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certifiedjaeger · 2 years

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“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified” with Eren pls. Thank you. ❤️

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Character: Eren Jaeger x fem!reader

Prompt: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Word Count: 3K+

A/N: thank you <3!! I hope you like this 😌💕 I didn’t have a lot of time to edit this so I’m sorry if it’s like…..a lil janky 💀 (includes: angst, fluff, and maybe a smooch or two hehe <3)

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“Eren Jaeger, if you don’t open this door– I swear to god!”

It was 11:15 on what should have been a relaxing Sunday morning… Except here you were, banging on your idiot of a best friend’s door and not relaxed in the slightest. But you had decided that this dramatic behavior of yours was actually absolutely necessary. After all, it had been weeks–several of them, in fact–of him ignoring you; missing your calls, not responding to your texts, practically running in the opposite direction at the mere sight of you. So, yes… your behavior this morning was absolutely necessary. After all, you were only human; you could only take so much.

You don’t understand what exactly had happened. Or what you had done to suddenly make him want nothing to do with you. You had spent the last several weeks replaying everything in your head, trying to figure out just exactly what you had said or what you had done to deserve this, but nothing your mind even tried to conjure up made any sense. As far as you were concerned, everything had been normal–good, even–between you both; there was simply nothing in your previous memories to suggest why he would just suddenly ghost you.

You were still persistent, however. You weren’t ready to give up on your friendship– No, not in the slightest. You cared way too much to just simply let him go and accept not having him in your life. That wasn’t even a possibility as far as you were concerned. Because you knew that whatever it was, you two could figure out; you always had and you knew that you always will. But he was just making it so damn difficult to keep fighting for him. And to remain calm, if you were being honest…

Last night, you decided, had been the final straw, however. You had gone to a simple party at one of the dorms; a party that you were meant to be having fun at, as you were celebrating finally being finished with one of your papers. And yet, you had felt anything but happy last night. Because the moment a certain brown-haired man had locked eyes with you from across the room, he was gone; getting as fast and as far away from you as he possibly could. Even after you had yelled after him, trying hopelessly to catch up, Eren was too quick to ignore your pleas and even quicker to escape. So yes, that had been the final straw. Lucky for you, however, you knew where he lived. And also lucky for you, you knew that he would be home this early on a Sunday… So, you had decided it was time to ambush him and end this once and for all.

“Eren, open the fucking door!” you yell, earning a couple of stares from others down the hall as they peeped out of their doors to see just exactly who was disturbing their peaceful morning. “If you don’t, I’ll kick it down. I swear to god, I will!”

“Like you could!” you hear a muffled voice yell from the other side of the door. Hastily, the tall familiar brunette opens the door in one swing and stares down at you with an annoyed expression. “Go away, you’re being fucking ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous? You’re the one acting like a child!” you utter with exasperation laced in your voice, eyes wide from how quick he was to try and close the door again. “No– stop,” you push on the door, your strength hardly matching his, but somehow helping to keep it open.

“Just go away, I’m tired,” he huffs, clenching his jaw.

“Yeah, well I’m tired too,” you look him in the eyes with determination. “Tired of you being a little bitch and not talking to me.”

That earns a bitter laugh from the man in front of you. Even if your words were a bit harsh, they seem to help you in your endeavor because suddenly, he stops trying to shut the door in your face. However, you aren’t entirely sure anymore if insulting him was the right call. Because all he does is stand there. He simply stands in front of you with his eyes narrowed; slowly looking you up and down, a look of disgust written all over his face as he slightly shakes his head.

“Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t want to talk to you?”

His words cut deep; feeling almost like a slap to the face as they leave his lips. You can’t help but to instinctively wince from their harshness, not understanding in the slightest how you two had gotten to be in this situation.

“What did I– Why, Eren?” your voice comes out quieter this time; a mixture of desperation and sorrow laced together to convey just how truly heartbroken you were over his sudden hostile attitude toward you. “What did I do? If you would just tell me, I could fix it… Please, I’m so confused,” your voice wavers as you look down; suddenly needing to look away from his intense gaze as you begin to feel tears pool in your eyes. You were at a loss. You honestly didn’t understand why he hated you so much all of a sudden.

As you stare down at your feet, you hear him let out a loud, lengthy sigh, and you instantly raise your head, finding his eyes again. You notice him scratch the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable as he shifts onto his other foot, opening the door a bit wider now. He looks at you with an expression you don’t quite understand– his narrowed eyes were much softer now and his jaw had already unclenched itself, but there was an emotion lying underneath it all that you couldn’t quite place. But before you’re able to try and figure out what it is, Eren suddenly steps out of the way and opens the door fully, signaling for you to come inside.

You move almost robotically as you step inside of the small dorm room, sniffling quietly to yourself as you go to sit down on his bed, still casting your eyes to the floor. You had been so fired up this morning as you anxiously talked yourself into coming over, and now you only felt dejected. A bit defeated even; almost as though he finally won… almost as though you were ready to give up fighting. It was simply too painful to face the facts that Eren wanted nothing to do with you.

You two had been thick as thieves for the past year of your friendship; as close to each other as you could possibly be. Your friends had always made fun of you two for how close you were, always making jokes about how annoying (and endearing) you two were and how you guys were practically like an old married couple already. And you and Eren would sit there, smiling at each other. Because you knew they were right– You two were impossibly close to one another. And now to think that all of that was to just disappear. Well, yeah… that hurts. A lot.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’ve just been… dealing with a lot lately, I don’t know,” he lets out a small sigh as he sits next to you on the bed, anxiously fidgeting with his hands as his eyes look down at the floor, as well.

“But that’s what I’m here for,” you quickly look over at him, placing your hand on his thigh as you instinctively feel the need to comfort him. It honestly doesn’t matter how hurt you are, you can’t help the innate urge inside of you that’s screaming at you to comfort him. “Let me help you,” your words come out as a desperate plea as you turn your body to face him entirely, searching his face for any type of clue as to what possibly could have been plaguing him for these past four weeks. However, all you manage to see is Eren squirm a bit at how close you are.

“You–” he lets out a noise that sounds like a mixture of a choked breath and a dry laugh. His large hand finds its way on top of yours, encompassing it completely before then removing your warm touch from his thigh. “You really don’t have to do that,” he swallows dryly, gently placing your hand in your lap.

“Do what?” you ask, confusion evident in your voice as you search his face.

“Try to comfort me, I’m fine,” he clears his throat, turning his face from you fully so you can’t properly see him. He knows you– He knows that you know he doesn’t like to talk about his feelings and that you’ll search his face for any emotions scattered across it, hoping to get even the simplest of hints of what’s going on inside that head of his. Which is why he turns from you. You don’t take the hint, however. Instead, you place your hand gently on his arm and move your head to find his hidden face, desperately trying to look away from yours. You notice a slight pink color dusted across his cheeks as he softly–and a bit awkwardly–laughs at your all-too-familiar persistence.

“God, leave me alone,” his words aren’t harsh like the last time he spoke them; they actually hold no malice whatsoever. No, he says them lightheartedly as he gently tries to push you away.

“No, I’m here for you,” an overly exaggerated pout makes its way onto your face as a new light and playful energy seems to fill the small room. “I’m always here for you, rennie,” you hold onto his arm, hugging it tightly in the hopes of putting him in a better mood from your doting and playful actions.

“Yeah, I know,” he lets out another sigh, quickly giving up on trying to stop your comforting affection. “God, you really just have to make things difficult, don’t you…” he whispers under his breath, hoping you don’t hear him, but you do. Of course you do.

“What do you mean?”

He looks over at you with that same undecipherable expression as his emerald eyes gaze into yours. He shakes his head just barely; thoughts–you can tell–running rampant in his head as a small, almost sad looking, smile makes its way onto his face. His eyes leave yours and instead look down at his hands; his fingers once again anxiously fidgeting in his lap.

“It’s just that–” he attempts to begin to explain himself but gets frustrated with himself and sighs, hands harshly running through his hair. “I just don’t want to ruin anything.”

“Why would you do that?” you answer back with genuine curiosity. You weren’t quite understanding what he was trying to get at.

“Because I’m an idiot and I ruin things a lot.”

“Hey, that’s not true,” you reply defensively, not liking how he was talking about himself at all. “I don’t think that at all, Eren,” you try to comfort him as you gently hold onto his arm, rubbing small circles against the tense muscle with your thumb.

“No, it is true,” he says matter-of-factly. “I didn’t want to ruin things so I just ignored you instead. Fucking genius,” he mutters, clearly angry with himself.

“Ruin what, Eren?” Your face twists with confusion; you were trying–you really were–but you just weren’t understanding what he was trying to say.

“You know what, it doesn’t matter,” he sits up, shaking his head while rubbing his hands against his thighs.

“No, it does,” you quickly reply.

“It doesn’t–”

“Eren, please–”

“Look, I think I’m in love with you!” The loud words leave his mouth quickly, rushing out before he’s able to stop them. His eyes widen slightly as he stares at you, in a bit of disbelief that his mouth would just suddenly betray him like that. He swears his heart stops–lying still in his chest with uneasy anticipation–as everything he had been trying to hide from you suddenly comes hurtling out of him; everything now being out in the open. If only you hadn’t been pushing him, if only you hadn’t been so damn persistent…

“And uh,” he lets out a shaky breath, feeling his hands shake in his lap, as well. “That… terrifies me.”

You stare back at him with eyes that look just like his own; wide and full of shock. Of all the things he could have said, you had not been expecting that.

“I– I must have caught feelings along the way, I’m sorry,” he tries to explain himself. “I tried to put some distance between us and I thought that might make things better, but I kind of just… ended up missing you more,” he speaks quickly, the words rapidly leaving his lips as he tries to downplay his big confession.

You honestly don’t know what to feel. Happy… relieved… angry that he’s such an idiot who thought it would be a good idea to ignore you for weeks because of something like this. Truthfully, you almost feel like laughing. It’s such a ridiculous thing, you think. So ridiculous and yet… so endearing. He was right– He really is an idiot.

“I’m sorry–fuck,” he begins to stammer, closing his eyes and shaking his head at how stupid he feels. “I really don’t want to ruin our friendship and I promise I’ll try to get over you. Our friendship means the world to me and I know this makes things a little awkward, but– but I’ll make it okay. I promise. I’ll really try and get over these feelings I have and then–”

“I think I love you, too.”

Your small whisper manages to shut him right up. His frantic rambling quickly comes to an end as he processes what you had just said; the tiny room falling into silence. Eren stares at you; intense, emerald eyes now scanning your face for any sign that your words were insincere, but he doesn’t find anything. No, he only finds a beautiful girl sitting beside him, smiling at him with soft eyes.

“But that doesn’t scare me,” you continue. “I know I can’t help it or change how I feel– even if I was stupid and tried like you,” an amused look overtakes your face as you hear him exhale a soft huff of a chuckle. “I just… want you in my life. No matter what that looks like. I really hate it when you aren’t, you know…” you say wistfully; your voice getting a little more quiet now. “You know, like when you ignore me for weeks? I hated that feeling. I hated not having you around… So yes– I do love you, Eren. But no, I’m not scared,” you smile at him warmly, making his heart that had stopped beating only a minute ago now suddenly go into overdrive. “I’m only scared of you not being here with me. The rest doesn’t matter. I’ll take whatever I can get, be it friendship or anything more. I just want you.”

All he does is stare as you finish speaking. That’s all he can do. To be honest, he almost feels like he’s about to cry. He doesn’t know what to think or how to even begin processing your words. The girl he’s crazy about… loves him. And she sounds so sure about it. So confident as she confesses to him, it almost makes him keel over on the spot.

He feels stupid, just like she had said. Stupid to think that he could ever force himself to stop loving her. He knows now that he could never do that. He knows that all he wants–just like she had also said–is to simply be with her. Just her– And in whatever way that looks like. That’s all he really needs.

“Would it be weird if I– no, nevermind, sorry,” he turns his eyes away, a faint shade of pink once again crossing his sun-kissed cheeks.

“Eren, use your words,” you tease, leaning in to give him the faintest of featherlight kisses against his warm cheek. However, that only serves to deepen the rouge adorning the poor boy’s face even more.

He places his hand over his cheek, almost as if in an act of protecting your love-filled gesture. Or perhaps it was simply to hide just how flustered you had made him. “I just… was wondering if… I don’t know, would it be okay if I maybe… kissed you?” He asks a bit bashfully. You couldn’t believe how shy he was suddenly being with you. Eren Jaeger definitely wasn’t a social butterfly, but he most certainly was never shy. You’ve never seen him this way before and you had to admit… It was really adorable.

“I don’t know, would it?” You continue to tease, enjoying seeing him so flustered. It was cute, you thought. It was really cute. The butterflies in your stomach couldn’t stop swirling in their frenzied state.

He looks up, his eyes meeting your own with a sense of urgency; they intently search yours, trying to decipher the meaning behind your words, but ultimately, they come up empty.

“Stop playing,” he huffs, hitting your knee with his hand as a small smile forms on his lips. “You know what I’m asking, can you just be normal and give a normal response?”

“Hmm… I don’t know,” you ponder his playful question as you continue to feign ignorance. “Would it be ‘okay’? I mean, sure… Technically, it’s not like the world would end or anything if your lips somehow found their way onto mine. A kiss wouldn’t bring the end of times, I’m pretty sure.”

“Ugh,” he groans, rolling his eyes slightly. “You’re such a nuisance. I am asking,” he emphasizes his words with more vigor now, confidence starting to pour back into his veins. “–if I can kiss you,” he ends his question while staring intently into your eyes, almost as if daring you to keep up with the playful banter.

“I don’t know… can you?”

Your voice drawls teasingly as a smug smile graces your lips. But before you can tease him further–before you can push his buttons just a little bit more–your plan to get him all riled up seems to ultimately work. Because not a second later and he’s placing his hands around the back of your neck and pulling you into him, crashing his lips to yours in a passionate, yet almost possessive act of love. It was almost as if to say, ‘Yes, I CAN kiss you… and here’s your proof’’.

He pulls away, leaning back slightly so he can properly look at you as he tries to catch his breath. He notices how your eyes flutter open as you process what had just happened (as well as how much you seem to have enjoyed it). He can’t help himself, though, and he decides to go back for another. He can’t leave it at just that. That kiss was rushed; it was powerful and passionate. But it didn’t show the girl of his dreams just how badly he adores her– Just how much he truly loves her. He needs her to know. He needs her to know that he can be gentle with her, that he wants to be.

So he leans in again, only this time slowly–tenderly–as his lips find yours once again. Moving against yours in a rhythmic dance, the two of you finally showing the other just how deep your feelings truly are for the other.

You’re the first to pull away– licking your bottom lip gently and smiling at the fact that you can still taste him on your tongue. He rests his forehead against yours, letting out a shaky breath as you hear him whisper a small ‘fuck’ under his breath. And you think to yourself… yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

“So, I guess that means we’re not really just friends anymore, huh?” you whisper, a soft laugh escaping you at the feeling of him beginning to trail kisses down your jawline. He smiles to himself and the feeling of its warmth hits your skin, causing you to smile along with him.

“God, no… Not after that.”

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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(AoT) He Can't Find You After A Mission (Fluff)

Eren Yaeger X Reader, Armin Arlet X Reader, Jean Kirstein X Reader, Connie Springer X Reader, Erwin Smith X Reader, Levi Ackerman X Reader

Summary: He can't find you after a mission how he reacts.

Eren Yeager

Normal - Eren

Italic - Armin

💢 Eren often ended up waking up in some kind of hospital bed whenever a mission ended but you were always there, you would be sitting next to him, you’d always have a book in your hands or be playing with his fingers as you waited for him to wake up. 💢 This time Mikasa and Armin were there but you weren’t in the room, he looked around and even waited for a few minutes you could very well have been doing something but you didn’t show up. 💢 “Where’s (Y/N)?” “I don’t know.” 💢 He never wanted to hear that, the others tired to stop him from getting out of the infirmary bed but he wasn’t listening to them, he needed to find you. He was convinced that they were hiding something from him. 💢 He didn’t find you in the infirmary and that was when he felt like his throat was closing, his eyes jumped from face to face as he staggered down the hall towards your bedroom hoping to find you there, he hadn’t even noticed that Mikasa had disappeared. 💢 Armin trailed after him and caught him as he tripped over his own feet “Eren maybe you should slow down.” “I need to find her.”

“Eren!?” When he heard the call of his voice he stopped, turning to where the voice had emanate from. There you were, you were fine apart from a small cut on your cheek, you were okay, he would have collapsed if Armin wasn’t there to catch him, you hurried over taking his other arm and ordering Armin to help you get him to your room, it was the closest place with a bed at this point. “What were you thinking!?” You asked as you moved you pillow to help prop him up in bed. “You weren’t there… Where were you?” He asked. “Debrief, Captain Levi let me come see you before giving my report.” You answered “I was on my way back when Mikasa told me that you were up and walking around already, I thought that meant that you were feeling a little better than usual but instead I find you half dead and leaning against your best friend.” “I’m sorry.” He apologised. “You are always there and I didn’t see you the whole time that we were out there so I worried about you, I had to find you and make sure that you were okay. You are okay right?” “I’m fine Ren, I’d be better wif you would think about yourself a little more okay?” You asked as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead “You’re the one that’s going to save us remember?” “As long as your in it.” He mumbled as you pulled you to lay with him wrapping his arms around you. “They’ll be looking for you soon and Armin is a terrible liar.” You reminded him as you traced shapes into the fabric that covered his chest. “We still have some time.” Eren answered dismissing the face that your piece will end soon.

