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sincerlycas · 1 year

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handle that.

summary: plug eren takes his girl out to the mall after working overtime for the past days but gets into a run in and y/n gets the repercussions.

warning: plug eren, bad bitch y/n, black y/n, drugs, gun, toys, backseat sex, slight rough sex, full nelson, mature scenes, etc.

don’t forget to dm me for commissions <3

see one thing eren hated more than anything was being away from his girl for too long. it’s not like he wanted to be away from his favorite lady but he has a job and it’s a supply and demand thing. driving towards your apartment eren thought of what he should get you as an apology. not only was he not able to be with you but he was also ignoring your texts.

he was being bombarded with texts from clients and suppliers that he really couldn’t even sit for a second to send you a simple hey. but not today, today he was going to hang out and spoil his girl no matter what.

“hey mamas give me a kiss” leaning forward to give him a quick peck after seating in the passenger seat the turning your body away from him while fixing your skirt. “really y/n?” gripping your face eren turned you to look at him in the eyes. “mamas you know I’ve been working overtime there’s no need to act like this.” rolling your eyes you moved his hand off your face and looked out the window. “so busy you can’t even text a bitch ‘good morning’ ‘how are you’ ‘i love you’ or a simple ‘I won’t be able to text much I’m working overtime’ ?!” turning your head to look at him with a mean mug. you knew he was working so he could be able to spoil you like he always has but you still wanted his attention is that so hard?!

“y/n now you’re acting like a brat because you know damn well I didn’t have the time too so shut this shit down right now before you have sum coming for you. and put on the damn seatbelt imma take you shopping.” starting the car eren shook his head knowing you had every right to act how you acted but he wasn’t putting up with it today. biting your lip you grabbed the seatbelt and buckled up listening to him because quite frankly you loved when he spoke like that.

feeling a hand on your thigh you turn to look down at see eren rubbing between your thighs comfortably. rubbing his hands you look at the tattoos he had on them one specifically being a red inked tattoo of your birthdate located on his middle finger which was sporting your guys matching promise rings. “mamas you know id never deliberately ignore you.” stopping the car in the mall parking lot eren turned to rub the side of your face with his thumb while his hand rubbed the back of your neck.

“mhm” nodding your head you rubbed his arm as you leaned forward over the console and gave him the kiss he wanted. “atta girl” slapping your ass eren pulled back from the kiss and got out the car and helped you out and walked into the mall hand in hand with you.

“where to next ma?” holding bags from Chanel to Gucci eren carried them as he followed you mindlessly to each store you wanted to go to. “hmm how bout Sephora?” turning around to face him catching him staring at your ass you laughed. “nigga are you even listening to me?” looking up at you eren let out a hm? which told you your answer. “I said let’s go Sephora pa” hooking your arm with his you leaned your head on his shoulder as y’all continued walking with each other.

“y/n?! that you?!” turning around to see who called you and spot it was one of the guys you used to hang with but dropped him since he was acting weird. “oh hey jay” waving hi at him then turned on your heel to walk away but was interrupted by Jay stopping you and asking for a hug. you didn’t think nothing of it because you guys did used to hang with each other. giving him a hug as he asked but then you felt a large slap on your ass and two hands gripping it. “damn your ass still fat like I remembered”.

before you could let a word out eren punched the guy right in the face while you were still hugging him causing the guy to fall back while letting you tumble to the side. “eren- .” trying to stop eren by grabbing his shirt to which he moved you aside and grabbed ol boy and slammed him on the wall. “who tf you think you touchin like that huh?” landing another blow to his face eren gripped Jay by the collar not letting up. “m-my bad man I ain’t know” “you ain’t know? you didn’t see her holding onto me the whole time or what?” eren pressed the guy harder into the wall causing any bystanders to be blinded from what he was finna do.

pressing the cold gun against the guy’s abdomen eren looked at him straight in the eye “you gone apologize to her then you gone get tf on and speak nothin of this igh?” nodding frantically Jay moved aside and went to apologize to you then jogged off.

shocked you looked at eren who was grabbing your bags then went and grabbed your hand as well exiting the mall with you and making you guys hop back in the car.

starting the car eren stayed silent while you tried to process what happened. “eren wtf is your issue, I know what that guy did was wrong but you shouldn’t have caused a major scene like that if you were there for a second later you could’ve gotten arrested-“

“y/n does it look like I give a fuck about that shit right now?”

jerking your head back at his words you pushed the side of his head not giving a fuck if he was driving. “nigga remember who the fuck you talking to cuz I’m not the one remember that.” automatically after saying that eren swerved the car around and headed towards a empty parking lot nearby the house and parked. “get in the back y/n.” eren unbuckled his seatbelt and turned towards you waiting for you to talk back to him again, to which you did.

“ion even know why you’re acting like this bruh you’re trippin” rolling your eyes you sat down still. “y/n another man just slapped your ass but I’m supposed to be akeke ajaja? fuck no, let alone the fact you literally hugged his ass knowing why the hell you dropped him in the first place. you’re not fucking innocent so stop fucking playing with and get your ass in the fucking back !!”

staring at eren you saw how angry he seemed and decided to let him win this time because you knew If you kept trying him it would just get worse. “mmcht” sucking your teeth at him you took off your heels and moved into the back. while sitting down with your arms crossed, you stared at eren through the car mirror to which he looked back while lighting a blunt and began speaking while staying in his spot in the drivers seat. “mamas- I buy you shoes, dresses, jewelry, I pay for your nails and hair, I fuck you good, I cater you with everything and all I ask is for you to listen to me without running that spoiled ass mouth of yours and you can’t even do that” taking a inhale from the blunt while leaning his head back.

“that’s fine because that ends today imma teach yo ass a lil sum.”

that lil sum he was referring to was making you go through misery. “keep them legs spread or imma make hold your nut.” currently you were ridded from your skirt and your back leaning against the car door with your legs spread wide and cunt on display. “fuckkk~ eren please~” eren held a black bullet vibrator to your clit on the highest setting while scissoring your hole with two fingers. “please nothing shut that shit up” closing your thighs on his hand while closing your eyes and arching your back off the door shaking from cumming again. “y/n.. I know you didn’t cum without my permission, I’m seeing things right?” slamming your legs back open eren looked down to see you leaking.

“your spoiled slutty ass don’t listen for shit- now look you’re ruining my seats !” taking his fingers out your cunt and sliding them into his mouth while looking at you “you lucky you taste good.” whining you feel eren slide in slowly while putting one of your legs on his shoulder. “f-fuck~ pull some out renn~” pushing his stomach with your hand you teared up from how much pressure was being put on your g-spot and right after your orgasm. “move your hand move your mf hand.” slapping your hand from his stomach and dragging you to lay fully on the seat he wasted no time and thrusting into you harshly while holding onto one of your tits.

“e-erennn~!! give my pussy a breakk~” moaning loudly into his ear as he laid on top of you gripping the car door behind you pounding down into your hole with no chance of slowing down. “don’t act like you can’t take dick mamas, I’ve trained this pussy more than enough for you to be acting like you can’t , so you can stop acting up and take daddy’s dick?” biting your lip while wrapping your legs around him and nodding your head yes.

smiling down at you eren fixed your hair to move it away from you face and kissed you and sucked on your bottom lip “you’re so gorgeous mamas especially when you spread out for me like this.” kissing the side of your face eren leaned up off you and bringing both your legs to rest on one shoulder and started hitting deeper than before while pinching at your clit and occasionally adding the vibrator onto it.

“ohh shittt~!! eren n-no more~!! I can’t take it anymore~” pushing against his chest while squirting up onto his stomach and your thighs. laying there huffing and puffing eren watched as your eyes rolled in the back of your head while you squirted and smiled.

“alright I’ll give you a break ma, but when we get to that house you better be ready”.

fixing his clothes before he got out the car eren made it back to the driver seat but not before he shoved another vibrator into you and tied your hands together with his belt to prevent you from taking it out. the whole ride home all eren heard was muffles of his name and moans and those sounds were better than any song being played in the radio.

upon arriving to the house eren covered you with a blanket and took you out the car and carried you to the room. “t-t-take it out~” laying down on the bed naked and legs spread wide open with the vibrator still buzzing inside you. “why should I? I’m still not done punishing you because I know right after this is over you’re gonna still act like a spoiled bitch.” squeezing at your thighs eren leaned over you and took the belt off you hands and sucked at you nipples. “I p-promise I won’t, I’ll be good~”

chuckling at your words eren licked his lips and tugged at your nipple. “you’ll be good mamas?” “I’ll be good daddy” “that’s nice to hear ma but imma still fuck this pussy of yours up.”

biting your lip and tearing up knowing your pussy is going to be domestically abused.

today eren was feeling a little different so while putting the lit blunt back between his lips he put you in a full nelson and started fucking up into you with no mercy ! “o-o-omggg~!! why are you fucking me like thisss~!!” arching your back off him you squirted yet again while shaking on him. reaching his hand in front of you he quickly rubbed your clit in harsh circles to prolong your orgasm. “don’t act like you don’t know why- fuckkk~ I’m cumming~” gripping onto your neck and jackhammering up into your cunt eren cummed inside then calmed down after. taking the blunt of his mouth and blowing the smoke into your face eren spoke “you gone behave now?” nodding frantically not wanting to continue with your pussy being sore.

“that’s what I thought, try me again and imma handle that.”

commission for: @spaceforher

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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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writing silly prompts with my OTP so you don’t have to • part one

content warning: exactly as it says, voyeurism, exhibitionism, reverse cowgirl, squirting

📝: I cannot explain this even if I wanted to. Sometimes, I have a lightbulb in my head, constantly flickering and other times, it’s nothing more than wind and baked beans up here so I need help jogging my brain muscles and reviving my creative spark. Don’t get me wrong, I love you guys’ asks and I’ll get to them, as well as the commissions, I swear but I need to get my juices flowing again 🫶🏾

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“Ahh! Shit…mmphm. Gonna make me come..”

“Go ahead, princess. Nut on this dick..better keep quiet though. You don’t want us to get caught..”

another peaceful Sunday stroll down South Beach’s Design District turned to a rather eventful outing. Of course, that was nothing out of the ordinary for the infamous couple. It wasn’t rare for the two of you to spend your very limited free time enjoying relaxing walks through the various shops in the heart of downtown..where you may have frequented your favorite stores and restaurants as a bit of routine in your very chaotic and ever changing schedules. It was the one constant that you could bet on in your hectic lives. However..as soothing as the mundane was sometimes…you both still craved that thrill. The excitement that came with doing something you had no business. That rush only grew tenfold when you considered the fact that you weren’t exactly inconspicuous..everyone in Miami and the world at this point knew EJ the Don and (y/n) (l/n). Everyone was looking for an excuse to photograph you two. So it was insane that you were so casually perched atop your man’s dick at a popular lounge on Ocean Drive; enjoying some semblance of privacy as you had rented out the rooftop area for yourselves but even so, if caught, you’d find yourselves front page on somebody’s blog. Right now, you just couldn’t be vexed to give a fuck. Instead…

“Fuck! I don’t care who sees, I just wanna keep—“

your words trailed off into a high pitched yelp as that tip poked the inner corner of your sensitive core. Being fucked up into like a jackhammer into concrete. A tattooed hand on your clothed tummy and inked fingers stroking your clit. All of this because you just had to wear..it. A regular, run of the mill sundress that you had probably gotten as part of PR from Fashion Nova or Shein a year ago and just decided to throw it on to combat this horrendous heat. And yet, it was getting your pussy pounded! Strutting around without so much as a thong on underneath, just in case the mood struck you. Of course, it didn’t take long for your husband to follow suit when saw the fat of that ass swaying from behind the clingy material and watched you bend over to retrieve something when that hem raised and that plump little cunt became visible..from there, neither of you could contain yourselves. Up and down with your legs propped onto the pool chair you went..rutting your hips in slow circular motions as you performed tricks on that dick. Smacking, wet noises filling the summer air. You were certain some attendee or waiter was lurking in the shadows, possibly jerking off or even filming you two but it didn’t even matter. Your only concern was coming all over him! That deep voice growling in your ear as he held you close to his chest and let you ride out your orgasm. Even shortly after, bending you over again so that he could see that ass moving against him. Shouting off expletives at each other..

“Give it to me! Fuck this pussy, daddy. Right there!..”

“Hold still, baby..gonna nut all in this shit!—“

before he could do so, you were already reaching a climatic high..clamping down on his shaft before springing up and spraying him with those sweet, divine juices. Groping one of your tits, Eren would cackle as he watched you come undone for him. Squirming all over the place with uncontrollable trembling from that powerful peak. You were still shooting out tiny streams of that squirt afterwards. Having been fucked so roughly with such impact but of course, it couldn’t be helped..

“Sorry, princess. You know what happens when you wear that shit around me. Can’t help myself..”

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saenora · 10 months

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YOUR FAVOURITES AS YOUR SIMPS

note: if we flip tables and what if youre the mangaka character and your fav simps on you… these are some adequate subpar headcanons… 🫠 (i dont write so lmao bear w me 🤭) thankies to Ai <3 @gojoest-main for indulging always mum ily and SOBS GOJO IS BASED ON WHAT AI SAID🤭)

the husband

YN IS HIS LOML. he is huge on selfship community! HIM AND EVERYONE CALLS HIM YOUR TRUE HUBBY! he has a whole lot of selfship arts with you. he might go broke with all the merch but he cant help it every time he sees your fanarts or a new chapter drops, he goes feral. PINTEREST MOODBOARDS, PLAYLISTS YOU NAME IT. HE HAS IT. he is defending you on every website, writing little self indulging drabbles about you. he knows you well, his little head canons are cannoned by all of your fans. your his f/o and nobody can change it. he either talks about you infront of his friends and he has gained a reputation because of it or leads teh secret life… there is no inbetween. has the sweetest selfship headcanons but occasionally tweets regular horny one liners about how bad he wants to be fucked by you, or about how much he wants to cum inside you and get you pregnant.

gojo?, reo, kise chuuya, isagi, yuuji, taiga, ran + anyone who fits the criteria

the loyal hoe

he has too many blorbos, he knows it. BUT YOURE HIS MAIN BLORBO, HIS BIGGEST SELFSHIP/ THE ONE HE KEEPS CRAWLING BACK TO. it can be put as you made him standout. IS 25/8 YN BRAINROT AND TWEETS HORNIEST STUFF. HE ONLY SURVIVES ON SMUT AND BREATHES TO THE THOUGHTS OF YOUR AROUSAL. writes the best sex stuff. he keeps hopping from one to another but everyone knows he is your biggest whore. UNHINGED. crazy lot of nsfw fanarts of you, has patreon subscription to see all those fanarts. it doenst matter where he is, work/home/cafe. HE IS THIRSTING ABOUT YOU. writes about the shapes of your labia/cock and can write poetry on your body.

SHIDOU, karasu, dazai, GOJO, sukuna, toji, BACHIRA, aomine(ik.. but if he could write), ranpo, EREN, kaiser, jean + anyone who fits the criteria

the sweetheart

he isnt extremely active. somewhere in between the worlds. he calls himself your cheerleader, your number one supporter. he has tons of art saved of you might/might not be on budget. has one commissioned selfship with you. he loves you and probably has the most pure of the selfship with horniness served as dessert. (NO ONE CAN ESCAPE IT) occasionally indulges in you. is mostly very sfw!! but his head is full of all the sexi stuff. loves to talk about you… if anyone strikes a conversation about you he can write verbal books. CERTIFIED SIMP. his selfship is uwu. doesnt go big on it but is a soft fan.

kenyu, hiori, isagi, yuuta, megumi?, chifuyu, rindou, kakucho, connie, atsushi + anyone who fits the criteria

the silent one

he has been your fan since the start, the first time he laid his eyes of your 2d character design, your story, your everything captured him. he loves you from afar.. isnt really active but has a small pinterest board or a playlist of you that he silently indulges in. has no idea what selfships are but you’re a coping mechanism for him (sometimes). if you were real, he’d treat you so much better than the shitty charcter you’re stuck with. doesn’t pick fights online but wouldn’t hesitate if someone crossed a line. he doesnt realize but thinks of you more than a fictional character. probably is the healthiest out of the five. none of his irls know about his fixation of you and it would never see the light of the day. IF LOYALTY WAS A PERSON IT WOULD BE HIM. period.

nanami, rin, ness, levi, erwin, akutagawa + anyone who fits the criteria

the idgaf

he simps only for you. he has posters of you and is not ashamed. people know about you being his favourite character but he is scary so nobody can ask it about. has minimal/no online presence. but keeps signed copies of the mangakas. JERKS OFF TO YOUR POSTERS UNABASHED. he follows one fan account and prolly goes anon sometimes. heavily reads your smut or hasn’t scratched the surface you cant tell. YOURE NOT A CHARACTER, YOURE HIS FAVOURITE. ANOTHER ONE WHO DOENST KNOW WHAT SEFSHIPS ARE, BUT HEAVILY CREAMS THINKING OF YOU and has wild fantasies about you.

sae, aomine, shoichi, oliver, izana, kaiser(idk), baji, naoya, mikey, wc kunigami, ranpo + anyone who fits the criteria

zen speaks: i’ll do a yn as diff as character tropes drabbles too 🤭 so wtevrhr <3

dividers: @/cafekitsune

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derangederensimp · 2 years

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Attack on Titan One Shot Kinktober

#17 Nipple play and Unprotected Sex Eren Jaeger x Fem Reader

CW: AU Eren (Tattoos, eyebrow piercing, what he looks like in my commissioned profile pic is what I’m saying he roughly looks like 🤤), jealousy, Slight Grinding, Exhibitionism, Hickeys, Nipple play, Unprotected Sex, Creampis, and aftercare.

What happens when Eren sees you talking to Reiner.

You felt presence behind you, then a weight on your shoulder. A feeling of someone’s chin, turning your head, you were met with Eren’s unenthusiastic face. His eyes glaring at Reiner, his hands rested in his pant pockets, shoulders shrugged over to be able to place his head on you.

“Oh, Eren! Reiner was just telling me about the class I missed”

“Mm” Eren hummed his response, still uninterested in why Reiner was talking to you. He knew Reiner had a crush on you and although Eren had confessed first he knew Reiner would probably not stop having a crush.

“I’ll see you around y/n” Reiner said, waving Goodbye and walking more into the party.

“Sorry” Eren mumbled into your ear, his lips touching your neck leaving soft kisses. A soft moan slipping past your lips, your eyes widened, slapping your hand to your mouth. “E-eren ah people are going to start looking over here”. His mouth continues to sucking on your neck leaving marks all over “you're the one that’s a moaning mess. Acting all touch deprived. I bet you're already so wet for me.” Eren cooed into your ear.

His hands resting on your hips as he swayed your body onto his, your ass rubbing against his growing hard cock. A gasp leaving your lips “Eren-“ his sudden grip on your wrist and pulling you upstairs towards an empty room. Locking the door behind him, he was glad to see you were already working on getting your dress off for him and then your mating set of underwear and bra. He pouted his lip out not being able to look at your long enough in it but quickly loved the sight of your body fully bare.

“F-fuck. Look at you, it feels like the first time I’ve ever seen you like this can’t get enough of it” Eren said, his voice sounding husky and full of lust.

You walked over to him, lifting his shirt up from his stomach you touched along his abs, softly giggling at the Freedom tattoo you loved so much that he had just below his happy trail. He impatiently undressed himself the rest of the way, you started kissing along his neck biting it softly, a low groan quickly came from Eren as he worked at getting his pants off.

Grabbing his hand you led him over to the bed pulling him down with you. Your bodies entangled each other, hands exploring like you’ve never laid a finger on one another before. His lips were so soft against yours, opening your mouth slightly to allow his tongue to push through and play with yours. His hand went between your legs and began massaging your clit. Biting down on your lip to try and be quiet. Slipping his fingers between your folds and bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean. “Taste so good y/n” he cooed into your ear.

His other hand teased at your hard nipple, tweaking it between his fingers wanting to hear you moan for him. “Com’on baby, moan for me please” Eren said. His eyes hooded as he gazed at you, your cheeks already turning pink from his teasing.

He pinched your nipple harder in his fingers, bringing his lips down to the other one and licking it. His tongue flicked at the one while the other pinched and pulled, swirling it around on this thumb. Putting your head back you moaned out his name followed by begging for more. He gladly obliged, spreading your legs open he rubbed the tip of his cock already leaking pre along your folds.

Bumping your clit with it making you curse under your breath with another airy moan. “Good girl.”

