#pro eren jaeger

[kittenfangirl20]

Eren with his soulmate and the love of his life, Historia Reiss the Queen of Paradis.

[ramonathinks]

CONNIE, FLOCH, EREN, HAWKS, GOJO, GETOU

[divinesewagebeing]

thought I'd share this here because Tiktok and Twitter does me 0 help when it comes to sharing art :) This account might aswell be called "everyday Eren art" eh? also!! freaking out cause oh god his birthday is approaching!!!!!

[harley-rose25]

I just saw a comment on an insta post that said that Eren was forced to do the rumbling and he wouldn't kill anyone if he had the choice. Like, gurl, I'm a big fan of being delulu but be for real. Also can we not take agency away from a character just cause we don't like what they did so now we have to justify it.

and by we I mean you. As far as I'm concerned the only problem with the rumbling is that he stopped. oh and also that he also killed all the animals and trees. Like wtf did the trees do to you, Eren? I'm not even sure how anyone survived for long afterwards since he fucked the ecosystem so bad. But the humans, yea fuck the humans; those things are gross.

'' Waaah! Eren Killed billions of people!! You support genocide!!!!'' yea well, they were all garbage people, belong in the trash people.

[junior-april]

NOT AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT I LOVE HAIKYUU BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF EREN, CREDIT IS HERE!!!!

Thinking abt eren being a pro athlete and his agents telling him to keep ur relationship secret but after winning a game he cant help himself

He pulls u in and kisses u on the court while a bunch camera flashes start going crazy😊😊😊

[ilygetou]

MET HER 0N THE iNTERNET | EREN JAGER.

PAIRING: EREN JAEGER X FEM! READER.

SYNOPSIS: Eren Jaeger met you on the internet & immediately fell in love with your looks, personality and body. He knew his crush on you was dumb and will not last long because come on — online relationships? Those don’t last that long. Until eren found a way to not make it online anymore!

C/W: losing the pwp war, noncon –> dubcon, online stalking, solo m! masturbation, lovesick! eren, possessive! eren, cheating, vaginal fingering, face/throat fucking, facial, brief after-care at the end.

WORD COUNT: 5.9K

NOTE: repost. i know y’all are so sick n’ tired of me but this is going to be the last time i promise 😓😓🤞

Eren was laying down on his bed, the moonlight illuminating and reflecting on his phone screen as he scrolled through people’s accounts/profiles on instagram. None who’ve piqued his interest, scrolling and scrolling until he came across your profile.

Clicking on your username, he was met with the highlights you have saved on your profile and the three posts you have posted. Eren clicked on the first post–it was a picture of you laying down on your bed, ass slightly up while you had your tongue in-between your teeths with a small smile.

Eren slightly gulped and continued going through your posts, his breath slightly hitching once he came across a picture of you with your thong peeking out from the low rise jeans you were wearing, shirt too tight your cleavage was all out.

Eren quickly zoomed out and went to check your highlights, clicking on the first one which was titled with “<3”, knowing exactly what it meant as soon as he saw a picture of you and another man holding hands. The next story being another picture of you and that man nose touching. As eren continued going through the highlights, the more furious he got even though he doesn’t even know you.

Eren clicked his tongue in annoyance before hitting the ‘follow’ button, maybe, fate might be on his side for once and you’d break up with your boyfriend soon.

The next day came rather quickly and throughout his whole day–eren was thinking about you. He was thinking about how gorgeous you looked, your smile so sweet, your hair styled in a unique way, everything about you was perfect. He couldn’t help but keep thinking about you, despite not knowing who you are.

12:40am.

Eren threw himself on the bed, letting out a sigh before unlocking his phone–clicking on the instagram app and checking his notifications, to find that you’ve followed him back. Eren smiled. Viewing your story to find that you’ve posted a new picture of yourself, it was a full body mirror picture. Your body slightly tilted to the side showing off your ass, you held up a peace sign over your face–you were wearing nike pro shorts with a plain white t-shirt.

Eren quickly liked your story, swiping up to reply–“lookin real’ good” and not even a minute has passed, he has already received a reply from you. “Thank youuu,” eren scoffed at the lack of energy and effort in your reply but then again, he gets it, you have a boyfriend. You shouldn’t be giving into other men’s compliments.

