#but then again eren wouldn’t even tell light his name

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hiiiii!! i really love your blog and i was wondering if i could request aot characters being jealous?? 🫶🫶

Hiiii anon! 🫶 This was such a fun request to write, thank you for sharing it with me! Hope you enjoy this!🪷

aot characters being jealous 🤨

warnings: eren kinda needs to be slapped, alcohol consumption in mikasa’s word count: 4,1k includes: eren, armin, mikasa, connie, jean, reiner, bertholdt, hange, erwin a/n: idk why i decided to call bertholdt bertie, idk if i’ve done that before but in my head, that’s his name (apart from birth control, burrito, boruto, boomshakalaka and the lot)

You don’t need me to tell you that Eren will pick up a fight if he gets the slightest clue that he doesn’t have your undivided attention. You smiled at the waiter? What for? Was he to your liking? Why are you on the phone again? I’m here with you, no need to speak with anyone else. He’s too possessive and even though that’s a trait you liked at first, it was steadily choking you. It’s not that he wouldn’t allow you to do things like go out or be on the phone with people he didn’t know personally, but he’d made it his life mission to get to know all of your friends or to always check on you when you weren’t together. He did demand that you sent him pictures and videos of where you were or who you were with though. The final straw was when you caught him going through your phone. You’d spent the night together and you’d just woken up. But it felt too early. Your body was still stiff from not getting the rest you needed and your eyelids felt heavy. You lazily turned over and reached for his warm body, draping your arm around his waist. “You up, y/n?” You responded with a mumble that could mean anything, slowly drifting into sleep again. You were woken by the buzzing of a phone along with a constant turn on and off of a white light. You opened your eyes and realised it was just Eren on your phone… Going through YOUR messages! “Eren what the fuck?” You snapped awake and yelled as best as you could, your voice raspy with sleep. “No worries, y/n, you’re clean.” He said matter-of-factly, still checking some more messages. “What the hell? Of course I’m clean! Why would you do that?” You screamed and snatched your phone from his hands, practically stepping all over him in order to reach the device. “Just had to make sure, y/n!” “When you want to make sure you ask me, you don’t go through my private stuff!”

Armin is so the type to be silently jealous. He notices that you’re smiling while on your phone or that maybe you were extra careful about your hair and make up but he doesn’t voice his concern. He’ll simply compliment you on your looks and on the outfit you picked. He’ll even go as far as to wish you a good time. The entire time when you’re gone, he’ll check your socials, see if you’ve posted anything or if any of your mutual friends has posted you on their stories. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t text you any more than what he normally would. What if he made you suspicious of his behaviour? Then he wouldn’t be able to find anything out! When you’re finally home – much later than usual – he pretends to still be working on his laptop. Unfazed, he asks you about your night out, did you have fun? Where did you go? Did you like that place? The little shit will even ask you to cuddle him while you tell him all about your night. “You know what, I can’t keep it a secret any longer, Armin. I’m sorry you weren’t invited, but me and the girls were helping Ymir propose to Historia, she even hired a photographer and the lot! She’ll tell you all about it soon, I’m sure they’re busy having fun right now!” Armin looked back at you, startled. It all checked out! If Ymir had hired professionals for the proposal, then it’d make sense that you were too meticulous about your appearance or why you never posted anything about tonight. “Wow, y/n… I feel so stupid now… I literally thought you’d gone on a date, I was losing my mind over here!” He pulled you closer with his arm around your neck and kissed the top of your head. “First of all, why would I ever cheat on you?” You pulled away from the soft lock he held you in and removed his laptop from his legs to set it on the living room table in front of you. “And secondly, if I was to cheat, do you really think you’d be able to tell this easily?” You smirked at him and noticed the colour draining from his face. “Y/n, don’t say that, it’s not funny. How’d you do it then?” He requested to which you only laughed. “You’ll spoil the fun if you know beforehand! Let’s just say I’d be way more smart than getting ready for my lover in front of you!” “Y/n you don’t mean that! Say you don’t mean that!” He said, his voice annoyed but also not too confident. Were you being honest? He had to know!

You didn’t know Mikasa could get jealous, but you found out about it that one time you got monumentally drunk. Hanging out for a beer was normal for your friend group, even though it wasn’t always possible for all of you to actually gather. When you did, it was the best night out! Normally, you’d let Mikasa catch up with Eren and Armin while you focused on the people you didn’t get to see quite as often. It was a short break for you and Mikasa, a deal you’d both agreed to keep when you were with your mutual friends. You were catching up with Connie and Historia and lost yourself in your conversations, your laughters. You didn’t know what number beer you’d just chugged, but you three were ordering another round, cackling at one of Connie’s hilarious jokes as you raised your hand towards the waiter. You noticed Mikasa eyeing you from the table she occupied with Eren. She gave you a crooked smile and a thumbs up, but she seemed a bit weird. You completely forgot about the look on her face the moment your pints landed in front of you on the table. “Cheers to us!” Yelled Connie as he raised his pint in the air, clinking it with your and Historia’s. You were so giddy with the beer, your jokes and the laughs you were sharing that you felt like hugging them. Sliding your arms around their shoulders, you pulled them both closer to you, your heads banging in the process. “I really love you guys! We should do this more often!” Connie and Historia intertwined their arms as well, forming an odd three-way hug. “We really should, y/n! Mikasa! Come, join our group hug!” Historia exclaimed breaking contact with you as Mikasa slid in the narrow space between the two of you. “It’s time to go, y/n.” She said, not joining in the hug and reaching for the place where yours and Connie’s arm were touching to pull them apart. “Mikasa NO! Let’s stay, we’re having so much fun!” You offered her a sip from your beer but she only glared at you with red eyes. “Y/n. It’s late. You’re drunk. We’re going home!” She demanded. She stood up before you could say anything and helped you on your feet as well, moving a bit further from the table you were previously sat at. “I don’t wanna leave just yet, Mikasa! Why can’t we stay?” You felt yourself slurring the words. Maybe Mikasa was right. How many beers did you have anyway? “Y/n, you’re drunk and when that happens you start… Hugging people...” She fixed your hair as she asked Historia about your jacket and bag. “What’s wrong with hugging my friends, Mikasa? Just because you and Eren and Armin never hug, doesn’t mean I’m not gonna hug you know?” You protested as she helped you put on your jacket and awkwardly hang your bag on your shoulder. “Nothing wrong with hugging, y/n. But after that, you start making out with people and I’m not particularly fond of that.” You stood still as you realised what she was saying. “That’s unfair, Mikasa! That hasn’t happened since the night we got together!” “That’s my point, y/n! You made out with me because you were drunk! You said so yourself! You were too scared to ask me out!” She was being serious, that much you could tell. You smirked at her and she raised an eyebrow. “So, Mikasa… Is this your way to say you wanna make out or something?”

Connie doesn’t get jealous, not how you’d expect one to get jealous at least. He’s too cocky for this type of behaviour. Even if he had ‘signs’ that you might be unfaithful, he’d play along with you. Questions like “How’s that new man of yours been doing?” were a common occurrence whenever he thought he had clues pointing to that. You were fed up with his stupidity. Joking about it once was funny, but having him try to persuade you that you were having a secret affair was too much. It was getting rather annoying, so you confronted him about it, asking him if he really believed you weren’t loyal to him. Of course, Connie just laughs at this, which annoys you tenfold. “Why would you even cheat on me? I’m giving you everything you ask for!” Cocky. “That’s exactly my point, Connie! I’m not cheating on you, I’ve no reason to! Why do you go on with this stupid game of yours? Are you cheating and trying to pin it on me instead? This is too much of a mindfuck for me to fathom!” Connie’s eyes grew wider at your confession, he noticed how you were being serious about this, how you were actually upset. “Hey, hey… I just thought it was funny, you know? Just messing with you a bit… I never meant for it to get this far, I’m sorry I didn’t realise sooner…” He pulled you closer and gave you a hug, then a soft peck on your temple. “Where did you even get the idea? What did I do?” You inquired, eager to properly sort this out. “Ah, I don’t know… You’re always laughing on the phone. But like too much… I usually brush it off, it might be some of your friends. But then you started getting annoyed at me whenever I commented on that, so I kept pushing.” You sighed, not yet leaving his arms as he rested his head on top of yours. “Well Connie, had the allegations been true, I’d be cheating on you with funny cat videos on TikTok.” You admitted and laughed with how silly you’d both been about this misunderstanding. “Wait, y/n, that’s actually quite the rival! You’re not allowed to watch any more cat videos from now on!” He joked and poked your cheek. “Unless we watch them together, of course!”

Jean gets jealous alright. The thing is, he’s having such a hard time admitting it. You’ve been spending extra time with some childhood friends of yours that were back in town for the weekend, so you told Jean you wouldn’t be much around. After all, you didn’t get to see those people often. What with living in different cities, working and the lot, it was difficult. Jean was understanding, of course, Jean is nothing if not understanding and loving towards you. But it was eating him from the inside out. It wasn’t even noon yet and you’d been with your friends for around 3 hours by now. No texts, no calls. Yet, you were extremely active on social media. And one of your friends looked really cute. The kind of cute you’d go for. After some digging – yes, he even checked your facebook page back from 2012 – he found out that you two had actually dated… For an entire year?? Why wouldn’t you mention that one of the people you were to meet was an ex? Sure, he’d mind it anyway, but he’d rather know in advance than have to find out about it himself! “Hey please call me when you see this y/n!” He texted. A few minutes passed and you hadn’t even read the text. “It’s urgent, please call me!!!” Still no response. After a series of emojis aiming to get your attention, you finally check your phone and let him know that you’d call him in a couple of minutes. As patient as he could be - he couldn’t. His foot was tapping like crazy, the nail of his thumb displayed visible damage from his insistent biting and nibbling. The phone rang and Jean had never in his life picked up as fast as now. “Hey Jean! What’s wrong? Everything alright?” You asked, still not quite sure what this was about. “Why didn’t you tell me you and that guy were dating when you were younger?” Your laughter was the only answer he’d get for a few seconds. “I’m serious, y/n! You should’ve told me!” “Jean, okay, how did you even find out about this?” “That’s what’s troubling you, y/n? I checked your facebook! I had to know who I’ up against!” “Jean, you’re being dramatic. Tell me, mr detective guy, why would I tell you about a guy I was dating when I was 15? That doesn’t even count as a relationship!” Jean didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t realised he’d scrolled that far back or that it might have been a minor thing. Realising he had no reason to be jealous, he apologised for the hundreds of emojis he’d sent you earlier. “No need to apologise, Jean! It’s fine, really! Just… Check the dates when you do your digging, okay?” “Hope I won’t need to again, y/n. Have fun with your friends!”

Reiner is the type of jealous person that kinda loses it and panics. He’s not even sure why he’s acting like this. You’ve reassured him close to a million times, yet he can’t shake the thought out of his head. The audacity of that person to comment an aubergine emoji on your recent post was simply the cherry on top of his list of insecurities. “Reiner! Snap out of it!” You had to actually snap your fingers and wave your palm in front of his face to pull him out of his trance. “Sorry, sorry, y/n, I just… That was so… I don’t know, it still bugs me...” Sighing, you leaned over him, placing your head on his shoulder. “I deleted the comment and blocked them. You can check my phone if it makes you feel any better. But anyway, that person had no reason to do that. I haven’t seen or spoken to them in years!” You quickly pecked his cheek, eager that the episode was over, but alas. “Apparently, it’s a lot different in their head, y/n! And that emoji very well indicates what kind of thoughts they were having...” He yelled at you, taking you by surprise. Sure, he wasn’t the most confident person, but this was unusual of him. You pulled up the chair and sat next to him, your arm on his lower back. “Hey… No need to worry, I promise you. It’s nothing serious and it means nothing on my end, Reiner. Do you understand?” He avoided your gaze and instead took interest in pinching the inside of his thumb. Placing your hand on top of his, you ceased his terrible habit. Defeat, he sighed. “Consciously, I know I shouldn’t be jealous, y/n. But then my thoughts start racing… What gave them the audacity to comment that? Have they been thinking about you often? H- Have they… Touched themselves to the thought of you? That makes me physically sick, I can’t stand it… And you can’t tell me people aren’t perverted like that, because you know they are… And then I can’t stop these thoughts from coming back to me.” You caressed his back, taking in his confession and understanding the depth of all he’d just admitted to you. “I can’t make the thoughts stop, but I’m here to remind you that this person is blocked. And every person who acts like this on my accounts is, also, automatically blocked. I don’t want that kind of attention from anyone else but you, okay?” He gave you a loving look as the words sank in. Moving his hand to your face to touch your chin, he softly pulled you towards him to kiss you. “From now on, that’s my mantra, y/n.”

Bertholdt is the one to mention you’ve been getting unwanted attention because, honestly, you hadn’t even noticed it! He doesn’t understand the concept of jealousy. Working as an events coordinator included having to talk to a variety of people for a bunch of things. It was a stressful job, but the fact that Bertholdt worked beside you made everything manageable. Today’s event was hectic: A live radio production covering a charity marathon. The streets were packed with people, everyone was loud and moving up and down like crazy. It must’ve been a solid hour before you last caught glimpse of your Bertie and that wasn’t usually a problem. But today, your biggest sponsor kept bugging you about everything. He wouldn’t let you breathe and actually followed you around as you were checking with your colleagues that everything was set to go. After trying to avoid him for the millionth time, your eyes finally landed on Bertie as he was giving the final instructions to one of the producers. “Let’s go talk to Bertholdt about your issue!” You grabbed the sponsor’s arm and literally dragged him towards Bertholdt. “There you are! Been looking all over for you two!” Exclaimed Bertie as he noticed you and the sponsor walking to him. “Mr Hoover, we were just wandering about this minor detail, would you mind going over it with us once more?” You asked, trying your best to give him an eye signal about the sponsor. You weren’t sure if he got it, but a few seconds later he walked with him to one of the promo booths and introduced him to someone. You saw them shaking hands, then Bertie came back to you. “Has he been bothering you long, y/n?” He asked kissing your temple. “Yes… He’s been insufferable… How did you know?” Bertie chuckled and leaned to reach your ear. “He’s been talking my ear off about you for days… Said he wants to ask you out by the end of the event!” That made the both of you laugh and hold your tummies. “You’re not serious Bertie, are you? We’re literally called ‘Hoover and y/l/n! Hasn’t he seen our wedding rings?” In-between laughter Bertie spoke. “No clue! But I couldn’t spill the beans! Not after he told me all about you, how sweet and pretty you are! I couldn’t bear to be so cruel!” Attempting to contain your giggling – with little success – you’re brought back to reality by the suddenly serious expression on Bertie’s face. “Shut up, y/n! Here he comes!” “We’re in for a treat… Shouldn’t we wait until the event is over?” The more you spoke, the closer the sponsor got to where you and Bertie stood. “Damn, y/n! And I thought I was being unethical for not letting him know about us, but you’re the real deal!”

Hange doesn’t get jealous, but because they don’t really see the signs? They’re so confident about you, they just know you wouldn’t do that. You’d been trying your hardest to make them jealous, as a game of course, but they never really got the cue! You and Historia had even set up a fake profile of a person texting you constantly, your final attempt to see how Hange would react. Your phone lit up with another two texts and a voice message from your admirer. Enough was enough so you decided to be vocal about the incident. “Ugh, I just can’t believe this person… I just don’t understand why they won’t stop texting me… They’re really bothering me, Hange!” At that, Hange’s face was instantly turned towards you from where they were brewing their coffee on the kitchen counter. “Who are we talking about, y/n? You’ve never mentioned them before, are they a friend of youurs?” “We used to date but they keep hitting me up every now and then… I guess they’re not over me yet...” Letting the spoon they were holding hit the counter, they turned fully and walked towards you. “Okay, y/n, this sounds serious. What do you need me to do? Track them down? Call the police? Go find them myself? How serious is this ‘annoying’ y/n? Let me see!” Before you could respond, they took your phone away from you and began scrolling up on your and ‘your admirer’s’ chat. “Y/n, why would you send them the droplets emoji? Isn’t that exclusive for our chats?” “That’s your only problem, Hange?” You requested, utterly disappointed that not even a fake profile sending you thirsty messages was enough to get them going. “Ugh, it’s not even real, Hange, don’t worry… It’s just this profile me and Historia created. I wanted to see if you’d get jealous, but, apparently, I’m incapable of it!” You exclaimed in defeat, face buried in your hands as Hange laughed it out. “Okay, okay, y/n, but let me get this straight… How did you expect me to get jealous over text messages that I didn’t even know existed – even if they were real - and secondly, why would I be jealous about you shifting your attention from me when you’re, quite literally, all over me all the time?” “Why are you the one complaining, Hange? Shouldn’t I be all over you?” “You very well should, but how can I be jealous of potential opponents when you always show me you love me?” You both fell silent for a few seconds, you at loss for words and Hange expecting a response. “I hate how you won’t fall for any prank, Hange!”

Erwin swears he doesn’t get jealous because “it’s not the right thing to do” and “he trusts you too much” anyway. But whenever someone looks at you a little more than usual, it’s game over. For them! You were having Sunday brunch at your usual spot. Enjoying your breakfast with Erwin was usually the highlight of your week, except for when he was in the mood to fight the waiters because “they were staring too long” or complimented you. “He wasn’t, Erwin. And besides, that was literally just Peter. We’ve been coming here almost every Sunday morning for two years. We know Peter and he knows we’re together! Or not to pick a fight with you...” You mumbled the last part, hoping it wasn’t audible, but Erwin’s eyes widening was proof of the opposite. “What was that, y/n? Why would he need to pick a fight with me?” You scoffed, determined to not let this outburst of his to last more than it should. It was your day together after all! “Peter has served us a million times, Erwin. You’re always equally nice to him, except for when he gives me a compliment!” “He has no reason to be giving you compliments, y/n. That’s for me to do.” He explained sternly, cutting one more bite out of his pancake. “He also complimented you, but of course, that doesn’t matter, does it...” You sighed, setting your cutlery down. “I don’t wanna fight about this again, Erwin. You’ve no reason to be jealous. It was just a compliment from a guy that means nothing to me.” Setting his own cutlery down, he reached for your hand and held it. “I just don’t like it when people look at you… Like that… Can’t blame them, you’re wonderful! But I’d rather they kept their thoughts to themselves… I don’t want to fight either, y/n. Are we good?” “We’re good! But you know that other people can like… Perceive me and stuff?” He chuckled at your words, satisfied that your little argument never escalated to anything more than that. “I know. Sadly, I can’t keep you all to myself.” He gave you a sweet smile and went back to cutting his pancake, offering you his bite. “Well, no need to worry about other people’s failed attempts to flirt with me. I’m ‘for your eyes only’, as the poets have said.” You smirked as you took the bite he offered you. “Y/n, I swear to god, if you keep on quoting One Direction, we’ll have to re-evaluate our relationship.” He said in his strict voice. “Aw, but you’re such a fast learner! So quick to pick up on my reference!” You giggled at his face, trying so hard to keep on playing strict but holding back his laughter to the best of his ability. “You’ll be the death of me, y/n.”

[fendiiula]

⸻ punishment , e. jeager x black reader

summary; Eren hates when you get all bratty he hates it even most when you call him out his name You got sappy with him so he has to put you in check

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“Eren please” he had you bent over while he gave u back shots, he always hated when you got smart with him, it’s like you never learn.

Eren hates being called out his name, earlier you got mad at eren because he liked another girls post and called him ‘bitch’ boy you have never seen him this mad. Not even 1 minute later he grabbed your collar and took you to y’all’s room.

The only words that left his mouth was “strip” you knew if you didn’t comply your punishment would be even worse. So you did exactly as told, the only thing you left on was your underwear you bit your lip while watching him unbuckle his belt, boy was he a sore sight.

His green eyes focus on undoing his belt, his hair slightly falling out of his man bun you knew you were in for a rude awakening. “You wanna act like a fucking brat all the time, this what you fucking want y/n?”

He flipped your body over into doggy but standing up and pushed all of his 9 inches into you no prep no nothing just your wet pussy being enough lube for him. The first thrust was enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

“F-fuck rennn it’s too much” you gasp for air. He knew you were gonna complain about all of him inside you but he knew you all too well, he knows you’ll be able to take him.

“Shut up, you wanna be a brat well this is what brats like you get.” His paste sped up tremendously, you tried to slow him down by putting your hand on his torso but that only just pisses him off.

He grabbed you hands and put them behind your back and continues to pound your pretty pussy.

“Nghh s-shitt y/n” eren felt as though he was on cloud 9 the way you tighted around him everytime he thrusted he could tell you were getting close so he pulled out

“E.j what are yo— ohhh fuckkk” eren stuffed himself in your tight hole all at once. He went faster then he did before and his dick was making your belly fill so fucking full, he smacked your ass so hard it left a tint in your melanated skin. This man drives you so fucking crazy he was fucking you so good you felt like you were seeing stars.

Erens dick started twitching in you and you knew he was getting close. The room was filled with clapping skin, whimpers and moans eren picks up his paste feeling his high coming.

you felt like you were gonna explode any second. “Gah shit I’m cumming I’m c-fuckkk” eren throws his head back as all his kids are now sitting in your pussy. He kept thrusting but it got slower you were so close but before you could cum eren pulls out again.

It takes you a while but you realize that he’s done fucking you, this was your true punishment he was gonna leave You unsatisfied.“eren please I’m sorry j-just please make me cum please I’ll do anything.” You flipped onto your back, Oh how he love to here you beg he looked down at you with a smirk on his face.

You look so gorgeous, sweat dripping down your forehead, runny mascara gasping for air, your cute tummy going up n down while your trying to catch your breath, hard nipples ready for him to suck, and his cum dripping out of your pussy such a beautiful sight.

How could he say no to you, he leaned down for what you thought was a kiss but in reality he told you “then it wouldn’t be a punishment now would it Ma.” He sucked on your neck a little before laying on the bed about to smoke.

“touch yourself and maybe I’ll consider it my love” he smirked while lighting.

[kriz-fics]

The Sword's Legacy

Series Summary: As the heir of your father's lands, you have grown up knowing that one day you must wed to your House's advantage, and there's no better catch than the younger son of the Magister himself. Meanwhile tensions within the king's court are set to come to a head at any moment - it just needs that spark to send everything ablaze. Now in a court more dangerous than the one you entered, you find distraction and joy in the company of the beautiful boy with the beautiful eyes. You can only hope to weather the storm you can sense brewing in the horizon.

Masterlist

Chapter Eighteen: Paints and Seas

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Genre: Royalty AU, Historical Fantasy AU, Romance, Politics, Warfare, Eventual Smut (future chapters), Slow Burn

Length: 12.2K

CW: None for this chap

“Glaring at the thing won’t make it finish itself, you know.”

His spirits, already so low, plummet even further, if that is possible. Jean grits his teeth, forces a breath through his nose, and persists glaring at the half-filled canvas before him. “I told them I was not to be disturbed.”

A soft scoff answers those words, followed by soft footsteps, and the sound of things clinking and rattling against each other as she moves further into the room. The sound is familiar, but for the life of him, he can’t quite place it.

Not that he is particularly bothered to at the moment.

“Lord of Trost you may one day be, but your lady mother is not without her own power. My word has as much weight as yours, my son.” The rustle of paper resounds somewhere behind, which tells him his mother has stepped on his artist’s leavings. “How many times have I told you to pick up after yourself?” the Lady Eleanor Kirschtein tsks disapprovingly. She is always so disapproving. And, gods, does that always set his teeth on edge.

“If I’m to be Lord of Trost, I have every right to do as I please. Especially in my own rooms. And most especially in this room, where I am not to be disturbed at all times.”

His mother sighs. “Must it forever come to war between us? Since when did my sweet little Jean-boy become this war-like?”

It is all he can do not to physically recoil at that old pet name. “Boys such as me were meant for war, Mother. Best not forget that.”

“How could I, knowing what you are now? It was such an opulent ceremony, the one that made you, so contrived as to never be forgotten. And that cloak… I pray that is the last time I see you cloaked in red.”

The worry, sadness, and fear give him pause. And guilt. She always gives him that, it seems. You can be the most difficult boy, a voice within tells him, so matter-of-fact. Inwardly, he sighs, deflating. He is not angry at her, he reminds himself. He never truly is. It is just so easy to unload everything on her, especially his rage. She will never hate him for it, no matter how vile and disagreeable he becomes. Because that’s just how mothers are.

He hears the rattle and clink of something being placed on a table, and then his mother’s footsteps coming closer to his right. “Ah, of course. The Muse, as always.”

How can it be anything else? Only Mikasa Ackerman’s lovely visage can bring him out of the darkest pits of his mind. If he can only get it right.

“Those lessons are well worth it, I told your father, and I am right. You have gotten so good at this artist’s business.”

Not good enough. “Not nearly good enough.” He is angry again, just like that. “If I was any good, her fingers wouldn’t look so crooked, the sword wouldn’t be so lopsided, the red would be the right shade-”

“Jean.” His mother places a hand on his shoulder, and this time he does recoil. An unpleasant silence drapes over the art room like a heavy shroud. “I brought your favorite,” Lady Eleanor says, light and gentle. No amount of gentle lightness can conceal the hurt, however. That brings on more guilt, and guilt has never been known to lighten the mood. “Come, eat. Sometimes, it is best to step away for a while and not agonize overlong over one’s troubles. Unwind, let loose, and before you know it, clarity will come and all will fall into place.”

It is only then that Jean could bring himself to look at his mother. A smile lights up the plump, matronly face, deepening the lines around her eyes and mouth. The brown of her tightly knotted hair is streaked liberally with gray, though she is still shy of forty. Plump and aging and female she is, but her face is his all the same. He has more of her in him than he has his father, or his forefathers, for that matter. Only his height marks him as the heir of the horselords, they who have oft been described as golden-haired and gray-eyed and tall as lithe willows. They have been blessed to escape the long face of the Obsts, too, but then how many of them could claim to have Obst mothers, as his is? Not nearly enough.

