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Eren chronicles

It’s my pumpkins birthday in 5 days, here’s something quick i wrote.

Not proofread so excuse mistakes for now

Content: smut, a bit fluff(?) and yeah. Eren is annoying but that’s why i love him. I was scrolling down TikTok and saw this video, which suddenly inspired this fic

“Babe, I really don’t get what I’m supposed to do”

Your boyfriend isn’t the brightest when it comes to social media, he prefers spending his time with you

“It’s just a trend, Eren. It’s for my tiktok” you swift your hand as a sign for him to hurry

The trend is to put your partner in positions they put you in during sex. Eren doesn’t know this though. You told him it was a trend to see how flexible he was

He sulks as he walks to you, “can i get tummy rub’s after?”

“Down”

“Like this?” He asks with his back pressed against the floor

“Mhm, now press your knees to your chest”, you notice him hesitate yet he follows through anyway. “Babe, am i doing a good job?”

“Of course baby, now spread your legs but like, keep them pressed up against your chest”. Eren loves to put you in a mating position while fucking you, claiming seeing your face helps him cum better. Which is bull. Anything gets him off, he just likes to see you struggle

You silently let out a laugh at how adorable he looks, he’s smiling so hard thinking he’s proving to you that he’s flexible

“Now sit on the couch and spread your legs”

He now seems to be invested now since he quickly follows. “Bounce up and down, you should feel a stretch”

He raises an eyebrow, “up and down?”.

You stepped in front of him with your phone to show him a pose you found on google. “Yes, apparently it’s a good burn, especially when using weights”

“You could be my weight. Hop on this dick for me?”

sick fuck

You expected a smug smile on his face but the man seemed serious as he was eyeing you up and down. “Omg? Is sex all you ever think about?”

“Yeah?” he replies as if you asked a dumb question. “It was a rhetorical question, Eren. Now get on with it i need to post this video”

He’s wearing his grey joggers, low waisted of course. Your boyfriend also seems to be allergic to wearing shirts, claiming it feels “suffocating”(???)

After getting the perfect clip of him looking all focused, basically riding the couch, you present the third pose. His go to when he’s horny.

“Great, now turn around for me baby. Put your knees on the couch”. He likes to take you from the back with your panties on. sick. He even bought a bunch of miniskirts for you to wear, easy access for your perverted boyfriend to peek through

“Like this?“ he asks. You’re glad the camera is hiding the ugly smirk on your face

“Yeah, just like that. Now just bend, like, arch your back a bit for me” you add.

He didn’t oblige.

“Eren?”

Your boyfriend slowly turns his face towards you as you lower your phone. He stands up, facing your way. As he stands in front of you, he places a strand of hair behind your ear

“You think I wouldn’t catch on?” he whispers in your ear while taking the phone from your hand, placing it on the counter. “Did dummy try to trick Eren?”

Your face grows hot at the quick change in the atmosphere. Breath hitching, you try to collect your words “what” you nervously laugh, “it’s only a tren-“

“Did you enjoy making fun of me?” he interrupts while dragging you to the couch. You need to talk to him about the manhandling. You know better than to answer

“Ass up”

You bite your lip as you take in a shaky breath, “no, I haven’t shaved”. Even though he’s told you countless of times he doesn’t care. He might even like it better

He does not respond well to this. “Fucking so? Ass. Up.” as the stares right into your eyes

You’re only wearing his t-shirt with some panties on. Carefully, you bend over on the couch as Eren really takes his time to look. The silence making you a bit nervous at first

“Pretty”, is all he says. His hands are roaming around your body with your now pushed up shirt. Fingers grazing over your nipples. Moving down to your panties, pushing them aside as he takes a deep inhale of your cunt. You squirm to get away but he pulls you back

“Don’t try to hide from me. I want to see you” to which you only whimper in respons

The pad of his thumb moves up, circulating around the small of your back, gradually pressing himself up against your sex, very slowly. He’s bucking his hips into you

His hips meet yours and you can feel his shaft press agains you. You’re having clothed, patient sex. And god does it feel lewd

Upon your breathless whimpers, he asks, “do you like this?”. You do, you really do. “Mhm” you moan quietly. Eren laughs in response, which has you questioning what’s so funny

He turns you around so you’re now facing each other, and plops his body weight down on yours. You’re skin to skin with only a pair of joggers and your panties in the way. His head rests on your neck and there it is, another laugh

“You thought u could trick me, [name]?” It’s surprising to your how your boyfriend so quickly can shift the mood. It’s one of your favorite things about him, how unexpected he is. Your hands tangle his hair as you run your fingers through it, “it was a bit funny”

He’s hugging you tightly, placing featherlight kisses on your neck. “Ren, it tickles” you frown, trying to push his head away. He responds by kissing your nose, and pecking your lips a solid 3 times. Making his way down to your boobs, rubbing his face in between them. The hands that were behind your back, slowly move down to your hips.

Rutting them against him

“Look at what you did to me. Do you feel how hard i am?”

Before you can speak, he closes the distance between your lips, engulfing your tongue in his. “Need more Ren” you breathe out.

he thinks you’re so cute. The looks he’s giving you makes you instantly blush. The way he’s caressing your face, smiling down at you. It only deepens the frown on your face.

“I want you do get on your knee’s” now he’s the one to instruct. You consider not following but decided to save yourself the trouble. Once you’ve obliged, he eyes your body hungrily. “Now stuff yourself with your fingers for me”

not what you had in mind. “Wha—“

“You heard me, i want you to bounce on your finger for me” he repeated, using a tone more stern. Warning you not to question him. You’re looking at him like he just stole your food, confusion plastered all over your face. ��Kay” you nod

He helps spread your legs before sitting back, pulling his sweats down.

Of course he was free balling.

While maintaining eye contact, you bring your hands down to your folds. Ghosting over your swollen clit with your fingers. The look on your face has Eren slowly stroking his cock. “Play with yourself”

You oblige by entering your dripping cunt with your finger. The intrusion has you biting down on your bottom lip. All while Eren spreads his precum on his shaft. Hips jerk forwards as you both fuck yourselves on your hands

Your skin heats up at the imagine of both of you getting off to each other. Adding a second finger to your cunt that creates wet sounds that only brings Eren closer

“Fuck you’re so sloppy” he breathes out. He feels his muscles tensing, fastening his pace

Your pacing is desperate and definitely not enough. “Need you Eren, please” your blurting pleads out as you keep rolling your hips on your fingers.

The image pushes Eren over the edge as he reaches his peak. Fucking his hand through his orgasm as thick ropes of cum land on his stomach. He cum’s very hard. Seeing him whine only brings you closer to finish

Once regaining his breath, he walks up to you and take your fingers out of your cunt. You could die of happiness, nothing and no one has ever made you cum better than Eren has. The need of release almost brings tears to your eyes

He notices your enthusiasm and reincorporates it with a reassuring smile. Slowly bringing your fingers into his mouth to suck them off. Then leaving a wet kiss against your lips. One that has you melting at the feeling on his tongue circling around yours

You take a deep breath in await for what’s to come

Eren scoops up his cum with two of his fingers and pushes it into your cunt. “Yeah, get you real nice and full”

he’s whispering a lot disgusting things while focusing on his task. Not that you care. His fingers feel so different than yours, you feel so stuffed already

“Baby?” he meets your face. “Hmm?” Is all you can gather yourself to respond with

“Good luck getting off by yourself” he cheekily smiles, taking his fingers out of you

what did he just say?

He pushes his sweatpants up and quickly puts a hoodie on. “I’m going to Armin’s, let me know if you need anything” is all he says with a smug expression

“Eren, seriously don’t you dare—“

“Oh and btw, that yoga thing? I’d love to see you in a few poses when i get home. I’ll have a lot of fun with ya” is the last thing he adds before winking and leaving the house

You’re left dumbfounded, you never got off. He’ll definitely pay for this one

*ring*

“[name?]”

