliding door.

There you were.

"Bad habit. I ditched it right before my eldest was born but it still manages to creep back on me now and then." He chuckled wryly. "The kids asleep?"

"Had to wrangle Noah's switch away from him but he's good for now." You responded earning a laugh from Jean.

His stomach churned a little. Why was he seeing a future with you?

This was the first time in a long time he felt genuinely relieved. And he didn't want to let you go.

When Mikasa returned, she stared in absolute horror as Rina began to scream and cry when Jean handed the baby to her. She desperately tried to escape from her grip.

The entire thing shattered her heart. Even Jean gaped in confusion. A month was a long time but there was no way an eighteen-month-old could forget their mother.

He quickly took Rina from Mikasa and soothed her.

"Mika, it's okay...I'm sure she's just a bit cranky. Maybe she needs a nap. Mhm?" He said with an uneasy laugh, Mikasa still frozen.

Kiyoko tugged at her sleeve.

"Mommy...does this mean Y/N is leaving? I don't want her to go..." 

"Oh, so you'd rather me leave?!" Mikasa snapped, causing Kiyoko's face to scrunch up at the sudden harshness of her mother's voice.

"Wait, honey...I didn't mean that-" Mikasa stammered as tears spilt down her cheeks.

"Mikasa, what the hell is wrong with you? Why would you even say that?!" Jean barked, completely thrown off guard that Mikasa would say something so irrational to their daughter.

"Get yourself together." He hissed as he headed out of the living room with his daughters.

She headed upstairs after a few minutes of splashing cold water on her face in the downstairs bathroom but paused when she could hear you and Jean.

"I honestly don't know what's gotten into her." Jean groaned as you stood in his office after he put the children to bed.

"Have you asked?"

"Y/N, please. I've known my wife since I was twelve. You don't ask her what's the matter, she tells you when she feels like it." Jean sighed as his hand dragged down his face.

"That's not exactly...healthy."

Mikasa's mouth went dry as she overheard the two of you.

"That conniving little BITCH!" She fumed internally.

Why were you feeding things into Jean's head?

The next evening, she was going to take matters into her own hands. She'd been frosty with both you and Jean for the entirety of the day. Jean shrugged it off but it worried you.

After Jean headed to work, she packed overnight bags for the kids and drove them to their grandmother's — Jean's mother.

And your worries worsened when she asked you to come into her own office.

"How much?" She said coldly.

"Huh?"

"How much should I pay you to never come back here? Forget me and my family. Don't put on your resume that you worked here, leave it as a gap."

"Miss Ackerman, I don't understand...have I done something to offend you?"

You were disturbed greatly by the hollow look in Mikasa's eyes as she began to laugh. And laugh. And laugh.

She hunched over, clutching her sides as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Maybe for your next job consider being a comedian you funny, funny girl."

"I'm being serious." You said bluntly. "Have I endangered the children?"

"Your job was to take care of the children. Not flirt with my husband or open your legs. Isn't that Nanny 101? Try not to sleep with the husband?"

Your blood was boiling.

"With all due respect, Miss Ackerman. I did not sleep with your husband." You said with a wry laugh.

"And I'm supposed to believe that? When you refer to me as Miss Ackerman but you're somehow on first name basis with him?"

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you paused. The last thing you needed was to start ranting like a madwoman.

"The week he had to do remote working, we did develop a friendship. But honest to God, I did not touch him! Mikasa, I love your children with all my heart. I would never want to break their family apart."

"You've already created a wedge between him and me. So I figure it's just better if you leave. Okay?"

She felt guilty, with the way your voice cracked. You were humiliated by the allegation. Being accused of screwing your boss was probably the worst thing that could happen to a woman. There was no coming back.

You remained silent.

"I was harsh, but if I tolerate this any longer I know this will destroy my family. And I work hard for my family...for my children!" She said as she felt herself getting choked up. 

"You think I enjoy staying away from my babies? Missing out on everything? Rina's too young but she already thinks I'm a stranger, Kiyoko is repeatedly disappointed by me and it eats me up alive knowing I'm breaking my daughter's heart. Letting her down. But God, the worst has to be Noah. The fact my son looks at me with such disdain...I feel as if I can't show my face around my own house. I hired you but it's almost as if I hired my damn replacement."

"Mikasa...please. Your children know you work for them...you're their hero." You said, feeling a lump in your throat at her visible distress.

She was a woman who never showed her emotions.

"Thank you, Y/N. But it feels like a slap in the face coming from you." She sighed. "I'll make sure you get this month's payment. Just pack your things and go."

And with that, you took your leave. You wanted to scream and shout. You felt injustice in this entire scenario. However, it wasn't as if there wasn't truth.

You and Jean flirted a lot.

And...you did have feelings for Jean. Strong ones.

So you followed what she wanted. She didn't want you to say goodbye to the kids. She wanted you to disappear from her family.

"Mikasa, where the hell is Y/N?" Jean yelled out as he realised you were missing from the home and his text messages hadn't gone through. "The kids are gone too!"

"I fired her," Mikasa said plainly not looking up from the paperwork on her desk. "And they're at your mother's for the weekend."

"You...what?!"

"As of next week, the other candidate Helga will be working for us."

Jean's nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Have you even met that woman? Her entire resume pre-1980s was redacted!"

"Poor little Jean...so lonely, stuck with the frigid bitch of a wife so much so he had to stick his dick in the hot nanny with 'cum on me tits', huh?!" Mikasa screamed as she shot up from the desk, glaring at Jean.

"God...enough!" Jean yelled.

Mikasa blinked when the realisation sunk in that for the first time in over ten years, Jean had yelled at her.

"You have some goddamn nerve, I'll tell you that missy." Jean hissed as he slammed his hands onto the desk, glowering at her.

"I beg your pardon...?"

"Coming on nearly two damn decades, you've made me a guest in my own marriage. If I stick around any longer, I'm sure we'll wrinkled, gray-haired, on rocking chairs and you'd still be blathering on about that suicidal blockhead-"

He was cut off when he felt a stinging sensation on his cheek, his head spinning. Mikasa's eyes widened. She stared at her trembling hand that ached from how much force she used in slapping Jean.

He spat blood onto the carpet.

Jean's silence terrified Mikasa more. He simply nodded with a despondent laugh.

"I see he's still a touchy subject, eh Mika?" Jean said, voice dangerously low as he rubbed his chin.

"Jean, I-I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me-" She pleaded as she grabbed his forearm.

"I get it. You know...I sit through millions of pilots and read dozens of scripts. You're right. Husband screwing the nanny is cliché." Jean began. "But for the very first time, I felt somebody love me without having to grovel. Something I never got from the woman I devoted myself to."

He stormed out of the house, leaving Mikasa on the verge of tears all alone in the big house.

"You shouldn't be here.." Your voice cracked when you saw Jean breathing heavily as he stood in the doorway.

You picked the nearest motel, not caring how crappy it was. Just as long as you were away from it all.

"Why didn't you tell me what happened...?!" Jean exclaimed, the expression on his face showing how visibly hurt he was by your choice to walk away. He looked around the motel, pulling a face at the run-down room.

"I'd never let you sleep in a shit hole like this. God, if I stay here any longer I'm sure I'll contract some sort of vehnereal disease. Grab your stuff, you're coming with me." Jean said sternly as he peered down at you.

As much as you wanted to argue and assure him you were fine where you were, something about his tone and the way he stared down at you let you know this was non-negotiable.

He drove in silence until he parked.

"...You have a beach house?" You questioned, in disbelief.

"Yeah." He chuckled. "We barely use it. At least it came in handy."

You wordlessly followed after him as you lugged your belongings.

The silence was stifling for him until you broke it after you settled your belongings. 

"Why did you come and find me?" You questioned, the dam that held back your tears was nearly about to burst.

"None of this was your fault, do you understand?" He said firmly as he took your hands in his.

Pulling out of his grasp, you shook your head.

"I'm not some little girl, Jean. I have to take some accountability on my end. At no point should I have crossed those boundaries with my employer."

Referring to him as your employer shattered his heart.

"...Is that all I am to you?"

The irrational part of you was screaming and banging on the walls as you stood in front of the older man. You wanted to throw yourself in his arms, mess up his slick backed sandy brown tresses and kiss him senseless. 

You wanted to scream your feelings to the entire world. You've never felt this way about anybody before. It was killing you.

"No...I love you, Jean Kirstein. Employer be damned..!" You said, chest heavy.

Your sudden revelation left Jean stunned. At first, he stared at you in utter shock. But his impulses kicked in.

He grabbed you by the waist, crushed his lips onto yours furiously and slammed you against the wall.

You let out a gasp as you melted into the kiss, your legs wrapped around his torso as your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging the roots.

Jean's heart raced as he felt your legs wrap around him.

His mouth moved against yours almost carnally as his hands roamed over your body, gripping you tightly.

The passion between the both of you was electric.

Breaking the kiss, Jean stared into your eyes with an intense look of desire.

With a shaky breath, he carried you and laid you on the bed. He slowly undressed you until you were completely nude. 

The body he'd dreamed of these past few months. He gazed at your body in absolute awe.

"You're just so fucking beautiful." He murmured as his eyes raked over you, taking in every curve and contour.

He started to remove his clothes too, taking off his shirt and pants before climbing onto the bed beside you.

"I need to feel your skin on mine."

Your mouth salivated at Jean's thick, hard length. He was big.

"Like what you see?" He smirked.

"Can you touch yourself...?" You murmured as you bit your lip. You felt love for the man, of course. But as of now, you felt primal feelings of lust overtake your senses.

