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[nova2kss]

“i’ll keep fuckin’ you ‘til you forget what we even arguing about.”

|full smut for this scenario|

(Eren Yeager x Black Reader — smut, 18+ only, MDNI — rough makeup sex, arguing, light choking, dominant Eren, degradation, possessiveness, spiteful pleasure, raw, unhinged energy)

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It started in the car.

You were going off — over something small, something stupid — but with you and Eren, stupid arguments always turned into full-blown shouting matches. And he just sat there, chewing the inside of his cheek, staring straight ahead with that slow-building anger in his jaw.

By the time y’all got back to the crib, you slammed the door, cursed under your breath, kicked off your shoes hard enough to bounce off the wall.

He followed you in silence.

Until you turned to him and said, “You never listen. You only hear what you wanna hear.”

That’s when he snapped.

Now you’re pressed into the mattress — one hand flat on your lower back, the other wrapped firm around your throat — while Eren fucks you with slow, mean, purposeful strokes. Not to make you cum. Not to make you beg.

To prove a point.

“You done actin’ like I ain’t the only one that knows how to make you shut the fuck up?” he growls through his teeth, sweat dripping from his temple as he slams into you again. “Keep fuckin’ talkin’, see what happen.”

Your legs are trembling — slick, weak, open — but your mouth? Still reckless.

“I wouldn’t be talking if you wasn’t—”

Smack.

His palm hits your ass hard, and before you can suck in another breath, he grabs your jaw and drags your face back toward his.

“You wasn’t what?” he sneers, hips snapping into you with brutal precision. “Say it. You was loud earlier, right?”

You whimper, eyes fluttering, body bouncing under the force of his thrusts. His grip on your throat tightens just enough to make you gasp, then loosens just as quick — making your whole body buzz with heat.

“Keep talkin’,” he spits, slamming into you again, deeper. “I’ll keep fuckin’ you ‘til you forget what we even arguing about.”

You try to keep your head up. Try to keep that attitude. But your body betrays you.

The moment his dick brushes that spot — the one that makes your knees buckle, your back arch, your moans crack in your throat — you fold.

You grip the sheets. Whimper his name. Try to pull away, but he grabs your waist and pulls you right back. “Nah, don’t run now,” he mutters. “You wanted to argue, so argue with this dick.”

He pounds into you harder, the headboard slamming, your voice raw from moaning too loud — and you feel yourself coming undone. The orgasm hits like a wave, crashing through you, pulling the breath from your lungs.

Eren groans — low, possessive, nearly a growl — and finishes deep, staying there, grinding against you, breathing heavy in your ear.

Neither of you speak for a moment.

Your body is still shaking, skin slick, mind blank.

Then Eren leans down and kisses your neck — slow, almost sweet — and mutters:

“You done runnin’ that mouth?”

You let out a weak laugh, voice hoarse: “For now.”

He smirks.

“Good. Now roll over — I ain’t finished with you yet.”

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[nova2kss]

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summary: you take a girls trip to Miami with your best-friend. Eren gets jealous from a story he saw, and when you get home, he reminds you who you belong to—with dick.

wc: 2.9k

cw: eren yeager x black!fem reader, established relationship, smut (mdni), rough, jealousy, creampie, dom!eren, possessiveness, slight degradation, choking, overstimulation, oral (f. receiving), eren is a lil toxic, raw sex (use protection), use of “papa/pa”, use of n-word (by reader), use of ma/mama

MIAMI, FL 🌴

You’ve been away almost a week now, finally giving in to your long-time best friend, Zayla’s, pressure and booking a girls trip to Miami, just to get away from what y’all were used to.

Eren wasn’t too happy about it, he sulked and pouted around your shared penthouse as he overheard you two planning it, but you were grown—he’d live.

The trip had been the most fun you’ve had in a while: the sun out, free drinks, music, and skin kissed by salt and sun. You finally felt free from the life you were used to, trying new things, going to new places. But then, that one night—when y’all ended up at a random ass club downtown—changed the whole vibe for the rest of the trip.

Saturday, July 20th — 11:12PM

Zayla was drunk asf, her story catching everything it didn’t need to catch. In one clip, you were posted up in a booth, talking to some random guy you just met. He made you laugh and was actually polite and sweet. It was harmless, until your phone dinged in your hand.

Eren❤️: Who’s that all up on you in the back of Zayla story?

Eren❤️: When you gon’ stop playing with me lil girl?

You blinked, once, twice, growing annoyed.

You: what are you talking about ‘ren ??

Eren❤️: You know what I’m talking about.

Eren❤️: You think you can be friendly just because I’m not there to make it obvious you mine?

You frowned. This nigga was really trying to ruin your night.

You quickly switched tabs to Instagram and checked Zayla’s story. Sure enough, there you were—tight black 2 piece hugging every inch of you, makeup glowing, smile bright and wide. And yeah, the guy you were chopping it up with leaned in just close enough to get Eren’s blood boiling, Eren was already on edge when you left so this was enough to tip him over.

You: eren, he’s just my friend. you doing too much.

You: i told you already you had nothing to worry about.

Eren❤️: Apparently you lied.

Eren❤️: You know I don’t like you wearing that little shit when I’m not with you anyway.

Eren❤️: That’s not even one of the outfits you showed me when you were packing.

Eren❤️: I don’t want you around him no more. You know that he about to try and take you home. I hate when you try to play dumb.

Read 11:34PM

He knows you despise when you’re accused of lying and doing shit you not. You didn’t answer. You just locked your phone and stared at the club lights with a pout while your drink sat untouched. Zayla stumbled next to you, loud and slurring, “Girl get up! What you doing? Let’s take a shot!”

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb and forced a smile as you got up.

⸻

Meanwhile, Eren sat in his hotboxed car outside your shared penthouse, blowing smoke through his nose, thumb tapping at the screen as he saw in real-time you reading it and the purple letters popping up at the bottom of the screen saying that you went on DND.

Eren❤️: This what we on? Ok.

He’d been trying to calm himself down for hours now. The weed helped. Barely.

You didn’t reply.

Didn’t call like you usually would at the end of the night.

Didn’t even send a dry, annoyingly formal, reply like you would do when you’re upset.

But occasionally, you’d open the messages he sent you, he knew you saw them. That’s the only way he knew you were okay and wasn’t going crazier than he already was.

He sent one more the day you were supposed to fly back.

Eren❤️: Let me know when you land mama

No read.

No reply.

Just the straight silence he hated.

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Monday, July 22 — 7:58PM

Your flight landed late, and you ordered an Uber instead of telling him to pick you up. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to see him yet, you hated when he does this. You hadn’t answered a single text he sent you in the last 24 hours. You just needed to think.

But when you stepped into the dim penthouse, suitcase wheels echoing across the marble floor, the soft smell of weed and his cologne hit you at the same time as you open the door.

He was home.

You sighed, sliding your yeezy slides off, not even surprised when he appeared from the hallway, just stared at him blankly—sweatpants slung low, his long brown hair in that half-up-half-down that you loved (he knew that), gold chain that you got him for his birthday hanging on his bare chest, eyes low and tired but locked straight on you. The sight of him made your thighs press together, he looked so damn good but you couldn’t give in.

Eren stood there for a moment slowly looking you up and down. “You really wasn’t gon’ call me when you landed?”

You rolled your eyes as you set your suitcase to the side, voice too calm. “I didn’t feel like it.” you shrugged.

He scoffed, stepping closer. “So you just gon’ act like you wasn’t out there ignoring me for two days? Letting some random dude get all up in your space like I’m not the one who puts you in your place? Like you don’t belong to me?”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked up at him “You done?”

“Hell no,” he muttered, reaching for your waist. “You had me out here sick.”

You tried to move past him, avoiding eye contact, but he caught your hand. He tugged you into him. His lips brushed your neck, slow and deliberate.

“I was jealous,” he admitted, voice low. “You smiling in some dude’s face like that? Wearing shit you ain’t even show me? You knew what you was doing.”

You sighed looking up into his eyes, softening just a little. “You know I wouldn’t do that to you pa.. I was just having fun.”

Your bag hit the floor with a soft thud.

“I’m the only fun you need,” he mumbled as he takes your hand his way to sit on the couch. “C’mere mama.” He pat his lap, inviting you to sit on him.

His large hands moved up and down your thighs as you straddled him. His hands were moving dangerously close to your clothed cunt as he eyes you as if he was studying your body, he finally made eye contact.

“You was out there forgetting who you belong to? Huh?” he wrapped his tatted hand around your neck, pulling you towards him and dragging his tongue slow down the sensitive spot on your neck.

“N-no, Papa, I know m’yours.” you breathed, as he lifted your baby tee up. You were braless, your pierced nipples exposed to the cool air of the penthouse as he groped your soft mounds while you start to grind your clothed clit onto him. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, your body knew you were still horny for him.

“That’s what I thought.”

He broke contact with your neck and leaned back onto the couch.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dripping with heat. “Tryna act like you mad at me… but grinding on me like this as soon as you get back.”

You rocked your hips slowly, thin fabric of your leggings grinding on his half-hard bulge, biting your lip, trying not to let your moans escape too easily.

Eren smirked.

“Don’t get quiet now. You had all that attitude in Miami.” He grabbed a fistful of your ass and bounced you harder onto his bulge. “You was talkin’ shit like you weren’t moaning my name the morning you left.” His smiled became wider as he used a high pitched voice to imitate you, “Papa Im gonna miss you and this dick so much,” he mocks. You hid your face in his neck, ears heating up in embarrassment, “P-papa, Stop! You finna make me nut again!” He continues with a wide grin across his face.

You whimper, nails digging into his chest. “Stop Eren.” you whine into his neck.

“Yeah, now you remember.”

He groans as his hands became greedy, sliding under your lace underwear and leggings, rough palms gripping your bare ass making you grind down harder. You gasped as you felt how rock hard he is under you, thick and pulsing as he feels your clothed folds grinding up and down his hard-on.

He suddenly stood up with his hands under your thighs, your legs instantly wrapped around his waist like its a second nature, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as he carries you down the hall. You feel his cold chain pressing on your breast as he keeps kissing and biting your neck.

“You wanna play like you single wearing that tiny shit?” He muttered in your ear, voice low and rumbling. “Smiling in another dude face like he can make you feel like I can? Thats real cute.” Sarcasm laced thick in his tone as he nods his head.

“I wasn’t—“ before you can get another sentence out he throws you onto the bed. You bounced on the mattress and before you can sit up, his hand wrapped around your ankle, yanking you to the edge of the bed, pulling your leggings and lace thong down in one swift movement. Your thighs slightly trembled as the cold air hit your now soaked cunt.

“You think he can make you nut on his dick like I do? Tell me, ma.” He whispers against your ear as he runs his middle finger up and down your sensitive nub, making you gasp and clench around nothing. “You think he would’ve known what to do to you? He wouldn’t have lasted 2 minutes.”

His voice was like gravel, fingers still teasing your slick folds before suddenly sliding two thick digits deep into your heat, making you cry out and arch your back off the bed, your hands trying to move yourself up the bed to get away from his long, thick, fingers.

“Nah, don’t run now. You was talkin’ all that shit, remember?” he grunted, curling his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made your body lock up. “Im not “doin’ too much” again, Am I?”

You grabbed at the sheets, legs already starting to tremble as his fingers curled moving in a ‘come here’ motion, pressing up to your sensitive spongy spot, his thumb pressing hard against your clit in tight, dirty circles. You were soaked, the sound of your arousal wet and messy between your thighs.

“E-eren—Mmmm!” you whined, hips bucking up into his hand as you grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him out of you.

“Hand.” he demanded, making you let go.

He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean with a satisfied groan.

You didn’t even have time to breathe before he yanked your legs over his shoulders and dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, tongue diving into your cunt with no warning, no patience. He devoured you like a man starved—like this is what he lived for. He starts gripping your thighs to keep you still as he dragged his tongue up and down your folds, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking hard.