Bingo

“Jean, would you be down for a TikTok video? It’s just a trend where i test out your flexibility”

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rein4r1 · 3 years ago

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change of heart / eren yeager x fem!reader / college au

a/n: got serious s4 eren brain rot. we’ve all been there

warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, sexual themes, strong language, smoking/drinking, kind of toxic!eren to begin with, consensual sex, descriptions of sex, praise kink, pet names (angel, baby, princess)

word count: 2621

College was made for people like Eren Yeager. Captain of the football team, undeniably beautiful, a stand-up student, and the biggest fuckboy you’d ever met.

Keep reading

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rein4r1 · 3 years ago

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As an atheist, I am fucking on my knees praying with a rosary because I cannot believe there are 30 million idiotic Filipinos who voted the son of the dictator who fucked our country to the ground.

My heart breaks for the victims of his family. I need another bottle of alcohol at this point.

#2022 elections #philippine elections

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rein4r1 · 3 years ago

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So I found this audio series that reminds me of Eren…

It’s called The Boy Next Door and it’s rlly fucking good, I highly recommend it!! Now fair warning, most of these contain a lot of smut, so just so you know. Imma link each part below <3 (Also I tried to shorten the links but tumblr is being a bitch, might be bc I’m using mobile idk 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Part 1 - https://soundgasm.net/u/Qarnivore/M4F-The-Boy-Next-Door-Part-1-Church-WhisperingTeasingGrowlingHandjobBeg-for-Me

Part 2 - https://soundgasm.net/u/Qarnivore/M4F-The-Boy-Next-Door-Part-2-Pillow-Talk-WhisperingSleepyTeasingGrowlingMansoundsBeg-for-MeASMR2305

Part 3 - https://soundgasm.net/u/Qarnivore/M4F-The-Boy-Next-Door-Part-3-Library-MdomPublicCum-with-MeDirty-PantiesWhisperingTeasingGrowlingBeggingWhimpering2041

Part 4 (This is a threesome one, I thought Mikasa fit in with this one) - https://soundgasm.net/u/Qarnivore/M4FF-The-Boy-Next-Door-Part-4-Such-Good-Friends-MdomThreesomeMake-OutInstructing-YouEncouragingOralGrowlingWhispering2147

Part 5 - https://soundgasm.net/u/Qarnivore/M4F-The-Boy-Next-Door-Part-5-Jealousy-MdomPossesiveNamecallingRoughWhisperingTeasingGrowling1749

Part 6 - https://soundgasm.net/u/Qarnivore/M4F-The-Boy-Next-Door-Part-6-Distraction-MdomSpankingStudyingASMRWhisperingGrowlingTeasingCountdown2401

Part 7 - https://soundgasm.net/u/Qarnivore/M4F-The-Boy-Next-Door-Part-7-Anxiety-GentleWhisperingCalmingCaringNon-Sexual1231

Part 8 - https://soundgasm.net/u/Qarnivore/M4F-The-Boy-next-Door-Part-8-Anger-MdomRoughSpankingOrgasm-ControlGrowlingTeasingWhispering2134

Part 9 - https://soundgasm.net/u/Qarnivore/M4F-The-Boy-Next-Door-Part-9-Birthday-GentleVanillaKissingWhisperingTeasingMassageCum-with-MeBFE2339

Part 10 - https://soundgasm.net/u/Qarnivore/M4F-The-Boy-Next-Door-Part-10-Thanksgiving-Gentle-MdomBFEBlowjobMansoundsOralTeasingGrowlingWhisperingCum-With-Me2311

Part 11 - https://soundgasm.net/u/Qarnivore/M4F-The-Boy-Next-Door-Part-11-Summer-Heat-MdomLifeguardBlowjobCum-With-MeTeasingKissingWhispering2030

And that’s it! I know there is a lot of parts but I swear it’s worth the listen, they’re rlly good

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rein4r1 · 3 years ago

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he is a whore but we're not complaining

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rein4r1 · 3 years ago

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Eren as Ares, god of war. I had a lot of fun drawing it, because I combined two subjects that I love: Eren and the warriors.

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rein4r1 · 3 years ago

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Lisztomania: Part I

Part I: The Start of an Odius Relationship

Ode (n): A music piece which defines the setting for and typically accompanies lyrical poetry

Masterlist & Music Playlist

Pairing: Pianist!Eren x Pianist!Reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers, childhood rivals, mutual pinning, fluff, eventual smut in part V.

Length: 4.7K

CW: None for this section

Songs mentioned in this section:

Un Sospiro by Liszt

Gymnopédie No. 2 by Satie

Nocturne No. 20 in C# Minor by Chopin

Ständchen by Franz Schubert

Clair de Lune by Debussy

Carla Jaeger was used to her son filling their home with the beautiful sounds of his piano playing; it’d been years since he picked up the instrument–many late nights and many early mornings of his were spent at the upright in their foyer. Now at 14 years old, he’d become quite good at it, good enough to play solos and wow the audience away at his recitals. She’d been told that he was a ‘prodigy’, someone born to play the pianoforte. But to her, he was just her son, using the instrument to express himself as he pleased.

Most days, expressions of his emotions took the forms of magnificent conciertos and loud, commanding marches and waltzes. She’d heard a comment or two from the neighbors on more than one occasion–that even with the expansive size of the Jaeger house, the reverberations of the impressive keystrokes carried through the open windows and the padded walls into the homes of their next-door neighbors. Eren cared little for the poor eardrums of those within proximity, smashing the keys when he was angry, or making songs more punctuated and staccato with his impatience. Carla would reprimand him as a child, but of all the outlets for his emotions, playing piano was an innocent one, so she didn’t harp on him too hard.

Regardless of the reasons, she was used to the types of songs he would play. Which is why, on a particularly dreary and rainy afternoon, as she walked up the basement stairs with a basket of freshly-folded laundry at her hip, she was surprised to hear a different type of song drifting across the main floor and down towards the basement. It was slow, misshapen, mistakes here and there, interrupted by his hushed curse words and the occasional frustrated slam of a key. But it was beautiful.

“What song is that, Eren?” Carla asked him as she sent down the basket of laundry at the base of the stairs.

Eren hadn’t realized that she had heard him, and quickly placed his hands onto his lap. He felt like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “Nothing, really.”

She came closer, to stand behind him while he sat at the bench. She tucked a short strand of his hair behind his ear, not because it was in the way of anything, only as a gesture of affection. He never minded the physical touch of his mother’s love, except now, in his embarrassment he leaned forward just a little–just enough to move away from her palm.

“It was really nice–will you play it again?” Carla asked softly, seeing the way her son looked so solemn.

“I’m just learning it. It’s nowhere near ready,” he protested.

“I’d still love to hear it, mistakes and all.”

Eren sighed, placing his hands at the piano once more. He started the arpeggios, albeit very very slowly. The song was difficult–that much was visible from the way Eren’s head bobbed back and forth between the sheets and his hands. Carla might have even wagered it was way above his current skill set. But Eren played it as slowly as he could manage, just for a few minutes before sighing in frustration.

“It’s a hard song,” he said, giving an excuse for his mistakes.

Carla squeezed her son’s shoulders softly. “It only means once you master it you’ll be an even better player.”

“I want to learn it now,” Eren muttered, whining with annoyance at his own skill level.

Carla moved to sit next to him at the bench. “What’s with the impatience, honey?”

At her question, his ears and cheeks burned just the softest tint of rose. “I just want to.”

Carla smiled knowingly. “Are you trying to impress someone special?”

Eren turned his face away from his mother. “No, nothing like that.”

She leaned over and pinched his ear playfully. “You know your ears turn red when you lie, Eren.”

“Okay, okay,” he sighed in defeat. “Maybe you’re right.”

Carla bit her lips to stifle a chuckle. “Mother always is. Tell me about them.”

“She… plays piano too.” His words were slow to leave his lips, like they weighed heavy in his chest. Perhaps it was the first time he ever admitted out loud that he had feelings for someone, because he looked so unsure of himself–lips quivering and hands shaky on his knees.

“That’s lovely, you must have so much in common.”

