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satorusdiary · 11 months
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You being Eren’s fav girl
-Plug!Eren x reader
Warnings: Fluff, f!reader, Cursing, making out, Eren being lovey dovey, flirting
Summary: In which Eren pulls you away from your friend group, finds a empty area, and makes out with you on a bench at night during a carnival event just to be alone with you.
A/N: you and Eren aren’t dating, but you sure are his favorite girl compared to everyone else
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"Eren, What's wrong?" You questioned and got closer to him. Your friends, who were behind you both began walking away, not noticing that you and Eren weren’t following along.
He shook his head and began walking in a different direction from the group, making you follow him confused.
"Nothing, just wanna go somewhere else." He mumbled loud enough for you to hear.
After many minutes of walking, pushing past big groups of people in crowded areas you find yourself in a secluded area that has a few benches, and a water fountain. Not as much people were in sight, the people that were there were busy looking at the lightened up river near by.
"Eren if you wanted to get alone with me, you could've just said that." You chuckled and turned around to check the scenery. Eren rolled his eyes and put his phone back into his pocket, sitting down on the bench behind you.
"Nah, i just wanted to get away from them." He uttered, looking at you.
"And get alone with me?"
Eren shrugged his shoulders. "maybe."
You turned around and smirked, having your arms crossed. The look on your face convinced him to not act stupid.
"Why you standing? Come here." He pulled your arm making you land on his lap. Your hand was on his chest stopping you from crashing your head against his chest.
Your cheeks began heating up, despite the cold weather the only heat that appeared on your body was on your face.
"Yeah, thanks for that. I was getting cold." You said sarcastically. Eren looked down at you with his eyebrows rose up, low eyes looking down at your slightly shivering body.
The movement he was making made you back away, you noticed he was taking off his jacket. Then he wrapped it over you once it was fully off, leaving him in his white tee-shirt.
"No-No! I was joking, keep it on your gonna freeze!" You pleaded and unwrapped the puffer around your body, handing back to him. Only for Eren to shake his head, and wrap the jacket around you again.
"I won't get cold with you on my lap. Wear it, don't argue with me ma." He replies. You sigh in defeat, putting your arms through the holes in the jacket, fully putting it on you.
You thanked him and cupped his cheek with one hand, caressing it when you notice it was getting colder.
"you my favorite person right now, you know that?" Eren questions, his lips getting closer to yours. You raise your eyebrows and grin.
"How about your mom?"
"I like you both equally." He repeated, making you laugh and fall in deeper into his embrace, since his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist.
“Thank you, baby.” You thanked Eren.
His fingers were propped under your chin, forcing you look up at his low, slightly red eyes. He pulled you into a kiss, both of your lips moving into sync.
He had wet, velvety lips. Your eyelids jerk back wide as his tongue even makes an appearance. His hand descends from your waist to your ass, where he grabs a handful and tightly squeezes it. A small moan escapes your mouth, you feel a smirk form on Erens lips.
When Eren opens his eyes, there's a familiar person strolling around the area dumbfoundingly.
Linah, Erens ex girlfriend.
"What a fucking stalker" is what Eren thought into his head. He purposely kicked a pebble over to where she was standing, just so she could watch him makeout with his new girl. Give her all the love and affection.
Linah had a hurt expression written all over her face, lips were slightly agaped open as she didn't know what to say or expect.
A burning passion of jealous runs through her chest, and her breathing gets heavier when she makes eye contact with Eren.
Even if it was dark outside, she was able to see the small smirk that formed on his lips as he touched you lovingly, something she wished to have right now.
Eren pulls away from you, a string of saliva being pulled away in between you both.
"You done stalking, Linah?!" Eren yells out, startling you as you turned around to see a girl watching you both. A feeling of embarrassment flows inside your body as you try getting off of Erens lap, but his arm makes you stay down.
Linah doesn't say anything in response, instead she shakes her head and ignores the incoming headache and the feeling of throwing up that overcomes her system. She runs away from you both right after, feeling extra embarrassed after getting called out by him.
"Fucking weirdo." Eren mumbles making you look at him with wide eyes.
"E-Eren, who was that?" Your eyebrows knitted together as you pressed your lips together. Eren shakes his head and cups your jaw with his hand, rubbing your cheek affectionately.
"Jus an annoying lil stalker. Don't mind her, babe." He responds, pressing his lips against yours once again before you could even respond back. His hands squeeze your hips from under the jacket he gave you, giving reassuring touches.
He pulls away and moves down to your neck, pressing light kisses, and lightly sucking on the softness of your skin which turns into a light purple.
"mmm, my' favorite girl." He praises against your skin, kissing your jaw. Your hands get lost in his hair, lightly tugging from the satisfaction your receiving.
His words left butterflies in your stomach, the affection even if you guys were not labeled as anything. It made you feel special. Eren knew, even if you weren’t dating. You’d always be his favorite girl.
"You think we should get back to the others?" You question when you notice Erens phone buzzing multiple times, messages from all of your friends asking where the two of you were.
He shook his head, kissing your collar bone.
"Nah, they'll find us. Let's 'jus enjoy this moment. hm?" You nodded after he spoke, messing around with the chains that were around his neck.
“mhmm” You mumbled, looking up at him.
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hanjisungslag · 16 days
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Headcanons for when aot men get jealous? Maybe seeing reader and someone else spending time together and getting agitated and then dragging them away - ‘Pay attention to me not them.’ sort of vibe.
💢 aot men & jealously
characters included: eren, armin, connie, jean, reiner, bertolt, erwin and levi.
notes: this ask had me floored.
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☆ eren jaeger
he caught you and reiner talking to each other AGAIN.
this has happened one too many times and eren finally loses it.
he’d definitely say something like “what about spending time with your boyfriend instead of him, hm?”
very temperamental about the whole thing..
one second he’ll be furious, next he’ll be sad, next he’ll be happy you’re back to spending time with each other
but mostly angry over it.
he storms over and pushes reiner away from you as he comes between the both of you, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing with MY partner?” eren asked threateningly “woah eren we were just—” but before reiner could say anything, eren grabbed your arm and stormed off with you.
☆ armin arlert
you and jean are very close friends
too close, your boyfriend may say.
armin usually lets things slide at first, he doesn’t want to come off as overbearing or jealous
also you and jean are just friends at the end of the day, right?
but one day, you and jean are laughing away as usual and armin asks what’s so funny and you say..
“oh, it’s an inside joke. you wouldn’t get it.”
after you said this, you continued to laugh. but armin had reached his breaking point, he slammed his hands on the dinner table and rose from his seat turning to face you, “y/n. get up.” your smile drops as you also get up from your chair. you two walk out the dinner hall. armin quickly speaks up “pay attention to me, not him.”
☆ connie springer
you and berty boy were spending wayyy too much quality time together.
making you spend less time with your own boyfriend!
connie obviously took this to heart and had to do what a man’s gotta do
aka pull a prank on bert.
every single day for like 2 weeks, connie would do something just to cause him inconvenience.
just like hiding his things right before practice, stealing food off his plate, replacing his sugar with salt, messing up his laundry etc.
but now what was connie going to do with you? after he pulled one of his pranks on bert he saw you HELPING him so not only do you spend all your time with him but now you’re ruining connie’s revenge plan? nope, not happening. he slams bert’s door open not taking any notice that the both of you are trying to talk to him, he just grabs you and pulls you into the hall. “last time i checked, i was your boyfriend. so, stop acting like bert is.”
☆ jean kirstein
there was someone in the survey corps who clearly had a thing for you
but you didn’t seem to notice. supposedly.
anyways, you guys would spend quite a bit of time together especially during expeditions.
jean obviously took offence to this and what does he do?
showboats🗣️🗣️
while on an expedition, you and this guy were chatting away, killing titans, all the usual stuff. but little did you know, from the back, jean was watching all of this happening and he was getting pissed off. his anger built up so much that when it came to killing the titans be whipped out half of them on his own. everyone was super impressed and the girls started complimenting you for having such a strong, brave boyfriend.
he pulls you aside afterwards and says “that was because of you and him, you know? so, you better start paying more attention to me now.”
☆ reiner braun
there was this one guy from garrisons who adored you!
and you thought he was sweet and you’d always try and catch up with him when you could.
which reiner would say was too often.
reiner would definitely intimidate this guy with how huge he is.
it’d be intimidating even reiner wasnt massive because he was just a garrison.
he’d pump his chest out more and wrap his big arms around you in front of him to prove how much bigger and better he was.
and when it came to you, he was so mad. as you stepped away from the garrison guy, he took his arm off of you and grabbed you by the shoulders turning you to face him. “hey. you better stop talking to that fucking whimp. i’m your boyfriend.”
☆ bertolt hoover
you and connie were super close.
you both trained together, love pulling pranks and just bounce off each other so well.
some people sometimes even think you’re a couple..!
but you already have a boyfriend.
bert doesn’t like to speak up about how he feels for a while until something really tips him over the edge.
bert always used to ignore how close you and connie were, he was too shy to say anything in the first place but he also didn’t want to ruin your guys’ relationship by being jealous. that was until someone asked if you and connie were a couple. that was his final straw. he calmly walked over to you but grabbed you with a grip you wouldn’t expect from bertolt. you found yourself outside with him where he looks you dead in the eyes “unless you actually want connie to be your boyfriend, you better start paying more attention to me, y/n.”
☆ levi ackerman
you mostly worked in the offices after a bad injury.
and there was this one librarian who really took a liking to you.
but, you’re already coupled up with mr. ackerman.
levi sees you guys talking all the time. sees that you’re in the library quite a lot even when you don’t need to be.
because of this he delegated menial work to him and even you, when he’s feel mean.
but when he catches you STILL talking while doing the tasks he set for you, he loses it.
you got distracted from your task when your little librarian friend starts discussing this ancient book he discovered the other day and as you were chatting away, you heard the door creak.. you jump out of your skin, trying to return to your task but it was too late. levi had already seen you. he calmly marched towards you and pulls you away to the other end of the library “is that what i said your task was, y/n? come here, i got a better task for you like helping your boyfriend. not this cretin.”
( however at the end of the week when things were all cleared up and you ask him about it he just says “me? jealous? no, i wasn’t.” )
☆ erwin smith
you and mike were working a little too closely lately.
erwin saw the way mike looked at you longingly
at first he thought it was nothing, he wasn’t even jealous!
until mike starts getting more physical
a shoulder brush here, a slight hand touch there
after this, he fully loses it.
erwin side eyes you and mine when he sees his hand gently brush up against yours, it could be pure accident but erwin couldn’t care less. he had gone too far. he marched over tall and mighty and swiftly stole you from mike “i’m the only man who gets to do that to you, you hear me?”
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katkbc · 4 months
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kat is currently thinking of…
GOING TO A CHRISTMAS PARTY WITH TOXIC!EREN…
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MINORS DNI.
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note:tbh i had a lil fun writing this! there will be a part 2 w smut but i kinda wanted to make a little story cuz why not? also this is WAY longer than i intended it to be.. sorry….
cw: fem! reader, strong language, violence, reader is a bit of an airhead + sensitive, use of alcohol, angst, eren is toxic , all characters aged up to 20+, im a sucker for toxic eren🫦 also he’s a bit possessive
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summary : you and eren went out to a christmas party, what’s the worst that could happen?
“how you holding up?” your boyfriend asks. as of right now you’ve had a little too much to drink at connie’s christmas party, not to an extent though. to be honest, eren didn’t expect this much people to show up. music is blasting in the back, people are chatting and dancing, some are drunk, others are playing beer pong, this party was for sure a blast right now. you and eren decided to take shots earlier with connie, jean, mikasa, and armin, but clearly you went overboard a bit. you’re currently on the couch next to eren, his hand on your thigh while your leaned over against his shoulder.
“i’m fine ‘ren.. trust me.” you reply, your words slurring together slightly. you take another sip of your beer, but suddenly it disappears. “hey, no more.” eren scolds. eren had decided to invite you to the party because you needed to have a little fun in your life. it’s not like you never went out, you just preferred to stay at home. but when you get drunk, it’s a whole new personality you’ve unlocked.
you came to this party in a strapless bodycon dress,in a nice velvet color. it hugs your hips very nicely and makes your breasts slightly pop out, you wore this with a simple and nice white button up cover up, which you clearly didn’t button up. eren didn’t really approve of what you wore, but man, you looked like a goddess. he couldn’t say no to those beautiful doe eyes you got.
“sorry…” you apologize. sometimes eren would get a little rude with you, but he would quickly realize once you start sulking. “it’s ok, princess. just please don’t over drink.”he smiles at you, and starts circling his thumb on your thigh. you feel hear building up in your core, but it’s just you having to pee really bad. you grab eren’s hand off your thigh. “i need to pee really quick eren, i’ll be back.” you give him an innocent smile. as you get up, he lightly pulls you back. “let me walk with you, it’s crowded.” he insists. “i’m fineee, i’m not a baby eren.” you reply. you grab his face and give him a peck on his cheek. “it’s just really quick..” “alright, don’t go running off though.” he replies.
after washing your hands you walk out the bathroom. you’re walking down the hall back to the main room, slightly stumbling each step. “hey, are you.. good?” a voice calls out to you. the voice belongs to a very nice looking guy. dirty blonde hair which is slicked back, and nice hazel eyes. “yes.. i am. i think.” you think about what you just said. the alcohol in your system is starting to kick in even more. “what’s your name, pretty girl?” he offers a handshake. “y/n, and what’s your name?” you shake his hand, and give him a friendly smile. your cheeks are slightly tinted red. the guy admires you, and can’t help but think ‘damn, she’s gorgeous’.
“porco galliard, you have a pretty name by the way.” he compliments. “thank you!” you let go of his hand. “so… are you here by yourself?” he asks. when he asks, your mind is slowly starting to go foggy, forgetting certain things, and a person. “i’m just trying to find my way out of here.” you ignore the question. “can you help me please…” you plead, looking at him with puppy eyes. “how could i say no to a pretty face like you, where to?” he pulls you close to his side, aware that you aren’t in a great state of mind right now. he doesn’t realize what he has coming.
