#nia.eren

[pinkchanelbag]

what turns them on

eren

legslegslegslegslegs

you could literally be fully clothed and he’d still trace his eyes along the curves of your thighs and calves and you gotta wave a hand at him and he’ll be like “hm?” and god forbid you have odm gear on during a “chill day.” the straps around your thighs, the steel bumping against your hips as you walk. once you catch eren’s eyes, yeah good luck charlie.

when you get mad at him lmfao

like not MAD mad (maybe sometimes but he’d never admit) but if he does a reckless move on an expedition, etc., and you’re yelling at him or giving him a >:( face or giving him the cold shoulder, he starts thinking with his dick and it’s like “i need her NOW but i gotta make her not mad anymore” the most frequent solution? body worship.

seeing you sweaty??

something about coming back a training session or a titan battle and you’re stripping the heavy gear off, a sheen of sweat on your forehead?? like the way you rush out of the uniform because the heat is just too much, too much. let’s be real it’s just how you look kinda fucked out. he loves it.

levi

he likes it when you hum

cause well, how often are you idle enough to be able to do something like hum in canonverse? when you hum he knows you’re feeling calm and it’s usually when you’re making tea or something and it’s almost like seeing you naked in a way, and it makes him want to actually see you naked. besides, with his imagination, a soft hum isn’t too big a stretch from a moan.

using odm gear but for sport

in a mission or something, there’s no room for that, but when you fly around in the gear for fun and the wind in your face, levi’s eyes are tracking the push and pull of your waist through the air, the bend of your limbs. you look so pliable, he can’t help wanting to take you back home despite having just gotten here.

your reaction to his inappropriate jokes

levi’s not sexually promiscuous with his day-to-day words or actions, but sometimes he just wants to make you flustered. the jokes are more deadpan than sexual (“hange’s making me an elixir so i can stay up late to work.” “you need your sleep idiot and i can keep you up all night just fine :|” ) muttering a joke in your ear during a meeting, or in the mess hall making the cadets go 0.0 he lives to see your surprise and sheepishness and the trying to brush him off, knowing you can’t.

mikasa

seeing you sleepy

no cause her protect >:( instinct goes into overdrive when you get all dreamy and let your guard down because of exhaustion. that closed-eye drowsy smile makes her puthy throb, but she’ll let you sleep, no worries. she can’t make any promises about not waking you up, though.

combat practice together

just take a moment to imagine por favor. mikasa is usually serious with training because she wants, needs, you to be stronger, but sometimes she finds herself holding back so the fight lasts longer, and not for training purposes. your aggression, your raw, bodily instincts pushing you forward, your concentration. please. you won’t walk for 2 days <3

treating her injuries

her protect instinct is malfunctioning when this happens cause it’s like “no i’m fine,” but when you don’t let her brush off the scratches she sustained on the mission, forcing her to sit on the bathroom bench while you clean the dry blood off her neck and jaw while she stares at you in adoration GOODBYEEEE she’s on her knees.

[pinkchanelbag]

strangely specific love languages - eren, armin, jean.

eren

making you lock your front door as he’s leaving your place (“erennnn, i’m in bedddd” “idc come lock it”), ordering the same thing as you in a restaurant you like that he’s never been to before without even looking at the menu because he trusts your taste, randomly tugging at your hair but not (usually) in a sexy way like how kids do, dangling his long hair on you when he looks down at you just to tickle your face, mirrors your mannerisms (“eren why are u scrunching ur nose” “cause ur doing it”), slows down his monstrous eating pace while eating with you so guys can actually eat together, pulling your hair into a ponytail for you when you’re cooking/studying—if you have long hair.

armin

cheek poking, tucking his face into your neck while you do random things like study or go on your phone with him just spectating from behind, going out of his way to inquire about details about you (“hey i’m omw just at the store, what’s ur fav chocolate bar?” “ya i saw him w his cousin...yo do u have any cousins?”), making finger-man and walking him all over your arms and back and shoulders absently, constantly smoothing his hands over your hair and cupping your face in both hands especially while you guys just talk about random stuff like dinner plans, looking up answers to random questions you ask like “wait is it spelled or spelt” “how am i supposed answer that it’s not in the textbook”), just grabbing your chin or jaw and making you look at him when he wants your attention.

jean

pulling your legs onto his lap when you guys sit on the couch, pressing his much bigger body to yours on crowded public transit to hide you between himself and the wall/door, unexplainable urge to eat his meals with you (“i just got off work n i have chipotle can i come eat at yours?”), listening super intently to trivial things like friend drama to the point where you can be like “i’m going out with ___” and he’ll go “didn’t she steal your fenty lipgloss out of your bag and lie about it?”), rather than the waist, usually placing his hands higher (kinda underneath armpits/side of boobs if you have them), looking at you with a questioning thumbs up when you’re sitting across the room to make sure you’re okay, constantly suppressing the urge to play with your hair.

[pinkchanelbag]

love-hate sex with eren.

it always starts with the subtle way he riles you up. you can’t even be sure if it’s on purpose, the same way you can’t tell if your much less subtle provocations are either. mostly, it’s because you ask difficult questions that he can’t—doesn’t want—to answer. and despite his resistance, he still won’t ever let you leave as you pick up your bag and turn to the door. his hand is reaching for your wrist and tossing your bag across the room, and when you start in the opposite direction to get it, he slides his body in your way so you’re forced into his arms. the problem is, once you’re in them, you never actually want to leave.

“fuck...fuck.” there’s frustration in your moan. eren’s breaths are hot on your ear, sending goosebumps down your shoulder and the side of your spine. your bodies move together like the rocking of a boat. his arms are wrapped so, so tightly around your middle, but you’re no better with the way you encase his head to the place below your collarbones and above your tits. like this, on his lap, with his cock buried deep in your warmth, your heart swells stupidly at the way he clings and presses to you, trying to get impossibly closer.

“fuck, baby...” the last syllable tapers off into an airy groan. eren uses his two-armed grip on you to push and pull you on his cock himself. when your hands tangle in his hair and tug, hard, he hisses and whips his gaze to yours. there’s some challenge in his eyes, but something else too. something that makes you, or rather lets you, pull even harder on his brown strands until his head is tilting back and stretching his adam’s apple. a glint in his eyes telling you, yeah, go ahead. take it out on me. i know you want to. a despicable pleasure.

you raise him one by craning down and fitting your mouth into the side of his neck to sink your teeth into the skin there. first, you feel his cock jump inside you. then you hear the guttural groan he lets out at the feeling. and then, you’re lurching into his chest the moment he starts jackhammering into your cunt. the half-yelp half-moan you let out forces your teeth off him. it’s all you can do to brace your hands on his shoulders and let him slam you into with every one of his upward thrusts. 