“Well, not really–actually, I think she hates me,” Eren snorted in defeat.

“Why would she?”

“Because I’m an idiot.” Eren’s shoulders sagged, heavy with his conflicting feelings. “I did something really mean a long time ago and I think it just ruined everything.”

“So you’re learning this song to say sorry?” Carla questioned.

“No,” he said, this time immediately. Forcefully, with his whole chest. “She just said in class the other day that her favorite composer was Liszt… I guess I looked up some songs and this one just seemed so much like her… it’s really beautiful.” His cheeks burned at the admission, and he wouldn’t look over at his mother if his life depended on it. Instead, he stared at his open palms. The hands that made you hate him. It made him wish he wasn’t any good at piano–that instead it was you that took to piano as naturally and as effortlessly as he had. Maybe then you wouldn’t hate him for being himself.

“Well if you feel so strongly about her and about the song–then don’t rush. Play it when it’s absolutely perfect.” She brushed her palm over his bangs as he blinked up at her, soaking in every word she spoke. “If you want to show her what you feel, you want it to be the best it can be, right? Just wait until the time is right, Eren; the song will say everything that you need it to.”

“Okay.” He nodded.

She patted his cheek. “And make sure you say sorry. Before she never forgives you.”

“You think she won’t?”

Carla brushed away his hair once more in an effort to soothe the worry that knotted his brows. “Well, Eren…sometimes if you wait too long for forgiveness, it will never come.”

Her words seemed to worry him even more. But she only smiled softly. “Don’t worry. If that song is what you really feel, then she’ll understand.”

Eren nodded, a soft sigh leaving his lips. That seemed to be the theme lately, especially with this piece–a sigh. “Un sospiro”. But Eren couldn’t tell what the title of the song really meant: was it a sigh of relief? A sigh of sorrow? ‘Un sospiro’ is considered one of the most beautiful pieces ever written–but Eren for the life of him couldn’t understand its meaning.

And maybe that’s why he came to associate it with you.

Deep down at heart, you were always a romantic.

It started from the moment you took up piano as a child, amazed by music even as a babe. Every piece you ever learned, you poured your heart and soul into them. Whether it be Mary Had A Little Lamb or Chopsticks, you practiced them until your fingers were sore and your butt hurt in that uncomfortable little piano bench. With every successful piece that you learned came the hunger and drive to learn more, to try new styles, to be the best player you could possibly be. You strived for the applause from the audience, the recognition that came with having talent. It was your way to stand out, to make your mark on the world, to prove that your passion had meaning. Even if it took hours and hours of practice, years and years of gradually improving, you had a dream to be an incredible player and accepted the hard work that came with it.

But for Eren, becoming a pianist just started out as a hobby.

His parents were wealthy, his much older brother was busy being a teenager, and he wasn’t very good at making friends. Once he was of school-age, it’d been suggested by the music teacher to have him learn piano; he seemed to gravitate towards it during their music classes. And though Eren wasn’t all that excited about it (he’d rather be playing video games with his older brother, to be honest), it turned out that Eren was what people would call a prodigy.

Barely a year into lessons and he was already playing waltzes and marches, mastering the keys with his growing hands. Once he was in middle school, he already was able to play songs that normally would require years and years of lessons to learn. He came to find that he quite liked it: he normally wasn’t very good with handling his emotions, prone to outbursts and childish tantrums. But when it came to piano, there was a song for everything. When he was angry, he could slam the keys to Mozart’s Turkish March. When he was sad, he could switch it up and play Mozart’s Lacrimosa instead. And when he thought about you, he could spend hours playing romances until his fingers got sore.

While most students at this age were taking up woodwinds or brass, joining the band or taking part in the orchestra, you and Eren were the two who opted to be loners. Piano was a lonely craft: an instrument that was learned and studied alone. Typically students didn’t study piano, and instead wanted to play in groups with their friends. But you were determined, thriving off of your dream to be the best pianist you could be. And Eren? Well, Eren never did whatever everyone else was doing. Joining the band or the orchestra would never be his style, anyway.

This would have made for the perfect childhood friends-to-lover story, wouldn’t it? Long hours after school, just the two of you playing in the piano room. Maybe helping each other practice, or listening to each other’s melodies. Maybe even learning a duet or two. Walking home together, palling around and becoming good friends. That all sounds like an incredible start to a love story, doesn’t it?

It started that way, too. Up until eighth grade, you and Eren were the two pianists in your middle school music program, and as such it created just a bit of healthy competition. Some banter here and there, sometimes a tease from Eren because he always thought you played too slow (“it’s impressionist style, you idiot”). But you wouldn’t have considered him your friend, in fact you barely talked to him. You were too competitive for your own good, and Eren, who was already playing Rachmaninoff and Chopin while you were still learning the basics, made you feel inferior, made you feel like your dreams were all that more unattainable. Perhaps that was the wrong way to approach your feelings of inadequacy, but you were 13, can you blame anything but immaturity? It was easier to keep to yourself and be cordial at practices than to be around the person that you were so envious of that it made you angry. Plus he was really cute, and those kinds of feelings were intimidating in and of themselves.

Eren meanwhile had the most ridiculous crush on you he couldn’t manage to do a single thing but do what boys stereotypically do: pick on the girls they like. He’d always say the wrong thing (You should try a harder song; You’re playing too slow; Why don’t you try it this way?). Though he meant these words as his own brand of encouragement, he had no idea that they only made you feel bad about yourself. You spent way more time than you should have comparing yourself to him. But how could you not when you were still playing easy sonatas and you’d walk into the room to hear him playing the likes of Tchaikovsky and Bach? To you, his words of ‘encouragement’ (because he thought you had potential and could be playing harder songs if you pushed yourself), they only caused resentment. He made himself come off as condescending, though it wasn’t his intention. At least, not at first.

But overall, things were cordial. You were classmates. Friendly sometimes, competitive at other times. But it was pleasant. It wasn’t until your first recital in eighth grade that your feud with Eren really started.

It was a ‘winter concert’, where the band students would play songs, followed by the orchestra, and then finally the soloists, you and Eren included. You were set to play Gymnopédie No. 1 by Satie, a song that was rather easy by anyone’s standards, but you chose to play it safe, to play a song that was easy and that you wouldn’t fumble. It was your first recital after all, no need to make it complicated.

Before you were set to play, Eren performed his own piece: Chopin’s Nocturne No. 20 in C Sharp Minor. You watched from the side of the stage with bated breath, just as the audience had, while he played the piece. The song wasn’t even five minutes long, but in those five minutes you swore no one made a sound.

Eren may have been someone who wasn’t very good with their words, who may have been just a tad bit arrogant and condescending at times, but none of that translated to his playing. The song sounded like an absolute dream. He mastered the quick fingerings. He held onto the chords until the sounds reverberated in the auditorium and made everyone wonder where they were, as if pulling them out of a dream. There was a pause in the song about halfway through, where everyone thought he was finished as the notes got softer and softer and drifted off to nothing. For stylistic purposes, he let the silence hang longer than the song intended. And then, he played the second half of the song with even longer drags of the notes and softer arpeggios. It was a beautiful rendition of the song, and it only made you more nervous.

How were you going to top that?

As you passed him on his way back from his performance, and you on your way to yours, he shot you a smile.

“Good luck on your piece,” he said, nudging your arm.

“Thanks,” you told him, your eyes darting out towards the audience in your nervousness.

You looked like a deer in front of headlights, absolutely quaking in your shoes. In an effort to try and change your mood, Eren did what he always did: tease you. “Don’t play it too slow, okay?”

Your nervous frown turned into a glare. “I don’t play slow.”

You could see your teacher, Petra, looking at you two from the front of the audience, gesturing to you with her hand towards the piano, as if to say ‘stop arguing and play already!’.

You stepped forward and sat down on the bench, exhaling a deep breath as your fingers rested on the keys. Playing after how well Eren played only heightened your nerves, and now with Eren’s teasing in the back of your mind you were determined to prove him wrong. The problem with that logic is that Gymnopédie by nature is a slow song. When you had practiced it the past few weeks before the concert, you had done so with the intention of making it sound like a lullaby, soft and romantic.