“yo, eren you good?” connie asks. it’s been about 20 minutes since you left to use the bathroom. your phone is dead, and the house is very crowded, eren is starting to get worried. he would probably have a heart attack if he knew you were with another guy currently. “i’ve called her like what… 15 fucking times and she won’t answer!” he lashes out. “woah calm down..” armin sits himself on the couch next to eren. “how about let’s look for her, she’s probably just lost, you know how she is.” he tries to lighten the mood.
eren wasn’t exactly the best boyfriend. he usually gets angry quickly, and was possessive when it came to you. arguments would lead to you crying and him reassuring you, even though half the time he would start the arguments. but you still loved him no matter what, he’s your baby. and he loved you just as much, probably even more. he’s just ‘looking out for you’.
“yeah, we didn’t expect this much people to come, maybe we should look for her.” jean chimes in. “alright, let’s get going.” armin suggests. eren and him get off up the couch, meanwhile jean has already started looking.
meanwhile…
the sound of crickets chirp outside. in the duration of eren freaking out, porco took you outside for some fresh air, away from the overwhelming party. you needed it, since you were absolutely out of it. the night sky is beautiful, the moon shining which provided some light. you two were sitting on some steps in the backyard. “so… what are some things you like?” porco makes conversation. “i really like cats.” you say. “oh really? what do you like about them?” he asks. “they’re just s’ooo cute! me and my boyfriend adopted one not that long ago and he’s the cutest thing alive!” you ramble. “boyfriend?” he asks. “yeah, my boyfriend is the best. sometimes he can be a little mean though, and it makes me sad.” you say, sadness reminiscing in your tone. porco puts his nicely sized hand on your back and starts rubbing in circles.
“why would he be mean to you? you’re a really sweet girl.” he reassures you. “i don’t really know. whenever we argue sometimes it’s bad. sometimes he gets really mad and starts yelling at me, and i don’t like it. i usually cry because sometimes he’s just so mean. but it’s okay, he apologizes and then makes me feel loved!” you ramble again, words slurring together. porco looks at you. in the hour you guys have been talking he’s learned a good amount about you, but he feels like you deserve more than this so called ‘boyfriend’ you have. but again, he doesn’t really know too much details, and keeps his thoughts to himself. “well… he should honestly respect you as much as-”
“y/n!” the familiar voice calls from behind you. you look back and see the face of your boyfriend, with a look that indicates he is VERY pissed off. “what the fuck!” he yells. “don’t cause a scene eren!” armin scolds at him. “e’ren…” you hiccup. he goes over to where you and porco are sitting with armin following, with a worried look. “who the hell are you?” he looks at porco, with a disgusted look. “calm the fuck down dude, i had to take care of her since someone couldn’t..” he gives a remark. this guy was really testing erens patience. “who are you to tell me i can’t take care of my girlfriend? i was looking for her this whole time just for her to be with another guy.” he snaps back. footsteps are heard, them belonging to jean, connie, and mikasa. your vision is currently blurry, with tears flowing in your eyes. “what is going on out here?” mikasa questions. “oh shit..” connie realizes.
porco stands up and faces eren. “alright i get your her boyfriend and shit, but if you’re thinking we did something, we didn’t. she’s drunk as fuck so i offered to help her since this party is huge. be grateful i made sure she was safe, no need to go off on me.” he explains. there’s a pause of silence, until eren breaks it. “listen, i could honestly care less. i don’t want you near my girl.” he threatens. “eren… please stop.” you plead, looking up at the scene. “you don’t have any room to talk, what the fuck were you and this guy doing anyways?!” he snaps.
you hold back your tears. “we weren’t doing anything eren, don’t make this a big deal.. please.” you were stumbling over your words. this was all too overwhelming, since you came just to have a good time. you should’ve known how eren would’ve gotten.
“shut the fuck up y/n!” he looks at you with flames bursting in his eyes. “i don’t wanna hear your bullshit excuses.” everyone nearby looks at the current scene that’s happening, and you can’t stand it anymore. your mind is fuzzy, and the tears that were at bay on your eyes start slowly falling down your cheeks. you hated when eren would yell at you. now that he’s yelling at you in front of other people, you felt helpless. you get up and leave the scene, leaving everyone behind.
“eren what is wrong with you?” mikasa breaks the sudden silence. she then leaves the scene to go find you. “learn some respect, that’s your girlfriend.” porco remarks. eren looks at porco with hatred, not caring that he was causing an unnecessary scene. that’s just who he was. a loud and sudden sound fills the awkward silence.
eren gave porco a good punch to the face. “don’t tell me what i should learn.” at this point, eren was in rage, he could care less about anything right now. he wanted to fuck up this random ass guy who was telling him shit that related to his girlfriend. erens in the wrong but he doesn’t see it. porco returns a punch back, and this sets off a fight.
people start surrounding the area, observing what is happening. eren delivers a punch on porcos side, which makes him fall. eren steps up and is about to kick porcos face until porco drags him down suddenly, and starts punching him repeatedly. the scene is starting to get very violent, with blood drops filling the wooden patio. armin goes up and pulls back eren, but he’s still delivering blows.
“what the hell is happening?!?” a man who looks like porco arrives at the scene. another man follows behind him, tall, blonde and seems way older than the rest of the party guests. “separate them marcel what are you doing!” the guy shouts. “reiner why don’t you do something too?” jean shouts from the other side of the scene. connie goes up and helps armin pull eren off, and marcel and reiner pull porco away from eren.”
“parties over! everyone get the hell out!” connie yells. the news soon spreads around, and people start leaving before anything else happens. porco apologizes for being involved in the fight, and leaves with marcel and reiner. eren and everyone else goes inside.
“stay still.” armin commands. the party now ended, connie and jean were currently cleaning up. armin is helping clean up eren’s wounds. eren winces at the alcohol put on his wound.
“so, are you proud of being a horrible boyfriend and telling off your girlfriend in front of a crowd for no reason?” armin reminds eren. eren reflects on his actions and realizes he messed up big time. his anger always gets the best of him. “no…” he admits. “you need to go apologize to her. just to let you know she got home safe with mikasa.” the blonde tells eren.“how is she doing?” he asks, head down. “mikasa told me she wouldn’t stop crying.” eren’s emerald orbs look up.
he knew you were sensitive. he hated seeing you cry. he always tries to control his anger around you no matter what, but sometimes the littlest things will set him completely off. the guilt finally falls on him. you never argued back, no matter how much he yelled, because all you wanted was peace, and love from eren. knowing he said hurtful things to his girl is finally dwelling on him.
“i’m sorry for all the mess i caused.” eren apologizes, directing it towards everyone currently in the house. connie steps up, “listen, im not saying i forgive you, but you really have to work on yourself. you should be apologizing to y/n instead of us. what you did was really fucked up eren.” he replies. “we’re all here for you eren, just know that.” jean adds in.
as the moonlight shines, the night continues. eren, driving himself home realizes if he doesn’t work on himself, there’s a potential chance of losing you. he thinks to himself ‘i’m sorry beautiful, i would do anything for you.’ the texts he had sent you earlier sent, but you left him on read hours ago.
he cannot let jealousy and possessiveness take him over. he’s going to make it up to you, one way or another.
part 2 will be linked here !
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fieryland · 8 months
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Good to go (Eren Jaeger)
tw stepcest, smut, slapping, scroll if you don’t like it
wc 1k
Eren’s little sis who keeps trying to kiss him in front of his friends.. except they don’t know you guys are step siblings. “You two look so cute together, since when did you get a girlfriend?” Eren’s friend proclaims over whatever music is blaring at your small get together.
“Can you excuse us for a sec?” he’s already up on his feet and dragging you to a nearby bathroom as he says that. Eyebrows furrowed and snakebites tugging as he gently bites on his lower lip, his hand gripping your wrist not-so-gently, though.
Your big brother looked so pretty towering above you, you admire the way his long hair collides with his shoulders every long step he takes, heavy breathing and dizzy eyes have you almost stumbling along the way. Is it getting hot in here, or is it just you?
The door swings open and slams shut just as fast, you weren’t much of a physics girl but the speed of how Eren pinned you up against that same door made you understand everything. “What the fuck are you doing?”
You smile softly at his question, mind hazy at how strong Eren is, forearms flexing while holding you up off your feet against the door. You liked him so much, you didn’t even try fighting against him. Although you soon learned what would happen if you did.
“I said,” he brings a hand to your cheek in the form of a slap “what the fuck are you doing?” you can’t help but giggle at how handsome he is when he gets all mad, from the green fire in his eyes to the burning flame at his fingertips — you were rendered crazy. He scoffs and looks to the side as if he was contemplating if this was a good idea, all that split second thinking vanished when he pressed his lips up against yours into a kiss.
Your kisses weren’t usually like this, a couple forehead kisses here and there in his usual overprotective brotherly fashion— but this— this was different. It reminded you of those couple sacred moments he taught you not to speak of. When he sneaks into your room at night, tells you he needs this, needs to use your little cunt and that this is what little sisters are for. Of course, the butterflies dancing in your tummy as well as the low timbre of his voice urge you to comply, kiss him, and act normal in front of your parents; excusing the foot kicks you share under the dinner table.
You found yourself loving this side of him. Eren was an asshole at times, he is a boy after all. But as fucked up as it was— you fucking loved it. Loved being the girl that satisfies him. Sure, he’s had sex. With tons of girls actually, I mean, have you seen him? He’s untouchable, no one can get on his level of beauty and charisma. Even now when he tilts his head to the side and smirks at you while pulling you over to the bathroom sink, no one came close. Yet he came back to you every time, he’s moulded your little pussy so that it can only take his dick, no one else’s. He would be a terrible big brother if he didn’t at least give you what you were made for, don’t you think?
Eren was the only boy you needed, and his baby sis was better than any girl he’s slept with.
“You wanna act like my girlfriend, you’re gonna get treated like one,” Eren breathes out, turning you so you’re facing the mirror with your ass pressing up against him. His hard on already poking you from underneath, sending an invitation for his fingers to slide down to your sopping cunt. “God, look at you, baby. You really that needy for your big brothers cock?”
“mmm.. ‘ren..” you whine as his middle and ring finger tease your entrance prepping you for the massive excuse of a dick he has in his pants, you still could never get used to that.
“Hm?” he pumps “gotta be good for me, sis. Don’t want mom finding out, do you?”
“no, no. i’ll be good, promise.”
“That’s what I thought.” He’s now flipping your skirt up and pulling your panties to the side. His pants already unzipped and dick hanging out, giving it a few pumps before sliding his way into you.
You instantly moan at the stretch, his groans following behind “God, this tight fuckin’ cunt. Can’t get enough of it.” he finally bottoms out as you whine at the validation. Once you let it settle in, and his biting of your shoulder goes from harsh to gentle, he begins to move.
His strokes become rough rather quickly, he still has to be a good brother and discipline you, of course. Your neck and shoulders were covered in bite marks, his canines shining in the mirror in front of you. You could feel the heat of his moans on the back of your neck as well as his arm wrapping around your waist. You were reduced to a mess in seconds. The hem of your shirt now right under your neck; exposing your boobs as they bounced up and down in unison of his relentless pace.
His fat fucking cock was splitting you open again and again, you cried out to him as he got ahold of your face and turned you in the direction of the mirror. “Look at yourself, look at how you’re taking this dick, sis. Yeah? You like it when I- fuck- you like it when your big brother pounds that tight little pussy, yeah?“ he squeezes your cheeks “Of course you do.”
You just about scream at how rough he’s treating you “shut up, god. You wanna get us caught or somethin’? ‘s that it? Fuckin’ whore.” Eren presses further, his pace getting that much quicker, and your orgasm nearing that much faster. You shake your head no as long as you can until he’s kissing you, hungrily forcing his tongue down your warm throat like a wild animal in rut.
You could tell he was nearing his climax too, the way his tongue stuttered against yours, and how hard he would bite your lip when things started to feel a little too good.
“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum.” your little hole squeezed around his cock right when he said that, voluntarily or not— you don’t know. Eren was making you feel too good, you couldn’t help but tighten around him in pleasure.
“God, g’nna marry you, sis.” he’s babbling at this point, but it was true. He wanted nothing more than to put a ring on his baby sisters finger and watch it twinkle around his cock when you pump him up and down. The universe must’ve cursed him with this forbiddance, but he found himself liking how wrong it is.
You felt so good, way too good, the knot in your tummy finally untying as he brought his hand down to rub at your swollen little clit. He fucked you through your orgasm, as well as a few tears rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation.
“Aw, you gonna cry?” he groans as he laughs at your crying, your tears sending him right over the edge. You were spasming around his dick— all of it— as he pulls out quickly and dumps his load onto your pussy.
Eren thought you looked gorgeous like this, fucked out covered in your big brothers cum; the way it should be. He gives you one final kiss before leaning down to take a good look at your swollen little pussy. It looked so good. All sensitive and needy, squeezing around nothing. He couldn’t help but get a taste; God, who knew baby sister’s tasted this good? He brings his lips together and spits on your cunt, giving it a harsh slap before pulling your panties back over it. He’s back up on his feet again, petting you and rubbing his cum into your underwear with his hand.
“There,” he kisses the top of your head “now you’re good to go.”
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jeanbie · 2 months
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IF I LAY HERE (WOULD YOU LIE WITH ME?) ★ masterlist.
pairing: eren x reader
genre: best friends-to-lovers-au, actor au, fluff mostly | warnings: fem!reader | wc: 2.6k
note: hey. i still love u guys and i am still pining over aot. will never stop probably. anyway, this was an older fic i wrote but i'm handing it down to eren! title is taken/inspired from chasing cars by snow patrol (my fav song)
⏤ Eren has had enough - it's been four months since he's last seen you, and he's not going to let his fame status keep him from seeing you any longer. He just hopes that you feel the same way when you see him again.
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Eren was taking a pretty big risk, he knew that.
It was risky taking any step out of his apartment at any moment; he’d think he was safe until he made it to the end of the road, earphones snug in his ears, and the flash of a camera behind the bushes in the corner of his eye blinds him back to his front door in a twisted shame. 
Granted, he’d expected it to be worse now that he'd booked a plane ticket and made a rather hasty, in-the-moment journey to the airport and on a plane with no layover. Usually when Eren takes a journey overseas, there’s at least one or two fans hiding in the corner of the suites waiting for him, or someone on the plane who’d recognise his face.
For this, he’d suck it up and take a photo. It was better to have good PR and be a little bit pissed off that he’d been discovered, than to have bad PR and to be known as the actor from Attack on Titan who didn’t give a damn about the people who essentially made him and his friends famous.
But Eren thought the risk was worth it this time. The plane touched down in a different country, and from there, it was an hour long train journey to a station he didn’t know anything about to meet a friend of yours he’d only seen in Instagram pictures.