He stroked at his cock watching you play with your nipples, your eyes glazed over as he kept toying with your clit. “You ready for me y/n?” He asked, his body now hovered over yours. “Yes” you said, his lips connected back with yours pecking them over and over again till he went back to his position. Lifting your legs over his shoulders he aligned the tip of his dick with your cunt inching it in slowly to allow your body to adjust.

“S-shit y/n your so tight fuck” Eren moaned, biting his lip. You did the same instead you moaned out his repeatedly till he bottomed out in you. His cock stretching you out feeling like he had split you in two. He started at a slow pace before picking up speed and force.

Each thrust going deeper and deeper hitting your g spot making your cunt squeeze around him. Pieces of his hair started to come undone from his sloppy bun he always wore. You tried to reach up and push it away so you could see his face, he got the hint and leaned down pushing your legs closer to your chest making you scream “a-ah f-fuck Eren” your eyes rolling back into your head from the pleasure.

Opening your eyes you were met with his Handsome face, his hair hung down framing his face as sweat started to form around his hairline. “That’s more like it, baby. Ganna make you cum” he breathed out, gritting his teeth as he jackhammered into you faster. You wrapped your arms over his neck before clawing at his back while you came around his cock.

Your walls clenching around him as he continued to fuck himself into you. Your clit becoming extremely sensitive, you whined at the feeling. “Y/n fuck ganna cum.”

“I-inside” you panted.

“Inside? Y-yeah I’ve always wanted to know how it would feel filling you up with my cum” He said, his breathing quickened, he thrusts going sloppy as he bottomed out inside one more time. Hot ropes filling you up with some seeping out with his short thrusts to ride out his high.

Pulling out he stared at your cunt, his cum confined to seep out of you. “That looks so hot. You wanna see?” He asked, his eyes blown out from lust. You nodded your head, he quickly grabbed his phone, turning the flash one to start recording. His free hand going to your cunt, two fingers rubbed down collecting his cum and shoving it back inside. You watched him bite at his lip, his cock getting hard again just by the sight “don’t wanna waste any” he said. The flash cut off and he handed you the phone, your cheeks blushed watching it back a few times.

You were too distracted by it to notice Eren was off the bed and staring at you. “Com’on let’s get you into a shower” Eren said. He bit the inside of his cheek when he saw how fucked out you were. Helping you up he walked you to the connected bathroom and started up the shower.

Once inside he held you close to his body so you wouldn’t lose balance. Helping you wash your body although you could do it yourself you enjoyed his hands on you.

Authors note: starting to feel burned out. ☹️

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arlerts-angel · 4 months

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𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

our playlist ♡

childhood friends to lovers , sweet tooth , "this made me think of you so i bought it", late night talking, deep conversations, "i don't know who i'd be without you but i don't want to find out"

who: armin arlert

ship name: mykaru 🤍

anniversary: november 11th

zodiac: we're both scorpios

love languages: his is quality time and mine is words of affirmation

career: armin works in the tech field and i'm a writer!

first impressions: i thought he was adorable and wanted to SQUEEZE HIM. he wouldn't speak to me lol

getting closer: mikasa introduced me to armin because she thought we'd get along well. armin and i had a lot in common but he was very nervous to talk to me. he quickly realized that we were neighbors so we'd walk home together and get to know each other

notable supportive people: mikasa!! i am forever grateful for her introducing us 🥺 and i'm very thankful that eren encouraged him to "nut up and talk to me"

problems in the relationship?: i struggle with retroactive jealousy (iykyk lol)

how you approach problems: most issues that come up are resolved fairly easily and quickly but with my retroactive jealousy it takes lots of reassurance and patience on armin's end

falling in love: i fell first, and hard. armin took a while to come to terms with his feelings but one day we were just hanging out and we looked at each other and just. we just knew.

first date: we went to an art museum and got boba!!

favorite kind of date: surprise dates! armin is so thoughtful and is very good at planning dates that i'd never even think of.

first kiss: we had our first kiss on a walk home one day. we were just talking then stopped in our tracks. we looked at each other and he said "i wanna kiss you but it might suck. n-not because of you though! i-i don't think i'm a good kisser." so i leaned in and kissed him.

confession: he knew i had feelings for him early on. we didn't date until much later. years, in fact. we met in middle school and didn't start dating until our freshman year of high school. he came over to hang out and he just spilled his guts to me 🤍

favorite forms of affection: i love kissing him, he loves to cuddle 🥰

who cooks: me! he's a better baker

who gets the other to come to bed: him

ways you comfort your f/o: i like to stroke his hair and rub his back

who is more jealous/how do you handle jealousy?: i'm more jealous 100%. he knows this, and makes an effort to make me feel respected and as comfortable as possible in situations where i may not be feeling the most secure.

how you cuddle: he lays on his back and i lay my head on his chest <3

what you love most about them: god it's so hard to pick a favorite thing about him because i love everything. i'll say his patience and willingness to put in effort for us 🤍 he has such a kind heart and he's pretty nice to look at too 😍

what they love most about me: "you have a big heart and care greatly for people, strangers even. you put others before yourself without a second thought."

proposal: it was very thoughtful. he took me to our favorite musueum and proposed at my favorite exhibit. eren and mikasa were there to see it 🤍

wedding: we had a small wedding. mikasa was our maid of honor and sasha's siblings were the ring bearers/flower girls 🤍 eren was best man (of course!) levi officiated the wedding and jean and connie were groomsmen! my bridesmaids were sasha and historia.

about pregnancy: currently expecting baby no. 1!! it took a few tries with some negatives along the way, but now we're gonna be welcoming a sweet baby girl in the new year!! you can visit @arlertlife for more domestic/family self-ship content!

art commissioned from @stoned-eren + @wiispywitch

#🧭 — navigation #💞 — self ship #🤍 — mykaru

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Um do you do requests because If it alright can some one make genderbend story with fem eren and male reader and like fem eren is a bully and the male reader put fem eren in her place. Based on Eren pov if hard for you write for male.

A/N: Ooohhh this is so exciting, the first real request ehehehehe, thank you, nonny!

Since there wasn’t a specific mention if this should be nsfw or not, I kept it sfw-ish (except the end lol) I hope it’s fine! (and there’s always the option to commission me for very specific things, just DM me). I took some liberty and changed the dynamic that you’d usually read (bully! Eren / nerd! Reader) and made them both over-competitive jocks, only Eren is mean about it.

Warnings: fem! Eren / male! Reader; unresolved sexual tension, swearing, sport-typical violence; Reader is also taller than Eren; 18+ Minors DNI; not proofread; implied male receiving oral sex by fem.

You have it in the bag. Five steps away from the goal, a clear shot before you, nobody in your way. The stick feels good in your hands, its familiar weight an extension of your own limbs, a weapon to clear a path towards the goal.

Jean screams from behind the restraining line to take the shot—“Take the fucking shot, you dumbass, what are you waiting for?!”—but you feel Coach Levi’s inscrutable look from the side line like a physical touch around your throat; Patience with capital P has never been your strong suit, and you don’t want to spend another thirty minutes after practice getting chewed up by Levi; or worse, signed up to run a marathon.

Connie’s waiting behind the goal line, his eyes rivetted on you, goalie stick raised in anticipation. He knows your moves, you’ve both started playing at the same time, three years ago after making the drunk decision to give it a try and having fallen in love with the sport ever since. He’ll expect a feint. He knows you’re good at those, and you know nothing pisses him off more than falling for that dirty little trick. Which is exactly the reason you’ll do a behind-the-back-shot.

Or you’d like to, were it not for a lightning-quick body slamming into yours like a wrecking ball, throwing you to the ground. Multiple things happen at once. You feel a stick snatching the ball out of your pocket; you hear Jean’s swears as he roars for the defence to fall back behind the restraining line; you see Eren’s lithe, muscular form as she steals the ball from you and throws a long pass forward to Sasha, bringing the ball across half the field and away from the attack zone.

She turns around briefly, and through the metal bars of her face mask you see her striking green eyes flashing wish mischief as she looks down on you. When you try to get up, the head of her stick pushes into your chest painfully, keeping you on the ground.

“Don’t bother,” she says, and just hearing her voice, the snarl in it, makes you want to kick her legs from under her. “You’ll do your team a favour by staying out of the game.”

Before you can reply, she’s already rocketing off, down the field to your defence zone, and you’re not proud of the fact how your eyes immediately fix on her long legs in that short, white skirt that’s riding up her ass as she runs.

A gloved hand hooks around your elbow and pulls you up to your feet. Marco gives you a pat on the back, dusting dirt off you. “Don’t let her get to you,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice behind the mask. “She’s unstoppable when she’s having a good day. Let’s hope Mikasa’ll shut down some shots. Oh, and don’t take Jean’s complains too much to heart.”

You watch them squabble at the other side of the field, feeling your heart drop to your stomach. You don’t give a shit about Jean. Levi’s disappoint, however, is palpable from the side line. It’s like someone just shot his dog.

“Exercise patience,” he always says. “But if you see Jaeger coming at you, you take that fucking shot as if your life depends on it, got it?”

The locker room is empty when you finish showering and pack up. You should get a fucking medal for the self-restrain you’ve practiced not drowning Jean under the showers after he gave you so much shit because “If you’d put your little girlfriend on a leash, we wouldn’t have that fucking problem. Every. Single. Time.”

Girlfriend. As if anyone can put a leash on Eren, especially when her brain is hardwired to stop at nothing to accomplish her goal. Start a fight with someone from an opposing team for giving her a weird look? Eren prefers not wearing gloves simply for the fact that she loves having her knuckles skinned bloody. Get Floche to do her assignments for International Politics? He’s eating out of her palm like a dog, easily submitting herself to Eren laughing at him whenever he’s asking her out for a real date. Knock you down on your ass? Her favourite pastime.

Just the thought of her, of her wide, forest-green eyes, garlanded by pretty, thick lashes the colour of ink against her sun-kissed skin, hits you with the force of a train. Fury: white-hot, boiling, venomous. You want to do something that shuts her up, makes her swallow her mean words—Christ, if you could make her cry, make her feel small and insignificant; make her look up at you and really see you, her round, soft cheeks flushed crimson, her full, red lips slightly opened as you drag your thumb over her bottom lip, your other hand secured around her throat—

Your hand would fit around her neck so perfectly—

“You done wanking one in the showers?”

You make a disapproving noise at the back of your throat. Just like the devil she is, Eren has been waiting for you outside the gym, balancing her stick in the palm of her hand. She’s changed her field gear for a simple vermillion hoodie and black shorts. You can’t get the image of her wearing that tight, white skirt out of your head, so you do what any respectable man should do and ignore her.

Eren doesn’t like that one bit.

See, when she goes at something, she goes swinging—literally. Metal slams into your gut hard enough to crush your lungs into your spine. The only reason you don’t crumble to your knees is because you’re used to shit like this on the field.

Eren laughs. “What’s the matter, big guy? Cat got your tongue?”

“I don’t have time—” You suck in a deep breath; the air won’t fit down your throat. “—for your bullshit.”

“You mad? Why are you still mad?” Eren’s smile slices white. “You got a problem I brought you down? Shame, you look good on your knees.”

If you’re the keg full of powder in a room, Eren is always the one trying to throw a burning match inside. Tough shit she doesn’t know you’re secretly a pyromaniac.

You move too fast for her to react, or maybe she just wasn’t expecting you to fight back. When her back hits the hard wall with a satisfying thud, you consider smacking her head against it for good measure. She stares up at you with wide eyes—exactly the sight you’ve imagined moments before—and when she swallows, you feel her throat flex under the palm of your hand. There it is. Your hand around her throat. She has to crane her had back; you dip yours, head cocked to the side slightly.

“What a fucking brat you are.” Your voice is so quiet. Hoarse. You don’t recognise it. You have a hard time focusing right now because one thing becomes painfully clear: You’d do anything to fuck Eren and make her scream and cry. “Is that what get you off at night? Bullying other people? Really? What are we, fucking twelve?”

Eren snarls at you, showing her teeth like a captured animal. You tighten your hold around her throat, dig your thumb into her pulse point that’s jackhammering like a rabbit’s heart caught in a snare. Pressing her harder against the wall, bringing your bodies flush against each other, you slide your leg between hers, and the sound she makes is exquisitely delicious.

“You’re just so easy to tease,” she replies, just as quietly. She turns her face towards you, like a flower following the sun’s path. “Maybe I’m weak for big guys that cry.”

“If I’m done with you, Eren, I won’t be the one crying.”

She shudders against you and tries to bring your bodies harder together, pressing her tits against your chest. You dig your fingers into her jaw until you can see your nails leaving red half-moons on her skin. Hovering your mouth above hers, you watch every twitch and change on her face, and every time she tries to close the gab between you by slanting her mouth over yours, you push her head back. The frustrated growl at the back of her throat is almost adorable.

“Or do you want for someone to put you in your place?” you wonder aloud, jerking your leg only once, only a little. Eren melts against you, moving her hips against the strong muscle of your thigh.

Your mouth goes dry. Eren uses that moment to slap her hands around your cheeks and pull you down, slamming her lips into yours. Her mouth is hot, almost feverish. She strokes her tongue against yours, and you groan into her mouth—the vibration of the sound sending lightning flicks of pleasure down your spine. The kiss goes rough, deeper, and claiming.

You’re not done with her yet.

Sneaking the hand that’s been holding her jaw to the back of her nape, you curl your fingers into her thick hair—and yank it back. Eren gasps, bearing her throat to you. You reward her by running your tongue over her bottom lip, grazing the soft flesh with your teeth.

“You had to—” she starts, and swallows when you put your mouth to the curve of her jaw, biting hard. “Fuck—Ever since you split that fucking watermelon open with your fucking thighs, you fucking gorilla.”

You laugh against the hot skin of her throat. “Is that it? You got a crush on me, and that’s how you’ve been trying to get into my pants?”

“If anything, I’m creative.”

You consider that with a hum against the curve of her shoulder. When you raise your face again, Eren is already waiting for you, her mouth hungry and pliant under yours. You run your hands through her hair, over and over again while tasting her, feeling her hips stutter against your thigh. When you’re holding her hair in a ponytail, she separates for a moment to look up at you—eyes blown black with desire, but lucid enough to question what you’re doing.

You’ll change that.

“I said I’d make you cry,” you say against her cheek, feather-light and soft, deceptively so. “I think it’s time to see how pretty you look on your knees.”

Eren tenses up at that, you can feel it against your body. Tenses up in anticipation, you realise, when her hands begin to work on your belt buckle, her eyes wide, wanton. Excited. Your cock jumps inside the confines of your pants, half-hard.

“You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” you whisper, kissing her cheek, her nose, her neck. Why have you never noticed before how ridiculously good she smells. “You’ll be good and nice for me, right?”

“That depends.” Her answer is breathless, barely audible. She’s still fighting in the end, as though she isn’t completely melting in your arms already. So cute.

You tighten your hold on her hair, pushing her down slowly.

“You’ll find you won’t have much choice,” you say, smiling. “I’ll make you behave this time.”

And Eren, still looking up at you while working on your zipper, answers with a smile herself, accepting the challenge.

A/N: I had too much fun writing this lmao

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Ice & Fire - Chapter 7

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Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Yuuta Okkotsu

Genre: Fantasy AU, romance, smut, angst, fluff, a crossover between Attack On Titan and Jujutsu Kaisen, loosely based on Game of Thrones and Eragon

Series Summary: Yuuta Okkotsu, the kind-hearted firstborn prince of the kingdom of Nymeria, finds himself stranded on an island that had been thought to only exist in legend. It is there he meets the last of the Valyrians, a dragon-blood named Eren Jaeger. While their days on the island are happy, they can’t last forever. Yuuta has a duty as prince to his kingdom that he must fulfill, and it is this duty that ultimately tears them apart.

Content Warnings: BL/Yaoi, hybrids/monsters, magic/fantasy, infidelity, power imbalances, graphic depictions of violence and death, explicit sexual content (blow job, anal sex, rimming, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, monsterfucking, 69, cum-eating, spit play, deep-throating, double penetration, sadism, masochism, blood play/consumption, choking/asphyxiation kink, handjob, drunk sex, orgy), dub-con, non-con, virginity loss, drugs (alcohol), traumatic backstories, unrequited love, drowning, murder, suicide, yandere tropes, corruption arc, major character death

Written by Aleks from @erenergic / @princess-jaeger and Kana from @ficsforeren / @sundaysundaes

Poster art by @/_lanawaay_ on instagram, commissioned by Aleks ❤️

A/N: This is one of our favorite chapters in the whole story. Hope you will enjoy! Also one of my favorite posters 😊 - Aleks

THE END OF THE BEGINNING

“What’s it like—you know, the wedding ceremony?” Eren had asked Yuuta, that same night that they had kissed for the first time.

Yuuta had told him a long time ago that he was a prince, and that one day he would have to marry a princess; but with his family’s past, it would probably be hard to get anyone to like him, much less marry him. Even long before Eren and Yuuta had admitted their feelings, Eren had refuted that claim immediately, of course—what’s not to like about Yuuta? Eren couldn’t fathom someone rejecting an offer of marriage from anyone as perfect as his prince. He knew even then if he were ever as lucky, he would accept with no protest.

“It’s a celebration for all the nobility to attend. Lords, merchants, royalty, ambassadors—it’s a huge thing, probably just as big as any holiday or festival. The bride and her groom dress in silken red robes and make their vows before all their guests and the Gods. The bride and groom share a first dance. And then it all ends with festivities—a banquet, dancing, drinks. I used to think they were a bit of a chore. As the prince, I had to attend a lot of them.”

Eren listened to Yuuta with simple nods, soaking in the information like a sponge. Yuuta was confused by Eren’s sudden bout of silence. Eren had more questions to ask—like, what age would Yuuta have to marry? Would it have to be a princess? Would it really have to be a woman at all? But he refrained.

“How about in Valyria, is it similar?” Yuuta asked him, breaking his reverie.

“No, it is more… private.”

At this moment, they were sitting under the soft light of the moon at the edge of the coast, watching the waves crash upon the shore and wetting their bare feet. Yuuta had traveled to other kingdoms in his time as prince but never had he spent time just like this, just as a boy, with his feet bare enjoying the ocean for what it was. He had only learned to do so with Eren, like this.

“How so?”

“On the other side of the island, a three-day journey by foot, there lies what is thought to be the final resting place for King Aegon. I’ve never been there, but my father had performed the ceremony twice—once with my brother’s mother, and then the second with mine. He told me about such a spot, right at the edge of the island where the sun rises. There’s a meadow, with a lake the size of the base of a mountain, perhaps even bigger. Legend says the children of Aegon cried so much at his death that it formed the lake, and the dragonblood’s tears made the water so shiny that it looked like it was made of crystal. That’s where Valyrians would go to take the oath, just them before Balerion. It was something sacred.”

“I’m envious of the Valyrian ceremony,” Yuuta had murmured in response, contemplative as he simply stared into the distance, watching the way seafoam danced across the crest of each passing wave of water. “It sounds so much more…”

Eren turned to his side to look at Yuuta’s profile. He was beautiful, as always, his skin radiant in the moonlight, sapphires gleaming—or perhaps glistening, he couldn’t tell. Something about his expression seemed so… sad. Yuuta’s words trailed off, unable to form the words that he wished to say.

“So much more, what, Yuu?”

“A ceremony like that…” Yuuta turned toward him, a warmth in his gaze despite the ache in his chest. “That must be what true love feels like, isn’t it?”

Eren smiled, despite himself. “Yeah… I think so, too.”

Yuuta found comfort in the fact that love was such a vital part of the Valyrian way of life, that even their marriage ceremony was too sacred to be shared. At the time, a part of him had wished that it could be the case for him; that he could have something so special, a love that was purely from the heart and not born by duty. He knew that day, as they spoke of marriage, what his feelings were for Eren. That fall from the cliffs made him come to terms with just how much he loved him. But he also feared that with his place as prince of another kingdom, he’d never get to be with Eren the way they wanted to.

***

Today, as Yuuta sits atop Eren’s scaled back, he’s so happy he thinks his chest may just burst. The journey that would take nearly three days by foot takes a mere couple of hours with the wings of a dragon, and more so because Eren’s truly so excited he flies the fastest he’s ever flown. Yuuta holds onto Eren’s back with one hand, his other clutching onto a blanket, wrapped around what Eren called the ‘necessities’.

“What do you mean ‘necessities’ Eren?” Yuuta had asked him before their departure, seeing the blanket that Eren had wrapped up, and asked him to carry on their flight.

