#eren yeager fanfiction

[ichijager13]

Teach Me How To Be Loved

Chapter XV Who am I to sympathize when no one gave a damn

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader, past relationships: Reiner Braun x reader, Jean kristein x reader

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Reiner Braun, Jean Kristein, Carla Jäger, Sophie Jäger.

Tags: Unhealthy coping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating, and a touch of sweet, lovable, and non fuckboy Eren Jäger

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Masterlist, AO3,  Playlists: Reader’s POV, Eren’s POV

A/N: Hey, hey, heeeeeey! Guess who have decided to pick up her fanfic and update it. Yes, this lazy Ichi! I'm really sorry for taking so long to update, I didn't abandon this story, I promise.

Also thank you so much for reading and supporting my works.

Ichi  ❤️  

Quickly glancing at your reflection in the mirror, you tucked the rebellious locks behind your ear and smoothed your ponytail. It took you a while before you realized you were smiling at the woman staring back at you. Lately, you had been smiling a lot. You were sleeping better, and you felt happier. It was all thanks to him. Thanks to Eren.

With this thought in mind, you opened the door and threw yourself in his arms.

“Easy girl. You startled me.” He giggled, wrapping his arms around you. Nothing eased your soul and mind more than his warm embraces and presence. Whenever he was around, you felt light and carefree. Like the first page of a new sketchbook. “I just went to buy some croissants a couple of blocks away.” His voice was warm and soothing, like the first ray of sun after months of cold winter. “How about we continue this inside?" he asked a few seconds later, playfully poking your nose.

Smiling, you laced your fingers with his and led him inside your apartment.

There was something about this man that made you feel warm and fuzzy. Something you had always tried to name but failed to Was it his emerald green eyes and the way they looked at you as if you were a unique piece of art? The tone of his voice that softened whenever you were around? The bright smile that made his eyes shine and your heart jump in its place? Maybe it was the way his heartbeat synched perfectly with yours whenever you found yourself in his embrace? Or maybe it was all of the above and much, much more.

The feeling of his hand caressing your hair lovingly brought you back to reality.

“What’s on your mind, love?” he asked, offering you one of those smiles that made you want to hug him and never let go.

“You,” you instantly replied without thinking. Your cheeks turned crimson the second you realized what you had just said. Feeling shy, you buried your face in his chest.

He slowly cupped your chin and made you look at him. A smile curled up the corners of his mouth before his arms dropped to your waist. “I’m happy I’m up there,” he breathed against your lips before leaving a couple of chaste kisses. “Did you eat?” he inquired as he pulled away, and it made your heart melt. You had no idea what you did to deserve someone like him, but you were glad to have him in your life.

“No, was waiting for my handsome man.” A cheeky smile adorned your blushing face, making him chuckle.

“What a lucky man!”

After you two had breakfast, you did the dishes while he went to take a shower. You were about to finish when you heard the soft ding of received notifications.

A few seconds later, you grabbed your phone and checked the notification.

You had no clue how long you had been standing there, staring at your phone in shock. Feeling overwhelmed by your racing thoughts and feelings, you didn’t even notice Eren’s presence until he placed a hand on your shoulder and called your name.

“Are you alright, love?” His voice was filled with genuine concern as his eyebrows shot up his forehead.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, pocketing your phone. “Just one of those war videos popped in.” You managed to pull up a smile before looking at him. “Want me to blow-dry your hair for you, dear?” you asked, hugging him.

Please don’t ask more questions.

“Would love to!”

Relief washed over you as those words came out of him.

After he left, you spent most of the evening staring at the text you received earlier that day. The number wasn’t registered, but you knew it was your sibling’s.

The noises coming from the living room were terrifying. Feeling your sibling’s small body tremble next to you, you moved closer and wrapped both arms around the frail silhouette. Your father had always scared you to death, but there were nights, like this one, when the word fear failed to come close to describing what you were feeling.

Hiding in your closet, you tried to stay as quiet as possible. If only you could stay hidden until he’d pass out on the couch from how much he drank that night. Trying to remember why he was angry this time, your brain kept racing as angry curses and threats reached your ears. You kept repeating that you needed to remain quiet, to not lose your grip and cry, to not utter a sound or a breath. You needed to stay here until the storm passed. You needed to hide your little sibling. To protect them from the monster you referred to as ‘dad’.

Dad, the word rotted in your mouth and felt like poison each time you said it. Deep down inside, you knew that you had a father, not a dad.

‘Dad passed away last night. The funeral will be held this Thursday afternoon.’ Your eyes scanned the two lines over and over again. It felt weird because, for you, your father died the day you left for college over a decade ago.

Sitting on the floor, bearfoot, you continued staring at your screen. Having no idea what you were experiencing, you let your head fall back as your tears silently traveled down your flushed cheeks.

Why are you crying now? The voice inside your head scoffed. He finally got what he deserved.

But you knew you weren’t crying because of that. You weren’t sad because he died or for his loss. How could you be sad for losing what you never had? How could you cry over someone who has hurt you for years? Someone you would never forgive. And even if you wanted to, it was too late. You crossed the point of no return years ago, and there was no going back now. There was nothing to go back for.

Remember all the things he did to you? all the bruises and stitches. All the scars and wounds. The voice kept arguing. Remember how he hurt you? how he damaged you. how he brought you down and broke you to pieces. The voice persisted. It became angrier, slowly becoming scary. He’s worse than Jean.

You knew that, and you weren’t willing to forgive him for that. You never intended to do so.

Then why the fuck are you crying?

You wished you had an answer, but you didn’t. You wished you weren’t this lost. You wished the news left you indifferent.

A couple of hours later, you finally found the resolve to stand up and go finish your work. With a cup of herbal tea in one hand and your phone in the other, you were about to take place by your desk when you received a call.

Frowning, you rejected it, but the number called again. After the fourth attempt, you gave up and took the call.

"Hello, sis, it’s been a while,” the voice greeted. Hearing how much it changed, you realized it had, in fact, been a while. That little, soft voice that asked you a million questions was no longer there. That innocent voice was gone. and that convinced you more of how pointless it was to dwell on the past and try to rebuild burned bridges.

“Hi,” you simply replied.

Discouraged by your cold tone, they took a deep breath before asking, “How are you?”

“Known better days.”

“I can imagine,” they mumbled. "So... are you coming?” they asked after a brief hesitation. “It’s been years, and I... I need your presence. I need you, sis.” Their voice broke, and you could’ve sworn you could hear your heart crack. But they had made their choice years ago when they decided to forgive your father. To choose him over you. To choose the one who mistreated them over the one who looked after them and loved them unconditionally. Each time you remembered that night, your heart fell to pieces and your soul shattered. You and your sibling made an oath. You promised each other to stay together, to help one another, and to start all over again far away from that doomed house.

It’s about time we went back home. Their words echoed infinitely in your head. Forgive and forget, sis. He’s our father, after all. He’s the only family we have left. Their words were mixed with angry voices and loud banging against the door. They were covered by the sound of hectic sobbing and whispered promises. Promises little you made to make out alive, to escape this living hell as soon as possible, to seek freedom and live.

“I’ll wait for. Please, you don’t forget the pro—” Knowing what they were about to say, you hung up before they had the chance to finish their sentence.

“Why, why, why, why!!” you kept repeating as a broken record. “Why do you always insist on doing this to me?" You fell to the ground, crying. “Why now. Why. I’m finally happy. I’m finally having a normal and peaceful life. I’m finally living my life.” Your fist slammed the cold floor beneath you over and over. “Give me a break. Haven’t you had enough?"