Your fingers tangled in his hair instantly. “P-papa, please—oh my god—” You bit your lip as an attempt to quiet your moans. He roughly slapped your thigh making you whimper.

“Let that shit out.” he growled between licks. “I wanna hear you.”

You were already shaking, moaning loud as his tongue fucked into you deep, nose pressed against your clit as he moved his head side to side, making your eyes roll back.

You came hard, thighs squeezing around his head, body jolting as you sobbed out his name.

But he didn’t stop.

He licked you through it, messily, until your body was twitching and tears brimmed at your waterline. He pulled back, lips and chin soaked in you.

Smirking at your teary eyes and the pout of your lips as he stood, dragging his sweatpants down to free his thick, heavy cock—veins prominent, tip flushed, already dripping pre-cum.

You stared, lip trembling, chest rising and falling fast.

He flipped you onto your stomach like it was nothing and yanked your ass up into the air. You tried to crawl up the bed to get away from him,“Nah, you gon’ take this. You gon’ remember who own this pussy.”

And with one slow, punishing stroke—he bottomed out inside you.

You choked on a moan, hands gripping the sheets so tight you thought your freshly done acrylic nails were gonna break. The stretch was deep, almost painful, but it was exactly what you've been unknowingly craving all week. Eren was thick, and he didn't ease into it-he filled you in one hard stroke, balls pressing against your soaked folds as he bottomed out.

"Thaaat's it," he groaned behind you, holding your hips tight as your walls clenched around him. "This what you needed, huh baby?” He coo’d, “Had to go act out just to remember who fuckin' owns this pussy."

"E-eren, please.." you whimpered, your voice barely audible through the gasps he fucked out of you.

"Nah," he growled, snapping his hips into you again, slow but deep, making you feel every inch, vein, and the curve.

"That’s not my name."

"Papa! Fuck-s'too deep-" your voice cracked as your body rocked forward with each thrust. Toes curling as his heavy balls slapped against your clit.

He gripped the back of your neck and pushed your head down onto the mattress, muffling your loud moans.

“What I tell you about allat cussing mama? Y’know I don’t like that shit.”

His hips slam into you harder, the loud sound of slapping skin, moans, and your soaked pussy bouncing off the walls of the shared bedroom.

His fingers snaked between your legs circling your sensitive, swollen, pearl making you squeal.

“I know baby,” fake sympathy dripping from his tone, “you’re taking me so good.”

Your body was jelly, mouth open in a silent scream as your orgasm snuck up fast, overwhelming you. You clenched hard around him, crying out, "'m cumming—!"

“I feel you mama, Let that shit go for me.” he grunted, thrust growing brutal and sloppy. “F-fuck, you’re squeezing the fuck outta me.”

Your body spasmed under him, juices dripping down your thighs as you came hard around him , legs shaking. But he didn't slow down.

"Fuckin' missed this pussy," he growled, pulling out just to flip you onto your back. "Look at me while I nut in you."

He rubs his sensitive tip onto your swollen clit before he pushed back in, half-lidded green orbs locked with your teary brown eyes, both of you panting. Your breast bouncing in sync with his thrust. His chain swung between you, tapping your chest with every brutal thrust. His jaw clenched, brows furrowed, breath ragged.

He shoved 2 of his digits into your mouth, pressing against your tongue to make you louder as you moaned against his fingers.

“Y-you look so pretty after you cum mama. Fuck—“ he groans after he stares at your fucked-out face, eyes low, tears staining your cheeks, drool dripping down your cheek, lips swollen and shiny from you biting them and drooling all over yourself.

“Let me see that face when I fill you up," he hissed through gritted teeth, and with one final thrust, he groaned-deep, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside you. He thrust a few more times causing him to let out a small whimper before collapsing on top of you.

Warmth flooded your core, and you whimpered as you felt every twitch of his cock inside you, his forehead resting your neck as he was still inside you.

Eren stayed there, buried deep, catching his breath against your neck as his cum leaked out around his cock, onto the comforter, warm and sticky between your thighs.

Your legs were still trembling, chest heaving, your voice gone from how loud you were screaming. You could feel your heartbeats sync up as you guys’ breathing went back to normal, his weight grounding you, holding you still like he wasn’t ready to let you go yet.

Then, without warning, he pulled out with a soft groan, you whine at the movement— your body twitching at the sudden emptiness. He looked down at the mess between your thighs, then dragged two fingers through it, making you buck your hips up—smirking at the sight of his cum mixed with yours.

“You did so good f’me baby,” he murmured, tapping your overstimulated clit with those same fingers, making you jolt and whine

He stood up, walked to the bathroom to get a warm wet towel, your legs still up in the air waiting for him to wipe you down. He came back and wiped you down as he leaned down to brushed his lips against your swollen ones, giving you a soft, sloppy, open mouth kisses.

You whimpered in between the kisses as you felt the soft fabric of the towel semi-roughly rubbing against your sensitive clit, legs twitching, trying to close around his hand.

“Eren…” you whine as you grab his hand wiping you down, “be gentle.” He smirks as he leans over to give you another soft kiss. “M’sorry, mama.”

He breaks from this kiss and goes down to kiss the marks on your neck he left behind, “Dont ignore me for that long again though.” he mutters against your neck as he pulls your underwear back up, giving your ass 2 light taps before walking back in the bathroom.

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(a/n): ending was lowk rushed—i wrote this at 3am and got tired LOL

[nova2kss]

unforgettable ! e.yeager & a.arlert

"unforgettable..." eren x black!fem x armin

warnings: the end.

part 13. this is part 12.

that was the last time you saw eren cry.

that was the last time he begged for you back.

as far as you knew, that was the last time he cried over you.

you weren't over that night, how things went down.

sometimes, you wish you could've said some things differently, changed some things around,

you wondered if it would've changed the outcome of things.

you wondered if he thought the way you did that night whilst driving home, tears probably in his eyes, and you dreaded thinking about the speeds he drove at.

if he was going at a different speed, would that have changed the outcomes of things?

you didn't know.

but was your rejection the reason things ended up how they were now?

you didn't know that either.

you scrolled mindlessly through your phone, photos you never deleted, even though you got a new one, you couldn't help but think back on those moments you two had.

you blinked slowly, sitting on the side of your bed, staring at the old photos.

it was so long ago, yet, it felt like yesterday.

when you were two young dummies.

you remembered everything, from that night, to the outcome of it.

flowers in-hand, the way you held your breath, and prepared yourself for the man you were about to see up close.

your hands trembled around the flowers.

the room felt cold, and it felt like you were frozen, but you moved despite anything that tried to stop you.

tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you held your composure, despite the mild trembling of your bottom lip.

all the memories hit you as you made your way to him.

eren.

there was a sniffle from carla, a small sob.

a hum from connie, you noticed it.

you wanted to turn around, walk the other way, but you knew that wouldn't be the right thing to do at all.

your heart throbbed in your chest.

you wore the dress he loved the most.

the perfume he would've loved to smell up close.

and you swallowed when you stood by him.

you remembered it all. who would forget?

as you exhaled and sat back on the bed, you heard the faint footsteps, very faint ones, of your daughter.

a very curious girl, four years old.

and very unexpected.

a cryptic pregnancy was what it was, you went to the hospital for stomach pains, and left with a daughter.

ren, was her name.

she stood shyly in the doorway, looking at you with her doe eyes.

you could only smile, standing up and walking over to pick her up.

you put her on your hip and walked down the stairs while talking to her.

"whats wrong? lonely?" you asked, and the little girl hummed, pointing as you led her to the kitchen.

you placed her down in front of the fridge and opened it so that she could pick out whatever snacks she wanted.

you waited patiently as the little girl held her teddy bear close and grabbed a juice pouch, holding it up to you for you to open.

you grabbed it from her hands, closing the fridge door and sitting her on the counter, standing right in front of her to ensure her safety.

"mama?" she said in a shy tone.

you hummed, taking a tiny sip from her juice pouch before giving it to her.

she took a sip after you and when she swallowed, she spoke.

"where's daddy?" she questioned, clueless.

you toot your lips up and inhaled.

you just looked into the girls eyes for a couple seconds before giving her a kiss on her forehead.

"i wish he was here right now, baby."

the girl gave you a sad face that made your heart melt.

you poked your bottom lip out the slightest and picked her up again, taking her to the living room. "wanna watch a movie? we can watch your favorite."

you tried to cheer the girl up.

"where's armin?" she completely ignored your question.

you pursed your lips together, crossing your legs as you plopped down on the couch with the girl and checked your phone.

"i don't know, baby."

then,

ding dong.

you and your daughter raised your brows at each other.

"that might be him. you think he's coming to visit you?"

the girl started to smile, hopping off of the couch and completely disregarding her juice pouch as she ran over to the front door, and stood beside it patiently.

you let out a sweet sigh and stood up, walking over to the door.

you unlocked it, turning the nob,

and,

"we were just talking about you." you smiled at the guy in front of you before moving to the side and opening the door wider.

your daughter peeped out, looking up before excitedly jumping up and down whilst holding her hands up.

"here's my favorite girl." he reached down to pick the girl up and toss her in the air a little before catching her and embracing her.

your daughter shouted with a giggle,

"daddy!"

you playfully rolled your eyes and closed the door, locking it and crossing your arms.

"i guess im not here." you tilt your head with a smile.

eren turned to look at you and grinned, pulling you into a warm hug and planting kisses all over your face.

"you know i cant forget my wife." he mumbled between kisses, causing you to giggle and push him away.

yes, you still remembered that day.

flowers in hand.

anxiety through the roof.

tears threatening to leave your eyes, as you walked down the aisle to marry the love of your life.

the small happy sob from carla.

the accepting hum from connie.

sasha and mikasa gripping each others hands with tears in their eyes like their life depended on you making it down the aisle.

jean and ony shaking their heads, patting each others chests as they threatened to cry, being that they both bet money on who'd cry first.

and armin,

armin standing right behind eren, arms behind his back, as he watched you.

he was the best man.

but no one watched you greater than your own boyfriend.

a tear that threatened to leave his eye–

no,

it did.

a tear fell.

he didn't reach up to wipe it, surely you didn't notice, because he knew your eyes were watery themselves.

thats why you didn't see him cry.

you were too busy fighting your own tears.

and soon this year, while you watched eren plant kisses on your daughters cheeks, you thought about how it'd be your one year anniversary.

"my bad, baby. had to work overtime." eren poked his bottom lip out playfully as he plopped down on the couch, his daughter hopping over him in no time.

you huffed, shaking your head. "she just asked about armin." you giggled.

eren raised a brow, looking at his daughter.

"oh, armin's with his girl, i think. you know what a girlfriend is?" he asked his daughter as she dramatic shook her head.

eren hummed. "good."

you let out a laugh, playfully hitting his chest before laying your head on it and wrapping your arms around him.

eren's hand found the back of your head, rubbing softly in it.

"you sleepy." he tilt his head while laying it on the armrest. "i told you–" he looked at his daughter. "–and you not to wait on me."

"but we missed you, daddy!" his daughter squished his cheeks together, making eren smile.

he then looked at you. "did mommy miss me?"

his daughter nod her head aggressively, "she said she wished you were here!"

your head popped up and you laid your chin on erens chest.

"no i didn't."

eren smiled, while made you smile.

without any words, he leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips.

your daughter gasped and covered her mouth with wide eyes, earning laughs from the both of you.

"me next!" she slapped her forehead before slamming it on erens lips, making him cover his mouth and groan.

you bursted into laughter, pushing yourself off of eren and stretching.

"well, thats enough affection for tonight. come on so you can go to sleep." you stretched your arms out to your daughter and she hopped right into them, wrapping her arms around your neck.

eren held his ring finger up playfully at the two of you, flashing his ring.

you did the same, flashing the diamond on your finger.

seeing his life-long gift to you, he grinned.