He licked his lips at your request, a sense of pride washing over him. He couldn't remember the last time he felt wanted like this.

He pumped his cock harder, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Tell me you want me.." He said voice strained.

"I want you, baby. Only you." You said with your chest as you watched him, biting your lip with a sinful glint in your eye as he continued to stroke his length.

"Where do you wanna cum, baby? I'll let you do it anywhere you want, just tell me."

Jean couldn't help himself. The look in your eyes, how willing and attracted you were to him. You made him feel so wanted and needed.

He immediately lost his control and gasped your name as he shot his load across your chest and stomach.

"Fuck, Y/N!" He groaned, a little embarrassed he came so early. "Don't play with me like that."

"Whaaaaat?" You dragged out with a giggle. "Why are you mad at me?"

"Not mad. Just...not used to this." He breathed out as his chest was slick with sweat and his hair was tousled.

You scooped up the cum with your fingers, bringing it to your mouth to suck them, making lewd and obscene noises.

"You taste good." You smiled.

Jean was beyond flustered as he panted.

"Jesus Christ. You're insatiable, aren't you?" He murmured as his hand wrapped around the nape of your neck and pulled you roughly against him for a deep, wet kiss. You both moaned as he could taste himself on your tongue.

When he pulled away, you giggled as strings of saliva connected between the two of you. As he kissed down your body and finally reached your core, his tongue traced slow, teasing circles over the sensitive skin between your legs.

You shivered and your back arched as he didn't let up, his touch becoming more insistent and intense with each passing moment.

He hungrily began to suck and tease your folds, your back arching and a whimper falling from your lips.

With his tongue moving more vigorously, Jean shifted between long, sweeping licks and small, playful flicks that had you writhing under him in a blissful daze. 

He added a finger, slipping it inside you as his thumb worked at your bundle of nerves.

"That's it, honey, let go for me." He whispered fervently as felt your muscles tightening around his digit.

You cursed as your body shuddered, and essence oozed into his mouth. He continued to suck and lap at your core, relishing the taste of your sweet release on his tongue. As you came down from your high, he pressed a kiss to your clit and pulled away.

He watched eagerly with anticipation as you straddled him. You let out a gasp as you sunk onto his length, his hands gripping your hips. It took some adjusting, you hissing slightly.

It alarmed him slightly, as he looked up at you with concern. He paused briefly and sat up to kiss and nibble at your neck, his voice low and comforting.

"It's okay, darlin'. Just take it slow, push down against me when you're ready."

You nodded as he caressed your back soothingly, holding you tightly.

"Alright.." You nodded as your fingers interlaced with his. 

"If it hurts, we'll stop." He said firmly, his voice gentle as he stroked your cheek.

He remained still, allowing you to control the pace as you worked on getting used to his size. His hands tightly grasped onto your hips, steadying you as you slid down onto him.

He stroked his large and calloused hands comfortingly up and down your back, urging you with sweet whispers of praise and reassurance, watching you intently and holding back a groan at the feeling of you wrapped snugly around his length.

"You're doing so well, Y/N." He cooed, kissing and nipping at your neck as you continued to move. You moaned, mind swimming with lust. "Just take it slow and trust me."

He moved in for another deep kiss, his tongue searching your mouth as he sighed against you.

"You feel so good, baby." He mumbled, enjoying the sensation of you moving on top of him.

"Jean...oh god, don't stop..."

Jean chuckled softly at your words, his fingers tweaking and teasing your hardened nipples gently.

"Of course not, baby." He said, his voice husky and filled with desire.

His hands never stop their sensual massage of your breasts, playing with them and teasing them as you continue to move on top of him.

His tongue explored your mouth as he moaned softly in pleasure.

"So tight and warm around me. I could stay like this forever."

"You like being in me, baby..?" You murmured as you tilted your head back, circling your hips.

"You feel too good to let go."

His tongue brushed up against yours as you shivered with delight on top of him.

His other hand slid up your body, tracing your curves and caressing your face. Your kiss became more passionate and intense with each passing instant, your bodies moving in unison like a perfect symphony.

"I'm..." You breathed shakily. "I'm so close..."

"That's it, attagirl." He murmured, his voice thick with desire with a lazy smile as he watched you come undone on top of him.

"Let it all out. Cum for me." He groaned into your mouth, feeling your tight walls clench around him as you ride out your orgasm.

"I'm cumming too." He breathed against your lips.

With a grunt, Jean spilt himself inside the latex, his body shaking with pleasure as he thrust up into you one last time before collapsing back onto the bed.

You both were completely spent. You gazed out at the clear sliding glass as dawn rose when you woke up, Jean's head nestled on your stomach. Massaging his scalp slightly you smiled.

He really did feel the same way.

“This old man rocked your world, huh baby?” Jean remarked, voice gravelly with sleep as he slapped your ass.

“Shut up..” You giggled.

"Are you leaving me for her?" Mikasa asked airily as Jean approached her.

She stood at the headstone that had Eren Yeager engraved into it with her arms crossed.

"I just...I'll take it slow. But…I love her, Mika." He sighed. "God, what a way to screw up our kids eh?"

All Mikasa could muster out was an empty laugh.

"Yeah. I wonder what Noah will say ruined him first. His mother being a stranger or his father running off with the nanny."

"I put my bets on the father running off with the nanny." Jean sighed.

"For what it's worth. I'm sorry that I pushed you to this." Mikasa sighed as she faced to turn him.

"We're both to blame. Jumping in too fast. The least we can do is make things work for the kids. And who knows, maybe one day you can truly love another without the guilt." Jean said as he handed Mikasa the umbrella as the rain began to splatter onto the ground.

"I hope so." Mikasa said. "I loved you...in my own way."

Jean simply returned a fond smile as he led her away from the graveyard.

author’s note: ffs this was a ride and it was getting wayyy too long winded so thats why the ending seems a bit underwhelming. but if u read this far ty for reading! reblogs and interactions always appreciated 💗

french conversation translation:

"Bonjour, comment allez-vous?" - "Hello, how are you?"

"Je vais bien, merci d'avoir demandé. Et vous?” - "I'm fine, thank you for asking. And you?”

"Êtes-vous célibataire?" - “Are you single?”

"Avec tout le respect que je vous dois, n'êtes-vous pas marié?" - “With all due respect, aren’t you married?”

"Si je suis honnête, vous n’êtes pas mon type." - "If I'm honest, you're not my type."

"Je ne m'intéresse pas aux vieillards." - "I'm not interested in old people."

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In the Janitor’s Closet (ft. EreMika💜)

Youhooo, 80's jock and his cheerleader anon! 😝 Hello, blehblees ❤️ Its been a minute. I needed some mental health days. Also please forgive me, I know literally nothing about either of these sports lol. But I genuinely have mad respect for you if you happen to participate in them! Hope it's goodnsnkszbsnemos lollll okay enjoy xo

It's after 3:30 on a Thursday afternoon and Titan High has already sent the majority of its students home who don't belong to some sort of a sport, club, or an extracurricular activity. The captain of the football team and his girlfriend, who also happens to be captain of the cheerleading squad, however, are dangerously close to being late for practice. "I saw the way your gorgeous eyes were staring me down last period." Eren tugs down on the light's chain and smiles when his girlfriend suddenly appears before him leaning on the wall with her adorable, trademark grin. It's always made him exceedingly happy, even back in the day when he couldn't admit that undeniable fact to himself. And the way she blushes in his presence makes that itch to kiss her even harder to ignore.

"Heh, and...?" Mikasa giggles softly as she drops her bag on the ground and he presses his hand to the wall next to her head.

"And you're, like, really, really cute." He smirks and watches the corners of her mouth fight off a grin as her scarf is slowly unraveled, then dropped blindly in a silent heap on top of her bag. "There we go. You'll overheat if you wear that to practice." And then his lips were on her neck, dedicating all of their attention to the spots that she loves to have kissed. Eren rests his hands on her hips and was pleased to hear her soft breaths already increase in response as he carefully tucks his fingertips behind the waistline of her leggings. He leaves them there teasingly as he nibbles lovingly on her earlobe, making the hands pressing lightly into his shoulders lessen significantly in favor of sliding up into his hair.

"But we're gonna be late.."

"So what? Jean's pretty good. If something even comes up where my input is required he can fill in."

"But.." She smiles, moaning softly in appreciation as his hand slides down the inside of her panties. "My girls..." Mikasa bites her lip as he slowly rubs over her excited heat and his finger gently pushes through the wetness, leaving her squeezing her lips together because it just felt so good. It's true, she has been dying to feel his touch since they made out behind the school this morning.

"Sasha, babe."

"Yeah, you're right..."

"Mark the calendars, kids," Eren chuckles quietly in her ear as she hurries to push his shorts and boxers down barely far enough to free his erection. "My girlfriend finally admitted that I was right for once." He groans his soft approval when she suddenly took his long length in her hand and gave him slow, gentle strokes.

"Oh, shush you..."