But now with Eren hanging around like a chip on your shoulder, when you started playing the piece you started it faster than what was intended. In your rush to get the notes out, a few of your chords came out wrong. What was once a beautiful song sounded awful, like someone had been slamming on random keys instead of playing a beautiful melody. You bit back tears as you played the final chords, and stormed off-stage to the confused and awkward clapping from the audience.

To say your first recital was a disaster was an understatement, and in your mind, it was all Eren’s fault. Why’d he have to go and put it in your head that you had to play a certain way?

My way’s just fine! I don’t want to play like him anyways–that asshole!

Your thoughts were raging. And when you sat down backstage, feeling utterly embarrassed and defeated, you sunk down against the wall and hugged your knees to your chest. Your rage had subsided to sadness, your lips jutting out in a pout as you balanced your chin on your knees.

That’s how Eren found you when he returned backstage, and to him that pouting face looked kinda funny. He always thought your expressions were cute, and this was definitely one of them. Maybe it was just because he had a different approach to performances: for Eren, at least at the time, piano was a hobby. To him, he didn’t see why it was the end of the world if a performance was botched, because it was all just something that he did for entertainment. To keep his hands busy and let out his frustrations. And he didn’t understand what piano meant to you.

So when he found you like that, looking like a kicked puppy and absolutely distressed, his first reaction (in retrospect, a terrible reaction) was to laugh. He saw you at one of your lowest points and laughed. Eren, who for so many years you envied and competed with, who you secretly admired, but also detested–here he was, after showing you up at a recital, he was laughing.

Asshole.

“What’s so funny?” you spat at him, voice so low it was practically a growl.

What he should have replied with was the whole truth–that he was only laughing at your expression, not at your situation. But what came out of his lips was, “You.”

Your heightened emotions took the best of you, and you hurriedly stood up onto your feet and shoved at his chest. “I hate you, Eren.”

You began to turn your body, to try and get away from him, but he hooked his hand around your elbow. “Hate me? For what?”

Deep down he was hurt. The last thing he wanted was for you to hate him, if anything he wanted you to like him, even though he was not the best with his words. He admired the way you played your pieces, even if he verbally told you it was too slow. He saw from afar the smiles you’d offer to your friends and wanted one for himself too. He thought you were so so pretty, it's all he ever thought when he looked at you, but now he had to face the fact that you hated him? The most beautiful and talented girl he’s ever known… hated him? Your words were like a knife to his chest.

“You’re always so damn rude, making fun of my playing, and now you’re laughing at me because I messed up?” You seethed. “You’re such a jerk!” You tugged your arm out of his grasp.

“Wait–but–”

“Leave me alone, Eren,” you told him, and he could hear the way your voice cracked as you swallowed tears. He didn’t realize how much piano meant to you until then–until he saw you cry. He just assumed you were like him, who treated it like something extra.

But for you, piano was your life. At least, you wanted it to be.

Unfortunately for Eren, ever since that day you refused to talk to him. You brushed off anything he would say during practice, you ignored him in the hallways, and you definitely ignored him at the spring recital. You both graduated middle school that year without ever saying another word to each other.

Eren decided that high school was going to go differently. If you were going to ignore his efforts at making peace, then he would do the opposite: piss you off so much you’d have to talk to him again. Eren Jaeger was anything if not persistent, and his mission was to get your attention. Even if it was bad attention, it was better than nothing at all.

“You know, if you like her, I think you’re doing the opposite of what you should be doing to get her to like you back.”

“Shut up, Armin.”

The piano practice room was empty save for the four juniors working on their final recitals: on one end was Eren and Armin, Eren at the grand piano and Armin holding onto his flute as he stood before his music stand. On the other end of the room was Mikasa, holding her violin at her chin and bow at her side, you at the electric keyboard. There was only one grand piano at your school, so the silent agreement was that you and Eren would take turns each day using it, leaving the other to play on the electric keyboard.

Eren and Armin’s piece was a piano and flute duet, the song Ständchen by Franz Schubert. The main star of the show was the flute, of course, but the piano worked to enhance and flow along with the melody. They two boys were taking a break from their practicing, listening while you and Mikasa worked on your own piano and violin duet: Clair de Lune by Debussy. It was still weeks until the final recital for the year, so your piece still had many mistakes. Eren and Armin listened in from their place in the room, having their own hushed conversation. The topic, as always, was Eren’s idiocracy when it came to you.

“Picking on her and telling her how badly she’s playing isn’t going to do you any favors,” Armin said, his blue eyes focused on you as you trudged your way through a stanza. Mikasa was incredibly good at violin, and already had her parts down pat. For now you were both just working on fitting her violin together with your piano. Mikasa played a part as slow as she possibly could, and you frantically tried to keep up, occasionally missing a chord or botching a note. But it was all part of practicing.

“It’s not about me. As much as she hates it,” Eren started, his voice low so you wouldn’t hear, “I think she’s gotten a lot better recently. Maybe it’s ‘cause she wants to be better than me.”

“Of course she wants to be better than you, you’re showing her up every single day. It’s kinda mean.”

Eren met Armin’s gaze. Eren did feel a little guilty about the way he laughed when you played something wrong, or when he told you that you were playing too slow–but he knew it was the only time you’d ever acknowledge his presence. There were only two types of interactions you ever had with him nowadays: either complete indifference as you ignored his existence, or outright rage whenever he picked on you. For some idiotic reason, he chose the rage option every time.

It’d been like that for the past three years, ever since high school began: you tried your hardest to ignore the jerk who laughed at you at your weakest moment, but it was hard when he kept doing it. You’d pick a song to play for the piano class, he’d pick a harder one. You’d pick a slow sonata, he’d pick something from the same composer, but faster. Harder. Better. You’d mess up a note, and hear his teasing from across the classroom. Whatever amount of healthy competition that existed in middle school was absolutely gone, replaced with a bitter rivalry. He had to show you up and piss you off at every available opportunity, if only just to have you look his way.

“It’s the only time she ever talks to me, ‘min,” Eren replied. “Plus if it means she’ll work harder and get better then it works out for her, right? She wants to be professional eventually.”

“That’s about the craziest logic I’ve ever heard,” Armin rolled his eyes. He then rearranged the sheet music on his stand, standing straight with the flute above his lips.

“I know she can be really good, she just needs a push. I’m just pushing, that's all.”

“Whatever you say, Eren. Anyway, let’s run through this one more time. It’s almost time to go.”

On your end of the room, you brought your hands to your lap and Mikasa set down her violin as you both finished playing the last stanza, mistakes and all. But you’d made decent progress: the first, slower section of the song was already down perfectly.

“You’re getting really good, you know,” Mikasa said, setting her violin down into her carrying case.

“You think so?” You began to gather up your sheet music in front of you.

“Yeah, ever since we got to high school, I feel like you’ve gotten so much better. Look at how fast you learned this. We just started a week ago. Hope you’re not staying up too late practicing.”

Truth was, you had been spending late nights playing piano. Ever since that day of your first recital, you stepped up your practicing regimen, spending many late nights working on harder and harder pieces. All of it in efforts to catch up to the one person who you aimed to impress: Eren. On the surface you felt angry, you hated his guts. But deep down it was all envy–you hated him because you wanted to be him. And if it took late nights of practicing to ramp up your skills, so be it.

“No I’m not, Mika,” you lied, “Just been working on some harder stuff. Maybe it’s helping.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she smiled.

As she shut her violin case, you began to hear from the other end of the room Eren’s piano playing. Mikasa quickly gathered up her belongings. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin typically walked home together, so Mikasa took a seat in front of the duo. You were slower to gather your things, taking your sweet time to put your music folder back into your backpack. No, it definitely wasn’t so that you could listen to them. Okay, maybe it was.