Armin Arlet

🧠 Armin isn’t usually the one looking for you, most mission give him so much anxiety that when he finally gets back to safety he occupied with wondering how he managed to make it back alive. 🧠 He never worried about your abilities so he always assumed that you were back safe and sound, that is until it got to dinner and he still hadn’t seen you. 🧠 Panic grips him, he doesn’t see any of your team and it only takes a second for Mikasa to inform him that your entire squad was killed baring one person but no one knows who it was yet. 🧠 He grabbed some food and headed for the infirmary, he knew that it might not be you but whoever was in there was bound to need food at some point, he just prayed that when he walked into the room that it was going to be you. 🧠 He had never breathed a larger sigh of relief then when he saw you but he could tell that there was something wrong because you didn’t even look at him.

Armin walked a little closer putting the food on the table next to you before crouching in front of you “(Y/N)? How are you feeling?” He asked. “I’m sorry, I just can’t stop seeing them, there are people that would miss them.” You mumbled as you clenched your fists and closed your eyes tight. “Are you hurt?” He asked. “Me? No.” You shook your head as you finally looked up at him. “Then we’ll keep fighting.” He said. “Fighting… Are we actually making a difference?” You asked “Or are we just dying because we need something to cling on to?” “(Y/N) I know how you feel I felt like this after the first mission, I don’t even know how much my view has changed but I do know that this is all that we have left if we stop trying then nothing will ever change.” He said softly, he sat next to you and wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. He knew that you weren’t as okay as he hoped but he was going to be there for you no matter how long it took.

Jean Kirstein

🐴 Jean could name the moment that he lost sight of you but he could tell you what happened or even where you went. 🐴 He knew that he should have been concentrating on the mission but he needed to know that you were okay, unfortunately he didn’t catch even a glimpse of you for the rest of the mission or the journey back. 🐴 He greeted the people that he cared to when he got back but it was Sasha who informed him of your location, she had just heped move you to the infirmary, you hadn’t been hurt too bad but you still needed to be seen to. 🐴 Jean had never moved so fast in his life, he never wanted to hear your name and infirmary in the same sentence but the best that he could do now was be there for you if you needed him. 🐴 When he got to your room you were just about to put your top back on after being bandaged up and he would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t so worried.

“What happened!?” He asked stopping you from pulling the shirt fown to try and figure out how bad the injury was. “It’s nothing just some bruises.” You answered. “It’s not just bruises it’s bruised ribs, you are lucky that they are not broken.” The doctor added as he was leaving the room, you rolled your eyes as you carefully moved your arms down so that you didn’t cause yourself too much pain. “What about recovery?” Jean asked, you looked at him and narrowed your eyes knowing that he was going to take this to an entirely different level. “It’ll take about 3 - 5 weeks to heal, depending on the person and how badly the ribs are bruised, by the sounds of things this one was pretty bad so your probably looking at 5 weeks of rest before you can think about going back ot training or helping out with other duties.” The doctor explained. “5 weeks!?” You asked eyes widening. “You can barley lift your arms as it is.” The Doctor reminded you. “I can I’m fine!” You attempted to lift your hands but Jean stopped you. “(Y/N) please just take the time to get better, I don’t think that Erwin plans on sending anyone out any time soon, we took a big hit this time.” Jean siad softly. “Look I’ll see you back here in 4 weeks and we can check how your getting on but for now, you need to rest okay?” He asked. “Fine,” You finally answered as you looked at the doctor. “Are we done here?” “We’re done just remember to rest.” He ordered as you stood up Jean following after you to make sure that you went back to your room. “Are you okay?” You answer after a moment of silence “I’m fine, what happened after we split up?” He asked. “Just a Titan, it was about to grab one of the others so I pushed him out fo the way but it still managed to hit me, knocked me off the roof and onto the pavement.” You explained as you started to lean against him a little more, he put his arm around your shoulder and walked you towards your bedroom. “Come on lets get some rest.” He said softly as he walked with you.

Connie Springer

🤡 Connie honestly thinks that you are going to be okay no matter what happens, not because he doesn’t care but because he genuinely believes in your abilities. 🤡 Connie literally get distracted by everyone, he did originally start out looking for you but everytime he saw someone he stopped to talk to them. You were the one to find him, you were more panicked then he was he felt you grab his shoulder and when he turned around his face lit up, a huge mile taking over his face as he wrapped you in a huge. 🤡 He looked over you for a second before determining that there was nothing wrong with you and that you were okay. 🤡 You seem to need a more thorough examination of him however as you pulling him away from the crowd to properly look him over.

Connie smiled as you gently run your hands over his arms and chest, you didn’t even realise how this could be seen as anything else as you attempted to lift his shirt and check for bruises, he takes your hands gently and smiles. “I’m okay.” He finally says. “Your sure… Nothing hurts?” You asked. “I promise nothing hurts.” He smiled. “Are you hungry?” “Not really.” You mumbled as you looked over at the group that you pulled him away from, everyone seemed to be there. “Your worrying again.” He pointed out as he wrapped his arms around your waist “everyone is okay.” “How are you so calm?” You asked. “I trust that you all have the skill to make it back here, the only thing that worrying is going to do is stop me from getting back here in one piece.” He said softly as he pulled you closer. “Relax we’re okay.” “Alright I’ll try.” You said and he looked at your friends all alive and well.

Erwin Smith

💬 Erwin had to put you out of his mind most of the time, so that he could lead properly and most of the time he couldn’t come and find you straight away because he had to talk to all of the squad leaders and other officials. 💬 Most of the time you would be waiting for him in his office but this time when he got back you were there. He hadn’t heard that anything had happened the the team and everyone knew who you were, if you were hurt someone would have told me right? 💬 He waited until there was no work left ot occupy his mind, which only ended up being a couple of hours, he walked out of his office and found Levi on the way to your room, he informed him that he had seen you headed up to the roof. 💬 Erwin found you up there and approached you carefully.

“What are you doing up here love?” He asked as he came to stand next to you. “I was just watching.” You answered, he glanced over at you and saw that you were infact looking over everyone as they milled about. “There’s something else on your mind.” He said as you looked at him finally and nodded. “How are we supposed to save anyone when we can’t even save ourselves?” You asked and he looked down at the scouts, his eyes (much like he assumed yours had) found the youngest of the recruits. “I had to tell someone elses family that they wouldn’t be coming back today, you know what they asked me?” “What?” He asked. “They asked if I still knewwhat I was fighting for? If I thought that it was still worth it. For some reason this time I didn’t know how to answer them.” You explained and he looked at you. “Do your legs still work?” He asked and you frowned and you looked at him and nodded all the same. “Then you keep walking forward, you hate this feeling of helpless or unknowing then you keep moving forward until you find a place where that doesn’t exist, where you have everything that you wanted and everyone that you need.” “And where is that?” You asked. “I don’t know but I promise that I’ll get there with you.” He said softly as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

Levi Ackerman

☕ The first thing that Levi does is look for you and usually, he can pick you out from the crowd in seconds but panic starts to build as he can’t seem to see you anywhere. ☕ It he manages to see your team before he sees you, that makes him even more worried he’s not going to ask them where you are though, instead, he’s going to panic internally as his eyes become more frantic (about the only person who would notice would be Hange or yourself) ☕ He'll stop listening to the people around him as he tries to hear you in the celebration but it won’t take long for him to think the worst. ☕ You on the other hand had spotted him on his horse but it was really hard to get to him through everyone celebrating, you pushed your way through and put your hand on your shin. ☕ You gently uncurled his clenched fist from his trousers and that was when he finally looked down eyes widening, he quickly climbed down to look at you.

“Are you okay?” He asked quickly taking your face in his hands. “I’m fine, are you okay?” You asked. “I’m fine, where were you?” His hands moved to your shoulders as he turned your body slightly to look you over. “I’ve been here the whole time.” You smiled as you took his hand holding them in front of you. “I couldn’t see you.” He explained, “I was worried.” “I’m okay, I was here the whole time, I promise.” You said softly “what about you, I know you love to lie about these things.” “You already asked me if I’m okay.” He rolled his eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Oh so your allowed to ask as many times as you want but I’m only allowed to ask once?” You asked. “I’m fine I promise.” He answered “I have to go report to Erwin.” “You haven’t spoken to him yet?” You asked a frown on your face as you looked around for the leader. “I couldn’t find you.” He repeated the sentence as if that was a valid reason and to him that was the only reason that he would be late for a debrief. “Well you need to go.” You smiled as you stepped away from him but he caught your wrist before you were to far out of reach, he was about to say something but then the familiar voice of Hange filled the air as she teased Levi for his frantic search for you, you smiled as you watch his face swap back to the neutral and slightly bored expression everyone was used to before he was pulledo ff by the scientist so that they could both make their report.

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snoopyearss · 1 month

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eren x female!reader

TW: Blunt outing on skin. (He doesn’t do it to the reader, but he does it on himself)

description: your relationship with jean was fine until you meat his friend eren. now all you could think about was him.

inspired by “You Right” by Doja Cat.

i suggest playing the following songs for the full experience: You Right (Extended Version) - Doja Cat (makes obvious sense; play this song first or throughout the story.), Work - Rihanna, Sativa - Jhene Aiko, Slow Down - Chase Atlantic and I Was Never There - The weeknd. There’s no order for the other songs.

Disclaimer: I DONT CONDONE CHEATINGGG!!! I just really like this song and made this one shot on a whim.

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ı𝕝ı.𝕝ı𝕝𝕝ı𝕝ı.ı𝕝𝕝ı.

ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [ 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 (𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕) - 𝔻𝕠𝕛𝕒 ℂ𝕒𝕥 ]

𝟙:𝟘𝟟 ——◦———— -𝟜:𝟘𝟝

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

How long have you thought about this? This sinful thought? You lost track. But if you could have a dollar for every time you thought about him, Bill Gates would look like a middle-class citizen.

You wanted him so badly, but you had a boyfriend, who happened to be one of his best friends.

When did this all start? The second your boyfriend Jean introduced you to the rest of his friends, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“I want you all to meet my girlfriend, Y/n. Y/n, these are my friends. The one I was telling you about.” Jean introduced the group and each of them introduced themselves after. Eren was the first to introduce himself. After he did, you tuned everyone else out. There was something about him that made him so intriguing.

His facial features.

His pretty sage eyes

The amorous gaze he gave off.

His piercings.

His voice.

Oh God, his voice. It was hypnotic. The way he said certain words had you weak in the knees.

His hair. It looked about shoulder length. It was easy to tell from the man-bun he styled it in. You never really found long hair on guys attractive, but with Him? You made an exception.

It was long enough to pull on when he’s-

You shook your head to erase the thought. And that was when it all began.

You met his friends three months ago, yet you found yourself lying awake in the bed you and Jean share, thinking about his best friend. Thinking about how he’d look on top of you, how he’d look underneath you, or in every position possible. You felt horrible. Who does that? But it wasn’t like Jean was innocent either. The other day you caught him making googly eyes at the new girl in your class. Mikasa was her name.

The difference between you and Jean was you’ve never really had a conversation with Eren. Jean talks to Mikasa every other day. People would think it bothers you, your partner talking to someone else, but Eren lived in your head rent-free, so you didn’t care.

You would pass by him in the hallways on your way to class and both of you would give a quick smile and a nod signaling “Hi.” You felt like you were in high school again. All giddy and smiley when your crush would give you the slightest bit of attention.

You always wondered if he felt the same way, but you’d be an idiot to ask, so you attempt to hide it in your face. However, something told you he knew already. Every time you and Jean’s friends hang out, it’s hard to look directly at him, and he could tell because he wouldn't look away.

All of you were eating at a diner when you made eye contact with Eren, he never dropped his gaze, it was intense. You tried focusing on something else when you accidentally tipped a cup over causing the drink to pour on the table, and drip onto the floor. “Shit.” You murmured.

“My soda!” Sasha whined. “We’ll get you another one.”

You reached out to grab a napkin, not realizing it was the last one, but it was too late because you looked up to see Eren grabbing it at the same time. Both of your hands touched.

It was like a vibration, or electricity shot up your arm and throughout your veins. The funny part about this is that neither one of you moved your hand.

“I-I’m sorry, were you gonna use this?” you asked.

“‘was gonna help you clean it.” He answered. He removed his hand from on top of yours, letting you have it to clean up the now sticky mess.

Now you wondered if anyone else caught onto what just happened.

That following Friday, you all went to a barcade for drinks and vintage games. You hopped out of Jean’s car and held hands with him as you guys walked into the arcade bar. “I’m totally gonna beat you in Mortal Kombat.” Jean snickered. “You wish!” You stuck your tongue out at him and joined the others who were playing games and drinking already.

“There you guys are! We were starting to worry.” Armin pulled you both in for a hug.

“C’mon Y/n, let’s go take a shot.” Ymir linked her arm in yours as we skipped to the bar. you both sat down and ordered two tequila shots. “So,” she started. You raised your eyebrows to tell her to keep going. “So?”

“What’s up with you and Eren huh?” She jabbed her elbow into the side of your rib. “Ok first, ow. And second, nothing? Why’d you ask?” You downed the shot before the bartender could even place it in front of you.

“Um, at the diner the other day? What was that?” She questioned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh come on, Y/n. Don’t act dumb. I’ve seen that look before. That same look when you saw Jean for the first time.” You rolled your eyes.

“Nothing’s going on, Ymir. I promise you.”

“Alrighty then.” She shrugged and got up from her seat.

“Wait.” She turned to you.

“Did..anyone else notice? You know, what happened?”

“Not to my knowledge. But it’s ok. Your dirty little secret’s safe with me.” She winked and I scoffed. “Let's go play games.”

Another tequila shot later and you were feeling a bit tipsy. Your eyes met the motorcycle racing game and asked Ymir to race with you. “I’m gonna dust you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” you waved her off.

You walked toward the motorbike and climbed on it. It was hard to keep it in place since it was set up to lean from side to side to make turns. “Ugh! Stupid piece of shit. Stay…Still!” You cursed the machine.

You then felt a pair of hands on your waist to stabilize you on the bike. “Most of your weight needs to be here.” The voice said. You recognized that voice anywhere. It was Eren’s.

You look behind your shoulder to see him looking directly at you. This was the closest you two have ever been to each other's bodies. So close you were able to smell him. He smelt so good, if you weren’t drunk before, you might be now. It was intoxicating.

“Like this?” You looked back at him. He silently groaned before nodding and saying, “Mhm.”

Eren knew you wanted him. It was too obvious. He wanted you too, but you were his best friend's girl. However, he couldn't help the thought of seeing you underneath him, struggling to take all of him inside you.

He sees you in the halls before classes and the outfits you wear. Like one day, you wore a black mini-skirt and some thigh-high boots, it almost send him over the edge. How he’s able to keep his composure around you is unbelievable. And once he saw you bent over on the motorbike, looking back at him through your eyelashes, he almost folded right then and there.

You ended up winning the race against Ymir and smirked at her. But as soon as she walked up to you and whispered “But nothing’s going on between you and Eren right? You’re such a bad liar.” your smile dropped.

☆

The walls were an egg-white color, although it was hard to tell with the red LED lights illuminating them. It was a weird thing to pay attention to as you were gasping for air as Jean gripped your throat while pounding into you.

“You look so hot like this Y/n. God, you take me in so well.” He moaned. Your hand held onto his wrist as he continued, only picking up the pace. “D-don’t stop. Please.” You whined. Jean wasn’t bad at sex. Quite the opposite actually. Although he knew all of your spots, he never went down on you but he always asked for head, which wasn’t fair to you. Other than that, it was great, but you still wanted Eren. Just the sinful thought of it made you grow even wetter and clench around him.

“I felt you tighten up baby. You like how my dick feels, Huh?” He placed a hand on your hip only helping him to go harder and faster. “Oh fuck. Jean, I’m gonna-” You announced, your eyes threatening to roll back.

“Come for me.” And you did. Your hand slapped in front of your mouth, covering it. Jean thought it was so you won't be so loud, but it was to prevent you from screaming Eren’s name instead.

He cleaned you up, gave you a kiss on the forehead, and knocked out immediately after that.

You lay awake for an hour or so after your session with your boyfriend. Although he made you come, you were missing something, you weren’t sure what it was. Your mind trailed back to when you almost slipped up and moaned out Eren’s name instead of Jean’s.

Eren.

Everything about him made all the self-respect leave your body. You wanted him so bad. You began to imagine what he looks like shirtless. You remembered the day you went to go pick up Jean from work and conveniently, Eren was working that day too. They both work at an auto repair shop, it’s where you first met Jean; he helped change your oil.

You were waiting in the car for him, as Eren walked out and gave you a small wave. It took everything in you to prevent your eyes from widening and your jaw from dropping. He. Looked. Insanely delicious. He turned his back to you to talk to one of the other workers there. Even his back was pretty to look at.

Sweat was glistening on his back muscles, and on his grey tank top. His hair was in that messy bun you were crazy over. He grabbed his water bottle and took a swing of it, only for some droplets to trickle down his throat. You wanted to lick it.

