#eren Jaeger imagines

[kingkonoha]

“𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐘𝐘 . . .”

Eren blinked slowly as he spoke, grinning like an idiot as his glassy eyes darted across his cracked phone screen. “I love you, baby . . . love you-love you so much, baby.”

“Eren,” you frowned, pulling your blanket across your shoulders as you watched him struggle to keep his phone steady. “Are you drunk?”

Relaxing on the couch with several blankets and a bucket of buttery popcorn, you were getting ready to watch a few episodes of your favorite Netflix show when suddenly, your phone rang from an incoming video chat from Eren.

Your boyfriend was at a party — one you didn’t feel well enough to attend — and while he offered to stay at home with you, you told him to go to the gathering and enjoy his Saturday night.

So, seeing his name appear across your phone screen was jarring, and you answered with the assumption that, perhaps, there was an emergency.

But there wasn’t. He was simply drunk, and stupidly in love.

“Baby? Baby, baby?” Eren held his camera so close to his face, you couldn’t see anything except for his eyes. “Miss you so much, okay? Okay, baby?”

“You’ve had too much to drink,” you said with an annoyed tone, but a soft grin appeared across your face. You couldn’t help it.

“Hey, hey, Armin, Armin, Armin, come look,” holding the camera at yet another weird angle for a moment — you could only see his hair, neck, shoulder, and the flashing blue lights in the background — Eren suddenly pulled his best friend beside him.

Armin appeared on your screen with a shy smile and a red solo cup in his hand. Based on the soft shade of red that graced his cheeks, you could tell that at the very least, the blonde-haired guy was tipsy.

“Look, Armin,” Eren slurred, bringing himself and his friend into the frame. “Y/N’s on the-on my screen. Technology’s so fucking cool, man. There goes my baby. That’s my baby right there. That’s my baby.”

“Hi, Y/N,” Armin waved. “Where are you? We miss you.”

“I’m at home. I wasn’t feeling too good, so I couldn’t make it.”

“What’d she say?” Armin blinked slowly, looking over at Eren. It was hard enough to hear you over the loud music, and the alcohol running through his veins certainly didn’t help either.

“Yeah,” Eren responded.

He was clearly out of it.

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Eren,” you paused. Your boyfriend brought the phone closer to his face when he heard you call his name. “Enjoy the party, okay? I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Noooo,” Eren frowned. “I wanna come home, come get me. I miss . . . I wanna come home, baby.”

“You’re so whiny,” rolling your eyes, you started to get off of the couch.

“Do something . . . ‘bout it when we get home,” with a smirk, Eren said, “come get me, I miss you.”

“I’m on the way,” you smiled down at your phone screen.

But, when you hung up — simply so you could throw on some clothes and focus on driving — your clingy, drunk boyfriend called you right back.

“Eren, I’m trying to get there. You gotta let me hang up, okay?”

“Why don’t you love me?”

“I do love you, but I gotta hang up so I can concentrate.”

“Okay, bye baby.”

The FaceTime call ended once again. But only for 38 seconds.

Eren called you again, and you answered while starting up your car.

“What is it, Eren?” tossing the phone down in the passenger seat, you started to drive. He absolutely wouldn’t let you off of FaceTime anytime soon.

“Nothin’,” Eren smiled cheekily. “Let’s watch a movie when we get home, baby. Are you on the way? I miss you.”

“I’m on the way, I promise.”

“Do you still love me?”

“Yes, Eren, I still love you.”

“Okay,” Eren slurred. “I love you too. Bye, baby.”

Once again, he hung up.

And, once again, he called you back half a minute later.

[ellakaiser]

𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫!𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧

𝐏𝐭. 𝟑 (Pt. 1 | Pt. 2)

Boy next door!Eren who you know is probably watching you right now as you were leaned against your kitchen counter, wearing the pretty pink lingerie he got you earlier this week.

You were drinking your morning coffee and reading your book, which he looked into btw and learned that it’s actually a smutty book. He lets out a guttural whine at the fact that you were doing all these things in the early hours of the morning.

Naughty girl!Y/n 🙈

Boy next door!Eren who knows he shouldn’t be doing this. His roommates could walk into the kitchen any moment!

Yet, he continues to stroke himself to you. His pretty neighbor wearing the lingerie that he anonymously got for you. He wonders if you knew it was from him. You didn’t say anything about it, but you obviously knew because why else would you be torturing him right now? His pretty neighbor that he’s been dying to sink his teeth into for months. His pretty neighbor that he knows for a fact has the softest skin. His pretty neighbor that always smells so fucking good. Fuck, your sweet scent is practically imbedded in his nostrils by now. His pretty neighbor that he jerks himself off to, practically every other night using your instagram photos. They’re just normal photos of you, but that’s more than enough for him.

Boy next door!Eren who grips the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white as he pumps himself faster with his other hand, wanting to let it all out before his roommates wake up or before you decide to torture him more by stepping out of view.

Fuck, you’re so beautiful.

Boy next door!Eren who lets out quiet grunts, and moans your name in a whisper.

“Sh-shiiitttt… Y/n… p-please… look at me baby…” As if you heard him or somehow read his mind, you finally glanced over at him through the window. You expected to see him staring, sure, but you didn’t expect to see desperate!Eren’s orgasm face.

Again, you got more than you bargained for. 🤭

Boy next door!Eren who came in his pajama pants when you finally locked eyes with him. His eyebrows furrowed together, eyelids low, mouth agape, and his bare chest quickly rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

Boy next door!Eren who, once he comes to, suddenly feels embarrassed and quickly leaves the kitchen to clean himself up. He takes a burning hot shower, cringing at himself for being such a goddamn pervert. First he bought you lingerie, and now he jerks off to you… in front of you.

You couldn’t help but feel so flattered… so… satisfied. It makes you want to kick your feet and twirl your hair.

…Dare are we say, sadist!Y/n? 👀

Boy next door!Eren who has flowers sent to you later that day as an apology. He doesn’t know why it’s suddenly eating him up inside when you’ve clearly been okay with it this whole time. I mean, you literally put yourself on display for him this morning…

Sigh, he’s so cute.

Boy next door!Eren who suddenly becomes the shy one, come monday morning.

“Erennnnn~” You whine. “Y-Yeah?” He looks at you for a second, but then quickly looks back at his textbook. Oh how the tables have turned. “Why aren’t you talking to me?” You pout, as if nothing happened. “Huh? Oh, sorry gorgeous… I was… reading something…” Liar. “Look at me.” He does so, hesitantly. You leaned in close and whispered, “Thank you for the set. It fit perfectly, don’t you think? Was it how you envisioned it?” He swallowed hard as your breath fanned against his ear, “…Mhm…” You smiled mischievously, “Maybe you should come over sometime, y’know, so you don’t have to peek through the window anymore. Would you like that?” He fights the urge to shove his tongue down your throat right now, remembering you guys were still in class. He clears his throat, “I-I’d love that…”

Yeah, you knew he would.

Boy next door!Eren who’s writhing, sitting on the corner of your bed, when you stepped out of your closet wearing a dark green lingerie set.

“Ohhh fuuck me…” He says under his breath. “You like? I figured I should get something to match your eyes.” You did a little twirl. You’re trying to kill him, is that it? It’s taking everything in him to hold back from just grabbing you, and taking you right then and there.

But you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? 🙂‍↕️

Boy next door!Eren who says fuck it and grabs you by the hips, pulling you to him. You straddled his lap, hands going straight into his hair, and captured his lips in an overdue kiss.

His hands roamed over your body, gripping and squeezing everything. You tried to pull away for breath, but he wouldn’t let you. He quickly latches onto your lips again, finally getting to shove his tongue down your throat.

He’s not wasting anymore time.

“E-Eren… air…” You whimpered, breathless. He moves his lips to your jaw, “Sorry baby.” He leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping your sensitive skin here and there. You tug on his hair when he sucks a bit roughly. That’s gonna leave a mark for sure. He looks up at you with a lazy, blissed out, smile on his face. He’s so gone.

Pathetic!Eren can’t get enough of you.

Boy next door!Eren whose dick is so hard for you, it hurts. His pretty pink tip is leaking so much pre, it’s starting to seep through his jeans. Good thing he just installed your new washer and dryer not too long ago.

“You’re such a perv, Eren.” You hissed, almost sounding angry if it weren’t for the hint of sultriness in your tone. You grind your hips against his, moaning at the feeling of his erection poking at your heat. “You like it, though. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here right now.” He leaves a few love bites on your cleavage. “I love it.” You threw your head back as he kneaded your ass cheeks, letting out a yelp when he gave ‘em a nice smack.

Boy next door!Eren who finally fucks the shit out of you. He flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips up to meet his; continuing his relentless pace. Your room was filled with moans and groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. He leans forward to talk pure filth into your ear, pressing his chest against your back.

He licks the shell of your ear, making you clench around him. “Nnngh, don’t do that baby.” He groans. “You’ll make me bust fast, and I wanna make this last.” He thrusts harder, splitting you open with his dick. “Been dreaming about this pussy since I first saw you around campus.” He what? His arm snakes around to your front, a veiny hand coming up to wrap around your throat, “Ohh f-fuck… it was worth the wait.” Your head was spinning. “Eren!” You choked out through broken moans; gripping the sheets, your pillows, whatever you could get your hands on. “You know how.. sh-shiiitt.. how h-happy I was when I found out we had.. m-mutual friends?” His deep chuckle vibrates through your back. “And then the h-house next door to you w-went on the market, hah! I couldn’t help but th-think this was fate!” He sounds delirious. “E-Eren… I-I’m gonna cum!” His hold around your neck tightens slightly, “Yeah?” He picks up his pace, “Cum for me baby.” And you do. Your eyes rolled back as your pussy pulsated around him. Thighs trembling as he doesn’t relent, nails digging into the mattress. “You’re so good for me… my pretty girl.” His thrusts start to get a little sloppy. “I’m gonna fill you up every fucking day.” His hand that was around your neck moves higher, sticking two fingers down your throat. The sound of your gag was the last straw, before he’s shooting ropes after ropes of his seed in you. “Fuckfuckfuck, take it all.”

Boy next door!Eren who’s now boyfriend!Eren, gets to have his way with you whenever and wherever. You ride him on his bike, he fucks you against the lockers in the men’s locker room on campus, you give him head in your car and at the movie theater, he feels you up at restaurants…

You name it.

“Eren…” You quietly scolded him. “What?” He looks around the classroom, “No one is even paying attention. Half of them are either too busy taking notes, or falling asleep. C’mon, just a little swipe up your slit.” He whispers. His hand gently squeezed the inside of your thigh, before inching up under your dress. “I just want a little taste…” “Eren, we literally had sex right before we left for class.” “And? That was over an hour ago.” “I can still feel some of your cum seeping out of me.” You roll your eyes. “Mmph, love when you talk like that baby.” “You’re so ann-“ You bit your bottom lip to conceal your gasp when his fingers slip inside your panties. “Hm? What was that?” He uses two fingers to spread your folds, and then swipes his finger up from your entrance to your clit, rubbing in slow small circles. “Hnngh… b-babe…you said j-just a swipe…” Your nails carved into your textbook. “Shh,” he brings his fingers to his mouth and gives them a quick lick, his eyes rolling back as he tastes you. “Be a good girl and keep it down, alright?” He brings his fingers back to your pussy, “Wouldn’t want to interrupt Professor Ackerman’s lecture…”

Boyfriend!Eren who still likes to go back to your roots once in a while. He’ll buy you new lingerie, and even though he can just come over freely now… he still likes to watch you from next door, as you parade around in your kitchen wearing nothing but the newest set he got for you.

…Fuckin perverts. 😵‍💫

© 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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[k4tsukiis]

NERD!EREN! BRAINROT!

nerd!eren who reaches out after 9 pm to ask about your day

nerd!eren who jerks off to you rambling about your day through the phone

“‘ren baby, you okay over there?”

“yeah-*gulp* yeah it’s just really hot in my room.”

nerd!eren who dresses nice for you to take you on a date. going home straight after work, changing from a blue button up and khakis to a black v neck sweater with a white collared dress shirt underneath and black dress pants. he even takes off his glasses bc he thinks it makes him look ‘sexier’

nerd!eren who picks you up straight at your door, holding an umbrella because he didn’t want you to get wet from the rain.

nerd!eren who geeks out and babbles about random things that interest him like batman

nerd!eren who thinks he doesn’t look good in glasses, but you disagree, demanding he puts them back on

nerd!eren who tries to take you on a date but the night ends up with him in between your legs

nerd!eren who looks up at you with foggy glasses while eating you out

nerd!eren who loves eating you out for his own pleasure

nerd!eren who cums in his pants just from eating you out

nerd!eren who secretly has a 8 inch dick (well it’s actually a little more than 7.5 but who’s counting)

nerd!eren who sends you videos of him stroking his dick throughout the day to lyk how much he misses you

nerd!eren who hasn’t lost his virginity yet bc he’s “too big”

nerd!eren who begs you to ride him after overstimulating him for hours

“f-fuck- ngh- please please please ride me princess.”

“you’re so beautiful baby.”

nerd!eren who lets out the loudest, gutteral moans with that deep voice

nerd!eren who goes to take his glasses off before fucking you

“glasses stay on.”

nerd!eren who slides his glasses back up with his three fingers

“yes, ma’am.”

nerd!eren who acts submissive but changes as soon as it’s his turn to fuck you

“spread your fucking legs before i do it for you.”

“god baby f-fuck you feel so good-“

nerd!eren who fucks into you with no remorse, head leaned back with his lips formed in an ‘o’

nerd!eren who ends up being the biggest slut yk.

may or may not be self-indulgent. may or not be a true story. may or may not be my guy best friend.

