[ snipping the consentacles down and out of the apartment was a constant practice after their appearance; they'd never really hang around eren when he truly didn't want to be touched by vines, but the usual friendly helping branch was allowed to help him around the kitchen and house as a whole. whenever the pangs hit him, they were there to hold his shoulders like one of his friends would, and eventually he'd be talking to them like people rather than plants. with the bairns gone, they've been approximating quickly to tend to the intricate feelings surrounding eren's ill-humored reminders of noctium's provisional circumstance. eren preferred mikasa's embrace to start, so the oozing, milky cream smeared gently across his skin would help leave the thoughts behind and go after what mattered.
this happened especially when malachite changed them. his ears, hands and legs would grow fur, points and claws, paw pads on his palms and a vulpine sharpness to his curvatures. he'd grow coltish and wild, fomented enough that he'd discard his clothes and twitch to stroke at his hidden shaft— but he wouldn't. he invites his beloved to play first, letting the cramped walls of their apartment seem empty whether she was there or not.
he wanted to hear her breathing, her movement, he wanted to scent her and follow to wherever she was, inside their temporary home or out of it. it didn't matter where. he would catch her. ]
[The bairn had been an experience. One Mikasa wasn't sure if she'd want to repeat it... Not soon anyway. Even if she did miss the creature that had wanted to cling and cuddle a little. As for the other new plants, the consentacles weren't much of an issue. Not with their ability to sense where they weren't wanted. She'd managed to corral most of them to stay in the plant pots, even if they'd reach out to try and help. They weren't intrusive enough to get rid of.
Though they'd not been much help that morning. Mikasa had awoken early to get chores done, wandering around the town. But she'd felt tired as midday came round and returned to the apartment.
She didn't go to bed though, she just needed a sit-down...
...But soon enough she was stretched out, fully dressed still on that nice plush sofa. Lying in a beam of sunlight on her stomach. Completely relaxed as she dozed, a couch cushion under her head. She didn't even notice the fox stalking her. This apartment was theirs, it smelled of her and Eren, Eren's scent lingering didn't warrant any alarm.
though it did make her mumble his name and nuzzle at her cushion. Tightly clutching it in her arms.]
[ eren stalked effortlessly, shifting his feet up where his hands were to avoid making the floors creak in a flexible crawl, each step taken to reach the cushions mikasa was having her siesta on. at the foot of the couch, only the dark black ears of a fox point out of its horizon line, rotate forward, and then make way for one slow rise of a pair of icy blue-emerald eyes, with pupils thinned and his back legs ready to spring. behind him churned his tail, a puffy brush-ended thing that became two, then five, then nine, like a crown of pointed whites and silky black fur. he wants to jump, but wait for just the right moment to jump . . .
that moment is approaching, and his flaws grip the couch’s end with anticipating prospect. ]
[He stalked and those long sensitive ears of her's heard nothing. She smelled nothing, he blended in with her surroundings. She remained, curled up on her side around the cushion. Clutching it to her chest as she inhaled his lingering scent.
Mikasa hummed, unfurling and stretching out. Fur-covered toes extending as her skirt lifted, then her body went slack again. A soft murmur escaping from her lips as her eyes cracked open. Her arms leaving the cushion to slowly push herself up... ehh, nope, going to lie down again. A hand coming up to comb an ear.
[ it was a close one to not have been noticed, and his entire camouflage had come true. eren ducks and flattens his ears to his skull when she motions, out of site if only for the claws that still held onto the edge. a peer back onto the top would suggest that she only stretched, and boy had he been absolutely tempted to grab her toes first.
instead, he puts his long awaited pounce into action, springing suddenly over the couch and right on top of the dozing puca in a front paw dive with bright eyes and a wide, wide sly fox grin. ]
[She was happy, content, staying in her own lane. Chilling and completely defenseless against this sudden attack. But she does screech at the sudden looming shadow. Rapidly rolling from her side to her front, torn between running and freezing. Her brain short-circuiting at it all. Shivering as her heart pounded in her chest.
There was so much to take in.