“god,” he says in a broken whine. “feel good. this pussy feels s’good.”

and just like that, at his diminished voice, the hands in his hair turn to gentler strokes and grips, tickling his scalp while he continues to pound you.

the knot in your stomach is winding so tight that your body has locked all its muscles. exhaustion leaks into your veins, both physical and emotional. it’s hard to know what your true feelings are when you’re this tired, which is why you always give into this sanctuary. in the end, you can’t remember what being angry at eren feels like. 

you flop your head into the crook of his neck. he slows down just a bit, but only to slightly unwrap his arms to hold your hips and grind you down onto him. you whimper into his neck at the feeling. his fingers find your hair and tug it back to look at your face.

there’s a light coating of sweat and tears on your face, and eren has never found you more beautiful than now.

“don’t leave, okay?” he murmurs. his voice, previously so gone, is now composed, like his mind has cleared from its haze to tell you this one thing.

his other hand finds your clit and presses on it just how he knows will make you cum in seconds.

(he always makes sure you finish first because he wants the thing that sends him over the edge to be the way you squeeze him so tight.)

“don’t leave.”

he presses a tender kiss to your cheek as a string of quiet whines leads you to your orgasm. your hands snake around his waist in a genuine hug, and his eyes find home in the way your face contorts in pleasure as you tell him you won’t, you won’t leave, and you crash into your climax. crash, and crash, and burn.

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what we want. [e. jaegar]

in order to bus to the ball tournament, you, the team manager, have to stay the night at the house of the startup point guard and your best friend, eren.

wc: 5k.

cw: NSFW 18+, female bodied reader, not proofread.

note: this is so LONG IM SO SORRY im literally incapable of pnp. but enjoy hehe.

“get down,” eren murmured into your ear. 

you barely heard him above connie and marco’s obnoxious singing, but you did hear him. looking up into his face, you could see he was serious and that his eyes were staring out of the car window and at something. when you followed his gaze, you spotted the cop car, and quickly pushed yourself further down into eren’s lap, grunting with the effort. 

“connie, shut up!” armin said from his seat beside you with jean on his opposite side. the poor guy got stuck with the middle seat, between the two tallest players on the team, no less. not to mention the entire body eren carried on his lap. 

from the front seat, connie halted his wailing of party in the usa to whip his head back with an offended glare, but when he noticed armin and eren’s attention towards, there he saw it, a cop car, he murmured an oh shit and slapped marco’s shoulder. the power forward stopped singing himself and quickly took the hint. the car was quiet for a few moments as you uncomfortably curled your upper body downwards. your face was close to eren’s knees and your lower half was pressing into your friend’s in a way that was hard for either of you to ignore. you groaned at the position, calling out to your friends. 

“next time, jean takes someone’s lap.” 

“why me!?” he exclaimed. “it should be connie, he’s the shortest.”

“HEY,” connie yelled. “it’s my car. unless you shits plan on walking to the tournament, what i say goes.” it didn’t take long for the members of the starting lineup to break out into a petty argument over who should sit on whose lap, but you still sat crouched into eren’s lap, huffing with annoyance. you knew it was a stupid idea to try to fit all six of you in the car, especially during rush hour when police had a special eye out. 

“you’re good now,” eren chuckled. you unfolded yourself and hit him on the arm. 

“don’t laugh,” you said. he didn’t, but he continued to smile for a few moments. that was, until you started rolling your head to the left and right to stretch out your neck. 

“fucking hell,” you groaned, oblivious to the way eren’s eyes lined the columns of your throat. 

“yeah...we definitely can’t do this again...” he laughed. you looked back at him with an amused smile, and he knew you understood his meaning. well, it had been many years since you were anything but brazen around eren. 

“you guys are gross,” armin stated with a raised brow. you simply stuck your tongue out at him. just then, the car hit an especially sharp bump in the road that a) practically bounced you on eren’s lap and b) elicited a sharp sound from the trunk. eren grunted at the impact of you landing back on his lap. you braced yourselves against his thighs.

“connie!” you shouted. “you’re gonna break my perfume bottle, you asswipe!”

“you broke my dick,” eren squeaked. 

“how is a road bump my fault!? i hate you guys, i’m never driving you again!” the small guard in the driver’s seat started. “and it’s not my fault you live across the fucking city, y/n!” 

you simply huffed at that, because there was little you could say. the bus would come house to house to pick you all up for the basketball tournament early tomorrow morning, and your house was so ridiculously far from the school that it would disrupt the entire trip schedule to go out of the way picking you up. you volunteered to spare the additional expenses and time and just not come, but the team had insisted that they needed their manager there. so the solution had been to stay at the home of one of the players, and it wasn’t exactly a tough decision, seeing as the startup point guard, the boy whose genitals you just smushed, has been your best friend since your first day of university. 

“sorry,” you mumbled to him, but he shook his head to dismiss it. you realized that as you had clutched his thighs for support, he had sunk his hands into the plush of your outer thighs near your hips to brace himself against the pain. the hairs that fell from his bun tickled your ear as your bodies leaned over, and when he spoke you could hear it ridiculously close.

“little gentler next time?” he murmured. you felt goosebumps rise on your arms at the implication, at next time, but you simply dismissed him with a shh. 

it wasn’t always like this, that was true. you and eren truly were friends, and had built that friendship based on mutual struggle through your first year as university students. but you supposed that the two of you had gotten closer in the second semester last year, when the weather was kinder and you had more classes together and more free time. more friends, more comfortable spaces and knowing your way around. and throughout the summer, you had spent many days together, along with your combined friend group, and you and eren had always been especially connected. you were best friends, probably. you’d never cared enough to think about it. 

“okay, get out.” connie turned over to look into the back, in particular at you and eren. he’d skidded to a stop in front of eren’s mother’s house. quite a few members of the basketball team had already lived in the city prior to getting into university, so made no use of the student residence when they had homes of their own already. lucky for you, eren was one of those people. you didn’t think you’d be able to last the night in a boy’s tiny dorm. 

after pulling your luggage and eren’s gym bag out the trunk, heeding jean’s don’t you dare be late threats and bidding goodbye to the exhausting starting lineup, you and eren finally made your way into the house.

for all the time you’d spent together in the last year and a half, you’d never been to eren’s house. because of how far you lived, you often spent the night in your friend sasha’s dorm for the night, so there was never reason to stay at anyone’s home but hers and your own. this was your first year as basketball team manager. it was also your first tournament, and as exciting as it was, you were too exhausted from the week to care at the moment.

after practically wrestling your tiny suitcase from your hands, eren nodded in the direction of a staircase.

“mom’s not home right now. c’mon,” he said, bag in each hand. his shoulder blades bulged sharply through the fabric of his team t-shirt at the effort of going up the stairs with the weight. you hardly noticed the way your eyes rested on the sight as you followed him up.

“um...hope you don’t plan on putting me in the same bed as you,” you said, arriving to the top of the stairs. eren threw his gym bag down one direction of the landing where you saw an open door to what looked like a laundry room. eren let out an amused heh under his breath.

