#aot eren yeager

[hellavile]

LUV THIS SHIT | eren yeager.

‍ ‍ ☆. warnings — 3.1k. fem!reader, eren’s pent up from working out, asmr sexting, submissive reader, impact play [ face smack, spanking ] public arousal, indecent behavior, mating press, f!oral, fingering, profanity, established relationship, lots of making out, unprotected sex, eren’s aggressive, floor sex, riding, creampie, artist!reader, pet names, reader has black features, minors aren't allowed! 

‍ merry christmas! ♡

eren starts his day the same every morning. the alarm goes off at six o'clock which is never your favorite thing to hear considering you're not an early bird. usually groaning in your state of sleep and tugging the blankets away from him after he kisses you on your forehead and steps out of bed. you always snuggle on his side before the warmth he created grows cold. proceeds to take a steaming hot shower, tilting his neck back to let the heavy beats of water dampen his long hair. lathers his body with african black soap you picked up from a shop while SONDER plays from his speaker, careful not to blast it too loud to wake you up. it's your off day so he's respecting your wishes to hibernate all day.

he honestly hates leaving you alone in bed. sue him but being your little spoon is the best thing he's ever known. he's never slept so good in his life until he met you. never knew it felt so comfortable being in another persons arms. eren’s next step is to dress for the gym, the only reason he's up this early three times out of the week. a dark gray towel is wrapped low around his slim waist, tatted chest and arms running with water droplets as he wipes the foggy mirror clear to see his reflection. washing his face with a kale, spinach, and green tea cleanser along with brushing his teeth, cleaning his tongue with a scraper and gargling mouthwash. he forgets to do this backwards sometimes considering he has to eat first. the taste lingers and makes his food nasty.

afterwards, he’s moisturizing his face with cerave healing ointment and his pouty cotton candy lips with one of your babylips sticks. lathering his body in vaseline coca butter lotion and slipping on a olive green colored sweatpants with a black cropped metallica muscle tank, wrapping a matching black bandanna over the top of his towel-dried chestnut hair. he spritz this cologne you picked up at the mall when thinking of him called art deco amberwood by clive christian. makes you fall to your knees to suck him off every time now that he thinks about it.

by then it's near seven and he's down in the kitchen with his black airpod max’s over his ears listening to jazz while he blends his smoothie with spinach, kale, strawberries, blueberries, and pineapples. he gulps that down after filling a mason jar completely. and for further consumption, he makes avocado toast topped with chia seeds, himalayan salt and pepper and two strips of bacon each.

before he leaves he makes sure to run back up the stairs to double check on you to see if you needed anything before he left such as picking up a coffee from dunkin or anything from the art supply store. he peaks his head through the door to see you sprawled out, mouth open and snoring peacefully, cuddling his pillow. he smiles to himself, mumbling ‘my pretty girl’ before quietly tiptoeing close to the king-sized bed with satin sheets to give you a kiss or two before heading out, moving your bonnet aside to whisper that he loves you.

he's got his gym bag and his car keys when he leaves, taking the elevator down the parking lot of the loft you two live in, three years now. he finds his car parked directly next to yours. cute. the pretty wolf gray kia k5 besides his onyx lexus rc 300. there's a gym located in the building but he prefers the one your brother owns a few minutes out of the area.

it's around ten o'clock when you fully wake up, missing his presence already and pouting about it before heading to the shower yourself. sitting in a towel for a full hour stuck on tiktok and getting a craving for samyang carbonara noodles and rice cakes. it's really the only thing that made you leave the house today, throwing on a pair of eren’s gray nike shorts you had to roll up to properly sit on your hips, and a black tank, jewelry remaining on your skin everyday from layered necklaces to multiple bracelets. 

you're sitting in the starbucks drive thru which has an incredibly long line but you're not minding the wait, craving a pink drink suddenly. the sun was hitting nicely into your car so you decide to take photos to pass a little time, thumb slipping and accidentally opening the voice memos app with only four recordings, one of them fairly new. created about two weeks ago and you vaguely remember that night. it's about an hour and fifteen minutes long

'luv this shit <3’ is what it's titled. not remembering exactly how it went. you and eren only used this app whenever you're having sex, meaning those four audios were strictly nsfw. you bite your lip in curiosity, deciding to press play to hear it, flinching when you hear how loud you were screaming on top of forgetting that your phone is connected to your cars bluetooth. you swallow in panic, turning it off and sitting back in silence, twiddling your fingers, becoming impatient with the line now because you wanted to hear it. it had to be something the two of you made when you were intoxicated. or else you would've remembered it.

you've retrieved your pink drink, and now it was time to park, too impatient to wait and hear this. sipping your drink, you get comfortable, holding your phones speaker to your ear and pressing play yet again. there's music playing in the background, luv this shit by august alsina in specific, now you knew where the title came from. probably eren’s doing. a rush of heat swarms your cheeks and gut as you hear your boyfriend’s voice, deep and stern as he talks to you while skin connects and your moans overshadow the music. the sound of you kissing wetly makes you shift in your seat, feeling his soft lips on yours at the moment. you loved kissing him.

it lasts for about two minutes before eren’s voice becomes louder than yours when he's fucking you hard, your voice muffled by your hand you assume, doing that a lot since you think you're too loud. “let me fuckin’ hear it,” there's his voice again, unconsciously whimpering along with yourself in the audio. eren’s whining with you, the two of you gasping and listening to how wet you were. a loud smack erupts and you're crying his name, the memory slowly coming back. he smacked your face. the jewelry on his wrist prominent when he does it again, this time it's the outside of your thigh.

“rennnnnn! fuh-uuck.”

“i hear you, baby. come on, come on, come on, cum, cum, cum.” with every thrust he gets louder, hissing as your pussy constricts around his dick. “that's it, pretty. yeah.”

you nearly spill your drink over your lap, the cup slowly slipping from your grip after you zoned out, catching it quick and collecting yourself, setting it in the cup holder. you need to leave. actually, you need to send this to him. he has to be done at the gym by now. then again, you're never sure with him. the man could work out all day if he wanted.

being risky, you grin, pulling up his contact and sending him the audio, following with a text that said . . .

NEW MESSAGE

kuromi princess hello kitty baby star ♡

don't we sound pretty? <3

follicles of eren's hair stick to his sweaty forehead, putting it up before he started his workout, going on for about three hours now. RICH FLEX blasts in his headphones. the neckline of his top is doused with sweat, removing the boxing gloves off his hands to sit down and gulp a full bottle of water. checking his phone, he sees your message. lifting his brow at the audio you had sent, reading your response, and clicking it without hesitating. immediately when he hears your desperate pleading and skin smacking, his pupils dilate, clenching his jaw and checking his surroundings. not many people were in this area of the gym.

“fuck me, baby. fuck me, baby. fuck me, babyyy,” eren listens with wide eyes as he hears your pretty moans, skipping through the audio to hear bits and pieces.

“yeah, speak to me like that.”

eren grows shamelessly aroused from what he's hearing, swallowing hard and shifting his dick back in place, breathing heavier. he's mad at you. mad because you know he's in public and he gets easily turned on by anything regarding you. whether it be your scent, your smile, your eyes, or your fucking voice. when you talk, or scream his name. it's all the same. he's triggered by it all. and you know this, so why test him? not to mention the two of you haven't been sexually active because you've been caught up with work and painting and he's been working doubles. the only time you spend together is brief mornings in bed or one day weekends, usually sleeping all day or being lazy.

all he can think of this moment is fucking you rough and raw. gathering his belongings without another thought and sending you a brief text.

pretty boy ren <3

yea, okay.

it's so stressful walking with a hard dick, and eren really can't wait until he gets home to fuck you up. such a dirty girl needing to be put in place. he forgets his headphones have noise cancellation, so when he's speeding home like a dummy, music continues to thrum in his ears, acting like a complete madman. exactly five minutes before he enters the apartment, you're sitting in your usual corner of the loft where you've made your art station. sitting on the ground while incense flows and sza’s new album plays soundly. a canvas laying on the ground where you sat on a cushion, finger painting a collage of the weeknd’s discography since it's the 11th anniversary for echoes of silence. unaware of the message you received.

that is until you hear the familiar sound of keys jangling and in a matter of seconds, the front door flies open, there standing a big, tall, visibly irritated man. your eyes go wide from seeing him, eren kicking off his shoes, heavy feet stomping towards you and you sit up with curiosity, trying your hardest to hide your devious smile. you knew it'd have that effect on him. eren’s hot hand grabs your jaw fervently, clenching his before yanking your face close to his to connect your lips in a heated kiss. smacking his lips roughly over yours, moaning into his mouth, his eyes focused on your face as you close your eyes too comfortably for his liking. as if you're not in trouble for the shit you pulled.

your hands kept to yourself on either side of his wide shoulders, eren dragging you down to lay on your back onto the cushion you previously sat on, slipping off the black panties covering your neglected pussy, weeping, and waiting for him to get home to do exactly this. staring up at him with glee in your eyes, it's the opposite in his. he can't hear a thing you say because of his headphones, not bothering to toss them off because the only thing on his mind is sliding his dick inside of you and getting his nut off.

raising your knees without his help, he's pushing them further up to your chest, folding you still before arching his neck to release globs of spit onto your cunt three times max, each one emitting a ‘puh’ sound. you clench from his dirty act. his big body hovers over yours, heavy dick practically drenched in precum resting on your mound before eren angles his hips to slip into you. he doesn't give you time to brace yourself, gasping as he groans and thrusts his hips fast, your skin clapping and body jerking under him. beautiful green irises switching darker as he stares into your soul, your moans faintly being heard.

“think you fuckin slick, baby?” eren rasps, your mouth agape, his grip on your thighs harsh. “did that shit on purpose just so i can fuck that pretty pussy stupid on my cock, right?”

“y-yess,” he watches you nod drunkenly, your hands digging on your sides into the rug beneath you. every pound into your slick pussy vibrates into your throat, following his rhythm. happy tears brim your eyes.

“s’okay. ‘cause i got something for you.”

his pace hastens, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he drills deep, jackhammering almost, like a needy, inexperienced boy. your cunts squelching loud, hand pressing at his abdomen in attempt to slow him down but he only fucks you harder, air knocking from your lungs. it's so fucking hot the way he's handling you right now, like he's been so deprived of you for so long he couldn't stand it. couldn't even take his clothes fully off, keeping every piece on because he needed you that badly.

