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SPRING FLING🫧🥂

COUNTRY BOY! EREN X CITY GIRL BLACK FEM READER

SUMMARY!!! yn goes back to visit what once was her home 15 years ago, only to meet a new face.

WARNINGS!!! 18+!!! high sexual themes! oral (f receiving), penetration, slow burn before smut

a part of you missed it. waking up to the fresh smell of sausage sizzling in hot grease while grits simmered on a burner next to it. feeling the cool summer breeze whip around your sweltering body from playing kickball in the large mowed field with some of the towns kids. drinking freshly squeezed lemonade your grandmother made before tending to her garden.

as the driver slowly approaches your grandparents estate, your heart couldn’t help but to let up a little. the large white house still sat perfectly on their plot of land.

“yn, sweetheart!” the houses screen door flys open with a screech. your grandmother dressed in a flowing white dress, tan beach hat, arm decorated with small gold bangles and her wedding band catching rays of sun.

the driver places his car in park, opening his door to retrieve your suitcase from the trunk. hopping out of the yellow vehicle, the older lady meets you halfway. wrinkled hands caressing your face, she smiles.

“it’s been too long. you’re all grown up on us!”

before anything could leave your lips, a grunt comes from around the bend of the house. your grandfather, covered in motor oil and dirt caked overalls. he removes his gloves, walking towards you and his wife, smile reaching his ears.

“ah i would hug ya honey but im dirtier than the pigs!”

your grandparents liked the life they lived away from the city. the way they could sit on the wrap around porch, grandfather sipping a beer and grandmother some lemonade, their towns newspaper tucked in their palms. watching as the sun ducked their bright red barn, casting a golden glow over the crops and animals grazing on the lush landscape. the stars peeking through transparent clouds, moon creating its atmosphere in the sky.

your grandmother enjoyed picking fresh fruits from her orchard, baking pies and making jams with the delectable fruits. your grandfather loved the lake that sat on the other side of the large property. growing up you’d grown to love these things about them.

as for yourself? you wouldn’t be caught dead doing half the things they do.

your career path led you to pharmaceutical consulting. working for one of the biggest companies in the world. it wasn’t something you enjoyed, but it funded the life you wanted.

living in a penthouse, well off from the city below you. the work was intense, demanding, and you needed to stay on top of it. anyone is replaceable in jobs such as those.

which is why you put in every single pto hour you had into a month long vacation.

to the middle of nowhere.

the wheels of the suitcase clank against the wooden stairs as your grandfather lugs it up the flight. following behind the older lady, excitement bubbles out of your grandmother while she quickens her pace, rushing to the door at the end of the hallway.

when she pushes the door open, it gives way easily, the hinges murmuring softly. the air that greets you is faintly cool, laced with the sweet scent of spring. someone had left the large french windows cracked open, the lace curtains drifting in slow, ghostly ripples.

“just like you left it, darlin’!” the lady says cheerfully.

stepping in feels like stepping back into a memory too fragile to hold in your hands. the room is pale, almost dreamlike. soft white walls, still wearing faint shadows of posters long torn away, frame the space. A canopy bed sits against the far wall, its sheer, pastel pink and ivory drapes spilling down like delicate water, pooled at the floor as if waiting for someone to step through them. the bed itself is made, layered with quilts of faint creams and frilly edges, whispering of afternoons spent sprawled on its surface with a book or diary.

“mary anne, we gotta get back to town to pick up some more feed for the chickens! ‘for the sun go down! i ain’t got my glasses either.” after placing your suitcase inside the threshold, your grandfather gives the back of your head a slight hold before placing a small kiss to the top.

“okay! okay! you ain’t gotta rush, clyde!” the two eventually leave you alone to unpack and do as you need.

to the right, a dresser waits, its porcelain knobs cool and familiar, though you can see chips where small hands must have struck too hard, too often. a vintage vanity mirrors the scene beside it, its surface cluttered with an array of glass perfume bottles, now dulled with dust. the mirror above has started to haze, its edges flecked with age, but you can still catch glimpses of yourself. a cushioned stool still sits beneath, its ruffled seat faded and threadbare.

the light here is alive. golden and warm, it pours through the cracked windows, catching on floating dust motes that swirl like restless fireflies. outside, unseen branches scratch faintly against the frame, their new leaves brushing with the weightlessness of spring. the breeze curls in through the cracks, carrying the faintest hints of magnolia and freshly turned earth, slipping beneath the canopy and rustling the skirts of the curtains.

there’s a rug in the center of the room, its edges frayed, and around it—near bookshelves that haven’t been touched in years—small details stand out like relics: a porcelain music box with its lid still half-open, a stuffed rabbit missing one eye perched on the window seat. all of it feels caught in a quiet kind of waiting.

your footsteps are softened by the wooden floor beneath, the boards groaning faintly under your weight. you look around and inhale deeply. it smells faintly of lavender, of clean linens, freshly cut grass, and mahogany wood.

the hot water washes away the weight of the morning and plane rides, the steam curling in soft, misty clouds that cling to the glass. you stand under the spray longer than you need to, letting it loosen muscles you hadn’t realized were tight, letting it strip the last remnants of dust from your skin. when you finally step out, the room feels cooler, the steam clinging to the mirror and walls in beads of condensation.

lathing your body in cocoa butter and applying a fair amount of lip balm.

you pull on something simple: a soft white tank top and a pair of loose cerulean cotton shorts, light enough to let the sun find your skin. carefully pulling your shower cap off, the water droplets falling down to your shoulders, running off your moisturized skin. you grab a new bottle of sunscreen from your spwarled out suitcase, the book ‘if cats disappeared from the world’, and your black chanel sunglasses.

as you make your way barefoot down the creaking staircase, everything tucked in between your arm. the house warm and bright in a way that feels both lived-in and empty. you’re halfway to the back porch when the front door swings open, and your grandparents call for your attention.

“hey, hold up a minute-” your grandfather says, pausing just inside the doorway, his hat in one hand and the keys to the truck jangling in the other. Your grandmother lingers behind him, hands resting on her hips, her face soft but serious.

“-we’re headed into town for a bit.” she says. “need some supplies for the farm and a few other things.”

you nod, shifting your weight onto one foot as you glance toward the back porch, toward the promise of sun and quiet.

“‘fore you run off-” your grandfather adds, pulling the hat onto his head.

“one of the town boys is ‘posed to be stoppin’ by. hes gone take a look at the barn, see about fixin’ up some of the beams we been neglectin’.”

“you’ll know him when you see him.” she says, a touch warily.

“so just keep an eye out. he’s probably fine, but you know how folks can be.”

something about their tone. half warning, half habit. makes you bristle. you know how quickly people judge someone based on a name, a family, a shadow cast long before them.

“all right.” you say lightly, hoping to end the conversation before it becomes something heavier.

“i’ll be outside if he shows up.”

your grandmother nods, giving you one last lingering look, and then they’re gone—boots on the porch steps, the truck’s engine growling to life and disappearing down the road. you linger by the door for a moment, watching the dust settle in the empty yard. the house feels quieter now, a little too still.

when you turn toward the back porch, the sunlight calls to you again, warm and golden, a balm for whatever comes next.

the back door opens swiftly, letting in gusts of spring air to sweep across the floors. trudging through the plains of grass tickling your thighs, you find yourself at the small floating pond your grandfather built. it sat in front of the large red barn, creating a scene of what farm living actually is.

the pond is fairly quiet, except for the hum of cicadas and the faint lapping of water against its banks. the cows deep moo a little in the distance. the sun hangs high, drenching everything in gold, and the heat wraps around you like a second skin.

you’re stretched out on a reclined lawn chair, a thin towel draped beneath you to catch the sweat. your sunglasses shield your eyes, and a book rests open in your hands, though the words blur a little under the laziness of the afternoon. a half eaten sandwich and a glass of fresh strawberry lemonade sweats beside you, the condensation leaving rings of water on the tiny wooden table. it’s sweet and cold against your tongue, a small relief in the heaviness of the heat.

your top is flung casually over the back of the chair, leaving you in a white bathing suit, comfortable and unbothered as you let the sun soak into your skin. the soft breeze off the water kisses your shoulders every now and then, rustling the pages of your book.

it isn’t until the sharp, uneven sound of boots on gravel carries over the quiet that you lift your sunglasses, brow pinching.

at first, you only catch a shadow moving toward you from the far side of the reservoir. someone tall, broad-shouldered, and clearly not your grandparents.

“hey!” the voice calls, deep but rough, like he hasn’t spoken much today.

you sit up a little straighter, your sunglasses slipping down the bridge of your nose as you look him over. he’s closer now, close enough for you to see the sharp lines of his face, the way dark hair falls a little too messily over his forehead. he’s wearing a plain t-shirt, worn jeans stained at the knees, and scuffed boots that kick up small puffs of dirt as he moves. there’s a toolbox in his hand, which he sets down carelessly at his feet.

“you’re, uh…-” he trails off, scanning you quickly before looking away, his jaw tight. he was issued to seeing old people on this property. but you were a sight for sore eyes. he couldn’t help but fixate his green eyes back onto you. watching as the beads of condensation dripped from the glass to your exposed cleavage, sliding down between your moisturized boobs. that were too big for the swim top your sported. his eyes fed off the way your e/c* eyes shined in the light under the black shields, lips glistening under the rays.

“im here for the barn. your grandparents said someone would be around.” his words are tight and frigid.

you blink, caught between annoyance and curiosity.

“yeah, they mentioned you.” you let your sunglasses slide back into place, leaning back in the chair as if his presence hasn’t disrupted anything.

“didn’t realize you’d be here so soon.”

“you’re welcome.” he mutters, a hint of sarcasm threading through the words as he squats to grab the toolbox.

you raise a brow, bristling.

“didn’t say i was thanking you.”

that makes him pause, glancing up through his lashes like he can’t decide whether to be amused or annoyed. a scoff releases from his lips.

“you sure are a real warm welcome, huh? and you’re reading a book about.. cats?”

“and you’re a little grumpy for someone who just got here. not that it’s any of your concern, i prefer cats over mutts.”

he huffs out a breath, maybe a laugh, but it’s hard to tell, and shakes his head, muttering something you can’t quite hear. you watch as he straightens up again, swiping the back of his hand across his forehead as if to dismiss you entirely.

“look, i’ll stay outta your way. just here to fix the barn, ma’am.” he says, nodding toward the distant structure.

“you can go back to… whatever this is.” his gaze flickers briefly over your lemonade, the book, your sprawled-out figure in the sun, before he turns on his heel and starts walking toward the barn.

you glare after him, irritation bubbling to the surface. the nerve of him, showing up out of nowhere with a chip on his shoulder like you’re the one invading his day.

“you’re welcome.” you call after him pointedly, though he doesn’t stop, just throws a hand up in a half-hearted wave of dismissal.

the barn door groans open in the distance, and you sink back into your chair with a huff, flipping your book shut. for the first time all day, the quiet doesn’t feel so peaceful anymore.

he had been long gone by the time your grandparents arrived back at the house. watching the sun set on the horizon out of the kitchen windows, casting a warm orange and pink hue to the house. you couldn’t help but to think about how strange of an interaction that was today.

“some’ wrong, darlin’?” your grandfather asks, pulling apart a small peice of his dinner roll, slipping it into his mouth.

“nothing papa. just tired i think. not really used to the time difference again.”

-

the kitchen smells like sugar, butter, and lemon zest. thick and warm in the morning light streaming through the windows. you stand beside your grandmother at the granite counter, your hands dusted in flour as you work a soft, pliable ball of dough, rolling it carefully under her watchful gaze. the little puffs of flour catch the light as they float lazily to the counter, turning the morning into something hazy and dreamlike. outside, the morning doves are already humming, and the breeze carries the faintest whiff of honeysuckle through the cracked window above the sink.

“not too thin now, dear.” your grandmother says gently, leaning over to inspect your work. her hair is pinned back neatly, and there’s a streak of flour on her cheek that she hasn’t noticed.

“these tarts need some structure, or they’ll fall apart ‘fore they make it to the church. we can’t have a lock in with no tarts, honey.”

“yes, ma’am.” you mutter, suppressing a small smile as you focus on the dough, guiding it into perfect little circles for the tart shells.

the table is cluttered with bowls and ingredients. deep red raspberries, bright and glistening, piled in a pale ceramic dish; a glass juicer with lemon pulp still clinging to its grooves; a small jar of sugar, the lid left slightly askew. your grandmother moves around the kitchen like she always has. calm, methodical, humming a hymn under her breath as she fills the air with the scent of baking pastry. you help her spoon the tart mixture into the shells, carefully pressing a few raspberries into each before she slides them into the oven, her hands covered in oven mitts patterned with sunflowers.

while the tarts bake, she chats softly about who will be at the church service, about old friends and new faces, her voice lilting as if trying to bridge the years that you’ve been gone. it’s comforting, her easy way of speaking, and you let it wash over you as you wipe down the counters, the scent of caramelizing sugar growing richer by the minute.

“i really appreciate your help this mornin’.” her sweet voice fills the silence.

your grandfather appears in the doorway just as you’re checking the tarts, a small grin tucked beneath his mustache. hes holding a set of keys. old, scratched, and gleaming faintly in his calloused hand.

“got something for ya.” he says, the words light but carrying a weight that makes you stop mid-step.

your grandmother glances over her shoulder, smiling softly as if she’s been expecting this.

“go on, now. see what he’s got.”

you follow your grandfather outside, the morning sun already high and hot, the light pooling across the gravel driveway. parked just off to the side of the house is a truck—not new by any stretch of the imagination, but clean, its pale blue paint shining faintly in the sunlight. it’s an older model, rounded and boxy in that classic way, and you can see where he’s spent hours tinkering with it. fresh tires, a polished hood, the faint scent of oil and steel lingering in the air.

“you’re givin’ me this?” you ask, a little breathless.

“sure am.” he replies, pressing the keys into your palm with a nod that’s gruff but affectionate.

“i’ve been workin’ on it a few months now. runs smooth s’ever. figured you might want somethin’ to get around while you’re here.”

the gesture hits you harder than you expect, and you swallow against the sudden warmth building in your chest.

“thank you,” you say softly, running your fingers over the keys before looking back at him.

he pats your shoulder in that firm, no-nonsense way of his.

“you go on, take her for a spin. just don’t let it sit idle too long, y’hear?”

you decide you can’t possibly drive your new truck around town in the same pajama bottoms and rumpled tank top you’ve been in since morning. after a quick shower, you stand in front of the mirror in your childhood bedroom, brushing your hair as the sun filters softly through the lace curtains. you choose something easy. a flowy white sundress, the fabric soft against your skin, cinched at the waist, flaring out below. it’s the kind of dress that moves when you walk, catching the breeze and making you feel like youre floating. slipping on tan sandals and grabbing your sunglasses.

sliding into the truck feels surreal, the leather of the driver’s seat warm beneath your legs as you turn the ignition. the engine rumbles to life with a satisfying purr, and you grip the wheel with a grin you can’t quite suppress.

the drive into town is nothing short of idyllic. the windows are rolled down, the warm breeze tugging at your hair and the hem of your dress as you cruise past fields of tall grass and wildflowers. radio crackles softly, static giving way to an old country song you don’t recognize but hum along to anyway. the town comes into view slowly. a handful of streets lined with brick buildings, white picket fences, and storefronts with painted signs. it’s small and familiar, a place where everyone knows everyone, and yet it feels entirely new through your eyes.

you park the truck just off the main street, slipping the keys into your bag before heading toward the square. the town is quiet, but there’s enough movement to remind you that life trickles on here. people chatting on porches, kids weaving through alleys on their bikes, a group of guys sitting on the bed of an old truck parked near the general store.

you don’t notice them at first, too busy taking in the details of the place. but their voices, loud and lazy—drift over as you pass.

“well, well.” one of them drawls, amusement curling through the words.

“ain’t expect to see you all the way out here.”

you glance over sharply, your gaze landing on none other than him. eren jaeger. leaned back against the tailgate of the truck, his arms crossed and a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. his friends exchange looks that border on curious and entertained.

“didn’t expect you to talk to me.” you shoot back without missing a beat, stopping just a few feet away.

eren raises a brow, clearly enjoying this already.

“oh, don’t worry. i’m just surprised you’re not still sunbathing by the pond, princess.”

“princess? it’s yn to you. and all of you.” you repeat, folding your arms across your chest.

“also, big talk for someone who can’t even find full jeans.” your acrylic points to the dirty man-made holes decorating the boys jeans.

that earns you a snort of laughter from one of his friends, but eren just tilts his head slightly, the smirk never faltering.

“guess you’re still mad about yesterday. why you so upset at me, darlin’?”

“mad? please.” you say, rolling your eyes. “nothing even happened.”

“mmh. sure you aren’t.” he says, pushing off the tailgate to stand up fully, his height a little more imposing up close. there’s something sharp about him. his voice, his gaze, but beneath it is something else, something less certain. you get the feeling he’s used to being looked at sideways, just like your grandparents warned you about.