[fqiryspit]

an: HAPPY BIRTHDAY EREN!!!

eren x fem!reader. cw: smut, dick sucking, an adorable relationship 🥺

b-day boy!eren who wakes up with breakfast in bed from you 🥺

b-day boy!eren who gets his first gift right away, a good morning suck

"fuuuuck!" his voice is all raspy too, his warm cum drizzling out the side of your mouth as you swallow him <3

b-day boy!eren wants to stay in and binge horrible tv shows while eating takeout with you <33

b-day boy!eren whose laughing his ass off as you guys play some made-up card game while the reality tv show plays in the background

b-day boy!eren who games with the others while you shower and get ready for bed

b-day boy!eren who melts when you walk out in a gorgeous lingerie set and just says "Igottago" before throwing his headset and controller away

"when did you get this?" he grins into a kiss, hands running over your body

"2 weeks ago, just for you"

"fuck, y/n"

b-day boy!eren who fucks you all night to finish off his day, making you cum over and over until you're a limp doll he's using up <33

b-day boy!eren who spreads kisses all over your face right before you both fall asleep

"this was the best birthday ever, y/n...thank you"

.

an: my baby 🥺 HAPPY BIRTHDAY EREN!! 🥳 wanted to do this 4 him rq to finish off the day 💞 it was such a fun day on twitter! seeing all the fanart was just amazing! I always look forward to his b-day <33

[emepe]

— Pairing: Eren x Reader, strangers to friends (partners in crime-ish?)

— General info: modern AU, one-shot, slice of life

— Summary: The ultimate master of getting snacks is a stupid title, for an equally clumsy boy.

Meeting Eren when your snack gets stuck in a vending machine. I could see him shaking it against y/n’s better judgement and accidentally knocking a billion snacks down.

— Content warnings: --

— Notes: A special thank you to the anon who sent this prompt! It’s really cute, I hope you enjoy it, wherever you are :)

Links: AO3 |  Masterlist

Thud!

“Motherfu—”

You bite your lip to refrain from letting out a tiny yelp of pain after you stupidly kick against the solid metal cover of the vending machine, your foot at an angle with which your big toe absorbed most of the blow.  

It would be a different story if you were wearing anything other than a pair of flimsy purple flip-flops, but alas, who would think to wear steel-toed boots to the public pool?

Just as you finish serving the metal box a smack on its side — a small price to pay for holding your rocket popsicle hostage — a husky laugh comes up behind you.  

“Woah! What’d that poor vending machine do to you?”

You’re met with a pleasant face and boyish grin, green eyes shimmering with amusement under the blaring heat of the summer sun, as they take in your sweaty forehead and prominent scowl.

“The stupid machine won’t give me my rocket popsicle.” 

You don’t mean to whine, but your top’s sticking to your skin, your hair is a frizzy mess, the heat’s got you in a cranky mood, and you were really looking forward to some multi-flavored goodness melting away in your mouth as you take a break from swimming.

“Are you sure you punched in the number right?” the guy, who you can only assume just got out of the water not too long ago — as water droplets are still clinging to his lashes and dripping down his bare torso — asks as he takes a step forward to aide you.

You scoff, rolling your eyes behind his back as he crouches a little in front of the machine to search for the code that promises a delicious rocket popsicle. 

“Of course, I did.”

“Hmm… well maybe it’s all out? Try with another flavor,” he suggests, to which you extend your palm out in front of him to reveal the spare change you collected after the machine so graciously robbed you of a dollar and fifty cents in exchange for nothing. 

“It wouldn’t have charged me if it was out. I think it just got stuck on the coil,” you huff with annoyance, not so much toward your friendly helper, but rather the giant inanimate scammer behind him. 

Laughter bubbles from his lips and he reaches toward you to ruffle your hair somewhat affectionately as if you’re close friends and he’s used to teasing you like that. 

“Ah, you should’ve told me that sooner. You see, I am the ultimate master at getting out stuck snacks from vending machines.” His tone is smug and the way he puffs out his chest lightens your mood a little, just enough to pull a giggle from your lips. 

“Is that so? Well, let’s see it,” you challenge him, crossing your arms over your chest and quirking an eyebrow as if to say you’ll revoke his self-proclaimed title upon failure to grant you your rocket popsicle.

“Ok, then,” he accepts promptly, tilting his head and taking a second to crack his knuckles and straightening his back before approaching the vending machine once more.

“You see,” he explains as he closes his eyes and presses an ear against the machine — as if that actually does anything, as if he can actually see what’s wrong inside the machine through his ears. “There’s a trick to these machines. I call it The Snack Hack — patent pending,” he adds, only opening his eyes to shoot you a cocky wink. “All you gotta do is…”

Bam! Bam! Bam!

You watch with bewilderment as Eren gives the front of the machine three (apparently) strategic punches.

There’s no way that worked, right?

Right.

Eren comes up empty-handed and you snort at his sheepish expression.

“Ultimate master, my ass,” you laugh, and he can’t help but join you even though his face is flushed a deep shade of red.

“Okay, okay, so maybe I’m not the ultimate master at getting snacks out but you gotta give me some points for trying,” he grins.

“Fine, I’ll give you that,” you smile back. 

He holds your gaze for a couple of seconds, smiling widely at your own gleeful sunkissed face before he turns his back to you and wraps his arms around the sides of the machine.

“What are you doing?” you ask, a hint of alarm lacing your voice. 

“I’m getting you that rocket popsicle, promise.”

You’re a breath away from asking him to forget it, that you’re not even that eager for a rocket popsicle anymore but his determination is quite endearing, so you simply watch him execute his last resort.

That is until he starts violently shaking the poor vending machine. You’ve never attempted to do anything of the sort yourself, so you can’t really know how heavy a vending machine must be. In any case, just how strong was this guy?

You look around anxiously, fearing any onlookers who might potentially snitch on this event. After all, you’re kind of an accomplice to assaulting the local pool’s vending machine. Luckily, only a few dismissive pairs of eyes seem to cross the shadowed area beside the changing rooms.

“Okay, stop,” you chuckle with slight embarrassment as you try to get your newfound friend to stop shaking the machine. 

That is until one particular jolt causes a series of plops and thuds to erupt inside the machine.

Wide green eyes meet your incredulous ones as the machine finally gets a break from all the violence it suffered today.

The guy crouches down and retrieves a rocket popsicle from the slot that is now cramped with half the contents of the vending machine.

“One rocket popsicle,” he offers casually, though his cheeks are tinted pink as he does a once-over of the area to make sure nobody but you — his accomplice — was a witness to his crime.

“Thank you,” you reply stiffly, also keeping an eye out and trying to look natural as you rip open the packaging and begin to suck down on the cherry-flavored tip of your rocket.

Just as you’re about to go your own ways — absolutely ready to ignore the giant mess you just left behind — a hand wraps around your wrist and you look up at your partner in crime curiously.

“Wait! I uh— I never got your name.”

You giggle and wait for the chunk of cherry ice to fully dissolve in your mouth before extending a hand and giving him your name.

He grins, repeating the name slowly and nodding along — causing you to mirror his expression — before introducing himself as well.

“Eren Jaeger, ultimate snack getter, at your service.”

Masterlist

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

May I please get frat boy eren HC? if your not to busy. loved the story Haze. I love all your work really it’s amazing how you can make the stuff you right about sexy! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ thats real talent!

you ordered some frat boy HC's with uh eren yeager?

coming right up....

Eren's the frat president of Chi Psi (ΧΨ). Best believe it's the biggest frat house on campus. Three stories tall. Built like a colonial mansion.

They throw ragers every night. Don't have a bid? Good luck getting in. Most people wait in lines outside for hours, bodies practically on top of each other.

But hey if you're pretty enough...

He likes virgins. And girls with boyfriends. He doesn't particularly care for freshmen. Thinks of them as desperate. Fond of the chase so if you rebuke him enough...well you've drawn him in.

In all honesty, the alcohol is kind of subpar, beer cans and plastic cups of wine. They run out rather quickly too, and there's a poor freshman boy manning the bar [hey that's what you get if you want to join].