"ill be up in a minute. i love you two." he groaned, sittin up and untying his hair to scratch through it.

you smiled as you daughter waved.

"we love you more, daddy!"

yeah, this was the life you wanted.

this was the life you knew you wanted, but you didn't know you'd have.

and when eren saw you, walking down that aisle, all because you had a pure heart, heard him out when he begged you to,

that was the last thing that made him cry.

being a husband, a father, and deeply in love all at once.

what more could a man wish for?

after all, who couldn’t yearn to earn a woman so unforgettable?

ANDDDD THATS THE END 🥹 I FEEL SO BITTERSWEET, IT WAS SO FUN WRITING AND BRAINSTORMING THIS STORY, SO MANY ENDINGS AND I CHOSE THIS, LMK WHAT U THINK!

[nova2kss]

I’m quitting

[nova2kss]

Don’t act brand new

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Y/N (ft. Elijah)

Warnings: Cheating, emotional guilt, manipulation themes, possessive behavior

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The spot beside you was cold.

No text. No note. No trace of him, really not unless you counted the bruise blooming on your thigh, the faint scent of his sweat still clinging to your sheets, or the dull ache between my legs that reminded you of what you let happen. Again.

You laid there for a while, eyes on the ceiling, hoodie still wrapped around you like armor. You hadn’t even showered. Your mouth was dry. Your chest was heavier than it should’ve been.

You didn’t cry.

You just felt… hollow.

And then your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Elijah 💬

9:14 AM

Morning, beautiful. Hope you slept good. I was thinking about you. wanna grab lunch later? I’ll bring your favorite.

Let me know 💛

Your stomach dropped.

You could only stare at the message for a long time. Reading it over, and over again, And again. Your fingers hovered over the hesitantly keyboard like typing back would make you liar.

Because deep down you knew if he came over…

He’d kiss you

And you’d flinch.

Because you’d still taste Eren.

I locked the phone without replying and dropped it on the bed like it was cursed.

You would stand In the shower longer than you needed to. Scrubbing every inch of yourself like it would erase the touch of that man.

But it didn’t.

When you stepped out wrapping yourself in the towel, you got a glimpse of how you looked.

Eyes tired.

Lips swollen.

Neck red where his mouth had been.

You could only hate how wrecked you looked. Hate how much you loved it, hate how much you wish he was still there when he woke up.

“You’re mine” Eren had whispered against your ear while he was buried inside you.

“You can run, but you’ll always come back to me.”

He wasn’t wrong.

That’s what pissed you off the most.

Your scattered thoughts are interrupted by a call from Elijah.

You let it ring three times before you answered.

“Hey,” you said forcing softness into the voice.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he replied, cheerful and warm like he hadn’t just been cheated on. I mean not that he knew of

“You okay? You sound a little off” he continued

“I’m good,” I lied. “Just tired.”

“You sure? I can stop by for a bit if you want. We can watch something, or I’ll just sit with you while you nap. You don’t even gotta talk.”

And there it was that safe space, that good amazing boyfriend that you didn’t deserve.

“I’ll text you,” you replied quickly. “I’m just… I don’t feel like being seen right now.”

“Okay,” he said, quiet for a second. “You know I’m here, right?”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see. “Yeah. I know.”

When you tossed the phone onto the couch and stared out the window; the guilt seethed into you. You were surprised he didn’t hear it on the phone.

It was bright outside. one of those rare, clear mornings that should’ve felt peaceful. Instead, it made everything worse. Like the sun was mocking you. Like it could see all the dirt I was carrying and wanted to shine a spotlight on it.

Sitting down, pulling your knees to your chest, and resting your head on them.

You didn’t cry.

But you wanted to.

You wanted to rewind to three months ago. Before Eren texted. Before the last relapse. Before you remembered how good it felt to be ruined by him.

But more than that… you hated how much of you still belonged to him.

The house was to fucking quiet.

Way too fucking quiet.

The longer you stayed inside the more your thoughts would eat you alive, throwing on a black essentials set you decided to at least go to the store and get some groceries, and some peace.

You couldn’t forget your sunglasses and headphones topping off your little disguise. Figuring if you looked small enough the world wouldn’t see you.

You were wrong.

Because there he was.

Eren.

When he noticed you he turned around amusingly, leaning against the freezer door by the drinks like he’d knew I walk by Hoodie up, smirk on, same cocky energy he always wore like a second skin.

Your walking came to an abrupt stopped

He pulled one side of his hood back and smiled like he just saw an old friend.

“You block me again?”

You don’t answer.

“That’s cute,” he said. “You always unblock me eventually.”

Your voice was low when you responded “Not this time.”

“Sure.” His eyes dragged down my body slow, lazy. “You here with him?”

You didn’t respond, or move. Shit you couldn’t even breathe

Eren stepped closer, close enough for his voice to drop.

“Did you tell him I made you squirt?” he asked, quiet, lips near my ear.

“Or did you leave that part out?”

I swallowed the gasp that almost escaped.

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

His smirk didn’t fade. “That’s not what you said when you were crying on my—”

I walked away before he could finish.

But not before I saw his jaw clench. Not before I felt the gravity shift. I could feel the next chapter loading behind his silence.

When you got home you couldn’t help but cry noticing the edible arrangement sitting on your coffee table.

The note was from Elijah it read,

“I was gonna leave this at your doorstep but you left your door unlocked. Don’t do that anymore. I love you and I’m here for you.”

God you couldn’t read anymore. You just couldn’t take it. The way you needed to just get out of your head about this, about everything.

You felt like shit, to be honest you weren’t shit.

If only Eren hadn’t shown up when he did, your life wouldn’t be in a fucking whirlwind right now.

A/n: I know this one is a little short I just wanted to set up the plot for the next one 🤗

Thanks for reading this, part 1 is at the top if you haven’t read it

Give me some predictions on what you think is gonna happen

Good day to all❤️

[nova2kss]

Hi I love your work can you do one when eren overstimulates black reader with a toy in the car

“stop squirming.”

eren’s voice is low and calm, barely above the hum of the engine, but theres that heat to it—the kind that makes your thighs clench automatically.

you try to breathe through your nose, eyes fluttering, but the buzzing between your legs won’t let you settle. not even a little.

“p-please,” you whisper, your voice cracking.

“nah. you said you could take it. so take it.”

erens not even looking at you. left hand on the wheel, right between your thighs, eyes on the road ahead like hes not bullying you in the middle of a nighttime drive. the dark tint on the windows hides your shame but not from him.

“eren please—“

he turns up the speed a notch.

“e-eren oh my god! im gonna—“

“again?” he huffs out a laugh, finally pulling into a parking lot and killing the engine. car still dark, engine still warm. “damn. you that gone already?”

you nod, dizzy and breathless. hand on your chest like you can keep your heart from breaking through.

he sets the toy to its highest setting.

“good. keep cumming. you not gettin’ this dick ‘til you do it three more times.”

-eren yeager

[nova2kss]

dominican!connie x reader

↳ ❝ [shoutout to my fellow dominicanasss! 🇩🇴 in my delusions, connie is most definitely a dominican at heart 😔] ¡! ❞

tags: cookout, petty mcpetty reader, uber boyfriend connie, shots & ass shaking!

The music was blasting—old-school bachata melting into Afrobeats while smoke curled through the air from the grill. Laughter everywhere. The boys playing dominoes at a card table on the patio, loud as hell. Plates stacked. Blunts passed. Bottles open.

And you?

Turning heads.

The fit was disrespectful. A black backless halter with deep side cutouts, hugging your chest like it was made just for you. Paired with those low-rise jeans—the ones that framed that dumptruck perfectly, with the slightest lil V-dip in the front.

Your kitten heels clicked over the concrete when you walked past and every dude not attached to a girl tried not to break his neck looking. But Connie?

Sitting back in his chair, legs wide, blunt in hand—he was just watching. Chin tilted, chain resting on his chest, dark eyes locked on the sway of your hips like he already knew what time it was.

“Damn,” Ony muttered next to him. “She really wore that here?”

Connie smirked. “You surprised?”

Ony just laughed. “Nah. Just know it’s gon’ be a long night for you, bro.”

It was over the moment your girls arrived.

Squeals. Screams. “Bitch you look GOOD!”

Hugs flying. Flashing phones. Ass shaking by the drink table.

You were a blur of glitter and perfume, draped over your girls, screaming lyrics to every song, sipping way too fast, forgetting how to act—until Connie had to remind y’all.

He pulled you over mid-turn-up, lit blunt in one hand, firm grip on your hip with the other. You were giggling, gloss-sticky and tipsy already.

“Ayo. Sit down and eat before y’all end up passed out in the grass somewhere.”

“But babyyyy—”

He leaned in, right at your ear, voice low and deep:

“Don’t make me sit you down, mama.”

You sat so fast.

The girls fake gasped, fanned you. “Oooh, she in trouble.”

You just grinned and dug into your plate, legs crossed, bouncing to the music while Connie sat beside you, shaking his head with that smug little smirk.

You got too comfortable. Too drunk. Too damn cute.

Your hair still looked good—silky and sleek—but your lashes were hanging on by hope, and your words were slurred as you crawled into Connie’s lap mid-convo like he wasn’t talking about sports with Ony and Eren.

“Baaabyyy,” you whined, nuzzling into his neck, arms around him like a koala. “I want a drank.”

“You already had four,” he said calmly, holding the blunt away so you didn’t burn yourself. “And that last one was mine.”

You pouted.

“Don’t care.”

Then—you grabbed his cup and finished the rest without asking, making the boys howl in the background.

“Damn, she wildin’,” Eren laughed.

Connie rubbed a tattooed hand down his face. “Y’all see what I deal with?”

But still—he had you. Arms around your waist. Holding you up while your limbs got too heavy, while your head lulled against his chest, while your girls tumbled giggling into each other like pretty drunks in a perfume ad.

You couldn’t even walk by the end of it.

“Where my shoe go?” you asked, voice small and confused as Connie helped you to the car.

“You don’t need it,” he said, picking you up bridal style, ignoring your drunken mumbling.

He rounded up the rest of the girls too, directing traffic like the most patient Uber driver on earth. “Come on, let’s go. Y’all embarrassing yourselves.”

“Sorry Connieee,” one of them giggled, tripping over her own sandal.

The car ride was mostly vibes at first.

You were half asleep in Connie’s passenger seat—face warm from too much Casamigos, your hair a little wild now, but still curled up like his personal accessory. Your hand sat in his lap, possessively resting on his thigh while he drove one-handed, still calm, still in control like always.

The girls were laughing in the back. Shouting about chicken wings. Fighting over aux. One of them was drunkenly fake crying to SZA. Another was on FaceTime with nobody, just herself in the camera like it was a photo shoot.

But then—

One of your homegirls leaned forward, elbow resting on Connie’s console, chest pressed a little too close to the back of his seat.

“You’re such a good boyfriend,” she said with a flirty lil drunk smile, tapping his shoulder with her nails. “You always take care of us. You like, the man of the year.”

Her lashes fluttered.

You blinked. Sat up.

Reality sobered fast.

You turned your head real slow, like your drunk brain needed to process what you just saw.

“…Excuse me?”

She giggled. “I was just sayin—”

“No, say it again,” you snapped, sitting all the way up now, flipping your hair over your shoulder like a war move. “Say it a-fucking-gain.”

The girls in the back went feral.

“Wait, wait wait—babe—”

“Nuh uh—don’t start—”

“She didn’t mean it like that!!”

Meanwhile Connie?

He kept driving. Calm. Eyes on the road, lips pressed together in that tight “here we go” line.

“You’re drunk,” one girl whispered, trying to gently pull you back into the seat.

“And she’s too friendly.” You pointed straight at her, finger wobbling slightly from the buzz. “Back up off my man.”

“She was joking!!”

“No the fuck she wasn’t!” you barked, trying to climb into the back seat like a beautiful, violent cat.