The horse-faced horselord, how fitting, murmurs a voice nastily, and it sounds like Eren, like Porco, like all the spiteful little shits of a squire there are in the castle yard. He grits his teeth against the onslaught and looks away from Lady Eleanor. 

He is not angry at her.

Jean does not resist when his mother takes hold of his arm and steers him toward the nearby divan. Sun Day eggs, he sees sitting on the wooden table beside the divan. Lusin’s Day has long passed. Yet he is to have his treat. Guilt makes his stomach roil, but soft fondness throws the worst of it back, far enough away to let him eat, at least. There is even a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice, a southron delicacy so rare in the North. The smell of it all sets his mouth to watering. He is hungrier than he thought.

“It is good to see such a healthy appetite,” his mother beams from her seat at the other divan on the other side of the table, watching as he wolfs down his meal. A more comfortable silence falls over them as he focuses on nothing more than his repast. Neeps and cheese and eggs take the place of portraiture, bodily structure, and composition in the forefront of his mind, and he is glad of it. “I wonder how it goes, with her and hers.”

That slows his ravenous gorging down considerably. Jean looks up at his mother to see her glancing over at his unfinished painting standing before one of the arched windows, face contemplative. She catches his eye and smiles. “I’m sure they haven’t experienced anything near as… exciting as we have so far this season, but I do wonder about those rumors.”

There are a lot of those flying left, right, and center certainly, brought on by all the excitement. We certainly saw that excitement, Jean thinks grimly, recalling that most memorable entrance into Egstatten all those months ago at the beginning of the season. They had been traveling for weeks, and home was mere days away. He was the only one of the immediate family not to be in the wheelhouse at the time and so had the full extent of the commons’ ire.

“Swords! To swords!”

“Call the banners! Vengeance for Zheletov!”

“Richard! To swords!”

Swords, swords, swords, they all screamed as cabbages, turnips, and tubers flew all about the Kirschtein convoy. The captain of the guards had led them through the gale of produce with all his might and main, his men keeping the boiling press back until the high, sturdy walls of the Barrow welcomed them into their protective hold. The ordeal shook Jean, more than he knew. Their reputation for hotbloodedness aside, he had never seen their folk this livid, much less had that rage directed at him and his. It was a most chilling encounter.

The Lord Dot Pixis had begged pardon of his folk most earnestly that very same night. “They are boiling but not yet boiled over, thank the gods. These are yet manageable, you have no cause to fear, my lord, but still…” The bald, aged lord gazed somberly at them all at table. “You cannot deny their rage has merit.”

As the closest of neighbors, Egstatten and Zheletov have ever been partners through thick and thin regardless of their differing States. Both oft provide brides to one or the other through time immemorial and are thus bound by blood as well as proximity. They had suffered through Tybur’s incursions together; it is only meet for one to avenge the other. How many of the slain Zhelevic were fathers and sons and husbands to Egstattian fathers and sons and wives?

Merit. Jean chews on that word as he chews on his eggs. The senseless slaughter of one’s blood is as good a reason as any to seek vengeance, he supposes. A man has a right to it, after all - it is the law of the gods themselves. The law of the land forbids any man to flout his own king, however. If the king is behind the senseless slaughter, what can anyone do but seethe in silence?

Perhaps the law of the land is worth more than the laws of gods, in the end.

“Kolozniki, isn’t it, the outlaws’ refuge?”

“That’s what’s being said, yes,” his mother confirms quietly.

The talk isn’t much of a surprise. He won’t be surprised if they’d fled to their own neck of the woods, to the Yuvichi border to the northeast. The far North has always been the haven of the most unsavory sorts. Wild it is and big - no Prior or learned man has ever mapped its true breadth. Up there, wolves and tigers and trees hold sway, and who knows what else. Up there, the laws of gods and men mean nothing. It is the end of the world.

“Lady Hareckaya has just arrived.”

“I know.” He had taken a respite from his paints and slipped out into the art room’s terrace not too long ago. Even from that distance, the Lady of Yuvichi’s convoy was not hard to miss. He had watched its slow trek through the city for some time, stomach churning, before returning to his muse. The dread hour that brought me here is nigh. Jean the Heir is always needed to be on hand to greet noble guests and play the proper lordling. Let Jean the Artist hold the reins just for now, just for a little while. Gods know the poor sap needs to see the light of day; being cooped up for extended periods of time does no one any good.

“Get dressed after you finish, your father expects you downstairs in a quarter hour.”

His shoulders slump down in resignation. “All right.” It is time for Jean the Heir to come out and play the proper lordling once again. Jean the Artist must needs be cooped up once more. Poor sap.

The sky has turned to lead, he sees as he glances out the window behind his divan. It is snowing; soft, delicate flakes drift across the capital city of Dübenrus and paint the buildings white. Above, the leaded glass dome of the art room is streaked with drops of snowmelt. The air had begun to grow chill, but the braziers they had lit all around the chamber keep the space comfortable.

It is only the Month of Storing yet snow there is this early, for them as live in the North. First to snow, last to thaw, as that jolly little quip notes. It never truly thaws up here, though. No northman has ever known true summer, or heat.

Jean finds his feet dragging as he follows his mother across the room. He does not want to face their gracious guest and have his misgivings given life. He does not want his father’s secret inquiry to bear fruit. He does not want to be a true knight in truth. Not yet. Not so soon. With the way things are, though…

Their reception in Egstatten and the people’s mood seemed like the first act to some sinister masque, the ending of which he does not know but dreads. Then, there is the matter of Ishvelune, brought up time and time again by their visiting vassals… a matter of which, no doubt, adds further fuel to the flickering northern flames.

Interesting, that. The North has never been known for its flames. What fires burn up here come within. Now that they are known - and hated - for.

Countless Mikasas, including the unfinished one that had vexed him so, are all about them to usher their way out. Mother and his aesthetic tutor had urged him time and time again to expand his range to something other than his muse, which he had, eventually. A true artist should have more in his arsenal than his constant, after all.

Hence the land became his muse. One side of the chamber is dedicated to Lovaya’s wonders, made by man and nature both. Lenberg’s many rivers and streams and falls aare displayed next to the Knight’s Rise, that magnificent seat of the Brauns, something his lord father will contest vehemently; as such, the very existence of this painting is kept a tightly guarded secret. 

A much more paternally palatable image is in front of the secret canvas, that of Inareom, Thunderwing, who stands forevermore atop this very city, turned to stone by Dübenrus’s defending mages as the dragon sought to bring death and destruction upon the horselords’ capital all those centuries ago. Now, he brings the city life through wealth - thousands come from all over the realm and all over the world to see the most perfectly preserved dragon in existence, and that great stream of curious hearts brings a great stream of income to their coffers.

Like most artists, not all his pieces are complete. One such stands near the stairway leading down to his private rooms. Jean had been looking to tales for inspiration of late, and what better inspiration is there than his own blood? No matter his feelings about the man, it cannot be denied that Gerald Kirschtein was the greatest knight of his time. There he is beneath the royal box, bold as brass as he holds out his lance for the favor of his lady love. His royally married lady love. She never discouraged the attention, in any case, as far as the histories and songs are concerned. Which is just as well. No woman - or man, Jean should think - in her right mind would want to be wed to her own brother and bring forth abominations cursed by the gods.

Without features, it is hard to tell the depth of the knight and the princess’s feelings for one another. Without color, their loving moment seems much depleted, and lifeless.

Without features, they could have been any knight and his lady.

Another Mikasa is displayed just a short distance from the drab work. She smiles at Jean so tenderly, dressed in cardinal red and crowned with sword lilies of every conceivable shade. Her Majesty, the Queen of Love and Beauty.

He will bring the knight and lady to life soon enough. He will leave the place as Jean the Heir, but Jean the Artist will return to finish what he started. He always does. And, gods willing, he always will. Whatever comes next.

“I hope my lady is pleased with the work?”

“Oh, I am, Master Dinu, this is all I could have asked for, and more.” You gaze around your privy chamber, watching as the master artisan’s apprentices hang the last couple of glass frames up on your gold and crimson walls. It is good work, indeed, you think, well-satisfied, as you stare up at a small bunch of pressed monk’s roses encased in the finest Rhoseine glass. Your knight’s summer gifts are in their rightful places at last, perfectly preserved and forever beautiful, each one a memory of the early summer when all was light and lively and fun. Each one a reminder of his affection, of him.

The very first of these, the most special of them all, you have displayed in your bedchamber, along with the goldenglow. Autumn is at its half-life, it will not be long ‘til winter sets in, and with it its beautiful roses. Lady Theresia had told you to press the ice-blue blooms between the pages of a book, to conserve the memory of your beginning. You obliged, more out of rote than sentimentality, really.

You are glad you did. The new trothed little lady had not the slightest inkling of how much that young man in front of the shrine would come to mean to her all this time later.

Speak of the young man… “Is that all of them, good master?”

“Yes, my lady, that should be all of them.” The glassblower sweeps you a deep bow, as do his apprentices. “This one is pleased to have pleased you, my lady. Should you have further need of fine glassware, do not hesitate to call upon Marcel Dinu’s services once more.”

“Of course, good master. The steward should be on hand, Paul will see to your payment.”

You hasten to your bedchamber and into your bath to change out of your formal vevda the moment the last of the men leaves. The dark red charovma you choose is as far away from formal as any garment can get, falling to just above your knees and dipping down low at the back to bare as much skin as possible. The day is so nice out, it will be pleasant to spend it by the coast. And coastal outings call for comfortable clothes.

Your fingers brush the side of your neck when you reach up to fasten the halter dress in place. The light touch of pain gives you pause and makes you take a good, long look at the silvered mirror in front of you. The halter straps slip from your hands, leaving your dress to pool around your waist.

It is a thing of great fortune that Yelena’s services as handmaid are reduced in the autumn. It had been no simple feat to hide the imprint this past week.

Eren’s mark had faded but the pain remains. You trace over the unmarred stretch of skin once more, and feel the sweet soreness. Feel his hands trace lines of fire up your legs, feel the hard, lean span of him pressing you down, feel his lips and tongue and breath sear your skin. Feel his teeth sink, hard, into your flesh and set you ablaze with desire, so much desire. 

He is fire made flesh, and his fires burn hot. So hot, so much hotter than you are primed for, and all-consuming. You have only ever been subject to a boy’s passion. Clumsy, eager, yet tentative for all that. The passion of a young man is another thing entirely. His passion stunned, and scalded, and hurt. But, gods, if you did not welcome the pain with all your being.

Already, he is overwhelming. He hadn’t even truly touched you. He hadn’t even kissed you. Not where it matters the most. You can only imagine what it will be like, what he will be like when you, at last, have him in full.

Your hand drops down to your side. On your neck, the dull ache of his now unseen seal fades away into nothing. But no power in this world will make you forget.

For a spell, you and the girl in the mirror stare at each other. Gooseflesh has risen all over the lass’s bare torso, and her nipples have begun to harden, though there is no hint of chill this fine autumn afternoon. Her breaths have quickened, coming from her slightly parted lips in soft pants.

Was this how you sounded to him then, gasping, panting as you poured your lust into his ears back there in the cave?

You avert your gaze from the mirror girl’s, from those dark eyes full of such desire, and resume dressing.

No, you will not be forgetting any time soon.

You finish dressing, go back to your desk to snatch up the token, and leave your rooms, light and happy and eager.

The object of your desire is nowhere to be found within the palace, though you scoure his haunts as thoroughly as you can. Not even your sister’s rooms yielded the young knight. He has been spending some time with the younger Rhyzkov girls of late, to their bemused amusement, always in Darya’s chambers under the watchful eye of her governess. It is nice, you suppose, and heartwarming to see him make the effort of further endearing himself to the family. 

Something tells you this is more than just an attempt at brotherly bonding. More than once, you had caught Lydia and Darya whispering and giggling pointedly at you when they thought you weren't looking. That was most baffling, indeed.

He must have gone out, Darya tells you when you come calling, once again bursting into poorly concealed titters. You raise an eyebrow at that but act on her counsel.

Your betrothed is by the crafts arcade, reclining behind old Taras’s stall, manned today by his son, Pietro. Otto, one of Eren’s menservants, is stationed not too far from the table, scanning the passing folk for any signs of trouble.

You find yourself just standing there at the edge of the path, keeping your distance for the nonce, lost in the splendor that is Eren Jaeger. Will there ever come a day when his beauty will diminish in your eyes? You scan over his fair features, taking in the fringe of dark hair falling over his eyes, the fine line of his nose, the sensual mouth, which is just now turned down at the corners in complete concentration as he focuses on his latest project. His large hands work the knife and the block of wood in his grip so very deftly.

When the skies turn green as summer grass. When the oceans boil and seethe and turn to flame. When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. Only then will he diminish in your eyes.

“Beg pardon, goodman, I would like to buy a carving, if you please.”

Eren freezes, eyes widening down at his featureless piece. He is whisking it away the next moment, hiding it in the table’s drawer before you can so much as blink. He stammers your name out a little and coughs into his fist, trying to salvage his composure. You smile. “Y-you found me.”

Your smile widens. “It seems I have.”

“Milady.” Pietro the woodcarver stands from his seat beside Eren and bows low.

“Goodman. Well met,” you answer, nodding at him, very much the proper lady. You shed the mask as soon as you put it on. “May I borrow your ‘prentice boy for the day? I promise to return him well and whole for work tomorrow.”

Pietro laughs, blue eyes twinkling on his sun-tanned face. Though his wavy hair is yet dark to his father’s white (and more plentiful), the likeness is uncanny. “Milady asks, this one answers, and he says, aye, ‘course you can take him. ‘M sad to see him go, though, business has never been more booming with him around. Boy of yours has a way of drawing in the womenfolk, eh?”

You laugh, light and polite, and not disposed to be either. Sometimes, it is good to have two faces. “I’m sure he does.” You turn to your betrothed, your smile warmer. For half a heartbeat. That knowing smile of his freezes you up again. He can be such a little shit sometimes. “Is that amenable to the ‘prentice boy? I’d be loath to take him away if he does not want to be,” you state, frostily.

“It’s very amenable to the ‘prentice boy, milady,” Eren repeats the new Rakivan words, slow and careful, and grins at your jerky nod - you have taken to speaking in the Old Tongue of late for his benefit, you had felt so remiss in not doing so earlier for his tuition. It has not been too much of a hard jump for him as Rakiva is part of the highborn curriculum; it is only a matter of getting him used to its usage. He is a fast learner, at any rate, and is improving at a prodigious scale, taking in new terms and making fewer grammatical mistakes. “Anyhow, I think I’m done for the day. Tomorrow again, the soonest,” Eren tells the older man, who bobs his head with a grin. “Give our regards to Povik Taras.”

“As you say, Sir. Have you a good day. And to you, milady.”

“Don’t,” you say sharply once you are well without earshot of the woodcarver.

Eren closes his mouth agreeably and snickers. “Only you, love,” he states simply, patting your lesos-covered head all gentle-like. You huff and look away, suddenly hard-pressed to suppress your smile. “Where to, my lady?”

“I thought a visit to the docks, and then the beach?” Your mood lightens when you see his eyes light up. They truly are terribly beautiful things. And made more beautiful today by the sea-blue vidnon jacket he is wearing. Blue has such a way with his eyes. Truly.

“Oh, the beach, hmm? I’d love that. But, before we go, I’d like to take a little excursion, if you will.” He tugs you along animatedly, toward another arcade.

The Arcade of Gold, you realize, puzzled and more than a little intrigued.

“I seem to have upset my lady earlier, so I thought to get her a trinket to get back into her good graces.” You approach the stairway to the most prosperous arcade in the city. While it is common for the more affluent merchants to hire swords to protect their wares, the case is doubly so for the goldsmiths. Here, rank upon rank of guards stand, to prevent light-fingered folk from making off with the valuables. They salute as you and Eren draw near, and immediately step aside to let you pass.

An elaborate fountain of naked figures splashes away halfway up the steps. A fine, cooling mist sprays over you as you pass, carried by the soft breeze that gusts lightly through the city. You blink at your betrothed, befuddled. “I don’t think it’s necessary-”

“But I insist.” He leads you through the almost empty marble hall once you step into the arcade proper, passing several stores - still guarded by heavily armed sentries - with the most interesting air of assuredness.

As though he had been planning for this occasion for some time now.

“Master Thabiso,” Eren greets the black-skinned proprietor of the shop you stop at at length. A Goldvein of Rabari, you recognize, noting the elaborate braids clipped with golden beads that fall down his back in long, heavy strands. Rabari custom dictates the sort of braids the Goldveins may wear, you recall from your studies. There are clan braids, family braids, braids for one’s vocation, and so on, all of these unique to each facet of life. Even the beads that hold them fast are special to their worldly status. You have never truly had a chance to examine such trappings before. What you see now is most fascinating; the whole custom is fascinating, truly. It is an astounding thought that one can immediately know intimate things about a stranger just by looking at his hair, if one knows what to look for.

“Sir Eren, it is good to see you returned to my premises,” answers the merchant, bowing low and coming up smiling amiably. “My Lady Rhyzkova, well met. It is an honor to have you grace my establishment with your esteemed presence.” He bows once more, lower than he had before, and straightens up. His eyes and his attention return to Eren as he inquires, “Has my lord come for-”

“Yes, if you still have it.” Eren gleams down at you but does not answer your silent query when you turn to look up at him, utterly stumped.

The master goldsmith smiles and leads you further into the shop, past glass cases full of the most exquisite work - the Goldveins are the best goldsmiths in the world, this is known - to the back of the room where stands his counter. He reaches behind the table and pulls out a green and silver filigree box, which he opens with a flourish. “Saved for you, Sir, as requested.”

Inside lies a hairpin, a most intricately wrought piece of silver and emerald that draws the eye. An expertly carved emerald rose is the heart of the piece. Atop it rests a silver bird, its silver wings spread wide as it braced itself for flight. Filigree chains drip down the rose, set with emerald beads and another smaller rose of silver, which dangles at the end of the longer chain.

You look at the pin, then Eren, and back again, starting as he reaches up to gently pull your lesos down to bare your head. You stare at him, questioning.

“Let down your hair,” is all he says, smiling and gentle, so very gentle.

You reach up to remove the simple bronze hairpin that keeps your hair up in its knot. Your tresses tumble down your back, heavy and curled from prolonged twisting at the back of your head.

For a while, Eren merely takes you in, as though spellbound. You fight the urge to fidget under his gaze. He had seen you with your hair loose a hundred times before, especially in your nightly jaunts. What is so different about you now?

“Tilt your head up for me,” he bids you. You comply, then bite back a gasp as he takes a hank of your hair and twists it up, nimbly, back into a knot, securing it in place with the new, more elaborate hairpiece. His hand slips slowly down, from your hair to your face, rough, calloused fingers feathering lightly over your cheek. He cups your face, rubs tender circles on your skin and leaves warm, tingling trails in his wake. “Yelestala.”

Beautiful.

His eyes have never been more beautiful than they are now. No emerald ever mined can ever compare. The way they behold you makes your throat close up.

He’s never looked at me that way. Never. Never.

It is then that you wonder. What does love look like?

Thump, thump, thump.

One last gentle caress, and he is turning away to ask the shopkeep for a looking glass. It is not long before you are once again staring back at the girl in the mirror. She is a great deal more astonished, and a great deal more elegant than she was earlier. You step forward before you have quite gathered your bearings. When did he learn to style hair? The young woman in front of you will not look out of place in some ball but for her common garb. Had you not known better, you would have attributed the look to Yelena’s skillful hands. The hairpin completes the ensemble.

You can feel your fingers trembling a little. You twine them together and rest your hands on your stomach, now besieged by a battalion of butterflies.

“A beautiful piece for a beautiful lady,” beams Master Thabiso, to which Eren murmurs agreement.

“Ten crowns, yes?” he says, handing the merchant a small money bag, which he hefts.

“I thank you kindly for the custom, Sir, my lady. And for that display. Ah, the romance of youth. There’s nothing quite like it, I do believe. It’s not every day I am treated to the sight of earnest, honest love.” He bows you out of his shop soon after with further thanks.

“You didn’t have to get this for me, you know,” you mutter as you cross through the arcade’s lavish hall and start down the stone steps. Eren’s hand in yours has never felt more comforting. Never have you felt this shy around him either. Which is passing funny. Not even his ravishing of you made you feel so timid in his presence. You had been as you always are with each other, afterward. Except, perhaps, for that added tension. As if our pool of tension needed more filling. A couple of drops more and it will be set to overflowing. The gods only know what will occur then. The prospect is most thrilling.

“But I want to,” Eren answers, smiling sweetly down at you. “I, uh, just remembered… since it’s near the end of the Month of Storing, we most likely missed the Day of… Lovers,” this he utters with the softest pink flush rising up his tanned cheeks, “being in the Old South and all. And I haven’t, you know, ever gotten you a gift for the day… we weren’t really all there during our first celebration, so…”

That reminds you. You reach into your pocket for the token and draw him to a stop beside the fountain. “I… was also thinking about the Day of Lovers lately,” you murmur, somehow finding your clasped hands much easier to look at than his face. “And I thought to make you a present.” You laugh and find the mettle to look him in the eye once more. The affection in his gaze makes you feel surer of yourself, so you continue, “I didn’t know you were getting me something that cost the earth. Now my token seems so paltry in comparison.” You hold out the shell-and-twine bracelet you had woven for him the past couple of days. “Should’ve bought you that set of gilt shortswords you were eyeing so keenly that last time.”

You had found the prettiest shell that day, the first you took him to the beach. You had never seen him so happy. The seawater woke echoes in his eyes and made them come to life so beautifully. You wove the memory of the sea and of that day into your token, to keep him company when he is far from his beloved coast. And his beloved lady.

He stares down at your gift for a good while, then back up at you. Your heart thrums at that look. Is this what love looks like?

“The gift was made with your own hands and laced with your affection. That alone makes it worth more than gold.” The corner of his lips kinks up. “But I wouldn’t say no to those shortswords, if you’re so minded to get them.”

You giggle. “I’ll keep that in mind.” You tie the bracelet around his right wrist. It is a good fit. The tan of his skin brings out the white of the shell in its black twine setting.

“Much thanks, my lady,” he says, taking up your hand in his and giving it a long, lingering kiss. His eyes bore into yours, green as the emeralds in your hair and twice as stunning. Behind you, the fountain splashes away. Below you, the silent sentries stand, keeping a watchful eye on the passing folk.

None of them exist. None of them matter. But he moves away and so the spell is broken. 

It makes no matter. He can always cast it again.

“I didn’t know you could style hair like this,” you remark as you proceed to the docks. The cool sea breeze blows strong about you as you cross one of the bridges to the pier and, from there, to the Lodge where the foreign ships are allowed to berth.

“Uh, I don’t, actually,” he laughs and scratches the back of his head. “I only learned recently. With loads of help from Madam Sonya and a little help from your sisters.” He makes a mock grimace. “I hate being indebted to a little brat like Lydia but I guess I do owe her some.”

So that’s why he’s been spending time with them. His confession makes you hearken back to the past week or so, wondering which of your sisters’ many hairstyles had been his work. You feel your heart melt into mush.

Eren turns to you with an anxious look. “Do you like it? The hair, I mean. I know it’s nowhere near Yelena’s best work but-”

“I love it, Eren. It’s simple but elegant. It suits the pin well,” you tell him and feel yourself swoon as he flashes you a relieved, and crooked, grin.

“I’m glad you like it. I’d hate to tarnish such beauty, after all,” he says, thereby sending the battalion in your stomach into the frenzy of battle. He has gotten so irresistibly romantic; it is a wonder your lines hold every time he goes on the offensive.

You are nearing the end of the bridge and thus the docks. You draw your lesos back up to cover your head and the pin. Leaving something so precious out in the open is only courting trouble, especially in a place as seedy as the port. It is the only time you will allow your guards’ proximity.

Not a couple of paces behind trail Otto and Troian, the latter of whom was also your guard that fateful day of the cave. He had been so terrified when he had come upon you at your… affections. For good reason, you suppose. Your father would have sacked the man had you lost your virtue during his watch, and Troian needs this post for the mouths he feeds and provides for. That was the only thing that drew out the guilt, and even then, not by much. Losing yourself to Eren even for the briefest of moments is never something you will ever rue.

You had come so close to allowing him further liberties with your body… That you would have crossed the line, you do not know, but the thought is terrifying in the way that terror often is: rousing and exhilarating. And there is a sweet irony in being deflowered in a field of flowers.

There are worse places to become a woman in truth.

Eren pulls you closer to him as you step foot on the docks’ streets. Behind you, Otto and Troian close ranks. Not that they will make much difference, Eren blustered, he is a better sword than either. “I could keep him safe better than he could me,” he claimed after his first solitary excursion into the city, when you had asked if he had protection. Otto keeps guard but he isn’t truly one, not in the sense that any of your tails are. “He’s more a manservant that has some skill with the blade. I only keep him around for both our fathers’ peace of mind. Your lot would never let me out otherwise.” You took his word for it. He is the anointed knight after all, and trained by the greatest knight in the realm. The more swords in seedy places, the better, in any event, no matter how little trained.

For all its seediness, though, the docks offer its own brand of delights. The noisier, dodgier Lodge is a seedbed of adventure and wonders in a way that the relatively safer, cleaner Cradle - the port where local ships moor - simply isn’t. The Arsechkalan ports are some of the greatest in the realm, filled with myriad sights and sounds and smells.

The sights and sounds and smells are a deal more exciting in the Lodge. Inns and taverns and pillow houses of every ilk line the streets. Here and there, the odd temple to foreign gods sits between the establishments, to cater to the myriad sailors’ prayers for a safe voyage. Captains and oarsmen and mates amble about amongst vendors and urchins and cutpurses, this last easily avoidable by hunching in, staying discreet, and keeping a sharp eye out.