“you always this charming, or is it just for me?” you ask, tipping your chin up slightly. eyes meeting his low green ones.

he huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as his friends snicker quietly behind him.

“you’re somethin’ else.” he mutters, more to himself than to you. turning on your heels, you rush to excape the uncomfortable encounter.

“see you around, princess.”

-

the next day stretches out slow and quiet. the house feels bigger without your grandparents, their absence leaving a stillness that clings to every corner. you’ve taken full advantage of the solitude, padding barefoot through the rooms in an oversized t-shirt and little else. the fabric brushes against your thighs as you move, worn soft with age, like an old friend. the back of the shirt reads something about a fishing derby from a year that predates you, and you’ve rolled the sleeves haphazardly up your shoulders, letting the collar slip wide against your collarbone.

you spend the morning lazing on the couch, your legs sprawled across the cushions as you flip halfheartedly through a book you aren’t really reading. somewhere outside, birds chatter, and the cicadas hum their slow, pulsing chorus.

it’s the kind of day where time feels like it doesn’t exist. you shuffle into the kitchen whenever you’re hungry, toast a bagel you don’t finish, drink lemonade straight from the pitcher, and leave the radio on low just to fill the silence. some soft, crooning voice filters through the speakers, adding to the lazy weight of the afternoon.

you’re perched on the arm of the couch, knees drawn up to your chest, flipping through an old fashion magazine you found tucked in a drawer when the knock comes, sharp and sudden against the door.

it startles you, your head snapping up as the noise echoes through the quiet house. the second knock follows quickly, impatient this time. you glance toward the clock on the wall, but it’s no help, just another reminder that time isn’t real today.

frowning, you slide off the couch, tugging the hem of your t-shirt self-consciously as you head toward the door. the knob feels cool beneath your fingers as you pull it open just far enough to see who it is.

and there he is.

eren, standing on your grandparents’ front porch like he belongs there, though his posture suggests otherwise. hes got one hand braced against the doorframe, his other hooked loosely in the pocket of his jeans. a thin white t-shirt clings to him in the heat, faint smudges of dirt streaked across the fabric like he’s been working outside all day. his dark hair looks even messier than it did before. some tucked into the cowboy hat, other strands falling over his forehead and curling faintly from the humidity.

for a moment, he doesn’t say anything, his gaze catching on your bare legs before he flicks his eyes up to meet yours. his expression shifts, something unreadable dancing just beneath the surface. you realize too late how you must look: hair messy, t-shirt oversized and sliding off your shoulder, a little breathless from having rushed to the door.

“what?” you say finally, crossing your arms over your chest as if that might protect you from the way he’s looking at you.

“nice greeting.” he says dryly, his voice low and a little rough around the edges.

“well, you did show up uninvited.” you shoot back, arching a brow.

“what do you want?”

eren exhales through his nose, almost like he’s amused but trying not to show it.

“your grandparents asked me to stop by. said there’s a busted pipe in the barn and they didn’t want to wait until they got back to fix it.”

you frown, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe.

“and they sent you?”

“clearly.” his lips twitch, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“believe it or not, i know how to do more than just piss you off.”

you roll your eyes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

“well, the barn’s out back. you know where it is. the big. red. building.”

“i do. smartass.” he says, but he doesn’t move, and there’s a spark of something in his eyes. mischief, maybe. that makes you suddenly aware of just how much skin your t-shirt doesn’t cover.

“what?” you ask again, sharper this time.

“nothing.” he shrugs, the movement lazy as he pushes off the doorframe and takes a step back.

“just didn’t peg you for the type to lounge around in your underwear all day. but what do i know? you wore a bikini outside.”

heat flashes across your cheeks instantly, and you grip the edge of the door tighter.

“it’s not underwear, creep. it’s comfortable.”

“sure.” he says, smirk fully formed now as he starts toward the barn, hands tucked into his pockets.

“looks real… comfortable.”

you slam the door before he can say anything else, the wood rattling in the frame.

“asshole.” you mutter under your breath, but your voice is drowned out by the sound of his boots on the gravel, his laughter carrying faintly through the cracked window.

the hum of the radio drifts on, and sunlight still slants through the windows, but something about the space feels restless now. like the air has been disturbed and won’t settle again. you find yourself standing by the door, chewing your lip and staring at nothing in particular.

it’s curiosity, you decide. that’s all it is. you’re just curious about him. about the boy who showed up at your door unannounced, dripping sarcasm like it’s second nature, as though he thrives on pressing your buttons. that’s why, after pacing the kitchen once or twice, you tug on a pair of shoes and head outside.

the barn stands at the back of the property, worn and familiar, its paint faded and roof patched with tin that glints under the afternoon sun. the gravel crunches beneath your feet as you cross the yard, your shadow stretching long ahead of you. you can hear him before you see him. something clattering against metal, followed by a low muttered curse that drifts out through the open barn doors.

you pause just outside, peeking around the corner. eren is crouched low near the base of a wooden post, his toolbox spread out beside him, sleeves shoved up to his elbows. sweat glistens faintly along the line of his neck, dark hair curling slightly against his temple, though he seems too focused on whatever he’s fixing to notice you.

“i hope you don’t talk to the pipes like that.” you say, stepping into the doorway.

eren glances up sharply, his eyes narrowing as soon as he sees you.

“what are you doing in here?”

“just checking on you.” you lean against the frame, arms crossed, the hem of your t-shirt fluttering faintly in the breeze.

“you could be in here stealing, for all I know.”

he snorts, turning back to the pipe.

“yeah, im gonna steal an old tractor and a pile’a hay. that’ll really set me up for life.”

“you’ve got the attitude for it.” you shoot back.

eren doesn’t respond right away, just reaches into his toolbox and pulls out a wrench, testing the pipe with a faint metallic screech. you take the opportunity to wander further into the barn, your bare legs brushing against the dust-speckled air, the smell of earth and old wood thick in your nose.

“don’t distract me.” he mutters after a moment, though there’s no real heat in it.

“distract you from what?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

“you seem like you know what you’re doing.”

“i do.” he replies quickly, then pauses to glance up at you again, that familiar edge of sarcasm tugging at his voice.

“but I don’t need you hovering over me like a supervisor.”

“im not hovering.” you say, wandering toward the ladder that leads up to the loft. You trail your fingers along a beam as you go, the wood rough and splintered beneath your touch.

“im just… observing.”

“observing me.” he corrects, the corner of his mouth twitching.

you shrug, tilting your head to look at him.

“maybe. you’re hard to figure out.”

“well… why are ya tryin’ t’figure me out?” he fires back, turning his full attention to you now. his gaze is sharp, but there’s something behind it. something curious, like he’s trying to pick you apart the same way you’re doing to him.

you hesitate, feeling your face heat up despite yourself.

“im just bored.”

“bored ?” eren repeats, his voice dry.

“well, sorry im not here to entertain you, princess.”

you bristle at the nickname, pushing off the beam to face him fully.

“will you quit calling me that?”

“what?” he says, smirking now. “does it bother you?”

“obviously.”

“good.” he huffs a quiet laugh under his breath, shaking his head as he goes back to the pipe, adjusting the wrench with a sharp twist. the muscles in his forearm flex with the movement, beads of sweat dripping from his body.

“you’re insufferable.” you mutter, rolling your eyes as you turn and start to climb the ladder to the loft. the wood creaks faintly under your hands and feet, but you ignore it, needing to put a little distance between you and him.

“where are you going?” he calls from below, sounding more amused than anything.

“away from you!” you shout back, hoisting yourself onto the loft and brushing the dust from your knees. the space is dim, beams of sunlight filtering through the slats in the walls, catching on cobwebs and hay strewn across the floor. you sink down near the edge, letting your legs dangle as you glance back down at him.

“don’t worry. i won’t distract you from all your hard work.”

eren glances up at you with a look that’s half exasperation, half something else. he stands, tossing the wrench back into his toolbox with a faint clatter.

“or you could just gone back in the house. you’re a real piece’a work, you know that?”

“you’re one to talk.” you shoot back, swinging your feet slightly.

“you act like you hate me, but you keep showing up.”

“i don’t hate you and i keep showing up for your folks, not you.” he mutters, scrubbing the back of his hand across his forehead as he looks away.

“you just talk too much.”

“and you’re just cranky.”

he lets out a soft laugh, one that seems to surprise even him. when he looks back at you, his expression is different, though it’s hard to tell in the dappled light of the barn.

“you don’t know anything about me.” he says finally, his voice quieter this time.

you tilt your head, studying the man below you.

“maybe not. but I know you’re not as bad as everyone says you are.”

eren stiffens slightly at that, his jaw ticking as he averts his gaze. for a moment, the only sound is the wind pressing against the barn, rattling the boards, and the distant hum of cicadas.

“you don’t know that either. and what about you, huh? showing’ up outta nowhere. bein’ as bossy as you are?” he says eventually, his tone flat.

“im a pretty good judge of character. and i used to live here. a lot changes in fifteen years.”

he scoffs, but there’s no real bite to it.

“you’re annoying.”

“and yet you’re still here.” you say, letting a smile creep onto your face.

the loft creaks beneath you, but you don’t think much of it at first. it’s old, worn by years of weight and weather, and the barn itself seems to hum with the memory of its age. eren is below, fiddling with his toolbox, muttering curses under his breath as he wrestles with some stubborn pipe or post. you’re perched on the edge of the loft, legs dangling as you watch him, not bothering to hide your smirk.

“you’re taking forever.” you tease, your voice carrying through the barn.

eren pauses, glancing up with an annoyed glare.

“if you think you can do it faster, darlin’ , be my guest.”

“oh, i didn’t say that.” you reply, leaning back with a huff of satisfaction.

“i’m just observing how inefficient you are.”

he mutters something under his breath, shaking his head, and you’re about to push his buttons again when the sharp sound of splintering wood freezes you. the beam beneath you gives a slow, aching groan. erens head shoots up, noticing the lift giving in right where you sat.

you don’t have time to react. the wood cracks loudly, shattering the stillness, and suddenly you’re falling.

it happens in a rush. your stomach lurching, air rushing past you, hands scrambling for anything to grab. you hit something solid but not the ground. the impact knocks the wind out of you, but there are arms around you, holding you tightly.

“jesus christ!” eren’s voice cuts through the chaos, sharp and alarmed. “are you stupid?”

your brain catches up slowly, heart still slamming against your ribs as you look up to find eren staring down at you. his face is just inches from yours, his arms wrapped firmly around you where he caught you before you could hit the floor.

“i—” you start to say, but the words catch in your throat.

eren lets out a breath, long and shaky, as he lowers you carefully to the barn floor. his hands linger at your sides, steadying you. “are you okay?”

you try to nod, but then you feel it. the sharp, searing pain radiating up your leg. you wince, shifting slightly, and his eyes dart downward.

“you’re hurt.” he says flatly.

“no, i’m fine,” you lie, but as soon as you move your leg, the pain worsens. you look down to see a gash along your shin, blood streaking your skin where the wood must have splintered against you.

eren notices immediately.

“shit-” he mutters, reaching for you before you can protest. “don’t move.”

“eren, i’m fine,” you insist, but your voice wavers when you try to put weight on your leg.

“yeah, sure you are,” he shoots back, already scooping you up before you can argue. his arms slide beneath your knees and back, lifting you effortlessly.

“stop squirming, unless you wanna make this worse.”

you freeze, stunned at the way he carries you, like you weigh nothing at all. his face is set, focused, though you swear you can see a flicker of concern beneath the irritation.

“you don’t have to carry me.” you mumble, feeling heat creep up your neck.

he doesn’t look at you. “and what, let you drag yourself back to the house? don’t be stupid. now imma have to fix up the loft.”

the walk back to the house feels longer than usual, the silence stretching between you save for the crunch of his boots against the dirt. you steal glances at him—at the way his brow furrows in concentration, at the way his arms flex slightly beneath your weight. his grip is careful, like he’s afraid of jostling you too much.

“you’re really dramatic, you know.” you say quietly, trying to lighten the mood.

eren snorts, glancing down at you with a raised brow.

“me? you’re the one who decided to fall through the damn barn.”

“it wasn’t a choice.” you mutter, pouting slightly.

“whatever you say, princess.”

he carries you through the front door like it’s nothing, kicking it open with his boot before setting you down gently on the couch. the shift makes you wince, and he notices, crouching beside you immediately.

“last door on the left, under the sink.”

“stay put.” he says, voice low but firm, before disappearing into the bathroom.

you sigh, leaning your head back against the cushions as the adrenaline starts to wear off, leaving behind nothing but the dull ache in your leg and the embarrassment settling deep in your chest.

when eren comes back, he’s holding the first aid kit and a damp towel. he drops onto the floor in front of you, his knees brushing the edge of the couch as he sets everything down.

“this might sting.” he warns, wetting the towel before carefully pressing it to your shin.

you hiss through your teeth, nails curling into the couch cushion. “you could be a little gentler, you know.”

“i am being gentle.” he says, though his tone lacks its usual bite. he works quickly, cleaning the blood and dirt from the scrape before carefully dabbing it dry.

you watch him quietly as he unwraps a roll of gauze, his movements surprisingly careful, his expression softer than you’ve seen before.

“you didn’t have to do all this.” you say softly.

eren doesn’t look up, focused on securing the bandage.

“yeah, well. you’re not exactly good at taking care of yourself.”

“is that your way of saying you care?”

he pauses for half a second, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. the look he gives you is unreadable, but there’s something there. something warm.

“just… don’t do anything stupid like that again.” he mutters, his gaze dropping back to the bandage.

you bite back a smile, watching as he finishes and sits back on his heels. his hands linger on your leg for a moment, testing to make sure the gauze is secure before he finally stands.

“thanks.” you say quietly, your voice soft.

eren just shrugs, grabbing the first aid kit and standing to his full height. “don’t mention it.”

you try to mimic his movements, grabbing onto the arm of the couch for support until the pain shoots you right back down. eren wastes no time meeting you at eye level again, frowing a little.

“you need to stay put. stop being so damn hardheaded, yn.”

“finally you use my name.” his eyes burn deep holes into yours, brown chunks of hair framing his face.

“eh. i still like princess.”

he pauses, just for a second, as if he’s considering something. then he turns, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.

“both are real pretty though.” he mutters, but his voice is quieter now, softer. there’s an edge of something else there, something that’s hard to place.

you feel your heart pick up, and before you can even process the thought, before you can even think to stop him, he’s closing the space between you. his hand comes to rest gently on the side of your face, and then, with surprising tenderness, he leans in. the kiss is slow, hesitant at first. just a brush of lips against yours. but it deepens quickly, and for a moment, it feels like time itself is holding its breath. maybe you were holding your breath. his hand curls around the back of your neck, and you instinctively lean into him, eyes fluttering shut as the warmth of his lips presses against yours, soft and urgent.

the kiss is over almost as soon as it started, and when he pulls back, his face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath on your skin. his eyes are dark, a little unsure, but there’s something raw there too.

“eren?” you whisper, breathless, unsure of what to say, what to do with the sudden surge of emotions.

he doesn’t speak at first, just looks at you like he’s trying to figure you out. his fingers linger against your skin for a second too long before he pulls away, stepping back.

“um, guess i’ll get going then.” he says, voice low, almost like he’s unsure of himself for the first time.

he basically rushes out the front door, leaving you with a bloody gauze pad wrapped around your shin and a sense of confusion.

-

the farmer’s market buzzes softly with life. the air smells of ripe peaches and freshly baked bread, and the sunlight filters through the trees, dappled and golden. you weave through the crowd, your basket swinging lightly on your arm, filled with a small loaf of sourdough and a jar of honey. it’s your favorite part of the week, wandering between the stalls, picking out produce and listening to the steady murmur of the townsfolk.

you’ve got a small crumpled list tucked into your hand: oat milk, a jar of honey, maybe some fresh greens, and you’re weaving your way through the market when you spot him. eren. he’s standing with a man you can only assume is his father. the resemblance is impossible to miss: the sharpness of the jawline, the same dark hair, though his father’s is streaked with gray, and the way they both carry themselves. quiet and a little standoffish. they’re posted at a vegetable stand, crates of carrots, onions, and cucumbers spread out before them. eren’s arms are crossed as he listens to something his father says, his brow furrowed like he’s only half paying attention.

something about the way eren glances around, almost restless, makes you hesitate. you watch for a beat longer, tucked slightly behind another booth, debating whether to approach. but then eren looks up, and his gaze lands on you. for a second, he’s still, his face unreadable. then his eyes shift slightly, narrowing, and it almost feels like he’s warning you.

you step forward anyway, hobbling a little on your sore leg.

“eren.” you say, your voice soft but steady. his name feels strangely loud against the background chatter, and both he and his father turn to look at you.

eren’s face tightens slightly, but he doesn’t look away. his father, on the other hand, gives you a long, slow once-over, his sharp green eyes cutting into you with a coolness that makes your chest tighten.

“who’s this?” his father asks, his tone mild but clipped, like the words have edges.

