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nana-au · 1 day ago

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church boy! eren | pt 2. to this drabble MDNI

warnings: sacrilegious themes, dom!eren, eating from behind, eren's a munch<3, risk of getting caught, unprotected sex, creampie, reader and eren are in their early 20's

pastor's son! eren who portrays himself as this innocent, godly man but as soon as he gets you alone in the dining room of his parents home it becomes very clear he is anything but. he has you bent over the table, the weight of your body crushing the open bible beneath you from when you had at least attempted to take this study session seriously. your skirt laid abandoned on the floor, panties held to the side by eren's slender fingers while his lips sucked on your clit from behind. you were a mess, mewling and bucking against the table eren's family said grace at every meal. he was on his knees behind you, tongue exploring your dripping folds while you desperately tried to get away from his mouth, attempting to give yourself some reprieve from his constant attack.

"stay still f'me," he commanded you, his mouth following your slit with every stutter of your hips. he made it next to impossible to stay still with the aggressive way he licked up your dripping cunt. you were too dazed to question it, but eren seemed wholly unaffected by his face buried in your folds - unwilling to spare a second away from it for air. the noises coming from the two of you could be heard throughout the whole house; the sound of him slurping up your juices was deafening compared to the otherwise silent residence.

"eren... please," you huffed, trying desperately to peel yourself away from his punishing mouth. your legs shook with each delve of his tongue into your pulsing entrance, threatening to give way. he pulled away at the sound of your voice, coming face to face with your glistening pussy, his chest heaving to catch up on some much needed air.

"please what?" he asked nonchalantly. like he couldn't seem to grasp what the problem could be - like he didn't realize he was eating you like a starving man having his first meal in days. no, weeks. the hand that wasn't currently hooked into your soaked panties reached up to play with your cunt, his fingers teasing your folds awaiting your response.

"it's too much," you tell him, voice high-pitched and strained. your bottom lip stuck out in a pout as his fingers trailed up and down your folds.

"but look at her... she wants this," eren hushes you, eyes glued to the way your cunt clenches each time his fingers linger over your entrance a moment too long. you just about died hearing him refer to your pussy as its own entity - like it has its own thoughts and feelings separate to yours - but with each tempting stroke of his digits against your needy hole you begun to consider he might have a point. you could only look back at him, mouth agape as his fingers easily slid through your entrance, allowing him to effortlessly glide in and out. you shuddered upon feeling his long digits breach your cunt - unable to stop him from attaching his tongue onto your engorged clit. he continues his previous act of suckling your clit, this time accompanied by his fingers buried deep into your pussy. his fingers mapped out the ridges of your tight walls before he found the spot he was looking for. the spongy little spot accompanied by your little hiccup confirmed it for him, and he let out a cool, "there it is...."

your thoughts grew muddy by the constant curling of his fingers into your sweet spot, gasping and clawing at the table beneath you while he continued to suck and fuck into you. his mouth and fingers worked in tandem to rile you up - his pace punishing - desperately attempting to get you to squirt into his awaiting face.

"eren, 'm so cl-close," you stuttered, brought on by the sharp suck against your labia. his knees dug into the hardwood floor beneath him, his mouth puckering against your hardened clit and fingers drilling into your cunt while you shook against the table above him. he didn't respond to your statement, only sticking to the same punishing pace awaiting your release. when it came, it came hard. he pulled his fingers abruptly out of you, replacing them with his tongue while he drank from the sweet fluid spilling from your twitching hole. his hands gripped the fat of your ass, spreading them apart to get a better angle while he licked up the fruit of his labor.

it was then you heard the jangling of keys at the front of his house - along with muffled voices you presumed to be his parents. you shot up immediately, attempting to dress yourself before they inevitably walked in on the scene in their dining room.

eren stood up along with you, pupils blown and pulse racing from the sudden thrill of getting caught. he watched as you bend down to pick up your skirt, his hand reaching out to stop yours. you look up to meet his eyes, silently questioning what he was doing. "i didn't get to cum yet," he tells you, and if he didn't look dead serious you maybe would have laughed.

"your parents!" you whisper-shouted at him, appalled by the idea of being caught by your pastor of all people. his eyes continued to linger - his resolve remained unaffected by the threat of being caught. at this point his parents had unlocked the door and made their way into their house - taking off their shoes and jackets while the two of you remained frozen in each other's gaze.

"they won't know if you keep quiet," he told you, and you couldn't believe the audacity of the man in front of you as you heard his parents stomp around the front of the house. he was completely unphased by the sounds of them only a few rooms away from the one you two were currently in. "relax," he told you, moving in close to you, causing your butt to hit the dining room table behind you. his fingers went down to fiddle with the waist band of your panties - still soaking wet and bunched towards the right where eren had held it just moments prior. your hand reached out to slap his away when you heard his mother speak.

"eren, where are you honey?" she called out - all sweet and expectant. unaware of the debauchery her darling son was partaking in.

"in the dining room," he called out. ignoring the horror written across your face as he continued, "i'm studying with a student, mom. we'll be done soon," his fingers absentmindedly fondled your waistband awaiting his mother's response. he executed his lies with practiced ease, and you were surprised with how he spoke with such conviction.

"do you two need any snacks?" she asked, her voice louder as she got closer to where you stood half naked with eren's hands trailing across your white panties.

"no thank you," he smiled. "she has dinner with her mother soon," you stood still listening to them talk across the house, trying desperately to ignore the ache of his teasing fingers. "we'll be done soon, mom. i'd appreciate if you could leave us be - she needs the quiet to focus."

you were astounded how easily that worked on her. her footsteps trailing towards you halted and her voice came out terribly sweet, "of course. your father and i will be watching tv in the living room. join us when you're finished."

you didn't know if you were mortified or impressed at the ease in which he lied; how convincing he was to be teasing your body just rooms away from the mother and father he swore his purity to. his thumb dug into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your sides and stripping you completely bare. you felt a shock of something cool - his purity ring - hugging the slender digit of his hand as it trailed back up your inner thigh and against your sodden folds. "will do," he called out a final time, eyes dark as he picked you up and set you on the wooden table behind you.

he slowly unbuttoned his pants, eyes stuck on your delicious body beneath him, appreciating the subtle arch of your back as your subconscious anticipated the sight of his cock springing free against his stomach. your body felt on fire - flooded with guilt and horror and worst of all arousal. even after attending every sunday sermon the past month - and never once missing a second of bible study - you couldn't get yourself to believe in things such as heaven and hell. but with eren standing in front of you, taking his time to release his pulsing cock just to tease you - with his parents only rooms away; the tv speakers echoing family feud of all things... you believed the devil had to be real. and he was standing in front of you - teasing his own body and reveling in the way yours buzzed with obvious excitement.

