#Eren x reader

[seeingivy]

it's nice to have a friend

eren jaeger x f!reader

**part of my canary mate fic

previous part here

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[lizontopoftheworld]: you know i’m about to do something huge today? 

[busstopbilly]: We’re finally getting married? 

[lizontopoftheworld]: NO 

[lizontopoftheworld]: okay wait that sounded mean 

[lizontopoftheworld]: like i was against the idea 

[lizontopoftheworld]: not that i’m for the idea

[lizontopoftheworld]: not that i’m not not for the idea 

[lizontopoftheworld]: ANYWAYS 

[lizontopoftheworld]: you have to stop flirting this type of thign is not good for my brain

[busstopbilly]: Everything alright? 

[lizontopoftheworld]: … 

[lizontopoftheworld]: just have a lot on my mind 

[lizontopoftheworld]: kind of scatterbrained 

[lizontopoftheworld]: i am going to confront the prick. 

[busstopbilly]: Wow, what gives? 

[busstopbilly]: Give him hell. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: nothing serious actually 

[lizontopoftheworld]: it’s just a thing for something we’re doing together 

[lizontopoftheworld]: BUT it’s a big deal because i’ve never really given input on this thing because i’ve assumed that he doesn’t necessarily want my input on this thing? granted i don’t think he takes advice from anyone but still 

[lizontopoftheworld]: i know what i’m saying is right and that i should so i’m going to 

[busstopbilly]: :) 

[busstopbilly]: Proud of you. 

[busstopbilly]: Are you nervous? 

[lizontopoftheworld]: i’ve prepared three counter arguments 

[lizontopoftheworld]: he literally will not catch me lacking and i’m going to try and keep my cool so that he knows that his dumb comments aren’t getting me 

[busstopbilly]: This is as much rehearsing as it takes for you to speak to your sister-in-law. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: god that’s a lost cause don’t even bring that up 

[busstopbilly]: Sometimes it feels like you’re a little harsh on her. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: SHE’S INSUFFERABLE BILLY 

[busstopbilly]: I’ll table that comment for another time. You’ve got to keep your wits about you. 

[busstopbilly]: Good luck, pretty girl. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: what’s up with you? 

[busstopbilly]: I am all types of frustrated. 

[busstopbilly]: It’s really hard to figure out what to do with what I’m working on. It’s aggravating because I know that it’s something that is entirely within my capabilities but I just can’t. 

[busstopbilly]: I’ve been working non-stop, been staring at my computer, and just getting so fucking frustated. It’s like I’m defective. Doesn’t help that it’s unreasonably high pressure at this point, but…

[lizontopoftheworld]: UGH im so sorry i didn’t mean to just start ranting at you with my own stuff 

[lizontopoftheworld]: you know, you’re very smart and capable. you’re going to figure it out eventually. 

[busstopbilly]: It’s weird. I was annoyed that I had the role I did before, but I fear I’m getting way too involved. I’m starting to care too much, which is never a good sign. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: it’s a good thing that you care 

[lizontopoftheworld]: and isn’t this close to like real medical stuff that you wanted to do?

[lizontopoftheworld]: just a sign that it’s something that’s actually stimulating. that you care about and want to work towards. 

[busstopbilly]: You always look for the positives. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: you should take notes, sweetheart 

[lizontopoftheworld]: and you shouldn’t demand perfection of yourself. you are not defective if something doesn’t work out. you’re still a regular person, it’s okay to get stumped or struggle with it a little bit. 

[busstopbilly]: You know, my dad DOES demand perfection of me. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: and that’s why we hate your dad. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: i know you demand perfection of yourself too, that wanting to do well is natural, but be a little bit nice to yourself. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: you’re going to figure it out. 

[busstopbilly]: Check back in at the end of the week. Hopefully, I’m still put together. 

[busstopbilly]:  By the way. 

[busstopbilly]: Sweetheart? 

[busstopbilly]: Do you mean that in a patronizing way or am I really your sweetheart? 

[lizontopoftheworld]: patronizing 

[busstopbilly]: You’re killing me. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: i’m sorry, sweetheart <3 

--

you find eren in the main conference room, early in the morning on thursday. you can tell that he’s hard at work – old scans from sessions printed against the wall that he’s made notes on, intelligible jargon on the glass whiteboards, and his hair an uncharacteristic mess – surely from the amount of times he’s run his hands through his hair. 

you clear your throat, recalling all the talking points that you had rehearsed in the mirror the night prior, as you knock on the door and cautiously enter the room. you note that the smell of coffee is overwhelming – the freshly brewed cup sitting two feet away from you – and that the trashcan seems to be overflowing with empty energy drinks. 

eren doesn’t even notice your presence, his green eyes still fixed to the scan that he’s staring at, his hand raised in the air with the pen. you note that he’s wearing his glasses, that it looks like he hasn’t slept since you saw him yesterday, as you walk up to his side. 

“working hard, hm?” you ask. 

eren’s startled by the sound of your voice, jumping in the slightest, as you widen your eyes and feel your cheeks flush. way to start off on a good note. 

“sorry! sorry, i figured you noticed that i was here when i walked up to you.” 

“were you saying something to me?” he asks. 

you shake your head. you can tell that your presence has shattered some semblance of his concentration – that he’s annoyed with you because of it –  as he sets his pencil down and basically collapses into the chair across from you. you follow suit, sitting down in the chair too, as you uncomfortably shift against the worn out foam. 

“i’m too fucking tired to have a fucking conversation with you right now.” he utters. 

you fight the urge to scoff. 

“does talking to me truly take so much effort?” you retort. 

eren rolls his eyes, before slumping back down into the chair. 

“when you’re so hellbent on arguing, it does. and you don’t seem to talk to me otherwise.” 

“you don’t have to argue if you just agree with me. and why on earth would i be so hellbent on arguing with the most insufferable person that i know?” 

eren shrugs, clearly irritated. 

“you tell me, y/n.” 

you clear your throat, cracking all the knuckles in your hand. 

“i’ve come to talk to you about colt. the trial. you can’t tell falco that he’s on the verge of getting kicked out.” 

eren pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“well, obviously –” 

“his brother means a lot to him. his accident was really traumatic for his family, and even though he promised he wouldn’t get so self-involved, he obviously is. i mean, it’s his brother. he can’t help it. and there’s a lot of hope that this is giving him and i’d be scared to prematurely stop him in his tracks if we didn’t need to. they both talk about it so much that it would demoralize gabi too.” 

“oh, it definitely would, and -” 

“and they’re both sweet kids. their sincere passion and interest in the project is so sweet, i would hate for them to feel like it’s not working, to think that all of their work, our work, has amounted to nothing. i think that you and i could figure out which treatment we should do this upcoming week on our own, if you’ll take my help, and then we can go from there.” 

“well, i - �� 

you can’t help but ball your fists in your lap. 

“look, i know you don’t really like me, that you probably think that i’m being stupid and soft-hearted and whatever right now, but this means a lot to me. and i know that basically means nothing to you, but i’m just asking you as your colleague? friend? whatever it is that we are to just do this for me. i’ve never asked you for anything before, i don’t think i ever will again, and i’d just…really appreciate it if you could –” 

you’re promptly cut off from giving your entire spiel because eren reaches forward, placing both of his warm hands on your cheeks, in efforts to get you to stop talking. you look forward, noting that his eyes are so deeply green – that he really does look exhausted – as he applies a firm pressure. 

“stop talking please.” he murmurs, his tone soft. almost like you’ve pained him my rambling for so long. 

“what?” you whisper. 

eren lets go, the warmth retreating from your face, as he leans back in his chair. 

“you didn’t hear a word i said, did you?” he asks, his tone rather soft. 

you frown. 

“did you say something?” 

“i pretty much agreed with you after the first sentence, y/n. don’t know what the fuck you’re blabbing on about.” he murmurs. 

“oh. really?” you murmur, slightly embarrassed. you wouldn’t have put so much effort if he was going to give in that easily. 

eren gives you a thoughtful nod, before leaning his head against the back of his chair, and rubbing at his eyes. 

“i’m well aware that you think i’m not capable of being fond of anyone. but i am, very fond, of both falco and his brother. i would hate to let either of them down or cause anyone unnecessary stress, especially when this entire thing is my idea, so i would like to keep it between us. i was actually intending on having this conversation with you when i arrived.” 

“i’ve been here for five hours. it’s almost one in the afternoon, eren.” 

eren groans. 

“it seems that time has gotten away from me.” 

“how long have you been here?” 

“since yesterday. i can’t seem to figure out which region to target next.” 

you swallow hard. 

“did you really stay here the entire time?” you ask. 

he nods. 

“biked here so that you wouldn’t go out of your way last night.” 

you sigh, as you flip through the stack of papers on the table. he’s highlighted a bunch of sentences, underlined and circled random words with questions on the side, as you reach for the closest pens. 

“are you okay with me helping? more than i already am? maybe i can try some machine learning with the data we already have and use some of the analysis you’ve been using so…so we can feel more confident? i know that you don’t like me but…” 

“stop fucking saying that.” 

“what?” 

“that i don’t like you. you’re prickly, but i don’t hate anyone.” 

prickly? 

“i’m consulting a bunch of people who do the stimulation, have a few meetings with specialists this week before i pick what we’re going with next week. we have to make our best chance at an educated guess.” 

you nod. 

“that’s smart.” 

“you..you can join in the meetings, if you’d like. might mention stuff for analysis that would be useful for you to hear in real time instead of repeated from me.” eren offers. 

you can’t help but smile. 

“you’re really nice when you’re tired.” 

“don’t get used to it.” 

--

[busstopbilly]: Hi princess. 

[busstopbilly]: Sorry I haven’t messaged in a while, I hope you know I wasn’t ignoring you. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: no problem 

[lizontopoftheworld]: been working myself to the bone so hard i didn’t notice :O 

[busstopbilly]: Tell me about it. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: any luck with your project? 

[busstopbilly]: Well, I’ve somehow elicited help. She actually offered, but it’s helping things move along. I’ll be able to rest after Wednesday, I guess.   

[busstopbilly]: How about you? My pretty girl’s not working too hard, right? 

[lizontopoftheworld]: i fell asleep on my laptop the other day. while i was still here. but that’s besides the point. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: worried about one of my children in the lab

[busstopbilly]: Your children? With who?

[busstopbilly]: We’d make cute children. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: you don’t know what i look like. i don’t know what you look like. 

[busstopbilly]: Oh, so you think I’m ugly?

[lizontopoftheworld]: NO

[lizontopoftheworld]: you probably think i’m ugly, you didn’t even oppose that part of that statement

[busstopbilly]: Shut up. 

[busstopbilly]: You think you’re SO funny for that one. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: it was kind of funny 

[busstopbilly]: I know you’re beautiful. Anyways, who are these children? Why are you worried about them? Are they okay?

[lizontopoftheworld]: idk 

[lizontopoftheworld]: sitting on some news that would destory them. shit at keeping secrets so i’ve been tryign to keep it together 

[lizontopoftheworld]: just want to keep them from being hurt when they don’t have to be? 

[busstopbilly]: Awful kind of you to take that all upon yourself. Are you talking to someone about it?

[lizontopoftheworld]: you. 

[busstopbilly]: Liz. 

[busstopbilly]: Besides me. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: you’re enough, you know? 

[lizontopoftheworld]: talking to you always makes me feel better 

[busstopbilly]: Me too, Liz. 

[busstopbilly]: I’d also feel better if I knew you were confiding in a friend. That someone was checking up on you if you’re stomaching something big, which knowing you, you probably are. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: you are my friend 

[lizontopoftheworld]: and you literally checked up on me today

[busstopbilly]: Liz. 

[busstopbilly]: You stress me out sometimes. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: no one asked you to invite all this stress on my behalf. 

[busstopbilly]: Someone has to do it. 