“yn, sir.” you offer quickly, stepping closer and giving him a polite smile.

“i’ve been staying with my grandparents for the spring. i’ve seen eren around, so i thought i’d introduce myself. he helps around a lot.”

you hold out your hand, but his father doesn’t take it. instead, he leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the booth’s counter, his gaze steady and unwavering.

“introducing yr’self, huh?” he says, his voice light, almost amused, but there’s something underneath it, something just sharp enough to make your stomach flip.

“not many of the town folk bother to stop by our booth, let’lone introduce themselves. guess you must be curious.”

you pull your hand back awkwardly, your smile faltering as you glance at eren.

“i just thought it would be nice, sir. i apologize.” you reply, trying to keep your voice even.

“your vegetables do look great.”

his father lets out a soft huff of a laugh, barely more than an exhale.

“yeah, they do, don’t they? we put a lotta work into this land. more than most people around here would know.”

eren shifts beside him, his jaw tightening.

“dad.” he mutters under his breath, but his father doesn’t even glance at him.

“you stayin’ with the wrights?” his father asks, tilting his head slightly.

“figured. they’re good people, always minding their own business. shame not everyone in town does the same.”

you blink, the words settling in your chest like stones. there’s no malice in his tone, not directly, but the weight of them is unmistakable.

eren’s hand comes up to rub the back of his neck, his shoulders tense.

“she’s just trying to be nice.” he says, his voice low, almost resigned, like he knows it won’t make a difference.

his father finally straightens, dusting his hands off on his jeans.

“nice is fine-” he says, glancing at you again. “-but not everyone ‘round here is friendly as they seem. might be worth ‘membering.”

the air between you feels tight, uncomfortable, and you’re not entirely sure if his words are meant as advice or something closer to a warning. you force another smile, even though your face feels stiff, and take a small step back.

“well, it was nice meeting you.” you say, your voice a little quieter now.

“i’ll let you both get back to work.”

eren looks at you then, his lips pressing together like he wants to say something but can’t. his father, however, just gives you a small, curt nod.

“have a good day, darlin’.” he says, the words clipped and formal.

you turn quickly, your cheeks burning, and make your way back into the flow of the market. the cheerful voices and warm sunlight feel duller now, muted by the lingering tension.

it’s not until you’ve stopped by another stall, pretending to inspect a bunch of lavender, that you feel eren’s presence beside you. you glance up, and there he is, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his face pulled into a scowl.

“sorry about him.” he mutters, his voice low. “he’s… he’s just like that.”

you shrug, trying to act like it didn’t bother you, though the knot in your stomach hasn’t quite eased.

“it’s fine.” you say softly, but the look he gives you says he doesn’t believe you.

for a moment, neither of you speaks. the market swirls around you, full of life and sound, but between you, there’s only a quiet tension. finally, eren sighs, tilting his head toward the edge of the market.

“come on,” he says. “let’s get out of here.”

-

you’ve learned to move quietly, to slip through the back door of the house when no one’s looking, to meet him at the edge of the woods by the lake when the sun has set and the stars are just beginning to prick the sky. everything feels like it’s wrapped in silence, soft and secretive. even the air between you seems charged with something unspoken, something thrilling. for two weeks.

he was addictive.

soft whispers under your large quilts as his lips traced kisses from your neck to lips. engulfing you in a warm embrace. wind blowing through the windows he snuck into.

he loved seeing you drive past him casually in your truck while picking up groceries for your grandmother. watching your hair whip in the wind and the low hum of the trucks engine passing by.

when you and him sat in his living room, playing with the golden lab he named ‘scout’ when he was four. your fingers comb through his mane, tilting your face upwards to avoid from being licked by the drooling animal.

whenever your grandparents gave him yet another daunting task around the farm, he’d watch as your sprawled out in a bikini. sipping the sweet tea, beach hat shading your face. watching as the droplets of water dripped down your chest. he’d hate to admit how many times he’s almost nailed his hands to the barn.

“you okay over there?” your arm, half up in a wave, drawling his attention from your new position. you lay on your chest, slowly pulling at the strings holding your top up. letting them dangle off the side of the chair, you slide the waistline of your bottoms down a little.

“eren! why don’t you come have some lemonade with me?”

you were driving him nuts.

he loved how lively you would get after spending the afternoons in a tiny, quaint bar located on the outskirts of town.

the drives back usually consisting of you halfway out the passenger window, eyes gazing up at the sky as you took advantage of the open landscape. eren would watch you intensely, eyes bouncing from the road back to you.

pulling into erens dirty path driveway, he pulls your body across the long front seat, carefully tucking his arms under your knees and around your back.

“im not drunkk!” you whine, face buried into the crook of the man’s neck while he places you down softly on the dark leather couch. closing his front door, his hand runs through his brown locs with an exasperated sigh.

“you need to sober up so i can take you home, yn. i ain’t trynna deal with a angry mob of old church people.” his height blinds out everything in your path as he stands over you. his large hands cup your face gently.

“boy im grown, come here.” you whisper, pulling him down by the forearm, eyes never leaving his. green eye flicker from your eyes to your glossed lips. your essence was like a gravitational pull.

lips locked onto one another, you can’t help but to notice he much softer his lips have gotten.

“you been exfoliating?”

“i’on know what that is, shut up and kiss me.”

it was hungry. borderline filthy the way his hands rubbed you down slowly. caressing the dips of your waist, cold jewelry slides across your stomach, hitching your breath. the tank top you wore stood no chance. brown nipples poking through the sheer cotton fabric.

hes smiling. feeling his hands roam you so freely. he couldn’t help but to take his thumbs and pointer fingers, slipping them into his mouth and out with a quick pop! going back under your shirt, he takes your perky buds in between his fingers, rolling them slowly as the rest of his hands cup your breast.

“oh! eren- oh my god.”

his lips pepper kisses all over your exposed skin, nipping at spots before kissing over the pain. hands roam down to your thighs, giving them tight grips before sliding down the couch.

eyes latched onto each other, you can’t help but to whine.

“please eren.”

this was the first time in years you’ve felt this strong of an attraction towards someone else. crazy for it to be eren of all people.

“please, what?” he’s slowly tugging at the drawstrings of the shorts you wore. eyes locked on you with a burning passion. sitting up against the arm of the couch, your shorts make it to the other side of the room.

your jaw is wide , eren hissing when you tug at his long brown locks. the moment he’s sliding his middle fingers into your burning core, stretching you open as his thumb slowly teases your clit. his body proceeding lower, all you can feel is slight gust of air hitting your cunt. his lips wrap gently around the swollen bud, sucking agonizingly slow, saliva and slick stick to the man’s face. he hums into your taste, wrapping his arms around the base of your thighs. he laid fully out on the couch.

instantly, you’re falling apart. moans breaking out in short whimpers and high gasps, grinding into his palm and nose. feeling his tongue slip inside your clenching hole, only to add two of his slender fingers.

his fingers scissor up into your throbbing cunt, hitting your sweet spot.

“babyy” you whimper, barely able to get anything out with the man’s face devouring you below. eyes closed in euphoria and concentration. hands interlocked into his head full of hair, your moans grow louder.

“doin’ such a good fuckin’ job, princess.”

feeling how he used his thumbs to spread open your pussy, using his tongue to penetrate your clenching hole. his tongue dips into you, coating his tongue in your cum, before coming back out and circling your swollen bud. the repetitive sensation sends you into a fit of louder moans, enticing the man to keep going.

“oh! ba- fu,fuck eren! im fucking c-“ the pressure builds, coiling tighter in your abdomen until you can't hold back anymore. not even when you’re cumming all over the man’s face, does he stop. he wants more now. he needs more.

from the first day he saw you out by the water, he knew he wanted you for himself. he watched the way you interacted with the townsfolk and farm animals. how sexy you were effortlessly. walking around your grandparents farm with nothing but a bikini on and practically see through shorts.

he hated to see other men in town look at you. the way the old, decrepit men would sit in the farmers markets and watch you browse around. whispering to each other while you naively chose your fruits and vegetables.

he didn’t want to share you with anyone.

his body jolts to a standing position, with ease he’s dipping down to pick you up off the couch. a large wet spot decorated the leather where you lie. he’s carrying you over his shoulder down the narrow hallway of the house.

“where we goin’?” you ask, eyes low and hazy.

you make it to the well decorated room. posters and band prints scattered on the wall , a radio sat in the corner, humming random songs from the station eren left it on. his bed was royal blue and well kept.

that was until you were being pounded into the bed.

you nails grip for anything they can reach. digging straight into the bed set, while his throbbing cock dips in and out of you. he has your right leg thrown over his shoulder, hands pinned to your waist as he draws out. face twisting in pleasure. his dick coated in the slippery substance, a faint white line forming the base of his cock as he moves in and out of you repeatedly .

“makin’ such a mess on me. pretty fuckin girl.”

he waste no time, throwing your other leg over his shoulder, locking you in as he quickens his pace. shallow breaths escape his mouth, eyes locked in concentration. you’re stuck with your mouth in an -o- shape as the man pounds you relentlessly. with a swift pull out, he taps against your side.

“on your knees, princess.”

on all fours, he wastes no time reinserting himself, bottoming out while his nails dig into the supple skin on your waist. the sound of skin slapping together and the wet squelches of your abused cunt bounce off the walls, filling your ears.

“i’ve wanted you for so long, you’re so good to me- fuck!”

the more your honey coated words fall from your lips, the more the man wants to ruin you. he wants to see you beg for him. he needed to have it.

pulling your arms from under you, he pins them to your back, locking you in an unforgiving arch. he feeds you slow, agonizing pleasing, strokes. loved watching the way your pussy desperately gripped around him as he pulled out.

trying your hardest to escape the abuse of your cervix, you try to pull away, only to receive a fire fueled spank on your ass.

“take this dick, baby. you had all that mouth ‘member? you can do it, i know ya can.”

his pace quickens, yearning for your release. the only thing you can form is small gasps of air as the man shows no mercy on your smaller frame.

“eren! oh shit- im cumming again ple-“

he releases your hands, using his free hand to rub at your clit as he continued fucking into you.

your body goes limp, clear liquid spewing out onto the man’s blankets. he flips you back over, eyes dark and full of hunger still.

“gimme just one more? please, honey. she just so good.”

folded into a middle split off the bed wasn’t something you ever thought you could do. yet here you were, on your back, eren standing in front of you, holding your legs apart.

his hips roll into yours, digging at your inside slowly. head tilted to the side, eyebrows furrowed and eyes low. your hands hold onto his muscular forearm, trying to keep grounded as the man was wearing you out.

with a few more thrust, he pulls out. long white ropes decorate his chest.

“you’re something special, yn.”

-

after your grandparents had gone into town for their usual errands, you find yourself at the edge of the lake, hidden in the soft embrace of the willow trees. the faint glow of fireflies flickers in the warm spring air, and the world feels still, like it’s holding its breath for what’s to come. eren’s there before you, waiting, leaning against a tree with a smile that always makes your stomach flip.

“thought you’d never show up,” he teases, his voice low and smooth, like it’s a secret only meant for you. his eyes flicker over you, and the corner of his mouth pulls into a crooked grin.

“you just like being dramatic,” you reply, though you can feel the flutter in your chest as you walk closer, the pull between you too strong to ignore.

he steps forward, closing the space between you, and before you can say anything else, his lips are on yours. quick, soft, the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless. it’s always like this, quick, a rush of feeling that neither of you can seem to contain. he pulls away just as quickly, his forehead resting against yours, breath mingling with yours in the cool night air.

“you’re insane.” you whisper, though you can’t hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

he grins, taking your hand and guiding you down the worn path toward the lake. the grass brushes against your bare legs, soft and cool under the fading light. the blanket he’s spread out by the water is a patchwork of colors. faded reds and yellows that look almost too bright against the darkening sky.

you settle down beside him, the scent of wildflowers heavy in the air. the lake reflects the dimming stars, the quiet ripples in the water mirroring the racing of your heart.

“y’know. ive been havin’ a lot of fun with you.” he playfully nudges your body, rocking you to the side.

“i know. imma miss you, country boy.” the fake southern accent rolled off your tongue sarcastically. although the tone was funny, something about erens aura shifted.

“what’s up? why’ve you gone all quiet?” you ask, eyes fixated on the male. the moonlight illuminated his face, exposing every freckle, unshaven parts of his face, and his eyes locked onto yours.

“i jus’ really don’t wanna let you go, princess.”

“don’t go all sappy on me now. i’ll visit when i can, you know that right?” he just nods, taking a drink of the beer he had before your arrival. the air was thick and warm, your knees pressed together, watching the water reflect the bedazzled night sky as eren just shuffles in his spot.

“yn, promise ya wont forget me?”

“eren-“ you try to stop the conversation before it happens. instead ending up in a tight hug from the man. his arms latch around your waist, head resting over your shoulder.

“im serious, yn. i ain’t ever felt this way for nobody.” pulling away, all you can see is his bright green eyes burning into yours.

“how could i ever?”

you lean in, your free hand brushing against his jaw as you kiss him. it’s slow, deliberate, and familiar, yet it feels new in the way it sends warmth flooding through you.

his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, his touch firm but gentle as he deepens the kiss, like he’s trying to hold onto the moment for as long as he can. the world around you fades. the quiet lap of the water against the shore, the soft hum of the crickets. until there’s nothing but him.

when you finally pull back, your foreheads rest together, your breaths mingling in the cool night air. eren’s thumb brushes over the curve of your jaw, and his lips curl into a small, almost sheepish smile.

“you ever thought about visiting the city?”

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[rickylovestory]

It’s Our Anniversary

part 2 (read part 1!!!)

pairing: mikasa x fem!reader x eren

cw: threesome (polyship)

wc: 3.4k

“Come down here and fuck us, baby.”

That sentence was music to Eren’s ears. He was so turned on from the minute he walked into the home and found his gorgeous girlfriends on the floor, waiting to treat him for the evening. He couldn’t believe he was so lucky to be blessed with two beautiful women, willing to surprise him like this on such a special day.

He was rubbing his aching erection as soon as he sat down. He was so happy when the girls finally let him take off his trousers and he was able to free his hard, pulsing length. The scents of the panties from his girlfriends, the sounds of them humping on each other's cunts and their faces as they experienced their shared pleasure riled him up even more from his seat. He came hard in the underwear of one of his girlfriends while they were cumming over each other.

When they finally invited him to fuck them, he jumped out his his chair. He got straight on his knees to meet them, where they sat with their legs spread wide open for him. He opens each button of his shirt and lets himself be naked just like the girls in front of him. He moves his hands to cup around their sensitive cunts and looks at them both.

“What am I gonna do with you two?” He wonders outloud. The girls smiled back at him, excited for whatever was to come.

First he grabs Mikasa’s face and brings her in for a sweet, deserving kiss. She worked so hard to please their needy girlfriend so Eren wanted to plant a kiss on her first. You looked over with your big doe eyes, waiting to be included. You didn’t want them to tell you off for being too greedy so you waited patiently, with a small pout on your lips.

When Eren let go of Mikasa’s cheeks and broke away from the kiss, he turned to face you. He gave you a small rub on the head and pulled your face into his for a kiss. You immediately wanted the kiss to last longer and go deeper, trying to push your tongue into his mouth, but Eren wouldn’t let you. Only allowing a short kiss to happen between you both, just like his one with Mikasa so he pulls away after he’s done.

Eren moved his body backwards from where his girlfriends sat and leaned his back against the chair he was sitting on before. His legs were spread out against the floor and his dick stood tall in the air. He could tell you and Mikasa were growing hungry for it.

“Both of you.” He begins. “Come over here.” He instructs you to move closer to where he is. Both of you enjoyed taking orders from Eren, especially you, so you both eagerly crawled towards where he was sitting. Both of you on each side of him, waiting for his next instructions.

“You're gonna suck me off at the same time, okay?” He tells you both. You nod nod in agreement, mouths practically drooling already and Eren smiles back in response. Both of you duck your heads down with your asses arched in the air, ready to suck his dick together. He loved the view.

Eren watched as you grabbed hold of his dick first, which he wasn’t surprised about, and spat directly on it. Mikasa then stuck her tongue out and used it to drag your spit across his length. Once his dick was covered in a mixture of your saliva, you started sucking on his leaky tip. Eren couldn’t help but grunt at the connection of your mouth sucking in the head of his dick. Mikasa used her hand to pump the dick up and down while looking into Eren’s eyes.

“It’s so fucking hard. Did you want us that badly?” She asks him.

“Fuck, yes. I wanted you both so much.” Eren responds. Mikasa had you both wrapped around her finger. “I wanted to fuck you both as soon as I walked in the door.” Eren struggles to even get the words out as you both keep sucking and pumping him while he tries to speak.

“You did? And how did you wanna fuck us?” Mikasa asks, still questioning him as his dick gets stuffed in your mouth by you below. It feels like his dick is reaching your throat.

“I wanted one of you to s-sit on my dick- arghhh while the other wrapped their legs around- fuck my head so I could eat their pussy.” Eren answers; struggling to even speak.