Eren played first, a melody with low-sounding chords. Then Armin’s flute joined in as Eren’s playing got softer. It became the background to Armin’s gentle flute. Then the piano and flute went back and forth with each other, as if having a conversation. At some points the two agreed, and at others they gently talked back and forth. The piece was wonderful, truly, and both boys played it with barely any mistakes.

At one point in the song, one where it was mostly Armin taking the center stage, and Eren’s playing only softly accompanying him–that's when Eren looked up at you. For a few moments you locked gazes, a soft smile on Eren’s face. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach was impossible to ignore, despite how much you wanted to. Then Eren looked back down as the song became a sort of push and pull again, each instrument taking its turn playing the melody.

Internally you felt angry at those cursed butterflies in your stomach. Dammit brain, how dare you be attracted to that idiot Eren Jaeger.

You zippered shut your backpack with exaggerated pulls of the straps, your hands tugging and pulling at it in frustration. It was so loud that, as the song neared its end, both Mikasa and Armin were staring at you with questioning looks. You slung your backpack over your shoulder and just as the last piano chord and flute note reverberated in the room, you made your escape, calling out your goodbyes to Armin and Mikasa, with not a single glance in Eren’s direction.

You hated him, you were sure of that much. Yet, when you looked at him, all you ever felt were butterflies. It was so damn confusing–and only exacerbated further and further by the times his facade would crack and he’d show you his soft smiles and gentle gestures. Some part of you knew deep down that there was something past this stupid competition that the two of you had. But pride got in the way on your end. And on his end, his feelings outweighed logic.

Sure you were a romantic, but romance died at the hands of your rivalry.

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Eren chronicles

It’s my pumpkins birthday in 5 days, here’s something quick i wrote.

Not proofread so excuse mistakes for now

Content: smut, a bit fluff(?) and yeah. Eren is annoying but that’s why i love him. I was scrolling down TikTok and saw this video, which suddenly inspired this fic

“Babe, I really don’t get what I’m supposed to do”

Your boyfriend isn’t the brightest when it comes to social media, he prefers spending his time with you

“It’s just a trend, Eren. It’s for my tiktok” you swift your hand as a sign for him to hurry

The trend is to put your partner in positions they put you in during sex. Eren doesn’t know this though. You told him it was a trend to see how flexible he was

He sulks as he walks to you, “can i get tummy rub’s after?”

“Down”

“Like this?” He asks with his back pressed against the floor

“Mhm, now press your knees to your chest”, you notice him hesitate yet he follows through anyway. “Babe, am i doing a good job?”

You silently let out a laugh at how adorable he looks, he’s smiling so hard thinking he’s proving to you that he’s flexible

“Now sit on the couch and spread your legs”

He now seems to be invested now since he quickly follows. “Bounce up and down, you should feel a stretch”

He raises an eyebrow, “up and down?”.

You stepped in front of him with your phone to show him a pose you found on google. “Yes, apparently it’s a good burn, especially when using weights”

“You could be my weight. Hop on this dick for me?”

sick fuck

You expected a smug smile on his face but the man seemed serious as he was eyeing you up and down. “Omg? Is sex all you ever think about?”

“Yeah?” he replies as if you asked a dumb question. “It was a rhetorical question, Eren. Now get on with it i need to post this video”

He’s wearing his grey joggers, low waisted of course. Your boyfriend also seems to be allergic to wearing shirts, claiming it feels “suffocating”(???)

After getting the perfect clip of him looking all focused, basically riding the couch, you present the third pose. His go to when he’s horny.

“Like this?“ he asks. You’re glad the camera is hiding the ugly smirk on your face

“Yeah, just like that. Now just bend, like, arch your back a bit for me” you add.

He didn’t oblige.

“Eren?”

Your boyfriend slowly turns his face towards you as you lower your phone. He stands up, facing your way. As he stands in front of you, he places a strand of hair behind your ear

“You think I wouldn’t catch on?” he whispers in your ear while taking the phone from your hand, placing it on the counter. “Did dummy try to trick Eren?”

Your face grows hot at the quick change in the atmosphere. Breath hitching, you try to collect your words “what” you nervously laugh, “it’s only a tren-“

“Did you enjoy making fun of me?” he interrupts while dragging you to the couch. You need to talk to him about the manhandling. You know better than to answer

“Ass up”

You bite your lip as you take in a shaky breath, “no, I haven’t shaved”. Even though he’s told you countless of times he doesn’t care. He might even like it better

He does not respond well to this. “Fucking so? Ass. Up.” as the stares right into your eyes

You’re only wearing his t-shirt with some panties on. Carefully, you bend over on the couch as Eren really takes his time to look. The silence making you a bit nervous at first

“Don’t try to hide from me. I want to see you” to which you only whimper in respons

The pad of his thumb moves up, circulating around the small of your back, gradually pressing himself up against your sex, very slowly. He’s bucking his hips into you

His hips meet yours and you can feel his shaft press agains you. You’re having clothed, patient sex. And god does it feel lewd

Upon your breathless whimpers, he asks, “do you like this?”. You do, you really do. “Mhm” you moan quietly. Eren laughs in response, which has you questioning what’s so funny

Rutting them against him

“Look at what you did to me. Do you feel how hard i am?”

Before you can speak, he closes the distance between your lips, engulfing your tongue in his. “Need more Ren” you breathe out.

he thinks you’re so cute. The looks he’s giving you makes you instantly blush. The way he’s caressing your face, smiling down at you. It only deepens the frown on your face.

not what you had in mind. “Wha—“

He helps spread your legs before sitting back, pulling his sweats down.

Of course he was free balling.

Your skin heats up at the imagine of both of you getting off to each other. Adding a second finger to your cunt that creates wet sounds that only brings Eren closer

“Fuck you’re so sloppy” he breathes out. He feels his muscles tensing, fastening his pace

Your pacing is desperate and definitely not enough. “Need you Eren, please” your blurting pleads out as you keep rolling your hips on your fingers.

You take a deep breath in await for what’s to come

Eren scoops up his cum with two of his fingers and pushes it into your cunt. “Yeah, get you real nice and full”

he’s whispering a lot disgusting things while focusing on his task. Not that you care. His fingers feel so different than yours, you feel so stuffed already

“Baby?” he meets your face. “Hmm?” Is all you can gather yourself to respond with

“Good luck getting off by yourself” he cheekily smiles, taking his fingers out of you

what did he just say?

He pushes his sweatpants up and quickly puts a hoodie on. “I’m going to Armin’s, let me know if you need anything” is all he says with a smug expression

“Eren, seriously don’t you dare—“

“Oh and btw, that yoga thing? I’d love to see you in a few poses when i get home. I’ll have a lot of fun with ya” is the last thing he adds before winking and leaving the house

You’re left dumbfounded, you never got off. He’ll definitely pay for this one

*ring*

“[name?]”

Bingo

“Jean, would you be down for a TikTok video? It’s just a trend where i test out your flexibility”

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rein4r1 · 3 years ago

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be but sworn my love eren yeager/reader (AOT) word count: 1.3k tags: fluff, midnight confessions, first kisses, alcohol mention, eren being a drunk idiot and making it everyone else's problem a/n: happy birthday loser

There are a lot of things you aren’t expecting to see outside the plate-glass pane of your balcony door in the middle of the night.

In fact, the argument could be made that you aren’t expecting to see most things out there—save for perhaps the distant streetlights, the waving boughs of trees in your front yard, and maybe a glimpse of the moon.

But certainly the last thing you ever expect to see outside your second storey apartment is the smiling face of one Eren Yeager, head peeking up over the balcony railing, hands wrapped around the edge as he struggles to hold himself steady.

“What are you doing here?”

Your voice is raspy as you wrench the sliding door open, because it’s the middle of the night and you should (by all accounts) be sleeping.

“Wan’ed to see you,” Eren slurs, letting out a little grunt of effort as he wobbles from side to side. “Can I come up?”

“It’s the middle of the night, Eren.”

“I know, I know. I just—woah!”

Your stomach lurches as he seems to very nearly fall, and you step forward instinctively as if to grab him. He balances himself again without you needing to intervene.