You took that mental image, and imagine him running his hands up and down your body. Touching and stroking your body like you were a lump of clay, waiting to be molded. It drove you crazy. You were so aroused it started to hurt if you didn’t take care of it right away.

You slid one hand down, past your panties, and slowly rubbed your clit. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from making any noise, in fear of waking Jean up. The other hand grabbed your breast and played with the sensitive nipple. Your hips bucked a bit, signaling you to do more. You inserted a finger in and bit your lip a bit harder now.

You imagined how he would sound if it was his dick instead of your finger inside of you, how his moans would sound like. You remembered the time he stubbed his toe at Sasha’s new place, hitting his toe on one of the legs of the table. The sound that he made, should’ve been illegal. It was a groan that turned into a whimper. Although he was doing it out of sheer pain, he still sounded so pretty. You knew right then and there that his moans were to die for.

One finger turned into two, stretching you out and hitting that spot that leaves your legs having a mind of their own. “Fuck,” You whispered. This was so bad, this was your boyfriend's best friend you were thinking about. But the forbidden act only made your arousal grow.

Soon enough, it was hard to hold it in, and you let go, your fingers making a squelching sound from pumping them in and out of you so fast. Your slick poured out of you, onto your fingers, and a little bit on the sheets. You tried to regulate your breathing and clean up after yourself. After you did, you realized you were going to have so much trouble looking at Jean and Eren in the eye the next day.

☆

The next day was Saturday, Ymir was throwing a party for her 21st birthday and us being her closest friends, were all invited. After getting ready, Sasha drove you, her, and your other friend, Annie to Ymir’s.

“I’m so excited about this party! Ymir’s parties are literally the best!” She exclaimed. “She always has the best booze.” Annie chimed in. You weren’t really present for the conversation. Your brain was stuck on if Eren was going, and what he was gonna wear.

“Y/n! Hello!” Annie waved her hand in front of your face, leaving you looking dazed. “Oh, What?” She and Sasha frowned. “You ok girl? You’ve been quiet the whole car ride!” Sasha asked. “Hmm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” You smiled sheepishly. They shrugged it off. “Well, we’re here! Come on!”

We walked into the house, the music blasting through the speakers, and in each room of the house. “You guys made it!” Ymir smiled. “We wouldn’t miss it! Happy birthday!” I hugged her. “Thank you! Drinks are in the kitchen. You guys help yourselves!” She waved and walked to greet her girlfriend.

The three of you walked into the kitchen, only to be greeted by the rest of the group and, Eren.

He looked at you and you tried to focus your attention elsewhere. It was hard to though; especially with the way he was looking tonight. It really wasn’t anything special, just a black muscle tee, but it made his arms and chest look extremely toned. You were able to see his tattoos and his key necklace was visible. He wore grey sweatpants with white Nike ones. He still looked very scrumptious and you wanted a taste.

“Hey, guys! Historia made jungle juice. Want some?” Connie handed you and the two girls a cup. “Thanks. Where’s Jean?” You asked, getting ready to take a sip of the beverage. He and Reiner, another one of Jean’s friends, exchanged looks with each other. “Um…He…” Connie couldn’t finish his sentence.

ı𝕝ı.𝕝ı𝕝𝕝ı𝕝ı.ı𝕝𝕝ı.

ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [ 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕜 - ℝ𝕚𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒]

𝟙:𝟘𝟟 ——◦———— -𝟜:𝟘𝟝

↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

“He went upstairs with some dark-haired girl. I’m sorry Y/n.” Reiner tried reassuring you. Your eyes widened. “Oh.” That was all you could say. In your head, you weren’t sure if you were allowed to even feel angry, as you were already imagining doing things with another man. It made you frustrated.

No one spoke for a few seconds.

“Well, screw him. Come, let's go dance.” Sasha tried cheering you up. You lightly smiled at her and downed your drink then joined her on the dance floor. “Work” by Rihanna started to play, which made you feel a bit better. Sasha was behind you as you began moving your hips against her to the beat of the song.

Her hands met your waist and pressed you against hers as you started to wine on her. You look behind you to meet her gaze as you two smile and continued. Despite you two being in the middle of the dance floor, you could still feel someone’s eyes burning into your flesh. It was him.

He was sitting manspread with a couple of guys, smoking a blunt. If this isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, it might be time for prescription glasses. His eyelids were low, due to the effects of what he was smoking. For some reason, it made you more confident, so you turned to face Sasha and kept eye contact with her, as you wined down to the ground and back up.

You did this a few more times then turned back. You looked at him as you were grinding on Sasha, not breaking eye contact. Until Jean came down the stairs with Mikasa. Your heart sunk in your chest as you saw him dap up one of his friends. You knew what that meant. It made you sick. You felt extremely dizzy. “Hey, I’m gonna…I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You told Sasha. “You want me to come with?” You shook your head no. “I’ll be ok. I’ll be back in a few.” You smiled and walked up the stairs. You entered the first door, which happened to be a bedroom with a bathroom in it. You walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

The song was still playing in the background as you gripped the sink and caught your breath a bit. You wanted to cry, but at the same time, you felt a bit relieved now that all bets are off. You didn’t feel as guilty thinking about Eren in such a way anymore. You turned on the faucet and flicked a bit of cold water on your face, not wanting to mess up your makeup, then used a paper towel to dap it dry.

You turned off the faucet and opened the door, only for him to be on the other side.

“E-Eren?” You were startled. Did he follow you up here?

“Hey.” That was all he said and walked passed you and closed the door then closed the toilet seat down and sit on it.

“Um, Hi? What are you doing?”

“Came up here to smoke. Too much noise in my head down there.” He shrugged and lit his blunt.

“Are you sure? Doesn’t really seem like it.” You said. “What makes you say that?”

“You coming up here, immediately after I come up here? Looks pretty suspicious.” You shrugged.

“Does it?” He looked up at you and you nodded. “You know what else looks suspicious?”

You raised your eyebrows signaling to go on. He took a hit of his blunt and blew. “What happened yesterday, and a few days before? Now that’s suspicious.” I frowned.

“You seem to have forgotten. Do you want me to remind you?” He stood up, slowly walking towards you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Aw, don’t act coy, Y/n.” He cooed. You stepped back only to bump into the door. He was towering over you now. You were looking up at him with a slight need in your eyes. He smirked and took another hit.

“You know,” he started, the smoke leaving his mouth and his hands sliding up and down your hips.

“There was something about you that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was until the way you would stare at me, that I fully understood.”

“W-What do you mean?” Your voice was quiet, but he still caught it. “Come on Y/n. Are we playing the stupid game?” He teased.

“I’ve got the strangest feeling that you might want me, but you have a boyfriend, sweetheart.” He took one last hit of his blunt before outing it on his arm. You gasped and your eyes widened. He smirked and grabbed your cheeks to make your lips pout slightly. He blew the smoke into your mouth for you to inhale it all.

“Good girl.” He praised. “Exhale.” You did just that. He then placed his hand on the side of your face while the other one was placed against your lower back.

“You want me?” He asked, trapping you between the bathroom door and his body. You couldn’t look at him, his gaze was piercing. He took your chin in his fingers. “When someone’s speaking to you,” his other hand pulled you closer to him and tilted your face to force you to look at him. “You look at them. Understand?”

You whimpered in response.

“Speak.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what baby?” He pushed you.

“Yes, I-I understand.”

“Smart girl. Now I’ll ask again. Do you want me? Despite being Jean-boy’s girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Huh. Wonder what he’ll think if I told him this.”

“Well, he’s not here right now. You know what he did.” You reminded him, as he was there when Reiner told you he was sleeping with someone else. “His loss.” He shrugged. Eren walked backward and sat back on the covered toilet seat then motioned you to walk towards him. “C’mere.”

You did what you were told and he tapped your thighs to signal you to sit in his lap. “There we go. Comfortable?” You nodded. “Good. Tilt your head to the side pretty girl.” You tilted your head and immediately he attached his lips to your neck. “Tell me,” he kissed up your neck to your jaw. “How long have you thought about doing this? Hm?”

“Mm. For so long.” you whimpered. “I’ve thought about this for so long.”

“Yeah?” Eren’s hands were drawing different patterns on your back as he continued to mark you. “What have you thought about? What kinds of thoughts kept you up at night?” You whined in response, seeing as it was too humiliating to go into depth. “I’m not gonna continue if you don’t tell me, sweet girl.”

Oh, fuck you.

“I’ve thought about-” you were stopped mid-moan as he found the sensitive part of your neck and began to suck on it harshly. “A-About you, having you all on top of me, and touching me all over my body. Fuck.” It was hard to speak since it was one, humiliating explaining your fantasies to him and two, the way he was destroying your neck.

Eren grabbed your hips and pushed them down so you could feel him. “Can you feel me? How hard you’re making me right now? Fuck, I feel it throbbing.” You could feel the pulse between your legs as you felt his dick pressed onto your clothed slit.

Your whines grew a little bit louder as you found yourself grinding down on his hardened dick. You could feel the slick start to dampen your panties. “Eren, please.” You gripped his hair and started to grind on him a bit faster this time. “Fuck, look at you.” He said as he gently pulled your head down to meet his lips.

They were incredibly soft and could taste/smell the weed on his lips. It was enough to get you high. You were struggling to kiss back as he used his hips to thrust upwards, grinding into you and moaning in your mouth. This went on for a few more minutes until you got frustrated and told him you wanted more.

He picked you up and placed you down on the counter. He kissed down your body until he was face level with your clothed cunt. He looks up at you with hungry, low-lidded eyes as he kisses the inner parts of your thighs, your dress riding up as he continued, kissing every part but the part you wanted him to touch. He was teasing you on purpose.

You were fidgeting on the counter, making all kinds of noise, moaning his name so he would get the message. He finally started to kiss your clothed cunt and the feeling made you jolt forward a bit, almost making you fall off the counter. “Woah, it’s ok. I’m not gonna let you fall.” He holds your hips in place.

“Damn girl, you’re acting like you’ve never been eaten out before.” He joked but when he looked up at you, you weren’t laughing. “Don’t tell me-”

“He’s never…done that to me before.” You looked off to the side. Eren scoffs. “I’m about to show you what you’ve been missing. Make sure you get a good grip.” He rips your panties and before you could react, his tongue was already connected to your clit and you both let out loud desperate moans. You were already wet from the dry-humping session you both just had, and it was having an effect on him. If his dick wasn’t hard then, it certainly is now. He took a few deep breaths to try to prevent him from coming right them.

He wraps his hands around your thighs and attaches his mouth to your cunt to start lapping you up. Your breath hitched in your throat since you weren’t used to this foreign feeling. His tongue makes different patterns and swirls on your clit while his mouth creates a suction effect.

“Oh shit,” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and grabbed his now disheveled bun. Your entire body feels light like you were about to float up to the ceiling at any moment as he draws circles over your entrance and then flicks your clit. You grabbed ahold of the counter as tightly as you could, till you would see your knuckles turning white.

You opened your eyes and looked down to see him looking right at you the entire time. “Fuck.” you whimpered, the pleasure you were experiencing and the way he was looking at you was all too much but you would curse at yourself later if you didn’t get a chance to at least take a glimpse.

He unwrapped one of his hands off of your thigh and held your hand as the other arm wrapped around your hips, pulling you further into his mouth so you couldn’t escape his grasp as he tongue fucked you. Your breathing was totally uneven now. You were a moaning shaking mess before him. His name was the only thing you knew how to moan at this given moment.

You were wet. So wet, you could hear the wet sloppy noises coming from his mouth, and your cunt. It would’ve been embarrassing if you both weren’t so turned on. Eren ate you out with such purpose. Like he enjoyed it. That’s because he did. He loved seeing your eyes roll back and you moaning out his name with your legs shaking on either side of his face.

He then stops and stands up. “Get down and turn around.” You quickly hop down and turn around, Eren then unzips your dress and pulls it down enough to expose your breasts. Your nipples began to harden from how cold the bathroom was. He whispers “Fuck,” in response as he placed his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you down. “Bend over for me,” you bent over with no hesitation.

He was directly behind you, and although you can see his reflection in the mirror, you couldn’t really see his entire body. Just from the waist up. He took off his shirt, which exposed his abs and the rest of his tattoos. You were practically dripping at this point. He grabbed the tip and dragged it along your wet slit to coat him a bit.

Eren pumped himself a few times and groaned. “Look in the mirror,” he ran his hands up and down your back and hissed. “I’ve thought about you non-stop ever since I met you for the first time, you always had that look in your eye as if you wanted me,” He slowly put the tip in, watching it stretch your hole out a bit. You whined at the feeling. You’ve always loved being teased, even when it got frustrating at times, the anticipation is what makes it better.

“You feel this? You feel how I’m stretching you? Oh, fuck.” He pushed only the tip in a few times then slapped it on your clit. “You would look away first whenever we made eye contact, it was so cute. And now that I have you, I need to savor this.” He inserted himself halfway in, causing you to whine louder.

“Eren,” you pleaded. You were getting desperate now. “I know, baby.”

“It’s been months and neither of us made a move until now- fuck.” He moaned slowly pulling it out and then rubbing it on your clit, making you bite your lip and roll your eyes back. “‘Cause you chose to be loyal to him, but.” He pressed the tip to your entrance.

“A couple strokes when I put it in, you’ll belong to me.” He pushed himself all the way in this time. “O-oh my god! F-Fuck!” You cried out and gripped the counter. He continued this a few times, pulling all the way out then slamming back in, then he went at a steady but quick pace.

The louder you got the harder he fucked into you, his hips slamming against your ass making a slapping noise. He looked down to watch as your ass rippled with each hard thrust. Tears began to flood your eyes from the immense pleasure you were experiencing then fell because of how hard Eren was pounding into you.

“Every day, I get angry at myself because I didn’t meet you first.” He said through gritted teeth. “Could’ve used this pretty cunt before Jean could get a hold of you.” He grabbed your neck and lifted you up so his chest was pressed up against your back. “Look in the mirror,” He said in your ear. “Look in the mirror as I fuck you senseless.” Your mouth is open, panting like a bitch in heat from how good he was making you feel.

Your hips were pressed up against the counter and Eren moved up a bit more so you could feel him deeper. You couldn’t back away, you just had to take it, which made you grow wetter. Your head fell back on his shoulder as you moaned out his name some more, like it was the only name you knew, “Look at you baby,” He cooed and you slowly brought your head back up to look in the mirror.

“Look at how hard I'm fucking you. What would your boyfriend think about this, hm? If Jean walked in here, what would you do? Seeing his precious girlfriend getting fucked hard by his best friend. You think he’d watch us? Until we finished?” You whined at the thought of that actually happening. Thinking about it, you would probably keep going until you both finished. You started to clench around him. “Oh? You would like that. Messy bitch.” He grabbed your throat and squeezed it and he took his other hand to rub your clit at a fast pace.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” You chanted and wrapped your hand around the wrist that was slightly choking you. “Eren, I’m close-” He removed his hand from your clit and pulled out. “No, you’re not. Go lay on the bed,” He backed up enough for you to wobble to the bed and spanked your ass in the process. You lay down on your back as Eren got on top of you and pushed the tip back in. In this position he was able to pound deeper into you, it felt like he was in your guts. “Oh my god, Eren! You’re s-so deep. In my st-stomach.” You managed to force out. “Yeah? How does it feel?” His pace quickened up.

“It’s- I- I don’t know if I can take it. Fuck,” You cried out and your legs started to tremble. The pleasure was getting too intense for you to handle, how you did come yet is still surprising. A part of you wanted to release, but the other part of you wanted this to last. So you tried to make it last. “It’s ok, baby. You can take it. You’ve been such a good girl. Take it for me.” He only went in deeper. The tears from earlier continued to pour down your cheeks and the sides of your face, pooling by your ears.

Eren loved the sight that was in front of him. Your nose and cheeks were a slightly red tint from the crying and the pleasure you were receiving. The sounds that were omitted from your throat were like music to his ears, he wanted to hear them again and again. The faces you made, he paid close attention to what felt good, and what made you feel uncomfortable. The way your breasts bounced from the hard thrusts you were receiving, and the way your cunt was gripping him. He couldn’t focus on where to look.

“God, look at you. You’re so beautiful,” He started. “Almost makes me wish I could paint or something.” It was already working. Your thinking process was fuzzy and your brain felt like it was turning into mush. You weren’t speaking in complete sentences at this point. “Mm, feels so good Eren.” You slurred as you gripped the bed sheets beneath you. Eren got on his forearms to lean down and kiss you. He squeezed your cheeks like he did when he blew the smoke in your mouth, but this time he gave you a sloppy kiss. The sounds that came out of your mouth would've been embarrassing if you both weren't so turned on. One of his hands snaked down you rub your clit at a slow pace, which made it hard to keep up with, it caused you to get close. You started clenching around him.

“Eren,” You whined.

“Mm, I can feel you tightening up around me. Ready to come for me sweet girl?”

“Yes, please, please.” You chanted.

“Come on baby,” He kissed down your neck and used the same hand that rubbed your clit, to push down on your lower stomach, causing your body to immediately relax and take more of him inside you. “Come for me.” That was all it took.