"What was that?" His breath is hot on her cheek and it made her tremble excitedly as he playfully grabs onto her hips. He smirks in amusement when she instantly releases him so he can spin her around. It was difficult as hell not to let her continue with her clear desire to put him in her mouth, but he has a pretty good feeling that she'll enjoy this next part. She must have known what was on his agenda when he turned her to face this direction. Eren smiles as his hands wander lower and push everything to her ankles, eliciting quiet giggles from his girl as she presses her hands to the chilly, stone wall. God forbid they get caught in here together burning off steam that's been building up all day before practice. But he could care less about anything going on outside of this janitorial closet right now, because all he wants to do is make certain that she's ready for him and judging from the way she teasingly wiggling her rear as his soft lips trailed kisses down her spine, she's definitely in need of some attention. And if they had been at home instead of stuck at school, she would have moaned much louder when his teeth gently grazed the skin along her backside because she truly loves it when he gets so rough. He teases her thighs even further apart with his hands and eagerly drags his tongue through the slick, wet pink. She lets out a dreamy sound and slaps her hand over her mouth as she's passionately eaten out from behind. Two fingers sneak into her to thrust at a slow, steady pace and he smirks inwardly when she reaches back to sink her fingers in his hair. Soft, pleasurable sounds are mumbled happily into the palm of her hand and she can feel her loins tingle with orgasm as he lovingly nestles his face deeper between her thighs. Unfortunately, he can't crouch here and eat her out until she begs him to give her what she really wants since they're short on time, so she wasn't able to finish before those delightful flicks from his tongue ceased. Though that was quickly replaced by something that felt much more exhilarating than his extremely talented tongue.

"We gotta do this pretty fast, baby. Are you ready?" Eren whispers to her and smirks softly on her cheek as her hips grind against his in response. "Mm, fair enough." The hands on her hips slide around until his arms were wrapped tightly around her tiny waist and pressed into her lower abdomen as he takes off, triggering the climax she had been teetering on since he stopped eating her out. They're both relieved that he's holding onto her so tightly, because her legs surely would have given out from the pleasure otherwise. It was simply too overwhelming. He grunts quietly and kisses her cheek before he buries his face in the crook of her neck. Their hips move so quickly now that they both begin to see stars and Mikasa finds herself biting down hard on her knuckle as her insides quiver violently from another orgasm. He lightly rubs his thumb across her stomach and kisses her neck, panting softly to her skin as he pumps into her. Those mumbled moans of hers were simply intoxicating, especially when paired with the sounds of their naked skin slapping together and the over abundance of wetness between her thighs. She reaches back to dig her nails into his hip and was happy to feel a gentle nibble on her neck in approval. Eren squeezes his arms tighter around her waist when he feels her insides begin to spasm once more and kisses one consistent spot on her neck. "IgottapulloutIgottapullout!" He hisses in her ear and smirks as she turns on her heel with a truly sultry grin. Fuck, she's too much. Eren watches her eyes with amusement as she gracefully lands on her knees and he leans back against the wall for extra stability. His hand flies up to cover his mouth as she jerks him off enthusiastically with both hands and takes the sensitive tip of his erection into the welcoming heat of her mouth. It wasn't until after he was carefully guided to the back of her throat that multiple streams of his juice finally erupted out of him and was swallowed with no issue. He successfully muffles his moans and grunts behind his hand as he watches her happily clean him off, gently pushing his fingers through the parts of her hair not held back in her high, bouncy ponytail. His hand finally falls from his mouth in response to her playful wink and he rolls his eyes as her mouth slowly sinks down his entire length, only to release him seductively moments later. "Fuck, I love you so much." He's almost breathless for a moment as he helps her to her feet.

"Heh, I love you too.." She whispers to him and smiles as she's pulled closer for a loving smooch on the lips. "That was so much fun."

"I aim to please my baby."

"And you do, every single time." Mikasa chuckles softly, watching his eyes as he crouches down enough to reach her clothes so he could redress her lower half. "Thank you." She smiles as she watches him tuck away his satisfied length and reaches up to fix the damage she's done to his luscious hair.

"You're welcome. It's the least I could do after you just rocked my world." Eren smirks as he wraps his arms around her waist and gives a gentle, playful pull that makes her bite her lip. They both know that if they were anywhere else she would have started giggling and he wouldn't be able to help himself, which means the kissing would have started up all over again. "So, I suppose that I should escort m'lady to cheer practice?" He raises an eyebrow when she shakes her head once in disagreement, obviously surprised at her response. "No? Are you sure?"

"You should book it to the football field."

"But -"

"But nothing. As incredible as that was, we're super duper late now..." Mikasa gives a sultry smile as she gently cradles his face in her hands and lightly strokes his cheeks with her thumbs. "Besides, tomorrow's game day. We need to take off in the opposite direction from here, okay?" She couldn't help but laugh when he gave her a lighthearted pout and it resulted in her being kissed into silence.

"Your cute little giggles are gonna get us detention. Fine, but you're totally mine tonight after practice. I mean if you're up for it, of course."

"Well, duh. I was actually just thinking that maybe we could take a nice, steamy shower tonight? I'll let you do whatever you want..." She says in a playful, singsong voice with a wide grin as she walks her fingers up the center of his chest.

"Are you kidding? I'd love to see you naked." Eren smirks, already nodding his head because he's so intrigued by her bold suggestion. "Yeah, alright, you have yourself a deal. I know you and your ladies will help lead us into victory tomorrow night."

"Stop, get out of here." She smiles as she gently bumps her forehead against his and curls her fingers into his jacket. "Gosh, I don't want to go. But I know we need to.." Mikasa reaches over his shoulder for the chain to the overhead light and presses her lips to his. She can feel herself melting into her sneakers all over again from his kiss and she couldn't help but giggle to herself as he slides his hands up the back of her shirt, pressing into her lower back to deepen their kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck and allows her mind to give in to him until she remembers that they have prior commitments that can't be missed. And so she gently pushes her hands into his broad shoulders to force the union of their lips apart, adjusting the collar of his jacket so it lies flat against his chest. "Nice try, hot shot. I'll see you later.." They smile as their lips collide twice more and she shuts off the lights, leaving them both in the dark once again. It's safe to assume that they have occasionally wandered in this exact janitorial closet together after hours before and this most likely won't be the last, they know that for certain when they embrace one another after finally managing to sneak out into the hallway together unseen by school staff. They've honestly lost track of how many times this dance has been done before they each head off to their individual teams for the afternoon. But the encounter always seems to inspire them to work even harder at practices, more so than they do already. Come game night, Titan High's power couple will lead their little home town to victory, just like they always do. Just like they always will.

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Eremika smut headcanonssss

eremika shippers come get y’all juice

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→ eren is a dom with everyone except for mikasa change my mind

→ this man will whimper and pout and whine while mikasa cockwarms him

→ mikasa is a soft!dom unless eren is being annoying all day

→ then she pulls the strap-on out

→ he didn’t want to even try pegging at first, but once he did OH BOY-

→ eren’s favorite position is the mating press bc he LOVES breeding her

→ mikasa’s fav position is the lotus *heart eyes*

→ mikasa also likes cumming on his face yum

→ in the slight occurrence that eren doesn’t cum inside he will do it on her stomach

→ both VERY loud and love praising each other during it

→ in terms of kinks eren has a breeding kink(duh), slapping kink(on him, he’d never hit mikasa), PEGGING and would love to try literally anything if she wanted it

→ mikasa’s kinks might include eren calling her mommy(just eren no one else ever), overstimulation, anddddd some slight bondage

→ once a few years pass and they’ve tried pretty much everything they’ll invite a friend or two into their bed ;)

→ probably sasha or connie bc neither of them would get attached

→ ERENxSASHAxMIKASA oh my-

→ eren will go up to her in a group of people and be like ‘let’s go have sex’

→ bc he knows he’ll get punished and overstimulated EEEK

→ mikasa likes pulling on that stupid man bun when she pegs him

→ eren is an ASS man but he won’t hesitate to try and make mikasa cum just from sucking on her nipples

→ eren suggests she wakes him up by sucking him off one day

→ he can’t go a day without a blowjob after that

→ both have a mindset of ‘giving pleasure gives me pleasure’ so yknow, no one’s left to use their own hand

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[yodawgiherd]

Midnight Snack

Rating: E

>>>Read on AO3<<<

Not much to say about this one, just a little bit of good ol' fun.

If you know what I mean.

Enjoy!

Mutual silence, the kind that left you feeling relaxed and at peace, was nice, and Mikasa was no stranger to it, but right now, it just wasn’t doing it for her. And while Eren seemed completely content with watching the movie, with Mikasa’s head in his lap, stroking her hair with one hand while stuffing his mouth with the other. Somehow he managed to do both these tasks at the same time effortlessly while also preventing any crumbs from falling on his girlfriend. To be fair, Eren was very good with his hands, Mikasa knew that, from her vast experience. Yet, she wanted to talk, so turning her head slightly, to get Eren’s munching face into view, she began.

“So, how was your day?”

“Huh?”, tearing his attention from the screen, Eren looked down at her, “My day? Nothing special, just the usual.”

“Really? I thought that there was some kind of emergency at the hospital.”

“A car crash.”, he explained, expression turning a bit sour, “A lot of heavily injured people, had to do surgery after surgery to keep up.”

Mikasa knew how much Eren hated losing patients, hated the inevitability, as no matter how hard he tried, he sometimes lost the battle with death anyway. And judging from his face, today was one of those days.

“How did it go?”, she asked softly, wanting to see if he perhaps needed to talk about it. It was a very good therapy, to let it out. Mikasa was sure that Hitch would agree.

“It was all right, fine.”, he gave her a slight smile, “I’m just worried about one guy.”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Lots of internal bleeding, broken ribs, stuff like that. I stitched him up the best I could, but he was still critical by the time I was leaving the hospital.”, Eren let out a tired sigh, running a hand through his messy hair, “I wanted to stay longer, but Erwin gave me the look that suggested it’s not up for discussion.”

“You already did a twelve-hour shift.”, reaching up, Mikasa tapped him on the chest, “Remember what happened the last time you kept overworking yourself? Wouldn’t want that to happen again, would you.”

“Of course I remember, still got the scar on my back.”