“Get your fat ass up there, Yeager!” a voice calls gruffly from somewhere underfoot.

“M’not fat,” Eren mutters and you hear a scuffle, the boy bobbing slightly before your eyes again, and you overhear a hissed curse from below.

“Is that Jean?” you ask incredulously, approaching the edge of your balcony and craning over the railing to squint down towards the ground.

“Sure is—now can you get this idiot off my shoulders before he breaks my fucking neck?” Jean calls up to you, though it’s difficult to see him in the dark. He has Eren perched atop his shoulders as he struggles to keep the young man upright.

“Eren, be careful!” You hear Armin’s worried voice call from somewhere down there as well.

“Armin?” you hiss into the night, still not able to see him.

“Hi!” he calls back, the only one of the three who’s making any effort to be quiet, his tone friendly if not a little sheepish.

“Eren,” you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut and looking back to the boy who’s gripping the edge of your balcony. “Anyone else down there I should know about?”

“It’s my birthday, y’know,” he slurs, ignoring your question.

“According to my watch your birthday ended two hours and 11 minutes ago,” you counter, stepping back towards the sliding door you’d left ajar in your haste to figure out what the hell he was doing.

“I really thought you’d come to my party tonight… how come y’didn’t?” Eren asks as his lips purse in a glum little pout.

You pinch the bridge of your nose exasperatedly.

Another pained grunt comes from Jean below your balcony, and Eren dips unsteadily again.

You let out a long, agonized breath. “Get up here before you hurt yourself—and Jean.”

You watch as Eren uses his grip on the railing and hoists himself up and over it—a surprising display of dexterity for someone so drunk. He lands on his feet but stumbles forward a little, nearly crashing into you. Instinctively you place your hands on his waist to steady him, and his own come up to rest on your shoulders.

“Hi,” he says as he smiles down at you crookedly, seemingly relieved to be on solid ground, though still swaying a little.

You shrug off his hands and take a short step away.

He follows.

“Why are you here, Eren?”

A breeze blows past, carrying a waft of his cologne and the heady scent of beer with it, rustling the budding leaves in nearby trees. You wrap your arms around yourself. It’s not quite spring-warm yet, especially not so late at night—the not so distant chill of winter still tangible in the air.

“I wanted to see you,” he murmurs, his eyes fixed to your lips.

“At 2 o’clock in the morning?” you ask him flatly in reply.

He nods his head emphatically, his expression earnest.

“Well… here I am.” You lift your hands demonstrably, gesturing at yourself. You’re dressed in an embarrassingly printed pair of sleep-shorts and a massive hoodie—decidedly not your best look. “Not sure it was worth risking your life for. How’d you rope Jean into helping you anyway?”

“Birthday gift,” Eren says, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Oh yeah?” You laugh a little in spite of yourself, imagining how Eren making the request must have gone over. “Seems like a waste of a gift.”

“Doesn’t have to be.” Eren peeks at you through his lashes, titling his head to the side.

You quirk a brow, watching as he swallows a little more thickly than is natural, but his eyes never leave your face.

“You haven’t given me your gift yet,” Eren says, toeing at the deck of your balcony.

“My gift?” You blink incredulously at his gall. “Who says I got you a gift?”

He laughs a little.

“What could you even want anyway?” you grumble sullenly, heat crawling up your neck from underneath your hoodie, and hope it’s dim enough that he can’t see it. You fidget nervously as your question hangs in the air. “To copy my homework again or something?

“A kiss,” he breathes, the reply soft and immediate.

Your eyes widen, your heartbeat wobbling in its pace.

Because this is Eren.

The guy you’d gotten unwillingly paired up with for a group project at the start of term and hadn’t been able to shake for the rest of the semester. The one you’d bickered with the entire time you'd had to work together. The one you complain about to anyone who will listen. The one who you have come to realize, somewhere along the way, your feelings towards are anything but academic—much less inimical.

“Eren,” the quiet way you say his name is wary and warning.

“Just one. I won’t ask for anything else ever again,” he pleads, his fingers tracing an X over his heart.

You can’t deny he’s kind of cute when he’s drunk.

Or, well, cuter.

You deflate—your will to be frigid dissipating from the marrow in your bones, evaporating from the flush of your skin. You take a tentative step towards him, standing up on your tiptoes.

Your encroach is slow—hesitant—as you crane up towards him.

You pull back just before your lips can meet, his breath warm as it ghosts across your mouth. You appraise him for a moment: his eyes are closed, his dark lashes fluttering as they squeeze a little tighter.

You miss your mark when you finally lean in, catching the edge of his mouth with yours, but he immediately turns his head into it to kiss you properly, lips meeting flush. He tastes sweet even through the bitterness of hops that lingers from the beer he's had to drink that night.

His hands settle on your waist as you grip his t-shirt—his body heat seeping through the soft cotton in the cold night. His lips part gently against your own, kissing you a little deeper, dipping forward a little more so you aren’t craning quite so much to reach him.

After a moment the two of you pull apart, and you hide your burning face in his shirt. Eren laughs, warm and breathy, against the top of your head.

You press a little closer, hold him a little tighter.

Your soft whisper is lost in the breeze, but he hears it anyway.

“Happy birthday, Eren.”

#eren x reader #eren x you #eren yeager x you #eren yeager x reader #eren fluff #eren drabble #aot drabble #aot writing #writing

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rein4r1 · 3 years ago

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𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳!𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘤𝘸: 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘧𝘸, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 ★

stoner!eren loves bongs. don’t get me wrong, our boy loves joints, blunts, spliffs, anything. but there is something simplistic about hitting his bong. eren found his piece on a short smoke shop run with armin. resting in the glass case was eren’s future family heirloom. the bong itself was hideous. it was this discount cactus bong- the flat bottom the color of sand, the chamber and neck a semi-transparent forest green. and attached to the side was this ugly, orange blob, originally supposed to be a flower, but now just an eyesore. as eren and armin walk out the door, his new toy securely wrapped in bubble wrap and rubber bands swinging from the bag in his hand, he let’s out a chuckle. “dude, i’ve got it. we’ll name it jaegerbong.”

side story about jaegerbong: stoner!eren had the worst neighbor ever. floch, the nosiest bastard on campus, had somehow managed to worm his way into eren’s smoke time, inviting himself into the room as he pleases. something about liking eren’s bong so much, he became a jaegerist. on a fateful day, eren decided enough was enough, blocking the doorway when floch came knocking, one hand on the top part of the frame, the other behind the door holding jaegerbong. “floch, get the fuck out of here.” “c’mon eren! just let me in already.” crash. eren watches with horror as the remains of jaegerbong, glass pieces drowned in bong water, wet weed stuck to the floor. “oh…my bad, i didn’t know you were holding that.” rip jaegerbong. his next bong was named in memory of this moment: don’t tell floch”, aka, dtf.

stoner!eren who has the worst guys by childish gambino as his tinder song anthem. when eren smoked, he always had music on. it’s a staple in his lifestyle.

stoner!eren met you on tinder. the second he saw your profile and he knew he had to match with you. fortunately for him, your cute face showed up two days later in his matches and he sent you a message. when you two finally meet, he opens the door to his dorm, the smell of straight gas filling your nostrils. “mmm, smells like…flowers?” you say with this cute little flirty undertone and a smug smile. he guides you through the 12x12 ft room with a hand on your back, helping you up onto the bed. while he packs a bowl, his listens to you talk about your day and your hobbies and anything that made you smile. he stands from the desk and takes a long stride to settle himself between your legs. when he pulls the bong out from behind his back holding it proudly in front of his chest, he smiles and says, ��dtf?” his unoccupied hand finds itself pressed into the bed next to you, curving to meet your side. when you grab the bong from his hand, he falls into a kiss and you go to meet him.

stoner!eren who holds your feet in his lap, head leaned against the wall behind him, heavy lids set dead on you. these days, you come around more and more, but he doesn’t really mind. your presence warms the room and he can’t help but wish you’d stay longer. when you go to leave, he goes, “one more bowl before you go?” his lower lip jutted out in the most pathetic pout. but it gets you to stay every time. and so here you go again, stuck in the loop of eren, passing joints and bongs until you’re crawling into his bed with him to fall asleep in his arms.