[busstopbilly]: Plus, it’s you. 

[busstopbilly]: Kind of just comes naturally. Worrying about you. Wanting to make sure you’re okay. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: you’re so cute i wish you were real

you eye the schedule that eren gave you at the end of yesterday that’s taped to the wall of your cubicle. there’s nearly seven meetings crammed into three days, each of which you’re both preparing an exhaustive list of questions for. it’s been back and forth – eren leaving comments on your document, you dropping an article into the chat between the two of you – as you read up on every last thing that you can find. 

“we brought you a peace offering.”

you look up to find gabi and falco standing at the side of your cubicle, with smiles on their faces. you return the gesture as they extend their hand out to you, with a cinnamon roll slightly squashed into a napkin, that you gratefully accept from them. 

“a peace offering for?” 

“well, first of all, we can tell that you and eren have been working tirelessly for the grant.” falco states. 

right. the grant that you already have. 

not that they needed to know that. 

“and no one likes to spend time with eren more than they need to. especially you.” gabi jokes. 

you laugh. 

“we just have a small request to make.” gabi states. 

you shoot them both a look. 

“gabi has to talk to pieck when we go to marley for the conference at the end of the month. and well, these type of things make her really nervous. also, i kind of told gabi that you’re not that fond of pieck and now she’s even more nervous to go there, so she really needs you there.” falco rambles. 

you glare at the two of them. 

“she’s not some demon you have to be scared of, guys.”  

“didn’t you say that you avoid going home because of her?” falco asks. 

you groan. 

“i didn’t tell you that for you to use it against me, falco. and…and she’s really nice actually, it’s just me having an issue with how hard she tries to be…nice sometimes. i’m sure that she will be a perfect picture of kindness when you meet her, it’s just…” 

you sigh, gesturing for the two of them to pull up chairs. the two of them give you an excited smile, both scattering to pull up chairs into your space, as you eye the cinnamon roll. it smells sweet, enough to make your stomach growl, as they attentively wait for you to talk in their seats. 

you and falco had a close mentor-mentee relationship. and by that, it meant that the two of you were really just friends, and you just gave him advice here and there. 

granted, you’re sure half of that is a byproduct of the fact that falco’s been alone in the dorms almost every single day since he’s one of the only students on the fellowship, that you’re the only person around to talk to, but it’s ultimately lead to some very serious conversations you should most definitely not be logging as work on your timesheets. 

“well, i’ve told falco a lot about pieck. but not you gabi.” you start. 

gabi offers you a smile. 

“i have an older brother named porco. he’s…he’s really plucky but you’ll like him when you meet him. he works at my parent’s business back home.” 

you smile. 

“when porco was in highschool, he started dating pieck. she kind of freaked me out because she was super preppy. captain of the cheer team, on the student council. she went the whole ten miles and we were just…i don’t know. serving people pizza in our free time. begging our teachers to tutor us during lunch. i never really understood what they saw in each other. they have nothing in common. can barely understand each other, from what it seems like.” 

“it’s romantic! opposites attract.” falco adds. 

you narrow your eyes at him. 

“anyways, she went to some big shot law school in a different country. i thought that she was going to break up with him to be honest, but they…they got engaged instead. did long distance their entire first year of marriage because my brother can’t really leave my parents. and she was really sweet through the entire thing, but…but i don’t know. her family wasn’t into it. the fact that we were immigrants. and even after we became citizens, they just thought that we weren’t worth their caliber. pieck didn’t seem to care, not even in the slightest, and she lives in our house now. practices in our city.” 

gabi gives you a thoughtful nod. 

“she gave up her entire family for your brother? is he cute? ” 

you shake your head. 

“yeah. i mean, i know they still send her money here and there, but they don’t speak to her at all. guess that’s their way of making sure that she’s taken care of, since they know we can’t.” you murmur. 

gabi frowns. 

“is she rich?” gabi asks. 

falco shoves her in the side. 

“you can’t just ask if she’s rich.” 

“no, no. y/n’s chill, i can ask her.” 

you fight the urge to laugh as you lean closer, giving gabi a coy look. 

“super rich. she has a nice cushy job and again, she still gets the money from her parents. she offered to buy me a car when i moved out here so that it would be easier for me.” 

gabi gives you a bright smile. 

“that’s a good fucking offer. i would ask her for hundreds of things if i were you.” 

you shrug. 

“it’s weird. it’s just kind of…i don’t know. she offers me a lot of things like that – money, advice – she tries really hard to be a big sister to me. porco’s sweet, but there was a lot of things that he didn’t do. i’m sure he’s told her that i work hard, that i don’t really take help from people, and i guess that’s why she’s so eager to try sometimes. but it just…i don’t know, i can’t bring myself to take help from her when we don’t know each other like that.” 

“she’s your sister.” falco deadpans. 

you shake your head. 

“it’s weird. i’m not saying that it makes sense. and she’s my sister-in-law.” 

gabi gives you a nod. 

“i know what you mean. you got here on your own, you’re convinced that you can get the rest of the way on your own too.” 

“exactly! and i’d owe her something at the end if i did take her help.” 

falco frowns at the two of you. 

“you know, you both have the same individualistic behavior. i’m not sure that it serves you any purpose. you know you won’t die if you rely on people. maybe she’s just trying to help you because you guys are literally family.” 

gabi shakes her head at falco. 

“that’s where you’re wrong falco. sometimes, the only person you have is yourself.” 

“that sounds awfully morbid.” eren states. 

the three of you turn your heads to find him standing at your cubicle, backpack strung over his shoulder, as you give him a nod. you drop your laptop into the backpack, zipping it up, as gabi takes her opportunity to argue with eren. 

“that’s literally something that you’ve said to me before.” gabi retorts. 

“right. but i have reason to say that. you’re young. you should be at the club or something.” eren responds. 

that earns him a laugh from falco, who eren shoots a wink to, before turning back to glare at gabi. 

--

eren’s able to snag the two of you a meeting with one of the people at the forefronts of trans-cranial magnetic stimulation research. you have a sneaking inkling that eren elicited some sort of assistance from his dad to get this arranged – or that his last name was enough of a segway in the first place – and it makes you slightly nervous. 

being on such uneven footing, meeting with people who are so important, when you can barely muster your one on one meetings with levi sometimes. 

nile dok. he’s got a nice office in an office building downtown, one of the soaring skyscrapers embedded in the middle of the city. 

“have you ever met nile dok?” you ask. 

eren’s taken aback by the question as the two of you walk in through the roundabout doors, waiting in the small line at the front desk. 

“yeah, uh…i’ve known him since i was a kid. he’s friends with my dad.” he murmurs. 

you give him a nod, mentally deciding that you deserve a sweet treat later for being able to predict that one, as the two of you walk up to the front desk. the girl sitting at the desk has a short bob and an almost pinched smile as she looks up at the two of you. 

“we have a meeting at four with nile dok. the last names are l/n and jaeger.” eren states. 

she gives eren a curt nod as she quickly types the names on her computer, before giving you a satisfied smile, indicating that she’s found the appointment. she reaches to her side drawer and slides two badges across the desk, with a small paper for parking validation. but before you can reach for yours, eren snatches it out of your hand, his eyes narrowed in frustration as he holds it up in front of her face. 

“what is this?” eren asks. 

“her badge?” the girl retorts. 

eren shakes her head. 

“no, no. this is a guest pass. get her a real one.” eren asserts. 

you put your hand on eren’s shoulder, squeezing hard to get his attention, as he drops the guest badge onto the desk and looks over at you. 

“it’s not a big deal, eren.” you murmur. 

he glares at you. 

“why the hell do i deserve a badge with my first and last name on it? did i do something special to deserve that that you didn’t?” he asks. 

you shrug. 

“well, you were the one who got us the meeting.” 

“yeah, i got us the meeting. not just me, you’re part of it too. i don’t entertain any of this guest pass bullshit, so just drop it. print her a real one, please.” eren murmurs. 

he turns back to the girl sitting at the desk, who is now shooting him an apologetic grin, as she types almost frantically on her monitor. you can tell that she’s avoided confrontation too much, that eren’s eyes are a little too piercing, because she’s basically pulling the badge out of the printer to speed up the time. 

and at the end of the excruciating minute, moreso for her than you, she slides a newly minted badge with your name embellished in bright bold letters. it can’t help but enrage eren more for some reason, as he turns to her one last time. 

“was that so hard?” eren asks. 

“it’s standard practice, i apologize. he’ll be on the third floor, last door on the right.” 

eren gives her one last nod before gesturing to you to follow him, to the long glass door at the end of the hallway. the elevator is empty as the two of you step in, a sweet sugary smell – like the remnants of someone’s perfume were left over – and you clear your throat. 

“thank you. for the badge.” 

“just prepare yourself, that’s only the half of it. he may be useful to us now, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s going to act like an asshole when we meet with him.” eren mumbles. 

the elevator whirrs to a stop and you follow eren down the hallway, your eyes whizzing past all of the certifications and awards that are printed on the wall. you note that eren’s dad’s name is included on some of them, that there are pictures of them standing on big stages – cutting ribbons together, holding glass awards – as you wait in the two chairs at the end of the hall. 

“he’s an asshole now?” you whisper. 

eren looks over at you, almost like he’s pissed that you’ve even stomached the courage to ask that question, before he slightly slumps in his chair. his hand is shaking at his side in the slightest, his fingers curled into a fist, as he gives you a nod. 

“he’s been an asshole. maybe even bigger than my dad.” 

you memorize that sentence and catalog it to your memory. 

the disdain in his tone. you never realized that eren wasn’t particularly fond of his dad. and figure that it must be irritating every time he comes around the lab. 

the door opens, a girl gesturing for the two of you to follow her into the office. eren gives you one last tight lipped smile as you enter the room, overwhelmed all together. 

the first thing you note is the smell. it nearly burns your nose – the sharp smell of the alcohol mixed with the heavy smell of the cigarette smoke – as you sit in the chair closest to the door. eren’s at your side, taking his jacket off, before handing it to you and whispering under his breath. 

“cover your legs.” 

you can feel your stomach churn as you listen to his instructions, draping his jacket over the exposed part of your legs, and balling your fists underneath the fabric. 

the second thing that you notice is that nile dok doesn’t look nearly as good as he did in the photos outside. you have a small inkling that the photos outside have to be photoshopped, that he didn’t look half as haggard as he did right now, slumped over his desk chair, and that most of the things that were in this room, were meant to keep up appearances. 

the designer suit that he was wearing. the embossed stationery. mahogany wood. 

“is this your girlfriend, eren?” nile asks. 

you swallow hard. surely he couldn’t be serious. 

“she’s my colleague. why would i bring my girlfriend to a work meeting?” eren seethes. 

“your dad used to do that before he married carla. thought you were taking notes out of his playbook.” 

eren rolls his eyes. 

“i would rather roll over in my grave before i did that. and my mom was his colleague too. she wasn’t his girlfriend back then.” eren notes. 

nile gives him a boisterous laugh, smacking one of his fists down onto the table – enough to make nearly all of the belongings shake on the desk – before turning over to you. you immediately divert your eyes, noting that the carpet has some very dried out stains, one that take a trained eye to notice, and that he must knock over things quiet often. 

and force someone to clean it up. 

“what’s your name, pretty?” he asks. 

“y/n l/n.” you respond. 

“l/n? are you from around here?” he asks. 

you shake your head. 

“i’m from marley.” 

nile gives you a nod. 

“what do your parents do research in?” 

you bite down on your lip, enough to draw a pool of warm, metallic blood into your mouth. 

“they’re business owners back in marley. they don’t do research.” you note. 

“oh. what type of business?” 

“they own a pizza parlor.”

nile gives you a strange look, one that’s enough to summon eren back into the conversation again. 