“Tsk. Scar? That’s no scar. Just a little bit of raised skin, that’s all.”

Despite her bold words, Mikasa could feel her cheeks coloring slightly. It was her doing, after all, the long thin line that Eren had on his back now, spanning all the way from the hip to the opposite shoulder. Reminder of that one time when they went too far.

“You’re right, it’s nothing.”, sliding his palm down from her scalp, Eren cradled her cheek, swiping the thumb over her own scar there, “It’s definitely not as pretty as yours.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere you know.”

“Incorrect. It got me here.”

“And where is “here”, exactly?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”, Eren gestured around the living room, “Sitting on a couch, watching a movie, eating some great chips, while my amazing, beautiful and smart fiancé, who is also a model, rests her head in my lap. If you ask me, that’s basically the definition of heaven.”

She giggled at the absurd cheesiness of it all, but inside her chest the warmth blossomed. Nothing wrong with enjoying a little bit of praise. But looking up at Eren’s own grin, as he was most likely very satisfied with himself right now, she saw that the light of the fire in his eyes wasn’t just about her.

“You love it, don’t you.”, she said, “Working at the hospital, saving lives. It’s such a big part of you.”

He shrugged.

“Just doing my job.”

“While loving it.”

“Well, I’m not going to lie, it’s amazing to make others feel better. To set them free.”

“Set them free? That’s a phrase I’d expect to hear from a serial killer, not a doctor.”

“Please, I don’t mean it like that. It’s more like…”, returning his hand to its original position, he once again began to comb his fingers through her raven strands, “freeing them of their injuries, you know? Letting them enjoy their lives to the fullest, without anything holding them back. I just hate seeing the amazing people I meet limited, controlled by something that they can’t break free of.”

“And that’s where you come in.”, Mikasa finished, “The warrior for the freedom of humanity.”

“That’s me.”, Eren went silent, just watching her face for a time, hand continuing to caress her. But then he realized that he must look like a creep, just staring down, so he cleared his throat, averting his gaze. It was hard.

“Enough about me, how about your day?”

“Let’s see….”, Mikasa stretched, working the stiffness from her muscles, “I was at the gym most of the time, the classic, then I went to check out a few tattoo places, to see how they would handle the wings we want, and then I had ah.. appointment.”

“Appointment? With who?”

“Really?”, frowning up at him, she turned her head left and right to give Eren a bit of a better view, “You can’t see any changes?”

Of course he knew, from the moment he came home and saw her, but teasing was way too much fun. So instead of answering, Eren just shrugged, making her sigh.

“Hairdresser. I had my hair cut.”

“Ooh, right. I didn’t even notice.”

“Sure you didn’t dummy. Now, are you going to keep playing stupid or can you finally tell me what you think about it?”

“I mean… It looks nice?”

“Nice? When I had my hair cut to very short, you called it nice. When I had it grown out, you also said that it was nice. And now, when I’m back to my classic shoulder-length cut, another nice. You really are the worst, you know that.”

“Hey, don’t blame me. Not my fault that you look absolutely gorgeous with any type of haircut.”

She wanted to be mad at him, at least a little bit, but the boyish grin made it really hard. But then she remembered a little payback card that was in her back pocket, one that was sure to get under Eren’s skin.

“You know, you didn’t ask me who was with me at the gym.”

“I didn’t know that you had company. Was it Levi?”

“Nah..”, smiling herself, Mikasa paused for a bit, letting Eren cook before finally revealing her mysterious workout buddy, “Jean. I was with Jean.”

Exactly as she expected, Eren’s expression almost immediately turned sour.

“Jean huh… Well, nice to see that the horse is a good company.”

“Don’t call him that. He’s a very handsome young man.”

Eren grumbled something, looking away from her and back to the screen, brows furrowed. This childish rivalry he had with Jean, it was honestly a bit of a mystery to Mikasa, because while they were perfectly capable of being friends, they just both seemed way more comfortable with endlessly competing. Kinda adorable. Deciding that she tortured him enough, she slid her head off his lap and climbed in instead, loping her hands behind Eren’s neck.

“Jealous?”, she purred, very much enjoying the flash of fire in his eyes, accepting the challenge she threw him.

“Why would I be? You want to tell me that you did something else than working out?”

“Maybee…”, Mikasa drawled, watching as the fire grew into a roaring inferno, Eren’s fingers curling around her to dig the tips into the flesh of her ass, hard enough to make her gasp.

“Don’t test me.”, Eren growled, “You know very well that if you act like a bad girl, I’ll have to punish you.”

But she was feeling extra bratty tonight, so pulling back, Mikasa raised an eyebrow.

“That’s rich coming from a guy who licked my shoes just a few days back.”

“In my defense, those were some very nice heels.”, he countered right back, not shaken in the slightest.

Well, if she couldn’t get him this way, time to try another one.

“And who says that I would even let you punish me?”

“Playing hard to get huh?”, Eren answered her mocking face with an easy grin, “That’s fine, I can work with that.”

“Really?”

“Sure thing. If you want, we can do it the difficult way.”

“You really are full of confidence aren’t you.”, inside, Mikasa was a bit surprised how easily Eren was keeping his calm. He usually tended to be a bit hotheaded when challenged, but that didn’t seem to be the case right now. “Let’s say that I want to punish you too, what would you do about it?”

“Ah, the classic problem of two switches. How will we ever solve such an issue.”

“Well, we could always,”, reaching behind herself, Mikasa took his hands from her butt and pinned them to the couch instead, right next to Eren’s head. “wrestle for dominance?”, she suggested.

“If you want.”

“Giving up the top so easily? And here I thought that you were determined to get me.”

“Who said anything about giving up?”, the grin on Eren’s face didn’t slip, not even for a second. It made her frown.

“It’s logical, because I would totally crush you.”, to make a point, Mikasa increased the pressure she had on his wrists for a second, “You know that.”

“Nah, you wouldn’t.”

“Yes, I would.”

“Nope. You’d let me win.”

“Let you win?”, Mikasa’s brows flew up, “And why would I ever do that?”

Leaning closer, Eren whispered into her ear, voice dropping lower into that perfect low tone he could do.

“Because you want to submit to me.”

“How…”, she had to swallow, because her throat was suddenly so dry, same as back at the bar. It was just the effect this Eren had on her, and she couldn’t do anything about it. “How are you sure?”

“I’m simply looking at the latest trends, love. In the last two months, do you know how many times did you top me? Want to guess?”

“Uhm, ten? Twelve?”

“Nope, eight. How about the other way around?”

“Twenty?”

“Thirty-six. See the little difference?”

She gaped at him.

“So many? That’s a joke, right?”

“Why? You are kinda nympho, you know that.”

No way, the count couldn’t be that high, because that would mean that she subbed basically every time that they’ve done something intimate together. Then again, remembering the past few nights, there were just a few where she didn’t end up being tied up or restrained in some way. Eren joked that it must be her Japanese genes acting up, since she’s such a pervert, but being wrapped up in a nice tight shibari, the ropes gently biting into her body, that was just…  fun, so much fun. Hmm. But thirty-six to eight? Seriously? Mikasa would never have guessed that the gap between them grew so large, but Eren wasn’t one to lie about something like this. True, lately, she felt like preferring the submissive side, both because it was easier to do, as the dom was the one who usually had to prepare everything, and of course had to be in control all the time, always ready to end it if the safeword was said, but mostly because Eren was just so damn good at blowing her mind with his performances. All the things he did, the dark looks, the raspy voice, the rough touch, it didn’t matter that she was stronger, technically, because anytime he was like this her muscles seemed to turn into jelly. So much for balance.

“Fine.”, she conceded, watching his grin grow even winder, “I guess you’re right.”

“Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”, Eren immediately assured her, “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to just relax and leave me in charge. I’m more than happy to take the reins.”

Releasing his hands, Mikasa sat back on his lap, scratching the back of her neck. Sure, maybe she liked it when Eren was the dom, but she had to do something with that shit eating grin on his face. Can’t let him have all the victories, can she. The shift in her posture however put her weight right on Eren’s crotch, and she could feel him reacting to her, slowly, her heat right above the hardening. He couldn’t help it, his body reacted on its own, completely ignoring any efforts to keep the swelling down, for the sake of the serious conversation they were having. All his good intent to fully appreciate the intellectual side of her just flew out of the window, because his brain was experiencing a mild shutdown caused by the literal goddess made flesh straddling his lower half.

“What do you say Miki.”, giving in to his base instincts and reaching down, Eren ran his hands up and down her bare thighs, caressing her pale firm legs, “Want to go to the bedroom and have some fun?”

The “yes please” almost tumbled out of her lips, but she just managed to catch it, determined to put at least one dent in that confidence of his. Clamping her mouth shut, she shook her head, making him blink in surprise.

“I don’t want anything fast from you now, take your time, and let’s do a.. uhm… our thirty-seventh some time later, okay?”

He nodded, and she could already see the numbers of ideas forming behind those emerald eyes.

“But for now,”, once again taking hold of his wandering hands, she pinned them to the couch, same as before, smiling down at her victim, “I’m going to reclaim some of my own dominant energy and get my numbers up. You interested?”

The hitched breath and flushed face were all the answer she needed.

“You..”, Eren cleared his throat, “You need some gear?”

She tapped her chin for a second, before shaking her head.

“Nope, I’ll keep it nice and simple. All you have to do is do obey my orders. Absolutely.”, hooking a finger beneath Eren’s chin, Mikasa angled his head until they were staring into each other’s eyes, “Understand?”

His answer was immediate.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Very well, take your shirt off.”