Apartment? Not safe?? But no threatening smells? Eren??? Yes, that was Eren. She'd seen his eyes. A deep sigh escaped her, whole body seeming to deflate as the panic left.]
...Eren... [Low and warning. Her lips curling back to show sharp incisors, she bitey? Then her eyes narrowed, realising something...
He naked. And with that realisation, she tensed again. Warmth pooling in her stomach as images of a hazy dream returned. ]
[ danger was enticing and warning was a prize for his efforts. when the jostle had come to a standstill, eren's own teeth showed in a handsome grin in turn to rival her's, testing her perhaps to bite him if she wanted. as his tail swished with unabashed playfulness, his forearms lowered to cage her head in place while his planted knees trap her hips. yes, completely uncensored, a claw drew past her cheek and into her flush, her scalp, her ear— the fuzzy, floppy one. the space between them was purposely kept. for now, but eren teased for a split moment when his bottom arched enough to let his bare (mostly bare, he had fur in some places) chest to her bust, before rising up again. ]
Wrong time?
[ it wasn't the wrong time, but he was in quite the lively mood to pry. ]
[There was a soft, rumbling growl as she turned her head. Giving him a good view of the back of her head as she sulked... Then she craned her neck to peer at him with one eye, sniffing.
She'd been about to speak when he pressed his warm body(and very nakey) press down against her back. She swallowed, feeling the warmth of his skin through her thin shirt. So warm, so close and he smelled so nice. Mikasa's body gave a small shiver, an excited trill of danger running through her. Fear of fox, mixing with the thrill of the chase and love for him overwhelming her.
Then as quickly as it'd been there, so tantalizingly, it was gone. The caressing hand leaving with him.
She didn't speak. She didn't trust her voice not to waver if she did. So she lowered her head. Her chin resting on the pillow in what might have seemed like a low bow. But had she been with another puca it would have been a demand... Language barriers... Because at this exact moment of time, Mikasa was sulking. Waiting for an apolgetic grooming.]
[ apologies! eren knew so very little about rabbit body language, as it didn’t come quite naturally to him as a fox’s advances would, even another canine-type thing. it’s amusing at the very least when he’s shown her head right after lifting it away to solely tease her— and it might have worked. he sees her lips frown and waiting there for something. he couldn’t help but to keep his smile with rotating ears facing forward, three of his tails giving fluffy swishes to accommodate her sides and stroke her hips with tickles. ]
“More” or are you just upset?
[ there’s only a simple adjustment to the legs straddling her— one knee plants between her legs and hikes up rather high, until her thighs threaten to clench them. his crouch is still low, predatory, but the space stays between their chests. as consolation, maybe just a scratch in the right direction . . . eren keeps a single claw dangled to the crown of her head, tracing a scratch and trailing to her ear. ]
[Was it so strange, demanding a pampering in exchange for being spooked? She remained there, waiting... only to wiggle and roll onto her back from the tickling tails. A hand reaching out to swat at them. Then she attempted to cross her arms and go back to sulking.
Attempted... It was hard to remain stony-faced as his legged moved further up, getting tangled in the fabric of her skirt. Her face gradually flushing. The sour look on her face faltered, a soft gasp slipping out before she jerked her head. Nope, not looking, no talk, she anger. But then the scritches happened and those made her head gravitate towards his hand.]
[ she hadn’t a thing to help her out of this beyond looking all the more endearing in the way she pouted and slapped her attention anywhere but him, the try a known failure after eren felt the weight of her head seek his hand in full. in giving in, he presents the lesser prize: a full placement of his palm against the fall of her rabbit ear and bringing it close to a press against her head down to her neck in an effort to stroke. with his tails now raised in a way that entice the first step toward greater excitement, maybe a crown-like display of confidence and early cockiness, he bends his lips down to the bridge of her neck on clavicle. right in the middle of it, he places his first kiss, one that quickly becomes a lazy lap of his tongue in appeasement. ]
I’ll take care of it.