You revisit the qaxan parlor, though this foray ends up an utter dud. It starts out well enough, with a few wins. Until Eren happens upon a most interesting conversation. It seems as nothing at first, until you see his face grow ever darker with every passing heartbeat, until his moves become more careless than the last, until he starts losing everything he has won. You hurriedly pluck him away before he can lose his whole purse.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” you ask once you have gone outside, standing in front of a baker’s cart. The harbor seems quiet to you that day, though it does not lack for bustle. Dimly, you note the far-off thunderheads all the way out to sea. The sea breeze gusts over you, bringing with it the scents of the docks: cooking meats and sweets, tar and spices and humanity, all bound by the pervasive smell of salt.

Eren is silent for a moment, glaring down at the ground, before finally answering. “My father… they were talking about Father.”

“Who?” You had not heard anyone speak of the Magister. Not in any of the Lovayan tongues, anyway.

“These sailors, foreigners, who know fuck all about our matters.” His hands clench into fists. “They were going on about how it’s so much better trading with us this year as opposed to last year with the port fees and all. Father got greedy, they said, all that about filling up the royal coffers was a big lie, he just wanted to line his own pockets by skimming off honest men’s gold. They know fuck all,” he growls, voice steadily rising. “Father would never do that, he’s never done that, we don’t need more gold, we have more than enough-”

“Eren.” You reach up to take his face in hand. His eyes flash up to yours, wide with surprise and indignation. You hold his gaze, and caress his cheek with your thumb. “What they say makes no matter. You’re right, they know fuck all.” You smile when he chuckles a little at that, and continue, “And it is enough that you know otherwise. It was not what he wanted, Lord Grisha. But even he cannot supersede the king.”

For all his promises to bring back port fees to their earlier rates, the king dragged his feet on enacting his policy. To make the contentious decree hit the tradesmen hard. The yearly spring opening of the ports had not been pleasant for those in the business. Even Father, a tradesman himself, had seethed, yet he did not complain to the king’s face. Though His Majesty often, and loudly, made it known to all and sundry that his Magister was to blame, Lord Alexander knew the way of it all too well. It was only at the start of summer that the fees were lifted and put to rights.

Eren deflates at the mention of His Majesty. “It all returns to him, doesn’t it?” He reaches up to wrap his large hands over your smaller ones, keeping your touch on him, caressing your skin as you had his. He brings both your hands down at length but laces his fingers through yours, holding on. “It all returns to cutthroat politics in the end.”

“His Majesty and your father… don’t always see eye to eye.”

“Because Father is the shadow king.” His voice has quieted. He looks almost thoughtful as he utters the words. “That’s what they all say. But it’s true, isn’t it? I don’t see His Royal Majesty getting off his fat arse to make this kingdom better for us all. It’s all fallen to Father all these years.” He snorts, derisive. “At least we know there’s one thing that royal belly can’t stomach. I suppose truth is an acquired taste to some more than others.”

You glance about reflexively for too-close ears. The baker, behind you by his cart, is making a new batch of honeycakes; Otto and Troian are talking nearby. Six years at court have taught you not to tread around such sentiments lightly. The Quaestor, Darius Zackly, has little tattling birds everywhere, as is his right as the master of espionage. One can never be too careful when it comes to airing treasonous thoughts.

“Truth it is but best have a care. There might be those around who will find it as unpalatable as His Majesty does, and you do not want them giving him fodder.” You smile to lighten the mood. “Here, a sweet to sweeten the bitter humors,” you say, turning to the baker for a couple of honeycakes, which you munch on as you continue your stroll through the docks.

You bring your betrothed around to the quays to explore what is to be had from the outside world, knowing well that this will bring the life back to him. So it does. Galleys, cogs, carracks, the most accommodating of these you visit. The cheapest place to buy goods is off the ship, and the sheer quantity and diversity of foreign wares are too much of a temptation. A cog or three later and your guards become pack mules, weighed down with a couple of kegs of Caerleine firewine, bolts of beautiful bronze lace and silver damask, and a book detailing the life and reign of Rhodora Braveheart, the most famed queen of Huanurian history.

News, too, you have in plenty. There is plague in the Countship of Mechiriya, south of Lakpathar. A dragon has been found in one of the mountains of the Gleaming Isles; this you dismiss as fanciful sailors’ talk - there are no more dragons, that is known, not since the Sundering. You are more apt to believe the news of a leviathan lurking beneath the Diamond Depths, and the holy schism occurring in southern Anderven seems even likelier.

“She’s older than my lady grandmother, and she’s dead,” Eren mutters, repulsed, as a whore, old as sin and twice as ugly, loudly propositions him from across the street. He lengthens his stride at once, hauling you along as you try not to laugh.

“Oh, you don’t want to tick these off,” you say, glancing back and catching the glare the ancient slattern shoots at your backs before looking off for likelier sport. “Dockside whores are vicious.” No local man with half his wits intact will touch them with a ten-foot lance. New-come sailors who don’t know any better are preyed upon most malignly. They are robbed as they are fucked, and those can count themselves fortunate. Better to be robbed and live to tell the tale. Once in a great while, they will find a bloated, naked corpse on the pier, all that is left of the sad sack unfortunate enough to run into a Killer Cunt.

Eren shudders, looking ill. “Well-”

You are stumbling behind a wall of young man the next moment as he abruptly pulls you out of the way. The suddenness of it all does not leave you time to ponder.

A child’s cry, the crash of a dropped crate, the soft thumps of falling fruit. A piping babble of a tongue most foreign to you, answered by the deeper, intimidating tones of your betrothed as he speaks in kind. The rough and rustic burr of the Traders’ Tongue makes him sound even more menacing.

You peer over Eren’s shoulder once your faculties return. A boy with deep brown skin is on the ground, thrown back on his rear from his collision with the older boy. Blood oranges are scattered all about him, spilling from the upturned crate at his side. A conical red hat has been knocked off his dark head. Wide green eyes stare fearfully up at infinitely more terrifying ones as Eren speaks to him once more, voice hard and pressing. His hand has gone to the dirk on his right hip, his other holding tight to your wrist as he shields you with his body.

The guards have come running up to flank you and Eren protectively, their loads dropped and forgotten on the ground behind them. The boy shrinks back even more as another lad, this one younger, brown-skinned and brown-haired, runs up to you and rattles frightened, pleading exclamations in the Traders’ Tongue.

How frightening they must seem to two young ones, you think, these tall, looming guards of yours, them with their naked steel, hard voices and equally hard gazes. Only Eren is privy to the conversation, and for a while, he and the boys trade foreign words. At last, the stream of talk ceases to flow.

Eren eases up, but only just. “Cabin boys,” he tells you all, switching back to the familiar Belin of your homeland, more for Otto’s benefit than anything. “Just having a little lark, a race to see who could get back onboard first.” He sighs, scratches his head. “I suppose we could take them at their word… purses still whole?” He pats his own person to check his purse and look for any tears in his garments, coming up short of tears and with his money bag intact. You and the guards do likewise and announce yourselves equally as untouched.

“We should help them,” you say, watching the boys scramble for the fallen oranges. It is the least you can do for giving them such a fright. You step forward with a smile for the lads. The elder’s eyes - green, like your knight’s, yet of a different shade - sparkles as he looks up at you and utters something in his tongue. Incomprehensible he may be yet you need no linguist to translate the sentiment behind the words. That sweet smile is enough.

Eren hesitates yet acquiesces in the end. “Just keep close to me. And keep a close watch.”

The lads are glad of the help, in any case. So much so that you and Eren find yourselves invited to the lads’ ship, As Samaditha, a big-bellied carrack off the coast of Qa’ihij, west of Agankaya, captained by the boys’ father, Qamar. Ramzi and Halil, the boys are called, and they had a grand time showing their guests around the vessel. Ramzi, in particular, had taken a shine to you and kept you close, with Eren trailing behind as linguist. The most miffed linguist you had yet seen, you thought, noting his increasing crossness as the hour passed. He lightened up considerably when the lads took him aside to play a game of knucklebones, a novel pastime not oft seen in your side of the world, as the boys and their ilk are not oft seen in Lovayan shores; Agankayan merchanters are rare in these parts, after all.

You left the ship laden with good memories and foreign tokens. Ramzi had given you a beautiful glass bottle of red sand from the Ruby Basin. It had healing properties, he claimed through Eren, and was good for burns and indigestion. The thought of edible sand astounded you, and you thanked the boy profusely; this would be good for your own budding stores of Healer’s supplies.

Eren had come away with his own set of knucklebones. “Nice of him to give me something. I thought he’d forgotten all about me, with the way he was hoarding you and all. You’d think no one else existed outside of you.”

“Hoarding?” you snort. “He wasn’t hoarding me. He played with you, didn’t he?” You direct your course to the beach at last; you have had your fill of the docks for the day. “I was meaning to ask you - he kept on repeating a certain phrase, ‘Gim-’”

“Gim verrhia.” The phrase seems to offend him, to judge from his expression.

At once, you are apprehensive. “What does it mean? Is it some kind of backhanded-”

“Pretty lady.”

You blink at his cross face. Being called pretty is hardly backhanded and is nothing to be offended by. It is most flattering. “Right. I’m glad it wasn’t anything offensive… but why are you so-” You break off abruptly, cast back to his steadily souring mood on the ship, and put two and two together. “Eren, are you jealous?”

“No,” he denies immediately with a scoff. The reddening tips of his ears give the lie to his denial, however.

“He’s a child, Eren.”

“I told you, I’m not-”

“He’s a child and a foreigner, that was probably the last we’ll see of him.”

“Good,” he rumbles under his breath.

His irritated jealousy is the most delightful thing. You giggle and hug his arm close. “Oh, love, don’t you worry. There’s only one green-eyed dark-haired boy for me.”

There is that crooked smile again, so sweet, so endearing. “What of brown-haired ones? Blonds, reds? Those with blue eyes, gray, brown, black? What of them?”

You smile, and nuzzle close. ���There’s only one boy for me. Only ever one. And he’s here in his rightful place: by my side and in my arms.” As he should always ever be.

The smell of the sea comes strong, and the blue is calling. There is nothing for it but to answer, and so he does.

Eren drops the shell he is examining back into the foaming waters - it is no good for his collection, not with that unsightly hole - and looks over at the receding back of his betrothed. You make an enchanting figure, you with your driftwood wand tracing spells in the sand.

The enchanting maid is a sensual one as well today. It is not the first he has seen you in such garb but it is the first he can look his fill without fear of being accused of impropriety. It had been a beautiful autumn day, which the Rhyzkov women took advantage of by heading to the beach, bringing him along as your most esteemed guest. His eyes had near popped out of his skull when you dropped your lesos and exposed a great deal more than he bargained for. You had worn charovmaya before in his presence but never one so short. He spent the day in a silent frenzy of desire as he contended with not only your smooth, naked back but also those fine, shapely calves, so exposed by that knee-length garment - never mind that Lydia was similarly attired.

Without your mother and sisters and attendants, he is free to bask in your glory (there are your guards, but they do not matter). He cannot do so properly at this distance, though, hence he must needs come closer.

He stuffs his shells in his money bag and makes his way to you. The surf is cold around his bare shins, frothing against his skin. The brisk breeze blows fierce inland, chill and salty and fresh, tugging at his hair and clothes, insistent as a desperate lover (insistent as he hopes you’ll be as a lover). Overhead in the overcast sky, the sandpipers that give the bay its name fly in their scores, filling the air with their trilling cries. They are your only companions in this stretch of coast.

“How goes the casting?”

You turn to him with that smile that never fails to tug at his heartstrings. He had secured your hair well, he sees, pleased; only a few tendrils escape your bun to whip about your face. The emerald rose sparkles in your hair, a green distinct from the ocean waters, untouched by any hint of blue. “I just finished.”

He glances at the pale sand beneath your feet. ‘Happiness,’ ‘Luck,’ and ‘Safety,’ are writ large upon the shore in the ancient runes of Old Lovaya. Already, the waves are claiming the words - the bottom of the rune for luck has been wiped smooth. “The Old Man means to grant your wishes.”

“Or the old gods. But the sea isn’t usually their domain.” You turn toward the sea, Old Nyrdos’ domain, and stare out at the churning waters. “They make an exception.” Not far from the coast is a rocky outcrop, a tiny tidal island covered with sea-loving vegetation. Between two palms a godstone stands, worn and weathered by countless years of salt spray and salt wind. “Perhaps we can visit them, for a better chance of being heard.”

“We’ll get wet.”

“Is the Falcon Knight put off by a little seawater?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

That makes him bristle a little. “I was weaned from the stuff, love, no amount of seawater would be too much for me. By all means, let’s go, but we don’t have drying sheets. I’m not sure how well you’ll like dripping your way back home through the city.”

You smile in the face of his indignation. “We could use my lesos. Or the guards’ cloaks.”

His lips twitch upward. “Why don’t we use that fine damask you bought while we’re at it? You have yards of it, more than enough to rub us dry.”

Your smile vanishes like a snuffed candle. “Piss off, Jaeger, that thing cost a fortune.”

That makes him laugh out loud. “Now I know how to get your hackles raised. Threaten a good bolt of cloth.”

“A most expensive bolt of cloth.”

“We could always go naked.” His grin widens at your look.

You turn your head away, with all the appearance of a prim and proper lady turning away from bawdy humor. It is most convincing but for that smirk. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“If I told you how much, you’d never hear the end of it.”

“My lesos it is.”

You strike out across the heaving sea very much clothed.

Not that it matters. Eren lets his lady lead the way, if only for his visual pleasure. Southron fashions truly are the best, the charovma best of all. It is the most revealing garb you have yet worn. Never has he seen so much of you, short of you being naked. A long, ropey braid had served to, at least, partially obscure your bare back, before. Now, there isn’t even that; a large part of him wants to pat himself on the back for putting your hair up and out of the way of such perfection.

That day in the cave had brought you to that place where the line of tension and desire had stretched so taut between you that it had near snapped. He wonders how close you were to doing so, how far you would have gone had the gormless guard not come into the picture; Eren had hardly looked at the man all day, his sin is too fresh for forgiveness. He had sinned anew by balking your plans, and it was only through your silver tongue that you managed to wheedle the man into assent.

The waves roll toward Eren, slapping lightly against his stomach, though never higher, as he cuts his way through the gray-green crests in the wake of his lady. Your dark red charovma swirls about you like some gigantic nennymoan, those flowers of the deep.

His fae maid is in a new element. Vilas, that is what they are, the fae of the deep. He is fortunate, he feels, to have earned the favor of one. But he knows the tales. The fae are as lovely as they are lethal, just as like to kill him as to kiss him. For all he knows, this lovely vila means for him to drown. With one such as this, though… he will be more than happy to enter the Fields by your hand.

Eren watches the swells of water enfold the swell of your hips, eyes the play of movement beneath your skin as you wade through the waist-deep sea, traces the dip of your spine down that supple back. You are as smooth and faultless as you ever are. That only makes him want to mar you, mark you as his. His mark had vanished, he sees with a burst of displeasure. He can always leave more, he placates himself. It will be so gratifying to leave them all over that flawless back as he holds on to your hips, biting all over your silky skin as he ruts you hard into his mattress…

It is a good thing the seawater is cold.

The islet looms over you, deceptively large at this vantage. You haul yourself up the stone steps slick with sea lichen and seaweed. The action breaks his attention away from the cluster of barnacles that cling to the bottom of the rocky formation.

She might as well have gone naked, is his only thought. The weight of the water makes your dress cling to your body like a second skin. There is next to nothing left to his imagination at this point. Every curve and dip and line of you is limned by crimson. The sway of your hips as you climb the steps makes him want… His hands are twitching, itching to grab hold. You make him want. So badly, so madly, so desperately. He drags legs of lead up the steps, taking deep, calming breaths of the cool sea air. He is a man, not a beast, he won’t lose himself to lust in such a place.

The gleam of wet, naked thighs as you wring out your skirt makes him want to scream. Surreptitiously, he glares at the godstone; how dare they test his mettle in such a way.

“Here we are, you old gods,” you say, running a hand atop the worn monument reverently. “May my words and wishes reach you.” You look over at Eren and beckon him forward. Fast as that, worship is done. That is what he likes about the Old Faith.

He brushes the godstone himself, letting his pettish consternation vanish with the wind. May her words and wishes please enough, you old gods. He follows his lady deeper into the little island, striding past the palms into the back of the place.

The stretch of rock ends here. You sit down on the stony ground, unmindful of the dirt, and wrap your arms around your legs. Eren sits beside you, heedless of the sensation of his sodden pants sticking to his skin. The chill sea breeze does not bother him either; it never has, though his bottom half is soaked to the bone.

“A crown says Troian’s having a conniption back there,” you quip lightly.

“I’ll pass on this wager, I am in total agreement,” he rejoins, amused, fiddling with the hems of his rolled-up trousers. “This’ll be the last place anyone would want to play the pillow game in.”

“Oh, but they do.”

He stares at you, not quite sure if you are teasing or not, you have been so playful of late. You are, yet there is truth in your eyes all the same as you go on, “I’ve seen a couple long ago, fucking in full view of the coast, right in front of this godstone itself. Figured they were new-wed. It’s old custom, and it’s not oft practiced anymore, but it was tradition to consummate Old Lovayan marriages in the sanctum, right in front of the gods. I don’t know why they didn’t do it in the Great Sanctum… it’s roomier and all, but I guess doing it here has its thrills.” More of the memory seems to come back to you then; whatever you recall seems comic, to judge by your expression. “Mother, bless her fusty new blood, was scandalized, of course. Rushed us all out of here faster than the hare in his race.”

“I bet she did,” he chuckles, tickled by mothers’ general fustiness, new blood and otherwise.

“You new blood are such hidebound creatures,” you remark, pretending to derision. “It’s that sort of thrill that gives life such flavor. Imagine fucking in the Great Temple. It’ll be the grandest bedchamber to tumble someone in.”

He cackles, long and hard, at the statement. “Ah, the scandal of that, though. But who’s to say someone of our sort hasn’t done that already in some obscure village shrine?”

“Hmm, true enough.”

“What say we lend his fears legitimacy?” His heart begins to drum inside his chest as you turn to look at him. It is a jest, of course it is a jest, yet the ever-growing primal, irrational part of him is as serious as a stab wound. He grinds the beast down beneath his proverbial boot. You deserve better for your first than some rocky crag in the sea (no matter how holy, or traditional). And yet… The cave wasn’t any better but she was willing, you saw her.

His brazen lewdness makes the minx stick out her wanton head. Just a little. “I knew you were adventurous,” you murmur, and the heat of your gaze makes the beast stir beneath his abstract foot. He fights the harder to tamp it back down. “As much as the idea intrigues me, I’m afraid we’ll have to put it off.”

“Put it off, hmm? So, it’s a given for us somewhere down the line. I’ll hold you to that, my lady.” That should’ve been that, it should have ended there, yet his eyes fall on your lovely neck and he is lost. 

“It’s vanished,” he says, reaching up to brush gentle fingers across the terribly unmarked skin. You draw back, as though his touch scalded you, but not by much. The gooseflesh blooming beneath his fingertips gives the truth to your feelings. He has not crossed a line, he can see, relieved. Never will he have you balk at his advances.

You reach up to put your fingers on his, your touch so very light. “It still hurts, you know.”

“Oh?” He traces over your skin once more, the flesh so very soft yet pebbled. “You still feel me, here?” He presses down, lightly, and feels you shudder, hear your barely stifled gasp. Your fingers twitch above his. “My mouth, my tongue… me. Do you still feel me on you?”

You look away, dropping your hand and releasing his digits, but he knows better. Your face can lie, be covered by a mask, be concealed; the rest of you is there to bare your truths. And, truly, you are so very responsive to him.

His touch trails down your shoulder, your arm, down to your leg, bare to the knee and still slightly damp with seawater. He leaves a trail of goosebumps in his wake; he watches them rise, entranced. Eren lifts his eyes to catch yours. Those are pools he will never be able to swim.

The line of tension and desire stretches taut between you. One more move and it may just snap. One more move and one or the other of you may break. He wonders who will succumb first. He has to laugh at that; at this point, he won’t give a groat for his own chances.

“Is this where you got it, this scar?” he asks, following the thin raised line that slashes down your right calf. “Those stairs are slipperier than politicians.” Again, yet again, there comes a time for a change of topic. It will be better for you in the long term, he thinks, if you can dispel some of the tension now. You will always deserve better for something as dear as your first than a quick tumble born from rampant lust. You are more than that to each other, surely.

The old wound is lumpy and rough. Some may call it disfiguring, the only thing that ruins your perfection. Not to him, never to him. It is only proof of that fire, that spirit that so draws him to you. The scar is as fit a match for any of his own. It is further gratifying to know that he is not the only one willing to tough it out. You can keep up with him.

You stare down at the old lesion, drawn into memory and out of the heat of your preceding desire. “No, it was another sea mont from another stretch of this coast. It was the worst day of my eight-year-old life. I thought I’d never walk again.”

He is drawn into his own memory, too, of the day he first saw the mark. It was the Day of Sun and Youth, and you had worn simple garb such as a milkmaid or a shepherdess might wear in the country in summer (he had never seen peasants’ garb as clean and well-cared for, to be sure). Your short peasant skirt had fallen to just a bit above the knee. He would’ve lost himself to a silent fit of lusty excitement, but the sizable scar marking your right calf gave him pause. He had missed the scar all those times he had caught flashes of your bare legs. They were flashes, though, quick and swift and hurried, and they had not come often, not at your conservative court, certainly not with the cover of your long gowns. He had the tale from you much later in the day as you headed back to the Bulwark after your Sun Day frolics. It is one of his better memories of the summer.

“I’ve always thought it an ugly thing, this mark. I’ve learned to take it on the chin, though, over the years. But you… you don’t look at it with disgust. You make it seem as if it’s something I should be proud of.” The smile you favor him with seems almost shy, and so endearing.

“It is something to be proud of, love. It shows what you truly are beneath all the frills and decorum and propriety.” He leans in close, grins at the widening of your eyes, and flicks his nose lightly across yours. “It’s never an ugly thing to be a free spirit.”

“Are you going to make a habit of that?” you ask, sweetly, shyly discomfited, yet smiling all the same.

“Mm-hmm.” He does so like to tease you, after all, no matter how gently. Another remark - about outer appearances and what lay beneath and true selves - comes to mind, yet he dismisses it as being too ribald. He’ll make it some other time. When you are there.

Movement from far off across the horizon catches his attention. “Incoming traders,” he announces. He knows the origin of every one, of course.

“Caerleon, Mbokel, Ithasa,” you list off, giving his thoughts a voice. The merchanters and carracks and galleys make the slow trek toward Lovayan shores, each one distinct from the other. Nearer to your vantage is the sacred lagoon of the Great Sanctum; the towering godstone is silhouetted against the gray skies, as imposing as ever. “Have you ever thought of traveling? Just getting on some ship to see the Known World and its wonders?”

“Of course, but especially as a boy.” He smiles in wistful recollection. “Armin and I would often talk of stowing away when we were in the docks back in Lenberg. Never happened, as you can see, but it was the most exciting thought.” He fiddles with his new bracelet - she had such nimble hands, his lady - and notes, absently, the rising of the tide and the choppier waters slapping up against your little rock. “Nowadays, it’s not really too much of a thought… but it’s still there. We’re a lot more dutiful - and like to get more dutiful, lord that he is and knight that I am - but perhaps someday… when the poxy bitch permits.” He grimaces. “To be in thrall to such a mistress turns my stomach. I’d rather be in thrall to the one woman.” He gleams at you, filled with suggestive mischief, and you giggle, leaning into him and resting your pretty head on his shoulder. He feels his smile soften and presses a soft kiss on the cherished head.

The wind has grown stronger. Above and around you, the palms and the surrounding shrubs sway with the draft, rustling. “It would be nice, to get away.” Your voice is quiet, eyes fixed on the horizon and the far-off lands you have yet to see. “To see the world and live a little. Away from court, and the realm, and reality. The realm doesn’t matter when you’re elsewhere. It’s only one of many, after all.”

Realm and reality. Your realm and reality seem headed to stormy seas, if the news from the North is anything to go by. Even this far South, talk is rife. Of outlaws and dens and lost justice they all speak. Eren wonders what Father is making of all this. As the Magister, it is his duty to stick his nose into everyone’s business. Our shadow king.

“Storm coming,” you comment, lifting your head from Eren’s shoulder. A bolt of lightning turns the gray skies white for half a heartbeat, the thunderheads have come closer; the rumbling thunder comes not long after. Ships are coming in yet none are going out, he just now realizes. Your day at sea is at an end. “We had best get going. I think I hear the sound of Troian calling even above the waves.”

He is calling, Eren can hear. He would’ve admired the man’s devotion had he not found it so stifling. And amusing. “Right. We wouldn’t want him having a convulsion or something. I don’t think we’re doing his heart any favors. And the water’s getting rough,” he adds, looking down at the gray waters churning below you.

You chuckle and stand. “Don’t worry, I’ll tow you to shore if your legs give out.”

He scoffs and pinches your calf before standing himself. “I’ve been swimming before I was riding, my lady, I’m as good a swimmer as you southron eels.” He turns his head and looks back at you, smirking. “Do we have a race?”

“If you think a man can beat an eel in her own turf.”

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A/N:

Relatively shorter chap this time but only just.

Jean the Artist is given more focus, and he's not as much of a mama's boy as Eren was. Eren is getting even more romantic sighs swoons that hairpin is such a precious thing. We see the docks, hear things said about Grisha that pisses Eren off, and meet Ramzi and Halil! They have a happier ending here, thankfully (unless the storms sink their ship on their way home… huehuehue, I kid, I kid). A visit to a holy sea shrine somehow makes Eren unendingly horny. And beneath it all the North is stirring. Storm coming indeed.