“they’ve probably worked more in one day than you’ve worked in your entire life, nile. but that’s besides the point. we’ve come here to ask you some questions. both of us.” 

--

“i can drive.” eren offers. 

“sorry, what?” 

“i can drive. you seem tired.” eren states. 

you shake your head. 

“i’m fine.” 

“you don’t have to be so self-sacrificing all the time. i can tell that you’re tired, that the meeting was more jargon that was really relevant to us because that dumbass was trying to show off, that him being an asshole gets tiring very fast, so just let me drive us home.” eren states. 

the tone in his voice indicates that what he’s saying is final, enough for you to relent and place the keys in the palm of his hand before walking around to duck into the passenger seat. and you’re not sure what it is – the fact that eren seemed to be arguing on your behalf, that he seemed more approachable when he was so tired, when the two of you had a common goal – that you ask. 

“nile seems very close with your dad.” 

“what?” eren asks. 

you shrug.��

“the pictures and the certificates and stuff. your dad was in all of them.” you murmur. 

“oh, right. nile’s kind of his prodigy. he used to live in my house.” 

you frown. 

“nile is younger than your dad? and he lived in your house?” 

“y/n, he’s only a few years older than us.” 

“what? why does he look so…ugly? and old?” 

eren coughs out a laugh. you look over to note that he’s smiling, that he’s got a dimple on his left side, and that he looks awfully attractive when he does that. 

“that’s what being an asshole does to you.” eren notes.

you nod. 

“he’s into the exact type of research that my dad does. he came from…from basically nothing and my dad helped him. gave him money for his projects, invested in the company. now, nile’s got a bigger head than he knows what to do with and he feels indebted to my dad so he kisses his ass whatever chance he gets.” eren states. 

“why were you so upset about the badge?” you ask. 

“they’re doing that to purposely undermine you. because you’re a woman.” eren notes. 

you can feel your throat dry. 

“really?” you whisper. 

“i’ve met hundreds of people like nile. you’re going to meet hundreds of people like nile too. and they do shit like that – purposely choose to omit your name from badges so they can call you sweetheart, act like you’re just there as an accessory and not there to actually make conversation – that stuff. just think about it. i listed your name first on our appointment. and yet they still chose to put my name on the badge and not yours.” 

you slump down into your chair. 

“oh. i didn’t realize.” 

“even down to the very principle, learning someone’s name is a simple sign of respect. the bare minimum of what you can do when you’re conversing with someone. and yet they can barely even humble themselves to do that, because they think they’re more important than you.” eren finishes. 

you decide that it’s enough of your curious questions. only because the rest of your curious questions are ones that you sincerely can’t ask. 

did they do that to your mom? 

is that why it annoys you so much when other people do it to me? 

is your mom still a researcher?  

you reach for the aux cord that’s hanging in the middle of the seat, before navigating your way to the playlist of scores that you had made to share with eren. the music is quiet, the instrumental nearly lulling your overwhelmed brain to sleep as you press your forehead against the window. 

“i like alan. from this score.” 

“you’ve watched the imitation game?” you ask. 

eren gives you a nod. 

“it’s a good movie.” eren responds. 

you smile. 

“that movie makes me feel better sometimes. to know that women were part of the forefront of science, even back then. and they had hurdles, endless hurdles that i couldn’t even begin to understand, and they’ve paved the way for me.” 

you take a deep breath. 

“just a reminder that i shouldn’t give up when things are hard for me because they didn’t either, you know?” you whisper. 

eren takes a beat before responding. 

“granted, it’s unfair you’ve got so many hurdles when you’re already so brilliant to begin with. it’s honestly kind of fucking ridiculous sometimes.” 

you can’t fight the urge to smile. 

“you think i’m brilliant?” you jest.

eren rolls his eyes. 

“oh, come on. you know you’re brilliant.” eren responds. 

“what?” 

“you’re the only person in the program who got in without doing the bridge program. you must have some insane work under your belt for erwin, levi, and hange to trust you after meeting you just once or twice. over people they’ve known and taught for years by the way.” 

you narrow your eyes at him. 

“i’m not the only person in the program who got in without doing the bridge program. you’re forgetting someone quite important.” 

eren rolls his eyes. 

“still. you’re brilliant. would do you well to realize that now before some idiot like nile dok tries to make himself more important than you.” 

you look over at him and smile. 

“okay. okay, yeah. i promise.” 

“and hell. you know how to argue with people. i know you’ve got it in you. you’ve been doing with it since you’ve met me. maybe redirect some of your irritation with me towards people like him.” 

you lean back. 

“oh, i’ll doubt i’ll be able to do that. you just bring out something special in me, eren.” you deadpan. 

“oh, i’m sure.” eren retorts back.

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.ೃ࿐ Hi guys..! Im back finally after MONTHS. Uhm yea ive been like hella busy but im hoping to get more fics nd stuff out soon!

Warnings; MINORS DNI pls.. , Basically clingy Eren , lowk hes weird nd yea, Afab reader..! Whatever this is, is under the cut!

clingy best friend Eren! Will always without fail go anywhere you’re going. One time you were on a girls night and the only way you could get out of your house without knocking eren out was bringing him with you. But it turned out fine because he was accepted a bit TOO well because well.. all of your friends want to fuck him!

clingy best friend Eren! Loves when you show him little pics of you with your pet(s) he loves all the Unnecessary spoiling you do to your pet(s).

clingy best friend Eren! Definitely sends you the stupidest freaking instagram reels or Tiktoks ever at the most ungodly hours. Mostly just to annoy you and also because he finds it so funny. (He has the humor of a teenage boy)

clingy best friend Eren! Most likely works a blue collar job / a trade (welding, the plant, construction, ect) so he makes MONEY. Before you guys got close he used to just waste whatever was left on his gold digger ex girlfriend but after he left her and met you he spoiled you ROTTEN

clingy best friend Eren! Loves when you call him over to your house just to pick out a cute outfit for a date, going out with your friends, work parties, parties, ect! It usually ends in him fucking you in every outfit before you go.

clingy best friend Eren! HATES when other men are around you. He will purposely embarrass you or intimidate the guy just so he can have you to himself. He has even gone as far as beating one of your dates up just so you could be “stood up” and come running to his door looking all pretty with tears streaming down your face

clingy best friend Eren! Fingered you so hard yet so soft after you ran to his doorstep making sure you see him as your ‘savior’.

“Mhm.. thats right cum on my fingers baby” he says with a smile as he watched your face contort and your back arch as you came. He then looked at you with a soft but sinister smile, peppering the back of your neck with kisses as he increased his pace feeling you tighten on his fingers. “Hah f-fuck ‘ren s’too much” he chuckles deeply at your muffled whines “no no s’not baby..” he says while pounding three of his big fingers into your tight cunt. Your hands are gripping onto his couch for dear life, your head is buryed into the armrest of his couch, and your drooling..? This is like the best lucid dream ever to Eren but its not a dream its real he’s pounding you so hard making you squirt without even putting his dick inside this is new and will definitely be happening again.

clingy best friend eren! Will give you aftercare and all the sweet cuddles and stuff after you came your brain out. Then for the next few weeks he bullies you for cumming so much for your best friend and your only savior is the fact he initiated it and that he came in his pants

༉‧₊˚. Hi guys! Uhm i fear this may be a horrible come back but yea imma start uploading on here and Ao3 maybe? But i lowk like this style of writing.. i think.

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sorry yall I was bored

Go into detail about why you would divorce this character and who you would marry after that.

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The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become. (Eren x OC)

Chapter Thirty

Aurora lay nestled against Eren’s chest, their shared warmth cocooning her in a sense of safety she hadn’t felt in weeks. The first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, painting the room in soft golden hues. Eren’s breathing was deep and steady, his arms wrapped firmly yet gently around her, as though he could shield her from the rest of the world.

But Aurora was far away in her dreams.

She was back in the cabin in Marley—their cabin. It was a serene scene, as though the chaos of the world outside had melted away, leaving only peace and happiness. The sound of a crackling fire filled the cozy space, and Aurora found herself sitting on a plush chair, cradling a newborn baby in her arms. The baby’s tiny fists waved in the air as soft coos escaped its lips. Aurora couldn’t stop staring at the infant’s features: the wisps of platinum blonde hair, the piercing green eyes so reminiscent of Eren’s. Her heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of love and completeness.

Eren knelt in front of her, his eyes softer than she had ever seen them. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against the baby’s cheek before leaning in to press a kiss to Aurora’s temple. Everything was perfect.

But then, a shadow caught Aurora’s attention from the edge of the forest visible through the cabin window. Her gaze snapped to the figure of a woman standing just beyond the treeline. The woman had long, golden blonde hair with a headband that framed her hauntingly pale face. Her eyes were unsettling—completely white, devoid of pupils or irises, like empty voids staring directly at Aurora.

Aurora’s breath hitched. She instinctively tightened her hold on the baby, who let out a soft whimper. The woman took a single step toward the cabin, her movements slow and deliberate, her gaze never wavering. A chill ran down Aurora’s spine.

And then, just as suddenly as the woman appeared, Aurora woke up.

Her eyes flew open, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Eren was still beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist, but the room felt colder, emptier. Aurora’s pulse thundered in her ears as she turned her head slightly—and froze.

At the corner of the bed stood a child.

The child had golden blonde hair, just like the woman from her dream, and wore the same headband and a simple white tattered dress that seemed so worn. Her eyes were fixed on Aurora, wide and unblinking, with an intensity that sent a shiver through her. Aurora’s gaze followed the direction of the child’s stare and realized it was aimed directly at her belly, where Eren’s hand rested protectively.

Aurora blinked rapidly, her breath catching in her throat as she rubbed her eyes. When she looked again, the child was gone. The space where she had stood was empty, the room eerily silent save for the sound of Eren’s breathing.

Aurora sat up slightly, her movements stirring Eren from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open, and his voice, husky with sleep, broke the quiet. “Aurora?” he murmured, his arms tightening around her waist. “What’s wrong?”

Aurora hesitated, her mind racing. What had she just seen? She could still feel the piercing gaze of the child lingering in the back of her mind. After a moment, she took a deep breath and turned to Eren. “I… I thought I saw someone in the room,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “A child. She had blonde hair.”

Eren frowned and sat up fully, glancing around the room. His protective instincts flared as his eyes scanned every corner, but the space was empty. “There’s no one here,” he said softly, his brow furrowed as he turned back to her. “Are you sure it wasn’t a dream?”

“I don’t know,” Aurora admitted, running a hand through her hair. “Maybe it was just my imagination. I’ve been through so much lately. I could just be stressed, or maybe—maybe it was a hallucination.”

Eren’s frown deepened, worry etched into his features. He reached out, his hands gently cupping Aurora’s face as he tilted her head to meet his gaze. “You’ve been through a lot, but I don’t want to take any chances. Maybe we should see the doctor, just to make sure everything’s okay. Especially with the baby.”

Aurora opened her mouth to protest but stopped when she saw the genuine concern in Eren’s eyes. He wasn’t just worried about the baby—he was worried about her, about everything she had endured. She nodded reluctantly. “Alright. We’ll go.”

Eren leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “We’re going to be okay,” he murmured against her skin, his voice full of quiet determination. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Aurora leaned into him, her unease still lingering, but Eren’s presence was enough to ground her. Whatever was happening—whatever she had seen—they would face it together.

…

On the other side of the island, the shoreline of Paradis was quiet, save for the crashing waves against the jagged rocks. Reiner sat slumped on a boulder, his head in his hands, his chest heaving as he struggled to control his spiraling thoughts. He was now physically healed, but his mind remained shattered. Each failure stacked upon the last, suffocating him under its weight. His fingers dug into his scalp, trembling with the realization of what they had lost.