“ooh, i'm fucking cumming. ssss, fuck,” eren moans. you squeal as eren takes both your arms and crosses them over your tummy, holding them there while he puts his weight on you and grunts in your face. sweat dampening his bandanna, breath mixing with yours as he cums inside you. coating your walls with thick spurts of white. your knees buckle from the feeling, his lower halve twitching from the rush.

eren licks his lips, stilling his movements to take a breather, knocking back one of the ears to his airpods to hear how desperate you sound, slowly pulling his dick out, still hard.

“eren, i didn't cum,” you whine, squirming with an attitude.

“i think i knew that.”

you put your middle finger up to him for his smart ass tone, eren arching a brow and scooping you up without another word. smiling, you cling to him as he moves towards the couch, deciding to stay seated on the floor, lifting you so you sit on his lap. his cock resting on his stomach where you're able to see toned abs and a dark, neatly trimmed happy trail to match your cute brazilian strip all cause of that slutty, grunge crop top he has on. his back rests against the furniture. you take the initiative to remove these stupid headphones so you could put your hands and mouth around his neck.

“i don’t think you understand how much i thought about fuckin’ you today. you really fuckin’ don’t.” eren lands a heavy hand on your ass causing you to jump and scoot forward from leaning back on his knees. “could barely fucking focus. all because you sent me that shit.”

“and because you miss me,” you whisper, delicately skimming your lips over his, arching into him as he spreads your ass cheeks apart after smoothing over them. spanking you hard on either side until you gasp into his mouth and he could kiss you again.

“sink on it real slow,” eren taps your clit with the tip to say he wants it done now. sucking on your lip, you raise yourself till he's kissing the entrance and gently easing down, indenting crescent moons into his broad shoulders momentarily. dragging your hands to your waist, you rub over your body, hissing and throwing your head back, feeling a storm of euphoria fuel you. eren hums in fascination as you lose yourself in the bond.

“g’na say sorry with your pussy, baby?” eren taunts in a baby-like tone.

“mhmm,” what eren wants, eren gets. and if he wanted you to ride his dick you were going to. getting up on the tips of your toes and rode only on the tip first, eren choking on his spit with brows furrowed and praising you. soon, inching lower to bounce yourself up and down to his liking, being sure to clench your walls a little tighter just to hear him whine. when eren gets really feral he gets really loud. unable to control what his vocal cords let out. he used to think it was embarrassing, but the two of you have shared enough time together to dismiss judgment. he sounds so pretty when he's getting fucked good.

“shit, you keep fuckin’ me like that m’ not gonna last,” ignoring him, you continue to clap your ass down, skin interaction picking back up, eren’s hands on your hips just for leverage. he never needs to guide you. a few squeezes occasionally since he's so sensitive. painfully aroused it makes no sense.

“i can't last long,” you warn, pawing at his chest as you raise your ass and fuck him faster, eren moaning and helping you out by pounding up into you. you fall forward into his arms, yanking you down each time you'd rise back up. smacking your ass just to hear your voice pick up. “eren, fuck baby!”

“unh huh, keep goin’,” eren’s face scrunches up, whining in your ear while keeping one of his tatted arms wrapped around your backside. your thighs begin to burn but you know stopping isn't an option when he sounds that good in your ear. eren gets aggressive and hits into you harder, same time ass you drop down with more force, tugging at his hair and he whimpers your name.  “keep that shit up, baby. yeahh.”

it feels so good you start crying, missing this so much. holding onto him for dear life as he somehow moves quicker, slouching in his spot so his neck settles back onto the couch, slipping his right hand under your right thigh and raising his hips to fuck up into you, lifting you like you're one of his weights at the gym. you watch as he mumbles ‘fuck’ with his eyes scrolled back and mouth wide open, jawline sharp, and adam’s apple in his throat prominent. he looked so fucking good right now you just had to kiss his neck. eren hitting that spot so good you can't control yourself from screaming, mouthing at his neck and leaving hickeys. he smells good, hints of musk and that damn cologne you love, feels good, looks even better. then wonders why you act the way you did. he’s made a monster.

“you fuck me so good, ‘ren. love you so much, missed you so much,” at this point you're babbling, saying anything that comes from your brain mindlessly. it's enough to make eren bellow streams of curses before hiking your ass off and nutting over your back, eren releasing a high-pitched gasp as he stares up at the ceiling in a daze. vision blurry. 

before you complain, eren’s lifting you higher and scoots further down to sit you on his face, hot mouth munching on your soaked cunt with puffy lips. your eyes cross and you scream into the air, gripping the couch as he slides two fingers, middle and pointer, deep into your hole, thrusting while his fat tongue laps at your clit, silver cuban link on his wrist cold on your stomach. he's swallowing your arousal like he's drinking a glass of water, moaning into your pussy and spanking your ass with his unoccupied hand.

“oh my . . .  god,” you're breathless as you cum, legs twitching and squealing from the intensity of your orgasm, losing balance and falling forward. eren smirks and smacks your ass one last time before moving from below you, sitting on his knees behind you and pushing your back down to fix your arch, turning your head to face him, fucked out face staring at him like he was crazy for putting his dick back inside you. you already feel so sore. 

eren arches his brow. “oh, you thought i was done?” 

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[sinnamorolly]

plug!ony hcs

as you wish anon😩🫴🏾

ony is definitely the rich plug. the type of to always be in a nice ass car and dont give a fuck abt people being in his business fr.

always wearing his signature pearly white smile with a couple teeth covered in gold. his ears and neck always donning diamonds that compliment the tattoos running up his neck too well.

he don’t usually invite customers into his car but he always pulls up and nods for you to get in whenever you order.

he never rly charged you for anything at all, although when you were a new customer you insisted on paying him (that didnt last long LMFAO)

you dont rly remember how these sessions started, but you just started spending more and more time in his car until you were placing orders just to see him. you would always make sure that you were looking all pretty and wearing a cute top that sat your breasts up real nice.

ony on the other hand could tell you the exact outfit you wore the first day you placed an order down to the socks. his ass was shell shocked to say the least!

will usually roll for you (and pearl tf outta that bitch may i add) and smoke with you while some RnB plays. you’ll usually tell him abt your day or your plans for the night. once ur done and ready to leave you throw your arms around him and kiss his cheek before pulling back to bat your lashes and say “goodnight ony” to which he replies “night baby” (safe to say you were going around SCREAMING my man after the first time he said that)

he ends up really becoming ur man once he paints that pretty face of yours in the back of his lambo. he was alr planning on asking u to be his girl, but you bet him to smoke you out and one thing inevitably led to another. maybe it was the way you throated every inch or the way you sucked on his balls like they were your favorite candy. but he definitely came back the next day with your favorite flowers, food, and a gold necklace with “ony” on it.

BONUS: shotgunning w this man is so sexy. he would put you square in his lap before grabbing your neck and blowing his smoke into your mouth. he’ll give you a light peck before trailing kisses along your neck to leave some big ass marks in case any niggas miss the necklace💀

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[akicult]

i need a part 2 of in between us.😭 so good

OUR LITTLE SECRET | e. yeager

ft: eren yeager

w.c: 7.5k

summary: you’re back in town from college for the holidays, and the last thing you expected to do while you were at home was your brothers best friend.

content warning: afab!reader, nsfw (minors dni!), brothers bsf!eren, reader is armin’s sister, modern au—college, first kiss, first time (no virginity loss), lots of kissing, gentle biting, oral (f recieving), cum eating if u squint, lowkey vanilla sex but idgaf!!!🤭not proof read.

just between us <-

a/n: i didn’t rly expect people to like that so much, but i got a few asks like this. so here you go!!!!! this also ended up being wayyy longer then i expected. sorry 😭😭

there were a lot of things you didn’t expect you’d do this year.

most of them were pretty normal. you got into a really good college, and moved across the country from your hometown. you got into a relationship with a really nice guy that was sweet, treated you well, went to college with you. you didn’t necessarily love him, but you liked him a lot. you weren’t with him long enough to fall in love, but you were with him long enough to be upset when he dumped you.

so, much like any other person who just got dumped, you searched for things to help you get over him. such as getting a tattoo, a new piercing, dying your hair, and definitely not finding yourself naked and sweaty under your bedsheets with your older brothers best friend.

you could try to blame it on alcohol, but you were sober. completely, stone-cold sober.

the evening started tame. for you, at least. you didn’t choose not to drink, armin practically demanded you didn’t. maybe it was for the best too, considering you get pretty sloppy when you’re drunk and you didn’t necessarily want to start off the new year with vomit all over your chest. so you laid off.

you sat on the couch, leg crossed over the other and tried your best to conceal your sorrow behind the red solo cup—filled with sprite of course. you thought you were doing well until your lifelong friend dropped down next to you. it was clear he had a bit to drink, but he wasn’t drunk.

you spoke to him dryly, not really in the mood to hear one of his jokes about how “your ex was doing the right thing,” as you explained the story of which made you sulk. and to your surprise, he didn’t make any jokes. in fact—he looked a little confused. sympathetic, even. he gave you a nice pep talk, and that was it.

you got off the couch a little happier, a little more confident, and way more comfortable. he stayed behind, chatting to one of his friends that came to say hello, and that really was it.

until midnight.

“wanna be my new years kiss?“

your turn your head to the voice that was different from the others chanting the countdown. he stood behind you, long-ish hair tied messily into a half bun, and smirk—along with a faint smile—plastered on his face.

you could sit there and weigh your options. you could shake your head and say no, and you could scold him for asking such a thing—but frankly, you didn’t care.

“sure, why the hell not?“ you shrug. the countdown erupted into loud cheers, people screaming a joyful ‘happy new year!’ all around you when you find yourself pulling into him. you allow his hands to wrap around your waist in a way they never have. you allow your chest to press against his, and your hand wrap around the back of his neck. and you allow yourself to break the space that has separated you from him your whole life.

his lips were skilled, despite the fact that they’ve only been put to work a handful of times. his hands were delicate and burning against your back, and you found yourself eager to kiss him longer.

you could snap yourself back into reality. you could break away from him after the one kiss, give him a smile and go on your merry way. you could think about how armin would feel if he saw you right now. if you really wanted to, you could.

eren’s the first to break away—though he didn’t really want to—and he opens his eyes to look at you. his thumbs swirled into the fabric of your dress, pinching the cloth with it.

you breathe, almost like you haven’t before, keeping your eyes glued with no desire to separate the contact as you look at him. what the hell did you just do, and why the hell did it feel so good?