This isn't as frisky as last time but we'll get there, we'll get there.

Forever and always, thank you all for reading! Til next update!

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Midnight’s eyes widened a little bit at her name being called, looking over to…Christa! Immediately, that little bit of cold melted from her eyes, letting the horse ride a little closer to her. “Christa! Long time no see– you certainly got a lot happier! And stronger too, don’t think I don’t see that muscle!” She joked, a little giggle leaving her. Right– she even missed Historia’s identity being revealed! “Either way, we can look out for each other in the middle.”

Midnight made sure to follow their pace, making sure to follow any sort of formation change that was needed–and needless to say, riding on animals was coming easily to her again! “I’m just excited to see everyone again, and hopefully save Ymir and Eren. I know Eren and I haven’t spoke much, but Ymir and I have! Oh, did she still pull pranks when I was gone?” The Satyrian questioned, her eyes becoming increasingly more weary. She could sense that feeling– the feeling of an impending disaster.

     That’s right....she doesn’t know my real name...or who I really am.

     “ Ah, I-I have?” Historia blushed a little at the compliment before smiling over to Midnight “ Ah, actually my real name is Historia Reiss...” there now she knew, though the name shouldn’t mean to much considering that she didn’t think Midnight even knew about the Reiss family being royals “ Sorry about keeping my name a secret I didn’t have the courage to tell anyone before but...Ymir helped me so now everyone knows my real name...a-and I figured you’d want to know too.” she stuttered a bit, hoping that Midnight wouldn’t be upset about it or feel like she just didn’t trust her.

     “ Oh, Ymir still messes with the others but she knows when to take things serious.” Historia said “ Ymir-” Historia’s voice was cut off as a large beam of light shot down into the forest not far from them “ They’re over there! Bastards must have seen our flares and are on the move! We need to hurry!” one of the Scouts shouted, Erwin was quick to redirect everyone towards the woods “ We need to cut them off from the other end of the woods.” Erwin announced before ordering a few of his men to follow him in a crazy attempt to gather as many titans in the area to cut Reiner and Bertholdt off.

     “ Ah! Come on Midnight don’t stay here alone!” Historia said quickly following Mikasa, Armin, Connie, and Sasha along with some Scouts into the forest with their ODM gear to try and face the two head on. Completely unaware that it was Ymir who had transformed “ The horses will follow don’t worry!” Historia assured her. 

ssatxr​:

Midnight could only chuckle at Connie’s reaction– after all, she knew how the outside was. If she wanted to be on an even playing field, she’d need a good ride. When Mikasa handed her the reins, Midnight smiled her fanged, toothy grin, patting her on the back. “Thank you Mikasa, you’re a blessing as usual!” She mounted the horse as she should, patting the mare gently before walking with the others.

She listened, her face conscientious as she nodded to every little detail. Even as Erwin told her what to do, a simple ‘Yes, sir!’ came from her lips. She would get Eren back to them– or at least, lead them to that direction the best she could. It was scary to see how much her demeanor could change, even to her– to who was once a gentle spirit became a hardened soldier in a matter of minutes. But still, a quiet mumble of a comment did manage to slip through once in a while.

“…Not often I get special treatment!”

     Once the briefing was conclude Erwin wasted no time riding out, the Scouts following close behind in their formation as their mission to save Eren began. Historia was put in the center along with a few others and she quickly rode up beside Midnight offering a smile “ Midnight! Ah it’s so nice to see you again, it’s horrible that it’s not during happy times....but I’m glad to see you none the less.” she smiles

     “ I wasn’t expecting to see you ride with us to save Eren and Ymir! I’m so happy maybe we have a chance now I know you’re strong too.” she added, she was talking a lot but she was worried what Reiner and Bertholdt might do to Ymir....and she wasn’t in any condition to fight...she needed medical attention, she just hoped Ymir was still alive and well, and Eren of course...

     The Scouts focused on their mission, shooting off flares to warn their comrades of any incoming Titans, but if they wanted to reach Eren then they had no choice but to ride straight through and hope for the best. 

[st4rbwrry]

imagine a battle between light yagami and eren….

[lasciviouspoison]

love of my life

so…. we’re back again to indulge in some eren fluff <3 this is straight fluff!!!!! (tw: grief/talk loss of a loved one, tw: being a chubby/fat woman in society. what comes along with that. college!au, eren x chubby!reader!!!!!! eren x black!reader!! (no explicit skin color used so all my girlies can relate <3) reader is a girl, but i feel as though my gn!readers would enjoy as well. pet names such as “sweetheart” and “pretty girl” are used very sparingly.

it started in the university library, with you glancing around, looking for a certain book. although you had plenty of other assignments you could’ve been working on, it was time for you to indulge in something of your own enjoyment. however, the book you’d been looking for (and read many times over) wasn’t in its usual spot.

normally, your friend armin would’ve been working the library, so you would’ve had no problem asking him for assistance. the two of you had met in your English class and bonded over your love for books and even cinema.

however, there was someone new here today.

standing behind the service counter, eren jeager stood at approximately 6’1 with his long hair tied back into a bun. a few difficult strands took residence on his forehead, with some even curling just a bit. his eyes were a beautiful jade green, and his lips an extremely kissable pink.

it made you a bit nervous to walk up to the new boy at the counter, simply because you were so used to armin and the enjoyable conversations you would have about the books you would check out. awkward conversations were such a hassle and you didn’t really feel like making a fool out of yourself by saying something embarrassing in front of this beautiful stranger.

and yet, he felt the same way about you.

although eren dressed in his leather jacket and black chinos and appeared to be a shitty kind of guy, he was nothing of the sort. sure eren was rough around the edges and had a vocabulary mainly made up of swear words and sexual references, but it didn’t mean that he wasn’t also a sweet and gentle guy.

and upon seeing you walk up to the service counter, it was like his life flashed before his eyes. he could tell you exactly what you had on that day, down to the color of your leg warmers. a seemingly off white, maybe even a cream color if viewed in yellow lighting. they covered a bit of the black loafers you had on that day. he still remembers how thankful he was when one of the golden buckles broke after you turned a little too hard on your heel.

your hair was up in a clip, a green one in the shape of a heart that you could only see when you turned your head to the side. two strands of your curly hair placed in front of your face to frame it.

your neck was adorned in a small silver necklace. dainty and pretty, just like you. clear glasses tucked into your shirt collar reminding him of his own that took up space in his right pocket. he felt the urge to grab them and put them on, just so you could see that the two of you had at least one thing in common.

god he was acting like a fucking spaz.

but he couldn’t help it, you looked beautiful in your sage green cardigan, he made a mental note of your favoritism towards the color green, that was only buttoned by your chest to give you a looser layer of clothing. your white shirt was cropped and tight on your body, matching well with the tight black mini skirt you wore. both materials fitting like a second skin on your chubby body.

he swore that when he got back to the apartment, he would kiss armin for asking him to cover his shift today.

finally, you had made it to the service counter and decided to just ask. he worked here, so he had to at least have an idea of where said book was.

“hi” you said with a smile, and eren knew he was a goner.

“hey, is there anything that i can help you with?” he said back with a smile of his own.

okay, so maybe this wouldn’t be as awkward as you thought.

“so i’m looking for a book, but i can’t seem to find it at all. i’ve looked at the poetry section twice, and i still can’t manage to see it. i was wondering if you happened to know where it was?”

not only were you hyper aware of your surroundings at the time because of eren, but you also realized just how much you were talking. all you had to do was ask for help finding a book, this hot guy didn’t need your whole life story.

“of course i can help you find it. i’ll have to check the system to see if we have it first just to make sure we aren’t wasting our time. what’s the title sweetheart” he spoke back, mentally smacking himself for the same reasons you were. eren might’ve been a flirt, but a pretty girl like you made it hard to throw together even a decent line.

you clasped your hands together over the counter and spoke again, “it’s Dirty Pretty Things by Michael Faudet”.

there’s no way, there’s just no way you knew about his favorite poet. this had to have been a set up or something, cause there was just no fucking way.

“are you fucking serious?!” he spoke a bit too loudly and you reeled back confused. did you say something wrong?

he pulled you back gently by your hands and gave a light laugh before speaking again. “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you, but i’ve worked in here for a whole semester and nobody has ever mentioned him. he’s my favorite poet, so hearing you ask for his book was just a surprise s’all”.

at this moment, eren had become aware that he was lightly stoking your hand the entire time, and pulled back immediately after. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to touch-“

“no! it’s okay!! i do the same thing to other people all the time. trust me, i would’ve pulled away by now if i had felt uncomfortable”.

it was interesting to see this tough looking guy fan girl over a poet. it was something that brought a sense of familiarity to you, so you didn’t mind the little touch he gave you. it was actually quite nice.

by this time, eren’s cheeks had begun to show the slightest hint of pink. embarrassed by his own actions and your confession of comfortability around himself. instead of replying, he began to search up the book, afraid to make an ass of himself yet again.

“okay, so we do have the book, but for some reason it seems to be in the short story section instead of the poetry section, which is odd. i can walk you over there if you’d like.” he made a mental note to bring this up to armin since he was the last one to register the book back into the system.

you shook your head yes, and eren hopped over the counter, ring clad hands making a clank noise after being smacked against the hard wood.

the two of you walked side by side in a comfortable silence, and eren could smell your lavender perfume. he swore that it smelled just like the one his mother wore back when he was a small child and it made his heart clench. he didn’t know what it was about this moment that made him want to reach out and hold your hand, but he just did. he could see the small ring that sat on your pointer finger, light pink diamond in the center of the silver band. another reminder of his late mother, who always said that a dash of pink was needed in every outfit. he could feel his eyes get heavy, but he ignored the feeling, attempting to stay grounded in your presence.

it made him wonder what your life was like and if you had gone through anything similar. if you had cried over the loss of a loved one, if you had even cried at all. of course he knew that you have most likely cried at some point in your life, but he still wanted to know. he wanted to know if your insides were just as soft as your outside appeared. if the sage that adorned your beautiful skin was a reflection of the earthy soul that laid inside you.

he just had to know.

the two of you finally made it to the short story section, and your eyes finally hit the spine of the poetry book you had been searching for all day. lightly running to grab the book, you snatched it from the shelf and turned on your heel to look back at eren. your turn was followed by a semi loud snap, and you looked down to see that the gold buckle on your shoe had broken, disconnecting from one of its leather straps. although it wouldn’t truly harm the shoe in anyway, it was not a good feeling to know that you broke your shoe in front of a guy like eren.

“oh shit.” you said after noticing your shoe. you looked back up to see eren looking down as well, seeing your now broken shoe.

without thinking, he kneeled down and took a closer look at the broken buckle. grabbing both pieces, he could see that the buckle wasn’t fully broken and could be fixed with the help of a little sewing and leather glue.

he looked back up at you and spoke, “i can fix this if you want.”

your eyes widened a bit, “really?! a-are you sure?” god, did you really have to keep embarrassing yourself right now?

he laughed a bit at your stutter and stood back to his full height. now noticing that the top of your head hit perfectly in the space between his collarbones. had he hugged you, he could comfortably place his chin atop your head.

“of course i can pretty girl. just grab your book and follow me”, now there’s the flirt that eren knew himself to be.

it was your turn to feel your body heat up at his words and actions and wordlessly follow him. it wasn’t everyday that you got to feel doted on, so you wanted to bask in the moment before it was taken away.

the two of you got back to the service counter, and eren held open the little door that led behind the counter for you, opting out of jumping over the top this time.

he then led you back to a cozy little room that was behind the counter. it was littered with books and soft lighting from outside instead of heavy fluorescents. there was a small table and chair that was placed right in front of a window that had a sewing machine connected to it. eren had walked over to a corner of the room, and came back with what appeared to be leather glue and a magnifying glass.

eren walked back in front of you a kneeled down towards your shoe again. you stood there looking up, thinking he was inspecting the shoe once again, before you felt a light tap on your thigh.

“you gonna lift your foot up so i can take your shoe off, or do i gotta?” he said with a smirk.

“uh no, i’ll do it.” being alone with him in this little room was not doing anything good for your imagination.

he slowly slid the shoe off your foot and stood up again. he sat down at the table and began to take the buckle fully off of the shoe while you stood there awkwardly. he looked over and noticed your apprehension to follow, so he waved his hand over and gestured for you to sit on the table.

“are you sure it’s safe for me to sit on the table?”

he tilted his head to the side and it was now that you noticed his glasses that looked identical to yours. “yeah…? why wouldn’t it be?”

you rubbed your hands together and thought about how you would say this. it’s nerve wracking enough having a watch this hot guy fix your shoe, but to walk over and sit on the table he’s working on and having his hands be so close to your bare legs didn’t seem to calm you down at all.

“umm…. i mean, the table just doesn’t look sturdy enough and there also isn’t enough space for you to work and for me to sit. is there like another chair or something because i really don’t wanna get in your way, and i just-“

“hey hey hey….. calm down… whaddya mean the table doesn’t look sturdy enough? like your gonna break it from sitting on it?”

you froze. of course the aspect of him being hot was making you nervous, but you couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room anymore. you knew you were a bigger girl, and it made certain social situations unnerving to you. watching your skinny friends sit on others, tables, and just anything they could was a luxury that you could never seem to grasp. you loved your body and what you looked like, but the lingering fear of being the biggest person in the room never seemed to go away. hence why you always thought that guys like eren wouldn’t look your way, much less offer to fix your shoe.

“i mean yeah… i’m not particularly light and there’s a whole sewing machine on it. the table could break and i would feel really bad-“

and then, you were in the air.

eren hated hearing about girls’s insecurities, especially ones concerning their weight. no, this wasn’t in an inconsiderate and douche bag kind of way, but in a more “your absolutely perfect” kind of way. so what if you were a bigger girl, and so what if your body looked different from the next girl’s. what mattered to eren was you, and only you. and this went for every girl he messed with.

he carried you over and set you down on the table. the two of you facing each other, both of your jaws tight and eyes set. his from a twinge of anger, and yours from embarrassment.

“who cares about your weight? you sit when you need to sit no matter what’s left to sit on. if i thought you were going to ‘take up too much space’ i would’ve worked standing and let you have the chair” he said, making quotations around “take up too much space”.

he didn’t give you a chance to speak as he sat down and went back to working on your shoe. the two of you sat in silence with the occasional whir or the sewing machine.

he thought he had went too far. touching and holding you without asking. it made him feel icky, not wanting to make you uncomfortable when all he wanted to do was prove to you that you had nothing to worry about. although he admits he could’ve went about it a different way, eren was more of an action person rather than words. it’s why he kept touching you, trying to let you know that he wanted to get to know you and to hold onto you.

“thanks” you spoke softly.

eren’s head snapped up upon hearing your voice. although he wasn’t done with your shoe, so what could you be thanking him for?

“this is probably one of the most interesting first encounters i’ve had with someone i first met. and not because i’m a clutz or because of the touching, but because you seem like you genuinely meant what you said about my weight. a lot of people sugar coat it and say ‘well you’re still beautiful’. like, no shit i’m still pretty, but at the end of the day, i’m fat and that’s not something u can ignore. so i don’t know, thanks for not ignoring it i guess”

he went back to working and you thought you had screwed everything up. so you sat in silence until you heard the chair slide out from under the table and him stand back in front of you.

“people have always equated being bigger to being ugly. i’ve never understood why it happens, but it does. my mom taught me that women are beautiful, that people are beautiful regardless of weight, shape, and everything else that follows suit. i don’t even know your name, yet i can tell you that you’re a gorgeous girl, and i didn’t fix your shoe or pick you up just to show that i’m a nice guy. i did it because i wanted to. i did it because i want to keep smelling your lavender perfume and seeing the way that green pops off of your skin. i did it in hopes of getting your number so i can take you out sometime after this because i don’t know how i could let a girl like you slip out of my fingers just because of something as minuscule as your weight.”

you looked into those pretty green eyes and smiled. in your 19 years of living, nobody had ever really spoke to you like him, especially upon first meeting you. this was the type of thing that happens in books and movies. not in real life. this was the type of thing you fantasized about at three am while you watched the nighttime breeze blow the trees around. something straight out of your imagination.

“yn my name is yn, and i would love to give you my number.” you said with a smile.

eren gave a toothy grin and pulled his phone out of his pocket. he went straight to the contact app and the two of you swapped phones.

“no fucking way, you’re eren??!!” you said with surprise.

“uhh… yeah??? did i do something wrong??”

you shook your head no and smiled hard. “i’m also friends with armin! he and i were talking the other day about guys. he was talking about how he wanted to introduce me to someone that he thought i would click with. his best friend eren”.

there was a small sparkle in eren’s eye as he immediately understood why his friend oh so desperately needed him to cover his shift today. armin surely was one sneaky fucker and eren had to give him that.

after sliding your shoe back on, eren finally checked out your book, and the two of you texted as you made your way back to your dorm. the two of you met up later that night and talked until your throats hurt from laughing and cheeks were sore from smiling.

and now 5 years later, eren lays next to you in your king sized bed, his arms wrapped around your body, enveloping you in him and his body heat. his legs wrap around your own like another blanket while his hair sprawls over his pillow in a mess of curly brown hair. something that came about after finally showing him how to correctly take care of the hair he once thought was “bone straight, but a little frizzy”.

eren who always wakes up before you just to untangle his limbs from yours and watch you sleep like the princess you are. eren who opens the blinds just a bit to see how the sun hits your gorgeous face. eren who buys you every green thing he sees because you and green are synonymous in his mind. eren who makes sure you eat three times a day no matter where the two of you are. eren who cleans after you cook. eren who always makes sure to bake you your favorite muffins every once in a while when you’re feeling a little down. ;)

the same eren who acknowledges all of you, every nook and cranny that gives him something new to discover. every mole, freckle, stretch mark, and scar that just becomes another place for him to kiss. every roll, every pound you gain, lose, or maintain that just becomes another place for him to caress and love all over again each and everyday.

the eren jeager who holds you in his hands, wraps his fingers around your body, and pulls you into him just to remind you of how perfect you are and always will be.

[titanicsimp]

Could you do how the aot guys would react to you crying😭🙏

It’s soft and (mostly) sad hours 🥺😭

Armin Arlert

When you collapsed into Armin’s arms, tears rolling over your face, it broke his heart. Tears of his own joined yours, he couldn’t take seeing you like this. He wished he could fix it, make you forget all the pain and fear, but he knew he couldn’t. He held you tightly in his arms, sobbing softly against you as he tried to whisper reassurances. He would do anything he could to see you smile again.

Eren Yeager

Eren was taken aback when you started crying after an exchange of words. He hadn’t said anything hurtful, not as far as he recalled. As more tears fell from your eyes, all could do was stare. How long had it been since he had cried? He was shocked at his own incapability to understand what you were feeling. He reached out a hand, calling your name. When your hand joined his, he lovingly stroked over your knuckles. He would destroy the world and himself for you, but in that moment he couldn’t find a single word to express it with.

Jean Kirstein

Jean’s heart started racing as soon as he walked in and heard you sobbing, making his way to your side as quick as possible. When he found you wrapped in a blanket, sobbing in the bed you shared with him, he froze for a moment. He was scared he would mess up, say something that would make you leave. Whatever happened, happened, he decided, you needed him. Jean snuggled up behind you, scooping you up in his arms. “Ssshh, I’m right here. I’ll always be here.”

Connie Springer

The first thing that crossed Connie’s mind when he saw you crying on the sidewalk was that someone hurt you, and that thought shook him to the core with fear. He made his way over to you, and after making sure you were unharmed he sat down next to you. He laid his arm around you and pulled you close. “Whoever caused this, I’ll make their life miserable.” Though he was angry, he leaned his head against yours, knocking into you a few times before you finally let out a tiny laugh and told him to stop.

Levi Ackerman

Levi wasn’t good at the whole comforting thing, but he knew he had to try when he saw you crying. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to you, giving your hand a quick pat when he did. “Crying doesn’t suit you, kid.”

Erwin Smith

Erwin noticed instantly when you stopped walking behind him. You told him you were tired and done with fighting on without an end in sight, wiping away the tears that fell from your eyes. He had never seen you like this, and it distressed him greatly to see you so broken. Moving closer till he stood in front of you, he laid a hand on top of your head and rustled your hair. “You don’t have do this alone. Don’t forget I’m right here.”

Reiner Braun

Reiner knew how you felt as you sobbed into his chest after a bad nightmare. He stroked over your back, whispering to you that it was just a dream and you were safe. He wished this world had spared you, but nobody could escape a scar or two. All he could do was remind you of the present, of the love that he had for you, and hope that it would drown out the demons of yesterday.

Porco Galliard

Porco was shocked when he found you crying in the dorms. You were always so strong, never showing even a crack of sadness through all the time he had known you. But now he had caught you at a moment where you thought you were alone, he realized that you had merely hidden it away. He made his way over as you tried to quickly wipe away your tears. Capturing your hands in his he took a hard look at your tear stained face. “Stop crying by yourself, dumbass.” He told you and pulled you up into a hug.

Zeke Yeager

When Zeke saw tears forming at your eyes after a meeting, he quickly pulled you aside. He shook you by your shoulders as he questioned what was wrong. Worry washed over him when you told him you hadn’t been feeling like yourself lately, and that it was all too much to take at the moment. No, he couldn’t lose you, he wouldn’t. Zeke cupped your face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “When you feel that way, tell me, and I’ll guide you back to yourself.” He told you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Colt Grice

Every tear that fell from your eyes felt like a dagger in Colt’s heart. You didn’t deserve this pain. He picked you up, carrying you to bed in his arms. He laid you down gently before joining you, pulling the blanket over you both. He pressed his forehead to yours, the light dimmed by the cover of the blanket. “It’s just you and me here, nobody can hurt us.”

[marsbutterfly]

bert, eren, levi and armin getting bjs for the first time please i am begging

Headcanon: Eren, Levi, Bertholdt and Armin receiving head for the first time

Warnings: nsfw, oral sex male receiving, cu* shots

- Ever since you started dating Eren, you’ve been doing hand stuff but you can tell he wants more, even though he doesn’t specifically ask for it.

- One day during his after training shower, you notice all the other boys have already made their way towards the dining hall and you decide to sneak in.

- You try to be as quiet as possible and suddenly you begin to hear whispers coming from the last stall.

- One of his hands is on the wall as he tries to balance himself while the other he uses to jerk himself off. You feel wetness forming in between your legs so you decide to take your clothes off and join him.

- Hearing his breathless moans as he calls for your name is one of your favorite things to do.

- You hug him from behind and he gasps, not expecting anyone to be there. You don’t say anything and he turns to face you, his cheeks are as red as apples and you smile at him.

- Without saying anything you fall to your knees, placing your mouth around his cock. In reality you are not quite sure what to do but decide to give it a go anyway.

- He’s not too far from his breaking point but feeling your tongue around the tip of his dick was almost enough to drive him over the edge but he tries very hard to pull himself together for a bit longer.

- His hand rests on your chin, propping it up so he can look at your eyes while you have his cock in your mouth.

- Once you take half of his length in, he can’t hold himself back anymore and ends up coming down your throat not giving you the chance to swallow.

- “I’m so sorry!!” He says, multiple times. “I didn’t mean to come so fast!”

- “It’s ok!” You reply with a devious smile, “Maybe we can do it again later.”

- It isn’t your first time giving head but it is his first time receiving.

- For years, he has always focused on making his partner feel good instead of allowing them to pleasure him but at some point you were able to convince him.

- Trying to make the atmosphere more romantic, he lights up a few candles and places a few cups of water by the bed alongside some bread and cheese for a late night snack.

- You walk into his room and your first instinct is to burst into laughter but you manage to hold it back when you notice his hard cock already out as he lies on the bed.

- Excitedly, you walk towards him. You take his dick in your hand and give it a few dry strokes before you begin to lick it. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he forgets how to breathe for a second.

- His cock isn’t long but it makes up for it in thickness. You can clearly see his veins with the flicker of the flames.

- He can’t quite form words so he simply groans every time you take him in. Of course, you never stop jerking him off which simply makes it 15x better for him and it reaches a point of overstimulation.

- You ask if he’s ok and he nods, a smirk on the corner of his lips. You take him back in your mouth, full lenght and you can feel as he touches the back of your throat. A few tears streaming down your face.

- “Are you alright?” He asks, his thumb brushing against your face.

- “I’m fine.” You respond as you feel his cock beginning to twitch against your touch.

- You lick the tip a few more times while moving your hand up and down and soon the white ropes of his cum shoot all over your face. He hands you a tissue, helping you clean yourself up before inviting you to sit on his face.

- You’ve been dating Bert for a few months now and you want to make him feel special but you know he’s too embarrassed to ask for it.

- Recently, he’s been having sex dreams about you and waking up with the hardest boner of all time.

- If not a boner, then he’s covered in his own cum.

- One night as he sleeps in the boys room, you sneak in through a window silently in an attempt to not disturb anyone else other than your boyfriend. Whose feet touch the wall while his hands are buried underneath his back.

- You giggle quietly before placing your hand over his lips. In response, his eyes are wide open but as soon as he realizes who it is, his features soften and he blinks, trying to adjust his vision to the barely illuminated room.

- With one hand still on his lips, you lower yourself on the side of the bed while pulling down his pants. His boner immediately popped out of his underwear.

- His eyes are wide but he jiggles the pants down his ankles quietly, constantly looking around to make sure everyone else is asleep.

- You place your mouth around the tip of his cock, a blob of saliva dripping from your lips. You can already taste the salty pre-cum as a result of the dream he was having.

- He gasps and you tighten the grip over his lips, listening as Reiner mumbles something in his sleep before shifting in his bed.

- Saliva drips all over his dick and his hips, his ass tightening in response to your action. So you decide to speed up and take his full lenght in without a second thought.