Eren’s eyebrows rose a bit upon hearing that, but the witty comeback died on his lips when he saw Mikasa’s face. She was not in the mood to negotiate tonight, and he knew her to be more than capable of leaving him out to dry if her orders weren’t followed to the letter. Swallowing whatever he wanted to say, Eren pulled the fabric over his head, putting it on the couch next to him.

“Good. Now raise your arms above your head.”, she continued.

Obeying without question, Eren raised his hands, clasping them as high as he could stretch, much to her enjoyment. Leaning closer, Mikasa pressed her forehead against his, staring deep into Eren’s eyes, loving the way he looked under her, surrendered and vulnerable, hers to play with.

“Now you’re going to keep your hands where they are, no matter what I do. If you move them, I’ll stop immediately.”, the grin that spread her lips was downright sadistic, “Get it?”

The Adam’s apple in Eren’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, the tightness of his pants slowly becoming unbearable.

“Yes.”

“Perfect.”

She kissed him then, swallowing the tiny noise of surprise he made, sneaking her hand under his chin to take a firm hold of it, completely in control. The palm of the other one began a slow journey, starting in Eren’s messy hair and down, over his cheek and down to the throat, applying a bit of pressure from the sides there. The light choking and the fact that Mikasa was basically draining any air from his lungs through the kiss left Eren rather lightheaded, the sensation only getting better as she started stirring her hips, sliding the inviting heat right along his now very much awake length. He wanted to touch her so badly, to run his hands along her curves, slide them down her back to the eighth world wonder that was her ass and grab a handful for himself. But he couldn’t, she told him so, and the battle against his own needs was a hard one. Mikasa could feel it, the way his arms twitched where they lay stretched above Eren’s head, the tiny movements happening before he could stop them. Yet he kept them there, obeying her. Good boy. Taking a tiny break, Mikasa pulled back and eased her hold she had on Eren’s throat, watching him gulp the sweet air in, now that he was permitted to breathe. Red face, unfocused eyes, kiss-swollen lips, all the signs of a job well done were there, but little did Eren know that Mikasa was only getting started.

Reclaiming his mouth, she let herself enjoy the feeling, slipping her tongue inside to touch his, and it was messy, and perfect at the same time. Eren kissed her back, as much as she allowed him to, but otherwise remained still, not even complaining when Mikasa decided to test his limits and sunk her teeth into his bottom lip. Such obedience should be rewarded, so stopping the abuse of Eren’s mouth, Mikasa moved past, dragging the warmth of her lips over his throat and down, littering kisses and bites everywhere she went, some of them hard enough to leave marks. Should be fun to try and explain those at work. Making a stop at Eren’s chest, Mikasa licked her way around one stiff nipple while pinching the other, loving the choked gasp that was the reaction to her care. Usually, it was the other way around and Eren was the one playing with her breasts, an activity he completely adored, despite the relatively small size of her bust. His appreciation and assurances were the main reason why she got over the insecurity regarding that part of her body. Now, it was her turn to have fun, so biting down on the flesh, Mikasa made sure to leave a very pretty bruise over the area.

Lower and lower still, she found herself once again face-to-face with the defined ridges of Eren’s abdominals, although this time the owner of those was very much awake, watching her every move. Repeating her actions from that night, she nipped at the edges, tracing the outlines with the tip of her tongue after, very aware of the way Eren’s breath kept getting more and more excited. Because all this, it felt great, but there was a certain part of him that would appreciate those attentions so much more. She knew it, he knew it, but the question was, will she ever move there? Or is this endless torture of his body being Mikasa’s plaything going to continue, with no satisfaction in the end? Flicking her eyes up, Mikasa made sure that Eren didn’t move an inch, which he didn’t, the only difference between the start and now were the red marks that were blooming on his tanned skin, landmarks of her journey.

“Keep your arms where they are.”, she reminded him, getting a firm nod in reply.

Resuming her adventure, Mikasa once again descended, torturously slow, pulling Eren’s underwear down just enough to get access to the nice V shape he had underneath the stomach, but not freeing him yet. There would be enough time for that. She even went as far as to press her mouth against his length through the barrier of clothes, the twitch that this caused downright adorable. On his part, Eren was this fucking close to begging, because the tease that Mikasa is was driving him completely insane, blood pounding in his ears, which was weird because right now he felt as if every red cell of his body was concentrated between his slightly trembling legs. So, when she got his attention, telling him to raise his hips, removing his underwear and gracefully kneeling on the ground in front of him after, he thought that yes, this is finally it.

Yet, he was wrong.

Instead of going straight for the prize, which was undeniably standing at attention, begging for her, Mikasa began working her way up, putting her teeth to work at Eren’s inner thighs, determined to mark as much of him as she could. Nothing said “mine” so soundly like a map of bruises all over Eren’s body. And he endured it, still as a statue, save for the occasional shudder or gasp, endured her journey upwards, until she found herself at said journey’s end, right in front of his unlawfully ignored member. Reaching out, Mikasa curled her fingers around the thick stiff piece, angling it to side to get a better look at the throbbing vein. Eren’s mouth was now hanging open, breath bated, just hoping that this isn’t another one of her tricks, but actually the thing he was so eagerly waiting for. Meeting his hopeful gaze, Mikasa gave him a wink, and finally, after what felt like an eternity and half, lowered her head to drag her tongue all the way from the root to the tip, welcoming the familiar taste.

But she wouldn’t just take him in straight away, that would be too easy, so instead, Mikasa decided to finish the last part of her kissing adventure and worked her way back down, pressing her lips against him. Although this time, she went easy on the teeth, and Eren very much appreciated the notion. When she got to the sack underneath, not leaving any part of him out, Mikasa at least took a little pity and began moving her hand, sliding up and down his length, not very fast but not that slow either. It was good to keep him excited, but she had no intention of letting Eren come this early, that was no fun. Then, as she finished her road for good, Mikasa replaced her mouth with the other hand, gently playing with Eren’s jewels, moving her head back to the main course of the evening. Entrapping the sensitive tip inside her warmth, she sucked on it gently, swiping her tongue against the slit, while her hand kept moving up and down over the rest of him, the other busy with little bit of ball fondling. Engaging activities, all those. Sinking lower and lower, inch by inch, Mikasa continued in taking Eren in, swallowing often to ease the passage. The gag instinct was there, but as usual, she managed to move past, having done this an uncountable amount of times already, relaxing her throat to make room, not stopping until Eren was all the way inside, her nose buried in his pubic hair. Above her, Eren, who originally wanted to keep silent, lost his battle about half an inch through, cursing and moaning, and really wishing that she had tied his hands in some way, because now he was the one who had to keep them in check. Arms trembling, he really wanted to just reach down, to push his fingers into her hair and help her along the way, but he was given an order, and if Mikasa would pull back now, ceasing her efforts because he’d break it, Eren would most likely really go crazy.

Needing to breathe, she finally did pull back, the string of saliva connecting her to the object of her worship completely ignored by both parties, because as soon as she regained her oxygen Mikasa moved back down. If the kiss was messy, this was hundred times more sloppy, but hundred times more enjoyable, the steady bobbing of her head, up and down, spiced up by her hands, still hard at work, and the expert application of the tongue, moving Eren closer and closer to heaven. To suck someone dry is just a phrase, but Mikasa was doing just that, an undeniable expert in the activity. Almost there, on the edge, Eren moaned the warning, that he’s so fucking close, a simple courtesy since Mikasa was more than okay with swallowing his load. But, as it usually went with her, his expectations were completely subverted. The fingers that were up until now giving his jewels a massage suddenly turned into a vice, clamping down hard, making Eren’s eyes shoot open while a long groan escaped him. The finish, that was just outside the reach drifted back down, denied by her move, fading into obscurity. Just like that. Meeting his understandably bewildered gaze, Mikasa took a small break, pulling off Eren’s cock with a wet sound, her swollen lips turning into a smile. She was so wrecked, her face a mess, but still, the control in her eyes was still there. No matter how she looked, Mikasa was in charge.

“Something wrong puppy?”, she asked in such a sweet voice, made slightly raspy by the merciless usage, so much in contradiction with her earlier harsh action.

And logically, what could Eren do? Complain? Yea, that wasn’t going to happen. So, collecting his senses from somewhere where she blew them just a few seconds away, he shook his head.

“No ma’am.”

“Good boy.”, a small praise, another shining smile, and she was back on the job, pulling Eren’s length inside the unimaginably tight embrace of her throat. Flexing his hands above his head, he gritted his teeth, knowing very well that Mikasa isn’t done playing. Not by a long shot.

The prediction came true, because after a short trip to paradise, brought upon by her S+ levels of blowjob skills, he was once again crashed to earth just before he could finally spill, denied by the grip on his balls. This time, he didn’t even warn her, but Mikasa knew him too well, effortlessly picking the right moment to stop the finish, keeping the edging she enjoyed so much going. Gear and costumes were fun and all, but this was the base of why she enjoyed her dom position, this control she had. Mikasa didn’t need cuffs, she bound Eren with a word. She didn’t need any contraption to stop him from cumming, her hands were more than enough. Pressing on, she returned to her fun, building her lover up before letting him fall, very empowering for her, while Eren felt his mind slipping away part by part every time she denied him. Just as he was about to lose it, he realized something. She didn’t tell him to keep quiet, did she?

“M…Mistress?”, he tried, cringing internally, because if he remembered wrong, there was a huge possibility that the fun was done, and he would be left completely blue balled. Memory wasn’t serving him very well at the moment. Luckily, that didn’t seem to be the case, because Mikasa released him from her mouth, looking up.

“Yes?”

