#eren fanfic

[erens-heart]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ cw: fem!bodied reader, eren is a bit of a meanie idk, corruption kink, humiliation, virgin!reader, maybe i will make a part two where eren actusally sweeps resder off their feet idk. enjoy. MDNI!!!!!!

eren who has the whole school falling for him.

eren who cares about you, in a non-verbal, brooding kinda way. he doesn’t love you just yet, you just happen to pique his interest because you spoke to him once after class. he’s used to clingy girls, but you seem normal enough.

eren who keeps you at arms length to begin with because he thinks all girls have a hidden agenda, and he swore that he wouldn’t give his heart away! not after the last time…

eren who finds you too cute to ignore. he can’t shake the thoughts he has about you, and after a long day of classes all he can think of is wanting to make you ride his dick. his guess is that you’re a virgin, and have probably never seen one up close.

eren who manages to get your number from a friend of a friend, because it’d be weird if he asked for it himself. he messages you out of the blue one saturday afternoon. you’re hesitant at first, but give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s hot, and you’re curious.

eren who persuades you to meet up at his dorm. you aren’t against the idea, and agree, not realising that this would the beginning of a contract.

eren who puts in more effort than expected. he puts on your favourite movie and offers you a drink from his mini-fridge. you’re swallowing nervously, unsure whether you can trust his facade. you’re uncertain where the evening will take you, but eren’s dorm is comfortable enough so you can’t complain.

eren who sneaks his hand under the blanket to hold your thigh. it’s only ten minutes into the movie and now you’re blushing furiously. you have no way of hiding that you’ve never been touched there before. it’s embarrassing as fuck. he chastely tucks your hair behind your ears whilst you concentrate on the screen.

eren whose fingers are in your mouth shortly after that. he’s looking down at you with dead eyes, whilst you suck on his long fingers. his hands are rough, you can feel the callouses on your tongue, meanwhile the look he’s giving you gives you butterflies, and makes your tummy tingle. you like how small he makes you feel, it turns you on. you pull away, kissing his fingertips softly, one by one, allowing him the time to study your flustered expression. it’s not his first time doing this, you think, catching a glimpse of his predatory eyes.

eren who looks at you like you’re nothing, and cups your chin, using his thumb to caress your jaw like you’re everything.

eren who scoots closer to whisper something dirty in your ear, and smirks against it. he smells so good, and makes you feel like you’re in high school again.

eren who’s thinking of all the ways he can corrupt you, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, so he starts by hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you to his bedroom. his rooms even messier than the rest of his dorm, and covered in grungy posters. he throws you onto his bed and climbs ontop of you, whilst you tuck your hands shyly between your legs, not wanting him to see what you’ve got hiding inbetween.

eren who wants nothing more than to rip your panties off, and sticks his head underneath your skirt to admire the outline of your pussy. he pulls your panties up at the front to give you a camel-toe, watching the shape of your cunt become more pronounced.

eren who chuckles whilst you squirm uncomfortably. you’ve never felt so humiliated before in your life. at the same time, you’ve never felt so needy. you’ve touched yourself before, and experimented with a few household objects, but this is different. this is sick. he’s fucking evil.

eren who manhandles you and lifts you up so that you’re on all fours in your short skirt. he has the perfect view of your ass, and your clothed pussy from behind. he can see a dark patch of built-up excitment on your panties that makes his dick ache. he strokes your mound a few times, watching you shake ontop of his bed.

eren who carefully peels your panties down to reveal your glistening pussy slit and leaves your underwear to dangle around your thighs. there is no doubt in his mind that this is your first time, because your pussy is so wet. you’re so exposed. you half hate it, and the other half of you feels like a goddess.

eren who taunts you with his long fingers, and strokes the slit of your cunt with them, watching them get all wet. he slowly sticks one finger in, and feels you clench around it. you’re so tight, he can only imagine what you’ll feel like clenching around his dick instead.

eren who’s careful not to push you too far. he fucks with his fingers, curling them inside you, making you whine and moan. he pulls back occassionally to edge you, patting and slapping your soppy kitty. he knows he can finish you off like this if he wants, but recognises the change in your tone when your orgasm approaches, and immediately stops. your pussy flutters desperately.

eren who flips you onto your back and climbs on top of you again, and uses the entire palm of his hand to rub your pussy. this time he doesn’t stop, and you feel a sudden burst! as though someone’s setting fireworks off in your tummy. you’re grabbing his wrist and sobbing.

[jeanbie]

IF I LAY HERE (WOULD YOU LIE WITH ME?) ★ masterlist.

pairing: eren x reader

genre: best friends-to-lovers-au, actor au, fluff mostly | warnings: fem!reader | wc: 2.6k

note: hey. i still love u guys and i am still pining over aot. will never stop probably. anyway, this was an older fic i wrote but i'm handing it down to eren! title is taken/inspired from chasing cars by snow patrol (my fav song)

⏤ Eren has had enough - it's been four months since he's last seen you, and he's not going to let his fame status keep him from seeing you any longer. He just hopes that you feel the same way when you see him again.

Eren was taking a pretty big risk, he knew that.

It was risky taking any step out of his apartment at any moment; he’d think he was safe until he made it to the end of the road, earphones snug in his ears, and the flash of a camera behind the bushes in the corner of his eye blinds him back to his front door in a twisted shame. 

Granted, he’d expected it to be worse now that he'd booked a plane ticket and made a rather hasty, in-the-moment journey to the airport and on a plane with no layover. Usually when Eren takes a journey overseas, there’s at least one or two fans hiding in the corner of the suites waiting for him, or someone on the plane who’d recognise his face.

For this, he’d suck it up and take a photo. It was better to have good PR and be a little bit pissed off that he’d been discovered, than to have bad PR and to be known as the actor from Attack on Titan who didn’t give a damn about the people who essentially made him and his friends famous.

But Eren thought the risk was worth it this time. The plane touched down in a different country, and from there, it was an hour long train journey to a station he didn’t know anything about to meet a friend of yours he’d only seen in Instagram pictures.

You were at university now, a face he saw on a screen rather than a face he quite literally saw every day months before. It had been four months since Eren had seen his best friend, and fuck anybody who was going to make him wait a second longer before seeing you again.

You were his greatest risk, but it was worth it. You were worth it.

“Fuck, it’s insane to actually be meeting you right now.”

Frank is a good guy, ginger with circle glasses resting on the end of his roundish nose. He led Eren out of the train station, offering to pull his suitcase for him. “I mean, I’m a huge fan.” Followed by a sigh and a quiet, “Who isn’t…?”

Eren smiled at him, squinting in the sun as it hit his eyes in the direction of Frank’s face. “Thanks. I hear a lot about you, too.”

Frank grinned, whipping his head towards Eren. “All sexy and scandalous things, I hope. You know, none of us believed Y/N when she said she knew you. We thought the pictures were Photoshopped, you know how she is.” They both paused by the side of the road waiting to cross, “Shit, she’s gonna freak out when she sees you.”

That was three minutes ago, but Eren's still playing that sentence on a loop in his head. She's gonna freak out when she sees you.

He walks alongside Frank down one of the streets, past a redundant furniture store that quirks his brows. He’s missed it here, and how unbelievably, shockingly awful it all looks when you’re not looking at picturesque photos of it online.

“I thought you’d know that Y/N’s my best friend,” Eren says thoughtfully. He pauses as Frank does as a car zooms past when they’re about to cross. “I mean, people know. The photos got leaked, all of them.”

“Hey, give me a break,” Frank says dramatically. “I only really became a super fan three months ago. I'm more into Levi, you know how it goes. And yeah, I figured it out eventually. Finally, I understood why so many people at this uni wanted photographs with her and to be her best friend…”

Eren frowns. “Is it bad? She doesn’t tell me this stuff on the phone. I mean, they go crazy online when she posts pictures and we interact, but I didn’t…”

Frank shakes his head and grins at Eren as the words die out in his mouth.

“Nah, don’t panic. It’s not that bad. If anything, she might get a kick out of the fame. Trust, there’s always gonna be the girls who hate her because she’s friends with you and that’s like, what, threatening to their fantasy? But she loves you a lot, and a friendship like yours…it’s kinda like family, you know?”

Eren feels his stomach flip, butterflies going haywire. These butterflies are bitter and relentlessly fast, his heart racing that extra bit quicker. He likes the sound of family. He doesn’t like the way Frank implies it, because if Eren is ever going to consider you as family, it won’t be as his sister.

You’ve never been his sister, even when you became part of his family growing up on special occasions, or even just on a daily basis when you came to visit. There were times his family called you their own, but you were never his sister. It was different than that; you both knew it but never dared acknowledge it.

Frank makes small talk until they make it to the student accomodation you currently live at, and because Frank knows basically everybody, a student comes to the gate to let them both in. They’re nice and tall, wearing an Aston Villa shirt that Eren remembers looks a lot like your dad’s back in the day. Might be the same kind, might be a vintage.

He smiles at him, because maybe this guy knows Eren, but then the guy just turns back into the common room and doesn’t come out again. Frank doesn’t live here - he lives in a flat of his own around the corner, but Frank might as well be a resident here. He lets himself in towards the lift and shoots a text to one of your flatmates.

“Apparently she’s in the shower,” Frank says casually. He locks his phone, taps his foot as the lift rises, “Let’s hope she doesn’t stride out completely stark naked as you’re in there.”

He almost blushes, “Ha, yeah.”

He declines to mention the times you two have showered together, the time you went skinny dipping together when you were seventeen. Those were things that might end up getting misunderstood, and those are his memories he’d like to keep a secret. He says nothing, nothing but a thank you when he enters your flat with Frank and takes a different turn to the left whereas Frank goes right, towards the kitchen.

Your room is at the very end, your name on the door in stickers from a set you got from the market, and from inside, he hears the music in the bathroom. The door opens silently and closes with the same volume, and Eren manages to wheel his suitcase to the end of the bed and plonks himself down.