Eren decided to check your following, maybe even try and find your boyfriend’s username since you didn’t tag him in any of your posts.

You were following a couple of hashtags, some celebrities and then the rest were mostly your friends, family and classmates. Eren scrolled and scrolled until he came across a guys’ profile, he had your initial in his bio and a “i ❤️ my gf” pfp. His account was private and you were one of the few people following him. Eren decided that this was your boyfriend and to confirm his suspicions about it he went through your posts and checked the comment section.

A total of almost 200 comments were under each one of your posts and finally, after a few seconds of scrolling he found the same guy bombarding your comment section; “wife” “😍😍” “mine <3” eren rolled his eyes, slightly clenching his fists in annoyance.

He turned off his phone and placed it anywhere besides him. Eren was laying down on his bed, his hand resting on his forehead as he went deep into thought. Thinking of ways to get to know you better and maybe even make you fall in love with him just like how he fell in love with you at first sight.

Then an idea suddenly popped up. Eren quickly turned on his phone and texted one of his closest friends.

Eren’s fingers dragged towards the “ + to your story” button, scrolling through his camera roll and clicking on a picture of himself after the gym–shirtless and all sweaty from working out. He added any song that seemed to fit and posted the picture on his story. In a matter of a few seconds, eren got a bunch of notifications– “armin_arlert liked your story” “conniethegoat liked your story” “mikasa_ackerman liked your story” scrolling past the notifications and pausing once he got to a certain notification.

It was a notification from you, your username displayed on his screen with a ‘liked your story’ beside it. Eren felt his heart flutter, it was just a small little interaction from you but it still left eren flustered. He did find it a bit odd though, you had a boyfriend and no guy would like it if his girlfriend was liking other men’s stories. Especially not pictures of other men shirtless.

He didn’t give a fuck though. That just means he was one step closer to having you.

Eren took a screenshot of your notification, to stare at it every time he’s feeling a bit down–to remind himself that the girl he’s currently chasing noticed him and knows he exists.

Eren was already working on getting rid of your boyfriend. So he could finally get the chance to slide into your dms again but he needs to have your boyfriend out of the picture; It was simple really, all he had to do was contact one of his closest female friends to get the job done.

And who would he speak to other than mikasa. One of the prettiest girls he knows, his childhood best friend. Texting her & telling her to do him a small little favor; to text your boyfriend and “befriend” him. She obviously refused the request, why would she break up a perfectly healthy couple? And to have you, an innocent sweet girl, fall for eren’s schemes. But after eren’s constant nagging and him threatening her to drop her and waste years of a long healthy friendship made her agree.

“mikasa_ackerman requested to follow you.”

Your boyfriend didn’t accept mikasa’s request until she suddenly messaged him;

“You’re cute. Think you can settle for two?” your boyfriend was confused, how does this stranger know what he looks like when his account is private. He didn’t question it any further though–not when he went through mikasa’s profile. Pale-skinned girl with gray eyes, shaggy black hair that reached her chin and bangs that added more to her looks, her well-toned body that made her more attractive than she already was.

Immediately accepting the request and following her back.

“Thank you, not sure about the ‘settling for two’ thing though.”

Sure, your boyfriend might’ve done the wrong thing by messaging her back instead of just ignoring her dm but come on, men will be men and having a cute girl in his requests–patiently waiting for him to text back, did not make him greater than any man.

They texted for a while, mikasa occasionally sending pictures of herself wearing a sports bra while at the gym or sending full body pictures to your boyfriend to make him fold. All to which were eren’s requests and of course against mikasa’s will. Feeling an aching feeling in her gut every time she had to text another girl’s man made her feel horrible about herself. She was no better than a homewrecker.

Your boyfriend didn’t cross the line while talking to mikasa, yeah sure he was hiding it from you but he wasn’t flirting back. Sometimes, occasionally, on rare events, he’d compliment her. Saying she has a well-built body or sometimes saying she’s “kinda” good looking. But that was all before he found out she lived in the same city as him.