Bingo. Well, if he can talk, he can beg too. Dignity was a vastly overrated concept, anyway, especially with Eren knowing how Mikasa can get absorbed in her fun, and he could very well be edged for hours to come, if he didn’t do something.

“Can you let me…uhm…finish? Please…”

“You want to cum? This early?”

Early? Seriously? It felt like millennia since she first put her mouth on him.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

Mikasa clicked her tongue, tapping the side of his weeping, spit covered member with one finger, apparently unsure if he earned it yet.

“How about this. I’ll let you come, but you’ll have to do something for me. Sounds good?”

At this point, Eren would literally murder someone if she ordered him to, that’s how good Mikasa was at this. Understandably, he agreed immediately.

“Anything.”

“I want some you to cook me some nice dinner after I’m done with you.”

That was it? Honestly, all she had to do was ask, he would cook for her any day of the week. Seeing him nod, Mikasa grinned. The request was easy, but that wasn’t the point. Eren literally agreed to do anything for her, as long as she would let him come, and if that wasn’t a complete and utter definition of control, she didn’t know what was. Let him get away with just cooking this time, there were thousands of other nights where she can take full advantage of his desires. Satisfied, she moved down again, going back to work. Eren was so built up that it didn’t take her long at all, before the telltale clenching of his abdomen returned, eyes rolling back, whole body shaking, and this time, Mikasa didn’t stop it. Sealing her lips around him, she sucked vigorously drawing circles on the twitching head with her tongue. The orgasm that wrecked through his body was strong, understandable after all the teasing, but she didn’t mind, taking it all without flinching with audible swallows. Perfect appetizer before dinner, one could say, if one would have no shame. And right now, they were both far beyond the phase of blushing.

All of Eren’s senses were covered in a pleasurable fog, his vocabulary reduced to the word “Fuck.”, repeated over and over, brain out of commission, chest heaving, overall the image of being utterly and completely destroyed. He could feel Mikasa still, down there, her warm tongue sliding over him, licking him clean, but he couldn’t even properly thank her right now. Eren really needed a minute. One that was graciously granted to him, but after that, there was a tap on his chest, demanding attention. Blinking his eyes open, a few tears falling, Eren did his best to focus the spotty gaze at Mikasa, who for some reason was still on her knees.

“Hey.”, came her voice, finding a way into the barely functioning ears.

“Hi.”, he croaked back, throat completely dry. She said something back, but Eren didn’t catch it, senses just about restarting.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said, we are not done yet, I want a ride.”

This time, Eren did catch it, eyes widening at the implication of what she was saying.

“I.. uh…”, eyes moving from her face to his quite dead member, he sighed, “I don’t think I can be of service.”

Following his gaze, Mikasa shrugged.

“I’ll get you hard.”

As she said, she’s done, albeit Eren had to clench his teeth and breathe hard. Oversensitiveness is no joke. It took her a few minutes, even with all her considerable skills, because dead is dead, but if there is a mouth in the world capable of resurrections, Mikasa had it. Patient, she worked him until he was ready, rising from the ground after to stand in front of the couch. Shrugging her shirt off, Mikasa didn’t miss the way Eren’s eyes flew to her chest immediately, taken by what he saw. Doesn’t matter how many times he saw her topless, it was still a sight to be cherished, especially now that she was turned on, her nipples hard and raised. Stepping out of her panties after, Mikasa reached down, taking a firm hold of his slick length, slowly and carefully guiding it inside her. Pushing past the tip, she went down slow, tantalizingly so, just as before with her mouth, letting their juices and her spit combine to create a natural lube, much easing the process. Eren almost forgot himself, again, aching to put his hands on her hips, but the order was there, imprinted inside his mind, and luckily for everyone involved, him mostly, he stopped before breaching the unwritten contract. Finally, after all of him was sheathed inside her scorching hot tightness, she was back on his lap, hips flush against each other’s. And as much as Mikasa enjoyed playing with her food, she was rather desperate at this point too, turned on beyond words, so, with no great ceremony, she began to move.

Nothing fast outright, rocking back and forth, turning it into small circles after, fanning into bigger ones. There was no rush, just them, here and now, and who in the right mind would rush to end such a connection. Up and down after, putting a bit of legwork into it, the muscles of her core were a great help, as always. There it was, the burning need, for something faster and rougher, flaring up from between her legs to the whole body, a need Mikasa was quick to answer. Planting her feet up on the couch, hooking her arms behind Eren’s head, she intertwined their fingers, as his own arms were still raised as she ordered him to, her riding increasing in speed and power, taking his breath away. The couch creaked with the strength of her thrusts, their hot breaths mingling together, but neither of them had the mental capacity to even kiss their partner, the sensations overwhelming. Mikasa was close and growing closer with every slam of her hips into Eren’s, body clenching in expectation. He felt it too and made sure to keep his eyes open and trained on her face, because when she came, Mikasa always made the most beautiful expression, one he was determined to see again. There it was, the way her eyes rolled back, mouth dropped open, and now Eren was the one who had to squeeze her fingers in between his, making sure that she had at least some kind of anchor to hold onto. The orgasm was here, hitting her like a tsunami wave, washing over her gasping, trembling body, vision going dark, with only Eren’s green orbs burning through it, helping her enjoy it to the fullest. Done, spent, she sagged against him, the pistons in her abdomen ceasing their work while Mikasa panted into his neck, her usually pale skin flushed pink. She loved this. Loved this so much.

“Earth to Mikasa, you there love?”

She grumbled. He laughed.

“Can I touch you now? Please?”

She nodded, eyes still closed, and soon was enveloped in a warm strong hug, gentle hands running over her sweaty back. Eren didn’t demand anything, or spoke really, just enjoyed the feeling of her weight seated on him, breathing in the unique scent she had, spiked with sex. Mikasa was the first to move, taking a deep breath and pulling back, pushing herself off of him.

“What are you…”, he began, watching her stretch and shuffle around on her knees until her back was to him, and then slowly but surely coming back down.

“You didn’t come.”, she observed, her hand back on his length, guiding him inside her for a second time that evening.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to…oh god.”

Whatever Eren wanted to say got cut off, with Mikasa not being in the mood to talk, moving on with her plan uninterrupted, which meant that just now was the moment when his super sensitive tip found itself back inside her tight heat. Moving faster this time, it didn’t take Mikasa long to have all of Eren’s length in, with the slight difference that now, she was facing away from him. A different position, the same goal.

“But don’t expect me to do all the work.”, she frowned at Eren’s surprised face over her shoulder, pushing some sweat stained strands back behind her ear.

Insatiable, that’s what she was. Eager to help her, Eren reached down, taking a firm hold of her hips, helping her move, find the right rhythm that sat well with them both. More of a rocking now, back and forth, with a bit of added movement upwards and downwards, Mikasa found it, falling into the steady pace with Eren’s help. The burning sensation in her might have been taken care of, but the embers still smoldered, so she very much enjoyed the slippery feel of him moving inside her, rubbing the right places. Considering that she just came, Mikasa realized that teasing another one out of herself this soon might need a bit of help. With her lover’s hands busy, she reached down, touching her clit, rubbing small circles on the engorged nub, feeling the effect almost immediately. Leaning back, Mikasa hooked her free hand behind Eren’s neck, burying her face into it, her back pressed right against his chest.  Breathing, that didn’t even get a chance to calm down, was labored again, and the pressure was back, rising, rising, before pushing her over, and that was it. The tremors of her second finish, the clenching of muscles, was most noticeable inside her, right where Eren was sheathed in, and it was just the thing he needed to find his own release, spilling into the warmth.

They both grew still after, calming their bodies while hormones raced freely in their brains. Eren was the first one to somewhat wake up, reaching over and handing Mikasa some paper wipes to clean herself a bit, before they make it to the bathroom. Carla raised no brute, after all.

It took them a considerable amount of time to leave the bath and get back to the kitchen, as they were both rather exhausted. Eren would kinda prefer to just call it a night right after, his body still feeling like jelly, but he promised Mikasa food, and she wouldn’t let that get away from her. With some poking and prodding on her part, and considerable amount of coffee to wake their tired brains, they finally made the perilous journey, and Eren got to work while she watched over him from her perch at the counter.

“Time to get to cooking then.”, Mikasa pointed out, dressed comfortably in clean panties and Eren’s shirt she shamelessly stole after their visit to the bathroom and getting cleaned properly. Normally she would help him with it, they both enjoyed doing it together, but he promised to cook by himself so…. Considering himself the winner, since this was so fucking worth it, he moved to obey, only to be stopped by her tired voice.

“And Eren?”

Straightening, he softly smiled at her.

“Yes baby?”

“When you…. “take the reins”, it better be amazing.”

“Relax. Have I ever let you down?”

She shook her head, the wet midnight strands dancing.

“Nope. Hope you’re not planning to start now.”

Instead of answering, he winked at her and went back to slicing meat.