“I’ll show you when we get there,” Eren simply smiled. Yuuta tried to open the blanket, but Eren immediately stopped him. “No peeking, okay? It’s a surprise.”

“You know I don’t like surprises,” Yuuta pouted but Eren simply chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead.

“You’ll like this one, promise.”

“I think we’re here!” Yuuta shouts, his voice slightly muffled by the wind.

Eren looks down and sees the edge of the island, the dark sea crashing against it in the distance, and inland lies a clearing lined with trees. The large green field is dotted with flowers and a massive crystalline lake to its side. The lake is so clear that the clouds are mirrored on its surface, skidding along the water as the earth turns. As they fly over it, Yuuta can swear they can even see the reflection of Eren’s dragon form flying above it. This has to be the place his father had described to him so long ago, its beauty unrivaled across the entire island.

I think so too. I’m gonna land.

Yuuta grips on tighter as Eren circles downward, taking air up and under his wings to slow his descent. He lands upon the flower field with thunderous flaps of his wings, his talons marking his landing as they claw into the earth. Unlike their first ride, Eren is more experienced now, having flown for months. This time, his landing is much easier on Yuuta, enough for Yuuta to slide off and gather his bearings without feeling the need to vomit.

Yuuta stands in the field catching his breath, one hand wrapped around the cinched corners of the blanket, and of course, Vhagar perched faithfully atop his shoulder. The bird, despite the fact that it’s grown to an adult, still somehow has an attachment to Yuuta, enough so that it even accompanies Yuuta on his dragon rides. Eren finds it amusing enough to let the bird stick around. Once they are safely on the ground, Vhagar takes off and finds a nearby rock, observing the two from its short distance, chirping away.

Eren, meanwhile, changes out of his dragon form and approaches Yuuta, stepping through the grass and wildflowers naked with his mane of hair absolutely wild around his shoulders. Yuuta finds that he’s still not used to this sight of him—today, Eren has cut off the long strands of hair that were once to his waist. His hair now ends just at his shoulders, the shortest Yuuta has ever seen in the six years they’ve spent together.

“Eren—what did you do?” Yuuta had asked him this morning, brows strewn together in confusion as he looked upon the hybrid. While Yuuta had been working on breakfast, Eren had decided to pull out his mirror from his chest, take his hunting knife, and cut off his long hair. Eren once had explained to Yuuta that in Valyrian tradition, a man’s long hair was seen as a symbol of honor and strength, as Aegon himself had famously kept his silver hair long and beautiful, worthy of anyone’s envy, even as he fought on battlefields and conquered the seven kingdoms of the realm. The men of Valyria had all wished to be as incredible as their fabled king-turned-deity, and so they often mirrored many of the things they had heard of him from the legends. Which was why it was incredibly strange to see Eren cutting off his mane.

“Is it really that strange?” Eren replied, seemingly bashful as Yuuta looked over at him. He wouldn’t admit it, but he hoped Yuuta would still find him attractive with shorter hair.

“Of course not,” Yuuta said as he approached the hybrid. He ran his hand through Eren’s hair, feeling the soft brown strands that ended suddenly at his collarbones. “Although, I’ve always thought your long hair was beautiful too. Why'd you cut it?”

“I just wanted to look my best for our ceremony today. I thought shorter hair might look less unruly,” Eren admitted, a pink tint crawling up his neck and painting the tips of his ears. “Does it look okay?”

Yuuta tucked a lock of Eren’s hair behind his ear. A soft smile formed on his lips. “You didn’t have to do that. I know how important it was to have your long hair.”

“It’s even more important to look proper for a marriage ceremony, don’t you think? Besides, I can always grow it back,” Eren shrugged. “Just wanted today to be special.”

Yuuta leaned up on his toes, to place a kiss on Eren’s cheek. The way Eren absentmindedly stroked the spot Yuuta had kissed once Yuuta pulled away made Yuuta giggle.

“It will be special no matter what you do, but don’t worry. You look as handsome as ever.”

As Eren approaches him now after their flight, Yuuta averts his gaze. No matter how many times they fly together, or how many times they worship each other’s skin with their lips and fingertips, Yuuta still manages to fluster at the sight of Eren naked.

“I hope you packed some clothes in there,” Yuuta says, holding out the blanket that is basically functioning as a bag.

Eren snorts, taking the blanket and the rest of the ‘necessities’ from Yuuta’s hand. “Yes, I did. I packed some for you too, actually.”

“But I’m already dressed,” Yuuta counters, confused.

Eren opens the blanket, spreading it out and revealing the contents within it. He turns back to Yuuta with a smile. “Not for a wedding, you’re not.”

Yuuta’s eyes scan over the items that lay scattered atop the blanket: waterskins with water, some foods, jewelry, and clothing. Only… the robes are red.

“We don’t have any red clothes. How did you—”

“I dyed them,” Eren replies, reaching for one of the red robes, and tossing it over his shoulders. He pulls his hair out from the collar, tossing it over his shoulders, and ties the sash at his waist. “I took the pulp of the ānogar fruit, mashed it to a liquid, and dipped a set of clothes in it. Then I set the clothes out in the sun for a few days, washed them in the river, and let them dry. I thought maybe it might work.” He turns to Yuuta, a bit of sorrow in his expression. “I’m sorry they aren’t silk robes, but—”

“They’re perfect,” Yuuta says, reaching for Eren’s hand. He gives it a firm squeeze. “You didn’t have to do that but… Thank you.”

Yuuta reaches down for the other red garment on the blanket, but when he opens it and notices that there aren’t any other clothes left, he looks at Eren in confusion. “This one’s mine?”

“What do you mean?” Eren asks innocently.

“Eren this…” Yuuta’s face warms at the implication. “This one looks a bit more… feminine.”

“Well, yes. You are the bride.”

If it is possible to see steam, surely it would be coming out of Yuuta’s ears with how embarrassed Eren’s words make him feel.

“B-Bride?! Eren, I’m a man, you know.”

Eren finds Yuuta’s reaction quite cute, a smile forming on his lips. He explains, “In Valyrian tradition, it doesn’t have anything to do with being a man or a woman. The wife—ābrazȳrys—they are the one who accepts the oath. And the husband—valzȳrys—presents the oath, as well as the offering. Is it… shameful, if I call you my wife?” Eren speaks the last words so softly, uncharacteristically timid. He does a better job of hiding it, but even being someone as brash as himself, he still feels bashful performing the wedding ceremony with his beloved.

Yuuta feels so warm he swears he could rival the sun’s heat, but he shakes his head in disagreement. “Well… N-No, Eren… It’s okay.”

Yuuta takes a moment to change, removing his white linen shirt and dark trousers. He wonders when Eren had taken the time to save and dye these robes. It’s not too feminine, which calms his heart and quells his shame just a tad. He dresses his bare body in the robe, its length brushing his ankles, and ties the sash at his waist.

“How does it look?” Yuuta asks shyly, self-conscious of the clothes that adorn his skin.

Eren doesn’t even really know how to answer such a question. How can you describe the way a rose looks when it blooms? The way the sunset looks when it fades? There’s a certain type of beauty in nature, one that robs a person of their breath, one that inspires poetry and songs. And Eren thinks that if there was ever anything that inspired him in that way it would be his prince.

“Beautiful,” Eren replies, taking Yuuta’s hand in his. The word isn’t nearly enough to describe what he feels, but he doesn’t think words would suffice regardless. He lifts Yuuta’s hand towards his face and places a kiss on Yuuta's knuckles. “You always are, my prince.”

“D-Don’t do that,” Yuuta stutters, unable to calm his racing heart. “Just Yuuta is fine, Ren.”

“All right.” Eren leans down to kiss the shorter male, his hair falling over his shoulders like a curtain. His kiss is soft and warm, despite all the emotions that rage in his heart. When he pulls away he smiles, first looking at Yuuta and then taking a look around them. The various colors of wildflowers are breathtakingly beautiful, and the urge to use them is too strong to ignore.

“There’s one thing I want to do,” Eren says, crossing his legs and sitting down right at the edge of their blanket. Yuuta is confused for a moment before he sees Eren begin to pull flowers from the ground. Then he smiles, recognition dawning on him as he realizes what it is that Eren’s doing, watching the hybrid twist the stems of the flowers together in the familiar shape of a halo. Yuuta sits down beside him, occasionally stealing a flower or two, threading the stems between Eren’s chestnut strands. It makes them both laugh, soft and careless laughter as if they were thirteen-year-old boys in the clearing again, just like the first time Eren had ever made Yuuta a flower crown.

“All done,” Eren says, turning and placing the crown of flowers onto Yuuta’s head. It’s not the first time Eren had made such a crown for him, but it makes him bashful all the same.

Eren reaches down onto the blanket, picking up some jewelry that he had brought along with them—a couple of bracelets, some earrings, a necklace, and a ring. He places them on himself, most of them only because he thinks they look pretty, and of course, he wants to look his best for Yuuta. But the one necklace and the ring—those are for the ceremony. He puts on the necklace and places the ring atop his smallest finger, finally taking Yuuta’s hand in his own. When he looks out towards the lake, he notices a figure in the distance.

“There’s a carved stone at the edge of the lake.”

Eren points to a large stone a short distance away. From the sky, it was hard to tell, but in person, it is much clearer: the stone is carved into the shape of a dragon, a woman straddled on its back. Eren gathers up the blanket, leaving whatever else he brought along inside it, and the two of them move closer to the carved stone. It is then that Eren places their belongings right beside the lake, and takes Yuuta’s hand to stand before the stone.

“It’s been almost a decade since anyone has come here,” Eren says, placing his palm against the base of the stone. His fingers slowly trace over the carved scales, brushing moss and greenery away, his eyes following the shape of the dragon. There’s no inscription because Valyrians never used writing, but Eren knows from the oral legends told to him what this statue represents: the legend of his ancestors, Aegon and Rhaenys. He didn’t know that there would be a monument to them here, but it makes sense. After all, it is the spot his people used to swear their eternal love. And no eternal love was as strong as the love between Aegon and Rhaenys.

“I hope Balerion is still listening,” Eren murmurs, lost in his thoughts.

“I’m sure he is,” Yuuta replies, placing his hand over Eren’s. At that moment, Vhagar returns, perching itself right atop the carved dragon’s head.

“Well, if he isn’t, at least we have Vhagar as our witness,” Eren chuckles.

“So now Vhagar’s existence matters to you, huh?” Yuuta chides playfully.

“You’re the only one who’s ever mattered to me, Yuu.”

Eren says such things so often that most times when Yuuta hears them, he easily accepts his words, or if he’s in a playful mood, he rebukes them with a laugh. But today, standing before the statue of the Ancient Dragon and his queen, his words carry much more weight. Yuuta’s smile fades, a warmth spreading across his chest as he takes Eren’s words to heart.

“I know, Ren,” Yuuta replies, his voice soft. His fingers curl tighter around Eren’s larger ones, their hands still pressed to Balerion’s stone scales. When he looks at Eren, it’s only affection in his gaze; Eren truly looks so handsome to him now. Sure, the robes and jewelry he adorns himself with accentuate his features, but Yuuta has always loved him for him. His smile still captivates his heart, his warmth and kindness still radiate from him, and his iridescent scales still shimmer in the sunlight. Eren was just as beautiful the first day they met as he is now.

“I can hear your thoughts,” Eren murmurs, his voice shaky, but he smiles. Yuuta can tell that Eren’s nervous, and he finds it endearing. Eren removes their joined hands from the stone, opting to hold Yuuta’s hand between them instead. He may be nervous, but when he squeezes Yuuta’s hand, he’s still so strong. With his free hand, he cradles Yuuta’s cheek, his thumb grazing over the skin affectionately. “I think you’re beautiful too, ñuha qēlos.”

For a moment, as they look at each other with soft smiles on their lips, Eren’s at a loss for words. He fears that whatever he says wouldn’t be good enough to describe just how he feels. He’s here to swear an oath of love before the Gods—how could mortal words explain a feeling that he wishes to go beyond death? He feels so many things at once: adoration, of course, for Yuuta—both physically, and for who he is as a person; gratefulness—because Yuuta came to him at the darkest point in his life, the friend that he desperately needed; desire, greed—he wants Yuuta, craves to be beside him, to be the object of his affection until his last breath; fear—because he knows that this is their last moments upon their island, and he doesn’t know what’s in store for them; and sadness—because he’s never been happier in his entire life, and the thought of their lives on the island coming to an end hurts him deeply. How could he put all those feelings and more into words worthy enough for the object of his affection? He doesn’t know how but he wishes to try.

He releases Yuuta’s hand from his own and reaches into his robes, producing the dark gemstone which he had tucked away earlier. It is a dark grey, almost black, that shimmers with an indigo sheen when the light hits its surface. Yuuta marvels at the stone in Eren’s palm for a moment, fingers hesitantly reaching out for the glimmering rock.

“Is this…?”

“Dragonglass,” Eren answers. Yuuta remembers a conversation many years ago when he had discovered that he and Eren could heal so quickly, and once he and Eren knew enough of their language to speak to one another, that he had asked Eren if there was anything that he could not heal from. Eren had told him that a wound made from dragonglass would not heal as quickly as any other wound. But Eren had never actually shown Yuuta what dragonglass looked like, much less had ever told him that he had some in his possession. Seeing it now, finally, stuns him.

“I’ve had this stored away since I came upon it years ago. The dragonglass is scattered around the island, and I found this piece one day while looking for food. It is usually part of the ceremony, to become bound by blood.” Eren adds, “We don’t have to do this part. Spoken vows are enough, but…”

Yuuta looks up at Eren, bringing one of his palms to Eren’s wrist. He gives it a squeeze. “I want to, Ren. I want to experience everything about the Valyrian ceremony… I want it—with you.”

Eren smiles. “Me too.”

He places the piece of dragonglass within Yuuta’s hand. Yuuta curls the tips of his fingers around it, a sharp edge of the stone pointing towards Eren. A flash of concern takes over Yuuta’s features. “Will this hurt you?”

“It doesn’t matter. No amount of pain would stop me from wanting this, Yuu.” He wraps a hand around Yuuta’s, bringing the dragonglass closer until Yuuta’s hand is hovering just above his lips, the stone placed just above the center of his bottom lip. “Use it to cut here.”

Yuuta nods. “Okay.”

He presses the sharp edge to Eren’s lips, cutting the skin and drawing blood upon contact. Eren doesn’t react to the pain, staring down at Yuuta as Yuuta drags the stone down the center of Eren’s lip. He pulls the stone away, staring at the crimson that wells up from the wound and paints Eren’s lip. Is this okay?

Use it to mark me, Yuuta. For a moment, he doesn’t understand what Eren means. But Eren takes Yuuta’s hand, dabs a fingertip to the blood on his lips, and drags it down the center of his forehead. To seal the oath—to mark my words and thoughts with my lifeblood.

It is just as Eren had said—the cut on his lips does not heal immediately. The wound on Eren’s lip continues to bleed but they pay it no mind. Yuuta gives Eren the dragonglass and looks up at him expectantly, waiting for Eren to do the same to him.

“Are you sure?” Eren murmurs, holding the dragonglass above Yuuta’s lips.

“Yes, Ren… Just as you are.”

Eren presses the sharp edge of the stone to Yuuta’s lips. At first contact, it slices the skin, and Yuuta flinches immediately.

“Yuuta,” Eren calls his name worriedly. His thumb brushes over the wound on Yuuta’s lips, picking up blood. “I’m sorry I—”

Yuuta wraps both his hands around Eren’s, placing a kiss on his fingertips. He smiles, shaking his head. “I’m okay, Ren, please. I want to do this too.”

Eren takes the blood upon his thumb, and presses it to Yuuta’s forehead, just as Yuuta had done to him. Then, he holds up his hand between their bodies. Yuuta follows his lead, holding open one of his palms beside Eren’s. He watches in stunned silence as Eren takes the dragonglass and slices down in a line across his own palm, creating a gash that bleeds upon his hand. Eren looks towards Yuuta, waiting for Yuuta to decline, but he doesn’t. The prince steels himself and nods, holding out his hands as if to say ‘mark me too’. Eren hands him the dragonglass and Yuuta uses it to cut a similar mark into his palm, right beside the zaldrīzes that links their lives to one another. When they link their palms, blood mingling with blood, the marking glows.

Now that they have exchanged blood, Eren tosses away the dragonglass and begins his vow:

“Yuuta… I’ve brought you here to swear my heart to you before the Gods, with Balerion and Vhagar as our witnesses,” Eren starts, and they both smile at the mention of Vhagar’s name. “If you would have told me as a child that I would have met an outsider, much less become friends and even lovers with one, I would have thought you insane,” Eren chuckles. Yuuta’s face warms, a slight pink hue to his cheeks at the word lovers, but Eren continues, “After what happened to my people, I despised them. But I met you and… I think from the moment I saw you, I knew you were different. I’ve always thought you were beautiful from that first day, but the kindness you’ve shown me since was what really stole my heart. The way you’ve cared for me, a monster, someone who’s not human—it still amazes me how easily you extended your arms out to me that night I cried. I want to cherish this bond that we have, as long as I still breathe. You’ve made me so happy all this time, Yuu. Every moment in that cave, every hunt, every swim, every time we fly…” Eren’s voice goes slightly timid, “And every time you kiss me… That time we made love on the beach… I couldn’t be happier than all the times I’ve spent by your side.”

Yuuta doesn’t know at what point they had started, but tears cloud his vision as he stands speechless, taken by Eren’s words.

“I want to make this oath before the Gods, that no matter what happens, even after we leave this island, that I’ll love you with every ounce of strength I have, for eternity. I offer to you the fire that fills my lungs and the lifeblood that runs through my body. And even after death, my spirit will be bound to yours. I’ll belong to you, Yuuta, body and soul. Not just because we are bound by magic, but because I’m bound to you by choice. Because I’ve chosen to love you.”

“Eren…” Yuuta blinks and tears line his waterline and coat his lashes, threatening to spill over his cheeks. Eren releases Yuuta’s hand and wipes them away using his two thumbs. Yuuta reaches up to wrap his fingers around Eren’s wrists. They ignore whatever crimson marks their movements leave behind, caring not for whatever blood spilled coats their skins.

“I love you, Eren. The ways I have cared for you pales in comparison to what you have done for me. You’ve saved my life so many times. I came to this island not knowing how to do anything. If I hadn’t died on its shores by the sea, I would have starved. You showed me how to hunt, to explore, to swim, to dip my feet in the sand, to live like I’m just me, not Prince Yuuta, but just Yuuta. You befriended me and came to love me for me, and I know no one else will ever do that for me, Ren. So, thank you.”

Yuuta leans up on his toes and places a chaste kiss onto Eren’s lips, a kiss just as innocent as the very first time Eren had ever thanked him with a kiss—his Valyrian form of thanks. Blood stains their lips but Yuuta smiles wholeheartedly, just as Eren does.

“Thank you, Ren, for loving me this much. Our time together has made me happy too. I wish we could stay here forever. But even once we leave, I’ll still love you just as much as I do now. We might not be able to tell the world, but the Gods will know. I’ll still love being by your side, watching the stars, even cooking for you, though I don’t think I’ll be able to do that for you once we live in the palace,” Yuuta laughs softly. Eren tries, but the thought of spending time apart from him tears a hole in his chest. “No matter what happens to us—whether I’m a prince, maybe someday a king, or an emperor—whatever title I have, I’ll love you just as much as I do right now, as I am, without any titles. On this island, I’m just Yuuta Okkotsu, nothing else. Before the Gods and before you, that’s who I’ll always be. No matter what happens after this, to you, and to the Gods; my heart, body, soul—they’ll always belong to you, too.”

Yuuta can already feel the hurt that radiates off of Eren, Eren’s fingers holding his face just ever so slightly harder. Eren pretends to be strong, but Yuuta can see the tears that mist over his beautiful emeralds. They know what words are being left unspoken, but neither of them has the will to say them.

“Before the Gods—and Balerion, and Vhagar too—you’ll be my valzȳrys and I’ll be your ābrazȳrys. You’ll be my vēzos and I’ll be your qēlos, even after our last breaths. That’s my oath to you, Ren.”

Eren closes the distance this time, his hands framing Yuuta’s cheeks as Yuuta’s palms rest against Eren’s shoulders. Their kiss is gentle, tender, and full of love, but masks the heartbreak that lies underneath. There’s so much fear in them both; fear that whatever happens after this will tear them apart. Yuuta wishes he could reassure Eren. He wishes he could say, ‘We’ll be together even in Nymeria’ but he doesn’t know for certain. What if the world were to be afraid of Eren—to harm him, even? Besides the fact that their relationship is seen as forbidden, what if the world thinks Eren’s existence is forbidden?