You were at university now, a face he saw on a screen rather than a face he quite literally saw every day months before. It had been four months since Eren had seen his best friend, and fuck anybody who was going to make him wait a second longer before seeing you again.
You were his greatest risk, but it was worth it. You were worth it.
“Fuck, it’s insane to actually be meeting you right now.”
Frank is a good guy, ginger with circle glasses resting on the end of his roundish nose. He led Eren out of the train station, offering to pull his suitcase for him. “I mean, I’m a huge fan.” Followed by a sigh and a quiet, “Who isn’t…?”
Eren smiled at him, squinting in the sun as it hit his eyes in the direction of Frank’s face. “Thanks. I hear a lot about you, too.”
Frank grinned, whipping his head towards Eren. “All sexy and scandalous things, I hope. You know, none of us believed Y/N when she said she knew you. We thought the pictures were Photoshopped, you know how she is.” They both paused by the side of the road waiting to cross, “Shit, she’s gonna freak out when she sees you.”
That was three minutes ago, but Eren's still playing that sentence on a loop in his head. She's gonna freak out when she sees you.
He walks alongside Frank down one of the streets, past a redundant furniture store that quirks his brows. He’s missed it here, and how unbelievably, shockingly awful it all looks when you’re not looking at picturesque photos of it online.
“I thought you’d know that Y/N’s my best friend,” Eren says thoughtfully. He pauses as Frank does as a car zooms past when they’re about to cross. “I mean, people know. The photos got leaked, all of them.”
“Hey, give me a break,” Frank says dramatically. “I only really became a super fan three months ago. I'm more into Levi, you know how it goes. And yeah, I figured it out eventually. Finally, I understood why so many people at this uni wanted photographs with her and to be her best friend…”
Eren frowns. “Is it bad? She doesn’t tell me this stuff on the phone. I mean, they go crazy online when she posts pictures and we interact, but I didn’t…”
Frank shakes his head and grins at Eren as the words die out in his mouth.
“Nah, don’t panic. It’s not that bad. If anything, she might get a kick out of the fame. Trust, there’s always gonna be the girls who hate her because she’s friends with you and that’s like, what, threatening to their fantasy? But she loves you a lot, and a friendship like yours…it’s kinda like family, you know?”
Eren feels his stomach flip, butterflies going haywire. These butterflies are bitter and relentlessly fast, his heart racing that extra bit quicker. He likes the sound of family. He doesn’t like the way Frank implies it, because if Eren is ever going to consider you as family, it won’t be as his sister.
You’ve never been his sister, even when you became part of his family growing up on special occasions, or even just on a daily basis when you came to visit. There were times his family called you their own, but you were never his sister. It was different than that; you both knew it but never dared acknowledge it.
Frank makes small talk until they make it to the student accomodation you currently live at, and because Frank knows basically everybody, a student comes to the gate to let them both in. They’re nice and tall, wearing an Aston Villa shirt that Eren remembers looks a lot like your dad’s back in the day. Might be the same kind, might be a vintage.
He smiles at him, because maybe this guy knows Eren, but then the guy just turns back into the common room and doesn’t come out again. Frank doesn’t live here - he lives in a flat of his own around the corner, but Frank might as well be a resident here. He lets himself in towards the lift and shoots a text to one of your flatmates.
“Apparently she’s in the shower,” Frank says casually. He locks his phone, taps his foot as the lift rises, “Let’s hope she doesn’t stride out completely stark naked as you’re in there.”
He almost blushes, “Ha, yeah.”
He declines to mention the times you two have showered together, the time you went skinny dipping together when you were seventeen. Those were things that might end up getting misunderstood, and those are his memories he’d like to keep a secret. He says nothing, nothing but a thank you when he enters your flat with Frank and takes a different turn to the left whereas Frank goes right, towards the kitchen.
Your room is at the very end, your name on the door in stickers from a set you got from the market, and from inside, he hears the music in the bathroom. The door opens silently and closes with the same volume, and Eren manages to wheel his suitcase to the end of the bed and plonks himself down.
As expected from pixels on the screen, your room looks better in person - white walls and a bed set that’s white and covered with little peonies. Above your desk, Eren recognises all your photos together, new polaroids of you and the friends you’ve made at university who Eren always felt kind of threatened by. He smiles to himself, and rests his head against the wall your bed is attached to. From here, he can see the bathroom door in the mirror on the opposite wall, but he knows you’ll only see his feet when you come out.
Speaking of which; the song playing in the bathroom ends suddenly and the shower water has stopped running. Eren hears the toilet flush and his heart starts to race.
Four months of falling asleep on Facetime and texting when there was no time left in the day, and now, here he is, on your bed, waiting for you to step out and… And, then what?
Maybe you wouldn't even want him here. Maybe you were happier now that Eren was travelling the world with his other friends and film crew while you were still here, in a new city with new friends and a new life. Maybe the memory of Eren was burdensome to you. Worse - maybe he was something you felt you had to remember but didn’t really want to.
Eren's always been scared of the rejection he might receive from you. He might be a dream for fans across the world, but there’s a split second where Eren feels like he might not be good enough for you. He’s the world to other people. But you deserve the whole galaxy, and he’s afraid that’s something that he might not ever be able to give you, even with all the money and the fame.
The bathroom door opens and in two seconds, the light is shut off and he hears you sigh.
“Jesus, Frank, you gotta stop letting yourself in here without telling me,” your voice says. “Good thing I’m semi-decent. Usually I’m not.”
“No fun,” Eren teases, and silence follows. There’s a pause, and Eren cocks his head, his left cheek on his shoulder, waiting for you to click and appear in front of him.
Suddenly, he hears small but quick thuds across the carpet and Eren feels his chest tighten with a nostalgic feeling when you come into view with wide eyes, damp hair and nothing but a bra and those stupid black worn leggings you refuse to throw out.
The grin that reaches Eren's eyes now aches as he laughs at you, at the way you gape at his presence. It takes a moment, a moment of what feels like could be the rejection that Eren absolutely fears, but then you smile so wide that Eren feels it in his stomach.
“Holy shit!” you exclaim loudly, bringing a hand to your mouth as you hurry towards the bed. It dips beneath your knees and Eren rises up to a more comfortable position. “What the fuck!”
He laughs out loud, and when Eren wastes zero time in bringing you into his arms, hugging you tightly.
“Careful, my hair’s all wet,” you squeak.
“Don’t care.”
He really doesn’t. There’s probably going to be a damp spot on his clothes after, but that’s okay. You groan loudly with happiness as you hug him in return as tightly as he is hugging you, your weight on his lap and your arms around his neck.
Eren smiles so wide, sighing with content into your neck. Here, he smells the marshmallow body wash on your skin, the fragrance of your hair that kind of reminds him of Cabbage Patch babies.
“You smell good,” he mutters. You laugh quietly, squirming when his nose sniffs across your neck like one would kiss. “I don’t.”
“You do, you always smell good,” you reply. One sniff, he laughs, “See!”
“Mmm,” he plays along, “the sweet smell of planes and trains and jet lag.”
That makes you laugh, and at the mention of jet lag, Eren realises he could probably fall asleep like this given the chance. He has missed this, missed you, so fucking much. The emotions are overwhelming. 
Eren kisses behind your earlobe, and then just underneath your jaw. That’s new. Eren was always a cheek-kiss kind of best friend, but never this.
You’re not complaining. Your head drops to one side, almost giving him more access to the space free, and he occupies it. Those fucking butterflies; Eren feels sick with nerves as he kisses you, under your chin and across your neck, on that spot on your collarbone you found out tickled after Seven Minutes in Heaven in Year 8.
Maybe your fingernails in his hair are a way of you telling him to stop - it’s something he can think about tonight if he can’t fall asleep, something he doesn’t care to think about when he kisses on your actual jawline, to your cheek and the corner of your mouth, your cupid’s bow.
He moves away with a blush that matches your own, but maybe you can’t see his in the colour of your fairy lights. He plays with the dazed confusion on your face as he moves the hair from across your face to around your ears, smiling and raising his eyebrows.
“Your hair is so fucking wet,” he sniggers boyishly.
“I told you,” you shrug. You shrink, relaxed, “Fuck, why are you here? I mean, I’m literally so happy, but… Are you gonna get in trouble for this?”
“I dunno,” he admits. “Maybe, probably. I mean…the guys know I’m here. Jean drove me to the airport with Armin.”
“That’s not what I mean, though.”
Eren sighs loudly. “Yeah, I know. Frank told me all about the girls.”
“Little fucker. Is he here? I’ll punch him for mentioning it to you. It’s honestly fine. It's only a few. Most are really nice!”
“You’re my best friend for life, it’s important to me that you’re not uncomfortable by--”
“I’m not,” you assure him, hands trapped in his hair. You frown and try to change the subject, “Damn, this got long. Didn’t look long over the phone.”
“I've been growing it out,” Eren replies. “Heard you fancied Keanu Reeves, couldn��t handle the competition.”
“Ha!” you retort. “Simp.”
“For you,” frowns Eren dramatically.
Conversation fizzles comfortably, to the point where you both forget that Eren's underneath you and your legs are wrapped like a koala around his middle.
The fact that this is normality for you both is ignored. You’ve done worse things together. Eren even knows that the bra you’re wearing now is one he bought for you, half as a joke, half not. That could be why Eren feels the way that he does, why the confusion wraps around his body and traps him.
Eren knows that the butterflies in his stomach don’t just appear because you’re his best friend he hasn’t seen in a while. He knows what they mean when they flutter when your name pops up when you’re calling him, when an interviewer tries to catch him out by bringing you up in another interview that you don’t need to be mentioned in.
Eren knows that coming here was worth the confusion, and the nerves, and the fact that this will be a headline when it gets out. EREN YEAGER GOES TO VISIT HIS BEST FRIEND…BUT ARE THEY MORE? Or worse, NETIZENS HAVE PROOF THAT A.O.T EREN IS DATING HIS BEST FRIEND Y/N…
He doesn’t want to hurt you. That’s why he feels scared. For you to be scandalised by an article online that caught him out in his feelings, he knew it wasn’t fair. Eren might be too afraid to say he’s in love, and too afraid to find out if you feel it too, if all those years of confused relations and flirtations meant anything, but he’d risk those feelings and the headlines if it meant being able to spend one more day with you.
Eren's got a week and a half with you. Something’s gotta give within this week. He doesn’t want to go back to filming with more regrets than he came here with, and so for now, he’ll just have to swallow those butterflies back down when they pour out of his mouth.
Right now, he can’t afford to be caught out. It has to be said on his own terms, when the timing is perfect. It has to be perfect, because it’s what you deserve. It has to be perfect, because if it isn’t, then Eren doesn’t think it will be worth it.
Losing you to a headline and a butterfly is out of the question. You hop off him and shrug on a jumper from out of your wardrobe. If you noticed his unease, then you didn’t mention it. He almost wants to cry, wants the confusion to go away for the night so he can enjoy being here.
Fuck.
For now, he thinks as he follows you with an arm around your shoulders out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen to meet the others, he’ll just have to fake it 'til he makes it. Just like always. Put on a face, put on a show, until it all feels worth the spillage. He can’t let the butterflies escape yet.
It has to be perfect, and until then, he’ll just have to be patient, even if it breaks his heart more by pretending.
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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 3 months
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Can we have the opposite of the ask you just answered? The 104th asking what your type is and you describe them perfectly?
eren jaeger is all blinks. it seems only his eyes know how to do the talking. you have to ease him gently back to the real world and his only reaction is his cheeks turning bright red.
armin arlert holds back a sort of giggle. he’s honored, he’s embarrassed, he’s ashamed. most importantly, he can’t believe it’s him that you find desirable, especially since always coming second place to his best friend. he’s beyond thrilled.
jean kirstein and his smug ass ego is too cocky. he smirks with a glimmer in his eyes. “i knew it,” is what he thinks but he won’t say it, but he doesn’t have to. the gaze in his eyes is tender enough.
connie springer didn’t think he’d get this far when you describe him. he starts to talk to but quickly shuts his mouth, unsure of the right answer. he decides to bite the bullet and ask you out.
reiner braun opens his mouth and nothing falls out. he keeps trying to find the perfect words, you see it in his eyes. eventually his mouth decides “i knew it,” as the right answer and you can’t help but laugh.
bertholdt hoover turns as red as a cherry. he rubs the back of his neck and looks away. he tries to be brave, to say the right thing to you but all he says is “oh,” leading you to confess the entirety of your feelings.
levi ackerman tilts his head and stares at you. he can’t believe the way you’d just described him but fuck, he wants too. so bad. he presses you ever so subtly until you find yourself confessing your undying love for him.
erwin smith is frowning but also smiling. he’s glad to know his feelings aren’t unreciprocated but he knows exactly how complex this relationship is going to be. he’s the first one to offer to give this a shot.
zeke jaeger laughs and asks if you could be any more obvious. he rubs his chin and asks if you are one hundred percent sure. when you say yes, he decides to say ‘fuck it’ and make you his lady immediately.
porco galliard raises an eyebrow despite having known deep down this whole time. he quizzes you, wanting to hear you stutter at your most vulnerable. eventually, he laughs and tells you he’s just fucking with you, and that he’d be proud to be your man.
jean kirstein fanfic
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seredelgi · 4 months
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When you suddenly realize you've got a crush on lines and colors painted on a digital screen:
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goldenlocksprincess · 18 days
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Attack on Titan Actor AU (part 3)
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Levi likes to take pictures on set, he has a folder for each cast members. He shares them on his socials during their birthdays.
Bertholdt keeps a notebook on him, he writes down songs ideas.
There was a rumour about Eren and Mikasa dating, the actors both denied it when Eren posted a picture of him with Mikasa's boyfriend.
Armin has a major in archeology.
When the shooting ends very late Jean likes to cheer on his castmates to bring some energy.
Sasha and Reiner often send food trucks to everyone on set to thank them for their hard work.
Historia makes origamies in her trailer and gives it to the cast.
Erwin adopted his horse after finishing his part on the series.
Connie is the best at keeping a serious face during filming.
Hange hides snacks on set so that she could eat them between takes.
Ymir cried so much during filming her final scene, they had to stop shooting so that she calms down.
Pieck forget her lines a lot when filming with Zeke because she finds him intimidating.
Yelena's real voice is really soft she just aggravate it for the character.