And that’s when Connie hit the brakes. Pulled over with one smooth swerve, like God himself had tapped him on the shoulder and said “fix it, king.”

The girls squealed.

“OHHHHH SHIT—”

He shifted into park, exhaled real deep through his nose, and turned the music off.

Silence. Grave silence.

Then he turned toward all of you.

“EVERYBODY. Chill the fuck out.”

Even drunk, the way his voice cut through the air?

“Y/N, sit your pretty ass back,” he said, tapping your thigh firmly. “You too fine to be actin’ like that.”

You blinked at him, still heated. “But Connie—”

“She drunk,” he cut you off calmly. “And you drunker. Stop fighting for a man who already told you he yours ten times tonight.”

That should’ve calmed you. But he leaned in closer, fingers under your chin, tilting your head just enough to make your breath catch.

“Act like it, baby.”

You finally sat back, arms crossed, lips pursed—quiet now but still glaring daggers at the girl behind you.

The backseat was silent.

Then one girl muttered, “…Can we get McDonald’s?”

Connie dragged a hand down his face and started driving again, muttering in Spanish under his breath like a man being tested by every known element.

The girls were still buzzed and reeling from the whole parking lot showdown when Connie finally merged back onto the street, windows cracked, music back on low.

And then—

“Connieee,” one of the girls pouted from the backseat. “Can we pleaaaase stop at McDonald’s?”

“Y’all just almost boxed in the car and now y’all want Happy Meals?” he said with a laugh, glancing at you out the corner of his eye.

“Yes! I want a McFlurry!”

You huffed beside him. Still mad. Still arms crossed, still not talking to the girl who’d dared get too friendly with your man earlier. You were petty and passionate, and that was a dangerous mix—especially with Casamigos in your veins.

But Connie?

Still relaxed. Still driving with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. Calm like always, as if the car hadn’t turned into Real Housewives meets Fast & Furious fifteen minutes ago.

He hit the drive-thru like nothing happened.

“Lemme get two McFlurries, a ten piece, two fries, a strawberry milkshake, and—” he looked over at you, “…you want somethin’ else?”

You didn’t answer. Just sucked your teeth, chin turned toward the window like the softest storm cloud alive.

The girl in question tried to giggle again from the back.

And you?

You shot her a look so sharp one of the girls literally said, “Whew.”

“Y/N.” Connie said your name low.

You turned with the fakest smile alive. “What?”

He just shook his head, tapping your thigh. “You bein’ extra.”

“Good.”

And still—when he passed you the strawberry milkshake through the bag, you took it with a lil attitude, straw already going to your lips. Two sips in, and the corner of your mouth was twitching like you wanted to smile but couldn’t let go of the pettiness just yet.

Connie rolled his eyes, pulled up to the next window, and put the car in park.

Brrrrr. Brrrrr.

His phone buzzed. Group call from the boys.

“Yo,” he answered, smirking.

You stared straight ahead, sipping slow and petty.

“Tell me why these drunk ass girls almost turned my backseat into UFC.” He was laughing now, retelling the story while holding your hand. “Nah, Y/N tried to crawl over the seat. Talking bout ‘say it again.’ Bro, she was ready to fight in heels.”

You glanced over, mouth full of fries. “You really on the phone gossiping like a bitch right now?”

He just chuckled, leaned over, kissed your shoulder. “You lucky you cute.”

By the time you hit the last girl’s apartment, the car was full of trash, empty fry boxes, one lost heel, and the smell of perfume and nugget grease. The girls were giggling and waving out the window.

“Byeee Connie! Love youuuu!”

“Thanks Uber daddy!”

You gave that one a side-eye that could melt plastic.

“Stop looking at her like that,” Connie murmured, finally turning onto your street. “You got your lil milkshake and now you wanna keep beefin’?”

“I’m just sayin’—”

“Mami.” His voice cut smooth, deep, and calm. “You mine. That’s it. She could’ve bat her lashes ‘til they flew off, I wouldn’t even blink.”

You blinked. “…You sure?”

He pulled into the driveway, engine still running, leaned over to cup your jaw with one hand.

“You really need me to say it again?” he asked, eyes soft but serious. “You my girl. You’re the only one I want all up on me. You actin’ like I don’t show you that every day.”

Your bottom lip popped out in a pout, milkshake still cold in your lap. “Okay… I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

He kissed the tip of your nose.

Upstairs, you were barely walking straight—both from the drinks and from how sore you still were from earlier. You plopped down in bed while Connie pulled off your heels for you.

Then he helped you out of your jeans, wiped the corner of your mouth with a warm towel from the bathroom, took your lashes off like a pro, and rubbed lotion into your legs slow and quiet.

He finally tucked you in, shirtless, chain glinting as he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Next time?” he whispered. “No more jealous tantrums.”

“But—”

“Just let me handle it, aight? You my baby. Ain’t nobody else even in the running.”

You nodded into the pillow, heart melty, lashes heavy, already drifting.

“Say it again,” you mumbled sleepily.

He smiled, fingers brushing down your arm.

“You. My. Girl.”

Another kiss.

“Now go to sleep, dramática.”

Your brain was mush.

Mouth dry.

Body achy in that why did I drink like I didn’t have a man who punishes me for acting up kind of way.

You blinked awake slowly, lashes fluttering against a warm pillow that definitely smelled like him — woodsy and clean with a hint of weed smoke. You weren’t even sure when or how you got into bed last night.

And from the kitchen?

Aventura.

“Obsesión” echoing through the apartment like it was 2004 and your man was about to dramatically spin you into a kiss mid-mangu stir.

The smell of fried salami and onions pulled you further from death.

You sat up slowly, wincing a little—legs sore, feet more sore, pride the sorest of all.

Your voice cracked when you called, “Connieee…”

“You up?” he yelled back, over Romeo Santos’ high notes. “Bout damn time!”

You shuffled to the doorway, squinting into the bright kitchen like a raccoon in daylight.

There he was.

Shirtless, of course.

Basketball shorts riding low on his hips.

Chain swaying while he flipped bacon in the skillet and stirred a steaming bowl of mangú with a wooden spoon.

Tattooed arm resting casually on the counter as he tasted it with his finger, nodded in approval, then spotted you.

“Well, well, well…” he grinned, voice all teasing and smooth. “If it ain’t Miss Don’t Look At My Man.”

You groaned, flopping onto the counter stool. “Don’t start.”

He slid a cup of cold water in front of you. “You already started last night.”

You sipped it like a guilty gremlin. “She was flirting.”

“She was drunk.”

“I was drunker, and I wasn’t flirting!”

Connie chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Exactly why you sittin’ here in my tee lookin’ like last night’s problem.”

You squinted up at him. “You still mad?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Nah. I thought it was cute. You was tryna fight with fries in your lap.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled a little.

He came around the island and stood between your legs, hands resting on your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his stomach like a brat seeking forgiveness.

“I love you,” you mumbled.

“I know you do, mami. You just dramatic when you drunk.” He kissed your cheek. “But don’t ever doubt who I want. Aight?”

You nodded into his skin.

“Now eat this food before you pass out again.”

He placed a plate in front of you stacked with mangú, fried cheese, salami, bacon, and pickled onions. A hangover miracle.

You looked up at him, smug now. “You’re obsessed with me.”

He leaned down, kissed your lips slow.

“Mami, I made you breakfast to the soundtrack of Aventura. That shoulda told you everything.”

[nova2kss]

unforgettable ! e.yeager & a.arlert

"too much convo for 24 hours..." eren x black!fem x armin

warnings: arguing, language, cursing, mentions of cheating, mild aggression, angst, i apologize for this chapter, lengthy

part 9. this is part 8. next part here.

when eren fixed his pants, he pushed himself off of you, leaning back against the headboard.

"armin." he said once, like he was confirming what he'd just heard.

you nodded, still laying on your back. then you huffed, sliding off the bed and moving carefully towards the bathroom door.

eren kept his eyes on you, low and intense.

you grabbed your underwear off of the ground and shut the bathroom door behind you.

you did your business, zoning out most of the time because of the sheer fear of leaving the bathroom.

you looked in the mirror as you washed your hands, biting your lip nervously.

you really just set yourself and armin up.

you couldn't have said a different name?

someone he didn't know?

someone that wasn't his long-term bestfriend?

you slowly shook your head. you were in for it now, and you knew. for the first time in a while, you hoped he took his anger out on you with just sex, like he used to.

and not armin.

but why feel sympathy for someone who felt none for you?

ugh, your whole life was in a twist right now because of a dumb decision you'd made. if you would've never left eren that day, maybe none of this would've happened.

all because you admitted to cheating. if you didn't, he wouldn't have asked you who it was with, because how would he know?

but you couldn't let it be known that you were running away from your guilt by staying in the bathroom.

that'd be even more humiliating.

the bathroom door slowly opened as you turned the light off, closing it behind you.

you tried to avoid eye contact with eren, but you felt his eyes on you.

like he'd been staring at the door since you went in there, waiting patiently for you to come out.

you crawled into bed, hesitantly sitting near him.

he just stared at you.

he'd never stared at you like that before.

"you playin?" he asked, lips curling into a small smile. you snapped out of your thoughts, looking at him.

"what?"

"you ain't fuck armin. you just sayin that cus you thought i cheated." he shrugged, like he was trying to convince himself instead of you.

your face stayed straight.

erens eyes softened.

"you did." he shook his head, looking towards the wall.

you stayed silent. you didn't have any excuse, because you knew you never tried to hear him out when he told you he wasn't cheating on you.

and you should've fucking listened.

you were and probably still are so naive, as much as you loved eren, you just couldn't hear him out.

and you're the fool for that.

you kept your eyes on eren and he kept his on the wall, thinking.

he thought back to the moment you two first hooked up again, and when he asked you if you cheated, you said yes.

but he didn't ask who.

he was too focused on fucking your brains out to care.

but now...

now that he asked you again, it would be foolish for you to answer the same question and be talking about the same moment.

right?

because if that was only one time,

you wouldn't have had to say it twice.

and if you were referring to armin right now...

eren dragged his eyes over to you, keeping eye contact as he thought about everything. connected the dots. made sense of the whole situation.

eren knows you.

he knows you're not just gonna give your body to some random.

he never thought you'd do it anyways, but especially not to someone random. he didn't blink, it was like he was stuck, his eyes twitching instead of blinking.

you're not just gonna go fuck around with someone you didn't know well, or weren't fond of.

especially not twice.

the dots finally connected, and it was like instead of the lightbulb in his head flicking on, it turned off.

you fucked armin twice.

and not only twice, but a whole month ago.

a month he didnt know about.

and he could only pinpoint when it happened because the two times you'd went to those parties, you and armin would disappear together.

he would've never thought things out like that before– the whole disappearing together thing, but now, he finally realized it.

eren chewed his cheek, staring at you.

slowly looking you up and down, just staring, like a dad silently fussing at their child in a grocery store.

like a friend who'd been betrayed.

like a boyfriend who'd been betrayed.

"why?" he barely muttered.

you blinked, looking away and then back at him. "i thought you cheated. he just came up to me,"

he came up to you.

"and he started telling me things about how he could treat me better,"

oh?

"and i gave in."

oh.

"and the second time? 'm sure thats the first cus that 'treat you better' shit always comes first, don't it?" eren twitched a smile.

you cleared your throat.

"the second time just happened."

just happened?

"what, you miss each other or some shit? cant get enough?" eren grabbed your hand, playing with your ring finger.

you sighed. "ion know what else you want me to say, i told you everything."

you were feeling as shitty as ever, but you disregarded your feelings, because how dare you speak about your feelings when you could've possibly just crushed your boyfriends?

"okay." eren brought your hand up to his lips, kissing it softly and keeping his eyes on yours.

you couldn't tell how he was feeling. he'd make it known if he was pissed about something. he always did.

but right now, you really couldn't tell.

"'m sorry." your voice was low, whispery and hesitant, like you were afraid he'd lash out at just your words.

but no, he just hummed, trailing his hand up your arm and pulling you closer to him.