"you can be quiet, can't you?" he teased, tugging down his boxers, his dick slapping against his taut stomach - the tip red and eager to be encompassed by your awaiting cunt. you swallowed thickly, allowing him to push you back until you laid flat against the table. a deep chuckle came from the living room where his parents resided and your body jolted at the sudden noise but you weren't sure if eren even registered the sound - too entranced by what was to come. he gently guided you down onto the table once more before rubbing his cock against your slit, poking the head against your hole. "ready?" the words that left his mouth were hypnotic - almost trance like as his other hand squeezed the fat of your hip. you nodded your head; still all too aware of the noise just outside of where you two were. he struggled a little to push past the initial ring of your cunt - but once he managed he let out a soft sigh - burying himself deep into your snug walls. his hand shot up to push back any stray hairs out of his face - wanting to focus only on you as you arched beneath him. the bible next to you lay cold while eren begun to pull out - only to push himself back in as far as he could go. your tummy bulged where his tip met deep inside you and all the air fled from your lungs at the feeling. "god, this pussy is so perfect," he told you - using the lord's name in vein to compliment your cunt.

"eren-" you squeaked out and he leaned down to deliver a small peck to your lips.

"shhh," he hushed you. "let me do all the talking," he didn't trust you to stay quiet and eren was all too familiar with keeping quiet in the four walls of the home he was raised in. "let me take care of you," he slowly made his way up to an unforgiving pace - taking his time at first before giving you what you both craved. your tits bounced with each snap of his hips and eren softly grunted with each punishing squeeze of your insides. he grew rougher with every moment, his hands holding your thighs far apart as he ravaged you with vigor. you brought your hand up to cover your parting lips that threatened to cry out his name and his own came down to rip it away - replacing it with his lips as he devoured you completely. the table groaned every time he took you, thrusting fervently while you milked him. "she's mine, right?" he asked you, referring to your pussy, voice heavy with lust and sin hot in your ear. you nodded - eyes rolling back. the cross necklace that typically laid against his chest - a reminder of his undying faith in the lord - fell out from his shirt with the passionate way he took you. the cross dangled down - tickling the skin of your neck and you winced when eren bit the skin of your lip. "fuck. take it. take my cock," he groaned. the room grew stuffy with your shared lust - and your poor pussy - too wet for its own good, begun to squelch from his cock. between eren's primal groans, your heavy breaths, the table protesting beneath you, and now your filthy pussy, the orchestra of noise could be heard outside of the room you two shared. alerting his parents.

"eren?" his father called out. not a moment later he came - his sperm spilling deep inside you. hot and sticky while your cervix contracted - desperate to take all of his children.

"yes, father?" he called out, a bead of sweat trailing down his neck.

"what's going on in there?" the gravely voice barked. eren swallowed deep, peeling off of you and pulling your skirt up your tired body.

"nothing, sir..."

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augustwinesworld · 3 days ago

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𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

Levi is very sweet in this one, except he doesn't show it

description: for the first time, everything that can go wrong does go wrong…but from this, something else happens for the first time too.

pairing: underground! levi x underground! reader

genre: could this be considered angsty? FLUFF AT THE END (I think)

notes: finally something kinda happens...?

word count: 3 k

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It was never truly silent. Even in its calmest moments, a persistent hum of unease hung in the air, a reminder of the ever-present danger lurking in its corners.

The sound of distant arguments, the shuffle of hurried footsteps, and the faint scrape of steel against stone were part of a rhythm you were accustomed to.

Tonight, though, that hum had erupted into chaos.

Shouts ricocheted off the walls, the distorted echoes making it impossible to tell where they came from. Heavy boots pounded against uneven stone, and the acrid tang of sweat and blood mingled with the Underground’s usual dampness.

The tight, twisting alleys seemed to close in, every turn promising either salvation or a trap.

Levi sprinted through the maze-like streets, his movements precise and deliberate despite the adrenaline coursing through him. His blade was still wet, glinting faintly in the dim, flickering torchlight. Blood seeped through the tear in his sleeve, staining the fabric a dark crimson, but he ignored the sting.

Pain was secondary to survival.

He rounded a corner sharply, his boots skidding briefly on the slick stone. His sharp gaze swept the alley ahead, his mind racing. Somewhere behind him, the sound of shouts grew louder, overlapping with frantic commands. The guards weren’t scattering like they should have. They were regrouping. Hunting.

“Damn it, Furlan,” Levi muttered under his breath, his voice low and taut with frustration.

The plan had been straightforward—or so it seemed. Furlan and Levi would draw the guards' attention, creating a distraction while she slipped inside to grab the documents. They’d split the patrols, misdirect them, and regroup once the mission was complete. But nothing about tonight had gone the way it was supposed to.

The distraction had worked—for about thirty seconds. Then the guards had swarmed like they’d been lying in wait, their numbers far exceeding what they’d planned for. Furlan’s and Levi’s calculated takedowns should have been enough to thin the ranks, but the guards kept coming, their movements unnervingly coordinated.

Now, Furlan was lost somewhere in the alleys, likely dodging the same relentless pursuit. And you—you were still inside the hideout, where the shouting was loudest.

Levi ducked into a shadowed alcove, his back pressed against the damp stone. His chest rose and fell in steady but heavy breaths as he scanned his poor-lit surroundings.

The faintest scuff of boots against stone reached his ears, and Levi’s hand tightened on the hilt of his blade. His senses sharpened, muscles coiled like a spring as he pressed further into the shadows.

The noise was distant but deliberate—a patrol searching for any sign of them.

Levi’s jaw clenched, his mind working through the possibilities. The shouting from the hideout had grown louder, more frantic. You should have been out by now. In and out—that was the plan.

You knew better than to linger,

so why weren't you here?

A flicker of unease tugged at the edges of his thoughts, but he shoved it aside. Doubt didn’t have a place here, not when every second counted.

He shifted slightly, his boots silent against the floor as he peeked out from the alcove. The narrow street ahead was empty, the muted glow of a single lantern casting just enough light to highlight the slick cobblestones. The shouting behind him was distant now, muffled by the twisting alleys, but the tension in his chest refused to ease.

“Where the hell are you?” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the distant chaos.

The shadows seemed to press closer, with the labyrinth of the Underground threatening to swallow him whole. Levi’s grip tightened on his blade as he prepared to move again, his sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit streets for any sign of movement.

He knew very well that in this place, hesitation was as good as a death sentence.

You clutched the satchel tightly to your chest, every thud of your heartbeat echoing in your ears.

The leather strap dug into your shoulder, its weight more than just physical—it felt like you were carrying the future of your little group in your arms.

Which, you were.

The documents held information on different warehouses and merch flux that would mean a significant change of fortune for the group.

The plan seemed foolproof when you’d gone over it in the hideout: Levi and Furlan would handle the guards, drawing attention while you slipped in and out unnoticed. But the world had a cruel sense of humor, and now everything was falling apart.

The guards weren’t distracted—they’d been waiting.

The moment you’d set foot inside the rival faction’s hideout, their eyes were on you. You’d barely managed to grab the papers before the shouting began, boots pounding after you as you darted down dark, narrow hallways.

“Stop her!” a voice roared, cutting through the chaos like a blade.