The music is loud. Earth-shatteringly loud. There are strobe lights pinned from the ceiling, visages of red, blue, purple, and green.

Don't challenge him in beer bong. He will win.

It's like fate. Not really. Your eyes meet from across the room. You look away once you notice his intense gaze. You're cute, he observes as he licks his lips. You're dancing next to the wall with a girl. Giggly and flushed. It's clear that you don't really know anyone except her. He maneuvers through the crowd, sauntering right to you. But he's subtle, simply creeping behind you, overhearing how you're complaining about the lack of alcohol.

He steps in, flashing a kilowatt smile. Says he knows a spot in the house, he can get you whatever you want. Your friend is dazed, immediately taken in by his good looks, that dark hair pulled into a bun, his tall and muscular frame that's evident even through the baggy shirt he's wearing. You on the other hand offer a nervous smile, saying you're good. Your friend punches your shoulder.

Eren smiles easily and says your friend can come along, and he's legit. Introduces himself. Your friend shouts over the music, "Wait, aren't you the president?"

Yep. He is. It's a good thing your friend is so eager. He takes you two to the back of the house, and luckily Floch is there. When Eren tilts his head, the ginger already knows what to do. Flatters and flirts your friend, drawing her deep into a conversation as he hands her a bottle of soju.

Now Eren is able to monopolize your attention. He asks enough questions although he's not really hearing what you say as much as he is watching your lips move. Doesn't give a fuck about your major or whatever you're studying.

he has one goal and it's to get into your pants.

[mysticeri]

Pretty Eyes

• For +18 readers who love Attack On Titan, this fantasy goes along with the original storyline.

The year is 834, [y/n] is born [your birth month and day]. On the northwest side of Shiganshina is where you lived, a small cabin for a loving family. Born into a family of Shepards, never did they ever expect [y/n] to be the most important person to a hero who would free all of Paradis..

You grew up with loving parents who kept you away from the horrors of the world. Yes, they are very protective of you since you are an only child, but it’s truly for your own good. Because of them you are very well mannered, kind, smart, and brave. You help your mother cook, clean, gather food, along with many other tasks. Your father taught you how to hunt, chop wood, and other “manly” things because he doesn’t want you to, “depend on some chump”. You have a sense of humor, but your mom made sure to teach you about boundaries. Overall you are independent and strong in the best way possible. Unfortunately without the experience of making friends and talking to neighbors, you really didn’t know how to communicate with anyone besides your parents.

As the dreadful year of 845 comes, so does your rebellious nature of wanting to have fun all the time. You wanted to go out to explore more of Shiganshina, but your parents forbid it from happening. They never told you why, but they did exceptionally well at isolating you from the rest of the city. As your curiosity grew, so did your hunger of meeting new people. How much longer until you can meet a new face for the first time? When can you finally be free to do what you truly want to do?

As the fall of Wall Maria happens, your parents immediately grab you along with some clothes and flee to Trost. Your parents dodged your sight of seeing the Titans even though you tried so hard to sneak a peak. Your parents over-protectiveness was starting to annoy you more than ever. In Trost your father has some family there, even though hell was breaking loose everywhere, a part of you was excited to see your other family members for the first time. Little did you know that you would wish that you never did..

Living in Trost was almost the same as Shiganshina, except that now you live with an alcoholic uncle, a nagging aunt, and a mean cousin. Hell was breaching every part of your life now. At last, you hear the news that your whole family has made the decision to volunteer at the fields. Internally, you are excited because you’re gonna be around new faces in the fields, but on the outside you were nervous because, how can you talk to someone if you don’t know what to talk about? For the first time ever, you were worried about the wrong thing..

As the first month goes by with no titan activity, everyone is struggling to scavenge enough food for their families. The shortage was effecting everyone. As the next day begins, you head off to the fields earlier than your family, this wasn’t the first time. You liked going early so you can meet new faces, but so far you still haven’t made any friends. As you approach the main area where they keep the buckets and other supplies, you see three kids sitting on a log beside the building. You’ve never seen them before.. One was a thin blonde boy, the middle child was a girl with dark hair, and at the end of the log was a boy with short brown hair. They were talking and waiting for the supervisors to arrive, just like you and many others. You want to walk up and join them, but apart of you won’t move forward. You were stuck. Your anxiety was holding you back, but you pushed yourself inches and inches closer. Before you reach the log they spot you over their shoulders. “Oh man, they must of heard me shuffling towards them..”, you think to yourself. “Hello, are you ok?”, says the blonde kid. You freeze and you can feel your cheeks heat up as they all look at you. After making eye contact with the blonde kid and the girl, what makes you blush even more was the sight of the brown haired boy. His eyes sparkled a pretty green in the sunlight. “I- .. I’m ok. Can I j-join you guys?”, you say as your eyes can’t leave his. From your side view you notice how the girl looks over at him and you, then folds her arms, “We can’t talk much, we’re about to start working.” You break your eye contact with him to face her and then you look down. “I-.. Ok..”, you turn away and start to walk, but then you stop as the blonde haired boy speaks up. “Come on, Mikasa, she just wants to hang with us for a little, right?” As you look over your shoulder, the blonde welcomes you with a soft grin and pats the log, signaling you to sit with them. You nod in response and make your way over to sit. “I’m Armin, this is Mikasa and Eren. What’s your name?”, Armin says as he shifts a little to face you. All of them look at you as you sit and you grin shyly as you look down at your hands. “I’m [y/n].. It’s nice to meet you guys..” As you look up at them, both of the boys smile as they say, “Hi [y/n]”, but you notice that Mikasa showed a weak grin. “Jeez, why did I come.. I don’t think she likes me..”, you think to yourself as you fiddle with your thumbs. “So where are you from, [y/n]?”, Armin asks.

While you walk home after a long day of picking berries, you can’t stop thinking about Eren. His pretty eyes made you blush every time you both made eye contact. You’ve never seen green eyes before, not only was the color strikingly amazing, but the structure of them seemed so different than the others. The seriousness and curiosity behind them really showed through every expression he portrayed. You learned that he lost his mother the day the colossal titan appeared. That could explain why his eyes seemed so.. Different. You also learned that Mikasa had went through some traumatic events too. Even Armin wasn’t entirely ok either. Then you realize, none of you are ok. Humanity wasn’t ok. Everyone was suffering.. For some reason though, you wanted to hug Eren the most.

Part 2 coming soon...

[kyberphilosopher]

Amychesis

Word Count: 2898 Requested? No. Note: Should be read as the same reader from “Smile”. 

Warnings: Sexual overtones, one particularly blurry but smutty bit, disturbing themes. 

“Amychesis” (n.) (AM-i-KEE-sis) – The involuntary act of scratching or clawing your partner in the heat of passion.

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A hiss of pain slips from between your lips like a moan, but the way your body folds in on itself shows the true nature of the noise. 

Your moist palm hits the ground, knee soon to follow. As your back curves over into a hunch, the pain begins again- a burning, sharp, sting over and over again. It’s as if you’d been whipped. Lashed. Chained down as you twist up and down in such a way that leaves your back aching. At the time, you’d thought only of how the pain would be worth it. Even how nice that pain felt. Though now you weren’t so sure. 

Shit, your brain whispers. How are we supposed to bathe like this?

It doesn’t really matter, another part says. You have to. It’s been too long. 

If you start falling into the same habit as your lover, you’ll never know the scent of relative cleanliness again. It’s time to bathe. 

But your back. How could you have let him do this to you?

The water ahead of you hurtles from the faucet and down into the tub, splashing around like multiple waves slapping up and down. Churning over each other, making you think of how he’d described the ocean to you. Bouts of steam are emerging, almost so soft you can’t make it out. It’s rare that the water actually gets hot like this. It’s usually lukewarm, but almost never hot. But will this help, or worsen the wounds on your back?

Worsen. You can picture the soap seeping into your skin now. And then there was the way that you would have to twist around to reach those parts. 

