#I just missed a bit of this look in Eren's face/mouth

[prettyink]

YEARN

You heard a few knocks at your door. The sound bouncing off the living room walls, you sighed and hit the pause button on your remote. You got up from the couch and ambled towards the door, once you’d swing it open your eyes widened and you froze.

“What are you doing here?” You breathe out, Eren, your ex stood 6’2 with his hair pulled back into a ponytail. Some strains hovered over his face, he peered down with a glint in his gaze, “I’m here for my clothes,” he meekly replied, with his hand making way towards the back of his head. Rubbing at it sheepishly.

You scoffed and crossed your arms at his reply, “you don’t have any clothes here.” Eren nodded his head, objecting. “Yes I do, y/n.” His voice was soft and deep, you bit down on your lip and stared at him for a while before giving in.

You stepped aside allowing him to walk in, you shut the door behind him and watched as he ambled towards your room. Now you were glad, to be living in a one story house. You didn’t need to tail behind him, and making sure he’s not doing any bullshit. You could see your room from where you stood.

He left the door wide open, you saw him make a left turn the noise of stuff rummaging followed up. You begin to move towards the room, to see if he’s actually looking for his clothes and not trying to get something else from you.

You paused in the doorframe, and stared at him. He must’ve heard your footsteps because he stood straight not a mere second before you arrived.

He glanced over his shoulder, and then his body followed.

He ambled towards you and you do the opposite. “No,” you say just when he’s gotten close, “please,”He softly says, “I miss you.” He grasp onto your hands, using it to tug you towards him. Your chest collides with his and you angled your head up.

His forehead plastered against yours, the lip of his lips ever so gently graze against yours. You felt his breathing hitched, you took occasional glances at his pink lips, they look pink and soft.

When you looked up, his eyes were filled with desperation and sadness. " Please,” he asked again before peering downwards at your lips.

“Just one kiss, baby.” You nearly went weak from the pet name, you missed it and how easily and seductively he said it. You avoid eye contact with him, you’re breathing heavy now.

“Eren..” you whispered out, your lips slightly parted to release the heavy breathing, as were his but he had the opposite reason.

He wanted to kiss you, badly. He leaned slightly towards you, and you’d lean away. It made his heart ache, he missed you dearly and now it seems like a slap in the face.

“Baby.” You finally looked.

“Let me..” he doesn’t finish but his eyes flick down to your lips, before they flicked back up.

You closed your eyes and leaned in—your lips connected, it was passionate and warm until your tongue thrust into his mouth, causing him to groan. He leaned against you and it caused your feet to stagger backwards until you slammed against the wall.

A moan whooshed out. Eren’s hands mindlessly moved around your body. It was like they struggled to find a place to reside at; he tilts his head deepening the kiss. His hand slips in your shorts while the other held a firm grip on your neck.

He broke away, breathing heavily. “Take these off.” He said against your lips, while tugging at the hem of your shorts. You grinned and glanced up, “you take them off.” You whispered back before wrapping your arms around his neck. He took this as an opportunity, he quickly picked you off the ground and your legs automatically wrapped around him.

He carried you over to the bed, plopping you flat down on your back. He crawled above you, his necklace hanging above your stomach.

He stood on his knees between your thighs, he bit down on his lips while pulling your shorts off and then tossing them aside.

He nearly bottomed out by the small dampen spot on your underwear, he pressed his thumb against it causing you to moan softly.

“You’re so wet. Fuck.” He grimaced, his thumbs now going faster as the minutes passed. Your legs quickly latched around his arm, he quickly used his freehand and tapped it against your thigh.

Motioning you to unravel. He stopped and allowed you to drop your thighs, they went down momentarily.

Eren licked along his bottom lip before he bit it.

“You so sexy,” he says darkly while holding this lustful intense glance onto you. Your body instantly went hot from it—you’ve never experienced any kind of intense sensation before, until now. Until Eren. But things ended due to complications, but now..you’re rethinking it.

He doesn’t plan on removing the underwear anytime soon, seeing as he dropped down to his knees and stared intently into your crotch. He could see it pulsing behind the fabric, he lets out a chuckle before pecking his soft lips against the fabric.

Your breath stuttered from it. He continued to do so, this time his tongue rolled out and does a long, wet, warm lick against your cunt.

You felt the heat radiating through the panties, it caused a shiver to run down your spine. “Eren,” you whined out as your hand traveled downward to grip his hair, once they reached you tangled your hand around it and pulled his head up.

He breathes out like a dehydrated dog. His eyes were low and glazed over with hunger. His tongue still out as it desperately tried to get closer with your cunt, but you pushed his head back causing him to whine.

“Take it off.” You say, voice heavy and filled with aspiration. Eren doesn’t say a word, he instantly followed your demand and slid the underwear off and tossed it aside.

Before he could unbuckle himself, you sat up causing him to pause and stare at you—confusingly.

“Lay down,” you spoke just as you got on your knees. Eren stares at you, hesitating but he follows through.

He rest against the mattress, on his back with his arms propped up behind him holding him up. “What are you doin-hmmph.” He groaned out as he felt the warmth of your cunt against his sweatpants, you felt the bulge. It was big and thick. It made your mouth run dry, it’s always a shock whenever you see it.

You rolled your hips against him, slow and steady. Your eyes glare down with dominance before your hand found itself gripping his neck. He lets out a choke moan, he rolled his hips against you and you let out a groan.

“M-mommy,” he stammered through his soft moans, “d-don’t make me cum,” he glanced up through his heavy-lidded eyes, “please. I don’t wanna cum like this, I wanna cum in you.” He bit down on his lips, as he stilled your movement with his hand gripping your waist.

You leaned back and glanced down at his hands. You plucked them off one by one before leaning forward towards him. Your face a mere inch away from his, you leaned sideways towards his ear. You pushed away a strain, and your hips begin to continued the past.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you whispered harshly yet softly, Eren whimpered under you. “I-I don’t wanna cum in my pants, again, please.” He pleaded through his whimpering and moaning. You ignored his plea and began to pick up speed, catching that warmth that spilled through your stomach and spreading lower. Your moaning gets louder as well as Eren’s who gripped onto your hips for dear life. Praying he doesn’t nut.

“Fuck!” He yelped, everything tightened and then moments later, you spilled onto him. Dampening the crotch area of his pants with your juices, you slowly lifted your hips, a strain of your juice that was connected to his pants and your cunt it was an amazing sight to see.

You glanced up at Eren, and wearily chuckled. “You wanna see her?” You questioned. He nods his head, he doesn’t utter a word. He stood quiet watching you intently, through his low hooded eyes.

You turned around slowly, your cunt faced him as you faced the wall. You leaned your hips rolled with intention, presenting yourself to him with a teasing arch that caused your lips to separate; giving Eren a view of your trobbing hole.

His hand instantly fell to your ass, each hand held their own cheek, his thumb then shifts downwards towards the crease of your inner thigh.

He pressed his thumbs against it and began to pull back, resulting with your lips spreading wider for him and he lets out a feral groan.

“Fuckk.” You chuckled but it was short lived, his fingers were lodged inside of you. His finger continually passed your G spot, he went faster and harder. You back arched and you began to fuck yourself on his finger, he grins and allows you to do so. But once he seen that all to familiar stomach clench he stilled your hips just when you were right there.

You whined before slowly cascading your eyes over your shoulder, Eren meets your glare with mirth in his eyes.

A low chuckle settling in the air, “You’re not going to cum, until I cum in that pretty cunt of yours.” Your stomach churned at his comment, you bit down on your lip and stayed quiet.

Your upper body lies against the bed while Eren kept your lower stable in the air by his grasp.

He used his free hand and pulled out his cock, it sprung up brushing your cunt along the way, you let out a moan.

Eren leans you forward slightly, to give space for his cock to stand.

He bit down on his lips, and does a slight tap against your cunt; seeing how your body jolts from every collision. “Eren!” You groaned rolling your hips against the thin air, Eren chuckled at your impatience.

“You want it?” He asks as he deliberately moves his cock back and forth against your aching bud, “hm?” He added. You couldn’t say a word, the friction was all too much. It felt amazing, Eren smirks seeing more juices slipping from your hole and dripping onto his cock.

He draw his hand back and strikes you on your ass, then gripping it roughly.

“You so fucking sexy, fuckk.” Eren grunted as he sent another strike, watching it recoil. You whimpered at the stinging pain, but your cunt gets hotter from every slap.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you were tired of his teasing. Ironic.

You pushed your hips back, his dick settling between your ass and you felt the throbbing and heat radiating off it. You bit down on your lip and slightly moved your ass side to side, Eren strikes once more before inhaling deeply.

“Shaking ya ass on daddy’s dick, hm?” He says as he watches it slowly come to a stop, you didn’t reply instead you whimpered.

Eren sents a stroke along his cock, his stomach caves before a moan slips out.

He grasp your hips and moved them above his cock, your dripping cunt merely inches away from his mushroom tip, he slowly impales his cock inside; your mouth grew wider and wider as the inches passed.

Eren sucked in his breath; feeling that tight cunt suctioning to his size. “So fuckin tight, fuck.” He grunted, you gripped onto his ankle and it caused him to pause.

You were breathless, you looked over your shoulder and glanced at Eren with plead sporting your eyes.

His head cocks, “can’t take it anymore, baby?” He questioned softly, you nodded at his question and it made him hum softly. He lifts your hips off, and it slips out with a gasp whooshing from your lips.

He fixed himself into a new position, this time he was on his knees and you remained the same. Eren taps his finger against your thigh, motioning you to arch it up, you weakly did and he grasp your hips.

“I got you, baby,” he whispered as he slowly slips inside, he leaned over his chest pressed against your back, and his mouth hovering near the shell of your ear. “Relax.” He murmured again, his voice low and steady.

Your bones seem to deflate as effect of his voice, “I-it’s too much.” You weakly objected as he was still sliding it. Eren leaned back up and glanced down, he chuckles.

“That’s not even half of it baby.” You groaned forgetting, once again, how much of a big man he was. He leaned forward, placing his chest against your back; his arms wrapped around your body, keeping a tight grip.

“Almost there, baby, cmon,” he grunts, feeling the warmth of your gummy pink walls. He pulled you up, your head lolled back onto his shoulder as he pushed his final inches up into you.

You both let out a gasp, and remained quiet for a moment. Eren allowing you to get the feeling of his cock nestled in your cunt. Momentarily, you peered at him; half lidded eyes filled with lust, your mouth parted slightly with drool resting on the bottom lip. “Go,” you whispered softly, his entire demeanor flipped.

He roughly pushed your upper body back against the bed and began to roughly thrust into your cunt, it came so suddenly, you didn’t have any time to react. You could only moan and blabber.

“Fuck I missed this pussy,” he moaned out as he held a tight grip around your waist, it’ll probably bruise by how strong his grip was.

One hand peeled away from your hip and found itself tangled in your hair, he tugged your head back away from the bed. He sent love bites going along your neck and stopping at your shoulder blades.

His breath heavy and hitched from every thrust, “Who’s been in this pussy?” He questioned going faster as he felt jealously rise in his blood, he didn’t know why; you never gave him any answer to make him feel jealous.

And that didn’t bode with him. He went harder, pulling his hips back slow and thrusting harder, he knocked the wind out of you, and he continued to asked the same question, this time his voice laced with jealously. “Answer me.” He snarled, you weakly opened your eyes, you stared at him upside down.

You attempt to shake your head, but due to the right restriction Eren had you swallowed dryly. “N-no.” You stammered, you see his expression soften but his thrust stay the same pace.

He drops your hair from his hand, “good.” He continued to chase that sensation, his stomach caved as your thighs shook violently on either side of him. “Baby, I’m about to cum,” he moaned out his head lolling back from pleasure, you gripped onto the end of the bed and screamed into the sheets.

Eren glanced down after hearing your muttered shouts, he grips the back of your neck and raised you up. “Don’t hid those pretty moans from daddy,” you do as he tells and granted him your beautiful moans.

Spit begins to trickle down your mouth and onto the sheets, “I’m gonna cum,” You yelped he goes faster and creates this low guttural sound, and it made your stomach cave. “Cum on daddy’s dick, cmon.” He encouraged sending strikes to your ass.

You do as he told and marked his dick with your juices, your back arched dangerously with your moans escaping loudly out your mouth.

Eren stilled his hips and painted your insides white, guttural groans emitting from his mouth. “Fuck,” he breathed out as he fell down with you.

You felt his dick still throbbing against your walls, you let out a soft sigh. You felt entirely weak, you couldn’t move. He pulled out with a moan emitting from both.

He plopped beside you, heaving.

You sat quietly in his presence, you hadn’t faced him yet. Until you felt the bed become emptier. You picked your head up, and caught Eren slipping into your bathroom. Second later you heard the water running, then it stopped.

Eren walks out holding a white rag, and pants. You started confused as to where he acquired pants, he grins to your confusion. “I told you,” he says as he pulls you towards him, “I got clothes here.” He smiles softly, while cleaning you up.

[rafesbimbo]

Gimmie Sum' Sugar

Warnings: 18+, 1.5k words, porn with slight plot, oral (f), overstimulation, degradation, praise, eren is a munch, dirty talk

a/n: this is for the ladies!!! eren in his natural habitat || likes nd reblogs r appreciated!!

The dorm room smelled like Eren—clean laundry, cedarwood cologne, and something masculine and warm you could never quite name. It wasn’t much: twin beds pushed together, string lights draped sloppily across the ceiling, a desk cluttered with textbooks and protein bars. But it was your space. Or at least it had been, every time he pulled you in by the wrist and told you to stay the night.

Tonight, it was late.

And you were waiting.

You sat on his bed, bare legs tucked under an oversized hoodie that hung off one shoulder. One of his. It still smelled like him too.

He’d texted you an hour ago: “Almost done. Keep the bed warm for me.”

You bit your lip and glanced at your phone again.

The door creaked open.

Eren walked in, dark hair tied back messily, gray hoodie half-zipped, exposing the sculpted ridges of his chest. His green eyes lit up when he saw you curled up on the bed, and that grin—the slow, hungry one—spread across his face.

“Hey, baby,” he said, voice a little rough, dropping his backpack by the door.

You stretched, letting the hem of your hoodie ride up your thighs just enough to tease. “Took you long enough.”

He was on you in two strides.

Warm hands slid up your thighs, and then his mouth was on yours—soft at first, lips tasting like cinnamon gum and something deeper. He kissed you like he missed you, like he’d been thinking about this all day.

And you knew he had.

“I was losing my mind in class,” he murmured against your lips. “Kept thinking about how sweet you sounded last night… the way you begged.”

You flushed hot, thighs pressing together instinctively. His hands didn’t miss the movement.

“Missed me?” you asked, voice small and teasing.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, one hand gripping your jaw gently.

“Always.” A pause. “You been good for me while I was gone?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

His praise hit like a jolt to your stomach. You melted, already sinking into that space where only Eren’s voice and hands existed. He tugged the hoodie up and off, baring your chest to the cool air, eyes raking over you like he was memorizing every inch.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he breathed. “Mine.”