[shawtuzi]

finking of morning sex w plug!eren

mdni pls and thank you///cw include: black fem!reader, drug usage (weed), a lot of sexual tension, lazy morning sex that eventually turns kinda rough, some fluff

9:03 AM

the early morning sun nearly blinded you as eren opened the blacked out curtains in your shared bedroom. “ren what the fuck,” you whined burying your face in the plush pillow you were just a few seconds ago sleeping so peacefully on. eren chuckled, bringing a blunt he had freshly pearled to his lips that were still a bit swollen from last nights activities. you’d recently gotten into nibbling and biting on his lips during your intense kisses and although he found it extremely hot he was definitely paying the price for it.

“suns up mama, time to get up….unless you want me to finish this without you,” he smirked blowing a fat cloud of smoke in your direction. you lifted your head from the pillow, a deep scowl on your face. you begrudgingly sat up making eren grin, “yeah that’s what i thought, go freshen up real quick i’ll roll another one while you’re gone.” you let out a dramatic sigh before making your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face.

when you walked back into the room eren was laid up on the bed, little o shaped clouds of smoke flying into the air. “turn on some music,” he grumbled and you quirked a brow waiting for him to finish his sentence with a ‘please.’ when he saw you weren’t moving the realization hit him pretty damn quick, “sorry i meant turn on some music please.” you smiled and happily complied, turning on the speaker. you put on ‘feels like summer’ by childish gambino before flopping onto the bed. “careful baby careful—almost made me ash on my chest,” he chuckled giving your ass a light smack.

“yeah yeah whatever gimme some,” you plucked the blunt from his hands and took a long hit. you maneuvered your body onto his lap, his morning wood definitely not going unnoticed. “what’s on the agenda for today babydoll,” he asked tracing his name over and over on your thigh with his index finger. you handed the blunt back over to him before speaking, “mika invited us to brunch at one, then i have my nail appointment at four, we’ll have to do some grocery shopping tonight, and then i was thinking for dinner i could make that cajun chicken alfredo you like so much.” eren was trying to listen he was really was!! but it was so damn hard when your clothed pussy was directly against his dick that was practically straining against his boxers.

“you listening to me ren?” you giggled snapping your fingers in front of his face. a lazy grin broke out on his face and he nodded, “mhm of course i’m listenin’.” the room was slowly but surely becoming boxed and the more it did the more you and eren we’re feeling the effects of the drug. “had a dream about you last night,” you hummed, leaning back, resting your hands on his muscly thighs. eren smirked, his eyes drifting to your cunt that was practically swallowing your panties. he grabbed the second blunt he had rolled and lit it, “yeah? tell me all about it mama.”

“you were eating me out…and you had those fuckin’ grills in. you were doing such a good job i think i might’ve came in my sleep from it,” you sighed dreamily thinking of how damn fine eren always looked when he had his grills in. you felt eren’s dick twitch but didn’t dare say anything, deciding to tease him a little and see how long he’d last. he handed the blunt to you, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “those grills always make you so weak in the knees don’t they?” he said giving you a lazy smirk. his rough hands trailed from your thick thighs, up your tummy, and finally to your breasts where he gave them a soft squeeze. his thumbs brushed over your nipples and you shivered, nearly dropping the blunt in the process.

you head felt like someone had yanked out your brain and replaced it with hot air bc by god all you could think about right now was eren eren eren. “you dream about me a lot?” he asked, mindlessly toying with your breasts. oh he didn’t even know the half of it. you ran your tongue over your bottom lip, nodding at his question. you were supposed to be doing the teasing, but as always eren had the upper hand and was able to turn you into mush with just a few lewd touches. he looked like a dream right now—his jade eyes were red and hooded, his hair that was usually up was down and cascaded beautifully over his broad shoulders, and he had this damn smirk on his face that was getting your panties wetter by the minute.

‘rendezvous’ by partynextdoor (a song that just so happened to be on your sex playlist) began playing, increasing the sexual tension tenfold. eren’s nonchalant façade began to crumble once of felt your wetness begin to seep into the material of his boxers. “you know if you wanna fuck all you have to do is ask, can practically feel your heartbeat on my dick,” his words made your breath hitch making him smirk for the umpteenth time. “no you…no you can’t! don’t be weird,” you pouted slapping his chest. you hadn’t even realized how turned on you actually were until you felt how uncomfortably slick your pussy had gotten.

eren slowly pulled your panties to the side and this mf actually whistled when he finally laid eyes on your soaked center. “such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled to himself running a finger through your slit. eren took one final hit of the blunt before setting it in the ashtray on the bedside table. without warning he plunged two fingers in your cunt making you gasp but as soon as they were in he pulled them right back out. he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked your essence off of them until they were clean. “i think i’m gonna let you do the work this morning,” he smiled, snapping your panties back into place. you were taken aback at his words a soft ‘huh?’ leaving your pouting lips.

“this weed got me feeling kinda lazy, use me to get off baby i know you can do it,” he gave your thigh a few soft pats and you whined. you sat up just the slightest bit to pull eren’s boxers down mid thigh, his painfully hard dick slapping against his toned stomach. it was a struggle to get your panties off without fully standing up but you managed, and as soon as they were off you began grinding your pussy up and down his dick. each time his mushroom tip nudged against your clit you let out a little mewl that was music to eren’s ears. “goddamn babydoll haven’t even put it in yet and you’re already making my dick wet as fuck,” he groaned, digging his fingers into the plush of your thighs. your slick had his dick glistening in sunlight and man oh man was it a sight to see.

you didn’t even care that he wasn’t inside you yet, all you could focus on was how hard n warm his dick was. “you already gonna cum? hm?” eren breathlessly chuckled and you replied with a weak ‘uh huh.’ one side of eren wanted to take charge so bad and just fuck you silly, but the other part of him was loving how you were taking the lead and becoming so so consumed in the pleasure you were getting just from grinding on his dick.

within minutes you were cumming on his dick with a pathetic whimper, your hands slamming onto his chest so you were able to ride out your orgasm for as long as possible. you were incredibly sensitive in that moment thanks to the two blunts you previously smoked, but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your hand around eren’s dick, using your cum as a lubricant to slowly jerk him off. “just…just need a minute to regroup,” you breathlessly giggled, flicking your wrist a tad faster. eren groaned quietly, his eyes fluttering shut. “take all the time you need baby i’m—s-shit, i’m content as can be right now,” and he really was!! he had gods most beautiful creation taking care of him how could he not be loving life right now??

“‘kay think i’m ready,” you whispered to yourself before moving your body up until his tip was at your entrance. you slowly lowered yourself down, whining at the stretch. it rlly didn’t matter how many times you and eren had fucked you just couldn’t quite get used to the stinging stretch from that first push in. you finally bottomed out and eren’s hands wasted no time finding purchase on your hips. you felt so full.

“feels s’good ren,” you mewled, slowly moving your hips up and down. you pressed your lips to his in a needy kiss which he happily returned, shoving his tongue in your mouth in the process. “i know baby i know. feel so fuckin’ good—like heaven i swear you feel like heaven,” he grunted, bucking his hips up. you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, giving it a few soft nibbles. ‘so cute’ he thought to himself as you suckled on his lip. he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing lazy circles onto the throbbing nub. “keep doin’ that m’gonna cum again,” your voice was becoming slurred as your second orgasm of the day was approaching.

you buried your face in eren’s neck letting out little chants of his name as your orgasm washed over you. your mind was so fuzzy the only thing keeping you grounded was the smell of eren’s pine scented body wash. “come back to me baby it’s okay i got you,” he murmured in your ear, stroking your back gently. “want…want some more but i can’t do it, need you to take control please,” you whimpered, twirling your fingers in the silky soft strands of his hair.

eren pressed a kiss to the side of your head and wrapped his strong arms around your back before bucking his hips up. usually his pace would be fast and unforgiving, but he knew you had plans for the day and didn’t want to make you completely fucked out. “yeah jus’ like that baby…love the way you fuck me,” your honey smooth voice moaned directly into his ear. oh how eren loved the praise. eren glanced at the alarm clock on your side of the bed:

10:37 AM

as much as he wanted to savor this moment he knew you’d need at least a thirty minute breather to regroup from the sex, and then it would take you about a good hour to get ready for brunch so unfortunately he had to make this quick. his thrusts picked up and you squealed from how hard his dick was bumping into your pressure point. yeah you’d definitely need a pretty long break afterwards. you removed your face from his neck and after what felt like an eternity eren was able to see your gorgeous semi-fucked out face. you couldn’t help the little droplet of drool that escaped from your kiss swollen lips—he was fucking you that good.

“c’mon renny gimme that nut i need it,” you pouted, squishing his cheeks together and giving him a sloppy kiss. eren moaned into your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. “m’gonna give it to you don’t worry—f-fuck gonna…gonna fill that pretty pussy up,” he practically growled, giving you a harsh smack on your ass.

“gonna fill you up so full you’re gonna feel me in your tummy all—”

thrust

“fucking”

thrust

“day”

really really hard thrust

“oh shit!” you cried, unintentionally biting down pretty hard on eren’s poor bottom lip. the mix of pain and pleasure had eren’s eyes rolling as he finally came inside you with a deep groan. you weren’t too far behind, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. eren stilled his movements completely but kept your body in an iron grip against his. he hadn’t even realized your head had found purchase once again nuzzled into his neck until he heard little sniffles. worry began to coarse through his veins as he lifted your head from his neck, inspecting your face with his brows furrowed.

“what’s wrong? what happened? did i hurt you? why are you crying? talk to me please,” questions were coming out of his mouth left and right making you giggle. “wha-what? why are you laughing?” the smallest pout was settling on his lips and you internally cooed at how cute he was being. you cradled his jaw in your hands, giving his nose a soft kiss. “m’fine ren it was just a little intense, that shit is strong,” you laughed again, referring to the two roaches in the ashtray. eren let out a tiny sigh of relief after hearing you were okay, a small smile now making its way onto his lips. “damn you bit my lip kinda hard huh?” he chuckled, sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip and tasted the faintest bit of something metallic.

“m’sorry baby,” you frowned giving his lips three kisses. you slowly lifted yourself off of him making you both groan in unison. “i should probably go shower—don’t wanna be late,” you sighed, sitting up, careful not to let eren see the wince on your face. although eren was tough as nails, seeing you in any kind of pain after sex absolutely broke him.

eren sat up as well and followed you to the bathroom, his eyes drifting to the cum that slowly made its way down your thigh. “didn’t you already shower while i was sleep?” you quirked an eyebrow as steam began to fill the room. eren wrapped his arms around you from behind, giving your neck a sweet kiss, “i did but i certainly don’t mind taking another one with you.” you felt something hard poke at your back and it was all starting to make sense. “really eren? really? we just got done not even ten minutes ago,” you giggled breaking out of his hold. eren licked his lips as he examined your naked body, “s’not my fault ole boy likes you so much.”

“yeah whatever horndog.”

<333

[lolitakirstein]

Eren Is a horny stoner.

cw: porn, marijuana use, language, stoned sexual activities, and as always POOR EDITING

a/n Was going to make this into multiple characters but the Eren one got away so i'm just going to make it a drabble, might down Jean and Levi, idk

Eren is a Massive stoner. Loves to smoke and listen to music, play video games, and make random food concoctions. He also gets mad horny. Like food isn't the only munchies he has. "Let me eat your pussy," he moans against your neck, his hands already making their way to your pants. "You're high, babe," you tease, knowing damn well that isn't an excuse. "mmmm, just means your little cunt tastes even sweeter." Sober Eren eats you out like a gentleman, with delicate licks, and tender kisses on your thighs. Stoned Eren is a fucking barbariannnn. Ripping your panties off, deeply inhaling the scent of your arousal before diving in. He attacks your clit, already super sensitive thanks to the weed. "Easy, its really intense," you gasp, trying to force his head back a little bit. "trust me," he mumbled against your sopping cunt and inserting his fingers. You throw your head back in bliss. "Oh fuck!" you whine. He growls in appreciation. Fingers crook upwards in your pulsing hole likteralling coaxing a release from you. "Don't hold back," he demands, flicking and sucking your swollen clit. "I c-c cant," you stutter, it feels like you are floating off the bed. "Oh but you can my sweet girl," he coos, his hand never stopping the fast thrusting. "Come!" And fuck do you come, your body convulses, back arching off the bed, squirting against his fingers. You're too blissed out to be embarrassed and he is too pussy drunk to care if you are as he greedily licks up your essence. Once you come back to earth, he kisses his way up your still-sensitive body. "Like that," he says, smirking at how completely spent you look. knowing damn well you loved it

[daisynik7]

Résumé

Pairing: Eren x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~2.7k

cw: porn without plot, implications of cheating, office sex, boss x employee power dynamic, potentially corrupt business practices, sexually explicit content/smut – PIV sex (doggy, cowgirl), cunnilingus, fingering, sex without a condom, dirty talk, degrading language, lingerie

Summary: Today is your anniversary and unfortunately, your husband forgot. Luckily, there’s a potential new hire you’re interviewing who will surely appreciate the special lingerie you’re wearing. Author’s Notes: This is partially inspired by this incredible soundgasm I listened to (listener discretion is advised, put your headphones on before you listen!), but I changed up a few details. Reblogs and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Hearing directly from you is highly encouraging and keeps me motivated to keep writing! Thank you for reading! Divider created by @/saradika!

There’s a knock on your door. You sit at the desk in your office, glancing at the bottom left corner of the computer screen, checking the time: 12:05 PM. He’s late. The potential new hire you’re interviewing today was supposed to arrive by noon. If you weren’t already in a bad mood, you’d dismiss it. 

Today is your wedding anniversary. Half the day has passed, and your husband still has not mentioned anything about it. At this rate, you’d bet money that he forgot. He’s messaging you like normal, no indication that he remembers this special occasion. You could be the bigger person and gently remind him. In his defense, he’s been stressed at his job, and sure, it’s easy for things to slip in his jumbled mind. But your wedding anniversary? How could he forget that? 