“We’ll endure it together, whatever happens next,” Eren answers Yuuta’s thoughts with whispered words against his lips. Eren pulls apart, just enough to pull the ring off his smallest finger. It’s a silver ring, with a gemstone in the middle. He’d found it some time ago amongst his treasures after that day that they had that conversation about marriage. He had decided upon seeing it that the ring would be beautiful enough to save for his prince. “I’m presenting this to you as a symbol of our oath. After this, you’ll belong to me, and I’ll belong to you.”

Eren holds Yuuta’s left hand in his right, palm facing down, his own left hand hovering between them with the ring. “Is that okay, Yuu?”

“You don’t even need to ask me, Ren. Of course.”

“I just… want it to be your choice too,” he admits shyly. I want you to choose me, not just because I chose you.

“Eren… I’m the first one who kissed you—that day we fell off the cliff, remember?” Yuuta asks. “I chose you just as much as you chose me.”

Eren nods, biting back tears that prickle behind his eyes. He doesn’t want to be a crybaby, not now. He slips the ring onto Yuuta’s ring finger, and with relief, he realizes the ring fits him perfectly. “Thank you… for choosing me too, Yuuta.”

Their lips meet in the middle with no inhibition this time, tasting every word they spoke off each other’s lips—the adoration, the earnest devotion, the passion, the uncertainty, even the fear. Yuuta holds Eren close with arms twisted around his nape, murmuring ‘avy jorrāelan’ between their kisses. Eren returns his words with affections of his own in the form of whispered ‘I love you’s between ragged breaths.

“I have one more offering,” Eren says once they come apart, reaching for the necklace that adorns his neck. He pulls it out from below his robe and holds it in his palm. Yuuta looks down and sees what looks like a key at the end of the necklace, the head of the key molded into the shape of a dragon.

“What’s this, Ren?” Yuuta asks, watching as the key glimmers in the sunlight on Eren’s palm.

“This belonged to my mother,” Eren replies. A soft smile adorns his face, the same one that always does whenever he speaks of her. Yuuta knows how much he loved her, but it always shows the most in his smile. “She gave it to me when I was just a child. The dragon’s head, it’s a symbol for Balerion. It’s a talisman of protection.”

“Eren… I can’t accept something like this,” Yuuta whispers, too shocked to speak any louder. “This is the only thing you have left from your family, it must be so precious to you.”

“You’re precious to me, so I want you to have it.”

“But Eren—”

“Yuuta…” Eren’s voice sounds so shaky, as if he were about to crumble into pieces. “We don’t know what the outside world will do to me when they learn that I’m a dragon. What if we get separated or worse, what if they—”

“I won’t allow anyone to hurt you,” Yuuta replies instantly. “I’m the son of the emperor, Eren. They won’t hurt you as long as I stand in their way.”

“I trust you, Yuuta. But we both know the outsiders aren’t all as kind as you are… I want to protect you. And with this, if something happens to me, at least you’ll have Balerion to protect you. So… Please?”

Yuuta hesitantly accepts the necklace, allowing Eren to place it around his neck. Yuuta tucks the talisman at the end behind the fabric of his robe. “I’ll wear this, but only as long as I need it. I promise you… I’ll return it to you.”

“You’re so stubborn,” Eren replies with a smile. “I don’t want it back, ñuha qēlos.”

“I’d rather have you protect me yourself.” Yuuta intertwines their fingers together, bringing Eren’s hand to his lips. “You’ll be the Aegon to my Rhaenys, won’t you?”

“Of course,” Eren finds himself smiling at the comparison. Perhaps, even despite the circumstances, he can allow himself to hope that their love would be as great as the one between Aegon and Rhaenys. He, too, brings Yuuta’s hand to his lips. “I’d want nothing less.”

“Avy jorrāelan, ñuha vēzos,” Yuuta tells him, the sweetest smile taking form upon his face. He knows that once they leave this island, their oath will not carry the same weight it does now. In fact, they will most likely have to pretend this never even happened. But he won’t let that take away from how much joy he feels right now at being able to swear his deepest feelings before the Gods. He lets himself shed his reservations and be happy, opting to enjoy this last time they have on the island together.

Eren knows this too. Their minds, their hearts, they are but two halves of one, and he feels what it is that Yuuta feels. If this is the last time they have together to be truly honest with their feelings, he wishes to savor it, too. Despite the imminent heartbreak that lies behind their words, they share a smile—in fact, they can’t stop smiling. Before Yuuta even realizes it’s happening, Eren lifts him off the ground, looping an arm behind his knees and the other around his back, clutching the prince close to his chest.

“Eren, what are you—”

“Now that we’ve sworn our oath and done the offering,” Eren starts, his mischievous look finally returning to his face, “It’s time for our first dance, ñuha ābrazȳrys.”

***

The pair stand at the lake’s edge still in their red robes, the sun lowering in the sky with every passing minute. Yuuta’s a prince; waltzes, marches, and all types of ballroom dances were taught to him as part of his royal education. Even with his six years away from the palace, his feet still remember the steps and his arms still remember how to twirl a lady. He’d been taught poise and grace, how to be a gentleman and how to have a purpose with each of his movements.

Which is why he giggles like a child when he tries to share a dance with Eren.

“Eren,” Yuuta chortles, stifling his laughter by sucking on his lip. “You don’t know how to dance, do you?”

“Not at all.”

Eren is the antithesis of grace. He doesn’t know anything about dance, being born with the blood of dragons, and the physical prowess of a hunter. His calloused hands aren’t gentle and the movements of his bare feet aren’t elegant in the slightest. He doesn’t know how to start, nor how to accept the offer of a dance, even though he wanted to do this once he’d heard Yuuta mention the Nymerian tradition. Eren stands awkwardly, bashful over his ignorance.

When Yuuta extends his hand, Eren takes it into his palm and intertwines their fingers.

“No, no,” Yuuta chuckles. “Like this.” Yuuta moves their hands, until Eren’s palm rests above his own, and looks up into his eyes. The sparkle in Yuuta’s eyes rivals that of the lake behind them. He bends at the waist and places a kiss on the back of Eren’s hand. The tips of Eren’s ears tinge pink, but Eren smiles so earnestly. From his bent position, Yuuta looks up at Eren, a sea of blue behind his dark lashes. The joy he feels radiates not just from his smile, but from his gaze too. “May I have this dance?”

“Yes, but… How do we dance?”

“Just follow my lead,” Yuuta says, standing straight once more. He guides Eren’s hands, one onto his shoulder, the other around his waist. Yuuta, too, places a hand on Eren’s waist. The other he places above Eren’s heart, feeling how fast it races below his fingers. Their chests are close enough to feel each other’s warmth, and their faces close enough to taste each other’s breath. With this proximity, Yuuta inhales Eren’s scent, too, and smiles. It reminds him of how it feels to lie in a meadow of flowers, the warmth of the sun kissing his face. He wishes to bask in it forever.

“Yuu?” Eren murmurs his name, and Yuuta tears his eyes off of his hand on Eren’s chest to peer up at the dragon. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Yuuta nods, a soft pink tainting the porcelain skin of his cheeks.

Eren may often be brash, even brutish in his ways, but there are times when he comes across as innocent, so unsure of himself, like a young boy. Eren looks down at his bare feet, nervous. He doesn’t even know how to dance—how could he possibly look like anything less than a fool beside his prince?

Yuuta removes his palm from Eren’s chest, using it to tilt Eren’s chin up to face him. “Just watch me. Do what I do, okay? It’s just us here. It’ll be fine.”

Eren nods. As Yuuta takes a tentative step to his left, Eren follows along with his right. Yuuta pulls back a step, and Eren follows forward. Perhaps it is easy because their minds are linked, but Eren knows which step Yuuta will take as he takes them, following his prince’s lead. He stumbles once or twice, distracted by Yuuta’s soft smile and pretty eyes, but he can’t help himself in that regard.

They move along the lake’s edge—their bare feet carrying them across the meadow so slowly that perhaps in a ballroom this wouldn’t even be considered a dance—but to Yuuta it’s perfect. He moves closer to Eren, foregoing the formalities of a typical dancing pose, placing his arms around Eren’s neck and tucking his head just beneath Eren’s chin. Eren’s arms wrap around Yuuta’s waist, holding him close though they continue to sway together.

Yuuta begins to hum a song, the tune familiar to Eren’s ears. It’s the same song that Yuuta always sings to him, the one that Yuuta used to hear from his own mother. Eren grins before he, too, joins Yuuta’s singing with his own low hum. They dance to the tune of their comforting song, the lullaby Yuuta has sung to him so many times over the last six years. Yuuta feels like he’s no longer stepping on grass and flowers but walking on air, the rush that pumps through his veins rivaling that of when he rides atop his dragon’s back as they soar in the sky. Perhaps that is just how fast his heart races in his chest, the outpouring of feelings in his heart bordering on overwhelming.

“I feel so lucky today, Yuu,” Eren says, his voice a soft purr as he presses his forehead against Yuuta’s, a tender smile forming on his lips.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I get to call you my wife.”

Eren places a soft kiss on the tip of Yuuta’s nose. Meanwhile, a blush begins to creep up the prince’s cheeks. “You don’t have to keep calling me that.”

“But you said these words exactly,” Eren starts, his voice teasing as they continue to slow dance. He elevates his voice just an octave, in an attempt to mimic Yuuta’s voice, “‘You’ll be my valzȳrys and I’ll be your ābrazȳrys’.” His voice returns to normal when he adds, “You called us husband and wife before the Gods.”

“I don’t sound like that,” Yuuta protests feebly.

Eren simply chuckles, “My apologies, my wife.”

Yuuta’s blush only deepens in color. “Eren, you’re so—”

Eren leans down and cuts him off with a kiss. Yuuta can feel Eren stifling a laugh as he claims his lips as his own. It’s a heavier kiss than the ones they had previously shared, the heat of Eren’s kiss singeing his lips. Yuuta’s familiar with this brand of Eren’s kisses, and it makes warmth crawl up his skin and once-quelled desire reemerge from the pit of his stomach. Eren’s fingers grip tightly to Yuuta’s sides, and he parts his lips, his tongue tracing the curve of Yuuta’s bottom lip. When Eren finally parts from him, just enough to catch his breath, Eren titters as he leaves Yuuta dazed.

“I’m so what, dōnaprūmia?”

Yuuta tries not to fluster at Eren’s casual use of the word sweetheart—a lame attempt, as his cheeks are the same color as the hibiscus flowers in his flower crown.

“Annoying,” Yuuta retorts, but his word has no bite, only affection in it. “You’re the most annoying husband in all of Valyria.” Yuuta returns Eren’s kiss with one of his own, pulling him down with the arms that wrap around his nape. Eren leans into the kiss, and they no longer slow dance, too lost in the taste of each other’s lips to care for the movement of their feet.

“But you love me for it,” Eren smiles against the prince’s lips before pulling back, reaching behind him to take Yuuta’s hands off his nape. He brings Yuuta’s palm to his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he kisses the mark of the dragon which binds their lives together.

“I do.” Yuuta’s unable to deny Eren’s words, not when they had just sworn their love before the Gods in a sacred ceremony. “I love you, Ren.”

“And I love you,” the dragon whispers against his rider’s palm.

“Thank you for this,” Yuuta says, his free hand coming up to cradle Eren’s jaw affectionately. “The robes, the ceremony, the offerings, the dance… It was all so wonderful, Eren. I’ll cherish this for the rest of my life.”

“I wish I could do more,” Eren professes, nuzzling against Yuuta’s palm. “Wish I could give you a ceremony worthy of a prince, Yuu.”

“I don’t want a ceremony for a prince.” His gaze is unwavering as he stares back at Eren with those beautiful, determined sapphires of his. “This was all I could have ever wanted.”

“Then, I’m glad,” Eren replies with a smile.

Yuuta tilts his gaze away from Eren, looking towards the sun that’s slipping below the horizon behind him. The sky looks so beautiful, the once clear blue painted over by streaks of pink and gold. Soon it will be nightfall, signifying the end of one of the most incredible days they had shared in their six years together.

Eren takes one of Yuuta’s hands into his own and interlaces their fingers, leading Yuuta back to their blanket just a short few steps away. They sit down in the middle, with Yuuta sitting between Eren’s legs, allowing Eren to pull him close. They sit together like this so often back at their cave that it is merely second nature to them to sit so close. With a contented hum, Yuuta sets the flower crown aside and curls up on his side against Eren’s strong chest.

Eren reaches over and grabs hold of a cloth bag he had brought along, the inside of it filled with kasta berries. He places it into Yuuta’s empty hands. “Not as grand as a Nymerian banquet, I’m sure, but I brought your favorites.”

“We don’t need a banquet, Ren. Those foods were never that good, anyway,” Yuuta chuckles, before reaching into the cloth and popping a blue-green berry past his lips. The sticky, tart flavor coats the roof of his mouth, and the blue color from the berry stains his tongue.

“Can I have one?” Eren asks. Yuuta holds one up in his palm for Eren to take but Eren doesn’t move. Yuuta looks up at him curiously, and Eren can’t help but giggle. “I meant, feed it to me.”

“You’re so ridiculous,” Yuuta says, but he doesn’t hesitate to lift the berry to Eren’s face. Eren parts his lips and Yuuta slips the berry past his tongue. The action feels more intimate than words can describe, perhaps because of Eren’s gaze. He doesn’t take his eyes off Yuuta for a moment, even as he closes his mouth and chews the berry, turning his tongue a matching shade of blue.

“Kirimvose, ñuha qēlos.” Eren punctuates his words of thanks with a kiss, leaning down while hooking a finger under Yuuta’s chin to tilt his face up. Yuuta loops his fingers around Eren’s wrist, a whimper leaving his lips as Eren’s tongue delves past them, tasting the sweet nectar of the kasta berries they shared.

Eren… I want…

Eren pulls away, a string of saliva still connecting their berry-stained lips. When he speaks he’s still close enough for their breaths to mingle, for Yuuta to count every iridescent scale on his skin if he so wanted to. “What is it that you want?”

Yuuta tries to smother the craving that he feels is taking hold of him and averts his eyes—avoiding Eren’s gaze that speaks the words Yuuta feels are on the tip of his tongue. Yuuta ignores Eren’s question entirely, feigning innocence as he eats another berry.

When he looks at his dragon again, he sees the way Eren’s skin glows with a warm orange color, illuminated by the sunset that’s glowing the colors of fading embers. The jewelry Eren wears shimmers in the fading light, and the ring upon Yuuta’s finger shines, the gemstone in its center reflecting rays of the amber light. The once-quiet meadow begins to hum with life as insects and small animals look for their evening meals. Everything looks so warm and feels so vivacious yet serene; even the lake behind them glows with streaks of yellow and burnt orange as the sun begins to fade away.

“It’s almost nightfall, Ren. What do you think we should do, now that we’ve finished the ceremony?”

“Well, what do you think we should do, Yuu?” Eren teases him with his words, his voice smooth as nectar. Eren wraps his arm around Yuuta’s waist, the tips of his fingers brushing over the red sash that shuts his robe. Eren, despite his outward show of confidence, already begins to feel his skin prickle with his nerves. But Yuuta can’t tell that Eren’s nervous, a victim of his act.

“Well… In Nymeria, a-after the ceremony and the dancing… That night, it is customary to… um… c-consummate the marriage,” Yuuta stutters and trips over his words as he locks eyes with Eren. Yuuta’s gotten quite used to them kissing and touching each other over the last few months, but they’ve only ever gone further than that once, on the night of Tanabata. Despite how much he enjoyed it and how much he wants to do it again, even the thought of admitting it out loud makes him timorous. His fingers nervously fidget with the cloth bag that contains more berries on his lap.

Yuuta can feel Eren at his side, ghosting his lips over his neck. The heat of Eren’s breath licks his skin with every word as he replies, “Is that what you want us to do?”

“U-Um... I—” Yuuta sighs, goosebumps painting his skin as it’s warmed by Eren’s words. “You tease me too much, Ren,” Yuuta meekly protests, his voice tilting towards a whine as Eren presses his lips to the base of Yuuta’s throat.

“I wasn’t teasing… I’m just asking for your permission.” Eren completes the trail from the base of Yuuta’s neck to his lips with another kiss, melding their lips together in a sweet kiss that stirs the butterflies within Yuuta’s chest, bringing them to life and making his heart flutter along with them.

“W-What are you saying?” When Yuuta’s gaze meets Eren’s, his usual teasing glint is there, but just below the surface of that endless pool of green is a hint of insecurity. Eren, too, feels just a bit shy below the exterior.

“I’d like to consummate our marriage, ñuha ābrazȳrys,” Eren starts, his hand on Yuuta’s chin moving to frame his face. “What about you?”

Yuuta’s breath hitches in his throat, surprised that Eren had said that so casually. His eyes widen as he makes sense of what Eren had just asked him. He nods, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, but his nerves get the best of him.

“I… want that too.”

Eren takes the cloth bag from Yuuta’s hands and tosses it aside, and before Yuuta can even finish his train of thought, Eren kisses him—no reservations, just pure desire and greed. He wishes to taste every corner, every crevice of his prince’s soft mouth and feel every whimper of his against his lips. Their hands roam and bunch the red fabrics of their robes as they melt into their kiss, Yuuta quickly finding himself on his back against the blanket with Eren hovering above him.

Yuuta’s fingers curl around Eren’s shoulders as he spreads his knees apart, welcoming Eren between them. The red cloth of the robe that was once up to Yuuta’s ankles pools over his thighs, the pale skin of his legs looking even more alluring now that the sun has slipped past the horizon, giving way to the moonlight. Eren kisses him like his lungs need Yuuta’s breaths to fill them, the two sliding their tongues against one another’s and trading soft mewls of each other’s name.

“Ren,” Yuuta gasps, saliva glistening on his lips as they part. His hands move to thread themselves within Eren’s strands, tugging at his loose hair. But Eren doesn’t mind the way Yuuta loves to pull his hair. Any show of desperation from his prince just turns him on more and more.

“Hmm?” Eren hums as his lips find their way down Yuuta’s neck, sucking and nipping, red marks blooming across Yuuta’s pale skin. They both know with their dragon magic that these marks will heal, but Eren still loves to leave them anyway. He thinks the marks he leaves behind look so pretty on his prince’s soft skin. Yuuta shudders as he feels Eren’s hot tongue on the base of his neck, and a deep groan slips past Eren’s lips as he worships his skin.

While Eren’s lips memorize every inch of Yuuta’s body on their journey towards his navel, his hands move higher, his palms warming Yuuta’s skin as they slide further up his legs. Eren stops halfway down Yuuta’s chest and reaches for Yuuta’s sash, untying the fabric. Yuuta’s impatient and bashful about being the only one shedding his robe, so his hands slip below the fabric that covers Eren’s shoulders and tugs at it.

“Impatient, princess?” Eren titters, smiling as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to Yuuta’s chest. His own robe begins to slide off his shoulders as Yuuta pulls it down, his sun-kissed skin looking so beautiful as it becomes illuminated under the stars.

“Eren, I—” Yuuta bites his lip, an action that he never realizes drives Eren insane with lust. He looks down at Eren with eyes that are pleading as they gleam their crystalline blue. “I want to kiss you and feel you, too. Last time we… I—I let you do everything last time and I… I want to do this together this time.”

Gods… The way Yuuta asks so innocently for something so prurient only gets Eren more aroused, if possible. Does Yuuta even know what kind of effect he has on him?

When Eren crawls back up to kiss him again, Yuuta can feel just how aroused Eren really is as he grinds his hips down between his legs. It causes a moan to leave their lips as they kiss. Despite the thin fabric, they can both feel it clearly when their clothed lengths rub over one another in their furious need for friction. Their hasty hands slide under the red fabrics, icy cold skin meeting fiery palms. Yuuta’s fingertips lay claim to Eren’s sinewy back, forcing his robe to fall off and pool at his waist. Eren’s quite dextrous with his hands. Even as he busies himself with swallowing Yuuta’s moans and plundering his mouth, his hands make work of Yuuta’s robe, baring his prince’s soft skin for his eyes to ravish.

Now that their robes are pooled around their waists, open to each other, Eren can see Yuuta’s lean chest, with only the key necklace that he had gifted him adorning it. His pale skin is littered with the marks he had left scattered across it, and if he looks lower, Yuuta’s cock stands firm, leaking onto his navel, much like his own. Eren suppresses a moan once he leans back down to kiss him again and their lengths, now devoid of the fabric, touch each other in between their bodies.