He kissed down your neck, slow and reverent, his hands roaming your body like he had all the time in the world. And for a while, he was soft—stroking, whispering against your skin, telling you how much he missed you, how good you were.

But it didn’t stay gentle for long.

“Lay back,” he murmured, voice going low. “Hands above your head.”

You obeyed instantly, heart hammering as he reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out the soft red restraints you knew so well. He kissed your wrists as he tied them, securing you to the bedframe.

“I want you to feel everything tonight,” he said, climbing between your legs. “No squirming. No hiding.”

His fingers trailed down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your panties. “Already wet for me?”

You whimpered, nodding.

He tugged them down with agonizing slowness, eyes fixed on you. “You always get like this when I talk to you, huh? Just a few words and you’re dripping.”

He settled between your thighs, breath hot against your core.

Then he licked you.

Eren’s tongue was slow at first, lazy and warm, dragging a long stripe up your folds like he was just getting a taste. Your thighs trembled as he dipped his tongue inside you, groaning at how wet you already were.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured against your pussy. “You’re already soaking. You really did miss me.”

You nodded, hands flexing against the restraints.

“Use your words,” he said, licking up to your clit and circling it with maddening patience.

“I missed you,” you whispered. “I missed your mouth, your hands… everything.”

He smiled, breath warm. “Yeah? You gonna be my good girl tonight?”

“Mhm..”

That earned you a deep groan and a sudden flick of his tongue right over your clit. You cried out, hips bucking, but his hands pressed down firmly on your thighs, pinning you in place.

“No moving,” he growled. “If you want to come tonight, you’re going to take everything I give you. Understand?”

You whimpered, nodding.

“Use your words.”

“Please..”

And just like that, his mouth was back on you, this time relentless.

He devoured you—messy, open-mouthed, hungry. His tongue worked in perfect rhythm, lapping at your clit while one thick finger slid inside you, curling just right. You moaned, hips twitching despite yourself, your wrists straining against the restraints as you felt your orgasm rushing up too fast.

“I can feel you clenching already,” he whispered against you. “You gonna come for me that quick, sweetheart? That needy?”

You nodded frantically, eyes rolling back.

“Then come,” he said, lips sealing over your clit.

You broke.

Back arched, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as your body shuddered under him. The orgasm hit like a wave, hot and blinding, and Eren didn’t stop—his mouth kept working you through it, licking you as your thighs trembled and your moans turned into soft little gasps.

But then—

He didn’t stop.

“E-Eren—too much—”

“No such thing,” he growled. “You can give me more. I know you can.”

He added a second finger, thrusting slow and deep, tongue circling your swollen clit with practiced ease. You were still twitching from the first orgasm, overstimulated and raw, but it only made the next one hit harder.

You cried out again, body arching off the bed as you came a second time, your voice cracking into a sob. Eren moaned against you, savoring every second of it.

“Look at you,” he said, pulling back for just a moment to watch your wrecked expression. “So pretty when you fall apart. So perfect for me.”

Your thighs were slick, your body trembling, and still—still—he didn’t stop.

He slipped his fingers out and replaced them with the smooth, cool bulb of a small vibe. You gasped at the sudden sensation, too sensitive to bear it.

“Eren—Eren please—”

“You can take it,” he murmured, kissing your inner thigh. “You’re my good girl, remember? You love this. You love making me proud.”

And fuck—you did.

Even through the tears forming in your eyes, the overstimulation, the twitch of your thighs—you wanted to make him proud.

So you nodded.

“Attagirl.”

The vibrator buzzed to life against your clit, and Eren just watched—stroking your stomach, whispering praise into your skin as your body writhed, helpless and bound.

“Good girl. So strong. So fucking sweet.”

Your body trembled violently under the buzz of the toy, breath hitching in stuttered gasps. Eren leaned over you, one hand resting low on your stomach to feel the way your muscles clenched with every pulse.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “You’re amazing like this. Letting go for me… letting me ruin you.”

You moaned through gritted teeth, the pleasure now toeing the edge of pain—your clit too sensitive, your thighs trembling uncontrollably. Tears beaded at the corners of your eyes.

But his voice kept you grounded.

“So pretty when you cry,” he whispered, brushing one away with his thumb. “Doesn’t mean you want me to stop though, does it?”

“N-No,” you choked out. “Please… don’t stop—need it—need you—”

That wrecked little sound you made did something to him. He kissed your forehead, then your temple, then dragged the vibrator lower just for a second to give your clit a break—before replacing it with his tongue again.

Hot. Wet. Relentless.

And then—he moaned against you.

That sound vibrated through your whole body. You came again.

Third time.

This one ripped through you. No warning. No build. Just white heat and mindless sobbing. Your back arched hard, a scream caught in your throat as your vision blurred, tears slipping free as your body convulsed under the unrelenting pleasure.

Eren didn’t stop.

His mouth stayed buried between your thighs, licking you through it until you were barely twitching, barely breathing, boneless and trembling.

And then—finally—he pulled back.

He kissed his way up your body, leaving a hot trail of praise against your skin.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured. “So strong. So perfect for me. That’s it, sweetheart. I got you.”

You were sobbing softly now—not from pain, but from the release. The sheer intensity. He gently undid your wrists, kissing each one like an apology, then gathered you into his arms.

Wrapped in a blanket, against his warm chest, you felt safe. Weightless.

He held you there, stroking your hair as your breathing slowed.

“You did so good for me,” he whispered again. “Took everything like my good girl.”

You nuzzled into him, voice small.

“I like when you wreck me.”

He chuckled, low and fond, lips brushing your temple.

“I know, baby. That’s why I’m gonna keep doing it. Over and over. Until all you can say is my name.”

You sighed, dazed and warm in his arms.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too,” he murmured back, kissing your forehead. “And this perfect little pussy? It’s mine.”

[vantetaes]

CHRISTMAS WISHING🫧🥂

OLD FLINGS! EREN X BLACK FEM READER

SUMMARY!! yn is back home for christmas and runs into an old fling.

WARNINGS!! family drama, cursing, pet names (ie; mama, ma, baby, princess), marijuana usage, alcohol mentions, hetero

you were never the biggest fan of coming back home on all of your mandated college breaks. from the packing, to moving all your boxes through the middle of winter, and even being in a car too long with your parents. you’d much rather stay in your off-campus apartment, drinking spiked hot chocolate with a joint tucked perfectly between your fingers. enjoying the feeling of the cool circulating air through your partially opened window, while the rest of your body is engulfed in a warm fleece throw blanket.

this year?

you’re sat at the dinner table, your family’s dinner table, picking at the mush of corn your grandmother helped make. small conversations filled the space, canceling out any private thoughts from the buzz. your mom and grandparents chatting about this past sundays church service and how mrs. mary anne was caught taking from the donations box in the office. apparently everyone already figured it was her and her husband mr. puckett. why were they still allowed?

your sister and brother were bickering, picking food off each others plate while the other whined. both in their twenties. and your dad held your youngest sibling, feeding the child small portions of mashed potato. your uncle mike sat on the far end with his wife, sarah, already drunk.

“♡︎, what’s on your mind over there, sweetheart?” your dad pipes up a little, wiping off the toddlers hands and face with his napkin.

“nothing, just miss school i guess.” your grandfather lets out a hardy chest laugh, some bits of food flying from his mouth. mike and sarah follow suit and release a string of cackles that would send chills up any normal person spine. nose scrunching up a little in disgust, you quirk your head to the side.

“what’s? funn-“ you begin to ask, placing your utensil down. your grandmother reaches over the food to place her hand on top of yours.

“well, now that you’re back for awhile, we can start doing church together! oh and you can help with the babies during bible study! im sure you wouldn’t mind, would you?” her eager eyes lit up as if she’d already planned your entire month stay. you gently replace your hand to be on top hers, giving her a small confused smile.

“i know ill be here for a month grandma, but i have plans already. did mom not say anything?” taking a look at the other woman who had her face buried in her wine glass. the older lady frowns a little before taking her hand back across the mahogany table. your dad pursed his lips, bouncing the baby on his leg.

“well. if you’re going to spend this entire trip hungover and high you should’ve stayed where you were at, honey.” your grandfather takes his wife’s shoulder before whispering something very quiet while you stare at the two. shock and confusion laced everyone face except the end of the table.

“im sorry. im just gonna clean this up.” she starts before your uncle cuts her off.

“no. you’re right, why are we just acting like this shit cool? she don’t come down here to see nobody for three years and now her ass too good to come to church with us?”

“mike that’s enough!” your mom stands from her seat, your dad cautiously puts his hand on the small of her back to prevent any tumbles. you bite down on your bottom lip, giving one last dry laugh before sliding yourself from under the table. without saying anything, you grab your purse and car keys, heading for the door.

the commotion behind you was a mix of your mom and her brother arguing, your dad and sarah trying to calm their crying baby, your grandparents praying, and utter confusion from your siblings. questioning why everyone was being rude to you.

you slip out the front door without much notice.

outside, snowflakes swirled like powdered sugar. you didn’t have a destination in mind, just the desire to breathe and escape.

the harsh winter air whips at your skin, drying out your lipgloss immediately and coursing chills through your thin cardigan.

“fuck this shit.” quickly sprinting through the walkway, avoiding the small surfaces of ice forming, you hop inside your white bmw with a baby pink interior. the low led lights illuminate the ground and twinkling stars bedazzled the roof.

the car that you bought yourself.

the engine starts and the heat comes rushing out. coating your skin in warmth. reversing out of the driveway, the tension of the house already being released.

driving through your old hometown felt strange—nostalgic but distant, like a song you used to love but hadn’t heard in years. the houses were decorated with twinkling lights, and the streets were quiet except for the occasional passing car.

the weather turned worse as you drove. the wind picked up, blowing snow into drifts across your windshield and the road. you gripped the wheel tighter, heart racing when the car skidded slightly on a patch of ice. the anxiety in your hands causing extreme sweat. you decided to pull over and figure out your next move.

you parked near a café in town, a place you used to frequent as a teenager. turning your car off and grabbing a jacket from the backseat. you were honestly shocked that it was still open, surprisingly. with this towns track record, apparently nothing sells besides alcohol and football, evident by the countless sports bars.

the warm glow of its lights inviting you in. you wrapped your coat tighter around yourself and stepped inside, shaking off the chill and fallen snow.

the bell above the door jingled slightly, and you were greeted by the scent of coffee and cinnamon. you barely had time to glance at the drinks and food items when your eyes landed on someone familiar sitting at the counter.

eren yaeger.

breath caught in your throat. he was leaning over a cup of fresh coffee, eyes focused on his phone screen, his dark hair falling into his face from the messy bun. he looked up when he heard the bell, and his green eyes locked onto yours.

“♡︎?” his voice was soft, almost disbelieving.

“eren,” you managed, pulse quickening. you hadn’t seen him in years, but he looked just like you remembered—maybe even better?

his soft pink lips, now red from the hot coffee. the acne that once dominated his cheeks, now gone. it looked like he did lash treatments too. he definitely looked better.

he stood and gestured toward the seat next to him.

“what are you doing out in this weather?” he asks a little concerned, wiping the wet spots off your shoulder, quickly retreating his hand.

“im sorry i didn’t mean to touch-“

“no no it’s fine.” you look over at the man, smiling.

“family dinner got… intense,” you admitted with a nervous laugh, leg starting to jump a little .

“what ‘bout you?”

“visiting my mom. thought i’d escape for a bit myself. whole fucking family’s a headache actually.” he takes another swig of his piping hot drink.

the two of you fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about old times. you felt your shoulders relax for the first time that evening.

“i always wondered what you were up to,” he said after a pause, his voice softer now, after just laughing until tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and the other two people in the space gave dirty looks.

“you just kind of… disappeared after high school.”

“life happened. went to school, got a job, haven’t really been able to call anyone honestly.” you replied, smiling faintly.

“yknow, i always wondered about you too.”

the conversation took on a deeper tone as the minutes ticked by. the snowstorm outside raged on, but either of you barely noticed. you couldn’t believe how easy it felt to talk to him, how natural it was to slip back into something that felt… familiar.

by the time the café’s owner announced they were closing early due to the weather, eren glanced out at the storm and turned back to you.

“doesn’t look like it’s letting up anytime soon,” he said, lips pursed. “do you feel like taking a little detour? there’s a place i always used to go when i needed to clear my head. i think you’d like it. was gonna go after here anyways.”

you hesitated for a moment, eyes searching his face. there was something in his expression—an earnestness, a quiet hope—that made you nod.

“sure. why not?”

the two of you left the café together, the snow crunching beneath your feet as you made your way to his car. the drive was slow and careful, the storm painting the world in shades of white and gray. the only color coming from the flashing build boards about megachurches and the stop lights. you chatted as he navigated the back roads carefully.

“remember when connie’s ass got so fucking high and crashed his car in this ditch?” he points out a spot on the side of the road that now had a pole with reflective material wrapped around. you laugh, nodding and refocusing on the swirling snow swiping at the windshield.

“yeah, i swear to god everybody was a fucking mess in high school. couldn’t keep up.” you laugh.

“okay number 8.” he laughs, making a slight turn, going closer to the top of the mountain. you wore the same number every sport, every year.

“woooow! how the fuck did you remember that?” he shrugs his shoulders, finger pressed against his lips.

eventually, you pulled up to a small hill overlooking the town. eren parked, reaching for something in his glove box. you politely move your knees as he pulls out two preroll containers and a diamond encrusted lighter. he hands you one of the packed cones, before opening his door. he quickly makes his way around to your car door,opening it slowly. you step out, immediately shivering, the snow falling gently around you now. the view was breathtaking—the town below was lit up with christmas lights, and the storm was starting to let up, everything sparkling under the soft glow.

“this is beautiful.” you whispered, breath visible in the cold air.

“i used to come here all the time,” eren said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “it always felt like… everything made sense up here.”

“honestly im just jealous i didnt know about it first.”

you stood in silence for a moment, the quiet wrapping around like a blanket. then eren turned to you, a faint smile on his face.

“come here.” he places his joint in between his lips. you trudge through the slick matter, eyes never leaving erens. he uses his hand to block the wind from canoeing the joint. the flame illuminates his face in a warm light, the air gets caught in your throat as you watch the excessive smoke escape his mouth. without saying anything, he reaches around your hips, snaking his arm around you, pulling you closer.

“put it up.” without questioning, you put the joint in between your lips, the reapplied lipgloss helping hold it against your mouth. your eyes never leaving his deep green ones.

leaning forward, the tips of the two joints touch. yours igniting into a small flame while you puffed. he pulls away, removing his hand from you. saddened by the lack of touch, you bat your lashes up at him. he immediately takes notice how your eyes shimmered in the moons light, watching as the snowflakes make home on top of your freshly installed curls. he regains his mind and pulls you in again, this time tighter.