“nah, don’t worry. you’ll sleep on the floor.”

you smacked his back lightly as you followed him into his bedroom. he only laughed again, putting down your suitcase and straightening up as you stepped aside from behind him to take a look at the room.

“oh, you are such a boy,” were the first words out of your mouth. eren gave you a look, but you only giggled and did a 360 of the room. pale blue walls lined with occasional sports posters. on one side, a wall closet with its door closed and an overflowing laundry hamper standing nearby. an unmade twin bed with a textbook teetering at the end of it, a tv, playstation, and overflowing bookshelf set up against the wall that had the door, and a window staring back opposite you with a view of the cul-de-sac. when stated in those terms, it might’ve sounded like eren was rich or close to it, but really it wasn’t as simple as that. it was actually quite a small bedroom, in a neighborhood of mostly one-storey houses filled with diverse families. you knew from what eren had told you in the past that he started out playing basketball with kids in the area, one of whom had a net set up in his driveway. years later, eren was able to go to college on a partial sports scholarship. 

“i’ve had this room since i was eight,” eren huffed. you giggled and continued to look around with shuffled, timid steps. on the other hand, eren stepped into the room and laid down on his bed. he upper body and thighs rested on the mattress, his knees bent and feet still touching the ground. he brought his hands to his head and let out a groan of exhaustion. practice had been especially gruelling all week to prepare for the tournament.

“have i mentioned that you stink?” you told him, still standing near the door.

“about a hundred times. i’ll shower in a bit.” he brought his hands away from his face and instead clasped them behind his head to look at you. “you can come in, you know.”

you couldn’t help but smile. “actually, this room is kinda cute. i’ve never had a home i stayed in for so long.” you turned to look at the bookshelf, which of course had few books in it. instead it had shoeboxes, old baseball gloves, some framed pictures, and years’ worth of tokens and trinkets of eren’s life. “can i look through all your shit?” you turned to him and asked with a purposely too-bright smile. eren chuckled and gestured in a manner that said have at it, and so you began poking at the memories along the shelf. you were careful not to step on the tip of eren’s feet (again, the room wasn’t exactly big) as you glanced along the wall at the sports trophies and posters. it was a strange thing how you could see these naked glimpses into eren’s life. it was a rather casual kind of intimacy, you thought. it made you smile, being able to be closer to eren. you figured there’d been lots of girls in this room, but you got an almost childish satisfaction at knowing that while they got one busy night, you’d gotten, and would continue to get, the intimacies from eren that allowed you to see the boy for who he really was, and that made you equally special to him. 

it was also strange how you couldn’t really know the way eren’s eyes followed your figure as you shifted in a semi circle through the room. you stopped halfway along your route, looking at the closet and then turning to meet eren’s gaze, asking permission. eren nodded his consent, and you opened the closet, giggling at the way he’d no doubt shoved a few stray things in the room into it in anticipation of your arrival.

“shut up,” he said, but there was no push in his voice. he propped himself up on his elbow and lulled his head over one shoulder to look at where you stood at his side. he wasn’t exactly conscious of it, but he found some comfort and enjoyment in watching you walk and move, watching your torso twist and your hips and legs sway idly. it was the same with your face, how he watched it almost as a default rest stop for his eyes. he liked watching the muscles of your existence move to animate you. 

of course, jean would just call it staring at your ass. 

“i’m gonna go shower,” eren finally said after having his moment of rest. he heaved himself off the bed and grabbed a towel from the hook behind the door. 

“can i get changed in here?” you asked, fingers scratching your jeans. 

“go for it,” and then he was off, just barely missing the little oooh you made at finding a hoodie of eren’s in the closet that you’d always particularly liked on him. 

in the shower, eren let the water run over his back muscles. he leaned against the wall and sighed, and found that there was a content smile on his face. he was excited for this night. being around you was fun. not just fun like entertaining, but genuinely giddy. he always looked forward to when it was just the two of you. even more so considering the way the two of you had been subconsciously pushing the boundary of physical touch between friends. tonight, he looked forward to being able to pull you against him as you watched a movie or have you braid his hair, or something. he liked being close to you in a way that was different than any other girls. he didn’t pay it much mind. 

he was done his shower before long, stalking into the hall and towards his bedroom with his towel wrapped around his torso. he figured he’d grab some clean clothes and go back to the bathroom to change. when he pushed the ajar door, his jaw hung open at seeing you crouched quite close to where he stood, where he had dropped your suitcase that you now rummaged through. you looked up at him, and for both parties, the angle was nothing short of lewd. you peered up at eren in nothing but his towel and chain, hair down and wet, drops of water dotting his toned stomach and arms. if he had stepped a foot closer, you’d surely be able to see right up the towel. meanwhile, eren looked down at you kneeled by his feet, and didn’t miss that you had changed into a hoodie and sleep shorts. his hoodie. 

“that’s mine,” he said dumbly. you lifted yourself up slowly so as not to lean forward any closer to him. 

“yeah,” you replied, and your tone was nervous, which was a first despite your not so occasional suggestive circumstances with the boy. “where are your clothes?” 

the two of you stood close but not too close, and far but not quite that far. it felt weirdly like a confrontation, like there was something you were supposed to say to each other. 

“there,” eren said, nodding at the closet. he cleared his throat and side-stepped you. his hand grazed your waist as he passed, and you felt your breath hitch. what the hell?

you didn’t really process it, but rather just turned around to absently watch him. but when you saw the way his shoulder blades flexed as he reached into the shelves of the closet, you had to manually suck in a breath. 

meanwhile, eren could practically feel his fingers itch at the way you’d look with legs bare and the zipper of his hoodie nicely revealing your collarbone. in an instant, he was struck with the panic of popping a boner right then and there. when he turned to leave, he had to hold back a groan at the way you just stood there. 

“i’m gonna go change in the, uh...” he said, stepping forward once again to leave the room, once again needing to go around you. this time, however, he moved slower because he couldn’t help but look at you. it took all his willpower not to drag his eyes up and down your figure. he managed to simply stare at the exposed skin at your sternum. 

“mmhm,” you hummed, but now neither of you moved. after a few moments, eren spoke again.

“why you wearing that?” it was a casual question, so why was his gaze so intense? 

“oh, uh,” you breathed a nervous laugh. “i just always liked this. liked how it looked on you, plus it’s comfy...” 

“looks better on you.” you bunched the fabric in your hands nervously, but that only accentuated where your thighs and hips curved together, and eren gulped, inching closer. “looks good.” 

you looked away from his stare, but found that your vision was consumed mostly by his unbearable chest. the towel he held, along with clothes bunched in his fingers, did little to hide the v-shaped path leading to--

“can you put a shirt on?” you asked, poking his hard stomach. your voice wasn’t as joking as you’d hoped it would be, but still eren laughed. 

