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piichuu · 7 months

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♡ TREATING HIS WOUNDS

ft. levi ackerman, reiner braun, jean kirschtein, erwin smith, eren yeager

WARNINGS: mentions of blood and wounds, broken arms etc, fluff, gn!reader

LEVI ACKERMAN

“you shouldn’t worry about such small scratches. it’s not a big deal,” your boyfriend speaks as he’s sitting on a chair in the medical tent. initially, you had planned for doctors to take care of his wounds, but as there were much more severe injuries to take care of, you took things into your own hands and pushed him onto the nearest chair before you began searching for a medical kit you could borrow.

he has just come back from a mission together with the survey corps and as soon as you saw the small wounds on his arms and how he could barely walk properly, you grabbed his hand to pull him towards the medical tent. “these are not scratches, they’re wounds. you’ve obviously hurt your knee as well, stop trying to deny it,” you speak with tears in your eyes. he may be the strongest soldier of them all, but that doesn’t mean that you aren’t constantly worrying for him.

you begin to clean the small wounds on his arms, making sure there is no chance they’ll get infected before bandaging them. meanwhile, levi is looking down at you, now with a softer gaze than the one he previously wore as you practically forced him to walk here when he himself didn’t think he needed any help. seeing the tears in your eyes however do cause him to frown slightly, not enjoying when you worry so much.

“hey, i’m okay. it could have been a lot worse-“ “don’t say that! i don’t want to think it could’ve been worse. if i got to decide, you wouldn’t even be on the survey corps anymore,” you mumble while pulling up the leg of his pants to check his knee, gently touching it which causes him to let out a pained groan. “i’ll ask a doctor to look at this when they have some free time, i don’t think you’ll be able to walk properly for a while…”

that’s enough. he can’t handle seeing that sad expression on your face when realizing that he has been injured, even if it isn’t as severe as so many others. “look at me,” he cups your face, forcing you to look at him. “i’m alive. i won’t die during a mission, that’s a promise. you can trust me, as long as i have you by my side, i will always fight to survive,” he speaks while looking into your eyes.

you nod and quickly wrap your arms around him even if it looks a little awkward with you now standing up again as he sits on the chair. he strokes your back gently and sighs. “i’m so happy you’re back again,” you mumble and he nods, continuing to stroke your back. “me too. i guess i’ll be stuck here for a while as well with this knee, so we’ll have to make the best of it.”

REINER BRAUN

you’re quiet while inspecting his face, touching the small bruises you can find. as he doesn’t react to your touches, relief spreads throughout your body, but as you notice that he’s bleeding through his shirt by the arm, your heart instantly sinks again. reiner notices where your gaze has headed as well and sighs, knowing he has once again caused you to worry. “i promise it doesn’t hurt too much, baby. don’t worry, please?” he strokes your hair gently, but only for a short while before you take hold of his hand and lead him into the bathroom.

“what happened, reiner?” you ask while helping him hop onto the counter as you rummage through the cupboards to find the med kit. “was out training and went a little too hard. i fell on a tree branch, i won’t be training outside next time,” he mumbles, watching as you finally pull out a few paper towels to try to get rid of most of the blood.

he doesn’t know what to say as you treat the wound on his arm. the disinfection you carefully put onto his wounds does sting, but it is bearable. you’re always so careful with him when he’s been injured, no matter how severe it is. something he hates is worrying you but it is still something he often succeeds to do. “i’m sorry, darling. i know you’ve told me to be careful when i’m training outside,” he mumbles while leaning his head back against the wall. a day full of training with friends does become exhausting after all.

“it’s okay, i just don’t like to see you hurt,” your voice can barely be heard as you speak, focusing on taking care of his arm that receives a bandage from you. but you still aren’t finished as you once again go quiet to check if his arm is broken. “it doesn’t hurt that much, and it’s not broken, don’t worry. we already checked that after i fell.”

you sigh and nod, putting the med kit back into the cupboard as reiner gets back on his feet and goes to wrap his arms around your waist. “you worry about me too much,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss to your cheek as you put your arms around his neck and bury your face into his shoulder blade. “i know, but after all those years of you fighting titans and humans, i never know what will happen when you’re out and about…”

“that was years ago, darling. the worst that can happen to me is something like this. i’m not risking my life like that anymore, okay? don’t worry about me, this wound will heal in a second. you’ll get a heart attack if you worry every time i leave the house,” you nod in agreement and close your eyes. reiner then opens his mouth to continue speaking. “i do worry about you too though, so i guess i can’t say much, but i want you to be happy, not to worry about me. i’m always gonna come back home to you.”

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN

“you need to be more careful, jean,” you mumble while cleaning the few wounds that are covering his face. it had been hit by tree branches as him and the rest of the survey corps were out on a less dangerous mission, but he had still succeeded to get hurt. he himself told you that he forgot to cover his face as they rode in the middle of the woods where most of the trees were.

he pouts slightly, getting scolded by you for probably the hundredth time during your relationship as he’s often out on dangerous missions and is risking his life. “i didn’t know it would be so crowded with trees. connie got hit too!” “neither you or connie are the smartest, so don’t use that as an excuse.”

jean sighs but wraps his arms around your waist. “don’t be mad at me, please,” his pout grows and you roll your eyes, but a small smile slowly appears over your face. “i’m not mad, i was just worried that it would be more severe. connie wasn’t really making it sound like it was something small, i thought you’d almost gotten eaten by a titan or something,” you explain which now causes your boyfriend to frown.

“he’s so dumb, i’m sorry that he made you worry so much,” he cups your face and looks at you with a soft smile playing at his lips while you’re putting bandages onto his cheeks and forehead. “it’s nice though, knowing that you worry so much about me. it makes me feel loved even if i don’t want you to feel so worried all the time.”

you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in to give him a quick kiss. he looks at you with sparkling eyes and pulls you closer to him. “thank you for always taking care of me, i love you so so much,” he whispers, kissing your cheek before burying his face into the crook of your neck. “i love you too, jean. let’s go cuddle now.” “sounds good to me.”

ERWIN SMITH

“don’t cry, darling,” erwin speaks as you’re currently changing the bandage on his shoulder, right where his arm was bitten off by one of the many titans. it’s only been a few days since then and he’s supposed to change bandage every few days as it may still bleed a little. seeing the large wound does however cause tears to fill your eyes, how can it not? he’s your boyfriend after all and knowing the pain he must’ve felt as he lost the arm hurts your heart.

erwin strokes your hair gently and tilts his head to the side. “hey, it’s okay. it doesn’t hurt as much anymore,” his voice is soft just like his eyes and you meet his gaze as you finally look away from his arm with tears running down your cheeks. “i’m sorry, it just makes me so sad to think about it. i wish you didn’t have to go through so much pain.”

“don’t apologize, darling. it’s gonna heal soon and we won’t have to change this bandage as much. it’s a shame i only have one arm though, but it will stop hurting, i promise,” he smiles sweetly while moving his hand to your cheek, just wanting you to look at him at the moment, not wanting you to focus on his shoulder for now. “i’m okay, don’t worry about me. i’m still alive, that’s what matters.”

you nod and wipe your tears away, giving him a slight smile before you go back to bandaging his large wound. meanwhile, erwin is trying his best not to let out groans of pain as he doesn’t want you to worry even more. instead, he keeps a smile on his face and kisses your cheek as you finally finish treating the wound. “thank you, my love.”

he puts his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your forehead. “i have to do some paperwork now. if you want, you can keep me company, but i’ll try to finish in an hour so we can do whatever you want later,” the two of you smile at one another and you nod. “i’ll keep you company, i promise i won’t try to distract you.” “i doubt i can believe that, but i’ll be happy to have you there.”

EREN YEAGER

eren watches as you’re cleaning his wounds even if you’re aware of the fact that they will heal by themselves. he is a titan shifter after all, but does that matter to you? no. you still can’t trust the process and therefore continue to treat his wounds every single time he’s hurt, even if the wounds will heal in only a minute or two.

“your really don’t have to worry, baby. i’m gonna be completely fine, it doesn’t even hurt,” he speaks as his arm with all the wounds finally begin to heal and he allows you to look at the arm so you can see that it’s actually healed. “look, completely fine. there’s nothing to worry about.”

you nod and sigh before he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him, as close as you can get. “but thank you for caring about me. i’m happy i’m the one who gets hurt all the time and not you. i don’t know what i would do with myself if you were injured,” he kisses your cheek and hums contently, happy to be close to you after many hours out on a mission.

“but i don’t like it when you’re hurt, even if you heal quick by yourself. even if it doesn’t hurt for long, i don’t want you to be in pain at all,” you pout, getting a chuckle out of him as he leans in to kiss the pout away. “i guess i won’t ever get you to stop worrying, but just remember that i will always come back home to you and allow you to treat my wounds, because that’s always better than me dying. i love you, baby, okay?”

“i love you too eren. just try not to get hurt so often, please?” you look at him with pleading eyes and he nods, smiling softly. “okay, i’ll try my best. i promise that i’ll try my best.”

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umeoniii · 1 year

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aot men as pervs

eren, jean, reiner

!: masturbation,

eren: he’s the type of pervy to literally stalk you and record your every move. he’ll write down stuff such as the lotion you use and will purchase it just so he can ‘smell you’. he probably does yucky things with the lotion while smelling it. also does stuff like slapping your ass while you’re caught off guard, will say it’s an accident even though it clearly wasn’t.

vanilla mocha martini eren thought to himself, quickly pulling out a pen and writing down the name of the lotion you pulled out of your bag. eren had been heavily infatuated with you for quiet a while. it was so much so to the point he had a whole secret journal dedicated to you and everything about you. it was honestly weird, anyone would file a restraining order against him if they knew just how far he went. he loved you even if he didn’t know you and just admired you from afar.

you turned around looking at the noise coming from behind you. a pen fell on the floor, eren’s pen. you watched as eren picked up the pen off the floor, his green eyes met yours, you dismissed him with a soft smile turning around.

you always found him peculiar, not necessarily in a rude way, but he was more reserved and kept to himself only speaking when spoken to. occasionally you’d see him walking and talking to his close friends but that was it. it always felt like he was watching you though. everytime you turned around his eyes were always in your direction before he’d avert them quickly.

she smiled at me.

when class was over he walked closely behind you, obviously invading your personal space. but it was worth being in your presence. when he walked passed you felt something like a hand rub against your butt, but when you turned around you saw no one too close to you. and when you turned back forward you saw eren walking slowly in front of you, phone in hand.

couldn’t have possibly been him, he’s not weird like that. you thought to yourself catching up with your friends.

he in fact was weird like that. because as soon as he got back to his dorm he grabbed his keys and drove to the closet mall, dashing straight to bath and body works to purchase the exact lotion he saw you use. even willing to stand in the long line, just to have the scent of you closer.

as soon as he got back to his dorm he immediately locked the door, his roomate should’ve been at a lecture during that time so he had nothing to worry about.

he sat on his bed and read through the contents of the lotion. opening the cap he squeezed a little bit onto his hand, rubbing it in and inhaling the intoxicating smell. it was too much for him.

he looked around before slowly undoing his belt and pulling out his dick. he rubbed his tip collecting the precum and rubbing it on his shaft.

he knew it was a bad idea to do what he was about to do. surely this lotion wasn’t good to be used as lube, especially considering it was scented and it could probably cause issues. but he just couldn’t find it in himself to care. he squeezed a generous amount of the lotion onto his hand and rubbed it onto his pulsing cock.

he thought about you while pumping, all his brain was focused on was the sweet smell, he wanted it to be your hand instead of his. your saliva instead of the lotion. he wished he could get even closer to you than he does in class.

his heavy pants and the wet sounds of him stroking himself were the only noises in the still, quiet room. he squeezed himself tighter, picking up his pace as he moaned your name.