Eren feels you drag his dick out your mouth, making a pop sound, to reply “Sounds fun!” with a big smile on your face, happy to be pleasing your boyfriend and he smiles back.

Mikasa then takes the turn of sucking his length and you move your hands down to rub on his balls. Eren felt so aroused by all the different touches he was feeling on his dick. He knew he would cum soon from all of this.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum soon. Who wants it?” Eren asks you both. Your eyes immediately light up and he knows you are gonna want to swallow it all, like always.

“Come for us baby, I want to drink it all. Please, give it to me, Eren.” You start to beg him. Eren feels himself drawing closer at your words.

“Okay baby.” Eren says. “I’m about to cum.” He pulls Mikasa’s head off his dick and stands so he can be above the girls. You and Mikasa both sit on your knees as he taps his dick right on your cheek and you open your mouth wide. His white, creamy load begins pouring into your mouth and you let it all fill up.

Mikasa moves in closer to you once all of Eren’s cum is in your mouth. She pulls you in, bodies touching, breasts pressed together and grabs your face to drink some of Eren’s cum from your mouth. Eren just watches as both of you are being so nasty with each other. The sight was obscene. Both of you engage in an impatient kiss, some of Eren’s remaining cum sliding off your lips and onto your bodies.

Eren goes back down to the ground and once you are done kissing, he grabs your chins to face him. Lips and cheeks covered in saliva and small, white hints of his cum. He pulls you both in at the same time for a three way kiss. You all kiss each other like you haven't in years. Eren pulls both your bodies in impossibly closer, your boobs pressing against his chest.

Mikasa pulls away first, letting you kiss Eren more, knowing how bad you want this. She remains on the side of the two of you, pushing your bodies closer together. She rubs along your shoulders then your back then your ass, gripping onto the skin. She even runs her fingers along your cunt again, feeling how wet it’s gotten again and you moan into your kiss with Eren.

Then she rubs her hands across Eren’s chest and drags it downwards to rub onto his dick, which has gotten hard again. She then holds the heads of the both of you, making you kiss deeper, enjoying how she is controlling your movements. Eren pushes his tongue inside your mouth and you moan louder. Mikasa then grabs Eren’s cock and slides it in between your warm thighs, letting the slick coming from your wet pussy help push his dick in between. Both of you moan at the feeling.

Eren rocks his hips back and forth at a faster pace, thigh fucking you while Mikasa holds your body in place. You remove yourself from the kiss to turn your head and kiss Mikasa once again and she smacks your ass.

“Again!” You beg, liking how the slap felt on your ass cheeks. This time both Mikasa and Eren smack both cheeks at the same time and you cry out in pleasure. You let Eren kiss on your boobs as he keeps fucking your thighs and you kiss Mikasa harder. She’s grabbing your ass with one hand and squeezing it hard while her other hand is pushing you into Eren. He is sucking on your breasts and biting the nipple while his dick pushes faster into your thighs. You felt so overstimulated by all their touches and you just wanted more and more.

“Use me however you want.” You felt like you were going to cry. You felt so many hands on you, touching you all over. It was so good.

“I’m yours to fuck. Whenever you want. However you want. Please.” A small tear escaped from your eye, the pleasure of both of them touching you just felt so overwhelming.

“It’s know, baby, I’m gonna fuck you nice and deep.” Eren wipes the tear from your cheek then pulls his dick out from between your soaked thighs. Mikasa stops holding your body upright and you drop down onto your knees and Mikasa pulls your body so you could lay flat. Mikasa and Eren both watched you intently as you lay bare on the ground before them. Completely naked, tits hard and pussy still wet.

“I’m yours.” You tell them. Both of them immediately dive straight to your body, both of their mouths landing on your boobs. Both of them sucked your nipples hard and you loved the feeling of both of their mouths on you. You moaned from beneath them.

While they were sucking on your breasts, you felt their hands snake down your body and begin to separate your legs open. You felt so excited for more of their touch. Both of their hands found their way to your pussy, your slick dampening the surrounding area and the two lifted their heads off your chest and started to kiss their way down your body towards your hot cunt.

Both of them began to spread your legs even wider than they were before, splitting you open for them just how you wanted and they placed both of their heads in between your thighs, ready to devour your pussy together.

Both of them spat on your clit at the same time then engaged in a little together while you watched them. The kiss looked so sweet and sensual, you wished you were kissing them too. It turned you on so much just watching them kiss, your own hands started moving down towards your clit, to act on that pulsing feeling between your legs. You rubbed yourself while watching the two of them kiss each other so sweetly and they only stopped when they heard you let out a moan.

“Couldn’t even wait a second for us? That pussy is so hungry isn’t she?” Mikasa asks Eren. He chuckles deeply and responds to her question.

“Our baby is hungry and she just wants us to eat her messy pussy. Doesn’t she?” They both turn to you now. Before you can even respond, Mikasa lands one hard slap onto your pussy, which causes you to shudder in ecstasy, loving the pain of it so much.

Both of them began to messily eat from your cunt, licking whatever space they could find, their tongues clashing with each other. You moaned out their names so loudly as they ate all of the juices leaking out of you. Both of them lean their heads back and Eren pushes two fingers inside of you. The pressure feels so intense but sl pleasing.

“Fuck Eren. Move them. Please, move them inside me.” You beg, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you with his fingers.

“Not yet baby, Let Mika join too.” He tells you then suddenly you feel two extra fingers enter your pussy walls. Mikasa adds her fingers too and now both of their index and middle fingers from their left hands are stuffed inside of you. The pressure gets even tighter and you're moaning desperately.

“Fuck, Oh my- fuck! Please, push them in deeper.” You plead. “Go deeper inside me.” Both of them listen and push their fingers inside your warm walls at the same time and you cry out even louder. They start to move them back and forth at the same speed and you love every second of it.

“This pussy is so tight and needy.” Mikasa says “It’s sucking us in so deep.” which was true. You could feel yourself pulling their fingers in deeper.

“Who’s pussy is this? Tell us?” Eren speaks up. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“‘‘Ren and Mika!” You tell them in a whine. “It belongs to my boyfriend and my girlfriend. This is their pussy.”

“Exactly. Just ours. Good girl.” Mikasa tells you and you smile. “Fuck her now.” She tells Eren and he nods.

Both of them pull their fingers out of your throbbing hole and you lay there panting. Mikasa crawls forwards towards you and pulls your face up to kiss hers.

“You ready to let Eren fuck you, baby?” She asks. “We did say we would treat him today didn’t we?” You nod along. Mikasa kisses you one final time then let’s Eren take control of your body.

He flips you over so your ass is up in the air and pointing towards him. Your face is right in front of Mikasa’s and her legs are spread open, revealing her cunt and all you can think about is licking her while Eren fucks you. With Eren behind you, you feel him rub his length up and down your cunt, using the slick to lubricate his dick. Mikasa sits with her legs spread wide open and smiles at you.

Eren spreads your ass cheeks wide while you arch your back even deeper for him to get a better view. “Fuck, your such a slut for us. Just look at how wet you are.”

“I told you. I’m all yours.” You say and Eren wastes no time after that pushing the tip of his dick into your walls. Both of you moan out at the same time at his entrance. You rock your hips back a little bit to tell him he can go deeper and he does. He’s pushing himself further and further past your entrance, his dick filling you up.

Mikasa finally moves herself forwards, her pussy right in front of your face but doesn’t say a word. She slowly moves her fingers down to rub on her clit while you watch eagerly. She rubs her fingers through her own slick then brings it up to stick into your mouth. You suck on her fingers hard and both of you moan out. Eren starts to rock his hips into your ass and a slapping sound starts to fill the room

Mikasa keeps rubbing herself in front of you, her pussy so close while she watched you get fucked from behind by your boyfriend. You started to push your ass backwards against him so he could somehow fuck you deeper than he already was. His balls started to slap against you and your tongue hung out of your mouth. You looked so hungry for more.

“Look at my girls. One getting fucked by me and one getting fucked by themself. Both so horny.” Eren says. You gather spit in your mouth so you can spit on Mikasa’s clit as she continues to rub herself. Eren watches from behind at the explicit scene of his two lovers helping each other while he fucked one of them from behind.

“Go on Mika, fuck your cunt for us to watch.” He asks the girl who was still teasing and rubbing her folds. Mikasa listens to her boyfriend and pushes her fingers inside her pussy. The three of you all moan out at the sight. Mikasa fucks herself at the same rhythm Eren is fucking you. The sloppy sounds from both of your cunts can be heard around the house.

“Let me cum in this pussy baby.” He asks you, feeling himself nearing close. “Then let me cum in Mikasa. Look how bad she wants it.” You look up at Mikasa and she’s looking right in Eren’s eyes. You can tell she wants to be fucked just like you are.

Eren flips your body over, laying you flat back on the ground and lifts one of your legs around his shoulders. He pushes his dick back into you and continues fucking deeply into you. He raises one hand over to Mikasa who is behind you and removes her fingers from her own pussy and replaces it with his.

Now he’s fucking your cunt with his dick and fucking Mikasa’s cunt with his fingers. He felt himself getting closer and closer. “I’m gonna cum in this sweet pussy baby.” He tells you and he keeps moving his dick at the pace he’s going.

“Please. Breed this pussy ‘Ren.” You beg him and seconds later you feel him coating his warm, thick load inside your pussy walls. He moans hard then fucks his cum into you, keeping his pace from before. He was so sensitive but did what you said and breeded your pussy just like you wanted.

“Come here Mika.” He pulls his fingers out of Mikasa, who was nearing her orgasm till he stopped. She didn’t complain like you would have but listens and lays her body on the floor next to your fucked out one. Eren leans in and rubs her face before he lines his dick up with her slick cunt. You roll over on your side to watch their scene unfold.

Eren pushes his dick slowly into Mikasa and they both moan out together. He pushes himself deeper and deeper and Mikasa keeps whining and crying out as he fully enters her. You, still hungry for more, start to kiss Mikasa’s boobs while she gets fucked by Eren. You lick on her nipples and give them small bites that make her gasp. Mikasa is enjoying both of you pleasing her but wants more.

“Fuck, come. Sit on my face” she asks you and you waste no time throwing your leg over her body and planting your ass over her face. Your cunt is directly above her mouth and she moans into you while Eren keeps fucking her. You know you can help please her more so while Eren is still slamming his dick into her, you lean your hand lower to her clit is. You bring your fingers to rub on her already abused clit and she muffles out moans that are even louder than before. You and Eren work together to treat her pussy as she cries out beneath you. Eren leans over your body to smack and grab on your ass. You love the feeling of the three of you being so close and all over each other.

You know Mikasa is getting close because she’s whining even louder but so is Eren again. You keep rubbing Mikasa’s clit while Eren keeps ramming his dick into her tight hole. A few seconds later, you can feel Mikasa’s stomach start to clench and you know she’s about to come. Eren pulls his dick out of her and the girl starts to squirt over him. Eren quickly starts rubbing her clit eagerly and more liquid pushes out of her and covers Eren. Once she’s finished, Eren slams his dick back inside her walls and brings himself back to his rhythm from before.

“Come on ‘Ren. Cum inside of her. Cover her cunt in your cum.” you encourage the male, hoping to bring him closer to his orgasm. A few seconds later, you can tell from his face, Eren is dumping his cum into Mikasa. Both of them moan at the feeling of him filling her up with his liquid.

You pull your ass off Mikasa’s face and crawl next to Eren to watch him pull his cock out of her warm pussy. Once he pulls it out, you hold her legs open and let Eren lick and suck at Mikasa’s leaking cunt. You hold his head right against her pussy, making him drink up everything that pours out of her.

Once he’s finished, the two of you collapse on the ground next to Mikasa, all three of you feeling fucked out and exhausted. Eren lays in the middle of you and turns to plant kisses and both of your heads.

“Thank you both, my angels.”

masterlist

[rivai-hana]

Cuteness overload 😘🧣

Cutie Mikasa 😍😘❤️💖🧣

She looks so cute and innocent 😘😘

[abs5566]

Levi and Hange first met in the year 844.

Eren and Mikasa first met in the year 844.

both Eren Yeager and Hange Zoë die on the same day in the year 854. It means 10 years. Both are brunettes.

Mikasa's last words to Eren, see you later eren (Itterasshai)

Levi's last words to hange see you hange (ja Na hange, mite tekure ) just watch us

hange to levi - I wash watching you

Levi to hange keep watching us

Mikasa to eren - why are you crying?

Eren to Mikasa - why are you crying ?

hange to levi - maybe we should just live here together

Eren to mikasa - we abandoned everything and escaped out here

Levi saw the plane and Mikasa saw a bird

Source youtube

[nininikki]

logged back in to elaborate on this!!! #toohorny #needthemboth

likeeee you’re folded over on the loveseat in the living room of their swanky new york penthouse (wherein they invited you after an evening of drinks). hands damp with perspiration and desperately clinging to the undersides of your knees, pushing your legs back as far as they could reach in hopes of accommodating the girth of the man standing before you.

eren pumps his dick with all the deliberation of an artist applying brush strokes to a canvas. “shit,” he grunts as he runs his palm (which was wet from a combination of yours and mikasa’s spit) over all seven inches of his cock. “you’re gonna take all’a me, right?”

you eye it once more for good measure, and catch a vein running up the side of his shaft. saliva pools under your tongue, and you’re overcome with the urge to take his cock within the heat of your mouth. before you can nod your head, mikasa perks up from beside you. “c’mon, ‘ren,” she reaches forward and gives his thigh a playful slap. “you’re gonna scare her off.”

eren chuckles, throwing a gaze between you two. “wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“no. ‘specially not with this one.” mikasa purs as she cups your chin in her hand. “just look at how pretty she is.”

eren deals a few shallow pumps to the angry head of his tip until a bead of precum is spilling onto his fingers. “mmmhm,” his eyes become lidded when he murmurs, “give her a kiss for me.”

she obeys almost immediately, tightening her grip on your chin and locking her peach flavored lips onto yours in a messy kiss.

you’re not exactly sure when, but sometime while mikasa was spelling her name on the roof of your mouth with her tongue’s tip, the heavy weight of eren’s cock falls upon your cunt with a loud plat. “mhm, just like that.” he sandwiches his dick between your chubby pussy lips, panting with each new layer of slick painting his length. “you look so good with my wife’s tongue in your mouth.”

an empty feeling settles within you with every piston of eren’s hips, and you’re soon clenching hungrily around nothing in heady anticipation. your growing want manifests itself in desperate little mewls, but each sound is promptly swallowed by mikasa’s lips.

“c’mere, honey.” the command comes from deep within eren’s chest as he gestures to his wife. “i want you to tell me how she tastes.”

she detaches from you, leaving nothing but an iridescent thread of saliva connecting your lips. her body is lithe as she turns her attention over to eren. he taps his length over her softly puckered mouth and they share a look that you can only describe as marital bliss.

mikasa’s lips tug upward in a cat-like smile when eren threads his fingers through the short, sable locks of her hair. before he can even finish saying, “open up f’me,” her tongue is running from the base to the tip in only the most tantalizing fashion.

“mmm,” she smacks her lips as though she’s just taken a sip of the most savory pitcher of tea. “she tastes like a dream, baby.” is all she says before taking eren into her mouth, whole.

truly, if you weren’t in such a compromising position, you’d be taking notes right now. mikasa’s able to go up and down over his length, taking him further and further down her throat until her nose was brushing over the thatch of dark curls above his base. all while only shedding a single tear!

she lasts an impressive amount of time before coming up for air, but is only able to take a handful of breaths before eren deals a few encouraging pats to her now reddened cheek. fresh excitement coats the greys of her eyes, and mikasa practically jumps into her husband’s arms. with a dark chuckle tumbling from his lips, eren murmurs, “yeah, i bet you fuckin’ love this part.” before letting her drop a pearl of saliva into his open mouth.

the kiss they share thereafter is so intimate that you almost feel like you’re interrupting something. that is until eren pinches the soft, pale skin of mikasa’s ass, commanding just loud enough for you to hear, “now go and keep our friend company, ‘kay? lord knows she’ll need it.”

lolllll yeah

[loveforeren]

Soooo another little drabble to hold ya'll over until I decide to finish one of my 15 or 16 drafts. This is gonna be Eren x Reader x Mikasa.

You sat there sipping the drink someone had ordered for you. You don't know who did or why but you weren't about to pass up a good drink for no reason. As you were taking sips of your drink, you felt a hand wrap around your waist. You were about to push the person off but then you smelled the cologne. That was the same smell you had grown to love but couldn't have due to him being into a relationship.

"Eren, what are you doing? You know you have a girlfriend.." You say trying to softly squirm out of his touch.

Eren grins and slides his fingers down your thigh as he moved his arms off your waist. A shiver went down your spine. The way his icy-cold fingers ran down your thigh was electrifying, but he was dating Mikasa.

"Eren..stop." you said quietly.

"C'mon..what's wrong, Y/N. You don't want me..?" He whispered in your ear.