- You suck his dick as if your life depended on it until his pelvis begins to shake, a sign he’s about to come. You proceed to take him out of your mouth and begin to stroke his cock at a fast pace until ropes of cum shoot onto his abdomen.

- His head hits the wall and his actions result in a very much awake Reiner, who looks around in confusion only to find Bert sleeping in a relatively normal position under his covers and you are gone.

- Of course, you are just hiding under the bed, trying to hold back laughter when Reiner asks your boyfriend if he heard something. Bert still gasps for air quietly so he simply says no and goes back to pretending to be asleep.

- When Reiner flips over, you kiss the tip of your fingers and blow it towards your boyfriend, jumping through the window and leaving behind a very flustered Bert.

-Armin often likes to read books underneath a tree a little far away from the mess known as the Survey Corps. 

- Eventually, he started bringing you with him simply because he enjoyed your company and wanted to share this amazing space with you. Little did he know, it was about to become much more special.

- His back rests against the tree and your head lies on his lap. Suddenly, you feel his dick getting harder and harder against the back of your head. You look up and his face is redder than you have ever seen.

- “This book is a little spicier than I thought it would be.” He says, trying to adjust his boner in a manner that it wouldn’t bother or hurt you.

- “Let me help you.” You say, putting your own book down on the grass while pulling his zipper down.

- You realize his cock is bigger than you first thought it would be and you gasp quietly, measuring it against your face. He looks away but still whimpers against your touch.

- “I want you to look at me baby.” You say, touching his chin while moving his face. His ocean eyes meet yours and you feel like you could drown in them and not care one bit.

- When you begin to bob your head up and down, you notice his eyes roll to the back of his head but you can tell your words are still fresh in his mind so he does everything in his power to look at you.

- You pull out his testicles, using one of your hands to stroke his cock while sucking on one of his balls. He cries your name out.

- With a bit of saliva, you begin to rub circles on the tip of his cock. A smile on his lips as he begins to jiggle his toes around.

- “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.” He says and it’s your turn to blush.

- Your tongue moves around gently and, with his hand, he pulls you down on his cock. You try your best not to gag and you are able to hold it back. He smiles even bigger and whispers the words “good girl.”

-Once you begin to bob your head up and down faster, he knows he’s done for and he barely has enough time to warn you about what’s coming.

- “You’re gonna make me come!” He says before his cum takes over your tongue. You swallow it all before showing him your tongue and he’s now back to the shy, innocent boy you are used to.

- “You are a demon in disguise!” You say, wiping your mouth with the back of your hands while he puts his cock back in his pants.

-“Same to you, my love.” He says, “Same to you.”

[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

[eremiie]

hi PLEASE i neee stoner eren amd stoner reader😩

high off of you

❥ 8k words | nsfw | eren x reader

❥ you’re dragged to a smoke session by your roommate, and you actually enjoy yourself— maybe a little more than you should have; and eren jaeger is to blame.

❥ content: choking, lowkey breeding kink ish, praise kink, slight orgasm denial, overstimulation, drugs (weed)

content.

content is how you were feeling.

you had just gotten done with your shower, your covers were finally draped over your almost bare legs, your laptop was sat in your lap and you had put your hair up to get it out of the way. you were relaxed, you were calm, and you had decided you were gonna finish off your night with an episode of your favorite show, no matter how many times you had saw it.

"c'mon, we're going to get high."

your peaceful vibe was interrupted, and in the most abrupt manner your roommate could muster; he swung the door open not even bothering to knock, leaned against the doorframe and let his eyes survey your slightly mess room before landing on you and giving you the most goofy grin.

"connie, what the fuck?" you frowned and went to pause your show only to realize you hadn't even started it. with a sigh you looked back up at connie with clear irritation written across your face.

"what? don't you want to get high?"

"i just got out of the shower, i'm in bed now," you moved your laptop and threw the covers off of your legs and pointed to your shorts. "i have pajamas on and i was about to watch my show, no i don't want to get high right now." wasn't that the obvious? you couldn't lie, the offer was tempting since you weren't the one paying, and it gave you the opportunity to see your friends again, but the getting ready process had made you shove the offer down.

as if on cue connie seemed to read your mind. "you don't have to get cute or anything. it's literally just our regular smoke circle. just throw on a jacket and let's go."

you groaned and leaned your head back letting your arm drape over your eyes. "didn't we just come from sasha's house earlier this week? who the hell is supplying y'all this fast?" you tried to come up with an excuse to stay home, but connie was clearly one step ahead of you.

"it's not sasha's house it's eren's." the stupid sly grin on his face appeared and he leaned further into your room already knowing he had you trapped. he knew, much like the rest of the friend group about the undying tension between you and eren, but nobody could pinpoint exactly what it was. it wasn't that the two of you necessarily liked each other but you were... friendlier than friendly best friends. eren and you would flirt with each other more often than not and were very hands on. not to mention how excited you'd get when you got to see him, and vice versa.

connie didn't even give you the chance to respond to that comment, your answer was evident just by the way your attention spiked at the mention of eren's name, and the way your body stiffened in the slightest. he shut the door to wait for you and couldn't help but laugh at your feeble attempt of getting out of a session with your circle.

you lost, and you were slightly upset. any other words in your defense were stuck down your throat, and connie was already long down the hall. the only thing you were able to mention was a loud, "and knock next time, dumbass!" before you did as he said, grabbing your jacket and slipping out the door with connie.

that's how you handed up where you were now, at eren's shared apartment with mikasa and armin, although mikasa's car was missing from the parking lot.

"i love the outfit. it's giving me very much... hobo." connie looked you up and down stifling a laugh while the two of you waited at the door after the first ring.

you followed his eyes looking yourself up and down as well. you did look a little silly, black crew socks with crocs over top. you didn't even take it upon yourself to zip up your jacket all the way, the black fabric draping off your shoulder on one side revealing your shoulder only adorned by a single white strap to your cropped tank top. of course the jacket was a little big, covering your sleep shorts slightly. you weren't even sure if the jacket was yours.

"shut the fuck up." you kicked connie with your croc and he hissed, grabbing his shin before being a fool and hopping towards the door some more, spamming the doorbell.

"help! i'm getting abused!" and in that moment you wondered how you managed to share an apartment with the clown.

connie's ringing only stopped when the door flew open, sasha's figure standing there with a small smile. "hey!" her tone was cheery and loud as she grabbed connie's hand pulling him into a dramatic hug before reaching a hand out to you and pulling you into one too. "i missed you guys!"

"sasha we saw you earlier this week." you forced yourself out of her grip with an apologetic smile just in case your gesture came off as rude. connie nodded in agreement and stepped aside already heading towards eren's room. i mean seriously, wouldn't it have made more sense for you not to come if he was that eager to smoke? they could've had more rounds!

"that doesn't mean i couldn't miss you." her hand embraced yours once more and she slammed the door shut, locking it and leading you to the door opened ajar on the other end of the hallway, of course eren's as he always had those red led lights bleeding from underneath the doorway. "connie told me you didn't want to come also, so this is a surprise."

you rolled your eyes. "so he knew i didn't want to come and still asked?"

"well it was worth a shot; and look where it landed you, you're about to be faded." and she wasn't wrong. she finally let go of your hand and opened the door, the bright LEDS hitting you straight on making you squint for a second before your eyes surveyed the room. jean was already chatting with connie on the futon while eren was sat on his bed with a tray in his lap, rolling the blunt.

what you didn't see was the glance he gave you when you first started scanning the room, immediately trying to look focused on rolling the blunt while attempting to hide his boyish grin. you likewise, you bit the inside of your cheeks to stop from smiling at the sight of the pretty boy; his brown locks pulled back into the sloppiest ponytail, and the hairs in the back of his head skimming the black top he wore.

"so she actually came?" jean voiced looking over to you and making his way over to you from his position on the futon to embrace you in a side hug.

"jean boy," you used his nickname to mock him before returning his hug causing him to grimace at you and pull his arm back. you started to laugh and rolled your eyes at his dramatic actions once more. "yes, yes i did come."

"doesn't she look stupid?" connie looked up from his phone at you and jean giggling under his breath. jean took in your appearance and tried not to laugh, a small smirk on his face that was wiped off when you slapped his chest then flipped connie off.

"shut your bald ass up, connie." you retorted.

"i'm growing hair, i keep telling you that!" and the whole room burst into laughter, sasha doubling over because there still wasn't a trace of growth on his head.

"connie, you have no room to talk you are actually stupid." sasha added before going over to sit with the boy after grabbing a bag of chips from the desk next to the open door.

you shut the door behind you and continued to stand awkwardly until eren spoke, "you're laughing but as soon as she takes that jacket off you're gonna try to jump on her, kirchstein." he said with a raise of his eyebrow before letting his eyes wander over your frame.

now you were really trying to hide your smile, and you cursed yourself when one graced your face anyways. "eren," you dragged out his name walking over to him on his bed before plopping yourself down and resting your head on his shoulder. "get me away from these idiots." you faked a sigh before eren chuckled and gave you a side hug much like jean’s before continuing to roll his blunt.

"damn jaeger, you were so quiet i forgot you were here." connie said, not looking up from his phone that sasha peered over as well.

"and stop making slick jokes and hurry up with the blunt." jean huffed scooting off the futon and resting his head on his palm. "i'm tryna smoke."

you watched eren look down at jean with a negative expression before continuing to roll, and you watched intently loving the way he looked while he did it. the way he let his tongue slide over the gutted blunt was enticing  and you looked from your position on his shoulder.

he let his eyes drift over to you without moving his head and then he placed the blunt on the tray grabbing the grinder and holding it out in front of you. "you wanna grind it for me?" he asked with a small smile and it caught you off guard. you took a minute to process what he said before you grabbed the grinder and let it come apart in two.

"i mean, i guess." he slid the tray over to your lap and did that chuckle again.

"do you even know how? i bet you've always had someone roll for you, huh?"

you couldn't help but break out into another smile, this one out of slight embarrassment before you bumped his shoulder playfully and setting down the grinder on the tray. "bye... i've only rolled once."

"she doesn't know how, and plus just earlier she asked me who our supplier was. even sasha knows that!" connie looked over and you met his eyes with a glare, a deadpanned expression crossing your face and the group broke into laughter again besides you.

"connie i'm gonna fuck you up." you muttered. your mood shifted once more though when eren began placing the weed into the grinder and closed the lid handing it to you.

"work some magic, babe." you were really trying not to show how excited you were, butterflies flapping their wings and flapping them hard in your stomach, especially at the nickname. you began twisting the small container and eren's calloused hands stopped yours from grinding too much. "that's good, that's good." he took it from your hands then pulled the tray over. "i got it from here."

"yeah cause she's gonna fuck it up." jean laughed and connie joined in his eccentric laugh filling the air as well causing you to groan.

"can y'all shut up? damn. you can't roll either jean."

ooohh's from connie and sasha bounced around the room and jean looked up at you amusement dancing in his eyes. "better than you."

"at least i look good while doing it." you sassed playfully while moving invisible hair behind you ear. you could've sworn eren nodded his head from next to you, and those dumb butterflies in your stomach began moving again.

"got that right." jean snapped back just as quick a flirtatious tone to his voice that caught you off guard and you raised an eyebrow at the sudden demeanor. eren looked up for a split second before glancing at you again, his eyebrows furrowed in... confusion maybe?

"weren't you just making fun of me earlier?"

"chill, we were just playing around, girl." jean responded with a shit eating grin before forming a heart with his hand and pouting at you.

"you better stop for eren gets on your ass, you know that's his girl." connie scrunched up his nose then looks towards you and eren for a reaction that he succeeded in getting. both you and eren looking up at him; eren's eyes holding more of a curious stare and yours more threatening. eren continued sealing the blunt soon after seemingly unfazed by connie's comment.

sasha gasped and widened her eyes at you. "stop! you know they don't date." she winked at you and wiggled her eyebrows and you pretended not to see her.

"yeah, they don't even date." jean added on, wondering how the conversation flipped from you to your relationship with eren so fast. it was annoying to him in the least, the group constantly commented on how you and eren should just get together and were clearly not just best friends, but the two of you seemed to haven't taken action yet.

"might as well." connie shrugged his shoulder. "anyways, jaeger finished rolling, let's get high." connie sat up, sasha lifting her head off of his arm as he did so and clasped her hands clearly ready to hit the blunt much like everyone else.

"you want the first hit?" eren rolled the blunt between his fingertips while letting the flame singe the end looking at you with those jaded green eyes, flecks of blue dashing across them in a way that made your heart melt.

"she gets the first hit too?" connie exclaimed staring at you and eren with a bored look on his face.

"who rolled the blunt?" eren asked raising an eyebrow at connie before letting his tongue run over his bottom lip and lifting the blunt from the lighter to watch the smoke float into the air, and ugh did he look good. when connie didn't answer he answered for him, "i rolled it, i choose who goes first."

"plus shes low key a newbie, this is what? her third session with us?" sasha chimed in grabbing the pillow that connie was laying on previous and rolling onto her stomach on the floor in front of the futon.

you pursed your lips before grabbing the blunt from eren, not even noticing that his arm was placed behind you until he rubbed your side in slight encouragement, his warm smile aimed at you. you put the brown wrap to your lips and inhaled the smoke, the gas irritating your airway causing you to let out a cough you tried to hold back.

eren began to laugh at you as you broke out into a fit of coughs, your throat attempting to clear up for you, and the worse the coughs got the more of your friends started to laugh, the only thing you could do was stick your middle finger up while sasha crawled to the same desk near the door to grab you her water bottle.

"i'm crying!" sasha laughed as she rolled the bottle over to the foot of eren's bed. eren's laughs died down too after he hit the blunt and then bending down to pick it up for you, untwisting the cap and passing the drug towards connie.

"woah, chill." he said before blowing the smoke from his mouth in your face causing you to suppress more coughs and fan it away. he tilted the water bottle to your lips and you let it swim down your throat, relishing in the sweet gesture from the boy next to you.

"eren," you mumbled his name taking the water bottle from his hand. you didn't get time to finish your sentence before his door opened revealing armin standing there in his pajama pants and sweatshirt.

all gazes turned towards him as he scanned eren's room growing accustomed to the new faces and scenery. "hi." he mumbled rubbing his eyes. "when did you guys get here?"

"did you just wake up?" eren asked slight concern lacing his face.

"yeah... i heard laughing. don't forget we share a wall." armin gestured towards the wall in which eren's futon laid against.

"i didn't even know you were here. i didn't see mikasa's car so i thought both of y'all just dipped." connie passed the blunt to sasha and fanned the air of the smoke letting the rest disperse after speaking.

"mikasa is at the library. she can't stand the smell of smoke and how loud you all are. i don't blame her." armin chuckled before walking over towards sasha who hit the blunt and gave it to armin's outstretched hand.

"armin you smoke?" you couldn't help but ask, the last two smoke sessions you went to with connie, armin wasn't there. as a matter of fact you never saw much of him because he excelled above you by some and the two of you didn't share any classes, yet you definitely knew him through eren.

"everybody hear smokes except for you." sasha said hoping her words would coerce you to come to join the smoke circle more indefinitely, not just pass by a few times here and there.

armin let the smoke inhale his lungs then removed the blunt from his soft lips. "i smoke with eren sometimes. not usually with all of you guys but... sometimes?" his response came more like a question than an answer as he bent down to give the blunt to jean.

"let armin hit it a couple times." eren used his head to motion the blunt in jean's hand to armin and armin nodded in agreement.

"yeah, i'm about to go back to my room anyways." armin took the blunt back holding it between his lips while leaning against the doorframe.

"why aren't you staying?" sasha pondered sitting up and cradling her pillow to her chest. armin took one last hit then walked over passing it to you which you accepted with a kind nod.

"i should be studying with mikasa but i fell asleep. i have a test tomorrow, eren does too."

"so eren's here getting high and he has a test tomorrow?" you give eren a playful disappointed glance that lasted a little longer than it should've. he met your eyes and then let his drop down to your lips before breaking out into a smile and leaning forward, burying his head into your neck. his chain dangled almost touching your lap and you felt the strands of his hair brush against your chin causing you to twitch at the tickling feel while inhaling the smoke from the blunt. when your hand dropped down to your lap he replaced your hand with his and put the wrap in his mouth while nuzzling into you.

"mikasa made me study with her for like a week straight, i'll be fine." he whined. you let a sigh leave you and found yourself stroking the hair on eren's nape while fiddling with the clasp of his gold chain adorning his neck. the smell of his cologne was mixing in with the weed, but yet that woody pine still overpowered the plant and you couldn't help but rest your head on top of his in efforts to get closer to the source of the fragrance.

"i still don't understand why the two of you haven't gotten together." armin announced eyes flickering back and forth between you and his roommate.

sasha flailed her arms out and her expression was relieved, although her eyes went wide and her eyebrows went up, "that's what i been trying to say! they already act like they date." armin nodded his head agreeing with her.

"we don't like each other, we're just friends i don't know why you all say that." you said a little too quickly, eren pulling away from your neck finally and giving you a once-over. you missed the warmth he brought but then turned your head back towards armin.

"yeah, yeah." he giggled rolling his eyes. "okay well goodnight." eren stood up and passed the blunt to armin who took one last hit then handed it back to sasha, then the rest of the room murmured a goodnight to the blonde relaxing in silence for a minute after his leave.

eren took it upon himself to scoot back on his bed until his back was hitting the wall once he sat back down, using his hand to beckon you to follow him. "c'mere." and you obliged until you were next to him, shoulders touching.

jean looked over to connie and sasha, connie still scrolling through his phone aimlessly giggling at his home screen for whatever reason and sasha looking up at the ceiling on her back now, bag of chips on top of her stomach as she got lost in her thoughts.

"remember when we used to like each other?" jean took it upon himself to abruptly reminisce on the past in the presence of his friends. he took a hit of the blunt thats length was beginning to falter, it on the verge of becoming a roach. he leaned over and passed it on to you, eyes trained on yours, completely ignoring eren's gaze

you furrowed yourself eyebrows trying to recall the time once you figured jean was talking to you, his stare telling, which you actually could. "...oh yeah, last year. i guess i did."

eren pulled one of your legs overtop of his and let his hand settle onto your thigh.

sasha's head perked up at the sudden conversation. "oh my gosh... you did like jean for a little bit. you used to gush over him-"

"sasha! i know, i know, but that was last year."

"i wonder why we didn't get together if we both liked each other, hm." jean looked upwards and tapped his chin in almost a mocking manner. "we used to hang out a lot actually now that i think about it, me, you, sasha and connie."

connie let out another burst of laughter and let his phone to drop to his chest. "yeah, remember that one time we got kicked out of the library because sasha got caught eating like four times and she wouldn't stop after that lady told her to?"

you chortled and sasha's mouth dropped open. "i don't even remember that, i thought you got kicked out because you wouldn't stop fucking laughing and that same lady told you to shut up like seven times!" and more laughter erupted from the ones who were there that day.

you passed the blunt to eren for the umpteenth time watching him take a quick drag then beckon to sasha to grab it as he didn't want to get up. "you both got kicked out, those were two different days." you shook your head at your friends antics and looked up at eren. "they're so dumb."

eren returned your stare and only then did you notice the way his eyes were half lidded, you were sure red was rimming them even though you couldn't really tell because of the red emitting from the lights in the room. he squinted at you and scrunched up his nose. "you look high." he ignored your last sentence wanting to stray away from the conversation he was barely apart of.

"i am high, stupid."

a small 'hmph' came from the back of his throat and it happened again, his eyes dropping to your lips causing him to lick his before he brought those same eyes back up to yours. you could've kept getting lost in them if you didn't jolt at the sound of jean clearing his throat and holding the blunt out to you.

you leaned over to grab it once more. "careful, it's a roach. don't burn yourself." he warned you, so you pinched it between your pointer finger and thumb and started to put it up to your lips but eren grabbed your wrist.

"wanna try something?" he asked you, plucking the faltering blunt from your hands and using the lighter beside him to fire it up a bit more. "wanna shotgun it?"

you had to trace back where you hear those words again... like a shotgun when you get to sit in the passengers seat? no, that wasn't it... you couldn't recall, but by the way sasha widened her eyes for the several time that night, the way connie's mouth dropped into an 'O', and the way jean's features were exasperated, him looking down to the bright light of his screen, you could only wonder eren's intentions.

he didn't even wait for a response from you, pulling through with his actions anyways. "inhale slowly, okay?" he inhaled as much smoke from the blunt storing it in his cheeks, the skin expanding from the inside and then leaned over his face mere inches from yours. he grabbed your chin with his fingers and you opened your mouth slightly watching as he opened his and let the smoke pour out of his tinted lips. you followed his instructions; inhaling very slowly hoping the moment could last a little longer, both of you staring at the transition of the smoke from one mouth to the other.

eren glanced to the side for a second to see if the others were watching, mainly searching for one pair of eyes. you saw his upper lip curl upwards slightly and you inched forward a little more subconsciously. eren watched the smoke grow thinner and felt the way your hands grabbed at his shirt tightly. he watched your eyes flutter and felt your noses brush together.

eren watched both of you lean in a little more until your lips brushed and came together, and felt the fireworks go off in both of your bodies, electric like sparks getting sent through his.

he ignored the gasps and groans of your friends and instead focused on the gasp that left your lips when they first connected with his, and the groan you elicited from him, lips meeting so fervently. he couldn't admit it until today but he wanted your lips on his so bad, your body on his so bad. he was so infatuated with you and the two of you being around each other majority of the time didn't help. he could only reminisce in the little touches and flirtatious gestures you passed back and forth on a regular day and use that to fuel his thoughts at night.

"eren," you mumbled against his lips your voice coming out like a whimper that went straight to his dick, causing him to wrap his arms around your body and pull you into his lap letting your legs swing over either side of him. eren didn't forget about the guests in the room, and as much as wanted to put on a little show in spite of jean, he pointed towards the door snapping his fingers twice.

"five dollars that they fuck?" sasha nudged connie's shoulder as they stood up and walked towards the door while she rolled up her chip bag bringing it with her. jean's figure was already halfway out the door, slamming it hard and making his way to the living room with the other two following.

"hell no, you're gonna owe me five dollars instead. i'm betting that they fuck."

"no, cause you know they're going to that's why i said the bet first, peanut head." sasha stuck her tongue out at connie and he shoved her out the door closing it softer than jean.

he kisses you even harder just basking in the feeling of your smooth lips against his slightly chapped ones, lips working in synchronization like they were made for each other and he felt so needy. his hands roamed your hips and waist, going underneath the jacket now hanging off your shoulders and feeling the bare skin of your stomach. your skin was so hot underneath his hand, just like the air surrounding the two of you.

you ground down into his lap and he hissed stilling your hips at the feeling, his mouth dropping into a circular shape, his eyebrows pointing up until a sigh left his lips once yours disconnected from his. you studied his face; his eyebrows scrunched up in lust and his lips parted slightly already missing the feeling of your lips. his nails dug into your hips as if you would run for whatever reason.

"_____... fuck." his tone was low and light and he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, his skin warm on yours. "you're so pretty,"

your face grew hotter than it already was and you leaned your forehead against his while your arms draped around his neck. "thank you,"

"i want you."

you closed your eyes and relished in his grip that became impossibly tight on your hips. "i want you too-"

"i wanna fuck you... i wanna feel you." eren's eyes fluttered shut as well, his forehead moving from yours to the crevice of your neck, planting his lips and nibbling on the thin skin. your breath hitched and your hold on his neck tightened. "i wanna have you."

"i'm right here, eren."

he held back a moan at how gentle and soft your voice was when you said those words, but you caught on and wanted to actually get one out of him. you wanted to pleasure him, you wanted him to shudder because of you, and you wanted your name to leave his lips like a song; but he wanted the same from you.

he was high, and high, and high off of you.

"lay down."

eren obliged with a smug smile, turning himself to the side while steadying you on his lap until his head hit the pillow, his flyaways bouncing to the sides of his face. "c'mere." just like earlier you listened to his words and leaned down so he could press his full lips against yours. his hands cradled either side of your face as you rutted your hips against him and swallowed his groans. his tongue swiped against your bottom lip and his teeth pulled at it as well until you gave him entrance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. you moaned at the feeling of your tongues colliding and dancing around each other even though both of your mouths were somewhat dry from the earlier smoke session, it still felt all good.

you felt fuzzy and your body felt like it was melting into his. when you pulled back for air eren gave you that same smile he gave you earlier, and you moved your kisses down his neck. once you reached the crevice between his shoulder and neck you moved his chain aside and licked at the spot, the feeling of your warm tongue against the shy skin causing eren to hold you a little tighter. you nibbled at the pretty skin and wondered if the mark you proceeded to leave would even be visible under the gleaming red lights.

"i don't know why you're trying to give me a hickey, they already know we're fucking." eren taunted letting his hands travel up your spine until they reached your neck, smoothing his fingers over it. you bit down on the mark as a way to punish eren for his comment then kissed it, finally pulling back.

"shut up."

eren let out a low laugh, and his low eyes raked over your figure with his lip trapped between his teeth. "when did you get my jacket?" he raised and eyebrow and began to remove the fabric that was resting at your elbows after unzipping it the rest of the way to reveal your top.

oh, so it was his jacket. you let out a laugh at your idiocy; you knew it was a couple sizes too big. "you look cute in it, but i want to see you now." he threw the fabric off of his bed and let his warm hands travel up until they cupped your breasts, your back arching in the least. his thumbs ran over your nipples, the feeling making you clench on top of eren. "like this," he pulled them hem of the white top up until you lifted your arms, now only left in your shorts and socks. he didn't even question the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. "shit..." he pushed you down until he could latch onto on of your breasts his tongue swirling around your nipple and you let the tingling feeling go down your spine until he popped off. eren begins to remove his shirt swiftly throwing it somewhere near his jacket.

you make work of your position on top of eren, scooting down on his legs and pecking his chest, abs, then v-line until your head was leveled with his dick. he stared down at you with a look of sultry while your hands worked to pull down his sweatpants. his hips lifted to help you out and you palmed at him with your hand watching him throw his head back when such a simple gesture relieved some of the tension he was feeling.

your mouth connected with his dick through the fabric, feeling for his tip that rested on his thigh and smirking against it when he hissed, hand flying to your ponytail that you threw up earlier that evening. "fuck, don't tease me like that baby."