“you cold, mama?” nodding against him, you puff until your joint becomes to hot to hit. eren followed suit, taking both the numbs to stick them in the snow.

“they’re biodegradable.” he laughs once he notices you staring at him confused. checking his watch, his lips tight-lines.

“it’s almost midnight.” he says, eyes scanning yours to see the reaction you would give.

“i really don’t trust you to drive on these roads. no offense but i heard you moved to florida and ion think i trust you to drive back home.”

your eyes widen a little before scoffing jokingly. slightly shoving his shoulder, you cross your arms.

“first of all, i didn’t move to fucking florida. and okay what do you suggest?”

“my place isn’t far from here. you could stay. plus, my mom misses you so this’ll make her night.”

-

which would explain why you were now in a pair of erens sweatpants while rolling fresh cookie dough in between the plams of your hands. erens mom giggled as she realized the scoop she got didn’t have any chocolate chips.

“ha! look at this!” she laughs, holding up the dough to show you. you laugh with the brown haired woman, helping her remix the bowl while eren sat at the island, smiling at the two of you. a beer sat in his hand.

she cracks another egg into the mix, eyes on you as you use your hand to stir.

“see, ren she’s the perfect sous chef! why can’t you be more like this.” his mom bickered, going to wash her hands. after mixing, you walk to the sink, washing all the residue off.

“hey! i do what i need to do!” he battles back, taking a swig from the bottle.

“yeah like eating all the chocolate before it makes it in.” you dry your hands off with a paper towel laughing at the two.

“sounds about right. i remember in elementary he used to pick the pepperoni off his pizza AND im the sauce.” his mom gasps, pointing at her son.

“that’s why you always came home in a different shirt?!” she jokingly picks up a spatula, aiming it at him.

“honey i told you that when he’d come home smelling like spaghetti every other day!” you could hear erens dad pipe up from the couch.

"so, honey where you been this whole time? i swore it felt like that boy right there talked about you every day!" you glance at erens who's completely red in the face now, death staring his mom.

"mom! stop no i didn't!" his face grew tomato red.

"oh yes you did! every phone call back home." she chuckles

"awe you missed me soooo much!" you mocked, joining in on laughing with both his parents.

eren stands from his bar stool, eyes never leaving yours.

frowning at first, you didn’t understand what he was doing until you were rushed and thrown over his shoulder.

“she was my company first!” he exclaimed, running away as you slapped him on the back, hair dangling above your head.

“eren! put me down!” he rushes you through the house, bolting straight for his room.

he kicked open his bedroom door, a space that still had traces of his teenage years—old posters, shelves filled with books and knick-knacks, and a bed that looked as inviting as it did out of place for someone you hadn’t seen in years.

he gently set you down on the bed, his grin widening as you tried to catch your breath, cheeks flushed and hair slightly disheveled.

“eren jaeger,” you say, trying to sound serious but failing miserably, “this how you welcome me back?”

“what? don’t act you don’t like it.” he replied, leaning against the doorframe, his expression softening. “i’ve waited forever to have you here.”

you froze, heart skipping a beat at the way his gaze lingered on you, sincere and warm.

for a moment, the weather outside and the chaos of the day felt a million in the past. all that mattered was the way he looked at you—like the past and present had collided in a way neither of you had expected.

“you’re unbelievable.” you finally said, voice quieter now, your smile softer.

eren shrugged, his grin turning lopsided.

“maybe. but you’re not running away this time, are you?” he came into the room fully, closing the door behind him with a swift lock of the door. coming towards you with long strides. his much taller frame shadowing your body.

“no,” you admitted, your pulse racing. “i don’t think i am.” he’s standing over you, eyes piercing yours.

and just like that, the distance between you seemed to disappear entirely.

his warm lips press against yours, soft yet you could feel the hunger laced in his touch.

he hummed into the kiss, softly pushing you backwards into the black duvet. lips still connected, he began to untie the sweats.

“can i take you?”

-

"shit ma. yeah that's right take this dick baby"

"fuck- ‘ren!”

you lost track of how long you've been beneath him. and how many times you came. he doesn't fail to bring you back to, by snaking his strong hand around your waist, pulling you further up on his length.

"keep your eyes on me baby." he huffs out a shaky breath drawing your attention back on him and those deep lustful dark green eyes.

which brings you back to another blissful orgasm.

"eren!" you yelp out in pleasure "cant no more, please, please " hearing and seeing your fucked out under him state brings him over the edge more. core burning as his hips glide in and out of your swollen pussy. slick running down your ass as he tosses your legs over his shoulder.

"you tryna tap out already ma?" he groaned before pulling out only to slam back in before you could even form a sentence. he mocked your o-shaped mouth, laughing a little before taking his bottom lip between his teeth. the tip of his cock gently kisses your cervix, slow needy strokes sending you over the edge.

"shit shit, ohh my god fuck"

"im not done with you though baby, we gotta lot of catching up to do. you and i both know that." he laughed pulling your body closer to him. your faces were now so close. lips so far yet so damn close from one another.

shit, you couldn't think straight mind too hazy from everything.

"one more princess. gimme one more. you can do it, i know you can." he moaned.

"please, i need it." breath getting shaky and sharp god how could you resist? your warm pussy was sucking him in and it felt so damn good. he grabbed onto your hips harshly before flipping you on top of him.

now you were upright sitting pretty on top of eren. your beautiful soft brown skin glistening perfect in the moonlight and his red led lights. puffy perked up tits all swollen from being sucked and bit, even your pussy was all puffed up and swollen from getting brutally fucked.

"go ahead baby. take it." was all he said. your fresh set sat on his chest, mouth slightly agape, eyes flowing with tears, tits bouncing in a smooth repeated rhythm. he couldn’t think. the aura his lights gave you and the moon peeking through his large windows, you were beautiful. you clawed at his chest as you felt yourself coming closer to your own release.

"fuck, im so close, please don’t stop!" you moaned out lovingly. air full of breath as you felt the coil in your stomach turning.

"shit, me too baby. cum all over this dick baby, make a fucking mess." hearing him speak to you like that- you felt the warmth build until it became unbearable.

"fuck! fuck!" you both let out slutty moans in unison tension growing hotter by the second! your core finally gives out as you orgasm all over the man below you. judging by both your reactions, neither of you knew you were a squirter.

“oh, good fucking girl.” he fucked up into you, making sure you felt satisfied. he quickly lifts you off his member as thick white ropes cover both of you.

“let’s go take a shower.” he suggests, still under you, lips pressing to you exposed skin.

"i really missed you ren.." you muttered lowly before collapsing onto his hard chest while slowly drifting off.

“i missed you too princess.”

{not proofread}

© vantetaes. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarize any of my works. ageless/blank blogs dni.

[blond3ang3l]

Eren is a geek lover. He absolutely is enamored with you. Watching your lips with every word you spoke. The way you got excited telling him about every single new detail of the things you got interested in. Eren worked hard as a famous rnb singer, long days in the studio trying to perfect his songs. Then having to perform when he literally had the WORST anxiety known to man. It always felt like someone needed him and was on his ass about something.

But he did it all for you. For moment like this were he could come home and listen to you tell him. About the things you’ve watched in your huge list of video essays that you had in a playlist on YouTube. How you lit up telling him different facts from how the dating game killer had a coworker that also happened to be a serial killer and he didn’t know to the conspiracy theory of the 27 club, no matter what you said it always made you so happy and seeing you all giddy and stimming while you talked to him made him so content with his life.

…and his dick very hard

“I know cotards syndrome, Koro, Diogenes, fregoli, hypochondria, pica, capgras, boanthropy, apotenmophilia, kulver bulcy, ekbom, erotomania, Stendhal. Pics is like one of the more well known. You know that show my strange addiction that we watch together? Yeah so like those people who eat the random shit like the lady who ate rocks- omg that reminds me!”

Erens ass was not listening one bit. He was watching you, watching your body. You guys had been apart for a little over a month so could do a very short tour in another country and he was sick as fuck that he couldn’t bring you. Everyone knew it too. His attitude fucking sucked that trip. He was antsy, his anxiety was through the roof, he snapped at everyone, overall he fucking hated it. But now, sitting here with you he finally felt at peace.

You were sitting on his lap, yapping his ear off. His eyes couldn’t help but wander to your legs which lead him to notice you were wearing his boxers. The way your thick thighs filled them out compared to his own, he couldn’t resist grabbing them. Grabbing them led to groping them, which lead to him sneaking his hands under the boxers you wore that just so happened to be his. This caught you off guard and stopped your sudden rant with a small gasp. He chuckled and slipped two fingers in his mouth covering them in his saliva before slipping them back under the underwear.

“Cmon baby, keeping telling me about the little videos.”

He had to have been joking. No way was he just gonna pretend he wasn’t teasing you. Like his finger wasn’t circling around your aching hole.

“Go on I’m waiting baby. Keeping telling me bout what you learned.”

As much as you wanted to roll your eyes you knew it would get you no where. This wasn’t a new thing, eren was always so needy. It was always worse after a tour. Even if it had only been a relatively short one.

“Okay well like I was saying, erotomania is something that a lot of celebrity stalkers have. Especially kpop ones. It’s when someone genuinely believes they’re in a relationship with a celebrity. Remember that girl that literally would follow you to the airport? That crazy bitch probably had it.”

Eren couldn’t help but bite his lip as he listened to you go on. God you looked so fucking good. Your hair looked so good. He was so glad he got you your own personal stylist so you never had to worry about needing to go to a shop or someone else’s house. You smelled so good too. That vanilla body oil you used was just fucking irresistible. He didn’t know whether he liked that one or the strawberry poundcake one more. Either way it only made him want you more.

He slowly slid a finger inside you, watching your face contort as you tried to keep your composure. A deep chuckle erupted from his throat. He missed seeing your face. Facetime wasn’t enough. Having to sneak off to the bathroom to jerk off to pictures and homemade pornos wasn’t enough for him. He needed to see you. To feel you. He slid his free hand up your shirt, groping your chest as he thrusted finger in out and of you.

“R-ren, fuck. Cmon baby, how am i supposed to talk while you’re doing this.”

Your whines only made eren smile as he thrusted a second finger inside you. He watched you as you threw your head back while crying out. He was enjoying every second of teasing you. You were so impatient and he knew it. That’s why he catered to every need you had. You hated having to wait and tended to be bratty when you did. So he made everything about you. Whatever you wanted you had. But this time he needed to be selfish. He wanted to watch you come undone first. And that’s exactly what we’re doing.

Your tight grip on his shoulders told him everything. Your nails were digging deep into his skin as you pushed back against his fingers. You didn’t want to admit it but you missed Ren so much. Your fingers and toys didn’t compare to what he could do. How he could prolong your orgasm by teasing you. He could feel you leaking all over his thigh, his boxers now all sticky along with his thigh. He slowly slid his fingers out of you causing you whine.

He didn’t feel bad at all. It was about him this time. He gripped your hips dragging you along his thigh, making it even more of a mess. You hid your face out of embarrassment. It was too much at how he could make you a whiny mess. No other man could do this to you but him.

You couldn’t help the small noises that fell past your lips as you grinded against his thigh. Eren shivered feeling your warm breath against the side of his neck. The way you tugged at his hair he knew you were close. He could read your body like a damn book.

“Cmon baby, almost there. Let me see you.”

“F-fuck ren, I cant.”

Eren wasn’t having that at all. You couldn’t what? You were gonna disobey him? No chance in hell. He gripped your jaw forcing you to look at him

“You telling me no baby? I could have sworn I said I wanted to see your face. I’ve been gone for a long time and you think your whining is gonna stop me?”

You loved moment like this when Eren suddenly got serious. He was…well he was very off Standish which came off to mean as others. But he babied you. The moment you told him no thought after he told you to do something? It was like a switch flipped in him. His tight grip on your face was only turning you on more which made you rut against his leg faster.

“You’re gonna be good aren’t you baby? Gonna cum for me like a good little whore?”

You eagerly nodded as you bit your lip. You could only cry out his name as you came all over his thigh, making a mess in his boxers. Eren kept his grip on your face to make sure you maintained eye contact the entire time. A smirk creeping on his face as you came.

“There you go baby, let’s go get you cleaned up..”

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@merakidoll Eren fic just like I promised🫶🏽

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Based of a conversation with my boyfriend where I literally was going on about mental illness during my rant about the many video essays I watch

[miffy-00]

i literally cannot stop thinking about jean being the epitome of getting no play despite being so fine

like his friend literally clown on him so hard for like being one of the finest guys in their fg but once he starts opening his mouth he repels girls 😭😭 i picture eren and connie being the meanest.

“tbh he’s wasted genetics” “what are you good for bro..” eren is his biggest hater hes like “talking about girls won’t get you a girl man you need to talk to them” and “i can try help you but it would just be a waste of my time” and ITS MESSING HIM UPPP LMAOO WHY AM I BEING SO MEAN TO MY BBY. okay anyways yeah he just gets even more in his head about talking to girls

i don’t even think jean is THAT bad when talking to girls like he’s not rude or gross but more so just SOOOO awkward. like he’s confident bc he knows he is fine but he is also soooo unsure of who he REALLY is and it shows iwl. like he just covers everything he says with sarcasm as a way to avoid being deep and personal. bc jean is so emotional and can really see eachothers emotions and feelings but i think it’s hard for him to be open. it really comes out when he’s talking with girls though he’s like yes i’m so ready to talk to her but he just misses the mark. every. single. time.

“you’re cute, but i know that so it doesn’t even matter”

and bless him bc he’s so happy with himself. but it makes no sense. you’re so puzzled and he’s just looking at your adorable face but then he’s repeating it under his breath bc you look so confused.

“you’re..cute..but..i..know….i..know..?” then the light bulb comes and “oh shit, i meant that you’re cute but you know that so there’s um..no point in me talking to you” and he’s so embarrassed bc it’s equally as shit the og way. but he’s rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact.

but yk you’re patient you wait it out. you giggle and he’s just becoming more attracted to you bc why wouldn’t he be ! and you lean in to him making him more comfortable and say “it’s nice to be complimented. thank you” and he’s just so happy like he would never admit it but he loves when a girl takes the lead ! your head is slightly tilted you’re looking up at him through your lashes your glossy lips are curving into a smile like he can feel your body and energy next to him and it’s driving him cray cray !

“youre jean right?” you smile “it’s crazy you really do live up to the rumours” you start to giggle again. jean is giggling too just because you are and is ignoring what you just said. until he clocks it and he’s like oh fuck

“my rumours…i have rumours…what..rumours?” rubbing his neck again is clearly a habit for him when he’s nervous. internally, jean is worrying so bad like rumours RUMOURS ?!?! i think jean knows his reputation is a bit um yk divided let’s say ! but he’s genuinely feeling something with you so whatever bad flirting story it is he is literally praying that you still like him.

“that you can’t flirt. for shit. if a gun was pointed at your head you’d break down and tell your family you’ll miss them bc yk you’re going to die“ and jean is relieved there was too many stories that could be used against him but a simple “you can’t flirt” he could live with that.