[ meanwhile, the free hand planted to the opposite side of her head shifts down to his forearm just over her crown. with that came his subtle descent from the space left between them, and there, his member touched the bare curves of her thighs exposed by his knees.
he enjoyed her squirming the first time— he’d love to see her do it again, or maybe even let a shiver slip. ]
[Her eyes slid shut at his caress. Head tilting to give him better access, to what she wasn't quite sure. The side of her head? The ruff of soft, silky fur at her neck that seemed to puff as she relaxed. Even as his nose brushed the fur, his breath tickling her. Her own breath hitched when he found the small patch of skin between fur and fabric. Had she not been home, he'd have had a mouth full of fabric.
She gave him a lazy blink at the comment.] Take care...?
[Then he was almost lying on her. His body pinning her's in place, head almost on her chest. She exhaled as he bore down. Then she felt it, the air on her legs where he'd hicked her skirt up, the slight pressure and a damp warmth that made her buck. Thigh coming up to press against him. Then she fell back, wiggling on the couch until her head bumped into his forearm, trying to put space between them... Even if she bucked again once she put some distance between her and his...Him. Her chest heaving with small pants.]
[ the way she twitched brought a playing smile baring across his lips and even fed his length with a pulse, a throb that prodded the inside of her leg and and purposely left there for her to struggle with. “struggle”, if he could call it that. his tongue was gliding hot up her chin and wet onto her lips in a brief kiss, piercing eyes catching the gasp from her teeth as he did. her skirt was away from the dribble of wetness he left on her, at least, pulling himself back up until he hovered over her once more. no touch, then, but his busy, caressing hand was sifting into her hair and finding places to grasp and keep her pinned. then came the rasp of his voice: ]
Not yet? [ he almost, almost sounds disappointed, but all of his tone seems like a facade when his hand drops, drops low and ghosts over the front of her panties to test how she felt. he wasn’t disappointed at all— he was fervent and just getting started. ] Here, first?
[Despite everything, the kiss was returned with fervor. Mikasa's eyes falling shut as she started to calm. Sure, he'd made her jump and ruined her nap, but this seemed worth the wake-up call. An arm slowly came up, fingers running along the side of his chest as she tried to find something to grab. Something to reel him in. Her own lips clumsily trying to move with his- Whining! That was definitely a whine as he pulled away. Meeting his words with a huff as her head went limp in his grasp. Becoming a dead weight, the arm that had been grasping for him crossing over her chest. That was rude Eren...
She was so absorbed in her sulking and pointedly not trying to ignore him that the meaning behind his words didn't set in. But the hand that reached down was impossible to ignore, getting a small gasp. Her body trembling as she tried to glare at him. Tried... Her mouth opened to comment, but she wavered. Remaining silent.
You see....here was the thing. While at first glance it might have looked like Mikasa was wearing pitch-black boyshorts. She wasn't. That void was just more fur. It turns out Rey was right about clothes making fur chafe. So after some internal debating... She'd just not worn anything tight. The black fur covered everything, other than the stark white underside of her tail. It should have been fine. No one should normally look up her skirt and even if they did, it'd just be fur.
[ there’s no waistband or fabric in between his gentle press, of fingerpads that begin to delve past the patch of black fur and nearly tease the dampness of her folds. eren sticks to the curving and how absolutely slicked the fur there was the more he stroked. he loved to see her pout and couldn’t resist her indignation; his tails were dancing behind him, and with a bend of his elbow, he seemed to crawl backwards. ]
You woke up like this, [ and guide her leg to open up sideways. his middle finger then slipped closer to where her clit hid, and pressed— not enough to invade her, but enough to swirl and play with her begging entry. ] didn’t you?
[She choked at the fingertips glancing her. Back starting to arch, even as she tried to lift her head closer to his. Trying to catch his mouth with her own-
Only for him to move back. Fucking rude af.
Mikasa fell back with a deep huff and scowl. Not even looking at him. Her leg giving a weak jerk, resisting when he started parting her legs further. Not enough to jerk free. She was just making her grouch known. Her ears giving a small twitch as he spoke, debating if she should dignify that with an answer. But then he forced her, the answer coming in the form of a sharp inhale. Her body tensing as he toyed with her.