A second knock comes. You refocus your attention to work, burying your marital dilemma in the back of your mind. “Come in,” you respond, patting flat any wrinkles on your blouse.

In comes a handsome man, brunette hair tied into a fashionably messy bun, outfitted in a dark suit and tie, a light pink dress shirt underneath. He flashes you a smile, still holding the handle, closing the door. “Sorry I’m late. No one was out there to assist me, so I got a little lost finding your office.”

You clear your throat, shuffling the stack of papers in front of you, momentarily taken aback by his striking appearance. “I sent everyone to lunch, so it’s just you and me in here.”

“I see.” The grin remains on his face as he reaches into his backpack, passing you a sheet of paper. “Here’s my résumé.” He takes a seat in the sofa chair facing you, setting his bag on the floor next to him. 

You scan the document quickly, starting from the top, reading aloud the first couple of lines. Your mind keeps wandering to your husband, so you fail to retain any of the information shared on that piece of paper. At the end, you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Are you alright?” he asks, leaning forward in his seat.

“I’m just…I’m a little distracted right now. My mind is all over the place and I didn’t prepare for this interview. I’m so sorry.”

“That’s okay. We all have stuff we’re dealing with. Do you want to talk about it?” He looks at you with concern in his eyes. More emotion than what your husband has given you all day. At least this guy sees you. 

You lay his résumé to the side, setting your palms flat on the surface. “Well, I’m not sure how appropriate it is for me to tell you this.”

He smirks. “Hey, I won’t say a word. Everything said in here is between you and me…boss.” 

You raise a brow at him. “Promise to keep it a secret?” He nods, miming a key locking his mouth shut and tossing it over his shoulder. 

“Well, my no-good husband forgot that today is our anniversary.”

His eyes widen, surprised. “Wow. Really?”

“Yup.”

Scoffing, he replies, “What an asshole. How could he forget that?”

“You tell me.” You relax into the seat, feeling more at ease with him listening to you with intrigue. “You want to know what the worst part is?”

“Tell me.”

“I’m wearing something special for him right now, and I won’t even be able to show it off.”

The bump in his throat bobs, swallowing hard. “Something special?”

“Mm-hm,” you hum, propping your elbow on the desk, knuckles tucked under your chin. “How awful, right?”

He sinks back into the chair, crossing his ankle over his knee. You do your best not to glance at his crotch, prominently displayed in this position. “Very. That prick doesn’t deserve to see you in that.”

You gaze at each other, the sexual tension thick and heavy in the air. Before you get carried away, you snap out of it and retrieve his résumé, clearing your throat. “Anyways, you’re definitely qualified for the job, based on your skills and previous experience.”

“That’s nice to hear.”

“Are there any other skills you have that you didn’t include here?”

He smirks. “I have quite a few, but it wouldn’t be appropriate to list them on a formal document.”

“Oh?” You eye him curiously. “Can you tell me one of them?”

He thinks for a couple of seconds, choosing his words carefully. “I’m really good at appreciating people.”

This catches you off guard. You weren’t expecting an answer like this. “Appreciating…? Can you elaborate?”

He strokes his chin, contemplating before explaining, “Well, for example, I know that I can truly appreciate that special something you’re wearing. More than your lousy husband can.” There’s a wicked smirk forming at his lips. 

You give him a small laugh, amused by his response. “Oh yeah?”

He shifts in his seat, biting his lower lip, nodding. “If I was your husband, I’d fucking worship you.”

You squeeze your thighs together, pussy throbbing between your legs, aroused. Heat rushes into your cheeks, flustered by this sudden turn of events. This is bad. Very, very bad. You’re married and today is your anniversary, the last thing you should ever do is cheat on your husband with this random stranger. Especially one that you’re interviewing to hire. You’re better than this. 

On the other hand, he hasn’t bothered to call you today to wish you a happy anniversary. Based on this, it doesn’t seem like he cares about the sanctity of marriage, so why should you? You have this man before you, actually willing to appreciate you. And, with the office empty, who would know if you stepped into the dark side just this once?

With your decision made, you stand up, stepping towards him, leaning against the front of your desk. He watches you attentively, waiting in anticipation for you to make the first move. You start to undo the top button of your blouse, asking, “Do you really think you can keep this a secret, Eren?”

The sound of his name on your sultry lips has his cock twitching beneath his slacks, aching to be touched. “I definitely can,” he answers, gulping down the spit collecting in his salivating mouth.

You slide your skirt down, slowly revealing your sheer thong, outlined in black lace, embroidered with a delicate floral pattern across the mesh fabric. His eyes are carnal at the sight, watching your little strip tease intently. Twirling to reveal the backside, you turn your head to see his reaction. He bites his fist, gaze focused on your bare ass, the string of lingerie nestled between your cheeks.

He curses under his breath, running his fingers through his hair, nervous and excited. “You’ve been wearing this all day?”

You unbutton the rest of your top, matching bra gradually coming into view. “All day long. It was supposed to be a surprise for my husband, but I guess it’ll be a special treat for you instead.”

“Lucky me.” He licks his lips when you shrug your top off, lingerie on full display now. His expression is hazy with lust, eyeing you up and down repeatedly, letting this image of you sink into his brain, cock strained inside his pants, desperate for release. He can’t take it anymore; he needs you. 

“Sit there and spread your legs for me,” he demands, getting up from his chair to tower over you. Following his command, you hop on, ass pressed to the smooth laminate, thighs splayed for him. “I’m going to give you what you deserve.”

He bends down, grazing his lips on the embroidered flowers. Chuckling, he tips his chin up to peer at you. “You’re such a fucking slut, wearing this to the office. What would your employees say if they find out about this?”

You smirk at him, tugging his hair with your fist, shoving him closer to your pussy. “They won’t. This is our little secret, remember?”

His laughter vibrates against you as he sucks on your clit through your panties, the fabric thin enough to feel him on you. “Whatever you say, boss.” He laps at your bud until your underwear is wet with his drool, shiny with your cum. With his thumb, he teases your entrance, slipping past the thin string of your thong. 

“Fuck, Eren,” you swear, throwing your head back. 

“I love it when you say my name,” he muffles, fingers now gripping your panties to the side, eating you out sloppily. He pulls off to dribble his thick saliva on you, latching on again to smear it on your clit. His thumb is pressed to your entrance, prodding into your slippery cunt ever-so-slightly. You climax, his lips puckered tight on your puffy bud, suckling relentlessly until his thumb is coated in your cum. 

“Look at this creamy pussy. All for me.” He runs his tongue along your sticky mess, collecting it in his mouth to swallow. You lower your legs, draping them over the edge of the table, weak and unsteady from the intense orgasm. He straightens up to kiss you, lips glossy with your cum. After a few more clumsy kisses, he peels off your lingerie, rolling it over your skin until it’s coiled in on itself down at your ankles, bunching it in his fist. “These are all ruined now. Your husband will never see these. It’s for me and only me.” He places it in his pocket, then sits on the sofa chair, patting his thighs, beckoning you to sit. Before you do, he quickly unbuckles his belt and unzips, letting his pants drop around his ankles as he whips his hard dick out.

You step towards him, straddling his lap, nodding, “Only for you.”

He cups your cheek, thumb gently brushing your skin. “Forget about him. Focus on me. It’s our day now, isn’t it?”

The low growl in his voice has you mesmerized. “Yes. Oh god, yes.” It’s all so wrong, but in this moment, you don’t care. All you can think about is being bounced on his cock, milking him until you’re stuffed full of his load. So much that it spills and stains the cushions, a constant reminder of the obscenities that are about to occur in this office.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he says, glancing at your arousal. “Bet your husband never ate you out like that. Has he ever fucked you in this office before?”

Desperate to feel more of him, you grind your hips, eagerly watching his pretty cock ooze with precum from the tip. “Never.” You reach behind you to unclasp your bra, revealing your breasts to him. 

“Fuck, so I’m really the first to christen it. Already putting me to work, huh?” Fingers wrapped around his shaft, he taps the head of his cock on your clit, laughing when you whine from the contact. He rubs it across your swollen bud, his other hand fondling your tits, thumb caressing your peaked nipples. 

“Oh fuck,” you groan, gripping his shoulders to lift yourself onto him. “I want it, Eren. Give it to me.”

“So eager, can’t even wait,” he grunts, lowering you onto him, cursing when your pussy squeezes his length. “Fuck.”

You ride him slowly, his hands grasping your waist, guiding you lazily while you do most of the work. He fits perfectly inside your wet cunt, gliding in smoothly with each bounce, hitting your sweet spot deeper and deeper. Your tongue hangs out of your mouth, drool leaking from the corners of your lips, fucked-out and in total bliss.

“My new boss is being such a slut for me. Is this what you expect when you hire me? For me to fuck you stupid every day until you’re leaking from all your holes? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He skims your lips with his thumb, wiping away your spit. 

“Fuck, Eren! Yes, I want that!” you cry out, the chair creaking beneath you as you spring up and down. 

“I bet your husband doesn’t know how much of a fucking whore you are. You nasty slut.” He pulls you closer to him, mouth hot on your ear. “He doesn’t deserve you. Doesn’t deserve this gorgeous fucking pussy.” He holds you snug, thrusting his hips up in tandem with you. You come like this, cradled in his arms, coating his cock in your slick. You catch your breath, relaxing on top of him. 

Nuzzling his nose on your cheek, he asks, “Are you okay?”

You smile, giggling softly. “Yeah.”

“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Soon, you’re bent over your desk, being pounded by him from behind. His and your moans echoing off the walls of your office, along with the wet slaps of his pelvis smacking your ass. “Fuck! Right there!”

“You’re so fucking bad, cheating on your husband with me. Letting me fuck this unfaithful pussy,” he growls, slamming his hips against you. “If he were me, I’d fuck you so good you wouldn’t even think about anyone else. Make it so that you’re addicted to this cock. Can’t go a single day without it balls deep inside you.”

He continues to spit filth at you, firing backshot after backshot until you orgasm again, this time with him, spilling every last drop of his load inside you. He slowly pulls out, moaning when he sees his warm cum gush from your slit. “God, that was amazing,” he says, grabbing the tissue box next to your computer, wiping the mess dripping down your legs. 

You’re too exhausted to respond coherently, crumpled on the desk, listening to him pick up all the discarded clothing scattered on the carpet. When he’s done changing into his professional attire, he slides his hands around your waist, carefully hoisting you up into a standing position with him behind you. “You okay, sweetie?”

You crane your neck to kiss him, smiling. “Mm-hm.”

He offers to put on your clothes, first the bra, then the blouse, one sleeve at a time. Squatting down to help you step into your skirt, he slaps your ass playfully. You have no choice but to go commando, your ruined panties still in his pocket. The two of you look at each other, giggling at your glazed expressions from the aftermath of sex. You reach towards him, fixing his collar. He flips his wrist, checking the time on his watch. “I should probably head out now. It’ll take me a while to get to the other side of the building.”

“Yeah, and you know how Levi gets.” You wrap your arms around your husband’s shoulders, giving him a smooch on the cheek. “You’ll never hear the end of it if you’re late for the interview.”

“I’ll blame you then,” he smirks. “Besides, I’m a shoo-in.”

“Don’t be so cocky! Levi isn’t going to hire you just because you’re friends.”

“But you’d hire me, right?”

“Absolutely not. You’re a fucking menace.” And you mean this whole-heartedly. After all, this was his idea. Once he found out that he got a job interview at your company, under a separate department run by your mutual friend, he came up with this fantasy of you, his sexy boss wife, being fucked by him, the potential new hire, during the interview. And when it just so happened to be scheduled on the day of your wedding anniversary, he couldn’t help himself, adding the element of cheating into his twisted, dark role-play of his. You give yourself some credit, though: The lingerie really was a special surprise for him, which worked exactly the way you wanted it to.

He feigns a shocked expression. “I can’t believe my own wife wouldn’t hire me! How rude!” He pulls you into a hug, kissing you along your neck. “Maybe you need another good fuck to change your mind.”

You laugh, shoving him off. “Get out of here! Seriously, you’re going to be late.”

“Okay, okay. I’m leaving. I’ll call you when it’s done,” he says, kissing you on the forehead. “And don’t forget we have reservations at six tonight.” 

“I remember. I love you! Good luck,” you tell him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

He gazes at you, smiling. “I love you, too. And happy anniversary.”

[taichoushadow]

Listen.

Eren is alive and thriving. Right now he is at home, laying in bed while getting kisses all over his face and he literally giggles because of that. He is in your warm, loving arms, getting cuddled all night as he feels utterly safe and he sighs out in bliss.

Burying his face into the warmth of your neck, he moves his lips over a part of your sensitive skin and he places a kiss there himself. "I'm happy. This is all I need." Eren breathes, feeling how his heart beats at ease, knowing he is here with you as you hold him tightly and close to you while running your fingers through his hair, smiling. "You're so loved, Eren."

He hums at that, pulling away to look up at you and you feel your face heating up at the depth of his deep green eyes locking on yours. "I know." for only to bury himself into your warmth again.

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Almost Lovers

You had been in love with Eren Jaeger since you were kids. Over the years, you've had multiple chances to get together, but nothing has happened. How long can you wait for him to do something ?

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It was impossible to think about your upbringing without thinking about Eren Jaeger.

The two of you had first met when you were about to turn four. Your family had moved across the country, your Dad getting a promotion which prompted you to pack up and leave. Although you were small at the time, completely unaware of the change, you still remember the awe on your face when you came to a stop in front of your new home. It was a beautiful, two story home with a neatly manicured lawn in a quiet suburban neighborhood.

Your parents were busy guiding the movers, instructing them to place furniture in certain rooms. They had immediately set up the porch furniture, placing you on the bench before resuming their previous activity. Your little legs had been swinging aimlessly, humming to yourself as you watched the movers go in and out.