As expected from pixels on the screen, your room looks better in person - white walls and a bed set that’s white and covered with little peonies. Above your desk, Eren recognises all your photos together, new polaroids of you and the friends you’ve made at university who Eren always felt kind of threatened by. He smiles to himself, and rests his head against the wall your bed is attached to. From here, he can see the bathroom door in the mirror on the opposite wall, but he knows you’ll only see his feet when you come out.

Speaking of which; the song playing in the bathroom ends suddenly and the shower water has stopped running. Eren hears the toilet flush and his heart starts to race.

Four months of falling asleep on Facetime and texting when there was no time left in the day, and now, here he is, on your bed, waiting for you to step out and… And, then what?

Maybe you wouldn't even want him here. Maybe you were happier now that Eren was travelling the world with his other friends and film crew while you were still here, in a new city with new friends and a new life. Maybe the memory of Eren was burdensome to you. Worse - maybe he was something you felt you had to remember but didn’t really want to.

Eren's always been scared of the rejection he might receive from you. He might be a dream for fans across the world, but there’s a split second where Eren feels like he might not be good enough for you. He’s the world to other people. But you deserve the whole galaxy, and he’s afraid that’s something that he might not ever be able to give you, even with all the money and the fame.

The bathroom door opens and in two seconds, the light is shut off and he hears you sigh.

“Jesus, Frank, you gotta stop letting yourself in here without telling me,” your voice says. “Good thing I’m semi-decent. Usually I’m not.”

“No fun,” Eren teases, and silence follows. There’s a pause, and Eren cocks his head, his left cheek on his shoulder, waiting for you to click and appear in front of him.

Suddenly, he hears small but quick thuds across the carpet and Eren feels his chest tighten with a nostalgic feeling when you come into view with wide eyes, damp hair and nothing but a bra and those stupid black worn leggings you refuse to throw out.

The grin that reaches Eren's eyes now aches as he laughs at you, at the way you gape at his presence. It takes a moment, a moment of what feels like could be the rejection that Eren absolutely fears, but then you smile so wide that Eren feels it in his stomach.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim loudly, bringing a hand to your mouth as you hurry towards the bed. It dips beneath your knees and Eren rises up to a more comfortable position. “What the fuck!”

He laughs out loud, and when Eren wastes zero time in bringing you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

“Careful, my hair’s all wet,” you squeak.

“Don’t care.”

He really doesn’t. There’s probably going to be a damp spot on his clothes after, but that’s okay. You groan loudly with happiness as you hug him in return as tightly as he is hugging you, your weight on his lap and your arms around his neck.

Eren smiles so wide, sighing with content into your neck. Here, he smells the marshmallow body wash on your skin, the fragrance of your hair that kind of reminds him of Cabbage Patch babies.

“You smell good,” he mutters. You laugh quietly, squirming when his nose sniffs across your neck like one would kiss. “I don’t.”

“You do, you always smell good,” you reply. One sniff, he laughs, “See!”

“Mmm,” he plays along, “the sweet smell of planes and trains and jet lag.”

That makes you laugh, and at the mention of jet lag, Eren realises he could probably fall asleep like this given the chance. He has missed this, missed you, so fucking much. The emotions are overwhelming. 

Eren kisses behind your earlobe, and then just underneath your jaw. That’s new. Eren was always a cheek-kiss kind of best friend, but never this.

You’re not complaining. Your head drops to one side, almost giving him more access to the space free, and he occupies it. Those fucking butterflies; Eren feels sick with nerves as he kisses you, under your chin and across your neck, on that spot on your collarbone you found out tickled after Seven Minutes in Heaven in Year 8.

Maybe your fingernails in his hair are a way of you telling him to stop - it’s something he can think about tonight if he can’t fall asleep, something he doesn’t care to think about when he kisses on your actual jawline, to your cheek and the corner of your mouth, your cupid’s bow.

He moves away with a blush that matches your own, but maybe you can’t see his in the colour of your fairy lights. He plays with the dazed confusion on your face as he moves the hair from across your face to around your ears, smiling and raising his eyebrows.

“Your hair is so fucking wet,” he sniggers boyishly.

“I told you,” you shrug. You shrink, relaxed, “Fuck, why are you here? I mean, I’m literally so happy, but… Are you gonna get in trouble for this?”

“I dunno,” he admits. “Maybe, probably. I mean…the guys know I’m here. Jean drove me to the airport with Armin.”

“That’s not what I mean, though.”

Eren sighs loudly. “Yeah, I know. Frank told me all about the girls.”

“Little fucker. Is he here? I’ll punch him for mentioning it to you. It’s honestly fine. It's only a few. Most are really nice!”

“You’re my best friend for life, it’s important to me that you’re not uncomfortable by--”

“I’m not,” you assure him, hands trapped in his hair. You frown and try to change the subject, “Damn, this got long. Didn’t look long over the phone.”

“I've been growing it out,” Eren replies. “Heard you fancied Keanu Reeves, couldn’t handle the competition.”

“Ha!” you retort. “Simp.”

“For you,” frowns Eren dramatically.

Conversation fizzles comfortably, to the point where you both forget that Eren's underneath you and your legs are wrapped like a koala around his middle.

The fact that this is normality for you both is ignored. You’ve done worse things together. Eren even knows that the bra you’re wearing now is one he bought for you, half as a joke, half not. That could be why Eren feels the way that he does, why the confusion wraps around his body and traps him.

Eren knows that the butterflies in his stomach don’t just appear because you’re his best friend he hasn’t seen in a while. He knows what they mean when they flutter when your name pops up when you’re calling him, when an interviewer tries to catch him out by bringing you up in another interview that you don’t need to be mentioned in.

Eren knows that coming here was worth the confusion, and the nerves, and the fact that this will be a headline when it gets out. EREN YEAGER GOES TO VISIT HIS BEST FRIEND…BUT ARE THEY MORE? Or worse, NETIZENS HAVE PROOF THAT A.O.T EREN IS DATING HIS BEST FRIEND Y/N…

He doesn’t want to hurt you. That’s why he feels scared. For you to be scandalised by an article online that caught him out in his feelings, he knew it wasn’t fair. Eren might be too afraid to say he’s in love, and too afraid to find out if you feel it too, if all those years of confused relations and flirtations meant anything, but he’d risk those feelings and the headlines if it meant being able to spend one more day with you.

Eren's got a week and a half with you. Something’s gotta give within this week. He doesn’t want to go back to filming with more regrets than he came here with, and so for now, he’ll just have to swallow those butterflies back down when they pour out of his mouth.

Right now, he can’t afford to be caught out. It has to be said on his own terms, when the timing is perfect. It has to be perfect, because it’s what you deserve. It has to be perfect, because if it isn’t, then Eren doesn’t think it will be worth it.

Losing you to a headline and a butterfly is out of the question. You hop off him and shrug on a jumper from out of your wardrobe. If you noticed his unease, then you didn’t mention it. He almost wants to cry, wants the confusion to go away for the night so he can enjoy being here.

Fuck.

For now, he thinks as he follows you with an arm around your shoulders out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen to meet the others, he’ll just have to fake it 'til he makes it. Just like always. Put on a face, put on a show, until it all feels worth the spillage. He can’t let the butterflies escape yet.

It has to be perfect, and until then, he’ll just have to be patient, even if it breaks his heart more by pretending.

[museofreverie]

𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Modern Fem!Reader x Eren Jaeger┊ONGOING ┊Written in 2nd POV

In which a chronically online Gen Z that went through the pandemic goes to the Attack on Titan Universe and tries her very best to change the ending with an "I can fix him" mentality.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Archive of Our Own ┊ Wattpad

┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

When the world is thrown into chaos and safety protocols become the new normal, you must confront the fact that continuing your lifelong dreams of becoming a dancer may no longer be possible after experiencing the loss of a beloved someone due to the pandemic. However, there is always a possibility of finding small joy even in times of despair: the freedom to do whatever you want during quarantine. And perhaps this includes being addicted to the Attack on Titan series. But when an action of yours triggers a phenomenon, you find yourself transported to a familiar world where man-eating titans exist, with the threat of war looming between countries ━ all of a sudden, fiction becomes reality and things take a drastic turn as you encounter your beloved characters. As the stakes become increasingly high with your knowledge about the future, you must learn how to confront your fears, face the consequences of your choices, and with the goal to change the course of history and stop the gruesome fate of many by helping Eren Jaeger discover the true meaning of freedom at all cost.

┈➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

𝟎𝟎𝟎┊Prologue 𝟎𝟎┊From You, 2000 Years Ago 𝟎𝟏┊The Girl Who Knew 𝟎𝟐┊Iced Coffee and Anxieties 𝟎𝟑┊Some Words of Wisdom 𝟎𝟒┊Just a Very Long Dream 𝟎𝟓┊Under The Tree 𝟎𝟔┊Dépaysement 𝟎𝟕┊Held Captive 𝟎𝟖┊Rot Girl Summer [ONGOING]

┈➤ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

Heavy Spoilers, Manga Spoilers, Slow Burn, Long Chapters, Attempt at Humor, Heavy Cursing, Mommy Issues, Blood and Gore, Anxiety Attacks, Grief, Violence, PTSD, Trauma, Mention of food restrictions, Body Dysmorphia, Period-Typical Discrimination, Fascism, Gaslighting, Slavery, Mental Illness, War Crimes, Racism, Death

┈➤ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

Hello, everyone! I finally decided to post this Eren fic here on tumblr to have more engagement to it. Yes, it's an isekai fic and yes, we will embrace the cringe! The AOT brainrot will not end that's why I wrote this because Eren deserves a happy ending---but before that, please bear with me because this is a slow burn fic. I didn't want this fic just to focus on romance and make Y/N a mary sue---I want her, you, be written as human as possible. This fic will talk about loss, grief, moral dilemmas, psychological trauma and many more along the way. Also, if you don't mind, there will be a LOT of pop culture references. (If you don't like reading those, then it's fine. You are free to exit this fic.) I hope you'll enjoy this ride! feel free to also comment down your thoughts since I love reading comments <3 lots of love!

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•°. *࿐Public Display of Affection •°. *࿐

(first chapter only, rest on ao3!)