“ y-y/n…. y/n what do i… have to do… to get closer to you” he groaned breathily

his long hair stuck to his forehead and neck, imagining what he would do to you if you were his. bending you over his desk, stuffing you with his twitching, sticky cock. there was so much he wanted to do to you, he was gonna do it. he would find a way to lure you in.

he felt himself getting closer to his high, tears brimmed his waterline from the pleasure he felt. hands starting to become shakier, as well as his rythym.

whines left his parted lips as strings of his white semen dispersed onto the wiry brown hairs on his lower abdomen. his abs were drenched in sweat, rising up and down as he sat trembling.

vanilla mocha martini still lingered in the air.

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jean: it’s very hard to find him perverted bcs i feel he’s more respectful. BUT i didn’t say he wasn’t. he comments on your body often, even during the worst of times.

“your ass looks nice in those jeans, wear em’ more often.”

you and him would both laugh off the comment. and he created a mental image (maybe even a physical image) of your ass and painted it and hung it on his walls. it’s curves, dips, every detail of it. everytime he looks at it he… thinks and gets hornier, then relives himself. he probably pulled it off the wall once just to cum all over it. it probably would’ve been artsier if he left the cum on it, but that would lowkey be too much for any guests. an ass on the wall is already a lot.

you sat next to your brother’s best friend jean while your brother got up. your brother had invited you along with him to have dinner. he didn’t mention jean being there but it didn’t matter that much to you. jean was cool, you liked him. though you’ve only been aquatinted to him very few times he was very funny and charming in the stories you heard about him.

your brother had left off to the restroom leaving you and jean alone at the table. jean liked you, a lot for a good amount of time. he stalked all your social media, your brother and your parents’ socials. he always made sure to listen whenever your brother mentioned you and how annoying you could be.

“i don’t know man, she doesn’t sound that bad” he would say, imagining the scene in his head.

of course he never told your older brother about it for so many reasons including the fact you’d probably end up finding out about it. he wanted to let you know his feelings on his own.

brown eyes scanned the entirety of your outfit. the tight fitting gray long sleeve , your jewelry, and especially those jeans. blue jeans that were so very tight, revealing your curves in all the right ways. he couldn’t help but to sneak a glimpse at your ass any time you stood up.

you got up to go wash your hands and felt a hand grip your waist. his thirsty eyes met yours complimenting your dress choice.

“you’re body looks amazing, especially your ass.” he winked slyly at you.

your body grew hot and you gave him a weak smile. you laughed with a small thank you ignoring the last part of what he said. though it did make you feel good inside. even lower if you were honest with yourself.

the whole rest of the dinner felt heated, sweaty well at least it was to you. jean nonchalantly sat there talking to you and your brother as if he didn’t say anything to you at all. when it was over he gave you a hug, his large hands grabby at your fleshy hips. he gave you a kiss on both cheeks before waving you and your brother off.

as soon as he got home he took out his easel, paint and canvas. he was very artistic, he attended a very prestigious art school in which him and your older brother attended together.

he rough sketched your body, reflecting your form onto the canvas with a pencil. then he painted over the sketch. blue, red, brown so many colors. and a few hours when he was finally finished he fixated his eyes on his creation in amusement.

he loved it. looking at it he couldn’t help but touch himself as he stared at the canvas in admiration. he looked down whiled his hands went down to his underwear band, pulling it down slightly just enough for his hard dick to be freed. he bit his lip softly stroking himself looking back up and eyeing the portrait.

he groaned raspy, his pink tip peeking out of his fist after every stroke.

there’s no way she didn’t know what she was doing. she wore them on purpose, just for me.

so many thoughts flooding his muddled brain his eyes squinted and eyebrows cinched as he rubbed himself. heavy breaths, whines and moans filled his quiet apartment, the portrait sitting in between his legs not yet mounted.

“y/n honey i need you so bad, please you really don’t know just how bad i need you. i get so rilled up thinking of you. at this point i’m a creep with the things i do.” whines slipped from his pretty, pink lips.

“god what would eric even think of me doing something like this? painting an explicit portrait of his baby sister then jacking off to it? he would hate me wouldn’t he.” he laughed out of breath

his continued to get off, the cold rings on his fingers gliding against the veins on his shaft.

grunts left through gritted teeth as jean felt himself getting closer. he looked at the warm colors painted on the canvas in between his thighs and couldn’t help but to smirk to himself.

what’d he give to actually come all over your real ass is the last stable thought he had before he painted on the portrait even more.

with his own semen.

。

reiner: now he’s #1 perv on this list. he stares you up and down all the time, sometimes he doesn’t even bother hiding it. manages to find ways to see you naked. like he’d walk in on you while you’re changing bcs “he forgot his charger” he touches himself to your insta photos, your panties that he stole, literally anything that involves you bcs he’s that desperate, it’s lowkey pathetic. but i love me a pathetic man. he doesn’t even hide the fact that he wants to touch you, he’d find any kind of excuse and would touch you. he’s just really thirsty.

reiner sat on his couch staring at the frilly lace panties in his hands that he stole from your home. earlier you had invited him over in hopes he’d help you understand your work better. if he was being true to himself he didn’t care anything about calculus. he only came over so he could flirt with you.

when he sat down next to you at your desk he sat close. your legs and his were touching and you could hear his shaky breathing. and his hands, if they weren’t on the paper or on his phone they were on your thighs. rubbing and gripping your skin, and when you looked up at him he’d act completely oblivious and get back to teaching you.

he knew what he was doing. he told himself by the end of the day he would have you on that bed begging for his mercy. and that he did.

the whole time he endlessly flirted with you. his large hands rubbing your upper thigh and pinching your cheeks. he saw how he charmed you and finally gave in.

“you know you’re such a pretty girl. you’re the type of woman i’d want to fuck senselessly then marry.” his hand rubbed yours

you couldn’t believe that he just said that. your eyes trailed down to your thighs, his hands moving towards the inside.

“can we please just study.” you said staring forward trying not to pay attention to him.

“yeah sure ignore what i said i guess…” he sighed “ if you can get these ten correct i’ll give you a surprise.” he winked

you thought he’d buy you dinner, get you a small little gift, chips, candy, something. instead you lay on your bed griping his back as he thrusted his girthy cock into you.

“maybe this’ll help motivate you ” he grunted

“y-you’re so weird” you whined, your heart-shaped anklet charm hitting his neck.

“don’t act like you don’t like it” he growled in your ear sarcastically

long nails gripped onto the satin sheets for leverage as reiner pounded into you mercilessly. you didn’t understand why and how you even let him do this to you.

reiner was the word ‘pervert’ personified. always looking up peoples skirts, making smart comments, getting touchy. you detected something was probably going to happen with him in your home, but he was somewhat smart and you really needed help.

and you couldn’t deny the fact that it actually felt good and that he was very appealing to look at. it was just one of the last things you expected to be doing that friday night.

“keep going just like that” you hiccuped

“thought… i was weird?” he chuckled breathlessly into your ear.

you couldn’t even find it in you to give him a snarky reply as you were too occupied with how he was inside of you.

the way his sensitive tip rubbed against the ridges inside of you was enough to literally drive you both insane. he became more touchy as he went on.

“f-fuck, you’re so fucking cute. i’ve always wanted to fuck… you.” he groaned in your ear.

“i can… tell” you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“no seriously, i ain’t even smart. i had no clue …what i was talking about the whole…time.”

it was a scheme to get into your panties.

and it worked.

you couldn’t attempt to be upset at him either, because with the way your pussy gripped onto him and your ever so audible moans and whines left that mouth of yours, he knew you were enjoying it.

your labored breaths and his became louder as the tension in your room grew.

“you gonna let me cum inside of your precious cunt?”

you shook your head.

“awww… c’mon it’s not… gonna be… that bad” he taunted in between heavy breaths

he didn’t care because he was gonna do just as he pleased.

“oh god reiner” your nails scratched at his sweaty back feeling yourself reach your orgasm.

you tightened around him while your pretty eyelashes fluttered as he still pounded into you, heavy balls slapping your pretty cunt.

greedy lips kissed your neck, chin and cheeks, the scratchy stubbly feeling blending in with the overstimulation.

“ m’ gonna cum all inside of you y/n” he nipped at your neck

you felt as he his cock frantically twitched inside of you, his grip on you becoming tighter.

he moaned almost inaudibly into your ear as he filled your womb with his silky cum.

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bloompompom · 1 year

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Your Boyfriend Eren

♡ content: eren jaeger x female reader. domestic au/established relationship, very fluffy & smutty narrative-style headcanons (is that a thing?), 'baby' as a pet name, some possessive language/behavior, rough sex, explicit sexual content, explicit language. as always, reader discretion advised. ♡ word count: ~3k (this was supposed to be short but... you know)

The thing about your boyfriend Eren was...

He was absolutely crazy about you.

Okay. Maybe it was more like you drove Eren crazy. According to him, at least.

He said it enough that you could now proudly predict exactly when it’d happen again. You’d say it together, with you offering your very best impersonation of his husky voice.

But all that aside, it didn’t necessarily mean he always meant it in a bad way.

Sometimes Eren said it because he found you so damn distracting; his words, not yours. ‘You drive me crazy,’ he’d say in that cute voice all boys seemed to have—that low chuckle that managed to wiggle its way so deep inside that you could practically feel it vibrating in your chest.