You sigh and stand up.

"I..I uhm have to use the bathroom.." you said.

You scramble towards the bathroom and turn one last time to see Eren staring with a grin on his face. You make your way to the bathroom. You walk in to see Mikasa leaning against the wall. You felt guilt surge through your body. Her boyfriend just tried to flirt with you, and you didn't have the guts to say anything.

"Hi Mikasa.." you say trying to keep a smile on your face despite the guilt.

"Hey Y/N," she says as she goes over to you placing a hand on your waist. The same spot Eren had his hand on.

"I'm guessing Eren didn't take the smart approach and tried to talk to you so I will." She said her voice smooth as honey.

You stiffen up. What could she be talking about exactly..?

"Eren and I were talking, and we both came to the same conclusion.." she says whispering in your ear.

"What..is that exactly..?" You ask.

If only you knew what they had in store for you.

You were now on the bed as Mikasa sucked and pinched your breast. Eren was pumping those same cold fingers he had on your thigh into your tight cunt. You were feeling euphoric as they both pleasured you.

"Mikasa..." Eren said as he seemed to signal something to her.

Mikasa grinned. You were in for a long long night, but you knew you'd be left feeling amazing by the end.

Moni notes ➳❥ I hate this but I had to post something I have some stuff in my drafts that I'll post soon. I have like 15+ things in my drafts.

[spiderxela]

★ mikasa ackerman, ミカサ・アッカーマン

attack on titan, 進撃の巨人,

shingeki no kyojin ★

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Sub!armin x reader collegeau

(PLEASE BABES IM BEGGNG YOUUUU🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾)

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Tags: Sub!Armin x Fem!Reader, college!au, modern!au, nsfw, mdni, virgin!armin, overstimulation, light choking, vaginal sex, face riding, a small side of eremika,

Synopsis: Virgin!Armin doesn’t know how to get his dick wet :)

An: I’d love to start writing more for AOT if anyone else has any reqs they wanna see me flesh out <3 I don’t write sub men that often, so I hope this was satisfactory. Also, can we be so fr rn? Men who are nerdy and have nerdy interests are sooooo 🤭

"So, as I was saying. The artic also produces icebergs, so hypothetically speaking, if we could cut down on pollution and light pollution, we could have a slim shot of repairing-"

"Armin, I am begging you. Please shut the fuck up and eat your food." Eren annoyingly snaps at him while rolling his eyes. He was currently stabbing at his portion of chicken aggressively with his fork.

"I was listening to him. Don't be an ass." You retort while elbowing Eren in his side. Your eyes then fixate back on Armin. "You're saying that we potentially could repair the artic to an extent?" You prompt for him to go on his little tangent about the artic and ocean.

If someone asked you why you were so interested, you'd make up some lie about how you're writing a paper on the effects of pollution and global warming. In reality, you actually just loved listening to your cute blonde friend spill his heart out about his hyper fixations.

Your eyes glass over as Armin goes back to explaining to you the intricacies of the environment and global warming. Your mind wanders to how he’d look if you just got on your knees for him and gave him the best head of his life. You could almost bet that he’d be the type to whimper.

“You need to get laid like it’s detrimental at this point.” Eren grumbles while shaking his head. “You quite literally are putting off an energy that scares away the hoes.”

“And what hoes are you trying to attract?” Mikasa asks as she finally settles in next to Eren. She was running late to lunch after helping Historia out carrying somethings to the teacher’s lounge.

“None-! But if I were, Armin would scare them away.” Eren replies, and you notice how his hand snaked underneath the table towards Mikasa’s thigh.

“Stop being such an ass. He’s just passionate about something. No one treated you like shit when you went through your little skating phase.” You speak up once again, getting real sick of Eren’s pissy attitude.

“It’s okay, yn. We can talk about this later.” Armin finally speaks up, giving you a small defeated smile that crushes your soul. Underneath the table, you gently bump your foot against his foot.

His face doesn’t show it, but his heart flutters in his chest as he bumps his foot back against yours. It’s such a small act of affection, but it’s your guy’s way of just checking in with each other. Essentially, it was a way to silently say, “I’m here for you.”

“Armin, you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” Eren asks as he takes an aggressive bite from his food.

Your foot ever so gently slides up Armin’s leg, making his breath hitch in his throat. His face flushes a bright red as he avoids everyone’s gaze.

“I don’t know why that matters.” He mutters quietly, not liking where Eren was going with this.

“I’m taking that as a yes then.” Eren continues. “Any reason in particular why you haven’t slept with anyone yet?”

Your eyes focus on Armin’s face as you’re curious as well. Armin isn’t ugly. He’s sweet, smart, and incredibly patient. Girls have approached him in the past, but he always just opts to keep them at arms length.

“I just..” Your foot gently presses into his inner thigh, seeing how far he’d let you take this. Armin immediately coughs as if trying to hide his reaction to your blatant flirting. “… haven’t found the right one.. I guess.”

“The right one? Armin, you need to just get it out of the way. I’ll literally pay someone to sleep with you.” Eren half-laughs, which means he’s probably only half-joking.

“That’s prostitution, Eren, and it’s illegal.” Armin replies with a small frown, not liking that his best friend is quite literally offering to pay for his virginity to be taken.

“I’d do it for free.” You casually offer with a small shrug. Armin’s eyes go wide as he stares at you from across the table, and Eren chokes on his soda. Mikasa just has a calm smile on her face as she watches this all go down.

“Of course you would. You’re practically riding his dick all the time anyways.” Eren retorts after he gains his composure back.

“Yep, you’re right. Now, I’m going to go do it for real too.” You respond as you stand from your chair. Your hand reaches over and grabs Armin’s hand before leading him out of the mess hall.

His hand is trembling in yours, and he can’t find the words to say right now. His heart is beating so loudly that he almost can’t hear. The only thing on his mind was that you’re finally noticing him.

Armin turned down the girls who tried to flirt with him because he has his eyes set on you. He’s had the fattest crush on you since you met their little friend group in college.

Not knowing how to handle his feelings, he had once confided in Eren and Mikasa. Both of them said it was stupid obvious that you liked him back, but he refused to believe it. How could a girl as pretty and confident as you like him??

You let out an exasperated sigh as you shut your dorm door behind you, locking it so no one else can bother you too. Armin’s entire face is red, and he’s fumbling with his fingers.

“You don’t have to be so nervous. You know I was kidding, right?” You softly laugh at him while taking your shoes off. You then crawl up onto your bed and settle down. “I just was tired of listening to Eren, and I figured you needed a break too…”

Armin can’t help the way his demeanor subtly drops. He feels so naive for thinking you were actually going to take his virginity. You probably detested the thought of doing so- He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly before he also sits down on your bed.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right.” He mumbles quietly, and he keeps his gaze away from you.

You quickly pick up on his change in attitude. He almost seems… disappointed? Your eyes lock for a moment, and you observe his pretty blue eyes looking back into yours. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's giving you puppy dog eyes.

"Don't tell me you're disappointed." You lightly joke, lips curling into a smile as you gently nudge him.

Armin lets out a soft exhale of amusement, and he clams up for a moment. "Well.. I.. can't say that I wasn't a little bit excited." He admits sheepishly.

"Excited for me to take your virginity?" You prompt, shifting your position on your bed to where you and Armin's faces are a few inches apart. "I didn't think you really cared about that sort of thing."

"Sex?" Armin asks while his eyebrows pinch together slightly. He's giving a small cute pout. "I know it's hard to believe, but I am still a guy.."

"Oh? Is this when you give me the spill about having urges and desires too?" You tease him, and he's slowly leaning back against your pillows. Your body carefully shifts on top of his.

His heart is hammering through his chest - his nervousness and excitement making him feel like he's going to explode. He just hoped you didn't notice how painfully hard he was already. He had been subtly concealing a boner since you offered to take his virginity.

"Is that what you want to hear?" He asks as he gazes up at you. At this point you're straddling his waist. Your hands are pressed to his chest.

"You know... yeah, tell me what urges and desires the infamous nerdy Armin Arlert has." You raise an eyebrow at him with a lopsided grin, excited to hear about what fantasies he conjures up in that cute head of his.

"Well... I think a lot about you..."

"Yeah..? What about me?" Your hands slowly rub up and down his chest, and you can feel his hard on pressing desperately against your thigh.

"J-just about..." He's stuttering now, and his face is flushing a deep red as you're not giving him must leeway to escape this. "Your lips... how soft they'd feel."

"You think about kissing me?" Your hips shift ever so subtly, causing a small gasp from Armin.

"Amongst other things..." He breathes out, but he's given no chance to gather himself before you take his wrists and pin them to the sides of his head.

You lean down over him, hovering your lips right over his. "If you want it... take it." You whisper softly, your breath ghosting over his lips, causing him to shiver.

A small whimper escapes him before he leans up, and he captures your lips in a sweet, innocent kiss. You ease up on his lap, allowing for him to control the kiss for a moment.

He kisses you needily - so desperate to feel more, but he isn't quite sure on how to initiate that. Your lips are as soft as he imagined, and you taste like strawberry poundcake. He's already so addicted. It was his first kiss, and you were already rotting him from the inside out.

Your hands release his wrists, and you cup his jaw instead, taking control of the kiss. Your teeth tease his bottom lip, showing him exactly how to achieve what he wants. Your tongues clash together, and his hands find your hips. His thumbs rub into your hip bones, loving the feeling of you in his lap.

After a while, you finally part from him. A small thin string of saliva connects you two as you're both panting, trying to recover from the steamy kiss.

"What else is do you want?" You whisper softly, intending to give this man whatever he so asks for.

"I- I want..." His voice is breathy, overcome with intense lust as he lifts his hips up, hoping you'll get the memo.

"Sayy it." You taunt with an evil smile.

"Please- I... I want you to use me." He whines, and he tilts his head back slightly as his bulge grinds so nicely against your core.

Your hips begin to roll, adding on to the fiction for both of you. You can tell through his pants that Armin isn't exactly small like most people would believe him to be since he's not exactly tall.

"Mmmnph~" His breathing is labored as he feels his tip already making a mess in his boxers. He quickly grabs your hips and stills them before he can make a real mess.

"What is it-? Did I do something wrong?" You ask in a concerned tone before you realize just how red his face his. He looks so disheveled already. His blonde hair was a mess upon his head.

"N-no... it was really good." He admits quietly. "Too good... I didn't want to..." His voice trails off, and he looks away from you with an embarrassed look.

"Oh.. I see.." You reply with a small grin, finding it cute how worked up he gets. You slowly ease your pants and panties down your legs, and you toss them onto the ground.

“Do you ever watch porn while thinking about these things?” You ask, going back to his fantasies.

“Mmm.. sometimes, but the mental image is enough most times.” His eyes glance down towards your thighs and lower half. “Some… sometimes I imagine you riding my face…”

“Oh?” You prompt with a small smile. “Do you want me to sit on your face?”

Armin nods his head quickly, and he scoots his body down lower, already prepping for you to take your rightful seat on his tongue. He’s nervous about eating you out for the first time, but he’s nearly drooling at the thought of you putting your weight down on his head. He wonders just how sweet you’ll taste.

“Is that a yes?”

“Please..” He asks so sweetly. You have to reward him.

You crawl up to where his head is laid back against your mattress, placing your legs on either side of his face, and your fingers comb through his messy blonde hair. He looks up at you through his eyelashes with a truly pitiful gaze.

“Tap my thigh three times if you can’t breathe, okay sweet boy?” You ask to make sure he understands. He nods his head without a second thought before leaning up to press a kiss against your cunt.

Eren had talked about eating Mikasa out before to Armin… despite Armin’s many, many attempts to make him shut up. Eren would tell Armin that he wouldn’t stop until she was a shaky mess on top of him. That was Armin’s goal. He wanted to feel your thighs tremble from his tongue.

“Good boy…” You purr as you slowly lower yourself onto his mouth. Armin immediately seems to just know what to do as if it was pure instincts coursing through him.

He starts off slow, pressing gentle kisses against your cunt before he starts to lap at you. A hum fleas him as he savors the taste of you. Just as sweet as he imagined.

With his tongue, he finds the small button of nerves at the top of your cunt. He immediately knows what it is by the way your body jolts upwards a bit, and a small whine falls from your lips.

He reaches up, and he pulls a bit more down onto his tongue. He doesn’t like how you’re hovering — as if you’re scared to hurt him. He wants to feel you sit - not hover.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You murmur quietly to him, which only makes him more determined to make you sit.

“You’re not going to hurt me. Please, I want you to sit.” He pulls your hips again. “Use me.” He whines as he starts to gently suckle on your clit, making you jolt again.

His hands massage the flesh of your ass, and he starts to force your hips to rock back and forth while he flattens his tongue against your slippery folds.

You taste so fucking divine. Armin’s completely lost in your essence. His eyes are fluttered shut as he’s licking, kissing, suckling every thing you’ll allow him to.

Your hand is entangled in his pretty blonde hair as your hips are rolling back and forth. His nose bumps against your swollen clit, making you clench around nothing. You’ve never experienced head like this — not when most men make it sound like a chore. Armin sees it as a blessing.

The sounds in the room sound like they’re straight from a porno as your cunt sounds so sticky and drenched. Armin’s making soft hums and whines as he’s eating you like a starved man. Your moans fill the room — not caring if anyone could hear you next door.

“Just like that.. f-fuck.. gonna make me finish.” You pant, unable to even think straight while he’s plunging is tongue in and out of you.

Armin flutters his eyes open to look up at you. You’re so fucking pretty. How did he get so lucky? The way you’re completely coming undone on top of him has him literally trying to hump the air. His neglected cock sits flush against his tummy, leaking clear pre-cum all over himself and his clothes.

“Armin-!” You cry his name as you clench around air. More juices seep from your weeping hole, and he’s quick to clean you up with his tongue.

Your breath staggers as you come down from your orgasm. Of all people, Armin Arlert was the first to make you finish off head.

He’s not done though. Your thighs haven’t trembled yet. His hands grip around you, forcing you to keep gyrating on his tongue. He’s getting absolutely nasty with it, desperate to make you spent.

“O-oh god- wait, Armin— I f-finished.” You try to tell him, thinking he didn’t catch on, but he doesn’t relent.

His eyes almost have a smoldering gaze as he looks up at you with his mouth occupied with your cunt. His hands are kneading at the fat of your ass before he drags one finger towards your entrance.

“H-hold on. Wait- I-“ You’re nervously babbling, already feeling overstimulated. So when he slips his digit deep into your sopping wet cunt, and he curls it juuust right… you’re a shaking mess on top of him.

He smiles against your core, knowing now that he can stop. He slips his finger out, and he pressed a saccharine kiss to your pussy before tapping on your thigh.

Your body is trembling as you slowly lean up from his face, and you’re trying to stabilize your breath.

Armin just looks up at you, waiting for feedback on his little performance.

“You did such a good job. Good boy.” You praise before pressing light kisses along his cheeks. You can feel the way his face heats up when you praise him like that.

You finally press a kiss to his lips after a few moments, tasting yourself on his tongue. Armin lifts his hips up again, reminding you that he’s so painfully pent up. He’s aching for release.

Your hands find the waistband of his jeans, and you carefully unbutton them while continuing to intertwine your lips with his. He whines when you part from the kiss.

Once his jeans and boxers are off, you finally get to admire his pretty cock slapped against his tummy. His tip was coated in sweltering pre-cum. Just to tease him, you scoot down and give his tip a small kitten lick, tasting the sweet and salty taste of his arousal.

“Mmph- yn-“ Your name sounds like a plea when he whines it. His cock immediately flexes underneath your tongue. You giggle and give him another small kitten lick. “Ah~ please…”

“Please what?” You ask, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.

“Need to b-be inside you.. please miss.” He whines so shamelessly, abandoning all his previous embarrassment. He can’t afford to be shy when he’s craving the feeling of your gummy walls tightening around him.

“Since you asked so nicely.” You scoot your hips back up, and you grind against him a few times, getting his cock nice and coated in your slick.

Armin’s practically fisting at the bedsheets. Feeling your bare pussy rubbing against him was soooo much better than when you were still clothed.

“Miss..” He whimpers softly as his hips flutter upwards to rub against you in an act of desperation. “Miss, can you… take your shirt off please..?”

You gaze at him puzzled for a moment. It was an odd time to make that sort of request, but who were you to deny such a needy plea?

Your hands pull your shirt above your head, and you toss it off the side of your bed. Your hips go back to rocking against him as his tip is kissing strings of pre-cum to your clit.

He admires the way your black lacy bra sits flush against your skin. It only solidifies in his mind just how out of his league you are. He’ll never be able to comprehend just why you’re deciding to give him a chance.

“M-may I..?” He asks as his hands reach for the backside of your bra. As much as he loves the way the fabric cups your breasts so beautifully, he’s after something else.

“Go ahead, baby.” You answer him, and he’s quick to unhook your bra as if he had practiced before.

Eren definitely taught him how, but you don’t need to know that!