“Shit,” you hiss again. 

Finally, you force your hand from the floor to clasp against the side of the tub. You’ve enough strength to pull yourself up somewhat, but not to a full standing position. There’s a few steps, pitter patters of your bare feet slapping on the wet floor, and then you’re rolling over the side and falling into the steam both with and without grace. 

You hadn’t been wrong about your wounds. The stinging sensations intensify like it’s boiling. And though you know it’s for the best and will surely help fight off any chance of infection, you grit your teeth to keep from yelling out a string of curses. 

As you reach the bottom of the tub, a soreness sparks through your body. It blooms through your skin from your ass, all the way up to your flaming spine, causing your lips to fall open briefly before being trapped under your teeth sharply. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

The pain subsides somewhat, the only after more than thirty seconds at least. Boiling, heated water laps against your skin, the sting of nails washing away slowly but surely. It still hurts but it’s not so bad now, and you wonder if this is something you should bring up to him. 

But then what would he say? Would he even say a thing at all? Or would he just stare at you with his still eyes, waiting on you to come around to the truth of it? 

“I’m sorry,” he probably wouldn’t say. “But you looked like you were enjoying it.”

A shiver runs over your back despite the steam rising up around you. Your knees come against your chest as the water sloshes, arms wrapping around for a sense of security. 

You were enjoying it. Regret now wouldn’t change the fact you knew it was worth it, and the memory on its own was enough to make your thighs vibrate and shake. 

God damn it, Eren. You were right. You bastard. 

As God’s impeccable timing proves true, the door to the washroom creaks open. You don’t move anything but your orbs, which flash momentarily with the orange glare from the light above. You see his shoes, hear them scuff against the floor a few times before you look back to the water. 

Eren’s feet stop in front of the chamber pot. His knees bend until they’re totally in the sitting position in line with a long, wooden bench attached to the wall. There’s a little huff from the wood under his weight, but then the only noise is that of water droplets peeling away from your skin and popping against the surface below. 

He’s looking at you- that you know for certain. Your profile, hair, the bend of your spine and the pink and red marks across it. Marks that remain his doing. He hadn’t said anything about it before, but now there seems to be nothing else on you to look at. 

You scratched me. He scratched you. You can’t tell if it was on purpose or not, if he even enjoyed it. No- did you even enjoy it? You couldn’t have if you’re feeling this way now. But the way the hot water slips over the raw, thin gashes- the burns, the piercing glow in your ‘lovers’ eyes... 

What’s wrong with you?

If you’re looking for comfort, Eren isn’t giving it to you. He’s silent. His eyes are silent, still. They glow in the warm candlelight that floods the room in a dull, emerald sheen. Strings of dark brown hair hang down in thin wisps- over his eyes and shoulders. It’s gotten so long compared to your cadet years. Eren’s changed. At one point, you found him a tad annoying. Now you wonder if you’d rather take annoyance over harmful sex. 

You turn your eyes back to the water. Old dirt is peeling from your skin like dust in it, but the shine in the water doesn’t stop for a second. 

One hand swishes around under the surface. Little tiny waves churn up and swim around on their own. For the splittest of seconds, you forget about the man in the room with the searing eyes. It doesn’t even feel like there’s anything wrong with your back, or your ass, or the fingerprints you’re just now registering on the soft insides of your thighs. And then you frown, because you remember. 

Has Jaeger always been this rough with you? If so, how could you have blocked it out? Is something wrong with you? Or is something wrong with him? What if it’s both? What are both of you capable of?

Isn’t it worse if you liked it?

His fingers were hard. They were nimble and strong, and at first they went for your throat. One hand pushing you down and away by your hip, the other squeezing on either side of your neck. Alright. Standard. So at what point did those sharp, dirty nails start raking your skin up and down?

It was when Eren flipped you around. You crane your neck over your shoulder best you could to get a glimpse of his face. It was handsome, with his dark hair pulled back and his eyes squinting somewhat. For whatever reason, you could’ve sworn you saw the hot breath exit his mouth as if it were the winter. 

There was so much going on in the next few seconds, there was no possible way you could’ve felt what he was doing. It wasn’t your fault. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

At first, it was not intentional. 

While his pelvis snapped forward and down steeply, his hands wandered down your back. They ghosted along your spine quite a few times- up and down, wondering about all the spinal fluid inside. The thought made Eren go soft for an instant, which sparked embarrassment. The embarrassment sparked anger. His hips snapped harder again to overcompensate- though you hadn’t even realized what for. The only thing your partner heard from you was the choked, sharp breath of a quick pain. 

His hand slips. A nail scrapes over your skin on the right of your back. 

“Hmph.” 

And then it starts. The blood rushes through your veins hotly. Your head feels full, hips feel full- everything feels full. Full, and hot, and angry. Everything inside you feels just like Eren Jaeger. 

Wetness slips from between your lips and onto the rough fabric below you. Your shoulder blades are rolling back and forth, right foot twitching with every movement. In your ears, your heartbeat starts to beat through like a drum. It pounds against your chest, every so often lining up exactly with the force pumping in and out of you. Pumping against you. 

His eyes widen. There could be more redness than this... this one, singular, narrow line. It’s beading slowly. Those tiny little... tiny little scarlet pearls. He’s seen them a million times before in titans and in people. But now, inside your tight form, he’s never wanted to see it more. 

Eren lets both hands grip at your waist, forcing it down even further. You seem satisfied. Your eyes are rolling back without realizing it. You’re pushing against him while losing strength at the same time. Your skin is getting patchy with marks and sweat, and all the little moist spots on the mattress from your spit. 

All ten nails drag down on your skin at the same time. Some deeper than others, quicker than others. He does it again with his left hand, higher on your back. Then with his right on the adjacent side. Eren can practically feel the burn from them himself, but you show no signs of pain whatsoever. Has he gone too hard and killed you? No, no. So long as spit is running out of your mouth, you’re alive. 

Yes, you realize, staring down into the water. I liked it. I liked him clawing at me. 

Your body tenses in realization. 

I liked it when Eren hurt me with his hands. 

“Does it hurt?”

Your eyes snap over to your partner. He hasn’t moved an inch- shoulders hunched over, thin hairs sprawled flowingly down his neck and collarbones. “The water?”

You turn back towards the murk. You liked it, yes. But something inside you tells you not to forgive him. And then you’re left wondering what there even is to forgive. 

“Yes,” you tell him. 

Silence. 

“I could get an infection.”

That’s a true statement. You can’t reach your hands all the way around your side enough to clean those wounds. 

“How would you get an infection from the hot water?”

Oh. 

Eren wasn’t talking about your injuries at all. He wasn’t talking about those raspy, pink, red markings up and down your back. Trailing close to your ribs, little purple bruises in the shape of fingers. Yellow and green patches from... something he can’t name. 

“I don’t know,” you decide to reply after a minute, so quiet and hoarse it strains your partner’s ear to try and hear. “It hurts.”

You love him, though. You’ve loved him for years. Even when he’d help you back in the kitchen fingering you to the point of choking, you loved him. When he sat with you, told you he’d seen how you’d come to die. But what he accomplished here wasn’t the same as giving you a hickey, or even an unintentional bruise. Eren meant to claw you. He knew how badly this water would sting at your skin after. And what about stretching your back to put on clothes? Sleeping in the position you like? Every little thing is going to make your nerves feel like they’re on fire now. 

And all you have to say for it is that you liked it?

You hear a shuffling movement from beside you. You don’t dare look over. Feeling the air shift is enough for you to understand what’s going on. 

Your lover leaves the room. The wooden door clicks closed behind him. He comes back in a few minutes. 

The floorboards, moist from little specklings of water jumping up when you’d slipped in the tub, creak underneath his weight. It gets louder and louder, heavier and heavier until it stops right beside you. 