There were even times when you’d distract him from, well, you—if that made any sense. Eren clung to the specific and excitable waver your voice took on whenever you spoke of your passions. He could come up with cliché after cliché to try and describe it, but none felt apt enough for the honor; all he knew was that he was utterly transfixed by it. But what he loved the most was how you made yourself laugh an embarrassing amount of times per day—something he was sure you’d deny if he ever fessed up about it.

Eren wasn’t good about hiding this inattentiveness of his. He’d always get this blank thousand-yard stare on his face. It was the same sort of avid fascination one would study a painting with, his head tilted and all.

Truthfully, Eren couldn’t mask any of his emotions. He had always been like that—someone who felt things in a big way—as if he were the living, breathing antonym for stoicism. It left him with no choice but to wear his heart on his sleeve, even if it meant he’d interrupt your ramblings with a kiss because you were that damn distracting. Nothing salacious, just tiny sips of you through chaste pecks.

You’d totally find it inappropriate if he weren’t so endearing about it. You liked the stupidly-smitten grin he’d always sport right after. So easy and disinhibited, like he knew he had gotten away with it because you were already pulling him back for another, notwithstanding the importance of whatever topic was at hand.

Perhaps it was your lips that drove him the craziest. In fact, there wasn’t a single thing he disliked about them. The color, the shape—how beautifully they pulled into your smile—and above all, how soft they felt on his own. It was almost as if they were meant only for him.

Yeah, to him, they were perfect.

That was likely the reason why Eren enjoyed watching you get ready. When he could, he’d stop and lean in the doorway of the bathroom, like he was just in time for his favorite show. You’d see him in the mirror, his sultry eyes following your every move as you finished your makeup. He’d marvel at you until you’d finally give in and plant a sticky, lip gloss kiss on him. He never minded, though; it was easy enough to wipe off with just the back of his hand.

But if you took too long, he’d come up and steal one anyway. He always thought he was smooth with it, saying he just wanted to see if your lip gloss had a taste. By then, you both knew you didn’t own any flavored glosses, and you’d remind him of such with a kittenish giggle. And when Eren eventually bought you some—just for him, of course—you already knew he planned to use it as another excuse to kiss you.

He was also driven crazy by the way he could never keep his hands to himself when you were around. It didn’t matter the time of day, or if he was absolutely exhausted, he still wanted to hold you in any way he could.

He liked the times when he’d catch you drifting off. He’d watch you with sleepy eyes, one arm cradling you with the other letting his fingers delicately trace over your features—from your forehead, down your cheekbone, and across the bridge of your nose.

Once you were asleep, your eyelids no longer fluttering, Eren would try to stay as still as possible so as to not wake you. It was always a kind attempt, only lasting as long as he was awake. After that, all bets were off, and you’d usually wake up sprawled along opposite sides of the bed. Not to mention, Eren was a complete blanket hog, so you’d usually have to fight his dead weight to steal some back on those extra chilly mornings.

He was always the handsiest during idle times, like when you’d lay together and watch TV. Picture it: Eren, sat in bed with his back resting against the headboard. You, on your stomach, lounged up at the opposite end of the bed because maybe you knew it gave him the perfect glimpse of your ass. And maybe that was why you chose this specific pair of shorts to sleep in. And just maybe that was why you didn’t complain when he tugged them up a bit higher for a better view.

His hand would massage up your legs. He’d squeeze at your calf, the back of your thigh, and up the plush of your ass until you’d coyly prop your ass in the air for him. He’d toy with the band of your underwear only because he knew it drove you crazy when he teased you like that. You’d listen when he’d tell you to spread your legs for him. And when he’d eventually ask you, ‘Do you wanna come for me, baby?’ you’d be babbling and begging for him because he’d been playing with you through the fabric of your panties for far too long.

And only after he’d pull a desperate and enthusiastic, ‘yes, yes, yes!’ from you, he’d fuck you with his fingers. Your face, once sweetly held between your hands, would bury deep into the sheets until you’d come for him as many times as he wished.

But no matter how cool Eren played it, he could never mask how much you riled him up. You could always spot the flush of his cheeks—how the ruddy hue spanned all the way to the tips of his ears—and the sharp stutter of his chest. Heart on his sleeve, remember?

Eren loved you. The sort of love that required you to spell it with at least three O’s. Loooved you in the springy and boyish way that made a person’s voice go up an octave. High enough to elicit a comment or two from his friends or even his observant mother.

Knowing him, you’d think he’d hate bringing you around—you know, since he didn’t exactly shrug off said comments easily—but nothing made him happier than seeing you get along with those he cared about most. It warmed him from the inside out and had him gawking at you with the biggest heart eyes ever just because you made his dad laugh.

It went without saying he was not shy about introducing you to everyone in his life. And when you said everyone, you really meant everyone—no matter how humiliating you found it. After only a few meet-and-greets, you started hearing the same comment over and over again: Eren’s just so much happier now that he’s with you. According to them, he was nothing like the broody guy he once was. You couldn’t even imagine it because the Eren you knew had always talked your ear off.

But out of everyone, Eren always put you first. It didn’t matter who was around because Eren naturally made you feel like the most important person in the room. Hell, he even managed it when you weren’t in the same room, going as far as to leave boys’ night off no more than a quick text saying you missed him. And if you included a picture of yourself—preferably one that showed a bit more skin—he wouldn’t even need to respond because you knew he was already on his way home. It was something you were quite proud of after all this time together, even if everyone else was sick of it.

So you were sure it didn't come as a surprise that Eren always wanted you at his side when you were out together. Whether it was his arm loosely draped over your shoulder or his chin resting on the crown of your head, he found comfort in knowing you were with him—as if he needed the reassurance that you were still really there.

But, hey, Eren wanted to make sure people knew you were his, considering you had him hopelessly wrapped around your little finger.

And if you still needed a reminder of who you belonged to, Eren wouldn’t hesitate to jog your memory once he had you back at home and all to himself. Even years later, you still had this indecent game of cat and mouse between you, with you bounding around with your pretty come-and-get-it eyes until he’d rightfully take what was his.

Lucky you—tonight was one of those nights. After a short drive home, your night filled with dinner and drinks, Eren swept you off your feet. Literally. He was fluid in the way he walked around the car and opened your door so you'd flow right into his arms. He didn’t let your feet touch the floor until you were inside and kissed you full on the mouth. Neither of you minded how the other tasted like beer.

You made out in your living room first—the room you painted together in just one weekend last summer. It was obvious, too. All rushed in the corners and patchy when the light caught it just right—just around four in the afternoon, to be precise. Still, you convinced yourselves you liked it because you had spent even more time trying to compromise on a color.

The night you moved in, you celebrated laboring the last of the boxes inside by ordering Chinese takeout. You ate on the floor—no, on the rug—together. The brand new one you told Eren you just had to have. The very first purchase for your new home, even before you had a couch.

Who knew rugs were so expensive?

You remembered Eren said you drove him crazy that night, too. With a playful growl in his voice as he pinned you down on that very exorbitant rug. The world outside the windows was nothing more than an inky blue. Kisses were broken by laughter and knocking noses, and the brilliant smile on his face melted into that concentrated look he got when he was getting turned on.

You had sex, right there, to the croony sound of Eren’s record player because he insisted on unpacking it immediately. You slept there, too—under the blankets you had to open four boxes to find—and thought, ‘This must be it.' Everything you ever wanted, laid out in front of you.

Well, on top of you, but that was getting into semantics.

After Eren determined you had spent enough time pressed up against the living room wall, he lifted you by wrapping each of your legs around his waist, one at a time. It was tight; the pinching denim of your jeans was far from suitable for the way you were handling one another. Even so, it didn’t dull your fervor. The glowy tingle, sitting in the low part of your stomach, was only ignited once he brought you back in his arms, with yours locked around his neck.

Eren could carry you wherever he pleased with little effort. This time, it was the bedroom. He laid you back on the bed gently. Under any other circumstances, you would have expected something friskier from him, like a toss, but one of the bedframe's legs had recently broke.

You knew how it sounded when you said that, but it didn’t break in the fun sort of way—more like someone with big emotions flopping dramatically onto the bed, making an already long day even longer. It happened last week, and the temporary solution had been stuffing a few forgotten textbooks underneath.

You viewed the laughable sight with a strange fondness. Who would have thought you’d fall so head-over-heels for a man that you’d find even his most bumbling moments swoon-worthy?

That wasn’t something Eren needed to know though, so you bit back the smile on your lips and hoped he thought it was because you were just that needy for him.

You were, of course. And now, you were the one that couldn’t hide it. Eren took in the way you ogled at his forearms as he rolled up the sleeves of his black button-down. They were smooth, tanned, and more than strong enough to restrain you any way he desired—as if his prominent eyes, never leaving you once, weren’t already holding you down.

You stared—with eyes all dreamy and soft—just long enough that Eren wanted to tease you for it, but he had no room to gloat; he was too focused on the straining in his pants, growing more unignorable by the second with you looking feverish and achy right below him.

Eren kissed you like he wanted to make it a competition of who craved the other more. He cupped your face with his warm fingertips resting behind your ear. His tongue softly met your own and, for a moment, it was like nothing else even fucking mattered.

And when he heard you whisper, “Eren,” against his mouth, he merely nodded into the kiss, already keenly aware of your body and what you were asking of him next.

He kissed the corner of your parted lips. Then you felt him suck at the lobe of your ear. At your neck, Eren only stopped to leave behind a few lovebites, his teeth nibbling all the spots that made you buck against him.

You bunched your top over your breasts so Eren could continue, his mouth wanton and opening as he kissed from your chest to your navel. It started to tickle, and you reminded him to shave tomorrow through giggles and gasps. Eren didn’t say a thing back, only raising you by the hips so he could rub his face even further into you until he was laughing just as loudly as you.

When he was at eye level with the button of your jeans, he started to help you out of them. His lips followed the fabric down the length of your legs, ensuring not a single inch of your skin went neglected. You squealed and twitched and let the back of your head sink deeper into the mattress as you felt the weight of your jeans slip off your feet. But when you expected to feel his lips at your ankle, you were met with his fingers, wrapped around it like he was inspecting it.

Eren looked up at you and asked, “Where’s your anklet?”

He was talking about the anklet. The only one you own. The one he bought you as a gift for your first anniversary together. A dainty chain adorned with a tiny letter E that you still wore every day. Almost.

You didn’t think much of it when you sat up to answer, “Oh. I must have forgotten to put it back on after my shower.”