#PLS THIS IS SO FUNNY #NFJEJDJEJ IT’S THE DTF FOR ME

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rein4r1 · 3 years ago

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"ugh, that trope is so overused"

okay? what are you going to tell me next, that the sunset is overdone? the sound of your favorite song is passé? the sight of your loved ones is worn out and tired? that we shouldn't revel in the simple joy of enjoying what we know we like, all because of some arbitrary quota you've imagined?

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TITLE; no luv

eren is pathetic, crawling on your doorstep and asking for forgiveness.

WARNINGS; 18+ smut. oral (f receiving). penetration. slight sub!eren undertones. sadistic!reader undertones. unprotected sex. toxic relationships. bad communication. (y/n) is a bitch. eren is desperate for her.

PAIRING(S); eren yeager x reader

WC; 2.0k

NOTES; unedited. sorry for any errors, but i wrote this on a whim a week ago.

“I don’t know what you were expecting from me, Eren.”

There he stands at your front door, drenched in rainwater, half bun messily tied behind his head, wide and pleading eyes. Still, you lean on your doorway with keen eyes and arms crossed together, judging him silently and oh.

Eren Yeager is on his knees, hands clasped together.

It’s interesting, to say the least.

Broken-hearted for weeks on end, confused and scrambling to pick up your emotions. But there’s no time to be moping around over someone who would eventually leave you, you’re still in school. You still have assignments, internships, and jobs to think about. And you remind yourself that when you see Eren through the peephole of your apartment door. So what? You loved him. Not enough to put yourself first, but enough to silently sob in your room at night.

But this—oh man.

How pathetic did he have to be for this? To be running towards your apartment at 2 am in the morning, even through the pouring rain. It’s at that moment you notice just how violent the droplets sound when they hit the ground. He’s been standing there, now kneeling, for a few minutes and you still haven’t let him in. How long was he going to stay there?

“Okay. You can come in.”

Your voice is soft as you motion your hand towards the couch for him to sit. Grabbing the pint of ice cream you left on the counter, you make your way back and unpause the romcom you were watching prior to his arrival. When you glance at him, he’s not even looking at the screen, just staring at his hands while he twiddles his thumbs. Other than the apology he had given you at the door, he’s silent.

“I just wanted to k- know—“

“What’s that?”

He takes a deep breath before continuing his sentence. “I just wanted to know if you slept with anyone else.”

He closes his eyes, his face scrunching together once the words come out of his mouth. Just as expected, you burst out laughing and he sinks further in shame. “Of course I did! You think I would wait around for you?”

The answer is yes. He thought you would have. And honestly, you might have fallen deeper if it weren’t for him being balls deep in his ex. “We weren’t dating anyways,” you add on, “It’s no big deal. I don’t even know why you apologized.”

“What do you even mean?”

You barely just catch it and you know you should show some mercy. Maybe he wasn’t in his right mind, something like that, but why would you make excuses for Eren fucking Yeager of all people? His voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“We went on dates. You slept over every week.”

“And how many other girls could you say that about, Eren? Two? Three?”

“It was only you.”

You sigh. Maybe you were being hard on him, but then again, you frequently saw women walking out of his room when you were studying with Armin before this thing even started. You’re not stupid. But he might also not technically be lying. Maybe you really were the only one who stayed the night when you got the chance. Still, you didn’t care who he fucked, but it just had to be her out of all people.

You knew better than to believe him. Even with the false hope stirring in your chest, you’ve learned to listen to your head. You were prepared for him and whatever excuses he made for himself. But even then, there’s no reason for him to come crawling to your doorstep. You told him a lot of things, including the fact whatever this relationship was wasn’t exclusive, the fact you had a distaste for his last girlfriend (to which he added that Mikasa wasn’t very fond of her either), the fact you enjoyed spending time with him.

Maybe the last part should have been kept to yourself.

“I know what I saw. I know it wasn’t me and I don’t care.”

“How could you not fucking care!” His voice cracks towards the end of your sentence as you stare at the TV, calmly eating your pint of ice cream.

“We clearly established that–”

“Don’t fucking act like we don’t cross those lines all the fucking time,” he’s standing now, blocking your view of the TV. You decide to pay attention to him this time, leaning back into the cushions. “I like you. I like you so fucking much it hurts. Can you at least listen to what I have to say?”

“You seem to like your ex, too.”

“Yeah, but she’s not you. I shouldn’t have talked to her at that party. I just thought about you the whole time, you have to believe me.”

“It doesn’t matter. You can go home tonight and I’ll forget about it. I already told you that I don’t care. We can still keep fucking if you want, I know I want to, but you can do whatever you want. I’m not your girlfriend.”

He drops to his knees again in front of you, coming closer until he plants his face in your lap, arms caging your waist. You don’t budge, rubbing his back as the show plays on the TV screen. You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his touch or the fact he keeps your bed warm, but you doubt he would even bother staying with you in an actual relationship. Or would he? You’re not sure and that’s what scares you.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, (Y/N).”

“Well, if that’s what makes you happy–”

“Can you fucking cry once?”

“What do you want from me!” You’re holding his face in your hand, forcing him to look you in the eyes, “You’re so pathetic! It’s like everything you do is just to get a reaction from me! You know, I bet you even fucked her just to see if I care and guess what? I don’t. I never did and you could do your own thing and I could do mine. If you don’t want me, that’s fine. We can even be friends, even.”

“If it wasn’t obvious enough, I want you! Just not like this.” He’s tugging onto you harder, sitting up until his face is buried in your chest, wetting your t-shirt. Pulling away, his voice is softer, still loud, but there’s a layer of vulnerability laid onto it. “I want to be on your mind twenty four seven. I want to be in my apartment when I get home from school. I want you to be with you all the time and it fucking hurts. It fucking hurts that you won’t even bother to even cry when I tell you I’m breaking this off. Because I think I fucking love you and you don’t care at all.”

You wished he was wrong.

Being vulnerable was hard. And as much as you made your own rules, drew up a few lines, it never worked with Eren because somehow he got you to talk his ear off. He always knew when something was bothering you (it was almost a sixth sense). And the nights you stayed over, you dreaded the part of the morning when he got out of bed.

You want Eren so bad it fucking hurts, heart aching at just even the sight of him, tears refusing to spill from your eyes. You want him all to yourself, you want to be on his mind twenty four seven, you want to cry like a baby until he takes you and never lets you go. You want to do more than drink, smoke, and fuck because he’s more than that. It’s pathetic, you know it is. But the stream of thoughts in your head remain as they are. Thoughts.

“Show me.”

He doesn’t hesitate, kissing you with more fervor and desperation than usual. He’s grabbing the back of your neck, keeping you close. Grabbing you from the couch, he flips you over until he’s the one with his back against the cushions, your legs straddling his lap. He pulls away to kiss and nip at your neck, knowing exactly where to do so. “I fucking love you,” he mumbles, pulling you by the plush of your thighs, “So much.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he sighs as you unbuckle his belt, throwing his head back as you leave wet kisses on the side of his face, “There’s really no one like you.”

You almost feel blessed that Eren thinks so highly of you despite the facade you put up. And he doesn’t hesitate to break it down, flipping you over on your back, rubbing your clothed cunt, drawing out small moans from your lips. The sound makes his cock hard in your pants, but first he needs to taste you. “Love you. Love you and your pretty little pussy.”

You’re gently running your fingers through his hair as he pulls down your shorts, your underwear coming off next, but he’s teasingly slow–savoring the endearing look on your face when you watch him do so. Though, it doesn’t take him long to dive into your cunny, spreading your lips apart, suckling on your clit until you’re painfully tugging at his hair.