If you look at him again... will you be sick?

You don’t get sick at all. You hold eye contact with your lover, and you’re relieved. Getting to see him, feel him, knowing he’s been coming all the way out here all for you. Looking into those muted emerald eyes now, in the yellow glow of the candles all around, you know whatever he’s feeling now is genuine, and when was the last time you were able to say that?

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

The water stings again against the scratches, the clawings. The soap feels like acid. Again, Eren’s hands are both rough and gentle at the same time. They trail up and down along your spine, over the marks he’d given you, now covered in soap and antibiotics that he smears all over. Occasionally, his right palm presses against your shoulder to hold it in place, meticulously cleaning at the harm he’d given you. 

“Ow,” you mutter once, numbly. 

“I won’t do this again,” you hear Eren speak from behind you. A ridiculous thing to say, considering the both of you are smart enough to understand that’s not even close to true. 

Not only will Eren Jaeger do this- scratch at you during sex- again, he’ll do it faster. Deeper, more intensely. He knows you’ll not only get used to it, but soon you’ll need it. He could see it on your face right before he pushed it down into the dirty fabric on the bed. He could hear it when you’d let out that quiet little hiss of a moan getting into this very bath. Furthermore, he knows that you know. 

“Why?” you ask, looking at his distorted reflected through the tiles you face. You see one of his eyes twitch in- what? Anger? Frustration? Pure uninterrupted love?

Eren decides to lie. “I’m going away soon.”

“You’ll be back.”

A stinging sensation spreads along your spine. Nerves in shock, exploding vertically and all at once. It feels hot, and then cold. And finally, within only a few seconds, your mouth still hanging open in unpreparedness, you feel something slow begin to run down your back. 

Your lovers thumb creeps near the area. You feel it run over whatevers slipping down your skin like sweat would, then roll in messy circles. Five, six, seven laps so far. Then over to your left side, and all the way back to your right. 

“I’ll be back,” Eren says, lowly. 

He scratched you. He put his longest nail against your skin and pressed. It dragged right over your spine- not deep enough to do real damage, but enough to leave a scar. At once, blood surfaced like rose petals, racing down for the water. Now he stares at your back all covered in blood that he’s washed all over. 

Facing away from him is you, who’s too embarrassed to let him know the action has made you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth. It’s like Eren’s marking you. And then, once it’s completely healed, there’s going to be a scar. You’ll have new skin over an old wound, and it’ll be like you can finally have him as a part of you until you die. 

“Stay still.”

He watches the blood disappear in the water, making the red gash look pink and pale. “I love you,” he tells you. And even though it sounds as apathetic as everything else he’s said recently, you know it’s true. 

“Love you too,” you whisper hoarsely. 

When his fingers leave your skin completely, you twist around and put your hands over the side of the bath to watch him. Though he’s standing and fixing his shirt, Eren’s eyes are already on you, dancing with something you’ve seen before but never named. “You know I love you, don’t you?” you question. 

“Yes.”

He takes a roll of gauze medical wraps from his pocket. It unravels in his rough, scarred palms. You watch him watch you, all while beginning to wrap it over his left eye rather calmly. 

You look away, coming face to face with the now bloody water. “Do something to your leg too. You can use the crutch in the barn.”

“Thank you.”

When you look back to Eren, of course he’s beat you to it. Looking at you with only one eye which seems to glow dangerously, you’re satisfied to realize he’s gone back to not having a single clue what you’re thinking. Only in your moments of weakness is he able to be omniscient with you. 

“I’ll free you,” Eren promises. 

Of course you will, you think. All Eren’s ever talked about is freedom. Freeing you, freeing the world. Killing all his enemies over dinner and then sleeping right next to you like it was nothing. But as the dirty, now red water churns over the scratches- old and new- 

you realize Eren has no intention of giving you true freedom. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

I don’t know why, but this is one of the most unsettling things I’ve ever written. But it’s also very sexual? I don’t understand what I’ve created here. 

I didn’t proofread anything. Maybe I’ll go back if enough people like it and tweak it. 

[ichijager13]

Teach Me How To Be Loved

Chapter XIV

I've got a burning desire for you

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader, past relationships: Reiner Braun x reader, Jean kristein x reader

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Reiner Braun, Jean Kristein, Carla Jäger, Sophie Jäger.

Tags: Unhealthy coping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating, and a touch of sweet, lovable, and non fuckboy Eren Jäger

This fic is brought to you by Lana Del Rey’s songs

Masterlist, AO3,  Playlists: Reader’s POV, Eren’s POV

A/N: Hey, hey, heeeeeey! Guess who have decided to pick up her fanfic and update it. Yes, this lazy Ichi! I'm really sorry for taking so long to update, I didn't abandon this story, I promise.

Also thank you so much for reading and supporting my works.

Ichi  ❤️  

“Eren,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his figure. Just like every time you had him this close, you were on the verge of losing your mind. His scent, his teeth grazing your shoulder, and his warm breath fanning against your skin felt ethereal. It felt like a dream. One, you didn’t want for it to end.

In response to the sultry noises escaping you, he brushed his lips against your pulse point, making the last threads of sanity grow thinner and more tense before they slowly vanished in the air.

Laying on your couch in the middle of your dimly lit living room, you tried to trace back the events of this night. You tried, without success, to figure out how innocent tickling led to him half naked and hovering over your nude body.

Swimming in an endless sea of joy and sensuality, you tried to capture and memorize this moment. The faint ticking of the mechanical, vintage clock sitting on the fireplace, the aroma of your fabric softener, and his heart rate. You were mindlessly indulging in your fantasies when his rich voice brought you back to present time.

“Are you ready, love?” he inquired once again.

His large hand caressed your cheeks ever so gently as you nodded. It took you a while to manage to utter a broken yes.

A genuine smile, the same one that captured your heart and bewitched your soul, broke through his lips as he kicked out his shorts and repositioned himself above you. He slowly guided himself past your wet folds. It stretched, burned, and filled you, and it never failed to make you feel complete. His thumb still traced gentle cercles against your burning cheeks as he praised you and chanted how perfect you were for him. how beautiful, dazzling, and amazing you were.

By the time he was fully inside you, your brain was so fogged that the line separating reality from fantasies blended, making it hard to tell what was real and what wasn’t. His hands were all over your body. His lips were littering soft kisses against your burning skin, reminding you that he wasn’t a product of your imagination. Reminding you that this was real. That what was going on between the two of you was real.

And you believed him. You believed and held on to all the unspoken promises he sealed against your skin.

So, you let your head fall back, eyes screwed shut, and gave in to the pleasure waves idly hitting you. You closed your eyes and let them drift you away from all the terrible thoughts that had haunted you for years. You let him trade the darkness devouring you with beams of sunlight and the twinkles of a million stars.

Eren couldn’t get over how dazzling you looked underneath him. With each thrust, the noises that spilled from your mouth pushed him over the edge. He tried to contain himself and take it easy on you. But your parted, swollen lips made it so hard for him to control the violent hurricane of feelings he was trapped in. And you asking him, in your high-pitched, broken voice, to go faster made thinking straight even harder.

His arms looping around your waist and pressing your writhing body against his gave you a sense of safety. You had no idea why, but whenever you found yourself in his arms, all your worries washed away, and the dark clouds invading your sky disappeared. Whenever he was around, all the sad melodies you spent your life listening to changed into happy ones. Smiling, you made a mental note to share this thought with him. to tell him about all the wonderful things he made you feel. to thank him for loving and accepting you as you were. But the unholy rhythm he was pounding on you made your thoughts dissolve like a spoonful of salt in a bottle of water.

Lost in the blissful mist of the building up pleasure, you didn’t realize that he had changed position until he hit that sweet spot that made you see the stars in the middle of your apartment. That particular angle that never failed to make your soul get lost forever in the abyss of your orgasm.