It took her another few seconds to grit her teeth give him a breathy reply.]
...And? What's it got to do... With you if I did?
[She sulk. And that wasn't her best comeback. But her mind was too hazy to manage something snappish.]
[ all that huffing and puffing would soon be remedied, eren wasn't worried about that (right now). she was being stubborn in what she wanted in the way she wanted, but it hadn't been something eren, in his current foxy slyness, would bother submitting to with anxiety. getting her roused was just another pleasure.
where she shoves to show displeasure, eren holds his ground, his weight, and pushes back when given the compliance to. he keeps his eyes held on hers, sharp, passionate in the gaze with triangle ears held erect at attention like horns, allowing the curve of his lip to twitch with his whiskers as he lowers his face, downward, downward . . . ]
I'd hope it'd have to do with me.
[ spreading her sex's lips apart with his fingers to expose the folds of pink hidden behind the puca's fur, he unfurls his tongue and praises her body, worships it with a lap so slow and progressive, hot with his breath and doing far more than simply groom her— he'd appease her with delight, with innovation, and make her melt out of her intractable shell with every glide his tongue made outwardly, swirled, and pressed from top to bottom. ]
[That only got a snort. Another squirm and buck. She'd been enjoying her nap and the dream that might have involved him when some instinct had so rudely roused her. The Eren, the real Eren, had prevented her from returning to that seductively sweet slumber.
Was it fair to take her ire at being interrupted on the real Eren? Probably not. Did that stop her? No, she sulked. Or tried to, glaring at him as she watched him. Her face flushing when she realised just how close he was looking, her hand reaching down to shove him. But she wasn't quick enough.
She gasped, her back arching as she pressed against him. The reaching hand bumping his ear as she blindly entwined her fingers in his hair. Pulling and pushing. Uttering his name.]
[ never did he think he’d hear something so hypnotizing, so absolutely euphoric that made him drunk and high: his name, spoken so quietly, so claiming, and he didn’t want anything else. his mouth hummed, purred, vibrated along the mounds of her clit and a lick deeper to her entrance before trailing up and drinking her taste. he was her’s here and now and later, there’d be no other in this way. love and passion traps him in this dance and he never wants to leave. he wants to stay, forever.
he wants to hear it again. he wants her fingers to tangle and yank at his hair, pull at it for all he cared because it’d make something electric happen for him, he felt it building in him. so he provoked her, his tongue pressing flat against her swelling and gave it a continuous, constant swirl. again, and again, and more, to drive her crazy but with just as much ecstasy that she gave him without doing a thing but existing there with him.
he had something in mind to ask her, but it’d have to wait. mouth full. ]
[Her fingers remained, clinging to the strands of hair even as she stopped tugging. A long, guttural whine slipping out. Her legs splaying to give him easier access. Giving him more.
But the more he pushed, the more she writhed and pushed back. Pressing herself against him, the hand on his head jerking. Her mouth opening in a silent scream as she bucked and kicked out, the muscles of her thighs tensing as her legs wrapped around him. Holding him in place and trapping him in her embrace. The rest of her going limp on the couch, her fingers relaxing on his head. Fingertips brushing his ear as she paned and gasped for air.]
[ honey, all of it. the moving, the sounds that prick his triangle ears high, her pleasure and his appeasement with it. when she was about to flop, eren had even begun to motion himself the way he’d consider entering her . . . before he rises, and leaves her to ride her own high. he licks his lips with a proud smack that exposes keen canines, a rift in the curve of his mouth that quivers his whiskers, all before he prowls above her and meets her huffing face to face, with loving eyes . . . with playful eyes. ]
Remember when you asked me about my chest?
[ his hands reach from under her breast and give them a little push up, teasing the red flushed nipples with the tips of his fingers. ]
[She stayed bent, body quivering with shallow breathes as she tried to ground herself. Her hand, the hand not on his head groped at the cushions of the couch. Her blunt claws digging into the fabric.