Zeke teenage crush was Hange, he was very honored to share screen with her. Hange in return teases him a lot about this info.
After his performance, Marco got a lot of job offers, but he decided to quite acting and become a doctor.
Annie cried when she watched the finale episode.
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jjkeremika · 5 months
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it is hot (with you; love you)
description: eren and mikasa make love in a hot spring… that is all…
pairing: eren x mikasa, eremika (aot, snk)
universe: og/original
**smutty**
Eren found peace in the hot springs, often spending his free time hiking well within Wall Maria to the hot spring, sauna and spa resort in the mountains.
A small cabin complex for weary travelers, wedged into the side of the mountain, small pools of hot water scattered, isolated. The long trees and tall rock structures surrounded the spring like a cocoon, wooden planks imitating walls creating roof-ed structures.
Eren would sit naked on the smooth wooden surface, let the steam tickle his skin with a warm embrace. The hot dewy air made it easier to breathe, easier to bear the reality and responsibilities of this world. The bright shine of the near-setting sun on the water highlighted what little beauty was left to enjoy, made it more difficult to close his eyes on it.
He heard a splash and ignored it, keeping his eyes closed and breathing meditatively, spacing out his breath into three intervals of five seconds: five second inhale, five second hold, five second exhale. He was always alone here, the splashes always being a small animal or a twig falling in.
Being lost in the crystal-clear air of the mountains had its perks, one being that rarely did he encounter anyone. No one to ask who he was, why he was there, where he was going to, who he was running from. He never had an answer for those questions, or at least never a good one.
Never having to introduce himself, never having to actively be himself... The feeling erupting in his chest, like he had been uplifted from the ancient curse, like the weight of eternal and immortal expectations had dissolved like acid kissing skin... A taste of freedom.
It could only be made better with the company of select friends, the presence of certain family, the close shared proximity with the love of his life.
He thought of her... of leaving her behind. It was inevitable, and he was searching through his dreams for some solution to stop it, to live on by her side. His attempts felt futile, and as he sat in the most beautiful place alone, wondering if maybe he’d end up wasting the rest of his time cluelessly searching for a way to extend it, instead of spending it with her and everyone else too.
He used his forearm to wipe the water droplet from near his chin. Another perk of the sauna is, if it was hot enough, the sweat was indistinguishable from the tears.
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Eren had been feeling particularly dirty today and he'd had an awful premonition that were getting more horribly more vivid and despite Erwin and Hange's disapproval Levi still used Eren as titan-target practice. So it was a long day, and he really wanted nothing more than to hurry to the hot springs.
But Mikasa had insisted on visiting the replacement graves for their parents today, citing that it might be the last time in a while before they can visit again, and only Eren knew just how correct that statement was.
They were silent on the walk there, their bodies actively fighting the magnetic pull between their fingers as they walked.
At the grave site, they had become aware of the temperature drop, and Mikasa started shivering slightly, her muscles too fatigued from training to resist the cold.
He draped his sweater over her arm, his hands lingering on her shoulders as he thoughtfully placed the fabric in a way to keep her warm. The touch from his hands was warm enough, the area instantly heating up her skin and radiating throughout her body.
It was the walk around the cemetery, no particular destination, when Mikasa finally broke the silence: "How are you doing, Eren?"
He stopped walking momentarily, the question catching him off guard. He thought about what he was doing all the time; never how he was doing. Did he even want to burden her with that?
Was there any point in lying? This was Mikasa, she knew so much about him she could likely tell if he were lying from the sound of his voice.
And yet she trusted him so deeply she’d also reject that.
She stopped a couple paces in front of him and turned to face him. He debated how much to divulge. The details were long and nuanced and boring and he was still sorting them out.
“I'm... adjusting," Eren answered neutrally after pondering. Mikasa eyed him carefully, squinting as the final ray of golden light struck her face, lighting up her eyes.
He smiled lightly as he stared her, heat erupting from the center of his chest and spiraling out like an untamed fire. He suppressed the forming tears in the corner of his eyes, blinking them away. He always did think she was beautiful. He never told her that.
Maybe he should tell her that. "I'm happy right now." He smiled softly. With you.
She turned around to face ahead. She was skeptical, but she also doubted that skepticism, leaving her at a crossroads. He felt the stinging signal spread to his tear-glands, forcibly swallowing to take his mind off the sensation. "That's good. Maybe we should visit here more." She started walking again.
Maybe it was because deep down he wanted her to know that despite everything, he was still human, and he still needed joy and relief to survive; maybe it was because he wanted the most serene place in the world to be her surviving memory of him; maybe it was because the weight of the world was crushing him and the strongest soul in existence stopped in front of him and he so desperately didn't want to be alone.
Eren took a rushed couple steps and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a stop and causing her to twist her body to face him. "I want to take you somewhere. Come with me."
He didn’t wait for a response, just started leading without looking back to see if she truly stayed. She followed Eren to the mountains obediently, asking questions at first but stopping after becoming frustrated with Eren's cryptic answers. This place was sacred, exposing this place meant exposing his remaining solitude, his last freedom. Or maybe she'd be the spoon making it easier to taste.
When they'd finally arrived, Eren quickly rushed Mikasa through the main entrance and out the back. Mikasa was confused as there was little time to process her thoughts and surroundings, but she was amazed at how comfortable Eren was here, that alone was strikingly obvious.
He brought her to his most frequented spring, his favorite because of how isolated yet comforting it was. The enclosure was small and warm, moss covering the rocks and wisteria--fake, maybe--hanging between. He stopped in front of the open door and held his arm out, gesturing for her to enter. She did, glancing around in wonder, still taking it all in.
"A hot spring?" Mikasa asked, turning around to face the doorway. "This is where you come every day." It was more of a processing statement than a question and it didn't necessarily require an answer, but Eren nodded anyway. His future and dreams were cloudy and ambiguous; he didn't want tonight to be.
He started taking his shirt off, already warming up from the steam accumulating in the loosely closed-off room. "I love it here," he answered quietly, eyes gazing around the room, noting the small differences from yesterday. He moved on to remove his shorts.
Mikasa's face erupted into various shades of pinks and reds, her eyes widening slightly and fixating on Eren's eyes, biting her lip to relieve the tension from holding her gaze above his sculpted collarbones.
He shifted slightly to pull the short off his foot and Mikasa's eyes glanced at the glistening sweat forming on his sharp collarbones, pointing like an arrow towards the tough ridges that make up his abs.
She licked her lips, catching glimpses of his firm ass as he stepped into the spring, wading to the middle where it reached his naval. She gulped harshly as the water kissed up his thighs, instantly hugging his skin.
"I can't describe it," Eren sighed, running his hands over his face and letting the hot water forge different trails to his chest, his brown hair turning black as it absorbed the water. Mikasa's eyes followed the sweat traveling down his chest, watching it culminate into the reflection of the same site and watching the process in reverse. "You have to try it, Mikasa."
She pursed her lips, hesitant, before complying by slowly undoing the buttons on her shirt. She could feel Eren's eyes on her, intensely watching the finite movements of her fingers caressing the button, and she felt the heat rising to her cheeks. The thought of asking him to do it for her crossed her mind.
She shrugged off the top and her hands moved to the buttons on her pants, surprised at the increased breathability for her skin. Mikasa briefly caught Eren lick and bite his lip as he kept his eyes trained on her hands.
Eren waded closer, the water line settling now just above his hips. The water lapped at the paler skin, inching threateningly closer to where his cock was starting to harden. His breath hitched at the sight of her bending over to pull the pants over her knees, her cleavage rounding and the weight of her boobs distorting the structure, starting to fall out of the bra.
He kept his eyes fixed on her chest, fully aware of her gaze on him, as she started to stand up and stepped out the pants, leaving them on the floor.
She placed her hands delicately on the thin straps of her lace panties, and she was secretly psyched at her bold choice this morning. Eren stepped forward, the water loudly splashing out of the way, a splash lapping at her feet.
"Wait," he said quickly, "wait." He looked up at her from in the pool, the water to his knees. He held one hand up to her. "May I?" There was a hopeful rejuvenation sparkling in his eyes, an unspoken promise on his tongue.
His hands were inching towards her hips, giving in to an unseen magnetic pull, like he already knew she'd say yes. She'd paused in disbelief, her body becoming unbelievably warm. "Mika?"
As soon as the breathless "Yes," landed in one ear, Eren's hands snapped to her hips, holding the thin delicate fabric so tightly in his rough hands. His palms and forearms rested against the length of her thick thighs, the fading light still highlighting the muscle.
Eren took a slight step forward, disturbing the peace of the water and pressed his face to her crotch, still clutching onto the panty straps, like he'd drown if he let go. Eren inhaled deeply, a shiver ran down his spine and pulsed right to his cock because she smelled so, weirdly delicious.
He swallowed the saliva building on his tongue and rested his chin just above the top panty line. He stared up at her to find her staring at him, both hands reaching to his hair for stability. He could feel her heart beat to the pelvic muscles; she could feel the panty fabric dampen.
His throat was dry and he was at a loss for words as he stared at her and slowly started tugging down the straps. He stopped when the fabric had bunched just above the lips, letting them teasingly peek out at himself, and he licked his lips. Eren bit the fabric quickly, pulling back, looking up to make eye contact with it in his teeth before abruptly letting it recoil back and roughly yanking the rest of the panties down.
His hands immediately wrapped to her butt cheeks, grabbing one in each hand, like they were his new life support in the still pleasant waters. Mikasa moaned as he fondled the skin, grabbing and folding the soft flesh in his strong, rigid grip.
Meanwhile his mouth pressed kisses like it was paying a nonexistent fare as his mouth ventured lower, lips meeting lips. Her soft gasps served as conductors, waving him on. He sucked firmly, licking out exploritorily, smirking as his tongue registered the taste of her.
Eren lowered one hand from her ass cheek to between her thighs and swirled his thumb in the fluid. She was more wet than the steamed air.
He smirked at the gasp Mikasa released as his thumb cautiously pressed between the labia, his tongue following his finger and his mind making mental notes of where he'd touched that she was the loudest.
His thumb slid easily on her wet skin, alternating pressure with light thin tongue flicks or hard flat licks. Butterflies and extreme heat erupted in her stomach, spreading across her body like wildfire instantaneously.
"Oh, Eren!" she moaned loudly, clutching onto his scalp and pushing her weight onto him slightly, her knees wobbling from the pleasure.
Eren firmly grabbed one thigh in his hand and guided it to rest on his shoulder, his other hand supporting her standing leg. He supported her weight and she pressed into him and tightened her thigh to his face as he continued to lick hungrily at her clit, happier with this angle, with the weight of her thigh against his cheek.
After a few moments he smacked her cheek and pulled his head away, staring up at her with shiny eyes and a moist mouth. “On the ground,” he ordered.
Mikasa instantly obeyed, scampering onto the cold stone ground and sitting down. She hummed as the strangely cool rock soothed the hot stinging of the smack.
He leaned over her a heart’s beat later. Within seconds he was hovering over her legs, manhandling and kissing up her thighs, biting at the skin and licking to make up for it.
Eren moaned when he tucked his nose to her pussy and delicately touched his tongue to her clit again, his hands gripping her thighs that squeezed together, blocked by his head, pressing against his cheeks instead.
The pleasure went on for minutes, the sound an ungodly symphony, before the skin became too raw and too sensitive and Mikasa had to push his face away.
She was aching to catch her breath, her chest heaving, her heart racing, her pulse electrifying. He was smirking at her, also breathing deeply, like he were willing to sacrifice air to drink more of her. His eyes sparkling like he were staring at an angel; she was shining with a halo of sweat and condensation.
Mikasa opened her mouth to say something, barely got the semblance of an “I” out when Eren had lunged to her, the magnetic pull becoming too overwhelming to ignore anymore. Their mouths collided, his hand reaching out to hold her in place, and it felt like the steam from the sauna had penetrated their barriers.
She had moved to hover over his lap, lower thighs kissing but upper thighs barely touching, yearning out and aching to close the space. Eren’s hands were too busy exploring her breasts and upper back to pull her closer, and he was too overstimulated to focus on the drops landing on his hard cock, the mixed droplets of his saliva and her discharge.
Eren’s brain was short-circuiting: there was too much of her to focus on, and there were so many sensations of her skin of his to process. She was overwhelming.
Eren loudly moaned when her hand shyly reached for his cock, confidently gripping it yet stroking it coyly. The contradictory strokes sent electrifying waves of pleasure to his brain, pumping more blood back to his cock so he could feel it more.
The noises blissfully slipped out of his mouth as she tugged on him, kissing and nipping softly at the skin on his neck while bouncing lightly on her knees, letting her clit just grace his tense thigh, the ghostly friction teasingly divine.
When the heat boiling inside became too much and the heat from the moist air made the sweat stick to his skin, Eren roughly gripped her bum with both hands and pulled her onto her lap.
She fell into him, yelping at the sudden motion then quickly moaning at the friction between her wet clit and his thigh, the moist sheen between causing her to slide towards his crotch, his hard cock upright wedged between their abdomens.
He waited until she made eye contact before kissing her, brushing a strand of hair from her eyeline then holding her neck. He used his other hand to guide her hips as she rocked back and forth, both of them moaning softly into the other’s warm mouth.
Mikasa used her hand to lather his cock in the wetness that had gathered between her legs, the mixture of sauna steam and sweat and saliva and fluid. Eren’s eyes screwed shut and his face twisted in pleasure at the movements, pulling away from the kiss and softly moaning her name, his grip on her skin tightening.
The steam was infiltrating his mind, he could feel the water lift the weight of everything despite the very real muscular weight shifting in his lap. He felt the buoyant feeling in his chest, lifting the shackles.
“Mikasa,” he started softly, tears welling into his eyes, “whatever happens…” He tucked his nose into her neck, unable to look at her. A hot tear slid down his cheek. The words choked in his throat, making it hard to breathe.
Her hand firmly gripped his cheeks and forced him to look at her. She was smiling so softly, a look that made the warmth of the sauna air around them feel cold. Her thumb unknowingly wiping away the tear.
“I know, Eren,” she replied soothingly, rubbing her thumb once or twice against his cheekbone. “Me too.” He returned her smile before she kissed him gently, slowly, so slowly Eren wondered if time had been paused. “Always,” she murmured against his lips.
“Always,” he whispered quickly in agreement, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.
She lowered onto his cock, the explosive burst of electricity inside drastically drowning out their quiet tones, amplified the feeling ten thousand-fold.