“I want to taste you first,” Eren mutters right against Yuuta’s lips. His fingertips dig into Yuuta's thighs at his sides, as if holding onto anything to keep some semblance of coherence—because, unlike his words, his thoughts are everywhere at once. Before Yuuta can even answer, one of Eren’s hands snakes between them, traveling lower, until his fingers wrap around Yuuta’s length, giving it a few teasing strokes with his thumb.

“R-Ren,” Yuuta stutters, gripping tight onto the dragon’s shoulders. When Yuuta and Eren face each other again, Yuuta looks up at Eren with lidded, hazy eyes and bitten lips, parted as his breathing turns ragged with each stroke of Eren’s fist. He feels a burst of ecstasy with each drag of his lover’s palm against his throbbing veins, Eren’s warm hands tugging from base to tip. Yuuta’s fingers tug on Eren’s hair, harder and harder with each stroke. He wants more of this feeling that’s beginning to build in his core, so he entrusts Eren to have his way with him.

“I swore it before the Gods, Ren… My body, it belongs to you. Do what you want with me.”

Yuuta’s words alone send a shiver up Eren’s spine. The bottomless pit that is his craving for his lover, his wife, is set ablaze. He wants more—to touch, to taste, to feel more. Despite Yuuta’s wish to please each other, Eren couldn’t possibly comply without having his prince to himself first. The greedy man he is, he sinks lower and lower, pushing Yuuta's legs up and apart by the back of the knees with selfish hands. He can hear Yuuta in his mind, saying how he had wished to touch him too, but it can wait. Eren’s craving… that can’t.

Yuuta practically jolts, a whine leaving his lips at the first contact of his tip with Eren’s tongue. I want it, Yuuta says within the free space of his mind, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip to contain his noises. Eren’s lips encircle the head of Yuuta’s cock, tongue lapping at his slit, and Yuuta’s begging worsens in his mind. Please, feels so good, Ren—more, please, more.

Eren looks up at Yuuta with a gaze so smoldering hot it could rival a thousand suns. Eren is always so gentle with his prince—but at times like these, the beast that he is shows in his eyes. He flattens his tongue and traces the veins that run down Yuuta’s shaft, humming in contentment when he feels Yuuta’s legs tremble and his fingers thread in his hair. Eren’s hand replaces his lips, forming a tight fist that wraps around and pulls at Yuuta’s wet shaft, as his mouth travels lower still, stopping to lick and suck at his testes. Then he dips lower, tracing Yuuta’s rim with the tip of his tongue, his deep moans sending vibrations up his skin. Yuuta can’t hold back his moans any longer and rests his legs on Eren’s shoulders as he throws his head back, his hands gripping tight onto the sheet below them, groaning into the warm summer air.

There’s something tantalizing about all of this: the way Yuuta, who’s always radiated innocence, moans unabashedly as Eren dips his tongue between the man’s cheeks; or perhaps it is the way Yuuta’s milky soft skin had made him look so chaste before Eren had marked it with his fiendish tongue and his impetuous, rough hands. Is it how salacious the prince looks with his robe sliding off his skin, revealing the man that is undoubtedly the most beautiful of all the treasures on the island? Eren’s not sure which it is, perhaps all of the above, but he’s never felt needier, more addicted than the moment he had heard Yuuta moan his name as he just had.

I want to hear more. Sounds so beautiful, Yuu.

Yuuta gasps when Eren’s mouth pulls away and sits up to watch Eren’s movements. Eren continues to pump his length with his fist. Yuuta props himself up on his elbows and sees the moment when Eren wets his own fingers before using them to tease at his entrance. Yuuta knows what comes next, his body stiffening as he prepares for that mixture of pain and pleasure. Eren opts to distract him by taking the entire length of him into his mouth.

“Oh, Gods, Ren—I—” Yuuta sputters, gasping as his dragon pleases him by all avenues; Eren’s mouth hollows around his length while his fingers begin to work on pushing inside him. “Your mouth… it’s—” He chokes on a sob as he makes eye contact with Eren, just at the moment that Eren had started to suck on him, his throat closing around his length.

Good? Eren asks him, spit coating the corners of his lips and staining his chin.

“Y-Yes.”

Yuuta lies back against the sheet once more, gritting his teeth once he feels one of Eren’s fingers inside him past the knuckle. Eren is just as slow and patient as the first time, but perhaps just a bit more eager, fueled by Yuuta’s noises and writhing underneath his touch. His nose brushes against Yuuta’s skin, and he moans as if he’s enjoying the best thing he’s ever tasted which, perhaps, he might just be.

When Eren inserts a second finger, Yuuta can’t help but arch his back, bringing his fist to his mouth to stop his wail. His knees instinctively cave in, closing in on either side of Eren’s head, as he’s brought closer and closer to the edge.

Wanna taste you in my mouth, Yuu.

Yuuta can feel his tip at the back of Eren’s throat, the heat of his mouth closing in on him. With Eren’s two fingers inside him, pumping and scissoring, and Eren’s mouth wrapped tight around his length, he can’t hold back any longer.

“I’m close—Ren, I’m—”

Eren tilts his gaze up to watch his lover come apart for him. Yuuta’s eyes shut in bliss and his lips part with his heavy breaths and his lovely, wanton moans, no one else but the moon and the stars to witness such a marvelous sight. Yuuta’s skin is damp with sweat, the warm summer air adding to the heat of their moment. Eren swallows every drop of Yuuta’s that coats his tongue with the most satisfied groan, the picture of it the most sinful thing Yuuta has ever seen when he looks down between his legs.

“Eren.” Yuuta exhales a deep breath as Eren retracts his fingers from inside him. “Is that—was that all right?”

Eren takes his mouth off Yuuta’s cock with a satisfied smile. “You taste so good, ñuha qēlos.”

Yuuta, still dazed as he comes down from his peak, simply hums in surprise when Eren crawls up his body to kiss him, Yuuta’s ankles still resting on Eren’s shoulders. Eren’s kiss is sloppy, wet with his drool-covered lips and chin, and salty—his tongue still tastes like Yuuta’s release. But Yuuta doesn’t care, reaching up with his hands to thread into Eren’s hair, pulling him impossibly closer once again.

“Can I… Can I put it in?” Eren asks, his voice low as he speaks against Yuuta’s lips. Yuuta can feel Eren’s length, begging for any kind of touch, pressed against his body.

“I… wanna do it together,” Yuuta says, his cheeks warmed by his own words. “Can we?”

“Whatever you want, love.”

Eren pushes off the blanket, detangling their limbs. He sits down, inviting Yuuta to sit on top of him, and Yuuta wordlessly complies, crawling onto the dragon’s lap and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. With this position they feel so close, chest pressed against the other’s chest, their arms twisted around each other’s bodies. Eren’s hands start at Yuuta’s back, feeling the soft skin with his calloused hands.

“I like this,” Eren murmurs, leaning down to press soft, light kisses along the edge of Yuuta’s jaw. Yuuta closes his eyes and tilts his head back, allowing it. Then suddenly he yelps, feeling Eren’s hands slide lower down his back. Eren’s fingers dig into his flesh as he squeezes his ass. “I really like this.”

“You’re a pervert,” Yuuta chuckles, tugging on the hair at Eren’s nape. The closeness of the new position they’re in makes his heart race in his chest. It is one thing to have Eren hovering above him, to give Eren control, but it is another feeling entirely to be on top, to be the one conquering the beast who is his lover.

“I think I’m allowed to be a bit of a pervert,” Eren replies, taking in a deep breath as he feels Yuuta’s icy touch over his bare chest. “Just this once.”

Yuuta smiles, teasing his lover. “Only once?”

Eren’s laugh when he hears Yuuta’s words is as breathy as it is soft. Yuuta mimics Eren’s actions from before, trailing his lips slowly down the column of Eren’s throat. His fingers, smooth and cool to the touch, slide down Eren’s skin until Yuuta finds himself gripping Eren’s shoulders. Eren groans when he feels Yuuta suck at his skin, leaving marks of his own behind. He’s happy because of it, too. He wants to be marked by his prince. Hell, he wishes the marks would last forever.

“We can make more,” Yuuta says in response to Eren’s thoughts. Eren dips his head down again, to take his turn at lavishing praise on Yuuta’s skin. “We can always make more, Ren.”

“Promise?” Eren asks, his lips ghosting over Yuuta’s heart.

“Yes.” Yuuta’s reply comes out as more of a gasp as Eren’s lips wrap around his nipple. Eren’s hot tongue flicks over the bud, his fangs grazing dangerously close to the skin. Yuuta doesn’t seem to care for such danger. “Ah—as often as you—you want to.”

Yuuta mewls, his head tilting back as Eren sucks on the sensitive skin. As Eren keeps his mouth occupied, one of Yuuta’s hands moves lower still, until it wraps around Eren’s cock. Eren shudders, victim to his prince’s touch. Yuuta’s hand starts at the tip, spreading the pre-cum that pearls up from his slit. Eren can barely take even this small bit of teasing, groaning right against Yuuta’s chest.

What about doing this? Eren lifts Yuuta’s backside, forcing him to let go and wrap his arms around Eren’s neck again to hold himself up. Eren presses his tip against Yuuta’s entrance when he lowers him back down. Can I do this as often as I want, too?

Yes. Yuuta kisses Eren this time, fiercely and forcefully, an outlet for his pain as he bears the stretch of Eren’s head pushing into him. They both groan against each other’s lips, though Yuuta’s is more pain than pleasure, louder and harder with each inch that Yuuta sinks down onto him.

“Yuuta, are you all right?” Eren asks as they come apart, his grip tight on Yuuta’s hips. He’s almost buried in all the way, and he can tell by Yuuta’s panting and sweat-soaked skin that that was just as difficult as the first time. But for Eren, the sensation of Yuuta’s tight walls around him is indescribable, feeling so much pleasure it’s dizzying.

Yuuta looks back at him with beautiful sapphire eyes, glistening with unshed tears, irises sparkling under the moonlight. He nods, chewing his bottom lip to stifle the sounds as the pain melts into pleasure. His hands frame Eren’s face, thumbs brushing over translucent scales.

Feels so good. His lips meld against Eren’s once more, fingers desperately holding onto Eren as he himself begins to lift up his hips. It’s the very first time Yuuta controls the pace, digging his knees into the blanket as he pushes himself up. Just that first stroke as he sinks back down is enough to have him gasping for breath.

Eren doesn’t fare much better, gritting his teeth and sucking in a sharp breath as his fingers dig into Yuuta’s skin.

“Ah—Yuu—It’s… It’s so tight,” Eren gasps, his hand supporting Yuuta’s weight as his prince moves up and down once more on his lap. Yuuta’s movements are shaky and uncertain for his first time, but Eren’s desperate moans and raspy breaths encourage Yuuta to keep moving, to give Eren the pleasure he craves.

“I-Is this okay?” Yuuta asks shyly, splaying one of his palms across Eren’s chest. There’s a bit of force behind it as if telling Eren to lay back, and Eren complies easily with his lover’s request. He lays back against the sheet and Yuuta looks down upon him with misted eyes, his warm skin flushed and just beginning to glisten with sweat.

“Like you said before to me…” Eren starts, taking Yuuta’s palm off his chest and lacing their fingers together. “‘My body, it belongs to you. Do what you want with me.’”

A blush crawls up Yuuta’s cheeks at the sound of his words being repeated back to him, but he nods. Eren simply watches, absolutely dazed and his mind clouded with lust, as Yuuta begins to move again on his lap. He works slowly, holding Eren’s hand tight in his own as his other hand keeps his balance, pressed taut against Eren’s skin.

“It’s so—Gods, it feels hot—you’re so good.” Eren’s words come out tumbling one after the other, admittedly as much of a mess as he feels. He gives Yuuta some confidence, and Yuuta leans forward in order to try and rock his hips faster against Eren’s.

“Eren, Eren,” Yuuta’s calling his name, feeling every bit as much pleasure as Eren does when he feels Eren being buried inside him, over and over. He begins to feel weak at the knees, another orgasm building in his body despite his dragon granting him relief not that long ago. His grip on Eren’s fingers is so hard his knuckles turn pale and his moans are so desperately loud they drown out everything else in Eren’s mind.

Don’t stop Yuu, I’m close, I’m—

Eren lifts his knees, making Yuuta fall down lower towards his chest. He quickly brings his hands to Yuuta’s waist, while Yuuta places his own on either side of Eren’s head. They share a kiss as Eren thrusts up into Yuuta from below, the two of them moaning against each other’s lips. Yuuta doesn’t want to stop, nor does he want to watch as Eren does all the work, so each time Eren moves his hips up, Yuuta meets him as he comes down. It feels incredible—not only because the friction between their bodies feels good, but because it feels like they are in sync, united physically as one just like their souls are before the gods.

When they part again, opening their eyes to look at each other, they see the other’s face: damp with sweat, twisted with pleasure, heavy with desire. The last coherent words between them are their mutual profession of love—a murmured “avy jorrāelan”, either spoken aloud or in their mind, they wouldn’t know—before they come apart, Eren spilling himself inside as Yuuta’s release coats Eren’s skin. Yuuta buries his face against Eren’s neck, panting as his chest heaves, his limp body rising and falling as Eren’s chest does the same.

Eren simply presses a kiss to Yuuta’s temple, the skin salty and sticky with sweat, as his arms wrap around Yuuta’s bare chest. Yuuta can feel the way Eren’s lips curve into a smile against his skin.

“I’m so happy, ñuha ābrazȳrys,” Eren murmurs against his skin. “I would’ve never imagined us doing that… together… You looked so beautiful, Yuu. If this was the last time for us then… It was perfect.”

Yuuta frowns, moving just enough in his lover’s arms to peer up into his face. “Why would you think it’s the last time? We can do this again.” His voice wavers, growing timorous when he adds, “I… I want to do that again with you, Ren.”

“But what if this is the last time?” Eren whispers, reminded of the thoughts he’d tried to bury away. He leans his head against Yuuta’s, inhaling his scent before exhaling a deep breath. “What if after we leave…”

Eren doesn’t let himself finish the thought. Yuuta pushes himself up, his hands finding their place on either side of Eren’s face. He strokes his warm skin gently with his soothing touch. Yuuta finds the look on Eren’s face is as close to heartbreak as he’s ever seen it.

“Please don’t look at me like that, Ren,” he replies. “I don’t want to see you end such a wonderful day in tears.”

“It’s because I don’t want it to end. I want to be right here with you, just like this, forever.” Eren kisses him with every ounce of desperation he feels in his heart. He holds Yuuta close enough to test the barriers of skin, tight enough to dig crescents into Yuuta’s soft flesh. He feels that much longing inside him, to stay on this island with his beloved and never let go.

I could die right here and I’d die happy.

“I’d drag you back from the afterlife myself,” Yuuta says as soon as he hears that line, every word he speaks louder and more demanding than the last. He tucks the strands of hair that frame Eren’s face behind his ears and kisses the tip of his nose, murmuring, “Why would I want to be without you, ñuha valzȳrys? I promised to always belong to you. I meant my words.”

“I know. I meant mine too.” Yuuta can feel Eren’s words instead of hearing them, as they are muffled by Eren pressing his lips to the prince’s skin in a series of soft kisses, gentler than the touch of a feather. Yuuta’s fingers rest at Eren’s nape, threading themselves in his hair once more.

What Yuuta lacks in physical strength, Eren makes up tenfold. But what Eren lacks has always been emotional fortitude, and Yuuta is always there to be that strength for him. As Eren threatens to break apart, Yuuta soothes him, putting back together the pieces.

“I won’t let this be the last time,” Yuuta vows, leaning in to capture Eren’s lips with his own. It’s more aggressive than the ways in which he has kissed Eren before, perhaps desperation tinged with determination. One of his hands slides lower, splaying his fingers out over Eren’s broad chest, right over his heart.

No matter what happens, we’ll always be together.

Eren hears Yuuta’s thoughts, and though they don’t quell his anxiety over what’s to come, he feels a warmth in his heart. He vows the same as he wraps Yuuta in his strong embrace.

Whatever is to come once we leave the island, we’ll face it together.

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astridthevalkyrie · 4 months

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aot characters' favorite mha characters bc i'm funny (not meant to be taken seriously in the slightest pls)

eren—loves ochako uraraka but he breaths a little heavily every time shigaraki’s on screen

everyone thinks it would be bakugo but he saw him being mean to an armin kinnie (deku) and huffed through his nose and now he’s a bakugo anti

mikasa—bops to the hero too song but jirou isn’t her favorite character since she’s “too emo”

bakugo became her favorite as soon as he stepped up on stage in the sports festival and told everyone he was gonna win, she shed a single and called the entire gang extras after that

armin—tries so hard not to have deku as his favorite character but tbh it’s just like when he watched encanto and saw mirabel it was like it was meant to be

cries when deku eats all might’s hair

coincidentally also a huuuuge all might stan and defender who actually gets pissy everytime someone slanders him

jean—“ew i don’t watch that gay hero show” (momo bc “hot and underrated leader”)

also ojiro because “there’s just something ab that guy's voice…”

sasha—denki :) jean makes kissy faces at her when connie looks away and when connie doesn’t look away. sasha thinks it’s an invitation to make out. it isn’t.

but also momo bc of the boobs

connie—“this toga mfer is creepy as helllll”

unironically stans sir nighteye and cried when he died and makes a hate shrine dedicated to overhaul (“isn’t that a video game lolzzz” “that’s overwatch you fucking moron”)

historia—aizawa DICKRIDER bro she screamed when he cut his leg off and eren paused to shout at her for six minutes during which she kept crying about the leg

also saw dabi’s backstory and her face was just permanently stuck like this ☹️ becomes a dabi fan only after that so eren accuses her of being fake bc he’s a hater

ymir—“that girl with the green hair that moves and shit”

says she likes bakugo because he’s funny but the first time hawks appeared on screen her eyes were WIDE and she giggles a bit every time he’s in the show after that

reiner—“oh definitely mirio”

“is it because you’re also a better version of the main character”

eren: “hey what the FUCK actually” giggles and twirls hair cutely “reiner mirio’s actually in my top five too”

cried when aoyama was exposed he was like ong that’s me

bertholdt—he also likes uraraka but his one and only fav character is hagakure

there’s not much to be said there but when he told everyone that mikasa was like “yiiiiiiiikes 😬 aren’t you literally the colossal titan too 😂”

annie—she says it’s endeavor and everyone groans really loudly and connie says “ofc you like him abusive dad ahh dickrider”

her second fav is toga.

and her third fav is wash.

erwin—hero commission president blonde lady

this one ->

says he wishes he bought levi as a child

levi isn't happy about that

hange—obviously the evil doctor who helps all for one

she also thinks all for one is hot

“i wanna look at the frog girl’s tongue soooo bad”

levi—mr compress

#aot #mha #attack on titan #my hero academia #'would you ever write a crossover fic?' i just did

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oatmealmika · 2 years

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attack on titan characters and random jobs (modern au)

tw : multiple curse words

part 2 part 3

Eren Yeager :

• definitely got a job at a fast food restaurant and manages the drive thru.

• i know this little fuck has gotten into a fight with a customer at least once it was jean.

• him and jean

• he actually gets along pretty well with his coworkers, they just think he’s a bit much.

• when the customer asks for something he suggests, he would think about it for a while, saying little side notes like, “oh wait, the chicken tenders suck…” and “don’t recommend the apple juice, it’s expired”.

• he’d end up getting fired, but hey, he was forced into getting a job by his mom so he couldn’t care less.

Mikasa Ackerman :

• i headcanon she plays the guitar and she would sometimes do gigs at restaurants.

• the songs she’d play are a mix of covers and songs she actually made.

• the songs she’d write would sound like mitski’s music.

• eren, armin, jean, sasha, and connie, being supportive friends, came to watch her play.

• on the topic of her friends, if they knew the song she was playing, they’d sing along.

• once, she was singing a mitski song and eren was screaming his lungs out. he had to leave.

Armin Arlert :

• would work at a library and read to the little kids they love him so much.

• he is very good at reading to an audience because of how clear and nicely toned his voice is.

• the kids would be super into the book, too. like, they’d be flipping out over how molly befriended her enemy because of the power of friendship.

• he really cares about the kids and would give them life advice and emotional support for whatever’s going on in their life <3

• when eren and mikasa came to pick him up, they saw how he was with the kids and they melted-

Jean Kirstein :

• does online art commissions

• and has the prices to be way too expensive

• like, yes, artists do deserve to get a rightful amount of money, but jean would charge wayyy too much (lmao)

• marco is standing next to his desk like, “jean, you’ve been working all day, let’s go to sleep”.