The shadow that covered her got a confused blink, then another as she tried to blink the slight wetness away. Her lips remaining parted as she gasped for air. Trying to puzzle out what he was doing, but her brain was too sluggish to get there before he reached her. His warm hands slowly reached up, pushing the fabric of her shirt up further. Prompting another soft moan from her as his fingers reached sensitive skin.
She hummed, a failed attempt at mumbling a response. Head giving the weakest tilt as she thought.]
[ the way her shirt hiked just above the rounds of her breasts just made them— pop, you know? kneading into them and now bending to swirl his tongue around an areola, eren keeps his gaze up to meet her labored, hazy attempts to stay fixed. he wanted to see this and her reaction to it, of course. his lapping was mild, light and sluggish. it wouldn’t make her head spin much, and leave her impatient, if anything. he needs some of her clarity back. ]
What if I had one?
[ he’s already emphasizing that it’s one like her’s. ]
[This shirt was getting ruined, but Mikasa couldn't get annoyed about that. Most of her frustration went towards Eren and his hands. Her peak was dying down, but here he was, taunting her with something that didn't-it wasn't. Now there was his mouth and that was new, but it still wasn't what she wanted.
So she huffed. Actually pouting and puffing her cheeks as she gave an aimless kick. There was nothing for her foot to thump against, but the spirit was there.
The hand on his head drifted, fingers dragging through his hair and down his neck to rest on his back. Frowning up at him.]
You... have a chest? [Eren... She couldn't feel it from here. But she'd felt his chest before. Though? What was he getting at, what was he doing?]
[ blame the kitsune in him for this, the shape shifting and adventurous trickster doesn’t shy away from the prospect as it comes. who knew, maybe they would enjoy it, and they wouldn’t actually know until they tried.
it’s in some blinks that where eren straddles mikasa changes, warps until it’s as clean as crystal to look upon— eren’s features have become more delicate, sharp around the cheeks and eyes that truly gives off the energy and show of a vixen, a soothing voice that is higher, sweeter— and a chest that was much larger than what was once flat and not at all sensitive. the tails behind him roll as he sits and her and squeezes mikasa’s hips. while unseen, his shaft was still there, and still aroused in the mass of his own fur, but at least . . .
he’d give it to her. eventually. right now he just wants to see what she’ll think of it. ]
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@mikasa (nsfw)
this happened especially when malachite changed them. his ears, hands and legs would grow fur, points and claws, paw pads on his palms and a vulpine sharpness to his curvatures. he'd grow coltish and wild, fomented enough that he'd discard his clothes and twitch to stroke at his hidden shaft— but he wouldn't. he invites his beloved to play first, letting the cramped walls of their apartment seem empty whether she was there or not.
he wanted to hear her breathing, her movement, he wanted to scent her and follow to wherever she was, inside their temporary home or out of it. it didn't matter where. he would catch her. ]
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Though they'd not been much help that morning. Mikasa had awoken early to get chores done, wandering around the town. But she'd felt tired as midday came round and returned to the apartment.
She didn't go to bed though, she just needed a sit-down...
...But soon enough she was stretched out, fully dressed still on that nice plush sofa. Lying in a beam of sunlight on her stomach. Completely relaxed as she dozed, a couch cushion under her head. She didn't even notice the fox stalking her. This apartment was theirs, it smelled of her and Eren, Eren's scent lingering didn't warrant any alarm.
though it did make her mumble his name and nuzzle at her cushion. Tightly clutching it in her arms.]
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that moment is approaching, and his flaws grip the couch’s end with anticipating prospect. ]
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Mikasa hummed, unfurling and stretching out. Fur-covered toes extending as her skirt lifted, then her body went slack again. A soft murmur escaping from her lips as her eyes cracked open. Her arms leaving the cushion to slowly push herself up... ehh, nope, going to lie down again. A hand coming up to comb an ear.
...still undetected for now.]
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instead, he puts his long awaited pounce into action, springing suddenly over the couch and right on top of the dozing puca in a front paw dive with bright eyes and a wide, wide sly fox grin. ]
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There was so much to take in.
Apartment? Not safe?? But no threatening smells? Eren??? Yes, that was Eren. She'd seen his eyes. A deep sigh escaped her, whole body seeming to deflate as the panic left.]