"its okay." he mumbled, kissing your cheek just before your lips.

and god, you couldn't believe he just accepted your apology like that. like you didn't do something almost every girlfriend wouldn't dare to do.

why?

because eren loves you.

he loves you more than anything and anyone, and he knows you only love him.

yes, he may be blind to the whole thing, he may only be accepting your apology because he knows you genuinely feel bad and he knows he doesn't wanna lose you under any circumstances.

because as much as his friends defended him, the harsh truth is,

eren wouldn't trade you for any of them.

he'd choose you over them in a heartbeat.

and he knows you felt the same way because despite fucking armin twice, cheating on him, you were right back in his arms.

no matter how many times armins kissed you.

touched you.

maybe even told you he loved you, god forbid, he knows you don't love armin.

you only love him.

and thats the only thing he cares about.

but in the back of his mind right now, as he pulled your head to his chest, and stared at the end of the bed, the only thing he could think about was how to kill him.

no, let me rephrase that.

he'd never kill armin.

he was his best friend at one point.

but he was gonna make sure more than just him, you, armin, and most likely mikasa and sasha knew that you'd fucked him.

the same night, you'd told mikasa and sasha about the situation.

and of course, as your friends, they heard you out and supported you– or, eren's decision.

so there it was.

the next day, there was nothing else for you two to talk about.

you were still hesitant on touching him and kissing him, but he pulled you into it all like you hadn't did a single thing to hurt him.

completely disregarded the fact that you cheated.

focused on the fact that his best friend fucked his girl.

and led her on.

and made the first move, so you said.

he texted ony the next day, telling him that everything was fine between you two again and that you could get together and all be friends again.

of course he was lying, because he was planning on cutting armin off right then and there.

so as he pulled up outside of ony's house, you didn't know what to expect.

he opened the door for you, looking around to make sure he wasn't the only late one. and of course, he was.

he knocked on the door, being greeted by ony, and you coming in right behind him.

"aint it bonnie and clyde, damn y'all be stressin a nigga out." ony put a blunt behind his ear as you and eren made your ways to the basement.

"we ain't gon stress you no more, we sorry. ain't that right baby?" eren joked, making ony shake his head and walk down the basement stairs.

you playfully rolled your eyes as he tossed his arm around you.

everyone greet you and him when you walked in.

"finally, aint we say they was gon' be late?" jean stood up, dapping eren up and giving you a side hug.

eren let out a laugh. "we had some business." he exhaled, sitting down. "we good now, though. everybody good? mikasa, sasha, my bad for what happened yesterday." eren raised a palm, his other resting under your thigh as you crossed your legs towards him.

"girl, please. hey y/n." sasha smiled at you and waved eren off, making you chuckle and wave her way.

ony sat down, groaning. "fuck, man. yesterday was a long ass day." he shook his head.

"do ya hear me?" connie put his phone in his pocket and rested his arms behind his head as he looked around the room.

his eyes met yours and he smiled at you, glancing at eren. you smiled back with a shrug.

"how everybody been?" sasha started up a conversation and connie smacked his lips. "you act like we ain't seen each other in months."

"connie, shut the hell up." sashas put her middle finger up.

mikasa hummed. "thats sure what it feel like. ony hand me a blunt." she joked, making the group laugh.

"youn even smoke, stop that." ony gave her a dismissive wave.

eren kicked his feet up on the table as you laughed at the groups sudden bickering. eren kept his eyes on his shoes as he tapped them together.

you looked up at him. "you so childish."

"you like it." he mumbled, nudging your forehead and making you giggle.

as soon as he saw a smile come to your face and a laugh leave your mouth, his eyes flickered to and from armin, who stared boredly at his phone.

"aye, aye, roll up nigga whatchu doin?" ony frowned at connie as he leaned over on the armrest.

connie slowly turned his head towards ony before clicking his tongue. "damn, youn think you smoke too much? fuck."

him and ony went back and forth, making everyone laugh and chime in from time to time. you felt your head moving from eren's laughing, staring down at your phone.

you didn't wanna think about anything else happening in the moment, you were honestly zoned out, erens hand squeezing your thigh, snapping you out of your blank thoughts with every few minutes that passed.

you made sure to keep your eyes on your phone as you kicked off your shoes and tucked your feet underneath you.

"im so happy y'all stopped being toxic." jean shook his head from beside you two.

you smiled and eren laughed, looking over to him. "oh, you aint ever gotta worry bout that no more."

his words comforted you in a way, making you smile to yourself as everyone started to talk about how they wished their relationships were that way, and how easily you and eren got back along.

though, it wasn't the most healthy thing, as said, it was perfect to everyone around you.

eren pulled you closer, causing you to groan a little and push yourself off of him with a laugh. "stop." you smiled. eren smiled back with a slight frown. "why?"

you sighed, shaking your head and leaning back onto eren.

he wrapped his arm back around you firmly, shaking you a little as you closed your eyes.

in the middle of the groups conversation, and feeling the vibrating of erens chest as he spoke every now and then, and being pulled closer as he rocked back and forth to laugh, you were already forgetting about everything that'd happened between the three of you

"hell naw, y'all ever been dogged the fuck out?" ony hit his thigh, leaning up. "man one time i got played so bad, i was ready to up some shit." he swung his arm over to hit connie, who jumped and coughed. "man– what the fuck?"

as everyone laughed at connie and ony's antics, eren smiled, leaning back and rubbing your waist with his thumb.

"aye tho- i got a question." he spoke out, and everyone turned their attention to him.

"eren if its some bullshit, i know sum." sasha scoffed, making herself laugh a little.

eren smiled, biting the nail of his thumb as he did, like he had something mischievous planned. like a bad kid who was planning on breaking something, and knew exactly how to do it.

he shrugged.

"nah, its some real shit." he manspread, taking his thumb from his lips and looking at it.

"which one of y'all in this group fucked my girl?"

your eyes shot open, and you sat up, looking at eren, who only stared at the floor.

"wait, huh?" ony put the weed tray down on the table and looked around. "mikasa?"

"boy!" mikasa tossed a pillow at ony, making him cackle, but he soon stopped when he realized eren was dead serious. i mean, it didnt take much to notice that eren was dead serious anyways.

everyone looked around at each other, and you sat there, slipping your shoes back onto your feet and waiting for the moment where you chose it would be best to just leave.

sasha took a sip from her drink, eyes trailing the room, as if she didnt already know the answer. "y'all is wild..."

eren let out an amused, breathy laugh through his nose, like this whole thing was a joke to him.

"i mean, ian mad or nun. but imma guess, cause i know my girl better than anybody. if she was to fuck somebody else, she wouldn't want em runnin they mouth."

he then pointed at both ony and jean.

"and y'all cant shut up for shit, so for all i know right now, it might not be you." he shook his head, closing his eyes for a second.

"he so messy." mikasa squint, shaking her head and curling up near sasha.

armin shifted in his spot, keeping his eyes on his phone before he put it down and put his hands in his pants pockets with a huff.

everyone still looked around, most eyes on connie and armin.

eren scoffed, softly pushing you off of him to lean up. "damn, was you always this quiet? was you this quiet when you was tryna tell my girl whats best for her?" eren looked directly at armin, who raised his head and looked back.

ony let out a loud gasp, quickly covering his mouth.

jean frowned in confusion, slowly shaking his head. "ain't no way." he shook his head quicker, leaning on the arm rest of the couch.

onys jaw dropped, "i thought it was posed to be a good night, damn." he muttered.

armins lips curled into a small smile and he let out a breathy laugh, throwing his head back. "why would i say something? 's not like i can unfuck the girl."

eren leaned back, scoffing. "ight, so you fucked her, then what? you see who she sittin wit. even after you tried to make her leave me." eren held his arms out.

everyones heads went back and forth from armin to eren the more their tensioning conversation went on.

armin smacked his lips, waving eren off. "fake ass relationship."

you frowned, moving back to get closer to eren.

eren toot his lips up for a second. "its fake? or you just mad she get fucked better over here?" eren sit up, letting you go once more.

"and the funny thing is, you only fucked her once. out of the times you ate her pussy, did whatever the fuck you did, my dick was already there." eren grinned. "you sucked my dick."

everyones eyes widened and ony put his hand over his eyes, shaking his head.

armin let out a small laugh. "thats funny 'cus she came running to me whenever she couldn't get fucked. thought i'd do it a third time and she got shut down." he shrugged, glancing at you as he spoke.

this was so humiliating, honestly.

you squint, pointing at armin. "cause you practically begged me to love you instead of lust you, armin."

eren raised his brows, sitting up again. "oh, so you love my girl." he pointed at himself.

armin went quiet for a minute.

"you knew that before you even got wit her." he mumbled.

"what?" jean squint, looking at eren, and then you.

armin hummed. "i wanted y/n way before eren even came around, and he knew that shit."

"eren..." sasha shook her head, but eren shrugged.

"and?" he frowned, standing up. "you fucked my girl recently and you want me to feel bad bout some shit from two years ago?"

ony stood up right after him and put his hand on his chest, trying to calm him down, but it didnt do anything but fuel the fire, especially when armin stood up.

"you took her from me when i told you i wanted her, dont even do that shit, and connie, bitch, you said you wasn't gon tell shit." armin looked past eren to look at connie.

connie groaned, putting his hands on his eyes and slumping in his chair.

eren looked back at him, going completely silent.

"you knew bout this too?"

connie stood up, "i aint tell shit." he mumbled.

as much as eren wanted to turn his full attention to connie, he just couldn't. because there were so many thoughts rushing through his mind.

his tone was lower when he spoke.

"you a fuckin snake, and i woulda never been this close witchu if i knew this was how you was." he mumbled, looking armin directly in his eyes.

armin didnt respond to that, only mirrored erens actions.

"and then you go behind my back..." eren scoffed, turning away from armin and grabbing your arm, "come on."

armin finally spoke.

"y'know, y/n, i thought we coulda had some serious shit when you told me you loved me."

you froze.

eren stopped in his tracks and let your arm go, looking back at you.

"thats crazy 'cus i thought i was the only one she loved." he spoke as if he was speaking to someone else but his eyes were directly on you.

you quickly shook your head, getting ready to defend your words, but armin spoke before you.

"remember? when i told you i loved you and you said it back?"

you frowned at armin, shaking your head. "you begged me to."

armin poked his bottom lip out, plopping down on the couch.

"so you did." eren stared at you, examining your face.

you sighed, waving your hands and shaking your head. "i didn't mean it when i said it, he made me say it, eren." you then turned your attention to armin and pointed at him. "you know this, you said it yourself that i aint mean what i said, dont sit here and lie, armin."

your brows furrowed as you looked armin in his eyes, but it wasnt like before.

now, there was nothing behind them.

nothing with pure intention anyways.

if there was, it was hidden pretty damn well. because he just gave you a certain look.

a look that said 'i know, but i wont say anything'

and it infuriated you.

you then looked around at the group, all eyes on you.

when you finally laid eyes on eren, his were soft. like he was hoping you were telling the truth. hoping armin was lying about what he said.

you then looked at armin, voice shaky. "you..." you croaked out. "i hate you." you whispered, but the room was so quiet, everyone could hear.

that was it.

you saw it perfectly.

that facade of his, fade.

and as much as you'd hate to care, you were almost ecstatic you didnt.

but that was the least of your worries right now. you needed eren to believe you.

before you could look at him, you were already being dragged away.

"eren." you called out to him, but he didnt say anything. if he wasnt pissed then, you knew for a fact he was now.

all because of armin.