“problem?” he asked. before you could retrieve the finger, he grabbed it in his free hand, and you were breathing manually again. and this time, his gaze was too much not to meet. and it said what you both were thinking. in fact, it was so obvious that two conversations seemed to exist: the verbal one, and the one between your eyes, the latter being the more forthcoming. you stood there for a few moments more. eren’s hand shifted to clasp your four fingers. 

“you okay?” he asked. he wasn’t sure what he intended with the question, but he wanted to know the answer anyway. 

“um...yeah.” and it was true. you’d never actually felt uncomfortable around eren. “...just nervous.” 

eren smiled softly. 

“me too.” 

he pulled you into him by your hand to collide his lips with yours. 

once the hand is free, you plant both of them on the tops of his bare shoulders, and his skin is so warm that it lights fire in your stomach. his one hand rests on the place above your waist and under your arm before sliding to the centre of your back to pull you as close as he can without letting go of his towel. but as your bodies shifted, so did the towel, and he had to fumble with his hand to shimmy it back up his hips. he pulled away with a woah woah woah to readjust it, hand still on your waist. you met each other’s eyes, breaths short. 

“what are we doing?” he asked. not in a negative way, but rather as if he was asking for the next step. 

“i don’t know,” you said with an identical tone. “is this bad?”

“uh...i don’t think it--wait, do you mean the kiss?”

“no, no the kiss wasn’t ba-”

“yeah, good ki...good, uh-”

“i mean is this-” you gestured between you and him with your eyes. “-bad?”

“it doesn’t have to be if we don’t want it to.” 

“so...we want it?” you asked, and there was a slight nod of your head. eren grinned, his own slight nod back before taking your lips again. there was something equal parts tender and needy. it was evident in the way eren’s arm wrapped all the way around you to put his hand on your opposite hip, fingers tangled in the hem of the hoodie and scrunching it up just enough for you to feel his fingers on the skin of your waist. his head was caged between your arms, but he didn’t seem to mind. you could feel everything. his damp hair slicking your cheeks and curtaining both of your faces, the way his lips stroked yours, his chest against yours, the heat in your core. 

you were pulled out of the daze at eren’s steps backwards towards the bed, bringing you with him. now, with his back to the foot of the bed, he laughed sheepishly. you noticed he’d long dropped his change of clothes to the ground. 

“i am very naked,” he said. you burst into a giggle at which he rolled his eyes with red cheeks, and it was strange to see eren bashful over his appearance for the first time. it was endearing, intimate. 

“sit,” you told him softly. he did as you told him, with legs spread but not quite enough to reveal the towel’s contents (though the bulge in the fabric was very hard to miss). once again, his free hand came up to touch you, stroking the plush of your thigh and admiring you with impatience. 

“you’re pretty,” he said, and somehow it made your heart swell. his tone was so genuine, so identical to the way he’d tell you “your shoe’s untied,” or “i can walk you home.” his tone reiterated how you’d never once felt uncomfortable around the boy, not even now as you stood on the verge of a huge decision. it was just eren. there was no hesitation or weirdness. you couldn’t express in words how much you appreciated it, so instead you grinned and hooked you fingers in the waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs. 

eren leaned back to give you room. despite wanting you to strip, he couldn’t wait it out, pulling you in by one hand and splaying it in the exact place where your back arches. he buried his nose close to your navel and you careened into him with your hands burying in his hair. “so pretty,” he murmured, exploring your skin. he squeezed at the back of your thighs, and grazed your ass, making eye contact with you for any sign of hesitation before he kneaded the fatty flash in his hand. he groaned into you, forehead on your stomach as he felt as much of you as he could. 

“eren,” you breathed. you didn’t know what you wanted of him or what you wanted to say, but he seemed to understand anyway. he pushed up the bottom of the hoodie to plant kisses just above the waistband of your black panties--he had to keep from focusing on the darkened spot at the bottom of the panties or he’d surely cum in his towel. 

you whined at the kisses and at the way they felt so much and not even close to enough all at once. his breath was hot and lips and tongue wet as they travelled up. impatiently, you unzipped the rest of the hoodie and took it from eren’s grip to let it slide off your arms. he pulled back just enough to look your black panty and bra set clad body up and down with heavy eyes. the way his mouth hung open almost primitively told you he wanted this just as much as you. 

“fuck.” the single word sent vibrations straight down to your cunt. and then he brought you in again to suck at any bit of skin he could reach. he groped at your ass more before moving to your tits, and you took the hint to unclasp your bra. it was gone in a moment, and finally, eren tugged at your hand to bring you down on his lap. he adjusted the towel so that it would cover him without needing a hand but in such a way that the slightest jostle would expose him. you straddled his thighs with a knee bent on either side of the bed, and with his other hand finally free, eren gripped both ass cheeks and pulled you in to lick a long stripe along one of your tits. you couldn’t hold back the moan, practically lurching it forward and letting it burst in his ear. he rutted up into your clothed pussy at the noise. his mouth latched around one nipple and suckled like a starving man, earning more pretty sounds from you as you gripped the hair at his scalp in the most delicious way. he switched to the other breast, hands still spreading your cheeks apart and itching so so close to where you needed him. 

“eren,” you whined. he knew. he could feel the wet spot on his own towel now. 

“mmm...talk to me,” he said into the fat of your chest. “what do you want?” he would hardly restrain himself. his dick practically ached with need, but still his utter adoration at the way your eyes screwed shut was enough to get him to take his time. “whatever you want, i’ll do it.” 

his words alone had you grinding down onto him. “need you...” you said in a too-high voice, mouth close to his ear. eren’s pace didn’t change. still there was an air of expectation. “need you inside me.” you felt him breathe a deep sigh underneath you, and you could swear you felt him twitch in the towel.

“okay. okay, baby.” 

he gently pushed you back, one hand still on your behind to keep you steady, the other one coming to finally move aside his towel. upon seeing his cock spring forward, you couldn’t understand how he could’ve managed to keep it tented under there for so long. 

“oh, god,” you breathed. you rested the crown of your head in the crook of his neck with your head titled down to awe at his blushing tip that leaked precum. he stroked himself a few times.

“you okay?” he asked, voice strained but somehow still soft with concern. you nodded eagerly, shimmying back up his thighs. it took both of your hands and one of his to push your panties to the side and line him up with your sopping entrance. the contact made you both suck in a breath, and eren leaned back just slightly to let you inch your way down whenever you were ready. 

you sunk down painfully slow onto his head, and eren grunted harshly. his hands gripped the sheets behind him to keep from rutting up into you. your hands came forward to seek purchase on his shoulders. how could he feel this good already when you’d barely gotten past the head? he was already nudging oh so gently on your g-spot, and you had to steel yourself for a moment before sinking down with more confidence. you and eren moaned in unison at the sudden movement, and the burning stretch he gave you felt unreal. you were trying to bottom out, and he was trying to be patient, but the way you were sucking at him was pushing his resolve. 