He continued moving in synch with your heartbeat and your lust-filled thoughts. With every buck and every groan, he was bringing dead parts of you back to life. Parts you completely forgot they ever existed.

By the time he collapsed next to you, your ability to think or form a coherent sentence was inexistent. Craving more of his soothing warmth, you instinctively nestled your face in the crook of his neck. A pair of strong, tattooed arms looped around your shaking body, and it felt like home. With the tip of your finger, you absent-mindedly traced the one climbing up his arm and covering his shoulder blade. Caressing his tattoos was one of the numerous habits you developed after you got together.

You remained like that, in each other’s arms, enjoying the comfortable silence until you fell asleep.

When the sunlight filtering through the beige curtains woke you up the next morning, you found yourself tucked under the soft, satin sheets in your bed.

Eren was nowhere to be seen. Sitting with your back pressed against the headboard, you perked your ears, trying to locate where your boyfriend was. But to your surprise, the apartment was as silent as the city streets on a snowy Sunday morning.

After you left your bed, you fished for a t-shirt and exited your bedroom. Your clothes and his, which were scattered all over the living room, were gone. Assuming it was Eren who picked them up, you put some order in the living room before heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

You were in the kitchen making breakfast when you heard the door.

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Hello friends!! I hope you’re all doing well and that you are enjoying the holiday season if you celebrate it. It’s been a while since I last wrote something, and I miss it. So, here I am with this event idea.

Starting today till January 5th, my inbox is open for requests for standalones.

Please take the time to read my rules/guidelines before contacting me.

All you need to do is send me a request with one of the characters in the list below, the genre or AU, and three constraints. It can be a trope, a prompt, a dialogue line, or a detail you want in the story. The stories can be with another canon character, xf!reader, or an original charater.

If you need inspiration to pick constraints, you can check those lists

by @urfriendlywriter : Are we about to kiss? small things that just matter in romance, angsty romance prompts, prompts

those seconds before the living breath is kissed out of you by @dumplingsjinson

sacred romantic moments by @shinsources

For NSFW check these lists

Dirty talk, dirty whispers by @melaerotica

Dialogue Prompts by @fireandspiceland

I’m comfortable writing fluff, family fluff, smut, angst with or without comfort, or a combination of two or more.

List of characters:

Attack on Titan: Eren, Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Porco, Jean

JJK: Geto, Nanami, Gojo

Tokyo revengers: Mitsuya, Baji, Shinichiro, Draken, Chifuuya, Mikey,

Bungou stray dogs: Dazai, Odasaku, Chuuya, Nikolai, Fyodor, Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Ango, Mark Twain, Howthrone, Tachihara, tetccho

Legends of the galactic heroes: all the characters.

For other animes/characters, submit the request and I'll see if I'm familiar with the anime.

dividers by @cafekitsune

[ichijager13]

Eren Jäger

Rules/Guidelines

In here you can find all of my Eren fanfictions. Most of there are Eren x Reader stories

seperations by @cafekitsune

Teach Me How to Be Loved

SFW

A Part of You and I Pregnancy/fluff

Are We Done Yet? Fluff

A Trip to the Bookstore Dad!Eren

Back to You Historical Fiction

Happy Birthday, my Love Fluff

Here Comes the Boy

Lazy Mornings Fluff

Never Again Fight and makeup

To Become an Engineer Dad!Eren

We Got Used To Us Angst

You Make Me Feel Safe Angst/comfort

NSFW

Make it up to you

Let Me Help You/Let Me Have You Smut

Of Love, Books, and Your Smile

The Story of Us

[ichijager13]

A Trip To the Bookstore

Fandom: Attack on titan (Shingeki no Kyojin)

Rating: General Audience.

CW: really none, just me getting my Dad!Eren scenarios and exploiting my baby fever.

Family fluff, Fater-daughter moment

Word Count: 770 words.

Summary:

For her fifth birthday, Eren takes his daughter Nina to the bookstore.

Standing in front of the bookstore’s door, Eren looked down at his daughter and asked, “Are you ready for this adventure, little one?” Unable to contain her excitement, Nina nodded vigorously. “Then let’s go,” the young father cheered, pushing the door open.

For her fifth birthday, Eren promised the young girl to take her to a bookstore nearby after work. The previous night, before going to bed, the two of them made a deal. They agreed that she could choose up to four books and that they would stop by the neighborhood’s bakery to buy a birthday cake.

Nina’s big, jade green eyes, which she inherited from her father, wandered around the place. Taken aback by how big the store was, she scanned the multiple floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books of all sizes and colors. A few minutes later, she glanced at her father, silently asking with her round, emerald-colored eye for permission to let go of his hand and go explore every corner of that magical place. An encouraging smile brightened Eren’s features as he slowly released the small and delicate hand he had been holding since they left home.

The little girl’s steps were hesitant at first, but when she noticed there were other kids around, exploring the store, her attitude slowly changed. She started picking up books and flipping the pages.

From time to time, she would turn to check whether her father was tagging along. Each time their eyes met, she would flash him a wide smile with her tongue poking from behind the missing tooth she had lost a week ago.

“Daddy,” Nina called for her father minutes later and pointed out one of the shelves out of her reach. “Can I have dis one, pwease?”

“Which one, darling?” he asked, studying the books lined on that shelf.

“Da one with snow.”

“Nice choice. I’ve read those when I was your age,” he commented, picking up the first book of the Tomten series. “How about we check if they have the whole collection before we leave?” The little brunette hummed in response, visibly happy. “Wanna look for more books?”

Nina nodded as her father pushed the strands of brown-colored hair that escaped from under her hat and partially covered her eyes. He then watched her go back to her book quest.

“Did you find anything?” he asked when he noticed she had been staring at the same shelf for several minutes.

She nodded before bending to grab a copy of The Giving Tree and handing it to him.

“Another nice pick. That’s my girl,” he approved, going through the pages of one of his childhood reads.

Eren knew that this experience was going to be unique. However, he didn’t expect it to unlock so many memories from his childhood.

“Thewe’s anotha’ one too. It has a gween dwagon with blue hownes hiding in a pocket.” She tugged at the hem of his dark gray duffle coat.

“Whatever my princess wants,” he said, gently squishing her rosy cheeks. “Where did you see it?”

“Thewe.” She designated a shelf behind him.

He grabbed the book and showed it to her. “This one?”

“Mhm!” Nina responded, giddily smiling.

“That’s all?”

She nodded once again before asking, “Can we stay a little longa’, pwease Daddy, pwease?” She looked up at him with big, round, and pleading eyes.

“Of course, my dear. I love this place so much. I have so many lovely memories here.” Noticing her puzzled expression, he explained dreamily, “Oma and I used to come here a lot with Uncle Armin. It was our favorite place,” he voiced, embracing the whole place with his loving gaze. He could’ve sworn he could hear his mother’s voice chatting with the owner as Armin and he were looking for their next reads. “And I wanted my little princess to discover it as well. Do you like it?”

“I love it, Daddy! Can we come back soon?”

“Of course, we can visit whenever you want.”

“Thank you.”

Nina spent the next thirty minutes happily wandering around and inspecting every nook and cranny of the store.

Once they asked for the remaining books from the series, they headed to the cashier.

“Is it your birthday, sweety?" the checkout girl inquired when Eren asked for a birthday card. She offered Nina a bunny shaped balloon when Nina bobbed her head.

Later that day, both dressed in their pajamas, Eren and Nina ate their cake slices while going through the pages of the books they bought that day.

Nina listened to her father tell her funny stories about the place and the old owner.

[ichijager13]

I may have got out of control and wrote two short Dad!Eren stories…

I blame my severe baby fever and of course my dad!Eren brain rot.

First story coming in less than ten minutes, stay tuned!!

[ichijager13]

Sooooo, anyone down for a Dad!Eren story? should I do first trip to a bookstore and introducing his two kids to book or Eren answering questions about his job?