As soon as he found out, the way he was treating mikasa all changed. Becoming flirty with her, washing her with compliments. Doing all that behind the “i heart my gf” profile picture and behind your back as well.

And it wasn’t long before you found out. Eren texted you from an anonymous account, making mikasa send him screenshots and even screen recordings of her and your boyfriend’s chat for more solid proof. You didn’t believe it at first, denying the proof presented to you.

Until you found yourself at your boyfriend’s apartment, tears stinging your eyes as you held up your phone to show him the screenshots displayed on the screen. Crying while asking him if they’re real and begging him to tell you they’re fake, that it’s just someone wanting to play with your feelings. But when you saw the look in his eyes, shame and regret. You broke down crying, asking him why’d he decide to ruin a perfectly healthy relationship over some girl he met online? Were you not pretty enough for him? Did she love him better than you did? Deciding to just leave and not hurt yourself any longer by staying here as your ex-boyfriend chases after you. Calling you and yelling for you to wait.

As soon as you got back home, you didn’t even bother changing clothes–laying down on your bed with your phone in your hands, watching as it buzzed from the calls your ex was spamming you with, along with his desperate text messages. You dragged your finger across the block button, not thinking twice as you pressed on it. Switching apps to block him everywhere. You even deleted the story highlight, removing him from your bio and deleting posts that he appeared in. When you were finally done, your eyes were red and puffy, swollen from crying too much.

It’s been two days since the breakup and two days since you last posted on instagram. Eren knew that his vicious plan worked, having you dump your boyfriend and getting extra information about you; for example, where you’re settled at.

And what a lovely coincidence, you both live in the exact same city.

eren 🦇

Hey, everything alright? You haven’t been active lately.

Your phone lit up with a notification from; “ern_yger.” You stared at the notification for a while, debating whether or not you should respond to this random stranger who noticed your absence when even your own friends didn’t.

Unlocking your phone and tapping on his notification, dragging your fingers across the keyboard–thinking of a simple, fitting response.

Yeah I’m alright, I’ve just been busy with college.

You clicked send, not thinking twice about your response. Your message has already been seen by eren, you were left on read for two minutes before you saw him typing and while he took his time thinking of a response back you clicked on his profile. You were met with two highlights and zero posts, you clicked on his “me” highlight, feeling your mouth run dry once you were met with a picture of eren shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants and Calvin Klein boxers that peeked out. He was laying down on his side, the room was slightly dim but you were still able to makeout his face. The next one was a picture of his side profile, his hair was put up in a messy bun–his hair also looked soft and messy.

The other picture was taken from a slightly high angle, he was wearing white beaters with gray sweatpants. Once you were about to view the next story, you suddenly got a notification from eren which you accidentally clicked on.

“You sure? I noticed the missing highlights and change of bio.”

If you weren’t in the midst of trying to cope and move on from your past relationship, you would’ve noticed the fake acting concerned tactic men use to get any women they want and in this case, you were in the start of it. And deciding to fuck it and just pour your heart out to this random stranger because you really need it. Need someone to talk to right now and since none of your friends got time for you, you really appreciate eren reaching out to ask about your whereabouts.

You didn’t hold back, venting out your emotions and feelings about your situation. You didn’t leave out a single detail and made sure eren knew exactly how you’re feeling.

Eren was slightly taken aback by your reaction and willingness to share your private life with him. He even felt bad for you, you seemed genuinely upset and hurt but that still wouldn’t make him give up on chasing you. He comforted you for a bit, sending you long reassuring paragraphs. And eren slightly cringed at himself, he has never done this type of thing before—never in his life has he ever had a girl vent out her feelings to him and have him comfort her.

At the end you thanked him a lot for listening to you and apologizing for "being a bother" which eren responded with: “Not at all, I was the one who reached out first, don’t apologize.” You liked the message and thanked him once again before going on with your night.

It’s been three months since your breakup. And three months after you started talking to eren, he helped distract you from thinking about your past partner. He was funny, kind and understanding, everything you looked for in a man. You both even shared the same clothing style, music style and humor.