• “yeah, no”

• he actually has a youtube channel where he usually does reaction videos, but he doesn’t get paid for the videos. he’s always plugging his art on his channel.

Connie Springer :

• comedy youtuber

• whether it’s sketches with sasha, reaction videos, or vlogs about him going to disneyland, this man does it all.

• i think he’d make similar content to anthpo.

• and, like anthpo, he’d invite his friends to do stupid stuff with him. his followers know all of his friends’ names by heart, at this point.

• he’d take pranks too far and jean would scold him on camera while connie tries to tell him the camera’s still on.

• “j- jean… the camera’s-…” “no! no more interrupting me! you have to change.”

• i think his channel can be summed up in the “how much did you pay for that taco” vine.

• also really good at doing impressions.

Sasha Braus :

• a sign spinner

• doesn’t even know anything about the business she’s doing this for, she just had debt to pay.

• really talented, actually. she invited connie to watch her at her job once and he beatboxed.

• a chef from the restaurant down the street comes to give sasha food everyday, and he sits with her during her lunch break.

• “thank you, nicolo!!”

• connie and jean ship them

• this girl never loses her energy, istg. she could do this all night if her boss didn’t make her leave.

Historia Reiss :

• if she wasn’t forced into working for the family business, she would be manicurist.

• she’d talk a lot to customers but it’s endearing :)

• “and then reiner was all like-…” “uhm… miss? you’re painting on my skin…”

• straight up insults the music they play in the salon.

• “this place really needs to up their game on the music…”

• then she’d start taking about how her girlfriend’s job has good music.

• sometimes her girlfriend, ymir, comes over and does weird shit in the salon. like, if somebody dared her to cut a large chunk of her hair off, she’d do it.

• ymir would be told to leave, but historia would make her manager let her back in.

• if she finds out a client is also queer, she invites them to lunch with ymir. she wants to be friends with all the local gays.

Ymir :

• growing up, she had this friend named porco and they opened a motorcycle shop together.

• they’d also have some 10/10 music playing, this is a playlist of what i think would play in their shop :

• probably charges extra money for when her friends come get their bike checked out (like the little shit she is).

• porco and ymir pick on this customer that comes in sometimes, his name is reiner, idk if you know him-…

• if you ship pieck x porco, here’s something : ymir is porco’s wingwoman and is excruciatingly obvious about porco’s feelings about pieck when talking to her.

• if pieck reciprocates his feelings, they, with ymir and historia, go on a double date <3

• if they’re not playing music, they’re playing a true crime podcast.

Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover

• run a podcast together!! it ranges from true crime, to tv show analyses, to just gossiping about whatever comes to mind.

• one time, reiner started confessing his deepest, darkest secrets on an episode of the podcast and bertholdt was like, “re- reiner! that’s enough, right??”

• they edited it out, though, because nobody wants to hear about what age reiner pissed the bed ‘till.

• if they ever cover a horror-related thing, bet your ass bertholdt would be internally petrified.

• “and did you know [insert very gruesome and disturbing thing, in graphic detail]?” “no, i didn’t, reiner! just please carry on!!”

• reiner notices how scared bertholdt is when doing horror related things on the podcast, so they eventually stopped doing them.

• overall, they’re pretty funny on the podcast and invited connie onto their podcast, which only made the podcast even funnier.

Annie Leonhart

• this one could be very obvious : personal trainer, or not so obvious : dog walker.

• we have to think about this : would annie (my beloved) really be into socializing with others? would she enjoy being a personal trainer? i don’t really think as such…

• and, it sounds very strange, but annie being a dog walker makes sense to me.

• 1.) she doesn’t have to interact with people that much. 2) she’s getting a workout, while getting paid!!

• i think annie would be down for that, would she not?

• dogs love her. she loves dogs, she just doesn’t seem the type to like them, though.

• annie would talk halfly to herself, halfly to the dogs.

• “and, so, mikasa said-…”

• slay :)

(let me know if i should make another one of these for other character)

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #jean kirschstein #connie springer #sasha braus #historia reiss #ymir #porco galliard #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #annie leonhart #attack on titan headcanons

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sytokun · 1 year

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Hey this is KaiYeti. I am going to be sending you this same exact message off of anonymous after sending this one so you know its me. Okay? Okay. Now if all of this anonymous hate that you are getting is in fact from the same asshat, Why don't you just turn off anonymous to fully block them. If that are a coward that can only attack when hiding behind a mask, Take the mask away. I know you won't get to answer other anonymous questions but hey, its better they giving attention to an asshole. That said have a nice weekend. *yetihug*

Thank you.

Yes, I've mentioned wanting to keep anons on so others can use it. That said, there is also much to be said whether something is just "feeding a troll" vs. "making everyone aware of who Canonseeker is".

Many, many people have been affected by Eren. People whom they would very much like to be silent, so they can go hide under another fake identity, infect another Discord server or subreddit, spread their toxic shit, get banned, and repeat the cycle.

There is a thin line between a troll and an actual malignant influence on the RWBY fandom, and Eren inches enough into the latter to warrant action. I know trolls when I see them - they come and go, squirm like worms and are summarily banned. Eren is far more than a random shitflinger in someone's comment section. Trolls lose all their power once you ignore them and don't give them attention. Eren is not the same.

Go to nearly any RWBY video, and you will see Eren there, often posting on their two dummy accounts and having arguments and piss fights with commenters there, often having conversations with themselves just to gang up on commenters. I've seen it enough times that it becomes sickening.

Eren has made it their business to plant themselves like a weed and creep into every facet of the RWBY fandom, even after being banned and being told in no uncertain terms by multiple communities that they are not wanted there. They make new accounts so people don't recognise them, so they can return to the same spaces that they've been banned from.

If I turn off my anons, then Eren is just going to target someone else. And really, I'd rather they be wasting time focused on someone actually aware of their actions and with thick enough skin to call their bullshit, than for them to prey on the ignorance of some random innocent fan who wouldn't know what kind of shit they'd be getting into if Eren has them in their sights.

All of us targeted by Canonseeker were those once - we trusted Eren when they came into our DMs pretending to be a friend or concerned fan, when they give us fake praise looking to buy commissions or tell us to "give Answerseeker a chance while hiding behind their mask. Then one wrong move and this fucker will backstab you and will use their fake accounts to spread lies and turn people against you.

At that point, ignoring them and staying silent only gives them more power to lie to more people and get their fake story about you into peoples' ears first. And you can't fight back because it just looks like 5 different people are saying you're a bad person, when it's really one person puppeteering 5 accounts. But most RWBY fans don't know that, so they're going to believe the 5 "people" over you.

Finding out that these were all lies, that all these multiple separate people were just one person, a person who's been DMing you and been on your server for months or even years, fucks with you. It makes you distrustful of others and leaves you feeling like you've been played as a fool and completely disrespected as a person. It kills your love for the fandom knowing what someone out there is capable of just because you wanted to make stuff you enjoy and you happened to be in their radar.

Eren is a cancer on the RWBY fandom, and if me answering their asks makes another person aware that such a person can and does exist in the fandom, and may one day DM or tweet at them looking for favours and acting friendly, only to backstab them the moment their true identity is outed or they disagree on something as trivial and stupid as a ship choice, then that's just how it has to be.

Eren is a special type of fandom disease, who only profits from people not calling them out and identifying their behaviour. The less people are aware of them, the more they can invade their spaces and evade bans.

If the RWBY fandom is more sick of me talking about Canonseeker than they are of Canonseeker themselves, then their priorities are fucked, but if it gets them sick enough that they have to acknowledge Canonseeker exists and is no one they should associate with, then good.

#syto asks #canonseeker #answerseeker #rwde

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@warlordfelwinter found one of your men in swtor

isn’t this guy an antagonist, this person should’ve made him a Sith instead of a Jedi lmaoooo

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My #1 post of 2022

I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die

No Children - The Mountain Goats

I commissioned the wonderful @stellorc once more to draw my Revan and Malak on the Star Forge. The Revan here is Revan Nekadzu, a Sith Pureblood from Korriban and Jedi Consular, who she drew previously. I will link it in a separate reblog, since tumblr hates links in posts.

This is post their duel on the Star Forge. Two broken people who, as they’re dying from the wounds they inflicted on each other, realize how deeply they messed up and how much they still love each other.

One thing I wish KOTOR explored more is the relationship between Revan and Malak. There’s so much potential there. I adore these two, they make me so incredibly sad. Childhood friends to lovers to enemies to lovers again. For me they are star-crossed lovers, soulmates.

Instead of Malak losing his jaw, he has a horrible disfiguring scar that cuts all the way across his face and has distorted his lip quite a bit. The jaw piece is a mask he uses to hide the worst of it, but it got knocked off in the fight.

And yes, they live. :)

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 • 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞

when you ask your best friend to tag along for an errand run, the day becomes far more fun than intended. An outing filled with laughs, mischief (and a whole lot of flirting) turns into something far more adventurous than either of you expect. With friends like these, who would ever need a lover again?!

content warning and themes: college au, plus size black fem reader, banter and humor, fluff, exhibitionism, mentions of car sex, mentions of alcohol, fingering, handjob, nipple play, slight spit play, him and the reader are super close, lots of sexual tension between them, praise kink (fuck does he exploit it too), slapping, squirting, backshots, pet names, 69, (pretty girl, mama, baby cakes, my love, daddy is used a few times and eren def has a kink for that shit), mutual masturbation, creampie

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📝: this lovely commission was requested by @thesilenthill and I have to thank them so much for entrusting this piece to me and letting me have creative control. This was waaay more fun than it should have been but I enjoyed this and I hope that you do as well! 🫶🏾

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Saturday: a day synonymous with fun, relaxation and rest for most. Recharging from the strenuous week. But for (y/n) (l/n), the everyday hustle and bustle of work never ceased. As a full time college student who sold baked goods on the side, you were the epitome of a girl boss. Always making something happen and getting things done all by your lonesome. Still, it didn’t hurt to have some companionship and assistance sometimes..hence why you were sitting at the kitchen table..thick curls atop your head held back by a pink bandana as you looked at the printouts of all your orders splayed out and ready to be dispensed around campus to faculty and students alike. Having spent all morning baking up the sweet treats. You had quite the reputation for your delectable pastries and prompt delivery. So you had to get a move on and get them all out. However, there were a few things that needed to be added prior to that happening so a store run to a few nearby shops was crucial. Walmart for the decorations, Michael’s for the packaging and a bank run for all your earnings. Not too hectic of an expedition but it’d be a whole lot easier and exciting if you had some company while doing so. That’s why you were thrilled when you’d look down to see your phone illuminating and buzzing against the surface, only to see the one person you were hoping would call and you’d never answered a FaceTime faster!

“Good morning, pretty girl! How’s my beautiful best friend doing?”

pearly white teeth and glazed green eyes glared back at you through the screen. That semi-tanned, bare skin glistening underneath the sunlight..probably from a morning run and his long locks tied into its signature style of a half bun and the rest hanging; it was none other than the man you had called your best friend since high school..

“I’m doing great, baby cakes! You’re up before noon, I see. Coach ‘get on your ass again?”

“When isn’t that lil’ sawed off son of a bitch yelling at me? You know the drill sergeant lives to torment the whole team.”

Eren Jaeger: sophomore at St. Maria University, along with yourself and point guard on the men’s basketball team. Here on a full ride athletic scholarship and a total smartass. Always staying in hot water with head coach Ackerman; mostly due in part to his slick mouth and childish antics. Almost always something referring to his height. But he was the best damn player that team had ever gotten. Especially since he led them to a championship with his first year on the team. Needless to say, his spot was solidified. But that wasn’t going to stop his coach from making sure he trained his ass off! Hence why he was up, getting in a morning run. More than likely against his will. But so long as he had his favorite person to chat with, he was good. As per usual, he wasn’t shocked that you answered on the first ring. He knew you were busy doing one thing or another. Hardly ever sleeping, if at all. If it wasn’t some assignment to help maintain that 4.2 GPA or stay atop the dean’s list, you were baking your little behind off and running orders around to the various dorms. You made a pretty good grip and rightfully so, because your cupcakes and cookies were too goddamn good! He would eat himself sick from the freebies you’d give him, hence why he stayed away during the season because he had no restraint. But today, he wanted nothing more than to hang out with his (y/n) and no one else! And not a moment too soon, because you sort of needed his help!

“Well you know you be asking for it, ‘Ren. You can not tell the head coach that he’s fun sized. No wonder that man hates you.” Both of you blurting out into laughter before you could even get the words out. There truly was never a dull moment with this doofus. But that’s what you loved about him, he always kept you entertained. “Anyways! While you’re messing with people...I called to see what you were up to. I’m tryna hang out with my best friend today. Always too busy for lil’ ol’ me. Got her own business and shit now, she doesn’t have time for small fries anymore.” Glaring off into the camera as if he were pouting and making you feel bad. To which you’d only smack your lips and roll your eyes in response. “Oh, you’re so dramatic. Sir, your ass was just here yesterday. Eating all my damn leftover frosting.” “What?! It was good..and I needed to taste test, ‘make sure it wasn’t poisoned.” He truly was a handful when he wanted to be.

“Well I need your help again. Wanna come run some errands with me? I gotta do deliveries today and I need some more packaging stuff to put them in. Unless you don’t have—“

“Say it and I’ll hang up right now. For my favorite girl, imma make time. Now get dressed and I’ll be over there in about an hour.”

it’s always so cute how he got behind you. He would blow off everyone else..bail out on dates, not pick up his phone for his other friends or teammates..but not (y/n). You were the only one he'd drop anything he was doing and come running. Needless to say, it made many of your other female peers despise you and led a lot to believe that the two of you were dating. But it was nothing of the sort. That was your homie and nothing else. You had held each other down since freshman year of high school and never changed up, not once. With no plans to either. Still, it didn’t help either of your cases when you flirted like lovers and even playfully kissed from time to time. Even making the occasional sexual advances toward one another. Or when the two of you would go out clubbing; him with a drink in his hand and the other on your ass as you threw it back on him to Megan or Moneybagg. And with you being a bigger girl, he’d oftentimes get whispers that there’s no way he could handle all of that. That he wasn’t man enough to know what to do with a girl like you. But he did..mounted behind you as he let you twerk on him. He’d keep that stupid grin on his face all the way until the next day, thinking about it too! Regardless, you had a bond that couldn’t be broken and you wanted to spend every second you could together. As basketball season would be back soon and your academics would be keeping you away. So you’d declare the call over, hanging up and heading to get ready. You’d stack the receipts neatly into a pile before getting up and going to go shower. As well as get yourself ready for the day. And something told you..it was going to be one you’d never forget!

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an hour or so passed and as promised, Eren was at the front entrance of your off campus apartment. Only a mere mile away from the school itself. Pulling up in his red and black Camaro that he had so appropriately nicknamed Venom. You could hear him arriving well before you even spotted him because the pipes were so loud, in addition to the speakers thudding from the trunk. He was a show off in every aspect of the word. Whether on or off the court. But alas, you were so happy to see him and when you came out, dressed in that white biker shorts and tube top set that hugged all your curves just right; including the tummy, hips and ass. The titties were sitting just right too. Along with a crossbody bag and Nikes; hair and nails laced as always; your thick, natural curls bouncing around ..and makeup done, he was smitten. Smiling from ear to ear at the sight. “My best friend so damn fine..look at you.” And you’d mirror his sentiment. The six foot three, tanned ball player in shorts, a baseball jersey with a wife beater underneath, bucket hat and Dunks with a gold wristwatch. Looking good as fuck but that was always. It was no wonder half the campus was after him. Greeting you with open arms and your signature handshake, before pulling you back into a hug. One where he gripped the fat of your ass in the process..something that you didn’t mind one bit! It was then that you’d catch a whiff of his Dior cologne. Making you nearly fall to your knees right there in the parking lot. And truthfully, he didn’t even want to stop touching you. Hands resting on your back until you spoke.

“That’s all you, babyboy. Ready to go?”

“Of course..let’s get up outta here.”

but not before he shuffled around to the passenger’s side to open the door for you. To which you’d repay him with a soft peck to the cheek. He was so sweet and chivalrous, it was adorable. Once he made sure you were secure, he’d sprint to his respective side and the two of you were set for take off. Peeling from the parking lot, you guys were ready for the day ahead. Whilst you were sitting pretty in his passenger seat, Eren began to ask you some questions about what all you needed to do and where to go. “That’s all?! You should’ve called me sooner. We could’ve been left.” “And have Coach Ackerman mad at me for interrupting your conditioning? Hell nah. Besides, we have plenty of time. I just finished the last batch so they’ll be fine. Also, now that you’re done, we have more time to hang out.” Which seemed to be the only thing he wanted to hear. Perking up along with forming a grin across his face, Eren continued driving along..content and satisfied as long as you were by his side. “So you were waiting for me? That’s so sweet.” Because whether it was a party or the pastry section of the store, you guys would always find a way to make it fun and interesting. With no telling what type of adventures you’d get into it. “Duh. Who else is gonna keep me entertained?” “You mean get you in trouble?” “That too, shit..” Ready for whatever the day may bring..the whole time though, you couldn’t help but notice that Eren kept stealing glances of you, more so than usual. Looking over as you sang along to whatever was on his playlist. “Mmm, I don’t mind though. You know I love trouble.” Applying your lip gloss and adjusting your outfit with that sexy smirk on your face. And thus, the flirting commenced. He couldn’t help but stare when you were so gorgeous. That body was something serious and he knew it wasn’t right because you were his best friend, but damn, he was having some thoughts he shouldn’t have after that last remark. Even spacing out as you were talking; letting his mind wander to farther..more inappropriate places. That was until you broke his trance!

“ ‘Rennn, are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah. So where are we going first?”

to which you’d respond with Michael’s and he’d do exactly that. Maneuvering out in and out traffic, switching lanes with one hand on the wheel. It was something so attractive about him doing the most simple of things. So much so, it had you chewing at your lip. You wanted to mess with him, especially seeing his cheeks burning red. “You alright, babyboy? Are you good?” Nodding gently in response. And it wasn’t for a lack of confidence to say these things. You were closer than anyone so a filter didn’t exist and you’d gladly reveal your thoughts. The two of you constantly made jokes about what you'd do to the other. Even if it never led to anything. ‘You know I’ll fold your pretty ass up, right? Stop playing with me, (y/n).’ Saying it constantly after you teased him far too long. More often than not because you’d make a comment or brush up on his thighs. ‘Then quit talking and do it. I’m trying to see what you got.’ You even recalled one time where he FaceTimed you after practice and he had just gotten out of the shower. Leading you to tell him to drop his towel so you could get a peak and he nearly did it; rubbing up on his tattooed chest and raking his fingers through his wet hair. That’s just the type of bond you had! However, any more inappropriate ideas or behavior would have to wait as after a few turns and a red light, you guys arrived at your destination. Unbuckling the seatbelts and grabbing your phones, as well as your purse, the two of you began your journey inside of the infamous craft store. Walking extremely close and even trying to tickle you playfully as you walked up towards the entrance. Which he held the door open for you to. Once inside, he took in the sights and crisp air. This most certainly wasn’t his speed by a long shot. His mom would often tell him during their daily phone calls about her trips to the place back home because she was doing some extreme couponing and decided to stock up on Halloween and Christmas decorations during the summer. He had not the first clue what this place sold or entailed but seeing the sheer happiness on your face was all he needed!

“Look! These cupcake boxes are so pretty! And this ribbon, ugh! I love it.” Your enthusiasm drew a laugh from Eren as he watched from the side. “Look at you, getting all excited..so cute.” Truthfully, it had his heart fluttering. Seeing you in a good mood made him feel better. And gave him an excuse to pick on you. “Like an old ass lady.” Prompting you to smack your lips at him. “You’re just being a hater.” Which he’d deny, playfully pouting his lips and shaking his head. “Not true. I’m just making an observation..” also taking the opportunity to steal a glance at your ass you bent over to retrieve some wrapping paper. Being your best friend was one thing but he was a man before anything. Even the smallest and most minor actions from you made him nervous sometimes. He didn’t know how to deal with his obvious emotions for you. Nonetheless, he’d aimlessly and happily follow you around the store..letting you pick up whatever and place it into your basket. By the time you finished, you had a cart full and he had to carry it for you. Or rather, he wanted to. Once you reached the counter, he’d surprise you again by paying for the items, which came to a nearly one hundred total. A drop in the bucket to the son of a doctor but still, he didn’t have to. You were perfectly fine with taking care of it. That’s just how he was when it came to you though. He’d do anything for his best friend and to see that beautiful smile.. “..thank you, ‘Ren. You didn’t have to do that though. I’m good.” As per usual though, he’d dismiss you by sucking his teeth and paying you no mind. He was always taught to never let a woman pay for her things in the presence of a man. That’s just how he operated. Which was a far cry from the losers you had been on dates with that tried to ditch out at the last minute. Sometimes, he really was the only guy you could tolerate and enjoy. With your bags in tow, Eren carried them to the car, placing them in the backseat before sliding around to open your door for you. Another subconscious habit of his that really made your heart flutter and your feelings for him increase exponentially. “Anyways, where are we heading next? Just say the word.” more than willing to do whatever it took to keep a smile on your face. Little did you know just how far he would go to fulfill that promise..