“Hello there!”

A woman was standing at the foot of the driveway, a plate of cookies in one hand. Her other hand was placed gently on the shoulders of the boy hiding behind her legs. Your Mom, upon hearing the voice, came rushing out. The two fell into an easy conversation, introducing each other before she was led to where you were sitting.

“Honey, this is Eren. He’s our neighbor from across the street!”

The first thing you noticed about Eren was his eyes. They were big on his face, staring at you wide-eyed with a pair of beautiful, cerulean eyes. His thick brows were furrowed, his lips pulled into a frown.

“Hi, Eren.”

You two were inseparable from that moment.

The two of you held hands on the first day of preschool, wailing loudly whenever the teacher tried to separate you two. Throughout elementary school, the two of you always chased each other on the playground. When you moved onto middle school, the two of you still hung out in between classes, occupying the same lunch table as you laughed loudly with your new friends Armin and Mikasa. High school was no different, even with the throes of puberty.

Eren hit his growth spurt during Christmas break of sophomore year. He had gone to Turkey to visit his mother’s family, and when you finally saw him on the first day back your mouth went dry. Eren had always been lanky, never quite fitting into his average height. Now he was well over six feet, shoulders broader and arms bigger as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“How was your break?”

His voice had dropped two octaves, now a deep, sultry tone. You had swallowed nervously, trying to pat the top of his head awkwardly.

“I guess the puberty fairy finally hit you,” you had said nervously.

This change caused a shift in your friendship. The two of you remained close, but there was now a sort of . . . tension in the air. Everyone teased the two of you, always asking when you would finally get together. You had always brushed it off, rolling your eyes as you bumped shoulders with Eren.

“Me? Dating Eren? Gross.”

The reality was you had been in love with him since the day you had started puberty. It was such a stereotype, you knew, but the hormones that were suddenly flooding your body had your eyes opening wide to Eren Jaeger. He was suddenly your dream guy, every little thing he did always being scrutinized by you. When you started high school, everything was ramped up to one hundred. The time you two spent alone had you nervous, wondering if he would finally wake up and realize you were the one for him. Whenever his hands brushed against you when you were walking home, or when he wrapped his arm around you when it was cold, you felt your heart beating so fast you were afraid it would burst out of your chest.

The two of you had gone to Prom together because, well, who else would you two go with? When he had pulled you close, his hands placed gently on your waist, you had fought the urge to kiss him. Instead, you placed your head on his chest, turning your head to peer up at him.

“I’m really happy right now,” you had murmured.

He had smiled in response, nuzzling his face against the top of your head.

“Me too.”

When you both decided to attend the same college, you figured maybe now would be the time for Eren to reciprocate your feelings. Unbeknownst to you, Eren had been in love with you since the day you had met. He had remembered your shy face, staring at him as he had tried to hide behind his mother’s legs. The two of you had the same interests and had countless playdates together. He had loved chasing you in elementary school, watching your hair flow behind you as you ran away. During middle school, he had taken note of the small changes you were going through - your face thinning out, your hips widening, and your chest slowly growing. When he hit his growth spurt in high school, he had been satisfied to see the look of surprise on your face upon seeing him. On Prom night, holding you in his arms, he realized he wanted to be by your side forever. With college approaching, he wondered if it would be worth the risk to tell you about his true feelings. What if you didn’t feel the same? What if you met someone else?

To bury his feelings, Eren began dating in college. And he dated. Eren Jaeger was known throughout your campus as a notorious playboy. He and Armin were roommates, but the poor blond was often kicked out so Eren could fool around. You always offered your room to Armin since you were rooming with Mikasa. Your heart always broke upon hearing him complain about the “girl of the week” and how a new one would be showing up next. It wasn’t uncommon to see Eren making out with girls at the parties you attended, his arm always wrapped around them tight before they sauntered off to hook up. You always watched it happen with sad eyes, taking a long swig of your drink in an effort to forget.

The two of you had drifted apart, and you each blamed school. The reality was that you didn’t have the heart to face Eren, and he was ashamed to see you. Every girl he slept with just wasn’t you, and he feared that he was in too deep to confess his feelings to you. You weren’t sure what your reaction would be if he began talking about his latest conquest, so you avoided him.

Meanwhile you remained single. You threw yourself into your studies, determined to graduate at the top of your class and get some sort of internship related to your major. When you weren’t in class, you were at the library or in a study room in your dorm. Eren always casually asked Mikasa if you were seeing anyone, to which she always replied with a frown and the same question.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

Eren didn’t want to know the answer.

The only time the two of you ever crossed paths consistently and talked was at parties. Eren was out every weekend, while you did once you got enough school work done. He wasn’t a lightweight per se, but he drank enough to the point that he was juuust drunk enough. When that happened he always stumbled over to you, pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I miss you,” he would murmur. “We used to be so close.”

“Yeah,” you would reply. “I know.”

You would always pat his back awkwardly, which would just prompt him to pull you closer. Your heart would beat faster, his familiar smell engulfing you and making your throat constrict. He would kiss your forehead, pushing your hair back to smile goofily down at you.

“Why don’t we get out of here?”

Every single time, a part of you would give in, but the sane part of you always took over. You would shake your head, trying to take a step back.

“You’re drunk, Eren.”

“So? I know what I’m doing.”

You would flush at the double entendre.

“No, Eren, it’s okay.”

A flash of hurt would cross his face before he would disentangle himself from you and go find another girl instead. You would watch as he found a girl, making out with her before disappearing. You would take a long swig of your drink, heartbroken and desperate to forget.

Freshman year ended uneventfully, and sophomore year of college came around. You continued to room with Mikasa while Eren remained with Armin. He seemed to get slightly serious, spending more time hitting the books instead of on girls. He began accompanying you and Armin to study sessions, and the two of you began falling back into your old patterns. He would hold your backpack for you as you walked and always made sure to bring your favorite drink before going to the library. When you got cold from the library AC, he would remove his sweater and give it to you, wrapping an arm around you to try and warm you up.

Armin would watch in amusement, quirking an eyebrow at the two of you.

“Jeez, get a room already.”

The both of you would flush, stuttering out denials before looking away and refusing to look at each other again. Armin would chuckle, placing his study materials out before reminding you two to do the same.

Movie nights were the same. You and Eren always cuddled up together, leading Mikasa and Armin to ask if they should leave to give you two privacy. This resulted in pillows being thrown at their heads, which they always dodged with a laugh.

Eren wasn’t seen with as many girls, and he focused on hanging out with you and the rest of your friends instead. He wouldn’t get as drunk but maintained a good level where he could enjoy himself. On the few occasions where he did get drunk he continued his prior actions of hugging you tightly and asking to go home with him. You were always so close now to saying yes, yes please Eren, take me home, but it just didn’t feel right.

You felt as if there was some weird back and forth with Eren now. When asked about his dating life, he would shrug and say he simply wasn’t as interested anymore. His attention had seemed to shift to you, and you felt as if you were kids again. You relished in his touches, always leaning subconsciously into him. You looked forward to movie nights, cuddling tightly into his side and inhaling his scent. Sometimes his hands would find yours under the blanket, interlacing your fingers and not letting go for the entire movie.

You were falling in love with him all over again.

The only person you talked to about this was Mikasa. She urged you to just tell him already.

“You don’t see the way he looks at you!”

“I don’t know, Mikasa,” you had sighed. “What if I just misread everything?”

“Then the both of you are really stupid.”

First semester of sophomore year came to an end, and your second semester began. You were finishing up your general education classes and were beginning to take classes for your major, which was taking up more of your time. Mikasa made sure to take you out when your stress levels got too high, dragging you by the arm away from your desk and into your shared bathroom.

“Go take a shower and make yourself look hot!”

Parties were now a part of your social schedule, and your tolerance for alcohol was now greatly established. You enjoyed yourself, laughing with your friends as you played beer pong or danced together. Eren always made sure to cling close, his hands always on some part of your skin as the night went on.

Your conversation with Mikasa still echoed in your head. You don’t see the way he looks at you! Anytime you were with Eren, you tried to catch him looking at you from the corner of your eye. It was during a St. Patrick’s Day party that you finally realized what Mikasa had meant. Eren’s eyes immediately softened upon seeing you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he stared at you. It was like the world slowed down for him when he looked at you, and you realized you needed to tell him how you felt before it was too late.

You were dreading the conversation, and you began to distance yourself from Eren out of fear. He had noticed, always looking for you whenever you were out but you always managed to slip away. It was the last party before Spring Break when he finally managed to catch you.

The nights were cool, the last chill of Winter finally behind you. You were on the patio of Jean’s house, leaning against the railing as you took in the sight of the college town below you. Sighing, you pressed your cheek against your hand as the muffled sound of the party behind you rang on. The door slid open, and you figured someone was coming out to smoke.

“Hey.”

Your heart dropped in your chest. You slowly turned your head to see Eren standing there, his hands tucked deep into his pockets.

“Hi.”

He slowly walked up to you, coming to stand beside you and lean against the railing too. It was silent for a moment as you both drank in the night.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just needed a moment,” you said, giving him a fake smile.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Why would you say that?” you frowned.

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I’ve just been busy,” you lied.

It was silent again, but you broke the silence this time.

“Are you okay? Why did you decide to come out?”

He hesitated before sighing, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck nervously.

“Um, I got into it with Hana. We’ve been trying to get back together, but it’s not going too well.”

You felt your heart shatter in your chest. Hana was the one girl that Eren seemed to always go back to, regardless of how many other girls he hooked up with. There was something about her that always drew him back, and you were usually told about the situation from him directly or through Armin.

“Is that right,” you mumbled.

“We’re not quite on the same page yet.”

Yet.

“Uh huh. Why do you think that is?”

You felt yourself going numb at your question. Damn you.

“Well, um, we’ve just been on and off for so long I don’t quite think we ever established what it is we wanted out of the relationship.”

“What do you want from her, Eren?”

He blinked, swiveling his head to look at you.

“What?”

“The question isn’t complicated.”

“I-I, I guess I don’t know.”

“So why are you wasting her time?”

He frowned, turning his body to face you.

“I like her. We get along really well. Sometimes I feel like I can’t stay away from her.”

Something snapped inside of you, and instead of confessing your feelings for him, the frustration of your will we won’t we relationship bubbled up to the surface.

“What the fuck are we doing, Eren?”

He began to blink rapidly, green eyes wide with confusion.

“What do you mean? We’re talking, I’m telling you about -”

“I don’t mean that,” you whispered. “I mean about us.”

The silence between you two was so thick you could cut it with a knife. He was at a loss for words, eyes slowly turning to look down at his feet. His silence spurred you on, hot, angry tears silently rolling down your face.

“I’ve been in love with you since the summer before sixth grade. I woke up one day and realized you are the only person I want to be with. I pined after you in middle school, and I hoped that things would change in high school.”

His gaze had lifted to meet your face, watching as more tears fell down your cheeks.

“I thought everyone teasing us would make you realize that I was the one for you. I waited for you to confess to me. When we went to Prom together, I almost confessed my love for you then. Instead, I chickened out and told you I was just happy. That was my way of confessing to you, Eren.”

He remained silent, letting you vent without interruptions.

“Then we came to college, and I lost you immediately. I lost you to all the girls you took to bed. It was like you weren’t the Eren I knew anymore. So I gave up. I threw myself into school and tried to forget you. But it was so hard when you were always making an effort to make out with them in front of me.”

Hurt immediately crossed his face at your words, but he continued to remain silent.

“But then you came back. It was like nothing had happened, and we were back like before college. I thought I finally had my chance. I even told Mikasa about this whole situation to see if this was all in my head. She encouraged me to confess to you, and I was going to soon.”

You stood up straight, sniffling as you angrily wiped at your tears.

“I can’t keep doing this anymore, Eren. I’m tired. My heart is tired. I have to either let you go or keep chasing after you, and I can’t do it anymore.”

Finally finished, you stared at him, your tears finally drying. Eren didn’t say anything, his face flickering through various emotions. You barked out a laugh, shaking your head as you pushed past him.

“Incredible. I’ve just opened my heart to you and you just don’t care. I should have known.”

“Wait -”

“It’s too late, Eren,” you said, voice flat. “Don’t bother coming after me.”

You didn’t wait for him to respond before going back into Jean’s house, squeezing through the throngs of party goers as you made your way outside to the front. The walk back to your dorm wasn’t too far, and it gave you time to clear your head and let the rest of your tears fall uninterrupted. You sobbed into your sleeve, shaking your head as Eren’s face as you had spoken playing repeatedly in your head.

By the time you got back to your dorm, you had dozens of missed calls and about fifty texts from Eren. You hadn’t bothered to open your texts, opting instead to leave him on delivered. His texts were all the same, asking you to call him back and apologizing for not saying anything to you sooner. You shut off your phone, crawling into bed and falling into a fitful sleep.

***

A week went by, but you refused to leave your bed.

Mikasa was worried about you, urging you to at least get up and eat a small meal, but you refused. You sent an email to your professors stating you were suffering from a stomach bug, and they insisted that you rest up and focus on your course work later. Most of the day was spent sleeping, only waking up to use the restroom and drink some water before going back to sleep. Mikasa begged Armin to stop by and try talking to you, but it made no difference. In between fits of sleep, you overheard them whispering whenever he stopped by about Eren and how he had “fucked up the whole situation”.

You had kept your phone off, knowing that Eren would keep trying to contact you. There had been one time where he had actually showed up at your door, but Mikasa had angrily sent him away.

“Haven’t you done enough damage?”

The following Sunday after the party, you finally pulled yourself out of bed. Mikasa had been out late, so she was asleep as you walked on shaky legs into the bathroom. You took a long, hot shower, taking your time to deep wash your hair and shave your entire body. The reflection in the mirror showed how hurt you looked, but you swore that you would never let anyone else break your heart the way that Eren had.