I just published chapter 6 of my Stalker Eren x Anxious Reader fanfic on ao3, check it out if you're interested. I haven't posted any of the rest of the fic here on Tumblr, so here's chapter 1 to tempt you :)

read tags please, and minors dni

જ⁀➴ Eren Yeager x Reader, college au, barista x bartender, slowish burn, paranoia, masturbation, stalking

Ch 1

It was 90 degrees in the middle of summer, and you wanted more than anything to rot in bed at home on your day off. 

Your “grocery” list was short enough, and you’d taken a hit from your cart as soon as you parked. You were planning to take your time inside so you could sober up enough to drive safely back home when the trip was done. Almond milk, green tea, face wash, pasta and pasta sauce. Simple. 

You didn’t look very nice today, it wasn’t the kind of store where you’d get stared at for not trying. Hideous but comfortable shoes, a baggy shirt to hide that you didn’t want to wear a bra—no makeup, shorts, a tote bag over your shoulder, and hair that needed to be washed. You wondered if the tote bag was a bad choice, in case they’d think you were stealing. 

You would probably notice if someone started following you. It’s not like you were going to steal anyway, but isn’t it about seeming like a normal person, not acting suspicious?

God, you needed to rein these thoughts in. You can’t let yourself think like this, like a paranoid freak.

You almost didn’t come, nearly willing to pay an extra $20 in fees for your tiny grocery order to be delivered to the apartment, but you couldn’t afford it. You’d get good tips tomorrow at work, but you needed things today. It was probably better to make yourself do the things you didn’t want to do. If you rotted too long you’d be stuck in the depths of your misery for a long time.

You’d taken a shaky breath and grabbed a basket. You didn’t know there were baskets for this store, you only ever saw people pushing carts. It was a dumb thought, but you really never noticed before. You weren’t sure where to go first, and just headed for the first thing you could think of—green tea.

You hated doing errands alone, it always filled you with dread. Your roommate Sasha was out of state for a summer job and you’ve been technically living by yourself for almost three weeks now. It was lonely, even though you’d call sometimes. You missed being able to relax around her, allowing for her earnest jokes about your silly anxieties to quell you. 

You tried to look normal as you circled the beverage section multiple times, lost in thought, struggling to find the teas before finally stopping in an aisle full of coffee. Surely they would be in the same place. 

You walk through, reading labels, and hoping you’re not in someone’s way. You find the tea boxes—chamomile, black tea, jasmine, organic matcha, jasmine matcha… All so expensive, and what if they weren’t good?

Your craving was so bad today you’d gotten an iced matcha from the cafe you worked at, just to make the walk through the grocery store a little more fun. You were glad you did, the weed and the heat combined made you so thirsty. 

You really should buy a pack of water bottles or a five gallon refill for the dispenser in your apartment, but you knew you didn’t have the strength to carry either up the stairs and inside—or a Sasha to do it for you. 

You winced as you saw someone in your peripheral. Breathe. Just another shopper. 

Why’d they put paper towels and paper plates in the same aisle as the tea and coffee? 

You couldn’t remember if you applied deodorant before you left the house. You let yourself glance at him briefly. A man, wearing a bright neon shirt and work boots. Could he smell you? Oh my god, did you stink? You were sweating so bad, it was so hot.

You took a deep breath and held it, counting to four in your head before exhaling softly. You repeated the technique and redirected yourself to the tea. 

You didn’t have much money today after paying off the bills, and buying a $6 matcha (after employee discount) didn’t help either. 

You swallowed when another man entered the aisle and walked right behind you. You tensed up at the blur of gray and tried to focus again.

Organic green tea, green tea with lemon, decaf green tea… Green tea. Simply packaged and $2. Perfect. 

You toss the box into your basket and turn the other way, further from the two other men in the aisle, frowning when you see a mother and two kids pushing a cart slowly towards you. Fine. You turn again and stalk down the aisle and towards the milk. 

You nearly ran into someone and mumbled an “excuse me” when you spotted the fridges. Your heart pounded in your ears. God, so high. 

Were you holding your basket weird? 

The rest of the grocery trip was like this, slow and torturous, occasional missteps as you navigated the aisles and awkwardly apologized for taking up other peoples’ space. The back of your neck prickled and your anxiety wouldn’t let up the whole time.

You made your way to the skincare and grabbed the brand of face cleanser you like. You found a trash can to toss your empty matcha cup—so so worth it—and lingered by the makeup and nail polish, wishing you could make an unplanned purchase. You wanted something glittery.

You managed to calm down a little more by the time you’d rounded up everything you wanted. You dared to try a new kind of pasta sauce. You were glad you went out today. It wasn’t all bad, you supposed. 

It was the first time Eren ever spotted you. 

Long before you’d made the hike back to your car, one bag of groceries in your hand while the other fumbled for your keys, and even before he blocked your way by “accident” near the milk fridge, Eren was in his car in the parking lot, AC blasting, when you’d caught his eye. He hadn’t gone inside yet, and he had planned to people watch today. 

You parked next to him, the thudding bass of your music catching his attention, at first with annoyance. 

He watched you try to fix your hair in the mirror, and you frowned at your reflection. You had a beaded bracelet and a little charm keychain hanging from your rearview mirror. There was a small plushy on your dashboard, and Eren almost smiled– cute. You took a long hit from a pen, and a deep breath before you opened your car door and stepped out. 

His eyes grazed your body and it was like everything clicked. The flush of your cheeks in the heat, the way those shorts hugged your thighs and hips. Your eyebrows were pinched and you bit your lip anxiously as you rummaged for something in your purse. Your eyes were glassy and low, and he was captivated. 

How lucky he was to see you, and linger a few feet behind you as you went inside. He was curious.

He had to walk past you when you lingered by the baskets, looking at them intently, and he wished he knew what you were thinking when you stared at them. He paused to look at some display a few feet away when you finally picked one up and started moving, sipping at a green drink in your hand.

Eren would never shop here. It was cheap and low quality, and he wondered about the kind of situation you were in. Poor thing. He had picked the store at random after driving around for so long, stuck in a rut, stuck in his head, for these past few months. He hadn’t been in love in so long. 

You lingered so long in the green tea aisle, lost in thought. He couldn’t stop staring at your lips, the way they puckered around the straw of your drink, the curve of your neck, how you swallowed. 

He let himself stride behind you, walking towards some paper towels that another man in the aisle was looking over as well. Eren almost groaned at the smell of you as he passed, faint hints of perfume intermingling with your subtle musk from the summer heat.

He pushed ahead into the meat section, watching you from another angle a bit further away. There was an abandoned cart in the aisle and he grabbed it, picking a few random things to fill it, when he saw you make your way to the milk fridge. 

You had turned around at the last minute after nearly running into some poor elderly couple because you were staring at the ground as you walked. Who does that? 

Why did you do that? You were so beautiful, what was there to be ashamed about when you were just walking? 

You flushed with embarrassment and stopped on the side of the walkway, blinking in a daze before you had kept going. 

He almost darted for the milk fridge, getting there before you did, and parked himself right in front of it. He tried to look like he was deciding between all the options of milk as he gazed at you through the reflection of the glass. You were sizing him up nervously, occasionally glancing at the phone in your hand. 

Were you texting someone? No, you were just looking at it, your thumb didn’t move. Like you were trying to pretend to be busy while you waited for him. Really cute. His lips curled into a smile and he started to walk away, at the last minute going the other direction just to catch you off guard. 

You’d look up at him in surprise, chewing your lip again before you looked away, and Eren knew he wanted you. 

He’d never seen someone so nervous at nothing before, and be so ridiculously tempting. How dare you exist so skittishly when you practically flaunted yourself for everyone to see? How could he be expected to control himself with the way sweat ran down your neck, the way your tits jiggled under your shirt? You didn’t wear a bra. It’s like you were asking it for it, all the while being so coquettishly wrapped up in your own little world. 

He burned to know what you were thinking, why you had such a short shopping list, how your mouth would feel around him. It was in his nature, and your best interest.

You spent twenty minutes sitting in your car in the grocery store parking lot trying to sober up. You scrolled through your phone, chewing your nails nervously and occasionally taking note of the cars around you. 

Would anyone say something to the store employees if you were lingering around here for too long? The car next to you, in front of you, and a few cars away all had people inside them. It was hot, everyone was probably cooling off or waiting for someone else who had gone inside. Nobody was going to crucify you for lingering just a little bit. 

You took another deep breath. You missed your matcha and swore to yourself you’d make one as soon as you walked into work tomorrow. 

Eren followed you when you drove home, just a few cars behind so you wouldn’t notice. Your car, which he’d already memorized the model of, approached a residential neighborhood, a collection of houses and apartments. He prepared to make a different turn in case your pretty little head started giving you any paranoid thoughts. 

Eren figured you’d be the type of girl that would notice if a car was following her. He was also sure that you were the type of girl that wouldn’t remember the vehicle a few hours later. 

After making a mental note of the street, he decided to come back at dark and search for your parked car so he could figure out exactly where you lived. It would only take a few days to take full surveillance of you, nothing he couldn’t handle.

He drove off and went home.

Eren put away his randomly picked groceries, along with your brand of face wash, and the cup you had thrown away. He smiled at his little find. 

You had liked your drink enough to finish it in ten minutes–maybe you were a regular there. He turned the plastic cup to see writing in black sharpie with your order and your name. 

Lav matcha almond light ice, y/n!

There were hearts and stars drawn around your name, with a smiley face. Eren frowned. The handwriting looked feminine, so unless he was very unlucky, he hoped a friend made your drink today.

Eren sank into his couch and pulled out his laptop. The dim light in his apartment flickered. He hadn’t been taking care of himself lately, since his last break up. Now, he had good reason to clean up and look nice again. 

He looked up the cafe online, clicking on their social media page. He looked for your name, and saw that you followed their Instagram. He opened your profile and was pleased—and a little surprised—to see that it was all public. You posted a lot. And your most recent picture made his cock twitch. 

Your face was pouty and bored, the flash of the picture causing a subtle blur. You wore a mini skirt and a skimpy top that your tits strained against—the comments were filled with girls complimenting you, calling you hot and beautiful, and you’d reply back, swearing they were even more gorgeous. 

Incredible. 