...Eren... [Low and warning. Her lips curling back to show sharp incisors, she bitey? Then her eyes narrowed, realising something...
He naked. And with that realisation, she tensed again. Warmth pooling in her stomach as images of a hazy dream returned. ]
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Wrong time?
[ it wasn't the wrong time, but he was in quite the lively mood to pry. ]
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She'd been about to speak when he pressed his warm body(and very nakey) press down against her back. She swallowed, feeling the warmth of his skin through her thin shirt. So warm, so close and he smelled so nice. Mikasa's body gave a small shiver, an excited trill of danger running through her. Fear of fox, mixing with the thrill of the chase and love for him overwhelming her.
Then as quickly as it'd been there, so tantalizingly, it was gone. The caressing hand leaving with him.
She didn't speak. She didn't trust her voice not to waver if she did. So she lowered her head. Her chin resting on the pillow in what might have seemed like a low bow. But had she been with another puca it would have been a demand... Language barriers... Because at this exact moment of time, Mikasa was sulking. Waiting for an apolgetic grooming.]
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“More” or are you just upset?
[ there’s only a simple adjustment to the legs straddling her— one knee plants between her legs and hikes up rather high, until her thighs threaten to clench them. his crouch is still low, predatory, but the space stays between their chests. as consolation, maybe just a scratch in the right direction . . . eren keeps a single claw dangled to the crown of her head, tracing a scratch and trailing to her ear. ]
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Attempted... It was hard to remain stony-faced as his legged moved further up, getting tangled in the fabric of her skirt. Her face gradually flushing. The sour look on her face faltered, a soft gasp slipping out before she jerked her head. Nope, not looking, no talk, she anger. But then the scritches happened and those made her head gravitate towards his hand.]
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I’ll take care of it.
[ meanwhile, the free hand planted to the opposite side of her head shifts down to his forearm just over her crown. with that came his subtle descent from the space left between them, and there, his member touched the bare curves of her thighs exposed by his knees.
he enjoyed her squirming the first time— he’d love to see her do it again, or maybe even let a shiver slip. ]
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She gave him a lazy blink at the comment.] Take care...?
[Then he was almost lying on her. His body pinning her's in place, head almost on her chest. She exhaled as he bore down. Then she felt it, the air on her legs where he'd hicked her skirt up, the slight pressure and a damp warmth that made her buck. Thigh coming up to press against him. Then she fell back, wiggling on the couch until her head bumped into his forearm, trying to put space between them... Even if she bucked again once she put some distance between her and his...Him. Her chest heaving with small pants.]
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Not yet? [ he almost, almost sounds disappointed, but all of his tone seems like a facade when his hand drops, drops low and ghosts over the front of her panties to test how she felt. he wasn’t disappointed at all— he was fervent and just getting started. ] Here, first?
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She was so absorbed in her sulking and pointedly not trying to ignore him that the meaning behind his words didn't set in. But the hand that reached down was impossible to ignore, getting a small gasp. Her body trembling as she tried to glare at him. Tried... Her mouth opened to comment, but she wavered. Remaining silent.
You see....here was the thing. While at first glance it might have looked like Mikasa was wearing pitch-black boyshorts. She wasn't. That void was just more fur. It turns out Rey was right about clothes making fur chafe. So after some internal debating... She'd just not worn anything tight. The black fur covered everything, other than the stark white underside of her tail. It should have been fine. No one should normally look up her skirt and even if they did, it'd just be fur.
Or damp fur at the moment...]
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You woke up like this, [ and guide her leg to open up sideways. his middle finger then slipped closer to where her clit hid, and pressed— not enough to invade her, but enough to swirl and play with her begging entry. ] didn’t you?
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Only for him to move back. Fucking rude af.
Mikasa fell back with a deep huff and scowl. Not even looking at him. Her leg giving a weak jerk, resisting when he started parting her legs further. Not enough to jerk free. She was just making her grouch known. Her ears giving a small twitch as he spoke, debating if she should dignify that with an answer. But then he forced her, the answer coming in the form of a sharp inhale. Her body tensing as he toyed with her.