"i wanna take my time with you." a pout formed on your face and your hands made their way to his waistband, the elastic material detailed with 'calvin klein' circling his hips.

eren's hands grabbed your jaw forcing you to look up at him before you could pull down his boxers. "and i want to fuck you... make you feel good."

your stomach twisted and even though you were just trying to do the same you couldn't help but rush pulling down the brunette's briefs until his cock slapped against his lower abdomen, your pussy squeezing around nothing at the view. his tip red and leaking and you knew that it'd be heavy on your tongue.

"eren..." he watched the way you eyed his aching dick, and he took it in his hands rubbing himself up and down with his hand while basking in your expression.

"hm?" you didn't even know what you wanted to say, you were just mesmerized and wasted no time prying his hands away to replace them with your own. your nimble fingertips ran over his tip to gather his precum and slide it over his length and he twitched, no, his dick twitched, and his fists clenched in anticipation for your hot mouth on him.

he decided to be courageous, to look down and try to watch you without spilling over himself too fast, i mean could you blame him if he did? your hands, the feeling of you over him, the way you would feel around him... he'd had wanted this forever and now it was in front of him.

in a way, he wanted to ruin you, not let this moment go in fear it wouldn't happen again.

so you finally attached your lips to his throbbing member, and he sucked in a breath hand trying to choose between flying to your head or to keep his hands to his self for now, but he chose the former his fist keeping a grip on your locks while you began to bob your head up and down. small sounds of pleasure left him and his eyes closed again, him trying to focus on not fucking your pretty throat so early in. he just wanted you and him to be one in every sense for as long as possible.

a mantra of 'yes,' and 'fuck,' left eren's mouth while your worked around him slicking him up and drawing lines up and down his cock with your tongue watching his reactions for a particular sensitive spot he might have; and you found it.

you went back up to his tip kissing it gently before letting the heat of your tongue slide down a vein on the side of his dick. "_____," eren moaned lifting his hips although he wasn't engulfed in your mouth. "i need it, shit, i need your mouth."

you giggled and placed his heavy dick back where he liked it for now. you felt it brush against your throat and you wondered if you could go any farther, sucking fervently and coming back up to spit on his head, adding more slick to him. when you went back down eren couldn't help it, he had felt when his tip touched your throat earlier and he most definitely wanted to feel that again.

his grip on your hair tightened when your swollen lips were wrapped around him again. he pushed your head down a little bit causing your hands to put more pressure on his thighs. eren opened his eyes to stare at you again, your mouth stretched out so lewdly over his cock, saliva starting to slide down his length from your mouth and your eyes shut as you tried to focusing on breathing. this only encouraged him further.

"i know you can take more, c'mon, go a little further." he said in a tone near a whisper while he lift his hips up more so that he could feel that ridge of your throat and hear another gag.

you pushed yourself, letting him take more control and then he felt it again; "mhm, right there baby, right there." he moaned when you whimpered, groaned and gagged, but this only pushed his animalistic fervor and he tried to push you down more but you lifted your head to catch your breath. "fuck, that feels amazing, angel."

you let the praise run over your body and went back down on him seeing how far you could go without his extra nudge then focused some more attention on his tip.

eren could feel the curdle in his lower abdomen but he tried his best to ignore it, letting your work him more. he let you swirl your tongue around him and pepper kisses down his length. he watched you try to deep throat him again and watched the tears spring from your eyes before you came back up, and all of this built up further until he tumbled over the edge spilling white heat into your mouth with a shout.

you were satisfied.

aching for him? yes, but satisfied at your job.

eren's thigh twitched and his eyes screwed shut as you didn't remove yourself from his length yet, cupping his balls and paying attention to his tip, overstimulating him, watching him shudder and gasp under you like you wanted. his dick hardened again while he contemplated whether to remove you from his length or let the over sensitivity go until he had no choice but to stop, and once again he picked the prior. "_____, please i want to be inside you now, wanna fuck you still."

you slipped off of him and crawled forward only now aware of the wet spot on your panties.

eren brought your face towards him kissing you with no hesitance despite him just being in your mouth. he pecked your lips and you smiled as he praised you. "you did so good, so good..." another peck and then his hands trailed down to the shorts you were still wearing, giving your ass a squeeze and spreading them. "but now i want to see that pretty pussy on my dick, yeah?"

you let him slide off your shorts and underwear simultaneously until your slick heat was exposed to him and to the air, feeling it brush over you before eren's hands could. your head fell to his chest feeling the cold metal of his chain underneath you, and your sore jaw parted when you felt his rough fingers gather up your wetness on them, rubbing through your slit. "eren..."

"c'mon, sit baby. we're not done yet; fuck yourself on me." he placed his lips on your the top of your head. "please?"

you picked yourself up and scoot back taking eren's dick in your hand once more. you didn't even care that he didn't have a condom, you trusted him, and you trusted the birth control you were on too.

finally you slipped down onto him and for him it felt like you were sucking him up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside of you. "so fucking tight... you're so wet." he groaned with his hands on your hips and yours on his chest steadying you. it had been awhile since you had been fucked and feeling so full again felt good, the stretch felt good and the slight pain subsided so quickly.

slowly, you guided yourself up and down eren's cock until you could find a good rhythm. your chest bounced above him and your ass clapped together, mixing in with the sound of your slick getting pushed in and out of you. "yeah, like that," eren hummed watching you focused, your pussy squeezing around him and you putting in the efforts to fuck yourself on him for both your pleasure.

eren's hands helped guide your body up and down him, and you leaned forward a little to add some more pressure to your clit. everything felt so good, the way he hit your cervix, the way your bud rubbed against his lower abdomen, you could definitely say this was one of the best fucks you had in a while. eren slapped your ass for encouragement before massaging the same area and relishing in your gasp.

"this feels good... and so much better when you're high." you sighed out while your face contorted in pleasure.

"or is my dick just that good?" eren joked looking up at you after your comment.

"shut it, eren.. and," you leaned forward some more. you were somewhat exhausted from riding already, thighs aching and body shivering from the pleasure. "i’m tired..." you admitted almost shamefully.

"you're tired?" he spoke in the way you would to a child while turning you around so you were on your side. his chest was against your back, the cold gold material resting between your shoulder blades and your ass snug against him. he lifted your leg and held it up while you guided him back inside of you until he was buried deep once again, this angle hitting even better.

"i got you," eren murmured against your neck while starting his pace slow. his hand trailed up to your neck and he gave it a light squeeze while pushing you further against him. he loved the way your ass bounced against his lower stomach when he started going faster, making him speed up his pace. "'m gonna fuck you so good."

you let out a slutty moan at his dirty talk, bringing a hand over to your mouth and shutting your eyes. he found that sweet spot inside of you and you couldn't help but react as well as he hit it over and over again. eren's hand on your throat went up to pull your hand off of your mouth. "don't try to hide that pretty voice, i want to hear you, i want them to hear you. get loud baby."

you were sure he felt the way you clenched around him, suffocating his dick as it slid in and out of you at a steady speed, and this time when you let out a moan you let him hear it, you were loud like he asked and tried to put your leg up even further so he could hit deeper.

"eren, fuck!" you were left pondering why you didn't think about this earlier, why you didn't listen to everybody who told you to get with eren. you could've been getting the best dick you'd gotten in years but both your stubborn, wavering feelings got in the way. "yes, oh my god, yes!" you cried out while eren bucked his hips up into you tightening his grip on your neck.

he turned your head towards him and engaged your lips again swallowing your cries and whimpers as he abused your pussy. your hand shakily made its way down to your clit to give you another push but he was quicker, dropping your leg and grabbing your wrist causing you to yelp. "eren, please."

"beg me." that same fervor from earlier returned. being edged on by your cries and shouts of his name, knowing how good he was fucking you and making you feel was such a turn on. "tell me how you want me, how you want my cum."

your breath was ragged and your leg was aching but you wanted it stretched out again where you could feel it deep. you were on the verge of tears. your hips rutted against eren for any boost, any pressure that you could get you to your high. the hand around your neck only gripped further as you didn't respond yet.

"c'mon, beg me baby."

"eren," his name came out broken, your back leaving his chest as your arched hard. "please fuck me, fuck me... please," he started to move again in the least, after all he was on the verge of cumming as well. "fuck, cum inside me, i want it, please." the sobs that left your mouth were so hot and of course he gave you what you wanted.

he fucked up into you after lifting your leg again and letting the fingers that were choking you slip into your mouth while he kissed and nibbled at your neck, speaking in between, praising you and marking you. his hand slipped from your mouth and he brought his wet fingers down to your clit rubbing for you until you toppled over the edge with a loud cry of his name. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cunt gripped him like a vice over and over again as if you were trying to milk him.

"ah, fuck," the way you were squeezing around him caused him to unravel himself, white painting your walls as he filled you up with his cum, shaking himself. "_____," he heaved as the two of you tried to come down from your escapade.

your breathing was beginning to steady again but you could still feel yourself pulsing around him causing him to pull out before it became too much. "eren.." you answered back as your head relaxed against his pillow while you rested in his grip. you felt his lips against your neck again, then stopping at your shoulder blades.

you were blanking out from tiredness, only then did you realize the state you were in, hair in somewhat of a mess, a sheen of sweat covering both of your bare bodies, and marks littering your body. not to mention the cum trying to ooze out of you. you didn't even realize when eren had gotten up until he came back, wiping you clean and only assuming he did himself too. he locked his door on the way back in and slipped his boxers back on, reciprocating on you with your underwear.

you could feel the bed shift, eren crawling in bed beside you after drawing out the covers from underneath both of you and wrapping them around you and him, bringing you against him before you fell back asleep.

༄ ༄ ༄

you woke up to a hand shaking you, your eyes lazily opening.

"wake up, _____."

"eren?"

the pretty boy smiled at you and studied your features as you tried to wake up completely. you were no longer naked, or in the same position you were from last night, now wearing a plain white shirt and your underwear.

"morning, i gotta head to class soon, remember i have a test, or did i-"

"don't finish that sentence." you rolled your eyes as you sat up completely eren laughing at you. you followed his eyes, them resting on your lips like always and you took it upon yourself to lean up and kiss him, this time quite innocently, domestic almost. "sorry, morning breath, but,"

eren this time cut you off with another soft kiss, his cheeks rising from his smile as he pulled you closer to him.

you didn't want to talk it out yet, you were somewhat fine with where everything was at now, although you knew your friends and eren wouldn't want to coax a direct answer out of you sooner or later.

but you were content with the way eren kissed you just seconds ago, content with his jacket and sweats you had to wear, you were content with having to use spare bathroom products at his house, you were content with the wave armin and mikasa gave you out the door, content with the walk you and eren shared to the college, content with the last kiss he gave you before his class.

content is how you were feeling.

content.

[im-a-killer-queen]

LEVI X READER

The job (Part 3)

Part 1 / Part 2

Based on @lazyexuseforausername idea.

Warnings: death, blood, smut, sub!Levi, dom!fem!reader, choking (a bit), unprotected (use protection, don’t be like them, tears (but not in a sexual way I think), virgin!Levi.

Summary: A Commander from the Garrison Corp hired you to find a notebook with names of corrupted soldiers in the Corps.

You go to your first expedition.

Author note: so here it is, part 3, the last one. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know if there is any mistake.

It was your first expedition.

Being outside of the walls felt dangerous, but also, you felt free. The air was more refreshing, and you felt like getting out of a cage. You liked the feeling.

They gave the order to separate, you were with Connie and Jean. You saw two other cadets in front of you. They were far, but you were in open field, so you could see them.

“Eyes open” Jean told you “you never know when a Titan will show” you nodded.You have never seen one, but you had imagine terrible beast.

So when you saw one, you didn’t thought it was that horrible. They were far from the three of you, but they were close to the cadets on the front.

“They are fast!” Connie shouted “they can’t use the gear here! They are going to kill them!”

You saw a red flare.

“They should have used the black one” Jean said.

“They look normal” you said, but you knew you were wrong when one of them jumped taking one of the cadets. You gasped.

The three of you galloped faster. But you knew you wouldn’t be on time.

You couldn’t do much when the titan crushed the body of the cadet with his teeth. Your eyes filled with tears and your heart was pounding your chest.

The second cadet tried to kill the other, but the abnormal took him and he shared the same fate than his partner.

Connie shot a black flare “it is too dangerous, we should…” but you didn’t listen.

You are going to kill those titans.

You didn’t even felt fear. It was range.

Avoiding the abnormal, you killed the other titan. After that, you cut the abnormal’s hand, then you go for the other hand, then one leg and then the other.

Just when you decided to finally kill the titan, you saw a shadow flash in front of you, and the the titan was dead.

It was Levi.

You both called your horses and met with Connie and Jean (your group) and Eren and Sasha (Levi’s group).

“You shouldn’t have gone for those titans, it was dangerous” Levi said.

“If I don’t kill them they would kill other cadets” you answered.

“That is why we have flares” he said “I came here and a killed the abnormal”.

“I didn’t need your help” you heard Sasha gasping.

“That’s not how this works, you are on a team now, you don’t get to do anything you want”.

You didn’t say anything else. Truth is, you were in shock. You couldn’t stop thinking on those cadets. Their faces, the blood…

Another black flare.

“What is happening today?” Eren asked irritated “are you all in the underground this jinxed?”

Is he saying that this is your fault?

“Oi Eren, say something like that again and you won’t see the light of the sun on a week” Levi scolded.

“I- Sorry, I didn’t meant to be rude or-“ he tried to tell you.

“Shut up for once” Levi said. You thanked him mentally.

“Wait” you said “isn’t Miche squad that way?” You asked.

“They’ll be fine” is everything Levi said.

“They problaby need help!”

“That’s not on us now, we have to keep moving”

What? Was he serious? Miche needed help! He was a good soldier, yes, but it was an abnormal we were talking about. The images of the cadets came to your mind and you just couldn’t take it.

You would never forgive yourself if you didn’t help Miche and he died. The cadets died because you didn’t tried to help them since the beginning, because you weren’t fast enough. That was not going to happen again.

You moved to Miche’s direction, not caring about Levi shouting you to came back.

You had to save them, you needed to.

It was the first time you loved someone, and you were not going to lose him. He trained with you, helped you with techniques, he didn’t judge you, he made you laugh.

You did never had a brother, but Miche felt like one. How he placed a hand in the top of your head to show affection, on your shoulder to let you know he supported you. He taught you a lot of things and he made you feel loved.

You were not going to lose that.

No matter what.

You arrived to an smashed town. It surprised you that there were buildings out of the walls, but you didn’t stop to think about it.

You saw three titans and Miche fighting one of them. Jumping out of your horse you went for other, killing him fast.

Just when you were going to kill another, it fell and you saw Hange. “She came to help” you thought. Levi was right, they didn’t need you there. “That’s not on us” he said, and he was right. You suddenly felt dumb, they had an specific organization. Of course they didn’t need you.

“What are you doing here?” Miche asked once the three of you were on a rooft. “I thought you needed help”.

He raised a brow and placed a hand on your shoulder “did your squad died?” He asked worried.

“No! No, they are fine I-“ you sighted “I came here by my own”

“Are you crazy? That was really dangerous! You just left them?” You felt horrible.

“Captain Levi was with them so…”

“Did you disobey him?” He asked knowing the answer.

“Yes” you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Hey “ he placed the other hand on your other shoulder “it’s okay” you looked at him and he was smiling “it’s your first expedition, you don’t really understand how this works and I appreciate you wanted to help me” you slightly smiled at him.

He wrapped one of his arms around you “also, Levi is gonna give you a hard time for this” he laughed “let’s not torture you more”. Hange laughed with him.

You didn’t found it funny. But you felt comfort on their laughs.

“Let’s go back” Hange said.

When you came back to the quarters and got something to dinner a cadet told you Levi wanted you in his office.

You sighted.

You knock on the door.

“Name and business” you heard his voice. That made more sense than the “come in” Erwin always said.

You said your name “you asked for me”.

“Come in”. You could swear his voice sounded colder.

He was behind his desk, sitting on his chair, siping from a cup.

“Sit” he orders you.

You don’t hesitate and you take a sit on the chair in front of him.

“I told you to stay with the squad” he starts “I gave you orders and you disobeyed me” he looked really pissed and you jumped when his hand smashed the wood of the desk, he pointed at you “do you even know what could have happened to you?! Or the rest of the squad?! Did you think that maybe you could have get the whole squad dead?! Or much worse, yourself?!” He chuckled “no, of course you didn’t”.

“Levi, I-“

“Captain Levi for you”

You took a deep breath.

“Captain Levi, Miche’a squad was in danger, i just wanted to help” you wanted to sound calm, but you didn’t.

“That’s not on you to decide!” He said firmly “you should have done what I said, end of discussion”.

“I- I’ve seen many people die on the underground” you said “but I’ve never seen anything like this” you closed your fists, trying to not cry “those creatures… they… them…” you couldn’t talk, it was too much.

He sighted “I know”.

Levi’s face fills with understanding, remembering that you saw two cadets dying on titan’s hands and he prepares you a cup of tea thinking it would calm you.

He gives it to you and leans on the desk in front of you, legs crossed.

“Mi first expedition was hard too, a whole squad was annihilated… two good friends of mine were on that squad, they were… they were like family to me”.

You didn’t expected that. You felt like it was something he didn’t just tell to people.

You leave the cup on the desk and stand up in front of him, your hand moves to his cheek, caressing it.

“Should have been hard”

“Tsk, that’s how this job is”

He moves away, but you could swear you saw him blush.

“Are you blushing?”

“I am not”

You get closer

“Do I make you nervous?”

He stares at you and after a few seconds he takes you from your waist and neck and kisses you pushing you against the desk.

It’s a desperate hungry kiss.

“I’m sorry” he blushed hard “i-I don’t know what’s gotten into me”. You kiss him again.

“It’s not bad to do or take what you want sometimes” you smiled at him teasingly “we are from the underground at the end, aren’t we?”.

He smiles, and you want to save that image forever in your mind.

He kisses you again.

With him pressing himself against you, you take his shirt off and he tooks yours. He looks really confident about it. But suddenly he stops.

“Can we-can we move to the bed?” He asks shyly

“Of course”

Once you are on the room he lays you on the bed and gets on top.

“I’ve never done this before” he looks away. You took his chin to make him look at you and you smile. “It’s okay, I’ll guide you” you switch positions.

You kiss him slow, leaving him breathless. You kiss his neck and he moans your name. You go lower, sucking his nipples and he hisses as his hand takes your hair. He calls your name. You look up at him and what you see grows a fire inside of you.

His hair is messy, his other hand is covering his mouth and he has a hard blush on his face. He looks so pretty that you thinks you fell in love.

“Do you want to stop?” You ask going back to his face, caressing his cheek. He shakes his head “use your words baby”. He blushes even more “N-no”.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Y-yes! Yes” he says your name “please” he looks away and you smile.

You take his pants off and leave a kiss on his half-hard clothed member. He shivers.

You palm him trough his boxers and one of his hands covers yours, urging your hand to keep going.

“Does it feel good?” You ask.

“Yes” he whispers.

You loved it, having him wrapped around your finger. Taking humanity’s strongest soldier, the strong and hard Captain Levi and make a mess out of him, make him succumb to you.

You free his hardness and take him by the shaft, leaving a kiss on the red tip and then sucking it. He moans loud. He takes you by your scalp so hard it hurts, but you don’t mind.

“Look at you, so desperate for me, wanting this so bad” he moans at your words.

He calls your name again “please, please I wanna feel you”. You smile and straddle him, freeing his cock from your grip.

You make him move to the headboard sitting, his back against it. He takes your bra off, not wanting to wait more.

He tooks one of your nipples with his mouth and the other with his hand. You moan. His warm mouth feels amazing against your hard nipple.

“Levi” you moan and you feel his cock twitch behind you. You take his hair on the top of his head and make him move away from your nipples, he whines and you chuckle.

“Be patient, sir” his grip on your waist tighten, and you know that calling him that makes him crazy.

You take the rest of your clothes off and he admires you, “you are so fucking beautiful” he says.

You smile getting back to your position. You grind your folds against his cock. He is moaning so loud you think someone is going to hear him, but you don’t care. Actually, you want them to know, you want them to know you are making him feel this good.

“I need to be inside you, please” he looks at you, his mouth is open and his eyes hooded. He looks so good and he is asking so nicely, that you have to give him what he is asking.

Slowly, you pull yourself down, feeling how his cock makes its way through your walls. When you bottom out, you hear a shaky breath leaving his mouth. You kiss him.

“Are you okay?” You ask and he nods “please” he begs “move “.

So you do.

Yo start moving slowly, and when you go faster and he moves his hips taking yours to thrust more deep into you, you think you are in heaven.

The feeling is amazing, his cock is giving you so much pleasure, his mouth is in your nipples and his moans and pleads makes you feel close.

You stimulate his nipples, making him moan your name louder. “Are you close?” You ask.

“I- I think, yes” you smile, so cute.

After a few more thrusts your walls clench around him, and you take his scalp with one hand and his neck with the other making a bit of pressure. Right after your orgasm, his washes over him, his eyes rolls to the back of his head and he screams your name, tears of pleasure on his eyes. Again, you want to have that image in your head forever. You want to see him like that every day.

You both breath heavily and when you slip from his cock you both whine for the lost of contact. He hugs you tight and you hug him back, his shoulders convulse and you look down at him. He is crying.

“Hey Levi” you clean the tears with your thumbs “are you okay?”

He nods “it’s just…” he shakes his head.

“Did I hurt you, was I too rough?” You ask worried.

“No! I-“ he takes a deep breath, not looking at you “I just, I never thought someone would want to connect this way with me… I- I just, I’ve never felt this way before with anyone”.

You smile and make him look at you “me neither” he looks shocked “I have never felt this way before and I don’t know why, but I feel some kind of connection with you since the day we met”

“Yeah, me too” you both smile.

You stand up and his face shows worry “I’m going to take something to clean us, wait here” you give him a peck and he smiles.

Once you both are cleaned you cuddle together on the bed.

“I want to be with you” he says “I don’t know if it’s love, but I know this is what I want”

“Me too”

After that you both fell asleep.

Fortunately, you shared more nights like that, sometimes just talking, sometimes just hugging each other.

You created a bond not even death was able to break.

You fought together, cried together, laugh together.

Because as long as you had each other, there was no obstacle you couldn’t overcome.

Note:

I don’t know why I made Levi so sub, it was just what the story was asking, I swear I didn’t chose it 😂. Anyway I really feel like Levi would cry after having sex for the first time with someone, he would get really emotional, especially because it would be one of the only times he can. I wanted to make him a dom in this chapter, but it would have been really forced.

And yes, I love Miche

Hope you enjoyed it!

[fayesrossua]

REINER BRAUN: COMFORT

minors and ageless blogs don’t interact!!

Prompt: inspired by the latest episode of AOT - Reiners long term partner catches wind of his whereabouts and drops everything to go to him. Finds Reiner hurt, wants to try and help him. More on the wholesome/sad side!

Tag/keyword: injured Reiner, comfort, bringing back to health, bathing, massage, making out, reunited.

Warning: mention of blood, and mild spoiler if you haven’t watched EP82!

Word count: 1.6k ish

“Take off your shirt, Reiner.” You said, squatting down to his level. It was time to take control, even for just a few minutes.

Reiner looked at you with bleary eyes and began unbuttoning the top of his shirt. He sighed heavily as his fingers jerkily unbuttoned his shirt. Like he was adjusting to his human size again, or had just come in from the cold and his fingers were still frozen. You watched him for a moment, before your eyes turned to his blood soaked torso.

Reiner, Reiner, Reiner.

You had found him on the floor, covered in a thin blanket. Gabi ran into you on the streets, screaming at you to go back to the house she left him in. Your mind was scrambled and confused from the daydream you had of Eren. But hearing Gabi yell out Reiner’s name brought all your conflicting thoughts into precise focus.

Something was wrong, and it didn’t take more than placing a hand on him to know he was exhausted and hurt. His body almost melted to the touch of your hand.

“My armour, its-“ he began

You hushed him, bringing a finger to your mouth. “I know. I know,” you said. You helped him sit up, and take off his shirt, carefully unsticking it from the bloody patch. He hissed when you pulled his shirt to the side, and ravelled it down his arms. His armour is destroyed, and he was hit hard by something.

“You saw it, didn’t you? Eren?” He whispered.

You nodded, you didn’t allow yourself a moments second to process what was happening, it all happened so fast. “I did, unfortunately.” You reach your arms out, gesturing for Reiner to hold onto you. He slowly stood, you supporting all his dead weight. Once he was on his feet he stood more strongly, and you helped him into the washroom. “Eren is stubborn thats for sure.”

Reiner exhaled, amusement lacing his breath, “You could say that.” Opening the bathroom door, the room was lit orange with the evening sky — the wall-less territories letting the light come in more starkly than you’d seen before. You shut the blinds, trying to keep as much darkness in the room as possible. No need to see all of that right now. Reiner leant against the wall, and you began running the bath. “I can’t sit, not that far down.” He groaned.