Eren couldn’t believe his eyes as he went through your feed. Latte art, concerts, books you were reading, meals you had. You were so open online in comparison to your meek disposition at the store. This had to be a facade.

He went through your tagged photos as well. You didn’t seem to have too many friends, and no boyfriend in sight. You were perfect. He would get to know you in no time. 

He went through your following, looking at stores, brands, artists, and actors. You were dumb enough to use the same username for everything, and within an hour Eren found you on more apps and websites. He went through your public music playlists, the movies you’d review online, where you graduated high school, what kind of family you had. It was too easy. Like he was meant to find you, to love you. He wanted to teach you how to hold your chin up, or hold it for you.

Eren saved all his favorite pictures of you, still pleasantly surprised at the kind of outfits you’d wear to the bar or the club. Glittery makeup, low cut tops, fishnets, short dresses. He pulls out his cock as he goes through the new photo folder he created, titled “My Y/n.”

[everythingseasoning]

Misunderstandings. 

AU - You’re in love with your best friend Eren Jaeger, but he seems to be interested in somebody else.

Tags: Pining. Friends to lovers. Fem bodied reader. For any skin, POC friendly <3

Warnings: Eventual smut. Minors DNI with pt. 2

Length: pretty short. this is pt. 1

“She looks nothing like me. 

So why do you look so happy?

I know now, if I tried to change, 

Somehow, you’d end up with her anyway.”

\opposite, Sabrina Carpenter\

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A whole city. Endless festivities, adventures, movies, people bustling about on a Friday night. But you stared out the window alone. 

Tears slipped down your face as you buried your face into your sweater, the sleeves damp from all the tears you’d already cried. It still smelled like him. You felt like a mess. You felt ugly. You sniffed again, stretching your jaw to see just how puffy your face was. 

Your phone buzzed: You checked it, feeling your skin crawl when you saw his name on the bright white screen. 

Eren <3: Y/n, why aren’t you answering me?

A few hours ago:

It was Friday night and he’d bailed on you, on your plans. Eren said he was feeling ill. So imagine your surprise when you saw him at the mall with another girl that same night. She looked nothing like you, from her hair, to her skin, to her eyes. She was giggling as he held her waist.

And there you were, standing with two reusable bags hanging off your arms, filled with items for him, staring into a picture of a beautiful couple— a picture that you didn’t belong in. 

You were at the mall, buying him silly hair clips so you could pin them on his gorgeous brown hair, before helping him with his skincare. You’d planned to go over to Eren’s place that night. Eren always slacked on his skincare whenever he was sick. And you were about to hurry back to your car, which had fresh produce in the driver’s seat. You were worrying about the food spoiling before you could cook tonight, for him. …But then you saw them, and it wasn’t a trick, it was undeniable: Eren cupped her face and you felt your heart drop. Green jealousy exploded in your body, betrayal and shock coursing through your veins. You wanted to run away. You wanted to scream. You wanted to disappear. Eren pressed his lips to hers, his hands above her butt, pulling her flush against his body. You turned and walked away, tears already hitting the ground. 

… 

Your phone buzzed again. 

Eren <3: Y/n?

You: Why didn’t you just tell me the truth.

Eren <3: WHAT How did you end up at the same mall that I went to? There’s like a dozen in this city.

Eren: Hello?

Eren: are you mad?

Eren: I didn’t mean to lie, Y/n. It’s just that Isabella asked me out, and I knew you’d be mad if I canceled plans to hang out with somebody else… You know you’re my best friend.

You didn’t know what was worse. The fact that Eren had totally missed the apology mark, or that he’d thought you’d be like an understanding wingman for him. 

You muffled a scream, feeling totally helpless, totally jealous, totally hurt. 

You: I can’t be friends with you anymore, I’m sorry. I just need to be away from you. You haven’t realized how much you’ve hurt me, for months now. So this is goodbye.

Eren: …What??

You: Please just leave me alone. Don’t try to reach me, in any way. Congrats on your date. 

Eren: Y/n, what are you talking about?! 

Eren: I called you, answer the next time I call

Eren: Y/n… come on. I’m coming over.

You: Eren, don’t. 

Eren: Too bad. My best friend is upset. I’m gonna be there for her.

Your heart ripped even further. You didn’t think it was possible for it to hurt even more, but now you knew: Eren would only ever see you as a best friend. 

You: I said leave me alone. If you show up, I won’t answer. I’ll call security.

You finally clicked out of his contact, his name changed to its rightful title.

Dumbass: Are you being serious right now??

You: I’m leaving now. Leave me alone. Please.

You deleted his contact. You went around your house and grabbed all of Eren’s belongings: his spare toothbrush, his scrunchie, his stuffed teddy bear. You threw it all in a bag. 

It was time to get over the love of your life. 

— 3 months later —

“Jean. I think I’m in love with her.”

“So that’s why you haven’t fucked anybody in months,” Jean replied, swirling cream into his coffee. 

“These have been the hardest months of my life, without her.” Eren groaned. His hair was down, and he wore sweats in the campus cafe. He was a hot mess.

“Dude, she was your best friend, what happened?” 

“I… I don’t even know. She just said I was hurting her? For months? And that she couldn’t do it anymore… I fucked up, Jean. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and kind. I miss her so bad.”

— Pt. 1 End, cause I need to fucking sleep —

AN: yo this is rushed as fuck. 

It’s not thought out. It’s unlike my usual work, and tbh I don’t like it. 

But like. Hope you enjoyed?! 

Pt. 2 comes out if y’all want it. You can just comment if you want a pt. 2 :)

[crisalidaseason]

Eren's masterlist

{Headcannons}

Eren's glass closet

Platonic Eren x popular basketball player reader

{Short stories}

Eremin in the ocean

Hit the road (it's Eremin fluff)

Eren/Mikasa/Armin strained friendship

Ties with frayed ends (Eren, Mikasa, Armin angst)

Eremin angst (set in S4, sort of part 2 of Ties with frayed ends)

To feel is a whirlwind (Eren x Armin & Floch)

[cigarettesandcoffeex]

When I’m finally reading a good fanfiction, but then they call you Princess, Doll or Sweet girl…

GTFO YOU AINT MY DAD.

[blond3ang3l]

Sleep over with stalker bestie! Eren

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Series!

Dark content- somno

You got a boyfriend. And to say that Ren was pissed was a damn understatement. He hated that fucking man with every fiber in him. Who the fuck did he think he was? Coming into your life and trying to take his place! He would have to show your boyfriend that there was only one man in your life, and it could be Eren.

It took nothing for Ren to convince you to have a sleepover with him. You actually loved the idea. Getting to spend time with your best friend, and honestly you needed the comfort as you began to feel unsafe in your home.

Your body felt so light as the high kicked in. The shirt you wore starting to rise up your thighs causing Eren to stare. He let the smoke fill his lungs as you laid back against him. A deep chuckle filling your ears as you pushed you down onto your bed so you were laying down. "You feeling it already? We barely smoked anything." Which was a damn lie. He had you smoke three woods back to back, not to mention you were already tired after spending the entire day together running around with him.

"S' easy for you to say. M' tired Rennie." It took everything in him not to smirk as he leaned down to your face, his long brown locks dangling over you. "I know bunny, why don't you get some sleep okay? I gotta make a run so I'll let myself back in if I need to.” He didn't even get a full response, just a small hum before your soft snores filled his ear. He lied that he had anything to do, he just didn't want you to think any different of him for what he was about to do.

His hand slid under the large shirt you wore, the shirt that actually belonged to him that he left last time he stayed over. He just couldn't stop his hands. A nervous feeling started to fill his stomach as he pushed the shirt up, showing off the curve of your ass. Had you not worn any underwear under the shirt? His eyes widened when he pushed it up more and realized you actually didn't. You were practically asking for it, it wasn't his fault.

His dick throbbed with need as he spread the globs of your ass making him gulp. It was just you two in the house, it wouldn't hurt if he maybe...letting his spit drip down onto your hole he practically lost his mind hearing you whimper in your sleep. If Ren knew anything it was when you were high you could sleep through fucking anything, and with how much you smoked earlier he got lucky as hell. He but his lip as he pushed down his boxers, the only thing he was wearing while the two of you hung out in your room. Your oh so prettily decorated room contrasting the disgusting thoughts Eren had about you.

He moved behind you as you slept on your side. His hands lined himself up with your hole and without thinking twice he started to push into you. A whimper almost fell from his lips from how good you felt. Better than any bitch he had fucked before, better than he could have ever imagined. "Can't believe you kept this away from me for all these years." He mumbled to himself as his hips bucked into yours. It was taking everything in him not to fuck you into the mattress. He had to keep some type of restraint if he didn't want you to hate him for this.

"Baby? Mm is that you?" You groaned out as you felt him start to peel your shirt up more . Instead of responding he chuckled, pressing his lips against your neck to distract you. He made his voice a bit higher to see at least somewhat similar to your boyfriend. "Shh, just relax baby. Feel so good don't it? Just go back to sleep." Your head was still feeling so light making the pleasure of him stretching you out. His hand gripped your thigh, lifting it up more for him to push deeper into you. "F-fuck." He groaned out.

He threw his head back while fighting the urge to cum right then and there. "So fucking good, oh my God." His hips rolled having him grind into you. Eyes rolling back, Eren thought he was damn there in heaven. God he couldn't wait until you were back to just being his. He had to get rid of your boyfriend. Maybe he could plant something on him, have Connie and the other get rid of him and then you'll be back to being all his.

His dick throbbed at the thought of finally making you his. He felt a knot in his stomach as his hips sputtered. "Oh God, love you-ngh, love you so much baby." The words came out almost as a whine he came inside you. With a shaky breath he slowly pulled out of you, watching his cum spill out of you. "Shit..."