“uh…yeah, happy new year.” you swallow, pulling a small smile on your lips and letting a light chuckle escape.

he removes his hands off of you, a small nervous laugh breaking through and he rubs the back of his neck. “y-yeah. happy new year, i guess.” he licks his lips, almost like he was trying to taste you off of them again. or maybe like he was trying to chase after the sensation—either way he wanted yours again.

you were nudged a tad when someone brushed past you, yelling what everyone else was yelling at 12:00am on new year’s day. other people around you were kissing, other people around you were hugging, and other people around you were saying the same exact things—so why was it so weird between you and eren now? oh, yeah, because he wasn’t just some random guy that asked to kiss you during midnight. you know him, and now you know what his lips taste like.

“i should um,” you clear your throat and point by using your thumb behind you, “find armin. wish him a happy new year, y’know.”

he watches your gaze flicker around him, and he assumed you were trying to look for the blonde in the crowd of people. “yeah- yeah. i should probably do the same.” he nods his head slowly—a little awkwardly too—and digs his teeth into his plump lower lip.

you both said you should walk away, but neither of you moved. it wasn’t like the crowd was stopping you, so why didn’t you move? well, the answer was pretty obvious.

you both surge forward on instinct, almost like you could read each other’s mind. his hands fly to your hair, threading his fingers into your scalp to desperately tangle himself around you. your hand places itself against his neck, and you have to promise yourself to not drop on weak knees as he kissed you.

you didn’t want to be standing in a crowd of people anymore. you were becoming annoyed by everyone around you, people nudging into you and people screaming all around you. you wanted to be alone, with him, somewhere quiet and private. somewhere like—

“my room,” you whisper, pulling apart just to speak and your warm breath hit his lips. he didn’t hear you, but he was pretty sure he understood what you were trying to say when you usher him towards the stairs.

his body grows hot at the sheer realization of where he found himself—metaphorically and literally.

he’s been in your room plenty of times, but only to ever pop in and poke fun at your posters and room decor. he definitely never thought he’d be pressing you up against your bedroom door, lips long gone from yours and stamping all over your burning hot throat. you tilted your head back, mouth open to pant freely while your hand felt around the wooden door for the lock.

“eren,” you breathe, and he can only hum in response. “eren wait,” your voice becomes a little clearer and he forces himself away from your neck as your hand presses against his chest.

he’s quick to make eye contact with you. he thinks you might tell him that this is wrong, and you might be right. he knows he shouldn’t be kissing you like this, trying to mark you in your childhood bedroom which was directly next to his best friends, but he doesn’t want to stop. he wants to live off of the foggy brain you were giving him for the rest of his life, he doesn’t want to think about the consequences. he would though, if it meant you were uncomfortable.

“how much have you had to drink?” you ask, eyes on his as your fingers twirl around the drawstring of his sweatshirt.

“i had a beer earlier. like, an hour ago?” he states a little confusingly. you furrow your brows and blink up at him.

“are you drunk? if i made you walk in a straight line right now, would you-“

“i would nail it. i don’t get drunk easily, sweetheart.” he raises his eyebrows with a confident smirk, and you let out a scoff.

“we both know that’s not true. remember your 17th birthday par-“

“that’s when i was 17. a lot has changed since then.” he chuckles and you don’t miss the small innuendo, regarding the situation. your tongue slides against the inside of your cheek, debating whether or not you should continue with the brunette using a half conscious mind. and maybe if you wanted the responsible answer, you would’ve asked him 10 minutes earlier.

“okay.” you mutter out in a breath, and reattach your lips to his. he made your stomach churn at each movement. his hands in your hair, your stomach bubbled. his hands on your waist, butterflies. he was making you desperate for more, and you hadn’t felt that in a long time.

“bed,” you pull away just to mutter. he acted quickly, very quickly, sliding his hands down your body and pulling you against him as he stepped backwards.

he twists you around when he stopped in front of your bed, scooping his arm underneath you to allow the descent into the mattress to be smooth. and so he wouldn’t have to pull away. his fingers feather their way down your body, feeling your curves as he goes.

you bend your knee against his hip, and he feels like he has to fight a moan from tearing out of his throat. he presses against you, and it became distinctly aware that he was getting hard.

“do you want to do this?” you ask, pulling away from him by tilting your head up. his breath ghosts your neck, warm and desperate while his eyes find yours. he searches for any sign that that you wanted to stop, trying to note if he heard your voice falter or your eyes glance away.

“do you?” he counters.

you didn’t give it any thought, but even if you did, you would’ve gotten the same answer. “yes.”

he didn’t even try to hide the smile that pulled on his lips. “me too.” and he brings himself forward, softly nipping at your hot skin.

you tighten your forearms around his neck, raising yourself into his touch and thoroughly enjoying the way he would bite on the skin of your throat, then cool the sensation with the rough of his tongue. your breaths quicken, and he loved it. he grew harder at each little reaction you’d make. each little twitch, and pant. the way you’d bite your lip to cover any moan or whimper you were fighting to suppress.

he’s never even considered the possibly of himself in this situation with you before. growing up, he’s always found you pretty, but that was masked by the one undermining thing that has constantly separated the two of you. he’s thought about you in a compromising way before, shamefully enough. he wasn’t proud of it, considering he’s known you his whole life, and after he thought about you like that he couldn’t speak to you for a two whole weeks.

but now, all he could do was picture where this night was going to go—and how far you both were willing to let it.

your fingers fumble with the hem of his sweatshirt, bunching it up in a desperate attempt to tell him to rip it off. he smiles, you could feel his lips pulling back from the spot on your neck. he gives you a small kiss before he leans away, and swiftly tosses his sweatshirt over his head to throw it on the floor somewhere.

you watch as each divot in his deliciously lean frame reveals itself to you. eren couldn’t deny the confidence he was gaining from your eyes, lidded and lingering on his chest before he leans back over you. he presses kisses against your jaw, dotting them closer to your ear.

“just how far are you willing to go? with me? right now?” eren asks in a whisper, planting a kiss underneath your ear and then to your pulse point. you run your hands up his smooth chest, and almost melt at his silky voice in your ear. your bones could turn into putty at any moment, you were sure of it.

you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and apply little pressure to his shoulders which made him lift himself a bit. he leans over you, green irises twinkling as they lock into yours. his hair was messy, dark strands falling from the bun and framing his face just over you.

“i don’t want to just make out with you for twenty minutes and then send you back downstairs,” you explain lightly, “i want to have sex with you.”

you were positive you did when you stepped foot into your room, but you didn’t expect to actually say the words out loud. both of you looked at each other, a little wide eyed with shock at the confession.

though eren couldn’t be happier you didn’t leave it for him to spell it out. it only made him twitch in his sweats at your honesty, and he chuckles. “we can’t tell anyone,” he drops his head once again—this time his lips found your collarbone. you raise your head on instinct, giving him as much room as he needed to work on you.

“our little secret.” you whisper back. he lets out a low groan, the vibrations of his voice on your skin making you smirk. he was easy to get a reaction out of, and you liked that. all of the other guys you’ve been with were so dead-set on their own silence, sex with them almost made you uncomfortable. you’ve hardly done anything except for making out, and eren was already acting like a pent-up teenager.

it was flattering.

the heat of his fingers slide over your bare thighs, rubbing up and down and each time getting progressively closer. you were starting to get needy, lifting your hips into him and threading your fingers through his loose hair.

his hands trap underneath your dress, fingers hooking your underwear and but not moving any further. you notice his lips pressing just above your cleavage, only to stop so he can whisper into your skin. “can i?”

you nod, ignoring his eyes that burn into yours and give your hips a little shake to silently announce you need him to go further. “yes, please.” you whine, and eren damn near moaned just at your reaction. he gently bit down on the top of your breast, hearing you suppress yet another moan and swing your head back against your pillows.

he eagerly pushes your dress up, getting annoyed it was in his way and let’s the material ravel high up on your stomach. his eyes fall to your underwear. he could tell by the material that it wasn’t some kind of special underwear to you. it wasn’t lacy or skimpy, just regular cotton for comfort—though eren couldn’t find himself giving a single fuck over what underwear you chose to wear. he kisses his way down your chest, ignoring the part of your body that was covered by the dress until he reaches the top of your stomach. he plants a soft kiss, then he slowly starts to nibble his way down.

your stomach aches at the sensation, and you could feel your cunt fluttering harder as he got closer.

his fingers tuck underneath the cotton once again, and he tugs lightly on your underwear. “lift your hips,” he quietly directs, and you obey without a second thought, lifting yourself a bit so he could slide your underwear down your legs. he pulls his lips away from your skin just before doing so, his eyes trained on watching your underwear peel from your soft cunt, and the low groan he lets out makes you squeeze your thighs together.

he looks up at you, desperately wanting you to look over at him but you hid your face, cheeks burning hot from his eyes.

you wanted nothing more then to feel his mouth on you, doing whatever he possibly could to please you, but the undeniable heat and prickle of insecurities was overwhelming.

“look at me,” he speaks lowly, securing himself between your thighs.

you quietly whine. “no. s’embarassing.” you mumble, words slurring when you bring your hands up to hide your face even better.

eren’s eyebrows furrow, pout molding onto his cheeks. he couldn’t believe what you were saying, because what could possibly make you so insecure right now. he’s seen you in different ways his whole life. he’s seen you when you were sick, he’s seen you that one time you got gum in your hair, and he’s seen you when you got stung on the cheek by a bee—but this is what was embarrassing? he couldn’t wrap his head around it since, in his eyes, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look more beautiful in your entire life.

he places a quick kiss right underneath your belly button, before he makes his way up your body. he uses his strong arms to get a nice hold on your waist, and pushes you further up on the bed. you gasp at the sudden movement, dropping your hands to look at him. you watch as he reaches for one of your many pillows on the bed, and swings it over you. you allow him to place it between your back and the headboard, watching him with nervous eyes until you finally got what he was doing.

he gives you a soft look, one that was also drowning in lust and captures your lips in his for one, long kiss that reminds you of when his lips first connected to yours. it leaves your mind fuzzy, maybe even a little lightheaded when he pulls back.