You nodded in agreement, he was a big man, and he wouldn’t be able to get out of the bath without adding causing more pain. You grabbed a stool that sat at the edge of the sink, and placed it in the tub. You dug under the cabinets, finding a cup. “Strip and sit, Braun.” You said, raising your eyebrows at him. Reiner returned your suggestive look and his stoic face almost broke in a laugh. The conflicting feeling made him cough, it hurt to laugh. He began unbuckling his pants, and shuffled them down his legs, lingering in his underwear until you pointed to the chair to sit. He sighed in relief at the feeling of the warm water pooling at his feet, and he sat on the cold stool. His skin looked wrinkled, dry, and like all the life had been sucked out of him directly.

Random tears began accumulating in your eyes, and you wiped them away. Your hands fumbled, and a wave of unease settled over you. You needed this maybe even more than Reiner did. He would recover, his Titan.. that was hard to tell, but he would always be intact. But looking at his sluggish posture, and the ever-hopeless look in his eyes, you wanted to cry.

You wished to hold him and never let go, but for now a bath would have to suffice. You felt the water, adding a touch of cool water as you filled up the cup. You submerged a small cloth in the water and ran it out. You began at his legs, splashing water up onto his shins, and scrubbing him down. “Is the temperature okay?” Reiner just nods, his eyes closed. You fill the cup, and pour it down his legs, his thighs, arms, and back, up to his head. His is frame so rigid and tense, so you planted a light kiss on either side of his cheek as you worked on his back. “Relax.” He deflated a little bit, and you carried on. Your fingers trace along the contours of his back muscles. He shivered.

You had seen Reiner naked many times, but never had you looked at closely at the birthmarks on his back - his nervous scratching scars on his lower back - or all the small bumps around his shoulder blades. He was everything, even in this vulnerable state, and you soaked in every inch of him while you could.

You skirt around him, keeping a light hand on him. Water poured down his chest, and you took special attention to the wound on his side, careful not to irritate it. Reiners hands sat clenched, and you wanted to get rid of that. You began running the hot cloth around his shoulders, massaging him through it and then working your way down his forearm, all the way until you reached his fingers. Where you wrapped up his hand and dug your thumb into the palm of his hand. Squeezing and tugging at the joints in his fingers, allowing them to relax. After repeating on the other side you collect more water in the cup, “Close your eyes, babe.” You mumbled, using the side of your hand to cup around his eyes and lean his head back, pouring water down the crown of his head. You run your fingers through his scalp.

He reaches behind himself, feeling at your waist, before finding your hand and taking the cloth. The sudden touch made you perk up, and an excited lurch in your stomach bubbled up. He lurched forward to the faucet to soak the cloth, then ran it out before scrubbing at his face. You massaged his scalp, as he put the hot cloth on his face and let his arms dangle at his side. Soon, you turned off the water.

With a new cloth, you dabbed at his wounds, trying to clean them as much as you can before soaking them and bandaging them. Reiner sits up, lifting his arm to give you more room. He kept his eyes closed, breathing slowly through his nose. If only there was more I could do, you thought. Once you were done cleaning the wound, you reached his eye level, and he sensed your nearness. He opened his eyes, a meek smile on his lips.

“Thank you,” he says, gently bringing his fingers under your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. His lips were warm, and familiar. Something you both indulged in. His lips slid with yours, and it felt so good to touch him again. You wanted to be in his skin. To give him what little strength you had left. The side of your face rested in the palm of his hand and his index fingers traced your ear, tickling you. You ride out the kiss to it’s heated conclusion, sighing into his mouth.

“Stand for me please,” you say, stepping out of the tub, water trickling on the floor. You pulled the plug from the tub and the water began to drain. Alcohol and bandages? Where were those? You began looking for them. Reiner stood, and lifted the stool out and onto the floor. He scooped up water with the cup floating in the tub and poured it over himself a few more times. He was sallow and pale, his ribs sticking out more than you’d ever seen. He widened his stance, reaching for his dick and cleaning around it. He tossed the towel into the draining water, and shook out his hair like a wet dog. Water droplets sprinkled on your back and you turned, tossing the towel you had laid out for him “Dry yourself off!” You exclaimed.

Your heart fluttered when you heard his snarky, and amused snort. He stepped out of the tub, patting his chest and head down, going down to his legs and thighs, and then wrapping the towel around his hips. You found what you needed, and set it on the small, dirty counter. Reiner placed a hand on your shoulder, “They’re beginning to heal, I just got hit really bad.” He pointed to his side, the wound was shrinking away slowly. You feigned a pout, you wanted to play doctor on him still. His gaze brought your joking tone to a halt. Reiner tipped your chin upward, making you look up at him. The room hung in silence for a moment. “I’ve missed you.” His said, his voice low and raspy.

Immediately you felt yourself collapse underneath him, and your arms found their way around his waist. He embraced you lightly, as if scared to hurt you. “I’ve missed you too, Reiner.” You mutter into his chest. You squeezed him hard, before realizing his light touch may be to help him heal. Nonetheless, Reiner caught on and embraced you with the fullness you’re used to. You savoured these moments with him, because it was never long before he was away again. His hand wove itself through your hair, gripping it. You latched onto him as desperately as he held onto you. For a little bit nothing else outside mattered — just outside your peripheral, you both knew this would end terribly. But for now, you have each other.

He pulls away, both of his big hands coming around to hold your face, and he goes in for a suffocating kiss. You reciprocated eagerly, your hands resting at his waist. He moved you two, until your back was pressed against a wall. You gasped a little just from the impact, but dove back into his lips. Your teeth grazing his bottom lip, his tongue finds it’s way to yours and you sighed at the contact. His hands trailed down your body, reaching for your ass and squeezing.

“I really want you, but I’m so tired.” He breathed against your face. You shook your head,

“You’ve had a long week.” You say, peppering his face with kisses. He continues fondling you, his open palm taking in all curves of your body.

He leans in again and continues to kiss you. A good makeout session and a bath is all it really takes to heal Reiner’s spirit.

[levisblackbabe]

Headcanons of Aot boys with a black gf

Characters: Eren Jeager , Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman, Connie Springer and Jean Kirstein x fem black reader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, slight angst, deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Language, a bit toxic, slightly suggestive

Wc: 1500+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

Eren Jeager (The lowkey Toxic one)

· Lowkey scared of y/n because she reminds him of Levi when she is angry, and he knows she will beat his ass if necessary

· Started out as friends but he has always liked y/n

· He initially asked you out as a dare and you only found out after 6 weeks where you broke up 😐

· This legit started the cycle of breaking and getting back together (he never cheated though just a lil bit toxic)

· He is very possessive and controlling which also lead to your break ups

· Even though you have your ups and down he is mostly a good boyfriend

· He plays basketball so every time he is practising on his own, he asks you to be there for rebounds (in reality he just wants you near him baso 24/7)

· Loves your smell so he steals those items might be your lotion, hair products or perfume

· Loves your natural hair and just touches it without permission after a couple times you just gave up telling him off

· He was confused on why you changed your hair so often

· When you guys first started dating you came with box braids rather then your usual bun and he deadass thought you were somebody else 💀he was so confused on why this stranger was touching him up (this mf loyal cuz he was ready to punch you)

· He was soooo scared of meeting your parents (had to call Armin to ask for advice)

· Your family at first didn’t like him cuz of the constant breaking up but they grew to tolerate him (however your older brother doesn’t)

· Loves taking pictures of you during facetime, golden hour or whenever and saves them in a folder (simp)

· Loves your cooking soo much that he goes collect tubber ware of food worth a week and stocks up his fridge

· He loves when you speak to him in another language so he pisses you off so you can cuss him out in your native tongue

· He barely calls your name its either babe or some cringey name like bubbs or something (however if you hear your full name leave his month rip)

Armin Artlet (The simp)

· SHY BAE that’s it

· He was your English tutor and has always had a crush on you

· He wanted to ask you out on a date, but he shy and thought you won’t like white boys

· You asked him instead cuz you fell for his ocean blue eyes (I mean who wouldn’t)

· In the beginning you had to take the initiative a lot cuz he wanted to respect your boundaries but after a while he grew comfortable and took the lead

· He LOVES your natural hair and knows your wash day schedule, so he always offers to help anyway possible

· He was absolutely scared of meeting your family cuz once again he white 😐 however everyone loved him

· He most definitely invited to the family reunion

· Your aunts adore him and they always talking about you as a baby to him

· He always doing late night ft calls with you, and he WON’T hang up cuz he wants to see your face when you wake up

· Armin is a giver, so he always offers to buy thigs for your and just buy gifts at least once a week

· He also loves cooking for and with you (once you had a cooking competition and technically, he is a better cook, but he let you win)

· He likes sending random pictures of things you like and remind him of you

· He happily takes pictures of you (photographer Armin)

· You guys have a pet turtle called Mickey 🐢

· His nicknames for you are beautiful, pretty and stuff like that

· Just overall fluff

Levi Ackerman (the co-worker)

· You guys have been co-workers for 2 years actually

· You thought he hated you but in reality, he does he just acts stingy towards cuz he is Levi 😐 (some serious enemies to lovers vibe)

· He didn’t confess and never would have but due to a drunken Hange letting it slip during a hang out with your co-workers you found out

· He deadass ignored you for a week like if he saw you, he would turn into Houdini and disappear

· However, you once caught him distracted and forced him to talk to you

· Reluctantly so he spoke the truth and asked you out (thought he seemed angry about it)

· Now you guys have happily been dating

· Everyone in your office finds you lucky cuz Levi is the finest man in the office heck the world (if he was real, I would leave my bf 😭)

· He actually has a 5-year-old daughter (DILF! Levi) and told you why he never said anything about his feeling was because you know single dad and shiz

· After 6 weeks you met his babygirl and she is the cutest she loves you considering she never had much of a mother figure in her life

· His daughter is mixed so he knows how to deal with natural hair thanks to YouTube, so he sometimes helps with yours (such a good dad)

· But now that you are here you offer to do any protective styles and give him tips

· Levi isn’t very open, but he expresses his love to you with physical touch, acts of service or gifts

· However, he speaks very softly to his daughter he seems different

· Due to his love language being touch he loves petting your hair (only when you have protective styles) and putting his head on it ( he is tall in my head okay)

· He loves having you in close proximity to you and just somehow touching you

· Him and your dad really hit it off because they both have daughters

· Your aunts are lowkey infatuated with him

· Loves making breakfast for you but due to your busy schedule he just buys your coffee in the morning

· He will never tell you, but he has trouble falling asleep but when you sleepover he actually has a full nights rest (he has silk sheets just for you)

· He might seem closed off, but you know he loves you due to the little things

Connie Springer (the bestfriend)

a/n I just want to say Connie will be of Hispanic heritage for the sake of this headcanon also because all the fanfics I read about him he is portrayed as Hispanic I just write him like this however this isn’t to offend anyone or play onto stereotypes.

· You guys have been besties since freshman year high school

· You hooked up freshman year of college and been dating ever since

· Nothing really changed in your dynamic other than the fact yall kiss and do the deed

· Like you legit call each other insults though Connie likes calling slime and bubbs

· You jokingly calling each other baby mama and baby daddy (manifesting kids but whatever)

· Speaking of kids, you have plushies that you call kids and rotate them around (they are from your arcade date)

· Loves being on call with you when he is playing because it helps calm him down and not break his tv (anger issues much)

· HYPEMAN if you are looking fine asf he will hype you up so much and offer to take pictures for the gram

· You have a joint TikTok account where you reaching 10k and just do dumb couple stuff its cringey but cute (Same goes for your joint spam account where you guys just do silly things together)

· He always asks to do your hair which you repetitively deny keeping in mind last time you let him he nearly ripped off half your scalp

· Late nights drives happen a lot so you can vent and have a heart to heart under the stars, you guys also just vibe to the music and might spend hours in silence looking at the city lights and dancing

· If you fall asleep on him or in the drive back he becomes really cute and soft and just says you are beautiful and that he loves you in Spanish (ugh my heart)

· He only speaks Spanish when he wants to be cute and knows you won’t understand

· Your family have always liked him so when you guys started dating everyone was like ‘FINALLY’ (same with his family)

· Some type of kid’s movie marathon once a month cuz being a child is great

· Its just overall jokes

Jean Kirstein (Mr Doesn’t Give Up)

· Kept asking you out for a year until you gave in, he was so excited he kissed you straightaway

· He was so nervous in your first date, but he was a gentleman opening doors etc (whoever said chivalry was dead 🤨)

· Nearly said I love you on the first date considering he has liked you for a year, but he held it in

· However, he did get a kiss goodnight on the cheek (he was grinning like a fool)

· Loves the fact that you change your hair so much and so often that he happily gives recommendations and offers to help you out

· He is the overprotective type of boyfriend so he was reluctant on you meeting his friends especially Eren, but you reassured him that you wouldn’t be swayed (still icky about you hanging with Eren though)

· He adores playing pc games with you and you have a little family in Sims4 which is cute

· He now has a skincare routine because you introduced him to it (he said he didn’t need one cuz he has a ‘handsome face’ but he secretly started one lol

· He also steals your body lotion and legit smells like you (smh)

· His wrist always has a silk crunchie in case you need it, and, in his car, he has a bag with essentials for you such as pads, edge control, etc

· He calls you cute pet names but also the occasional insults as a joke

· He is lowkey rich, so he happily spoils you to fancy dinners and more

· He also likes going back to the basics so picnic dates in the spring and summer are common he says he cooks them but in reality, it’s his mum

· Your mum absolutely adores him cuz he is a ‘charmer’

· He likes facetiming you when he is working out so he can show up, but you just ignore him and continue doing what you are doing

· Like Eren he has a folder filled of mugs of you

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[erwinsvow]

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

summary: you and eren, your boyfriend armin’s best friend, have always had a strange relationship. things take a turn when armin goes home for the weekend, leaving the two of you alone on friday night.

warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), guilty reader feels bad, implied infidelity, masturbation, slight dumbification, dacryphilia, daddy kink

word count: 6.8k

author’s note: i once said i would never write for eren, so i guess that was a fat lie! enjoy!

You’re not sure about exactly when you became so comfortable with having Eren around. It was kind of like a two-for-one deal with your boyfriend, Armin, since he was so rarely seen without his best friend at his side. Their majors were so different that they hardly ever had classes together, and so the pair of them made up for lost time by spending all their other time together. 

It wasn’t totally out of the blue if Eren would crash on the couch next to you, while you were curled up beside Armin, hands interlaced and head resting softly on his chest. You’d jolt at the impact of Eren—a huge guy compared to anyone’s standards—jumping beside you and disrupting the peaceful intimacy you were sharing with your boyfriend. Armin didn’t seem to be annoyed or frustrated, and so you wouldn’t prove to be, either. You and him would welcome Eren with a laugh, directing him to the leftovers from your take-out and enjoying the company of a man who wasn’t your boyfriend far too much. 

It was easy to fall into the trap of it. Maybe Armin was always missing the way Eren’s eyes raked over your figure whenever you’d walk into the room. Maybe he was too enraptured by his marine biology textbook to notice how Eren stared at the supple skin of your exposed thighs when you took a seat next to them, dress hiking up a little or skirt much too short for a study-date with two boys. You were never much of a tease because it was so easy when you and Armin started seeing each other, so natural and comfortable that you didn’t have to try any unusual flirting methods on the golden-haired boy. As a result, he didn’t really know what bubbled under the surface of your skin and all the different thoughts that plagued your mind. 

So you think that’s why it was so easy to fall into the trap of it all, making eyes at Eren while your boyfriend sat right next to you. Choosing outfits that had previously been stuffed into the depths of your closet, because you didn’t think Armin would approve. You kept up the facade in front of your lovely boyfriend, though, because at the end of the day, you loved him and no one else. You didn’t want to break his heart by cheating on him with his closest friend, even though the electricity between you and Eren made all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and made goosebumps appear on every inch of the soft skin of your legs that Eren loved to leer at so much. No, because at the end of the day, it was plainly wrong to even think about another man when you had Armin in your life. 

That’s what you told yourself when you stopped exchanging glances with Eren, started wearing blue again instead of green, and asked Armin if you two could have more time alone. You thought Armin looked confused, and he was, but for entirely different reasons. While you had been concerned with Eren’s gaze and intentions, Armin had been silently paying attention to his best friend and girlfriend. You thought he was innocent, sure, but he wasn’t stupid. And there wasn’t a thought in Eren’s head that Armin couldn’t figure out well in advance. If you wanted to fuck Eren, all you had to do was ask, but he quickly realized you were trying to be a good little girlfriend again, rather than the devilish slut you had been recently. Well, if you weren’t going to do anything, he was going to have to take matters into his own hands. 

Eren had always wondered why you spent so much time with Armin, and by virtue of association, with him. Any other little girlfriend would at least take some time alone to study, but you practically spent every minute at Armin’s side or in their shared apartment. Armin’s explanation of how you didn’t get along with your roommates made so much sense, especially now that you were going to be sleeping in Armin’s room for the weekend while he went back home for a ‘family emergency’. 

You had asked Armin if Eren would be going back with him in a certain voice, one that he couldn’t exactly pinpoint as he eavesdropped from his own bedroom. A mixture of uncertainty, nervousness, and excitement? Was that excitement he noted? He wishes he could look into your eyes to tell, but all he can do is listen to Armin tell you that Eren would be staying in the apartment. 

Eren can almost hear your heartbeat speed up, eyes blinking quickly and heat rushing to your face. Of course Armin trusted his best friend to stay with his girlfriend for a weekend. The two people he loved the most would never betray him, and so he had nothing to fear. 

Back to being the devoted girlfriend you are, you help Armin pack his bags late Thursday night. You folded clothes on his bed and tucked them into the duffel bag neatly, while Armin looked around for his books. He would be leaving right after his classes Friday morning, and so you knew by the time you returned after your classes, he would be long gone, leaving just you and Eren to fend for yourselves Friday night. 

In the morning, you’re greeted by Armin pressing a kiss to your forehead as he heads to his eight-am lecture. Through the daze of sleep and heavy-lidded eyes, you grasp his hand softly in a failed attempt to keep him with you a little longer, but you hear him murmur something that distinctly sounds like “Don't worry, baby, Eren will take care of you” before he leaves.

You fall back asleep after, missing the way Armin and Eren talk briefly before he departs. You wake up in Armin’s bed alone, to the sound of your alarm. Usually, Fridays are your favorite day of the week because you have a light schedule and you get to spend most of the day with Armin. His classes end right when yours start, so you’d get to grab coffee with him and meet for lunch after, before either heading to the library to get work done or to his apartment because you knew Eren wouldn’t be around and therefore you could be as loud as you want.

But not today. You had to get breakfast alone, before going off to class and sitting in the library alone. You didn’t realize how quickly the day had passed by, in between studying and texting Armin to make sure he got home safely, and avoiding the pit in your stomach that kept reminding you that you’d be going home to Eren soon. You looked outside the library window from your seat, and saw the sun was setting, meaning the library was closing soon and that you had to face reality. You’re thinking about how to put going back to the apartment for even longer, maybe stopping somewhere to eat dinner, when your phone buzzes with a text notification. 

You pick it up quickly, hoping it’s from Armin, but your stomach drops again when you see the screen lit up with Eren’s name. A singular message from him reads: Did you eat yet? 

Bastard. How does he know your thoughts before you even think them? 

You’re faced with two choices. Lie to him, then go get dinner by yourself, and then finally go back to your own home and put up with your terrible roommates for another night… or go to the apartment, order dinner with Eren, and avoid his lecherous looks long enough to get yourself safely inside Armin’s room with the door locked. 

You feel your heart pounding inside your chest at the thought of having dinner with Eren alone. He never did anything too forward or telling with you, but you suspect it was only because Armin was always right beside you. There’s no telling what he would do if he got you alone. Your heart’s pounding, but another feeling altogether is creeping into your stomach and up to your chest, one that’s making you feel hot all over despite how chilly the air in the library is. 

You’re nearly lost in your thoughts until your phone buzzing again brings you back to reality. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in as you read his text, this time longer; We can order dinner when you get here. Promise I don’t bite.

You feel like hurling your phone across the empty library, because every sane thought in your mind is telling you not to go over there, but every bone in your body feels like it’s being pulled towards Eren. Suddenly you think back to all those times you had teased him intentionally, and how strange you feel right now, like two different versions of yourself are fighting with each other. A third buzz makes your decision for you. 

Am I really so much worse than those roommates of yours?

Eren was many things, but that was one thing he was not. You quickly remember just how often you had shown up at Armin’s doorstep in tears, or so angry you had steam blowing out of your ears, because of how much you hated them. You only had to deal with them for a few more months, so it was easy enough to avoid them and only stop by to get clothes and the occasional shower. To make matters worse, it was Friday night and they would definitely be having some kind of a party or get-together, which meant there was no way you’d be getting any sleep there. 

I’m on my way, can we get pizza? 

… 

It’s only seven-thirty when you and Eren are sitting on the couch, some movie playing on the television that you aren’t paying attention to. Your nerves only let you eat a slice of pizza, while Eren scarfed down nearly half the box. You knew you were fucked when Eren opened the door, clad only in grey sweatpants and the slick sheen of sweat apparent on his entire body, from his muscular arms to his abs.

Bastard, bastard, bastard. He opened the door like that on purpose, just to see you react with a splutter and blush red.

“I’m just gonna jump into the shower, can you order the pizza?” he shouted to you while walking back to his bedroom. He came out with a towel, and you had barely processed the words because the only thing you could think about were his arms. You knew Eren was fit, anyone could tell just by looking at him, but you had no idea he was built like that. If you were a lesser woman, you would have tried to sneak glances at Eren getting into or out of the shower during all those opportunities you had, but you never did, because it felt wrong to look away from Armin’s blue eyes to focus on Eren.

But now, with no one else there to stop or distract you, your eyes were glued to his muscular figure. It wasn’t too hard to think about how easily he could pin you somewhere—up against a wall, or a door maybe, or across the dinner table. It wouldn’t even take him both hands to keep your head shoved down or keep both your arms pinned back as he—

“Hey, you okay? Did you hear me?” Eren asks again, standing right in front of you. He’s trying his hardest to sound sincere, but there’s a smirk on his face as he observes your behavior. If it wasn’t obvious before, it’s clear as day now.

“I-I’m fine. What kind of pizza do you want?”

“Whatever kind you want, just get extra cheese. Menus on the table,” he says, before turning back around and walking to the bathroom. You’re almost jaw-dropped as you watch him walk away, and hear the water turn on. You take several deep breaths, reminding yourself to stay calm. After dinner, you could go into Armin’s room and be completely fine. 

You order the pizza and go into Armin’s room to sort your stuff out, looking through your bag and searching for clothes to sleep in. You knew you had packed them, but you suddenly couldn’t find them anywhere. Your shorts and t-shirt were missing, and you quickly realized you left them on your bed while you had gone to grab your toothbrush. Damn it. 

Armin has a collection of perfectly soft and comfortable shirts to sleep in, so you open one of his drawers and pull out a dark green one, with some design on it. There’s no shorts that would fit you among Armin’s clothes, so you’ll have to do without them tonight. It’s fine though, considering the door will be locked and you’ll be safe and sound once you and Eren go to bed. Or so you thought.

Now you’re sitting on the couch, still dressed in your day clothes and feeling hot again. You knew Armin liked to keep the apartment on the warmer side, but you had never felt quite this warm before.

Eren glances at you with a quizzical look, and you realize your shiftiness and breathy pants are more noticeable than you thought. 

“Are you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out and you barely ate a thing,” he comments, keeping his eyes on you which somehow makes you feel even worse. His gaze is piercing, and though you never really cared that Eren always looks like he’s undressing you with his eyes, it’s bothering you now more than ever.

“I-I’m okay,” you get out, before suddenly standing up and taking off the cardigan you had worn all day. “I think I just need to shower, good night Eren,” you say, before walking away much too quickly. Eren’s eyes don’t leave you until you’re inside Armin’s room once more, wondering why you’re so hot and bothered at a simple stare from him. Him, who is not your boyfriend, and barely qualifies as your friend and for some reason has you wet from looking into those green eyes for too long.

Enough. 

Armin was kind and sweet enough to let you sleep at his place when he’s not even there, and you wanted to repay that kindness by having dirty thoughts about his best friend? No, it wasn’t right, in fact, it was inherently wrong. You take a few more moments in Armin’s room, inhaling the familiar scent of his fabric softener and all the old books on his shelves, before taking your towel and going to the bathroom. Eren is still in the living room, eating and watching the movie, you presume, and you wish to God he would leave you alone and go out to party or fuck some other girl, but he’s not. He’s spending a quiet Friday night at home with you.

The hot water and clean soap distract you from your thoughts, but the tension and heat growing in your body is only exacerbated when you run your hands across your body. There’s something very wrong about touching yourself in the shower when Eren is a dozen feet away and could hear you easily—but that’s a risk you’re willing to take if it meant it would get illicit thoughts of him out of your brain for the rest of the night. 

One hand goes to play with your hardened nipple, as the other tenderly begins to rub circles on your clit. Your hands try to imitate Armin’s, and he’s always gentle with you, but as you let out a muffled moan, you realize it’s not Armin’s careful touch you want right now. It’s Eren’s rough fingers, fingers that would move in and out of your wetness harshly, not waiting for you to adjust to their size. Eren wouldn’t start with one, like Armin, he would go for three and keep his thumb on your clit, rubbing so fast and in just the right way, while his mouth would be on your tits—tongue doing the talking for him on your sensitive nipples. He wouldn’t care to stop if it was getting to be too much, and he wouldn’t let you come down from your high before starting again, he would just keep going. Eren would know when you’ve had enough, and just once didn’t meet his requirements for enough. 

If anyone could see you right now, you could die from embarrassment, furiously fucking your fingers and completely unaware of how loud you were being as you tried to imitate what Eren would do to you. But imitating wasn’t quite enough, You were so close, you could almost feel that tight knot in your stomach unwind, just a little more—-

Knock. 