When you returned to your room, Mikasa was sitting up, rubbing her eyes as she let out a big yawn. She studied you silently for a minute before pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’ll treat us to breakfast. You should eat something small.”

She didn’t ask any questions while you ate, which you were thankful for. When you got back to your dorm, she braided your hair and pulled out her self-care kit. The day was spent pampering yourselves, and you felt ready and refreshed to throw yourself back into the semester.

You avoided parties on the weekends and opted to stay in watching Netflix. You were trying to do whatever you could to avoid Eren, and so far, you had been successful. When you weren’t studying, you were with Mikasa, Sasha, and Connie. Jean had begun hanging around, and the two of you began getting close. Eren had always started arguments whenever he was around Jean, so you had never been able to have a full conversation with him.

It didn’t take long before a spark developed between you two. He was funny, kind, and incredibly smart. The two of you began studying together, sitting quietly next to each other as you furiously poured over your work. He would treat you to dinner after, and the two of you spent the rest of the night laughing and creating inside jokes. His family came from the wealthier side of the town you had grown up in, but it meant that you would be able to see him once school was out.

The two of you officially began dating during Finals week. You were excited to spend the summer with him free of stress from school. Word got around quickly in your friend group, eventually getting to Eren. Things with Hana had quickly fallen apart, and he had spent the rest of the semester beating himself up for ruining things with you. He had tried to contact you non-stop, but Mikasa had told him it was for the best if he stopped.

“She’s moved on,” she had told him. “She’s left you behind.”

Upon hearing that you and Jean were together, Eren felt his heart break. He had been hoping the time apart would be healthy for you two, and he had hoped to try again with you at the start of junior year. Instead, he would have to settle with the fact that he had lost you forever.

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— twenty something + eren jaeger.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 30s, smut, fluff, virginity loss, soft sex, oral sex (f!recieving), established relationship, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 1K.

⭑ notes — hii my lurvs! i found this in my drafts and decided to finish it off! i think its cute okok <3!! enjoy! - m.list ✩

i feel like sex with eren is goofy. the first time he gets you into his bed, you’re giggling and pressing kisses to one another’s hairlines because you’ve knocked skulls while trying to kiss in the middle of frenzied shirts and kicked off sweat pants and his big eyes, in a colour that you can’t quite describe (are they grey? mixed with blue perhaps? or maybe a shade of green?), crinkle at the corner while he whines above you. “don’t laugh at me, i-i’m trying!” because your boyfriend, your first love, is a child at heart— he grew up too fast and eren gets to feel like a kid with you again— so you reach up and kiss him and tell him that he’s doing great so far.

the first time is clumsy of course, your legs are over his broad and tanned shoulders and eren’s trying so hard not to bust while slipping inside of you for the first time ever— poor baby hissing into your neck and kissing at your flesh to calm himself ( and you ) down because it feels so good and he knows that it hurts for you...just a little. fingers are laced together, squeezing every once and a while, tiny i love yous breathed hotly into skin and then when eren’s all the way in his emerald eyes look down at you with so much love, you know then that neither of you will last long.

and eren will hold you close, like no other. slipping inside of you with gentle thrusts as if you might break or fall to pieces if he’s too rough with you— asking quietly if you like the way it feels when your ankles hook around the small of his back or when you pout just a little bit with your eyes closed. “it feels good, eren. i love you,” comes your affirmation from between lips that bruised with loving kisses and the poor boy stutters and stumbles and almost loses it right there.

you’re both twenty something, out of college and eren is still asking you if you’re okay— seated in his lap on your tatty second hand couch— two broke graduates who need to feel each other more than anything to get rid of the days stressors. you don’t need to verbalise how shitty your day was, because he knows already… he saw it from the moment you stepped into your shitty apartment with the creaky walls and leaky taps. he knows you. 

and eren, like always, asks if you’re okay before you take him— throbbing cock between your sore thighs, bobbing at your entrance until you nod and sink down on him. he doesn’t care that you use him for pleasure, to let the ecstasy burn away at your stresses— because eren loves you oh so much, he has to tell you every time your hips lift from his and every second it takes for you to slam back down after. bodies that know each other’s symphonies off by heart work together like a pianist and their fingers against the keys. every touch, he knows just where to put it and every kiss he knows just where to place it. every thrust, eren makes sure it hits all the right spots inside of your tight little hole to make your head flop back and thighs quiver as you make love and lewd noises into the deep night.

twenty something years later, eren’s giving you the life he promised on your wedding day— there’s kids that sleep down the hall, one in their crib and the others in their respective bedrooms. there’s a school run early in the morning but eren’s as insatiable as can be. no matter how much time has passed, there’s still an undying flame that flickers between yourself and the man with the muddled coloured but pretty eyes and soft brown hair. eren jaeger loves you all the same, makes love to you all the same— sinking into silk sheets gifted to you on your wedding night and between your thighs to lap and suck at your sex like a starved man.

your taste is a blessing to him every time, a flavour he could never grow tired of having spread across his tongue. to eren jaeger, his little corner of heaven is right between your thighs—he could be shackled her, banished to your pretty sex that flutters for him, for all of eternity if he didn’t love every other part of you too. like your cherry-bitten lips, kitten like mewls, the curves that came with ageing and maturing together. your body is a temple, it’s given eren so much, and he’s just a man who worships you. slides his tongue over your slippery sex and devours you with everything he has to offer— your fingers find him in the soiled sheets, hips chasing his face, rutting into it with the desperation for more and like always eren says.

“i love you baby, you okay?” 

and even twenty something years later, it still makes your heart flutter with love.

you nod, just as bashful as you were the first time you made love to eren jaeger. only this time you have his last name, only this time your wedding bands glint on your ring finger as you take control and take hold of your husband’s throbbing cock, thumbing at his slit until he’s putty beneath you. eren’s cheeks flush red, his lips parting in a soft ‘o’ and he looks up at you like you’re worth the entire world and then some.

“i love you, eren.” you tell him like it’s official word, straddling his lap — rolling your hips over his cock sensually and in the way that he likes. calloused fingertips that would never dare to hurt you sink into your fatty hips with stretch marks gifted to you by your children. he tries not to moan and cry out for the love of his life, the mother of his children. it’s so cute. and you slip your hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. “i always will.” 

he whimpers behind your hand as you lean down to kiss him over it — never breaking eye contact. 

twenty something years later you’re both hopeless romantics, extremely in love and will be forever more.

[ikimonoeren]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 ‧ ₊˚

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. for @somelattes with love <3

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. none

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Eren is a jealous little boi heuheuheuheu

"Are you jealous?"

The question rang in his ears louder than the nocturnal creatures in the dead of the night. His left ear perching out involuntarily as if to continue listening to the next utterance that might've follow your faux cross examination. Eren felt the clamminess in his hands starting to grow while you awaited his answer. It was a valid question.

Was he jealous?

Was he jealous that you had chosen someone over him time and time again? Jean, Connie, Marco. The list could go on if he was being honest with himself.

He really never asked himself what that feeling brimming inside him was whenever you had heard something funny and looked over at Connie first. Or whenever you had an issues with your beat up Dodge D/W that was handed down to you by your father, Jean would be the first guy you'd call up.

Why not him? Why was he always the one who was asked to be chosen and not the chosen one by default? Why did he feel like he was second best? An option? Expendable?

The unexplanable feeling ruminating inside of him threatened to implode at any given moment. It was excurciating.

His once relaxed palms that rested behind him on the wooden porch has balled up into tight fists. "How could you even ask me that?"

You analyzed the way that his body had gone rigid. The way the vein in his temple had suddenly protuded and small droplet of sweat formed on his brow. His jaw ticked, and ticked and ticked.

"Of course I am, [name]." His fervent turquoise eyes met yours. Thick chestnut brows furrowed in frustration as he finally seemed to identify the source of his bitterness. You. It was you.

You had managed to play with his heart without him even recognizing it and he only had himself to blame, but in that moment he only felt discontentment toward you.

Albeit wrong, he felt that there was no one else to fall victim to his current resentment.

His words had electrified you. Eren was actually jealous?

If you were being honest with yourself it was only a gentle jab at him, but you had never expected him to fully admit to it. It didn't even seem real to you in that moment.

It was him. It was always him. If you had an ounce of courage, you'd have already admitted long ago that you would've chosen him over anyone else.

Of course, it would be awkward for you if you did. You didn't want to make it so evident that you had a raging crush on the kid you had grown up with. It felt embarrassing to dial up his number in times of need, so you resorted to members of the group that least likely make your blood pressure rise.

"Why are you smiling?" His face abruptly close to yours as he examined the delighted expression on your face. "Were you baiting me this whole time?"

You blinked. Head cocked to the side as your lips curled into a sweet smile. "No."

"No?" He breathed. The aroma of his cinnamon gum enticed you, urging you closer to him. You were eager to close the gap.

"No." You said firmly, shaking your head as you glanced at his lips that twitched in response.

His calloused hand cupped the right side of your cheek and you leaned into his touch. The sounds of the night seemed to grow louder as you felt your heart thrumming in your ears. "Tell me, [name]. Do you have feelings for me?"

He was impatient. He needed his answer and he needed it now.

"Obviously."

His fingers glided across your cheek to thread into your hair as he motioned lips to meet his in a hungry kiss. Your eyes widened as you gawked at his heavy lidded gaze. You felt entranced in that moment. A moment you had been waiting for since the day you had first discovered your underlying feelings for Eren.

His lips were warm and pillowy against yours and you felt the adrenaline coursing through your body. His kisses desperate and yearning as he tugged at your hair. A small moan escaped your lips as you yearned for his muscular physique and he parted them from yours. His stormy eyes cast down at you, almost annoyed with you.

His expression unreadable for a split second before he broke out into a lazy grin. He felt a sense of triumph.

He broke out into a fit of laughter as you swatted him away and he swiftly hoisted you onto his lap. You puffed your cheeks at him feeling embarrassment overcome you. You should've expected how unserious Eren could be.

He poked at your cheek. "Aw, don't be mad, Princess."

The nickname made the heat rise to your face. His lips pressed to your jaw causing your heart to flutter as he squeezed your form and rested his head on the slope of your shoulder. He inhaled you deeply. The soft smell of magnolia shampoo in your hair and the airy yet citrusy redolence of your perfume cascading into his senses. He was addicted to your scent.

His fingers gently brushed past the exposed side of your stomach and you shivered under his touch. You felt him smile against your shoulder as he faced you. Glimmering teal eyes taking you in. Any ill feelings had long dissipated.

You licked your lips as your glanced down at him. You leaned down to press a chaste, gentle kiss to his lips. The smile on his face grew in response.

You laughed. "Why are you smiling so hard for, idiot."

He didn't even skip a beat. "Because now I can make everyone else jealous."

You pressed your lips into a thin line and shifted your gaze to the night sky. His mirth loud in your ear clearly entertained by your frazzled expression. This had only fueled his desire to leave you flushed. His grasp on your hips tightened as he left a wake of kisses all over your face and neck. You were at his mercy as you scrambled to get away, though he knew you were loving every second of it as complaints turned into girlish giggles. He felt like he had won the lottery.

[laiiaaa]

STAY WITH ME — EREN JAEGER (0)

PROLOGUE —

series summary: Not too long ago, you met one of your biggest mistakes. You let Eren back in to help pick up the pieces, but you feel something—from the past, long scarred over—coming back to the surface.

chapter summary: Tensions between you and Jean tear another rift in the relationship, and it manages to make its way into one of the first conversations you've had with Eren in a long time.

length: 5.7k

contains: making out, heavy petting, allusions to substance use, angst, hurt/comfort, Jean being a dick (but that's what you're here for), Eren being stupid but he's trying (also what you're here for)

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It’s barely eleven o’clock in the morning when you feel him—the mistake you always crawl back to—moving in bed beside you, slowly waking you up.  Light spills through your open window, April nighttime air escaping as the sun peeks through, making you squint your eyes closed as you grab your phone off the nightstand.  

His arm pulls you back into bed to rest against his chest.  “Jean,” you sigh, trying to move out of his grasp.  Your chest is still bare, more exposed than you want to be, and your back is sore from last night.

He pulls you in tighter with his hands wrapped around your waist.  “Stay for just a bit longer.”  He places soft kisses against your shoulder.

“I have class at noon, you need to go.”  You can feel him nuzzling into your neck, trying to convince you to stay.

You’ve known him—maybe of him is a better term, only recognizing him by name and face through mutual friends—since the latter half of your freshman year of college, but it’s been nearly two years since then, with only a handful of months since you first hooked up with him. Connie warned you that night after pulling you away from the crowd. Knowing Jean far better than you could ever foresee, saying something along the lines of, He’s just gonna use you, and Be careful, he advised you, hesitantly, against it. You, of course, blinded by alcohol and maybe one too many hits of someone’s joint, didn’t listen—where’s the fun in that?  You only know now, hindsight clear, that maybe Connie was right.

How long is he going to keep doing this? Sleeping with you, staying the night, all for him to do the same with any other girl; he denies it when you ask, but you know it’s true.  At least, you think it’s true, you have no reason to think it isn’t, and your friends have never fully approved of the arrangement. You’ve seen what can be nothing other than the remnants of old hickies, the miscellaneous hair ties in his apartment, the notifications in late night hours that he ignores without even a glance. But, nothing is conclusive. Just speculatory.

“Your roommate isn’t even here,” he whines into your shoulder, a hand running over the curve of your waist.

“Ymir’s at Historia’s place, and she’s coming back soon.  I need to go, Jean.” You take his hand from your waist and leave a kiss, a last resort of comfort without going too far.

He breathes deeply, something akin to mischief assembling. “Hey, you wanna know something?”