You didn’t have any bad intentions while talking to eren–you weren’t trying to use him to help you forget about your ex boyfriend. He was the one always texting first, asking you how you are, cracking jokes, sending you songs that he thinks you might like (you always end up loving them), sends you both movies & tv shows suggestions–he says they’ll help with distracting you and keeping your mind occupied from thinking about anything related to your past love.

While eren was the one filled with bad intentions and thoughts. First thing he did in the morning was check his phone for any notifications from you and if he got one, a wide smile would form on the corner of his lips–immediately unlocking his phone to respond back. And if he doesn’t receive a message from you, he’d unlock his phone only to be met with “sent 9 hours ago”, he’d aggressively throw his phone back to his bed. Sometimes gritting his teeth in anger and frustration, stressing over you not texting back.

But as soon as he does get a response back, he’d immediately forget all his anger and frustration from earlier. Telling you that it’s alright and to not apologize once you tell him how you fell asleep because you were too tired and ended up oversleeping which were followed by a bunch of apologies from you. And eren dismissed them, reassuring you by saying it’s okay and he really doesn’t mind—acting like he wasn’t absolutely losing his shit over you moments ago.

Second thing he does is go through your highlights. He has seen the pictures in the highlight multiple times but he still always ends up getting mesmerized by your beauty, way too much that he’d accidentally get turned on. An erection forming just by simply staring way too hard on your photos and eren couldn’t contain himself—pulling out his laptop and logging into his instagram and pulling out your highlight.

He’d zoom in on one specific picture, It was you laying down on bed while holding your camera high in the air–You were wearing a spaghetti straps pink tank top with baggy pajama pants. Your cleavage was all out and was very visible due to the high angle. Your face was mostly the main focus as you flashed the camera a small, warm smile.

Eren cupped his bulge, his breathing shifting from steady to unsteady, letting out shaky heavy pants as he lowered his slacks to where they stopped right beneath his knees. Eren’s eyes were heavy, his eyelids threatening to shut close as he started caressing the tip of his dick, kneading the tip roughly with his thumbs. Spreading his pre-cum all over the tip and slowly coming down to his shaft, massaging his hands up and down his length as his eyes were glued to the picture of you plastered on the screen in front of him.

A moan of your name slipped past his lips, his head slightly thrown back, his eyes were squinted–his hands wrapped around his cock as he messily jerked himself off. Curses and moans kept leaving eren the more he stared at your photo and the more his fantasies about you grew wild. Thinking about splitting you open with his cock while you whine and babble about how big he was, having you gush and cream all over his cock multiple times until you pass out from overstimulation.

Eren fastened his movements, squeezing the head of his cock as you kept flooding his mind and not even 5 minutes had passed and eren was already cumming all over his laptop screen. Staring at the bright screen with half-lidded eyes, his cum staining your picture that was displayed on the screen–he was letting out loud heavy pants, thinking up a way to make you his quickly and fast because eren can’t keep going on like this and it pains him knowing that he lives in the same city as you but still feels as if he was too far away from reaching you.

Eren’s phone lit up with a notification from you, a small smile spread across his lips as he stared back into his laptop screen before grabbing his phone and clicking on your notification. You sent him a couple pictures of yourself, asking him which one to post. Eren felt his heart flutter, staring at your photos in absolute awe. He clicked on each one of your pictures and saved them to his device.

He wanted to tell you to post all of them and that you look beautiful in each one of them but the idea of other men seeing your pictures ticked eren off, he didn’t want other men to see you, just the thought of it had eren boiling up with anger—with furrowed eyebrows, eren aggressively typed you a response back, a not very nice one.

“None. They’re not post worthy and the camera quality makes you look off,” which wasn’t true at all. Eren was sure that even with a poor camera quality you’d still manage to look good.

You stared at eren’s response for a while and then went and looked back at the pictures and the more you kept thinking about his reply the more his words started to seem true, maybe you do actually look kinda bad in these pictures…even though you finally got ready for the first time after the breakup. You did your hair, makeup and carefully selected an outfit for these pictures. You decided to just brush it off, you could take better ones next time.

“Oh okay! I won’t post them then.”

It has now been six months. You and eren started talking more frequently and even started going on both regular and face-time calls. And eren couldn’t be happier, your voice was soft and soothing, every time you sent him voice messages of you ranting about your day to him, he’d melt from the sound of your voice, he’d replay the voice message multiple times throughout the day. Your voice brings him both comfort and easeniss.