It’s embarrassing how he can have you cumming in such a short amount of time, but holding back is hard and your back hurts from arching. He doesn’t stop your thighs from squeezing around his head (he never does, he loves the feeling of them warming up his ears), but only grabs you by your ass, shoving his tongue deep into your pussy. The wet muscle rubs against your walls, fucking you without mercy.

Eren looks at you with dilated pupils, savoring the sound of your whining and gasping at the feeling. You’re practically grinding against his face, nose bumping against your clit and–oh, fuck–you can’t hold it in anymore. Your walls pulsate around nothing as you cum all over him, juices soaking the bottom half of his face, but you bring him up for a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Need you to cum inside me,” you mutter and his eyes widen at the request, “Please?”

“Y- You,” he stumbles across his words, “You want me to–”

“You heard what I said, didn’t you?”

He only responds with another deep kiss, quickly pulling down his underwear while you watch his cock spring to his stomach. It’s not long until he's pushing into you, eyes closed shut at the feeling of you squeezing around him. He’s not going to last and neither are you, but god, does it feel so good.

His cock drags along your walls as your legs wrap around his waist, keeping his body close to yours. You grab his face, softly kissing his lips. “Hey, hey. Look at me while you fuck me, alright?”

He obeys even in the midst of his lustful haze, thrusting into you at a slower pace, watching your tits bounce with every move. Grabbing a throw pillow within arms reach, he lifts your hips to place it behind your lower back and you feel his cock hit deeper into you. You’re lightheaded, biting down on his shoulder until you’re sure you taste metal, holding onto him for stability. “Y- You’re so pretty, Ren,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Gonna fuck you so good. You’ll never leave…”

You can only whimper, feeling your orgasm crashing into you as you cream all over his cock. He’s still pistoning into you, hitting so deep that you can almost feel him in your stomach. From this way his hips stutter, he’s close too. His mouth is wide open, drool spilling from the side as he pumps you full of his warm seed. He waits a few seconds before pulling out, mixed fluids staining your couch as he lays on top of you, both of you coming down from your highs.

“I love you, too.”

It’s barely even a whisper, but Eren will take it. He’ll have whatever you offer him even if it hurts.

tags; @mamadness15

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rein4r1 · 3 years ago

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had so much fun on my birthday today 🤩

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there’s just something about long haired eren… now whether it’s hobo or path… doesn’t matter but he just looks so homey, so cozy and soft and gentle with long hair,,, i don’t know how to explain it but just imagine him in a modern au growing his hair just because he’s curious (also a little a lazy to cut it) and he just always asks you cause he’s so comfy around you.. how his hair looks,,, if he should cut it,,, if he looks pretty and all that :((( thinking about cuddling w him and stroking his head,, playing with his hair and twirling the strands around your fingers… and if he keeps his stupid pubestache and little stubble…. he looks x2 as cozy… rubbing his chin on your and smushing his face against yours so you can feel the prickles from his little moustache… makes him very husband,,, little shithead of a husband

sorry but i really needed to let that out i’ve been thinking abt this for DAYS

These two asks made me wanna curl into a ball and die. I’ve decided to combine these two asks into one hehe

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CW: Eren is a big touch starved baby, our little meow meow. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

“Eren?”

The only audible response to you calling his name was a grunt, the vibrations felt on your tummy over the loose T-shirt you wore. You had originally planned to spend your free time today reading the latest installment of the book series you were a huge fan of, but your husband was just so needy. You were sitting against the headboard of your bed, legs stretched out in front of you, when suddenly Eren barged in the front door demanding your attention. It wasn’t anything new – you loved how affectionate he could be and how clingy he was. Most days, anyway. But today you just wanted to read your book and recharge.

But looking down at the six foot tall lap dog sprawled on top of you, a leg hanging haphazardly over the edge of your bed, his head in your lap facing your tummy… recharging wouldn’t be happening today.

For a while you held your book open with one hand, carding your fingers through Eren’s loose strands with the other. He always loved the way you would softly play with his hair. Most times it could even put him to sleep, the way you’d rub gentle circles into his scalp or twirl his tresses around your fingers.

Suddenly out of nowhere, Eren said, “Do you still love me?” You could hear the exaggerated pout in his voice, the way he was just slightly whining.

“Of course I love you ��Ren,” you replied, not even glancing up from your novel. You knew where this was going. Eren grew up so very spoiled, between his mother and his older brother’s constant affections, so much so that if he wasn’t the center of your attention he’d beg to be.

“Then why’re you ignoring me?” He reached his hands up, lifting your shirt off your stomach, before blowing raspberries into your tummy with a chuckle. You were ticklish there, his stubble and overgrown poor-excuse-for-a-mustache prickling your skin, and the sensation caused you to drop your book, the page you were on now lost as it tumbled to the floor. You were giggling as he tickled you, every attempt at pushing his chest away in vain because he was just that strong.

“I’m– hah, not–fuck, stop–I’m not ignoring you!” You were laughing still, so hard it hurt your abs, until Eren finally stopped, arms encircling your midsection, smooshing his face back up against your tummy again.

“Buddle bif be” you heard, barely, his voice muffled as he spoke against your skin, his face loosely covered by your fallen shirt.

You reached down, hands pushing his hair and your shirt away from his face, turning his jaw so he could look up to face you. His bottom lip jutted out as his sparkly green eyes practically watered. He was laying it on thick.

“C’mon and cuddle with meeee.”

“Eren, I wanna read my book.”

Eren was as stubborn as a mule, as always. For a moment he got up, and you thought perhaps for once he would actually let you have some alone time. Before you could move to pick up the fallen book, however, he was on you again. This time, straddling you. It almost looked silly, the way the big, muscular brunette looked perched on his wife’s lap, his weight practically crushing you into the bed frame.

“Eren you’re too heavy for this,” you winced as he placed his head on your shoulder.

“Are you calling me fat?” He tried to sound serious but you knew him well enough to hear the teasing in his voice.

You sighed, bringing up a hand to pat him on the head. He practically nuzzled right into your touch. “You’re such a big baby.”

“Your big baby,” he wrapped his arms around your waist again. You spread your legs apart so instead of sitting on your legs he could sit on the mattress, alleviating the crushing weight that was about to make your legs fall asleep. Once he was sitting on the mattress, even with his legs around you it was still rather comfortable. You couldn’t help but smile as his thumbs traced circles on your sides.

For a while longer he was silent, burying his face in your shoulder and allowing you to play with his hair once more. At one point you tried to stop and he held your wrist back, placing your hand on his head again. You laughed, just a little, until he started placing butterfly kisses on your shoulder.

His hair was past his shoulders almost to his shoulder blades, longer than he’d usually kept it, and when you fiddled with the ends of it he suddenly murmured, “Do you think it’s too long?”

“Why would I think that?”

It was almost comical the way he said his next words, sounding so upset and cynical, “I saw Jean yesterday. He said I looked like Jesus.”

He pulled back with another pout when your shoulders were shaking with your laughter.

“Do you think I look like Jesus?” Your big lap dog suddenly looked at you like a puppy that was kicked to the curb.

“No baby,” you placed a kiss on his forehead, smoothing his wrinkled eyebrows, “You look as handsome as ever. Though it’d be nice if you weren’t stabbing me with your stubble.”

He chuckled at that, before leaning his head down to curl into your chest.

“How come you haven’t cut it, anyway? Your hair’s getting long, ‘Ren.”

“Cause I like when you play with it,” he replied, making sure to hide his reddening face from your view. Sure, he had no reason to hide his affections for his wife but he was still allowed to be embarrassed.

“You’re such a dummy, Eren,” you said, though you didn’t mean it. He could hear the affection in your voice, and visibility relaxed when you kissed the top of his head.

“Your dummy.”

“Sure, Jesus,” you teased, sticking out your tongue.

His body went rigid and his voice suddenly turned serious, “So can you cut my hair tonight?”

Even his excessive kisses and cuddles couldn’t stop your laughter.

And later that night, when all was said and done, he was faithfully back in your lap, your fingers threading through his now slightly shorter hair.

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