“oh..yeah..it’s true ! i’m fine but the f in fine doesn’t stand for flirting with girls” he joked, desperately wanting for your approval “who told you you’re fine ? hmm? maybe i just can’t see it ?” you tease but he starts scrambling “i was just um joking mb mb” throwing his hand up and rubbing his neck AGAIN you have him sick lol. “ i was just playin with you jean.. you’re fine…but yk that though so we don’t need to talk”

he shakes his head and starts laughing. you two are a giggly mess. you’re matching his energy PERFECTLY and he’s so down with it “if we can’t talk right now.. can i get your number..” he’s PRAYING on this on you because seriously you match his energy so well and there’s just something so magnetic about you and he just wants more. like he can’t even look at you he is down BAD he’s never waited so anxiously for something in his life

“pass your phone…” he’s fumbling around in all his pockets his hands are sweaty and he’s like juggling his phone just to not drop it. he hands he phone and even if it’s just for a second his hand touch’s yours and you guys are smiling like idiots at eachother. his heart is pounding he’s so nervous around you. “anddd..done…bye bye jean” you chastely kiss his cheek and walk away with a grin plastered all over your face. and as you walk away eren and connie walk in.

“you good man?” and he’s just in shock jaw is wide open hand covering his mouth and he is gripping his phone. he’s just staring at his phone thinking maybe i can flirt… he’s full on reflecting on himself and thinking what the fuck i did it i really did it.. and eren and connie are just shaking him and slapping his face to like break him out of his comatose state LMAOO

but when he starts speaking again and reveals what happened theyre like “I KNEW YOU COULD DO THAT SHIT! lowkey we’ve been sleeping on you man !” and “about fucking time man well done” and the hug that men do follows and there’s even more hyping up after they find out it’s you that he pulled “NAH I DONT BELIEVE IT I DONT BELIEVE IT” connie legit starts jumping up and down he’s hyped and eren he’s like a dad or something patting him on the back and saying “good job” 😭

that was the day jean flirting worked successfully

a/n: gulp this is so scary !! first post..but tell me what you think i’m open to literally any feedback and i hope you enjoyy

[nininikki]

𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎 𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂

⨾༊󠀺 summary: a beautiful socialite and a starving artist come to terms with what their love really means.

⨾༊󠀺 warnings: angst (sorry), class differences, arguing/yelling, reader is a spoiled brat and eren loves her anyway (lmk if i missed anything!)

⨾༊󠀺 author’s note: just a little something i wrote 🙈 nikki write something happy challenge GO

⨾༊󠀺 word count: 2.5k

8:17 PM

“this is the last time i’ll tell ya, (y/n),” the penetrating force of your father’s voice coupled with the strangled squeak of chair legs against the hardwood floor made your spine tense. as though someone had reached into your back and pulled it taut. “i don’t want ya seein’ that boy.”

was your head about to explode? could that be the reason for the ringing that filled your ears? the sudden heaviness of your tongue? as he rose from his seat, you couldn’t help but notice how utterly cloaked you were under the shadow of his stature. “why, daddy?” you hardly registered the force with which you pushed your own chair away from his desk as you stood. “‘cause he’s poor? ‘cause he’s not goin’ to yale? ‘cause he doesn’t have a membership at the club? ‘cause he actually wants to somethin’ worthwhile with his life?”

“tch, worthwhile.” he scoffed as he breached the exit of his study. “the boy wants to do art. he draws pictures, for crying out loud!”

“you’ve seen his paintings, daddy. they’re beautiful.” you staunchly defended, hot on his heels through the hallway and nearing the stairs. “and his name is eren.” the single, thin string of gold around your neck seemed to grow warmer and heavier with the mention of his name. 

“i don’t care if his name was picasso,” your father spat, “you’re not seein’ him again, and that’s that!” 

tears welled in your eyes, but refused to fall. a sob lodged uncomfortably within your throat. “but, daddy, i love him.”

for the first time since the topic arose, your father’s eyes met yours. halfway down the stairs, with the vein in his temple pulsing incorrigibly, he turned to look at you. “you don’t know what love is.”

an incredulous scoff escaped your mouth, and that is when the tears began to trail down your cheeks. not from despair, or heartbreak, but anger. “and you do?” you retorted, gingerly making your way closer to him. “you haven’t loved anyone since mom.”

“i have loved you,” he jabbed his finger in the direction of your face, stopping less than an inch away from the bridge of your nose. “and that has been enough.” his scotch scented breath fanned over your face in the most infuriating, condescending way imaginable. “since your mother died, i have given my life to loving you. protecting you!” you had never heard him sound so eerily vulnerable in your entire life. “and this is the thanks i get? you running off into the sun with dr. seuss?”

you took a step backward up the staircase, your chest heaving rapidly and face surely streaked with sloppy lines of mascara. “how could you say that, daddy? he makes me so happy. how could you say that?”

“well, the things that make us happy hardly ever benefit us, do they, honey?” you caught him chuckling beneath his breath, as if the idea of you having your own opinion was something so funny. “you don’t see it now, but one day you’ll thank me for this.”

then, he circled around you like a vulture, loosening his tie as he ascended the stairs and ventured in the direction of his room. “you’re not seein’ ‘im again. that’s final.”

in the last bit of protest left in your lungs, you shouted, “you can’t make me!”

his hoof-like footsteps came to a halt, but he hadn’t even turned to look at you. “if you love this boy more than your trust fund, i guess i can’t.” 

11:27 PM

hey

talk didn’t go so well

can i come over in like 30

the texts had hardly delivered fully before you were yanking the pajamas off your body and shoving your limbs into the fancy fabric of a stray, hanging dress. a pair of sandals was next. then, eren’s leather jacket. then, your purse. your body was on autopilot as it pried your window open and climbed down the trellis outside of your room. as you pulled your bmw from the driveway and didn’t stop it until you were outside eren’s apartment.

only then did you finally stop to look at your phone. through blurred vision you made out a text that said, just knock when you’re up.

***

eren was beginning to really detest the smell of cigarettes. he had a smoker for a father, and the smell clung to him like a second skin growing up. so it wasn’t as though it was unusual. resentment would be a more fitting word, he concluded. 

the first time he brought you to his place, you sneezed violently upon reaching his floor. his neighbor was an avid smoker, but he wasn’t aware the smell was strong enough to warrant any bodily reaction past a slight gag. it wasn’t your fault, he knew that. he had taken you all around the city that day, and your delicate nose had not agreed with any of it. “i’ve got some zyrtec inside, if you want.” he offered.

“it’s fine, ‘ren, seriously. this is, like, my third sneeze all day.”

it was actually your ninth. he had been counting.

so, yes, resentment was probably the best word. 

as your signature triad of knocks sounded against his door, eren couldn’t help but hope his neighbor had up and kicked the habit. if not forever, then just for this night of all nights.

talk didn’t go so well

he mentally recounted the text as he braced himself against the doorknob. didn’t go so well could have meant any number of things, and he would have no way of knowing for sure until—

another set of knocks disrupted his train of thought, this time accompanied by a wet sniffle.

eren had barely gotten the chance to look at you after nearly swinging the door off its hinges. he could feel you crying. the uncontrollable spasming in your arms and shoulders, choppy breaths turned to weak coughs, your mouth frozen agape in a muffled scream, forehead burrowing itself into his wishbone.

“hey, talk to me,” he whispered, trying to pull your face out of his shirt, hoping it would give you room to breathe if just for a moment. what little he could see of your face was soaked with tears tinged with tension. “it’s gonna be okay, baby, just talk to me.”

it took a couple minutes, wherein eren had led you into his bedroom, freed your shaking shoulders from his jacket, and just barely managed to get you to produce coherent sentences. 

“i’m sorry, eren.” you sighed in what seemed to be utter defeat. your feet swinging to and fro off the side of his bed, bare after you kicked your sandals off. “i tried to make him understand, but he’s never gonna.” at the last word, you let your forehead collapse onto his shoulder with another deep sigh.

as another tear fell from your eye and rolled into the groove above your top lip, eren began to wonder exactly what it was your father had said. he was the very embodiment of foreboding. they had met only once, and eren couldn’t recall him conveying anything resembling approval or even warmth. not in his eyes, his demeanor, or the half-grunts he had substituted for speech.

“hey, hey, look at me.” gently, he took your face in his hands, coaxing your eyes in his direction whilst thumbing away stray tears. “what’d you tell me a couple days ago, hm?” you batted your eyes in a way that made his heart skip before petulantly rolling them. with your face bunched up so delicately in his hands, your fluffy lashes casting soft shadows against your wet cheeks and eyes swimming in vulnerability he could see his reflection in, eren felt for a moment the two of you could transcend all those superficial labels that made loving one another such a challenge.

you were not rich, nor was he poor. there was no yale pre-law track in your future, and he was not an artist struggling to support himself. when you gazed into each other’s eyes with such soft yearning, you were just a man and a woman.

“nobody had to understand but us.” you muttered under a sniffle, momentarily closing your eyes as though the act of optimism physically pained you. just when eren thought he was about to smile, you spoke again. “but, ‘ren, it’s worse this time. he said he didn’t wan’ me seein’ you anymore. or else he’d take away my trust fund.”

in the latter bit of your sentence, your voice became eerily resolved for someone vocalizing every rich kid’s nightmare. the sudden calmness frightened him eons more than your crying. because try as you might to hide it, eren knew you loved being rich. you wore your gold and diamonds like a second skin, almost like a coat of armor. he knew you loved horseback riding, as well as excursions on your father’s yacht. you very scarcely discussed it with him (out of respect, he assumed), but he had become content with the fact that you would choose your money over him every single time.

“i won’t ask you to choose me.”

“what?” your voice cracked over the word. “eren, that’s what i came here to do.”

“well then stop it,” the words flew from eren’s mouth almost instinctively, as though something in his very biology felt that you were too good for him. although there was no denying that as the truth. everything about you—from the heavenly sound that was your laugh to the stack of golden cartier bracelets adorning your wrist. you were better than him, so much so that there wasn’t even a way to describe it. “please, (y/n), just stop.”

you scoffed, dipping your hands into his as incredulity knitted itself within your eyebrows. “stop? stop? no, eren, you don’t get it.” you shook your head vigorously, face straightening out as though you were regaining sense with every movement. “i came here to tell you that i’m choosing you. you’re what i want.”

he studied the curve of your trembling lip, silently wondering if you had gone mad and forgotten exactly what world you were living in. you spoke with the easiness of a girl who never had a worry in her life. eren loved that about you, even now when you sounded more foolish than anything. 

“and you know i can’t let you do that, right?” eren massaged the center of your palm with his thumb in an attempt to remain grounded. he knew it would be all too easy to let himself fall face first into your little fantasy, if only to keep you just a little longer. if he were a more selfish man, he would have. “i won’t let you do that.”

“won’t let me?” you pulled one of your trembling hands away to wipe the fresh tears spilling on your cheek. “please, eren, you’re startin’ to sound like my daddy.”

“well, maybe if he couldn’t talk some sense into you, i can.”

even as eren watched you process each word from his mouth, he was still shocked when you yanked your hands out of his altogether. “don’t tell me…” shakily, you got to your feet. “y-you’re turnin’ me away? you’re sending me back to him?”

“if by him you mean your father who loves you—”

you wasted no time at all interrupting him. it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that you were still grappling with the idea of being told no. “—oh for fuck’s sake, eren! how could you even say that knowing—”

“—and wants the best for you, then yes—”

“—how he feels about you? about us—”

“then yes, i’m sending you back to him!” the words erupted from his mouth and filled the air like poisonous smoke. he was standing now, towering over you, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation through a facade of dominance. had he ever screamed at you before now? the answer was written all over your face in big, wet eyes and a mouth contorted open in a silent cry.

“why?” a sob wracked your body. “i mean, why, eren? i thought you loved me.”

“more than anything, baby. and that‘ll never change. but sometimes love just isn’t enough.”

“love is the only reason i’m here! do you think i would be giving up my entire life if i didn’t love you?”

“and you think i would just let you do that if i loved you?” eren breathed as he fixed the strap of your dress that hung loosely off your shoulder. he tried his hardest to concentrate on how beautiful you looked, and not how he would never be able to afford to buy you anything this nice. “i won’t let you ruin your life so you can play house with me, okay? i care too much for you.”

you crossed your arms over your chest, and said something eren never imagined he would hear you say, “fine.” you said it with such an obvious facade of resolution that eren knew it was too easy to be real. “look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to go away.”

“don’t ask me to do that.”

“it’s the only way you’re getting me out of here.”

eren took a moment to look into your eyes. he had become so good at drawing them that he could do it blindfolded. he brought his hands to either side of your neck and felt your pulse begin to thump at the contact. he wished he could sketch that sweet sound and keep it tucked so close to his own heart that the beats began to synchronize. god, why did you have to make this so hard? 

he kissed you before he could even stop himself. he wanted to curse himself for being so weak, but he was hardly in his right mind whenever he kissed you. he savored the taste of your tongue and the softness of your lips. he kissed you until he could taste the bitterness of your tears. he kissed you so deeply, so passionately that he almost forgot why he was kissing you in the first place. almost.

eren broke away, and did his very best to keep his eyes trained on yours. “(y/n),” a mascara-colored tear streak stained the side of your nose. it’s not fair, eren lamented, holding your face in his hands as steadily as he could. “please go. go live your life, and don’t come back here.”

“you want me to leave?” you whispered as though you were saying some horrible curse word. “is that what you’re saying?”

“yes,” he took his hands off you and moved back a few paces, more for his sanity than yours. “i want you to go.”

silently, you moved across the room to slide your shoes back over your feet before exiting the room in a flurry of ferocious clicks against the floor. 

eren trailed awkwardly behind you, hoping to see you out despite knowing it would only twist the knife deeper inside him. “you’ll thank me for this one day.” he called out as you swung open his apartment door.

without even turning to face him, you sniffled, “fuck you, eren.” before slamming the door behind you and disappearing down the hall.

[gbukkii]

A/N: had this idea while eating a big fat fucking burrito and two packs of gushers big and horny, pls enjoy :).

synopsis: you're crazy horny during ovulation, after a week of being sexually frustrated you finally did something about it.

tags: y/n is a squirter, creampie?, dick sucking, face riding, ovulation, missionary?

ｅａｔ　ｍｅ　！　；　ｅｒｅｎ　ｙｅａｇｅｒ

May God forgive you.

You thought to yourself as you cuddled with your boyfriend. His big hand rubbed up and down on your thick thigh, heightening the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

You couldn't focus on the movie playing in front of you, the feeling in your underwear was too severe.

You are no better than a man.

Ovulation week for you was hell, especially when your boyfriend was six feet and tatted up.

This whole week was filled with you touching yourself to ease the tension between your legs, but it obviously didn't work.

Eren is a busy man, who is always working hard. This left you home alone most of the time when you didn't attend your college classes.