Pieck paced nearby, her usually calm demeanor cracking as her anxiety seeped through. Her long, dark hair swayed as she turned sharply, glaring at the empty horizon. "Porco ran off. He left us," she muttered bitterly, her tone low and strained. "What was he thinking? Falling in love with—" She cut herself off, her fists clenching tightly. "The Queen of the Walls, of all people. What a disaster."

Reiner's head shot up, his face pale and drenched in sweat. "We failed, Pieck," he rasped, his voice shaky. "Again. First Liberio, now this. We couldn’t get Aurora Jaeger. We couldn’t kill Historia. And now… Porco’s gone. They’re going to strip me of my Titan." His voice cracked, and he looked at her with wild eyes. "Gabi. They’ll give it to her. I can’t let that happen, Pieck."

Pieck froze mid-step, her sharp gaze softening as she saw Reiner’s panic deepen. She walked over and crouched in front of him, placing her hands firmly on his knees. "Reiner," she said sternly, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Pull yourself together. Panicking like this isn’t going to help. You’re stronger than this, and you know it."

Reiner’s lip quivered as memories of Gabi and Falco back in the internment zone in Marley flooded his mind. He slammed his fist against the rock beside him. "What good am I if I keep failing? I couldn’t protect Bertholdt. I couldn’t save Marcel. And now I’ve doomed Gabi to this life if we go back empty-handed. Marley thinks I’m weak, unstable… and maybe they’re right!"

Without hesitation, Pieck slapped him hard across the face. The sharp sound echoed across the shore, and Reiner froze, blinking in shock.

"Enough," Pieck hissed, her voice uncharacteristically harsh. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. "We don’t have the luxury to fall apart, Reiner. Not now. Yes, we failed this mission. Yes, Porco abandoned us. But do you think sitting here whining about it will fix anything? We have people waiting for us in Marley. My father, your family—Falco and Gabi! Do you think they’ll be safe if we don’t return?"

Reiner swallowed hard, her words piercing through his despair. He nodded slowly, though his body still trembled.

Pieck let go of his collar and sat back, brushing the sand from her uniform. Her voice softened, but her resolve remained firm. "We need to think about the bigger picture. Marley is still planning their attack on Paradis with the global allied forces. That’s our chance to redeem ourselves. We’ll go back, report what we’ve learned, and make sure our loved ones are safe. Then we fight again when the time comes."

Reiner stared at her, conflicted. "You’re different, Pieck. They still value you. Marley doesn’t think you’re a failure like they do me."

Pieck rolled her eyes and stood, brushing her hands on her pants. "If Marley values me so much, why do they keep sending me on these suicide missions? I’m just as expendable as you, Reiner. The difference is I refuse to let them define my worth." She reached down and yanked him to his feet, her grip firm. "And neither should you."

Reiner wavered, but Pieck’s unyielding determination anchored him. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, though the fear still lingered in his eyes. "What do we do about Porco?" he asked hesitantly.

Pieck’s face darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line. "We’ll have to report what happened, but we focus on what’s ahead. Porco made his choice, and we can’t waste time chasing after him. Right now, our priority is survival."

Reiner nodded reluctantly. He glanced back at the forest where Porco had disappeared, a mix of regret and worry etched into his features. "I hope he knows what he’s doing."

Pieck’s voice softened. "I do too. But we can’t wait for him. Let’s move."

Together, the two of them boarded the small, discreet ship they had hidden upon their arrival. As the vessel crept away from Paradis, Reiner stood at the edge, watching the island shrink in the distance. His chest ached, not from his injuries but from the weight of his failures and the uncertainty of their future.

Pieck stood beside him, her gaze fixed ahead. "This isn’t over," she murmured, more to herself than to him. "We’ll get another chance."

Reiner didn’t respond. Instead, he closed his eyes, his mind racing with doubts, fears, and fleeting hope. For now, they were alive, but what awaited them in Marley was a battle of its own.

…

Eren and Aurora sat in the small examination room at the Jaegerist compound. The air was sterile, the faint scent of antiseptic hanging around them as they waited for the doctor to finish his routine checkup. Eren’s arms were crossed, his foot tapping softly against the tiled floor, while Aurora reclined on the examination bed. Her hand rested protectively over her abdomen, a subtle yet growing curve that signified their child.

The doctor, a man with graying hair and an air of quiet authority, adjusted his glasses as he finished taking notes. “Everything looks good so far,” he said, his voice calm and professional. “Your baby is developing well, but…” He paused, his gaze flicking to Eren, then back to Aurora. “You need to be extremely cautious moving forward.”

Aurora straightened slightly, her brow furrowing. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

“No, nothing is wrong, per se,” the doctor clarified. “But you’ve been under a lot of stress and in high-risk situations. You’re now 16 weeks pregnant, which means your baby is entering a critical phase of development. Stress and physical strain could potentially lead to complications, and the first trimester is when mothers are most vulnerable to miscarriage.”

The words hit both Eren and Aurora like a physical blow. Aurora’s hand instinctively tightened over her belly, while Eren’s eyes widened in alarm. His foot stopped tapping, and he sat up straighter, every muscle in his body taut.

“Miscarriage?” Eren repeated, his voice quiet but tense, as if he were afraid saying it aloud would make it real.

The doctor nodded solemnly. “I’m not saying it’s likely, but it’s possible if precautions aren’t taken. You need to rest more, avoid unnecessary stress, and stay away from dangerous situations.” He glanced at Eren pointedly. “That’s on both of you.”

Eren gave a stiff nod, his jaw clenched tightly. Aurora swallowed hard, forcing a small smile to reassure the doctor. “I’ll do my best,” she promised softly.

“Good. I’ll leave you two to talk,” the doctor said, standing and gathering his notes. He nodded politely before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

The silence that followed was heavy. Aurora glanced at Eren, noticing the way his hands were balled into fists on his knees. He wasn’t just tense—he was radiating guilt.

“Eren?” she asked gently, reaching for his hand.

He didn’t meet her gaze at first. Instead, he stared at the floor, his voice low and strained. “This… this isn’t the life you’re supposed to have. Titans, war, blood… all of this.” He finally looked up, his sea-green eyes dark with emotion. “I hate that this is the world I’ve brought you into. And now, our baby… They don’t deserve this.”

Aurora’s heart ached at his words. “Eren—”

“I’m supposed to protect you,” he cut her off, his voice growing louder. “You’re pregnant, Aurora, and I still let you face Levi by yourself. I should’ve been there. I should’ve stopped him. But I couldn’t, and you—” He stopped, his throat tightening as he looked away again, his voice breaking. “You could’ve died. You could’ve lost our baby.”

Aurora slid off the examination bed, moving to kneel in front of him. She cradled his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “Eren,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite the tears welling in her eyes. “You’ve never failed me. Not once. You’ve been my protector and my provider since the day you found me. Even before that, back in Shiganshina, you were always looking out for me. You’ve done everything you can for me and for this baby.”

Eren closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. Her thumbs brushed against his cheeks, and the warmth of her hands steadied his racing thoughts. “It doesn’t feel like enough,” he whispered. “You deserve so much more than this.”

Aurora smiled softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You’re enough for me,” she said quietly. “You always have been. And I’m your wife—I’ll always have your back, no matter what. That’s what we do for each other.”

Eren opened his eyes, searching hers for any trace of doubt. But all he saw was the unwavering love and trust she always carried for him. It was humbling, grounding, and it made his chest ache with gratitude. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, lingering kiss. Aurora responded immediately, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.

When they finally broke apart, Aurora rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. “We’re going to get through this, Eren,” she said softly. “We’re going to survive this war, and we’re going to give our baby the peaceful life they deserve.”

Eren’s lips curved into a small, hesitant smile as he gave her a gentle kiss. They stayed there for a moment, holding each other as the weight of the world outside the examination room faded into the background. For now, all that mattered was this moment, their love, and the promise of a future they would fight for with everything they had.

They were completely lost in each other when a soft, barely audible sound came from just outside the door.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Levi stood just on the other side, leaning heavily on his crutches. His legs were still healing, and though Aurora had insisted he stay in the wheelchair for support, Levi’s pride wouldn’t allow it. He refused to look like a helpless invalid. So, with a stubborn determination, he’d hobbled across the compound to find Eren. It was time for the boy to make good on his promise to free Hange and the others from their crystal prisons. But as Levi reached for the handle, he caught snippets of Eren’s voice and paused, listening.

At first, Levi felt annoyance creeping in. He hadn’t come all this way to waste time listening to their pillow talk. But the more he listened, the more he heard the raw emotion in Eren’s voice—his guilt, his fears, and the deep, unwavering love he held for Aurora. Levi sighed softly, resting his forehead against the doorframe. Those two brats really did love each other, he thought grudgingly. As much as Levi wanted to roll his eyes, he couldn’t deny the truth.

Aurora had guts—she was braver than most men he knew, and he had no choice but to respect that. She’d stood up to him, nearly killed him, and somehow also saved his life. And then there was Eren. As much as the kid could be infuriating, it was clear that he’d burn the entire world down for Aurora without hesitation.

Levi straightened, adjusting his crutches, and gave the door a sharp knock. “Oi, lovebirds,” he called dryly, pushing the door open.

Eren and Aurora jumped apart like teenagers caught by a parent. Aurora’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and Eren scowled, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Captain,” Eren muttered, trying to regain his composure. “What are you doing here?”

Levi leaned against the doorway, his usual deadpan expression firmly in place. “I came to get you. You’ve got promises to keep, Jaeger. It’s time to free Hange and the others.” His sharp eyes flicked to Aurora, then back to Eren. “Unless, of course, you’re too busy.”

Aurora buried her face in her hands, trying to hide her embarrassment, while Eren shot Levi an annoyed glare. “I’m coming,” he grumbled.

But Levi wasn’t done. “And by the way,” he added, his tone clipped, “that red-headed shit-face you call your second in command has already led the Jaegerists out on their hunt for the Cart, Jaw, and Armored Titans. Thought you’d want to know.”

Eren’s jaw tightened, and he stood, helping Aurora to her feet. “Floch,” he muttered under his breath. “Thanks for letting me know, Levi.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed, but before he could say anything else, Aurora spotted his crutches and immediately placed her hands on her hips. “Captain,” she said in a tone that reminded him too much of a scolding mother, “why aren’t you in your wheelchair? You’re going to hurt yourself wobbling around on those crutches!”

Levi turned his attention to her, arching a brow. “Don’t tell me how to live my life, you poisonous brat,” he snapped back. “Besides, I’m not ‘wobbling.’ I’m walking.”

Aurora let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re so stubborn.”

“And you’re annoying,” Levi countered with a smirk, adjusting his crutches as he stepped further into the room.

Eren groaned, already feeling the tension building. “Will you two stop it?” he said, stepping between them. “Captain, I’ll take care of Floch and the Jaegerists later. Right now, we need to focus on freeing Armin and the others. And Aurora…” He turned to his wife, his voice softening. “We should probably head back and rest afterward. You’ve been on your feet too much lately.”

Aurora gave Eren a small, grateful smile, nodding as she placed a hand on his arm. Levi scoffed, turning toward the hallway. “Come on, lovebirds. We’ve got work to do.”

As the trio left the examination room, Levi couldn’t help but glance back at Eren and Aurora. Their bond was undeniably strong, and though he’d never admit it aloud, Levi was glad they had each other. If anyone was going to survive the chaos ahead, it would be them.

As they made their way down the winding staircase to the basement, where Mikasa was already waiting with Historia. The air was thick with tension, each step echoing loudly in the quiet stone chamber. Aurora’s eyes softened as soon as she saw Historia standing by the crystal, her composed demeanor belying the storm of emotions Aurora knew must be swirling within her.

Aurora stepped forward, her tone gentle. “Historia, how are you holding up? After…everything with the Jaw titan, I mean. That’s…a lot.”

Historia offered a faint smile, the type that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine, Aurora. I have to be.” Her voice was calm, steady, but there was an underlying edge of exhaustion. “I don’t have the luxury of falling apart. Not now.”