You fell back to the bed thinking he’d promptly go back to kissing you. When he didn’t, you checked on him again only to find the playful mood about him had suddenly shifted. He stood to his feet and, presumably, went to fetch the anklet for you. It didn’t seem all that important to you until he returned with darkened eyes, staring you square in the face as he grabbed your ankle again to latch the flimsy piece of jewelry around it.

A shudder, innate and teeming with anticipation, wracked through you. You liked, perhaps in a twisted way, when you crossed Eren—how he’d eye you with furrowed brows like you were some defiant little thing.

He wasn’t taking his time with you anymore. Oh, no—he had both you and himself stripped entirely in a matter of seconds, so quickly that you thought he may have even torn your underwear. Not that it would have been the first time.

Eren yanked your legs apart and took you in one deep thrust. A shaky, depraved moan ripped through you, eyes prickling with tears as you became tangled up in the knot where pain met pleasure. Unspokenly, he gave you a moment to adjust as he threw your legs limply over his shoulders. When you were ready, he fucked you with your feet framing his pretty face.

Sure, there were times for slow and deliberate sex, but you both just so happened to like it best when it was like this. It didn’t happen often because, as was already established, Eren didn’t know how to hide his emotions and, holy shit, you drove him insane, actually. He was already prone to abrupt breaks in his composure like—

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, drawing out the curse as if it were more than one syllable. He kissed your leg, right where your anklet bounced with every snap of his hips, and grunted, "You do know you’re mine, don’t you?”

You could only respond in a vaguely affirmative ‘hmmph!’ because he had your cheeks pinched in his hand, gripping even harder when he commanded, “I want to hear you say it.”

He looked down at you, breathless and bleary, with shimmers of sweat at his temples. The sight bloomed in your chest like fire between your lungs.

“I’m yours,” you tried to say, but the words were barely distinguishable, your voice sounding smushed. Still, it pleased him enough to release your face, and you shamelessly cried out, “I’m all yours!"

“That’s right.” Despite the gruff in his voice, Eren leaned over and kissed your forehead. You felt it in your toes. “This is only for you.”

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren smut #eren headcanons #eren hcs #boyfriend!eren

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 1 month

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I read your post on the insanely pretty cadet joining the training corps and I was wondering if you could do the boys’ reaction to her getting hit on or talking to someone they don’t want her talking to.

Love your work a lot and I’m sorry if I disturbed you! Have a good day :D

🇳🇬➕🌲🟰🇳🇫

a/n: thank you, you didn’t disturb me!

eren jaeger isn’t afraid to fight what he wants. so conveniently, every time you talk to somebody else, he allows randomly appears. the guy that’s hitting on you gets sick and tired of him always showing up when he’s making a move. he gives eren some snide comment and it’s over. eren beats the shit out of him in the dining hall.

armin arlert’s pretty confident in his chances with you. sure, he gets a little annoyed when he sees some meathead trying to compare hand sizes with you but he’s not so insecure to keep you away from him. with words of encouragement from mikasa, he musters up the nerve to make his move directly in front of the other guy. of course, he stuttered a bit.

jean kirstein’s quick to tell you that you shouldn’t waste your time talking to that other guy. he gives you about ten over-confidently reasons on why he’s no good for you. he says something like, “i just don’t think he’s your type, that’s all.”

connie springer flirts shamelessly with you all the time but it never stops any of the other cadets from approaching you. realizing most people don’t see him as a threat, he just decides to weird them out in any way he can to get them to stay away from you two.

reiner braun is pretty good at scaring unwanted men off. the people who aren’t his friends are terrified of him, mainly because of how tall and strong he is. he’s like your personal body guard. but really, he’s all bark and no bite. he pouts after he scares them away from you.

bertholdt hoover watches silently when all the guys swoon over you. he’s so jealous but he’ll never admit it. his friends tease him about not doing anything about it but he’s never been the violent type. he doesn’t want to control you. but he replays beating them up over and over again in his head.

levi ackerman totally makes whoever hits you on run until sunset or takes away meal privileges. he’s abusing his power when it comes to you but he doesn’t bat an eye. you’re too important to him. he can’t stand those other lowlifes trying to taint you.

erwin smith always calls you into his office after he sees you getting too close with another comrade. he questions about the nature of your interactions and reminds you that you shouldn’t be focusing on romance, instead the world at hand. he knows you can’t help how good you look but damn, it pisses him off.

this is the link for my slowburn enemies-friends-lovers jean fic

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aeshviie · 2 months

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modern!eren yeager headcanons ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 attack on titan masterlist

୭౿ hi!! it’s my first aot post and i’m so excited to post it. so first my sweet boy eren because i love him so much<3. .ᐟ english isn’t my first language so sorry for mistakes☺️

𐙚 he is so protective! eren always wants you to be safe and happy and he can do literally anything for you

𐙚 oh and he’s so jealous. like.. he can get into full argument if some guy is looking at you too long

𐙚 he’s so clingy and loves spending time with you. but sometimes he needs time only for himself and he gets mad when you don’t respect it

𐙚 i just know that he loves cuddling before bed. and it doesn’t matter if you live together or have a sleepover. he finds so much comfort in it

𐙚 also if his job pays well he likes spending money on you. he loves seeing you excited because of things he gave you

𐙚 his mom is so important for him and he’s more than happy if you like each other

𐙚 he doesn’t care about your weight and body. character is more important thing to him and he thinks you’re beautiful the way you are

𐙚 but i think he would love if you had healthy lifestyle. he definitely would like to go to the gym with you

𐙚 eren wants to help you in literally everything. even if you can do it yourself

#attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #headcanons #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager #eren headcanons #eren x reader #attack on titan headcanons #character x reader #eren jaeger #eren aot #hcs

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chrollohearttags · 8 months

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life imitates art

tw: gunplay, b!ood kink, spit play, dumbification, thigh riding, bc I’m a sick fuck + kinktober is on my brain now but hear me out…

musician eren! doing a video where he’s holding a weapon, like he’s robbing/killing someone and he ends up covered in blood, all shirtless. Just looking all primal and sexy. It goes viral everywhere…all the women on Twitter are losing their shit. Saying how good he looks. Comments like “I understand, (y/n).” “(Y/N) thinks she’s better than me. She really won at life 😭😩” With screen caps of your rapper husband carrying a pistol and showered in blood as he sits with a cigarette in his mouth and his grills in. You’re constantly getting tagged and trust, hubby’s new song is on repeat in your insta stories but little does he know how much influencer (y/n) loves it as well and needless to say, it becomes your favorite one he’s ever made. One scene in particular that gets you is when a girl in the video is on her knees, with a gun in her mouth..licking it as he stands over her, holding it. So now, you want him to reenact it with him and he’s more than happy to oblige! So fast forward a couple days and he’s got you sitting on his lap..eyes all droopy and tongue out as he teases the barrel of his 45MM against your thighs, tapping you with it to pop them open. Only to tease it against your panties as you’re grinding on his thigh.

“There you go, princess…now, put it in your mouth. Careful..”

his voice all gravelly as he places that gun between your lips, watching you drool and gag on it. Once he sees you’re comfortable, he starts slowly fucking your mouth with it and lets you slowly grind on his lap. You’re getting turned on; so wet that it’s staining his Amiris and he gently pulls your tits out to grope them as you helplessly straddle his leg like a helpless little slut. And he’s so happy he married you..because who else would be down to try some crazy ass shit like this?

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Synopsis: In which you’re a dancer for the world renowned band Paradis’ tour & the leader and golden boy Eren Jaeger has taken quite a liking to you, he’s been waiting to get his hands on you, for months. It looks like today is his lucky day.

This is based on my rockstar!eren headcanons which you can also read here.

CW: Heavy smut, dry humping, oral, penetration, mentions of virginity loss, hints of infidelity, Eren being manipulative & toxic.

A/N: Take this as a thank you for 1000 followers!

“Y/n, Jaeger’s here for you again.” Nanaba, your dance couch for Paradis’ tour points behind her with a slack expression on her face. She’s clearly unimpressed by the brunette devil sporting a smirk on his lips, his beautifully deep teal eyes drag to yours in such amusement that you almost wish you could read his mind. His hair is tied back in his signature style of course — albeit the stray hairs that somehow frame his face perfectly and God you could talk about those eyelashes for days. If there was one thing you knew about the lead vocal for Paradis it was that he was beautiful and admittedly every time he got you out of dance practice it felt wrongly exciting.

“You know you can’t keep stealing my best dancer right? I kinda need her to know the choreography for your songs.” She turns to face him, there’s a dangerous smile lingering on his lips while his hands are pushed deeply into his pockets.

“Just this once.” He promises, it’s a lie and that shouldn’t surprise you.

“That’s what you say everytime.” Nanaba rolls her eyes, “What do you want her for anyway?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He lets out a breathy laugh while leaning against the wall behind him, something lights up in his eyes as you walk over though you and Nanaba share the same expression, unimpressed.

“She’s right.” You back the head choreographer for two reasons. 1) She’s extremely scary when she wants to be, the majority of that includes the next time she sees you after Eren pulls you away. 2) You’d already missed a countless amount of practices due to the boy anyway. Though it was hard to say no, not when he was the sole reason you were on this tour anyway. Besides, Nanaba knows what he says goes, he’s not necessarily her superior but the second Paradis’ star boy starts whining about how he doesn’t like her she’d be gone, that wasn’t something she could afford.

“You’re good at what you do.” He says, pushing himself off the wall. He’s so convinced you’ll come with him because he knows you, you’re friends at this point and that means you’re aware that he never takes no for an answer. “So you’ll have no problem catching up.”

“Come on Eren—“

“Please?” He interrupts, here he goes pulling out the big guns. As if on cue a dejected expression appears on his face, he pouts slightly while gazing down at you longingly. He grabs your arm, tugging you to come along with him.

“Why are you like this?” You sigh, giving Nanaba a sorry look but how could she blame you? You were in the same boat as her, neither of you had the power to say no to Eren Jaeger, and chances are he wouldn’t let you.

As usual the other girls in practice whisper amongst themselves, always speculating between the relationships you and Eren had. The most popular theory was that you were fucking of course but as they’d told you a million times it was nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, you should wear it on your forehead as a sign of pride but the simple fact was that it just wasn’t true. You were friends, and he only wanted to be friends, right?

“Can’t help it.” He murmurs, dipping down so that his lips are practically grazing your earlobe, “I’m lonely without you.”

“If you keep saying stuff like that people will get the wrong idea.” You hit him lightly on the shoulder, much to his amusement.

He cracks a grin, leaning forwards so only you could catch his words. “If you don’t come with me now then I’ll definitely give them the wrong idea.” It’s a threat that he intends to go through with, you know Eren which means you know it’s never a good idea to call his bluff.