"eren, youn believe him–"

"y/n."

as he opened ony's front door, you followed quickly behind him. you decided to be quiet, taking your name being called as a warning.

you sighed when you got in the car.

eren sat there for a second, one arm rested on the door and his face in his hand. you looked at him, lips parted to say something, but you didn't even know where to start.

what, 'yes i told him i love him but i didnt mean it'?

because thats exactly what happened, but how stupid would that sound?

and you can't just lie like you never said it, because you already confirmed it in the basement.

eren huffed as he start the car, not looking your way for even a second, while your eyes never left him for a second.

you sat back in the seat, looking out of the passenger side window.

you were starting to think car rides just werent for you. every time you get in a car with someone, theres always some kind of awkward tension or quietness lingering.

and of course, it was quiet the whole way there.

it always is.

when he finally turned the car off, he got out before you, and as you watched him walk to the front door, you rolled your eyes, not at his actions, but yours.

you opened the car door, quickly making your way to the front door.

closing it behind you, you locked it and followed eren to your shared bedroom.

you honestly couldnt take any more of the ignoring.

and you were just on good terms with him.

it seemed like nothing with him ever lasted.

"eren." you huffed, sitting down in the bed as he took his hoodie off, completely ignoring you.

"would you just... look at me?" you slumped over a little, slowly giving up on explaining anything to him.

now you understood how he felt.

when you didn't listen to any of his excuses, or try to hear him out about something he supposedly did.

only different was, he actually had proof of you doing the things you did.

you only ever accused him.

"eren–"

"can you-" he took a deep breath. "y/n, be quiet right now, like actually." he finally took a glance at you.

he stood in front of the vanity, scratching in his head for a couple seconds and using his hands to detangle it.

"you wont listen to me." you muttered, and seeing erens face twitch into an annoyed one in the mirror didn't make you feel any better of the situation.

he only lowly hummed, tying his hair into a half up half down.

"ion wanna hear bout it no more, just let it go–"

"no, listen to me." you stood up, grabbing his arm to turn him towards you. he gave you a bored look, shoving his hands on his pockets.

"if you think i meant what i said when i told armin i loved him, i really dont know what else to say. but when i said it, i promise it didn't mean a thing." you explained, but eren only looked you up and down.

your heart sunk.

"eren..." you furrowed your brows, blinking to find some type of explanation. "don't look at me like that."

he kept his face the same way.

that look he gave you.

it was the look of someone who didnt care anymore.

someone who'd lost all hope. he stared down at you like you were a stranger.

"was it better the first time or the second time?" he asked, giving you a half grin.

you shook your head. "it wasnt good at all."

erens brows raised. "for real? you just wanted to fuck em a third time for no reason? what, third times a charm?" he narrowed his eyes at you. "you wanted a baby?"

your eyes widened at his words as he leaned in closer to you, just next to your ear.

he removed his hands from his pockets and wrapped them around your waist, slowly moving them up your back to pull you closer to him.

you barely had any choice but to wrap yours around his neck.

"you believe me, right?" you just barely whispered, almost pleaded while nuzzling your nose in his neck.

eren hummed, and you felt him nod slowly.

your body rested against him, like you'd melted. like you'd been saved from the worst thing.

you felt him lightly push you away from him, just enough to make eye contact with you.

his hand trailed from your back to your waist, and eventually to your jaw as he looked back and forth to and from both of your eyes.

he glanced down at your necklace, and then back at you.

"i believe you."

thank god.

you felt him pull your face closer to his by your jaw, your lips just a breath away from touching.

"i believe you're full of shit." he muttered.

all of a sudden,

with a sharp motion, eren shoved your face away from his, causing you to stumble back into the bedside table.

your eyes were wide, and your heart raced.

eren gave you a look.

a disgusted one.

one he'd never given you before.

"ion give a fuck if you didnt mean what you said," he made his way back over to you.

you tried to step back, but you didnt have anywhere to go.

"you said it cus you wanted him to stay. you wanted something with em." he reached for your necklace, yanking it off of you, causing you to wince and reach for your now, empty neck.

"and take this shit off. it aint mean nothing from the beginning."

he tossed the necklace on the floor, right by your feet.

and when he turned towards the door, you let him leave, because from that point on, you knew you couldn't stop him.

the last thing he mumbled helped you realize that, if nothing else did,

"im done witchu."

[nova2kss]

. ‎ . ݁⋆ “Attitude”

౨ৎ Connie springer ౨ৎ

Synopsis: After spending a long day complaining to Connie on the farm, he decides to shut your mouth by making it scream something else!

Pairing: Country!Connie + Brat!Black!Reader

Warnings: 𓊆ྀི󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠 Smut, Raw, Overstimulation, cream pie, orgasm denial, spanking, etc.𓊇ྀི

The country life was something you weren't incredibly familiar with as you grew up living the city life or as he called it the "Boujee lifestyle." Even still, connie tried his hardest to make you accustomed to it.

From teaching you how to hunt, fish, and even showing you the way around the farm.

As many times as he took you out of the city, he couldn't take the city out of you.

"Connie it's stinks"

"Connie it's hot"

"Connie these boots hurt my feet"

You had an attitude the entire time you'd been outside and it was annoying the absolute hell out of him hearing you nag in his ear.

Especially while trying to show you how he cares for the farm in 90 degree weather.

From the tight tank top that pushed your breast up to the sparkling clean boots that had never seen a speck of dust before, you didn't seem a smidge bit close to belonging there.

"Con can you carry me, i don't wanna mess my boots up in this mud." You said looking at him pouting. He looked at you dumbfounded, almost as if he didn't want to answer.

"I bought you the boots so you'd get dirty, now bring ya' ass" Connie responded, feeling himself get slightly irritated. He was trying to be patient, but you kept poking at his nerves.

"You know what... don't act like that 'cause I don't want to walk through shit." You smacked your lips, rolling your eves as you walked away, only to be pulled back by your waistband.

"You better cut that shit out right now, you and all this damn complaining" After all this time of hearing your mouth he finally reached his breaking point.

"I'm going inside I'm done." You sighed taking off the gloves you wore. The heat, the dirt, and the smell it was all too much. And nothing was worse than the fact your hair began to sweat.

"I betchu won't go into that house." His grey eyes stared into yours, daring you to move.

"I betchu i will" You said mocking his accent. And fuck was he pissed, watching you strut back to the house did nothing but fuel his frustration.

And just like that you were back in the house, sinking into the bathe water. Gosh did it feel amazing finally being clean again. You weren't necessarily in the wrong, you didn't like being dirty and he knew that so why was he upset?

"Con, you in here baby" You softly yelled leaving the bathroom. To your relief there was no answer. Minutes passed and just as you could get comfortable you heard his deep voice.

"M'here baby" He stood there, his body dripping in sweat with his shirt off and his hat slightly tilted back. His abs glistened in the light with smudges of dirt on them. He looked hot, even as dirty as he was you might of let him bend you over just like that.

Your eyes slowly followed him to the bathroom door praying he didn't close it behind him until he shut it. "Maybe I could use another shower too" You bit your lip, the image of him replaying in your head over and over.

By the time he'd he walked out the bathroom, you'd forgotten your whole interaction from earlier. But there was no way he could, it bugged him to the point where he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Nonetheless, Connie wasn't too big a fan of arguing, so he used another way to express his anger and frustration. A way that he knew you'd listen to him.

"C'mon over baby" He said patting his hand on his lap. And like a puppy you listened, sitting there straddling him as his right hand gripped your waist firmly.

Using his other he pulled you in for a kiss, starting off slowly just pecking your lips before shoving his tongue in. "Conn" You whined feeling his aggression. He swirled his tongue around yours, sucking on it. The sounds from the kiss were disgustingly wet, as the saliva exchange from your mouths leaving a trail behind.

"Ya wanna know something baby, l'm not a fan of attitudes, never have and never will be," He said rubbing his thumb on your lip, wiping the mess left over. Your brown doe eyes followed his movements, craving more than a simple kiss. The pulse between your thighs needed more than a simple kiss.

"So why would I accept one from the woman I love the most hmm?" He questioned staring his low grey eyes into yours. Your lips slightly parted to say something smart, but nothing came out.

"Cat got ya tongue? You were talking so much earlier why stop now?" He smiled crawling his hand up your thigh, feeling your slightly damp panties against himself. Connie was calm, too calm, to the point where it felt scary.

"But Connie I was hot, and tired, and sweaty and it was so much" You justified your actions, you didn't feel like you did anything wrong.

Your fingers began to play with his waistband before he snatched it away making you pout. His gaze lowered, feeling much more intimidating than before.

"I think I'll just have to make you understand your wrongs, it's fine everyone needs to be reminded sometimes". Without giving you time to think, he had you lying there bent over his lap, ass up with his left hand wrapped around your wrist.

His grip held you in place as his right grazed your cheek softly. His calloused hand lifted before harshly crashing back down on your ass.

The unexpected sting traveling throughout your body making you squirm and cry out.

"Fuckkk con!"

One.

"I was patient with you today, and you did nothing but sit there and complain" He spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Connieee" You whimpered feeling the ache of his hand. "Aht Aht, don't start screaming my name unless you're sorry baby" Your face scrunched up, going quiet again.

"But I didn't even-" You were cut off by the harsh pain that landed on your cheek once again, making you hiss. This time the slap felt sharp, and the feeling was more pleasure than pain. His thumb grazed against your panties feeling the heartbeat before pressing down allowing you to drip onto him.

Two.

"As many times as l've told you to respect me as I do for you, you continue raising your damn voice at me" Connie's jaw tightened watching your body jerk. He was frustrated with you, but he was even more pissed watching how horny he was making you.

"This shit must turn you on huh?" He chuckled, his voice making your body twitch. He was right and gosh was it pathetic. The way your nipples were perked up, your swollen puffy clit, and the sticky mess between your thighs was all so embarrassing.

His hand raised once again landing another blow on your ass, this time closer to your pussy making your thighs tremble. "Connie I'm sorry fuck!" You moaned out loudly feeling your body quiver. His hand rubbed and soothed the pain away, ignoring your insincere pleas.

Three.

"Y'know, I hate when you open your pretty mouth to use such filthy words too, yet you still do it" You felt his glare in you, as if his eyes were burning through your skin.

And beneath your belly, he was hard. His dick poked and twitched, feeling every inch of him between the fabric that separated the two of you.

The outline of his print filling your brain with more unholy thoughts than it could fit.

"Baby m'sorryy" You needily apologized, desperate for him to touch you.

Connie's hands released your wrist, laying your body flat on the bed.

He smacks his lips listening to you, as if he didn't believe a word that left your mouth. He pushed your plush brown thighs back into your chest forcing them to press against your breast.

His fingers brushed over your clit, sending a quiver down your spine.

"Youn even know why you're sorry for real, you just want some dick" He rolled his eyes as he pushed your panties to the side. The breeze on your pussy making you whimper.

"Connie please" You were desperate, the longer he didn't touch you the more you needed him. His eyebrow arched as he pulled his cock out. It was pretty, the light tan he had, the way it curved to the right, and the length of it.

Gosh it was big.

Veins lightly popped out the side of it, and it wasn't just long enough but it was thick too.

"You talk so fucking much, baby" He muttered pressing his tip against your clit, his dick twitching hard as your pussy glistened in the light.

"With that mouth, youn even deserve this for real" He frowned before pushing himself in deeply, allowing himself to stretch your walls apart as much as he could. "Fuck!" You gasp knocking your head back.

Only for him to ram himself in you aggressively, his balls slapping against your pussy wetly as your slick covered him.

"What I tell you about talking like that" He growled, his hand wrapping around your throat forcing you to look at him. He thrusted harder making you cry out, your legs trembling. "Con- I can't take it please" You moaned feeling yourself clench around him.

"Oh m'gosh, that's the s-spot!" You screamed as his tip pressed against your g-spot. He had your back arched deeply and your arms clinched the sheets for dear life.

"Shit..." he breathed out. His eyes followed your breast, watching the up and down motion. Connie's fingers teased your nipples, rolling over them before slightly pinching them.

Squelching sounds filled up the room growing louder and louder. The pornographic moans keeping the room anything but silent.