But then again, eren was sick in the head. He was the definition of the word ‘deranged’ but you still didn’t know that yet.

The way he’d wrap his hands around his cock while you two were on a call together, he would be on mute as you talked to him about random things–thinking that eren was listening to you but he was more focused on rubbing his aching, hard cock to the sound of your voice.

Every time you notice the silence you’d ask him if he’s alright, concern visible in your tone. Eren would reply with a shaky, low; “y-yeah” accidentally stuttering which he cursed himself for it in his head. Fisting his cock rapidly as you went back to talking. Eren loves it when you have a bad day, he’d get the chance to hear you whine and complain, sometimes on the verge of tears as you rant to him about your bad day, it makes his cock hard against his pants.

11:10PM.

You posted a picture of you in your story but you weren’t alone in the picture, a young man who looked eren’s age with short, light ash-brown hair with the sides and back trimmed shorter; making them a darker hue. He had small, intense light-brown eyes. His hands were wrapped around your waist making both of your shoulders touch.

Eren’s eyes twitched in anger, his brows knitted together as he swiped up and replied; “Who’s this?” you immediately replied with “A friend of mine! :)” eren left you on delivered, his jealousy over-taking him as he kept looking back at the picture, the way you happily smiled at the camera and the way you willingly allowed that guy to touch you like that pissed him off. A lot of thoughts ran through his head, one of them was marking you and making you his already.

An idea popped up in eren’s head. Quickly grabbing his phone and opening up the chat between you two, completely ignoring what you said earlier and typing out; “You free this friday?”

You opened the text and looked at it in utter confusion.

y/n 🐐

what do you mean?

eren 🦇

I’m asking if you’re free this friday? You know, maybe come over to my place.

y/n 🐐

Come over? To your place? I’m sorry but i can’t.

eren 🦇

Why not? It’s finally time we meet up, don’tya think?

y/n 🐐

We could meet up anywhere else, it shouldn’t be your place.

eren 🦇

What? don’t trust me?

y/n 🐐

it’s not that, it’s just that i’ve never met you before.

eren 🦇

Well obviously you didn’t? but we went on facetime calls and we’ve been close friends for months now. I even helped you get over your ex-boyfriend and you still don’t trust me yet?

Eren stared at his screen for a while, hoping that his guilt tripping tactic works. And to his surprise, it did;

y/n 🐐

You’re right, i’m sorry. What time?

Eren lets out a long sigh that he didn’t know he was holding.

“7pm is good.”

Friday, 7:30PM.

You wore a simple pink dress that reached above your knees with black thigh highs and throwed in a plain black jacket to cover up a bit. You were outside of eren’s residence, your breathing thickened before you reached out to grab your phone to tell eren you’re here.

y/n 🐐

i’m here.

sent 7:35PM.

eren 🦇

doors’ unlocked

seen at 7:35PM.

Your brows furrowed together before you turned off your phone and walked towards eren’s doorstep, hesitantly–you slowly unlocked the door of his house. And once the door was wide open, you were met with an empty hallway, a fish tank that was filled with various colorful fishes that decorated said hallway. “Eren?” you whispered his name as you walked in and closed the door behind you, slowly proceeding further into his place.

You were inspecting the furniture, everything looked so luxurious–that you were afraid to touch anything. You heard chirping noises and decided to follow the sound, a mottled grey colored, medium-sized parrot with a vent and a tail. It had a large black bill and a white mask enclosing a yellow eye, as well as a striking red vent and a tail. An african gray parrot was just sitting there in a silver cage, with his food and water in front of it.

You were admiring the parrot before feeling a large figure pressing his back against yours– “his name is hook,” his voice was deep, it came out as a low murmur, you slightly flinched and turned to face him. “E-Eren?” the teal-eyed man looked straight into you, a warm smile making its way to his face, “mhm?” he went and stood beside you and you slightly moved away to make some space between the two of you.