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@fairygardenprincesss

@merakidoll

[chrollohearttags]

thinking about eren with facial hair…specifically him ravenously eating pussy with tons of stubble and a faint beard. Never even bothering to shave it bc he works such long, grueling hours (and honestly more so because you like the look!). Sort of neglecting his own self care to give you a life of luxury but it doesn’t even matter..not when he’s rewarded by getting to spread you open with those legs tossed over his shoulders. Anklet dangling on his upper back as he greedily feasts on your cunt. He’s breathing heavily and salivating like an animal, hungry only for you and fixated on nothing else. Juices dripping all down the sides of his cheek and his lips and tongue fixated on that swollen clit..thanks in part to you grinding your slit fiercely against it. He knows how much you love that friction so he keeps you plastered right underneath his nose. Gripping your asscheeks to make certain you can’t get away from him and he doesn’t let up until you’ve wet up every single hair on his face.

[jeanbie]

EVERYTHING LOOKS DIFFERENT (NOW THAT I SEE YOU) ★ masterlist.

pairing: eren x reader

genre: royalty au, fantasy au | wc: 3.3k

⏤ To be betrothed to Eren is not only a great business advantage for your families, but a great honour for yourself. To be betrothed to Eren, and one day bound to him, would be your greatest glory.

On Prince Zeke's birthday, it snows.

The first snowfall of the year, after a long haul of barren landscapes and dropping blossoms; Eren feels like he’s been waiting forever for the snow to fall. Standing on the inside looking out, Eren rests his hands on the cool stone of his bay window, stretching his body to peer out onto the courtyard of his keep. A thin layer of white lies peacefully over the once green grass outside by the cherry blossom trees, castle turrets stretching up into a grey sky littered with tiny flakes. He inhales the smell of the snowfall, the fresh smell that tickles his nose as he catches the scent.

Today is the day, he thinks, pushing himself back flat onto his feet and retreating towards his wardrobe, the solo door in the wall that opened out into a spare room converted for his luxury. Today is the day he will officially court you, and it has to be perfect.

His advisor had laid out his clothes for him, on a small square shaped stool that sits next to one of the cabinets in Eren’s closet. He sees the set and smiles- perfect. Everything is perfect, including the day that follows him after he dresses, helped by his close servants who attach his armour and uniform, balancing a crown like thorns and barbed wire on top of his head. 

You weren’t to be expected until the late afternoon, when the L/N’s would cross the Border from the Badlands into the North, towards Ravens’ Keep where he and his family lived and looked over the lands. Beyond the Badlands were the other Kingdoms of Marley, including your own; Three Streams, a traditional Kingdom with rivers winding through the towns, a much prettier sight to see than the cobble that ran around his own. Eren hoped that, given that his courtship to you went smoothly enough, he could one day visit and see the people that a marriage would inherit.

Late afternoon rolls around speedily, time passing in blinks and gasps, unreal speeds. Eren almost feels unprepared when the raven brings news of a crossing at the border, a royal carriage pulling through with an assembly and audience. His hands are clammy as he waits, pacing the royal hall out of anxiousness and anticipation, excitement at seeing you after so long. It had only been a few months, less than two. Enough for Eren to miss you, and the way you smiled shyly at him after the news of your betrothal. 

Although nobody had known otherwise, Eren was happy that you were no longer betrothed to his brother. If it hadn’t been for the princess from Hizuru making an appearance at that same ball, he might have never got the chance to be with you. The thought sickens him. The thought of you with anybody but himself…he thought about it less and less as each day passed.

When you step down from the royal carriage, two hours later, when the moon says the time is past the hour of eight, Eren feels his heart in his throat. The sight of your feet covered in an elegant black heel, followed by a gown that drags across the freshly swept floor, makes Eren’s body shake out of nervousness. And it’s not in the Prince to get nervous easily. But, naturally, this occasion is made an exception.

“Lord and Lady L/N.” 

His own mother steps from her place above Eren on the steps rising into their keep, out of protocol, and her hands reach for your own mothers. The two women embrace, old friends, and her gaze lands on you, sheepish behind your brother’s broad shoulders. “And, our wonderful Y/N. You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you, your Grace,” you reply, meekly. She smiles tightly and turns away, out of politeness to invite you all inside, and then you look at Eren. The way he looks at you is the way you look at him, and the sight invites you in with one deep breath.

He is beyond words. Eren is beauty, the representation of hidden gorgeousness in the North, like the tales once said. The way he stands with his hands tucked in front of him, his thumbs nervously fighting as he bites his bottom lip has your breath pulled inwards. Regal in appearance, he wears his house colours and sigil sewn onto his breast, dark red and silver colours dappled with ebony covering his torso and legs, his sword slotted into the sheath shining as it catches the shine of your necklace, dipped into cleavage. He is too beautiful for his own good, a catch and a sight to behold. To be betrothed to Eren is not only a great business advantage for your families, but a great honour for yourself. To be betrothed to Eren, and one day bound to him, would be your greatest glory.

“My Lady,” Eren calls, bowing his head and body as you take small steps towards him. Your heels clip, like tiny horse hooves echoing in the silent snowfall, and Eren raises his gaze with a shy smile that you almost miss.

“My Lord,” you reply, following his gesture. When your gaze lifts to find his eyes, you see his hand reaching out for you, slender fingers outstretched like ornaments, like the branches on the sacred Tree of Tales outside Ravens’ Keep’s walls. 

When your hand slots into his own, you feel that he is cold; yet a warmth spreads across your body, a connection of electricity that has his hand tightening around yours, a promise of protection and his entire attention for the evening. You remembered from the last time that Prince Eren was not a man of many words, his feelings and thoughts poured into physicalities that you had learned to translate.

The dinner that follows is, as expected to be, a success; the banquet is delivered within appropriate time and you eat quietly, speaking when spoken to, your gaze catching Eren’s across the table when nobody was looking. With Eren, while you are both expected to fulfil the promise of betrothal, there is also an expected level of professionalism and purity that you must keep. But looking into Eren’s eyes when you’re supposed to be looking at something else feels like victorious rebellion, like the feeling of adrenaline after breaking the rules. The deep look of longing in his eyes, the love on his cheeks, a pink hue that you almost don’t see in the candlelight.

Eren is so beautiful.

“There will be fireworks.” After spending far too long getting lost in Eren’s silent smiles and eyebrow quirks, you finally return to the adult conversations at the heads of the table. The Queen Mother, Eren’s mother, presses her chin into her palms as she discusses the traditions of royal birthday’s within this Kingdom, the ceremony that is planned for the hour of nine for Prince Zeke. “I would ask that you attend the ceremony, as future in laws and as current allies to our Kingdom.”

“There would be no greater honour,” comes the honest reply of your father.

Following a trail of burning orange lanterns that glow in the moonlight, the ceremony for Prince Zeke takes place in the royal gardens. It’s rustic and medieval, with high stone walls covered in snow and hanging lights from the trees. A free slot occupies the center of the space cleared for the ceremony, with bowls of ice and white blossom, the drinks required for the transitioning of age. The two royal families cross the length of the smaller courtyard within the main walls of the keep, and by the time they each reach the long staircase down into the gardens, a sudden hand tugging on your own makes you pause and take steps backwards, away from your family and Eren’s.

You turn suddenly, bewildered that somebody might try and stop you from attending the ceremony of Prince Zeke - yet, the sight of Eren’s own bashful and mischievous face surprises you, and he tugs you further away from the stairs, behind one of the artistically trimmed hedges that is covered in tiny blue berries.

“My Lord?” you question quietly and curiously, and Eren just continues to smile. His one hand that is wrapped around yours stays there, affectionately placed, meanwhile the other reaches for your cheek and pulls one of the loose long curls of hair away from your skin. The act leaves you breathless. Prince Eren is not allowed to touch you outside of public eye until marriage. This is forbidden.

But, he does it anyway. His personal guard who is assigned to him at all times watches from the staircase, and then he slowly moves out of view of the royal family and steps closer to the pair of you.

“Don’t worry,” Eren reassures you. You notice, now that you’re alone, that Eren’s formalities have dropped. He sounds more normal than you have ever heard him. This stolen intimacy makes your heart race, the feeling of butterfly wings against the inside of your stomach.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, cocking your head to the side with piqued interest. “If my family notice that I am missing, or worse, yours-!”

“I will tell them the truth, that I stole you away for myself to get a better view,” Eren replies, and now, the smile is so natural that when it drops, you miss it right away. “Lady L/N, my Y/N, I would like to offer you the best view in the kingdom for tonight’s ceremony. Would you do me the honour of joining me?”

“I would love that,” you reply, beaming in reply. 

The hand rested on your cheek tucks the hair behind your ear and his hand lingers there, gently stroking before falling. Perhaps he realised how intimate this really was, private conversations behind shrubbery in the knowledge of Eren’s closest friend and trusted accomplice, his guard, Hannes.

Either way, Eren leads you by the hand and the heart towards a hidden stone staircase that sticks out of the wall, and with careful steps and a tight grasp of your hand, Eren helps you up. The daunting trip is also closely followed by Hannes, always one step behind, in case you should fall. You thankfully don’t, and the risk of danger is worth it by the time you reach the top, to where Eren has prepared for you both to sit.

This is a rooftop, near one of the pointed turret roofs of one of the towers to decorate his keep. Hannes stands near the staircase, respecting a well needed privacy between two betrothed and Eren pats a space next to him on the cool stone. Out of care, he wipes the stone clean with his hand, removing the thin layer of snow that once covered it and like dust, it falls from the sky to the floor below. Apprehensive, you slowly drop to sit next to him, copying his position of legs hanging over the small wall, heels staring down at the drop.

The view is worth it. From where you are sitting, the view of Ravens’ Keep is breathtaking. You can see for miles, gazing at the snow haze hanging over the Kingdom and the buildings whose lights shine through glassless windows, glowing like fireflies in the night. It’s like a painting, colours paid close attention to and the smell of citrus and snowfall, faint aromas of bread from the bakery near the keep. Eren observes your reactions to this freeing feeling of being on top of the world, and his chest tightens when you smile widely, a gasp leaving your mouth with a whip of air.

“It’s gorgeous,” you comment. Eren doesn’t look away.

“It is.”

Out the corner of your eye, you see his eyes on you. “I mean the view.”

“So do I,” he replies, and then you face him with raised eyebrows, a scandalised expression on your face. “What?” He laughs, “did I lie?”

“Sh,” you quip, and he laughs again. 