You didn’t need to look back to know how close they were. Their pants and shouts bounced off the walls, while the sharp clink of weapons sent a chill down your spine.

Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as you rounded a corner, the satchel banging against your side with every step. You scanned ahead desperately looking for an escape route, your eyes flicking to the uneven walls and low ceilings.

The familiar terrain offered little to no comfort; every passageway felt like a dead end waiting to trap you.

You’d had an exit planned—an alley that would take you straight to the rendezvous point—but it was blocked. You’d seen the guards stationed there, their eyes scanning the street, ready for any movement. There was no way through.

Your mind raced as you pushed forward, the damp, humid air making every breath feel heavier.

You sharply turned into a narrow corridor, the walls so close they brushed against your shoulders. Somewhere behind you, the guards shouted orders as their voices grew louder.

A door loomed ahead, its edges splintered and warped. It was slightly ajar, the faintest sliver of light spilling into the dark corridor.

You didn’t hesitate. With a burst of adrenaline, you threw yourself against it, the rusted hinges groaning as it swung open.

The sudden brightness of the open street momentarily blinded you, the faint glow of distant lanterns casting long shadows. The air was no less suffocating, but it was a relief to be out of the claustrophobic corridors. You stumbled forward, trying to regain your balance.

And almost collided with Levi.

He was a dark silhouette against the warm light, his blade still gleaming with fresh blood. His grey eyes snapped to you instantly, narrowing in recognition. His stance was tense, like a spring ready to snap, but the slightest flicker of relief crossed his face.

You opened your mouth to speak, but a flicker of movement behind him froze the words in your throat. Acting on instinct, you shoved him aside, your hand already reaching for your knife. With a sharp motion, you hurled it at the shadow, the blade embedding itself squarely in the attacker’s throat.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath, your heart pounding as the figure crumpled to the ground.

“What the hell happened?” he barked, his voice low but cutting as he fell into step beside you.

You didn’t slow down, your legs burning as you kept running. “What didn’t happen?” you shot back, glancing over your shoulder. The alley behind you was still empty, but the pounding of boots echoed in the distance, growing louder. “They weren’t distracted—they were waiting for me. It’s like someone tipped them off.”

Levi’s jaw tightened at your words. His eyes flicked briefly to the satchel in your grip, then back to the alley ahead. “And you think it was me?”

“I don’t know!” you snapped, your frustration spilling over. “But it doesn’t matter right now, does it? We’ve got company.”

As if on cue, a shout rang out behind you, followed by the sharp crack of a gunshot. Levi’s reflexes were faster than yours; he grabbed your arm and yanked you down just as the bullet ricocheted off the stone wall above your head.

“Move,” he growled, hauling you to your feet.

You didn’t argue.

Together, you darted into another backstreet, your steps perfectly synchronized as if you’d been doing this for years. The shouts behind you grew fainter as you twisted and turned through the labyrinth of streets, each corner offering a slim chance at escape.

Finally, Levi pulled you into a shadowed alcove, his hand pressing against your shoulder to keep you still. His breaths came in steadily, though his eyes were sharp and alert, scanning the street for any sign of pursuit.

Still gasping for air, for a moment, all you could hear was the pounding of your heart and the faint drip of water from a cracked pipe overhead.

“Still think I sold you out?” Levi muttered, his voice low and cutting.

You turned to glare at him, still clutching the satchel tightly. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to,” he shot back, his eyes narrowing.

Before you could retort, another shout broke the silence, closer this time. Levi grabbed your wrist, pulling you deeper into the shadows. “Save it,” he muttered. “We’re not out of this yet.”

The tension between you hung heavy in the air, unspoken but palpable as you crouched together in the cramped space.

The argument could wait—if you made it out alive.

But man, maybe you shouldn't have said that.

By the time Furlan pushed open the creaky door to the hideout, the air inside was thick with tension. The small room, dimly lit by a single flickering lantern, felt suffocating.

He entered with his usual easy grin, though it faltered the moment his eyes swept over the scene: you pacing the length of the room, fists clenched at your sides, and Levi sitting on a battered crate, his expression colder than usual.

“What the hell happened out there?” Furlan’s voice carried a mix of exasperation and genuine concern.

You didn’t stop pacing. Your boots scraped against the floor as you moved back and forth, the adrenaline from the mission still thrumming through your veins.

Levi didn’t look up, but the faint twitch in his jaw betrayed his own frustration.

Finally, his voice broke the heavy silence. Low and quiet, but each word hit like a hammer. “You think I’d sell you out?”

You stopped dead in your tracks, turning sharply to face him. “I don’t know what to think, Levi!” Your voice was sharper than you intended, your emotions boiling over. “You keep everything so damn close to your chest. How the hell would I know if you did?”

You couldn't breathe, and words kept spilling out of your mouth with no way of stopping them.

Levi’s eyes snapped to yours, cold and unyielding, but he stood abruptly, closing the space between you in two swift strides. He loomed over you, his presence sharp as a blade.

“You think I don’t care whether you get out alive? Or Furlan?” His voice was quieter now, but the intensity made your breath catch. “If you don’t trust me, then why the hell are you here?”

The question hit harder than you expected, the rawness in his tone stripping away the veneer of indifference he usually wore. You froze, your chest tightening as his words hung between you, heavy and undeniable.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was from your heartbeat, thundering in your chest.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” you said finally, your voice quieter now, almost uncertain. “It’s that I don’t know if you trust me.”

Levi didn’t respond immediately. His sharp eyes searched your face, his jaw tight as if weighing whether to say what was on his mind. But before he could speak, Furlan stepped in, his hands raised in mock surrender, breaking the heavy tension.

“Alright, alright,” he said, his tone light but pointed. “Maybe we save the heartfelt moments until after we’ve patched ourselves up, yeah?”

Neither you nor Levi replied, but the momentary interruption was enough to break the standoff. With a dramatic sigh, Furlan moved toward the bathroom, muttering something about the hideout looking like it had been hit by a Titan.

Levi looks up, his gaze narrowing. “Don’t touch my towels,” he says flatly.

Furlan stops mid-step, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“You heard me,” Levi snaps, standing up and grabbing a rag to wipe down the already-clean table. “And clean up after yourself. I don’t want to step into my bathroom and see water all over the floor like last time.”

Furlan smirks, walking toward the bathroom door. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? It’s like living with an angry housewife.”

“Housewives don’t threaten to break your legs if you leave soap scum in the sink,” Levi shoots back, not looking up as he scrubs a particularly stubborn spot that isn’t even there.

“Fair enough,” Furlan laughs, shutting the door behind him.

Levi pauses mid-swipe, muttering under his breath. “He lives two blocks down, but no, my bathroom’s better. Idiot.”

From inside the bathroom, Furlan��s voice echoes, full of mischief: “Hey, Levi, this fancy bar of lavender soap—can I—”

“If you touch it, you’ll be bathing in the river tomorrow,” Levi growls, his grip tightening on the rag.