Armin watches with wide, excited eyes are your breasts bounce from the confines of your bra. His hand gently kneads on one, loving how your soft pillowy flesh filled his hand.

His eyes gaze upward at you as he leans in and captures your nipple into his mouth. His mouth feels attentive as he carefully swirls his tongue around the pebble, and he gently sucks on it while his eyes fall shut.

Maybe he’s died. This must be what heaven feels like. The only thing that’ll make this better is if..

One of your hands entangle in his hair, and the other hand reaches behind you. Your fingers wrap around his length before guiding him inside you.

Armin immediately moans pitifully around your mound. He has to detach from you to focus all his attention on not busting inside you immediately like the pathetic virgin he is.

“Are you alright, baby?” You ask him with a devious grin. If you weren’t focused on teasing him so much, you’d probably be as much of a mess as he is.

“S-so tight.. fuck yn- I can’t-!” He’s nearly crying as you sink yourself down on top of him, until he’s buried to the hilt.

You try to lift your hips up, but Armin’s hands wrap around your hips, and he forces you right back down onto his lap. “N-not yet. Please miss-“ You’re honestly taken aback by how strong he is. Even though he doesn’t look it, he could overpower you if he wanted. “D-don’t wanna come yet.”

“So sensitive.” You purr as you lean down towards him. Your hand cups his cheek, and you stroke his face with your thumb. “I thought you wanted to be used, baby.”

“I do.. I just… don’t want to leave you unsatisfied.”

“Oh, what a gentleman.” You laugh softly before pressing a kiss to his nose. “Well, if you finish and I’m not done yet, I’ll just keep going. I’ll use you again and again until I’m spent.”

His cock literally twitches inside of you from your words, and he looks up at you with wide eyes. He feels nervous yet so damn excited. His legs are literally flinching from his nerves.

His hand loosen up, and you get to work, riding him like you two wouldn’t see each other tomorrow.

You’re just so fucking wet and tight. Armin knows there’s no way he’s going to last long, not when you feel like paradise between your legs.

Within the minute, Armin is emptying himself deep inside you. “G-gods! Fuck, miss… ‘m sorry.” You give him an understanding smile, and you help ride out his orgasm. “‘m sorry.” He whimpers again before he takes your nipple back into his mouth, showing you just how sorry he is.

He’s a sorry man who can’t get enough of your delicious cunt milking him until you’re done for.

His cum seeps out and coats his cock as you continue to bounce yourself up and down. Armin’s a complete whiny mess as he’s trying to cope with how completely sensitive his cock is.

“Ah~ fuck miss… mmmph~ sooo good.” He’s completely babbling praises to your sopping wet cunt.

“You… ngh.. like being used like this?” You ask, and your hand lightly wraps around his neck, testing the waters. You don’t squeeze at all, just showing that you could if you wanted to.

“I love it.. wanna be yours, miss. Please, make me yours.” He pleas. You’re completely enamored with how much of a mess he is. He’s truly begging to be yours.

“Mine.” You mumble as you feel your stomach beginning to coil. With each rock of your hips, you’re growing closer and closer.

Unlatching your hand from his neck, you lean in and suck love bites into his neck, laying your claim on him.

Armin doesn’t ever cuss, but he has a complete sailor’s mouth when he’s balls deep inside you. “F-fuck.. miss-! cumming!” He warns before his cock is shooting into you once again.

His legs are shaking beneath you as his orgasm washes over him completely once again. His cock is weakly twitching inside you, so terribly sensitive that it almost hurts.

“Wan’ me to finish on you?” You whisper into his ear while your hips are desperately moving up and down. Your poor bed is creaking with each movement, and Armin’s just barely hanging onto his sanity by a thread.

“P-please… please cum on me.. wan’ to feel you.” His voice is a mere whimper, and he carefully reaches between your two. His thumb presses against your clit before he rubs in slow circles.

“Fuck— just like that.. goood boy..” You can’t even find your breath as you’re chasing after your high.

Your entire body gyrates on top of him once your orgasm finally crashes over you. Your vision is nearly doubled from how hard you finish on top of him.

A whiny groan leaves Armin’s lips as he feels you clenching around him. His body is so hyper sensitive. He feels like a million little lightning bolts are striking him all over. His skin feels like electricity against yours.

You take a moment to catch your breath finally as you stay on his lap. Both of you are completely disheveled together.

“Did I… do good?” He quietly asks you, hoping that it was as good for you as it was for him.

“Did soooo good.” You smile and press a kiss to his cheek.

He smiles softly, and he leans into your touch. “Can we get cleaned up now..? I had a thought provoking epiphany while I was coming inside you about how we could help the atmosphere.”

Oh, to be loved by a nerdy man.

[sadnerdstuff]

Y/N: *smacks Eren up the side of his head*

Eren: What the hell!? What was that for?

Y/N: you pissed me off.

Eren: what did I do?

Y/N: *thinks back to a few moments prior, Watching Eren completely miss Mikasa flirting with him and he said something so stupid. Like, bafflingly stupid.* tch *and you walk away*

Levi: *smacks Eren upside the head*

Eren: what now?!

Levi: you pissed me off too.

Eren: why?

Levi: cause you pissed y/n off.

[torasplanet]

❝𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇-𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿.ᐟ❞

M. ACKERMAN + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; armin and eren are so glad their girlfriends are getting along and doing friend things together like helping out another girl in the bathroom !!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, eren's gf!mikasa, armins gf!reader, reader wears makeup and lashes, college au ig, bathroom sex, oral (reader receiving), fingering, mikasa has rings lololol, armin and eren are clueless lol, praise, and skin color not mentioned

“Ah, I don’t want to right now…” You muttered breaking the kiss to place your hand on top of Armin’s that was snaking its way up your thigh underneath the fabric of your skirt. Armin stared at you pondering why you said that but snapped out of it and took his hand away nodding understandingly “Uh yeah, that’s fine. Everything…okay though?” The blonde male asked as his hands went back to your waist to assist you down from your seat on the edge of the sink. You grabbed onto his arm as your heels clacked against the bathroom tiles “Yeah, we can do it at home. Just not in the bathroom.” You explained shrugging your shoulders and looking up at Armin through your falsies.

You were glad that Armin was so understanding. Armin couldn’t say he knew everything about girls but he knew how sometimes they were okay having sex in certain places and not the next so he didn’t question that you didn’t want to fuck in the bathroom when you both have done it multiple times. He was such a kind soul, didn’t suspect a damn thing. You felt terrible for lying to him but it’s not like you could tell him the truth. It’d break his heart and you didn’t want to hurt him, you still loved him but it was a little too late for that so why should you even feel bad? Not like you could go back.

Armin smiled at you kindly helping you fix your top and skirt before you both made your way out of the bathroom and back into the loud atmosphere that was the party. You and Armin had come here with Eren and Mikasa like you always did with parties and like always; Eren and Armin got wrapped up in their conversations leaving you and Mikasa together and you didn’t have a single problem with this. You and Mikasa had your own fun.

Those boys never suspected a thing either. All the times you two would go to the bathroom to ‘help with makeup’ or ‘help with outfit’ and stay there for at least twenty minutes, they would pass it off as a girl thing along with the kisses to the cheeks and small pecks on the lips, sitting on laps, holding hands, twerking on each other, girls night, it was all just girl things to them so they didn’t care but it was more to you and Mikasa. No one knew what went on behind closed doors and the only way they would is if you were caught red-handed with Mikasa's face between your thighs because everything else was justified by being best girl-friends!

Honestly, Armin and Eren never cared to look deeper into it because they were just glad you two were getting along. When Armin started to date you, they thought you and Mikasa wouldn’t get along and were worried about it but you both clicked immediately and all that worry vanished. Vanished so soon that they didn’t even see the lingering stares.

You let Armin drag you through the party toward where Mikasa and Eren were in the middle of the party dancing. When Mikasa caught your gaze, you grinned widely “Hey Mika.” You greeted immediately and she smiled at you “Hi.” Her voice was pretty…you wanted her so bad. Not armin.

When Armin’s hands began to roam your body, you took notice that it was time to start dancing along with the song that playing. You couldn’t recognize it but clearly, Armin and Eren did as they were grinning at each other but you, however, were not. How could you smile when Eren had his hands all over Mikasa…those were supposed to be your hands. Your lips touching her neck. You wanted her so bad and you couldn’t wait especially when watching this but you stayed and did the same thing she was doing, making your boyfriend happy.

You remained in eye contact with Mikasa the entire time you danced on Armin, your hand coming back to caress his head and make his blonde locks a mess. Pressing your lips to his made him smile not even caring about how you weren’t looking at him but when Mikasa gestured for you to go down, the kiss broke. As if he already knew, Armin’s hand came down on your lower back folding you in half as you began to throw ass on him while Mikasa did the same to Eren, bending over to meet your level of gaze. In your peripheral vision, you saw a cloud of smoke as Eren passed a blunt to Armin but your concerns were on Mikasa.

She stared at you with such lust in her eyes and it only deepened when her gaze traveled to your lips and then back at you. Mikasa wanted you too and you wondered when she was going to take you into one of those bedrooms and give you what you wanted! The short-haired woman reached her hands out and grabbed hold of your face with her soft and gentle hands caressing your skin with such care but then her nails dug into your skin and Mikasa pulled you forward; your lips roughly meeting hers.

You assumed it be just a small peck just like usual but it wasn’t. Mikasa shoved her tongue in your mouth and nearly down your throat and you allowed her to. Not like anyone could see because of how dark it was and that no one was paying attention but even if someone did see, no one would care. It was just a girl thing. “Please…” You muttered into the kiss. You didn’t know exactly what you were begging for but whatever it was, you needed it from Mikasa as soon as possible.

Her lips were incredibly soft against yours but the way she moved them, it was rough and fast; you could barely keep up. Your distaste at the sight of Mikasa’s ass pressed hard against Eren’s pelvis disappeared because you were getting more than he was right now; Mikasa was kissing you like she was eating your pussy and you wished she was.

“Oh shit! Jean, I bet you wish yo ass was here!” Connie yelled from near you but you didn’t care, you were still focused on Mikasa and satisfying Armin so that he didn’t get upset but when there was a bright flash shining in your face; your eyes opened and Mikasa broke the kiss. You turned your head seeing Connie with the flash panicking and trying to turn it off, you heard Armin and Eren smacking their teeth in annoyance and insulting him but you didn’t really care. Who cares if he took a video? Not you. It’s a good excuse to leave the party and go to the bathroom with Mikasa so she could ‘help you’ because you were just so upset about everything…

You stood up straight and avoided eye contact with everyone “Connie get the fuck back here.” Eren said running off to go catch Connie who scurried off after getting threatened by Eren and a few other people leaving you, Armin, and Mikasa. You glanced up at Mikasa who was already staring at you and she grinned again once your eyes met. She was so pretty when she smiled. You loved to see it.

“[Y/n], your makeup’s a little…off.” Mikasa lied grabbing hold of your chin and tilting your head in directions as if she was actually looking at your makeup and your face heated up at her touch already knowing what she was hinting at “Oh, really?” You questioned with false curiosity and Armin hummed in response earning glances from both you and Mikasa which quickly made him uncomfortable from the sudden gazes “I-I didn’t mean anything bad…just your eyelash baby.” Armin said, looking away from your eyes and putting the blunt back to his lips. There wasn’t anything wrong with it to him but he agreed anyway because he doesn’t know much about makeup and how it’s supposed to look. You almost laughed at how quick he was to explain himself, he was cute but Mikasa was cuter.

“I’ll tell Eren…” Armin said signaling that you and Mikasa could head off to the bathroom and you two wasted no time at all. Armin was a sweetheart, he was and you loved him but you loved Mikasa too, and maybe just a bit more. Perhaps one day you could have them both.

You tried your best to keep up with Mikasa as she rushed to the bathroom; almost as needy as you were but no one could beat that. You were practically at her feet begging with that look in your eyes every day, it’s a miracle that no one ever caught onto it “Y’know, for a second I actually thought you were upset.” Mikasa said as soon as those black ankle strap heels of hers clicked against the cold tile of the bathroom you and Armin had just been in. She closed the door once you got in.

Backing up against the sink counter, you laughed at her words “Sorry…just really wanted to be with you.” You said grinning as her hands found their way to your waist, you felt the coldness of her silver rings through your clothing. Mikasa got close to you, her lips just barely brushing against yours “I know.” The dark-haired woman said before pressing her lips to yours, recreating the hot and bedraggled makeout from back out at the party but Mikasa could do more now. Her hands ran down to your lower back forcing you away from it so her hands could trail down and grab at the fat of your bottom. You let out a squeal of surprise into her mouth but that gave her the better opportunity to win the battle between your tongues and you hushed up.

Her long and nimble fingers kneaded into the clothed flesh “You let Armin fuck you in here?” Mikasa asked with a gentle tone breaking the kiss and just admiring you and all your neediness. Lips swollen from all the kissing and glossy with your lipgloss smeared on the side of your mouth, breathing heavily and gaping up at her trying to find your words. “No. Waited for you.” You responded shaking your head but your eyes never left hers while your hands snuck their way up her forearms rubbing against her smooth skin.

Mikasa’s lips turned up in a grin. Leaning forward, she sent a peck to your lips while whispering words to you “Aw, I wanted to prove I can do it better.” Your panties grew damper at her words. Your hands, which were once just resting on her arms, gripped onto her skin as if you were going to fall to your knees without her support “Want me to?” The Ackerman woman asked as she snuck her hand up your skirt pushing it back to bunch at your hips allowing your panties that were nearly soaked with your arousal to be seen. Mikasa didn’t need you to say anything, she could already see it in your face and your panties.

“P-Please, Mika?” You muttered, nearly folding over as shivers ran down your spine because of her hand sneaking down your undergarments, the coldness of her rings stung you like a bee and you gasped slightly at the feeling “Of course.” Mikasa says with a smile, her fingers slip past her lips and push her fingers inside of you. The muscular woman smiles at you as you squirm on the sink while she pushes her fingers inside of her, she curls her fingers inside of your pulsing warmth making you grip onto the edge of the sink harder than you had before “Uhn…! Feels so good.” The moans slip past your chapped lips as you try and keep quiet, it’s not like you had to with how loud the party was outside of the bathroom door but you know Mikasa likes to hear you. You decided to give her a hard time just for the fun of it.

A frown decorates Mikasa’s face when she finds out what you’re trying to do, her pace quickens as she stares you down. Her other hand, resting on your hip moves to your face with quickness that you barely see anything other than a blur when she grabs your jaw “Let it out, be good, and let me hear it.” Says Mikasa as her brows furrow in annoyance at your small whimpers and whines. She likes to hear you shout and yell about how good she’s treating you, it gives her the rush that she needs.

Tears well up in your eyes from how good it feels when she rubs her fingertips against the ridged walls of your insides but you stand your ground. Shaking your head makes the other woman even more annoyed than she is right now so she stops and your eyes widen, Mikasa pulls her hand away and puts both hands on the counter. She leans close to you not breaking eye contact, almost telling you to stand your ground, she wants to see how long you’re going to keep this up. Mikasa knows you do it so she can give you everything that you want, you try to make her think she’s not doing good enough but it’s painfully obvious that you’re holding back your sounds because you’re greedy and want more than just her hands.

Your hands grip her wrist as you give her large watery eyes “No please, I’m sorry. Don’t stop Mika.” They’re pathetic pleas coming from a girl who has not only a boyfriend but a girlfriend to please her but you don’t care, you’d even get on your knees and start begging just for Mikasa to continue to do what she was doing. The black-haired girl pokes her bottom lip out mockingly “But I thought it wasn’t enough? You weren’t making any sounds so I clearly wasn’t doing a good job.” You put your face into her neck and start leaving little kisses all over her neck while whispering apologies. “No, you are, I just want more.” This is the sentence Mikasa decides to comment on as her hands snaked their way back to your hips.

“Hm, so you’re just greedy that’s it?” You hum as you nod into her skin “I’ll feed into it just this time.” Mikasa whispered, pulling herself away from you, she smiled at how needy you looked and especially the look in your eyes. Her hands placed themselves on your legs and she spread them while scooting you closer to the edge of the sink, your tight skirt bunched up to your hips as the Ackerman girl lowered herself to the ground on her knees. Her fingers latched onto the sides of your panties and at an agonizingly slow pace, she started to pull them down your legs, smiling at the large wet spot that was sticking to your sweet cunt. 

You want her to hurry but you can’t be too demanding or she’ll send you back to Armin with a soaking painful cunt that’s throbbing to be eaten out!! And god knows Armin won’t give you it as Mikasa goes. “My dirty girl, so desperate I see,” Mikasa said hoisting one of your legs on her shoulder and running a finger down your slit making you quiver, she pushes her index finger inside of you and moves it around as if she’s inspecting your pussy. Your back arches as your fingers dig into the ceramic of the sink, you feel as though it’s going to break right into your sweaty palm.