“you’re gonna watch me, okay?” he makes himself comfortable between your closed legs again, keeping his gaze solid on yours to make sure you were listening.

he watches as you slowly nod your head, and god all he wants to do is see your sweet eyes roll back, and all he wants to hear is you finally letting out a moan. he needs to hear it.

he looks down at the space between your thighs that you were currently hiding. he places his hands on your knees, slowly separating your thighs and you let him, but only grow hotter as the cold circulation in your room breezed your newly bare skin. you watch him closely, examining his face for any sign of disgust or displeasure. he wraps his arms around your thighs, using them to spread you wider.

he could almost cum just from the sight of your cunt, wet and sticky and throbbing. he watches as your hole closes around nothing, and his cock twitches in his sweats. your thighs were shiny and sticky from your own slick, pussy glistening in the very low light of your room and he groans. “fuck, you’re so hot.” he whispers. he knows it wasn’t a romantic thing to say, but then again his brain was starting to go on autopilot and he let the words slip out of his lips.

you only grow hotter at his words, fighting a whimper behind your lips as your teeth pinch against the lower. he tugs you down just a bit, pulling you into him while making sure you were still propped so you could watch him easily. he locks eyes with you, and you fight the urge to look away when he leans down. his teeth bite down on the fat of your thigh, only to then cool the sting with, once again, his tongue. he repeats the action on your other thigh, this time cooling it with a kiss.

“don’t be shy, no one can hear us from in here.” he whispers, and your breath hitches as his brushes against the bud of your clit. as soon as the words left his mouth, he finally surges forward. his tongue slides between your folds, slow yet impatient, all the way up your cunt until his lips wrap directly around your clit.

“oh—fuck!” you gasp, your hands quickly searching for your blankets to squeeze into your fist. your back separates from your pillows, arching closer to him and you pulse as he repeats the action.

he never removes his gaze from yours, loving how you struggle to look at him—even to keep your eyes open for that matter—as he secures his tongue against your clit.

your hips rock into his mouth absentmindedly, chasing the feeling desperately and letting hot pants and quiet whines gush from your mouth. your knuckles turn white from the grip you have on the sheets.

his tongue worked sloppily on your cunt, lewd squelching masked by the sounds of your quick breaths and whines in pleasure.

“eren—ugh,” you finally moan, and suddenly eren never wants to his name in any other way then this. your stomach curls, and you finally give up keeping your eyes open as you tip your head back. he couldn’t even stop himself, letting out a low moan of his own just upon hearing you, and that vibration alone making you writhe against his jaw. you suck in a breath, not even caring that your dress was starting to stick to your skin due to sweat, and go breathless under his tongue.

he tightens his grip around your legs, strong biceps keeping you stable so he could work on your pussy without you squirming away. he relished in the sight of you arching your back, eyes screwed shut and mouth locked in a silent scream. your breath shakes when you exhale, dropping your head and fighting your energy to open your still-lidded eyes to peer down at him. your hand finds his hair, combing your fingers through it to push the messy strands away from his face so you could look at him better, and that made eren tighten in his slacks.

“you look—“ you pause, interrupted by a quiet moan when his tongue flicks against your clit, “—pretty like this.”

the compliment doesn’t just go straight to his head, but it tugs his stomach and heart tight. his thick lashes covered his green eyes from being completely visible, but you could still see the way they darken.

“yeah?” he mutters, not trying hard enough to pull away to make the word clearer. plus he liked the way you squirmed when he spoke against your clit, and the way you gripped the back of his hair a little tighter made him swipe his tongue up your folds once again. “then you should see what you look like,” he briefly parts from your pussy just to speak, though not moving far as his lips brushed against your slick and his breath fanned your hole.

you wished you could feel him do this all day, because he was all too good at it. every other time a man has tried to do this to you, it never ended well. it always ended with you either faking it, or pretending like you were too eager to be fucked. you’ve never once came from this sensation.

but you could imagine this is what the buildup feels like. the longer he swirls his tongue and sucks on your clit like a goddamn pacifier, you start to feel the sensation other girls describe when this happens to them. the way your stomach clenched and your head dazes, you start to realize it might just happen to you.

“fuck, eren—“ you gasp in such a lewd way eren finds himself drunk on such a sound, “‘m close. so so s’close.” you moan. your hand that was kept to sweep his hair was subconsciously pressing against the back of his head. you didn’t even realize, but eren did and that made him all the more eager to continue.

he didn’t speed up, he didn’t stop, he didn’t change anything as he watched you pant and gasp and claw at your bedsheets like you were being exorcized. he was sure the way your nails dug into his scalp was going to hurt later, but that was the last thing on his mind. he was sure that he would enjoy the pain.

“oh— i’m cumming, fuck eren—“ your words slur as you lift yourself into him and press him closer to you. your body was tense, up until you finally reach an orgasm that had you seeing stars. your entire body relaxes, and eren slows down only to coax you through your orgasm. your head was knocked back, face pinched and mouth open with nothing but a slew of moans and heated breaths escaping into the air.

your hand pushes his hair back again, still unable to lift your head and make eye contact with the brunette due to lack of energy, until he finally stops—but not before placing a wet kiss against your clit. your thighs twitch, and the loss of contact makes you whimper.

“such a good job,” he whispers, allowing you to breathe as he brings himself up your body. his lips and chin were soaked with your slick, and neither you nor him cared as he pressed soft kisses to your sticky collarbone and neck.

you swore that when you opened your eyes, you’d see the pearly white gates of heaven. he might as well have just killed you, right then and there, and frankly—you’d be fine with it. what a way to go.

“kiss me.” you hum, forcing yourself to lift your head and look at him. he smiles, not wasting a second to make your wish come true. he slides his hand to cup your cheek, letting you do the same and you pull him into you. his lips are soaked—the cause being you or his own saliva, either way you moan as his mouth captures yours. you press your knees against his hips, caging him closer.

“needy,” he moans through the kiss, and you don’t even try to deny because it’s painfully obvious.

you smirk into the kiss, just before gently biting down on his lip and tugging just lightly. his airy laugh hit your chin, and you smile. you could taste yourself on him. to you, it wasn’t much, but to him—he didn’t think he ever wanted to taste something else ever again. he was starting to get addicted.

your hips rock into his clothed length that twitched in his pants. he was rock hard, the feeling pressing against your clit and just maybe, if you were paying more attention, you could tell that he was pressing himself into you.

“quit teasing,” you whine, not even bothering to stop yourself as you both rock into each other. he smirks, shaking his head.

“as if you’re so innocent,” he counters, and you fight—and fail—the smirk on your cheeks.

you press your hand against his chest, pushing him up a little and loosening your knees from around his hips. he watches you, pulling away with only a slight confused look that quickly disappears when you reach down to the silky fabric of your dress. you slip it over your head by yourself, tossing it somewhere in your room where you’d find later.

your breasts bounced in the bra you wore—this one lacy—and suddenly eren felt like a preteen again, practically drooling over the way your breasts pressed against the cups of your bra. you liked his eyes on you, and you would’ve appreciated them more if you weren’t ridiculously horny.

“pants,” you mutter, reaching forward to press your hand on his sweats. his eyes widen when he realizes what you meant, and he goes to sit up quickly—almost scrambling.

he sloppily slid his pants down his legs, kicking his feet when they bunched up at his ankles in hopes that they would fling off. you sat up straight, watching him and failing to suppress a laugh as he did so. it was easily one of the most unsexiest things you’ve seen him do, but neither of you cared. at least his pants were gone. all that was left was your bra, and his boxers.

he positions himself over you again, cupping your cheek to kiss you like you were just doing moments ago. you invite his lips happily, eager to feel them press against your skin almost as much as he was eager to do the honors.

you lean forward to cup your hand around his clothed cock, feeling how hard it was. you hide your shock behind the kiss, fingers feeling around subtly while you lightly palm his hard on. he groans, low and in your mouth.

“you’re gonna drive me crazy, i swear,” he whispers hushed against you, and you chuckle at his words. you took it as a compliment, feeling him twitch just before you reach your hand into his boxers. he stirs a little, pushing very slightly into your hand as another low groan tears through his throat and into your mouth.

he pulls away to breathe, unable to kiss you again and this time it’s your turn to relish in his facial expression. you watch his eyebrows pinch, lips parting to pant.

“fuck,” he hums, “as much as i love this, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up…”

you slide your tongue across your teeth, wicked smile plastered on your lips. “what’s wrong with that?” you tease.

he groans, shaking his head and lidding his eyes to look at you as you continued to palm him slowly. “there’s no way i’m cumming without actually fucking you.”

he said it like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life, and he may as well have. if he knew you were going to be this good, taste that good, he would’ve taken this opportunity years ago.

he bites his lip, suppressing a whimper when you tease him for just a second longer, then sliding your thumb over the tip of his cock to collect the little bit of pre-cum that hadn’t yet dripped into his boxers. he watches as you pull your hand away from his shaft.

you part your lips just slightly, gaze piercing into his, and bring your thumb up to your lips.

the way your seductive lips wrap around your thumb, and the way your tongue darts out of your mouth to taste the bitterness of him. it wasn’t great, but it was eren, so you couldn’t care less. his eyes were trained on the plump pink of your lips, watching them squeeze around your finger and very slowly pull away. he stirs and his length throbs at the sight, desperately wishing that was his cock but—another time. he was all too eager to feel what it was like to be inside of you.

“scratch that, you are driving me crazy.” he corrects his earlier statement, ignoring the fog wafting around in his brain and just focusing on how attractive the laugh you let out was.

he leans in to kiss you again, and he finds himself realizing he’s never kissed a single hookup as much as he’s kissed you. hell, he doesn’t even think he’s kissed someone he’s actually dated as much as he was kissing you. it was your fault, really. you were all much too fun to kiss.

he presses his chest against yours, silently guiding you down lower on your bed. you follow his movements, allowing yourself to press your back against the familiar mattress and once again, part your legs so he could fit between them.

you almost miss when he mutters something unintelligible against your mouth.

“what?” you ask, pulling away and looking up at him.