“y/n...” he breathed. you hummed in understanding, and finally, you brought yourself down to touch his thighs to yours. you yelped lightly and leaned into him to take a second. “ah...doing good. take your time, pretty girl.” eren’s arms brought you into an embrace, and the lack of movement allowed him time to stave off his climax and allowed you time to get used to the way he was splitting you open. before long, you were able to wiggle your hips and sway back and forth. eren hummed deeply, helping you pull your hips up before bringing you back down. in a moment, you were doing it all on your own, and he watched how he would disappear over and over again into your leaking hole and the way your tits bounced and your mouth formed an ‘o’. 

“feel good?” he groaned. you whined and nodded, but eren’s hand gripped your jaw lightly. 

“yeah, feels good,” you mumbled airily, concentrating on your movements. eren dragged his thumb over your bottom lip and he couldn’t help himself when he curled it into your mouth and on your tongue. his cock jumped from inside of you when you closed your lips around the digit and began suckling on it needily. 

“ohh, good girl.” the squelching sounds combined with the slapping of skin was nothing short of lewd. you bounced yourself up and down on eren’s dick as best as you could, trying to find the angle that smashed your g-spot every time. the soreness in your thighs slowed your movements every little while, and eren didn’t miss the way you whined for more that you couldn’t give yourself. 

he gripped at your hips to slow you down before he started pistoning up into your with all the stamina he still hadn’t used. you made a noise just short of a scream and collapsed into his broad chest, but eren was quick to wrap you up. “i got you,” he breathed over and over. the sweat collected on his forehead with the effort of his pace. your moans were nonstop now, stringing into one incoherent babble into his ear that he absolutely adored. your stomach grew hotter and hotter until it felt like it would erupt. 

“eren,” you said with urgency. he didn’t need to hear you say it. instead, he brought one hand between the two of you to rub at your clit, and it was all you could take before you practically sobbed into his neck and clenched impossibly tight around him. your arms squeezed him half to death as you saw white, pleasure rippling all over your body in waves. 

“y/n, y/n,” you just barely heard eren muttering. his sloppy movements that he brought to a fumbling pace and the way he nudged at your elbows was enough for you to practically melt off his lap, pulling off his cock only to replace it with your mouth within a moment. you sucked at his tip for not five seconds before eren was jerking into your mouth and emitting broken moans, warm cum shooting into your throat. you suckled at him gently to work him through the high, collecting every drop before cleaning him off. you pulled away carefully, and eren watched as you gulped down his cum before smiling at him. he shook his head in awe. 

“c’mere,” but before you could he was pulling you into his body with one hand. he brought you with him as he let his back hit the mattress. you took a few moments to catch your breaths before either of you spoke. 

“okay?” you asked him. eren reached an arm up to pull down his comforter and fit it messily on top of your naked bodies. his hands came to your waist and wrapped around you as tight as they could. finally, he leaned down to kiss at your hairline a few times before laying back with a sigh.

“okay.”

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aot boys + “you’re pretty”

you tell them they’re pretty over text.

includes: armin, eren, jean, connie.

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eren + “girls will really get an attitude ‘cause they miss you.”

connie ver. | jean ver. | levi ver. | armin ver.

[pinkchanelbag]

apartment 6C. [e. jaeger]

the annoying guy in the apartment above you refuses to keep quiet, so it’s time to fight fire with fire.

cw: not proofread? idk like cussing also armin’s high lol

wc: 1k.

note: yes i got lazy in the end so what? idk this is just a funny idea i had it has potential but i am simply too tired to continue it rn enjoy lol.

“jesus christ i’m gonna fucking kill him!”

“is that—oh...okay,” jean doesn't get to finish his sentence before you get up from your place at the coffee table, round the couch, and yank open the tiny storage room in the kitchen.

“can’t you just file a complaint?” sasha asks. her eyes follow you curiously as she nestles an open box of pizza in her lap on the loveseat.

“you saying she should snitch?” connie pulls a face that’s meant for her, but his eyes are glued to the tv screen as his posture jerks left and right in accordance to the xbox controller in his hands.

you return with indistinct grumbles under your breath. jean snickers at you until he sees what you’ve brought back.

“fighting fire with fire?” he cranes his neck up from his seat on the floor to look at you standing. you give him a deadpan expression before stepping up onto the coffee table, taking the bright red broom in both your hands, and knocking the pointy end into the ceiling. one, two, three, four times, firm and fast.

“woah!” armin’s entire body jolts, the book in his one open palm getting tossed to the floor and the joint in between the fingers of his other hand dangerously close to being loosed. “what the hell was that!?”

“what?” eren calls to his friend from the other room. the kitchen door swings open as he steps through with two beers tucked between his long fingers and the other hand holding his phone to his line of vision.

“that scared the shit out of me,” armin breathes. “loud ass knocking from the floor below.”

eren’s eyes flick up from his phone. his hair sticks out of his small ponytail messily, a result of his frenzied reactions to watching the football game that has only just recently ended. the game was neck and neck the entire time, and it completely fried his nerves, not to mentions his friends’. at some point eren put armin in such an excited chokehold that mikasa had to chop him on the nape of his neck before the blond passed out. but it was still a win, topped off with panned shots of the stadium chanting we will rock you with deafening claps and stomps. armin and mikasa shared bemused looks at the way eren sang and percussed along like a little kid watching cartoons. yeah, he’d gotten a little rowdy.

“whatd’ya mean?” he asks to be sure.

“like, it sounded like if someone was pounding on a door except the door...was the floor,” armin leans back against the seat behind him and rests his head on the cushion, legs spread out across the floor and his joint-carrying arm raised high in the air, clearly already over the disturbance. he doesn’t catch the grin that rises slowly to eren’s face.

“she thinks she’s slick.”

“you’re gonna put a hole in your ceiling,” sasha tells you with curious eyes and no particular warning in her tone. her mouth works around the pizza as she talks.

“if it means it’ll fuck up his flooring, then i won’t mind as much,” you scoff, taking jean’s extended hand to help you down from the table.

“will somebody pleeease play mario kart with me,” connie hollers. any potential reply is cut short by a booming thud that has all four of you jumping out of your skin. sasha makes an eep sound chokes on her pizza, and connie—whose remote flew out of his hands at the sound— gets up to thump against her back as she coughs.

“what the fuck?” jean asks in genuine disbelief. it seems he’s finally catching on to the situation at hand. and then he’s looking at you, and you’re fuming.

“do you enjoy making people not like you?” armin asks his friend. there’s a confused frown etched onto his face as he watch eren drop a heavy dumbbell he’d retrieved from his room onto his hardwood floor.

“not especially, but with this girl it’s fun.”

“what girl?” armin asks, and he’s crawling onto the couch to lay on his back.