“Hooks’ a nice name, ‘t fits him,” you turned your back towards eren and went back to admiring the parrot. “You think?” eren tried keeping his eyes at his pet parrot as well but the way the girl of his dream was standing right beside him, in his house, right at this moment–makes him unable to focus on anything that wasn’t you. He side-eyed you to take a quick glance at you, he noticed the height difference between you two, he loved it, it was cute. It turned him on.

Eren cleared his throat which made you turn towards him, “so, wanna come up to my room?” you paused for a moment to think about it before nodding your head. Eren led the way to his room as you walked behind him, giving you an opportunity to look around his place even more. And once you made it to his room, you were shocked by the amount of space and furniture it had. His room was big which made you wonder, why would he need all that space if he lives alone?

His bed was king-sized, it could possibly fit three-four people. He had some posters of his favorite bands, artists and games plastered on his walls, a desk that had his laptop placed on top as well as other random stuff, including studying stationery. His room was well organized and filled with lots of unnecessary stuff as well as another fish tank.

You kept looking around until you spotted a wooden door, thinking of what could be behind that door until it clicked to you–probably a bathroom. He probably doesn’t like going out of his room that much so he designed a bathroom that connected to his room.

“What’dya’ think?” Eren asked before plopping down on the black cushion that was placed beside his bed– “‘ts too big'’ you answered before seating yourself beside eren, he moved closer to you, looking down at your dress, his eyes darting from your top to your thighs, that were half-covered by those thigh-high socks you wore. “I guess but it’s not that bad, is it?” you nodded your head, trying to look at anything that wasn’t eren’s face since he was too close. Way too close that you could probably count his eyelashes from how close he was.

Eren backed up a bit, noticing how uncomfortable you were. Eren grabbed a can of beer from the wooden table and opened it, taking a huge chug out of the can. “Want some?” you gave eren a confused look mixed with a disgusted look, “i prefer water” he playfully rolled his eyes before getting up and placing the beer can on the table. “I’ll go get you some then,” you watched as eren went out of the room–his footsteps fading away.

You sat there patiently before your curiosity grew, wanting to go confirm your suspicions on what’s behind the huge wooden door. You got up, unconsciously walking towards it–you grabbed the handle and pushed it down slowly, making sure to not make any noise. Once you unlocked the door, you were met with a dim room–the only sort of light coming from the three monitors placed on another desk in the room. Three huge monitors that all opened to different tabs.

Deciding to just fuck it and proceed even further–accidentally stepping on something that made a slight crunch noise, looking down and picking it up only to be met with a pornographic comic that had dried up cum splattered all over it. You let go of it quickly, your face scrunching up in disgust as you walked towards the three huge monitors.

You bent down a little to be met with a picture of you which you have posted a while ago displayed on the screen, your throat ran dry once you noticed the gooey white stains on the screen–you looked to the right monitor, an instagram profile opened on it which was one of your years old instagram accounts that you used to own during your teenage years. And the left monitor had the guy you recently posted a picture with instagram account.

You let out a shaky sigh, the guy who you thought was naturally sweet, understanding & charming was the complete opposite. A complete creep, a weird perverted man.

“You caught me,” a mans’ voice came from behind you, making your heart stop for a second–you turned around to face him, eren had a wide smirk curved on the corners of his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, you weren’t sure for how long he has been there watching you but probably long enough to catch your full live reaction.

“What is the meaning of this?” your voice came out low as if you were completely terrified of speaking up; “I don’t know, you tell me” eren walked towards you, shutting the door behind him–you took a step back, your back hitting the wall, eren had completely cornered you giving you no way out. Eren took hold of your chin, forcing you to look back at him–he aggressively moved your chin to the side, allowing himself to give you a small kiss on the neck.

You fluttered your eyes shut, you didn’t try pushing him off as he started nibbling on your neck; covering it with hot, messy kisses. “I’ve been wanting to taste you for so long, been wanting to do this for so long,” eren confessed, making a pit of disgust form in your stomach. Eren slipped a hand under your shirt, squeezing your right breast from above your bra. “Eren please…stop,” you finally managed to say which eren turned a blind eye on, ignoring your pleas for him to stop.