When you first woke up this week you immediately pressed a vibrator on your clit, and you made yourself squirt thinking about the way Eren touches you.

The next day you used the showerhead when you got back home from your lecture, making your legs shake thinking about the way Eren coaxes orgasms out of you.

When Eren got home that day, there was no hot water, which made him grumpy in a cold shower.

Wednesday was the worst. The big dildo that you slid in and out of your wet pussy wasn't satisfying you the way Eren would.

You tried desperately throughout the whole week to ease the tension between your thighs, and it didn't work. Now you're here squirming at the mere sight of your boyfriend.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, noticing the way you were squirming uncomfortably beneath his touch. His deep voice snapped you out of your trance.

You didn't even realize you were zoned out, thinking about all the nasty things you wanted him to do.

"Hm?" You softly hummed, looking at Eren with your pretty eyes. He looked down at you with a tiny smile.

"You okay? You zoned out there for a bit." He said, bringing up the hand that was rubbing on your thigh up to your face, he gently caressed your cheek.

"Yeah, I'm just a little sleepy." You told him, you stared into his green orbs. You intently stared at his face, admiring every single feature he had.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked with a tiny smirk. This question made you blush and quickly look away.

"Looking at you like what?" You mumbled, staring at the television now. You then felt Erens hand grab your chin. He made you look at him again.

"Like you wanna eat me." After he said that, you looked at him and then down his luscious lips. You quickly kissed him, and he kissed you back. He was surprised at your eagerness.

You were moaning into his mouth, the sloppy kiss making you wetter than you were before.

Eren pulled you onto his lap, and he groaned feeling you grinding yourself onto his erection.

You pulled away from the kiss, "I needed you so bad this week." You softly told him before he grabbed your neck, leaving marks all over you.

You softly moaned at his touch, you were always so sensitive. He smiled while kissing your skin.

"You sound so good, baby." He said, pulling himself away from your neck. He used both of his hands to remove the hoodie you were wearing.

"No bra?" He teased you. He looked at your perky titties before sucking on them.

He nibbled on your sensitive nipples, using his tongue and teeth to provoke more noises out of you.

You were squirming on top of him as he continued to alternate between both of your breasts.

He held you firmly as you moved around on his clothed dick. "Stop moving." He mumbled as he continued to show love to your chest.

"I need you, please." You said you sounded pathetic. Since Eren was so busy, you missed him and his big dick.

"Then show me how much you need me, baby." He said, removing his hands from your waist and putting them behind his head with a smirk.

You moved down between his legs, tugging at the fabric of his sweatpants. You pulled them down with ease revealing his American Eagle boxers. You could see the outline of his thick member.

You wasted no time pulling his boxers down and putting his pretty cock in your mouth.

Eren looked down at you as your plump lips were wrapped around his shaft. He lets out a groan, rutting his hips up into your mouth as you continue to suck his dick.

His dick was so big, every time he moved his hips the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat.

Sucking his dick was making you teary-eyed, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as he mumbled nonsense.

"Mmm, you're so good at this. Such a slut for me huh?" He said as he continued to move his hips up.

You were sucking his dick so soppily, spit was running down onto his hips and dripping down onto the leather material of the couch.

Eren was close to cumming, his groans becoming more frequent. He brought his hands to your silk bonnet, holding the silk and your hair beneath it.

He then came into your mouth, and you continued to suck him off while swallowing his load.

He smirked, looking down at you, "Come up here and sit on my face." You wasted no time.

You crawled back on top of him, pulling your shorts and panties down all in one before steadily lowering yourself on Erens face.

You held onto the top of the expensive sofa. You could feel Erens tongue moving around your sensitive pussy.

"Holy shit, this feels so fucking good." You moaned loudly, you knew your neighbors were tired of hearing you this week.

Hearing you made Eren go faster. He was sucking on your clit, his whole mouth wrapped around your pussy. He was solely focusing on making you feel good.

You were grinding yourself on his face, your clit bumping into his nose at times.

You continued to moan loudly before the knot in your stomach snapped. With a loud whine, you squirted all over Erens face.

You shyly moved off of Erens face back onto the couch. Your juices were all over Erens mouth and were dripping down his chin.

Eren took his sweater off, revealing his chiseled torso and his artistic tattoos.

You then started to kiss him again. Eren laid you down as you continued to passionately kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips, and you moaned into his mouth. He then pulled himself away from the kiss, lining himself up with your entrance.

"You're gonna take all of me since you needed me so bad right?" He asked before he slowly slid himself into you.

You moaned at his nasty words and the way his dick felt inside of you. Your legs involuntarily went up, making Eren grab them. He forced them towards your head.

Eren has you folded up in ways you thought weren't possible.

"Eren, it's too much..." You loudly moaned as Eren stuffed you with his big dick. In and out, in and out. He continued to fuck you at a fast pace.

"Isn't this what you wanted? Dirty girl." He said, making you whine.

The movie in the background was long forgotten. All that could be heard in the apartment was the noises of your pussy, and your cute little moans.

His balls were harshly hitting your skin. Eren was groaning as he harshly fucked you.

He was looking at the fucked out expression on your face. The way you bit your bottom lip trying to keep yourself quiet, he thought it was all so cute.

"I'm gonna stuff you full of me, cum all in that pretty pussy." He said as he quickened his pace.

"I'm gonna-" And before you could even finish your sentence you squirted all over his dick. The juices from your pussy dripped down onto the couch.

Eren then chased his orgasm while fucking you through yours. He loudly groaned, babbling before cumming inside of you.

He then pulled out, using his fingers to stuff the leftover cum inside you.

Eren finally caught on to your odd behaviors this week, realizing why you were acting so horny and awkward this week.

"You're the reason the water was cold on Tuesday?"

[sabokunsmalia]

ʚ 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚/𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘 ɞ featuring: levi ackerman, erwin smith, armin arlert & eren yeager content warning: smut ahead, mdni!!! hi it's malia: the levi phase continues, let me just tell you that important information. send in requests, or come and be my anon, i'm in need of anime friends, really.

ʚ levi ackerman ɞ

levi's a private person when it comes to loving you. he isn't into pda that much, which makes it much easier to tease him. you received one slightly sexual picture of him. it was the first and the last as he did not like to send such private pictures of himself. after all, he cares about his position. but it was different from you. while he was away on a mission, or on the training grounds without you, you used the chance to send him the slightest bits of your body. just a couple sneakpeaks like the valley between your breasts which looked amazing without a bra, or the lace hem of your underwear peaking out from your pants. maybe even a slight sexual position. and hell, it would get him riled up so easily to see those things. give him a couple of minutes to find an isolated room. or maybe wait till he’s back in his office again and you will receive a call. ragged breaths of your boyfriend, “demanding my attention, you fucking minx? now help me solve what you caused,”. his words and demands, even the quiet groans are enough to initiate a video call and turn into a full session over the phone.

ʚ erwin smith ɞ

erwin is such a confident man, in public, in his position, and in his relationship with you. he has no problem when it comes to sending you sexual messages. or even send you a picture of the bulge in his pants in the middle of a meeting while hange explained another idea she had to inspect titans further. after all, his legs were underneath the table, nobody was able to see what he was doing. so you occasionally received a small video, with hange’s voice in the background as he massaged the thick tent in his pants with his fleshy fingers. it was addictive to witness how risky erwin would create those videos only to show you how much he needed you. as soon as the meetings were over and he could sit in the comfortable armchair at his desk again, the commander would call you. a wide smirk prominent on his mouth as he spoke to you. “hope you didn’t touch yourself yet, i have a couple of minutes and still a hard-on,” oh those few minutes were turning into half an hour and he would end up all flustered while talking to the government.

ʚ armin arlert ɞ

he's humbled so easily, and literally never starts sending naughty messages or pictures by himself. if you decide to spice up the conversation a little, armin would not deny it and easily write as sexual as you do. and as soon as you would send him those sweet pictures in those position, you always do when he visits, armin’s all in for having it all. after all, he couldn’t decline you anything anyways. still, he wouldn’t be the one to call you, throwing little hints that he wanted to see what you’re doing or missing your face. those little sweet messages were cover ups for the dirty mind, and the parts he really wanted to see if your body. little hints that he waited for you to call, and you did. most likely because his messages started to take way too long and when he accepted the call, you realized why. armin struggled with the bulge in his pants, almost embarrassed about how easily you made him hard and horny. especially extremely needy of feeling you. “please, please, i need you so bad,”

ʚ eren yeager ɞ

with eren it's completely different. he's confident with his body, and the love you have for each other. most of the time, it's him who sends the first naughty message or a picture of the tent in his pants. most likely with the words 'thought of you' while trying to lure out a couple of seductive pictures of your body for him. something, he could use later on. it's like eren always finds an excuse to send you a photo to receive praise for his body. when a conversation is getting out of hand, and the messages were only sexual, eren would find a quiet place to send you more pictures until yours were getting too much for him. he’s the one to call you, licking his lips while chuckling. “got you worked up huh? show me what you’re doing to yourself, princess. i might send you a nice video,”. his deep and raspy voice while commanding made it difficult for you to resist anymore. the desire rose to an unbearable heat, and you needed release. so you gave him a little show of what his words and pictures were exactly doing to you. and obviously, eden would join in without a question.

[nova2kss]

Never enough

Bf!Eren seriously needs to be stopped.

He could fuck you for hours on end and can still go for another round

Bf!eren dosen’t understand the meaning for “a time and place” if he wants to be in your pussy, he’s gonna get inside.

Seeing you in that mini skirt inside of jeans party he just had to call you over and let you sit on his lap.

You looked to good, the way you were swaying your hips all out on the floor but not on him? He couldn’t take it anymore.

he called you over to him on the couch pulling you down on his lap

“I’ve missed you ma, where you been?”

“Cmon ren, you’ve known I’ve been with Mika and Sasha all night”

“Yea i know” he’s looking at you rubbing his veiny hands all along the sides of your sides.

You can tell he’s high from the smell of weed and his lazy red eyes looking up into yours

Next thing you know your slowly bouncing on him as he softly groans into your neck telling you

“Don’t make any faces, you don’t wanna get caught right baby?”

Even though he’s the one that talked you into this “cmonnn…they won’t even notice” while touching all on you making you even wetter.

He bit on you’re neck as you were reaching your peak just so he wouldnt moan so loud, trying to keep it as discreet as possible

At least for you’re sake because to him he wanted ever guy in here that looked at you to watch you get fucked by him.

Bf!eren will take you to the family bathroom in Target just to fuck your throat after hearing you slurp on that empty cup and eat a cake pop.

He just can’t help it anything you do can get him so hard, and it’s so painfully obvious he can’t walk around the store like that.

And that’s why you were squatted on the floor taking his length so far down your throat right now

“Just like t-that….fuck your mouth feels so good baby”

He’s praising you as you pleasure him but so loudly.

You pull away to catch your breath

“Eren calm down before they hear us”

All he did was push your head back down on his dick

Once again he didn’t care because you were his lady and they needed to mind their business.

“Yea?… I think I want them to hear this slutty mouth gagging on this sick huh? Right mama?”

And that definitely doesn’t go unheard by the people passing by but oh well the were just gonna have to mind their business after all you were his girl

And he damn sure couldn’t get enough of you.

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Cherry Chapstick

Pairing: Armin x reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: Armin refuses to let you use his chapstick. No worries, you have other ideas on how to keep your lips from getting chapped.

(also just pretend chapstick is canon in the aot universe for the sake of the fic 😭)

Another long and grueling day of training was finishing up. The sun was setting through the huge forest of trees.

“Alright, trainings over! Rest up and be ready to head back in 15 minutes.” The squad leader said with his barking voice.

Your squad leader liked doing various training sessions with just your squad, something about strengthening the bond and making it easier to tag team during expeditions.

Landing on one of the branches to catch your breath, you sat against the bark let your body slouch for the first time that day.

“Tired?”

Looking up at the voice, Armin was standing in front of you. His new shorter blond locks shifting gently in the breeze as his pretty blue eyes locked on your figure. He was one of your closest friends. The friendship was honestly ideal with him giving you the guidance that you needed while you encouraged him when he was feeling insecure.

You nodded at him through half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile. “I’m so glad we have a day off tomorrow, I’ll probably spend it sleeping.”

Armin returned a smile at your words. “You’re almost there, (y/n). I’m sure your bed misses you too.” While you laughed at him, Armin squatted down next to you.

“What do you got planned tomorrow?” You asked and leaned your head against the tree. He pulled his green cloak tighter around his shoulders when the breeze kicked in.

“Probably go out into the valley and find a nice place to read.”

“By yourself? What about Eren and Mikasa?” You raised an eyebrow. The trio was pretty much inseparable.

Armin waved off your question with his hand. “They wanted to go into the city and I’m tired of third-wheeling. It wasn’t much fun as kids and still isn’t now.”

Nodding your head, you gazed once more at the sun just about to set. The orange hues casting over the green plains.

Armin finally sat down on the branch, his leg brushing up against yours. “God, I can’t stand this weather.” He muttered and started to fish for something out of his pocket.

With curious eyes, you saw him pull out a small tube. Chapstick? He uncapped it and gently spread it on his lips.

Armin chuckled when he caught you staring at him. “What? My lips are chapped.”

“I can see that.” You could also see his plump pink lips all shiny from the substance. “What flavor is it?”

“Cherry.” He pocketed the chapstick.

You inched over to him. Cherry was your favorite flavor, a timeless classic that forever held your heart. You were about to ask him for some when he seemed to have read your thoughts and immediately shut you down.

“No, you can’t have any.”

Instantly shocked at his words, your mouth was agape and you crossed your arms with a pout. “What, why?”

Honestly, you couldn’t care less… well maybe you cared a little bit. But being petty and dramatic was more fun however, especially in front of Armin.

“(Y/n), don’t take this the wrong way, but anything you touch immediately disappears.”

Ok, now you cared a lot a bit. “No it doesn’t!”

“Oh, you defended yourself real quick there, huh? Alright, tell me where Sasha’s hairbrush is.” Armin had a smile on his face as he rested his arm on his propped up knee. Sasha lent you her brush one day and it was never seen again. She made you buy her a new one the next day.

Your silence was the answer he needed.

“Maybe you know where Mikasa’s training gloves are?”

Again, more silence. She’d let you borrow them for training and you stupidly set them down when it was windy.

“Oh, wait! My blue sweater? Haven’t seen that in a while and you were the only person I lent it to.”

It was a rather chilly morning one day, so Armin lent you his infamous blue sweater.

Manipulative little bastard.

A slight blush dusted your cheeks. You glared at the blonde and scoffed. “I feel like this isn’t just about chapstick.”

Arming gave out a chuckle. “It is, (y/n). Don’t worry.” With that, Armin rose to his feet and patted your head as he walked along the branch.

Your eyes fluttered in satisfaction when his fingertips rubbed your scalp.

“I can’t even have a little?”

“No.”

Ugh, be like that then.