Furlan’s laughter rings out, carefree and obnoxious, and Levi just shakes his head, muttering, “Moron.”

Levi shifted, his gaze dropping to his hands. His knuckles were raw and bloodied, the faint tremble in his fingers betraying the adrenaline still coursing through him.

He threatens to leave without saying anything. But instead, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled bandage, tossing it to her—almost careless.

“For your shoulder,” he mutters, glancing at the blood soaking through her sleeve.

You blinked, caught off guard by the gesture, but caught the bandage. The blood soaking through your sleeve was evidence of a graze you hadn’t even registered in the chaos. “Thanks,” you said, your voice quieter now, almost tentative.

Levi’s eyes flicked up to meet yours again. For a moment, something softened in his sharp features—not enough to completely melt his usual icy demeanor, but enough to make your chest tighten.

“You saved my ass back there,” he admitted, his tone still clipped but carrying an unspoken weight. “So yeah, I trust you. Even if you’ve got a mouth that makes me want to knock your teeth in.”

Despite the tension, her lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but she hides it behind a roll of her eyes. “Well, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Levi rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly. “Don’t get used to it,” he deadpanned, turning his attention to the blade resting on the crate beside him. He picked it up, his movements deliberate as he began cleaning it with a practiced efficiency.

" 'M sorry too,” you said, your voice quieter now.

Levi’s hands stilled, his gaze flicking up to you. His expression was unreadable, but he didn’t interrupt.

“Back there, I... I shouldn’t have doubted you,” you continued, the words feeling heavier than you expected. “I know you wouldn’t sell us out. It just—things got so out of control, and it was the first time I ever felt so close to...you know. I didn’t mean—”

“I know,” Levi cut in, his voice softer than before. He went back to cleaning his blade, his tone almost... reassuring. “We all lose our heads sometimes. Just don’t let it happen when it matters.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, the tension in your chest easing. “I’ll keep that in mind. And... thanks. For trusting me.”

Levi didn’t respond immediately, but the faintest twitch of his lips hinted at a smirk. “Don’t make me regret it.”

The tension eases, replaced by something quieter—something tentative.

For the first time, you and Levi share a moment that isn’t just survival or strategy. It’s trust, fragile but real, and it changes everything.

From somewhere else in the apartment, furlan screams. “Can we all agree not to die next time? Great, thanks—I don’t think my body can take it. ”

For the first time, the cracks in their trust begin to mend—not fully, but enough to move forward.

And somewhere in the quiet of the hideout, Levi finds himself thinking: Maybe having them around isn’t so bad after all.

extra scene: Levi stepped into the alley just as the door burst open, the harsh light spilling onto the cracked stone. His blade, still slick with blood, caught the glow, and his gray eyes snapped to you instantly. Recognition flickered there, sharp and immediate, followed by the faintest trace of relief.

He froze in place, his stance wound too tight, every muscle ready to react. You were alive—but you looked like hell. Disheveled, out of breath, and clutching that damn satchel like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

Relief was fleeting.

You opened your mouth, about to speak, but Levi’s sharp gaze had already caught something else. The faintest glint of red along your arm, just below your sleeve. His brows furrowed as his eyes lingered on the streak of blood trailing down to your wrist.

“You’re hurt,” he said, his tone low and clipped, but you either didn’t hear him or chose to ignore it.

Before he could press further, he saw it—the shift in your gaze, the way your eyes darted past him, widening with alarm. His instincts screamed at him to turn, to react, but your hand shot out first, shoving him hard to the side.

He stumbled, his boots scraping against the stone as he caught himself. It didn’t make sense. He should’ve felt the attacker—should’ve sensed the threat before it even materialized.

Why didn’t I feel him?

The thought barely formed before your knife left your hand, a blur of motion cutting through the air. The wet thunk of steel meeting flesh echoed through the alley as the shadow behind him crumpled to the ground, clutching its throat. Blood pooled rapidly beneath the figure, dark and glistening in the faint light.

Levi’s eyes snapped from the corpse to you, his chest tightening as he took in the scene. Your shoulders heaved with ragged breaths, and the satchel was still clutched tightly to your chest. But it was your arm that drew his focus again.

The blood was more noticeable now, soaking through your sleeve and dripping onto the stone below. It wasn’t from the man on the ground—it was yours.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath, your voice strained and breathless.

Levi’s jaw tightened as a sharp wave of irritation and confusion clawed at him. Why didn’t I feel him? His gaze flicked to the attacker one more time before returning to you, catching the way your free hand instinctively hovered near your injury without fully acknowledging it.

"Idiot" now it was his turn to mutter under his breath, more to himself than to you. The realization hit like a punch to the gut: he hadn’t sensed the danger because all his focus—every ounce of his attention—had been on you.

He opened his mouth, ready to bark something about you being reckless, but the sound of boots pounding in the distance stole the moment.

“What the hell happened?” he snapped instead, falling into step beside you as you bolted down the alley.

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gumii-bearr · 2 days ago

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more armin i beg <33

I LITERALLY HAVE A FIC ON MY MIND BUT IDK IF ITS GOOD

LIKE LISTEN, RIGHT??

armin is really sweet and smart and all these amazing things, but he’s lacking when it comes to women. sure he knows the THEORY of it all but he’s barely grazed lips with a girl.

and in comes you, the most beautiful girl he’s ever fucking seen.

(i imagine this as a college au and armin is a TA and you’re a student in the class he’s helping out in and he’s such a dork and he’s so taken by you)

anyway!! you’re charming and you’re pretty popular with the boys on campus but you’re not interested in them, no, you’ve taken a liking to the blonde dork with glasses who is just too damn sweet and respectful for his own good.

but i gotta get to the point.

you ask armin on a date and he’s fucking panicking because he’s never been on a date with a girl (he goes overboard, i just know it, flowers, driving you, paying for you, dressing up, the WORKS— because he wants to impress you)

but you already like him, he doesn’t have to do anything, because you’re already wanting to plant kisses all over his dorky face.

but you take it slow because you can tell armin isn’t experienced, he even gets clammy and nervous holding your hand, you can’t imagine what he’d be like with you on top of him, tits out and sinking down on his cock—

LAWWWWD

#aot #aot x reader #armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #aot smut #armin aot #armin arlert smut #armin smut

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lazyjellyfish300 · 23 hours ago

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.....CRYYYYY 😩😩😩🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint sound of classical music playing in the background. You stretched, smiling as the soft hum of Levi’s voice filtered through the doorway. It was rare for him to sing—if you could even call his low, gravelly murmurs "singing"—but on special days like today, he always seemed a little lighter even if he didn’t openly admit it.

You padded into the kitchen quickly, finding Levi wiping down the counters in his neatly pressed pajamas. The sight of the small birthday cake you made early in the morning for him sat on the counter. Minimally decorated, a single candle perched on top, and in true Levi fashion, it was perfectly symmetrical thanks to Mikasa suggesting the use of a protractor.