“Come on baby, you’ve made me suffer long enough, don’t ya’ think? Always had to beat my dick to pictures of you but now I finally have you within my grasp, don’t you think I deserve a reward for my patience? Hm?” Eren got on his knees and spread your legs apart, he placed his middle finger on your clit through your panties and started cautiously moving his finger.

You looked down on him with half-lidded eyes, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as you bit your lips to surpass any sounds from slipping. He moved your panties to the side and brushed his digits past your glistening folds before slowly pushing in two fingers into your tight hole, he teasingly started thrusting his fingers sometimes stopping mid-way but the way your slippery walls clamped down on his thick digits encouraged him to continue.

You were out of breath, wanting this to end quickly but the praises eren was muttering made it a tad bit better; “Ah, so good angel, gonna have you cummin’ all over my fingers soon, okay?” “fuck you’re so pretty, ‘ts makin’ my dick hard” he was plunging his fingers deeper into your messy cunt, your silk gushing and dripping all over his fingers. The squelching noises made eren’s cock slightly twitch in his pants as he imagined what kind of things he’ll be able to do to you from now on.

You couldn’t hold in your moans any longer–letting out your moans & whimpers freely as he kept thrusting his finger in n’ out of your pussy, “think..’m close!” you slightly arched your back and squirmed in your place, you placed your hands on your mouth to silent any moans from coming out as you gushed all over eren’s fingers. You were letting out heavy pants, you plopped down on the floor, your eyes glued together not daring to even try taking a quick glance at the mess you’ve made.

Eren lowered his sweatpants–enough for his cock to spring out and slap his abdomen, he moved his hips closer to your face and started rubbing his dick on the side of your cheeks which made you let out a whimper at the sudden warm feeling. “Open up, princess, ‘t hurts, y’know?” he pushed his cock against your lips, smearing his pre-cum all over your plump, glossy lips.

You swallowed your saliva before obeying and opening your mouth, your vision hazy which didn’t give you the chance to make-out eren’s girth. He shoved his cock into your mouth causing you to slightly gag, “s-so good, fuck,” you sloppily started sucking the tip, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down his length. Swirling your tongue around his tip while drool dripped down your chin and coating his balls, you moan around his cock while eren lets out soft groans; “so cockhungry, huh?” he snickered–throwing his head back while he was still firmly gripping your hair.

He pushed his cock deeper into your throat causing you to choke a bit, tears rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably, eren started thrusting his hips against your mouth, his dick stretching your throat with every jolt of his hips. “S-Shit,” he sharply inhales, letting go of your hair and cupping both of your cheeks instead. You could feel his cock slightly poking at the side of your throat, a clear bulge.

Moving his hips in a slow, gentle manner–scared to hurt you but the way the head of his cock kept hitting your uvula which caused you to gag around his dick and ruin his steady pace, making his hips stutter and cock slightly pulsate as his shaft land flat on your tongue, “f-fuck, keep this up and i’m gnna’ be cumming all over your face” eren groaned, caressing your face while also letting out shaky moans.

His cock shuddered, twitching inside the warmth of your mouth, “Holy shit…” he mouthened before pulling out his dick with a ‘plop’ sound, your drool was connecting to his tip–your mouth hung open, your tongue stuck out, you were letting out heavy pants as you tried gasping for air. Without any warning, a sudden splash of warm, thick liquid covered your face. Managing to get on your tongue as well, the bitter taste made you flutter your eyes shut in disgust.

His sperm was burning your face, wanting to get it off of you fast and quick while eren was admiring your cum covered face. It stained your cheeks and dripped off your chin, your mascara melted and your lip-gloss got smeared all over your face. He was panting heavily but his gaze still focused on you, half-lidded eyes pierced through you.

“Did so good f’me,” he exclaimed, bending down and gripping your chin before pulling you into another messy kiss. Pulling out with a smug look, you looked back at him with a foggy vision–a small smile made its way to your face and eren heart stopped for a moment, the way you looked at him with droopy eyes, messy face and a smile on your face will forever be engraved deep into his mind.

“Stay here, ‘M gonna make some warm tea for your throat, alright? Clean yourself up, m’kay?” he kissed your forehead before going out and leaving the room, once again. You turned your head towards the monitor, your vision landing on the picture of you, the cum stains making you fill up with shame & guilt even though it’s not you who’s supposed to be feeling like this.