“Hey, you’ve been in there a while. Everything okay?” Eren’s voice is muffled from outside the door, and the waterfall coming from the shower suddenly felt like it was pounding beside you. 

Your hand covers your mouth as you let out a frustrated, stifled sob. 

“Y-yeah! I’m almost done!” you call back out, fingers still inside you. You remove them with a gasp, shaking and face burning at the idea that Eren might have overheard you. You get out of the shower on wobbly legs, wrapping the towel securely around you and heading to Armin’s bedroom to change and put an end to this strange day. You don’t notice that Eren’s door is cracked open a little.

As strange as it sounds, you feel much better once you’re in Armin’s shirt and just a pair of panties, ready for bed. A nagging voice in the back of your head wants you to finish what you started in the shower, nipples hard again as the air seems cooler than earlier, but you push the thoughts aside. Another day.

You grab your water bottle to take your birth-control pill, eight forty-five on the dot, but realize its contents are empty as a result of your earlier hot flash. You tiptoe into the kitchen, extra careful because you don’t want Eren to hear and come out, but as you fill up a glass, your roommate for the night is suddenly leaning against the counter. 

It should be illegal the way he says your name. Sultry and deep and rolling off his tongue without even trying. Eren doesn’t have to change a thing about him to be the very definition of the word erotic, which is coincidentally the only word you can use to describe this encounter. 

He’s forgone the shirt he had on earlier, when you were eating together, and you knew he had put it on just to make sure you didn’t choke on your pizza. Just in those sweatpants again, you could see everything you had tried too hard to avert your gaze from, on display right in front of you. 

“E-Eren,” you stutter out, skin burning again even though it was cold now. “I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s okay. What are you taking, there?” You flushed again at the idea of having to tell Eren it was your birth control, because it felt as if he already knew somehow. He watches you with that damn smirk and a raised eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

“It’s ibuprofen.”

“Oh.. ibuprofen, huh? That’s weird, because every time I asked you if you were okay, you said you were fine. Were you lying to me?” His tone is dangerous, somewhere between amused and angry.

You didn’t even realize he had gotten so close to you, until you tried to take another step backwards to put some distance between you two, but you were met by resistance from a cupboard, signifying the end of the wall.

“I-I wasn’t lying, I just forgot-” You hear him click his tongue. He’s dangerously close to you now, you can feel the heat coming off of his body and one more step from him would make you feel the cold breath of his exhales.

“Forgot what, baby? It seems to me that I just caught you in a lie.” Another click of his tongue. “Now, Armin always says you’re a good girl, but I don’t think a good girl would lie to me like you’ve been doing all night, right?”

Armin. The very mention of his name makes something recoil inside your chest, makes you remember how you don’t want to hurt him like this, and how much pain he would be in if he found out about this little interaction between you and Eren.

You try to push back, but Eren extends his arms up, trapping you between them and the cabinet, leaving no way for you to escape. 

“Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me?” 

The simple sentence is enough to send your brain, skin, heart on fire, as you let out a breath and find your head nodding up and down. Your body seems to have a mind of its own, wetness seeping from between your folds and no doubt creating a darkened patch on your panties.

“Good girl,” he mewls, dragging out each syllable as he speaks. “I thought I might have to punish you if you kept lying to me, but I don’t think that’ll be an issue anymore. Am I right?” He watches you dumbly nod again, eyes very much blank and just focused on one thing: him. He nods too, mocking your movements and smirking again. “Should we play a game? How about I ask a question, and you have to tell the truth? Sound good?”

Everything’s on fire, and you can’t hear anything besides the thumping of your heart in your chest. Long gone are your inhibitions and desperate hope of a quiet night in with your boyfriend’s roommate.

“First question…” Eren trails off quickly, looking down your body slowly. He takes one hand down from its position of blockading you and brings it to the hem of your—Armin’s—shirt. He plays with it there before continuing his sentence. “What were you thinking about in the shower earlier?”

You feel your breath catch in your throat and a quick flame erupts in your chest at the humiliation you feel—so he had heard you after all. And he interrupted you on purpose.

“You-you were listening? I-” Eren laughs, a low rumble from his chest meeting your ears as you begin to quiver from your position against him. 

“I wasn’t listening so much as you were being loud. It seems to me that you wanted me to hear you, isn’t that right? Or else what kind of a filthy slut would be so loud?” 

You tremble at the name he calls you, not used to sort of degradation Eren is putting you through. A small voice in the back of your head tells you that he’s not wrong, and your behavior is akin to some kind of whore. Maybe you’ve been like this all along, and you just needed the right person to bring it out of you. Your head feels utterly empty and devoid of any more thoughts, and you blank at what to say to Eren next. 

“I-I’m s-sorry,” you splutter out, feeling incredibly small near Eren, who towers over you. There’s something sadistic in Eren’s gaze, but you notice him soften up at your apology.

“What are you apologizing for?” he questions, quieter than before. He knows the two of you are alone, but he can’t bring himself to raise his voice at you.

You, the bane of his existence, and a blessing all at once. Since the day Armin introduced you to him, there’s been nothing he’s wanted more than for you to meet his gaze and look at him the way you looked at his best friend, with love and adoration. He got a few lucky weeks where you didn’t immediately shy away from his eyes, when he felt like you were challenging him to do something, anything. But it went as soon as it came, and suddenly he was seeing less and less of you. Until this opportunity from Armin’s departure, that is.

“I… I was being a slut,” you whisper back to him, tears lining up at the waterline of your pretty eyes as he moves a hand to your jaw and forces you to look right at him while you speak. You shudder at the touch of his skin on yours, but you don’t want him to stop all the same. 

“That’s okay, baby,” he says in an incredibly reassuring tone that has you wondering what he’ll do next. “I like my girls a little slutty, but just for me, right?” You nod again, quickly. “Besides, I have to make it up to you, you know. I stopped you right when you were getting real close, didn’t I? I could just tell from those pretty noises you were making.” 

The next few moments pass by in a blur, Eren’s arms move and suddenly you’re over his shoulder, ass up and out as the shirt you’re wearing rides up. He delivers a quick slap, making you cry out, as he brings you into the room and lays you on the bed. He’s standing between your legs, a hand on each thigh keeping you spread open for him as he observes closely the impact of his actions on you. 

“You’re just soaking through your panties, aren’t you? Are you really that eager for me?”

You let out a whine, not wanting to answer his question because your face is burning again at the idea of Eren staring so closely at your clothed pussy—and you let out an even higher-pitched squeal when he uses a finger to push your panties aside, and look at your wetness completely. 

“So wet, and so pretty, all for me, huh?”

“Y-yes. All for you,” you let out with a moan, eager for Eren to do something. Anything at all would set you over the edge, with how you’ve been feeling these last few hours. But you think he knows that, because his actions are all teasing you and leaving you wanting more, blindly clenching around nothing at all as his fingers barely graze your clit. He lets out a laugh at your desperate antics, and you’re about to come from the slightest touch, and suddenly you feel the bed moving as Eren wraps his lips around your clit and pushes his tongue against you.

You didn’t even know you could make the noise that you let out, a scream and a cry and carnal moan all wrapped in one. You know Eren thinks the same because he looks up at you from his position between your legs, laughing against your core. The vibration from his laugh makes your legs shake even harder, as you feel Eren’s tongue attacking your clit at an even faster pace. You’re seeing stars and completely unaware of everything else, like how Eren’s nimble hands slid your panties down and tossed them to the side somewhere, landing near the bookshelf, so close to the edge when you feel his fingers teasing at your opening and plunge in without any warning. 

You were completely right about your earlier predictions, feeling Eren quickly add a third finger inside you as you clasp a hand over your mouth to stop the obscene noises from leaving your mouth. You do have neighbors, after all, despite how much empty your head feels of every thought besides one; Eren. 

He pulls his mouth away from your sensitive nerves for just a second, just to chastise you before continuing his actions.

“Don’t do that,” he says the words against your lips, “I want to hear you.” 

You weren’t sure it was possible to feel even more pleasure than you were now, but Eren’s words made you feel feral as you let out another loud moan, this time not muffled. You think he calls you a good girl, but you’re not sure if it’s your imagination. You whine when you feel Eren pull his fingers out of you, suddenly so empty when you had been so full moments ago. You’re trying to collect the words to tell him to keep going, and how this is the second time he’s ruined your finishing, but you just can’t. The only thing that comes out is a mumble of ‘please’ and ‘Eren’ 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not stopping,” he says, pulling himself up and hovering over you. One of his strong arms is by your head, holding himself up as the other hand, the one that had been inside of you, finds its way to your mouth. “Open.”

You do as you’re told, dropping your jaw quickly for him as he shoves the fingers into your hot mouth.

“Suck.” Another command that has you reeling, doing exactly as he wants and swirling your tongue around Eren’s long fingers. They’re coated with your heady wetness, and the taste is unlike anything you’ve experienced before, but you don’t stop. It feels entirely too dirty and filthy, but you’re willing to do anything to get Eren’s approval now. His words are clear now.

“Good girl. Since you’ve been so good, I think you can cum now.”

His fingers leave your mouth quickly, and he’s fiddling with your hands now, that were previously gripping the sheets so tightly you were scared they might tear. He pulls up your shirt even more, exposing your tits to the cold air of the room, and puts your fingers on your hardened nipples. He doesn’t give a command, but you know it instinctively, that he wants you to play with your nipples while he makes you come. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to follow his orders, but you go ahead anyways. You’re teasing yourself in front of his hungry, wolf-like gaze, as you clench on nothing every time you run your fingers over your sensitive nipples.

Satisfied, he returns back to his position between your legs. You’re crying out before his fingers even reach your wetness, and choke on your moan when he inserts three at once again. You know there’s no way you’ll be able to hold out now, and if he stops again you feel like you might explode into a million pieces. His tongue is rough against your clit, moving in the perfect motion, and one more thrust of his perfect fingers against that spot inside you will have you cumming so hard— Eren speaks against your pussy, a singular word.

“Cum.”

You feel the knot snap in your stomach and your orgasm shakes through you like a bolt of lightning. You hear yourself release a scream before you can stop it, fingers leaving your breasts and grasping onto Eren’s dark strands for dear life, because he hasn’t let up on his actions yet. He keeps going, riding you through it, tongue and mouth continuing on and fingers pumping in and out so quickly that the bedroom is filled with a crude, squelching noise. You’re not sure exactly how loud you were, but your throat is dry and scratchy, and you’re swallowing just to feel some relief. You feel Eren slowly retract his fingers, breathing heavy against the soft skin of your thigh, as you find your way back to reality. You don’t look down at Eren, but you hear him licking his fingers, tasting your wetness in such a sinful manner, you know you can’t look at him do it.

Reality sets in, and you look around your surroundings. Every single one of your senses had been preoccupied with Eren minutes ago, but now that they were free again, you take in the comfortable scent of the sheets and the lingering scent of your slick leaves your thoughts as you take in the familiar scent of old books. Your heartbeat was just returning to normal, when you look around and realize you’re in Armin’s room, on Armin’s bed, as Armin’s best friend gave you the most powerful orgasm of your life. 

You sit up quickly, breathing rapidly as your shirt falls to cover yourself, and you meet Eren’s eyes again.

“Lay back, baby, we’re not done yet.” There’s a haze over your thoughts, and his words, because you want to fight him, and yell and scream at him for bringing you into Armin’s room when you already felt so horrible about what you’ve done, but you can’t summon anything. The only thing you can think about is Eren’s dick, and how it would feel inside you, and how your sensitive walls would take him. So you follow Eren’s orders, and lay back down. Eren hovers over you again, pulling at your shirt, up and over your head, and it lands with a soft thud on the carpet. 

He’s looking at you now, up and down slowly, but different than all the other times. He doesn’t have to rush to take it all in this time, because you’re on display just for him now. So he takes his time, and starts with a soft kiss to the skin right above your heart, wondering if he can hear the hard thuds or if that’s just his imagination. You look at him while he continues his ministrations, wondering why he’s being so slow and careful, because you hadn’t expected this.

His lips work their way up, to your collarbone and then your neck, taking his time to suck on the skin and pepper it with kisses once he hears you hiss in pain. He murmurs an apology against your jaw, before his teeth take your bottom lip between them. He lets go soon after, too eager to feel your lips against his. He’s scared you might pull away, but you don’t. You know you’ve done something terrible, but it’s too late to take it back now. 

He kisses you deeply, tongues finding each other and exchanging that heady taste of yourself. You moan into the kiss, your hands finding the side of Eren’s face and trying to push him onto yourself even harder. You’re not sure if you ever want to pull away from Eren’s lips, but he finally does, trying to catch his breath. You look into his green eyes for a moment, and find your own eyes watering. 

“Don’t cry, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” Eren’s words send you scrambling again, too eager for the fullness you know is inevitable when he finally fucks you.

You feel yourself grabbing for the waistband of his sweats, but Eren’s faster than you. His one hand pins both of yours against your chest, as he clicks his tongue in that obnoxious way again.

“Patience. Only patient girls get daddy’s cock.” You want to scream at him about how patient you’ve been, all this time and all of tonight, but you bite your tongue. You don’t need Eren’s punishment on top of the torture he’s put you through already. 

You let go of your resistance and watch with wide eyes as he removes the only thing that was in your way. His erect dick snaps up against his stomach once it’s freed, and you swallow without thinking, looking at the sheer size of him. He’s just as big as you had imagined, the tip a pretty, dark pink with white beads of pre-cum gathered at the top, and every vein causing you to descend further and further into a wanton state. It’s his thickness that you weren’t prepared for. If three of his fingers were such a tight stretch, you can only imagine what this would do to you. But at the same time, you think you might die if Eren doesn’t fuck you right now. 

He watches with that damn smirk as you stare at his dick with more eagerness than he’s ever seen before. He holds his length in his hand, directing himself to your entrance but not pushing in. He holds himself there, running his dick over your folds and almost succumbing to the inviting wetness of your cunt, but he stops himself. 

“Do you want my cock, baby?” Another surge of heat rushes through your body, feeling almost light-headed at how difficult he’s making this. But you weren’t about to start misbehaving now.

“Y-yes, yes, Eren, please-” You hiccup out, feeling yourself lose the battle against your watery eyes, as the tears roll down your face. “Please, I want it so badly, please, please, please—Oh!” 

Eren pushes in without any warning, watery eyes being his own breaking point. He could have finished on the spot seeing you cry begging for his dick, and he was determined to make you cum again before then. The noises you’re making are incredibly obscene, and he knows you’re being loud enough to notify the entire floor, but he’s not going to stop you. He’s only about half way in, but he wants to be nice and let you adjust to him.

“P-please, Eren, please-” You’re not entirely sure what you’re begging Eren for. A part of you doesn’t think it’s possible to feel more full, and another part of you wants Eren to fuck you so hard you forget everything and everyone. 

He’s about to chastise you again to be patient, and let you know that he’s doing this for you, not him, but he realizes his actions are louder than his words. With another thrust, he pushes his entire length in you. You moan again, this time with a breathy gasp, and he can’t help the smile on his face. You look so pretty crying, trying to take his entire dick and struggling immensely.

He thrusts slowly, wanting to make it last and make you feel every last vein of dick deep inside you, but the way your tight cunt grips him has him speeding up before he can help it. The noises filling Armin’s room are beyond lecherous, as the only sounds are of his tightening balls smacking against your skin with every deep thrust, and the lewd noise of your wetness taking him. 

He’s got you on your back, sitting up between your thighs and one leg hoisted on his shoulder, and thrusting so hard you can feel his hip-bone bruising your skin. There’s only one thought left in your head, and that’s how good Eren feels inside you. The aching burn of his initial assault is long gone, leaving just the feeling of Eren filling you up. Your hands remember his earlier order and find their way to your hardened nipples again, pinching and teasing, putting on a show for Eren as he moans loudly. Every noise he makes goes straight to your core, making you clench around him harder than before.

His lithe fingers find your clit again, and you throw your head back and moan even louder at the feeling. You were so, so sensitive already and this was the last straw. One more of Eren’s thrusts, hitting that special spot inside you, and one more touch of his fingers on your clit sent you screaming to your second orgasm. You were clenching tightly, as Eren worked you through it again and kept his thrusts going. You were seeing black, screaming his name and God knows what else, as you came and waves of pleasure washed over you and heat radiated from your head to your toes.

Eren’s continued thrusts kept going, even after your pussy tightened around him. You were out of breath and sweaty, and you felt Eren’s hips stutter as he leaned forwards and found your hot mouth again. You were kissing again, his lips on yours as you swallowed his moans and grabbed his arms to steady yourself. With another rapid succession of thrusts, Eren moved his lips to your neck and groaned loudly as he came inside you. You felt the hot ropes of his cum deep inside your pussy, as he kept going and going, eventually pulling out of you with a heady moan. You could feel his cum leaking out of you and onto Armin’s sheets, as you laid incredibly still beside Eren, both of you trying to catch your breath. You were ashamed to look Eren in the eyes, avoiding his gaze still as you felt your heart rate return somewhat back to normal. 

“Hey,” was all he said, breathlessly, and with a deep look in his eyes that you had never seen before. “Are you okay?” 

He straightened himself up, leaning against the bed frame and opening his arms in an inviting manner. You wanted nothing more than to avoid his touch, but you felt the exhaustion in your limbs and you convinced yourself there was nothing wrong with being held by him for a few minutes. You leaned against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling up the covers to shield you both from the cold air. You were content to fall asleep right here, every sense of yours taken up by Eren, but you couldn’t just yet. 

“What are we going to tell Armin?” you breathed out dejectedly. It was the one thought that was plaguing your mind, the one thought stopping you from being happy and peaceful beside Eren tonight. 

“Oh, baby. You’re acting like this entire thing this wasn’t his idea.”

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thanks for reading! part two with armin, anyone?

[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

[asimpforarmin]

Cuddling & Sleeping Headcanons with the AoT Characters 💛

Character(s): Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Bertholdt, Jean, Connie, & Sasha

Genre: Fluff, light-hearted.

Warnings: None

A/n: Did not mean for Bertholdt’s to be that long but oh well. It’s clear some of these are much longer than others, but I’m trying to get better at writing for a lot of people. A Modern AU is mentioned in Mikasa’s paragraph. Pretend this was posted Tuesday. I had a post I was going to edit so it said it was on Tuesday, but I already did all the tags here and because characters have multiple names I can’t be bothered.

💛 Eren:

Loves getting behind you and spooning you, arms around your waist and legs under your thighs. He’s good at it too, he’s very comfortable to snuggle with. You feel so special and lucky that you’ve got him this close to you.

Either that or him on his stomach with you halfway on his back.

He really can’t sleep and cuddle at the same time, so there’s going to have to be a point where he has to turn away from you.

He’s down to keep holding hands or something simple like that though if you still want to be touching him.

The blanket usually falls off him when he’s sleeping, meaning you usually have to drape it back over him before you fall asleep.

He’s one of those people who hangs his limbs off the side of the bed.

He also snores, not too loud, but it can get annoying sometimes.

Eren loves to rest a hand on your thigh or on your stomach while spooning you, nuzzling into the back of your neck.

He’s up for trying different positions, but only when he’s not tired. When he is tired, he just wants to hold you and go to bed as soon as he can.

💛 Armin:

Loves to lay on your chest or shoulder. He gets to look up at you and can talk to you as he falls asleep. Sure, your arm might go dead sometimes, but it’s worth it to see him lying on you, talking about his day and looking up at you admirably.

He likes to intertwine his legs with yours in this position, laying his head on you and sometimes holding one of your hands.

Oh, and if you use your other hand to rub his back or play with his hair, this boy will be in heaven.

He can fall asleep cuddling easily, he rarely has to roll away from you to sleep.

That being said, if you need to roll away, he’s fine with it, but he will try to see if he can cling onto you somehow. If you sleep on your side, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and bury his face into your back. If you sleep on your stomach/back, he’ll get on your side and link arms with you or hold your hand.

He also like to be little spoon a lot. Especially if he’s had a bad day, all he wants to do is be held by you.

He will be big spoon sometimes but only if you ask him or if he’s clinging onto you after you’ve turned around.

If you still can’t sleep when he’s doing that, he’ll just turn around and snuggle up to one of his pillows. Not in a sad way, but he just likes to clutch onto something.

Speaking of pillows, he sleeps with like three just on his side.

He will also steal your blanket from you. He doesn’t do it on purpose of course, but you’ll wake up cold in the middle of the night and have to discreetly try to get some of your blanket back.

You’ll end up with 1/4 of it back at most, unless you want to wake Armin up, so be prepared with another blanket somewhere you can grab.

💛 Mikasa:

Any position that lets her see your face is the best. She loves to just lay in front of you as you go on about what happened that day.

Just imagine coming home after a long day and collapsing on the bed alongside Mikasa, facing each other on your sides as she brushes a stray hair out of your face.

As you get more tired, she’ll get closer to you and take you in her arms, chin on your head.

Or if you’re on the couch together, she’ll lay down and pull you onto her stomach, tangling her legs with yours. One hand will be on your head playing with your hair and the other will be getting popcorn or reaching for a remote.

She’ll glance down at you, before sitting up a little and gripping your chin with her finger and kissing you, then lay back down.

Whatever position is comfortable for you is the one she’ll cuddle you in. She’ll manage to fall asleep in whatever pose you want her to be in.

She’s good at not taking the blanket away, but if you do she will take her side back. Most of the time, she’ll be able to get it back without waking you up, but if she does, she’ll apologize and plant a kiss on your head, then resume cuddling.

She doesn’t toss or turn or snore much at all, she sleeps like a rock.

She secretly loves it when you play with her hair. Just rake your fingers through it or massage her scalp and she’ll nuzzle into your neck trying to hide a small smile.

Wrapping your legs around her is another thing she likes. You probably won’t be able to fall asleep like this, but just sitting in her lap, legs and arms wrapped around her as she rocks you side to side is bliss.

If she wakes up before you, she’ll try her best to stay still and let you wake up on your own, sometimes falling back asleep.

💛 Bertholdt:

So we all know Bert has some crazy weird sleeping positions, but that doesn’t stop him from cuddling you. Because of this, he will have to turn around at some point, but will still cuddle you until he’s tired enough to go to sleep.

He likes to be little spoon, but because of his height that can be hard, so any position where he can be the one cuddled is great for him.

He’s fine with being big spoon as long as he gets to hold your hand while doing it.

After he inevitably turns around, if you can somehow find a way to cling onto him, he’ll let you, but that’s almost impossible most nights.

He’s one of those people who sleeps with his leg up and crossed over the other, and can also get a stack of pillows under his head to prop it up at a 90˚ angle but still be comfortable.

A position he’d like is to just have you on his chest. He’ll kiss your forehead and play with your hair. After he does, kiss his cheek, it will make him blush like no tomorrow.

He loves it when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, then he wraps his around your waist. It’s a loving position that makes it easy to look into each other’s eyes.

He also likes to sleep in opposite directions but have your backs touching. Even if it’s not super close or face to face, it’s comfortable and still feels really nice.

Don’t be surprised if you get accidentally pushed to the side or off the bed. If you’re on the edge, it’ll be hard to get back, but he’s alright with being woken up if you need more room.

If he pushes you off the bed, he’ll probably know straight away from the loud thwump that comes from the other side. He’ll bolt up and apologize profusely and help you back up. Then, he’ll bring you close and kiss you all over. It’s not a big drop, but he’ll still act like he dropped you off a cliff. You’ll have to assure him you’re alright, but no matter what you do, he will be glued to one side of the bed the rest of the night. You only fall off on rare occasions though, so that’s good.

The only downside to sleeping with Bertholdt is that your presence makes it harder to predict the weather. ok ill stop with the jokes im sorry

💛 Jean:

LOVES face to face stuff. He’ll hug you close and tight, giving you lots of forehead kisses and just cherishing you.

He’ll hold you like there’s no tomorrow, just feeling so lucky to have you. He’ll never tell you any of this, but he’s so happy he got someone like you.

All night, he’ll make sure you have the blanket wrapped around you and that you’re comfortable.

He also likes to spoon you, rubbing your upper arm or back. He really likes to be little spoon too. Unless you begged him for like a week, he would never be little spoon. But once he tried it, oh lord he loved it.

He doesn’t let you spoon him too much because, y’know, ego, but when you do he loves when you wrap your arms around his waist and intertwine your legs with his.

He’d snore a lot, but it wouldn’t be too loud. It’s usually just a low rumble and you don’t hear it that much.

If you’re in a position to, put your hand on his chest, he adores it.

💛 Connie:

Be careful of his legs because he will kick you sometimes. Not purposefully of course, but he is a deadly weapon when he sleeps.

Which is why he normally sleeps in the opposite direction of you.

He adores being little spoon, plus his height makes it easy to do.

He will have no shame in being the little spoon, unless someone finds out he is and gives him crap for it. Then he’ll yell at them, getting all defensive and flustered. After that he’ll assume the little spoon position defiantly.

If you’re facing each other, putting your legs together is a must, just hope he doesn’t kick you in the shins.

If he does, he’ll apologize and laugh at what he did, before flipping over to make sure he doesn’t kick you again.

💛 Sasha:

She will steal the blanket from you 24/7. No doubt about it. Even if you manage to get it back, she will do it again.

She loves getting cuddly with you. She will be big spoon, little spoon, lay on you, whatever makes both of you comfortable.

She does snore on the louder side though, which annoys the crap out of anyone else in the room, whether that be just you or if she’s in the barracks.

She loves it when you sit up and hold each other, rocking left and right, she will melt in your arms.

She’ll love to cuddle and talk about her day with you. She’ll come up with a lot of different topics and it will never get boring.

There will be crumbs in your bed, that is the price of dating Sasha. She’ll try to clean them out sometimes, but there will always be that one that ruins your sleep.

She loves it if she’s laying on her back and she’s holding your shoulders as you lay on her chest. In that position you can hear her heartbeat and she can kiss your head.