You gulp, nodding with agreement. “Okay fine but this is the last time.”

He chuckles to himself, turning on his heel. He’s already eager to get out of here. Truthfully, the only time he has any interaction with Nanaba, or any of the dancers for that matter is when he comes to watch you. He won’t lie, he’s done some fucked up things to the sight of you dancing, so much so that if he told you he’s sure you’d run for the hills but he can’t help it. Sometimes he burns your movement into his memories so he can jerk off to it the same day, the thought of you moving against him like that was exciting. However, you’ve proven that it’s harder to get into your pants than he would’ve anticipated, no wonder you were a virgin. At times he thought it was more hassle than it was worth but the moment he saw your pretty face again he was sold. He knew he had to have you.

“I’ll practice it later, I swear.” You sport your coach one last bashful smile despite the annoyed look on her face before catching up with the reason for all your troubles. Like it wasn’t hard enough being away from home touring with Paradis, to make matters worse Eren was constantly putting the few bonds you did have here with people on the rocks.

“Where are we going?”

“My dressing room.” He replies like he’s been anticipating your question, he’s got a look on his face that reminds you of an angel but you know better than that, it’s a facade.

“And why’s that?”

“Got a new strand of weed, thought you might wanna try.” He glances down at you as you fall into step besides him. He thinks this position suits you, next to him. “Unless you stopped smoking — already?” His tone is challenging and it annoys you, it annoys you because of course you’d want to prove him wrong. He’s the one that got you hooked on this shit in the first place even though you told him it wasn’t a good idea for a dancer to smoke. You needed all the stamina you could get.

“You know I haven’t.” You say meekly, your gaze falling to the ground. He loved that, loved knowing how much he’s corrupted you. Is it filthy? Maybe. Did he care? Not one bit.

He laughs lightly as you make your way through the back rooms. You’re never at one venue long enough to actually get used to the place, let alone know where you’re going. It made you wonder how much Eren would be wondering around and why? He’s probably taken countless girls to his dressing room already in less than the week you’ve been here.

Make no mistake, you’d been to his dressing room countless times before too. The difference was nothing more than friendly interactions would take place there between the two of you. Still, you found it hard to believe that Eren was just maintaining platonic relationships with all the girls he spoke to. But then why you? You couldn’t put your finger on it. You also couldn’t help the lingering thought in the back of your mind that you were unattractive, maybe he just didn’t wanna fuck you.

“How do you know these corridors so well?” You blurt out your thoughts while taking another turn.

He laughs to himself, looking away. “I like to explore.” Another lie. You weren’t sure if Eren was comfortable with lying so much because he thought you wouldn’t catch on or because he knew you would but he also knew you wouldn’t challenge it. You had a feeling it was the second one. Maybe he liked the exert this twisted sense of power over you.

Eventually, his hand turns one of the door knobs and you step into his dressing room. It’s almost the same as all the rest, almost. It has a clothing rack with whatever his stylists have decided will be best for the three performances they have here, a leather couch against the wall with a coffee table just opposite it and a mounted TV purely for his entertainment. The only difference is that this one has a bed, now that caused your eyebrow to raise a little. You knew that some nights Eren would rather sleep in his dressing room than the rowdy tour bus. You supposed he got a bed added for that reason, you couldn’t see him and all his 6ft2 glory fitting on that couch anyway.

Though, much to your surprise Connie, Jean and Armin were here. You’d had interactions with them multiple times, particularly Jean who could only be described as a flirt though you weren’t sure you would consider them to be friends. Essentially, the entire band of Paradis sat in anticipation while Jean rolled one up, it was hard to feel like you weren’t intruding on something.

“Finally.” Armin collapses onto the bed, seeing the two of you walk through the door. “You’re back.”

“What took you so long?” Jean glances over at the two of you, him and Connie are situated on the couch leaving one empty spot at the very end.

Eren points behind him at you, “Nanaba was tryna be difficult with me.”

“You know you don’t have to ask for her permission right?” Connie quirks up an eyebrow, amused by your meek demeanour.

He places a hand on your back, he’s teasing you. “She likes it when I’m polite.”

Armin chuckles, “It’s nice seeing you again y/n.” The other two nod in agreement upon eyeing you head to toe. Sometimes you didn’t understand how surreal your situation was, touring with one of the biggest bands in the world, definitely the hottest members. Somehow even befriending one of them and now you were what? Going to casually light one up with Paradis?

“Yeah, real nice.” Jean is practically liking his lips. Curse you and those stupid shorts you wear for dance practice. Perhaps he ought to be more like Eren and pay you a visit or two. “Eren thinks about you too much.” Connie observes, “Pulled this out and the first thing he’s talking about is how he doesn’t want you to miss it.”

Eren takes a seat besides Jean, you stand there awkwardly not sure where you’re supposed to go.

“Come.” He taps his lap lightly while ignoring Connie’s comment, gesturing you to sit on it. Naturally your eyes widen and of course he finds it amusing. He smiles, looking at his other bandmates. “It’s not a big deal, right guys?” They nod routinely and you swallow whatever is stuck in your throat before slowly walking over and taking a seat. Eren has a satisfied grin as you try to situate yourself, you don’t expect him to place both his hands on your hips, holding you down.

“Who wants to go first?” Jean asks while Connie holds a lighter to the blunt. Across the room you see Armin close the window, they intend to hotbox, great. Looks like you wouldn’t be practicing later today after all.

“Ladies first.” Eren taps your thigh, Jean hands it over to you, they all watch intently as you take the first hit. “Look, she doesn’t even cough anymore.” Eren teases while rubbing your back, the others laugh while you blow out the smoke.

“Sorry.” You say shyly, “I think I got lipgloss on it.” They all wave you off hearing a string of it’s fine and it’s okays fill up the air. You hand it back to Jean and allow it to rotate around the room. It doesn’t take many hits for you all to get high, now you’re putty in Eren’s hands, all laughing and giggling while you run your fingertips down his chiselled chest talking about whatever nonsense the topic of discussion was.

You feel like you’re zoning in and out of reality leaning into the crook of Eren’s neck while he’s got an arm draped around your waist. Connie and Armin are engrossed in their own conversation while him and Jean talk amongst themselves. “Wanna share whats left?” Jean asks, but he’s not looking at the blunt, he looks between you and Eren. A devilish smile is on his lips and you can’t really discern what he means because there is nothing left to share.

You feel a chuckle reverberate against Eren’s chest, he shakes his head lightly. “Not this time, I’ve been dreaming about this one.”

“Oh I get it.” Jean grins, he places a hand on your thigh before speaking up once more, “It was nice seeing you y/n, you should come around more. Don’t wait for Eren to invite you.” He begins standing up, Connie and Armin glance at eachother, seemingly having some shared understanding as they stand too.

“Bye guys.” You wave, looking up at them through those pretty eyelashes of yours and for a second Jean almost considers saying fuck it to Eren but he doesn’t. They trail out slowly, all leaving some lingering touches on your body until it’s just you and Eren left.

You figure now is a good time to climb out of his lap but he holds your hips in place, “Where are you going? You don’t wanna keep me warm?” He asks, it’s a whisper against your neck and it sends all types of goosebumps crawling down your body.

You giggle, your brain is too fogged up to think straight. “Erenn.” You drag out his name while he flips you over so that you’re straddling him. Once he gets a look at your face he knows there’s no use trying to conceal the hard on in his pants.

“Hmm?” He hums, running his hand up and down your thigh. He’d been working on this for months, literal months. Now that he had you right where he wanted you there was no way he was letting you slip away. Today, it was now or never.

“What does this tattoo mean?” You snuggle your head in his chest, the weed is making you slightly tired.

“This one?” He glances between you and the art on his body. He smiles to himself, his eyes trailing off somewhere. “I’ll tell you another time.” Seeing how you were on the verge of literally falling asleep there was no time for him to waste talking about absolute nonsense. He needed you today, now.

“You always say that.” You whine, hitting him lightly. You can tell he’s amused from the airy laugh that escapes his nose. “I tell you everything about me but you never tell me about you.”

“Yeah?” His eyebrows quirk up, “You tell me everything like what? That you’re a virgin? You don’t drink? You were too scared to smoke?” He’s mocking you, you know that he is but he does it so sweetly while brushing some hair out of your face.

“You remember that?” You ask, of course he remembers. It’s all he thinks about when he sees you. That you’re untouched, pure, you probably don’t know how to make yourself feel good. He wants nothing more than to destroy you, corrupt you even. Whenever he sees you he gets hard, so hard. He knows that you feel it, the bulge prodding against your shorts but you haven’t said a word. You’d never sat on a mans lap before, you assumed it was normal and that drove him insane.

“I listen to the things you tell me.” He smiles, it’s so easy to think he cares, that he’s just a concerned friend and nothing more. “On the bright side that’s one down.”

“One down?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you’ve smoked now so what’s left? A couple drinks and losing your virginity? Seems easy enough.”

You look away, “I still haven’t found the right guy.”

“Oh yeah? What happened to your little boyfriend?”

“W-We’re on a break.” You mutter, embarrassed. Now it makes sense, you hadn’t mentioned him in a while and Eren wasn’t sure why considering when the two of you first met he was all you would talk about. He respected it though, he’d fucked enough girls with boyfriends that he thought it was rare to find someone like you.

“A break?” He chuckles, “So you’re not together anymore?” Everything was coming together perfectly.

“We are, I’m meeting him tomorrow to talk about it, we just had and argument.” Your voice trails off, it’s obvious you don’t want to talk about the situation between you and your boyfriend but of course Eren can’t help his curiosity.

“So you two have never—?”

“No.”

“Why not? He’s your boyfriend, isn’t that the right guy?”

“I don’t know.” You mumble.

“You poor thing.” He says, pushing you further down against his crotch. He was close, so close. “You don’t know what it’s like to feel good.”

“F-Feel good?”

“Yeah you know from sex, or are you afraid to talk about that too?” He teases, he’s about to have you right where he wants you and he can taste it.

“I’m not I just — I don’t know, maybe it’ll happen one day and I can feel good too.”

Bingo.

His eyes widen before he catches his composure. He’s got you now hook, line and sinker.

“You know.” He begins, “I bet I could make you feel good.”

“What?”

“Just a suggestion, you’re my friend of course I’d help you out where I can.” There’s a smirk on his lips. Damn him and his stupidly perfect features. And fuck the weed you’ve both consumed that’s clouding your senses.

“I-I don’t know.” You become nervous, retracting from him a little.