———

Your squad eventually had to make the journey back home. Riding next to Armin, your horses ran in sync as you both gave each other little glances every few minutes.

“Can I have some of that chapstick now?” Your voice rang over thundering steps of the horses.

“No.” Armin replied.

“But my lips are chapped!”

“Figure it out.” He shouted back.

Oh I will.

———

“Finally home.” You moaned and jumped off your horse and led her to the stables. Your body ached and sleep was all you were craving. It was dark by the time you guys got back and your squad leader gave his appreciation by quickly dismissing everyone.

Maybe I’ll skip dinner. I’m so tired.

Thoughts flowing through your head as you undressed your horse of her gear. Hanging the saddle on a peg, you brushed her mane and fed her some carrots.

“Eat up, Star. My pretty girl.” You cooed, gently running your hand over her nose. Another set of steps disrupted your intimate moment with Star.

Turning around, your eyes softened at Armin, who led his horse over by the reins.

“Hey, stranger.” He teased and began working on his horse. You smiled back at him and it was silent for a few moments, just the sound of the equipment clinking with movement.

You turned to look at him only to give a dry chuckle when you saw him pulling out his stupid cherry chapstick again. The stupid smile never left his face as he applied it.

“Ar-”

“No chapstick, (y/n).”

Damn.

“That wasn’t what I was going to say!”

Armin turned to meet your gaze with raised eyebrows. “What was it then?”

Shit. Think (y/n).

Armin chuckled as the silence answered his question. His hands gently brushed through his horse’s mane. “You’re a bad liar.”

A scoff left your lips. “I don’t like this new attitude of yours.”

Over time, Armin slowly broke out of his shell, no longer the dorky and nervous kid he once was- even though you loved that about him. Now, he was comfortable enough to speak his mind without a second thought, even to you.

“Get used to it, (y/n). Looks like you’ll have to find another way to keep your lips moisturized.”

You didn’t like the snarky look he had on his face. A sudden idea popped into your head. As Armin finished settling his horse for the night, you caught his wrist as he walked by.

A confused look adorning his features when he turned to look at you.

Without thinking twice, you pulled him towards you and stood on your toes. Lifting your head, your lips quickly planted themselves onto his.

You could tell he was caught of guard. His blue eyes widened at the sudden action and a startled whimper escaped him. It was kinda hot honestly. Pulling away, you rubbed your lips together and popped them. “Mmm, gotta love cherry.”

His lips were partly opened and a red rouge covered his face. He still couldn’t believe it.

“U-uh, I-”

“Night, Armin. See ya tomorrow.” You smiled innocently at him before brushing past him to leave.

His hand latched onto your elbow and pulled you back. Raising an eyebrow at him, Armin gripped both your shoulders before pulling you back in, lips meeting yours once more. His back was crouched down a little to meet your height. Now it was your turn to be surprised.

Oh. Oooh

He moaned slightly against your lips when you started kissing back.

The kiss lasted a few seconds before Armin slowly pulled away from you. You both were slightly panting from the adrenaline and the eye contact between you both never broke.

“There.” His hands still gripped your shoulders. “That should last you a bit.” With that, his hand moved just below your ear, his thumb brushing over your jawline.

Armin finally snapped himself of whatever trance you had on him and gave a small smile. “Meet me here tomorrow at noon, that’ll give you plenty of time to sleep in and you can join me in the valley.”

“O-okay.”

Without another word, Armin left the stables. Your mind ran crazy with thoughts. Yes, you kissed him first, but you didn’t expect him to actually want to kiss you again.

How in the world did he play the game better than you? It was your idea-

—————

The sun shines brightly through the curtains of your room. You let out a groan as the stiffness in your muscles were more prominent from yesterdays training.

Looking at the clock on the wall- 8:25 am.

You can still catch breakfast before it ends and relax a bit before meeting up with Armin.

Oh yeah…

What a peculiar night. You honestly thought Armin would either be confused or disgusted when you kissed him. Not flustered. Him kissing you on his own also surprised you. The little manipulators all grown up now.

You got up and threw on some random clothes, heading to the dining hall.

You quietly ate your food, only a few soldiers remained in the dining hall since breakfast was ending soon.

Time slowly passed by, and you decided to take a nap in your bed for another hour or two before leaving. The nap only left you more tired. After changing into a more presentable outfit, a simple button up and a long skirt, you threw your favorite sweater over. The material was soft and the fading but familiar scent was comforting to you.

Your footsteps were slow as you walked to the stables. The soreness in your body along with the tiredness still swirled in your system.

“(Y/n), over here.” Armin called out to you as he led his horse outside his stall. “Perfect timing, I was just getting ready to- is that my sweater?”

Oops. Yes, yes it was.

“Maybe.”

“I thought you said you lost it!”

“I never said I lost it.” You yawned. “Just never wanted to give it back to you.”

Armin chuckled and was a bit surprised at your words, he climbed on his horse and turned down to you, hand extended. “You ready?”

Nodding, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up. Your legs straddled the horse and your hand hesitantly grazed his waist. It wasn’t until Armin flicked the reigns and the horse quickly trotted forward that you decided to wrap your arms tightly around his waist as he navigated through the towns.

“You good there?” He joked and placed his hand on top of your clasped ones that pressed against his abdomen.

—————

“You look nice in my sweater.” Armin commented, trekking his fingers gently through your scalp.

The warm breeze swayed the grass and wildflowers surrounding you. The meadow Armin took you to was beautiful this time of year.

Your head currently rested on his thigh. Armin was sat against a willow tree, a book in his other hand. Every so often, his hand would leave your head to turn the page and gently return.

“It’s mine now.” You mumbled through closed eyes. Armin insisted you try to nap again while he read. However, no one brought up the situation from last night. At the moment it almost seemed like it never happens. No one acknowledged it.

“Of course it is.” He said with a smile before taking his hand away from your head. He shifted and buried his hand in the pocket of his trousers. His leg raised your head slightly as he moved. “Sorry, I just can’t- dammit where is it?”

You craned your neck to see his agitated face. “What happened?”

“I can’t find my chapstick.” He muttered with a frown.

A giggle erupted from your mouth, making him look at you. “And you say I lose stuff?”

“Shut up.” He muttered.

You both returned to your original positions with you head still resting on his lap. The breeze continued to blow and you glanced at Armin to see the tips of his blonde hair blow across his face. The shorter hair really suited him.

You let out a small sigh and pulled the sweater tighter around your frame. Reaching into the small pocket, you pulled something out.

Uncapping it, you gently applied it to your lips and didn’t miss the way Armin was staring at you dumbfounded. The label was clearly a different color than his. No, this one was yours. All yours.

“It’s strawberry and before you ask- no you can’t have any. I wouldn’t want you to lose this one too.” A devilish smirk crossed your face. Payback was a bitch. If he could be petty, so could you.

Armin sat back and mumbled something incoherent. His book was now discarded to the side and his arms were crossed with a pout. Memories of last night flooded his thoughts.

The way he held you. The way he looked at you. How you tasted.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes and rubbed the substance coating your lips together. He was staring at you.

You let out a small laugh as he pulled your body up and lowered himself down closer to you. You didn’t miss the way his eyes stared into yours before darting to your lips, then back to your eyes. He was so close. Then as if he decided it was right, Armin’s lips were encasing yours once more.

You gave a small sigh into the kiss and your fingers raked through his blonde hair.

Armin’s tongue gently swiped against your bottom lip and before you could open your mouth for more, he pulled away.

“You’re right.” He said and rubbed his own lips together. “Cherry does taste better.”

You were a little disappointed at the sudden break in contact. Sitting your body up, you faced him. “We can get you more when we head back into town.” You offered and avoided your gaze.

Maybe he was just getting payback for last night?

Armin rolled his eyes and pulled you back towards him. “Yeah that sounds good, but I like this option better.”

And he kissed you again. More passionately this time.

He suddenly pulled your body against his so you were fully sat in his lap, emitting a small squeal from you. Your legs curled into his side and his hands were placed at your waist, thumb brushing your hip.

“Thank you for coming with me.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Just take me out and we’ll call it even.” You replied, your arm wrapping around his neck.

“Okay.”

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Hiiii Would you write for yandere jean x (kidnapped reader if your ok with it) reader where they have a nightmare and seek him for comfort, and it's the first time they've done that, thanks!

A/N: I did this in 1 hour because of how much I love Jean-

Boyfriends BFF

High school AU. Yandere!Jean x kidnapped Reader

“Y/N baby, please stop trying to escape.” Jean said as he locked the chain around her ankle. “It’s getting tiring, for you and me.”

“Why can’t you understand what I just want to go home!” Y/N yelled as she tugged on the chain. “You stalked me, kidnapped me and expect me to listen to you?!”

”Im doing this for you goddammit!” Jean yelled angrily as he watched Y/N back into the corner of the room. “N-no no, don’t be scared Y/N. I’m sorry I really am!”

”Get a-away from me! I don’t want to see you again! In fact, I don’t ever want to see a monster like you!” Y/N exclaimed as she covered her face.

”Y-Y/N please don’t say that.” Jean requested, shakily. “I didn’t want to see you get hurt when you talked to that suicidal idiot.! I’m saving you!”

”Leave me alone you bastard! I hate you! Hate you so much!” Y/N sobbed out as she tucked her legs into her torso and cried. Jean stood in the room, shocked.

”Fine! If I’m so much of a monster to you, we’ll see what it’s like without me! Your saviour, your significant other. Not Eren, me!” Jean shouted before leaving and slamming the door.

Thinking back to when Jean had began talking to her, how he was so flirtatious despite Y/N being in a relationship with Eren. Constantly telling him how she would feel uncomfortable with him towering over her or standing so close. 

She’s feel like she was being followed every time she left the school to go to the store. She’s feel like an eerie atmosphere would take over her surroundings as she quickly ran home after buying her favourite energy drink. Always telling Eren about how unsafe she was and how she’d even get text messages from random numbers.

Even when Eren would walk Y/N home, the same feeling of being followed would stay. Telling her parents this, she’s always be picked and dropped off by car thanks to Mikasa’s parents. Leaving her window open one night, Y/N felt someone walk around her room, probably her mom or dad looking for something. Waking up the next morning, Y/N went through her underwear drawer to find her favourite black pair missing.

And to think that her boyfriend’s best friend would be the one behind all of it. Getting up and dragging the chain along with her, Y/N sat on the bed before falling back. Closing her eyes she soon fell asleep, in the uncomfortable position yet cozy bed.

Drifting off into her dreams, Y/N found herself in school once again, sitting between Armin and Eren. Looking around confused, everyone seemed to be talking amongst each other as the teacher had left the classroom for a bit.

“Eren?” Y/N mumbled as Eren turned to face her. “What..”

”We have to talk Y/N.” Eren said as he faced her fully. “Do you really love me?”

“What t-type of question is that.? Of course I love you!” Y/N answered.

”Then why’s you cheat on me?” Eren calmly asked, no emotion on his face.

”W-what.? What’re you talking about Eren?” Y/N asked before Armin quickly interrupted her.

”Jean posted this on his story.” Armin said as he showed a ton of pictures of Y/N and him in different positions. Some kissing each other, another being Jean having his mouth to Y/N’s neck, tons having Y/N close to naked and having lots of hickeys scattered across her body. 

“W-what no no no! I didn’t do anything with Jean! I swear!” Y/N explained. “He’s lying!”

”Then why’s you post this, Hm?” Eren asked before showing Y/N’s social media posts. It was a post of her and Jean admitting that they both loved each other and that Y/N cheated on Eren. 

“Eren I swear I didn’t post this! I don’t know who did this-“ Y/N explained with tears in her eyes.

”I don’t want to hear any of this bullshit. It’s because he’s the captain of the football team isn’t it? You think he’s so much better don’t you?” Eren asked angrily.

”No! I promise you Eren, I don’t even like him! Believe me!” Y/N pleaded.

”You’re a dirty little whore. A player. I hate you Y/N, so does everyone else.” Eren muttered before fading into the darkness which engulfed them.

Yelping and sitting up, Y/N was covered in tears and sweat as she arose from the nightmare she seemed to be having.

”E-Eren.” Y/N mumbled as she clasped a hand over her mouth and sobbed uncontrollably. “I miss you so much..”

Staring ahead, the room seemed to be changing shape, colours and texture with every passing second. Y/N felt lingering touches on her arms and legs, causing her to squirm on the spot.

Looking at the bottom of the door, Y/N could see a light turned on in the hallway. Getting up, Y/N walked to the door and began banging on it weakly. The chains rattled with every hit.

”Jean! Help me please!” Y/N yelled as tears fell down her face. “I’m sorry! Please help me!”

The door opened quickly as Y/N stepped back, revealing Jean with a long cloth ready to restrain her in case she planned on escaping. Quickly rushing towards him, Y/N engulfed him in a warm embrace as she sobbed into his chest.

”Y-Y/N, are you okay?” Jean asked as he held the cloth tightly in his hand and patted her head with the other. “What happened.?”

”I had a bad dream! It was horrible.. now I can’t see properly, all of my surroundings are changing and it hurts!” Y/N sobbed out as she kept her tight grip around Jean. “Please don’t leave, please stay with me. I’m sorry, I really am!”

”Baby.. let’s get you back to sleep.” Jean said as he picked her up bridal style and laid her properly in the bed. “My poor darling, are you feeling better?”

”Y-yes.” Y/N mumbled as she snuggled into his chest. “I’m feeling better now.”

Jean stroked her head gently, trying to not startled her anymore. Pulling her closer, Jean rested his chin on her head and smirked to himself. He’d finally gotten close to her, he wouldn’t have to sneak in whilst she slept and watch her then. Jean had finally won. Kissing her head, Jean closed his eyes and snuggled into the smaller girl, smirking at the thought of him winning her heart.

[likesunsetorange]

Clingy mikasa 😭

“You don’t want to share a closet with me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺”

eren looking at her like she’s insane bc he’s literally giving her a room in his house bc he wants her to be there more permanently and she’s just like “but why don’t you wanna share a closet with me anymore” and he’s just like 😐 mikasa

lol i can kinda drabble-fy this i think let’s go!

🦅🦅🦅

The sound of giggles blended harmoniously with the hums of the cicadas—a usual customary provocation. An otherwise summertime nuisance to Eren, but when paired with the joyous sound of Mikasa’s sweet laughter, it was easy to overlook the annoyance they typically caused him.

Rather today, there were more important summertime delights to focus on. Like the feeling of soft skin beneath his fingertips, calloused fingers inching beneath the cotton of her tank top, skirting along the small of her waist. Or there was the way every kiss pressed along the span of her shoulder, skin exposed to the humidity and the summer sun, eliciting squeals, something that miles upon miles of distance kept him from doing on a regular basis.

“Eren,” Mikasa said through bated breath, gently pulling away from him. Her back was pressed against the porch column, Eren's head tucked into the crook of her neck. They hadn't made it past the porch steps before his lips found hers, her usual weekend bag still slung over his shoulder, keys half dangling out of his pocket. The two of them had just arrived from the airport only minutes before they found themselves huddled on the front porch like two teenagers eager and lustful, something that made him grateful he lived on his own these days.