“condoms? where do you keep your condoms?” he blinks down at you, silently making note of how beautiful you look with your lips swollen and your face a little damp from sweat. especially how beautiful you look from this angle.

“bottom drawer, under my vibrator.” you answer, and he almost pauses at the thought—because that is a nice thought.

you don’t miss the small smirk that appears on his lips when he reaches over you, and sure enough, he opens the bottom drawer of your nightstand to find the small pink vibrator. and the condoms, but most importantly his eyes land on the vibrator.

“is it so strange to find out i masturbate?” you raise your eyebrows, almost teasingly. he lets out a quiet scoff, reaching a little lower to grab the condom underneath the dainty bullet, and sadly closes the drawer to leave it behind.

“definitely not strange. wouldn’t use that word.” he teases back, and your chest bounces as you chuckle, which only reminds him that he wants your bra off.

you seem to be thinking the same thing when you sit up. “want me to?” you raise your eyebrows, flicking your gaze from the condom wrapper to his eyes, signifying that you were more then happy to slide the rubber on for him. he chuckles, masking the moan he was suppressing. you were too giving, too eager to please him and that was making him stir.

he sucks on the inside of his cheek, dropping his eyes down to your cleavage and shaking his head. “can i take off your bra?” he asks, verbally ignoring your offer.

you straighten your posture, and reach your arms behind your back. he listens to the silent pop of your bra clasp, and watched the fabric fall loose on your shoulders. he took your answer as a no, considering you were doing it on your own so he ignores your question in return. your eyes fall to his hands, watching as he eagerly, yet skillfully slid his boxers off of his legs and this time—they dropped on the floor instead of him flailing to kick them off.

his cock was thick, and as it slung from his boxers, it was significantly bigger then you expected.

he would’ve noticed you suck in a small breath had he not been focused on your now completely naked body, one he had never seen, and one he felt he had the absolute honor of seeing, laid out before him. you toss your bra onto the floor next to your bed.

you were both occupied looking at each other’s newly revealed bodies, both of you think the same thing—is this really happening?

you didn’t think about the consequences from when you kissed him, and now was a poor time to start. you reach for the condom in his hand, being the first to break the silence.

he lets out a tiny annoyed groan. “you were taking too long.” you tease, pinching your fingers around the material and tearing the top of the wrapper off. you reach forward, pulling him closer to you from his shoulder, and you snake your fingers around to the back of his neck. your single hand skillfully pulled the condom out of the wrapper, and tossed the wrapper somewhere to your side where you’d find later. “you don’t let me touch you.” he doesn’t miss the small whine in your voice.

“it’s not that i’m not letting you. you’re just gonna make me cum faster then i want t- ahh…” he explains simply, before your soft hand wraps around his cock teasingly. you smirk, watching his eyes pinch shut and jaw fall slack as your hand slowly slides up his shaft, dragging the rubber along with it.

“yeah? you have a history of cumming fast?” you ask, voice seductive and eyebrows raised.

“n-no,” he stutters. “never fucked you before though, so…”

you smile, pleased by his words and you finally reach the base of his cock. you lean up to plant a kiss on his temple, and his heart swells.

what are you doing to him?

he wraps his hand around your breast, squeezing it lightly and gently trapping your hardening bud around his thumb and pointer finger. you arch into the feeling, tongue darting out to lick your lips. eren’s face was flushed. your skin was so soft, especially your breasts. he cups his hand around the both of them, squeezing him together all the while starting to align himself over you.

“tell me if you want me to stop at any point, okay,” he whispers quietly. you nod, fluttering your eyes. he presses his other hand against your thigh, making you spread your legs a little further to give him more room. his sight was glued to where your bodies were just centimeters away from meeting. the tip of his cock ghosts over your clit for just a moment, making your entire body twitch at the contact.

“okay, deep breath,” he very carefully presses his tip to your entrance, and once he was sure he was in the right spot, he immediately brings his gaze up to your face. he watches as you inhale sharply, and he uses that opportunity to very slowly push himself in.

“fuck—“ you curse, voice pitched and eyes screwing shut, immediately dropping your head against your pillows. he leans over you, hand rubbing small circles on your shoulder blade the same moment he lets out a low groan.

“oh god,” he moans. you desperately claw at his back, breaking your slow and steady breaths into pants.

“slow, go slow,” you whimper, not-so-silently pleading for a chance to settle into the feeling of him so far. he doesn’t move, in fact he’s been still for a moment now, letting both you and him settle into the foreign feeling of being literally around each other.

he nods, slowly pushing himself further inside of you and opening his eyes just in time to see you gasp.

he was big. bigger then you’ve ever taken, and probably bigger then you ever will. he stretched you out nicely, despite not even being fully inside yet. you swallow thick, fingers reaching to grip your poor bedsheets once again.

“are you okay? does it hurt?” he asks, pausing between to take a deep breath. he stops, when he’s about halfway to check in on you, watching your face relax once he stills himself.

“no no,“ you shake your head. “feels good. keep going, ‘ren.”

the nickname doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he may have gotten a little too excited when he pushed himself inside of you, quicker then before. you seethe at the feeling, teeth clenching around nothing and jaw tightening. your fingers dig into your mattress, probably willing to rip the thin material of your sheets if your nails were sharp enough.

“you’re so…fucking tight…” he groans. his own nails dig into the plush of your hips, probably hard enough to create small bruises though both of your mindsets were much too focused on the more important task at hand to even pay attention to it.

you moan at his words, and his length, arching your back into the air.

he hurt, but it wasn’t an unbearable pain. it was a welcomed one. you’ve had just a little less experience then him, and even with that you’ve never felt this full. he wasn’t even completely inside of you and you were already starting to blank.

eren watches your chest bounce as you arch, your breasts swinging just below him and he could drool at the sight.

he’d be lying if he said he’d never looked at your cleavage before. you always wore low cut shirts or tank-tops, and he wasn’t saying that it was right of him to stare, but he did it anyway. it was like a dream came true being able to see them without being covered.

“more,” you hiss eagerly.

he watches you, the sight one that could make him spurt. he holds onto you tight, slowly pushing himself into you until he bottoms out with a sigh. he feels you clench around him, a small “fuck,” spilling from your vocabulary that made him nod his head.

he stayed still for a moment, not just letting you settle into the new feeling, but also him. you were clenched around him, so tight he might suffocate.

“s’wet, god—don’t even need lube,” he pants, pushing his words instead of letting them trap in his throat.

you could hardly hear him, your heart pounding in your ears and all you could think was about how deep he was hitting you. your hands scramble, to wrap around his neck loosely, your eyes stayed clenched to the point where you might get a headache.

you don’t even try to mumble, because he already knew what you were about to ask. he leans down, sliding his hand up your curves and squeezing your skin as he goes until he drives his hand to hold him up the best he could next to your head. his lips capture yours, hot and heavy, desperate and needy. he didn’t know how many times you’ve kissed tonight, but he did know that this one was his favorite.

your chest rises into his as you breathe, lips molding into his in a way that already felt so familiar. eren wasn’t even a fan of kissing all that much, but he was starting to second guess himself after feeling how electric they can make you feel.

“gonna move now. okay? s’that okay?” he pants breathlessly against your lips. you nod rapidly, a needy whimper taking place instead of words.

he slowly pulls out, and you both exhale into each other. you find yourself chasing the feeling, unable to move far as eren kept you still.

when he pushes back in, this time fully, you both seethe. your nails dig into his shoulder blades, sure enough to make little crescent divots that eren would be happy to find later.

“so big,” you babble, and usually whenever you say that you’re just being nice. this time you could barely control the words that came out of your mouth, and each time his cock kissed your cervix, you twitch under his weight.

it’s not that eren doesn’t know he is—because he knows—but hearing you say it sends a surge of heat through his body and all he can think is how tight you’re squeezing around him, and how he never wants to feel anything other then your cervix against his tip.

he rocks his hips against you at an easy pace, pulling out slowly and pushing back in quicker. he kept his eyes on you, watching your face as it scrunches and relaxes after every smooth thrust.

“faster, ‘ren, please just go faster.” you plead, voice practically annoyed and eren couldn’t help but chuckle.

he picks up his pace, and your jaw goes slack. your nails dig into his shoulders deeper, squeezing his muscle tightly in your hand while your eyes clenched so hard you knew that when you’d open them you’d see little white dots. “fuck, fuck!” your voice is pitched, drawling out word. “feels s’good, yeah. just like tha-ahh, right there!”

you sound utterly pornographic, and eren wants to scold himself for never initiating this faster. oh how he regrets the past 21 years of his life, choosing to hangout with his annoying blonde friend over his smoking hot, completely addicting little sister. he doesn’t even notice the headboard banging against the wall, and you don’t either. the party was too loud so it was unlikely other people heard, but then again you had no idea what time it was.

you didn’t bother to check, nor care, as your brain was short circuiting. you couldn’t think of anything other then the brunette over you and his thick, delicious cock that bullied into you at a pace that had you fucking choking.

“what’re you doing to me, god. fuck…y/n,” he drops his head to bury into your neck, nuzzling himself between your sweaty shoulder. his voice was a lazy mumble, almost a whisper and it brushed into your ear. you shamelessly moan, wrapping your arms around him to keep him close.

“feel s’good. you feel so fucking good, eren,” you whimper, breath hot and fanning his hair.

eren could feel the buildup, and he cursed himself. there was no way he was going to cum before you. he knew he’d get too sensitive, unable to continue but he had to hear you slew out moans and whines again, he had to feel you clench around him rapidly as you cum for a second time.

he slides his hand between your bodies, placing his hand flat on your pelvis and presses his thumb to your clit, deciding to bully that part of you too. your legs twitch, and he could feel the effect that had on you.

“ohh,” your breaths grow quicker, and you think you might just pass out from the added sensation.

your stomach was starting to bubble for the second time tonight, the familiar feeling was quick to pick up your heart rate. you suck in a breath, holding it in your throat until the next moan shredded it into pieces. you felt the gentle nip of eren’s teeth on your skin, and almost sob from the feeling. you appreciated how he started off slow, and loved how he was starting to not care about your sensitivity.

his thumb moves on its own, rubbing quick and agonizing circles around the sensitive bud and by each round you twitch. “eren,” you breath, voice hardly audible and he may have missed it if your breath wasn’t next to his ear.