“Come on, I’ll be good to you, so good I promise.” He’s just able to hold back from bucking up into you but he’s not sure how long he’ll last.

“You will?”

“I swear.” He places a hand on his heart.

“But my boyfriend—“

“You guys are on a break, you’re not together. Think about him and all the girls he’s fucked, do you wanna be the only one with no experience?” He coos, rubbing your back. He was a starboy in two things, music and being a complete world class manipulator. Really this was getting him off even more, knowing he’d send your virgin pussy to your boyfriend tomorrow completely wrecked by him.

“What would we do?” You ask, becoming more receptive to the idea.

“Whatever you want, whatever makes you feel good.”

“I-I don’t know what I want to do.” You stammer, Gosh that makes him even harder. You really didn’t even know where to start in the sex department, he couldn’t believe it. A girl as beautiful as you, with those eyes and that dream body, how? How have you never been touched before?

“Want me to show you something?” He asks, you hesitate for a moment but end up nodding.

“Here.” He grabs your hips with both his hands, “Move against me, I’ll help you.” He rolls you against his crotch and throws his head backwards, he couldn’t take it. He needed to be inside you. It feels so good, you feel so good against him like this even with the fabric separating the two of you. You let out a whimper and his eyes shoot open to garner your expression.

“You like that?” He asks, grinding you against him harder.

“Y-Yes.” You position yourself directly above his bulge, your breath hitches with a moan as you feel it attempting to prod into you while you push against it. Your sounds are music to his ears and he can’t believe he’s actually enjoying dry humping, he feels like a virgin again.

He picks up the speed, looking up at you even though you’re seemingly lost in pleasure. “Wanna try moving by yourself baby?” He asks, he guides your arms around his neck so you can be in a secure position. You nod before picking up the pace again and he thinks he might lose his mind.

He glances down to see a dark patch forming against the crotch area of your grey shorts. Fuck you’re so wet for him and the two of you haven’t even had any skin to skin contact yet.

He lets out a moan which encourages you to go faster. “I-I feel like—“ You can hardly get the words out between your moans, there’s an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can’t quite put your fingers on.

“Come on, get on my thigh.” He repositions you because he knew if you kept going he’d cum in his pants and there was only one place he was aiming to nut tonight and that was inside of you.

“W-Why?”

“Just trust me.” He says, tapping against your hips as a sign to start moving again. You don’t have the bulge prodding against your entrance but quickly the feeling returns.

“Eren—“ You moan out his name, he thought he was already rock solid but now he was so hard that it was physically hurting him to be in these constraints. He needed you so bad.

“What is it baby?” He asks, watching you move against him, your shorts were practically drenched at this point.

“I think I’m gonna—“

“You’re gonna cum? Do it, for me.” Something snaps in your stomach at his words and euphoria washes over you, you’re seeing white while he continues to move your hips allowing you to ride out your high. You’re moaning uncontrollably before practically collapsing into his chest once you’re done.

“Fuck.” He says eyes wide while rubbing your back, “Think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?” You mutter against his shoulder blade, breathless.

“Yeah shit.” He glances down, pulling at the waistband of your shorts. “You’re drenched for me.”

“That felt good.” You say, pulling away from his chest so he can get a better look at your lower half.

“Yeah?” He finds it amusing, so much so that he let’s out a small chuckle. “I told you so, didn’t I?”

“What else can you do?” Fuck you were so eager for him, so eager for him to make you feel good he couldn’t believe it.

“You’re so greedy.” He says while picking you up before placing you down on the bed that Armin was on just minutes before. This all felt so wrong, so dirty but you wanted it all the same, wanted it so bad.

“I can show you something else.” He cages you underneath him, pressing his lips against your neck while be sucked on it. It didn’t even take a minute for him to find your sweet spot, to have you whimpering and squirming underneath him. “Do you want me to?” He whispers against your earlobe.

You nod eagerly but he doesn’t take it as an answer. “Need to hear you say it.”

“Yes Eren, I want you to.”

“Good.” He pulls away, burning the mental image of you sprawled out on the bed, peering up at him expectantly into his mind. Fuck he wishes he could take a picture and cherish this for ages, he’d jack off to it daily if he could.

Slowly, you watch as he tugs against your waistband, slowly pulling your shorts down until your lace panties are all that are in his way. “Look at you.” He whispers, he’s talking to himself more than he is to you. “So pretty, I knew it. Better than what I imagined.” He’s practically salivating as he moves your underwear to the side, faced with your bare pussy.

You hide your face out of nervousness, “You’ve been thinking about me?”

He pushes your hands to the side, wanting nothing more to see your face while he deals with you. “Do you want the truth?” He asks, his fingers dip down into your wetness, brushing over your clit. A light moan escapes your mouth before you nod. “I’ve been thinking about this for months, I wanted to fuck you ever since I laid eyes on you. Touched myself to you more times than you could know.”

Your breath hitched, the way he was speaking to you was so lewd you should almost be offended but it made you want him more. You wanted him so bad that you began to clench around nothing.

“Oh you like when I speak to you like that? Noted.” He brings your own slick up to your mouth, watching you suck his fingers before he removes it, putting it into his own mouth. He gives you almost no time to recover, desperate to be back against you once more. He kisses your thighs, giving you some time to ease into the feeling of him around you so intimately like this. The thought of getting head from him drove you almost insane with anticipation.

Eventually he pulls your hips closer to him on the edge of the bed, removing your panties completely. “If I fuck you good after this, will you let me keep these?” He holds them up in the air, it’s almost embarrassing how drenched they are but you nod anyway. Anything for him to get on with it.

"Shit baby." He mutters before putting his mouth on you, you moaned instantly, it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, this time he didn't give you a moment to ease into it which made you close your legs around him.

"Open." He demands and you oblige, you couldn't even speak in response all you could do was moan at the way he was moving against you. He added a few fingers into the mix which made you go wild. If this is what sex was like it was a bummer you hadn’t done it sooner. On the bright side, you were doing it with Eren Jaeger of all people, the Eren Jaeger, and he wasn’t shy to show you how experienced he was. He grinned at how obedient you were, for some reason there wasn't a feeling in the world that he adored more. He could die right here and be the happiest man on earth.

He places your hands in his hair, guiding you to tug and pull on it. You guessed it was probably a kink of his but you enjoyed it anyway. The way he moaned against you when you pulled at him sent vibrations throughout your body. His hairband falls loose and you can’t help but think he looks like his absolute best like this, ravishing you while somehow lost in his own pleasure.

He's got both of your plump thighs in his hands, hooked under your legs. He's almost raising you off of the bed slightly, wanting to taste every last bit of you.

"I can't, I'm gonna—" You couldn't even finish your sentence, he was too much, having no mercy on you. Tears of pleasure begun to prick your eyes while he mocks you.

"You're gonna what? Use your words gorgeous." He looks up at you between your legs, your head is tilted back, eyes contorted in pleasure. He took a mental note of it, in all his years of living it was the best thing he'd ever seen.

"I'm gonna cum ‘Ren."

"Do it" Almost as if it was on command you came unravelled there, you were practically seeing stars. If it wasn't for you pulling him away by his hair he would've kept ravaging you, he couldn't help it, couldn't get enough of you.

He leaned in again to kiss you, he wanted you to taste yourself, to pay back the treat you'd given him, "Fuck." You said once you'd caught your breath, he chuckled at your disheveled state before sitting up slightly.

“What do you think your boyfriend would say if he could see you now?” He cocks his head to the side playfully. “Do you think you belong to him?”

You shake your head, “No.”

“Then who do you belong to?”

“You.”

The corner of his lips tug upwards. “Good girl, you’ve been so good for me.” He begins to unbuckle his belt as you watch intently. You could already see the his hard on through his black jeans but as soon as they were off you practically gasped. His print was evident through his boxers and to say he was massive was an understatement.

You watch as he begins palming himself through his boxers, as if he wasn’t already hard enough. “What do you say, you wanna touch?” You lean forward, running your hands up and down his clothed shaft and you hear him groan lowly.

“Fuck tell me you’re ready for me baby — been wanting this for ages.”

“I’m ready.” The moment the words come out of your mouth he pins you against the bed, once he pulls his boxers down his cock springs free and your eyes widen. It's even larger than you thought it would be. It's pretty, tanned just up until his tip which was pink. You could see the vein running along the side and genuinely asked, “Will that fit?”

“Gonna make it fit.” He throws his head back as he drags it through your folds, feeling your wetness warm him up makes him go crazy. You squirm underneath him, the base of his cock grazes over your clit more than once. “All the things I wanna do to you.” He whispers, “Gonna fuck you like crazy, I’ll be so good to you.”

“P-Please Eren, I want it, I want you.”

“Say it again.” He dips his head down so his ear is against your mouth, he wants to hear you crystal clear.

“I want you—“ You’re interrupted by the intrusive feeling of his head passing by your folds. It hurts, it hurts more than you can imagine as he pushes deeper inside of you. He’s moaning as he pushes into you you’re not sure why.

“Shit baby you’re so tight, too tight.” He groans, knitting his eyebrows together like he’s concentrating on not doing something.

“Ren it hurts.” You say, unintentionally clenching around him further.

“Wait don’t—“ Before he can finish his sentence you hear him whimper against your neck, something warm starts spilling inside of you and your eyes widen at his light moans. It takes an entire minute for him to realise whats just happened as he pulls away and out of you slowly.

“Did you just—“ You look down, seeing white seed spilling out of you.

His cheeks grow hot while he takes in the sight before him. Fuck another kink he didn’t even know he had, now he wants to breed you. “Why are you looking at me like that? It’s your fault.” He says with exasperation, “Why’d you grip me so hard?”

“What? I-I’m not, didn’t mean to.” You mumble, unsure of what he means. Was this supposed to happen? Considering this was your first time doing this you didn’t know how embarrassing this was for Eren and he was grateful for it. He’d never came just from entering a girl alone, then again he’d never fucked anyone as tight as you. This was going to be harder than he thought. You’d made him reach his high in record time and fuck did it feel good.

“It’s okay, I’ll forgive you this time.” He says, lining himself up against your entrance again, “Try to loosen up baby please, I wanna fuck you.” He begs, you’re not sure what he wants you to do. You’re as wet as you could be right now.

He pushes himself in once more though slower this time, his girth made it a little painful at first and he recognised that. He knows it hurts and he’s trying to give you the time to adjust but his patience is just running so thin. You hissed, your back arching against the bed while he coaxes you into calming down by pressing kisses against your face.