#snk #aot #fanfic #eremika #smut #lemon #( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[comradekiwi]

ships I like as cavetown songs!!

tsukkiyama: lemon boy

itafushi: meteor shower

bkdk: sweet tooth, lemon boy (again but less than tskym), it’s u

satosugu: green, dear, guilty

killugon: pyjama pants, boys will be bugs

kiyoyachi: idea of her

iwaoi: fool (angsty oiks pov), telescope

dabihawks: devil town, poison, pigeon

seroroki: 888

bokuaka: talk to me

eremika and eremin: advice 💔

cherik: trying

eruri: guilty

togachako: juliet (also dear)

kirimina: 10 feet tall

inuokko: talk to me (lol)

#I hope this helps some maladaptive daydream sequences <3 #these were all very purposefully chosen so pls listen and enjoy #bkdk #tsukkiyama #itafushi #I seem to always fucking mention cavetown songs when I talk ab songs so I figured I might as well compile these💀 #satosugu #cherik #jjk #bnha #haikyuu #hq #aot #eremin #eremika #dabihawks #killugon #kiyoyachi #seroroki #bokuaka #stsg #eruri #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #jujutsu kaisen #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyoujin #togachako

[liquorisce]

Thank you so much for writing/recommending that SasuSaku fic! It gave me a new perspective on their marriage! I've been a fan of them since Naruto S1 and I'm not complaining or anything since yay! they got together! but I've always imagine their domestic life to be Sasuke away 98% of the time. Sakura housework, Sarada, 12 hr shifts in the hospital, social life without an escort with Sasuke sending his hawk to send a short message that says "Send nudes" JOKE! hahahhahahaha! or "Congratulate Naruto for me. thanks"

Then EreMika came and I was happy in my new home BUT it. happened. again. These birds are driving me CRAZY!!!!! I swear I wanted to strangle a bird I saw in my veranda.

Anyways, my mental breakdown aside, thank you for writing SasuSaku and EreMika fics.

Yes, my take away is SMUTS/LEMONS/NSFW content cures EVERYTHING. 🦅🦆😁♥️

LMFAOO the birds 😂 I can understand your frustration anon

But for Sasusaku as per the latest episodes, sasuke is spending a lot more time at home! 🥺 I’m so happy for them, I feel so warm whenever I see him showing up for Sarada 🥺

ALSO I HOPE YOU HAVE READ SASUKE RETSUDEN!!!! The holy grail of Sasusaku fr. I’ve also heard it’s getting a manga adaptation which means eventually an anime adaptation WE MANIFEST

ty for reading and enjoying my ss fic! 🥰 I really wanna right more for them I swear but em is a disease 🥲😫 but now I will definitely write some smut for you to convince you of the SPICE in their life I promise!!!!

#Sasusaku #eremika #anonymous conversations

[honeymeh]

tagged by @ricerice and @keeijiakaashi thank you lois, clio!! 😣💌💘

roses or daisies ; classical or lofi ; sunrises or sunsets ; honey or lemon ; coffee or tea ; enemies to lovers or friends to lovers ; rainy days or sunny days ; jupiter or mars ; aphrodite or athena; rome or greece ; sun or moon ; 1920s or 1990s ; blizzard or thunderstorm ; midnight memories or made in the am ; sage green or vanilla coffee white ; folklore or lover ; croissant or macaroon ; ballgowns or pantsuits ; hades or zeus ; platonic love or sensual love ; light academia or cottagecore

tagging- @porco-galliard @spi-taa-li-nen @bluntscythe @stfudabi @souheii @kunimimycat @finger-pieck @eremikas @schech @gojosattoru @snowyshadow @shoutosm @suzouyas @lcsbianist @frailuta @weisying @mafuyuh @koikoipond @sukunalogy @paniin

#tagged some new mutuals #lemme know if you don't wanna get tagged #and as always feel free to ignore #<33

[gizaoyas]

Tagged by Ana @gojosattoru thank you so much, this was fun to do!! 💞

Zodiac Sign : Aquarius

A city/country you'd visit if you could leave right now : I'd like to visit so many countries but Japan, definitely!!

Languages you know : French, English, Spanish and a little bit of Japanese!

Favourite hot beverage : coffee ☕

Favourite cold beverage : black iced tea with fresh fruits

Favourite sweet food : lemon pie without meringue 🍋

Favourtie candy : sour candies 😋

Favourite colour : red

Favourite flower : roses 🌹

Myers-briggers type : ENTJ

Otp(s) : Tsukasa/Senku, Law/Luffy/Kid, Levi/Eren, Geto/Gojo, Kuroo/Tsukki, Kazutora/Chifuyu and so many others!!! 🤭

I'm tagging : @uchihha @eremikas @honeymeh @p13ck @akhermans @ackernen @roronoazooro @tokoyammi @narukage @itadorii-yuuji @zenin-makis @kemna @keisukesbaji ❤️

#feel free to ignore!! 🌸 #tagged

[blehbleehhhh]

Can’t Resist (ft. EreMika💋)

"I have a prompt: Eren knows Mikasa gets flustered when he's shirtless, and he takes that to his advantage when seducing her." Can you really blame her? 😜 I want to apologize AGAIN from the bottom of my heart for pulling this story down to edit + repost. 😣❤️ Not to worry, I didn’t change too much, hope you enjoy anyways and had and/or are having a great Holiday, no matter what you celebrate!

It's a dazzling Sunday afternoon and Mikasa's sitting at her desk feeling immensely flustered as she watches Eren push the lawnmower directly outside her bedroom window. She had been studying for a big Chemistry test that she has tomorrow morning, but he's deliciously shirtless and oh so distracting. There's no way in hell he isn't completely aware of what he's doing right now, because she remembers a particular conversation that they shared this morning very fondly where he had approached her in the kitchen carrying a mug of fresh coffee for his mother, wondering what plans she had made for the day. She felt her cheeks and the tips of her ears begin to burn as she watches him through the window in utter awe over how incredibly muscular he is while still being so lean - how impressively they seem move together beneath his sun kissed skin while he forces the mower up the short hill in their yard. Mikasa taps her long fingernails on the desktop and forces herself to look away from him as her mind becomes inundated with even more embarrassingly sexual thoughts, like her current favorite of simply getting bent over the desk while he makes love to her from behind. She bites her bottom lip and allows her eyes to wander outside once more, where she can see that her boyfriend now wears that star's brightness like a halo as he chugs what remains in his water bottle that had cleverly been tucked behind the waistline of his basketball shorts. Sweat sparkles on his chiseled abdomen from those powerful rays above and she couldn't help the heat radiating from her core when he suddenly looks her direction. Eren flashes his signature smirk and winks as he crinkles up the water bottle, then secures it small with its lid the way he always does before ultimately tossing it into the recycling bin. Ugh, he's so gorgeous. She giggles to herself and slowly waves to him with all of her fingers, tearing her eyes away immediately as a warm pulse throbs pleasantly between her thighs. She turns her attention back out the window with immediate disappointment to see that he's now missing from the backyard. Needless to say, she panicked at the mere thought of another woman seeing him without a shirt, so she practically bolted out of her room and ran down the hallway. She skids to a stop in her socks and watches her ridiculously attractive boyfriend push the lawnmower across the front yard through one of the windows. She sighs, feeling slightly irritated with herself that she's giving in to his stupid game this quickly. But when Eren isn't wearing a shirt, all bets are off for her to control herself and he definitely knows that. Mikasa couldn't help her grin no matter how desperately she attempted to fight it off as she marched herself down the porch steps, and it nearly plasters in place when he finally notices that his beautiful girlfriend is trying unsuccessfully to look so angry. And it's honestly pretty cute. He smiles, feeling quite proud of himself as he turns the mower off in one swift motion. "Jaeger." She greets him with a small, coy smile as she quickly closes the space between them.

"Hey, Acker -" Eren groans as he's pleasantly interrupted with her lips and she wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him closer. He chuckles into their kiss as he traps her tightly in his loving arms, perfectly content to be making out with his girlfriend in the front yard where anyone can see them. Though she sometimes loathes kissing in public it truly didn't matter once everything around her soon slipped away and his lips became her only focus. They're so incredibly soft and smooth against her own that she could easily kiss him all day if there weren't chores or homework to be done. And the best part? She knows for a fact that he feels the same way about kissing her. Their lips come to a gradual stop as she grows increasingly aware of her surroundings all over again and it made the tips of her ears burn hot to match how self conscious she feels. She pulls away to meet his eyes and he knows instantly from that look precisely where her mind is at. And he's totally on board.

"Okay, that's it. We're going back to my room and doing it right now." Mikasa says loud enough for only him to hear and smiles wide as she takes his hand, lacing their fingers together with a gentle squeeze. "Come on, Eren." She giggles, taking pleasure that he's clearly eager to be dragged across the front yard and up the porch steps. He smirks as he locks the door behind them so nobody would see him catch her in his arms, or bouncing her up once to get a better grip beneath her thighs. "You big, sexy jerk!" She gently bumps their foreheads together and chuckles softly as she gives a rapid succession of kisses to his grin. "You knew that I would be studying.." She smiles against his lips as he carries her down the hallway to her bedroom like she weighs nothing, allowing her kisses to slowly wander down his face to give his neck the same treatment. It's the excessive squeezes to the underside of her thighs and his carotid beating faster on her lips that reminds her how much he definitely does enjoy having this done, no matter how much he often prefers to say otherwise. Pfft, you don’t have that much power over me in here. He would say with a smile knowing that the opposite is true, even when she’s doing something as simple as kissing his neck and gently twirling his hair with her fingers.

"Why do you think I asked you what your plans were?" Eren smirks as he closes the door with his hip and carefully set her on her feet, already being brought closer with promises of much rougher kisses at a pace that neither could really maintain. He was more than happy with allowing himself to be pulled forward until they collapsed on the bed together and his slender waist was captured between her long legs. She giggles softly as his lips kiss down from hers to focus on her neck the way that she has always loved since they started dating only a few years ago. Freshman year of high school was a big year for the couple, that's for sure. "You taste so sweet, Miki." He breathes to the soft skin of her collarbone as he slides his hands under her shirt to rest them on her perky, braless breasts.