Eren’s lips hovered over her chest, panting, periodically pressing kisses or nips to the goose bumped skin. He pawed between her bum and hips as he rocked his hips in rhythm with her bounce, drinking in her loud moans.
The motion was slow, not greedy like before. The kisses were softer and more tender, the touches were longer and warmer. The pleasure felt amplified somehow, like the crowded steam air made it impossible for it to evaporate, keeping it condensed inside them, making every touch and every movement and every kiss feel so much more powerful.
He gently rolled them over, carefully placing his hand behind her head to prevent it from hitting the hard rock.
Her nails clawed into his back, breaking through the steam-heated skin but stopping at the strong muscle, leaving raised red reminders for tomorrow.
He thrusted in and out, slowly, taking his time, like he had all of it in the world. Mikasa’s fingers clawed at his pecs with one hand and the other grabbed a fistful of Eren’s overgrown hair, dragging him closer.
When the sensation in her pelvis spread to the rest of her body and her toes started to curl, she wrapped her arms underneath Eren’s shoulders and held him close, eliminating as much of the distance between their skin. The sweat acted like magnetic glue, pulling and sticking their bodies together with intricate forces.
She moaned loudly and unapologetically, taking each thrust as he whispered compliments and novelties in her ear, telling her she looked so gorgeous like this, being fucked by him.
She was too breathless to tell him he looked and felt godly, hand crafted by a higher power. She worried he’d laugh at her anyway.
Eren was rapidly approaching his climax, and from the way her thighs clenched around his waist—so tight practically preventing him from moving—he could tell Mikasa was too.
He pushed deeper, fighting against the strength of her thighs around him to pull out ever so slightly and using even more force to push deeper inside. Only two hard pumps and he came inside her, Mikasa still grinding herself against his overstimulated cock, causing him to choke out her name and jerk his hips back, which her hips instinctively chased.
Her thighs loosened around him and he slipped out. He layed onto the cool stone and pulled her into his arms, resting her head onto his chest, her skin hot and red and sweaty.
He stared at the wooden ceiling, wondering if his vision was so blurry because of her or the steam. He closed his eyes. He didn’t even care if it was blurry. He was in his favorite place with his favorite person, living in his blissful freedom.
She lifted her head a little to look at Eren, their eyes and lips aligning. “Mikasa… I…” She stared at him with a happy, cozy smile, like the ones they’d wear when they snuggled with his mother by the fireplace when they were kids—at home.
The words choked in his throat. Tears welled in both their eyes, but her expression didn’t waver. He kissed her instead, mouthing the words into her mouth, etching them inside with his tongue.
He relaxed into her touch, fell into her intoxicating kiss all over again, when she carved the reciprocal sequence of letters into his mouth.
Love you.
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ambrosialdesire · 7 months
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18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI
pairing: s4 eren x fem!reader word count: 2.5k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, one-sided pining, childhood friends, p*rn w/ plot, non-con, manipulation, guilt-tripping, loss of virginity, forced fingering, forced f oral sex, vaginal sex, bounded hands (kinda), panty-gag, praise & degradation, slight edging, spitting, hair-pulling, forced cheating, all characters are 18+ synopsis: ignoring the romantic feelings of the man you thought was your beloved childhood best friend was never your intention, but you should have given eren a shot. maybe then you wouldn't be begging for forgiveness underneath the star-filled sky. a/n: continuation of boundless, as requested by many anons hehe so this is just straight up smut, mostly cause i'm still practicing how to write it. no i will not write a third part of this little series but i will accept asks about it just like any other fic i've written. i also reached over 500 likes since the start of this blog and i wanna thank y'all sm for the support!! i really didn't expect this much love towards my silly writing and i'm really grateful to be able to share a small piece of what i like to do. have fun with the read! i would love some feedback on the smut and how to improve it cause i feel like it's not up to par lol note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.
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A good god would never hurt their creations.
A good god would never bestow pain, sickness, or selfishness within their creations.
A good god would be morally just.
If there was a god here, they wouldn't have created this hellhole called Paradis. If there was one, what a cruel and merciless creator they'd be for letting thousands upon thousands of cannibalistic monsters live across the land.
No amount of written literature or street-wide sermons could convince you that any sort of higher being would create this generational agony out of the kindness of their heart. What was the lesson that humanity needed to learn? Why create this animosity towards the beings that you supposedly love?
You believed in no god. No merciful god was able to exist on this forsaken island.
Yet as Eren pressed the pads of his fingertips against the nub of your clit, the pleading incantations for something or someone — anyone — could not cease from spilling out from behind the cloth.
He sighed in annoyance but still rubbed it in slow circles. "I'd love to hear your voice but you know the rules up here. You don't want to get in trouble do you?"
The amount of pressure around your wrists tightened to the point that you thought he was going to break them, hot tears spilling out of your cheeks. To the best of your ability, you tried relaxing but your legs tensed and squeezed around Eren's waist as he began to pick up the pacing. You wanted to believe that he wouldn't hurt you, the dearest boy that you've loved ever since the two of you were little.
"Good girl." He quietly praised under his breath and you couldn't help but feel your heart ignorantly skip from those simple words, parts of his now-long brown hair falling over his eyes as he focused on your lower half.
His eyes had always reminded you of a clear morning sky, bright and confidently focused on the future ahead of him. You've adored those turquoise-blue eyes of his for years, admiration running through your veins whenever you shared a look with him. Now as you were able to catch a glance of them as he played with your now-throbbing clit, only dread crawled up your spine.
He was unrecognizable, a build-up of years of pain and resentment rippling off in a dark stormy sky. This was someone who simply existed to get revenge, tearing through everything to get what he wanted in the end.
This man wasn't your best friend. This man was not your Eren. This was no longer the boy that you playfully chased after over hills and through alleys. Whoever this was on top of you is a stranger.
A monster.
A demon.
He began to dip two of his fingers into your hole, a small shudder of breath escaping you as he slowly pushed one of his digits in. "Fuck, you're tight. That asshole doesn't know what the hell he's doing with you."
It hurt, the stretch from only two of his lithe fingers was foreign to your body. The sound of them going in and out with the slightest sounds of squelching made you cringe internally.
Your boyfriend never touched you once, both you and him promised to save each other until marriage. The idea gave you comfort at the time that no matter what, this fight will be worth it in the end. Since the Titans started to slowly thin out, the chance of finally starting a family with him became even more likely. It seemed that the world thought otherwise, digging its claws deep within your flesh. You shook your head towards Eren, who raised a confused eyebrow before grinning ear-to-ear.
"Don't tell me he never touched you?" He let go of your wrists and the warmth of his hand left from between your thighs. You thought he was letting you go scot-free. The two of you would just forget this night ever happened and go back to pretending that you were the best of friends. Unfortunately, you thought wrong.
Once Eren got an idea in his head, it was difficult to convince him otherwise.
He suddenly grabbed your waist, pulling your lower body close to his face, your legs dangling on-top of his shoulders. His arms tightly wrapped around your stomach and held you upside down, blood rushing to your head. You struggled around for a little bit, confusion and terror melding into your expression before he pressed his mouth against your hardened clit and sucked.
"He's missing out then." He groaned and the vibrations shot through your body, hands gripping at the blanket underneath you. Like a starved man, he lapped up your fluids like it was going to be his last meal. You felt dizzy, from the position you were in and how feverishly focused he was as he continued to lick your folds. A muffled whine came out of your mouth as his tongue started to tease around your slick opening, your head shaking back and forth as you stared at him with scared eyes.
Eren ignored you, squeezing your body even closer to his, tongue now slipping in. He started to hold you with one arm and reached over to play with your clit as he prodded the muscle in you, your legs squeezing around his head. You tried to ignore the pulse in your core when you felt him press against your back, the tears coming back in full force. Never in years have you felt this powerless, especially when it was coming from the very person that you've always looked highly upon.
You felt disgusted as his saliva intertwined with your slick began to drip down your pussy, the flesh becoming glistened in the moonlight. Feeling his fingers soon dip in along with his tongue had you loudly exhale into the gag, your legs shaking as the tips of his fingers brushed against a particular spot with you. He kept poking and prodding till you could feel a heavy pressure build up in the pit of your stomach, an exploding desire to finally release something in your body had your eyes tightly closed shut.
You tried imagining the man that was enjoying you was your boyfriend, that this was your honeymoon and that he was the one that was pleasing you. Yet your body and mind refused to think picture him. The hands and fingers that touched you was far too calloused to be his. The hair that brushed against your inner thighs was too long. The body against yours was more muscular than his.
No matter what you tried to deny, this was Eren. Completely and wholly Eren.
A throaty groan made your whole body tense up and your eyes shoot back open. Eren finally pulled away from your lower half, his eyes half-lidded and dazed with lust. You were in a haze, confused and partially irritated that the pleasure was suddenly stopped, leaving you horridly unsatisfied. His mouth was covered with your fluids and you watched him run a tongue over his lips, a grin forming as he knew what you were thinking.
"I wanna feel you cum on my mouth another time. If I waited any longer, I would've came in my pants." He teased, letting you finally rest flat back on the blanket. You heard the click of his belt and the shuffle of his pants being pulled down, his lower half settling back in-between you.
"Watch me put it in." You shook your head in refusal and closed your eyes once more, but he didn't take that response well from the way he grabbed the top of your head and pulled at the hair roughly for you to look down.
"I said watch." He bore his teeth at you as tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the pain making you open them back up. You wished that you kept them closed, your breaths beginning to quicken as you realized his cockhead was getting close to your entrance.
It was a pretty cock, not too girthy nor was it too short. The tip was flushed a soft pink from what you could see in the moonlight, already dripping and glossy with precum. Tufts of dark brown hair trailed down towards the base of it and there was a shadow of a protruding vein that you were able to see on the side of his shaft.
Eren used his other hand to align himself to your hole, and you begrudgingly watched and felt him slowly sheath himself into your pussy. Agony was the first sensation that shot through your body, hands twisting the filthy sheet underneath you. The stretch burned your core and you painfully whined against the gag.
"Fuck — fuckkk — you're so warm and tight." He moaned as he released his hand from your hair. You felt grateful that he hadn't made any sudden movements, letting you at least adjust to the insertion. Perhaps there was still some form of compassion in the man you knew.
His hands went to your hips, gripping and kneading around the fat. You could feel him shaking, his cock twitching against your walls. Eren was never good at restraining himself and it showed, a muffled cry slipping out of you as he began to thrust without warning. You watched as his dick rhythmically slid in and out of you, splitting you in two.
"You're fucking mine, you hear me?" He hissed as he continued to rapidly plunge into your slopping cunt. You let out a muted cry as the palm of his hand made contact against the side of your ass, a stinging pain forming. "From the moment we were kids to now, you were and have always been mine."
He was relentless as he pounded into your pussy, every thrust caused sharp but muffled moans into the gag. You wanted to fight back but when you looked back into his eyes, your heart sank down to the pit of your stomach.
Desperation.
The most recognizable expression you've witnessed on others on numerous occasions. He fucked you like it was the last thing he'd ever get to do, as if this was a necessity. The tormented expression in his face, the way he bit down on his lip and dug his nails into your hips. No doubt he felt guilty for taking you like this, it was like he had no other option left.
His fingers reached over in between your lips and ripped out your spit-soaked panty, tossing it to the side. You took in heavy gulps of fresh air before he pressed his lips against yours, sloppily rubbing his tongue against yours. It was like he was trying to devour you whole, almost taking the air away from your lungs.
Eren pulled away with a pant, letting you moan out to the world without any more obstruction. "You're a cruel bitch, ignoring my feelings for years like this. Running to some bastard that'll never understand you."
His hips started to slam angrily against yours and reflectively, you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging and poking against your cervix, whines slipping out of your lips as he continued to push his dick against it.
"E-eren, I'm s-sorry." You begged, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes, hoping that he'd ease up on your poor hole. You heard him breathily scoff at your weak apology.
"Yeah? You're sorry?" He half-heartedly laughed and put one of his hands under your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together. "If you're really sorry, open your mouth for me then slut."
You hesitantly obeyed, confused with his request but at least he stopped thrusting so violently. He grinned cockily and spat on your tongue, your face contorting to a grimace as you felt the warm and thick liquid rest on the surface. You wanted to spit it out, almost gagging as it was nearly sliding down your throat but Eren stopped you from turning your head to eject it out.
"Swallow it." He absolutely lost his mind if he thought you were going to do that. You glared at him but he simply smiled smugly, running his fingers through your hair, lightly tugging at the strands.
"Swallow it and I won't cum in you." The second he said that, your blood ran cold, eyes widening in fear. He can't be serious, can he? This was Eren you were talking about, of course he'd be serious.
You hated this, you hated how it felt like you knew him but at the same time, knew nothing about him at all.
With one swift motion, you swallowed and started coughing, trying not to throw up the dinner you had nearly an hour ago. He pried open your mouth with his fingers, checking as if you really did do it and kissed you once more after he finished his inspection.
"Good, you're doing so good." He whispered into your ear as he rolled his hips, plunging you once more with his cock. You unintentionally squeezed him as he angled himself more to hit a spongy spot within your cunt, a dragged out moan coming out as the tip rubbed it.
"You like that, you whore?" You nodded wordlessly as you rolled your head back, pleasure swimming in your muddled brain. You could feel his fingers slip in-between your drenched pussy, curling against your throbbing clit.
"Ha— What would your boyfriend think? His so-called innocent girlfriend being a filthy cock-slut for her best friend." He teased as he rolled his fingertips around the nub, your core clenching around him. You wanted to tell him off — to stop mentioning your boyfriend — but you were so close to that release from earlier that you couldn't focus on what he was saying about him.
You could feel Eren start to speed up, his thrusts becoming more deeper and erratic, his fingers moving faster and faster against your clit until you couldn't hold it in anymore. You could barely hear him tell you that you can do it, that he was almost there too. Your walls gripped around his moving cock and your vision went white, every single muscle in your body became pulled taut as you finally came.
He didn't stop throughout your orgasm, letting out a broken cry as he finally stopped moving. You felt nothing until he sat up and pulled away from your body, whining quietly as he slipped his now-soft cock out of your still-sensitive pussy. With that, you could feel a warm liquid spill out of your hole.
"You p-promised." You sobbed out in a whisper and he silently stroked the side of your face.