“You were supposed to stay in bed,” he said, his gray eyes flicking to yours with a touch of mock annoyance.

“And miss watching you serenade the toaster and your cake? Never.”

His lips quirked upward in the tiniest of smirks as he set down the cloth and crossed the room to hand you a steaming mug of your favorite tea. “Happy Christmas,” he murmured, pressing a quick, kiss to your temple before immediately stepping back to straighten the dishtowel on the counter.

“Happy Birthday, Levi,” you replied, beaming.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he muttered, though the tips of his ears betrayed him, turning faintly red.

“Santa dropped off gifts and the birthday elf did also! So we are absolutely making a big deal out of it.”

Levi shook his head, watching you cross the kitchen to find a lighter. “The birthday elf is not real.”

“So what I’m hearing is you’re excited to see what Santa brought you.”

“Tch. Ridiculous.” He smirked.

The rest of the morning was a chaotic mix of last-minute gift wrapping, flour-dusted countertops from a cookie baking spree, and an impromptu pillow fight after Levi smugly proclaimed that your snowflake cookies looked more like "lopsided stars."

Despite his grumbles about the mess you were making, he stayed by your side the whole time, even going as far as to tie the apron around your waist with an uncharacteristic gentleness. “You’re a disaster,” he said, though the fondness in his tone made your heart melt.

Later, as the two of you sat by the tree with the faint glow of Christmas lights reflecting in his stormy eyes, he reached for your hand. “Thank you,” he said softly.

“For what?”

“For making all this... less insufferable,” he admitted, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I don’t say it much, but I’m grateful for you. Even if you can’t bake to save your life.”

“Your lies will get you nowhere, Ackerman.” You laughed, leaning into his side as he sighed, resting his head lightly against yours. It wasn’t grand or over-the-top, but it was Levi. And that made it perfect.

#jelly's library ☁︎༄｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #aot x reader #levi ackerman x you #TUMBLR YOU'RE A BAD BITCH BUT I STILL DONT LIKE HOW YOU WONT SHOW ME MY MOOTIES POSTS 😩😩😩#LUUUU THIS IS SO SWEETTTTT #the domesticity is domesticity-ING #you know that mean the world to him on his bday 🥺🥺🥺🥺#OMG PLS HEAL HIM #I NEED DENTURES

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everythingseasoning · 3 days ago

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The things we read really affect our mindset & development, and I’m very lucky to say that I didn’t watch porn or read smut when I was younger.

Post summary: Why smut on tumblr has been a safe space of exploration for me; Having healthy expectations for a partner/a little bit on loving and healthy relationships

That being said, being on tumblr and reading smut for free as a young adult who was over 18 years old when I first came on here, is the guiltiest pleasure for me <3. It has been a way for me to learn about sex, and explore the growing sexual nature of myself safely. (I didn’t ever watch porn until I was 18, didn’t like porn, hadn’t had sex, and I didn’t read anything hardcore when I first started reading smut. I’m grateful for those things too.) Being on tumblr as a young adult and reading smut is not something I’ll ever be ashamed of, because it helped me develop and learn about my sexual preferences in a safe, non exploitive way. I am so grateful I didn’t end up in a relationship with a person who doesn’t treat me with the respect, consideration, love, and had sex with them. It’s incredibly sad when that happens, and can really ruin a person’s self esteem, and haunt them. I’m so grateful that I had tumblr writers and their work to teach me about what could possibly go down during sex, and showed me that sex can be something both fun and so pleasurable, when you’re doing it with a good person who loves you, and you love them. Also, reading smut on here means I won’t be going in blind re: what could happen during my first time (it’s anxiety inducing to not know!). TLDR: Smut showed me that sex can be something safe and pleasurable when you’re with a good person, and it was a way for me to explore my sexual side.

I think if I did have a good, loving partner and experimented with them rather than turning to tumblr smut, those experiences would’ve been a safe and fun way to develop sexually, as well. But because I was not in a relationship, and rejected relationships due to my own issues, reading smut on here was the thing I needed in order to explore sex.

I’ve genuinely learned about what squirting is, had my mind blown by dirty talk & sexy situations that get me hot and bothered, developed a desire to peg a good man (with consent ofc)… All from this platform. And I think that’s a good thing. It’s also important to note that I talked to a friend who experienced a lot of sex, and now I know that sex will be awkward, vulnerable, and disappointing at times. Sometimes people won’t be sexually compatible, and sometimes the sex just won’t be good. It’s important to remember that a lot of the smut on here describe top tier sex situations— they’re fantasies— after all. We shouldn’t carry sexual expectations for our partners if we’re already in a committed relationship. That is damaging to your partner. We should let them be who they are, and love them as they are. That’s why people who are in healthy relationships work; being in a healthy relationship means accepting somebody as they are, and wanting them to grow, too. Trying to shame or blame a person for not being what you desire is wrong. Loving somebody and being in a healthy relationship means loving who they are. That being said, from tumblr smut writers who are in loving relationships, I did learn that there is a possibility for sex to be good and fun, safe and loving, hot and sexy— because sex can, and will ideally be, another way to connect intimately with your partner. And it’s not a bad thing at all to want that for myself <3

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onekeii · 3 days ago

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Hey! Did you know fanfiction can be studied sociologically!?

It can!

I’m doing it!!!

There’s actually a surprising amount of research and literature on fandom and fanfiction specifically, it’s crazy, and I’m so excited to contribute to it.

My research will focus on female (identifying) fanfiction writers, their personal experiences with heteronormativity and femininity, and how this informs their fanfiction writing.

That’s a lotta concepts there, but the gist of it is that I wanna know how your experiences as a woman has influenced your work, and how that work helps you come to terms with patriarchy (and all that other stuff that comes with it).

In terms of time and comfort, I’ve accounted for this as much as possible in my research design and ethics review; it means research will consist of interviews over text message (a method my supervisor was supervisor excited about :p).

If you’re interested, or you know someone who might be, please PM me (and reblog!!) and I’ll be in touch to explain more! I appreciate any time you give this research project as it’s super important to me. Take care <3

(throwing this under some tags i usually write under or browse for visibility, apologiesss)

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kasmie · 3 days ago

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war crowns & roses.

✱ pairing: eren yeager x reader.

✱ sypnosis: many scheme in the kingdom of paradis, many long for a taste of power, yet most lack the brawn to take action. but now the current king is bed-ridden, withering away by the days & a violent tyrant is set to be crowned sovereign. rebels start to conspire to make sure he never makes it to the crown. our y/n tries to lead a quite life after the fall of her family, working in a quaint corner of the lower districts. a chance encounter with eren yeager & his entourage, brings a downpour of repressed feelings & memories to y/n. unbeknowst to her, the encounter was all but accidental. a long forgotten prophecy, buried by the likes of the current king, states that the true king holds the power to command others at their will & the tryant will do everything in his power to stop said person from sitting on the throne.

✱ content: female reader, unrequited love, lost connection, angst, false phrophecy, darker topics, alternative universe, heavily canon divergent.