[fqiryspit]

tysmmm ☝🏽 angst is my only therapy 💀 anywayssss smut 29 77 and 5 ??? 😭 if you dont mind, love 🤞🏽

ofccc i dont mind babes! thank you so much for requesting and angst 4 life 💔😭 thank you for requesting again!!! <333

29 77 and 5 =“Do you want my fingers?” “Touch me there. Right there.” + calling you late at night to come over |fqiryspits 3k event|

eren x fem!reader. cw: fwb, pussy kisses♡, fingering, reader touches herself, stomach bulge, etc.

you rolled over, soft purple from your led lights falling over your exposed skin from only wearing shorts and a tank top

you read the message over and over, feeling giddier and giddier each time

can u come over?

this motherfucker.

you grinned as you typed back "ofc" before throwing your phone on your bed and looking for your shoes and keys.

once you're there and slamming your fist into his door, he opens and immediately kisses you

sliding you into his apartment he closes the door without breaking the kiss, he cups your face as he detaches and smiles, strawberry lipgloss smeared on his lips messily

"missed you"

"seemed like it"

he shut you up with another kiss, and you forgot out good it felt to be kissed by him. like you're the only thing that matters, it's needy but slow like he's trying to show you how much he wants you

you walked while kissing over to his bedroom, he gave a couple taps on your thigh and you hopped right onto him

as he laid your back on his fresh white sheets and tugged at your crop top n shorts you suddenly found yourself naked and him just starting to work at his pants while shirtless

you rolled your eyes and moved over, stripping him of his pants and briefs before he could even blink

"you can't rip my clothes off then neatly take off yours" you giggled into a kiss, laying you back down while your teeth knocked from smiling

"so bossy" he cooed

"gonna fuck it right out of you" he tossed you onto your stomach and pulled your knees towards him spreading your cheeks out to see the strings of wetness on your pussy

"fuck, there she is" he moves his fingers over your slit as you whine and move toward him

"erreen"

"what do you want?" he revokes his hand completely and you huff, slipping your hand on your stomach and all the way to your cunt

"here. I want you to touch me right there" you say while tapping your finger on your hole

after you start to remove your hand just to feel a warm one halt your movements

"keep it there" he moves your hand toward your clit

"rub yourself while I do my shit" you feel yourself squeeze and start rubbing your clit while he moves closer to your cunt

"now,"

"do you want my fingers? is that what you're asking for?"

"mhmm"

you hear a pop and two wet fingers circling your pussy, he slips them in and you moan into the pillow, free hand gripping the sheets next to you

"did you get tighter, baby?" he babbles to himself, watching his fingers slide in and out of your wet hole

your wetness runs down his hands as he's knuckle deep in you, veins bursting out as he pumps you again and again. you press your clit harder and start rubbing yourself faster as he expertly fucks you with his digits

"c'mon, work yourself up for me" he whispers, moaning into his pillow as your cream spreads around his fingers

"did so good" he removes his joints and kisses your pussy as a reward

he rubs his soaked fingers around his cock and jerks it a couple times before rubbing it on your cunt

"ready?"

"mhm" and with that, he slides in, you can feel how he threw his head back and groans like he always does, man bun bobbing as his chest heavys

"fuck, I think you did get tighter" he lets out an airy laugh as you adjust to him

"that's what happens when you go off for weeks!" you match his laugh as he leans down on your arched back, kisses up your neck as you practically cum from that alone

"waited for me, baby?" he grins against your ear, and kisses it softly as he begins to move

"of course I did!" you slur, already going dizzy with how his cock slips in and out of your wet pussy

"good. I did to" him smiles and moves back down to your neck and begins to nibble at it

his hand rubs over your stomach, fingers moving up to map out where he is when he feels his bulge

he smacks his hips against you harder as he whispers "fuck, I'm deep baby...u'feel that?"

and with how you wail into the pillow he knows you fucking can, you feel every inch of him, he just wants to hear it from your lips

"yes! yesss!" he wraps his arms around you as your legs start to slip and slide from the force of him fucking you

he reaches up until he finds your tits and starts to grip on one for dear life, pulling and rubbing the nipple while you mewl like a cat in heat

his dick feels so deep, heavy balls smacking against your clit as you feel yourself unwinding

"e-eren...'gonna cumm" you whine as you feel your hair getting pulled back slightly, you already know how he loves to kiss you when you both cum so you turn your head to the side right when your orgasm hits he smashes his lips on yours and you both cum

both of you whine and moan into the kiss as you cum around his cock and he shoots his cum straight into your womb. after a moment of silence he pulls out and walks over to his bathroom, you heard his shower turn on and he walks over to you and kisses you, scooping you up and taking you to the bathroom where he'd wash you ❤︎

an: oooo i looooooooved writing this! thank you so much for the request babes! i love youuuu <333 btw I've never written reader getting it from behind in my life of fanfics (I'm pretty sure of it) sooo first time for everything <333

[fqiryspit]

hii gorgeous, i hope your doing well! congratulations!! 💕 i love your work 🙌🏽 its my first time asking 🫶🏼 can i request angst 15 and 48?

ahhhhh thank you so much for requesting!! I really really love this one and I hope you do to!! <33 mwah! 💞

15 and 48 = “no, I won’t calm down.” "don't say that!" |fqiryspits 3k event|

abusive!eren x fem!reader

cw: ABUSE!!, emotional manipulation, hitting, scratching, jean is a saint, confusion and almost hallucinatory type things

as you slip into the closing door of your apartment and flick the yellow lights on, your raw ears flinch at the sound of keys slamming against the table

you knew he was mad. you should've just stayed by him all night.

I mean- that's what you usually do at these mediocre parties. bass in your throat while trying to find eren in the changing light to make sure he wouldn't end up in a room with another girl...again.

"you think you're fucking funny?" he mumbles, back still towards you as you come to from your thoughts

"eren. I'm sorry" you whisper, head hanging down as he turns to you, squishing your cheeks together and forcing them back up with him

"tell me, did you fuck him?"

"no!" you slur, mouth detained as you rely on your tongue. he isn't satisfied, with how his nails dig into your plump cheeks, you know he isn't getting over this with just questions.

it was late into the party, eren was slowly slipping from your grip, and you wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep.

"bored?" a voice punctured your ear-drum, yelling over the music.

you turn and saw jean, one of erens many friends as he sips on god knows what.

"I'm fine." you answer simply, eren always warned you about jean and his antics so you're custom to shutting down any conversation right at the start

"don't play that eren shit with me." you froze, what...does he mean? did eren tell him that he told you to stay away?

"I don't know what you're talking about" you almost whispered but he somehow caught it

"yes, you do." he turns to lean against the wall you're on to keep watch of eren while you stare at the floor

"okay...then what happened?" you blink, now finding yourself in erens arms. still standing in the kitchen as you subconsciously dig your nose into erens shirt a little more

"w-we went outside..."

"eren...what does he...do to you?" jean says simply, watching the pool as the water's movements reflect on his pale face

"what do you mean?" you feel your brows contort, he takes another sip of his drink before looking over at you

"does he hurt you?"

"fuck, why would he say that?" eren curses, brushing your hair softer as he shakes his head

"I would never- hurt you? why would he say that?" he almost babbles to himself, grabbing your cheeks again, gentler this time as he swipes over the fingernail marks

"I would never, ever hurt you, baby. it's just sometimes you get into trouble" his voice faded and features dimmed as you heard crickets and muffled screams and music, a blue light swirling on your face as you find yourself back to the pool, and jean awaiting your answer

you didn't even notice the tears in your eyes, tucking your bottom lip in as you try and compose yourself

"he would never wanna hurt me"

"but does he?" he says simply like this is a normal conversation, eyes boring into yours, not moving away for a second

"no. he doesn't"

"what did you say?" a soothing voice tosses you back, you look into his eyes as he is still cupping your face.

you haven't answered him yet.