"I didn't promise you anything, but I meant what I said earlier. I love you, I won't let anyone or anything take you away from me. Not even fate will tear us apart." Eren laid next to you, your bodies sweaty and sticky. You couldn't stop crying, letting the tears fall down your face as you stared up at the night sky with him.
"I'll take care of you, okay? You won't need anyone else but me from now on." His calloused hand took in yours, interlocking his fingers with yours and holding it firmly.
"Me, you, and our baby. That's all that matters in the world." You couldn't help but cry aloud at that.
If there was a god, good or bad, may they never let this child live through this hell.
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That eren guy messaged you again. He's drunk and horny and can't stop thinking about you, he's pretty sure you can't get him off your mind either. 😏🔞
So what now?
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That bastard! Who does he think he is! 😩
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Chapter 7: Don't Blame Me
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader
Rating: Explicit
cw: vaginal fingering, handjob, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal sex (missionary), creampie
Summary: Your relationship with Eren becomes more intense and more complicated than you ever bargained for.
Notes: Beer pong rules are different for everyone. Personally, I always thought it was gross having to drink the alcohol from the cup the ball lands in. That thing is tossed all over the place (like the nasty floor). These rules are a slight variation. Also, RIP Sandra’s bedsheets lol. Song is “Don’t Blame Me” by Taylor Swift.
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Playing beer pong versus your fuck buddy Eren Jaeger with a Spartan warrior as your partner is not what you expected when you agreed to go out on Halloween night. 
Mike drags you through the crowd, coaxing you into playing the game alongside him. Nearing the beer pong table, you notice Eren standing to the side next to a Delta Mu who’s dressed in a bumblebee costume. 
“Has anyone called dibs for the next round?” Mike addresses the crowd. “This angel and I would like to play next.”
When no one claims it, he looks at you, grinning. “You ready?”
“Sure. But I might be really bad.”
“It’s easy. Just throw the ball into one of the cups. If you make it, they have to take a shot.” He points at a small table to the side that has rows of shots lined up. “If they make it, we have to drink.” He puts his arm around you. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.”
You and Mike step towards the table at one end, rearranging the cups in the standard triangle formation, checking that they are still partially filled with water. Across from you is Eren and the Delta Mu woman. The opposing team. 
“Eren! My man. I guess we’re playing you. What’s your pretty friend’s name?”
“I’m Pieck,” she responds with a friendly wave. You return her smile, introducing yourself. You sneak a quick glance at Eren, who wears a scowl. He doesn’t look at you; his focus is on the cups on your side of the table. 
What’s going on in that head of his? Is he taking this game that seriously? 
Or could it be that he’s jealous? 
Eren, who fucks you like a madman then cuddles you lovingly, only to pretend that you don’t exist. Eren, who calls you baby and sweetie as he plows you into his mattress but acts as if he doesn’t remember your name at the parties. Eren, the man who refuses to share a meal together in public, while being totally obsessed with eating you out.
Can the guy who refuses to recognize any feelings for you really be jealous? 
You decide to test it out. 
Mike asks, “You guys want to go first?”
“Sure,” Pieck answers, offering the ball to her partner. 
He still doesn’t speak while he lines himself up and releases the ping pong ball, sinking it directly into the middle cup. 
“Nice,” Mike compliments. Eren simply shrugs. The urge to roll your eyes at his forced indifference is strong, but you manage to reel it in. 
Mike reaches over to the other table to grab a shot, ready to chug it until Eren finally talks, demanding, “I want her to take it.”
You look at him, startled by his sudden acknowledgment of you. He stares at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before. You recognize a hint of a smirk on his face. A glint of wickedness in his eyes.
“Fine,” you oblige, taking the liquor away from Mike and throwing it back. It burns trickling down your throat, but you do your best to avoid a grimace, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter.
“Can I take the first shot, Mike?” you ask your teammate. 
“Of course.”
“Can you show me how?” 
It isn’t difficult to throw a ping pong ball. You’re fully aware of how this simple game works. But with Eren staring daggers from across the table, you can’t help but milk this for all it’s worth. And knowing Mike, he’s going to take full advantage of teaching you all the right ways to play this silly game. 
He stands behind you, his voice low and husky. “You gotta angle your body, make sure you’re center.” Hands on your waist, he positions you correctly, pressing himself against you. His warm breath grazes your ear. “Just shoot straight and you’ll make it. You got this.”
Eyes forward, you avert Eren’s glare as you release your arm and toss the ball, landing it at the top of the triangle.
“Atta girl!” Mike exclaims, rubbing your shoulders. 
“I think the lifeguard should take the shot.” You point at Eren, refusing to say his name. He walks to the table and chugs it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His brow twitches, either from annoyance or amusement.
The game continues, Pieck going next and scoring, resulting in Mike drinking. This goes back and forth, tosses sometimes landing and sometimes not. Whenever either of you make it into a cup, you and Mike high five each other. A few times, he gives you a one-armed hug. Even once does he smack your butt, which at this point, you’re tipsy enough to not be embarrassed by. 
Eren broods in your direction, not at all interacting with his poor teammate, who still seems to be enjoying herself. You and Eren are playing your own private game with each other, your partners totally unaware of the unspoken tension hanging in the air. Every time he scores, his gaze drifts towards you, a slight crack in that frown of his, trying to contain the cocky smirk you know he wants to show off. 
Just a few cups left on both sides of the table, Mike prepares to launch his attack. Before he does, he turns to you, raising the ball to your face. “Blow on it. For good luck,” Mike says, winking. You give him a cheeky grin as you blow out a puff of air into his fist. From your peripheral, you see Eren roll his eyes, giving you a sense of satisfaction. 
It goes into the second to last cup on their side. Eren lets out an obvious groan, retrieving a shot from the table and downing it aggressively. Slightly wobbly, he gets ready for his turn. It lands into the corner cup, leaving one remaining on both sides now. 
Pieck and you both miss on your turns. There’s still one cup remaining at the very end of the table as Mike prepares to throw. 
“How about a kiss this time?” he asks you, tapping on his cheek. “For good luck, of course.” 
You hesitate for a split second, fully aware that Eren is watching. You want to see how far you can push his buttons. How upset you can make him. If he truly doesn’t have feelings for you, he wouldn’t care about your actions. But here he is, huffing and puffing all night because of a silly game. Maybe if you up the ante, he’ll break.
Besides, this is payback for all the times he made you feel like shit.
Leaning in with a pout, you plant an obnoxious smooch on Mike’s cheek. Smiling, he propels the ball and lands it straight into the remaining cup, winning the game.
The nearby crowd cheers, patting you and Mike on the shoulders. Smiling, you wrap your arms around his neck as he embraces you in return, his hands gliding to your waist. Eren stands at the other side, jaw and fists clenched. Pieck has a grin on her face, clapping. 
Mike reaches out to them. “Great game you two. That was fun.” You follow suit, shaking Pieck’s hand first. When you approach Eren, he takes your hand and squeezes it gently, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. You can almost feel him tugging you in closer, but he doesn’t. As soon as you let go, you miss the feeling of his skin on yours.
With one last glance at you, he goes to the corner where his big bro and Bertolt are, crossing his arms, sulking. 
Back to the same bullshit. 
Thinking this is the last interaction you’ll have with him tonight, you join your friends again in the kitchen, bragging about your win. 
“Eren looks pissed,” Connie chuckles. “He must really hate losing.”
“He looked like that the entire time. I feel bad for Pieck, but she was a good sport,” Mike mentions. He turns to you, smiling. “You did great, by the way.”
You wave him off. “Beginner’s luck. Besides, I had a really good teacher.”
“Yeah? I can teach you something else. If you’re up for it.” There’s thirst dripping from his low voice. You’re nervous and excited all at once, cheeks flushed with heat from the alcohol you’ve been consuming. Feeling a little reckless and loose.  
Entertaining the idea, you ask him, “What do you mean?”
He leans into you, breath hot on your ear, the sickly-sweet smell of liquor wafting from his mouth. “Follow me.” 
You swallow the saliva collecting on your tongue, letting him lead you out the kitchen. Mikasa wolf whistles, causing the rest of your friends to giggle while you head upstairs.
The two of you enter the first bedroom in the hallway, Mike shutting the door behind him. He steps towards you, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. You look at him, lips parted and breath shallow as he leans in closer to kiss you. 
His lips are plush on yours, facial hair rough against your skin. Your tongues slide around each other’s, kisses getting messier as he directs you to the bed. You lie on your back, angel wings crushed beneath you, legs dangling off the edge. He surrounds you, scattering soft kisses onto your neck. 
His body is hot and heavy. Your skin tingles with frenzy having him on top of you like this. 
But it doesn’t feel right. 
“Mike.” His name sounds foreign on your tongue. Unfamiliar and new. 
“Is this okay?”
“Yes. But I…” your voice trails off as his fingers drift down to fondle your breasts. His hands are bigger than Eren’s. The itch of his mustache on your neck is unusual. 
“What is it? What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He turns his face up to suck on your ear lobe, dragging it down with his lips. More heat rushes into your cheeks, overwhelmed by the sensation growing between your legs. You’re aroused; there’s no denying it. He’s sexy and titillating. Still, something isn’t right. 
It has nothing to do with him. It’s you.
You’re thinking about Eren. 
As Mike reaches the hem of your angel dress, you can’t help imagining Eren on top of you instead, his nimble fingers toying with the fabric of your white lacey panties. He mutters, “Fuck,” rubbing at the wet spot from your arousal. “Can I finger you?” 
In a daze, you nod, feeling his middle finger slip pass the lace into your slick entrance. 
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
In your mind, Mike’s dirty words are replaced with Eren’s low voice whispering good girl to you over and over again. The thought of him makes you wetter as Mike continues to pump into you.
“Can you jerk me off, princess?” He kneels beside you, shoving his Spartan kilt down his waist to free his erection. You wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking him. Wishing it were Eren instead.
Another finger slips into your pussy while he thrusts into your fist, grunting. You lie still on the bed next to him, flustered and hasty for him to come. Feeling guilty, thinking of someone else as he tries to pleasure you. He’s nice, he’s fun, he likes you. 
It’s not the same. He’s not Eren.
Mike’s dick twitches in your fist as he orgasms, cum dribbling out of his slit and dripping down your knuckles. He pulls out of you, observing your slick on his fingers. “Did you come?”
“Yes.” It’s a lie. You didn’t. 
Chuckling, he kisses you. He hoists up his kilt and hops off the bed. “Should we head back to the party?”
You sit up, stretching your defiled hand out. “I’m going to use the bathroom first. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Right. See you later.” He gives you a wink before exiting the room. 
Conveniently, there’s a bathroom in the bedroom. You walk to the sink, rinsing Mike’s cum from your hands. Searching the cabinets and drawers, you find a pack of baby wipes and clean yourself up, removing any evidence of your naughty deed.
Finally alone, you let out a prolonged sigh, processing what just happened. Everything feels wrong. Mike has been nothing but kind to you. And yet, Eren still lingers in the back of your mind. You’re in deeper than you ever expected. No matter how much you try to escape him, you always find yourself back in his clutches. It’s your own fault for letting yourself sink so far down the abyss. 
Checking yourself in the mirror one more time, you exit the bathroom. You’re startled to see an all too familiar figure leaning against the closed door of the bedroom. 
~~~
Eren doesn’t remember the last time he got jealous. In fact, he never gets jealous. 
That is, until tonight. 
He didn’t think he’d be playing beer pong with her and Mike fucking Zacharias. His whole plan was to do this foolish game to escape any interaction with them throughout the party. 
Maybe it’s karma. All the times he’s disappointed her are coming back to haunt him. The universe is telling him that he has to suffer for what he’s done. 
And suffer he does. He hates seeing them exchange high fives, one-armed hugs, little touches. Watching Mike rub her shoulders, even smack her ass at one point. The way he leans in close, just to show her how to throw a fucking ball into a cup. It’s repulsive. It makes him sick. 
She’s no better. She knows exactly what she’s doing, giving him little glances all while flirting with his frat brother. Challenging him. Testing him. It’s diabolical. 
It makes him want her more. 
He doesn’t focus on anything else besides her the entire time. Each shot he lands is to impress her. To prove something to her. Prove that he’s just as good as Mike fucking Zacharias.
When they lose, he’s tempted to flip over the goddamn table. Mike getting all the fucking glory for doing the bare ass minimum is revolting. She’s eating it all up, wrapping her arms around his neck, letting him put his hands on her waist. Eren doesn’t miss any of these tiny details. He memorizes it, stores it in his brain for later for whenever he wants his blood to boil. 
He’s jealous. He’s very fucking jealous. 
She comes here, dressed in that, only to ignore him the whole night to focus all her attention on Mike. It’s a taste of his own medicine, and he doesn’t appreciate it one bit. He’s losing his mind over it. Does he deserve it? Absolutely. He knows he’s been a dick to her. Still, it doesn’t feel good to have it handed back to him like this. 
He retreats to the side of the room where Reiner and Bertolt are, chatting with their friends Porco and Marcel. Reiner nods in greeting before saying, “Can’t believe you let Mike and that SNK girl beat you.”
“Whatever. It’s a stupid game.”
“At least you got to play with Pieck. She’s hot, right? Think you’ll hook up with her tonight?”
Eren forces a grin. “Yeah, maybe.” He won’t, but he doesn’t want to deal with Reiner at the moment. 
Porco joins them, pointing his thumb in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ve never seen Sigma Nu Kappa’s out at a party before. So weird. I thought they didn’t go out.”
Reiner rolls his eyes. “I wish they weren’t here. It’s killing the vibe.”
“What’s your beef with them?”
“I just don’t like seeing ugly bitches at a party,” he says, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Porco snickers, “You’re fucked up man.”
Bertolt remains his quiet self, observing Annie from afar as she talks to Armin by the refrigerator. Eren crosses his arms over his chest, exhaling deeply. He’s always known that his big bro is an asshole. It hasn’t bothered him much before, but for some reason, it irks him now. Reiner has made no efforts to socialize with any of the women of Sigma Nu Kappa. For him to spew misogynistic comments shamelessly solidifies the fact that he is a dick. 
Is Eren any better though? 
Reiner nudges him, asking, “Isn’t the chick you played the one who was with us at the food bank? She said some stupid shit about me having a shitty personality.”
He’s taken aback by his acknowledgement of her. “Uh, yeah. That’s her.” There’s a lump in his throat, nervous for what his big bro is about to say next. 
“Mike is all up on her. He really is a dog. Always going for the virgins and fresh meat.”