Aurora wanted to press further, to tell Historia it was okay to lean on her, but before she could, Mikasa’s sharp eyes flicked to Levi, hobbling on crutches instead of sitting in the wheelchair Aurora had insisted he use. Her brow furrowed.

“Captain,” Mikasa scolded, crossing her arms. “You’re supposed to be in your wheelchair. What are you doing walking around on crutches? You could seriously hurt yourself.”

Levi scowled and snapped back at her, “I don’t need a lecture from you, I’m not a damn cripple! And if you all don’t stop pestering me, I’ll hit you with one of these damn crutches.”

Mikasa blinked, stunned into silence for a moment before her own irritation flared. “This is the thanks I get after dragging your short, sorry ass around for a month? I kept you alive, Captain. You’re welcome.”

Levi’s glare deepened as he muttered, “I’d rather be dead than listen to this nonsense.”

Mikasa shot back, “Then maybe you should’ve taken better care of yourself instead of getting poisoned by—”

“Can we just focus?” Eren growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. He glanced at Aurora, who was barely suppressing a giggle at the back-and-forth between Levi and Mikasa. “We have bigger things to deal with.”

Levi snorted and adjusted his crutches. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

The group turned their attention to the massive crystal in the center of the room. The translucent structure encased their comrades—Hange, Armin, Jean, Connie, and Sasha—each of their bodies frozen in time. Their eyes were closed, their expressions peaceful, but everyone knew they had been conscious the entire time.

Eren took a step forward, the tension in the room thickening. “Everyone stand back,” he instructed, his voice firm. His eyes glowed with the power of the War Hammer Titan, the tendrils of energy wrapping around his arms as he activated its abilities. With one precise movement, he drove the power into the crystal, shattering it into a million glittering shards.

The scouts tumbled to the ground, coughing and gasping for air as the viscous fluid from the crystal clung to their clothes and hair. Jean was the first to recover, his chest heaving as he blinked rapidly, his gaze locking onto Eren.

Without a word, Jean staggered to his feet, clenched his fists, and marched straight to Eren. Before anyone could react, Jean’s fist collided with Eren’s face, sending the taller man stumbling back.

“You piece of shit!” Jean spat, his voice hoarse but seething with rage. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? We were conscious the whole time! We heard everything, Eren! Every. Single. Word.”

Eren rubbed his jaw but didn’t retaliate, letting Jean vent his anger. Armin, Hange, Connie, and Sasha began to rise, their expressions ranging from fury to disbelief. The room was suddenly alive with questions and accusations.

“How could you do this to us, Eren?” Armin demanded, his blue eyes wide with hurt. “Trapping us in that crystal… it was inhumane!”

“You might as well had just killed us instead of that torture,” Sasha added, her voice shaking. “Locking us up like animals.”

“And we heard you, by the way,” Hange interjected, adjusting her glasses and glaring at Eren. “You came down here to vent your guilt while we were stuck in there like props.”

But then, one by one, they noticed Levi standing calmly on his crutches, Mikasa at his side. And there, next to them, stood Historia and Aurora—Eren’s wife. The room fell silent as they tried to process the scene before them.

Jean broke the silence first. “What the hell is going on here?” His tone was sharp, his eyes darting between Levi, Mikasa, and Eren. “Weren’t we against him?” He pointed at Eren. “And supposed to arrest her for killing the Premier?” His hand shifted to Aurora.

Levi rolled his eyes and leaned heavily on one crutch. “The situation’s changed,” he said bluntly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Changed how?” Hange asked, her hands on her hips, her expression incredulous. “You were the one most against Eren and Aurora! And now you’re just…standing here with them?”

Levi’s gaze turned steely. “I’d suggest you close your mouths and listen.” His voice was cold, commanding, and it silenced any further protests. “Here’s what’s happened in the last month: Aurora poisoned me—”

Connie interrupted with a low whistle. “Damn.”

“Shut up, you fool,” Levi snapped before continuing. “She poisoned me. She nearly killed me. But guess what? She also saved my life when she didn’t have to. While Mikasa and I were on the run, Floch decided to play hero and hunt us down against Eren’s orders.”

The group exchanged bewildered glances as Levi continued. “The Jaw, Cart, and Armored Titans ambushed us. They tried to kidnap Aurora and kill Historia. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, the Jaw Titan is in love with the Queen. It’s a shit show.” He gestured lazily toward Historia, whose face turned crimson.

Jean, Connie, Sasha, Hange, and Armin stared at Levi, their jaws practically on the floor. Connie broke the silence with a groan. “I need a stiff drink,” he muttered, rubbing his temples.

Levi smirked faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Don’t we all,” he said dryly.

The room fell into a stunned silence, each person trying to process the whirlwind of revelations. Eren stood at the center of it all, his expression resolute but heavy. Levi continued to bring the scouts up to speed on what had happened in the last month and their expressons grew more stunned with every second that passed.

Finally, Jean found his voice, his tone sharp and accusatory. “So, let me get this straight, Eren. You’ve taken over the military—every branch—and your grand plan is to unleash the Rumbling? You’re actually serious?”

“Yes,” Eren replied firmly. His unwavering gaze met Jean’s, and though he spoke calmly, there was an edge to his voice. “I’m serious. The Rumbling is our only option.”

“The only option?” Hange snapped, her voice trembling with anger. She took a step closer, her hands clenching into fists. “You’re talking about genocide, Eren. Millions of people. Innocent people. Are you hearing yourself?”

“Those ‘innocent’ people want us dead,” Eren countered, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of bitterness. “The entire world sees us as devils. You’ve seen it with your own eyes. Marley’s already tried to destroy us, and they’ll keep trying. It’s us or them.”

“That’s a false choice!” Armin’s voice was louder than usual, shaking with desperation. He stepped forward, his fists tight at his sides. “We’ve always found another way, Eren! We’ve always fought to protect people without resorting to... to this! There’s got to be a way to make peace—”

“There is no peace!” Eren cut him off sharply, his voice echoing through the room. His expression hardened, and he took a step closer to Armin. “Do you think I haven’t tried to find another way? I’ve seen the future, Armin. I’ve seen what happens if we don’t act. If we don’t fight, they’ll destroy all of us. You, me, everyone we care about. They’ll kill Aurora. They’ll kill my child.”

At the mention of the baby, Sasha gasped softly, her wide eyes darting to Aurora, who stood silently beside Eren. Aurora’s expression was conflicted, and her hands rested protectively over her still-small baby bump. She didn’t speak, but the way her shoulders tensed showed how much weight she carried.

Levi, leaning on his crutches, let out a sharp breath and muttered under his breath, “Brats and their damn dramatics…”

Mikasa, standing quietly near Aurora, stiffened visibly at the mention of the Rumbling. Her eyes flicked to Eren, filled with a swirl of emotions—pain, confusion, and something unspoken. She didn’t agree with Eren’s plan, but she had also come to the same grim realization as Levi and Aurora: they had no other choice. Marley’s latest attack had only solidified that grim truth.

Hange looked between Eren and Aurora, her brows furrowed deeply in disbelief. “So, that’s it? You’ve decided for all of us? You’ve taken control, silenced your own comrades, and now you’re marching forward with a plan that’ll make you no different from Marley?”

Eren turned his intense gaze to her, his jaw tightening. “Hange, I don’t expect you to understand. But I’m doing this for us. For everyone in these walls. For Aurora. For my family. If we don’t fight, we’ll be wiped out. The Rumbling is the only way to make the world understand that they can’t touch us.”

Connie, usually the jokester of the group, stood frozen, his expression unreadable. Finally, he broke his silence, his voice shaking. “Eren... do you even hear yourself? You’re talking about killing millions of people. You’re not saving anyone. You’re becoming exactly what they think we are—monsters.”

Jean let out a bitter laugh, his hands on his hips. “And what happens after the Rumbling, huh? You flatten the world, and then what? Do you think people are just gonna bow down and worship you? That they’ll leave Paradis alone forever? Because they won’t, Eren. The hate will never stop. You’re just proving them right.”

Aurora spoke up then, her voice quiet but steady. “Jean… I don’t like this plan any more than you do. None of us do.” She glanced at Mikasa and Levi, who nodded grimly. “But Marley’s attack proved that we’re out of time. The whole world isn’t coming to Paradis to talk or negotiate. They’re coming to kill us. We either fight back, or we die.”

Sasha’s hands trembled as she spoke, her voice breaking. “But... genocide, Aurora? There’s got to be another way. This... this isn’t right.”

“Do you think I want this?” Aurora’s voice rose slightly, her emotions finally breaking through. “Do you think Eren does? We’re doing this because we have no other choice. If there were another way—any way—we’d take it. But there isn’t.”

Armin shook his head, his expression desperate. “There’s always another way. We just have to find it—”

“There’s no time,” Eren interrupted, his voice low but forceful. “Armin, I’ve already seen it. Every path leads to the same conclusion. If we don’t act now, we lose everything. We lose everyone. You can hate me all you want, but I won’t stand by and let that happen.”

The room fell into a heavy silence. Hange, Armin, Jean, Connie, and Sasha exchanged uneasy glances, their minds reeling from everything they’d just heard. None of them wanted to believe it, but the grim reality was staring them in the face.

Finally, Levi broke the silence, his tone as blunt as ever. “You don’t have to like it,” he said, addressing the group, “but you do have to face the facts. Marley and the rest of the world aren’t gonna stop coming for us. If you’ve got a better plan, let’s hear it. Otherwise, shut up and deal with it.”

Jean gritted his teeth, his fists clenched. “This is insane... but fine. Let’s hear what your next steps are, Jaeger.”

Eren nodded, his face hard but resolute. “First, we’ll regroup. Then, I’ll release the others from the crystal. After that... we’ll prepare for what’s coming. Together.”

Though the words hung heavy in the air, the group nodded slowly. There was no going back now. The battle for survival had only just begun.

Eren had laid bare his plan, and while the scouts were still reeling from the enormity of the Rumbling, the toll of being trapped in hardened crystal for so long had left them physically and mentally drained. Jean, Armin, Connie, Sasha, and Hange all needed rest and medical attention to recover fully.

They would pick up strategizing tomorrow. For now, it was clear that everyone needed to retreat to their quarters and recharge.

As the group dispersed, Aurora gently approached Hange, Armin, Jean, Connie, and Sasha. Her voice was soft but firm. “If you’ll let me, I can assess you all just to make sure you’re okay. Being in that crystal for so long... it must’ve taken a toll.”

The group hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances. It wasn’t lost on them that Aurora was the same woman who had poisoned Levi—and almost killed him. Jean raised an eyebrow skeptically. “You’re a poison expert, right? I don’t think we’re too eager to have you poking around.”

Aurora flinched at the reminder but kept her composure. “I understand why you’d feel that way. But I know what I’m doing, and I just want to make sure you’re okay. No tricks.”

The tension hung in the air until Levi, still leaning on his crutches, grumbled, “Quit being idiots and let her check you out. If she wanted you dead, you’d be dead already.” His sharp tone made them flinch, but it was enough to break their hesitation.

Reluctantly, the group agreed, and Aurora began her work. Eren stood nearby, his sharp eyes watching her every move, not out of distrust but out of concern for her. He couldn’t help the pride swelling in his chest as he saw how calmly and professionally she handled the group, despite their initial distrust. But he was also keeping an eye on her—he didn’t want her pushing herself too hard after everything she’d been through.

As the others settled into their quarters, Historia returned to her room. Outwardly, she appeared composed, every inch the queen she was expected to be. But inside, her emotions were a storm. She had been holding herself together all day, but now, in the quiet of her private space, her mind raced uncontrollably.