"what did you say, baby?" he seems...almost...worried with your awaiting answer. he wouldn't be if he actually didn't hurt you...

"what?"

"he wouldn't be if he actually didn't hurt you" jean repeats, sipping on his drink as he sits back on the pool chair

"you're being manipulated and toyed with, y/n. erens is an ass and you need to get out"

get...out? why would I need to get out? I can leave him anytime, there's just no reason.

"there is a reason and you need to- get out" you cup your head, it aches, mostly with confusion, you're not sure what's happening and if you're saying all this out loud again

"fucking answer me!" he slams you into the door again, you cup your head to soften the blow and he stops

"I'm sorry I'm sorry are you okay?" he rushes to your aid, going to your head to check if it's alright

"you...hurt me" you whisper, erens...hurting you.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to!" he cries, hot tears running down his face as he sobs into your shoulder

"you hurt me eren"

"don't say that!" he wails out, you feel yourself backing away from him as you feel yourself about to burst with so much hate for the man in front of you

"baby? wha-what are you doing?" he calls out, eyes flashing to the doorknob as he reaches for it, making sure you won't leave him just yet

"you're horrible eren, jean is right- and- and, I need to get out-" you yell, eyes blurring with tears

"please baby- you- you need to calm down!" he sobs

"don't tell me to calm down" you whisper, feeling like an idiot for ignoring your friends and putting up with him for so long

"fuck you, eren" you turn, he reaches for you and you take the open door knob and run.

"I'm such an idiot..." you bury your head in your hands

"no, you've just been lied to over and over" jean pipes, as you stare into the swirling pool you make your way back to jean

"thank you"

an: happy birthday eren! hehe, I hope you liked this! I really like doing that style of back-and-forth but I hope it wasn't confusing lmao!! again, thank you so so much for requesting! mwah! 💞

[fqiryspit]

i hope you don’t mind me requesting again, but can i request smut 32, 50 and 78? if not no worries! thank you and congratulations again <33 you deserve it

ahhh thank you so much for requesting again! you can request however many times you want!

32, 50, and 78 = is it gonna hurt?, I'll guide you, I'll never get enough of you |fqiryspits 3k event|

virgin!fem!reader x soft!dom!eren

cw: first time!reader, loss of virginity, nipple sucking, established relationship, etc

"is it gonna hurt?" you ask slowly, he kisses your cheek before moving to your lips

"It might- tell me if it does. we'll stop right away" he whispers as the crisp cold night floods your senses

after an hour of foreplay, it's finally time for the moment you've been waiting for since you realized eren was the one for you, you were gonna lose your virginity to him.

he grips your ankles as he moves you up, spreading your legs as you suddenly feel shy with such a private part of you being on display

"I-I'm not sure what to do" you mumble out, embarrassed if you're ruining the ambiance with your fussing

"I'll guide you"

he rubs the tip of his dick onto you, knocking your clit slightly as it somewhat eases your nerves of excitement and fear

"okay, bug...I'm gonna put it in now" he whispers

you grin at the nickname, such a lewd situation to use it in, you thought.

he slowly slides his cock in, your teeth slip your lip in to bite it as a distraction

"is it hurting you too much? are you okay?" he asks, genuinely worried as he searches your face for lies when you answer with a light shake of your head and an "I'm ok"

he's halfway in and you start to feel the pain subside, he keeps adding until you're full and the pain gets replaced with something entirely different

"I'm gonna move now, alright?" he asks, kissing your shoulder softly as you nod once more, and with the first jut of your hips, you feel a mixture of stretching and unbelievable pleasure.

you gasp at the feeling, making eren stutter in his movements as he himself struggles with how tight you wrap around him

the sound of hips smacking and your moans slipping from your tongue envelop the room as you melt, pleasure overcoming you as you start to unwind with this new feeling.

"oh my goodness eren!" you moan, he kisses down your neck, collarbone, and to your breasts, as he takes a nipple in, you cry out his name as he laps around the bud

his fingers snake down and start to rub your clit you feel as though every spot you have is being touched perfectly

his cock is so deep in you, with every thrust you seem to tighten around him and he groans into you feeling himself lose control

"eren!" you cry out, gripping his locks and digging your nails into his scalp as he knew exactly what was happening

"go ahead, baby" he whispers and you let out a cry, your cream spilling on him and the sheets, he moves to your lips and speeds up his movements before shooting his cum right to your womb, he kissed up your neck before removing himself

"you did so good" he kissed you,

"stay right there baby" he moved to the bathroom and came back moments later, with a wet washcloth.

after he cleaned you up he laid with you and wrapped his arms around you kissing your hair as he softly stroked your back

"that felt...so good" you babbled as he laughed

"I'm glad" he adds

"does it get boring, after a while?" you so curiously ask, he sighs as if in thought before answering,

"there are different ways to keep it spicy, but I can never get enough of you so there's no need to worry about that" he chuckles and you bury your head into his chest while laughing

"I love you so much"

you looked up at him and kissed him, slow and passionate as you savored the kiss

"I love you too"

an: again, thank you so much for requesting again! I think these prompts actually worked really well together! (even though I had to squeeze that last one in the end lmaoooo) ahhhhh cute eren + reader is my fav!!

[fqiryspit]

𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 , 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧.𝐣

summary: you suppose that in this life you weren't meant to be happy, I guess the only thing to do now is wait for it to end.

cw: drabble not too long, angst, unplanned pregnancy, postpartum depression, cheating, ect.

hard patches suck. everyone knows that. people fade from each other and grow on others for comfort. just human nature.

that's probably what got you through erens cheating. you can't just divorce him, not after you got this far.

goodness, you must have looked horrible. walking into couples therapy with a baby bump. you didn't mean to get pregnant. truly.

you think it's what made him stay. no, you know it's why he's in bed next to you. if you can even say that. you don't feel him. not anymore.

you don't have sex anymore. it doesn't bother you, you're too empty to yearn for sex and he doesn't want to touch you.

when you were bawling in bed about how he cheated, he came to comfort you and you let him in, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your tear-soaked jaw while muttering "I'm so sorry"

you don't even know why you let him "make it up to you" by him putting his dick in you. now, your marriage is a wreck with a baby on the way. how nice.

his empty cold gaze when you told him didn't shock you but the question about couples therapy did. it was...nice...he cared.

but that's over now, you have a family. you're a mother, a wife. just keep doing that and you'll be happy, he'll be happy.

you think when the baby was born he got more distant. you didn't really care as he wasn't cheating, so you're relationship was fine. that's what you worked off of.

back to back sleeping and short conversations is what you lived off of. this is your life

what am I even saying?

you blinked, snapping out of whatever recap that took you away from what was in front of you. your baby boy.

you spun your head around to look at eren as he ties his tie in the mirror, a baby squirming in your hands brings your focus back once more as he reaches to tug on your hair

"no, baby" you mumbled, voice sore from only a few words per day. you pushed him to your chest, seeking warmth but as he whined and wiggled you realized he was too. you looked at him with emptiness, he needed his mother but you aren't that. that isn't something you can be right now. he reached up, grabbing a piece of your hair and tugging it. hard.

you winced and eren walks up to you, talking him from your hands

"you know, he got that from me" he starts, padding him on his back as he molds himself onto eren, he always did prefer his dad.

"mm," you respond, folding some baby clothes as he continues to mumble,

"my mom had to cut her hair short because I wouldn't stop, I'd just tug and tug and tug" his voice wandered off into a light whisper as he held him up to his face and moved attention to him

he placed him in your arms and reached a hand around your head to move you close for a dry kiss on your forehead, it was cold like always. he moved to the front door, grabbing the rest of his items before turning to you

"love you," he said as he looked into your eyes with what you can only describe as pity

"love you too." and that was that as he closed the door to living his life out there as you do in here.

an: <3333