Alarms start ringing in Eren’s mind. As if he couldn’t hate Mike Zacharias even more, Reiner has to mention this. There’s a growing dread building in his chest, imagining the two of them together, Mike defiling her the way he did not too long ago. His ears are hot, either from the rage surging through his body or the alcohol he’s guzzled throughout the night. Is he supposed to stand here and watch this unfold in front of him? 
He watches Mike lead her away from the kitchen and up the stairs. She’s actually going through with it. 
Frozen in place, he stares at the staircase in the dark hallway, waiting for her to come down any minute, hoping she changes her mind. After several minutes, his hope dwindles, fearing the worst. Should he barge in and interrupt them? No, that’s fucking crazy. They’re not a couple. He has no right to stop her from hooking up with other guys. No right at all.
Several minutes pass. Mike descends the stairs with a goofy expression. Eren makes his move. He maneuvers through the crowd, sneaking into the kitchen to eavesdrop. The Sigma Nu Kappa sisters have since retreated to the dance floor, Armin and Connie joining them. Mike is surrounded by Erwin and a few men that Eren recognizes from another fraternity. He opens the fridge, hiding himself behind the door, listening.
“Where have you been, Mike?”  
“Just hanging out with a friend upstairs,” Mike answers. He can practically hear the cocky smirk forming on the douchebag’s face.
Erwin says, “I hope you were a complete gentleman to her. She’s a good girl.”
“Yeah, she is a very good girl, if you know what I mean.”
Eren nearly punctures the can of beer settled in his grip, but he keeps his cool and continues to listen. 
“Does Big Mike have a new girlfriend now?” one of the men teases.
“Whoa, hey. She’s a nice girl, but you know I don’t really do girlfriends. We’re just having a little fun together.”
“Where is she?”
Mike chuckles. “She’s still upstairs, cleaning herself up. Left a mess up there.”
Eren slams the refrigerator shut, having heard enough. Before he knows it, he’s dashing up the stairs, trying to determine which room she’s in. He goes into the first one, turning the handle slowly to check if it’s unlocked. When he enters, he notices a small lamp illuminated on the bedside drawer. There’s a sound of rushing water from a faucet. He turns in the direction of the bathroom, which is currently occupied. Shutting the door quietly, he leans against it, waiting with palms pressed to the wood in anticipation.
When she opens the bathroom door, her eyes widen at his unexpected appearance. “Eren?”
He fucking loves the way she says his name. She hasn’t said it all night until now, and he feels himself melting because of it. 
“Hey.” 
“What are you doing here?” She moves to the bed, sitting at the edge. 
“I wanted to check on you.” He steps towards her, noticing the halo sitting crooked on her head. He reaches out to adjust it, hand gliding down her hair to tuck it behind her ear. 
She peers up at him with delicate eyes, watching him carefully. “How did you know I was in here?” 
“I overheard Mike talking.”
“What did he say?” She sounds embarrassed. He isn’t afraid to rat Mike out for being a total idiot. 
“That you are a good girl. How the two of you are having fun together. Said you left a mess up here.”
She buries her face into her palms. “I can’t believe he’s telling people.”
“So, what did you do? Did he fuck you?” He doesn’t care anymore how brazen he’s being. He wants to know. He needs to know. The curiosity is eating away at him like acid.
She crosses her arms, taking a defensive stance. “Does it matter? It’s not like you and I are exclusive.” They’re fighting words. Hostile, especially that last statement. 
He shrugs, trying to seem unbothered. “I’m just curious.”
Stalling for a few seconds, she finally confesses. “He fingered me, and I gave him a handjob. That’s it.”
Despite his cool disposition, deep down, Eren can’t help but celebrate. That’s it. As if it was underwhelming. Mediocre. 
They’re silent, neither knowing how else to continue this conversation. She changes the subject, leaning back on her hands, asking, “Whose bright idea was it to put you in some red shorts and call you a lifeguard? It’s very half-assed.” 
He smirks at another one of her witty comments. The tension appears to be easing up a bit. “Hey, I’ve got a whistle on my neck, too. How much more accurate can I get?”
“Maybe if you perform mouth-to-mouth, it’ll be more believable.” She stands to tug at his whistle, pulling him in closer. 
“You’re naughty for an angel. You sure you’re not the devil in disguise?” He places his hands on her waist, lips grazing her ear. Fingers flirting with the risqué tear on her dress. “God, you drive me crazy. Getting me all riled up and shit during the game. Was that your plan all along? Make me jealous so I would fuck you like a slut?” His cock hardens beneath his shorts, the promise of sex palpable in the confined space between them.
There’s a mischievous smile on her face as she glides her hands up his bare chest. “So you were jealous. Interesting.” She tips her head towards his, lips barely touching as she whispers. “And who says you can fuck me tonight?” 
Before he can close the gap, she turns her back to him, slowly sliding the hem of her dress over her waist to reveal white lacey panties. 
His knees buckle. “Fuck, when did you get these?” He skims his thumb underneath the fabric, tugging it away just to hear it snap against her skin. 
“I bought them for my costume. Do you like it?” She cranes her neck to give him a playful smile, teasing him. It’s so fucking sexy. 
“What do you think? Look how hard I am for you.” He shoves his shorts down to free his erection, stroking himself as he marvels at her beautiful form in front of him. 
“I’m not going to give it to you that easy.” She lowers her dress and turns to face him again. Eyes gleaming with something Eren has never seen before. “You need to work for it.”
This is a different side of her. Usually, she’s obedient to him. Now, she’s tormenting him. Forcing him to beg for it. And he finds himself more than willing to do it.
“What do you want me to do? I’ll do it,” he mutters, salivating. Cock unbelievably hard in his fist, shorts pooled around his ankles. 
“Get on your knees.”
Without a second thought, he kicks his shorts aside and kneels on the floor, gazing up at her. Worshipping her. She presses herself against his face. He inhales deeply, taking in her scent. 
“You want me, Eren?” She grabs the top of his head by his hair and shoves it towards her clothed pussy. “Tell me you want me. Beg for it.”
“Fuck. I want you. I want you so bad. Please.” He continues to stroke his dick as she smothers him with her sweet cunt. 
She lifts the hem of her dress again, revealing the lingerie. Eren opens his mouth to feel the fabric on his tongue, licking at her covered clit. Frantic for any part of her that she’ll give him. 
“Were you really jealous?” 
“Can you blame me? You have no idea how fucking sexy you are. I want you all to myself.” 
“You do?”
He nods, rubbing his face across the lace covering her bud. Her slick seeps through the thin fabric, inviting him to indulge in her arousal. A guttural moan escapes from him as he sucks on it with his lips, drawing out as much of her as he possibly can. 
“Have you been with other girls?”
He shakes his head earnestly. “No. I haven’t.” This is the absolute truth. He hasn’t been with anyone else besides her. No matter how much he wants to live out this fuck boy lifestyle he idealizes, he can’t. Not while she’s around.
“And do you still want me? Even after someone else has touched me?” Her voice trembles. Guilt-ridden. Remorseful. She doesn’t need to be. 
He pulls away to gaze at her, confessing with conviction, “I want you more than anything.” 
Her breath hitches before she demands, “Take them off.” 
On her command, his hands slide up the sides of her legs, delighting in the familiar softness of her skin. He drags the white lace off her body, cock rigid against his abdomen, electricity surging through his veins. Patiently waiting to have her, to hold her, to be inside her. 
She picks up her feet to help him remove her panties completely. “You like feeling it on your cock, don’t you? Show me how you do it.”
“Holy fuck, you’re bad,” he groans, taking the lingerie and wrapping it around his stiff cock. Knowing these were just on her makes him even harder. He doesn’t know how much more he can take. It’s agonizing and thrilling all at the same time, having the roles reversed. He’s delirious under her will.
She walks backwards towards the bed, sitting at the edge again. Thighs spread enough to show him her luscious, glistening pussy. Eren’s not even a little embarrassed at the expression he’s making. Slack-jawed, eyes glazed, totally dumb and drooling over the vision before him. He has no shame anymore. He wants her. He wants all of her. 
He crawls over to position himself between her thighs, leaning in until he’s stopped. 
“Not yet. I want you to watch me play with myself.”
Fuck. His cock aches in the best possible way, enduring her torment as she leans back, masturbating in front of him, massaging circles onto her clit with a naughty look on her face. She knows what she’s doing to him. She’s enjoying it. Relishing how deranged he’s getting from being teased like this. 
“Let me eat it. Please, baby. I need it. Please.” He sticks his tongue out, too fucking eager to pleasure her, to be the reason she moans in ecstasy. Her fingers look delicious, shimmering in her arousal as she works them into her sopping cunt. 
“Go ahead. Give it to me.”
Arms spreading her open, he presses his face into her, lapping her up like a fucking rabid animal. He’s out of control, fisting his cock vigorously as he fucks her with his mouth, cherishing every emphatic moan she breathes out. The sounds of the party below are overtaken by the wet noises of Eren’s face buried in her arousal. The bass of the music from the stereo speakers is drowned by the pounding of his heart driven by adrenaline.
He slips one finger into her easily, then another. Pumping them in and out as he slobbers all over her puffy clit, sucking and licking as if his life depends on it. It’s erotic, obscene. Nasty. He wants to make a fucking mess. He yearns to see her pussy drip with cum and his spit. 
She starts to chant his name, gripping the sheets into fists and rocking against his sloppy face, climax quickly approaching.
“Come for me. Come all over my face, sweet angel,” he murmurs into her skin, delighting in the way she tightens around his fingers, now coated in her slick.  
“Fuck, Eren!” she cries out, bucking her hips as she orgasms on his face. The temptation to come with her is staggering, but the desire to make love to her overtakes it. 
“Baby,” he hums, kissing her swollen bud. “I want to come inside you. Will you let me? Please?”
In her blissful state, she manages a small nod while she scoots up the bed, laying her head on one of the pillows. He sits adjacent and starts to undress her, first by extracting the disheveled wings off her back. The halo is next, his fingers carefully tugging it from her hair, ensuring not to yank on any loose strands. He leans in to kiss her on the lips, face still damp with her wetness as he slips his tongue into her mouth. 
“He didn’t make you come, did he?” he asks, reaching for the bottom of her dress to hoist it off her.
“How’d you know?” She raises her arms above her to shimmy out of her costume. 
“I know your body. I’ve memorized everything about it.” He kisses her forehead, feeling her back to unclasp her bra. When she’s finally naked, he caresses her breast, lightly pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it’s firm to the touch. They kiss passionately while he positions himself on top of her. 
“Tell me what you want,” he mutters to her. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
She gazes at him, eyes flickering with anticipation and desire. “Make love to me.”
His heart beats faster. He smiles at her, whispering, “As you wish.”
~~~
He gently guides his cock into you, filling you in the most exquisite way. Your wet and needy cunt swallows him up perfectly. Once his whole length is inside you, he starts to thrust slowly, only increasing the pace when you wrap your legs around him, gasping in pleasure. You start to unravel beneath him, still dizzy from your first orgasm and so fucking desperate for the next.  
“You’re a greedy little slut tonight, huh? Getting finger fucked by Mike and now taking my cock,” he grunts out.
“Fuck, Eren. Right there. Keep fucking me like this,” you encourage him, tightening your hold on his waist. 
“He doesn’t make you come the way I do, does he?” 
You shake your head, agreeing with him. Unable to speak coherently to validate his statement. 
“I want to hear you say it.” He slows his thrusts, penetrating you deeper, hitting that sweet spot he always finds oh so easily. 
It’s exhilarating, has your heart racing and thumping in your chest. All you can muster is a frazzled, “Fuck.”
“Say it,” he demands again, aggression in his gruff voice. 
You swallow hard, blurting out, “He doesn’t make me come the way you do.”
He picks up the pace again, his cock pounding into you mercilessly. “It’s your fault I’m like this. For making me addicted to you.” 
His fingers travel down to your arousal, caressing your overstimulated clit. The sensation causes you to cry out his name. Your body feels on fire, a fever spreading from your core all the way to your fingertips.
“I can’t get enough of you. I want you all the time.” He slips his tongue into your mouth, his saliva spilling down your throat. Determined to fill you with as much of him as he possibly can. All you can do is whimper and succumb to the madness.
You grind your hips on him, matching his rhythm. He growls, “Fuck me, baby. Just like that. Fuck me. Make me come. Let me fill you with my fucking load. I’m so fucking close.” 
He slides his hands up your arms, holding them above your head. Interlocking his fingers with yours, fucking you senseless into the mattress. You can’t formulate words, only moans pour out of your mouth. Feeling your second climax approaching, you manage to breathe out a staggered, “Coming.”
Eren whimpers your name, moaning, “Fuck, baby. I’m coming too. I’m coming with you.” Your pussy tightens around him, gushing all over his cock as he releases inside you, filling you with his load. His eyes are shut tight, focused on riding out his high. 
When he’s done, he pulls out of you, cock dripping with cum. He retrieves your lingerie from the floor and slides them up across your legs and ass until they’re back on you. “Can you keep my cum inside you the rest of the night, baby? Please?”  
You nod at him with a dazed look on your face. He smiles at you, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. You kiss, tongues out and mouths open, licking each other sloppily in the afterglow of your rapture. He cups your cheek, thumb brushing your skin tenderly. It’s different from all the other times. It means something. 
You let out a giggle, feeling relaxed beside him. He kisses you on the forehead, then once more on the lips. The two of your remain silent, basking in each other’s warmth for one more minute. 
“We should probably go back to the party,” you suggest.
He chuckles. “Yeah. I guess.”
The two of you hastily clean up the mess you made. He helps you with your costume, giving you soft kisses while readjusting the halo on your head and the angel wings on your back. Double checking yourselves in the vanity mirror one last time, you walk to the door, turning the handle to leave.
When you open it, you hear shuffling and snickering on the other side. You step away from the door to inspect whoever’s been eavesdropping. It takes a few seconds to register in the dimly lit hallway, but when your eyes meet, you recognize them instantly
Hitch and Annie stand against the banister, shocked expressions on their faces. Staring at you, Eren, then back to you.
“What the fuck?” Annie yells out immediately. 
“That was you two in there?” Hitch asks.
You’re at a loss for words as Eren glares at them. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“We needed to pee, and the bathroom downstairs had a long line. Sandra said we can use her room,” Hitch quickly explains, twiddling her thumbs nervously. 