“lives under. she goes to trost too, but probably in a different school.” he lifts the dumbbell with one hand, veins protruding up his arm, and places it next to the tv stand before coming to sit on the floor in front of the couch. “annoying...as hell. like, gives me a dirty look if i take more than one of the complementary muffins in the lobby. complementary literally means free,” he says incredulously. his hand reached up to yank out his hairtie and re-pull his hair away from his face for a new bun. “plus, she’s friends with that guy jean.”

“from high school? didn’t he like mikasa?” armin asks. with eyes closed and his hands behind his head, he looks like the definition of unbothered. eren hums in confirmation.

“yeah, imagine my fuckin’ horror when i come home one day to see the hot girl who lives a floor down with horse face.” he pauses for a moment before continuing the one-sided conversation, though he doesn’t appear fazed. “they’re not together though. she comes home from dates or whatever sometimes.” armin makes an mhm sound as an act of attentiveness.

“ready?” connie asks. upon getting the okay, resounding crashes and clangs echo through the panels of wood beneath eren’s body. it’s not as startling as knocking, but tenfold more annoying.

“keep going!” jean yells over the crashing pots and pans. he begins alternating between banging his spatula into the casserole pan and onto the ceiling itself. connie hits the inside of his pot with a wooden spoon as if ringing a church bell, hand moving almost too fast to see. he pairs this with a sound akin to a turkey gobble, high and aggressive like a war cry. and finally, you and sasha each grip the handle of a large metal wok and smack its underside over and over again with your own tools of choice.

“eren,” armin says in part-groan part-whine. “why’d you provoke her? i’m tryna sleep.”

but the brunette’s attention is elsewhere. once again, that sly smile plastered to his face, he’s all too cheerful for a person whose ears are undergoing a violent assault.

“you know what this means, right...?” eren says. armin hmphs.

“you’re a child.”

“this means war, man.”

[pinkchanelbag]

eren + alt bi gf and no social media presence gamer bf 

inspired from a tweet idk lmao but modern gamer eren make my brain go brrrr

cw: mild mentions of nsfw

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- FIRSTLY we will be talking about how eren looks with the bun and headset combo

- hair flying out when he’s getting into it, or the way he frustratedly pulls the headset down to sit on his neck as he throws his head back in his chair to groan over the game and his adams apple bobs as he complains

- or the way his fingers expertly fly over his controller and sometimes you can’t help but stare at them shamelessly considering he’s too focused to notice

- ANYWAYYYYYYY

- eren’s style would be pretty different from yours mostly because he doesn’t particularly have one - very much a fan of simple hoodies, crewnecks, tight fit shirts, and sweatpants or joggers if he’s gotta go somewhere plus some converse maybe some jordans if he’s feeling particular 

- christ he’s so sexy

- you on the other hand are into experimenting with expression and put the time into makeup, accessories, clothes, shoes, all of it

- it’s not to say you’re a girly girl or whatever or even necessarily into fashion; it’s just a form of expression that is really unique!

- and eren, though usually pretty chill, is in love with it

- if your preference for fashion is a bit more out there, then he’s def into it, happy to give his opinion on new things you’re looking into, etc. 

- if it’s a bit more typical alt (oxymoron LOL?) he’d love that too cause he literally already thinks you’re ridiculously cute but then seeing you in the aesthetic and state where you’re most YOU is practically arousing to him 

- on that note - trust that this man does not care how conservative or revealing your clothing is

- you could wear hoodies 4 times too big and he’d think it looks fire (and would also wanna scoop you into his arms and give you kisses and maybe make you make some pretty ‘O��� faces)

- or you could be wearing crop tops and booty shorts and he’d be helping you pick out what shoes to go with 

- THE DEFINITION OF “where what you want, i can fight.”

- imagine you have some sort of big internet following like tiktok, twitter, etc? and it’s well known ur in a relationship and without even needing to be present or known, eren radiates bde 

- having zero socials except like discord or something but also not being a bitchless incel and having this sick ass gf? whew 

- not to mention this man is well in touch with his kinky side

- he’s incredibly laid back, so he’s a chill sorta dom

- the *quarks a single eyebrow and has you straightening your act immediately* kind of dom 

- god help you if you do something like outfit showings for him...you better hope you kept note of where you got that one top from because you might suddenly find it ripped off your body (he’ll pay for the new one of course <3}

- and of course!! is wholly supportive of your sexuality

- although being bi is by no means synonymous to being sexually promiscuous, IF your sexuality results in you being more open to certain things (”effeminate” male traits, mayhaps threesomes, etc.) then eren is game to trying anything once - like i said, he’s pretty laidback

- just to touch on the attire once more...sweatpants LMAOOOO the print is phenomenal and if he’s not wearing undies? lord have merthy that thang be swangin

- head under the gaming desk? mhm

- riding him while he’s on discord with his friends? ye

- eating the million dolla puthy after being on the game too long and not giving you attention? yup yup yup

- just...yeah gamer eren lives in my head rent free

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[pinkchanelbag]

eren + armin with a rambly, contemplative s/o

self indulgent as hell cause this the shit i be on, i can’t think of a title for this also like overthinking really hard but about like nature, the world, humans, etc???? 

armin

- ok well he’s the same way LOL so every time you get into one of your philosophical “what’s the meaning of life” rabbit holes he joins in

- it’s not uncommon for the others to find you and armin practically jumping up and down when you both come to a similar conclusion about some idea that you’ve been pondering over

- you’re both just so intelligent and it’s something that isn’t easy to express with others because they don’t understand or don’t care, so finding that in each other is one of a kind

- but anyone who is like this knows that there are times where intro/extrospection can be pretty emotionally draining or damaging, and in the canonverse this can happen A LOT 

- unfortunately sometimes you and armin get so into it that you don’t have the sense to cut the conversation short before you both end up practically braindead and having no faith in humanity

- but having each other means being able to find goodness in the little things and pick up the pieces again <3

- being able to mentally grow together to become smarter, wiser, more enlightened, while also knowing how to keep your own minds from basically consuming you 

- picking up simple hobbies to share together like looking after a lil plant, or just going on silent walks together when everything gets too much or initiating silly car-ride sorts of games to take your minds off things 

- manyyyYYYYYY late night talks where your brains are on the EXACT same wavelength to a point where there is like TENSION

- the brazen exchange of knowledge has so much raw power that it can be almost feral, and because of this, there are times that those talks in the middle of the night come to a halt with piercing gazes and breathless mouths and minds and “c’mere” 

- i cannot tell a lie...those nights be the best sex you guys can have

- it literally is like two souls connecting on intellectual, emotional, spiritual, and physical levels it’s like becoming one person for a short time (but not in a gross way)

- it’s nights like those where you are sure without a single doubt in the world that armin is your soulmate

eren

- eren is quite introspective and thoughtful, but it’s pretty pessimistic :( can’t really blame him but uh-