It took her another few seconds to grit her teeth give him a breathy reply.]
...And? What's it got to do... With you if I did?
[She sulk. And that wasn't her best comeback. But her mind was too hazy to manage something snappish.]
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where she shoves to show displeasure, eren holds his ground, his weight, and pushes back when given the compliance to. he keeps his eyes held on hers, sharp, passionate in the gaze with triangle ears held erect at attention like horns, allowing the curve of his lip to twitch with his whiskers as he lowers his face, downward, downward . . . ]
I'd hope it'd have to do with me.
[ spreading her sex's lips apart with his fingers to expose the folds of pink hidden behind the puca's fur, he unfurls his tongue and praises her body, worships it with a lap so slow and progressive, hot with his breath and doing far more than simply groom her— he'd appease her with delight, with innovation, and make her melt out of her intractable shell with every glide his tongue made outwardly, swirled, and pressed from top to bottom. ]
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Was it fair to take her ire at being interrupted on the real Eren? Probably not. Did that stop her? No, she sulked. Or tried to, glaring at him as she watched him. Her face flushing when she realised just how close he was looking, her hand reaching down to shove him. But she wasn't quick enough.
She gasped, her back arching as she pressed against him. The reaching hand bumping his ear as she blindly entwined her fingers in his hair. Pulling and pushing. Uttering his name.]
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he wants to hear it again. he wants her fingers to tangle and yank at his hair, pull at it for all he cared because it’d make something electric happen for him, he felt it building in him. so he provoked her, his tongue pressing flat against her swelling and gave it a continuous, constant swirl. again, and again, and more, to drive her crazy but with just as much ecstasy that she gave him without doing a thing but existing there with him.
he had something in mind to ask her, but it’d have to wait. mouth full. ]
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But the more he pushed, the more she writhed and pushed back. Pressing herself against him, the hand on his head jerking. Her mouth opening in a silent scream as she bucked and kicked out, the muscles of her thighs tensing as her legs wrapped around him. Holding him in place and trapping him in her embrace. The rest of her going limp on the couch, her fingers relaxing on his head. Fingertips brushing his ear as she paned and gasped for air.]
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Remember when you asked me about my chest?
[ his hands reach from under her breast and give them a little push up, teasing the red flushed nipples with the tips of his fingers. ]
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The shadow that covered her got a confused blink, then another as she tried to blink the slight wetness away. Her lips remaining parted as she gasped for air. Trying to puzzle out what he was doing, but her brain was too sluggish to get there before he reached her. His warm hands slowly reached up, pushing the fabric of her shirt up further. Prompting another soft moan from her as his fingers reached sensitive skin.
She hummed, a failed attempt at mumbling a response. Head giving the weakest tilt as she thought.]
...Hm? Yeah? [Slowly, in a daze.]
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What if I had one?
[ he’s already emphasizing that it’s one like her’s. ]
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So she huffed. Actually pouting and puffing her cheeks as she gave an aimless kick. There was nothing for her foot to thump against, but the spirit was there.
The hand on his head drifted, fingers dragging through his hair and down his neck to rest on his back. Frowning up at him.]
You... have a chest? [Eren... She couldn't feel it from here. But she'd felt his chest before. Though? What was he getting at, what was he doing?]
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[ blame the kitsune in him for this, the shape shifting and adventurous trickster doesn’t shy away from the prospect as it comes. who knew, maybe they would enjoy it, and they wouldn’t actually know until they tried.
it’s in some blinks that where eren straddles mikasa changes, warps until it’s as clean as crystal to look upon— eren’s features have become more delicate, sharp around the cheeks and eyes that truly gives off the energy and show of a vixen, a soothing voice that is higher, sweeter— and a chest that was much larger than what was once flat and not at all sensitive. the tails behind him roll as he sits and her and squeezes mikasa’s hips. while unseen, his shaft was still there, and still aroused in the mass of his own fur, but at least . . .
he’d give it to her. eventually. right now he just wants to see what she’ll think of it. ]
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