You winced a little causing him to rub your temple, "Just a little more okay? You can take it." You nodded as he pushed in a little further, a moan escaping from your lips. He settled for a moment after bottoming out, bringing his lips to yours to distract you from the pain once again. A tear escaped your eye and he places a kiss on it but you could feel his dick twitching inside of you. He liked seeing you cry.

“You can move.” You say, he wastes no time picking up the pace, fucking himself into you. He loved this, you were like his tight little fuck doll, he was putting everything into not cumming again. Eventually the pain subsides into pleasure for you and you can hardly form a coherent thought at the way he’s hitting all the right spots.

"You still need to loosen up for me." He says between moans, while thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. He was so much more vocal than you would’ve expected but you loved it, you loved being fucked by Eren Jaeger.

"I-I have." Your sweet voice almost cracks between the pleasure. Squeezing him a little tighter as he talks to you. It wasn’t your fault, you weren’t doing it on purpose.

You can feel him laugh, muttering against your neck, "Think you might just be too tight, fucking virgin.” He mutters the last part but you still catch it.

"Think your dicks too big." You shoot back but he continues anyway. He begun experimenting with the angles, knowing he's found your G-spot with one particular moan from you.

"Shit, faster Eren." You asked causing him to grin to himself, your wish was his command. He was still cautious that he didn't want to hurt you but he was picking up the pace to the point where you wondered what kind of stamina this man had. If he'd asked you anything now there was no way you'd be able to formulate a single world, your head was in the clouds.

“You’re a fucking selfish bitch you know that?” He asks between the lewd sound of slapping filling the air. “Keeping this pussy from me for so long.” He slaps your clit and you’re so sure that the entire building could hear you at this point but he didn’t care, you were sure of it. “Shit you’re mine, all mine you hear me?”

You don’t respond, letting him fuck you into the clouds. “I’m talking to you.” He brings you back to earth, his hands surrounding themselves around your throat relentlessly.

“I-I’m yours.” You struggle to get the words out but do it eventually.

“Good girl, you gonna let me cum in this pussy again aren’t you? Gonna let me do it inside?” His tone is questioning but his words are a demand, he’s going to do it whether you like it or not.

“Yes ‘Ren.”

He hums with satisfaction before grabbing your hand and placing it on your clit while he continues to thrust into you, “Come, touch yourself.”

Your hands freeze and eyebrows knit together, you’ve got no clue what to do and that becomes painfully obvious to him. “Need some help?” He places your thumb on your clit while putting his own over it, moving them both in a circular motion.

“What? Too much?” You’re babbling incoherently and he’s beyond amused, you’re practically creaming on his dick and he knows that all the months of waiting was worth it. This was the best pussy he’s ever had.

The familiar knot is back in your stomach but you can’t bring yourself to warn him this time, he only knows it once you start clenching around him uncontrollably. “Oh fuck.” His moans slice through your own. Your high sends him into his own estacy, no amount of focus could stop this from happening when you were this tight around him. He came so hard, harder than he ever had before, squirts of cum filled you up and you could feel it continue to pile on even when you'd thought it had stopped. His deep moans resounded the room, he sounded amazing.

He played with your nipples while continuing to fuck the two of you into overstimulation, he didn’t care. He was drunk on this, “Can’t stop fuck I can’t stop.” He threw his head back, releasing another load into you. The next feeling was unfamiliar, you felt liquid gushing out of you and onto his bare V-line as his eyes widened. “Do it again.” He continues bucking into you, slapping his hands against your clit until you squirt some more.

Once he’d pushed himself to the absolute limit he finally slowed down, pulling out of you. Your body was shaking underneath him and you looked like you weren’t even present. “Didn’t know virgin pussy could do that.” He grins, taking in your fucked out state. Almost immediately the look on your face makes him hard again.

He attempts to line himself back up again but you’re still clenching around nothing and he knows he’s got no chance of getting back in there. “What? You need a little rest?” He perks up, he’s teasing you as usual. “Don’t care, this is my pussy now which means you’re gonna be good to me right, gonna let me go again?”

All you can do is whimper, jolting as he runs his hands over your body lightly.

“Gonna fuck you everyday from now on, you ready? This is just practice.”

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fqiryspit · 2 years

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eren loves to eat your sweet little pussy after a long day at work, he barges into your bedroom and leaps onto the bed, immediately taking his shirt off and working on your pants

"e-eren, what are you doing?" you'd ask as you're left in only your panties, he rips them off to see your swollen cunt throbbing for help

he is pissed. so fucking pissed off at his dumbass job, he needs to get rid of his pent-up stress and your pretty little pussy is his stress ball

he dives right in, your hands wrapped around his hair suffocating him into your cunt -his tongue is going over every edge, every slit, every hole you have.

you scream as he sloppily makes out with your pussy, hands gripping into your plush thighs to hold them up for him, he stops and kisses your clit to suck on your pussy lips to let your abused cunt rest for a minute - cherish it, it's your only break

you're humping his face, and he loves it, you're riding his mouth over and over again you're so close but he pulls away letting your taste the testing he felt, the annoyance he dragged at work.

"p-please let me cum"

"no"

you wince at his words but he dives back in, buckle up because you'll only cum when he tells you so

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lixieisgod · 1 year

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11:11 a.m.

Eren sit on my face and kill me Yeager.

he just can’t help himself when it comes to you, he tries to keep his hands to himself and dick in his pants, but he just can’t. i mean why tf would he when his girlfriend is literally a real life princess.

he lives for his head being smushed by your pretty trembling thighs, he always offers to “clean you up” when you two are done having sex. at first you though he meant a shower but turns out he just wanted your pussy in his mouth.

“r-rennn, fuck, fuckkk that’s itt”! you screamed out as you felt his tongue working on your puffy sensitive clit. he was eating you out like a starved man, his tongue not missing a single spot.

he just blew your fucking back out, you couldn’t even think straight the only things in your mind being “eren, need eren, ren’ feels so fucking good” .

you bucked your hips pushing yourself more onto him, riding his face with your fingers tangled in his long hair.

“fuck babyyy, mhmm, g-gonna cum, gonna cum” tears began streaming down your face, as your legs grew weaker, you felt eren’s strong hold grip onto your thighs pulling you down to stabilize you in place. with the final stroke of his tongue on your clit, your pussy squirted all over his face.

you could feel the smile on eren’s face.

as your orgasm weakened you got off of him. only to see him smiling as though he’d just won the lottery, in his mind this was even better than winning the lottery.

with a smile on his face, and bliss in his eyes he spoke “can i eat you out again baby, you taste sweet”?

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shiniren · 2 years

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Pornstar Eren HeadCanons

Small idea that popped into my head.

First time writing/publishing smut jsjsj

Eren hated his job, having to go around fucking other girls that weren't you, having to act like he enjoyed fucking them. He doesn't enjoy it at all, but it's the way he gets his money and the reason you have a house to live in.

A way Eren survives in the studio is pretending he's fucking you, that the one trembling underneath him is you, and it's your pussy that's squeezing his cock tightly. To him it's not them that's moaning his name, he imagines it's you doing all that.

But Eren would still always come home from work feeling guilty, feeling as if he had actually cheated on you, and even when you tell him it's fine and it's just his job, his heart just feels heavier.

What makes him feel better is when you kiss him, putting your warm lips against his, it makes him happy remembering that even though he's had sex with people that weren't you, he'd never kissed any one of them. His lips were only yours to kiss.

The downside of Eren being a pornstar, is when you’re horny. You hate bothering him when he comes from work tired. So you keep it to yourself until you can’t, but instead of going to Eren you go to the bathroom and get yourself off there.

But even if you don’t tell Eren, he always knows when you’re needy, so no matter how secretive you are, he'll still figure it out. And once he knows, he wants to fuck you so badly, but he can't, his body too tired and too heavy to move.

So the next morning once he’s less tired, he fucks you gently, and even if you want him to go rough he won't, because he wants to take it all in, not the moment of his cock being deep inside his co-stars, but it being inside of you, that’s the moments he loves most.

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arminsumi · 10 months

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Eren not caring about how clingy he's being in public; hugging you from behind while you shop, kissing your hand while you're busy reading packaging and hholding on to or touching you in some way while eating

Also I hope you sleep well at night, with all your beautiful work, you more than deserve it<3

YOU'RE SO SWEET ty!! 😭💗

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ CLINGY

Hcs | Eren

⚠️Cws; FLUFF, clinginess

Notes; gn!reader x bf!Eren, modern au

░ 🍒 Eren doesn't care if he draws people's attention in public. He vines his arms around you and holds you tight tight. Past his intimidating front, he's really just a big warm teddy bear who wants constant snuggles. And he wants to hold you now, not later. You can't make him wait.

░ 🍒 He ain't just gonna give you one kiss in public, he's gonna give you a dozen.

░ 🍒 Hugs you from behind and plants tender kisses on your neck, sometimes he sways with you. "Eren, I'm trying to read." You giggle, your eyes focusing on the packaging.

░ 🍒 It doesn't matter if you're standing in the deli aisle or if you're checking out at the cashier; Eren keeps his hands on you one way or another.

░ 🍒 At the cafe, he paws at the hem of your shirt and pulls you closer when he's needy for kisses. "Kiss me, baby, please." he begs. If you give him just a peck, he'll pout and say: "Nuh-uh, I want a proper kiss."

░ 🍒 Eren will give you a big MWA on your cheek when you're busy forking down a plate of food. It makes you giggle through a mouthful. "Gimme a bite." He asks, opening his mouth expectantly. He tastes your food, thinks for a bit, and says, "Hm, it's good, but you taste better."

░ 🍒 He will keep a hand on your waist at parties. He's just making sure that you don't go anywhere. Eren's a very protective and possessive lover.

░ 🍒 LOVES hugging and spooning with you in bed. He wants to keep as physically close as possible to you. Loves feeling your warmth; it puts him to sleep like a baby. Often nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

░ 🍒 He waits until you wake up next to him so you can disentangle his bed hair. He happily lays on your chest and listens to your heartbeat while you do it.