You stop resisting for a moment.  “What?”  

You know he’s smiling behind you, relishing in the fact that you’ll always cave in for him.  Connie told you that would happen, too. He has a knack for getting into people’s heads, he said, Which can be good sometimes, but he’ll drive you insane.

He shuffles then, turning your body so that you lay on your back. “I think about you a lot,” he whispers, leaning his head on one hand as the other traces light circles along your stomach.

“Mhm?” You shut your eyes, avoiding eye contact.  “What about?” You can feel his gaze trailing down your face and body.

“I think about kissing you…” He traces his lips from your neck down to your shoulders. “And holding you…”  He grabs your chin and kisses you slowly on the lips. “And having you in my bed.”

His hand moves to brush along your waist again, inching closer to your breasts as he glances from your lips to your eyes.  Your head is spinning, soaking in that smell you’ve gotten so used to: a bit of citrus, a bit peppery, a bit of crisp, fresh linens.  In your stomach, the butterflies return, and heat courses through your body all over again.  He moves on top of you, placing his forearms beside your head, and you don’t stop him—less from a place of want than it is a place of compulsion, need.

“Yeah?”  Your heart beats out of your chest as he leans closer, still holding eye contact.  The butterflies etch more patterns into your stomach, arching your back into him while your hands tug at his biceps.

“I always think about you,” he whispers, his lips grazing yours.

He kisses your lips again, all slow how he knows you like it, and runs his hand down your waist, to your hip, where he grabs at the skin, pulling your body toward his as he pushes closer to you, where he needs you.  That hand snakes down to your thigh, where he pulls it to wrap around his waist, feeling wanted and satiated and fuck, he could stay like this for hours, just touching you, feeling you, being needed by you.  You wrap the other leg around him, bringing him closer, and he groans into your mouth as he grinds against you, sending you back into a daze with the frenzied butterflies.

He pulls back for a moment, leaving the two of you breathless, soaking in your swollen lips and lusty eyes. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, glancing over your face once more before taking one hand gently around your neck and peppering kisses to your jaw.

The praise goes straight between your legs, urging you to initiate the kiss, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pulling him back down, full of lust and neediness and no trace of regret when you pull another groan from his throat with a slight tug of his hair.

He kisses you faster now, rushed, just how he likes it, and he works his way down your jaw, your neck, then your collarbone with openmouthed kisses.  You know he won’t even try leaving hickies, but you can’t deny that it would make you feel wanted, having his marks on you, as if it were a silent confession of his prolonged desire, a deeper need for you and you alone. 

He trails his lips between your breasts, leaving feather-light kisses on his way down toward your navel, breaths chilling the skin in his wake.  “You’re so pretty like this,” he says, pausing for a moment to look back up at you, “All worked up before I even touch you.”  He leans over your face again and gives you another kiss, much slower, as if to keep you keening.

“Wait, Jean,” you put your hands on his chest, breathing heavily.  “We should stop and pick this up later, yeah?” You kiss him gently again, and your brows furrow together, just slightly—hopeful, you think—as you gauge his reaction.

He sits up and away from your arms, out of reach, breaking the trance you were in. “Are you sure?” A hand cards through his hair, and you wish it were yours.

You scan over his face, searching for a glimpse of the Jean you felt just minutes ago—the one who wants you, the one who begs for you to stay in bed by giving you kisses and half-confessions.  You slowly nod your head, sitting up after him and placing a hand on his thigh. “Yeah, I need to get ready for class, and Ymir’s probably coming soon. We can hang out later though…?”

The lust in his eyes dies out, sobering himself up, and he moves off of the bed while you sit on your heels.  “Seriously?”  He doesn’t wait for an answer.  He grabs his clothes from the floor, quickly getting dressed, and throws you last night’s shirt.  “You were never like this before, y’know, kicking me out for stupid reasons.”

“What?  Jean, I have class—I’m not doing this for a stupid reason.” You stand up, putting your shirt on. “I told you that I’ve been skipping because of you, even though I pay to be here—” You pause, dressed now and letting frustration—the better part of your rationale—get the best of you for once. 

“I also pay to be here, but you don’t see me getting all worked up about a stupid class—”

“Jean, it’s just not the same. Not everyone’s a trust fund baby who can let their grades tank and get picked back up with Daddy’s donations.”  

He’s still shirtless, and his pants are still taught. “That’s what this is about? Money?” His hands are fidgeting again—an angry habit of his that you noticed weeks ago—and he starts to laugh, full of incredulity. “Are you seriously starting a fight over just a few grand that you might waste?”

“Just a few grand?—That’s not even my point—look, I’m here on scholarship and you know that, I—” You huff and sit back down, calming yourself in spite of the argument’s futility. “I haven’t been on top of my work recently—because of you—and finals are coming up. I need to at least go to a class here and there, or I risk my grades and a lot of money.”

He slips his shoes back on as you speak and pockets his phone, wallet, and keys. “So it is about money.” It’s his turn for a sigh, and he walks to the door to put distance between the two of you. “I get that you want to succeed and…I don’t know, whatever you call it to make it sound important. We all have our problems, right?”

You stare back at him, silent and leaning towards shocked. Teardrops form at the corner of your eyes with a stinging pain in your nose that you fight back to save face.

“Look, I get it. I’ll give you some space then.” He opens the door, still facing you as he leaves you with his final words. “Just gimme a call when you’re done with this mood you’re in.” He turns to find Ymir in the doorway, gives her a quick Nice to see you with what you can hear is a jolly ol’ smile, then walks away. You have nothing left in you to convince you to follow after him.

Ymir stands at the door with a look of sympathy written in her expression. Did she hear all of it? She walks into the dorm carefully, placing her bag on the desk after shutting the door.  “You okay?”

Oh, what a complicated question. Should you have expected this? Yes. Did you get warnings about his duplicity, his charm, the ease with which he could make you swoon? Yes. Still, did knowing this much keep you safe from it? No—and in all that intelligence he praises you for in his softest moments, you can’t figure out why or what it is that keeps you going back.

You wish you could talk to Ymir, give her a dissertation on what it means to be trapped like this, ask her how she knew Historia was the one, how to let go of someone who just doesn’t get you no matter how hard you try to explain, but the thirty minutes you have before class starts is unforgiving. “Yeah, I’m good. I have class at noon, so...I’m gonna go shower.”  You grab everything you need for the bathroom and move towards the door with your towel in hand.

“Wait,” Ymir stops you at the door, “Connie and I are having lunch somewhere nice today, wanna come with?”

“Uh, I don’t think so, I’m not feeling well.”  

You close the door behind you before she can reply, holding back tears only a moment longer and walking into the bathroom. You let the steam surround your mind and muscles, lulling you into a confused state of agitation and relaxation.  The water cascades down your body and falls onto the shower floor, down the drain with your tears.  

Why are you even crying?  You knew what it was you were getting into, even laughing about it a few times with Ymir before the first time your lips locked. Can you really stand here and convince yourself that you’ve been defenseless all along, that you haven’t been playing into his games, toeing the line between responsibility and the thrill?  Maybe you’re crying because you actually have feelings for Jean, or maybe you just want him to want you, or maybe you know that he’ll just never be enough for you—that he can never fill that hole left within you after someone else.

Your phone buzzes.  You pick it up, checking the time and the text message from Connie.

Connie 11:34am Ymir told me about some fight?...you okay?

< 11:35am Yeah! it wasn’t that big a deal :)

Connie 11:35am Do you want me to say anything to him?

< 11:35am No it’s fine

Connie 11:36am Are you sure?? Ik he’s my friend but I also know he’s a dick 

< 11:36am Yes I’m sure!!! I promise it wasn’t like that

Connie 11:37am … fine … I’m seeing you later right?

< 11:37am Probably not, sorry

Connie 11:37am Oh okay You’ll text me if you need tho?

< 11:38am yeah have fun w Ymir!

You turn your phone off and finish washing your body as fast as possible, knowing you have to be at class soon, sniffling and patting at your tear-ridden eyes all the while.  Ymir’s nowhere to be found when you return, and you silently thank her for the solitude as a way to avoid the embarrassment of fighting with Jean yet again.

Naturally, you cannot concentrate during your lecture, for all that it’s worth (which is little more than an argument, you figure).  For months, Jean has been all you’ve had.  You didn’t hook up with anyone else (you told yourself you just didn’t have the time for anyone else, but that evidently isn’t true), you always let him stay over, you trekked over to his apartment at every beck and call, and you almost always texted first—unless, of course, it was late at night and he was high, or drunk, or just desperate to get his dick wet.  

You two officially met at a New Year’s Eve party, despite knowing of one another for over a year before then—the host’s name unimportant to you and your drinking habits—and Connie kickstarted the introduction.  Thanks to multiple shots of tequila, you hit it off effortlessly, due in part to Jean’s very obvious and very frequent flirting and partial pandering to some secluded desire to be wanted, listened to, and cared for.  People got busy, he offered to get you out of there, and you know how the rest goes: heated kisses, hair pulling, soreness in your inner thighs the morning after, hungover recollections mixed with regrets.

Luckily—or, truthfully, unluckily—for you, your friends were so kind as to give him your number.  I’m surprised you never got it before, they jested, What, with the way you two clicked. You met up with him a few times here and there, hanging out, going out to eat, then falling back into bed all over again.  And it really did seem to click. Sure, nothing was ever declared official or exclusive, but who were you to complain, or ask questions? A click does not necessarily lend itself to a welding of souls.

And yet, he was your lifeline; your short break from the monotony of studying, and writing, and creating; a salvation of sorts from a past rockier than you’d hoped.

After everything, you’d never thought he would meet your concerns with such…nonchalance?—misguided apathy?—blatant ignorance, maybe?  

Maybe, you don’t know him as well as you think you do.

“Hey, [Name], you okay?”

You lift your head up at the familiar voice.  “Oh, hey Eren.”  You check the time, and the lecture is already over.  You know you’ll regret not paying attention, yet, like the usual situation as of late, it remains as the last thing on your mind.

“Is everything okay with you?  Looks like you just got dumped.”  He looks down at you with his bag slung over his shoulder, his hair in a messy bun and brows drawn together only slightly with concern. 

You stand up from your seat and shove everything back in your bag.  You check your phone again, hoping for a text from Jean. Nil. A sigh escapes you, though a little more upset than intended. “Something like that…? I don’t know—”

“Oh, shit, sorry I asked—” He blushes, clearly uncomfortable with your response, and a hand shoots to the nape of his neck.

You lend him a subtle smile as you head out of the lecture hall. “No, no, it’s fine.  You probably would’ve heard about it eventually.  Just, y’know, don’t tell anyone please?”  

He smiles sheepishly at that, almost as if it were an accomplishment to know something about you that others don’t. “Safe with me,” he says, tucking his hands into his pockets.

When you walk out of the building, you’re met with the same breeze that passed through your window in the late morning; it cools your skin and seems to calm the jumpy nerves you can’t shake now that you’re talking to Eren—alone, for the first time in who knows how long (five months, but who’s counting?).

“How have you been?  It’s been a while since we’ve hung out and really, I don’t know, talked?” he says, a nervous laugh tracing his words as he trails slightly behind you.

“Sorry, I’ve just been busy with my writing and research and everything.”  You don’t even try to hide the way you’re glancing at him so often. He looks good like this, you realize, with a breeze flowing through his hair, his smile on display, that long-sleeve pushed up just perfectly to hug his forearms, jeans hanging low at his waist; you stifle that thought down quick. “Turns out trying to get two degrees is a bit more work than one. I haven’t meant to ignore you, if that’s what you’re worried about—” you stop yourself, feeling his gaze come down a bit too hard—“What?” you ask, knowing you did, in fact, just lie to him: you did mean to ignore him, after all, and you’ve spent months, now clearly in vain, trying to get it to stick.

“Nothing, nothing,” he says, waving you off. “It’s just, I’ll never understand how you’re so smart. All this time you’ve always been miles ahead.” He smiles. “Even in highschool you were always a nerd. Oh! Remember in Calculus, junior year, it was just you and me in the front—”

“Yes, Eren, I remember quite vividly.” You head in the direction of your dorm, the opposite direction from where you know he always parks, yet he follows anyway, a sucker for nostalgia.

“Right, you were there. And it was just us, because Armin and Mikasa were in the earlier period, and Walbrunn absolutely hated us—”

“He hated you, don’t try to pull me into that. He liked me because I got hundreds on half his papers and nineties on the rest.” You laugh to yourself as he huffs. 

“I got straight A’s, too, you were just a teacher’s pet. He hated me because he wanted me to fail, but I never did.”

“Yeah, because I would teach you the material after you tried distracting me for the whole period. Even then, you were cutting it real close on the final.”

“Let’s just let bygones be bygones, yeah? What were we even talking about before? You got me off track.” A small frown curves his lips. 

You turn another corner, and he has to know by now the destination.

“Oh, that’s right, I was asking you about you. Hey,” he stops walking and casts a hand, gently, to your elbow. You can’t remember the last time he touched you like this: casual, absentminded, reflexive. He stops to face you with his back toward the sun, keeping your eyes out of its light, and his hair stays mussed from the breeze. “Is now a good time for catching up? Or are you busy?”

“Is this you inviting yourself back into my dorm?” you ask, now that it’s nearly guaranteed that he’s blindly following you. “You missed your parking getaway a solid minute ago.”

He pauses for a moment. “Oh, well—” he turns, brings a hand to his browbone, and turns back around with a huff and that beautiful smile you can’t seem to forget—“Looks like I did. Got distracted by your company I guess.”

Without thinking, you smile at his teasing. “You can come with me to my dorm if you want, but I have to pack some stuff away to bring home.”

“Leaving so soon?” He continues following the path to your dorm as you turn and start walking again. “Still some weeks left.”