This he prefers, much more than the forced formalities of being royal. Eren likes it best when you’re you, the candid natural beauty unmissable. It’s the same thing he desired when he first saw you that day with your handmaid, the normal and informal squabbling he thought of as more endearing than insensitive, something he wished he could do with you somebody. It’s the same thing Eren likes most about you, the same thing he wants to see you do more.

He closes these thoughts as he looks away, staring at the glowing lights of the ceremony and the sight of the Kingdom that might one day be his. While his brother is now betrothed to marry the Princess of Hizuru, his fate as King of Ravens’ Keep remains uncertain. He might even move to the capitol when the war is over, and rule the entire country. That would leave Ravens’ Keep to Eren, and by extension, to you, and your future family. That thought makes him wriggle with nervousness.

“I think it’s starting soon,” Eren says suddenly. He sees a flame flicker, like they’re getting ready to release the lanterns. They do this every year for their birthdays; the people of his Kingdom will light silver and orange lanterns and release them to the sky, a rising parade of glowing lights to celebrate the birth and age of the princes, soon to be Kings, of the North. “I remember this from last year.”

“Oh?” You sit up, arching to peek at the courtyard. “I can’t see anything.”

“You will,” promises Eren. When you look at him, he grins and grabs your hand again, “You’ll love it, I promise.”

“I’m excited,” you confess shyly. “Everybody’s told me a lot about the ceremony for your birthdays.”

“Yeah?” Eren replies with a light laugh. “Have any of your memories come back, by the way? I know the last time we met, things were still unclear.”

“They still are,” you admit honestly, “but things are getting easier. I’m finally back to where I think I was before. It’s definitely less confusing.”

Eren laughs genuinely. “That’s good to know. I thought the idea of betrothed marriage disgusted you.”

“No, never,” you insist, shaking your head. “It was…a surprise, yes. But, it’s not so bad.”

The prince smirks playfully, “no?”

“No,” you tease. “I think it’s going to work out fine for me.”

You have no idea, but the sound of that fills Eren’s chest with joy, something so warm and tight and good that he almost wants to cry. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the lights engulf the courtyard, lanterns being prepared. He wonders if they’ve noticed neither of you are there, or if they care- maybe they know their son well enough to understand what he’s done, where he’s taken you and what he’s about to do. Just before the first royal lantern is lit and lifted to the endless skies of ebony, clustered by blinking stars, Eren’s fingers trace patterns on your skin and you pause, looking at him.

“My Y/N,” he starts, his voice unusually quiet and nervous. You try to meet his eyes but he ducks away.

“Yes?” you encourage, but he says nothing. You grasp his hand tighter, “Eren?”

“It is expected of me to like you,” he begins, and those starting words make you shudder cold, “and I’m sorry if this is…I don’t know…forward of me.” He sighs, gasping courage: “But I like you. So much.”

Your world pauses.

“And it would mean everything and more to me,” he continues with a deep and worried voice, “if you would take my hand. In courtship.”

When you say nothing, Eren fears that perhaps you might not understand. He swallows the lump in his throat: “Um, Hannes told me it’s also been called dating. We date. Like…a less intimate version of marriage, I think. Um-”

“I know what courting is,” you nod, unintentionally interrupting and his mouth opens to an ‘o’. He says nothing, feeling slightly embarrassed as time passes. His gut wrenches, he wants to cry and run away. But before he can do this, and before he can regret it, Eren feels your body warmth closer to his and his eyes focus, watching as you gently lean forward and kiss his lips.

It is so gentle, and so fleeting, and missed greatly when you pull away. Eren blinks, dazed, and as the lanterns in the courtyard are gently raised one by one in celebration of Zeke’s birthday, Eren leans himself forward as you join to kiss you again, one hand on his lap and the other cupping the side of your head, fingers in your hair, head in the clouds.

The sky is glittering and glowing with silver and orange, the sound of church bells and cheers in the Kingdom rising in the sky as they set off into the darkness. It is so beautiful, and peaceful as the colours engulf the sky, surrounded by the snow that falls lightly like a kiss, and in between each kiss comes the glimpse of silver from a lantern, the burst of life from fireworks that somebody is setting off deeper in the Kingdom. The colours are royal and gorgeous, reds and blues and whites and a bright gold, lost and missed between kisses as he closes his eyes, and yours, too.

Intimacy is sacred, something reserved for marriage, but after tonight, there is no way Eren can resist the urge and need to be with you. You fill a space in Eren that had otherwise been left empty and exposed, like a lost and found puzzle piece that completes the set. Eventually one hand on your head becomes two, and confidence inside Eren is ripped through when your hands grasp his wrists, bringing him closer, the need and lust and yearning for one another so absolute and passionate that even Hannes, who is still by the stairs, can feel the love. When Eren finally realises he is being selfish, stealing your sight of the highly regarded birthday celebration, he pulls away and rests his forehead against your own, catching his breath.

He could shy away when he opens his eyes and sees your own looking right back at him, but he does not. Instead he smiles, so brightly that he resembles the life in the sky, and my Gods, he is so breathtaking, so divine and regal and beautiful that it hurts. The truth now is that meeting Eren had been one of the biggest mysteries and accidents of your life, whilst also being the absolute completion of it. The sight of lanterns fills your eyes like a painting and Eren notices that Hannes is shuffling towards him, a lantern that he had fetched whilst you were otherwise occupied being thrust into his hands.

“Y/N,” Eren calls quickly, and you catch sight of the lantern in his hands and smile widely.

Down below, from the courtyard dazzled with lights in the sky, Lady Yeager turns in awe at the sight, in circles staring at the sky. She pauses on her second rotation, her eyes piercing to gaze at the turret near Eren’s bedroom; the sight of a lone silver lantern rising to the sky makes her heart burst with something new, something tight and relieving and warm. Everybody had noticed Eren’s absence, along with your own, and it wasn’t hard to put together the pieces.

She smiles, knowing better. Oh, to be young and in love.

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Chapter 07 ⋆ Held Captive

WAYS OF FREEDOM┊Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Modern Fem!Reader ┊2nd POV

In which a chronically online Gen Z that went through the pandemic goes to the Attack on Titan Universe and tries her very best to change the ending with an "I can fix him" mentality.

⋆ CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 3.9k words

⋆ WARNINGS: manga spoilers

⋆ AUTHOR's NOTE: This entire chapter was so fun to write before because I remember watching those TikTok vids of what happens when 'you randomly wake up in the AOT universe' and I knew fans would be in disbelief and fangirl on the spot but also have doubts if this was real LMAO. Hope you have fun reading!

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𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝟖𝟓𝟏.

“ABOUT DAMN TIME you woke up.”

          At the sound of a gruff voice with a deep french accent, your head snapped toward the direction of the owner in the dimly lit cell. Your eyes widened as you recognized it was none other than Levi Ackerman himself. 

          He was accompanied by Hange, Mikasa, and Armin trailing closely behind him. The flickering light from a lone candle danced across their faces, sending shivers down your spine at the sight of them all together, their presence adding an air of tension and danger to the already claustrophobic room.

          Your breath hitched as your palm went to cover your mouth.

          Holy shit.

          They really were real.

          As in real people.

          Fucking hell, they were in front of you.

          The hand covering your mouth instinctively went up to touch your wound, reminding you of your reality. 

          You winced. 

          This is insane! Your mind screamed.

          You still couldn’t believe it. Just a few minutes ago — wait, a few days ago you reminded yourself — these were the characters from your favorite manga and anime series you cried for. 

          Cried for! You cried and mourned for them even though they were supposed to be fictional, yet now they were real. Real people in front of you. 

          Damn, I feel like Thor in that scene with Loki in Ragnarok!

          Your mind was screaming with excitement and disbelief and heck, the fangirl in you even screamed at the thought of how many fans would kill to be in your position right now.

          You stole a quick glance at Eren whose intense gaze was already fixed on their arrival. Feeling nervous and awkward, you tried to break the tension with a joke replying to Levi.

          Gosh, you were replying to Levi! The Levi Ackerman!

          “To be fair, that was the best sleep I’ve ever had,” you said with a nervous chuckle before immediately keeping your mouth shut and regretting it. 

          Your stomach churned, and your hands anxiously grasped the iron bars, knowing these people were natural skeptics, hardened soldiers who had dedicated their entire lives to protecting humanity in this brutal world. A mere joke won’t get through them just like that. You braced yourself for their scrutiny, knowing they would want to know every detail of where you came from and how you ended up here on the island.

          You gulped, as the only thing you could do to save yourself from embarassment was touch your necklace for comfort.

          Levi remained unfazed by your attempt at humor and instead crossed his arms in boredom. Feeling intimidated by his stoic demeanor, you shifted your focus to Hange who was practically beaming at you with curiosity. 

          With a jaunty wave and a bright smile, Hange introduced themselves to you. “Hello! My name is Hange Zoe. Commander of the Survey Corps here in Paradis Island.”

          Despite their intimidating eye patch beneath their odd looking glasses, Hange exuded a welcoming presence that put you at ease amongst the others  who were still suspicious of you. You wouldn’t really blame them for doing their job at being wary of an outlander who had mysteriously appeared in their land in the middle of nowhere. Literally. But as you caught a glimpse of Hange’s exhausted appearance, your heart sank for a moment, knowing the constant struggles and sacrifices they must have faced as the new Commander.

          Especially after losing Erwin.

          At this, you offered Hange a small smile. “Hello.”

          Seeing your response, Hange wasted no time in interrogating you about your origins and intentions and all you could do was blink. Hange eagerly questioned, “What’s your name? Why were you outside the walls? Are you a shifter? And where did you come from—?”

          “Tsk, calm down, Hange.”

          Too stunned to speak, your gaze flickered back and forth to Hange and Levi, the iconic dynamic between these two being evident. Their personalities were like two sides of a coin yet they seemed to complement each other perfectly.

          And then all of a sudden, you were hit by the memory of that panel of them in the manga. The pain from seeing them both being so vulnerable in accepting their fate alone was still so fresh and all of this was just too much for you to handle.

          Sensing that tears almost formed in your eyes, you cleared your throat to get rid of the overwhelming feeling before opening your mouth to speak, your name rolling off your tongue with ease.