Porco had infected her thoughts.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, her hands trembling as she clutched the blanket. She couldn’t stop replaying their encounter in her mind. The way he had shielded her, the way his eyes—filled with conflict and something else she couldn’t name—had burned into hers. She knew he wasn’t Ymir, yet the connection she felt to him was undeniable, overwhelming.

Her heart ached at the thought of him. She wanted to see him again. The realization made her feel foolish, weak. He was her enemy, a man who had been sent to kill her, and yet...

Historia shook her head sharply, trying to dispel the thoughts. “What am I doing?” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. “This is madness.”

She stood up, intending to pace the room to clear her mind, but as she turned, her breath caught in her throat.

A hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her startled cry, and the door behind her clicked shut.

Her military instincts kicked in immediately. Her body tensed, and she drove her elbow back toward her attacker, ready to fight. But before she could follow through, a voice she knew all too well stopped her in her tracks.

“Relax, it’s me,” Porco whispered, his tone low but unmistakable.

Historia froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned her head slightly, and there he was—Porco Galliard, standing in her room, looking as conflicted and intense as ever.

“Porco?” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped back, breaking free of his hold. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in?”

Porco shifted awkwardly, running a hand through his messy blond hair. “I... I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice strained. “I shouldn’t be here. I know that. But I couldn’t stay away.”

His words made Historia’s breath hitch. Her mind raced with a thousand questions. How had he managed to get past the compound’s security? What was he thinking, coming here? But above all, one thought loomed larger than the rest: why couldn’t she feel angry at him for being here?

Porco took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers. “I’ve abandoned my mission, my comrades... everything,” he confessed, his voice heavy with emotion. “I know it’s insane. I know I shouldn’t even be looking at you. But I can’t stop. Every time I try to convince myself to leave, I just... I keep thinking about you.”

His words hit Historia like a tidal wave. She stared at him, her chest tightening. “Porco...” she began, but she didn’t know how to finish. Her emotions were a tangled mess, and she couldn’t even begin to sort through them.

Porco clenched his fists at his sides, as if trying to ground himself. “I don’t know what I’m doing here,” he said, his voice almost desperate. “I just know I can’t hurt you. I can’t stay away from you.”

Historia’s heart raced. She wanted to push him away, to tell him to leave before anyone found him. But a part of her—a part she didn’t fully understand—wanted him to stay. She felt drawn to him, as if some invisible force was pulling them together.

“How did you even get in here?” she asked, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

Porco gave a faint, bitter smile. “Your compound isn’t as secure as you think,” he said. “Most of the Jaegerists are out hunting me, Pieck, and Reiner. It wasn’t hard to slip in.”

Historia frowned, a pang of fear tightening in her chest. If anyone found him here...

“You need to leave,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction. “If they catch you—”

“I know,” Porco interrupted. “But I don’t care.” His eyes burned with intensity as he stepped closer. “I’ve already thrown everything away. For you.”

His words left her speechless. She didn’t know what to say, how to feel. All she knew was that her heart was pounding, her emotions a whirlwind. She was supposed to hate him, wasn’t she? He was her enemy. And yet...

“Porco,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “This is madness.”

“Maybe it is,” he said quietly, his gaze softening. “But I’d rather be mad than stay away from you.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of everything that had happened, everything that was still to come, hung heavily in the air. And yet, in that small room, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away.

“Stay,” Historia whispered before she could stop herself.

~

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i miss writing sooooo much but FUCK do i have no ideas 😭 like i def wanna continue writing yan stuff esp for eren but idk what exactly i wanab write, was gonna redo bring me to life and i will once i finish this last exam and shit but for now i got nothin 💔 and i rlly rlly miss sharing what i wrote 😭

[s0dium]

Fucking you raw??!!!

Synopsis: It's his first time fucking and you are letting him go raw?????!!! Oh boy.

Warnings: Everything you might imagine.

Is he dreaming? This has got to be a dream.

He blinks. Hard. To his disbelief, the site below him remains unchanged.

He gazes, awestruck by the vulnerability and arousal mirrored in your eyes. The soft, ambient light above casts a gentle glow on your skin, accentuating its smoothness and the delicate curve of your shoulders and highlighting the gentle slope of your breasts. Your nipples glisten, probably from his spit when you practically had to coax him off them.

"Are you ok baby?" Your voice comes out almost as a whisper, sultry and smooth. He watches your lips form the words, how your mouth glistens from the spit of his messy kisses, and how your tongue darts out to wet it.

He thickly gulps and nods. No, he would not lose composure, not now when he has been fantasizing this moment for months. With unbreaking focus, he presses the tip of his dick against your tight hole.

Then, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and pushes in. Immediately his mind goes white, paper white. Fuck, he has to kneel over from how wet, warm and goddamn tight you feel. The sensation is electric, like tiny sparks dancing along his nerves, igniting every inch they touch. It's a delicious contrast of heat and moisture, sending waves of tingling delight that radiate from dick finger to the rest of his body. He can't believe this is happening, he can't believe he is fucking the girl of his dreams raw. Your a god damn angel for letting him do this he is sure of it.

He has to remain still inside your heat for a few seconds and thank god you let him, or else he is sure he wouldve cum ropes into you there and then.

"Im gonna move now baby," He throws his head back and groans "J-jesus you feel so good"

He's too immersed in his own pleasure to realize that you are also being thrown in the abyss of utter euphoria. Letting him go raw was the absolute best fucking decision you have ever made. His dick filled you to the brim, stretching you perfectly. His thrusts were slow at first, testing the waters to see how much you could take, how much he could take. It was dizzying, the grith of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, the euphoria of him fitting snuggly against walls with every thrust. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure.

"F-faster" You manage to croak out and he lets out a whine at your words. Jesus, you don't need to tell him twice.

He reels his hips back just enough so his fat tip barely leaves your warm cunny, the anticipation building as you brace yourself. In an instant, he slams them forward, hard and fast right into your cervix, driving into you with a force that leaves you gasping for air. The bed creaks beneath you both, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His movements are relentless, each one more intense than the last, the friction of his dick scraping against your walls making your toes curl.

"Love you, love you so much" he babbles. He's far too gone, a primal need for you has settled in him and his brain is on auto pilot. All he can think about is how good your pussy feels wrapped around him and how pretty you look right now. The sensation of your body moving in unison drives him wild, his grip on you tightening as he loses himself in the overwhelming ecstasy. His low groans and murmured praises only heighten the intensity, making each moment more electrifying than the last.

"So good s-so good" your words are strung out on your lips from how good he is fucking you. Every thrust ignites a fire within you, the sensations so intense you can hardly think. Your senses are overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside you, the rhythm of his movements perfectly attuned to your own mounting desire. You moan in ecstasy, the sound mingling with his groans, as each powerful thrust pushes you closer to the edge. The pleasure is all-consuming, making your body tremble with each delicious impact, every moment more euphoric than the last.

As he continues, you can sense his building intensity, his breaths turning into ragged gasps. His eyes flutter shut, and you feel the shudder of pleasure running through him with each thrust like electricity. His grip on you tightens, and his pace quickens, driven by a primal need. Every thrust brings him closer to the peak, his mind beginning to blur with overwhelming sensation. You can see the tension in his muscles, his abs tightening with the strain of holding back.

"Shit shit shit" he gasps, bending over so his lips are against your ear. "Im gonna cum baby, im gonna cum in you fuuuuuu-"

Then, with a final, powerful thrust, his mind goes blank, and a surge of pure ecstasy washes over him. His body tenses, abs hardening as he reaches the peak of his euphoria. He groans deeply, lost in the moment of ultimate pleasure, every muscle in his body taut with the intensity of his climax. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving him trembling as the waves of pleasure gradually subside.

You gasp at the feeling of hot ropes of cum filling you up. Theres so much of it it spills out of you and onto the bedsheets below. Your body trembles in response, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sensing your rising climax, he leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of soft, peppered kisses.

His voice, husky with desire, whispers in your ear, "Let it go, baby. Let it go."

His words, combined with the gentle touch of his lips, send shivers down your spine. He slows his thrusts, his dick still painfully hard, moving with a deliberate, tantalizing rhythm that drives you wild. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your entire body tensing as you approach the edge. His soothing words and tender kisses coax you further, until finally, you let go.

A wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your body arching in response. The world blurs as you reach the peak of your euphoria, every nerve ending alive with sensation. His slow, deliberate thrusts and murmured encouragement keep you riding the wave of ecstasy, your mind lost in the overwhelming bliss. You cry out, the release so powerful it leaves you trembling, completely consumed by the moment.

Your left gasping for air and just when your about to roll over and take a breath, he grabs the underside of your legs and presses them against your chest.

"So sorry baby, I need more. Please let me have more."

GOJO, GETO, Toji, YUUJI, YUUTA, KENMA, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, EREN, SHIGARAKI, SANEMI

[fatherbrat]

when you and eren broke up you blocked him on everything. instagram, twitter, gmail, spotify, cashapp, everything. you said that break up was gonna be the last one, and you meant it. so how did you end up here? in the backseat of connie’s car, with eren’s cock buried deep in your cunt and his hands cupping your face. “you’re fuckin’ mine forever,” he murmurs, and you can feel how much he means it, his desperation. you should tell him no, that after this you’ll never speak to him again. but you’re too far gone; cock-drunk and stupid, babbling nonsense about needing him to go faster, harder, deeper. he laughs, actually laughs at you. tells you how he just knew you’d come around, you’re made for him after all (at least, your pussy is). and as you reach your climax, gasping and moaning his name, you just know you never should have tried to break up with him in the first place.

[tonycries]

Little Heaven

Synopsis. He’s just your friend-with-benefits, right? So why - in the still haze of the soft sheets and you, fúcking you so sensual and tenderly - does he feel like he’s found his own personal heaven?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, kinda fluffy, he’s both pússydrunk and in love, slow to rough, marking, mentions of marriage and kids, morning, swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. Probably the fluffiest smút I’ve ever written.

You were just his friend-with-benefits, right? No strings attached, right? 

So why was he here? Sinking into your plush mattress, quiet morning sun just barely peeking in through the curtains as he wraps his arms around your naked figure. 

God, he really shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be laying you on your side, drinking in your soft little, “G’mornin’.” Both of your movements languid and still burning with soreness. Your hips pushing back desperately into his as he positions himself so that his leaking tip was just kissing your swollen folds. 

He shouldn’t be whispering soft kisses into the marks that littered your skin. Licking one, long stripe up the sinful trail of hickies down your neck. All sensual touches where it was bruising grips last night. 

That was rule #1, right? No marks. 

Or was it #4… 

Ah, right now he couldn’t give less of a fuck. Not when his greedy eyes wander the expanse of your face, fingers trailing along the features he’s mapped a thousand times over. Tracing delicate patterns across your skin, snaking down, down, down to leisurely lift your leg a little higher. 

Bare chest warm against your back, his voice is low and gravelly in your ear as he whispers, “I had a dream y’know.” 

Mind still thinly veiled with sleep, you lean into his warm touch, “Mhm?” 

Your breath hitches at the way he drags his swollen head teasingly across your slit, pooling your slick on his achingly hard tip. Smearing your juices with his thumb as he pumps himself lazily. It’s so torturously good. You almost miss the way he buries his face into the crook of your neck, murmuring a soft “Had a dream of us.”

Oh? 

Before you can overthink his words, he’s nudging in gently. So agonizingly gentle. And you can do nothing more than let out barely-audible whispers of his name as he bullies his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. 

You feel so full. So drunk off of the delicious burn of your pussy and him. 

And it seems he was drunk on you just as much, because as soon as his hips are flush against yours, the words escape him. So quiet and groggy with sleep, that you almost don’t catch them.

“Had a dream that I made you my beautiful bride.”

Oh. 

That was new. His words hung heavy in the heady air. 

Shivers run down your spine - all the way to where he was buried in your dripping cunt. Your voice is slightly shaky as you let out a humorless laugh, “Oh yeah? Must’ve been a nightmare then.”