“Nothing like that, just dropping things off that I don’t really need anymore—books I haven’t touched, clothes I haven’t worn, nothing crazy, y’know?”

He only hums in response.

“What?” you ask, nervous that you’ve misspoken, or hit a nerve of his.

He hesitates. “It’s nothing, I just thought you’d be moving into your own place by now—not that I’m, like, judging you or anything for not taking that step, I just—I don’t know, we haven’t talked in a while, I kinda jumped to my own conclusions.”

A silence marked by footsteps on the pavement hangs between the two of you—one two, one two, one two, you count, body thrumming with questions. Has he been thinking about you? Has he been asking your friends about you? Why hasn’t he been hanging out with the group anymore?—Mikasa and Armin have kept mentioning him, and you know he’s around, yet he never appears to be around you. Why? Why is he avoiding you? Why couldn’t he have reached out? Why isn’t he your best friend anymore? Why did everything have to change? And somewhere, hidden and dispersed within the rest, lies the question: why couldn’t he have wanted you as deeply as you’d longed for him?

The reality is, you can't find nor spare the energy anymore, being mad at him, getting caught up on the little things. There comes a point when it hits you—that the benefit of the doubt has never fallen in your favor, that hopefulness is just naivety at its core.

You sigh, then—only after walking into your dorm building and unlocking the door to the stairwell—and you know he wins again this time around because of it. “I’ve been trying, sort of, to figure it out. It’s one of things I know I should be prioritizing, but it just keeps falling to the bottom of my list, y’know?” You shrug and give him a pity laugh.

He pads up the stairs behind you, one landing after another. “I get it. Took me a while to finally do it, and then once I did…I don’t know, it all just came together, and I never really thought about it again—until, y’know, paying the bills,” he laughs, runnings his hands through his terrible, stupid hair, and your heart stings, how you’ve missed this: a silent battle of maturity between the two of you, his subpar sympathy you know he’s trying so hard to improve, his inexperience when it comes to anything serious.

And the two of you giggle together as you always did months ago, letting banter flow between you, until you open your door, and you’re stuck thinking Holy shit, he’s here, he’s here and Jean was just here this morning, and he’s going to know, and then he’ll say something, and—

“Been a while since I’ve been here,” he says, taking off his shoes. “Looks pretty much the same, which is good.” Taking a seat on your unmade bed, he doesn’t notice Jean’s sweatshirt—which you could’ve sworn he’d taken with him this morning—among the disheveled sheets and pillows.

“Were you expecting it to look any different?” 

“Hey,” he lifts his hands in defense, “I don’t know what to expect when it comes to you and Ymir.” He shuffles on the bed, uncomfortable, you think, until he stands up altogether, murmurs something along the lines of This much I expected and Why’s it so messy? with a chuckle, and before you know it and before you can protest, he’s making your bed for you—unruly, disorganized, almost-pseudo-anti-establishment Eren of all people, making your bed—and unearths that forbidden sweatshirt.

A pit opens in your gut before he even inspects the damn thing. And why wouldn’t it? There are a million reasons why it would be there, none of them particularly enticing to explain to Eren at the moment. Still, Jean was never an entirely clandestine lover to begin with; why try hiding it now?

Eren pinches it by the hood and holds it at an arm’s length, brow furrowed as he inspects the material. “This yours?” Accusation outlines his words. You stutter out an explanation—No, someone must have left it here?—as he eyes you warily, lifting it to his nose as quick as he pulls it away, wincing. “Jesus Christ—is this Jean’s?”

“How did you—you know Jean’s scent?” It’s only after the words slip off your tongue that you realize you’ve come off far too defensive to be innocent. Well, fuck. No backtracking now, you think; it would’ve come to this eventually.

He laughs at you, and you can’t decipher the origin of that pang in your chest and the stinging pain in your eyes, whether it’s the ridicule alone or the confrontation itself. “No,” he smiles, not an ounce of malice or disappointment laced in his voice. If you knew any better you might hear sympathy marking his features as he casts the hoodie back on your bed. “I just don’t know anyone who smokes that much. I mean, you know me, but damn. You let him leave that here?”

His giggling and offhanded comments end up muffled when they reach you. Frozen you stand, anxiety creeping its way up your spine—and for what? A little scare? A joke from Eren, someone you grew up with? Or, this wasn’t at all what you expected: not the part where Jean’s sweatshirt stayed behind from a lustless argument, nor the part where Eren found it and called you on it, nor the part where Eren didn’t even second guess why it might be in your dorm.

And before you can try to stop it, the tears fall, and you press them away with the hem of your sleeve, pressing and pressing and praying that they could just evaporate on command, because how much more embarrassed do you really need to be today? You turn your back to Eren, distracting yourself with the mess on your desk while he rambles on about something or other—some story about Armin getting stoned and greening out, you think, but it doesn’t matter by the time Eren grazes his fingertips by your shoulder and calls out your name.

He pushes you, gently, to get you turning back around, letting his hand linger on your shoulder. “Hey, what’s wrong—”

“Nothing, it’s nothing—” you push his hand away, and he takes a step back— “I don’t even know why—” you laugh, drying off those last few tears as you look up at him. 

Brows furrowed together, hands hovering out to you, as if he can’t decide whether he can touch you—crazy to think that’s something up for debate—he tries to understand: “Was it—did I say something—?” He doesn’t let another sniffle come through you before he asks again, “Is it something with Jean?”

You’re pathetic, unable to answer; he knows you, though, and he knows that is the answer. He softens a bit, knowing the issue is out of his control and that there is little he can do.

“I knew…” he starts, sighing with a seat back on your bed, his hands loosely woven together between his knees. “I knew you guys were a thing for a while, ‘cause word spreads, but…but I didn’t know if it was serious or anything…”

“Well, it’s not, for starters.” You resign yourself to sitting next to him, and you think it might be the closest you’ve gone to touching him since everything fell apart. You can’t even spare him a glance, choosing instead to stare at the wall. “Or, it wasn’t—it’s kind of over, if it even started, and it’s stupid that I’m so upset about it.”

He seems to accept the no eye contact memo, staring across the room to Ymir’s bed with you. “He the reason you were so zoned out today?”

“Yep. Stupid, like I said.” You smile to yourself, and a few stray tears fall down from the stretch.

“It’s not stupid, everyone has someone they’re stuck on. Happens to the best of us.”

You snicker at that, “Well, given everything that’s happened, I’m definitely not the best of us—”

“Oh come on, don’t be like that,” he says, breaking that memo he silently pledged to, looking at you and your half-hearted smile pointed at twiddling thumbs. “As weird as it is to say, I am friends with Jean in a way.” He turns back to the wall. “I mean, he’s a good looking guy, and he could probably out-smoke me now that I think about it, even though that’s embarrassing to admit. And he’s really rich—fucking…fucking loaded, that prick—and he’s the type of guy you can always have some fun with, but the thing about that is you can get used to it, y’know?—”

“Eren?” you interrupt, bringing your head back up to stare at the wall again. 

“Yes?” He snaps out of the fit of rambling he fell into and his gaze fixes itself to your side profile: the bat of your eyelashes, wet with tears; the smooth, soft curve of your lips; the almost-dimple on your cheek that he used to kiss with morning breath. 

You turn to face him, caught off guard by unexpected eye contact. You break it, of course, looking instead to where his hands press dents into the mattress. “You’re not very good at the whole consoling thing,” you say, before glancing back up to his face, smiling as a manner of saying I’m okay.

He gives back that sweet, addicting laughter you’d gone so long without and drops his head until his chin meets his chest. He really has grown up, you think, into a man. No more is that naive, juvenile little boy you once knew, for in his smile you see something genuine, and maybe a little more. Maybe he’s changed these past few months, in which you knew only the periphery of his life and tried moving on in your own. 

And maybe he’s found someone else, someone new, who will want only what he gives, and nothing more. Maybe they’ll take the twilight conversations under the covers, the sleepy kisses between stretches at dawn, the joints over breakfast while clad in barely enough clothing, and they’ll think better of it than to be swooned. And you’d applaud them for doing so, for being free-spirited and open and grateful, for that alone, and you’d be happy for Eren, for finding someone who fits that niche of his like you never could.

“Yeah, that seems to be the trend. Sorry, I suck at this kinda stuff.” He soaks in that sappy, tear-ridden smile on your face, and without thinking he reaches a hand to your cheek, so gentle it’s barely there until he wipes at yet another tear from the corner of your eye. 

“It’s okay.” It’s okay now, you think, but what about those countless times before? What about when you needed him, needed him to say or give you something, and he couldn’t give much more than his silence?

He huffs, glancing at you more seriously than before. A thought churns in his mind, and you can tell he’s chewing on the words before spitting them out.

“You don’t have to say anything and be all sympathy-like.”

“I know,” he says, and for a moment you almost think he could mean it. “But you’re my friend, and you’re sad, so it’s kind of my job right now—” And in the midst of his kindness, his phone starts ringing in his back pocket. He glances at the caller ID, rolls his eyes while muttering This little shit, and looks to you before picking up.

“Hello?” he answers. Floch, he mouths. “Yeah, I—huh? Hold on.” He covers the mic on his phone, holds it to his shoulder. 

You can read the look on his face before he speaks: furrowed brow, pout, regret in his eyes. “You’re leaving?”

He sighs. “He says someone in the lab fucked up, took our samples by accident. I don’t want to go—”

“It’s okay.” It’s not like you’ve never done this before.

He hesitates, but lifts the phone back to his ear. “Okay, yeah. I’ll be right there…” You watch his expression turn apologetic, to confused, to annoyed in the short moments Floch responds. “What? No—no, fuck off. I’m hanging up.” And he does exactly that, a little more irritated than expected.

“Everything okay?”

He sighs, standing up from your bed. “Yeah, he’s—he’s just—well, you know how he is.”

You lend him a smile as if to say, I understand. “I’ll leave you to it, then…”

Hovering by the door, boyish again, he wrings his hands. “This was nice, catching up.”

You were thinking the same, but you weren’t going to say it—is that even allowed at this stage? What stage is this, anyway? There’s a mess of the past and the present, of your life before and after Eren, of who you were in those times, but somehow all your thoughts turn into a tangled string of words and all you manage to say is, “Yeah,” with a sorry excuse for a smile twisted in its wake.

“I’ll see you later, then?” he asks, opening the door. He waits for another nod of your head—you couldn’t even speak a proper response—before leaving with a soft and abbreviated wave goodbye, a pitiful smile curving the very end of his lips. You can’t help but remember when you could taste them before falling asleep.

The last reminders of his presence: thud of the door, thumthumthum of steps down the hall, latch click of a stairwell opening. And, of course, that deep, looming pressure bubbling in your gut, and that fire burning in your chest coming back for more. Maybe they never went away to begin with.

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[kingkonoha]

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊, and when he returns home after a long day of being away from you, your pouty boyfriend sees you laying on the couch and instantly falls on top of you. He lays his entire body across yours as if he weighs nothing.

“Eren, get off of me,” you whine, attempting to wiggle around, but it was pointless.

“I missed you,” he mumbles against your skin, “it’s been a long day.”

Grabbing your arms, he places them around himself, making you hug him as he pouted a bit — because you weren’t moving quick enough.

“You’re a big baby,” you tease, soothingly gliding your hand along his back.

“I don’t care. I’m not moving. Hope you don’t gotta pee anytime soon,” closing his eyes, he sighs with contentment.

“Did you really miss me all day long?” You ask with a smile, although he couldn’t see it.

“Yeah,” he says. “It’s your fault. You’re so goddamn amazing that I can’t even go to the grocery store without missing you. It kinda pisses me off.”

Stroking his long brown hair, your smile widens.

“You’re amazing too, even when you’re being annoying as hell.”

“Hush,” he says softly.

At first, you thought he was silencing you because of your response, but when you glance down, noticing the way his head was resting against your chest, he had his ear pressed against you, as he was listening to your heartbeat.

He grins softly, simply thinking about how much he loves you as he starts to drift off to sleep.

[ellakaiser]

𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫!𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧

𝐏𝐭. 𝟐 (Pt. 1 | Pt. 3)

Boy next door!Eren who you have been spending more time with lately, either studying at his house or yours.

Though, neither of you really needed to study…

Boy next door!Eren who just loved listening to you talk. Even if it was just about the assignment.

“Eren? Are you listening to me?” You scold him. “Yes gorgeous. Every word.” Gosh, he makes you melt.

“What’s your favorite color?” He asks out of the blue. You raised a brow at him, “I’d say black, since it goes with everything, but I have more pink things. So I guess either one of those. Why?” He shrugs, “Just wanna get to know my pretty neighbor more.”

Boy next door!Eren who barges through your front door with a baseball bat when he hears you scream and the sound of glass breaking all the way from next door. Nuh uh. Ain’t body touching his girl!

“Oh Eren, thank god!” You were standing on your kitchen counter, sobbing. “Where is he baby?” You frown, “Who?” “Oh… I just thought-“ He sets his bat down. “Never mind, what’s wrong?” He walks over to you. “Th-there’s a big ass spider over there…” You said through sniffles, pointing over to where you last saw the spider on the floor. He blinks up at you in slight disbelief. Could you be any cuter? “Eren please! I feel like it’s on me!” “Okay okay don’t worry, I’m on it.”

Wait, did he just call you “baby” ?

Boy next door!Eren who you have right where you wanted him. There wasn’t really a spider. You just wanted to see how far he’d go for you.

…Dramatic!Y/n 🫠

But thankfully, he really did find a random spider and got rid of it for you.