“close, ‘m close,” he interrupts, confessing on his own and you squeeze around him to the point where he bites a little harder on your skin. you toss your head back, hair messy around your pillow all the while you nodded your head quickly.

“me too, ‘ren. gonna—fuck—gonna cum,” you swallow, hands scraping his back hard and to the point where if you might as well start drawing blood. you didn’t notice though, and if you did you’d stop—which was the last thing eren wanted you to do.

he almost doesn’t want to reach his high, much like you. he wants to bury himself inside of you forever, hearing and feeling your quick breaths against his ear for the rest of his life. he wants to always feel your nails brutally marking him, and he wants to see the aftermath. he wants to bite and suck on your skin, watching his own marks darken while you beg and whine his name over and over again until it was all you knew.

he could tell you were seconds away, which gave him the security to come undone himself. you tense, until your body relaxes underneath him. you cum with a loud moan, one that made him delirious enough to collapse on top of you, his hot breath hitting the divot between your shoulder and neck. your fingers stop scraping against him, instead now rubbing lightly over his skin and he thinks that might be your equivalent to his cooling kisses. you feel him twitch inside of you, his hand also disconnecting from your overly sensitive clit, and you squeeze on instinct.

he hissed from his own sensitivity, using the last bit of his energy to slowly pull out of you which makes you both wince. “you’re addicting.” he mumbles, and feels your laugh brush against his ear.

“yeah?”

he lifts himself up enough to make eye contact with you. your eyes were lidded—you looked sleepy. “yeah.”

you only let out a quiet hum in response, small smile tugging at the corners of your lips just in time for your lids to drop. you didn’t have enough time to think about what big consequences were going to come after this, or how impossibly hard it was going to be facing eren—even your brother—after this. post-orgasmic bliss was enough to make you forget about the party downstairs, and the responsibilities to carry after it.

ft me not knowing what kind of clothes men wear so i wrote him in sweats lmfao

#: ̗̀➛ — drabbles <3 #aot snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot eren #aot eren drabbles #mikalxv #aot eren yeager #mikalxv —eren yeager #aot eren jaeger #aot eren yeager x you #aot eren jaeger x you #aot eren yeager x reader #aot eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot brothers best friend eren #aot smut #aot eren smut #aot eren yeager smut #aot eren jaeger smut #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Eren Yeager (30th March)

Attack On Titan

#attack on titan #aot #aot eren #eren aot #aot eren yeager #aot eren jaeger #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk eren #eren snk #snk eren jeager #snk eren yeager #snk eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren jaeger #fictional birthday #march #march 30th

[fairly-pink]

This song w/ plug!connie & eren😭😙

#attack on titan #aot #eren yeager #connie springer #connie #aot eren #aot eren yeager #aot connie #plug!eren #plug!connie #Spotify

[lovelywetdreamer]

Eren wokes up from his nightmare about dying. You swept his tears aways and let him rest on your chest. You both have your future ahead. Haha a head lol, sorry just saw the last episode and love making jokes and puns to ease my pain.

#aot eren #aot #eren x reader #aot eren yeager #aot last episode #happy ending

[levmada]

⬇️

#hims song :3 #eren yeager #eren aot #eren jaeger #snk eren #aot eren #aot eren jaeger #aot eren yeager #aot meme #anime meme #snk eren jaeger #attack on titan eren #song lyrics #knocked loose #eren.thoughts

[ransprang]

hi babes!! May I request sfw poly! EreMika x south Asian reader headcanons~ 👀 if not poly just those two separately will do <3

Poly! EreMika x South Asian! Reader - SFW

They come to eat daal bhaat at your home frequently as they are sick of the potatoes.

You them dress up in South Asian traditional clothing and teach them bollywood choreography. Jean and Armin are amazed and want to join in.

They try to understand your culture better, so you show them CID.

When anyone says anything racist towards you they throw hot sambal at their face (which they have conveniently stashed away in their pockets).

your daals,

admins san, sav & sar

#eremika #aot #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #eren x mikasa #snk #attack on titan #eren yeager #mikasa #snk eren #aot eren yeager #mikasa aot #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #snk mikasa #eren x reader #mikasa x reader

[ssnaruto]

The change is crazy

#aot eren yeager #aot #levi #armin aot #armin arlert #Jean

[levisaurora]

Eren Yeager!

#eren yeager #eren yaeger #eren jaeger #eren jeagar #eren jäger #aot art #aot fanart #aot fandom #attack on titan #attack on titan fanart #fanart #aot #aot eren #aot eren yeager #snk #snk edit #snk fanart #snk fandom #snk eren #love

[hellavile]

sour. eren yeager.

ଓ cw: .ᐟ fem!reader, hc format, baseball player!eren, eren loves a throat to f*ck before a game, filming, degradation, face slapping, manhandling, use of butt plug, feral reader who just loves her husband, black coded.

baseball player!eren who loves to fuck your face before starting his day. it gives him the biggest adrenaline rush. plus, he thinks it’s the prettiest you look when you’re down on your knees like a filthy little slut taking his cock down your throat so well. those eyes big as the moon, curled lashes doused with tears but you never blink them away, knowing he gets a kick out of it like the sadist he was. he likes to see the way spit drools down your chin the deeper you take him, gagging on it, moaning like a bitch in heat. it’s the best when you’re in front of a mirror and he’s sitting, bulky thighs spread as you sit prettily in between, your birthday gift from a while back, a cute little butt plug that read ‘daddy’s little slut’ an additional decoration for your puckering hole.

baseball player!eren who has an obsession with filming you any chance he got. zooming into the tall mirror that sat in the living room since you had such a dire issue to let him leave. . . your ass resting on the balls of your feet, bowing to your successful husband who makes you so proud. what really gets him fucked up is how you’ll lead the situation to happen to begin with. coming to him when he’s exiting a long, hot shower after practice for games, or before he’s even heading out the front door with a heavy black nike duffel bag in the same hand as his car keys and cellphone. giving you a long kiss on the lips before he’s gone for the day. not until you push him up against the door or the wall nearby and take what you want.

he’s always dressed in these tight fitted black shorts that stop mid-thigh, hugging the thick quadriceps, that tent in them giving the women he walks by a chance to stare. for the most part he’s always shirtless, especially when he’s just going for a run. chestnut hair tied up high, loose flyaways sticking to his sweaty forehead when he comes back an hour later and you can’t help but crave him. wanting to help relieve stress, pouting your glossy lips with your hands behind your back and your knees on the plush carpet as he leans back on the sofa. or when you want to cuddle him as soon as he weakly plops down onto the furniture and you rush to him after removing your apron, either tidying up the house or making dinner. laying your chin on his chest as you stare up at him, or even brushing at his hair with your fingers before innocently whispering ‘let me suck your dick’ or ‘fuck my face’.

baseball player!eren who never denies his wife’s greedy fixations for his dick in her pretty mouth. you do it so well. eren usually lets you rock out and do your thing first after agreeing with a simple shrug of his shoulders or just pulling his gym shorts or padded white baseball pants down with a stern face, no words spoken as you lower to your knees. spitting on his cock that stretched deliciously over your entire face, slightly curved to the left, practically dancing in your spot as you take him fully, tightening your lips as you bob your head and stroke both hands at once. he can never fully sit still for long, shifting his hips up to fuck into your mouth depending on his position. if he’s already up, he’s grabbing your head with his hands and fucking into your mouth, throwing his head back as he listens to you gulp down his cock, hitting the base of your throat.

baseball player!eren who praises you. tells you how you’re doin’ so well, baby. that throat of yours was made just for this dick, wasn’t it? he’ll groan through gritted teeth, sharp, vein painted hips twitching whenever he nears his orgasm, cupping the underside of your chin and rolling his hips, holding your nose to his abdomen for a few seconds to feel the way your throat tightened before backing up and letting you breathe.

pretty little whore. he gently smacks the side of your face with a wicked chuckle, canines showcasing, running his thumb over your lower lip to collect your saliva before shoving it back into your mouth. you suck, like always. you smile, like always. you moan and kiss his hand . . . like always. his wife was everything to him. his special girl. one time you were going out with your friends instead of heading to an after party with him for winning a championship . . . which he was mad about, by the way. you did your makeup really fucking well, glitter and all, to a point where he demanded to have you suck his dick, no questions asked. he took multiple photos, so proud and fond of you he sent it to the teams group chat, the caption being none other than ‘look at my pretty little slut. daddy’s favorite girl taking her favorite cock’.

you smacked him for it after, saying how you’ll never come to another game ever again, too embarrassed to show your face. eren assured you that they weren’t going to tease you about it, and he was right, or else he’d kill them. if anything, it made them more nervous around you, some of them shamelessly jerking off to the flicks unknown. reiner being one of them. you noticed when the cute blonde was unusually talkative to you afterward.

baseball player!eren who’s loud when he cums, like a fucking dog. growling and panting, spurting hard on your tongue in heavy amounts, fisting his cock to make sure you receive every last drop, telling you to swallow it now after smearing his leaking tip along the outline of your flushed lips, licking them and showing your tongue after. you were in love with his taste, a sour delicacy. eren grins proudly, grabbing you by your neck and pulling you up on your tiptoes as he roughly kisses you, never afraid to after you’ve had his dick in your mouth, grunting with his eyes closed, spanking your ass and preparing you for your reward. let’s just say oral is one thing you do best.

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

#eren yeager x you #eren yeager x y/n #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x black reader #eren yeager x reader #eren smut #aot eren yeager #eren yeager #snk eren #snk smut #aot drabble #aot smut #˖ ࣪ 🖇◞ 𝖆𝖗𝖙.

[sinnamorolly]

*.•^Baby Lemme Lick On Your Tattoos.^•.*

summary: you come home with onys name tatted🤭

reader warnings: black coded reader, smut, creampie, reader called “princess” and “baby”,reader calls ony “papa”, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: likes are very appreciated but pls also reblog! lmk how i did, my ask box is always open to all the sexy people reading this😛🫶🏾enjoy!!

“onyyyyy” you could only whine his name as he mercilessly fucked up into your almost sore and weeping pussy. your legs grew tired from riding him a while ago, and now you were hanging onto his shoulders for dear life while he rearranged your insides.