“Eren, Eren, EREN! FUCK!” Your legs shook with such force as you screamed out his name multiple times. You tossed your head back in pleasure as your ejaculate gushed out of you and dampened the sheets below you and Eren’s lower stomach. Your hips attempting to buck if Eren hadn’t held them down. “Good girl, that’s it. Let it out for me.” He talked you through your orgasm, which only made it more intense for you. Your breathing pattern was all over the place. Your hands didn’t know where to hold on to; first the sheets, your hair, or Eren’s wrists. It was out of control.

“There you go, that’s my girl.” He purred as he pushed you further up the bed and fucked you through your orgasm then chasing his. He kept one hand on your hip and the other gripping the headboard to thrust into you. His thrusts were slow but deep to help you finish, then it got harder and faster. His pace was ruthless as his hips snap against yours with so much force that your head hits the headboard slightly with each thrust. “Oh god, ‘needed you so bad. You have no idea.” He moaned. His thrusts were so fast, that you tried getting him to slow down, but your voice was shot from the moaning previous. You weren’t able to let out proper moans, but Eren seemed to fuck them out of you.

“Oh shit, holy shit, Eren slow down I’m - Fuck!” You babble as you came all over him a second time. He looked down at you as you did. Watching your face contort in pleasure as your whimpers made their way down to his tip. “God, you’re killin’ me.”

The sight above you was something that needed to be in an art gallery. His bottom lip was puffy and pink from biting it so hard, and beads of sweat glistened on his chest and forehead. His hair was out of its usual bun and down along the sides of his face. His eyes were rolling back as well, which was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen.

“Eren,” You moaned out. “Hm?”

“Come inside me. Please. I wanna feel it.” You pleaded. He moaned in response.

“Yeah? You want me to come in this pretty cunt? You want me to breed you, baby? Wanna feel your cunt being filled up?” He looked down and smirked at you. You whimpered and nodded.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes. I need it so badly. Please, please.” You ran your hands up and down his abs.

“Fuck, I’m- I’m gonna come -- Oh God -- I’m gonna fucking come baby, oh fuck!” Eren pushes his hips down into you until your head is pushed up against the headboard. You feel him in your guts as you feel his warm cum in you and all throughout your body. His breathing was uneven as he gripped your hip, digging his nails into the fatty flesh.

“Shit,” He cussed and lowered his head down to kiss you gentler than before. “You ok?”

“Mhm,” She hummed. “So tired.” He chuckled and pulled out.

As he did, Eren rolled over and pulled you into his arms. “Let’s sleep. We’ll deal with Jean tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead and put the covers over your naked body as you drifted to sleep.

#aot #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren aot #eren smut #aot smut #aot x reader #snoopyearss #aot oneshots

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itzchasee · 2 months

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⁂𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐓 - eren jaeger.

✍︎ synopsis: you see your ex boyfriend Eren Jaeger at your friend Mikasa’s birthday party after three months passed since your break up.

☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾

It’s been more than three months since you and Eren broke up. No one believed you two at first. Like, how? You had the relationship that everyone wanted to have! Why did things end up like the way it did? It was just one random night, he looked into your eyes and said, “Let’s break up.” He didn’t even give you a chance to ask him to talk it out.. What bothered him that much to straightly break up with you?

After the break up, you saw each other once in a while, no, every time you went outside. By chance, of course. Or.. was it just about chance? Did it have nothing to do with Eren syncing his timing with yours? He always, and always visited the same places just when you visited them. He would glance at you, place a genuine smile on his face and lower his gaze.

However tonight.. He was different. You went to Mikasa’s birthday party and obviously he was there. You stood in a corner, having fun by yourself and watching the others with your calm eyes. You weren’t in your mood for partying, not for the last hellish three months. You were drowning in such great emptiness and no one even noticed, nor did they try to notice. Not even your best friends.. And you were still right where Eren had left you, living that moment again and again, non-stop.

Then, you caught his gaze locked on you. He was looking directly at you, not with a gentle gaze but a piercing look on his face. His green eyes were boring into you. Oh, his pretty eyes.. His face didn’t show any emotion but he looked like he could pounce on you at any moment. You wanted to cry, but forced yourself to hold your tears back. Why was he trying to ruin your night like this? He knew you still didn’t get over him and yet.. Oh!

You noticed he was now right in front of you, holding you by your waist and pulling you close to his chest. You could feel his heartbeats, his heart was beating calmly and relaxing. You realized you missed being in his embrace more than anything else. “I feel complete now..” His voice was shaky, barely audible. “I’m sorry, so goddamn sorry for leaving you like that. I needed space.. I.. I was starting to become toxic towards you..” He said, snuggling you while burying his head into the crook of your neck. He took in your scent, you were heavenly. You were his heaven.. You looked around, everyone was on their own thing, having fun and partying. No one noticed you two at all..

Were you going to forgive him? Who knows..

#anime x reader #anime #aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren aot #eren x reader #aot oneshots #aot levi #anime oneshots #snk oneshots

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violentvaleska · 2 months

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒓

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs/ ᴀᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ!ʟᴇᴠɪ × ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ʟᴇᴠɪ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ʜɪs ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴋɪɴɢ ɢʀɪsʜᴀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀʟ: ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ʜɪs ᴡɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴘʀᴇss.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: sᴍᴜᴛ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ, ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, sᴇxɪsᴍ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs...ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅs ᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ;)

Emperor!Levi who actually never wanted to be the damn king of anything. Being the only heir to the throne after his late uncle passed away he had no choice but to take the rein of the war-ridden empire Paradis

Emperor!Levi who decides after a long conversation with his consultant Erwin Smith, that the war needed to end, there was no point in continuing something his megalomaniacal uncle has started. And if conflicts aren't solved with war they are being solved with women. There opinion in this doesn't matter, an arranged marriage would be a key to peace and a potential marriage.

Emperor!Levi who offered the Marleyan King Grisha Yeager a generous deal: His cousin Princess Mikasa Ackerman of Paradis and Hizuru would be married off to their second son, Prince Eren Yeager of Marley and Levi would take their daughter in return, making her Empress of Paradis. He knew they wouldn't be able to refuse the deal, considering that Grisha Yeager's second wife, Carla, was once a noblewoman of Paradis.

Emperor!Levi who secretly only offered the deal because King Grishas youngest children were in fact half Eldian.

Emperor!Levi who, when he saw you for the first time, couldn't belive his luck. You, the Princess of Marley, were in fact a true beauty. You not only looked clean but smelled like it too, like you were taking good care of yourself. It truly relived him to see that you weren't filthy like your oldest brother Zeke. He originally planned to offer Mikasa to him, but seeing how he already had a wife, Ymir, a woman with eldian heritage and slave history, he had to give her hand to the younger brother.

Emperor!Levi who thought you were rather shy and docile, but came to realize that you infact were able to keep up with his cynic personality and were well read too.

"At least our children won't be as dumb as the heir to your lands throne" He told you the night before your wedding at dinner.

"I can't argue that. Zeke is an eccentric narcissist, I'm honestly glad to have a different mother than him." You awnsered calmly, taking a sip of your wine, while glancing at your soon to be husband.

Emperor!Levi who could not longer control himself on your wedding night and broke your hymen with a harsh trust of his hips, making you yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as you wiggled under his body, naked and vulnerable. Levi took his sweet time with you, making sure to impregnate you well.

Emperor!Levi who despised the idea of children, but somehow find the encouragement to fuck you every night in hopes to see your belly round with his child, his own heir, soon.

Emperor!Levi who got madly protective over you when the doctors confirmed your pregnancy to him. It went so far he didn't even want you to leave his chambers in fear something could happen to you. You felt furious, trapped and robbed of your freedom. Freedom, something your brother Eren had plenty off now that the war was over thanks to you and his wife, Mikasa.

Emperor!Levi who didn't understand why you were so upset with him, demanding of you to be grateful instead of a "nagging woman". If it wasn't for his own mother to stop her sons madness, you'd probably still be locked up in his room.

Emperor!Levi who nearly cried tears of joy when he held his newborn son in his arms for the first time, calling him Furlan after his late friend, a soldier who died a heroic death in the war. It was bitter, yet filled his cold heart with joy.

Emperor!Levi who found a new obsession in having you, his wife and empress, as an object of his desires, in every way possible. He'd make sure you won't be able to go back to that filth of a kingdom you have been born in. You were his wife now, his very own key to his heart...

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armins-used-qtip · 4 months

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It was no secret that Connie found you alluring. Even from the first time you met him, he let his eyes linger for longer than acceptable. Whenever you're with him you can feel his burning stare, especially on your body. He's a nice guy, although you don't know him very well since he's your boyfriend's friend not yours. Despite his attraction to you he would never act on it, he's a good friend after all.

You and your boyfriend, Eren, had a very closed off and intimate sex life. But he was a freak so you often found yourself doing... questionable things.

Being the hoarder you are, you had a small, white shoebox tucked under your bed. It was filled with mementos from your relationship. Ticket stubs, receipts, bracelet boxes, anything really.

Connie didn't know how he found himself in your room searching through your belongings like a pervert.

Earlier Connie had gotten a call from Eren

"Yo, Y/N sleeping at mine again. Could you do me a favour and go get her backpack from her dorm"

"Why do I have to get it. Why can't you or her?"

"She's in a lecture right now and I have to meet Armin in about.... 10 minutes. Please bro just this once??"

"....fine"

"Cheers bro, the keys under her rug."

There he was. Searching through your stuff, with no aim in mind. The backpack had already been found, so he should've left. But for some reason he felt like he'd be missing an opportunity if he left so quickly.

He slumped down against your bedframe, when he felt something poke him in the back. "Hmm... 'me and ren' what's this?"

He grabbed the white shoebox that was poking him. It was what he expected, just some cute memories and shit. Just as he was about to put the box back something glossy caught his eye. He wiggled his fingers further in the box to retrieve it. Nothing could've prepared him for what he saw. It was a small Polaroid. He couldn't tear his eyes from it, he was mortified but totally mesmerised.

You were positioned ass up on the very bed Connie was leaning on, completely naked. You had a gag in your mouth and your arms were tied. There was a pair of hands roughly spreading you apart, Erens obviously.

Connie was so taken aback by this photo. He had completely stilled, too scared to even move a muscle. He never took you for someone to be into that sort of thing. The more he thought about it, the hotter he felt his body get.

This is wrong. I shouldn't be looking at this Connie consciousness began knawing at him. Yet he just couldn't put it down. His eyes focused on your pussy, it was being manhandled by Eren. He felt terrible but a small part of him wished he was the one behind the camera, not Eren. A dry gulp was all he could form as he felt his pants get tighter.

"Shit" A wave of realisation hit him and he put the Polaroid down. This was bad and he knew it. He stood up and looked around your room. "Just get the bag and leave" he muttered to himself. First he had to put that Polaroid back in its place. He kneeled down and took the Polaroid, facing it the other way, and put it back in the box. He then noticed there were more. He felt guilty but not guilty enough to stop. He grabbed the stack and looked through them. Each one was somehow better than the last. His favourite was the one where you were on the bathroom floor, with your fingers deep in yourself. Eren was nowhere to be seen, unlike the other ones that were all clearly taken by him. This one was a selfie, maybe you had taken it for Eren?

He did something dumb. He slipped it into his back pocket and put the rest away, tucking the box back under your bed. He was thinking with his very erect dick rather than his mind. He could barely walk because he was so painfully hard. All he wanted in that moment was your pretty lips wrapped around him. A loud groan left him at the thought of you on your knees for him. His mind was so fuzzy from the pure arousal, he had to sort his hard-on out.

He stumbled into your washroom. He was looking for them. The pink frilly underwear he caught a glimpse of yesterday when you were at Erens. A small part of him hoped he didn't find them because he had no idea what he was about to do to them, all he knew was that he needed them. The way this man was behaving anyone would think he was inebriated, but no the only thing he was drunk off was the thought of your body underneath his. He dug through your clothes basket. He found them. It wasn't purposeful, but a small laugh erupted from him. Was he this pathetic? Was he really about to wank off to his best friend's girlfriend?

He looked at the thong style underwear in his hand. There was a dark patch where your pussy would have been. The sight of this had him panting heavily. All his guilt was washed away the second he brought them up to his nose, taking in the smell of you. Any common sense he had was now gone and replaced with pure, primitive lust. He swore it was impossible to become harder than he was, yet he found himself growing evermore. It was painful, he was so, so hard. He felt like a helpless puppy in heat. He reached his hands into his sweats and pulled out his rock solid dick. There was precum dribbling down the side. With the pink panties in his nose he began pumping his hand up and down his cock. He hissed at the feeling, he felt more sensitive down there than usual. He brought the underwear away from his nose and uncrumpled it. His stare was directed at the dark patch, even the sight of it nearly made him cum. He brought it to his mouth and began to lick the spot. The grip he had on his dick got tighter and he began pumping faster. Quiet and broken whimpers left his mouth, muffled by the fabric of your panties. He savoured the salty taste as if it was a 5 star meal. The pressure in his stomach was building up and he threw his head back in response. This time he held the underwear's dark spot to his swollen tip. The panties stuck to him as he jerked off into them. This was nearly enough for him to come undone, his movements were becoming sloppier and lost their rhythm. He whimpered and moaned your name as the coil in his stomach snapped. The deepest and guttural moans left him as he emptied himself onto your pink panties. Hot cum spilled into his hands as he tried to control his breathing.

"Shit" he panicked at the sight of your ruined panties. Still in a state of stupidity he shoved the dirtied underwear in his coat pocket.

His mind was racing on his way to Erens dorm. How would he look you in the eyes? What if you noticed your pants and your Polaroid were gone? But it was too late to return them now.

Knock knock

"Eren bro are you in? I've got your girls bag" Connie was surprised to see you open the door.

"I'm not 'Erens girl' I have a name" you said bitterly and took the bag from his hands.

Just as you were about to shut the door you spoke out

"Oh and uh... I have a camera in my dorm room"

You watched in amusement as Connie's soul left his body. His pathetic stammers only made you laugh.

" don't worry I won't tell Eren, but I want my Polaroid back" you said putting your hand out. He reluctantly reached into his back pocket and put the Polaroid in your hand.

"Thanks Connie" you offered a sweet smile before you shut the door in his face. How cute.

Ok that's the end. I've never written smut before so um if it's bad deal with it?

#attack on titan #aot connie #aot x reader #aot smut #connie x reader #connie springer #connie smut #pantylover #eren yeager #eren aot #eren jaeger #fanfic #oneshot #short fiction

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madeinparadis · 1 month

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SAFE | EREN JAEGER

pairing: eren jaeger × reader

cw: fluff and (mostly) angst, fear of loss/death, spoilers for the ending of the manga & anime ofc.

word count: 1.1k

masterlist: all characters

a/n: i was on the zaza (sleep deprived) while writing this, so the brief representation here of the paths is probably not the most accurate, especially given how the cabin scene in the anime & manga left some people confused. either way, hope you enjoy!

The birds chirped gleefully, flying over the roof of your cabin, their sound carrying the message that it was already morning– yet another day beginning and taking away your counted time with your lover, who lay serenely asleep beside you. You observed how the warm sunshine illuminated his face, casting a golden halo around his body that made him look angelic– it distracted you from the plans he would act out in the near future that were, in fact, the opposite of angelic. But pretending didn't hurt, and as long as you were here, you were safe.

You didn't understand the entire complexity and operation of the paths, but they were a very welcome escape for you. After all, if you were to live in reality on earth, Eren would be away from you, tormented and left alone to his own devices– instead, he built you both a home in the paths, which allowed you to run away from everything and just breathe, even if only momentarily.

As the sunlight passed between the curtains and hit his face directly, Eren slowly blinked his eyes open, looking at you.

“You should've slept some more. You seemed peaceful,” you asked, keeping a quiet tone.

“I was,” he replied, his gaze still melting into yours. “And if I got live like this by your side until my death, I'd live in peace.”

“Then don't go.”

“I don't want to go.”

“So stay.”

“You know I can't do that," he muttered. “I have to finish my plan.”

Your expression saddened as you listened to his words. You too knew he would have to leave you for his war, and you also knew you would be alone– all your comrades would go on with their lives, and you would be thinking back to the days when you lived in fear, but in love. It was a cruel reality, the one you lived in, and it was the price you paid for loving a man whose rage and determination made him a slave to freedom. You were, logically, more than aware of the fact that no matter how much Eren Jaeger loved you, he would never put a stop to his plan.

But you could always dream. Dream about a life where the titans never invaded your childhood home, or one where they didn't exist in the first place. In your dreamscape, you could both run off and get married, and Eren would build you a home even better than the one you had at the moment. You would live far away from the bustle in your hometown, somewhere in the countryside, where your days would be serene and quiet. Outside, you would gather the dry laundry with a big basket, watching your husband walk back home with a load of freshly chopped wood in his arms. Perhaps, inside your little cottage, you could find room for children of your own– a boy and a girl, much like Eren and Mikasa– they would each have different features from their parents, both in appearance and character. What would they be like? Would they be stubborn like their father, or curious like you? The possibilities were endless, and you cherished the thought of all of them. You could be a good mother, and you wanted nothing more than to be his wife someday. Maybe in another lifetime. In this one, all you could do was daydream as you mindlessly stared at the man lying next to you in bed.

You focused your eyes on Eren's hair, strands messy from the friction against your pillowcases. He looked serious today, and you moved your dominant hand up to softly card your fingers through his hair, continuing your observation of his features.

“I wish I could stop you from doing it,” you spoke up again.

“I know.” His gaze dropped down to your collarbones.