Soft lips press against your forehead, breathing in your scent. Absolutely searing as he mutters out a muffled, “No, was the best dream I ever had.”

And then, with the audacity of someone who didn’t just send your mind reeling, he pulls his hips back unhurriedly. Immediately fucking into you at a slow, sensual pace. Tip kissing your cervix as he rolls his hips languidly into yours, making sure you feel every bump and graze against your tight walls.

You don’t know what’s more maddening - his agonizing pace or the words that tumble out of his lips. “Y’looked so beautiful in white. So pretty walking down the aisle to me.” 

His lips brush against yours, hands dancing across every inch of you he could reach. Gently caressing the skin like it’s something divine, soothing over the marks from last night as if an apology. “Don’ think I’d want to see anyone else there.”

You glance back at him - only to find his eyes already on you. A jolt of electricity runs across your skin at the pure warmth in them. And you realize that, no, this wasn’t a joke. 

Not trusting yourself to speak, you simply grind your hips down to meet his, abs rubbing against your ass. Letting out a broken whimper of what sounds like his name as he moves down a hand to press rough, little circles over and over your throbbing clit. 

“Saw a little something else too.” he hums, a sly smile curling his lips as his other hand dances across your body to press down on your stomach. Hard. “Saw that I had some competition - two actually. Funny, right?”

“Hah- h-hilarious.” you manage to choke out as his thumb speeds up on your clit, hips moving a bit more purposefully. A bit more like you were used to. Rock-hard cock plunging into your quivering cunt in deliberate, sloppy thrusts that have you white-knuckling the sheets. 

“Though…” he trails off dangerously, pulling back all the way until his furiously hard tip was just kissing your waiting hole. “I wouldn’t really mind.”

And with that he’s sheathing his throbbing erection in your wet pussy completely. A gasp of delight leaves him at the way you take him so readily. Walls sucking him up so sinfully - perfect. You were always so perfect for him. 

“Dreamt we had a lil’ house with a big garden.” God, he can feel his cock harden so painfully at the fucked-out little ah! ah! ah! leaving your pretty lips each time his hip smack into yours. It’s music to his ears, such a shame he just can’t shut the fuck up right now. “And then you dressed the kids up while I made breakfast.”

“Then you made us do taxes and I didn’t even fucking mind.” His voice is strained now, words slurring together as he rams his cock deeper and deeper, glistening with your slick in the soft morning glow. 

“And finally at night, I say we should make a third one.” 

He looks at you, a sly grin stretching his lips, eyes half-lidded and a dangerous twinkle in them that has you wondering whether everything he said before was merely a ruse to fuck you silly. And it probably shows on your face - because he grins lowly in your ear, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we have till our wedding night f’me to fuck you slow.”

And oh he almost feels guilty. But he can’t bring himself to slow down at the way your swollen lips drop into such a pretty oh! at his words. Mewling at the sting of his heavy balls as they smack your ass. Walls clamping down desperately on his dick, milking him for every drop of pleasure. Each thrust into your warm core has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, brows furrowing in ecstasy as he focuses on making you lose your mind. 

He shifts his angle slightly, grinding expertly against your g-spot just right, and you throw your head back, releasing a low moan of his name.

“Shit. Yeah, say m’name, sweetheart. Jus’ like that.” he moans breathlessly. 

His name - soon to be yours.

Maybe.

You turn your head to face him, eyes fiery as you capture his in an equally scorching kiss. Cock slamming into your poor, abused cunt with an intensity that matches that of your lips.

Probably. 

Biting down on his lower lips, soft yet insistent. Humming deliriously against his mouth - and in the heat of it all, he feels you smile against his lips. Ever-so-slightly. 

Definitely. 

And then you’re cumming. White-hot pleasure behind your eyes, walls clamping down so deliciously around his twitching cock. It sends him over the edge as well - whispering your name as if a prayer, voice hoarse with emotions neither of you could name at this very moment. 

Hot ropes of his thick cum paint your trembling cunt white, milking the soul out of him as you both ride out your climaxes together. A creamy ring forming around his base as some truly animalistic part of himself fucks his seed into you - a promise, he likes to think.

“I’m serious about the dream.”

Almost as gentle as that one. 

As the haze settles, his thrusts slowing down to just shallow grinds, a fragile silence envelopes the room as neither of you speak. Because maybe no other words were needed. 

And right now, morning sunlight harsh on his skin, strong arms pulling you warm body flush against his, no one but you two in this quiet world - he doesn’t think he’d like to be anywhere else.

All is well in your little heaven.

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, SUNA, ATSUMU, Tsukishima, Kuroo, EREN

A/N. Bro it took longer to think of what to write than to write this. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

[will0waesthetic]

“her lovely hazel eyes”

“her breasts and perky rosy, pink nipples”

“for her petite physique”

Well damn , give her a name and we’re good to go 💀 the reader having a backstory , yeah no problem it’s cool but why do you have to describe the physical traits ? Just make an OC

Back story + physical description = OC

Back story + no physical description = reader insert

[sinfulpanda16]

He loves it when you sit on his back when he's doing pushups.

This almost never happens but when it does, he loves how it makes him feel like he's the strongest man for you. You're sitting on his back looking all cute and pretty counting his reps for him and although his diligence to going all the way down and pushing himself back up is causing him sweat he can't help but smile when he hears you giggling up there.

When he's done he'd give you a gentle kiss, "Thank you baby." and will probably want to keep you around to show off his muscles and strength some more. "Wanna help me with the rest of my workouts?" he asks smirking.

"Yes" you respond with a cute smile.

He picks you up and sits you on a counter nearby. He gives you another gentle kiss "Just keep being my cute cheerleader." he orders with a smirk.

Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kunigami Rensuke, Reo Mikage, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Gojo Saturou, Fushiguro Toji, Eren Yeager, Kyo Sohma, Ryo Kurokiba, Draken

[levenlike11]

his hands come up to your cheeks and hold, looking- rather staring into your soul. you smile and your cheeks in his hands squish up making them look chubbier.

"wanna bite you." he says it still holding instense eye contact. you laugh and a faint smile appears on his face. "i missed you." his head drops on your shoulder and he takes a deep breath of your perfume.

"missed you too." you put your head on his, as if it hasn't only been less than a full day since you last saw each other. he thanks the owners of the place for the dim blue lighting in the dark room as it conceals the blush starting to make itself known on his face.

his hands that are hugging your figure travels down and down until they hit your waist and sneak under your top to caress your soft skin. every inch his fingertips touch burn with excitement and leaves goosebumps on his way.

"missed you so. damn. much." he sighs into your shoulder and places a small kiss on there, slowly moving upwards on your neck. you open yourself to him and throw your head back, enjoying his acts. his hands are softly scratching your back while he keeps kissing and nipping at your skin.

"show me how much you missed me then." you whisper near his ear and peck his lobe, knowing it makes his knees weak every time you do that. his attention is now diverted to your chin, biting it tenderly. "baby-" you whine when he licks the part he bit to soothe the pain he caused.

"my pretty thing. all mine." staring into your eyes again, he touches your nose playfully with his pointer finger. you close your eyes and lean into him, letting your lips touch gently at first. it doesn't take long until he's exploring your mouth feverishly, teeth clattering and tongues brushing against each other with lust.

you push him off of you for a second to take a breath but he chases after your lips and doesn't let you leave. you can taste the drink he previously had on his tongue and it mixes with the minty taste your altoids left in your mouth. he thinks he's found heaven, right here in your arms.

when he eventually pulls back, you can't help but giggle at all the lipstick stains on the lower half of his face. (and trust my word on this one, he wears it proudly until you force him to wash it off- which leads to another make out session, in the bathroom this time.)

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eren, jean, levi (aot) geto, megumi, toji, nanami (jjk) SUNARIN, hinata, iwaizumi, akaashi (hq) reo, chigiri, rin, sae (blue lock) draken, wakasa, mitsuya (tokyorev) giyuu, sanemi (demon slayer) and anyone else you'd like!

all feedback is extremely appreciated, sorry for the inactivity!🥹🫶🏻

[daemontargaryenwhore]

He couldn't afford to lose another kid knowing he's going to lose one just for the battle to end.

[cottonconnielvr]

౨ৎ warnings … overstim, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving)

“o-okay eren” you whimper into your pink silk sheets. you struggle to free your wrists from eren’s hold, one of his hands pressing them into your back.

you’re laying face down ass up on the bed, eren kneeling behind you. you can barley focus on your words as you feel eren licking and sucking you everywhere. he’s being so messy, smacks feeling the room along with your cries. “okay ren, m’done” you sigh, eyes rolling into the back of your head. eren hums against your drooling cunt, sending vibrations through your body.

he continues to ignore you, stuffing your tight hole with his wet tongue, thrusting as fast as he can. “p..please i wan’ break!” your hands grip onto the mattress, trying so desperately to crawl away from the sweet torture.

you hear eren hum, gripping your hips with both hands to pull you back to him. he pulls away from your hole with a pop, leaning back to look at the mess you made. “why you running away from me, baby?” eren hums.

your hole clenched around nothing, pushing out more and more of your wetness. eren leans over your body, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back. “let me see your face” he coos, his middle finger slipping inside of your pussy. with a huff you turn your face to face eren.

he lets out a giggle at your face, your eyes are all watery and your lips are swollen. one of your lashes is also hanging down. he curls his middle finger upwards, ejecting a moan from you. “you always take it so good baby. aren’t ya so proud of yourself, hmm?” he slides in another finger, watching your facial expressions.

you whimper and clench tightly around eren’s fingers. “…cum again” you murmur out weakly. eren’s heart clenches. his little baby all fucked you, you can barley speak. “i knowww i can feel you” eren giggles to himself again. “such a good girl, taking it all” eren talks you into an even deeper headspace. all you want is him, even closer. all you can think is eren eren eren eren

without warning, your legs shake and eyes roll back. “ohhh fuckkk you’re cumming so much” eren leans back to watch you release. you squirt wetness all over his arm and onto the bedsheets. you whimper and tuck your head even deeper into the mattress.

“ good fucking girl” eren drags his fingers down your wet cunt, rubbing his thumb on your clit before leaving a hard slap on your ass. you don’t get a chance to register eren’s words before you fall into a deep slumber

[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

He likes to look up at you while he eats you out with those pretty eyes full of lust… “look at me, angel. look at how good I’m making you feel.”

He loves holding your hand, and if you look away he’ll hold your bud between his teeth lightly as a warning…

He usually doesn’t like to see you cry, but your eyes are so pretty when you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s given you.

He likes to tongue fuck you too but man… he loves sucking on your clit.

He likes to hear you whimper and whine, and loves when you tug on his hair or give him a little guidance

He can’t deny he gets really hard when you gently push his head towards your entrance, wanting some attention there too!!

The sounds…

He’s squeezing your thighs as he sucks, nibbles, licks… you’d think he was starving for pussy

He really just wants to make you feel good, but honestly he eats you out because he really really enjoys it.

He would do it regardless but… it does help that he loves it!

Trying to do anything around the house after he’s gotten a taste of pussy is hard. And god sitting on this man’s face?? He would go to cloud 9…

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|| GOJO|| NANAMI|| GETO|| SUKUNA|| CHOSO||TOJI ||KURAPIKA|| LEORIO|| CHROLLO|| ILLUMI|| FEITAN|| EREN|| JEAN|| ARMIN|| RENGOKU|| OBANAI|| TENGEN|| YOUR FAV

[st4rbwrry]

𝒞’𝑀𝐸𝑅𝐸, 𝐵𝑅𝒜𝒯.

aot headcannons + how they handle a brat ft. eren, armin, + onyankopon.