“Hmm,” he hummed into her neck, earning a shiver out of Mikasa. He wasted no time resuming his previous actions, his mouth finding the sweet spot just below her ear. The three weeks that kept them apart—the longest they’d been apart in months—made him give little importance to whatever tiny beads of sweat had already begun to accumulate in the sweltering sun, her skin flushed pink for more reasons than one.

A hitched breath escaped her as his lips pressed against the corner of her jaw, Mikasa squirming beneath him at the sensation. He started his trek along the trail of her jaw, but she squirmed again, pulling herself from his clutches, leaving Eren with a pout on his face.

“Eren,” she repeated. Her fingers cupped his face in her hand, delicate fingers toying at the stubble he hadn’t quite had the time to shave before her last minute flight. “Can we at least go inside first? It’s hot,” she mused.

His fingers brushed along her waist, viridiana eyes scanning her face, finally able to take her in fully since she arrived. Shades of crimson painted her cheeks, flushed from the sun and being flustered; her bottom lip sat between her teeth, toying with it; and her brow sat quirked, knowing he was staring rather than bothering to act on her inquiry, only prompting a smile.

Eren had seen her in couture make up, fresh off the runway, through the screen of his phone, on billboards—and so many other ways. But nothing topped the moment he got to see her right off the plane after not seeing her for weeks at a time, he was almost certain it was when he felt she looked the most beautiful. Something about the way it made his heart do a little flip, seeing her for the first time in what felt like an eternity, reminding of him of when he saw her for the very first time all over again. Even if she felt she looked a little disheveled, or her eyes a little tired—it never lost the novelty—he didn’t think it ever would.

The corners of his mouth turned up. “I’m sorry,” he said, breaking free of her hold. “Feels like—” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “—I haven’t—” a kiss to her nose, “—seen you in forever—” a kiss to her cheek, “—and I just—” a kiss to her lips, “—really missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she said through giggles. “But for real, let’s go inside. I’m getting bit by bugs—this is the one thing I never miss about here.”

“Okay, okay,” he finally conceded, helping her up from against the porch.

The two made the trek inside, Eren carrying her few belongings up the stairs, Mikasa following close behind him. “Hey, let me put this up for you and we can eat,” he said as they walked up the stairs. “I know you probably haven’t eaten since before your flight.”

“What’d you make for us?” She mused.

“Vodka pasta—without all the extra vodka,” he teased, referring to her poor cooking skills. “We can go out if you wanna get drunk, my love.”

Her face scrunched into a scowl. “That was one time! Are you ever gonna let that go? We can’t all be good cooks; I’m good at plenty of other things,” she pouted.

“I know you are,” he winked over his shoulder before walking toward the spare room down the hall from his own.

Mikasa stopped in front of his bedroom confused. “Hey, where are you going?” She asked.

“Oh, come in here!” He called from the other room. It only took a few moments before she appeared in the door frame, her brows furrowed in confusion. “I put your clothes in the closet in this room,” he said with an accomplished grin. “Now you have more space for all your clothes, and there’s an extra dresser in here too.”

He motioned toward the closet with her rows of clothes hanging neatly, almost organized exactly like how she had left it when it was in his closet. After almost a year of being together, she had amassed a collection of clothes in Eren’s closet after all the back and forth between New York and Texas, leaving little pieces of herself in the form of her closet here with Eren. Over time, her clothes had taken over Eren’s own closet, leaving him with little to no space of his own, his closet overrun with a collection of designer, couture, and PR—a thing he didn’t know existed prior to meeting Mikasa.

There were a few moments of silence before he saw her lip turn up, big steel eyes glossing over.

“O-oh, thank you, Eren,” she uttered, looking through the closet filled with her clothes, fingers threading through the perfectly arranged items, almost as if she had done it herself.

He eyed her with intent, questioning her sudden change in demeanor. It was always obvious when Mikasa was bothered by something, her emotions right on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Eren asked.

Mikasa bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes softening. “You don’t wanna share a closet with me anymore?”

A chuckle escaped his lips, her question catching him off guard. “Mikasa, you’re upset because I don’t wanna share a closet with you anymore?” He teased, walking toward her, bringing her into his hold. “I thought you’d like having your own space, you always hate when I leave all your stuff folded messy because I’m trying to find my stuff anyways,” he chuckled.

“W-well yea, but…” she started, her lip stuck between her teeth as she pondered how to phrase what it is she wanted to say. “I liked sharing one with you. It makes me feel like… like we’re more serious. Like I have a more permanent place here, I guess.”

His fingers tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, a smile stretching across his face. This is the woman he loves—always one for theatrics and antics he could never quite predict, but he wouldn’t have her any other way. “Mikasa, don’t you think that me giving you an entire room in my house shows how permanent I think you are in my life?” He mused. “I think that’s a bit more serious than the few feet of closet space you had before. This is your home too, so you should have a space that reflects that, more than just something that’s shared.”

“You’re gonna make me cry—I was just being dramatic at first. But now here you are being all sweet,” she laughed through teary eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Now let’s go eat—it’s been three weeks since you’ve had something other than Door Dash.”

“You’re terrible, you know that?”

[melishade]

prompt #25

This ask game

TFP Kids in AOP. Jack, Miko, and Raf doing something nice for the Survey Corps

Sasha could smell it and it was distracting her. She was consistently sniffing the air, the ground, the walls. Where was that damn smell coming from?!

The 104th stared in confusion at Sasha's manic gestures. They wanted to know what was going on, but they were afraid to ask.

"Is something wrong?" Optimus asked as he approached the 104th in his holoform with Hanji and Levi.

"Sasha's acting like some rabid animal," Jean answered lamely.

"Quite manic," Hanji commented before their gaze turned to the crowd, "Odd, I thought Jack, Miko, and Raf would be with you guys."

"I thought you kidnapped Raf again and Jack and Miko had to chase you down," Eren retorted dryly.

"Hey!" Hanji was offended at the jab, but Levi shook his head, signaling them to accept defeat. They shouldn't have even tried that in the first place.

Sasha snapped her head upwards and grinned. "I got you."

Sasha made a mad dash towards the kitchen, prompting the others to follow her. When Sasha reached the kitchen door and swung it wide open, she took a step forward. But she yelled as a rope snagged around her ankle and hoisted her upside down in the air. Sasha yelled in frustration, trying her best to get down but to no avail. The Survey Corps were surprised to see Sasha dangling like that, but their gaze fell to what was inside.

Jack, Miko, and Rafael were hard at work in the kitchen. Jack seemed to be keeping a close eye on a pot of chopped potatoes boiling over a fire, stirring it over and over again with a wooden spoon. Miko was peeling potatoes with a knife, seemingly whistling a tune in the process. Meanwhile, Rafael was working over another fire, boiling some water and filtering some of the contents of the water out with paper. Atop the table at the center of the kitchen rested a tray of potatoes cooked very differently compared to what they were used to. It wasn't boiled at all, and it looked like it was chopped into tiny sticks, or fried into small circles. They spotted both oil and salt on the table next to the stuff, but how they got the oil was clearly a mystery. They saw different vegetables on the table as well, clearly they were experimenting with something.

Rafael stopped what he was doing and noticed Sasha hanging from the trap. "Oh, that was meant for Hanji."

"Stop making jabs at me!" Hanji ordered.

"Stop trying to kidnap me," Rafael stated.

"It's probably good that this is holding Sasha," Connie proclaimed.

"Connie get me down from here! Let me enjoy paradise!" Sasha demanded.

"I'm not letting you hog whatever this is!" Connie yelled.

"What the hell is this anyway?" Levi demanded.

"While this world is cool when it comes to medieval spidermen and kaiju transformations," Miko began dramatically, the back of her hand over her head.

"We miss food from our world and the island's food is bland," Jack went straight to the point as he tapped the wooden spoon against the pot, "So we're making chips and fries with what we have."

"Chips and fries?" Armin questioned.

"It's just two different ways to cook potatoes," Jack explained, "I made french fries all the time back on Earth when I worked at a fast food place."

"We usually get chips already ready in bags and we're trying to add some flavor, like onions and limes, so a few of our attempts might be botched," Rafael warned, "At the very least, those Marleyan ships have quite a bit of food we can use."

"I want to try!" Sasha pleaded.

"Okie dokie!" Miko set down her peeled potato and snagged one french fry from the table. She walked over and kneeled down to Sasha's face before putting the french fry in her open mouth. Sasha gasped in shock at the saltiness and warmth of the fried potato. The huntress bawled tears of joy as she chewed the delicious treat.

"I'M IN HEAVEN!" Sasha sobbed.

"Hey, I want to try!" Jean exclaimed.

"Yeah, me too!" Connie agreed.

"Sooooo, what are you making?" Hanji slid over to Rafael with a sly grin.

Optimus watched from afar as the Survey Corps chatted and ate snacks with his old human allies. A few were helping Miko peel potatoes, some were listening to Jack talk about his old job as he got the fries out of the pot. And Rafael was explaining how to make salt with the ocean's water. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of the 104th's faces turning sour at some of the potato chips with lime on them. However, the captain appeared to like the lime-flavored chips, taking a small bowl and chewing quietly. He did hear the captain grumble about a mess the food was making, but he didn't stop their fun. Sasha consistently tried to scarf down more fries and chips, but consistently had to be held back by Mikasa so everyone got their fair share.

"I'm curious," Hanji began as they grabbed the bottle of oil from the table, "How did you get this? Oil is extremely rare and meant for people in the inner circle. You've even used some salt, even though Rafael appears to be making some just fine."

"The better question is, Commandant." Miko approached the Commander before glaring at them, "Are you going to snitch on us?"

"Snitch on you about what?" Everyone was surprised at Levi playing dumb, but the captain merely continued to eat his fill, "It could use less salt."

(Okay, someone asked about 38, but the rest is free game!)

[sunlightandsuffering]

Late as fuck Mikasa birthday drabble that I don't love lol ! I always miss my enemies AU, they're honestly hilarious. Mikasa breaking his arm and wanting to sign his cast will never not be iconic to me ! ALSO MIGHT MAKE THEM FIANCE'S, I DID HERE, MIGHT AS WELL RIGHT! “Nice gun.” It sounds like a bad pickup line, a shitty attempt to get into her pants, and well, it totally is, but the guy lingering around her Uncle’s bar also isn’t wrong. “Thanks,” she comments casually, trailing a finger over the condensation on her glass, “It was a gift.” 

At this, the guy snorts, an eyebrow raised almost into his hairline, “Someone got you a baby pink Glock as a gift?” 

Mikasa shrugs innocently, tucking the very poorly concealed weapon further into the waistband of her jeans, she’d just come back from intimidating a rival gang member, okay? She’d needed it, she doesn’t just carry her gun around with her like a monster, it’s not even loaded, it's solely for intimidating purposes. Plus, she looks very pretty waving it around while Connie and Reiner stand menacingly behind her, where’s the fun in being a mob princess if she can’t play a little? But the story of how she got her pink Glock is one that she looks upon perhaps a little too fondly, even more so when she catches Eren’s eye over her would-be suitor’s head, a little smirk on his face that he can’t hide, having heard their whole discussion. 

She doesn’t know if she should be embarrassed that he’s heard, or say fuck it and drag him to the back room all over again like she did when she was gifted the gun in the first place. 

2 Years Ago 

“So you’re not even going to wish me a happy birthday?” Mikasa asks somewhat petulantly, trying not to let the whine creep into her voice, not to show just how perturbed she is that he’s the only one so far who hasn’t wished her a happy birthday. For fuck’s sake, Connie, his number two had sent her a giant stuffed teddy bear, and she can barely get a happy birthday from him, her supposed fiancé? Eren barks out a disbelieving laugh, “Mikasa you broke my arm last month, I just got out of the cast, which, by the way, still fucking hurts–” “You had it coming to you.” “I had to learn how to shoot with my left hand!” 

Mikasa scoffs, “You love being ambidextrous, I haven’t heard you shut up about it since.” “Because it’s fucking cool! But that’s beside the point, we’re in a gang Mikasa, I get shot at semi-regularly, and you didn’t even apologize!” At this, Mikasa shoots him a glare, “I did so.” “When?” Eren snaps and Mikasa studiously looks away, “I helped you out a few times.” 

Eren balks at her, his mouth hanging open, and she thinks rather smugly that for once in his life he actually looks a little stupid, rather than the unfairly good-looking visage she’s used to. 

“You demanded to sign my cast and threatened to break my other arm,” Eren tells her glibly and Mikasa frowns, her brow furrowing up in a way her mother would scold her for, yelling about forehead wrinkles and botox. “That’s not what I’m talking about,” Mikasa snarks back, before lowering her voice to a whisper, “I’m talking about after.”

Eren arches a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a wicked smirk crossing his lips, those eyes gleaming in delight as he recalls that particular night, “Oh that.” 

“Yes,” Mikasa hisses, “That.”

That had been Mikasa jerking Eren off in the backroom, out of the goodness of her heart of course, because he might be ambidextrous now, but he hadn’t been then, and well, who was she to refuse him? That would just be cruel, and really why use his non-dominant arm when both of hers were readily available… and her mouth too, that had also been very available to him. 

“Well that,” Eren smiles fondly, his eyes glazing over a bit as he thinks about it, a small affectionate smile gracing his lips, “That was just good business Miki, payback for breaking my arm in the first place.” She smacks his now healed broken arm, vibrating with fury, “That was me helping you out, you asshole!” Eren scoffs, his smile morphing into a pout, “It wasn’t I had to practically beg–” “As you should!” Mikasa huffs and Eren growls in irritation at being interrupted, “Mikasa!” 

“You’re not even going to wish me a happy birthday?” She finishes sadly, a hint of genuine sadness creeping into her tone, she does have feelings, and he is supposed to be her fiancé. "After all i've done for you." Eren groans, “Oh my god.” Mikasa sniffles, just a little, not allowing the tears to fall, her head turned away, she’d always thought they had this very charming back and forth, that when they finally wed it wouldn’t be so bad, that maybe, just maybe they could fall in love and all the sexual chemistry they had would be put to good use. 

Her lower lip quivers just a little and Eren sighs deeply beside her, an arm hooking around her neck and dragging her towards him, “You’re such a fucking brat.” “I am not!” She protests, but she is silenced with a rough kiss to her lips, and as usual, he tastes like good whisky and a hint of mint, familiar. She melts into him, her hands finding the soft strands of hair gathered at the nape of his neck, digging into the silky whisps. Eren grunts as she tries to climb into his lap, because fuck it, this can be her birthday present. But to her dismay, Eren keeps her firmly planted in her spot next to him, his arm weighing heavy around her shoulders and his other hand buried firmly between her thighs, teasing her whilst at the same time keeping her in place. 