“It's unfair, you know. I should hate you for leaving me before we even got to live...” you stopped for a second, feeling a knot form in your throat. “But even if all of our friends are going to marry and build their own families while I visit your grave, I still can't hate you.”

“I'm sorry.”

“I know,” you mutter. “I just wish things had worked out differently for us.”

“I do too. You know, when we were younger, I used to think that I would kill every titan, and then we would run away together afterwards.”

Eren's eyes met your own again, and you could sense an odd feeling of nostalgia linger in the air.

“We were so naïve back then.” You smiled, remembering your past days.

“At least now I can save all of you guys.”

You stayed in silence for a moment.

“But no one can save you.” Your hand slid down from his scalp to caress his cheek.

“You've already saved me,” he contested, placing his hand on top of yours, over his face.

“Not from death.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“You can't stop me from dying.” He squeezed your hand slightly. “But you have stopped me from feeling like a dead man many times before.”

You reached your limit of stoicism, and what was a threat became a reality– Your eyes turned glossy and red as tears spilled out of them and fell on Eren's thumb, which brushed under your eyes and gathered your waterworks tenderly.

“What am I going to do without you?”

“Live your life freely.”

“I don't want freedom, I want you,” you choked out between sobs.

“You'll have me for as long as we're here.”

You curled up against him, letting him run his hands through your hair while your tears dried up. Despite it all, you were still with Eren, and he wasn't going to leave you just yet– so you enjoyed his presence while it lasted, listening to his heartbeat and engraving its sound and rhythm into your brain, in hopes that you would never forget it.

The two of you basked in the morning sunlight, and lay in bed curled up together until seconds turned into minutes, and you ended up losing track of time. Not very long after your tears dried, however, you tugged at Eren's shirt, gently guiding his face until his lips collided with yours, crashing like waves in a low tide– slow but impactful. Backing out to breathe, you let your fingertips ghost over his cheekbones, drinking in the sight before you like a relic, praying that all the memories you stored would stay with you for eternity.

Eren was right. You couldn't save him, and he could not stay with you forever. But as long as you were here, in your little cabin, he would be yours, and the two of you could be happy– away from the real world and the harsh truths that awaited you. It didn't hurt to play pretend. For now, you were safe.

#madeinparadis #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren x you #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot x reader #aot oneshots #snk x reader #mikasa ackerman #aot #snk #angst

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baugojo · 2 years

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🎧YEAGER EREN!

quick summary: humiliating him, him getting mad

word count: 457

“Eren I-“

“-Angel, I’m driving. Do you really want me to loose my temper right now.”

you scoffed at your boyfriend. he’d only continued to stay quiet; his muscular hands revolving around the wheel.

He had a very compassionate way of expressing how he felt towards things you did. And well yes, you both argued and bumped heads a lot.. you both also loved each other very much.

“eren” you chocked up; ignoring his previous request to keep hush. “I know you are upset, but I just don’t understand why it was such a big deal?”

sometimes you’d wondered what went through his mind; whether it was him being the reasonable one, or not.

“I don’t want you around him. He just bugs me.” was his response; still concentrating on the clear view ahead of the wheel.

“but why-“

“I said no.”

and with that, the car went silent again. you’d both plucked out each others anger enough to curse under your breath; anticipating his next move.

“fine.” You hawked; turning your head to the window.. completely engulfed by the opposition of erens angelic features, ignoring his presence completely.

but when you both stop at the drive-thru of your favorite place, he’d almost always spoil you rotten.

He watched as he could tell you noticed his car suck into the drive thru, but you still ignored him and his antics.

When his car was next in the drive thru though, you didn’t even do so much as blink his direction; the lady in the Inter-com asking for his order.

“Hi! Thank you for choosing F/R! What can I get you?”

Erens voice draped around your neck, asking you the simplest question, while getting you your favorite food. ‘What do you want to eat?’

Of course you being you, you turned your head farther, as if not even acknowledging his quiet wait in the line.

He realized you weren’t budging after asking again; making him turn to the Inter-com once more and asking, “sorry, give me a moment ma’am.”

she hummed in yes form, awaiting for him to respond again; making you slightly chuckle at his embarrassment.

“Oh, so you think this is funny?” Quickly, he grabs your chin with his big hand; forcing eye contact with him, while he watched your body want to retreat.

“I-“

“no. your going to order whatever the fuck you want, and then I will deal with this later.”

His lips were brought to yours, stinging his perfect serumed lips into your beautifully tainted ones. “I’m going to ask again, what do you want princess?”

let’s just say, humiliating Eren was something that would never ever happen again. at least not intentionally.

#eren yeager #eren jaeger #aot fanfiction #aot imagines #eren jeager x reader #eren x you #attack on titan eren #aot eren #eren x fem!reader #aot fluff #aot headcanons #aot oneshots

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chosos-mascara · 1 year

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summer

𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - you and eren don't want to start college as virgins.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - smoking, make-out, dry humping, PiV, virginity loss, smut with a story

minors + ageless dni 5k words

Twelve months ago, the last exam had taken place. The day a weight was lifted graciously from the shoulders of the students around you, a day freedom was cast. No longer would you waste nights cramming, or evenings exhausted on subjects you'd cared little about, when they'd have been better spent with friends. This, was where life would begin. Adulthood was on the horizon, so close you could taste it.

A job, good money, no more worries over assessment, homework, or extra-curricular activities (at least, for a little while). A gap year of dreams you were taking alongside your best friend, one you'd meticulously planned with one another, details confirmed as if already experienced. The pair of you had celebrated, a parade of final good-byes to friends leaving for university, drinks to commemorate the past years of your life, and the future yet to participate within. You'd spoken with them too, of the ideologies, the great expectations of the next three-hundred-and-sixty-five days, leaving behind deadlines for nights out, visualizing flashing lights and bass boosted music through intoxication. This was the start of your twenties, after all.

But sometimes, through the consumption of media, we glorify things, scenes from movies blurred with that of real life. Sadly, these experiences do not occur for the average person. Eren and yourself, in particular, working shifts and going home to sleep, were a part of that majority.

Working was dull and unfulfilling, draining energy from you as if you'd been a mere battery in need of a recharge following an eight-hour shift, too tired to do much else. The year of greatness had come and gone, and nothing had changed other than the cycle of four seasons, of which you'd worked on auto-pilot for minimum wage. A soulless stacking of shelves.

The prospect of working along-side your best friend had been appealing in concept, though in actuality it had consisted of working on opposite ends of the store, only able to fit in a mediocre glance while passing one another. On occasion, the pair of you would be rewarded with a break spent in the other's presence. Though as time had progressed, it had become another monotonous part of the day, because it was another half-hour spent in the confides of the workplace, around colleagues twice your age with half the amount of wit, and motivation. More often than not, you'd worked alternating shifts all-together, and despite the fact you'd barely seen one another during working hours, those eight-hours were still harder to get through without him.

Armin was a three hour train journey, Mikasa a plane ride, and everyone else from school had been dotted throughout the country. Just as the pair of you had envisioned the gap year, your peers had plans for university too, intentions to return home once a month for catch-ups and drinks. These, much like your schemes, did not occur. It was more due to the fact they'd moved on with their lives - another rub in the face that the pair of you were still in the same place a year on.

Despite the lack of development surrounding your circumstances, Eren had changed. The differences had become more apparent, now - brown hair longer and tied into a messy bun, biceps peeking from the black uniform shirt had grown in size, as had he. The two of you frequented one another's homes, though the time would be spent playing games or watching movies. Conversations didn't happen too often, and wouldn't stray far from the topic of work. Though, you'd accepted the fact he wasn't a kid anymore, and most likely hadn't been interested in your babbles - not that he wasn't aware of every detail of your life anyway. You'd worked at the same place, lived a few doors down; your lives were practically carbon copies.

The last shift the pair of you would work at what had become an unremarkably repetitive part of life had passed, and you'd been relieved to part with the job. Every minute of the last stretch was one minute closer to the start of summer, the freedom of unemployment and transition back into student-life. A parallel you hadn't expected a year ago. Now, you walked side-by-side, just as you had on the last day of school.

Eren placed a cigarette to lips; a habit he'd picked up from his older brother's visits. Inhaling, amber burned inches from his face, the light dimming as he pulled the stick from his mouth to exhale a cloud of smoke. Late afternoon was turning to evening around you, but the sun was still warming on your skin, crickets singing in the patches of grass slotted between tree and pavement.

It was peaceful. The nostalgia of older times pottering back from school had followed you, simpler times that you'd shared with your friends. The first walk home from work had been so bizarre, turning the road without Mikasa and Armin trailing behind. This stroll home would be the last spent in his presence - Eren had a license now. He'd be driving the pair of you to university in a few months, though you questioned each vision that had come to your mind, because this year had let you down - who's to say upcoming ones wouldn't, too?

Closing on on your street, you'd peered over the familiar wooden door, chipped brick wall separating street from garden. Reaching a hand out, your fingers rested over the latch of the iron gate, paint peeling to reveal the orange of rust beneath. "See ya." A tired voice spoke, moving eyes from the tarmac beneath your shoes to meet his green irises, of which had been scanning over you in contemplation. A final puff of smoke left his lips while he'd flicked the butt behind him, leaving it to fall somewhere in the road. You waited for his good-bye, but as a few moments passed, you'd assumed a simple glance was all you were going to get.

"My parents are away tonight. Wanna stay?" Eren questioned, abruptly. Movements halted as he'd spoken, you turned from halfway down the stone path to look over your shoulder. It had been a while since the pair of you'd had a sleepover. Over the past few months, you'd spent no more than a few measly hours together before the other would return home for food or sleep. But, the glint in the glint in his eye was one you'd recognized from childhood - as if he'd asked you to come play for the first time again.

"Yeah, okay." You replied with indifference, though within your chest your heart had picked up pace, excitement coursing through fatigued bones as the prospect of old times wondered over you. You'd cursed yourself for hoping for anything more than the lousy gaming sessions you'd shared over the past month, but his expression had enlightened a glimmer within you that you couldn't shake.

Rushing inside to shower, you were focused on anything other than the water running over you, instead pondering over the evening ahead. Perhaps you'd find courage to ask him what you'd really wanted to, instead of shallow small-talk. Honesty shared between you, just like you'd used to be with one another.

Cramming clothes into a bag, a charger, a toothbrush, you deemed yourself ready, before long at his door. Hand raised, fist balled, knocking and waiting. Footsteps echoed through his hall, ones that brought a feeling into your stomach as you listened to him approaching you, lock turning. The old oak crept open, revealing your friend behind it, a loose fitted white t-shirt, relaxed black trousers, bare foot. "Hey." Greeting him, a smile on your face, bag slung over your shoulder.

Eren didn't reply, simply stepping back to allow you space to enter his home. You tread through, throwing your bag down in the usual spot, in the corner of the hall. "I got pizza." He stated, walking toward the kitchen. You followed him with your eyes as you'd taken off your shoes, finally trailing behind once they'd been placed neatly alongside his. Floorboards creaked beneath you while you'd passed through the narrow landing, through the unpainted door frame.

Two boxes, one open with a few slices missing, the other still folded shut, sat on the old stained table housed in the corner of the room. Opening the box had revealed a pizza you'd gotten many times before, one you'd considered a favourite. "You did good." You smiled, picking a piece up and taking a bite, glancing up to meet green eyes. He was leaning back against the table, arm folded over the other. He'd always worn a brooding look, one you used to pride yourself on reading, though with age you'd become less able to figure out what was going on inside of his head. "Not hard to remember the thing you always order." He commented, a bite being taken shortly after, an awkward silence airing between you disrupted by quiet chewing sounds. Once he'd finished the slice, he grabbed a remote, turning on the small TV that his mother had situated high on the wall, a source of entertainment in the small, dated kitchen for when she'd had to spend a few hours cooking a meal.

Memories of childhood with the Yeager family flooded through your thoughts, his mother's warming personality when you'd come in from the old outdoors, usually in tears after being picked on by her son. At first, yourself and the blonde had been closest, though with age you'd grown a backbone, no longer giving into Eren's teasing. Once this had occurred, the four of you got long well, a good balance between teasing and empathy, each part bringing their own qualities to mix within the group. Without them, the house had felt a little empty. You'd wondered how Eren had felt, losing what had been like a sister to him as she'd gone to study far from her adopted home.

Sounds of a game show had filled the space, replacing stale silence with soft chatter and laughter. You'd continued to eat, mind wondering while you were perched on the rickety chair, elbows on the table, eyes on the contestants. The brunette paced to the fridge, shoving the crust of a slice into his mouth as he pulled two cans from a shelf, placing them on the table before finally taking a seat - though over halfway through his meal.

"I can't believe we're done." You spoke through chewing, peeling your gaze from the small television to your friend, who'd been hunched over his own box. His eyes remained on the cardboard until he was done with his mouthful, finally flickering up to meet you after swallowing. "Thank fuck, couldn't stand that place." Eren spoke, bitterness raking through his voice as he'd recalled the past year of his life. He too had wished for better experiences, and was left with one of the worse years of his life. "It wasn't that bad." Disagreeing with him was something you'd often done, though as his stare hardened, you fought the urge to take back the words you'd spoken. "What're you talking about? Every day we were just hamsters on a wheel, just fulfilling meaningless tasks without question." The passion you'd heard him express many times before radiated through the words he'd spoken, brow furrowing as he'd looked over you in disgust.

You shrugged, looking down at the food in front of you once more, uncomfortable in the way he'd studied you. Although he was hard to read, his hatred was not. When Eren was angry, it was as apparent as the sky was blue. It had most likely been down to the fact his features had already been so cold, but when he was annoyed, the distaste ran through his expression.

"It was always temporary," You picked at the crusts you'd left in the box, prodding them as if to distract yourself from the male before you. "So, it didn't bother me." Voice timid, you surrendered your own argument, a weak defense as you'd wished upon the conversation coming to an end. "You back down too easy." He'd spoken the words under his breath, tearing his food with his teeth as his mouth was stuffed full. You chose not to fight back, maybe as young teenagers you would've bitten the bait, but now, you had little interest in debating with him. Though, this was most likely a positive, as Mrs Yeager wasn't here to come to your defence if her son kicked off at you.

She'd always been there, even when your parents hadn't been. She'd even housed Eren's brother despite him not being her own, and had been some what delinquent through his years. He encouraged the worst out of her son, but she supported him nonetheless. When you'd questioned her over the decision, she'd simply told you he'd needed a home, just as Mikasa had.

"Wanna smoke?" Eren asked, closing the now empty container before him, standing and brushing the crumby fingers down trouser legs. He wondered to the countertop, grabbing the carton and lighter he'd left there, glancing over to you as he made his way to the back door.

The sun was setting, you could see the amber glow through the gaps in the blinds, peering through to the garden. You stood, meeting him at the half-opened door, following through to sit on well-kept grass. It was always short, littered with daisies, bordered with stones and soil housing a few varieties of flowers. Nothing spectacular, but it'd had a homely feel. Another aspect of his house that had been unchanged since the day you'd first stepped foot within it.

The air was still warm on your sun-kissed skin, a faint hum of music playing a few doors down, most likely that of a garden party. There had been the scent of a barbecue too, one that had always reminded you of summer evenings like this. Eren lit his cigarette, tilting the box to you, allowing you to take one. You pulled one out, placing it between your lips, allowing him to lean toward you and bring the flame to kiss the end of the stick, innately sucking in. The familiar orange glow, a breath in and out.

"Still going to the same college?" You asked, though aware of the answer. He nodded, closing heavy eyes as he exhaled. "Can't get rid of me yet." Eren's voice was low, lids opening to let orbs wonder over the fence surrounding the small corner of the world you'd resided in, one he'd be able to recall blindfolded. You were sure you could, too.

"Do you think," You began with hesitance, watching a bee land a few feet in front of you, mingling in a buttercup. The insect collected a small amount of pollen, flying to the next flower. "-things will change?" The question left your lips, some worry within your voice, as you remained fixated upon the show before you, on the small creature conducting its way of life; fullfilling its purpose. With this, you'd wondered if you were satisfied within your objectives. Maybe everything would be simpler if the two of you had been born another species.

"Doubt it, they didn't after high-school, did they?" His reply was apethetic, and somewhat confusing. Things had changed, maybe he'd been oblivious to that, too caught up within his own mind to think about those surrounding him. "A lot has changed, Eren. Your sister moved countries, Armin has gone off to do some fancy degree-" You spouted, though the vent had been cut short by the slightly louder voice dominating the conversation.

"We haven't changed, though." He brought the cigarette to his lips once more, and as the tip illuminated his face, you'd realised how quickly the sun had set. It'd been minutes, but a curtain had still fallen over the garden, night nearing. The bee you'd peered over was now gone, most likely making its way back to the colony.

"Guess not." You replied, for the first time that evening you'd actually agreed with a statement. It had felt as if the pair of you had lagged behind your friends over the past year - they were all done with their first year of university, and yet, you were in the same place you'd been since high-school.

"Talking to anyone?" You asked between drags, the cigarette burning a little too close to your fingertips. The question made your chest tighten, anxiety rising as you'd awaited the response. You hadn't known why - he was free to see anyone he'd pleased, though deep within the confides of your brain had been a tinge of jealousy whenever you'd pictured him with another. Most likely a sisterly instinct, as you'd grown alongside him, though you'd been unable to deny your small crush on your childhood friend.