“What the fuck?” Annie repeats. 
“I’m outta here.” He leaves in a hurry, shutting the bedroom door behind him as he sprints down the stairs. Leaving you alone to deal with the shitstorm that’s about to unfold.
For a third time, Annie states, “What the fuck.” 
Hitch says your name softly before asking, “Are you two together?”
Shocked, confused, and alone, you’re unsure how to respond to the current situation you find yourself in. Eren just up and left you to deal with it on your own. 
You stammer, “I…Yes. Well, no. We’re not together.”
“What then? You’re just fucking?” Annie spits out, clear disgust in her voice.
You give her a simple nod, reluctant to say your answer out loud.  
She hisses out your name, exasperated. “Are you fucking crazy? You’re fucking Eren fucking Jaeger?”
Hitch tries to calm her as you stand there, rooted to the floor, a rush of thoughts clouding your brain. The secret is out, Annie is pissed, and you’re alone. 
“How long has this been going for?” Hitch looks at you with a concerned expression on her face.
“A couple weeks.” There’s no use in lying to them now. Lying will only make it worse. “No one knows. Not even Mikasa.”
“Why is it a secret? Did Eren put you up to this?” 
You hesitate for a few seconds, contemplating how you want to answer. “It was a mutual agreement.”
Annie’s voice rings out again. “That’s bullshit. He told you to keep it a secret, didn’t he? And like the dummy you are, you agreed. Am I right? Or am I right?” Her words hurt, not because she’s trying to be malicious. But because it’s the truth.
“Annie, cut her some slack.”
“No, I will not. You’re better than this. You deserve better than this.” 
You do your best to blink away the tears welling up in your eyes. This is not happening right now. Your mind is all over the place. “You don’t know him, Annie.” Your voice is small; it comes out as barely a whisper.
“Do you?”
“Of course I do.” That’s what you want to think anyways. In all honesty, Eren remains a mystery to you. 
In a softer tone, Annie says, “He will break your heart. I guarantee you.”
“Annie,” Hitch warns.
She continues. “Guys like him will say whatever you want to hear so they can get what they want. He’s using you. You’re too naïve and stupid to realize it.”
“Annie.” 
“There are people who care about you. And you choose to waste your time on him? You have to end it. Before you really get hurt.”
She’s right. It stings to hear it, but it’s all true. Can you take to heart all of what he says to you in the bedroom? Or is it all a ruse like Annie suspects? 
Still, you can’t let it go just yet. Not when there’s an inkling of hope in the dark void. 
“Give me time. I think…I think maybe he likes me.” Sniffling, you wipe the tears away from your cheek. 
Hitch comes beside you, rubbing your back affectionately. “If he really likes you, it wouldn’t be this complicated.”
Annie nods in agreement, her tough exterior softening as she steps forward to console you.
In a span of just a few minutes, you find yourself reeling from your immense high only to come crashing down to a new low.  
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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. for @somelattes with love <3
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Eren is a jealous little boi heuheuheuheu
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"Are you jealous?"
The question rang in his ears louder than the nocturnal creatures in the dead of the night. His left ear perching out involuntarily as if to continue listening to the next utterance that might've follow your faux cross examination. Eren felt the clamminess in his hands starting to grow while you awaited his answer. It was a valid question.
Was he jealous?
Was he jealous that you had chosen someone over him time and time again? Jean, Connie, Marco. The list could go on if he was being honest with himself.
He really never asked himself what that feeling brimming inside him was whenever you had heard something funny and looked over at Connie first. Or whenever you had an issues with your beat up Dodge D/W that was handed down to you by your father, Jean would be the first guy you'd call up.
Why not him? Why was he always the one who was asked to be chosen and not the chosen one by default? Why did he feel like he was second best? An option? Expendable?
The unexplanable feeling ruminating inside of him threatened to implode at any given moment. It was excurciating.
His once relaxed palms that rested behind him on the wooden porch has balled up into tight fists. "How could you even ask me that?"
You analyzed the way that his body had gone rigid. The way the vein in his temple had suddenly protuded and small droplet of sweat formed on his brow. His jaw ticked, and ticked and ticked.
"Of course I am, [name]." His fervent turquoise eyes met yours. Thick chestnut brows furrowed in frustration as he finally seemed to identify the source of his bitterness. You. It was you.
You had managed to play with his heart without him even recognizing it and he only had himself to blame, but in that moment he only felt discontentment toward you.
Albeit wrong, he felt that there was no one else to fall victim to his current resentment.
His words had electrified you. Eren was actually jealous?
If you were being honest with yourself it was only a gentle jab at him, but you had never expected him to fully admit to it. It didn't even seem real to you in that moment.
It was him. It was always him. If you had an ounce of courage, you'd have already admitted long ago that you would've chosen him over anyone else.
Of course, it would be awkward for you if you did. You didn't want to make it so evident that you had a raging crush on the kid you had grown up with. It felt embarrassing to dial up his number in times of need, so you resorted to members of the group that least likely make your blood pressure rise.
"Why are you smiling?" His face abruptly close to yours as he examined the delighted expression on your face. "Were you baiting me this whole time?"
You blinked. Head cocked to the side as your lips curled into a sweet smile. "No."
"No?" He breathed. The aroma of his cinnamon gum enticed you, urging you closer to him. You were eager to close the gap.
"No." You said firmly, shaking your head as you glanced at his lips that twitched in response.
His calloused hand cupped the right side of your cheek and you leaned into his touch. The sounds of the night seemed to grow louder as you felt your heart thrumming in your ears. "Tell me, [name]. Do you have feelings for me?"
He was impatient. He needed his answer and he needed it now.
"Obviously."
His fingers glided across your cheek to thread into your hair as he motioned lips to meet his in a hungry kiss. Your eyes widened as you gawked at his heavy lidded gaze. You felt entranced in that moment. A moment you had been waiting for since the day you had first discovered your underlying feelings for Eren.
His lips were warm and pillowy against yours and you felt the adrenaline coursing through your body. His kisses desperate and yearning as he tugged at your hair. A small moan escaped your lips as you yearned for his muscular physique and he parted them from yours. His stormy eyes cast down at you, almost annoyed with you.
His expression unreadable for a split second before he broke out into a lazy grin. He felt a sense of triumph.
He broke out into a fit of laughter as you swatted him away and he swiftly hoisted you onto his lap. You puffed your cheeks at him feeling embarrassment overcome you. You should've expected how unserious Eren could be.
He poked at your cheek. "Aw, don't be mad, Princess."
The nickname made the heat rise to your face. His lips pressed to your jaw causing your heart to flutter as he squeezed your form and rested his head on the slope of your shoulder. He inhaled you deeply. The soft smell of magnolia shampoo in your hair and the airy yet citrusy redolence of your perfume cascading into his senses. He was addicted to your scent.
His fingers gently brushed past the exposed side of your stomach and you shivered under his touch. You felt him smile against your shoulder as he faced you. Glimmering teal eyes taking you in. Any ill feelings had long dissipated.
You licked your lips as your glanced down at him. You leaned down to press a chaste, gentle kiss to his lips. The smile on his face grew in response.
You laughed. "Why are you smiling so hard for, idiot."
He didn't even skip a beat. "Because now I can make everyone else jealous."
You pressed your lips into a thin line and shifted your gaze to the night sky. His mirth loud in your ear clearly entertained by your frazzled expression. This had only fueled his desire to leave you flushed. His grasp on your hips tightened as he left a wake of kisses all over your face and neck. You were at his mercy as you scrambled to get away, though he knew you were loving every second of it as complaints turned into girlish giggles. He felt like he had won the lottery.
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mrskokushibo · 10 months
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QUICKIE
Eren Yeager x fem!reader one shot
I NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I
Synopsis: This is what you get for teasing Eren Yeager.
Warning: Smut. Dub-con. Rough oral. Penetration. Degrading. Dirty talk. Dom!Eren.
A/N: Short and not so sweet. My very first Eren and Attack on Titan fanfic ( I normally write for KnY and currently working on some JJK stuff).
Word count: 693
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You were pressed against the wall with Eren slamming his dick into you at a fast and brutal pace.
‘Stop squirming’ he growled out while grabbing your hips and holding them roughly in place.
‘Do not act like you did not want this. Do you think I did not hear you and your bratty friends giggle and make comments about me? How you thought I had a big dick and you so wanted to taste it, hm?’
‘Yes, I do want this, but not like this, not here’ you moaned out in the short pauses from your chest hitting the wall and you losing air for every thrust.
‘Oh yeah, this is not romantic enough for you. Right? Well, if you wanted me to take it nice and easy you could have dressed like a princess instead of a whore.’
He increased his pace and strength of thrusts, his teeth gritted and face contorted in a frown. He leaned down at your neck again and whispered in your ear.
‘You are either really nasty or really stupid. Did your Mummy never teach you to stay away from guys like me? Or do you enjoy teasing bad boys?’
You could not help but agree with him to some extent. You were always drawn to villains and he was no exception. Guys like that made you extra wet… And right now, you were wet, despite your protests, this was what you subconsciously wanted, what your sex needed.
‘Eren, make me cum’
‘Do you think a slut like you deserves to cum?’ he hissed in your ear.
‘I do, I’ll do anything…’
‘Anything...you say…’
He pulled out, grabbed your arm, and led you to the nearby desk.
‘Lay down and spread your legs’
You obediently followed his instructions and very soon, he entered you again. The new angle made his thick cock hit all the sensitive spots and you were moaning loudly and creaming on his cock. He looked down and with satisfaction noted the white ring forming around the base of his dick.
‘Someone is enjoying herself’ he sneered as he once again increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, sending you into overdrive.
Your arousal was reaching its peak and a few thrusts later you were dissolving in your orgasm. When you looked up at him a triumphant grin was adorning his face.
‘Well, well, I see you did want this after all.’
He pulled out of you and sat down on the nearest chair and said with a low and hoarse voice
‘You said you would do anything, so now, down on your knees so that I can fuck that pretty face of yours’.
You did as you were told. He leaned down to grab one of your breasts and with the other hand took hold of your ponytail. With a quick yank, he positioned your mouth at his hard cock and waited for you to open your mouth. As soon as you did, he pushed your head down and started moving you up and down on his thick girth. At first, he was only sinking you halfway on his dick, but very soon, as his arousal was growing stronger, he started pushing you deeper and deeper and slowly thrusting his hips into you.
You were gagging and gasping for air, but he was completely oblivious to that, drowned in his own pleasure using your mouth as a sex toy. Spit and precum were running out of your mouth, your makeup ruined by the tears running down your cheeks. He was thrusting hard and pushing your head down to meet his hips with equal brute force. You could feel him grow and twitch inside you and soon you were swallowing his warm load. Once he was done, he pulled your head away from his groin and looked you in the eye with a vicious and condescending grin
‘Now this is a good girl. Once I break you in you will become my precious slut, you will be addicted to this cock. And who knows, if you do good then maybe I will let you have some fun with my friends as well.’
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celesteleoves · 1 year
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“JEALOUS, JEALOUS GIRL.”
heavily inspired by lana’s song jealous girl that i NEED on spotify.
eren jaeger x fem!reader
warnings: jealous reader, mentions of hurting someone (not literally!!?!?!!!), swearing (from reader lmfao, you’re angry)
summary: in which, you get very jealous over a girl being too friendly with your boyfriend.
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“you’re so hilarious! how are you still single, eren!” you felt your eyes twitch at the female cashiers words.
“huh? i’m no-” eren tried to protest against her words but was cut off by her rambling about herself and him.
she was clawing at your boyfriend as he tried to order your food. you sat at a table near by, practically starting a fire from the anger and jealous that was emitting your body.
your boyfriend was not giving her the time of day and was actually being very blunt with her, making it obvious he was not interested and just wanted his food. still, apparently this oblivious cashier didn’t know what no meant and even followed him as he moved to stand at the other side of the counter waiting for your food to be finished.
never would you imagine you would want to smash a persons face into the ground to the point they had no jaw, besides this girl. did she not notice how standoffish your boyfriend was being?
it was no doubt eren is a very fine man but come on, he hadn’t given her a slightest bit of attention and everytime eren looks back at you, you’re either starting at your hands or glaring at the girl infront of him. he was practically pleading for help everytime she said something outlandish.
he desperately tried to tell her he had a girlfriend, even tried to show her photos of you multiple times and tell her you were sitting down at a table nearby! he could barely get his words out as she interrupted his words with a desperate attempt at making him fall for her, batting her extremely thick eyelash extensions that did NOT suit her face.
you almost pushed yourself out of your seat and went over to her to rip her eyelashes off but calmed yourself down and told yourself that she would back off once she saw you. you were painfully wrong as eren had gotten the food, apologizing profusely while you told him it was alright and it was the cashiers fault, not his.
you two had finished eating your food peacefully and went to leave the restaurant. as you and eren interlocked hands you felt yourself getting pulled back as eren was tugged by his hoodie sleeve quite aggressively.
“c-can i have your number?” the cashier from earlier had dared to walk up to eren even after seeing him with you?
“no fucking way.” you hissed quietly as she pouted up at erens tall figure. god she got on your nerves and you don’t even know her (besides that she’s a total brat and goes for men with girlfriends).
“n-” eren went to speak but this time you cut him off.
“he’s fucking taken, if you couldn’t tell.” you moved infront of eren, pushing her hand off of his sleeve with a scowl.
“are you that blind that you couldn’t see me holding his hand? maybe it’s those big ass eyelashes you have on your eyes, how can you even see?” she was absolutely baffled at your words and backed away quickly as her cheeks embarrassingly flushed while she looked irritated with your attitude that was very much needed in this situation.
she turned on her heal with a small whine and scattered back behind the cash register.
you grabbed eren by the arm and pulled him out of the restaurant quickly, beginning your walk to your car as you felt his stare on you.
you turned to look at him and saw a small, loving grin on his face.
“what?” you frowned as the self doubt thoughts finally hit your mind from the events that occurred only minutes ago.
“nothing, just love you s’much.” eren leaned down, grabbing your waist as he pulled you in for a kiss, mumbling about how much he loves you and loves only you. nothing could change his adoration for you.
in erens eyes, you were his hero and the spitting image of everything he’s ever wanted. he wouldn’t change the relationship he has with you for anything.
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a/n: HEYY! im just posting this really awful draft i wrote for eren while i make little oneshots for a few other of my favourite characters!! this is quite bad so ignore the lack of effort i put into it please!!
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