✱ C H A P T E R O N E : to be published. [if you would like to be tagged upon it's release, please let me know!]

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶

#eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you #aot x reader #eren x reader #attack on titan x reader #⊹ ୨♡୧ : ⎯⎯ writing *

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merakidoll · 3 days ago

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onyankopon and eren were in love. two men who just loved one another, weed, and food. they thrived on being a healthy couple among all of the views that told them they weren’t supposed to be. they loved not hiding their love for one another in public, enjoying how uncomfortable those around them looked when they shared a nasty kiss. another thing they just absolutely loved was you. you were a person they snuck up on them, blinding them with your big tits, thick thighs, and pinkness. a ray of sunshine that fit well with the two men who loved black and hated human interaction. their pretty chubby ditzy girl.

“mmh” ony groaned, sade’s soulfully singing in the speakers around the home. while there was so much space for the three of you to do the deed - this felt more appropriate. in the middle of the room everyone stood naked, the contrast of onyankopon’s chocolate skin, to eren’s tan, and your sun kissed brown. eren’s tan dick rubbed against ony’s brown, pre cum oozing out of both man making a mess on their large hands. while eren’s right hand held their cock next to each other, ony’s left did the same. rough pumps in their palms and squeezed to one another that had their balls jumping. then you, being the glue; legs hanging over one of each of their shoulders so confident in them holding you up.

as they thrusted into one another, they took turns eating your cunt that was in their face. “guysss!” you cried in a shaky voice, toes clenching when eren’s pierced tongue slid into your hole and ony began to suck your clit like a lollipop. your low eyes watched their dick’s rub against eachother. how their abs flexed, and heads grew a little when pre cum drip out and get messy helping with the friction. ony moaned skimming his teeth over your puffy clit, moving his head back and spitting on it roughly.

he looked up at you with red eyes, your duck nails raking over his durag while gripping eren’s long brown locks. while you started at ony, you bucked you pussy up, legs getting tired of being in the split position, and pussy throbbing, cream seeping from you onto rennie’s eager tongue. eren truly felt himself becoming lost in your juices - so much so that his balls pumped and pumped until thick ropes went all over ony’s stomach and cock. “fuck princess look what you did” he breathlessly chucked, using both hands to squeeze them together - tight, and pumping harder.

eren whimpered in your cunt, your head falling back at the vibration that sent shivers down your spine. you moved both hands to eren’s head, pushing his face deeper into your cunt. eren slightly side stepping and using his strength to get your other leg off ony and both soley on him. “r-ren baby” you bit your lip, feeling how sloppy he was eating your cunt. his rough hands slapped your ass, and spread your cheeks bouncing you on his tounge. your body stilled - shaking as you came in his mouth. eren’s whole mouth wrapping around your cunt and slurping on your jucies with his eye closed and greedily.

ony still fucked against eren, his own orgasm following when he heard how sexy you sounded. he watched the scene in front of him like it was his favorite twitter video biting his tounge and groaning “awe fuck” when his dick let out everything it had to offer. when everyone finally separated, onyankopon gripped eren’s neck bringing him into a tounge kiss which you watched lazily in their bed. he moaned into his boyfriend’s mouth cumming at how good you tasted. “i taste good daddy?” you asked with a sheepish smile. “so good princess”

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kitkat13001 · 3 days ago

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⋆˙⟡➴♡ 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

ladies first baby, i insist

⤷ ymir x reader

⤷ fem-implied reader (wlw coded, desc. of feminine clothing and nicknames, etc), reader is implied to be shorter than ymir? jean and historia slander, brief mentions of alcohol and infidelity, heavily inspired by “boyfriend” by dove cameron

“you lookin’ for jean?”

the voice in your ear makes you jump, a squeak escaping your mouth.

you whirl around and find ymir leaning against the wall, gazing down at you with hooded eyes.

“huh?”

“asked if you were lookin’ for jean?” ymir repeats, eyes wandering your anxious form where you stand, clutching at your phone. “‘cause he left.”

your face drops. “shit,” you mumble, biting your lip.

ymir huffs a little, vaguely amused by your curse.

she shrugs, “i could give you a ride, ‘f you want.”

“really?” your eyes are big, lashes batting at the averted crisis.

a hint of a smirk passes over her face before she shrugs again, indifferent and aloof. “sure, it’s whatever.”

“thank you!“ you breathe out in relief, clasping her hand in both of yours. you were always too touchy for your own good. ymir just blinks, then stares down at your interlocked hands as she bites on her lower lip.

she gives your hands a tug, jingling her keys in your face teasingly.

“c’mon, let’s get outta here. this party blows anyway.”

“on that, i agree,” you huff, ignorant to the way you’re still holding tight to her hand. and the way she’s letting you.

“i also said i’d take christa too, though,” ymir hums, “so i’ll drop you off after.”

“oh.” your voice comes out a little disappointed and your stomach turns uneasily. you shake your head, willing the feeling to go away.

you like christa, you do. to be honest, everyone likes christa. she’s so kind and charming, who wouldn’t? but if you’re being honest though, she’s a little…too perfect. it’s unsettling, like an overdose of sugar. it makes you feel uneasy. especially when she’s around ymir. which is next to always.

ymir’s car is kind of beat up, but it’s the kind of beat up that’s charming. the kind with old and worn seats and an engine that squeaks when you turn the key.

you stand for a second at the door, because it’s really pouring outside. you shiver a little and ymir spares you a momentary glance, eyes flicking away as she slings an arm over your shoulders.

you look up at her and she scoffs, probably about to say something smart (or mean) but she doesn’t get the chance because christa bounds over.

she gives a little shimmy-shudder and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “oof, it’s cold out here!”

ymir laughs a little, shrugging out of her jacket to drape it over the blonde girl, the warmth of her arm over you leaving.

christa giggles and your stomach turns again. you feel like gagging, but instead cross your arms and rush over to the car.

you stand on the passenger side, debating whether to claim the front seat or not.

you take too long, though, and you curse yourself for not acting sooner because christa just plops herself in the passenger seat like she belongs there, not even sparing your soaked, dumbfounded form a glance as you stand there like an idiot.

you gawk for a second, mouth still agape as you climb into the back seat. your face turns into a sour pout and you slump against the window as ymir starts the car.

you feel like a petulant child, pouting with your arms crossed and head on the cold window, watching as your huffing breaths make white puffs on the glass.

ymir chats idly with christa (who’s responses are far too animated to be genuine) as she drives, one hand on the wheel and one on the console. her fingers are awfully close to christa’s and you almost, almost feel like reaching up there and smacking their hands away.

“what’d you think of the party?”

it’s only the use of your name that alerts you of ymir talking to you. you try to ignore the butterflies that swim in your stomach at the way your name rolls off her tongue.

but you’re still sulking and you don’t even look up at her as you respond with a huffy, “fine.”

ymir doesn’t say anything else and resumes some mindless conversation with christa.

thankfully, the ride is short to christa’s house. perhaps the universe is merciful tonight, you think.