- unfortunately he’s so pessimistic that it results in close-mindedness 

- “eren what do you want for dinner?” “does it matter? human enjoyment doesn’t change the outcome of-” “eren not again”

- and while you can’t CHANGE him...you sure can astonish him 

- listening to you speak, no matter what it’s about, is something he’ll always enjoy doing, so when you become more comfortable going on long tangents about some deep meaningful topic

- he’s trying to stay on your track but also partly trying to see how you can possibly be so open and...no, it’s not optimism, but rather the absence of chronic existential dread 

- if it’s canonverse, then there’s no question that this is something eren lives with. if it’s modern, then eren is simply pessimistic by nature 

- it’s not that you necessarily see the “best in people” but rather that you see the everything in them...the good and bad and all else all at once 

- hearing you say that kind of stuff often serves as his reminder that there is more than bad, even though he always believes the bad is more powerful in the end

- but a gentle reminder to enjoy the rest of it while he can...that’s what you are to him

- aside from the fact that hearing you speak so passionately and intelligently makes his dick hard LMAO but more on that later 

- but the times that eren most opens up his mind are the times when you’ve pushed yourself into melancholy because of overthinking 

- when you reach a place of mental burnout or “what’s the point” kind of brain (essentially eren’s default mode) eren can’t stand to see you feeling how he feels all the time and does everything that he can to pull you out of that

- taking care of you by bringing you tea or letting you nap it off, or doing things you like to remind you of the little things or just taking your hands and speaking in a soft tone about all the simple, innocent sorts of things he saw that day

- it helps you but more importantly, it helps him (it’s free therapy LMAO)

- your lil sneaky ass very slowly prying a hole open in his closed mind using his love for you 

- and boyyyy does he love you when he sees your eyes light up and the way you talk with your hands and all he wants to do is just have you and before you can do much about it he’s wrapping his arms around you and bringing you close and the mouth on your neck tells you how much he admires you (along with all the other events that follow...)

- eren just deffo feels like he doesn’t deserve you because of your mind, but even more so he feels like the world doesn’t deserve you - like something as smart and pure and understanding as you shouldn’t be subjected to all that happens 

- and although you may not know it, it’s that thought that amplifies his need to protect you, spoil you, see you smile, and treat you in the best way that he’s capable

[pinkchanelbag]

college basketball player eren crushing on photographer reader [1?]

[pinkchanelbag]

OMG THIS IS SO EMBARASSING BUT HEAR ME OUT:

i think about random self care(?) w/ some of the aot guys a lot? like bathing together and washing eachothers hair or them being facinated by a really good exfoliator or like trying to do their own hair but failing miserably and sitting them between my legs so i can do it instead? like just stupid domestic stuff UGH WHATEVER DOWN BAD

NOO THIS IS SO VALID

ok first of all jean really likes just like relaxing baths that’s what comes to my mind. not in a bath bomb with scented candles and massage music kinda thing literally just hot water and soap and he’s relaaaaaaxed. and when you guys get together and you’re like? lol time for an upgrade and you actually introduce him to bath salts/bubble baths/skincare products/hair masks all that he’s literally surprised pikachu AND HE ADORESSS IT and he’s always like the one asking to do it cause after all the fun self care stuff laying back in the hot water with you slumped against his chest....it’s actually a drug.

eren’s dumbass is too damn impatient and fidgety for a bath so you guys do like skincare and stuff over the counter/by the sink and surprisingly he likes learning about the different components of face masks and what they do and REALLY likes applying them he’s like a kid with a tub of play doe. he’s always initially lazy about it like no babe i don’t wanna get off the game to make a homemade egg hair mask, and then he does it and has a blast and also covers the bathroom tiles in yolk. also if he comes home from a bad day and grumbles “i’m gonna shower” please follow him into the bathroom cause he’ll be violently brushing through his wet hair. please pull his hands away gently and undress and climb in with him and reach up to slowly detangle his hair yourself and please let him bow his head into your neck and wrap loose arms around you and lean his tall frame into you like the tired giant he is.

if you want some sickly sweet classical intimacy, armin is a sucker for all the domestic components of bathing together. he’s so gentle when he washes your hair cause he’s literally terrified to hurt you but the feeling of hands going over your shoulders to neatly part the tangled and untangled hair and the way he flattens and smooths it against your head is so comforting. and when you wash his hair he’s literally putty in your hands. your fingers in his scalp literally make all his problems go away. also if you braid his hair when it’s damp out of the shower he’ll get all giggly and smiley trying to stare up at you while you do it and you keep having to tell him to put his head down.

and finally cause i love him with all my heart, there’s no shortage of bald jokes when bathing with connie. HOWEVER once his hair starts to veeeeery slowly sprout from his head and he communicates to you he actually wants to grow it out, you’re right on it to make sure his hair and skin is healthy for hair growth. all the weird and random hair growth practices you get him to do confuse him to no end but he always follows along cause he trusts you and oddly just likes your bossing him around hehe. the one thing he can’t live without though is when you’re in the bath and you switch positions with him so he’s between your legs so you can massage his whole scalp to get blood flow going to grow his hair. he closes his eyes and for once has nothing to say, leaning back into your touch with his back pressed into your chest. he could fall asleep like that (and sometimes does).

[pinkchanelbag]

#500.1 eren + pain

you got . . . . .

stretch. 

eren is sure that if it’s at all possible for all of the blood in a person’s body to stop moving all at once, this is what it feels like. 

the entire squad has managed to scale up the sloping castle wall that’s on the verge of collapse. the whole place is falling apart, too much damage done by titans to stay standing, but there is one safehouse: a reinforced building in the centre courtyard, filled with desperately needed supplies. the entire squad ran out of gas and was forced to find a way up the wall by hand. you and eren are holding up the rear so that he can transform if need be, but the more of his comrades that manage to hoist themselves into the the third highest storey window, he realizes his window of transformation has passed, since he would collapse the entire wall if he did turn. but it’s okay, he won’t need to anymore, because they’ve made it. 

he can’t remember ever making the mistake of not letting you go in first. 

he’s hopping the last rooftop on the wall that looks like the world’s steepest ladder, finally squeezing through the tiny window when he hears the dark crashing of boulders falling to the earth. the wall is crumbling in on itself like a stone avalanche. and he hears the scream, the blood-stopping scream, that you let out and a vague thud, and he whips around to look out the window only to find that jagged stones the size of barrels fell from the battlement and onto the window’s rooftop, blocking more than half of the exit. 

“Y/N!” eren yells. he throws himself against the window and sticks as much of his body out of the window as he can, which is almost nothing. a hole just wide enough to jam his head and a single shoulder through it.

“EREN!” your scream is filled with terror and it takes only one moment to see why as eren sees the titan approaching. easily a ten-meter, though it wouldn’t be able to reach eren unless it jumped. he realizes in horror that it might easily reach you. 

finally, he sees you between the wreckage of stone. the debris dropped you down almost two stories, but you try and make quick work of retracing your steps. but there’s a limp. 