"Please, Connie go slow" The feeling of pain and pleasure swirled together as he deepened himself picking up his pace. "Im-soo-close baby!" You breathed, eyes rolling back. Gosh did it feel good having him fuck you like a madman. The man who was usually slow and patient, ramming inside of your cunt releasing all his frustration

Until a sudden emptiness filled your body, realizing he had pulled out right before you could. cum. His dick twitched in his hand and it's your slick dripping down it. His tip was flushed, throbbing, and swollen as if it never wanted to come out.

"M'sorry baby please" You whined craving the feeling of him inside of you.

"Use your words baby, why are you sorry hmm?" His brows furrowed.

Connie knew you never believed you were wrong in anything, and it pissed him off more than anything. His tip teased against your hole begging to come inside, waiting for your answer.

"I was doing too much baby, i was being a bitch more no reason" You whined, your hand pressing on his chest as his finger rolled over your clit making anything you wanted to say ten times harder.

"Please connie i'm sorry for real this time i'll work on it" You were desperate, you needed him stretching you out again.

"Keep lying to yourself baby, we both know you weren't sorry when you walked back into this damn house" He lifted your thigh onto his shoulder as he aligned himself up with you.

Connie smirked pushing himself inside of you, this time thrusting with rhythm allowing you to feel every inch of him. "Y'feel so fucking good" He moaned, tightening his grip on your hips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your pussy clench around him, every thrust feeling more punishing.

His dick bulging through your stomach. Gosh he was whipped, the more he fucked you the deeper he wanted to be inside your pussy.

"Aht aht, Look at me when you cumming baby" Connie demanded.

And you did, your eye lashes fluttering at him looking into his as you slowly became more and more out of it. Your orgasm shooting through your body as you clenched down on him. Your thighs trembling uncontrollably as your breath heightened screaming his name.

Even after you had came his thrust never stopped, each one sounding louder and louder as your cum covered his dick. You were on such a high all you could do was mutter incoherent moans as he built your body up to its second orgasm.

"Con- so much... too much" You whined digging your nails deeper in his back. You dripped down his thighs, leaving a mess on the sheets. His dick twitched inside of you, letting you know he was about to cum.

Connie's breath brushed your ears, "Y-You feel so fucking amazing" He muttered as his breathing became more shallow. His strokes becoming longer and more passionate.

His dick slammed deep inside of you one last time, filling you up with ropes of his cum. Leaving between your thighs feeling warm and sticky. Even after he pulled out, your thighs continued to tremble, still feeling his shape inside of you, leaving your pussy swollen, puffy, and raw.

"I really fucking hate attitudes baby"

[nova2kss]

You’ll always come back to me

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Black!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, emotional manipulation, toxic behavior, possessive Eren, implied cheating, light choking, rough sex, some guilt on readers end.

The weather was practically perfect, the light rain tapping against the windows and the cool 2 story apartment was equivalent to y/n’s mood…perfect.

Y/N sat curled into the corner of her couch, oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, TV glowing with some reality show she wasn’t really watching as she was binge scrolling TikTok, The warmth of the evening she’d had still lingered on her skin from her earlier date. Dinner, laughter, forehead kisses. Her current boyfriend Elijah was everything she’d said she needed.

He was gentle. Respectful. Predictable in a way that made her feel safe; Elijah was everything her ex wasn’t.

So why did her stomach twist the moment her phone lit up? Because she knew only one person could be contacting her at this time of night.

EREN.

One missed call.

Then a text:

“Outside.”

Y/N stared at the message like it might burn through the screen. She hadn’t seen him in months, mostly cause she tried to avoid him after things got serious with her new boyfriend. She Hadn’t let him touch her, breathe her in, say those things that never meant anything but always felt like everything.

Although she did hook up with him a few times at the beginning stages of her and Elijah’s relationship, she would hopelessly convince herself that it meant nothing. That she was just doing it to relive pressure until she was ready for Elijah.

As she started at the missed call and message she wondered, should She should ignore it? Let it sit there? But her body moved before her brain could catch up.

She pulled the curtain back and peeked through the window. And there he was leaning against his blacked out hellcat rolling up a blunt in his usual black hoodie and and black AF1 sneakers. Hair tied back messy, chains glistening in the dark, jaw set hard, looking up like he could feel her watching.

Her heartbeat betrayed her first.

Then her hand.

Then the door swung open.

Eren didn’t speak when he stepped in. His eyes were glossy, tired but sharp. Y/n figured it was from the weed that lingered on his Nike tech. Those eyes raked over her slowly, drinking in every detail like she was water after a war. The silence between them was too thick to cut, charged with every word they never said and every memory their bodies still remembered.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you muttered, arms crossed.

He smirked faintly

“And yet you opened the door.”

You hated that. Hated how smug he sounded. How confident he always was that you’d come undone for him again. Like you were some well worn habit he could pick back up when the night got too lonely.

But oh how you missed him. Not that you would let him know that

“I’m seeing someone,” you said, a little louder now.

Eren’s head tilted with a smirk, clear as day he wasn’t taking you serious . “He’s the one who wears that cheap ass cologne?”

Your lips pressed into a line.

“Don’t worry,” he added, stepping closer, voice lower, “I’m not here to fight about him.”

You tried to back up, but his hand came up to cup your jaw. His thumb brushed along your cheek, his eyes searching yours like they still had some right to look so deep.

“You look good,” he said, quieter now. “Healthier. Softer.”

Eren’s mind race he couldn’t help but wonder if it’s because you weren’t with him anymore, or if this new person was making you happier than he ever could. He didn’t show it but that scared him.

Your breath hitched. “I told you not to come here anymore.”

“You said that before,” Eren replied, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. “But you never mean it.”

Y/n looks at him as if she needs him to put out the fire that’s burning between her legs, the one he put there.

“Just kiss me EJ”

His lips crashed into yours with no further protest, The kiss was violent just like the history between you too.

Eren pushed your back into the wall, hands sliding beneath the you were wearing hoodie to grip your waist, you thighs.

He lifted you so easily, so naturally, your legs wrapping around his hips, pressing his body between yours like he was trying to fit inside your skin.

“You’ve been fucking him in our bed?” he asked, voice thick, laced with some underlying anger

He huffed at your response and carried you to the couch.

He pulled your panties to the side, he didn’t have enough patience to remove them. His fingers found their way into you. You moaned so loud feeling the familiar stretch Eren’s fast, skilled, focused, like he’d memorized every reaction you give him before and was hell-bent on dragging it back out of you for him.

“You miss me?” he muttered against her throat. “This pussy did. She’s soaking.”

“Shut up, Eren—” it’s a choked sob, she couldn’t even argue right now if she wanted to.

“Why mhm? You want him to hear you moan from his spot on the pillow?”

And when he dropped to his knees between her thighs, she completely lost the ability to argue.

It was pathetic how the gushiness of your pussy and eren slurping it like his life depended on it, was the only thing that could be heard on the walls of your apartment

His mouth was relentless licking, sucking, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue while his fingers stroked her slowly from the inside. Y/N’s head fell back, a sob of pleasure escaping her throat as Her legs trembled.

With quickness your body started to ooze that creamy goodness around his fingers making him even more cocky than he deserved to be.

“Can’t even stay mad long, can you?” Eren murmured. “Your body’s still mine.”

You hated how true it felt.

Y/N didn’t realize how quickly it escalated one second telling him to leave, the next her back slammed against the wall with a soft thud, Eren’s mouth on her neck, his body pressing into hers like he was trying to fuse them together.

Y/n couldn’t help but to keep cumming at his words, after all he knew her body the best

“Still so fuckin sweet” she could barely fathom what he was saying. She bit her lip hard, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her fall apart, but Eren was relentless. He sucked harder, faster, moaning into her like he got off on her reactions.

“Fuck—Eren…!”

Her hand gripped the back of his head, curls twisting around her fingers as her thighs trembled on either side of his face. He didn’t stop until her back arched off the couch, breath ragged, thighs trying to close around him. He liked when she got overwhelmed, it meant he was doing it right.

“Yes baby yes mhmmcumminggg”

And he sure as hell slurped up all your nut with pleasure.

He pulled away just long enough to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and pupils blown wide, looking at your fucked our face with that stupid ass smirk.

Only Eren could give you that much of a toe curling orgasm after swearing you hate him. He just knows how to suck you right back in where he wants you every time.

Unfortunately he just felt like being petty towards you today as he freed himself from his sweats

“That other boy getchu like this?”

He leaned over her, dragging the head of his cock through her folds.

Eren was face to face giving her soft kisses as she whimpered against him; it was almost too late to fight the temptation.

Eren’s voice is so condescending, almost mockingly as he taps the head of his dick against your sensitive bud “Bet he’s so soft. Gentle. Ain’t never had you crying like I do.”

Without warning He pushed in, it was slow and deep, the thickness of his dick stretched you out until your mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut. Eren gives you no time to adjust, Just set a pace that was rough, steady, and mean.

His hand unknowingly wraps around your throat, Skin clapping against skin. The hoodie you wore riding up and most of the clothes discarded. just enough to ruin you, like always.

He rested his his head on your shoulder by your head letting out his pussy drunk rambles

“F-fuckkk baby I missed this”

“I missed my pussy so much ma”

“I know you missed your dick”

“Tell me it’s mine mama”

Y/n was dickmatized.. but not dickmatized enough to not put up a fight.

You shake your head

“Mhm mhm”

You. Are. Mine,” he grunted with each thrust. “Say it.”

“N-no ah shi-“ you whimpered

Eren pulls your leg higher, pushing deeper, tightening his grip on your throat

“Say. It.”

Your facade was melting fast, you still attempted to put up a fight. Before you could even get the next no out he thrusted harder sensing your reluctance he fucked you harder.

He was gonna coax it outta you, his voice softened with his thrust, he somehow got deeper than he already along with the steady eye contact that held, love? Hate? Lust?? You couldn’t tell what was in both of your eyes that was making you melt under him.

“Tell me baby whose pussy is this”

Y/N moaned through her teeth, jaw shaking. “It’s yours, Eren. Fuck—it’s yours!”

That smug, dangerous smirk returned.

“That’s what I thought.”

He was so evil to you and you fell for his dumb little trap every time.

He fucked you like he was trying to erase every memory of another man. Pulling your hair. Biting your shoulder. He Hit that spot so good you felt tears brimming behind your eyes. You were a mess under him. breathless, raw, babbling things you couldn’t possibly mean just to make him stay like this a little longer, just to make you feel like this a little longer.

And when you came came again it was loud, broken, legs twitching, soul crushing.. but he didn’t stop.

He continued to thrust in your his beaten up pussy

He chased his own release with short, brutal thrusts, burying himself fully with a deep groan. He came hard, holding your hips in place, leaving bite marks and bruises like a signature.

Neither of them moved right away.

You laid there exposed, overstimulated, lips parted and chest rising fast. Eren kissed her cheek, her neck, her collarbone soft, almost sweet as if he were trying to make up for the fact that he just destroyed you in a way no man could.

For a moment your mind runs back to Elijah and your heart drops thinking of how he would feel if he ever found out about this. Your thoughts are interrupted by Eren’s kisses against your flushed skin stop.

“Still trying to pretend you’re over me?” he whispered.

You don’t answer

Because the truth was written all over your skin.

A/n: Ekkkkk!! This is probably the best fic I’ve ever written and I’m so proud of it

I had so much fun writing this I was kicking my feet whole time.

Thinking about making this into a series just lmk what you guys think

I love toxic eren x reader

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You’ll always come back to me

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Black!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, emotional manipulation, toxic behavior, possessive Eren, implied cheating, light choking, rough sex, some guilt on readers end.

The weather was practically perfect, the light rain tapping against the windows and the cool 2 story apartment was equivalent to y/n’s mood…perfect.

Y/N sat curled into the corner of her couch, oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, TV glowing with some reality show she wasn’t really watching as she was binge scrolling TikTok, The warmth of the evening she’d had still lingered on her skin from her earlier date. Dinner, laughter, forehead kisses. Her current boyfriend Elijah was everything she’d said she needed.