“i’m gonna walk her, ‘kay? you stay here.”

or maybe not.

you just nod, toying with the hem of your silky dress. the sinking feeling in your gut hasn’t gone away and you want nothing more than to just go home.

you check your phone and there’s several missed calls from jean.

wher r u???1?

cal me when u get hme

luvv u

he’s drunk. he’s so very drunk. you sigh, going to type a response before deleting it. it’s futile to respond or call when you know he’s passed out next to the toilet in his house.

you’re still debating whether to answer or not when ymir clambers back into the driver’s seat, rubbing her arms to try and generate some warmth.

“it’s fuckin’ freezing outside,” she states, shaking her head. she looks back at you, eyes trailing over your form curled against the door and window. “you wanna ride shotgun?”

you look up at her, taking note of the way she’s wearing her jacket again. christa must’ve insisted on giving it back.

you nod quickly, deciding against going outside in the rain and just climb over the console to get into the passenger seat.

your dress gets stuck about halfway through and you start to panic, mind still frazzled from the events of the night. every little thing feels like a planetary collision.

ymir clicks her tongue, steady and warm hands resting on your waist as she guides your body free of the console. her hands stay on you until you’re fully settled in the leather seat. your hips tingle where her hands had been a second ago.

you breathe out a little sigh of relief, leaning your head against the seat as your eyes flutter closed.

ymir lets out a soft chuckle. “what’s got you so worked up, princess?”

you ignore the blush rising on your cheeks as you shrug helplessly, unable to think of an answer.

“is it that stupid horse face?”

you bite your lip, unsure of how to respond. you hand her your phone instead and her fingers are warm where they touch yours.

her dark brown eyes scan over the messages and a crease forms between her brows.

she scoffs, handing it back. “what an idiot.”

you blink in surprise, thinking it a little harsh. you know ymir is rough around the edges, and that she says things like that on a normal basis. but her words have a sharp and sour edge to them. you can’t help but wonder what put it there.

ymir glances at you, catching sight of your expression. she makes a face like she’s thinking about something before shaking her head.

her eyes are focused on the road in front of her as she starts to pull out of the driveway.

“jean, i mean. he’s an idiot. ‘cause he doesn’t treat you right. i don’t even know why you’re with him.”

you think on it for a minute, dumbfounded. jean wasn’t a bad boyfriend. he wasn’t exceptional, not by any stretch of the imagination, but isn’t that just how boys are? a little disappointing?

sure, he doesn’t bring you flowers on every date or notice when you’re wearing a new dress. but he always picks up the check and he lets you borrow his sweatshirts on occasion. it’s just…jean was pretty much the first guy who ever showed any interest in you. you liked the attention, the fact that he didn’t talk to you just to ask for the answers to the homework.

ymir can see the wheels turning in your head and she laughs harshly.

“does he even know you? your coffee order, your comfort foods—hell, does he know your favorite color?”

you’re quiet for a second before responding.

“no…but i don’t think most people know that stuff.”

ymir’s gaze, like her voice when she replies, is dead serious as she stares straight ahead.

your lips part in surprise as she answers every single question with complete accuracy. it’s immediate, like your preferences and favorites are her second-nature.

you gape at ymir, at the fierce expression that morphs into smugness at your stunned silence.

you don’t even notice that you’re pulling up to your house until ymir parks the car, arm stretched around the back of your seat. she leans in really close, dark eyes hooded and trained intently on you.

“you know, princess,” she starts in a low voice, like caramel and velvet, “i could be a better boyfriend than him.”

her gaze lingers too long on your lips to mean anything other than what she’s saying.

your eyes flick frantically between her dark brown irises and her soft-looking lips.

“ymir,” you breathe out, voice barely above a whisper.

“i like it when you say my name,” she hums lowly in response. you let out a mixed squeak and gasp as her warm hand comes into contact with your thigh.

she’s staring into your eyes so intensely and you can’t find it in you to look away, entranced by pools of copper.

“just say the word,” she murmurs, other hand coming up to cradle your cheek and brush your hair away from my face. “say the word, princess, and you can be all mine. not his. mine.”

there’s something so very delicious about the way she says it, like caramel and honey. mine. you could be hers.

“kiss me, ymir,” you whisper, voice breathy and rushed and flustered. “please.”

“of course, baby, anything for you,” she hums again, dark eyes fluttering shut as she draws you in for a slow, lingering kiss.

her lips move softly against yours, and it’s so, so different than any kiss you’ve ever had with jean.

it’s deep, slow, gentle. but there’s a low-burning passion behind it too, one you’ve never experienced before. not even with jean.

you almost whine when she pulls away, but it’s only a moment before your lips are connected again.

sure, maybe you’re a horrible person for kissing ymir when you’re with jean, and maybe she’s not so great for knowingly initiating it too. but in that moment, lips locked and breath bated, neither of you seem to care all that much.

me when i forget i have a whole ass fic hiding in my notes app. hope the 6 people who like ymir find and enjoy this!! - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 ! 🩷🩷

#kitty.writes!#ymir aot #ymir x reader #ymir snk #aot ymir x reader #ymir fluff #ymir angst #ymir attack on titan #aot x reader #attack on titan #snk #aot #aot fluff #aot angst #snk x reader

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junkiex0 · 2 days ago

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Tongue Piercing

Eren eats you out with his tongue piercing lol

cw: head (f!receiving) , dirty talk, porn w/o plot, fab!reader (if there’s more lmk)

a/n: we need to bring back tongue ring eren head canons, bc ouuu lord🫦!! but anyways, this is my first time posting so do enjoy. more stories coming soon!

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Eren thrives on the way your gaze lingers when he finally lets you catch a glimpse of his tongue piercing.

He teases you mercilessly, offering fleeting glimpses as he sticks his tongue out just enough for you to admire the glint of silver nestled in the center. His smirk deepens with every question you timidly ask: "Did it hurt?" "How long did it take to heal?" Each word you utter fuels the fire of his ego, the way your curiosity wraps around even the smallest pieces of him like a velvet rope.

Your thoughts spiral wildly as you try (and fail) to banish the image of his piercing grazing against your lips, your tongue, your skin. Heat floods through you as your curiosity gets the best of you, and before you can stop yourself, the question escapes. "Does it get in the way of kissing?" you murmur, voice low, breathless, every syllable trembling with barely contained anticipation.

Eren's lips curl into something wicked, his grin dripping with confidence. His sharp green eyes lock onto yours as he leans just a little closer. "Not at all," he drawls, voice low, gravelly, sending shivers skittering across your skin. "Wanna find out for yourself?"

And that's how you ended up sprawled on his couch, legs spread wide as Eren's veined hands grip your thighs firmly but gently, his calloused palms brushing over your sensitive skin. His mouth works its way down, biting, sucking, leaving a trail of bruises that ache deliciously under his touch.