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The day would ensue as normal; the two of you picking up all of the necessary items you needed..taking a trip to Walmart that was nothing short of adventurous. Pushing him around in the cart, taking silly Snapchat and TikTok videos together. You guys were having a hell of a time. During the day, you couldn’t help but to notice how clingy he had been..constantly feeling you up and even coiling his hand around your waist while standing in line. “Get off of me, you’ gone have people thinking you're my man.” Jokingly brushing him off of you but he was very serious. “Fuck you mean? I am your man. We’re married.” Not long after that, you circled back around campus to make all of your deliveries and of course, your lovely assistant was more than happy to help you ensure that each order was filled and the customers were satisfied. It was the most fun you had ever had since opening up shop. Needless to say, the day was a success and now, the two of you were closing it out with a much needed celebratory dinner at one of your favorite spots in town..

“Ren, my love. I don’t know how I could ever thank you for helping me today. You really came through for me..I don’t know if I would’ve been able to make all of those deliveries by myself. You’re a lifesaver.”

(Y/N) was currently sitting directly across from Eren in a booth tucked off in the back of the place. You were nursing a margarita as you guys awaited your orders. It had been quite a long and eventful day so it felt good to wind down, especially with your favorite person. But it did no good to thank him because he was not trying to hear any talks of repayment or reciprocation when it was all but second nature to him. You honestly didn’t owe him a thing. Especially considering the fact that he was the one wanting to hang out with you. Taking another sip of his Coke, he’d do as per usual and dismiss you with a wave. Refraining from any alcoholic drinks as he was the driver. “You ain’t gotta thank me at all. I already told you, gorgeous..for you? I’ll do whatever.” Causing a barrage of butterflies to swarm in your stomach. If it were even remotely possible, your face would be beet red right now! But alas, he had just covered for you when you’d flash him a smile and reach out for his hand. “I’m a lucky girl. I don’t think too many people can say that they have a best friend as amazing as mine.” “Or as handsome, don’t forget that.” He’d utter playfully; rubbing on his imaginary beard and winking. He truly was a character! Suddenly, the waitress would return with two small bowls holding ice cream sundaes, which was what you had been waiting on. Of course, the girl couldn’t stop staring at Eren, nervously trying to maneuver around…the two of you dove spoon first into the sweet treat, you’d continue your conversation and toying with him.

“You know, one of these days..I think one of these girls is gon’ snatch you up from me. You’ve been getting looks all day.” Which he dismissed as always..for someone so good looking, he was incredibly humble and bashful. You’d think that he was just downplaying his attractiveness but sometimes, he really didn’t see what everyone else did. Especially what you saw. Outstretching a tattooed arm with his gold watch brushing the table, he’d simply continue eating; only smirking a bit without making eye contact with you. “Well I’m not worried about ‘em. I ain’t even interested, honestly. Besides, they can’t do shit for me.” Which was crazy because some of them were insanely beautiful; thick and curvy with a lot of ass, some with slender model bodies that looked like they resided in the gym and others, who were probably cheerleaders or dancers. More so suited to be his type. But it was just one thing they were all missing:

“They’re not you so what the hell do I want with them?” Meaning every single word of what he said. Perhaps you guys weren’t dating or even thinking of a relationship but he constantly made it clear that you were the only woman he wanted in his presence. However, you were afraid if you kept lingering around, he’d never get a girlfriend because everyone would assume that you were his lady. Which wasn’t fair. “Eren. Now some of them were probably really nice and you won’t even give them a chance.” “Sure won’t. The last girl I ‘dated’, tried to steal from me and then cried to get out of it. The other one? Fucked my teammate two days after we had sex. I’m good, trust me. No offense but these bitches can’t even get a handshake out of me at this point. Leave me alone.” Prompting you to laugh, which you felt awful about but his expression was so funny. He wasn’t the type to make a huge fuss out of things but he didn’t tolerate bullshit well either. It took twice for him to get burned to never play near the fire again. Truth be told, he didn’t need those types of problems in his life. Basketball was important and he wasn’t about to let some sleazy homie hopper jeopardize it. Not only that, it did him no good to have a woman in his bed when all he could think about was you being there. Even so, he’d only cross that line if you wanted to. Especially considering that if he voiced all of the perverse thoughts that ran through his head on a daily, he didn’t know if you’d be able to handle it. Besides, you guys were extremely comfortable with one another.

“Enough about me though. Since we’re all in people’s business..what happened between you and dude from the football team? You never talked about him.” Something about the mention made you tense up and want to punch the wall. The defensive lineman you went on a date with a few weeks back was strange to say the least. “Because there ain’t shit to talk about. He pissed me off.” But for all of your grilling and interrogation, he wanted to do the same and hear this story. Even being the petty little brat he was and moving over to your side of the booth to listen. Sometimes, he truly was aggravating! “No no, (y/n). Please share with the class. I gotta hear this.” And since it was obvious he wasn’t moving, you’d sigh and tell him how the guy took you out to go see a movie, to dinner at some really cool restaurant and the evening was going well enough until it wasn’t. And with the more that margarita began to infiltrate your system, the less of a filter you had.. “..I knew he wanted to fuck the whole night, it was the only reason he was pressing me so hard anyways and honestly, he was pretty cute so I didn’t mind. He had been bragging about how he was going to do this and that to it so I decided to test him. We ended up at his place and let me tell you..worst five minutes of my life. Didn’t last one round, couldn’t find the clit..started shaking when I tried to give him..you get the picture. I got my shit, left and blocked his number. I was so mad.” But your best friend was intrigued to say the least. Smirking and laughing because he just always knew you were a problem that many dudes couldn’t handle. Hence why he’d always find it when they’d approach him, asking for your number or to hook them up. You were even more selective than he was! “Ooh (y/n)…you a lil freak, huh? I’m scared of you.” Making you gently push him away in the process. That truly wasn’t even your style to do a ton of hookups or even date often but you figured you’d give that loser a chance, only for him to blow it. Thus proving your point..

“Oh hush. You know I’m not like that. But I don’t think I’ll be wasting my time again. I think I’m cool off of men for good.” But it seemed that Eren had the perfect solution to solve both of your problems. “Damn shame, honestly. You deserve better than that..I mean, I could do a better job.” It was painfully obvious to him that neither of you had the slightest interest in any other person, whether for dating or hookups. You spent the majority of your time together anyways. So why not have a little fun..together? “..oh? Is that right?” “You’ll see..” At least you could try and experiment with a person you trusted. The opportune moment would present itself when you took another spoonful of your ice cream and a single droplet just so happened to trickle down onto your chest! Almost as if it were too perfect! “Oh, damnit.” Trying to catch it before it stained your white top. But there was no napkin required when suddenly, you’d find Eren’s face smashed between your breasts, slurping up the trail of liquid and flicking his tongue between them. Completely catching you off guard! Not because you didn’t enjoy the feeling or that it was so uncommon for the two of you to touch like this..but because he had done it around all of these people!

“Eren, what the hell are you doing?!” Your voice shrieking into a high pitched whisper. Although you were trying not to laugh mostly; feeling slightly ticklish at the sensation. Not to mention a bit turned on…

“What? I was just helping..that’s all.” Stating so long after any remnants of the confectionery was cleaned up. His lips tracing against your skin and eventually, his hands joined them. You couldn’t believe that this was happening and right here in a restaurant nonetheless. Luckily, you were in a booth tucked towards the back of the establishment..away from potentially prying eyes and muddled in the background of the dozens of other patrons..lost in menial conversation and laughter. Too busy to pay attention to anyone other than themselves..which was perfect for Eren! Who was currently groping on your breasts, seemingly unable to pull away. Chewing at your bottom lip, you’d smirk; keeping an eye out for anyone that may be nearing your table. For now, the coast was clear and you two were free to continue your deviance. “I mean..that is what friends are for, right? Helping each other out?” Taunting and teasing you whilst gently massaging your plump tits..slowly pulling your top down and exposing your nipples to the cool air. All the while, you couldn’t help but to stare down at him..letting out soft huffs along with fluttering eyes. He would’ve never done something so lecherous and naughty with another girl. He barely even felt compelled to give them a kiss after the date but with the desire for you growing by the second and the constant talks of seducing one another, he figured there was no time like the present to put such a statement to the test. “Any of your little boyfriends ever done something like this?” Shaking your head, you’d let out a gentle whimper as Eren’s tongue delicately flicked around your swollen brown buds; nimble, perfectly manicured fingers cupping underneath those beautiful mounds. “Mmhmm no.” Shooting you a wink before taking each nipple between his fingertips and squeezing. “Then there’s a first time for everything, huh?” He knew that you were the type of woman that adored spontaneity; oftentimes confiding in him the things that you craved for your next relationship and what you’d do once you got your person..more so specifically, how nasty you’d get for them. You loved when a man took initiative to surprise and sweep you off of your feet. To do something fun and exciting..the type that would undoubtedly on a whim, take you on a day trip out of town and do something fun. Or the type to suck your titties and finger you in the middle of a restaurant! Anything to keep the thrill going..

“ ‘Ren…we’re gonna get caught. Oh my gosh—“ “that’s half the fun, isn’t it? Besides, it’s what you wanted..” all bets and consequences with you around. Suddenly, you’d find yourself caught off guard yet again when he slipped a set of digits into your shorts, and began to massage those obviously soaked folds. Even managing to push one inside of you and pump; making you throw a hand over your mouth in an attempt to pacify your moans. The sounds of sloppy, wet kisses, your sloshing juices and his breath could be heard only faintly through the thumping, upbeat music and various voices. You two were lost in your own world as well..actually doing what you had so long sought after and that was claiming one another’s bodies. But you couldn’t let loose the way you desperately desired. Just then, you’d notice the waitress making her way back over to your area and you’d quickly pat Eren’s shoulder to stop him. To which he’d withdraw; rising back upright and helping you adjust your shirt but not before allowing you to lick your own flavor from his fingers. All with the promise of letting him do whatever once you guys got out of here. And he planned to do exactly that….and give you a night you’d soon never forget!

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“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this—oh fuck..”

“Shit, can’t believe we’ve waited this long…”

having made it out of the public eye and nighttime skies, back in the comfort of his apartment, where you were free to do as you pleased. Starting with a brief makeout session in the car..kissing up on his neck and fondling his clothes crotch as he drove through the city. Maneuvering throughout the traffic as he tried to contain his hard on, that was growing far more erect with each passing moment. Even jerking him off from the passenger seat when it came to a standstill downtown. Finally, you’d find yourself on his bed..legs parted and partially nude because he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. Still exchanging slow tongue kisses to the sound of music faintly thumping from his mounted TV. He was still fixated on those big titties as he circulated his thumbs over them. Meanwhile, your palm was still clutching his exposed cock; working his shaft between it as he hovered over you. The realization of what was taking place had set in for both (y/n) and Eren. Honestly, neither of you held a single regret. Whatever happened behind these four walls tonight was you guys’ business and yours alone.

“Lay back f’r me, pretty girl. I wanna see you play with yourself.”

words you never thought to hear coming from your best friend of eight years’ mouth. But truthfully, it wasn’t the first time you had done so. Lying in bed at night, touching yourself to the thought of him inside of you. Pinning your legs back and fucking you all types of crazy. Something you’d never admit out loud but now, nothing was off limits. But alas, you’d do as he asked..bending those thick legs and placing them onto the bed before spreading them as far as they could go. You’d run a hand down your torso and tummy until you reached that plump little pussy, which you parted with two fingers that you had soaked with your own spit. You were so damn sexy to him and it was like a dream turned reality that he had you all to himself. However, there was a reason for his little set of instructions, as he plans to utilize it later on. Before he touched you any further, he needed to know what made you tick, what turned you on and of course, everything he needed to please you. He wanted this first time between you guys to be semi-special because he wanted there to be a next! To be able to make love to you as many times as he liked, even if no formidable romantic relationship came out of it and you guys remained nothing more than friends . He just wanted you to be satisfied…

“..tell me all that you said in the car. All that nasty shit you wanted me to do..” from your tamest of demands to your filthiest, freakiest desires, he was all ears. Setting his ego aside and letting his partner communicate was important to him. He could do all of these intricate moves; touching you here, licking you there but if it wasn’t what got you going then there was no point in you guys taking this step! It seemed awkward but it was necessary. Instead, he’d join you on the mattress as you rubbed on that swollen clit and edged himself along, listening to your demands. From how you liked things just a little rough; being slapped or choked…how giving head got your pussy wetter than receiving sometimes and that you obviously loved having your nipples sucked on. Most importantly, you liked being on top but absolutely loved, being controlled and dominated a bit. It was something about a man being able to handle you like a weightless rag doll that you got you off! “You think you can handle that?” Jokingly stating but he wasn’t deterred at all. Rather, he was more determined than ever. He had no idea his best friend was so nasty. And with all of that pertinent information, Eren knew exactly what had to be done..

“Yeah..come sit on my fucking face.”

demanding as he lied flat against the mattress with his dick standing perfectly erect. You thought he was crazy at first but he mirrored your sentiment. Because too became more aroused when pleasing his partner. It may have been a bit of an obsession even, but he loved eating pussy…shoving his tongue inside of you, working his fingers around and sucking on that swollen bud. All for the payoff of that sweet cum trickling down the sides of his mouth. He knew you tasted heavenly and he wanted to savor you yet again. However, you were a little apprehensive about doing what he asked; afraid you might suffocate him but he was a true man, not a little boy. He could handle that shit and then some! Giving you an encouraging, heavy handed slap to the ass, he’d usher you to turn around and position yourself on his face whilst yours would be buried between his legs. “Don’t look at me like that. Sit that ass on my face, baby. I can handle it.” Locked in a sixty nine position where you both free to fuck each other’s mouths. Grasping his thighs and calves to keep a firm grip, you’d begin by flicking your tongue across his tip; red, pulsating and seeping with pre cum. Oozing all down the sides as you were quick to lap them up. Eventually, you’d start to gain a rhythm..slowly sliding that tongue up and down his shaft as if it were a delicious lollipop. He was grunting underneath you; a sure sign that you were doing a wonderful job of pleasuring him. Honestly, it was the best head he had ever gotten. Meanwhile, his nose was buried into your mound..inhaling the sweet scent of your cunt as he dove tongue deep into your pussy. You were both working in tandem to bring each other pleasure, no matter what. Faint humming and moaning arising from his lips and loud cries erupted from yours. Finding yourself gagging on a portion of that thick cock, you’d spit up and eventually jerk him off. “Eren…oh my god. Eating this pussy so good..fuck yes.” Cooing to him through desperate moans. But he’d only urge you to keep riding his face with those subtle twerks by spanking you. You’d come any minute now if he didn’t stop.

suddenly, you’d find yourself stuffed to the brim with two fingers, pumping interchangeably as they worked your insides..

“Pussy taste so fucking good..can’t wait to feel this shit.”

and he didn’t have to wait long once you began to wiggle that ass on his face, begging him to fuck you already. You needed to feel that dick stretching you out and see what he could really do with it. Could your best friend truly be the one you had been looking for? You’d find out soon enough when he patted your plump cheeks again and told you to let him up so that he could get behind you. Once you were both in position, he’d grasp the small of your back and guide you towards him, watching those fat lips spread open from behind.

“Arch that fucking back for me, baby. Right there—see, you know what to do.” Chuckling to himself as he grasped his shaft and patted it against those folds, teasing the tip up and down your slit until you trembled underneath him. “Mmphm..I need it so bad. Please..” “..what is it? What do you need? Tell me..” it was so expected of him to tease you like this. But it was all as a means to not only get you even more turned on but to establish control a bit. He wanted to hear you whimper and grovel for what you desired. “Erennn, quit playing. Oh my God.” That sweet little voice moaning his name and everything else was the driving force behind it all. When you didn’t answer to his liking, he’d smack it yet again and proceed to ask once more. “I said tell me..what do you want me to do? Use those words.” growing slightly more impatient and anxious himself, as his tip was practically glowing red and throbbing, still sensitive from being sucked and edged on. He was ready to put it to good use. But you were a little hesitant that you could take it! You figured he was packing, that was never a doubt in your mind. But that he was this big? Veiny, thick and eight and half inches. Oh, you could see why half the campus was after him. However, his sights were locked and set on you solely.

“Fuck me…give me all that dick.” Flicking your tongue across your lips to entice him further.

to which he was happy to oblige! Placing his thumb slightly above your asshole, Eren began to ease himself in, releasing a deep, shuddered breath when that warmth began to make contact with his length. He was overwhelmed by how tight and sticky you were but he held his own and was willing to do whatever to satisfy you sexually. Even if it meant getting slightly rough as you requested. You’d grasp at the sheets, face down already because that cock was making home between your walls and stretching you out in the process. The insane part was that he only got halfway before you began to shake, as well as coat him with wetness.

“..damn, and you’re creaming? Shit, (y/n).” But he was merely getting a taste of what was in store. If he wasn’t careful, you’d have him taking up permanent residence at your place and ready to fight any dude you fucked with. But you were certain there’d be no need in spinning the block after getting a taste of him. The guttural groans leaving his throat, the subtle yet deep thrusts causing the collision of your flesh; the thick of your ass against his pelvis..all underneath the dim, fluorescent lighting of the tv. The vibe was right for all that was transpiring and you honestly didn’t want it to end. Fortunately, he had no plans for that..he wanted to take his time and make this moment all the more memorable. After all, he had been waiting a while for this opportunity. To have you throwing it back on him, meeting his strokes, even through rough pounding and hard smacks to your backside. With his palm resting idly between the cusp of your love handles and hip, Eren tugged you towards him, gradually increasing his speed. The thunderous sounds of clapping flesh meshing well with your collective set of moans. Plump lips swallowing him with each one and inside, being met with a pulsating feeling.

“Ahhh..fuck, mama. This pussy’s so good. The best I’ve ever had..”

sounding ever so vulnerable with his head rolled back on his shoulders, fearing that if he caught a glimpse of those bouncing cheeks or that pretty face, he might bust prematurely. Still, he paced himself..wanting to enjoy the experience and let this euphoric feeling take over each of you..and when you began to talk back, praising him for how well he was doing, he nearly lost all sense of composure! Clawing the satin sheets, (y/n) chewed into your lip in a half assed attempt to stifle moans but there was no helping it. You were way too stimulated right now. “Right there, ‘Ren…you’re hitting my spot, baby. Oh my God, I ain’t never been fucked like this.” Crying out with semi-rolled eyes and a quivering jaw..only worsened when he sped up, burrowing himself over your frame with harder thrusts and that thumb pad sinking further into your tight hole.

“Right here? That’s the spot, baby?”

“Yeah, daddy. You fucking me so good right now!”

getting an answer that would only further awaken his inner beast. A smirk suddenly curled across his lips as he became excited at the mention of the name; most certainly strengthening his ego. In and out at interchangeable speeds, you had begun to glaze him in a mixture of cream and silky warmth.

“Then nut all over this dick, baby. There you go..” guiding you by the cusp of your hip; pounding you relentlessly from that point because both ego and cock were inflated by your praise. And he could tell that when he cooed to you, massaging the curvature of your spine, calling you things like baby and pretty girl, that pussy clenched even tighter and gushed even more, almost as if on command. It was as if your bodies were perfectly and equally yoked..like two missing puzzle pieces finally being connected. It was a shame that either of you had waited so long, whether from fear of rejection or respect, to make a move. But you were glad that he had done so tonight. And the feeling was mutual.