When Mikasa puts her head between your legs, you whine at the feeling of her breathing on your cunt that was just begging for Mikasa. “Mika…” Her name slips from your lips so nicely as you begin to lightly tug at her dark hair, you roll your foot around in a circle as soft moans leave your lips whilst she begins to eat you out. The fluorescent bathroom light shined down on you as you huffed and puffed trying not to squeeze her head. Mikasa liked when you did it but she always scolded you for being greedy. “Oh please, I can’t!” One of your hands flew to the wall near you to hold on for stability because you felt as though you were going to slide off the sink counter. Mikasa pinched your thigh hard as you squirmed.

A loud moan came from your lips, gosh it was so dirty. You couldn’t tell if it was from the way her tongue was fucking in and out of you or from the burning pain on your thigh. “Stop squirming pretty. You’re already being so loud.” The Ackerman girl said, raising slightly to speak and peeking her head from between your thighs. Poor whimpers left your lips as you sat still against every feeling in your body. “Stop being so shy, give me a kiss baby.” Mikasa raised higher as you leaned down to meet her lips. You moaned into the kiss as she forced her tongue down your throat, she brought her hand down between your plush thighs to toy with your clit once more. 

You bucked your hips into her hand and she pinched your clit, you broke the kiss and leaned against the mirror behind you with a loud mewl “Stop it!” Mikasa smiled at how you fell apart for her so easily. “I told you to stop squirming.” You didn’t get a chance to make an excuse because she immediately went back to eating you, well she was devouring you. Thank god for the music from earlier was still loud or Armin would hear you, he wouldn’t think it’s some random two-dollar whore, he knows your moans and he’d recognize his (and Mikasa’s) two-dollar whore.

Mikasa was being nice by giving you what you wanted so easily but she wasn’t letting up, she was being mean and practically bullying your cunt. Nothing but whore-ish moans came from you as you breathed heavily, those noises and those stupid wet sounds from Mikasa slurping up whatever she hadn’t were the only noises in the bathroom.

As she continued to eat you out, you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your climax and Mikasa could tell. Her fingers dug into your thighs her rings stinging you with their coldness, it was a warning for you not to mess up and move because she was enjoying this just as much as you were. Eating you out was her own pleasure and if you moved and she had to stop, it’d upset her almost as much as it would upset you. You tried to stay in place as that ocean rode over you, a hand slapped onto your mouth to conceal your scream that would definitely be heard. You bit down on your hand as you came on Mikasa’s mouth and lower face, nearly drawing blood.

After a few seconds, Mikasa came up for air, licking her lips and scooping the cum from her face to taste “Let's clean you up. Can’t send you back to your boyfriend looking so messy.” No words were able to form inside your mind so you just nodded while coming down from your high.

Once the two of you quickly cleaned up and you put your clothes back on, the two of you made your way back into the party but you two barely made it a few steps away from the bathroom to spot the two men at the island table in the kitchen. Mikasa’s arm was draped around your waist to help you walk, you were too dumb to do anything right now. Armin noticed. “What took you two so long?” Eren asked, raising an eyebrow as he downed a white claw.

Mikasa’s shoulders went up and came down “She wouldn’t stop squirming, couldn’t get the eyelash on right.” She delivered a hearty laugh with that as you stood there leaning on her tiredly. Armin stood and walked over and took your hand gaining your attention.

He smiled at you sweetly while switching his hand to your chin ignoring how you could barely stand or process what was happening. “Well, she looks prettier than ever.” To everyone, this might not have been that big of a deal but it made your eyes widen. Armin has always said you look ethereal after you cum.

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[rickylovestory]

It’s Our Anniversary

pairing: mikasa x fem!reader x eren

cw: threesome (polyship), scissoring, fingering, panties sniffing, squirting, cum eating, voyeurism, degradation and praise

wc: 3k

“He’ll be home any minute.” Mikasa warns, watching you run out of the living room and into the corridor to light just one more candle.

“We just need one more. It’s okay, I'm finished now.” You tell her and start walking back into the room. The entrance of the home leading to the living room was lit with thin candles serving as a walkway. And the living room items were moved around from their usual positions, to make space on the ground for a huge blanket on the ground that you and Mikasa were sitting on and waiting.

You and Mikasa are dressed in matching black, silky dressing gowns, with a strap that covered your matching black and red lingerie underneath. You both styled your hair in a similar way with a small piece of hair being left out to swoop over one eye and both wore a pink tinted lip gloss.

Today was a special day in your relationship. The day the two of you met the joint love of your lives, Eren. You and Mikasa met Eren three years ago today, while sitting in a coffee shop. He walked in and made an order then looked over to where the two of you were seated and asked to join you both.

That afternoon changed your lives. Both of you fell for Eren quickly. And he fell for the both of you just the same. He enjoyed being in your company and spending time with the both of you after work and on his days off. He also loved that you two were roommates in just a one bedroom apartment, that had one big bed that the two of you shared. He thought it was adorable. Eren came from money and just wanted to help the both of you out but you were both too shy to accept his gifts and offerings. That was until everything changed.

One weekend when the three of you were all spending the evening together watching a movie, Eren was sitting in the middle of the sofa with the both of you on each side of him. Halfway through the movie, Eren places each of his hands on both of your upper thighs. The room suddenly got so much hotter. Without a second of doubt, you and Mikasa both lifted your bodies up to sit on your knees and planted kisses on Eren’s neck and face. Eren enjoyed the feeling of finally having you both. The two women he fell for, both kissing him. That night was the start of your untraditional three way relationship.

Tonight, you and Mikasa wanted to surprise your boyfriend Eren with a show. You had been planning this for a while and the day had finally come to let your boyfriend have a memorable anniversary evening.

“I’m so nervous.” Mikasa tells you while sitting on the ground beside you. While you and Mikasa both love Eren, you also love each other. There was always tension between you and her but it wasn’t fully acted on till Eren came into your life and helped awaken it.

“Don’t be.” You tell her, while rubbing her thigh. “Tonight’s gonna be perfect.” You lean in to plant a quick kiss on her lips then pull away. She grabs your face to pull you in for another one and you share a deep kiss together, with your hands on her cheek and hers on your jaw. While you are still kissing, you hear the keys get placed inside the door. You both pull away and quickly fix the presentation of the blanket and yourselves. You smile at Mikasa to assure her one last time and you finally hear the door open.

“I’m back, my angels.” Your boyfriend announces.He must have noticed the candles around the corridor. “Oh, I see. Tonight I might not have my angels.” You can hear him remove his shoes and the excitement grows inside of you. You look over at Mikasa and see she’s also smiling just as hard as you are. You grab her hand and wait for your boyfriend to walk in.

As Eren walks through the house, you can hear him also begin to remove his belt from his slacks. His footsteps get closer and closer till he finally stops at the door of the living room. He pushes it open to reveal his beautiful girlfriends on the ground, holding hands and looking up at him.

“It looks like tonight I’ll have my devils instead.” He says, finishing his sentence from before. You both giggle while looking up at him then point over to the seat you placed against the wall that faced the both of you.

“For me?” He asks and you both silently, still not speaking a word out loud to him. Eren walks over to the seat and takes his phone and keys out of his pocket before he sits down in his usual manspread position. He then opens the top button of his collar dress shirt.

“Well. What’s going on here today my loves?” He questions.

You and Mikasa both practised how this evening would go and you both knew he wouldn’t remember today is the day he met you both since you usually didn’t celebrate it and only celebrated the anniversary of your relationship. So you both begin to tell him

“Do you know what today is, baby?” Mikasa asks him in low and sensual tone.

“Today is a very special day.” You add on. You and Mikasa are already hot, your bodies aren’t even close enough to touch and you can still feel her heat pushing onto you.

Eren looks confused for a second. “Today? Today isn’t June 7th? It's March 6th.” He asks, referring to your actual anniversary.

“Exactly. Today is three years since the day you walked into that coffee shop and met us for the first time and changed our lives.” You tell him.

“Today is the anniversary of when we met.” Mikasa clarifies further to him.

“Is that so? Is that what all this is for?” He asks with a smile. “Are my ladies going to treat me?”

“Yes, baby. Of course we will. You just sit there till we say okay?” You tell him. He nods and you and Mikasa raise your bodies upwards then crawl on your knees to get closer to each other.

You are sitting on your knees now with your bodies raised upwards, Eren’s eyes burning into the sides of you both.

“Just watch us, okay?” Mikasa tells him.

You and Mikasa lean in for a sweet and slow kiss, not even touching each other's bodies yet. Hands at your side as you kiss each other's lips. Mikasa raises one hand to touch your neck then moves down to your shoulder. Then she removes her lips from yours and starts kissing your neck, your skin hot to the touch. She turns your body from facing you, to facing Eren, who is watching you intently. She gets behind your body and starts kissing the side of your neck, licking it shortly too.

While she’s kissing, she begins to unwrap your gown, revealing more skin to the male in front of you both. She pulls down the top part of the gown, to show your boobs and rubs her hands over them. Then she pulls the gown further down your hips and thighs, revealing the rest of your soft body.

“This is all yours.” Mikasa says while looking up at Eren. “She’s all yours. Aren’t you?” She asks you to respond to him.

“I’m all yours ‘Ren, all of me is yours.” You tell him. It’s time for you to go behind Mikasa now and also remove her dressing gown for the watchful eyes of your boyfriend. You both knew you wanted this evening to start slowly, to make it more exciting. While removing the gown from your girlfriend, you notice the bulge in Eren’s trousers. It’s probably so sore and you just can’t wait to go and help him out but you can’t yet. The show isn’t over. It’s barely even begun.

Now only in your lingerie, you and Mikasa start kissing again, but this time more hungrily. You are grabbing the fat of her ass and thighs and she is doing the same to you. She pulls away from your lips to devour the uncovered part of your boobs. She’s sucking, licking and kissing every part she can while you moan at the feeling. You look over at Eren, he’s quiet, leaned back in his chair and rubbing himself over his trousers.

“Fuck, Mika take it off of me.” You tell her while looking Eren in the eyes and he smiles. Mikasa wastes no time, immediately removing your bra and going straight for your hard nipples. You keep moaning out while staring at Eren. He loves the faces you make when you're enjoying yourself so you give it all to him.

“More Mika. I need more.” You tell her, feeling so turned on from both of your partners.

“I got you baby. Don’t worry.” Eren and Mikasa knew how you were during sex. More whiny and bratty. Always wanting more even when you have so much already. Mikasa begins to kiss down your body, leaving your tits and going towards your stomach. You sit down on your ass while she kisses all over your front facing body. You hold on your boobs, the cold air making your tits even harder and look over at Eren. You bite and suck in your bottom lip for him and he smiles back at you.

Mikasa runs her fingers across your already soaked panties and laughs.

“Fuck. ‘Ren, you should see how wet your slut is already. I haven’t even done anything yet.” Mikasa says out loud. You feel so embarrassed and look down.

“Don’t be ashamed, baby.” Eren speaks up from his seat. “Let Mika help you out, okay?” You nod with a small pout on your face. You lift your ass in the air for a second so she can tug down your damp panties. She gives them to Eren and he chuckles under his breath.

Now fully naked, your pussy feeling the air of the room, you widen your legs for Mikasa.

“Face Eren. Let him see just how wet that slutty pussy gets for us.” She tells you. Slowly you move your body so you can face Eren. You knees are still closed together

“Open your legs wide for me baby. Let me see it all.” He tells you and you obey, opening your knees so he can see it all. Your pussy juices glistening in the light of the candles.

“So beautiful.” He tells you and you smile. “That beautiful pussy.”

“Thank you, ‘Ren.” You say to him, a bashful look on your face.

Mikasa turns your body back to her and she lowers her face down to your cunt. She breaths over it and you shiver at her arrival. You look over to Eren again before Mikasa plants her mouth right on your pussy and you let him watch this lewd act unfold.

“Fuck, Mika.” You moan out, looking at Eren. You grab Mikasa's hand so she can feel on your boobs while she sucks on your clit.

Mikasa’s ass is in the air while she is leaning down to eat you out. You get an idea from looking over at the sight and mouth to Eren.

“Smack her ass!” Eren chuckles again and quietly gets up from his seat to smack the fat of Mikasa’s ass while she’s lapping at your cunt. Her body jolts in surprise but doesn’t stop eating. You laugh a little but continue moaning at the feeling of her abusing your pussy with her mouth.

She gets her fingers to push inside your pussy, the pressure feeling so good and tight already. She sits up while she pushes herself in and out of you slowly. You push back against her fingers a little faster and she laughs.

“What a greedy whore. My fingers aren’t fast enough for you?” She teases. “Want me to go faster?” She asks you and you nod.

“Words, baby. Use your words.” Eren tells you from his chair. Both of you know Mikasa can be mean in the bedroom. Very degrading and likes to tease the person she’s fucking to make them shy.

“Fuck. Please. Go faster Mika. I need more.” You tell her in a whine. “Please give me more.” You beg.

“What do you think, Eren? Does this slut deserve more?” She turns to the boyfriend and asks him.

Eren is smelling the scent of your damped panties while still palming himself over his trousers when he quietly answers Mikasa’s question.

“Yeah baby. Make it faster for her.” He says.

“Wow ‘Ren, you’re just as bad as her. Both greedy whores.” She tells him. Finally she moves her fingers at a quicker pace which makes both you and Eren moan loudly. You lean back on the blanket fully and let Mikasa abuse your pussy with her fingers while your eyes flutter between Mikasa and Eren.

You love the sight of Eren smelling your panties, knowing he wishes he could eat your pussy right next to Mikasa’s fingers but can’t. So the freshly wet panties are the next best thing for him. You look at him with your fucked out face and he’s moaning even more, the erection under his trousers aching.

“I’m gonna cum, Mika!” You warn her and she abruptly stops her fingers. “Wait, Mika please!” You cry out, on the verge of tears.

“I’m gonna let you. Don’t worry.” She says, removing her own bra, letting her tits spill out. Then she raises her ass up so she can pull her wet panties down, a string of her juices peeling off with them and throws them at Eren.

“Let’s do it together.” She tells you. She lifts your body up so her legs can perfectly sit in between yours so you can scissor each other's wet, hot cunts together.

You loved scissoring Mikasa but didn’t do it often because it was hard work. Right now you didn’t even care, all you wanted was a release and your clit was so swollen and ready to cum right against hers. You both began moving your hips together so your clits can slap against each other, finding a rhythm.

The wetness only makes the connection sound so much louder. You both look over at Eren who is looking so tortured being left out. You grab onto Mikasa’s arm for some stability and both of you make hard eye contact with Eren and he just doesn’t know where to look.

“Fuck, this feels so good.” You tell Mikasa while looking at Eren.

“This pussy is so fucking wet.” Mikasa moans out while also looking at Eren.

Eren is moaning just at the sight. He wants you both so badly. Right now more than anything.

“Come on, baby. Could you take those trousers off for us. Let us see it.” You ask him, knowing seeing him rub his naked hard length would only turn you both on more.

Eren wastes no time removing his slacks and taking his boxers off. He sits back down and his dick, so hard and sore, slaps against his stomach. He covers his hand in spit, so much spit, then starts rubbing his cock. You and Mikasa both moan while watching him finally relieve his painful erection.

His dick is covered in so much saliva and pre cum, he grabs your underwear and wraps it around his palm while he rubs his cock with it and uses Mikasa’s panties to smell and lick the dampness. The sight was so pathetic but so sexy. You and Mikasa were nearing your orgasms just from watching him.

Mikasa sits your body down flat and opens your legs even wider so she can grind her clit up against yours at a faster pace. You feel the tension build up inside of you and know you are getting closer.

“Fuck, keep going Mika!” You scream out, both you, her and Eren looking at your sloppy cunts pressed together.

“Come on, cum for me.” She says. “Cum for us.” She looks over at Eren.

Just at those words, you feel yourself releasing all over her. She removes her clit so your squirt can release properly and she uses her hand to quickly rub your clit even faster. You felt so overwhelmed from her pussy against yours and now her hand. The blanket was wet now and so was your thighs and her upper body. Neither of you cared.

Mikasa leaned back while she then rubbed her own clit, getting closer to her finish. She pushed her fingers inside herself and moved them faster and faster. Laid out in front of her, you rubbed your sensitive clit and moaned out.

“Mikasa, look at me. Look at how wet you made my pussy.” You tell her. You knew dirty talking Mikasa like this was her favourite thing. She loved being praised on how good she fucked.

“Fuck. I came so Mikasa so much. Look at my clit. It’s so swollen. Look at how much cum I'm covered in.” You tell her while lightly rubbing your sensitive cunt “There’s so much cum. Come lick it off me. You deserve it.”

You can tell by her face she’s close now. You crawl towards her pussy, waiting for her cum to pour out. You arch your ass in the air so she can see it from her view and sway it back and forth.

“Come for me Mikasa. Please. Give it to me.” You beg and not a second later, she’s cuming and your mouth attaches right against her clit, swallowing the juices that flow out of her sweet pussy. She is crying out, your tongue sliding against her sensitive bud while you’re licking up all of her cum.