“ARE YOU HURT?”

you’re limping. there’s panic in eren’s voice. he sounds almost like a little boy. and he knows it’s bad when you don’t even reply, too concentrated on trying to haul yourself up while making hhhnnhhngggguughh noises of pained effort. 

“I’M COMING, I’M COMING,” eren yells. he’s just vaguely aware of his squad behind him, looking on in terror and looking for another exit. the titan is slow, still hasn’t noticed you, but still it draws closer. 

“NO, STAY UP THERE!” you tell him. eren grunts in frustration as one of his shoulders stings in pain in its attempt to fit through the hole. the boulders blocking his way have compounded into one powerful wall, and his human form can’t push against them. but in desperation, he knows, he knows he can’t transform, knows that even if he did and the wall collapsed, he might save you in time before you fall but can absolutely not manage to catch his seven other comrades from their deaths. you’re getting closer, about a storey down now where most of the debris settled. eren puts all of himself into stretching his body as near to you as possible. his free hand itches so terribly. he fights the instinct to sink his teeth into the flesh under his thumb and violently, desperately, bitterly, forces himself to choose his comrade’s lives over your own. 

you let out an anguished cry, because the climbing route you’d more or less eyed out was completely demolished by the boulders which now formed a too-tall wall before you. the slow, pounding footsteps stop for a moment, and your heart stops alongside them. and you know the moment the titan has seen you when the pounding resumes, faster, more purposeful. 

“Y/N!” eren screams. you grab at the boulder in front of you, hands reaching to find holds and legs bending to mime out the action of climbing as if it will save you. you ignore the way you can’t feel past the pain in your left leg, how your whole body crumples when you try to put weight on it. you know what’s coming, and you think that it would be better to say the noble thing or maybe to make a final attempt to fight, but the truth is that you’re scared. and you don’t want to die. 

“eren.” you can’t the weeping from your voice as your fingers scrape and cut against merciless grey. you manage one foothold. you gasp and bring yourself up onto it, but it’s not nearly enough. you can see eren’s hands. you can hear his voice but his words don’t register. you don’t want to die. 

“GIVE ME YOUR HAND!” you finally hear him say, and you can’t pull yourself out of panic to tell him that you’re trying, you’re trying but you can’t reach. you come down from the foothold and step your right foot on it before putting all your weight into your toes and pushing yourself up as hard as you can. the pounding earth grows louder between your ears. 

you’re closer now. eren’s yells turn urgent, hopeful, because you’re so close. “DO THAT AGAIN!” he yells, and you follow his orders in numb terror. getting down, placing your foot, and launching up. closer still. again. tears well into your eyes on the third attempt when your fingertips brush eren’s. 

“COME ON!” he yells, and he’s less desperate sounding, but dread fills his chest at how close the titan is. 

you flatten your body against the boulder and screech in pain as you place your left foot into a divot in the stone to bring you just a bit closer. you lean your body, angle it so that you have the most reach with your dominant hand, and eren is doing the same, extending every single joint, every muscle stretched as painfully as possible down to stick-straight fingertips that cry out to reach their destination. and your fingertips touch. 

“come on,” eren tells you. you’re close enough to hear him over the footsteps. your eyes are squeezed shut in effort, in pain, with hot tears leaking out and your teeth gritted. “come on. come on, just a bit more. for me.” you listen to his voice and let it drown out what’s coming. the stretch sets burning aches all through your arm, and eren’s unused shoulder is surely suffering deep cuts at the way he pushes himself forcefully through the window. both at your limit and maintaining a place there, but your trembling fingers brush against each other and and flail desperately for more. 

the footsteps stop. 

“come on,” eren pleads. his voice breaks. “for me.” 

you open your eyes and look up at him and you’re sure he sees the terror in them but you desperately hope that more than that, he sees the love. 

you manage to push the pad of your index finger into his, putting pressure in the closest thing you get to an embrace, to holding on. your eyes are on his eyes, and you won’t let yourself see anything else, and he refuses to look at what’s unfolding. 

“be good, okay?” you tell him. and the fleshy hand that’s been slowly reaching up envelops your torso, and your’e pulled away from eren’s touch. and all he can do is watch.

note: i have no words. GODDAMN.

[pinkchanelbag]

just took a 4 hour nap and had some BUSSIN mac n cheese and i’m here to talk about BUMMY MAN EREN‼️ yes he looks homeless THAT’S THE POINT‼️you make him keep his hair up not cause he looks sexy cause it’s GREASY and you don’t want it in your face when y’all cuddling......the man eats like a MONSTER and sits with his food baby out and i mean OUT t-shirt pulled up before god and everybody so he can groan and rub his stomach like a overdue pregnant lady......don’t ask if he’s shaved he HASN’T....you gon SEE these sad straggly lil pubes on his chin....and there is not one clean dish in his house so either bring your own, or come over with dish soap to wash yourself something cause he don’t got that either.....his socks are chronically wet....his keyboard is oily as all hell...his bedsheets smell like fries.......god himself recoils from this man.

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okay but like...i kinda want eren to look at me and just *sharp inhale* ygm? walking out of the bathroom, absentmindedly combing my fingers through my curls because the product keeps dripping down my fucking forehead and it's making my face do that scrunchy thing he absolutely adores. i imagine him being a soft, silent observer when enamoured and it drives me WILDT PLZ

MMMMMMM no literally like you know when sometimes you have those moments where for some reason your brain looks at something and registers it as if you’re seeing it for the first time like it’s a weird existential moment? that happens so often when eren looks at you and it actually winds him cause you’re so FUCKING stunning and it makes his heart sorta ache and his dick hard at the SAME TIME LMFAOO cause it’s just his body’s natural reaction but he doesn’t even do anything for awhile he just watches you until you notice and go “....what??” and his soft smile, and tongue-in-cheek, and loving eyes that stare at you like he’s your last meal.....whew baybee buckle in.

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EREN JAEGAR HOLD MY ARCH IN PLACE WITH BRUISING GRIP WHILE YOU DESTROY ME FROM THE BACK CHALLENGE?

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guys omg send me your hyper specific self indulgent aot/hq hcs here is one of mine as example:

i do this thing that’s similar to a backhug but it’s just. putting your forehead or the crown of your head on someone’s back as a way to acknowledge their presence/be near them/almost like the loading screen BEFORE starting a conversation with that person. sometimes i’ll just bow my head and put my crown on a person’s back and scroll through my phone, leaning on them.

imagine doing this to eren. he often finds your absentminded touch the most heart squeezing, so feeling your head come to rest between his shoulder blades (if you’re even tall enough to reach them) and your body weight gently weighing on him is just so??? soothing????? in a way? he doesn’t even move to hug you properly or anything cause he knows you’re comfortable there. he just stands and smiles softly to himself, waiting a decent amount of time before he can engulf you into a hug.