Eren never appeared to respond with his body language, only words. It made interactions with him a little stressful, as there had been no way in which one could predict what he'd say before the words were pulled from his chest. You'd simply had to await the response.

"Nah. You?" He replied, to which you'd shaken your head, finally parting with the burning paper between your fingers, flicking the nub to the other side of the garden. Sighing, your back hit the grass beneath you, gaze moving to the sky above. There was a deep blue painted overhead, a glow from the newly risen moon, stars dotting the canvas with a bright burn. The lawn was cooling over the skin on your back, arms situating themselves beneath your head, tickled with the nature under your skin. Eren mirrored your actions, the warmth of his body grazing yours as he laid beside you. He was longer than you, but he'd positioned his head to sit beside yours, to see what you'd seen.

"Do you feel like everyone's moving through life but us?" You inquired, tracing the small white glows to search for constellations - though you hadn't been too sure on what you were looking for. "Sometimes, yeah." Eren's voice was soothing, but you'd felt your stomach churn as he shifted beside you, a reminder of how close the pair of you had been laying. His tone was something you'd wished to hear more, longing to spend more time like this, alone with the world.

"Can I tell you something?" You'd been aware your continued questioning had probably held some annoyance to him, though within the moment, you'd felt at ease. The dynamic between the pair of you had complimented one another; you would talk, and he would listen. Others may assume his lack of dialogue had been due to disinterest, though you'd understood it was simply because he'd had little to say.

"Go ahead." He spoke, a sigh escaping his lips as you opened yours, curving them into an embarrassed smile as you spoke; "I'm still a virgin." Admitting your secret had left a tense strain over your mood, a small giggle erupting from the silence as if to aid the strain. The lack of response from your friend had left a bad taste, and with hesitance, you turned your head, praying that the impassive expression you were met with would reveal something of use. "Really?" Eren had sounded intrigued, though manner still cold. "Yeah, kinda pathetic, right?" An exhale had replaced the awkward laugh, though as he hadn't mirrored the innate response, you grew concerned over the topic.

Sex, and relationships, hadn't been something you'd discussed with him for some time. He'd assumed you'd delve into such thoughts with Mikasa, likely sparing no detail as she'd been forced to listen to one of your unforgiving rants - yourself assuming he'd boasted about under-cover experiences with his male friends.

"Sorry," Exhaling, you brought a hand to temple, face screwing up as you'd mentally cringed at the discourse. "Was that too deep?" The relationship between you had been a little hard to understand, and you'd been unsure where boundaries had laid. At times, it was as if the two of you were strangers, though evenings like this, he'd felt at one with you.

"Nah." His reply was late, allowing you to mentally fuss over the stillness following your admission, awaiting a response. "I am, too." He'd mentioned nonchalantly, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. It'd made sense - the pair of you were rarely out without the other, but with Eren's appearance and charm, it was questionable.

"Oh." There had been difficulty formulating a response other than the small sound you'd made, and you'd recognised the discomfort he must've felt when the subject had been introduced to begin with. "Well, at least I won't be the only one in college with a v-card." An attempt at light-heartedness, though again, he hadn't laughed. Instead, he let his thoughts brew until he'd formulated a comment.

"Or, we could just lose it before college." He suggested, to which, instead of an awkward giggle, a genuine exhale of amusement passed through your parted lips. "How do you suppose we do that?" You moved the hand that had rested at your forehead to reside on your chest, the other arm still supporting your head. "Might be easy for you, but no guy would wanna fuck me." The response was solemn, even if you hadn't intended it to be. It's not that you had doubts within yourself; it was your confidence had let you down when it had come to an interest in a member of the opposite sex.

"God, you're so thick at times." He sighed, mentally cursing as you'd furrowed your brow, turning to him in annoyance to question what he'd meant, but before the words could spill from you, his lips were pressing against yours.

The movement had left you in shock, eyes open, his face atop yours. Though, as he lingered on you, adjusting to support himself with his forearm, the realization sunk in. After analysing the situation, riding out the wave of surprise, your lips moved in synchrony. The taste of burnt tobacco had radiated between the pair of you, a small hint of pizza, though mostly, the flavour you'd focused yourself on had been him. With a decade of friendship, you hadn't imagined yourself able to do this - to taste him. Though now the permission had been granted, you didn't want to stop. The way his lips danced with yours had felt as if you were made for one another, mouths created purely to accompany their counterpart.

The action had ignited a swirl in the pit of your stomach, radiating desire through you, to create a pulling between your legs. One you'd felt during fleeting moments of self-pleasure, though this had been the first time an action of intimacy had created the sensitivity. Eren's nose bumped with yours, a string of spit building between the two of you, a sheen over lips, though ignored. His skin felt smooth as you'd ran your fingers across his cheek to cup his face within hand, adjusting the arm that had been a pillow to your tired head to rest at the back of his head, intertwining his hair between digits.

He hummed as you'd lightly pulled at his hair, sinking his head lower with yours to deepen the kiss, while you'd tugged at the strands at the nape of his neck, fingers snug between bun and head. Eren's arms caged around your body as he pulled himself between your limbs, the summer dress you'd modeled falling upward, exposing your wettened panties to his clothed cock. You'd felt his hardness as he'd rocked himself over your slit; another feeling you'd yet to experience until now. A moan caught in your throat at the contact, hips bucking upward and legs curving to wrap around him. The kisses grew sloppier between you as the new sensation arose in the places between legs, frenzied humps against one another, a tightening in your stomach.

The eager whines from your lips fell straight into his, hands desperately clutching, tugging at his hair with maneuvre. His bulge massaged against your slit feverishly, building up a tension in your core, breaths between you manic as you shared the moment, savoring how your body had felt on his. This was something you'd never done before; you wondered if Eren had felt the same stir within the pits of his abdomen too, a tingle gracing down your arms, the tickle of the grass on your back as the frantic movements between you had caused the skirt to hike up further, exposing more skin.

A guttural moan left your chest, followed by stuttered gasps from your lips, eyes squeezing closed while your body tensed up, pathetic humps against his cock as you felt your orgasm crash over you, at an intensity you'd never felt before. The ecstasy flowing across your body hadn't been like what you'd given yourself before - it was different. You'd grasped his face tightly, a mess under him, a heat spreading across your cheeks as he'd been a bystander to the otherworldly experience you'd just had, allowing his friend to use his erection to reach her high.

When it had fizzled out, you hadn't time to flush with embarrassment, as Eren had been unbuttoning his trousers with one had, his body-weight supported by the other arm, lips ramming back onto yours. You pushed your tongue into his mouth as you pulled at your underwear, pulling away from his lips for a moment to roll the cotton down your legs, and he imitated the action, knees bare against the grass of his garden, chill hitting his exposed skin.

"Will anyone see us?" You asked, chest heaving. His green eyes meeting yours made your heart flutter, his cheeks tinted with a crimson tone as he guided his cock to sit at your slick, pumping over the shaft. "Nah, they're all old, they'll be asleep." His reassurance was half-assed as his eyes left your face, instead flicking to his cock pressed up against you, slowly teasing himself in. He exhaled, mouth hanging open as he pushed forward. You watched his guise falter, face relaxed as he felt your cunt embrace him, a whine escaping his lips at your warm walls hugging his leaking cock. The amount of friction he'd endured had almost been enough to have him come in his boxers, though he resisted the urge.

After pushing himself into you fully, his gaze flickered down to yours. A smirk played at his lips as he glanced over your blissful demeanor, expression soft as you'd watched him through half-lidded eyes. "Does 't hurt?" He questioned, pulling halfway out before easing back into you. Your breath was shaky as you exhaled, eyes locked with his. "A little." You commented, voice wavering. His movements were slow, gentle pants falling from him as he moved in and out of you with ease. Your tired eyes rolled back, back arching off of the lawn as pain turned to pleasure. Eren took that as a signal you were okay, and sped up, hands gripping at your thighs. It was hard to hold himself back from cumming during the first few moments; the way you'd clenched around him had his dick in heaven, biting his lips to contain moans he'd felt rising through him. He'd only had his hand for the past twenty years, a pussy had felt a thousand times better, tight yet soft, made for his cock to fuck.

You were whining under him, the top of your head kissing the ground as you'd arched back upward in pleasure, your fingers fining their way to circle over your clit. He watched you contort for him, gritting his teeth at the display, fighting the urge within him to just shoot his seed inside you. He'd wanted to fill the virgin pussy with cum, but he'd resisted, unable to allow this to end so quickly. Eren wanted to savor this moment he'd had with you, to watch your body move with his, his cock taken in by your warmth.

Coarse hands gripped at your hips, a cacophony of stuttered breaths and mewls played a synchrony of sounds, an orchestra made up of two. The way he'd held you, how he had loomed over you, the fact you were his first, were all things you'd be unable to forget. His face fixed on you, pleasure written across his features, burned into your mind. This was something only yourself and Eren would share.

"Eren-" His name fell from your lips, another swipe across your sensitive clit, his fingers squeezing the fat of your thighs tighter, until he'd had to halt altogether to stop himself from cumming. You continued to rub regardless, panting and circling your hips, stuttered humps as you worked yourself up again, clenching, tensing, pulling over his member. He groaned, the small motions from your pussy keeping him seconds from spilling. "Inside?" Only half of the question left his lips, thighs clenching to stop his orgasm. "Can I cum inside?" He was reduced to a murmur of words, a mostly incoherent sentence, though your frantic nodding had been enough permission, and he was slamming his hips into yours once more, a loud moan leaving his lips as his chest rose and fell, grunts erupting from his chest. You'd come undone too, for the second time, his name the only thing on your mind as you'd clenched around him, repeating the syllables over, and over.

He lingered for a moment, tracing a thumb over your cheek and pulling out, a warmth dribbling from the hole he'd just evacuated as his seed left you, too. An unfamilliar sensation, though knowing it'd been from him had created a new feeling within you, one familiar to that of arousal, mingling with a sense of accomplishment. A smile crept across your face as he pulled his trousers upward, laying beside you once more. You straightened out the creases of your dress, pulling it over your knees, goosebumps prickling over you as the heat of the moment had died down, cool air over you again.

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fqiryspit · 1 year

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EREN + FOUR EYES GF <3

eren x glasses!fem!reader

cw: sucking dick, pussy eating, titties being called little, glasses being seen as smth innocent.

eren can't explain it...he just loves your fucking glasses so much.

ok, first of all, he thinks you look adorable in them. and when they knock up and down against your face that's how he knows he's fucking you right.

don't get him started on how you suck his dick. your frames sliding down as you choke on his cock? poor baby :(

-and when you clean them off because he couldn't help but cum all over them.

he is a titty man. he needs titty pics sometimes just to get through the day. so, you sending him a pic with ur little perky titties and your glasses making you look so...innocent? it kills him every time.

wait...are you cleaning ur glasses? how about eren eats you out on the counter rn as your blind ass can barely see him.

fuck he loves eating your pussy. lapping at that little wet clit is all he needs in his life.

ps. he pouts when you have a contact day.

an: this was sooo short but i really wanted to do smth cuz I'm aching for him but I'm so busy rn I can't even do anything. EVERYTHING is shortened because i have acrylics on rn and even though they're short they're fucking killing me

#eren jeager #eren yeager smut #eren yeager oneshot #eren yeager imagines #eren yeager fic #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger imagines #eren jaeger fanfiction

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certifiedjaeger · 2 years

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OOOOOOO CONGRATS ANNIE!!!!

I gotta send a request for my boy of course 💕

Rennie + “Can I kiss you?” 🥺💕

♡ certifiedjaeger’s 800 event ♡

Character: Eren Jaeger x fem!reader

Prompt: “Can I kiss you?”

Word Count: 2.5K+

A/N: thank you!!!!!!! <3 I loved writing this heheh <3 Eren’s such a cute lil idiot ahhh I love him 🥺 (anyways, this involves eren having a lil bit of a crush on his friend’s sister…. 👀 also may or may not take place during a truth or dare game with a bunch of eren's other college buddies)

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You’re so close. So close.

Only about twenty or so feet down the hall, doing god knows what behind your closed door. He wonders if maybe you’re laying on your bed. He wonders if maybe you’re scrolling through Instagram… maybe his Instagram, staring at his pictures, like he does with yours late at night. He’ll never know, however. He knows he’ll never know what you get up to in your bedroom. And yet, he can’t stop thinking about you– especially when he’s just so damn close to you… But before he can let his mind wander too much, his friend–your brother–is suddenly calling for him, reminding Eren that it’s his turn to give Jean a dare.

It isn’t easy being in love with his friend’s sister. Well… it is and it isn’t. You make it easy, he thinks to himself, you make it really fucking easy to love you. And your brother? Well… yeah, he makes things a bit less easy. Eren knows he can never act on his feelings. He knows sisters are off limits. And yet, he can’t help how he feels about you. Or how he fantasizes about you… Or how his stare lingers just a little too much whenever you’re around; his breath hitching in his throat every time you’re just a bit too close. No, he can’t help any of that, least of all the way that his heart and body aches for you. But he knows he can never have you. As much as he hates to admit it, you can only ever be his in his mind.

“Fuck, I don’t know– Why’d you choose dare again? Trying to keep up with me?” Eren snaps back to the present; nonchalantly slipping back into the game that Connie had decided he and the other guys should all play.

“Fuck off,” Jean snorts, taking a sip of his beer. “Hurry up already, I’m tired of looking at your face.”

“Yeah, you’re one to talk, horse face,” Eren bites back, just a hint of anger in his eyes as he glances at his annoying friend.

“God, you guys never stop, do you?” Connie chimes in, throwing a pillow at Jean. “Okay, fine, I’m going to give Jean a dare,” he states, his face looking almost as if it hurt from how hard he was thinking.

“Oh, great,” Jean remarks sarcastically.

“I got it! I dare you to drink toilet water,” Connie snaps his fingers, sounding triumphant at what he considers to be a genius idea. Well… that is until he hears the room erupt into chaos.

“No–” Jean begins to reply defensively and loudly. But Eren’s laughter seems to drown out the thunderous noise.

“You have to,” Eren snorts with amusement, still laughing at the prospect of Jean with his head stuck inside a toilet bowl. “That’s the rules.”

“No, I fucking don’t! I’m not doing that,” Jean persists. “I’ll just pay the $50, I don’t care.”

A chorus of boos–littered with some very vulgar insults–can be heard throughout the rather small living room, causing Jean to get even more defensive over his stance.

“Here,” Jean holds a fifty dollar bill in his hand and throws it in the middle, raising his middle finger to Eren as he does it. “Your turn. Truth or dare, asshole.”

“Dare, obviously. Asshole,” Eren replies condescendingly, narrowing his eyes in disgust as his competitive nature fully begins to make an appearance. But just then he hears something besides his friends; he hears your door open. Fuck.

“What the hell is going on out here?” You come walking down the hall, smiling with a hint of amusement in your voice as you now stand before the group of guys. “Is somebody getting murdered?”

Eren suddenly doesn’t know what to do. You’re wearing an oversized t-shirt and the tiniest pair of pajama shorts he’s ever seen you in. Only his mind could have conjured up such a welcoming sight. And yet, here you are, standing in front of him with your arms crossed, looking as beautiful as ever with your bare face and messy hair. This was real– Definitely not a dream.

“Yeah, Jean’s being a pussy and we’re actually going to kill him about it,” Connie yells in an eager voice.

“Oh? Never thought I’d be an accessory to murder before,” you raise a brow. “Sorry to hear that you’re going to die, Jean,” you turn to the taller man sitting across from your standing form. The other men in the living room laugh obnoxiously, but Eren doesn’t. No, he’s too preoccupied with staring at you. God, you’re so pretty, he thinks to himself, so fucking pretty.

“I’m not dying,” Jean looks displeased as he rolls his eyes. “Plus, it’s not even my turn anymore. Fucking go, Eren.”

That snaps Eren right out of the trance you unknowingly seemed to have put him in– But not before Jean notices. “I already said dare, idiot.”

“Okay, fine,” Jean crosses his arms, leaning back against the wall as a smirk overtakes his face. “I dare you to kiss his sister,” Jean points to your brother and then you.

Fuck.

A string of amused gasps and laughs can be heard as Eren snaps his head toward you; he sees you choke out a little laugh as a vulnerable-looking expression dances across your face for half a second before settling into amusement once again. He looks away. He has to.

“I– What?” Is all Eren can manage to say. Fucking asshole, he thinks. Such a fucking asshole. He doesn’t know whether to be pissed or grateful. He decides to go with the former.

“NO,” your brother chimes in a second after he does–thankfully, Eren thinks–distracting everyone from the flustered response that he had just given. “Not my sister!”

“What are you, twelve? I’m not gonna do that, I’m not trying to be a creep,” Eren raises his voice at Jean, beginning to get angry now; he can feel his jaw clench as he silently curses Jean for putting him on the spot like this.

“She’s off limits, you fucks!” Your brother yells, slurring his words a bit as he says them. He may or may not have had one too many tonight, Eren realizes as he glances over at him. Eren suddenly feels very grateful that he hadn’t been drinking at all because if he had, who knows how this night would have ended. Eren, annoyed now, shakes his head at your brother; he realizes his new irritation with him might have something to do with him telling everybody that you were off limits. Eren already knew that, he doesn’t need the reminder.