░ 🍒 Eren does NOT let you leave bed in the mornings. Expect to be late for work/school 🤭

#🐦 freedom boy #fluff #eren #eren yaegar #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren aot #eren jaeger #eren yeager #aot #snk #attack on titan #hcs #headcanons #eren headcanons #eren jaeger x reader #aot eren #snk eren

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umeoniii · 8 months

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giving aot men head

eren, reiner, jean, levi, armin

(=^x^=)

eren:

hair puller. he pulls your hair esp when it feels nice. he pushes your head, like he pushes your head to the point your choking, gag reflex or not. and he just does it over and over while his eyes are rolling to the back of his head. erens words are more taunting and meanish. like he

says things like “i bet you won’t even last 2 minutes with me in your mouth” like he’s trying to challenge you. when he cums he switches up where he does it. sometimes in your mouth. sometimes he lays his tip on the tip of ur nose and cums there. when he really wants to get on ur nerves he’ll do it on your forehead so it gets in your hair. he plays around a lot. sometimes he’s just serious and mean though.

reiner:

don’t even know what he is. i just know he likes recieving head. he doesn’t like to be too rough, but sometimes he just can’t help it ya know? sometimes the way you’re practically swallowing him makes him literally go berserk. so if he pushes you or grabs you so hard his intentions aren’t to hurt you. he talks a good few phrases. “fuck hon’- feels s’ good” or “hah..’ look so pretty, when.. when you do this.” depending on how far in he is, makes up for how much he speaks.

he prefers to cum in your mouth and when he’s about to cum is when he starts to talk oh so fast about how much he loves you. between him being in your throat and how fast and breathy he’s speaking, you have absolutely no clue what he’s saying . i also agree with everyone’s statement that he cries during sex.

he probably would start tearing up more than you are from having a full mouth . and definitely after he orgasms, he just probably starts full on crying and needs some time alone. that’s just sometimes, not all the time!

jean:

praises u to death. the whole time besides whining and grunting he’s literally trying to get out how good you are to him and how good you always make him feel. sometimes he kind of gets super sentimental and just ruins the sexy mood a bit, bcs he’s talking so much. but it really is super sweet how nice he’s being about it. he likes it when you look up at him, your eyes all sparkly and pretty lookin. sometimes he just caresses your face, hands all shaky and clammy. he just can’t help how much he wants to touch you and have you know that he loves u. jean doesn’t care where he comes if you’re giving him a handjob as well he likes it on your hands or just in your mouth.

levi:

he likes it so much so his whole demeanor changes when you go down on him. he starts breathing all heavy and he gets quieter, he doesn’t even have time to be sassy anymore. he’s pushes your head as well, not much hesitation, unless he like is super into it, at that point he’ll just leave it up to you.

he just grunts and groans the whole time and rubs your back. sometimes he’s looking down at you, other times his head is leaned back towards the ceiling with his eyes shut. and surprisingly he likes cumming onto your face. he thinks it’s hotter when its on your face. he’ll make you wipe it with your fingers and lick it off.

armin:

nvr rlly knows what 2 do. even when it’s been like your 100th time suckin him off he doesn’t know where 2 put his hands. so he just kind of hesitantly rests his hands on your shoulders or head. n he tries his hardest to keep quiet but it’s absolutely so difficult to. so he’s just super duper loud and whiny for the whole world to hear. it’s why you can’t have sex w him outside of the comfort of your own home. he doesn’t like being super rough so he just kind of lets u take over and do what you want. sometimes you ask him to be more involved and he tries. maybe he’ll snake his fingers into your hair and push it a little. he doesn’t have a preference on where he cums because he doesn’t really control it, he just does it whenever it happens.

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bloompompom · 11 months

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Remember how I said Eren isn't super into lingerie? Yeah, well, he really doesn’t like it now.

content: ~1.6k words. eren jaeger x fem!reader. switch-y, teasing, a lil nasty, eren dgaf about your expensive lingerie :( explicit sexual content, explicit language. reader discretion advised. 18+ a/n: sorry, i have no idea where this came from, so it might be rushed. i hope you don't mind ♡

Eren discovered this hatred when you revealed your newest set to him.

Okay, ‘discovered’ was putting it lightly. If you asked him, he would say it was a lesson learned the hard way.

You finally caved and bought that pretty set you’d been longing for. One crack was all you needed. That moment when you finally said, ‘Fuck it, I deserve this,’ and clicked that little button at the bottom of your phone screen. It wasn’t an impulsive purchase if it’d been sitting in your cart for the last week. Even if it took a glass of wine and an encouraging text from your best friend before you could pull the trigger.

The reason you hesitated—the sole reason you hesitated was because you knew you’d be the only one to appreciate the lingerie. You could see it now. You’d spend all of ten minutes admiring yourself in the mirror, just for your boyfriend to have it on the floor in even less time than that. Like it was nothing more than any old pair of B-tier underwear.

You made it sound harsh. That was what Eren thought, at least. What was the big deal, after all? Of course you looked great in it—you looked great in everything you wore. But that was because you were you, and Eren wanted to see as much of you as he could. Could you blame him?

Don’t get him wrong, you looked fantastic in it. When you surprised him that evening, all cute and giggly, he gave the lingerie the attention it deserved. He even had you do an embarrassing twirl for him. But as soon as Eren pulled you into his lap, the two of you sat on the edge of your bed, he started to play with one of the bra straps.

It was almost at your elbow when you shied away with a gentle roll of your shoulder. “I was thinking I could keep it on. Just for a little while longer.”

It confused him, and he didn’t hide it well. You could read it on his face, eyes bewildered and peeking through the lowly-browed look he was giving you. “Why?”

“It’s something different,” you flirted, like you could possibly sell him on the idea. You even went as far as to walk your fingers up his arm. “Leaves something to the imagination.”

Eren’s expression was steadfast, still unamused. “Isn’t it a little late for that?”

You were keeping it on. “It was expensive!”

“Then why did you buy it?”

“Because I thought it would make me feel good!”

This was it; you could hear it in your voice. The little inflection at the end gave it away. It was the turning point. The tippy top of the mountain. Where this could either become an argument or one of you (Eren) could grow up.

Eren, after spending years at your side, picked up on it, too. And while he was infamous for starting arguments, there was no way he was going to let that happen. Not now. Not with you, wearing something as frail as doilies, perched on his lap. Even if there was a pout on your face, it was the prettiest one he’d ever seen.

His voice was a smooth hum when he said, “I can make you feel good.”

That wasn’t the way you meant it, but you didn’t fight him on it because he had already brought his lips to you. At your neck first, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your skin as he scooped you off his lap and laid you back on the bed.

He leaned over you, breath hot against your ear, with fingers toying along the delicate hem of your panties. There was a shiver down your spine just as he whispered, “And how am I supposed to do that if you keep these on?”

But you were never one to give in that easily.

“Like this,” you purred, pushing lightly against Eren’s chest so he’d roll to your side. You took his hand into yours and snaked it between your legs. You steered his hand for him, the pads of his fingers rubbing over your clothed clit.

Eren felt the wet spot. It coated the tips of his fingers before he even had your panties off—yes, he was still determined to get them off.

He tore a sharp breath in through his nose—pulled himself together—and started to circle your clit, eagerly, and you released his hand from your grasp. You gasped, hands pawing at Eren until you were helping him out of his shirt. It was the only break he gave you, his fingers quick to return between your legs.

“Feels so good,” you whispered on a shaky exhale. Your vision was glossy, heavy lids fluttering over your eyes as you waded in summery pools of pleasure.

Eren’s slick fingers slipped between you, and he used it as an excuse to try and push your underwear aside.

And how tempting it was—to let him have his way with you. With his fingers, his tongue, or his cock. To let him get you off as many times as you wanted, only because you knew he was committed to proving his point tonight.

But, unfortunately for Eren, you were just as stubborn. You corrected him each and every time he let his fingers wander a bit too far. He gave up eventually, not even bothering to peel back your bralette before licking and sucking at your nipples. Even over the flimsy fabric, his warm lips and tongue had you grinding against his hand.

Surely, he must have won you over by now.

Eren kissed his way lower, breath ghosting over your ribs and just below your navel with nothing more than a tickle. He tried again to tug at the band of your panties.

You inched back. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Eren bit back his response, offering nothing but a groan. Practically a whine.

He was getting really sick and tired of this fucking stupid, frilly thing.

You were torturing him now. Fueled off nothing but your own amusement. You somehow found teasing him to be more delicious than letting him make you come.

Eren knew it, too. He could see it in that glint in your eye. It was wicked, but God, did it do something for him. So he returned your panties where they belonged.

He brought his mouth between your legs, kissing down your slit, and even that overwhelmed him. He was absolutely pathetic for it, considering there was still a layer separating you, but he was already weak to you. Everything about you was intoxicating. Your heat, your scent—fuck.

He started licking at you like there was nothing between you, like the lace wasn’t rough against his tongue. He was a mess, his cock achy enough to have him rutting into the mattress for relief. He wanted everything you’d give him. Whatever he could get, even if he had to taste you through these goddamn panties.

There was no way you were going to wear those again.

It wasn’t long before they were ruined. Drenched in slick, spit, and the lewd combination of the two after you came.

You were still catching your breath, still caught in the waves of it, when Eren yanked off his sweatpants and flipped you onto your stomach. Your legs were wobbly, too tired to hold yourself up, even on your knees.

It didn’t matter; he pinned you to the bed anyway.

Eren’s thumb hooked the crotch of your underwear and tucked it in the crease of your thigh. He lined his cock up with your entrance, his body caged over you, and waited until you perked your ass up—begging for him not with your words but with your body—before he filled you with a slow and deep tilt of his hips.

That was the softest he was with you. After you had a moment to adjust—feel the shudder that ran through his body as he bottomed out inside you—he fucked you into the mattress. The way he thought you deserved after acting like such a tease.

You loved it so much. So, so much. As tough as Eren wanted to act, you still felt his neediness in every one of his thrusts. He was desperate for you. It had you reeling, high off him and him alone.

You chanted his name in crass moans. “I’m close. I’m gonna—I’m coming,” you whimpered. An announcement that was smothered by the pillowcase.

“You can’t come like this,” Eren taunted.

He knew you were helpless then, twitchy and writhing in ecstasy beneath him. That was the reason you were dumb to it when you heard your panties rip. No, not just rip but tear. Loudly and until they were no longer digging into your sides but crumpled to the sheets.

“That’s better.”

But there was still some use left in them.

Eren pulled out, jerking himself off until he spilled over your back. Gravelly curses and groans buzzed in your ears, dissipating to heavy breaths as he sat back on his knees. He reached for the tattered lace and used what was left of it to clean you up, your body all doughy but still quivering below him.

It was a weak attempt, if you could even call it that. There was no argument, but he had still won, and he wanted to rub it in your face.

You glared at him from over your shoulder. “Those were expensive.”

He flicked them aside like he didn’t even hear what you said.

“You used my card for them,” Eren reminded. Your eyes widen at his knowing smile. “You think I don’t check my own credit card statement?”

He ignored the daggers you were throwing and laughed. There’s that pretty pout again.

“You can buy as many pairs as you want.” He kissed the middle of your back. “As long as I can rip them off.”

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