"I want you so bad that my panties are absolutely soaked.." Mikasa whispers seductively and giggles when she feels his lips smirk on her skin, lifting her arms up over her head for him to remove the old t-shirt she had stolen from his dresser that swallows her petite frame. She smiles coyly as he rises up to look into her eyes and tosses her shirt over his shoulder somewhere unseen. He flashes a devilish grin as his hands move to the start of her sleep shorts, pulling them down slowly along with the panties that she wears. She bites her bottom lip and raises her lower half as what little clothing remains on her body is slowly removed. With her legs temporarily in the air, he's now free to gently tug everything passed her feet so she lies before him completely naked. Those dazzling gray blues wander unashamedly to the bulge in his basketball shorts as she allows her legs to slowly lower once more. She can't help but crave him.

"Damn babe, you're just..." Eren smirks, watching her intently as she eagerly reaches for the waistband of his shorts and boxers to peel them down. "Painfully gorgeous." He observes her joyful expression in amusement as his erection is finally freed at its full strength, a sight that never fails to make her blush with excitement. She gasps softly and lovingly gazes up into his eyes as she slowly reclines back in bed.

"You're one to talk, you know. Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror?" She grins as she spreads her legs wider for him to crawl up between them and purrs her appreciation when he rubs his tip on her swollen bud.

"Thank god my parents aren't home right now." He chuckles lightly and smirks as he gently pushes into her, already hissing under his breath because she feels so incredible.

"Ohhh, give it to me.."

"With pleasure." Eren smirks as he leans in to kiss her and was pleased to be rewarded with a soft moan in his mouth. He felt her hips move gently against him and it was his cue to proceed, though he couldn't the amusement that she's begging him to do her. When he set out to do his chores this morning, he didn't actually anticipate that she would cave to the extra one he had given to himself, at least not this quickly. Why, he hadn't even been out there for more than an hour when she finally dragged his ass inside. And here he is now, kissing every inch of her soft skin that he could readily reach like it was his first time. His thrusts start slow and immediately increase in their intensity, sending her into a fit of uncontrollable pleasurable sounds. "Agh, fuck." He grunts as she wraps her limbs around him, and the depth change is so incredible that they both moan loudly. She nestles her fingers in his soft, brown hair and grins as their hips move together even faster.

"Erennn!" Mikasa cries as her insides begin to quiver through orgasm. "You're so big.." She giggles amidst her moans that are inconsistent in pitch and delicious to his ears.

"Well, you’re insanely tight," His lips smirk, making the skin on her neck prickle in response. "And so wet."

"And it's all for you..."

He sighs pleasurably.

"Say that again."

"Oh yeah?" She moans to him as she allows her hands to slowly wander down his amazingly muscular back. "You wanna hear me say that I'm all yours?" Mikasa's nails claw into his sweaty flesh as he slams his entire rod in her and whimpers happily, writhing beneath him from the overwhelming climax he’s triggered within her. "I'm yours! I'm yours forever!"

"You're goddamn right you are!" Eren groans, pumping hard into his girlfriend twice more before he decides to switch gears entirely and rotate his hips in a slow circle to hit all of her favorite spots. "I have to control myself. I'm not ready to finish yet." He chuckles breathlessly as he lifts his head to meet her gaze and their smiles collide in a sweet, loving kiss. They roll over as one and she was quick to anchor her legs on either side of his thighs before rocking her hips back and forth. He groans deeply in appreciation as his hands wander her smooth legs and come to a stop on her hips, guiding her faster against his lap. She squeals with delight into their kiss and pulls away to gaze down in his eyes, carefully cradling his handsome face in her hands.

"Oh! Oh!" Mikasa smiles as her eyes roll back and buries her face in the crook of his neck, surrendering complete control of her lower half over to him. In the next instance, he was pressing her hips down on his lap and thrusting up into her as fast as he possibly could. She moans uncontrollably in his ear and lightly strokes his cheeks with her thumbs as he wraps his arms around her, pressing his lips to the top of her shoulder. Suddenly, she breathes a most erotic sound and climaxes hard much to his amusement, holding her tightly as she writhes violently on top of him. His movements slow considerably and her mind regains it's ability to form coherent thoughts once more. "More. I-I need more.." She whispers in his ear as she slowly grinds on him and lovingly nibbles the most sensitive spot on his neck, which only proves to serve as a trigger to get him guiding her again. Mikasa places her hands on his chest and grins as she rises up tall, watching a wide smile of contentment form on his extremely kissable lips. He knows exactly what's coming next as he crosses his arms behind his head, that she loves to take over like this. And he's happy to entertain her desire to ride him. For now.

"You're so fucking gorgeous. Have I ever told you that?" He smirks and gazes up at her lovingly as she begins to slowly rock her hips, sending them both into a state of euphoria all over again.

"Mmm, only every day since we started going out..."

"Good, that means I'm doing my job."

"You definitely know how to make me feel super sexy, that's for sure." Mikasa grins as she pushes her hair away from her face and grinds faster, achieving a dreamy moan from deep in his gut as her reward.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Miki!" Eren chuckles and hisses pleasurably as she shows off her talents, riding him at a consistently fast pace. He smirks when she leans her head back and moans loudly, feeling powerless to his own eyes snapping shut. From the many variations of delightful sounds that she makes to the gratifying sensation of her climax pulsating around his sensitivity, he knows that he's a goner. Especially since she always manages to maintain a fast pace in this position through her climaxes. It wasn't long until he was hissing at the intense pleasure and the couple were gazing into each other's eyes once more as he helps her to sit up, permitting his length to fall out erect against his abs. Mikasa smiles seductively as she reaches down to gently hold his length and jerks him off enthusiastically until it explodes all over her hand. She giggles that he's actually moaning as she rubs the sensitive tip and finds herself addicted to his sounds because she loves hearing how good she's making him feel. He inhales deeply and sighs to stabilize his breaths, smiling wide as he watches her brings her hand up to clear away any evidence of him with her mouth and her tongue. "Seriously, you're so hot."

"It’s not like it tastes that bad.." She grins as she drags her tongue along the top her hand to clean off his goop and he sits up to wrap his arms around her waist.

"Gosh, can't you just take the damn compliment?"

"Heh, I'm sorry, thank you.."

"I have tons of compliments tailor made just for you." Eren smiles as he kisses her forehead and she chuckles softly in response, sucking what's left of him from the tip of her finger. "I mean, you could be wearing a paper bag on your head and I'd still think that you're exceedingly adorable." He slowly moves his hands up her back and brings her closer for a loving embrace as their lips meet for another deeply passionate kiss.

"Oh my gosh," She mumbles cheerfully between kisses as she gently tangles her fingers in his soft, brown hair. "I love you so much..."

"I love you so much more," He couldn't help but laugh as he's suddenly pushed flat onto his back and pulls her with him, making her giggle excitedly to be laying on top once more. "I promise." Eren smirks when she presses her lips to his for one tender, loving kiss and lightly strokes his cheek with her thumb.

"Heh, I guess you should go finish up the yard before your parents get home, huh?"

"Yes, unfortunately."

"Boo.." Mikasa gives a playful frown and plants a kiss on his grin. "That's okay, I can wait for you to be done. I'm pretty much studied out at this point, so.." She trails off as she sits tall on his lap and smiles, pushing her hair away from her sweaty face seductively. "I'll be in here waiting patiently for you like a good girl."

"Actually, I was going to hop in the shower after I get done outside," He chuckles as he sits up to kiss her on the lips. "You're welcome to join me if you wish."

"Hm, that's very tempting. Can we...?" She bites her lip as she slowly walks two fingertips up the center of his chest.

"Do it again? Of course." Eren smirks and seals the deal with a kiss as he reaches up to carefully push her long fringe away from her face. It's safe to assume that such a shower and the evening itself will be a long one. But this is what he gets for taking off his shirt.

And he's not at all complaining.

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[porco-galliard]

Tagged by Minnie, Margaux, Kuroos and Ci 🤗 thank youu 😘 @honeymeh @finger-pieck @mochisurou @kalmgeyama

roses or daisies ; classical or lofi ; sunrises or sunsets ; honey or lemon ; coffee or tea ; enemies to lovers or friends to lovers ; rainy days or sunny days ; jupiter or mars ; aphrodite or athena ; rome or greece ; sun or moon ; 1920s or 1990s ; blizzard or thunderstorm ; midnight memories or made in the am ; sage green or vanilla coffee white ; folklore or lover ; croissant or macaroon ; ballgowns or pantsuits ; hades or zeus ; platonic love or sensual love ; light academia or cottagecore

Tagging: @zmieciony @jenitsu @eremikas @raitorin @lets-oyaoya @sstarphase

#if you want to ~ #tagged

[ackernen]

i was tagged by the lovely angie @eremikas & ana @gojosattoru thank youuu😗💞 it was fun to do!! *hugs* ♡♡

roses or daisies | classical or lofi | sunrises or sunsets | honey or lemon | coffee or tea | enemies to lovers or friends to lovers | rainy days or sunny days | jupiter or mars | aphrodite or athena | rome or greece | sun or moon | 1920s or 1990s | blizzard or thunderstorm | midnight memories or made in the am | sage green or vanilla coffee white | folklore or lover | croissant or macaroon | ballgowns or pantsuits | hades or zeus | platonic love or sensual love | light academia or cottagecore

i tag; @kiroz, @hanae-ichihara, @jaegerists, @tatakaeeren, @aominne, @mafuyuh, @mamori-tai, @jenitsu, @kurahara, @shinixgami, @elriccs, @byakuyas, @kagehjna, @tanchirou (free to ignore✨)

#some of these were hard to pick #but it’s nice hehe #do it if you want<3 #tag game #mentioned