“What do you have to do if you don’t do your dare?” Your small voice speaks up over the chaos. Eren’s head instantly whips up as his emerald eyes meet yours; he looks almost like a deer caught in headlights as you gaze down at him, awaiting his response.

“He has to give us fifty dollars,” Connie speaks for Eren–enjoying the commotion almost a bit too much–as he grins at you with amusement, laughter still evident in his voice as he speaks to you.

You whistle as your brows raise in surprise. “That’s pretty harsh. In that case–” you turn to Eren, “I don’t mind.”

“Wh-what? No,” Eren looks at you as though you’re crazy; like you’ve absolutely lost your mind. “That’s– No, I’m not gonna do that,” he replies defensively as he feels his cheeks warming up.

“Ouch,” you flinch at his words. “Would it be that horrible to kiss me?” You wince, letting out a small–almost sad sounding–laugh as you awkwardly cross your arms over your chest.

“Don’t talk like that about my sister, Jaeger,” your brother slurs, pointing a finger at–and, honestly, looking like he was ready to fight–his much taller and bigger friend.

“Oh, shut up,” you roll your eyes at your brother’s embarrassing attempt to ‘protect you’. “What, are you trying to defend my honor or something?”

Eren’s eyes–a bit wide now–glance from you to your brother. “I’m not– That’s not what I fucking meant,” Eren bites back defensively, starting to get more flustered at the situation he’s somehow stumbled into.

“Kinda what it sounded like, actually,” you turn your attention to the brunette man, teasing him with a playful smirk that takes his breath away for half a second.

“I– That…” he stumbles on his words before closing his mouth and letting out a loud, frustrated sigh. “Okay, fine, whatever. Fuck it,” he mutters, looking anywhere that isn’t your face as his own begins to look more and more irritated and overwhelmed. “Come over here, then.”

“Wow! You really know how to charm a woman, don’t you? You must be a real ladies man,” you continue to tease him with that little smile of yours. It mocks him; playing with his emotions as he suddenly isn’t able to look anywhere that isn’t directly at it. He hates it. No… he loves it. He wants to wipe it right off of your face.

Eren hears his friends laughing at your playful insults. But none of that matters now because you’re walking toward him, slowly making your way to him as you shake your head at his slightly offensive behavior. He doesn’t deserve it, he thinks. He doesn’t deserve to have you this close to him as you bend down and sit right in front of him.

“You know I’m doing this to help you out. So maybe be a bit kinder,” you softly laugh, noticing the dark pink that’s dusted across his sun-kissed cheeks. He runs a hand through his hair–a nervous tick he’s always had–as the dark brown strands then fall into place, reaching down to his chin as they do. He looks angry. No, he looks nervous. Well… you don’t exactly know what to make of his expression. His emerald eyes stare back into your own with a vicious fire in them, looking intense in their fired up state. But his lips– They tremble slightly as he takes in your full appearance before him; your knees touching his own as he sits with his body much closer to yours than it's ever been before.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks,” Eren somehow manages to speak. He–gladly–doesn’t sound too eager. No, he doesn’t sound eager at all, actually; he sounds sarcastic. A bit upset even. Even if that’s the furthest thing from the truth… As if he could ever truly be upset being this close to you.

“I’m gonna be sick, I can’t watch this,” your brother throws his arms up and storms out of the room, huffing and puffing all the way down the hall. You can hear Connie’s signature laugh fill the room as your brother stumbles away.

Eren thinks he might be sick, as well, actually. He can’t believe that you’re right in front of him, waiting for him to kiss you; that you’re waiting for him to take you in his arms and place his lips against yours in a sweet embrace. He had only ever dreamt about something like this before, only ever thought about it. (Probably hundreds of times, if he was being honest with himself). But he had never considered that it would actually happen. If he takes a single second more to think about it–to work himself up too much about it–he knows he’ll never be able to go through with it. He needs to kiss you now. He needs to get it over with.

Eren gives you one quick glance before quickly leaning into you. But you’re much faster than he is and you instantly pull away; dodging his futile attempt at placing his lips to yours. When he registers that his lips don’t connect–that you pulled away from him–his eyes snap open and he gives you what has to be the most bewildered look you have ever seen on a human.

“What the hell?” He mutters under his breath–his voice dripping with anger and irritation–as his brows furrow and his mouth hangs slightly open out of confusion.

“You didn’t ask first.”

The smile that you give him sets his heart ablaze. You’re toying with him. Just messing with him as you stare at him through playful eyes. He feels humiliated, he feels like he’ll never love anybody else. He feels that if he doesn’t kiss you right now, he may actually die. He needs this to be over with. He needs to know what your lips feel like.

“You really ought to ask a lady first, you know,” you lean in, whispering closely to him with that annoying–and intoxicating–smile still present on your face.

He doesn’t match your smile, however. No, he set his lips into a thin line, letting out a harsh sounding sigh. He didn’t know it was possible to be this flustered, and yet, here he is, continuing to grow more and more overwhelmed under your stare. The fact that his friends are all present for this–that he can hear them all snickering in the background–nearly has him getting up and storming out of the apartment.

“Can I–please–kiss you?” He bites out once again, looking at you harshly.

He had wanted this moment to come for so long. He had spent so many hopeless nights staying up and thinking about you; thinking about what your lips might taste like. And now here he was, about to experience that–about to finally find out–only now it was with his cheeks red and his temper short. There was a part of him that just really wanted to get it over with so that your taunts could end and so that he could finally breathe out a sigh of relief. But there was another part of him that wanted to savor this moment. To really enjoy it– Because he knows that it’ll never happen again. At least anywhere that isn’t in his dreams.

“Yes, of course you may. Thank you for asking,” you respond sweetly with feigned innocence; your voice sounding like honey to him even as you continue to tease him. He swallows dryly, glancing down at your lips as he licks his own, before then letting out a shaky breath.

It’s now or never. He leans in once again, almost expecting you to pull away just like you had before. Except this time… you don’t. No… this time, his lips instantly find yours and land perfectly against them; melding into their shape as you softly kiss him back.

For just a second, he forgets where he is. He forgets all about a dare and all about the others snickering at him. He doesn’t hear them now, he doesn’t hear anything at all besides his heart beating rapidly in his chest. And all that seems to fill his mind now is you; how warm your hand feels against his cheek… how soft your lips feel against his own… how gentle they are as you deepen the kiss. Nothing else matters now except for you. Well… that and the warmth he feels coursing through his veins at how close your body is to his. He can’t help but think about how small your shorts are, how amazing you taste, how right this feels…

And then it all stops.

You pull away and sound comes rushing back to him as he hears the loud banter and whistling of his friends, reminding him that he’s not alone with you; no, he’s not at all. He’s in his friend’s living room, surrounded by a bunch of his other friends. But of all the things he is suddenly reminded of, the harshest has to be that what had just happened had only been a dare. That it hadn’t been real at all.

Minutes pass and Eren seems to be both annoyed and grateful for the passage of time. On one hand, the spotlight is finally off of him as his friends have become too preoccupied with the continuation of their stupid game to even notice how distracted and overwhelmed he is. But on the other hand, you aren’t here anymore. You’re back in your room, far, far away from him behind your closed door, doing god knows what. You probably went about your night, not caring in the slightest that you had just made his. Well, at least that’s what he thought until he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Instinctively, he pulls his phone out and opens his instagram, finding a couple of new notifications waiting for him. All from a very familiar looking username…

He sees that a couple of his pictures were liked and that… a message was waiting for him. He quickly opens it, eyes scanning the screen as he holds his breath.

@YourUsername: That was nice… We should do that again sometime soon. (Just make sure not to tell my brother 😇)

Fuck.

Yeah... that’s exactly what he was. Fucked.

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amethystsprinkles · 1 year

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Drunkenness

By Amethyst Sprinkles

Yandere! Eren x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, Noncon, smut, cunnilingus, oral (reader receiving), Alcohol, intoxication, arguing, Dacryphilia, oblivious Eren Yeager

Summary: When Eren gets drunk at the refugee camp, he gets a little handsy.

He looks at you as his flushed-red cheeks are now proof of his drunkenness. The both of you had moved away from the others- well more like he whisked you away with his heavy smooth hands… They were so warm and comforting, while yours were cold and rejecting.

How did he manage to like you? How did anyone? You never talk and when you do it’s hardly important. At least that’s what your parents used to say. Before they sent you off to the army never to see you again.

“Y/n, are you okay? you seem distracted.” Eren spoke, breaking you from your painful trance. “I-I’m fine. thank you, Eren.” He smiled. Suddenly you realized how close the two of you were. Literally and figuratively.

The golden lights radiating onto him made him look perfect. “Y’know, Y/n, I’ve always found you beautiful.” Your e/c eyes were now looking into his green ones. Oh, how they made you swoon. “Thank y-” his lips connected with yours and the air between you both ceased to exist. You could feel the multiple eyes and Mikasa’s rage on you.

Your waist was held tightly as he broke the kiss only to latch onto your neck. You let out a small gasp before running your fingers through his long brown hair. Shortly after you were lifted by him. After leaving the previous tent, you were taken to a new one not far away.

He sat you on the cushioned floor and gently lifted your chin slightly. “Can I taste you?” The question left you frozen. Before you could answer he began taking your pants off. “Eren please- I-” The sound of him shushing you became apparent quickly.

“Not when you’re this drunk Eren please!” you yelled, trying to push him off. You didn’t want to go without protection or in someone else’s space. “C’mon Y/n, I love you. I need you. I need your body, baby, please.” He gruffed.

You watched as your pants were flung across the room. His now burning hands gripping your underwear. He removed them just as quickly as your pants. You were completely exposed and open to him. You felt powerless and scared as tears filled your eyes.

He didn’t care. He continued to take advantage of you. His arms held you down roughly and he began to admire your body. The thought of one of your dearest friends doing this made you feel so humiliated and betrayed. Without warning his desperate lips opened and indulged you. The sounds of your moans were heard throughout the entire village.

You had tried to push him away, but he was relentless in his pursuit of you. But he loves you, right?

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uhhhitsgray · 2 years

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Gamer Boy

↳ Pairing Eren Yeager x reader ↳ Warnings: nsfw, eren x fem reader, smut, orgasm delay kind of - if you squint, some fingering, blow job. ↳ w/c: 3.4k~

"Bruh, I need a healer! Where the fuck is Connie?!"

"Of course he got food without telling anyone."

"Ah shit. I died in their spawn, left side."

"Shut the fuck up Jean, you're bottom of the team!"

This was all you had been hearing for the last few hours - Eren playing games with his friends. He was already gaming when you let yourself into his apartment earlier in the day. He paused for a moment, giving you a peck on the lips as you told him you were fine with hanging out while he still played.

Though, your answer may have been a bit different if you knew he'd be playing for this long. His gaming wasn't the issue at all actually. You two played games together all the time. The issue was you becoming gradually more horny as your mind played out scenarios of him fucking you stupid.

Oh how your core was now aching for his tender, yet at the same time rough, touch. How you craved the way he'd always twist your nipples just the way you like it to incite an instant moan to slip from your lips. How his fingers moved inside you, how he filled you up perfectly.

Fucking hell.

His back was facing you in his chair at his desk, headset on, arms moving across his keyboard and mouse. His veins exposed, muscles flexing as he moved. His hair in the normal bun it was usually in, it looked good but would look better with your hands weaved through it.

Walking up behind him from the bed, your hands snaked around his neck. Eren jumped slightly, pulling one side of his headset off of his ear. "Holy shit you scared me." He let out a small laugh.

"Yeah?" You breathed on his neck, placing kisses down the one side as your hands slid forward on his chest.

"One sec, guys." You heard Eren say as he pressed his mute button on his keyboard, turning his head to look at you.

"Baby, I'll be done after this game, okay? Promise."

You let out a small groan, your hand running up his neck, finger trailing over his adams apple. "Hmm - can't wait for you," the kisses you place on his neck are turning into nibbles. "Need you now Ren."

His body stiffened slightly, eyes still on the monitor in front of him.

You kiss his neck. "I want to play a game too. How about I get on my knees under your desk…" You kiss the other side of his neck. "And suck your pretty cock, hm?" You bite his neck, your hands slowly trail down his chest, down his abs as your first finger dips into the waistband on his shorts and briefs.

He takes a staggered breath in as his eyes glance down to your hands.

Your finger moves away from his waistband, "But, keep playing your game. Unmute your mic, act like nothing is happening. Yeah?" Your hands yet again wander down the outside of his shorts to find his cock already half hard, you smirk to yourself.

Eren swallows next to you, "Yeah, okay." His breathing is already faltering some, his response breathy.

Without another word you're on your hands and knees, crawling under his desk. Fingers dancing up the outside of his hips up to the waistband of his pants. Pushing your fingers inside of his pants, his skin is soft and warm to the touch.

"Lift up baby." You state in-between his legs. In a brief second his thighs are pushing off the chair under him as you tug side to side to pull his shorts and briefs off.

As his bottoms pool to his feet, Eren picks up one foot after another moving the clothing out of the way. Once both feet were planted on the ground you scoot forward placing kisses on the inside of his thighs. Erens legs closing slightly at the sensation.

You giggle, "Spread your legs a bit Ren. Don't be shy." Eren shifts his weight a bit in his seat as he spreads his legs more for you.

"I can leave this game right now if you want." Erens voice wavers a bit as you nuzzle your cheek into his thigh, lazily stroking his cock that was gradually getting harder.

Eren pushes his chair back a bit, allowing him to see you in between his legs. You hold his cock up, running your tongue from his base to his flushed tip. "But baby, that'd defeat the purpose of the game." You smirk up at him.

Erens head lulls back at the sensation, a groan escaping his lips. "Do as you please baby, but when you're done I'm gonna fuck you so good." He leans down a bit, holding your chin with his thumb and finger. "You want that, princess?"

You can feel a heat pool between your legs, your eyes glazing over at the words that fell from his lips. A nod was the only thing you could manage. Erens thumb brushes the side of your cheek, "I thought so."

He gives you a wink as he scoots his chair under the desk again, cock hard and hanging heavy between his legs.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm back. Yeah everything's good." You heard Eren continue to talk to his friends, but you ignore the chatter above you as your eyes look over his cock in front of you. Thick, and long with a vein that runs up the side. His tip was shiny as you continued to smear precum over him.

Your hand loosens around him as your place kisses and nibbles on his thighs as his muscles become tense. You could say you had an obsession with thighs, but who could blame you with his thighs splayed before you. Smooth, tan and muscular. Fuck he was pretty.

"Mmmm…" Eren let out the smallest groan as you tighten your grip on his cock, moving your mouth over his tip as your tongue dances circles over it.

You hear him clear his voice from above you, "Yeah I'm good."

"I did not moan, I just got a cramp in my foot." You smile to yourself. You move your mouth further down his cock, bobbing your head up and down on his shaft. Your tongue rubbing on the underside of him.

"Fucking h-hell." Eren whispers out, your eyes shifting upwards watching his stomach rise and fall as his breathing quickens beneath his shirt.

"Huh?" Eren speaks into the mic. You remove your hands from his cock, running your hands up on the top of his thighs, stopping right below his hips as you continue to suck his cock.

"I am n-not stut-terring." You feel his thigh muscles get tight under your palms. You entice him to slip up more by digging your nails into his skin. You hear him let out a shaky breath.

Cute that he's trying so hard to hold it together.

Your hand makes it back over to his cock as you move your mouth off of it. Pumping his cock, it’s ungodly hard right now, that's covered in a mixture of saliva and precum. Slick noises are almost becoming too loud under the desk.

You see a bead of precum leak from his head, your hand pauses at the base of him. You circle your tongue over his head and flick your tongue over his precum soaked slit. His body flinched under your control.

"Hm? Yeah I'm here." If you could see Eren's face right now, you could probably cum on the spot. You were sure his pretty face is brushed a light shade of pink across his cheeks and nose. His pupils are probably blown in those beautifully blue green irises of his.

You take your mouth off his cock, you could feel how soaked you were without even touching yourself.

Fuck.

You needed to sit on his cock, you needed to be filled by this man now.

You crawl out under his desk, Eren's face looking exactly how you pictured. You smile up at him, sighing, "Pretty."

You stand taking your clothes off behind Eren, you watch him for a second as his weight shifts in his chair almost as if he's looking for relief to his heavy cock between his legs.

You turn his chair slightly, pulling a leg over his lap straddling his lap.

Eren pulls a side of his headset off his ear again, pressing a key on his keyboard, muting his mic then moves both hands to your waist, blown pupils finding yours.

"Couldn't wait princess?" His hand is running up your stomach, kneading one of your tits in his big hands.

"I dunno, you tell me." You grab the hand that's holding your breast and move it down to your pussy.

Eren's eyes become dark as his fingers feel just how wet you were for him. A finger pushes past your entrance as he moves his finger in and out of you. A low growl leaving his mouth, "Fuck baby."

You grab his wrist, pulling his finger out of you, "Play your game Ren."

Eren shoves the finger that was inside you into his mouth, licking the juices clean. You could feel his cock twitch under you. "Hhmmm, as you wish baby."

His body shifts under you, sitting up straighter to allow better and more comfortable access to his cock for you.

Your thighs press against his outer thighs, as you scan over his features as Eren tries to take his focus back to his game.

"Sorry, I'm back."

"Yes, I'll actually try this game."