“cmon princess, you know what i want” you tried to lift up off him with a whine. you couldn’t help it, he just so big and he was making you take all of it! “nun un don’t fuckin run from it. walkin in here wit my name on you like i wont fuck you up for days” he says at your ear before biting the lobe. his hand snaked to the nape of your neck to place a firm grip while his arm wraps around your body to hold you still for his pounding.

“omygodddd why’re you fuckin me like this” you were slurring and on the verge of tears at this point, but you already knew exactly why.

it was over an hour and 2 rounds ago when you skipped into the apartment you share with your boyfriend of 5 years, onyankopon. you had texted him that you had a surprise so he immediately sat up from the couch when you came in. “my pretty princess” he says after you giddily greet him with a kiss, “whatchu got fa me hm?”. with a mischievous little smile you turn around and pull down the waist of your velvet tracksuit to reveal a small wrapped tattoo on your lower back that reads “ONY”.

“you like it papa?” you turn your head to see him sitting there with his lip between his teeth, a growing erection, and some big ass heart eyes. you’ve had every inch of his dick in you since.

“give it ta me pretty, lemme see that cream i love. yk i love it when you get messy fa me baby.” your pussy was already squelching so much from the previous loads of cum he stuffed in you and you could only imagine the sounds that would ensue after you came.

“m so close papa fuck” your whines we’re getting louder as that knot in your stomach got closer and closer to snapping. ony briefly pauses his thrusts to lean you back and move his hand to the front of your neck before picking his pace back up. “ohhh godd” you cry into the air as you grab onto his wrist. with every thrust, tears start springing from your now crossed eyes. the stretch, the sheer force of which he’s pounding into you, and the new angle allowing his to rub right against your sweet spot became all too much.

your mouth goes slack before letting out a pornographic moan as you come undone. you flood his dick with milky white cream that piles up at the base and drips to his balls. he fucks you straight through it before pulling down to take every inch and filling you up again.

your legs are still trembling when he lifts you off his dick and kisses you slowly. he pulls away only to see your pussy leaking cum back onto his softening dick. “think that’s enough ta make a baby, princess?”

“nigga get me a ring!”

All rights reserved to sinnamorolly, do not copy or alter in any way, shape, or form.

#*•.​Pen Game.•* #anime #writing #aot x you #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon smut #ony x black reader #onyankopon x reader #onyankapon #onyankopon snk #aot x y/n #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot smut #aot x black reader #anime and manga #aot eren yeager #attack on titan #attack on titan one shot #aot drabbles #aot fic #anime aesthetic #onyankopon fluff

[akicult]

JUST BETWEEN US | e. yeager

ft: eren yeager

summary: eren should’ve known better then to fall for his best friends sister, but he wasn’t the only one at fault. you should’ve known better too.

content warning: afab!reader, modern au—college ig?, reader is armin’s little sister, pining feelings, reader is 18, friends with benefits, brothers best friend!trope, angst, confessions, not rly proof read.

a/n: yeahhh sorrryy i was gonna make this into some filthy ass smut but instead i made it angsty with zero smut. oops.

he was always “armin’s best friend!” the entirety of your life growing up, and for the most part, you were content with that.

you’ve seen him cry after scraping his knee on the pavement when he was 6. you’ve seen him lose at playing kickball in the elementary school playground, and pout in the grass until the bell rang. you’ve seen him drink a whole can of beer in one sitting, only to then see him vomit all over your basement’s carpeting.

and vise versa—he’s seen you prance around in your princess dresses as day-to-day clothing choices, even seeing you force your older brother to be your knight as you walked into school during your childhood. he’s seen your room, and the millions of cheesy posters that had decorated your walls over the years. and most importantly, he’s seen how you’d always get flustered from the sight of him—even at the younger age when “cooties” existed for some people.

while he was known as armin’s best friend, you were always known as armin’s little sister. his best friends little sister—off limits, do not touch!

honestly, eren never intended to do anything with you, despite really wanting to. he’d always think you were pretty, but he knew even at a young age that flirting with you, or even expressing any attraction to you was probably a bad idea.

but, just because he knew better, doesn’t mean he couldn’t do it.

the school year went by agonizingly slow, the only times he’d really enjoy it was during his breaks.

especially summer break—the best time of the year for eren. not just because of the delightful sun bathing, but also because he got to come home for a few months.

to his friends, family, and you.

eren was delighted to see you’d come home from college earlier then usual this year, and he definitely convinced himself it was because of him. despite the fact that he went to college with armin and saw him pretty much everyday, he grasped onto the single excuse of “hey dude, let’s hangout!” every single chance he got the day you came home. he knew you had nothing better to do, considering all of your college friends were across country seeing their family, and your hometown friends weren’t in town yet.

it was obvious how bored you were, spending every day since you came home on your couch watching tv. and every time armin would come home with company, eren was displeased to see that you’d already leave before even saying hello. it was getting all too agonizing—and confusing.

you weren’t surprised when you peeked down at your phone late one night, only to see the simple text you were waiting for to pop up on your home screen.

12:57am eren: open ur window

you scoff quietly to yourself, not even bothering to turn your gaze. you expected nothing less from the brunette.

you twist your body over on your bed, planting your feet on the hardwood and measly walking to the window. you didn’t bother to change out of your college hoodie and plaid pajama shorts—considering since he’s seen you in much worse unflattering clothes.

you pull back your curtains slowly, and to your absolute pleasure, there sat the brunette on top of your windowsill. his head was down, eyes on his phone which you peeked and saw he was in the middle of typing a follow up message to you. upon the curtains drawing, his lips pull back into a toothy grin, and you have to fight a laugh from leaving yours.

“what took you so long?” he hisses, a little too loud for your liking.

you reach for his hand, pulling him with little strength to bring him into balance, and you draw your curtains back further while he toppled down into your room sloppily.

“jesus—eren, shush!” you wince, reaching your arms out to grab his before he made a loud slam! into your floor.

he mimics your expression, tucking his head into his shoulders and a grimace guiltily painting his cheeks. “shit, sorry. your parents home?” he asks, picking himself up.

“no, but armin. is.” you state pointedly, folding your arms across your chest. his eyes widen as his lips pursed, his expression nearly making you laugh but you knew better.

he reaches his hand up to the back of his neck, rubbing slowly and twists himself around until he plops onto your bed, like he made himself at home.

“well…that’s fine. i just came here to uh…talk!” he gives you a grin, and you tilt your head sarcastically.

“right. because that’s always the reason.” you still kept your place near the window, watching him while he swiftly kicked his shoes off using his toes, and shoved them next to your nightstand. his little smirk told you all you needed to know.

“fair.” he nods, and leans himself back on your bed, propping his hands behind him. “why didn’t you tell me you were in town. why didn’t you say hi?” he tilts his head this time, and the smallest pout molds onto his lips. you couldn’t tell if it was sarcastic or sincere. either way, you shrug.

“i’ve been a bit busy the past couple weeks-”

“liar.” he hardly even gave you the chance. “armin told me you’ve just been sitting at home all week.”

you squint, then make a mental reminder to scold armin later. you sigh, shifting your weight to one leg and slowly sliding your foot against the hardwood side to side. you bring your attention up to eren when he jumps a bit on your bed, scooting himself back a tad. “i just wanted a few days of peace and quiet. what’s so wrong with that?”

eren’s lips curl downwards. he tried not to take offense to that—and fails, because why wouldn’t he?

“and that meant you couldn’t say hi?” you don’t miss the smallness in his voice, which then makes you step forward on instinct.

“i didn’t want armin to suspect anything.” you spew, and even you wouldn’t have believed that.

his eyebrows furrow, tilting his head only a little dramatically as his expression molds into confusion. “you saying hi to me, your lifelong neighbor, wasn’t gonna make armin think we’re secretly fucking behind his back.” he states plainly, even adding a little scoff.

you roll your eyes at his behavior, making short swift steps towards your bed. you hop up so you could place yourself directly next to him, your mattress causing you to bounce a bit. you ignore the sour look he gives you, seeing that you chose to sit next to him instead of on his lap which he tried to make look so inviting.

“i’m just being cautious, that’s all.” you finally answer, and he frowns. you pick up on it before he says anything to counter you. “remember the last day of spring break? when armin almost walked in on us and wouldn’t leave my room. and you were hiding in my closet. for thirty minutes?” you narrow your eyes, leaning back to make sure he could see your expression.

he licked his lips, an attempt to hide the small smile that was growing (only to once again, fail) as he nods his head. “but he didn’t!” he shrugs.

you suck in a breath. “not the point eren.” you mumble, and he drops his teasing demeanor. he leans back a tad, turning himself to the side to face you better.

eren wasn’t liking where this was going. he’s always known you to be sort of bossy, and directional. he would never admit those thoughts to you, however, because above all of that he still found himself liking those annoying habits of yours. he liked whenever you’d scold him for drinking in the house, even though you were two years younger then him. and he liked whenever you forced him to push you on the swings, tell him to do his homework, yell at him for getting in fights when he was younger. he liked how you cared for him.

he never once thought sleeping with you was a mistake, but he soon felt his throat in his stomach when he considered that you maybe did.

“what is the point?” he asks, trying his absolute best to keep his voice from faltering. the small breath between the words made you pick up your head, your eyes searching his.

“do you regret it?” he asks, and he thinks he might just die when your gaze flicks away from his. he sucks in a breath, and suddenly he wishes he never texted you. he wishes he never came through your window this time, the time a few months before that, and especially the first time. he wishes he didn’t come to you on new year’s eve, pouting about how he didn’t have a new year’s kiss and you loosely agreeing to be his. he wishes he didn’t find himself in your room, on top of your bed, kissing you all over and in ways he’d never actually think he’d be doing with his best friends sister. but he’d never regret it.

your lips part slightly, still avoiding his gaze as your silently reminisce on the last few month. how he’d call you to ask how you were doing every few weeks whenever you were away, how he’d text you random things that reminded him of you. how he was the first person to come see you the night you got back on spring break.

and how you spent almost your entire spring break with him—in secret of course. it was always in secret.

you snap yourself out of your thoughts when he shifts uncomfortably next to you, and you glance at his hands. he quietly picked at his thumbs, the quiet flick making you furrow your brows until you notice…he’s trembling. it’s only faint, but nonetheless makes you look into his eyes.