“Look at how good you’re taking that dick…letting my shit stretch you like that. She’s so wet..and warm. You make me never wanna leave it.” Confessing in his pussy drunken stupor whilst bending over to kiss down the curvature of your spine. Which sent shutters throughout your entire body, especially when he glided his tongue across the same spot. Inadvertently switching you two to a sort of side fucking position in the process where he hoisted your leg up and told you to keep it there. But what truly made you tick was when he reached around to cup your breasts, gently pinching on your nipples and massaging. You were practically drooling, grinning with a fucked out expression on your face. “Can I stay in it, baby? Give you that dick you deserve all the time?…” sweetly questioning with the flick of his tongue dancing around your earlobe and neck. With the way he was making you feel? He was gonna have to move in now! He was the absolute perfect lover, maybe because he already knew you better than anyone else in this world and all that remained to be explored was your body, which he was willing to take all night and do. “…working so hard, handling your business and shit..and looking so fucking sexy when you do. That’s the type of shit to get you fucked on and spoiled with a real man..what you really need. You want better for yourself, don’t you, baby?” Sliding a thumb between your lips as he cooed softly. It was something about that balance between gentle and rough, that had you melting like putty between his fingertips. And when you begged him to take you; admitting that you were submitting yourself wholly to him, he didn’t disappoint. Knowing you were mere seconds from exploding in his grasp.

“Hnghh! Yes…this your pussy now, daddy. Keep fucking me just like that.”

admitting through trembling breaths as your climax was growing nearer. Feeling how close you were and becoming rather sensitive himself, Eren decided to turn your head to face him, pulling you both into a searing kiss as he reached down to lightly rub your clit. Balls smacking against your entrance and a puddle of frothy white bliss billowing down his shaft and from your tightness. Yet again, without missing a beat, he’d flip you over and fold those legs up, putting them behind your head. This time, with a little more aggression. Almost as if your submissiveness was causing him to become far more erratic. He’d start to huff, grunting as he grew closer to his peak. He’d pull out for only a split second, splattering you with a tiny trail of precum and your pretty liquids. You were trembling but he’d instruct you to hold them in place. “Don’t move, baby. Just stay there..you’re doing so good.”

and just like before, he’d resume drilling your shit and dicking you down.

“Gonna make you come f’r me, baby. Gonna make this pretty pussy come all over my dick. You better do it..wanna nut in it too. Fill you up and watch it drip out. Shit turns me on so much.” nearly desperate in his pleas but that’s what made them all the more attractive. Admittedly, he’d never came inside of a girl because half of them couldn’t be trusted but he loved the idea of his girl being bred by him and when you agreed, he was excited.. His thin gold necklace swaying against your face as it had done your back prior..his lips pressed to yours in a haze of slow, nasty kisses. The type that only could be shared between two people with intense passion… “look at me, pretty girl..” but the second he reached that core, pressing into the pit of your stomach and grazing your cervix, you’d fade out on him and Eren had to all but coax you back. Your nails clawing at his shoulder blades and eyes trailed back with nothing more than incoherent babble coming from your mouth..almost as if you were having an out of body experience. Doing so with some light slaps to your cheek!

“I said look at me. We’re coming together, okay? Same time, baby. Here, take my hands.” Ushering you to rest those legs atop his shoulders and clutch fingers so that he could guide you through that nut..talking you through it as a real man would.

“Good girl…just keep squeezing me. You’re right there, I can feel it.” Meanwhile, you were on the brink of tears from the immense pressure swelling inside of you. Tits bouncing, legs trembling and body a complete wreck of orgasmic bliss. “So count with me. On three, I want you to let go.” Nodding your head in response and he’d place a kiss to your forehead, brushing your thumb pad across his cheek. “Don’t hold back..” and with that, he’d start his countdown. Starting at one, it’d seem like an eternity but alas, you both hit that fateful number and it was as if fireworks exploded, your hearts thudded from your chest and the two of you saw heaven simultaneously. It was hands down the best orgasm either of you had ever felt!..made apparent by the loud, pathetic cries that escaped both of you along with your cum. You squirting all over his abs and him filling you with a long stream of nut. The warmth of being stuffed made it even better.

he was an absolute mess, tears coming down his face to match your own and the two of you just held one another close as you rode out those orgasms; immersed in an ecstasy filled haze. One that could only be found after true love making.

“Thank you, baby. Thank you so much for letting me fuck you like this. I needed that..” sticking his fingers into your mouth to suckle on as you grinned at one another as you basked in the afterglow. It was safe to say that neither you had plans to spin the block on any past partners nor leave this bed anytime soon.

“You know you’re stuck with me, right? Like I’m not letting you go..” admitting as you caressed the side of his cheek. You had nothing to worry about because it’d take something major to pry him away from the girl that he always knew he loved.

“I’ve been here all this time..nothing can separate us now.”

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levi-supreme · 2 years

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Strawberry Lemonade, Buttercup, Mac n Cheese (HAHAHA YOU KNOW WHY), Mahogany, Aqua, Fuchsia (let's live in a castle and stargaze every night :3). Also outer space (I'll definetly give you a shiny rock XD)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH okay I don't even need to write out the colours and all the things I wanna say because they're all going to be the same thing for you anyway <3

You know I love you and really appreciate you for all the things you've done for me!! Be it feeding me thirsts at the the WORST FUCKING TIMING (FUCKING HELL), or poisoning me with stats prof Levi, or even just simply telling me how much you love reading my shitty writing, and most importantly, you always listen to my stupid rambling and always ALWAYS draw my commissions so beautifully 🥺💕

At the rate I'm commissioning you, I might as well give you pocket money and be your sugar mummy HAHAHA but really!!! Thank you so much for listening to my weird af self-ship ideas and drawing them out wayyyyyyyy better than I expected it to be. Like this summer one?!?!?!?! EXCUSE ME IT'S SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL I CANNOT STOP LOOKING AT THEM ALL DAY 😭 I'm so glad to have you as a friend and really! Sometimes the thoughts you shared with me have made their way into my writing so. Thank you for being there for me and supporting me hehe.

LET'S GO GET A CASTLE, KIDNAP LEVI AND EREN, AND DO LOTS OF STUFF TOGETHER WITH THEM 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

What colour am I?

#hashaneeee.asks #rei.answers #by 'stuff' i mean sfw like cuddling and a bbq and gardening and uhhhh playing games #by 'stuff' i also mean not sfw like uhhhhh #being sandwiched between them?????#heLLO THAT IS LITERALLY THE DREAM SCENARIO FUCK YES #YOI ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS MY LOVE FOR THEM OFBGOCBDKZBFOXBCOBXOF #also fuck you (affectionate) for ALWAYS MAKING ME BARK AND THE WORST FUCKING TIMING #your thirsts GOT TO MAINTAIN BRO OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA FUCK

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levmada · 2 years

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So I saw this post

On your profile

AND read your comment regarding if we wonder about what You think about Levi 🦋 The answer is yes.I personally think You being a psychology student makes all your perspectives even more interesting;and your talent with writing even Moore beautiful 💙❤️

Compliments aside though I would love to see your thoughts on Levi on a more personal level

Like why do You like him so much,is it because of his looks,his personality,maybe You have a more close to the heart (lol) reason for it? Because I personally relate yo him in a LOT of wats,especially his personality and the way he reacts to things.

Anyways I am not particularly great with words but i hope i got the point clear :c gimme your thoughts 😂😂😂

Nice to read You! byeee! 💖💖

BINGOOOOO🔥

i could write a whole dissertation on a thorough analysis on levi’s character tbh

i mean :( this man who quite literally came from nothing, fighting to live and losing everything he loves along the way, no matter what he does to protect them. because of his strength he feels SO much responsibility that even things out of his control are in the end his fault, things he needs to avenge.

like kenny leaving him?? levi thought it was bc he didn’t live up to his potential enough, he he became determined to be the strongest.

izzy and farlan?? he blamed his pride until erwin convinced him it was the titans. it became his mission in life to kill them all and make erwin’s dream realized.

his original squad?? levi was Very Clear when he told annie how he planned to torture her and make her regret what she did. this conflict was retconned in s4p2 convince me otherwise

he thinks the way eren turned out was his fault (him being levi’s responsibility from the start). his 30 comrades in the forest?? levi thinks he should have sussed out the poisoned wine. not to mention those times he let zeke get away.

baby feels he has NO worth other than his ability to fight. he is willing to become the worst person on earth if erwin’s dream can come true, and he even let erwin rest bc of the devil he was becoming even tho he believed it would doom humanity.

levi is simply. the most selfless character and also the most beautiful and brave and complex and badass. idek what else to say. ultimate blorbo status.

it’s SO much more than his looks dkvnsn canonically he looks so tired all the time and he’s so small that isayama cuts him off in most panels dkfnehfjr. ppl love to imagine levi tall but that’s just weird to me lmao. it doesn’t fit him at all. i think a large part of his character represents humanity’s strength itself as small but mighty hehe

i didn’t even Notice levi the first time i watched aot a million years ago?? but i think the type of person i am, i’m more attached to emotionally unavailable ppl who are v strong and v damaged. that’s mommy and daddy issues for u.

is levi my highest kin ever??? yes. abandonment issues? check. super awkward and cannot read social cues to save my life? also yes. emotionally constipated. loyal to a fault. always moving forward despite living thru a hell that would ruin other ppl?? this also. trauma. acts like the embodiment of a brick wall which behind waits the most sensitive person you’ve ever met?????? u bet.

i may or may not have latched onto aot in general when life was Awful so now aot is somehow my comfort show and him as my comfort character😭 i don’t think i can escape tbh

ONTO OTHER THINGS… the only reason majority of conflicts in aot existed (s2 as a whole, the rumbling fights, the yeagerists uprising in s4) was bc levi was somehow out of commission, injured, or had a plot excuse to not be there. such a waste imo.

absolutely got done dirty by fans who saw the 1 (one) scene from s1 when levi beat up eren TO PROVE THAT HE COULD HANDLE HIM as their sole proof that levi is a sadistic unfeeling asshole. those ppl watched the anime with their ass.

and please do not get me started on shipping levi with literal children and even incestually with his own cousin. gross.

lastly, irl i would be fuxking petrified to be around a stoic awkward person like him at first,,, but if shown 1 sign of who levi actually is i will fall immediately in love. i don’t make the rules.

my favorite character ever thank u for asking

#i have lots of opinions!#★play!★#levi ackerman #i’ve never mentioned my stance on proshipping but there it is

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AU August 2022 Day 2 - Artist's Muse

Portrait of an Omega

Summary: Lord Willy Tybur commissions artist Levi to paint a portrait of his wife, Eren. The artist and the subject fall in love.

Chapter One

Levi Ackerman, a renowned portrait painter arrived at the home of his latest client. He's been commissioned to paint Lord Tybur's new wife. Levi's the go to portrait painter for the powerful and wealthy, as such, he's become quite wealthy himself. Lord Tybur's manor is clear in the countryside and far from the city, where he resides. Normally, he did not like taking commissions that would force him to travel too far, but Tybur's new wife was rumored to be a renowned beauty, the most desirable omega in the country. Levi was intrigued about the famous omega, so he agreed to take on this job.

The Tybur estate was huge and there were many servants. Levi's carriage stopped at the gate, and he was ushered into the main estate by half a dozen servants, helping him to take his art supplies inside. The butler greeted him at the estate's door, and he was brought to the study to meet the lord of the manor.

"Ah, Master Ackerman, so good to see you." Lord Tybur greeted him. "I must introduce you to my wife, your subject for the next few weeks."

Levi's eyes went to the figure seated on a chair and his breath stopped. The omega before him was the most exquisite creature he'd ever seen. The first thing he noticed about the omega was his eyes, they are the loveliest shade of blue green, like a warm tropical sea that Levi could drown in. His hair is a rich, chestnut brown that's done in an elaborate updo held together with bejeweled hairpins and a comb. Lady Tybur's clothes is similarly rich as his hair ornaments, the dress he's wearing is made of the finest silks and perfectly tailored to his body, accentuating his lovely figure. For a wild moment, Levi was thinking about challenging Tybur to a duel for his wife.

Tybur, blissfully unaware of Levi's increasing covetous thoughts, introduced his wife as Eren. Levi committed the name to memory and noted to himself to get a few extra portraits of the omega for personal use. During the introductions, Eren's eyes met Levi's from across the room. Levi felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine. The way the omega didn't immediately lower his eyes filled Levi with hope, maybe the interest isn't so one-sided.

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The next week saw Levi move his studio into Lord Tybur's manor. It was Eren's idea, he implored his husband that the artist shouldn't spend so much time traveling and that the lord should give the artist room and board until the painting's finished, so that the master can concentrate on his craft and not worry about mundane things. Servants should also not disturb the painting sessions unless directly summoned. Lord Tybur immediately agreed, used to giving only the best things to his wife.

Levi was grateful that he was able to have a substantial amount of alone time with Eren, in the interest of not disturbing the artist at work. He can drool over the omega without any servants sticking their noses where they don't belong.

Eren has some ideas about what his portrait should be like and made his opinions known the first time he sat down for the portrait. Levi had never been so productive in his life. In addition to making progress on Eren's portrait, the omega provided inspiration for many ideas, and he filled three sketch books in less than a month.

It's getting harder and harder to simply look at Eren every day and not touch the omega. Each night, Levi's plagued with dreams, each more erotic than the next. Each morning, Levi wakes up disappointed that Eren wasn't his. Levi discovered that Eren was not the typical demure omega wife of a Lord. The omega was very opinioned and outspoken and also very exacting with it comes to his portrait; the painter unable to proceed until everything was perfect to the last detail.

Levi was glad for this because it would mean that work on the portrait is slow going, and he has a chance to be alone with Eren for longer. Frequently, they would be lost in conversation, the portrait forgotten. It took two weeks for Levi to realize that Eren's pickiness was a delaying tactic, and that the omega was also trying to keep the painter on site for as long as possible. After this realization, the conversation between them became bolder and less appropriate, revealing forbidden desires.

"What would you do to me if I'm your omega?" Eren asked one day. Lord Tybur was away on a business trip to the capital and the time was ripe to act upon their feelings. They've been dancing around each other for a month, since the painter moved into the manor so he could devote all his time to paint the portrait.

"I would certainly not go on business trips and leave my omega alone with a strange alpha." Levi replied, attempting to concentrate on his work, but failing, for the anticipation was too great. Eren was already scantily clad in loose robes instead the buttoned up, conservative fashion of the day. They decided that the portrait should be that of a fantasy setting. The omega now started to take his clothes off, until only a see-through shift was left, leaving very little to the imagination.

Levi, who's already hard, took off his own clothes in record time. He stalked toward the omega and finally put his hands on him. Levi carried Eren toward the bed at a corner of the room, it was moved into the room as a possible prop, now it will find use for something else. Levi gently laid Eren down into the bed and pulled off his shift so that the omega's body is finally bared to him. Levi lowered his head until their lips met, finally consummating their attraction.

The artist's canvas lies forgotten in the great room, as the erotic sounds of lovemaking filled the room. The alpha head is buried between the omega's legs, his tongue lapping up the omega's slick. The omega sobbed as he's driven to distraction by the alpha's tongue, and soon was overtaking by pleasure, coming on the alpha's tongue alone.

Levi quickly positioned himself on top of Eren, and lined his cock up with the omega's cunt. Their eyes locked, and when Eren indicated he's ready, Levi pushed himself inside, bottoming out with a groan. The omega felt heavenly and judging by Eren's moans, the sentiment is reciprocated. When Eren gave the indication to move, Levi started pounding into the heavenly heat. Levi's been fantasizing about this moment ever since he's laid eyes on Eren, and he's going to savor every moment of this. Eren apparently had a different idea and he pushed Levi into a sitting position so he could climb on his lap and rode his cock. This new position allowed Levi access to the omega's chest, to which he took shameless advantage. He started teasing Eren's nipples, laving his tongue and lightly nipping with his teeth. This drew a lustful moan from the omega, and he stopped his movements. Levi then flipped Eren on his hands and knees in no time, he's thrusting into the omega's tight cunt again. This time, Eren moved his hips back to meet Levi's thrusts. Soon, Eren came with a wail, squirting slick all over Levi's cock. Levi's movements were erratic, he too was close.

Levi's knot formed as he came inside Eren, locking them together. As he flooded the omega's insides with his seed, an immense sense of satisfaction filled the alpha. He collapsed on Eren's back, his nose on the omega's scent gland. With tremendous will power, Levi refrained from biting the omega's neck. Instead, after his knot went down, he got dressed and helped Eren into his robes.

Chapter Two

#AU August 2022

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hokusu · 1 year

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it's really hard to balance irl stuff with online stuff sometimes >.< I've had a lot going on in my head recently, but I'm trying really hard not to let it overwhelm me, which is easier said than done lmao overall though I'm doing well! ^-^

you hit the nail on the head regarding what's so wonderful about Christmastime!! it's also just always been a really special/nostalgic time of year for me and my family, and I also adore Christmas music haha. it all just fills me with a lot of warm, cozy feelings~ I really like winter all-around though, I'm the kind of person who prefers the cold over the hot, although I think my favorite season is probably spring cuz it's the perfect in-between! 💕

who are some of your favorite characters?? and if you don't mind me asking, what do you enjoy so much about dabihawks? I think they make a really interesting pair and would love to hear your thoughts about them!!

~your animanga secret santa❤️

So true, as soon as you're busy irl time flies so fast and it's hard to catch up with everything (cough anime in my opinion too lol, I'm struggling to edit everything I want this season 😭). Im glad you're doing well though, Santa!! 💛 I hope your thoughts leave you some peace soon and whatever it is, works out. 😊

Yess xmas music is so nice and comfy!! I love trans-siberian orchestra ones the most. Do you have a favorite Christmas song? Do you get white Christmas where you're from? 😲 I also enjoy winter more! And fall is always so dreamy, but where I live it doesn't really have much of fall either lol.

I have a lot of favs but here are some ☺️:

One Piece (not caught up yet but this anime is probably the most of my hyperfixation after dabihawks rn lol. I love it so much) - Zoro, Trafalgar, Ace and pretty much all of straw hats

SNK (been a while but they'll always be special) - Levi, Eren, Jean

Haikyuu (this is the comfort show Im always into) - Kageyama, Kuroo, Nishinoya, Hinata, ...almost everyone tbh.

Given (re-reading recently so feels are back) - Kaji mostly, but also all the mains are good lol

Banana Fish - Ash Lynx

Kny - Uzui, Giyuu

And lastly my absolute favs right now and I can talk about them forever Dabi & Hawks - I love literally everything about them individually and together. Dabi, who was told he's never been enough but consistently proving that everyone is wrong (literally living when he should be dead through sheer will power and vengence) vs. Hawks, who always remember "what is he even good for" and desperately tries to prove he can be of use? Dabi, who's ready to die while taking revenge vs. Hawks, who's willing to die to save everyone else? They're both so much more than who they pretend to be, who they wear that mask for and I think sometimes people misunderstand them for it, but its why I LOVE THEM!

I love their dynamic and how they used each other in the manga, I love that they're on opposite sides of a war both with ideals that clash so differently and they're perfect foils of each other, and yet so easily they could have been in each other's shoes. I think it makes them understand each other in a way that no one else does when all their lives, they've been very much alone. Their tragic backstories also plays into their character development very well (and every ch it shows me this!) Contrary to some opinions out there (esp. about hawks oof) , I think Horikoshi did a fantastic job writing them and they are the most interesting in the animanga by far and why I picked up the manga. There's so much to explore with them, so much potential angst and parallels between them, but even on their own they're just written SO WELL.

Hawks views are so skewed and it shows because of how he was brought up (by a family who didn't want him and then bought by the commission to be a solider) and it's so ingrained into who he is today, but he genuinely still just wants to "do good and protect people", so he's still the best hero in my eyes. 😭 And Dabi, who obviously isn't innocent, but you can't help but root for him to live at the end of it anyways bcus Dabi was genuinely good once and he tried so hard to be, he couldve been the best fucking hero. They're so flawed and fucked up in their own ways, but I love them for it and they're PERFECT. At the end of the day, I know they've done heinous things but they both deserved so much more. Latest chapter with them meeting again has me screaming too and I'm so excited to see what's next in manga!! There's so much more I could say but sorry this is so long already!! How about you, are you a fan of BNHA and who's your favs? 😁

And I'm also into a lot of other animes (seasonal or otherwise like sxf (so so good and heartwarming), csm, tokrev, jjk, mp100, golden kamuy, a lot of slice of life and lesser known ones, etc.) if you wanna know more ^^

Please have a lovely week Santa! 💛

#ask #animanga santa 2022 #💛#sorry i took a few days #ajskskdk thank you for listening to my dabihawks lmao 😭💛

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