꒰ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ꒱ ꔫ . . . fem!reader, lowercase intended, nsfw twitter links, aggressive sex, choking, rough play, spanking, dacryphilia, punishment, bondage, oral [f + m.], squirting, praise, all of them are kinda mean but with reason, teasing, pet names dnt feel like listing, minors aren’t allowed! reblogs + comments are appreciated! ♡

EREN YEAGER

let’s just say eren likes to fuck you really hard when you piss him off. i’m talking putting you through the mattress. gotta make you feel his anger. the man will make you gag on his dick until your jaw aches, stating ‘since you like to run your fuckin’ mouth so much, make use of it’. he loves when your pretty lips glide along his dick, holding your head still as he hisses and groans, muttering ‘suck it, c’mon’ while he stuffs your throat with his heavy dick. when you use two hands to stroke him until he’s throwing his head back trying his best not to whimper. his moans get stuck in his throat when you suck him, eyes completely gone and his face shifting in pleasure. and for revenge for putting him in a position where he has to be mean to you in order for you to understand, he’d fuck you hard till you’re gushing all over him. licks his fat tongue up your neck as he moans in your ear and tells you ‘fuckin’ pretty, mama. takin’ that shit so good, girl.’ burying his dick deep into you it’s painfully good. he always loses his stress halfway through, kissing you like you mean the world to him, since you do. but, he’ll definitely make you beg for forgiveness, and beg to cum. ‘i can’t hear you, baby. say it. i wanna hear you. don’t go quiet now. you were talkin’ all that shit earlier so be a big girl and beg me to let you cum.’

ARMIN ARLERT

armin’s a tease at first. he likes to play with you before he fucks you really good, and i mean good. it’s enough for your legs to spasm and your pussy to squirt along his abdomen. he’s gentle when he starts, sucking on your neck, licking on your nipples as he rolls them under the pads of his thumbs. kissing your inner thighs and doing his best to avoid eating your pussy since you’re currently undeserving. your whines and trembles fuel him, and once he’s gotten a taste of you, slicking his thick tongue between your folds and releasing a guttural moan in your pussy, that’s when the demon comes to show. holding you down as you squirm and try to escape, using all of his upper body strength knowing you can’t fight him. armin will not hesitate to fuck you dumb. you’ve been a brat lately, knowing he hated when you sassed him. he’d always tell you ‘we’ll talk later’ and the talk is usually him fucking you straight. he likes to have you in every angle imaginable. loves to stare at your face as you scream his name, yank at the sheets, and even bite into his arm. he’ll grab your face and tell you to ‘watch me fuck you like the bad girl you are.’ kiss you sloppily as he drops his dick into you hard, every pound leaving you gasping for air. that blonde hair on his head covering his dangerous eyes, followed by weak whimpers and whines escaping his throat. ‘too pretty, love. keep suckin’ me deep. i can feel you cumming.’

ONYANKOPON

not the type to play games with you, at all. will cut any attitude you have extremely short. you seem to yap a lot, and he can live that. what he won’t deal with is a grown woman who throws temper tantrums like an adolescent. he’s usually understanding of most things, meaning he can sit you down and talk if needed. but some things just don’t get through that tiny skull of yours. now, now he has to push it into the bed to fuck some respect into you. he gets really deep to make you feel it all. won’t stop until you’re actually crying. he expects apologies, and they flow from your mouth airless. clearly, he won’t give up until he approves a real apology, not just one you spew just to let you cum. ‘told you stop talkin’ to me fuckin’ crazy. ima fuck the shit outta you’ he’ll groan, heat pooling in his stomach. he’s mad as fuck, and you feel the energy. struggling in the fabric he used to tie your wrists behind your back, whining into the pillow as he claps your ass back onto him. the rough baritone of his voice causing your head to spin. when his big hand wraps around your throat, he’ll pull your head to his chest as your back arches lower, swiveling his hips and fucking you quicker. ‘fuck yes, baby. tell daddy how sorry you are. right now.’ and you’ll tell him, because at this point you didn’t have a choice. his heavy hand lands numerous hits to your ass, biting his lip as you clench around his dick, drawing an orgasm from him sooner than yourself. then he’ll give your pussy some sloppy kisses after because he feels bad for making you so sore. <3

© 𝑠𝑡4𝑟𝑏𝑤𝑟𝑟𝑦 . all rights reserved. please do not repost, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn't cute. i'll ruin your life.♡

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: peircer eren x black reader

warnings: smut 18+, kinda pervy eren

Good girl

“Hello?” Your soft voice rang over the chimes as you entered the tattoo parlor.

The shop was quiet, seemingly empty besides the softening chimes of the door and surprised cursing down the long hall.

“Shit- yeah. Just give me a minute. My apologies” The culprit of the cursing called.

In the meantime, you took a look around the lobby. The reviews didn't do the place justice. The largest wall contained a bright colorful mural, contrasting beautifully with the dark floors and connected black walls.

While admiring the piece of artwork, heavy thudding from the long hallway turned your attention to the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

You never believed in love at first sight, up until now. You hadn't even known the man's name yet, but you craved him. The reviews warned you the entire staff was attractive but they clearly left out that this man was a god.

His long hair was pulled into a low bun, strands falling in his face, the color contrasting against his pale skin. He was tall, with a full sleeve on one of his muscular arms, and his green eyes had you drowning immediately. He couldn't be Onyankopon, they said he was a brother. Maybe Connie or, Levi-

“Hi, I'm Eren” He introduced himself after swallowing the large knot in his throat.

While in your own trance, you failed to notice how he froze the moment he saw you. The bright light you stood under showcased the sparkles of your pretty brown skin.

Your legs were on display as a result of the simmering heat outside, thick thighs causing them to roll up slightly. The fitted t-shirt you wore allowed the hardened buds of your nipples to peek through, despite the hot weather.

Eren never considered himself a pervert but the way his mind instantly thought about sucking on them till you begged him to fuck you had him thinking otherwise.

“Hi, I'm [☆]. Is this a bad time?” Oh, he could have come on the spot, your voice sounded even better without the numerous walls separating you and god your perfume had him wanting to devour you on the reception desk.

“No, no I just don't know how much I can do for you, the AC is out in all the rooms but mine and I don't even know how long that's gonna last so if you're looking for an hour long tat session you'll have to come back” He crossed his arms, muscles contracting against the white tee.

“Oh no, I'm just hoping to get a few piercings but I can definitely come back another time”

“No, I can do a couple of piercings. What were you thinking?” He grabbed the paperwork from under the counter, praying one of them would be your chest.

“Uh well, I want the other side of my nose, belly button, venus dimples, and my nipples but I understand if you can't do all of that or the last one I'll just come back”

“No, no I can do it,” He said too quickly, clearing his throat awkwardly before handing you the paperwork.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

“Good girl. You're doing such a good job for me, pretty. Just hold on for one second, lovey”

He was currently doing your last dimple piercing. The pain was unimaginable at first but as soon as the praises left his mouth all was forgotten besides the growing stickiness that rested between your thighs.

He praised you after every piercing a variation of “Good girl” “You're doing such a good job for me” “That's it, baby. You did so good” flowed from his pink lips. You could never decide which throbbing to focus on, the one from your new piercing or the throbbing of your clit.

With three new holes in your body and damp panties, it was now time for the piercing both of you were dreading yet excited for.

“Do I just take my shirt off here?”

“Wherever you're comfortable, baby. You can go in the bathroom or stay in here and I'll give you some privacy” He felt like a teenage boy again. His dick twitching at the thought of seeing you exposed.

“No, it's okay you can stay in here I don't mind”

“Oh. Okay,” He perked up. Giving you some privacy he turned his back, pretending to be busy when in reality he was trying to think of anything but you getting undressed behind him. Despite his concentration, all he could focus on was the sound of your necklaces and bracelets clanking at the movements you made.

He knew your nipples were still hard, especially since he took advantage of the working AC and he wondered what your moans would sound like if he flicked his tounge repeatedly over the bud, or if he pinched them in front of the mirror while you begged him to fuck you as you pressed your ass against his hard-

“I'm ready” Your soft voice broke him from his thoughts.

If his self control was any less he'd have gotten on his knees to worship you. There you were. Looking everywhere but him, tits exposed. If it weren’t for the fact other men besides him would see, he'd tattoo this image of you on his bare forearm.

“Are you ready?” He suppressed a groan.

“Mhm”

“Okay stand up for me” He led you to the mirror where he prepped each bud. During the process, you felt as if you could crawl into yourself. The most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on had his hands on your breast. Despite the occasion being nonsexual, you were convinced your arousal would start running down your thigh at any second.

“Is this okay?” He stood behind you.

You gave a simple hum of approval, thoughts gone as he explained how the process would go. You convinced yourself you could handle it, that it would all be over soon.

That was until he rolled the bud in between his fingers, the whimper you'd been holding escaping you.

‘fuck’ ‘fuck’

“Shit, I'm so sorry I- I didn't mean to do that, please understand I had no malicious intentions I just” He stumbled over his words.

He was just explaining the step by step process of the piercing. He wasn't thinking, just craving. He wouldn't have realized his actions if it weren't for the sound you let out. The sound he knew he'd replay in his head the moment you left the shop, stroking his cock as he imagined it were you down on your knees in front of him.

“It's okay” You reassured him. Your big eyes staring up into his through the mirror.

“I didn't…I don't mind”

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Before you knew it you were bouncing on his cock. His moans muffled as his mouth engulfed your breast. Tongue slightly grazing your nipple with the flickers of his tongue before sucking harshly.

He was stretching you out so good, leaky red tip repeatedly hitting your cervix as his frenum piercing brushed against your walls. The added pleasure contributing to the pace of your bounces as you chased your high.

“E-eren please” You whined, attempting to push his head away from the assault on your breast. His hair was everywhere, the ponytail holder long gone the moment your hands entangled in his hair. Your buds were so sensitive, every suck and swipe of his tongue had you squeezing around him, every clench releasing your cream that pooled at the base of his cock.

“Fuck” He groaned, reluctantly giving your boobs a break. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, groping the brown skin before placing a hard slap on your cheek.

“Talk to me, pretty. You like this? Like bouncing on daddy's cock hmm?” His arms wrapped around you tightly as he fucked up into you.

“Oh my- fuck” You gave him control. Your head resting on his shoulder as you let out pornographic moans into his ear.

“Answer me, mama” Another slap landed on your ass.

Before you had time to register the mix of pain and pleasure on your flesh, the gentle pressure of his finger rubbing circles on your puckering hole had you seeing stars.

“Fuck y-yes. I love it so much, daddy. Please don't stop” You whined. Tears of pleasure wetting the crook of his neck.

By no means was Eren a fast finisher but boy was he trying his best to hold on, you're pussy was just squeezing him so tight, the added tension on his scalp as you tugged on it every time he hit the spongy spot along your walls had his nails digging crescents into your skin.

“I'm so close, daddy, please”

“Let go mama” He pressed hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.

In that moment you came, your pussy tightening around the large girth of his cock. Clear liquid squirting from you in streams as he continued his thrust. Your arousal splashing and dripping onto the chair.

With sweat dripping down his forehead, and stray hairs sticking to him, his thrust became sloppy and his breathing became heavier.

“S-shit” He whimpered, head thrown back as he came harder than ever. Repeatedly pushing his load back into your pussy.

“Lemme take you on a date. Please” He panted once you both came down, his hands roaming your body as he looked down at you, green irises peeking out behind his blown pupils.

“Okay, yea- oh” A broken moan escaped you as he moved your hips up and down his length once again.

“Eren” You whined

“Don't tell me you're wiped out after one round, pretty girl. I know you have more in you, mama. Be a good girl for daddy”

for my eren girlies. this is probably the fastest I've ever wrote bc i just needed peircer eren. oh also how do yall feel about pegging bc i feel peircer eren can be a bit subby sometimes ttm. mwah <3

pt.2 wit the pegging ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶꒱ྀི১