He was gentle. Respectful. Predictable in a way that made her feel safe; Elijah was everything her ex wasn’t.

So why did her stomach twist the moment her phone lit up? Because she knew only one person could be contacting her at this time of night.

EREN.

One missed call.

Then a text:

“Outside.”

Y/N stared at the message like it might burn through the screen. She hadn’t seen him in months, mostly cause she tried to avoid him after things got serious with her new boyfriend. She Hadn’t let him touch her, breathe her in, say those things that never meant anything but always felt like everything.

Although she did hook up with him a few times at the beginning stages of her and Elijah’s relationship, she would hopelessly convince herself that it meant nothing. That she was just doing it to relive pressure until she was ready for Elijah.

As she started at the missed call and message she wondered, should She should ignore it? Let it sit there? But her body moved before her brain could catch up.

She pulled the curtain back and peeked through the window. And there he was leaning against his blacked out hellcat rolling up a blunt in his usual black hoodie and and black AF1 sneakers. Hair tied back messy, chains glistening in the dark, jaw set hard, looking up like he could feel her watching.

Her heartbeat betrayed her first.

Then her hand.

Then the door swung open.

Eren didn’t speak when he stepped in. His eyes were glossy, tired but sharp. Y/n figured it was from the weed that lingered on his Nike tech. Those eyes raked over her slowly, drinking in every detail like she was water after a war. The silence between them was too thick to cut, charged with every word they never said and every memory their bodies still remembered.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you muttered, arms crossed.

He smirked faintly

“And yet you opened the door.”

You hated that. Hated how smug he sounded. How confident he always was that you’d come undone for him again. Like you were some well worn habit he could pick back up when the night got too lonely.

But oh how you missed him. Not that you would let him know that

“I’m seeing someone,” you said, a little louder now.

Eren’s head tilted with a smirk, clear as day he wasn’t taking you serious . “He’s the one who wears that cheap ass cologne?”

Your lips pressed into a line.

“Don’t worry,” he added, stepping closer, voice lower, “I’m not here to fight about him.”

You tried to back up, but his hand came up to cup your jaw. His thumb brushed along your cheek, his eyes searching yours like they still had some right to look so deep.

“You look good,” he said, quieter now. “Healthier. Softer.”

Eren’s mind race he couldn’t help but wonder if it’s because you weren’t with him anymore, or if this new person was making you happier than he ever could. He didn’t show it but that scared him.

Your breath hitched. “I told you not to come here anymore.”

“You said that before,” Eren replied, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. “But you never mean it.”

Y/n looks at him as if she needs him to put out the fire that’s burning between her legs, the one he put there.

“Just kiss me EJ”

His lips crashed into yours with no further protest, The kiss was violent just like the history between you too.

Eren pushed your back into the wall, hands sliding beneath the you were wearing hoodie to grip your waist, you thighs.

He lifted you so easily, so naturally, your legs wrapping around his hips, pressing his body between yours like he was trying to fit inside your skin.

“You’ve been fucking him in our bed?” he asked, voice thick, laced with some underlying anger

He huffed at your response and carried you to the couch.

He pulled your panties to the side, he didn’t have enough patience to remove them. His fingers found their way into you. You moaned so loud feeling the familiar stretch Eren’s fast, skilled, focused, like he’d memorized every reaction you give him before and was hell-bent on dragging it back out of you for him.

“You miss me?” he muttered against her throat. “This pussy did. She’s soaking.”

“Shut up, Eren—” it’s a choked sob, she couldn’t even argue right now if she wanted to.

“Why mhm? You want him to hear you moan from his spot on the pillow?”

And when he dropped to his knees between her thighs, she completely lost the ability to argue.

It was pathetic how the gushiness of your pussy and eren slurping it like his life depended on it, was the only thing that could be heard on the walls of your apartment

His mouth was relentless licking, sucking, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue while his fingers stroked her slowly from the inside. Y/N’s head fell back, a sob of pleasure escaping her throat as Her legs trembled.

With quickness your body started to ooze that creamy goodness around his fingers making him even more cocky than he deserved to be.

“Can’t even stay mad long, can you?” Eren murmured. “Your body’s still mine.”

You hated how true it felt.

Y/N didn’t realize how quickly it escalated one second telling him to leave, the next her back slammed against the wall with a soft thud, Eren’s mouth on her neck, his body pressing into hers like he was trying to fuse them together.

Y/n couldn’t help but to keep cumming at his words, after all he knew her body the best

“Still so fuckin sweet” she could barely fathom what he was saying. She bit her lip hard, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her fall apart, but Eren was relentless. He sucked harder, faster, moaning into her like he got off on her reactions.

“Fuck—Eren…!”

Her hand gripped the back of his head, curls twisting around her fingers as her thighs trembled on either side of his face. He didn’t stop until her back arched off the couch, breath ragged, thighs trying to close around him. He liked when she got overwhelmed, it meant he was doing it right.

“Yes baby yes mhmmcumminggg”

And he sure as hell slurped up all your nut with pleasure.

He pulled away just long enough to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and pupils blown wide, looking at your fucked our face with that stupid ass smirk.

Only Eren could give you that much of a toe curling orgasm after swearing you hate him. He just knows how to suck you right back in where he wants you every time.

Unfortunately he just felt like being petty towards you today as he freed himself from his sweats

“That other boy getchu like this?”

He leaned over her, dragging the head of his cock through her folds.

Eren was face to face giving her soft kisses as she whimpered against him; it was almost too late to fight the temptation.

Eren’s voice is so condescending, almost mockingly as he taps the head of his dick against your sensitive bud “Bet he’s so soft. Gentle. Ain’t never had you crying like I do.”

Without warning He pushed in, it was slow and deep, the thickness of his dick stretched you out until your mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut. Eren gives you no time to adjust, Just set a pace that was rough, steady, and mean.

His hand unknowingly wraps around your throat, Skin clapping against skin. The hoodie you wore riding up and most of the clothes discarded. just enough to ruin you, like always.

He rested his his head on your shoulder by your head letting out his pussy drunk rambles

“F-fuckkk baby I missed this”

“I missed my pussy so much ma”

“I know you missed your dick”

“Tell me it’s mine mama”

Y/n was dickmatized.. but not dickmatized enough to not put up a fight.

You shake your head

“Mhm mhm”

You. Are. Mine,” he grunted with each thrust. “Say it.”

“N-no ah shi-“ you whimpered

Eren pulls your leg higher, pushing deeper, tightening his grip on your throat

“Say. It.”

Your facade was melting fast, you still attempted to put up a fight. Before you could even get the next no out he thrusted harder sensing your reluctance he fucked you harder.

He was gonna coax it outta you, his voice softened with his thrust, he somehow got deeper than he already along with the steady eye contact that held, love? Hate? Lust?? You couldn’t tell what was in both of your eyes that was making you melt under him.

“Tell me baby whose pussy is this”

Y/N moaned through her teeth, jaw shaking. “It’s yours, Eren. Fuck—it’s yours!”

That smug, dangerous smirk returned.

“That’s what I thought.”

He was so evil to you and you fell for his dumb little trap every time.

He fucked you like he was trying to erase every memory of another man. Pulling your hair. Biting your shoulder. He Hit that spot so good you felt tears brimming behind your eyes. You were a mess under him. breathless, raw, babbling things you couldn’t possibly mean just to make him stay like this a little longer, just to make you feel like this a little longer.

And when you came came again it was loud, broken, legs twitching, soul crushing.. but he didn’t stop.

He continued to thrust in your his beaten up pussy

He chased his own release with short, brutal thrusts, burying himself fully with a deep groan. He came hard, holding your hips in place, leaving bite marks and bruises like a signature.

Neither of them moved right away.

You laid there exposed, overstimulated, lips parted and chest rising fast. Eren kissed her cheek, her neck, her collarbone soft, almost sweet as if he were trying to make up for the fact that he just destroyed you in a way no man could.

For a moment your mind runs back to Elijah and your heart drops thinking of how he would feel if he ever found out about this. Your thoughts are interrupted by Eren’s kisses against your flushed skin stop.

“Still trying to pretend you’re over me?” he whispered.

You don’t answer

Because the truth was written all over your skin.

A/n: Ekkkkk!! This is probably the best fic I’ve ever written and I’m so proud of it

I had so much fun writing this I was kicking my feet whole time.

Thinking about making this into a series just lmk what you guys think

I love toxic eren x reader

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₊ ⊹⋅˚₊‧ summer favs!!!! (my favorite works pt. 3) ‧₊˚ ⋅⊹₊ ⋆

i’ve been so bored this summer so I hope that this will spice your summer up 😛

notice!!! I did not write any of these of these works! I tagged the respective writers next to each one. I really enjoyed reading them and want to share these stories. Please follow these writers and support them for the great work that they continuously write! - angietherula

attack on titan

connie

angeleyes @shawtuzi

miss you @mirathescientist

eren

richboyclient!eren @cindol

carnal @swytdoll

lipstick @shawtuzi

free use w/ roommate!eren @chrollohearttags

bestfriend!eren @shawtuzi

sugar @st4rbwrry

erwin

big papi erwin @nydascienceguy

onyankopon

icarus @todosdream

cocoa butter kisses @st4rbwrry

gamer girlz @thecoochiefairy

reiner

keeper! @pinkmirth

fuck me like you missed me, daddy @wintrrxxo

jujutsu kaisen

toji

oh to love and be loved @tojisteddy

d1athlete!toji @garden0fyves

fuckin problems @shaguro

dad’s best friend @wintrrxxo

bulking toji @swytdoll

baecation w/ toji @nydascienceguy

nanami

husband nanami @holeforzenin

satoru

baker!gf @shawtuzi

pussy got power @satorena

sucky sucky @thecoochiefairy

sukuna

love thy neighbor ii @chrollohearttags

protectivebf!sukuna @kisssukuna33

call of duty

simon “ghost” riley

oral fixation @missduval

ruthless @tojisteddy

II hands ll heaven @tojisteddy

forfeit @tojisteddy

john price

ditzy!reader @tojisteddy

bleach

kenpachi

sugardaddy!kenpachi @wintrrxxo

kensei

biting and edging @wintrrxxo

kisuke

olderbf!kisuke @empathicliar

shunsui

yellow dress @eiflawriting

misc

good good girl (armin & connie) @arminzblackbimbo

sticky!sticky!sticky! (eren & suguru) @shawtuzi

college is a bitch; but you got this (jason todd) @mtcloudsworld

just try @dollyfetti

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If nicolandria wins love island im writing the sluttiest longest eren fic I’ve ever written

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Literally got my mom to vote LMFAOAO

Hey guys do me a favor really quick and download the love island app

Vote for the doll

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Hey guys do me a favor really quick and download the love island app

Vote for the doll

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note: make sure your twitter is up and running smoothly and there's no one beside you ofc. if the links stop working i won't be updating

satoru gojo: how he sounds

☆ favourite type of foreplay

☆ when you cook him his favourite food

☆ he couldn't wait 'till you got home

nanami kento: how he sounds

☆ loves being welcomed home like this

☆ looked like it needed the attention

☆ how he spends his off days

suguru geto: how he sounds

☆ loves to spend his morning fingering you

☆ he couldn't resist. they just look so pretty

☆ he wants to go at it for hours

toji fushiguro: how he sounds

☆ he loves to see you spread out like that for him

☆ favourite dessert after dinner

☆ your pyjamas just looked so adorable

sukuna ryomen: how he sounds

☆ punishing you just because he can

☆ he's feelin' nice today

☆ be a good girl and scream his name

choso kamo: how he sounds

☆ he comes home after such a long and tiring day

☆ the movie's long forgotten

☆ promised he was only gonna hold your hand

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just had the realization of a lifetime, Xavier Legette is literally country boy ony and there’s no convincing me otherwise