She pulls back questioningly, her lips swollen, silver eyes catching on soft reverent green ones, “Eren what are you–” “Happy Birthday,” he mumbles and before Mikasa can say another word he’s pulling a gun from the waist band of his jeans and she’s shocked to see it’s not his own, it’s definitely not his own. It’s bright pink, almost candy coloured, like a barbie and Mikasa gasps as he places it in her lap. It’s slightly bejewelled around the handle, and if it was anyone else, it would be the gaudiest thing she’s ever received, she’d fucking hate it. But Eren knows her far too well, probably better than he should if she’s being honest, and Mikasa squeals as she snatches it from his grasp. It’s impractical and ridiculous, and the silliest things she’s ever received, but she absolutely loves it. What says mob princess more than a pink fucking gun? 

“I love it,” she tells him seriously and Eren lets out an audible exhale, “Good, because that shit was embarrassing to ask about, do you know Jean almost laughed me out of the arms room?” Mikasa laughs in delight, checking him with her shoulder lightly before she cuddles in, enamoured with her gift, fingers trailing excitedly over the Swarovski crystals embedded in the handle, just before the grip so as not to be uncomfortable to hold. “If you lose it you’re not getting another one,” Eren tells her firmly and she leans up in a rush to press a kiss to his cheek in thanks. “Thanks,” she tells him softly, her other hand slipping down to lace their fingers together, she’s not often this affectionate, this loving with her rival turned husband-to-be.

But really, it’s Eren, he deserves a reward for this.

“Happy birthday,” he winks and Mikasa laughs, setting the gun on the table, “You were totally just afraid to give it to me weren’t you, that’s why you haven’t talked to me all day?” Eren scowls, “Why do you have to ruin everything, I was not!” 

“You totally were, I bet you’ve been agonizing over when to give it to me all day.” “I wasn’t,” He insists, and Mikasa cackles deviously, “You so were.” 

“Whatever, we’re even now, Ackerman.” She laughs in delight, pressing another kiss to his cheek, they are so not even, they are never even and that’s just how she likes it. “Don’t make me break your other arm, Yeager.” “At least it won’t be my dick this time, Ackerman.” She presses her lips together to hide her smile, “Now I know you’re not upset about that.” “Still pisses me off that I’m not the first one you broke,” Eren mumbles grumpily, and she buries her face in his shoulder because she can’t wipe the fucking smile off her face, he’d been so damn pouty about that. 

“I can break it again,” she breathes huskily against his neck, and he hums contemplatively. 

“I’d like to see you try.” 

“Back room, ten minutes.”

[arminsumi]

Misbehaving

Oneshot | MDNI | Eren

Aboard the zeppelin home to Paradis, you and Eren get a bit heated.

⚠️Cws; spicy SMUT 🌶️, enemies-to-lovers trope, lowkey angst

Notes; fem!reader, reader is implied to be pretty short, canon au

⚠️💦Smut cws; slight dubcon, slight roughplay, creampie, unprotected sex, throatholding/choking, 'i'm a big girl, i can take it' type thing, hate-fucking, mean dirty talk, half-clothed sex

"God damn you." You said to Eren.

He was sat in the secluded compartment of the zeppelin, his gaze plastered on the floor, head tilted forward letting loose strands of hair fall over his face.

You hated his indifference and silence. He was so far removed from the Eren you used to know; a loud-mouthed, enthusiastic comrade. Even though you never really got along with that Eren in the past, the way he was now got on your nerves even more.

"What are you all worked up about?"

You looked at him, appalled. Surely he's joking, right? No, he can't be, even the old Eren wasn't the type to joke around.

"Are you serious? Do you have any idea what you did tonight?" You raged quietly.

He looked at you. "You're not in a position to judge me, so don't even start."

You felt something light up inside you. It took all your strength to refrain from taking after Levi and kicking the boy in front of you.

"You've always had unresolved issues." You sighed, "Who the hell thought any plan would work with you? God damn brat." You spat.

Eren's eyes narrowed, "Since when do you speak like Levi?"

"He is Captain Levi!" You furrow your brows at him, "Don't you address him with that kind of disrespect."

Meanness glinted in his green eyes.

"Sorry, Y/n." He said, missing your title to purposefully disrespect you.

You swallow sharply. You can feel your rage building up in your throat.

"You call me that again and I'll tell the Captain." You said.

Eren suppressed a scoff, "You'll tell the Captain? You sound like a scared little cadet, not an officer." he insulted.

You tried to seem menacing, and stood with your chin held high, close to where he sat. But he was more menacing than you could ever be, even with his legs spread out nonchalantly and his hair sloppily spilling over his face.

"I bet," He piped up, "That underneath this big girl façade, you're scared shitless of me, just like everyone else."

"No way I am!" Your voice cracked, both due to anger and scaredness.

Eren saw your composure was beginning to slip, and rose from his seat to his full height. He looked colossal to you.

"Oh yeah? Are you gonna keep lying to yourself, thinking you're a big girl?" He asked heavily. Traces of sensuality lingered in his tone.

"Yeah..." You tried to retort, but your voice became small.

Eren drew closer to you, his whole aura intimidating you, keeping your eyes wide as if on alert for danger.

"What do you think you're doing? You can't stand up to your superior like this – " You choked up.

"Oh, sorry," Eren's eyes bored into yours, "Am I disrespecting you?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, you damn bastard. You're misbehaving." You strain to speak. He's overpowering you, closing in the distance.

"That's awful." He said, harshly grabbing for your arms and spinning you around.

You let out a gasp and felt your chest collide with the cold walls of the zeppelin.

"Eren!" You scolded, "Let go, I'll be fucking condemned by Levi if I get caught doing this with you here!" You whined.

"That's Captain Levi to you." Eren turned your words on you, "I'll be telling him about how badly you're misbehaving. Really, how can you be this disrespectful to your superiors?"

You felt him pressing close to your body, his hard on pressing into your ass. You just about melted feeling his warmth, you ached to be this close to him, you had to admit, as much as you hated his guts there was something magnetic about him.

"Eren, you dick!" You complained against the wall, feeling your hot breath fan your own face.

He looked down at your little body, pressing tighter against it, "What are you complaining about? You're rubbing against me like you want me."

You couldn't even respond. He was completely right. You were backing up into him, grinding needily against his bulge. Even the slight friction of your tight uniform had you getting hot, and Eren knew it.

"You're getting a bit worked up, huh?" He smirked to himself, "Do you want me?"

"Don't be ridiculous..." You mumble, craning your neck to look up at him from behind.

Just that sight had him throbbing. You could feel his outline pressing into your ass while he stared down at you lustfully.

For a second you decided to put your pride and professionalism aside, and indulged in a dirty, hot kiss with him. His taste was entrancing, it was impossible to stop once you started.

Eren brought two big hands to your body; one held your throat and kept you in this pretty position, and the other played with your thighs. He loved seeing your back arch like that for him, even if he didn't say it.

As soon as his mouth pulled off of yours, he started running it again, "Hey, what was that you were telling me about misbehaving?"

You sighed erotically against him, your body succumbing to the pleasant touch of his fingertips against your clit. He pressed and rubbed in languid circles.

"Don't get quiet on me now, you were so verbal earlier. You surely can't be this weak that a little bit of touching shuts you up?" He spoke venomously in your ear.

"God damn you..." You muttered. He tightened his grasp on your throat, pulling you closer to his firm chest.

"Wanna say that louder?"

You didn't respond, and just looked up into his eyes.

He smirked, and asked you something that he knew would scramble your brain, "Wanna feel it inside?"

Your eyes widened excitedly. He heard your breath get caught in your throat, oh that's cute, he thought, but to you he just looked condescending.

"Is that a yes or no?" He asked flatly.

"Y-yes." You answered in a small voice.

"Mhm, thought so." He chuckled.

His hands impatiently peeled yours and his pants off. You let out a gasp feeling his length rest bare against your ass.

"God damn," Eren commented, feeling how messy and wet you were, "Are you okay?" He asked sarcastically.

"Don't tease, I hate it!" You whined, squirming when his fingers went to play on your clit.

"You mean you love it? You're shaking. Oh, or are you still scared of me? Is that why you're shaking?" He joked.

"Asshole! I'm not scared of you." You responded annoyedly.

"Liar."

He kept playing until suddenly he pressed his hot tip into you. You reactively squirmed to feel more, so he placed his hand back around your throat to keep you in position.

"Eren!" You gasped when he pressed deeper inside.

God damn, you cursed inside your head. Why was it that the one person you hated most was able to stretch you out so deliciously?

"Shit, you're big." You muttered against his lips. That made his ego swell.

"Yeah? Am I?" He asked, pushing deeper inside.

"Fuck!" You cried out, "I can't take all of it!" You said, knowing full well that you loved it and that you only wanted to fuel his ego more.

"I thought you were a big girl? What happened?" Eren spoke into your ear.

You tried to respond, but got caught up in the feeling of him moving in and out of you.

Before you could formulate a retort, Eren was banging you hard against the wall, pressing a dirty kiss to your lips.

He definitely knew what he was doing, holding you tight like a lover and taking deep strokes. He was completely destroying you and you loved it every bit of it.

"Eren..." You mewled.

He got your head spinning with pleasure, everything was getting hot. All you could smell in the air was sex and his scent.

"Yeah? What?" He responded bitterly.

"Fuck – ah – that's so good, l-love it." You whined, drawing out the last word while he fucked into you deliciously.

"Yeah?" He breathed heavily. You thought your words would feed his inflated ego, but something changed in his tone.

Maybe he was just high on the feeling of you squeezing him so tight, but he seemed to be looking at you tenderly.

Your uniform felt so tight, you were sweating so much with him it was almost uncomfortable. His hand kept a tight hold on your throat, and you kept your body in an erotic arch for him.

"Eren, I'm gonna cum." You cried shamelessly.

"Of course you are. You can't handle much, can you?"

"No." You admitted in a long moan.

Eren almost admitted that he wanted to see you finish for him, but instead he suppressed a moan and kept thrusting in and out with deep, hard strokes.

You panted his name, feeling your relief wash over you like a harsh tidal wave. Eren kept your body safe against his own while you shook from pleasure.

Feeling you climax around him pulled out a deep moan from him, and he couldn't help but spill everything he's got inside you.

"Mmm, Eren, I love you." You admitted, drunk on the feeling of your high and the sensation of being filled up by him.

He stuttered, unsure about what he just heard. Maybe he was imagining it. In fact, he convinced himself that you didn't say that.

The two of you panted, your bodies close together while you absorbed the afterglow of your orgasms.

It felt like he was holding you like a lover.

After a long, motionless silence, the two of you quietly dressed and composed yourself.

"Eren?" You called out his name unsurely.

"Yeah?" He responded wearily.

You weren't sure what words would get through a stubborn boy like him, so you walked over and laid a kiss on him.

He looked up at you like a lost puppy. He almost seemed to be on the verge of tears. All he wanted to really say to you, he figured out, was that he missed you desperately during his time in Marley.

[naussensei]

Teacher Levi

When he entered the classroom the students were all either sitting on their desks or standing by the window, watching some football match happening. Paper planes and snack wrappings were scattered all over the floor already and it wasn’t even lunch time yet.

“Away from the window, now.” He yelled as soon as he entered, throwing his thick book on the desk with a loud bang that had all eyes on him. “Class has started.”

The students began to move slowly, watching him with weary eyes as they murmured things Levi could not care less about right now.

“Ok, someone’s woke up with the wrong foot this morning.” Said Ymir as she took a seat in front of Levi.

“Did you forget your coffee, Lee?” Asked Armin.

“Silence,” he groaned. He had indeed not had enough time to make himself a coffee between classes, because of the stupid photocopier, but that was not the only reason for his foul mood.

He scanned the classroom quickly, walking through the aisles as he ran a finger through the desks.

“This class is disgusting, you should be ashamed. It’s your classroom, you can’t expect the janitors to clean up after your mess all the time, that’s fucking rude. Their job is to maintain the cleanliness, not to keep up with your filthy habits.”

The students rolled their eyes, and readied for what they knew would be a long sermon, only to then claim innocence when the time to clean up came.

“Excuse me, sir,” said Historia, puting her hand up, “but I don’t think it’s fair for all of us to listen to this speech if it’s the same few people who always make a mess.”

There was chattering again, and Levi could feel the veins pop in his forehead.

“Teacher’s pet is right,” said Eren, without bothering putting his hand up to speak. “I’m not picking up after someone else’s shit. It’s always Jean and his football friends making a mess.”

Jean turned violently, he was about to stand and open his mouth when Levi held him down by his shoulders.

“Silence, I’m not done speaking,” Levi said, “this is the problem with you all. You don’t act like classmates and you keep blaming each other and fighting for the smallest things. Nobody takes responsibility for anything. You are all part of this class, so you’re all responsible, I don’t care who made the mess. Somebody has to clean, and it’s not going to be me.”

Confused and annoyed faces stared at him, then at each other, but nobody else dared protest.

“So?” Levi crossed his arms against his chest, the last bit of patience leaving his body, “who’s going to stay to clean this shit up? Huh? Nobody? Should I choose, then?”

The was a round of laughter, but it didn’t last long after they saw Levi’s serious face.

“I’m not telling any jokes, so I don’t know why you’re laughing. Are you stupid or what? You think this is funny?”

Some students snorted as they attempted to restrain their laugh.

“What’s wrong Lee?” Said Connie, “had a fight with your girlfriend or something?” He laughed and the whole class laughed with him.

“Thank you for volunteering, Springer. I’ll see you after class with a mop and a bucket.”

“No!”

The class laughed again, but this time Connie didn’t. He sank back into his chair and elbowed Sasha, muttering a curse as she continued to laugh.

“Miss Braus looks like she wants to join you.”

Sasha’s smile was instantly wiped off her face. He was now shaking her head eagerly.

“Anyone else feels like cleaning after class?”

The whole class went now silent.

Levi turned, and began to write some questions on the board mindlessly. He was in no mood to try anything innovative for his class today. He’s just have them read and copy from the board and go to hell.

There was quiet mumbling again behind his back, not loud enough for a Levi to stop writing, though he kept his ears sharp all the same.

“I heard someone say he argued with Mr. Smith,” someone whispered. “They haven’t sat together at lunch since the trip.”

“Who said that?” Levi turned suddenly, but everyone was sitting straight in their chairs and copying.

He turned to the board again and there was soft giggling.

“More like who hasn’t,” he heard Jean whisper discreetly, but Levi’s ears were sharp. The piece of challenge he was writing with cracked in his hand. He turned, and fired it at Jean.

“Hey!” Jean jumped in his seat as the chalk landed with precision in the middle of his forehead.

“Kierschtein,” Levi played with the remaining of the chalk in his hand, ready for a second shot. “Page 159. Read. Now.”

“Jeez, fine,” the boy flipped the pages with one hand, rubbed his forehead with the other, then turned to Marco by his side. “What’s wrong with him today?”

“Kirsten!”

“Fine! Ok! I said ok! Jesus…”

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