When his tongue finally sweeps across your freshly marked skin, the cool metal of his piercing sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You gasp, a soft whimper escaping your lips as his thumb finds your clothed clit, pressing against it and rubbing slow, tantalizing circles.

Eren smirks, watching you unravel beneath him, and with deliberate slowness, he slides your panties to the side. His face lowers, closer and closer, until you feel his breath, hot and teasing, ghosting over your soaked folds. He inhales deeply, savoring the scent of you before exhaling warm air directly against your aching cunt, making you shiver.

His eyes flick up to meet yours, piercing green and utterly consuming. The way you're looking at him, eyes wide, lips parted, completely at his mercy. It makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

"You're so pretty like this," he murmurs, voice dripping with lust.

Without breaking eye contact, Eren drags his tongue over your pussy, the cold press of the metal ball against your swollen clit making your breath hitch. The sensation is almost too much, and yet, it's not enough. A pathetic moan tumbles from your lips, your hips bucking against his face in a desperate plea for more.

He chuckles darkly, the vibrations reverberating through your core as his tongue continues to work you, sucking and licking until your thighs tremble.

His finger trails teasingly over your entrance before sliding inside with ease, curling just right to make you see stars.

"I'm gonna make you cum on my face, baby,"

he growls against you, his words only adding fuel to the fire.

Your hips roll instinctively, chasing the pleasure he's so expertly giving you.

"You think you can take another?" he asks, voice thick with amusement as his finger pumps inside you, the wet sounds filling the room.

You can only manage a breathless nod, your moan catching in your throat as he slips a second finger inside, stretching you perfectly.

Your head falls back, lips parted as you pant, barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone words. The tension coils tighter and tighter in your belly, each flick of his tongue and curl of his fingers driving you closer to the edge.

"I-I'm gonna cum," you whimper, thighs trembling as the words spill out in a broken moan.

Eren doesn't let up. "Cum on my tongue," he commands, his voice sending shivers down your spine. He pulls his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue, the cold metal of his piercing dragging against your walls as his thumb circles your clit.

Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging lightly as you grind against his face, chasing your release. Eren groans against you, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave, your walls clenching around his tongue as he works you through it, never once breaking eye contact with you.

When you finally come down, chest heaving, he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his lips glistening as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He grins, leaning up to kiss you, his lips capturing yours in a way that leaves you breathless all over again.

It's safe to say his tongue ring doesn't get in the way of kissing— if anything, it makes it so much better.

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a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed lmk if you guys want a part 2 and if there’s anything if you want me to add or change! i love you guys🖤

#eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #attack on titan x reader #eren x you #eren jeager smut #aot x reader #aot x y/n #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #eren aot #afab reader

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marsh-idiot · 2 days ago

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Sick? They’ve got you covered

Feat: Levi, Eren, Armin, and Jean

Warnings: being sick, Eren being suggestive, Armin being sassy

Levi!

Eren!

Armin!

Jean!

(If you have any you want to see, i promise I’ll be very speedy with them! As i am currently sick and have nothing else to do)

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nana-au · 2 days ago

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i have headcanons for church boy! yuta/eren. bear with me.

yuta would act innocent and be innocent.

eren would act innocent and actually be a fucking freak.

note: sorry to any religious readers, but for this drabble's sake, i am identifying reader as agnostic/atheist. please refrain from reading this fic if you may get offended. my intentions are not to disrespect anyone or their religion.

both of them were raised in the church, their fathers being pastors so they have this pressure to be good boys. i imagine they both wear the purity rings their family gave them and they spend all their free time at the church. helping their dad find topics for his sermons, volunteering at summer bible camp, putting up decorations for holidays, etc.

maybe you would meet them at bible study. at first you were annoyed your parents signed you up for it but once you saw the tall, dark haired boy at the front of the room you suddenly couldn't think of being anywhere better.

they both would be the spitting image of perfection. dressed in their sunday best, without a wrinkle on their dress shirt. eren would probably have his sleeves rolled up, his forearms flexing when he leaned across the table to help the girl in front of you find her page.

both of them would have spotless, leather shoes that went click clack click clack across the linoleum floor of the now sweltering bible study classroom.

yuta would be so enthusiastic leading the group. his smile genuine and his gelled hair a little messy from constantly running a hand through it. his dark eyes somehow became the lightest things in the room while he dived into passage after passage.

the two of them would introduce themselves to you upon noticing how lost you looked. your parents had decided to turn a new leaf, and suddenly you all went from only attending every christmas/easter service to your family attending every sunday sermon. to say the adjustment was unwelcomed for you would be sort of an understatement. you felt lost while listening to your pastor bring up names like 'corinthians'... and who even is 'matthew'? You were exhausted, and burnt out and how bad of a teacher would they be to not notice someone who needed some guidance in the teaching's of the lord?

yuta would introduce himself - his smile a permanent fixture on his face while he shakes your hand. "if you have any questions, please don't be afraid to ask," he promises you, "that's what I'm here for." his voice was soft and his hand would basically swallow yours in his grasp - but his grip on you was gentle. you could only nod, your ability to speak lost on you upon receiving his undivided attention. his presence could only be described as angelic. his eyes on you felt like sun rays on a cool summer day and his touch felt like water - quenching a thirst inside of you that you didn't realize you had. he caused your breath to catch in your throat but if he noticed he didn't point it out. he was far too polite for that. in reality, yuta was unaware of his affect on people; especially you. you knew that if he was aware - he wasn't the type to take advantage of it.

eren wouldn't be able to hold back a smirk watching you struggle to keep up with what everyone else seemed to understand with ease. he would come over to your table group, singling you out loudly in front of everyone, "having a little trouble?" ...to anyone who was used to seeing eren every day since a young boy they would believe his expression showed genuine concern. but all you saw was a man unwilling to hide his smirk as you stuttered your way through a verse. a man utterly amused being in the presence of a girl who wasn't raised the way he was. he always seemed to linger behind you after your first interaction with him. he watched you highlight the passages he read out loud and witnessed you doodling in the little notebook that was meant for you to annotate. he leaned over your chair, his arms caging you between him and his chest pressing against your back. "cute. but let's make sure we're focusing, hmm?" he whispered into your ear.

they both would end up inviting you to do private studies with them at their home - they were the pastor's son after all - and what better way to prepare to take over as pastor one day then to be able to bring an unbeliever into the light of god?

you couldn't deny them even if you tried. there was something about them that drew you closer.

eren was all-consuming. there was something about the way he carried himself - domineering almost. the tan skin of his neck flexing with every deep swallow he took - his gaze unnerving under the fluorescent lighting of the bible study room while he watched you thumb through the pages of your clearly unused bible.

yuta was electric. he held a youthful attitude towards everything. the kind of carefree only a man of faith could have; so sure of his beliefs and finding comfort in the stories he taught. he was kind, and warm... you hadn't thought it possible to find a man so gentle. or easily flustered.

you had realized the both of them had a deeper reasoning to invite you to study at their house - whether they were aware of it or not.

(pt. 2 coming soon i have to go to work :sob:)

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