"Huh? Nothing.. just been a bit distracted the past few games, all good."

You giggle to yourself as if he wasn't about to be distracted again in a few seconds.

You shift your body weight to one leg, reaching between your legs to grab Eren's cock. Rubbing his tip against your wet pussy, you notice Eren biting his lip. Probably trying to keep a moan in more than anything.

You lean your upper body closer to his chest. Your bare nipples touching his chest covered by his t-shirt. As you sink yourself down onto his cock, your nipples brush down his chest as your breath fans over his neck. You close your eyes as pleasure washes over you. Eren's eyes locking into yours as his head lulls back, lips pursed trying his damnedest to not make a noise.

You hear faint chatting through his headset, sounds of his name being called but he wasn't answering. His eyes still held your stare as you slowly started to bounce on his cock.

"I … hmph …" Erens hand that was on his mouse is now grabbing onto your waist, squeezing the skin as you keep your slow movements up. He lets go of your side, as if he needed to squeeze you to regain some sort of composure. "Yeah, I hear ya Connie. I'll be r-right there."

You lean your head forward, forehead resting on his shoulder as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. You hear the chime in his headset indicating he muted himself. His big hand runs up the back of your neck, grabbing a handful of hair yanking your head back to look at him.

"You're not be-eing fair right now."

You slowly lowered yourself on his cock, shifting your hips to push him even further into you, a soft moan escaping your mouth, "How so?"

He pulls your head further back, as he sucks the skin on your neck. "You're being a fucking brat. And -" Eren pauses, his eyes rolling back into his head as you start rocking your hips on his cock. He lets out a groan beneath you, "And you know what happens when you're a brat."

Eren lets go of your hair as you lean your face into his neck, lips brushing his skin placing soft kisses as you pick up speed of you riding his cock. You whisper into his ear, "Think you needa remind me, Ren."

"Yeah?" His thumb is rubbing across your bottom lip, his eyes watching as his thumb pulls your lip down.

He unmutes his mic, "Something came up guys I gotta go."

"I'm fine, I'll talk to you guys later."

He leaves his match, taking his headset off and sitting it down on the desk. Scooting his chair back more as he grabs your ass, lifting you up so high off his cock just the head is still inside and he bucks his hips up into you.

Moans falling out of your mouth, "Fuck Eren!"

"Say. My. Name. Again." He states between every thrust into you. Your body turning into jelly as he continues to fuck into you. A hand grabs your tit, twisting your nipple just the way you like it. Your back is arching into him.

You moan out his name as your forehead has found the familiar home again on his shoulder, as you feel his hand grabbing your face, turning it towards him. "Can't be tired already princess, we're just getting started." Before you could even spill words out of your mouth Erens putting his hands under your thighs, holding you as he stands and walks you over to his bed.

He leans over, placing you on his bed as he places a soft, gentle kiss on your lips. He pauses, leaning back to peel his shirt off of his body and takes in the view of you below him. Your left leg out straight in front of you as the right is bent at the knee. He has the perfect view of your wet pussy, lips a faint shade of red from him rutting into your moments ago.

"On your stomach, princess." He says from above you, palming his cock as he watches your naked body pull a pillow under your stomach, back arching as you push your arms above your head, face squished into the bed below you.

"Fuck, who's got you this wet baby?" It's a rhetorical question, but a question to feed his hungry ego.

You spread your legs further apart for him, displaying your soaking cunt below him. Your eyes look behind you, catching his. "You. You've made me this wet. Just thinking about you fucking me has been driving me mad."

He lets out a small laugh as his middle and ring finger rub up and down your pussy, dipping his fingers into you as he curls his fingers just the right way in you.

"Hmn … Eren, fuck. That feels good." You moan out, your pussy tightening around his fingers.

You let out a small whimper as he removes his fingers from your pussy as he leans his tall frame over your back, "Tell me how good you taste for me." His fingers move in front of your mouth as your part your lips and suck his fingers, moaning as you make eye contact with him. "I taste so fucking good."

He loved every second of it and you could tell.

"Yeah?" He asks, as you feel his cock rub up and down your slit again.

Before you can answer he's pushing his cock into you, slow and deep.

"Hmn, fuck." He groans out from behind you. Pleasure washes over you, making it impossible for words to form.

A few pumps in and Eren is making a smooth and steady pace for himself. You turn your head to the other side, mumbling something under your breath.

“What’d you say baby?” Eren pauses his thrusts for a split second.

“Harder. Fuck me harder, Ren.” Your blown pupils catch his stare.

A devilish grin spreads across his face as he leans forward grabbing a handful of your hair pulling your body upwards. His warm breath fans across your neck as he speaks, “You mean like this?” He lets out a slow groan as he pulls himself almost fully out, letting go of your head as he bends his knee planting his foot on the bed below you two. His hand is holding onto your hip as he pushes himself hard and further into your soaking cunt.

“Fu-uck … hmn!” You moan out below him, vision becoming blurry as he continues to thrust into you with a rhythm that is driving you insane.

“More … more please.” You beg beneath him as if he wasn’t already fucking you perfectly.

Eren lets out a low groan behind you, “You’re being a needy little thing aren’t you?” Slick noises becoming louder the longer he fucks into you, “Hmn, you hear that ba-aby? That’s all you making those noises. Fucking hell.”

Your pussy tightens around his cock, Eren’s heading rolling back at the feeling. “Getting so tight on me princess.”

Your moans and whimpers are becoming louder with every thrust of his cock, your skin feeling tingly as your body gets closer to the orgasm you’ve been chasing.

“Not so fast now. Cumming so easily isn’t what I’ve taught you, is it?” He pulls his cock out of you, removing the pillow from below your stomach. “On your back baby.”

You mindlessly do as you’re told, too fucked out to even bother to answer him. Eren scoots close to you, his hands pushing your thighs up as he wraps one around his waist. In a split second he’s leaning over you, the loose strands of hair touching your forehead as his hand grips around your throat squeezing slightly. “Answer me, brat.”

“N-no, you didn’t teach me that - ah! Fuck Eren.” Your statement turns into a moaning mess as he slides the head of his cock back into you.

Your head lulls to the side as he starts fucking you with the force from before. Eren has a smirk plastered on his face as he watches your cheeks blush, your chest is heaving as you pant below him. Eren leans back on his legs, his hands running up your thighs to your knees, pushing your legs into your chest. “You look so pretty being fucked like this. Feels good to know you’re a mess because of me.”

“Only you…” You pant out, your eyes locking in with his. “Only you can do this to me.”

“Yeah, that’s fucking right princess.” He leans over you, pulling his dick out slightly, his lips meeting yours. His lips are soft on yours, as his tongue enters your mouth, sloppy kisses are exchanged as he slams his cock back into you.

“Hmn … hmm.” You moan into his mouth, your hands travel to the back of his head, fingers lanced in his hair pulling him closer.

His thumb moves down, circling over your clit. As if you weren’t already a moaning mess, you surely are now. “Cum for me princess, you deserve it. I’m right there with you.”

Eren leans back, away from your face as he keeps rutting into you. His movement falters as your pussy tightens around his cock, your eyes roll back into your head - back arching off the bed below you.

“Fuck … ah Eren!” Your hand grabs his forearm squeezing as your orgasm washes over you.

Your body shakes below him, as he slows his movement to allow you to ride out your orgasm. “Fu-ck.” His voice stutters, his body twitches above you as he pauses. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, can feel his cum fill you to the brim.

His hand runs through his hair as he finishes emptying himself in you. Small whimpers come from your mouth at the feeling of him finishing.

You’re still panting as he pulls his cock out of you, laying down next to you. Eren lets out a sigh, “Holy shit.” He tilts his head to the side to get a better look at you. Your cheeks are flushed, bits of your hair sticking to the side of your face.

Your forearm covers your eyes as you try to steady your breathing, “You’re fucking amazing.”

Eren rolls onto the side of his body, “Yeah?” He kisses your cheek. “You’re fucking amazing too princess.”

You turn your head, holding his face in your hands giving him a kiss. “Hm, good.”

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yeagersslut · 9 months

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Jealous! (Obsessive) Eren x reader headcanons

Jealous! Eren absolutely despises it when he sees you entertaining the prying eyes of others at a party. His gaze is on you from afar as you move your body to the rythm of the music. He hates that he’s not the only one admiring your figure. He had noticed this guy that’s getting awfully close to your group of girls. The guy eventually gets close enough to you to the point that you can practically feel his breath on your neck and his hands itching slowly to your waist. Eren places his cup down on the table that’s still filled up to the brim with strong booze as he stands up emitting a long sigh.

He really didn’t wanna have to do this tonight..

Obsessive! Eren bombarding your phone with messages and missed calls just because of one small mistake. You had told him previously that you were going to hang out at (friends name) house, but your location was telling otherwise. Your friend and you decided to go to a cafe instead which you forgot to let Eren know. You’re currently at the cafe and you see his figure approaching..

Jealous! Eren who craves your reassurance after another fight. Deep down he is really sensitive and he hates feeling weak so he always turns that sensitivity into anger which gets him into alot of stupid fights concerning you. So yes, he may seem nonchalant to others, but they haven’t seen the way you have to practically console and reassure him in the car after each fight.

Nsfw !

Jealous! Eren tried to warn you but you didn’t listen when you met up with this “friend” you had made on campus which he clearly told you not to hang around with, because anyone with a decent amount of common sense could notice that this so called friend obviously liked you, no not in a friendly manner. Eren was already not fond of this guy, when the first time they met on his way to pick you up from campus, he “accidentally” grabbed your waist to help you balance on your feet. Even though there weren’t any stairs to fall off. This guy had absolutely no boundaries on respecting your relationship, which is also one of the reasons why Eren doesn’t like the idea of guy “friends” He believes that it should be only him who can admire your doe-like eyes when he gazes down upon you, only him who should be able to hear your adorable laughs when he tells you a joke. Only him who should be able to even look at you.

You didn’t listen to him. So now you’re struggling to keep your breath even as he grips your thighs tighter by the minute against the hard wall supporting your sweaty bodies. Your mind is getting fuzy and you can only focus on all the pleasure at the moment. Your head hits the walls behind you again and again while your eyes are getting more teary by the second. “Am sorry Ren” your attempts on begging fall on deaf ears as he’s pounding into you even more mercilessly than before. The chance of getting caught participating in such sinful acts in the school bathroom turned Eren on more. His pace quickened as your cunt was swallowing his cock entirely at this point. “Gonna fuck your pretty head dumb princess~” he said breathing hard onto your neck

“Too much ren” your whines are getting ignored

as your walls tighten up around him, his body starts getting tense and his cock twitches inside of you. Loud knocks on the door alarm your senses and your remaining pieces of morality, but you’re in too much bliss to care right now.

“Gonna cum inside” He whispers in your ear as he gives you a sweet peck on your forehead and you nod your head. His cock twiched one more time before filling your cunt full of his load. You moan loudly as you came right after him, mixed juices now dripping down on to the bathroom floor as he’s pulling his cock out of your aching cunt.

“Atta girl” Eren praised reaching over the sink cabinet’s for a washed cloth and helping you clean up.

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arminsumi · 11 months

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FLEUR

Oneshot | Eren | ♪

Eren works as a florist at his mom's flower shop, and just next to it is his dad's clinic. After your check ups, you browse the flowers. Eren always glances over at you longingly.

But he never manages to work up the courage to talk to you, and it always gets him down.

⚠️Cws; fluff, light angst

Notes; black!fem!reader

"Ah, Eren." Armin sighed pitifully at his friend.

Eren lowered his chin onto his forearm, and let his gloomy eyes flutter closed.

"You really need to do something about this." Armin said.

You had yet again come into the store, bought a bouquet, and vanished from sight. All Eren managed to say to you were simplicities, hello how are you that will be $6.99 thank you see you again.

Eren sighed heavily and rubbed the tension out of his face with his hands. "She'll come by for another checkup at some point again; I promise to really talk to her then."

"Uh-uh! You said that last time!" Armin shook his head.

"Well, this time I really mean it."

"You also said that last time."

Eren let his head fall back and groaned. He always became lethargic at the end of a long working day, especially when this happened.

His mom descended the stairs from the upstairs apartment. She didn't need to even ask what had gotten Eren in this mood, it was all too familiar.

"Eren?" She called out, but he closed his eyes and rested his jaw heavily in his palm.

"Yeah?" He mumbled lamely.

"Get off work early for today, okay? You two go out and stretch your legs, take your mind of things." She spoke gently.

She sighed and turned to Armin after Eren was unresponsive, "Armin, take this poor boy out somewhere nice." She asked.

"Yes ma'am." Armin clapped his hands together, "Eren, let's go, come on." Armin encouraged, and tried to move Eren by his arm, but he wouldn't budge.

He let out a throaty groan, like he was in pain at the sight of embarrassing memories in his mind. There they were, projecting onto his eyelids like a movie.

At that point he was being so dramatic that it became comical.

Armin laughed, and tried to move him again, "Come on, big boy, we'll go get some food and bitch about life, how does that sound?"

He gave Eren another encouraging tug on his arm, "Come on! Move, move, soldier!" He shook him playfully.

"Alright." Eren sighed heavily, and finally moved. Though, he moved as if his whole body was made of lead.

They exited the flower shop together and headed out onto the sidewalk. The winter sun gave the street a sharp, crisp quality.

Eren had such a heavy mood all around him, so Armin tried to be funny to make him feel better. But all of Armin's work didn't pay off because Eren's gloom was stubborn.

"Wanna get some takeout?" Eren suggested lamely.

"Eren, you've had takeout every day for almost a week now." Armin looked over at him pitifully, "Let's get something good to eat, okay? My treat."

"Alright, fine then." Eren agreed.

They ambled down the street, talking while window shopping down the block.

During midday time in the city, it felt like a beehive. The incessant rumbling and buzzing of cars, the unnecessary hooting, the sighs of braking buses rolling to a standstill at the gleaming red stoplights.

Even babies were crying somewhere in the distance. It felt like New York. No, it was worse than New York. A city like this was a nightmare.

Still, it's home. And Eren felt happy to live in the same city as someone like you, even if he only ever got to see you and not talk to you.

If there were god above, then they took great pity on Eren that day, and cast a spell of luck over him and you. In this beehive rush at midday, Armin and Eren wound up at a secluded restaurant.

It was one of those restaurants that the eye easily skips over unless you're really hungry. The only reason you visited there was because your mom and grandmother ran it together.

It had been some time since you'd been to visit, though, so really... this was a truly lucky day.

The doorbell chimed, it sounded rusty, and Eren entered with Armin at his side. The latter scanned his environment with bright eyes, but his best friend didn't have even a trace of light in his gaze.

That is, until he caught a glimpse of your hair from behind.

"Armin, three o'clock." Eren whispered into his ear.

"I saw, I saw." Armin nodded, noticing you an instant after Eren did. He had a lopsided grin on his face.

You were cheerily talking to your mom, by chance, about the boy who works at the florist's down the block.

"Sounds like a match." Your mom teased, "Why not talk to him?"

You shrugged, "He doesn't seem to be interested. I mean, otherwise, wouldn't he have talked to me by now? I always visit after checkups, you know, like I said."

Eren and Armin took a seat by the window near the entrance. A soft light filled the restaurant. Each time Eren took a glance at you, he felt like he was laying eyes on an angel.

"Eren, go on." Armin encouraged, "This is prime time to introduce yourself."

Eren pursed his lips, folded his arms on the table, and shook his head slowly.

"Come on, if you don't do something, I will."

"Don't even think about it." Eren snapped.

Armin leaned back in his seat and let out a sigh. His best friend was always stubborn like this.

When your mom came around to take their orders, Armin asked her where the bathroom was. Eren didn't pay much attention, but his friend was brewing a little plan to help him out.

Very smoothly and swiftly, Armin weaved through the tables, went to the bathroom to fix his hair and practice what he would do, and then emerged confidently.

Eren looked over and saw Armin talking to you. At first he felt this confused jealousy, but then watched as you laughed and rose from your lonesome table and walked over to the table he was sat at.

It was all quick, and before Eren could stutter out a confused hello, Armin introduced the two of you.

He did it with a smirk, "This is Eren. Oh, Eren, hope you don't mind, I thought she looked lonely and might want to join us for lunch."

Armin gave Eren a wink.

Hearing your voice once more, and viewing your dark complexion in this angelic light, it had Eren's heart panging nervously in his chest.

But Armin threw jokes around, and lightened the mood, so Eren's tensed shoulders relaxed and he finally eased into the conversation.

Though, you noticed, he stuttered and spoke quietly when you asked him questions.

"Your dad runs the clinic, right?" You asked.

Eren nodded, "Uh, yeah, he does. And my mom runs the florist where I work..."

"You help your mom's florist business?" You tilted your head adoringly at him, "That's so sweet of you. I love that."

Armin pursed his lips to keep from smiling, watching as how Eren's face grew extremely red at your compliments.

"Oh, I just remembered, I've got to return that library book." Armin lied.

"What library boo – ohhh, yeah, you do that..." Eren played along.

Armin rose from his seat, "I'll be back in a bit, it's a long walk." he got to his feet.

"Alright! See you, Armin." You kindly waved goodbye.

And so he left, and left the two of you alone together in that golden light. Good conversation and subtle flirting filled the air between you and Eren.

Clearly this was the start of something good.

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