“no, eren. i don’t.” you lean into him, gently placing your soft hand over his. you wished your words were convincing enough, because he still didn’t make contact with you. instead, he brings his gaze down to where your hands met.

“tell me what’s wrong. did i do something…something wrong?” his voice was quiet now, almost faint as he asks the question.

you suck on your teeth, your own gaze changing from his left eye to his right. you note how his irises almost look like they’re twinkling in the faint darkness of your room. nothing but the dim decor lights you have wrapped around your bed and on your walls, and the brightness of your tv screen across from your bed lighting your room up enough to see him well.

you bite your lip nervously. “eren, i-“ you stop yourself, instinctively taking in a deep breath and swallowing before continuing. “you’re my brothers best friend. if he found out what we’re doing…he’d hate you.” you mumble, and mostly for your sake since you knew you couldn’t raise your voice any higher.

“he won’t know! he won’t ever find out!” his voice raises only a tad, considering he caught himself before you smacked your hand over his mouth, and he shrinks a little.

“he almost did. twice. remember? new year’s eve, too?” you nudge him.

he does, vividly. kind of like he never stops thinking about it.

“he almost saw us kissing. that’s nothing.” eren counters, but once again, you want to relate to the fact that he wasn’t getting the point.

he was, though. he heard everything you were saying, albeit not wanting to.

“then-then why don’t we tell him?” he asks, and suddenly a wave of excitement rushes through his veins, and he thinks that might be the best idea he’s ever had. he’d thought about it, a little too much. he thought about what it’d be like to introduce you as his girlfriend, and to take you out on dates. he’d do all of that in a heartbeat.

but just like before, you rain on his parade. “eren, i don’t really want to tell my brother that i’m sexually active.” you wince, even the thought making you a little uncomfortable.

eren’s eyebrows pinch, and he pouts. “well…well yeah. let’s just, leave that part out…” he sits up, forcing a smile on his pink lips and your eyes soften.

“then, that leaves nothing left to tell.” you try to explain delicately, but the news hits him like a hammer.

of course he knew that. he already knew your relationship was nothing other then a hookup, but that wasn’t what he wanted you to say.

“y-yeah. right.” he nods hesitantly, and you frown.

“besides, you know how ‘min is. he’s only ever had one girlfriend in his life and he hates talking about it. didn’t even know they broke up until 8 months after they ended things.” you chuckle lightly to yourself, and watch as eren raises his eyebrows. “oh. well i guess you knew.” you shrug simply.

he smiles. “yeah. he came over crying the night it happened. and he’s seeing this new girl now. haven’t met her yet but i think he’s in loveee.” he quietly sing-songs to you, and now it’s your turn for your eyebrows to widen. you soak in the subtle shock that statement gives you.

“really? love? he’s in love?” you ask, each time you said the word you lean forward a little to really emphasize.

“‘m pretty sure. he’s always talking about her. i bet you he’s sulking in his room right now, wishing his pillow was her.” he sighs teasingly. you smile at him for a moment, before the thought hits you.

“we’re getting off track.” your smile drops and you look at him with a certain sternness that makes him want to curl up and hide. he didn’t want to talk about this anymore. all he wanted to do was to pull you into him, kissing you passionately to the point where all that was engraved in your mind was eren, eren, eren.

it wasn’t even that he needed to have sex with you anymore. he just needed to be by you, with you. he needed to hold you.

“i don’t want armin to hate you, eren.” you brush your hand against his thigh, placing it down lightly, and he’s thankful you didn’t move it.

“well- why do you assume he’d hate me? you don’t think he’d be…happy for me?” he sits up, shoving the hesitation and uncertainty down his throat in a pathetic attempt to keep his composure from crashing down.

“you think armin would be happy for you? for sleeping with his sister?” you scoff, the words spitting out of your mouth and eren sucks in a deep breath because this time—you’re not getting it.

he sighs deeply, eyes screwing shut to poorly try and hide himself from the situation he’d kill to not be in.

eren isn’t some sort of player. surely, he acted like one to desperately try and mask the fact that he was just extremely lonely. he’s slept with more girls then just you, but to be fair, the group was small. and ever since new years, he hadn’t been able to get you out of his head. he’d hadn’t been able to sleep with anyone else, and he’d plead for it to be break—just so he could see you again.

“do you want to stop seeing each other?” he let his words spurt out, bubbling in his throat ever since he got the hint to where the conversation was headed. he didn’t want to hear your answer.

you frown at his hesitancy. you could tell the question was eating him alive for whatever reason, and you selfishly assumed it was only because he wanted to have sex with you.

“maybe.” you mutter.

you couldn’t hear it, but eren’s sure he can hear a piece of his heart crack.

he doesn’t want to cry, and he doesn’t think he will—at least not here and in front of you—but he can’t find himself to move. or say anything. or even think. that was the last thing he wanted to hear. he didn’t hear the uncertainty in your voice, because the even though the simple word had a 50/50 connotation to it, he only heard the worse half. you might as well have just said yes, and stuck a knife through his heart.

to him, it wasn’t just having sex with you. it was the comfort he got to feel. your warmth wrapped around his body as he held you. the way you’d always kiss him through your orgasms, and that simple action stupidly made eren think you liked him. it made him think that maybe it wasn’t just about sex to you too, maybe you really liked spending time with him. and maybe you were going to give him a chance.

his silence made you drop your head, picking your hand away from contact with him and allowing it to fall into your lap. you weren’t sure when he was going to say anything, if he was going to say anything at all, or how he would respond, but you knew you weren’t going to speak first.

what sickened you the most was you weren’t even agreeing with the words you were saying.

you weren’t dumb, but you were incredibly dense in this situation. if eren could, he’d scream at you. at how incredibly wrong you were.

how could you sit there, thinking the only reason eren texts you, calls you, climbs through your window—is just to fuck you? how could you not realize how in love he was. he knows better then to think you were just being cruel, but he can’t help and think that you are cruel. he’d give you the world, he’s made it obvious every single year he has known you, and you somehow had no idea? could you blame him for being so hesitant?

yeah, you could. because he was impossibly dense too. how couldn’t he tell you were pining after him, day by day. each day right before he left for college the first time, how you didn’t talk to him because you hated goodbyes. how couldn’t he tell that when you offered to be his midnight kiss, you were practically pleading on your knees. and how you waited every single night since the first day you were back for his text.

the silence in the air was suffocating, especially since you started it after announcing a broken statement. one you didn’t agree to, and he didn’t agree to, but neither of you had it in you to confess.

“ok.”

you close your eyes tight, having nothing to deflect the amount of regret and guilt that poured over you in an instant.

eren thinks this is it. probably for the best, but he definitely doesn’t think that. he thinks maybe he should stand up and leave, but he really thinks he’d rather die.

he won’t. he’ll stand up, like the half of his mind is telling him to, and the other is screaming at him to stop. he’ll walk towards your window, and step out without as much as a look back. he’ll see you around, sure, but it’ll be nothing but a simple nod now. he doesn’t think that’s best, but if you do, then he’ll do it.

“wait-“ you pencil your body, standing up in an instant in order to stop him from ducking underneath your window and disappearing from your line of sight.

you swallow. “i’m sorry,” you mumble, and the way you do tells eren you aren’t done. he turns around—slowly—his eyes fighting to make contact with yours. “i’m not being honest with you.”

and he’s not being honest with you either, he thinks. but he lets you continue, giving you nothing but silence in return.

your breath hitches, fingers molding together and fumbling sloppily. now it’s your turn for the trembling hands—legs too—as you step closer to the window.

“i don’t want to stop…y’know, sleeping with you.” you nod confidently, (at least you tell yourself that.) “you’re surprisingly really good at sex. like…really good.”

he’d be flattered if he wasn’t about to shit his pants right now. he was thankful you said that, at least. it gave him the piece of hope he needed to keep his composure before going home and completely bawling into his pillow.

“but,”

he sucks in a breath,

“i don’t want that to be it.” you slightly slouch, getting progressively closer to the brunette slowly before stopping in front of him. your soft, sullen eyes make contact with his.

“what do you mean?” his palms feel clammy.

“i mean i like you, eren. a lot.”

and that’s all he needed to hear to let out the breath, one that was even bigger then he thought. one that practically had his lungs about to burst in his stomach, and one that would’ve been enough to cause a whole tornado.

that’s all eren yeager has ever wanted to hear from you—from anyone. that you liked him. a lot, at that.

you didn’t want to sneak around with him anymore. you didn’t want to only fantasize about going on dates with him. you didn’t want to tell people he was just your brothers best friend.

and he wasn’t going to let that happen again.

#: ̗̀➛ — drabbles <3 #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot snk #anime #aot eren yeager #lxvmika — eren yeager #mikalxv #mikalxv —eren yeager #aot eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x you #eren jaeger x you #aot eren yeager x you #aot eren jaeger x you #aot drabbles #aot eren drabbles #aot eren angst #eren drabble #future fanfic??? #best friend eren #aot bsf eren #aot x reader #aot x reader angst #eren x reader angst #aot eren yeager x reader angst

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Eren Yeager (30th March)

Attack On Titan

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[satansthiccasscheeks]

OK I KNOW everybody loves goth mikasa and I love her and the concept to but I also thought and saw the image of goth levi and I can't forget it I need more like that I need both I need all idk what is is maybe the Ackerman's are just all hot when Gothic or maybe all goths are just hot PERIOD but I'm mad and raging at 12:30 AM at the fact that there are barely is any goth levi art and not just levi I WANT EVERYBODY LEVI,MIKASA,EREN,ARMIN, FUCKING SASHA,JEAN,CONNIE,AND OTHERS I CANT THINK OF OFF HAND,AND OMG IMAGINE GOTH HANGE, I'm gonna die soon if I don't see a goth hange and levi anyway thank you for listening to my rant 😃

Goth Hange tho 😭❤ just think about it

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[lilliganart]

I thought I would add my sketches and flat colours of my Eren Jaeger drawing since, I dunno, I think the contrast between the finished product and the stages in between that are so interesting

#aot eren jaeger #eren jaeger #eren jäger #eren jeager fanart #eren yaeger #aot eren yeager #eren yaeger fanart #eren yaeger aot #eren yeager #shingeki no kyojin eren #attack on titan eren #aot eren #aot fanart #snk fanart #attack on titan fanart