Finally, both of you fucked out and sweaty, the performance is over. The blanket is a mess. Your hair is a mess. Your clits, both so swollen and sore but still hungry for more. You didn’t want this night to end yet or ever.

You turn your bodies to face a fucked out Eren, who looks like he came from watching you guys cumming all over eachother. You both sit next to each other, asses sat on the ground, facing Eren in his chair. You sit your elbows back against the ground behind you, displaying your fully naked bodies to him. You both open your legs wide, your cunts still wet, and smile up at him.

“Come down here and fuck us, baby.”

read part 2 here masterlist

[exosalt]

aot headcanons - skincare edition

Armin

Slightly on the dry side but v sensitive

Has a pretty simple routine - cleanser, toner, moisturiser, aftershave etc

His products are high end and high quality

Knows exactly what to use for specific skin issues

Religiously uses SPF

Eren

Combination skin but slightly on the oilier side

Doesn’t have a skincare routine

Uses 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash on his face when he’s in the shower

Steals Armin’s and Mikasa’s skincare products

Uses them wrong

Refuses to use SPF in winter

Mikasa

Normal balanced skin

Literally only needs cleanser and SPF and that’s IT

Likes trying out new face masks and sheet masks

Physically has to hold Eren down and rub SPF on his face

Levi

Used to have balanced skin like Mikasa but it dried out because he kept using hand sanitizer on his face

Cleanses twice a day but with antibacterial soap

Skin stills looks good because ✨Ackergenes✨

Jean

Combination and slightly acne-prone

Needs encouragement to use proper skincare

Not too fussed about following a proper routine, always forgets in the evening

Thinks growing a beard will cover the sins

Sasha

Has an oily T-zone

Tiktok is her main source of skincare info

Tried homemade Pinterest face masks but ended up eating it

Has a post on her Instagram of herself and Connie with face masks on and cucumbers over their eyes

Connie

Combination skin but slightly acne prone

Doesn’t really use anything special unless it’s recommended to him

“What’s your skincare routine?” “Water” - thinks that’s a flex

Loves trying new face masks with Sasha

Historia

Dry, sensitive skin but no one can ever tell because she’s perfected her skincare

Has a full 12 step routine

Loves giving skincare recommendations

Convinces Ymir to do spa nights with her

Reiner

Tears

LMAO jk jk his skincare is pretty simple

Has mostly normal skin but stress causes him to break out

Still trying to find products which work for him

Bertholdt

Oily + sensitive skin

Constantly forgets to use SPF

Doesn’t really matter because he sweats off all the product anyway

Annie

Combination skin

Constant dark circles

Uses super simple drugstore products

Only really focused on keeping her skin clean

Started using SPF because Armin suggested it

Marco

Combination skin but has an oily forehead

Doesn’t have a proper routine

Only buys products that are half off 🙃

Low-key scared he’ll exfoliate a freckle off

(The freckles demand love)

Ymir

Really only uses water and it works out fine

Doesn’t understand the skincare hype

Will still try out whatever Historia recommends for her

Erwin

this set

Hange

Doesn’t have a skincare routine

Likes putting weird things on their face just to see what effect they’ll have

Like they’ll rub a whole lemon on their face just to see what it does

Enjoys popping pimples

Miche

Soap goes up his nose every single day and impairs his sense of smell for like an hour afterwards

Cries when this happens

Prefers to keep it simple

Floch

Doesn’t wash his face

Crusty ass bitch

s/o to @sehun-cakes for helping me with this 😂

[fattuccini-afraido]

*texting*

Eren: If I were a cannibal, would it be more romantic for me to eat you or to not eat you?

Eren: Forget that last text I was possessed by the devil.

[chroniclyonlin]

Me when the tags are:

"Angst"

"Internalized homophobia"

"Religious guilt"

"___deserves a hug"

"Hurt/no comfort"

"Major character death"

"Mutal pinning"

"Fluff /angst"

(Im going to regret it later)

[d33pwithinmys0ul]

My Attack On Titan Fic Masterlist

All links are ao3, tumblr post links are added accordingly. All x reader fics are with a female reader unless labeled otherwise. Please read tags before engaging. Do not plagiarize, repost, or use my work to train AI. 18+ mdni

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2 Shingeki 2 Kyojin | Jean Kirschtein x Reader x Eren Yeager | tumblr link ch. 1&2

ੈ✩‧₊˚ street racing/fast and furious inspired, college AU, love triangle, plot with smut, romance and drama, incomplete 40k+ words

Pride and Prejudice and Titans | Mr. Darcy!Jean Kirstein x Elizabeth Bennet!Reader | snippet | snippet | snippet

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Regency romantasy AU, inspired by multiple versions of Pride and Prejudice, canon typical violence, third person y/n, slow burn, historical fantasy, angst, incomplete, 9k+ words

Public Display of Affection | Stalker!Eren Yeager x Anxious!Reader | chapter 1 tumblr link

ੈ✩‧₊˚ YOU (netflix) inspired, canon typical violence, eventual smut, college AU, barista x bartender, CW stalking, breaking and entering, incomplete, 35k+ words

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Oneshots

To Abandon All Prudence | Eren Jaeger x Mikasa Ackerman | tumblr link

༄ Regency AU, smut, romance, Eremika

Always | Eren x Mikasa | tumblr link

༄ modern college AU, no smut, romance, angst, Eremika

Soft Life | Mikasa Ackerman x Reader

༄ wlw smut, one shot, fluff, housewife reader, service top Mikasa, domestic fluff

Dexterity Drills | TA Armin Arlert x Fem Reader | tumblr link

༄ modern college AU, smut, short one shot

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why should i be sad? | Eren, Jean, Reiner, Levi x Reader

༄ multi x reader, multichapter, modern/office au, incomplete, smut

Any Time, Any Place | Bf Jean x Gf Reader tumblr link

༄ smut, one shot, breeding kink, modern au

Everybody Here Wants You | Eremika x Reader | tumblr link

༄ smut, one shot, 3some, rockstar au

Grins | Basketball Player Jean x Reader | tumblr link .·:¨༺༻¨:·.

༄ college au, smut, one shot

party 4 u | Jean x Reader | tumblr link

༄ college au, no smut, one shot

Open Season | Eren x Reader | tumblr link ༊*·˚

༄ college au, no smut, one shot

anything, anything | Best Friend Mikasa x Reader .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

༄ college au, wlw smut, angst, mentioned Eremika, complete

thinking of you | Best Friend Mikasa x Reader

༄ wlw smut, one shot, angst, college AU, sequel, mentioned Eremika, toxic yuri

Go On, Take Everything | Mean Historia x Nerdy Reader | tumblr link

༄ college au, wlw smut, Jennifer's Body AU, reunion, angst, toxic yuri, complete

[braunslover]

AOT CHARACTERS AS: lana del rey songs.

including: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, sasha, connie, annie, reiner, bertholdt, historia, ymir, gabi & falco.

spoilers under the cut 🪽

eren yeager: born to die.

it may seem like the most basic, obvious choice — but don't be fooled. eren yaeger was quite literally born to die, and if you analyse the lyrics, they're like a mirror to eren;

"i was so confused as a little child, tryna take what i could get, scared that i couldn't find all the answers honey."

it's like these lyrics directly describe the young eren we seen in the first episode. he was desperate for answers, he was scared and confused — but he was also determined. he was determined to fight for the answers, and as the story develops, he gets them — but also the plot twist of eren KNOWING and REMEMBERING when he kissed historia's hand really alludes to the "born to die" lyric.

i also feel like eren is quite a tragic character, and incorporated with lana's melancholic lyrics — it really makes it all the more tragic :( the way erens life ended with mikasa killing him really works with the; "you and i, we were born to die."

mikasa ackerman: kintsugi.

i didn't even pick this song because the word is japanese lol, the lyrics just fit mikasa so perfectly, i think.

(kintsugi is a japanese art that repairs broken things like dishes by using powdered gold dust etc. it works to show the beauty in the broken — not hide it)

"brought by the sunlight of the spirit to pour into me, there's a name for it in japanese, it's kintsugi."

i really believe these lyrics allude to mikasa as these lyrics reflect to how she's been broken down so many times, but she still finds beauty in those things. people sometimes just see mikasa as a titan killing machine, but she has so much softness and beauty in her, that may not be visible to the eye until she breaks. she feels love, heartbreak and loss like anyone, and she doesn't need to hide it anymore.

mikasa isn't ready to let go of the man she loves, but she's ready to accept the heartbreak and loss that comes with it. she's been through a lot, and it's time she gives herself time to heal.

armin arlert: get free.

if you really take time to listen to the lyrics, specifically the chorus, they fit armin so perfectly.

"i never really noticed that i had to decide to play someone's game or live my own life. and now i do, i wanna move out of the black and into the blue."

i think these lyrics really allude to the point in armins life where he was doing everything by erens rule, just trailing behind him because he believed he owed him that. especially when armin 'gets free' at the end of the anime, because eren has passed on. he decides to live his own life with more hope for the future.

"out of the black and into the blue" could also reference armins lifelong desire to see the sea, and the fact he left the walls via boat in the end.

jean kirstein: venice bitch.

the lyrics represent jean's unrequited love so well in my opinion, and i feel like they represent who he is as well. he's more than just his love for someone who doesn't feel the same — he's a complex human being who is filled with emotion.

"give me hallmark. one dream, one life, one lover. paint me happy in blue, norman rockwell."

hallmark movies are notorious for their softness, and their romance. the characters in hallmark movies almost always end up together with their happily ever after — but jean doesn't get that. he yearns painfully for love, but he isn't sure he'll ever get it.

"paint me happy in blue" can be viewed as an oxymoron, as blue usually alludes to sadness, which i think fits jean so perfectly. even if he needs to grieve or be upset, he keeps it together for his friends. he feels like he has to be strong, and he doesn't want to be viewed as less than that.

sasha braus: margaret.

sasha has a God-given ability to turn scary situations into light-hearted ones, just by cracking a few awkward jokes. she's also a kind soul, who people can be quite struck by, because she's a scout. also, her thing with niccolo can also be alluded to in the lyrics, which i think is quite beautiful.

"when you know you know; it kinda makes me laugh, running down that path when you're good as gold."

these scream sasha to me because she is so playful but so loving too. she is good as gold, and she loves her close friends and family so dearly. she protects them time and time again, and she wants the best for them.

"the soul that you bring to the table" also feels so fitting to me because a lot of the time sasha is seen as the life of the party, because she makes her presence known and she loves so loudly.

connie springer: a&w.

connie, whilst chaotic, is also very down to earth. he really cares for his friends and his family — and he has this odd air of melancholy to him if you look deep enough.

"i haven't seen my mother in a long, long time. i mean look at me, the length of my hair, my face, the shape of my body."

i feel like this song really resonates with connie, due to his mothers titan abilities. after sashas death, connie took it extremely hard, and in the finale we see his hair grown out, and he's changed a bit, which is natural with age and grief. connie is a complex character, who when you look behind his goofy facade, he is sad. connie is a beautifully deep character, with warts and all, which is why i think a&w fits him so well.

annie leonhart: doin' time.

yeah yeah, seems obvious. whatever — the lyrics fit annie perfectly. not only because she is "evil" but because she's perfectly complex in her actions. they're calculated, and they mean something. even though she was MADE this way.

"evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely. the tension, it's getting hotter. i'd like to hold her head underwater."

these lyrics ARE annie. she's often labelled as evil because of her cruel personality, but many fail to realise she's this way because she was trained to be. annie grew up around cold people, and it's the behaviour she picked up on.

annie is most definitely ornery, and you see this more in the flashbacks of when she was younger, especially when she was kicking reiner around. annie is a calculated girl, she does what she does with purpose. sometimes, emotions get the better of her, and she's quick to act rashly. she is forever growing and evolving, and she is given grace by those close to her.

reiner braun: california.

can i be so honest, it was tied between california and shades of cool (they both fit him so well ugh.) but i settled on california because of these lyrics;

"you're scared to win, scared to lose. i've heard the war was over if you really choose, the one in and around you. you hate the heat, you got the blues changing like the weather, oh, that's so like you."

reiner is such a beautifully deep and complex character, who gets a lot more shit than he deserves. if anyone deserves some grace, it's this man. he takes accountability for his wrongdoings and he tried his best to make amends with those he'd failed.

guilt eats him alive daily, and he isn't a stranger to depression. reiner is in a constant mental battle with himself, specifically with his warrior/soldier alters, per sé.

poor boy really has no clue who he truly is, and he hates himself because of his traumatic past. he grew up with a single mother, and when he finally met his father, he was treated like worthless scum — and thus believed that's what he was. if warrior training wasn't bad enough — that interaction added insult to injury.

reiner deserved a lot more grace than he got, and he's trying his hardest. (i wish people understood that)

bertholdt hoover: mariners apartment complex.

oh bertholdt :(. i truly believe his story is one of the most tragic to me. he appears stoic, and like his past doesn't affect him, but deep down it really eat at him. i believe bertholdt tried appearing so nonchalant, was because his counterpart reiner was more open with his outbursts.

"and who i am is a big-time believer that people can change, you don't have to leave her. when everyone's talking you can make a stand."

and also;

"catch a wave and take in the sweetness. think about it, the darkness — the deepness."

these lyrics reflect bertholdt to me because he is such a nuanced character. he has so many layers to him that makes him who he is. bertholdt is a soft person who puts on a stoic facade to stay strong. he doesn't want to be a liability to people, he wants to be the strong one, but sometimes these things are easier said than done. bertholdt has this sweet aura surrounding him, and he's such a deep person, i wish the fandom didn't hate him so much :(

historia reiss: sweet carolina.

oh my poor baby, nobody can make me hate u. she had so, so much potential, and the way she ended up living made me quite sad — but it was for the best.

"if you get the blues, baby blues. you've got us, we've got you, so there's nothing to lose and we love you. so don't write me a letter. i'll always be right here, closer to you than your next breath, my dear."

perfect song for her imo. reminds me of her and ymir, specifically the closing line. historia will always miss ymir, and whilst she was pregnant with her child, i truly believe she thought of ymir more than anything. historia is a brilliant mother, i can't deny that, and she did what she had to do — but ymir will always linger around in her mind.

love makes people sad, it's natural, especially ymir's letter to historia. this song, i believe, would resonate with historia really well because she's a mother and a wife, but she will always remember her true love.

ymir: love song.

i really just adore ymir's softness with historia. i think it is so genuinely beautiful. she's found someone who softens her, and she makes sure to give that softness back (even if it isn't perfect) i believe ymir is quite a romantic person when it comes to it, which is why i think "love song" is fitting for her.

"you know that i'd die to make you proud. the taste, the touch — it all comes down to our love song."

of course ymir and historia are nuanced characters without having to rely on eachother, but they way they choose to rely on eachother sometimes is so special to me. they are two independent, strong women; but when they come together they're gentle and romantic in ways a lot of people don't understand. people love to trash their characters, but there's something very strong and passionate about them.

ymir is shown as selfish and cynical, which is relatable for a lot of the world, but she has a soft spot for historia — the selfless angel. this dynamic is so simple, yet i believe, was executed perfectly.

gabi braun: cherry blossom.

if i see any hate on this child istg.

cherry blossom is such a personal song, it's like a little child longing for a mother, and it just makes me think of gabi. she was a child brainwashed. her innocence was grabbed and forced out of her, and she didn't put up a fight. she is filled with regrets and guilt, and she carries the burden of sasha's death every day.

"you feel afraid, mommy is there. it's a cruel, cruel world, but we don't care. because we've got, we've got to share."

gabi is such a beautifully written character, and she shows what war can do to a child mentally. when gabi originally shot sasha, she believed she was doing the world a favour because she had been raised to hate — despise marleyans for what they had done. it's only when she was shown the kindness firsthand by sasha's parents did she realise — maybe... the world was not so cruel.

falco grice: chemtrails over the country club.

falco is a very merciful child, a far cry from his female counterpart, gabi. he shows a different side of children in the war. he represents the soft, empathetic side. the almost innocent side. not yet tainted, but still broken.

"i'm on the run, with you my sweet love. there's nothing wrong, contemplating God, under the chemtrails over the country club."

falco is an angel, there's no real denying that. he just wants to protect those he loves. falco also has an air of maturity, which can be a disadvantage to the boy, because he believes he can handle more than he can. he doesn't have time to be a kid when he's fighting. he has to be strong — like his brother. he gives people grace, and he isn't one to hold grudges.

he can see things through more than one perspective, and he can understand why people do the things they do. he wants to be a good person. he wants to be someone that people can come to with their troubles, and even at his young age, he is that person.

that's all! i hope u enjoyed me psychoanalysing my bbs to lana :3, if u want a part 2 with some other characters comment who and lmk! 🪽🩷

(ALSO IF U WANNA MAKE AN EDIT OF THE CHARACTER TO THE AUDIO PLS LMK CUZ I WOULD ASCEND WATCHING IT!!)

just a mother and her daughter <3