“Shit, you stepped on some of the glass. Here, lemme see…” The glass cup falling and breaking wasn’t actually part of your plan, but hey, whatever works right? “Oh…” He helped you shift positions so that you were now sitting on the edge of the counter, and went to get the first aid kit in your medicine cabinet. He knelt down and examined the cut on your foot, then expertly cleaned and bandaged it. “There.” This was more than you bargained for. “Are you okay?” He looks up at you; his little rubs on your leg sparking a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. You bite your bottom lip, “I am now, thank you…” He stands up and takes a step closer between your legs, his gaze going from your eyes to your lips. He reaches his hand up and cups your face, his thumb gently pulling your bottom lip free, “Glad I could help…”

Boy next door!Eren who’s secretly having fun with your guy’s little back and forth games. That spider was small as hell. But he really was worried for a moment, thinking someone had broken into your house or something. He’s never jumped into action so fucking fast.

Boy next door!Eren who’s grown to crave you. Your presence. Your voice. Your laugh. Your smile. Your warmth. Hell, even your lame jokes. He can’t go a day without talking to you or seeing you. Thank goodness he was your neighbor. He could just… take a quick peek through your kitchen window again… if he was that desperate to see you… 🫣

Boy next door!Eren who you know does this. You can’t be mad. Because, well, you do it too. Why couldn’t you guys just text each other and ask to hangout like normal adults???

Why? Because that’d be no fun. You loved seeing hottie!Eren turn into desperate!Eren.

Boy next door!Eren who leaves you an anonymous little gift on your doorstep. You came home one afternoon to a medium sized baby pink box, sealed closed with a velvety black ribbon. You brought it inside the house and placed it on the coffee table. Hitch confirms, via text, that she was indeed not expecting anything. Neither were you, sooo? Curious, you opened it, undoing the ribbon and letting it fall on the carpet.

“A pretty new set, for a pretty girl.” The card said. In the box lies a pink see-through lingerie set from none other than Victoria’s Secret.

You quickly put all the pieces together.

What did he really expect to come of this? Did he honestly expect you to put on a show for him?

If it were anybody else… this would be considered creepy and perverted.

Good thing you’re into that shit!

Boy next door!Eren who wakes up that Saturday morning, and grabs an energy drink from his fridge. He opens the can over the sink, and as he tilts his head slightly back to drink, he sees you through your kitchen window. This time, your thin curtains were already pulled back. There you stood, bent over your counter in the lingerie set he got you, casually sipping on your coffee.

Ohhhhhhhhhh you’re a fuckin demon disguised as an angel!

He looks around to make sure Armin and Jean weren’t up yet…

because he surely was.

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[k4tsukiis]

JUNGLE BABY ꨄ

JUNGLE! EREN X FEM READER

summary: jungle bf takes your virginity <3

genre: smut

wc: 540

authors note: this was a random ass dream i had monthsss ago but there wasn’t really a face to this boy 😩 i just remember he was literally tarzan but blond so i just did my daddy eren 🥰

you had done many sexual acts before so this wasn’t your first. but today was the day you would lose your virginity.

he laid you down on the bamboo couch that he’d made with his dad when he was younger. you were childhood friends before you left back home for your skiing hobby.

his long, slender fingers pumped into you as your tongues entwined, moaning in between each kiss. he played with your clit, rubbing in slow circles and occasionally slapping the bean, which made you gasp. the cool air mixed with the pressure of the slap made your toes curl, and his mouth curl into a smirk.

he started to unbuckle his pants and slid down his boxers. his dick sprung up and slapped his torso, making your eyes widen. yeah, you’ve given him head many times before, but his dick was so pretty it amazed you every time.

his mushroom tip was pretty n pink, he had a few slight veins popping out of his shaft. his hand glossed in precum from pumping his dick in his fist, preparing to fuck you.

“e, i need to tell you something,” you whispered in his ear.

“what happened?” He whispered back, slowing down his jerks.

“it’s my first time…” you said softly.

“oh really?” he responded sarcastically.

“‘mhmm” you mumbled.

“do you see anyone else in this jungle? it’s just me n you, this is my first time too.”

your eyes were glossy from not being touched. You were shocked knowing that he hadn’t lost his virginity yet. he was beautifully built and smart and he just had so much more to offer.

“silly little girl,” he chuckled. “don’t worry, i‘ll be gentle.” he jerked a little more until his junk was hard and wet, “you ready?”

“mhmm.”

“say it,” he said sternly. he wanted to make sure you wanted this too, and not just because he wanted to.

“i need you, ‘ren. please fuck me.”

“as you wish.”

he started to inch into your wet cunt, gasps coming from both of you filled the air. you held onto the tight muscles that bulged out on his arm.

“fuck you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out. “wanna paint you with my cum.” he started to stroke into you, starting off slow, trying to not hurt you.

you bit down on your lip to help with the pain of being stretched out. you covered your mouth with your hand, trying to suppress your moans.

“stop doing that, i wanna hear you, princess.” he grabbed your wrist and pinned it down next to you.

blood trickled down onto his dick and he noticed. he placed his head in the crook of your shoulder and whispered, “fuck baby you’re bleeding, wanna clean up now or later?”, in your ear.

“later, wanna feel you rig’ now”

he peppered kisses against your jaw leading down to your neck. he sucked and licked behind your ear until a hickey was left.

he started pumping into much faster with more force, the bamboo underneath you started to move.

“fuck, baby you’re perfect. i love you.” he hitched. your stomach tightened with every stroke he gave you. beads of sweat collecting on his forehead. he licked his lips and pressed his lips back into yours for a slow, passionate kiss.

[mikaswannabe]

CARLA JAEGER IN TATTOOARTIST!EREN AU.

i imagine that miss mama carla was a firehouse baby. for the first 3 years of her life she grew up w two chaotic + unstable parents that just left her at a fire station one day.

then she grew up in foster care and from 13-18 she stayed in a group home with other girls of all different backgrounds, and they felt like family even if it was chaotic.

something that she took up during her childhood was sewing. like this bitch can make anything if she got a lil fabric. and she knows how to throw deown.

she has italian lineage with a thick jersey / new york accent in my head. curves like a disney mom.

after high school she went to a community college and also took classes at a fashion school. for money, she was the most one of the most charismatic bartenders & bottle girls you could ever meet, coming home with her pockets full of tips with the help of her pretty ass face.

everybody loves carla! if you don’t, you did something wrong. she has connections to so many helpful people because everyone just knows she’s that bitch.

and where do you think eren gets his firecracker ways from? she loves a good time, having all eyes on her at clubs, but if any jerk got out of line her mouth would run off the chaiinnn, and don’t make her have to slap the piss out of somebody, because she will.

at around 21, she met grisha, who was 26 and in med school. how did she meet him? partied too hard and wound up being treated by him.

“you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re just a student. get me an actual doctor.”

“or, you could go home. deal with the massive knot on your head and possible concussion by yourself.”

fuck, she loved his accent.

“at least i won’t have to see you again.”

“likewise.”

yeah, they hooked up that night. knot on forehead and all.

she didn’t think she was gonna fall for the man, especially since he already had a kid, but then a messy 3 years of falling in love later she was pushing eren’s big head out and marrying this german man.

she worked a desk job while eren was young, but after grisha got on top of his medical school fees and started getting that neurosurgeon money, she was in her stay at home mom bag.

eren was such an troublesome bby to deal with. he would always be running around and making him sit still was a challenge. one of the only times he would shut up without even having to be told anything would be when he spotted his mom drawing sketches of her dress designs, crawling up on her lap and watching everything she did.

and something that always infatuated him was her few tattoos that he would see every now and again. like the dragon on her shoulder that had beautiful lilies drawn around it, or the butterflies on her left foot. when he got into his tattoo art talent, grisha was against it but carla embraced it, allowing him to refresh her old tats and them getting matching ones of each other’s names, his on the back of his shoulder while hers is on her arm.

as eren got older his favorite parent was evident. he loves his mom but he LOVES annoying her even more. just goes in her room and lays on her bed like “what we watching?” the amount of times she’s popped his hand for reaching into her food.

she loves her son, but she gets to that “get the fuck away from me, eren. my head’s throbbing like a fuckin’ drum with you around, god.” he know’s he succeeded when she has to physically push him out of the room.

when they’re at home it’s either, “sweetie, have you eaten?” or “get out this kitchen, you moose! i’ll throw this fryin’ pan at your skull, move!”

when ppl be like, “eren, your mom’s so nice.” he agrees, but not forgetting to say “to you guys.”

but seriously, when it came to being a community mom in eren’s grade school days, carla was it! always packing foods and drinks for kids at the games, taking them out to eat afterwards, and clearing hoes at pto meetings. that mama drama is no joke.

now that e’s in college, when other mom’s complain that they miss their baby so much, she just nods. she was glad eren got his ass out by 18. she loves her baby, but handful isn’t even enough to describe him.

she’s able to claim time for herself again, and then, she knows her son, and even with all the problems he can bring onto himself, she knows he’ll be fine.

[lolitakirstein]

a/n: ooof this turned into a damn text thread i'm sorry.and mostly eren POV, shitty editing this is going to have to be in multiple parts. I'll get part 2 up ASAP. :)

Eren reached for his phone, brows furrowing. It was odd for him to ever hear an alert from it, let alone a text notification. He had made it that way. Cutting off communication to most, keeping conversations to a bare minimum with those who were close...well...more at arm's length...maybe further than that.

If I keep people out, they can't hurt me. they won't know I'm such a fucked up person.

He flipped his phone over, reading the text.

You: hey eren :)

His heartbeat kicked up seeing your name on his phone. You seemed to be the only person who would reach out without being talked to first. Of all the people in his "friends" group, it was you who seemed the less likely to judge...if he ever got that vulnerable with you. Which he doubted he would, you deserved better than someone as fucked up at him. But when you looked at him, he sometimes felt that you saw past his flaws.

His fingers hovered over the screen unsure what to write, finally settling for a simple "Hey."

You: How are you? I haven't seen you in a while.

It was true, you hadn't seen each other in weeks. The last time being a get together for the end of summer.

Eren: I'm fine..just minding my own business as usual."

You: well you can mind your business and still not be a stranger :)

the lighterheardness of your message made him actually smile. The thought that you are wanting him to be closer though...that makes him nervous. He doesn't want you to look at him differently if he got any closer.

Eren: I wouldn't mind that

You: Well lets plan a hang out or something :)

Eren paced his living room. Were you being flirty? or just friendly? or maybe even pitying him? How was he supposed to go about this...play along? he wanted to. Fuck he wanted to get closer to you. But that voice in his head told him it would end in disaster.

"Fuck it," he said aloud to the room

Eren: Maybe we could go for ice cream, yeah?

You: that sounds fun!

Eren waited to respond, not wanting to seem to eager, but he had come this far he might as well go for it...

Eren: would you like to later today?

the minute he sent it, he regretted it. Too soon, too desperate, too overbearing.

You: I can't today. Me jean and connie are going downtown to the bar. I've already backed out twice ugh

His heart dropped at that fucking name

JEAN

He knew you and jean were friends, closer than you and him were, but it still boiled his blood that you were going out with him...even just as friends. He knew how jean got when he was drunk. Hell he knew how jean acted sober especially around you. Hanging around, shameless flirting, playfully tugging your hair as he'd pass behind you.

Eren:Why the fuck are you going with horseface. Hes a creep, he just wants to use you I hate how he touches you Alright, have fun.

He breathed deeply. Calming himself before he could get any angrier at the situation. Yes, he knew it was wrong to get mad at you for going out. But why did it have to be with Jean. He hoped Connie would keep an eye on you and him at least.

*4 hours later*

Eren was lying on his couch, the tv going, but honestly his thoughts were constantly on you being out there at some cheap bar with Jean. No doubt his fucking horse hooves all over you. What were you doing? what was he doing? what were you wearing?

Is she thinking of me?

His resolve to not text you the rest of the night crumbled at last. Reaching for his phone he thumbed to your name and typed

Eren: Hope you are having a fun night.

After what seemed like an eternity but was really only 10 minutes, he saw you begin to reply. His heart kicked up.

you: Heyyyy. I'm a bit buzzed but im havn fun. connie and jean are doing karaoke save me lol

He smirked at your jumbled reply and the thought of jackass jean doing karaoke thinking he's hot shit.

Eren: i'm sure that's a sight. What those dipshits singing...or attempting to sing

you: connies in his missy elliot era rn. Jean just serenaded me with some taylor swift.

Eren clenched his jaw. He knew you were a secret swiftie as much as you tried to act like you werent, he'd catch you humming it. Now it seems Jean is also aware of your little secret.

Playing cool he replies, "Never took that asshole to be a swiftie."

you: me neither, it's definitely the booze

Eren: How much more drinking do you guys plan on doing?

You: I'm tapping out after this one

An attached photo came along with your text. It was dimly lit but he could make out the shape of a dozen or so shot glasses empty on the table and your hand holding your last one up for the camera. And there, blurry but still visible, right in the corner was Jean...his hand on your leg.

DAMN HIM

He feels every emotion rush through him: anger, jealousy, possessiveness, sadness. He heartbeat pounded in his ear.

Eren: What's with Jean being all handsy?

He hoped that sounded subtle and not like a psychopath...with yes he was probably acting like one. Even going so far as to zoom in on the photo to see how far up your leg jeans hands were.

you: Probably to keep from falling over.

You were playing it off like it was no big deal?!

Eren: That doesn't look like the ideal place to put his hand to keep from falling over."

you: Lol. you know how he is when he is drunk...all...lovey

At this point, red is all Eren sees. He doesn't care if he comes off like an asshole or possessive anymore. How could you be so oblivious and naive that Jean was doing this intentionally.

Eren: Doesn't that piss you off that he gets all handsy like that? He shouldn't be allowed to touch you, even if he's drunk.

No going back now. Whatever progress eren had thought he had made with you would certainly be gone after this show of anger. His true self. Fuck it he didn't care. This is why he stayed to himself. In one evening, you had stabbed him in the heart...

Part 2 sneaky peak:

"You know i can't be like him right?" "I don't want you to be like him...I want you to be like you."

thanks for reading :)