          Hange attempted to pronounce your name, but to no avail, they made a mistake and you gladly helped to correct them.

          “So, Y/N,” started Hange, “As you’ve noticed, we’re here to talk. How exactly did you end up outside the walls?”

          You gulped at the question and your eyes flickered to Armin who brought out a notebook and pen to probably record your words.

          Shit. What exactly do you say to them?

          “I. . . I . . .”

          You were aware that your sudden appearance on Paradis Island had taken them by surprise and they were determined to uncover any potential threats or liabilities. Perhaps that was why they had thrown you in this cell without explanation in the first place, because you could only assume that it was because they saw you as a potential threat. 

          You bit your lip hard and sighed. “I’m not sure.”

          The members of the Survey Corps exchanged looks of confusion before Hange spoke up again. “You’re not sure? Why is that?”

          A hand went through your hair and you realized some strands were tangled at the end. You purse your lips into a thin line in frustration. “It’s. . . complicated.”

          “How complicated?”

          “Well. . . I can’t fully explain it myself. And you probably won’t believe me, anyway.”

          “Just admit that you’re a spy from Marley so we can be over this already,” interrupted Levi, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

          At this accusation, your brows furrowed and a look of hurt flashed across your face. “What? You thought I was a spy? Oh, hell no!” you exclaimed, incredulous.

          Taking a deep breath, you replied cautiously. "Look, I’m not a spy. I just — come from a place. . . far away from here.” 

          Your eyes darted around nervously, careful not to reveal too much.

          “How far exactly?” asked Armin.

          Hange's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Far away? How did you end up so far away?" they asked. “How is that even possible? There were no ships on sight, but only the lightning on the place we saw you.”

          How much could you reveal without putting yourself in danger? How could you explain the truth without sounding insane?

          “Like I said, it’s complicated.”

          “Where exactly do you come from?”

          They were insistent, you noted.

         You took a deep breath before telling them about your country. The least you could do was give them little information about you. 

         Hange looked puzzled and said, “I’ve never heard of such a place.” They turned their attention towards Eren. “Is it far from Marley?”

          Eren, who was quiet the entire time, shook his head. “I’m not sure.”

          “That’s because it’s not from here,” you said, cutting them off. “It doesn’t matter, really. As for how I got here, well. . . I was sleeping in the sand. . . ?” 

          At their unconvinced looks, you sighed and raised your hands in defeat. “Okay, fine! I don’t know how I got here, okay? It doesn’t even matter if you believe me or not. . . I’m already stuck in this prison, anyway.”

          You knew deep down that telling them about your recurring dreams would only make things worse. But Hange's serious expression made you rethink keeping the truth hidden.

          "It matters to us more than you know,” they implored. “You will not leave this cell until you tell us more about how you got here.”

          "I swear I mean no harm," you pleaded. “Look, please believe me when I tell you I have no ill intentions toward you guys or — or be a spy as you say — I just want to go home,” you said, desperation creeping into your voice.

          Hange thought carefully about your words. Your eyes searched for sympathy in their faces.

          There was none.

          “Alright, then. . .” trailed Hange, frowning. "Perhaps you can tell us what this is?"

          Your heart skipped a beat as Hange held up the object in question.

          You gasped realizing what it was. 

          My phone! Your mouth went dry.

          “Where — where did you — where did you get that?” you asked anxiously, stumbling over your words.

          “Oh, this?" said Hange casually. 

          You nodded eagerly, gripping the bars of your cell tightly. 

          "One of my soldiers discovered it near where we found you. We believe it belongs to you, but we weren't certain. So tell us, what is this device? Is it some sort of weapon from where you came from? Or a form of communication? Hmm, Sasha did say she saw her face before it disappeared. Well, that was odd."

          “What?” you said dumbfoundedly.

          “So what is this then?” Hange prodded, their curiosity piqued.

          Your heart raced as you gulped nervously. 

          Don’t say anything. A voice in the back of your mind warned you not to reveal any information, knowing it could potentially be used against you. Unable to speak, you simply shook your head hesitantly. 

          Don’t say anything.

          “Eh? Not even a name?”

          Don’t say anything.

          You kept quiet and shook your head again, letting go of the cell as silence lingered.

          Don’t say anything.

          "Well," Hange said, tapping their chin thoughtfully. "It's settled then. I won't give it back to you."

          Your eyes almost bulge. “What? No! Please —”

          “Well, you can have it back if you can tell us what it does," they challenged, holding out your phone expectantly. “But for now, it belongs to the Survey Corps.”

          Hange's decision was made, you noted.

          "Please — please don't do anything to it. Please," you begged desperately. Your eyes fell to Armin. “I'll tell you what it is, but please. . . don’t try to do anything to it, I beg you. . .”

          And that was that. With not much information gained from you, they left with a promise to to return at some point, but where did that leave you now? Stuck in a creaking prison bed, your heart shattered into fragments as you struggled to make sense of the situation.

          This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real.

          You tried to gaslight yourself that this wasn’t your reality now. No. It can’t be. This couldn't be happening. It was all just a nightmare. This wasn't your reality. 

          This isn’t real.

          But the cold, hard walls around you and the stifling air in your cell were constant reminders that this was all too real.

          And for a moment, you felt like it was the start of the pandemic all over again.

          Stuck and alone.

          “This isn’t real. . .”

          And the only thing you could do now is play with your necklace for comfort, muttering words over and over again. 

          “This isn’t real. . . This isn’t real. . .”

          Hange always knew what to do.

          When Erwin Smith died, the position of being the Commander was passed to them to take charge of the Survey Corps. It was a huge burden to bear, but with Levi by their side, Hange knew how to move forward. 

          And so Hange always knew what to do during times of turmoil in the Survey Corps.

          It was never easy, per se, but they had a natural curiosity and drive for knowledge that often led them to seek out new discoveries which helped them. And it was this same thirst for knowledge that had drawn them to join the Survey Corps in the first place. 

          But as Hange stood in their office, mulling over the mysterious item they had found outside the walls and now held in their hand, they were at a loss for what to do next.

          Yes, the Survey Corps always had a plan to whatever is laid upon them, but this was different. Perhaps they will come up with a plan later on, but now, they have none.

          Hange did not know what to do.

          It had been a few days after that interrogation with you, and still, no information out of your mouth. They tried visiting again but you were always asleep whenever they came to talk to you.

          “I don’t buy it, Hange.” 

          Levi finally spoke up, breaking their reverie.

          Hange blinked.

          The weight of Levi’s suspicion and scrutiny lingered in the air and Hange sighed heavily at his words.

          “I know. . .” said Hange, “. . . there’s more to it. I can feel it. And with the way she reacted, this object seemed important to her.”

          Hange placed the object on the table and tried to take a sip of their tea that Levi prepared. “Do you think it’s used for communication? Or perhaps something more? I don’t think it’s a weapon. It doesn’t look like it could explode any time soon. . .”

          “It’s obvious that she’s hiding something about it.”

          “I know that.”

          “So I’m in for a torture if that’s the only option for us to have her talk.” Levi declared, like it was nothing new.

          Hange shook their head, and grabbed the object to inspect it once again. “I don’t think that’s necessary, Levi.”

          “And why is that?”

          “The evidence is right there. She’s no shifter and is quite far away from where she came from.”

          “But it’s not enough for us to trust her.”

          Levi was right. But still, Hange couldn't shake off their gut feeling that there was more to this stranger than met the eye.

          “I know.”

          They already had this conversation before. But with you regaining consciousness and not muttering a word at what the object does seemed to be a problem to them. 

          But their conversation got interrupted when Armin bursted into the room, panting and out of breath.

          “Commander Hange—” Armin saluted before quickly catching his breath to deliver the urgent message. “—it’s about the Military Police.”

          “The Military Police?” said Hange.

          Armin nodded, trying to make his face remain stoic. “Yes. I overheard a few of their soldiers talking about the rumors regarding our captive being a shifter. They wanted to take custody of her after they received news that she’s awake. They believe that even though the Survey Corps found her, it was up to them to imprison her under the Military Police’s name and not ours. And also. . . they seemed to be asking for a trial.”

          “Unbelievable,” Hange breathed. 

          At this, Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance. 

          The Military Police always seemed to be looking for excuses to assert their power and control, even if it wasn’t their choice to make. He could feel his blood boil with anger.

          Not those bastards again, he thought to himself before dismissing Armin. “Return to your duties again and gather the others once you are done. We will have a meeting later to discuss this matter.”

          “Yes, Captain.” Armin nodded to the both of them and was now out of sight.

          He turned to Hange and said, “We need to do something.”

          Hange’s jaw clenched in frustration. Just moments ago, they were discussing this topic and now it seemed like their fears were coming true. 

          “We found her first,” Hange said. “We found her outside the walls, not here, therefore she is under our jurisdiction.”

          “If they decide to take her, we may not have a choice,” argued Levi.

          Hange took a deep breath. “This is ridiculous! The Survey Corps found her first. And why are they even doing this? There’s no need for a trial!”

          Levi let out a frustrated sigh. They were already dealing with so much chaos and sacrifice, and now this happens? 

          “What do you suggest we do?”

          Hange's expression hardened as they made up their mind.

          “Let’s go, Levi. We’re going to have a little chat with them.”

          Hange and Levi wasted no time and immediately went to confront the Military Police in their headquarters. 

          Nile Dok, the commander of the Military, was taken aback by their sudden arrival. He sighed, the corners of his mustache frowning. “I’m guessing the news reached you two already.”

          Hange gave a curt nod.

          “This wasn’t my idea,” was all Nile said. 

          Levi crossed his arms. “Doesn’t matter. The Military Police do not need to call for a trial over this one. The Survey Corps has it under control.”

         ��One of the members of the Military Police scoffed loudly. 

          “Under control? You call it under control? You couldn’t even handle what those traitors did before! We cannot afford another incident like that!”

          Hange stepped forward, their expression stern. “I assure you that the Survey Corps has this under control. The stranger poses no threat to humanity as we’ve checked before that she isn’t a shifter. I understand your concerns but it seems that you are only using this as an excuse—”

          “And how can we trust your word?” One of the Military Police officers said, clearly not convinced by Hange’s words. “After all, wasn’t it the members of the Survey Corps who caused more damage than good within the walls? That Eren may have blocked the hole before but that doesn’t guarantee that there won’t be any new trouble coming from you!”

          Another officer spoke up, his voice gruff and full of disdain. “And what about her allegiance, huh? How do we know she isn’t working for Marley? She could be a spy! Have you already forgotten what the Female Titan did to our soldiers?!” 

          Levi stepped forward, his glare aimed at the officers. He argued, “Have you already forgotten that Annie Leonhart was from the Military Police? Therefore was your responsibility?” 

          The tension in the room was palpable as both sides stood their ground.

          Levi then turned towards Hange and continued. “The Survey Corps will conduct further investigation about this matter. Whether she is a threat or not. What worries me is if we turn her over to you, what happens then? You put the blame on us for what happened with the Female Titan, but it seems you have only shown your incompetence in handling matters like this.”

          The officer did not say anything and merely scoffed.

          Finally, Nile spoke again. 

          “Look,” Nile said with a resigned tone. “We will try to hold off on the trial for now. But the others will still demand for it. We’ll give you a few days to try to settle this. You must promise that this individual will be under constant watch for any suspicious activity.”

          To Hange, it seemed like Nile was against this but only followed the orders of his fellow officers. 

          Hange and Levi exchanged glances. 

          “A trial is still too much,” Hange tried to argue. “But for what it’s worth, we will do our best to have her detained and remain in our custody.”

          And with none left to be said, Hange and Levi left.

          Now back in the headquarters of the Survey Corps, Hange had to drink another tea prepared by Levi to not go insane by what just happened.

          Levi broke the silence. “The brats are on their way.”

          Hange’s fist clenched in frustration and almost banged their head on the table. “How could they—!”

          “Keep your shit together, Hange. I said the brats are on their way.”

          “What do we do, Levi?”

          And so a few minutes later, Hange found themselves sitting at the head of the table, throwing a quick glance amongst their gathered subordinates—Mikasa, Armin, Eren, Jean, Connie, and Sasha who are members of the Levi Squad, were all present in the meeting to discuss their next course of action on what to do about you. 

           And Levi was in the corner, drinking his tea.

          “What seems to be the matter, Commander Hange?” 

          They all looked at Hange expectantly, eager to know what to do about the situation.

          “That is why you are all gathered here.” Hange’s voice was laced with tension as they addressed the group. The urgent matter at hand weighed heavily on their mind. 

          “As you all know, we need to come up with a plan to handle this. . . situation.” Hange paused, searching for the right word to describe the mysterious stranger that had been brought before them. “There will be a trial for our captive set by the Military Police.”

          The group reacted in unison, a mixture of shock and disbelief.

          “Meaning that they want to take her into their custody,” Levi interjected.

          Their expressions became grim. 

          “Did this person even give any explanation for her sudden appearance?” asked Jean.

          Hange nodded. “Yes, but the information she has given us seemed. . . off. Like she’s hiding something. Levi suspected she may be a spy for Marley, but the girl strongly denied it.”

          “It seemed like she knew something.” Eren interjected, his brows furrowed.

          “What do you mean, Eren?” Armin questioned, stealing a quick glance with Mikasa.

          “She said she woke up sleeping in the sand, Armin. This is the first time we reached the ocean. Meaning she’s not from inside the walls.”

          “Exactly,” said Hange. “The object that Sasha found, well, it is rather strange. . . and I can’t quite put a finger on it but there is something about her that doesn’t add up.”

          “Like with what I’ve suspected, there are also suspicions from the Military Police that she may be a shifter or a spy. But it’s clear that she doesn’t heal,” said Levi.

          “But why would they think that?” Sasha asked.

          “It’s likely due to her mysterious background and sudden appearance,” Hange argued. “They see it as too much of a coincidence seeing as it’s only been a year since the attack of the Beast Titan.”

          “Perhaps talking to General Zachary about this could help?” offered Armin. 

          “It’s too late. The Military Police already did that. And asking Historia for this would be too much.”

          Mikasa spoke up for the first time since arriving at the meeting. “She poses no threat to us as long as she is imprisoned.”

          “Yeah,” agreed Connie. “She’s locked up so why would they want her to be imprisoned under the Military Police? It’s not like she’ll escape or anything.”

          “We should talk to her again, Commander Hange,” Armin said with a firm tone. 

          Hange nodded in agreement. “Yes, I think that’s the best plan for now. Then sooner or later, we find out if she’s dangerous or not. But I am curious as to why she doesn’t want me to touch the object.” 

          Hange hummed, placing a finger under their chin. “Could be helpful if we find out what this object is for after I try to run some experiments on it. . .”

          “This meeting is adjourned.” Levi’s cold voice echoed through the room as he dismissed the group. His gaze settled at Armin. “Everyone else can leave except for you. Prepare to take down notes when we visit later.”

          Eren jumped to his feet. “I’ll come too,” he said with determination.

          “No.”

          “But Captain—” Eren tried to argue.

          “I said no.”

          But Eren was insistent. “My father’s memories might hold some answers. It might be able to help us figure out if she’s telling the truth or not.”

          “Eren,” said Mikasa with a warning tone.

          Armin shifted uncomfortable in his seat, his brow furrowing with worry. “I don’t think that’s wise, Eren. . .”

          “Armin’s right,” said Levi. But with one look at Hange’s state, he sighed and rubbed a hand over his temples.

          “Fine,” Levi relented after a few seconds. “But stay back and don’t interfere. The rest of you are dismissed. Return now to your duties.”

          Mikasa turned to Levi with a glare. “If Eren is going, then so will I.”

          Levi glared back. “Stop disobeying my orders, you brat.” He tried to ignore her and went for another tea.

          “Enough of that,” Hange interrupted with a determined look. “Let’s hope our captive talks this time. We’re paying that prison cell a visit again.”

To be continued . . .

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[empathicliar]

eren loves pussy. nothing more or nothing less. he loves looking at pussy, sliding his fingers through the folds to feel just how much his efforts have paid off. he loves kissing pussy. something about his lips touching everything puffy and sensitive has him grinding into the sheets, almost dragging an orgasm out of himself.

but most of all, eren yeager loves eating pussy. he loves massaging his long tongue onto your clit, flicking that muscle just enough for those gaspy moans to fall and a smirk he refuses to hide upturns on his lips. he loves holding you in place and watching your body fully submit to his. 

he absolutely adores the way you push him down when you get desperate and it feels almost impossible not to ride his face from below. he takes pride in making you feel good, so when it comes to you showing off some new panties you’d ordered from victoria's secret and that pussy print just keeps nagging at him, he’s losing it inside and out.

you pop the string on the side of your curvy hip and frown. “ i don't think i like the pink. “ you pout with doubt, assuming your husband would agree until that mirror is hogged with his body. 

head cocked beyond degrees and he’s just staring, eyes flushed over with hunger that can't be disdained by food. he’s craving you in every way it almost feels wrong for him to rub your body innocently.

 and now, he’s goneeee.

which isn't surprising considering he’s been eating your pussy through the seams of wink pinkie underwear for ten minutes, uttering “ too pretty to take off yet.” whenever you pleaded for more. those almond colored locks gained nothing but tugs the whole time he teased your body, spit on the mattress from his lack of morals. his chin wet with his own fluid and your arousal that kept pouring.

that lace rubs and nips and sometimes hurts a little too fucking good when eren pushes his head into your cunt, face almost completely covered from how tight your thighs hold him in. it's like he's proving a point down there, that he doesn't have to do much to get you off, that one flick can send you overboard, wanting more. -  that you may be easy when it comes to him.

and when you're too high off of pleasure to think, he can get you to admit that every. single. time.

[promiscvus]

the crazy thing is that i’ll stfu rn if i had some of that fictional sex yall be writing on here

[co-psycho]

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Riding then jerking him off

Armin eating you out

Armin praising your body

Dry humping

Pumping himself in your pussy

Sitting on his face

Jerking him off as he becomes a moaning mess

Rough pussy eating

Armin trying to gain your attention

Dry humping pt 2

Face fucking

Armin teasing you with his fingers

Squirting on his fingers

Rough cream pie

Playing with your clit, while fucking you

Slow passionate sex

[tulassecondblog]

black reader discourse…

I am quite frankly, very tired of seeing posts complaining about ‘hood’ Y/Ns and all of you coming out of the woodwork to proclaim that you don’t act this way and it’s disgusting to act this way and you hate fics where the reader wears wigs or acrylics or says the N-word and how all of these are just an inaccurate representation of our community. this is just very coon like behavior and is giving pick me.

yall know very well that fics including black women didn’t even exist until very recently. i’m grateful for every fic written whether it’s bad or good. either way they are contributing to the growth of a very niche community and helping establishing our presence here on this app. i’ve been on this app for like 12 years and I remember in the very early days when fics first started including black mc’s. no matter how the black mc was represented there would still be people in the mentions/comments like ‘eww gross you n***** why did you write this?’ or ‘this fic is so good but why is she black?’. we were quite literally fighting for our right to exist on this app.

hood culture is, like it or not, a big part of the black community and it’s not all negative. it’s a cultural movement that spawned from us being barred from white spaces and seen as the ‘inferior’ race no matter how we presented ourselves. hood girls deserve to see themselves in fiction just like everyone else. they deserve love without the implication that they need to imitate others/change themselves to seem more ‘civilized’. they aren’t bad people just because you don’t share the same style, vocab, interests and hobbies as they do.

whenever you bring this up you are giving non black people a free pass to insert themselves and say ‘yes omg so ghetto’. there are enough people against us. i would never help facilitate a conversation which further criticizes our community. especially when it’s related to very real people whose experiences you are trying to devalue.

[cigarettesandcoffeex]

Can enemies to lovers ACTUALLY be ENEMIES to lovers?!?!

I don’t want to hear no “I hate them! But I wanna kiss them so bad”

NO, Y/N! YOU HATE THEM, YOU’RE DISGUSTED BY THEM. NO MORE “They make me so mad, but those big strong arms…”