The sound of a notification coming from your phone pulled you out of your thoughts.

eren 🦇

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Us after i destroy your uterus <3

[giuliettagaltieri]

Number One Fan

Pairing: Pro Athlete!Eren Jaeger x Fan!reader

Synopsis: You have always been there to cheer him on, if only he would look at you the same way you look at him.  But who are you compared to the all too perfect Mikasa?

Warning: Giving too much x giving too little, angst, unprotected sex, pregnancy scare.

Word Count: 5496

The crowd roared the moment his crimson volleyball shoes stepped into the court.  Eren Jaeger flashes a blinding smile at nobody in particular, aware that somebody’s camera was focused on him no matter where he looked.

“Go Eren!”

His grin grew wider, hearing the familiar voice and after turning to his right, there he sees you, all pretty in your pastel blue dress.  All dolled up for him, just like how you always did since he was still in college, when he was two years your senior.

He sent you a wink before jogging to his team. He did not need to look back to see you clutching your chest, face warmed, all flushed after such effortless deed by him.

Eren did not have much intentions behind the act. Some of his fans liked you and shipped you two together.  He could not care less what that was but it was good publicity so he did not see any harm in fanning the flames every now and then.

The game was going smoothly, way too smoothly.  

It was almost boring.

Eren is up to serve.

Paradis Hunters are one point away from beating Mid-East Canons who were twelve points behind.

Eren released a breath, all eyes are on him. If he lands this serve, the game is over, they’ll go home with another victory.  Albeit it being a bland one.

The crowd cheers for him and he tries to drown them out as he dribbles the ball four times, he looks at the court on the other side of the net and lifts the ball within eye level.

The referee whistles.

Eren hears his heartbeat in his ears, the yells and screams fading in the background.

“Get that point, Eren!”  You cheer.

In an instant, he tosses the ball up, running after it, his arm muscles rippling like intricate feathers of manmade wings and he jumps with added spring in his step and smack!

A split second is all it took before the ball lands an inch away from the shoes of the opponent’s libero.

And all falls silent.

Eren clenches his hand and grins just before he points at you.

The deafening sound of the crowd resonates beyond the walls of the sports arena.

But before you could smile back at Eren, he was already with his team, but it doesn’t really matter, you are just relieved that he heard your encouragement earlier despite the loud cheers of the crowd.

Eren grimaced when his teammates trap him in a sweaty hug.

“Oi! Oi! Who’s that chick huh?  She your girl?”

With a click of his tongue, Eren manages to pull away from their rather disgusting embrace.

“She’s just a fan.”

They all laugh at him but said nothing more. Eren, after all, is not known for his patience.  Besides, they have a meet and greet event to attend to in half an hour.

With fresh new clothes, Eren rubs a towel in his long locks.

“You excited to see your fans, Mr. popular?” A teammate of his, teases while elbowing him.

Eren chuckles, shaking his head.  “Let’s just get this over with.”

The loud clicking of the cameras and epilepsy inducing flashes were all too familiar, yet Eren could still feel the same excitement as he did when he received the first homemade cookies from a fan in college.  Oh, hold on, that was you.  The thought made him smile, especially since you are standing right in front of him now.

Still as awkward as the first day he met you, twiddling with your dainty fingers with a fresh batch of chocolate crinkles in your arms, all wrapped up in a clear plastic packaging decorated with pink polka dots finished with a perfectly tied ribbon.

“Hey!”  He puts on his polite smile.  “Thanks for cheering us on.”  A standard line provided by their manager.

“Sure!  It was an awesome game, you and the team clearly did your best, cheering you on was the least we could do.”  You say avoiding eye contact as you twirled your hair.  Adorable.

“Did you make those for me?”  Eren looks at the sweets you are cradling against your soft bosom, he let his eyes wander for a while before meeting your shy gaze.  He knew it was for him, he just liked watching you stumble upon your words.

You look at the crinkles then at him. “Oh!  Yes, yes, I did.”  You hand it to him and he accepts it with both hands, which brushed yours a bit too much, startling you, setting your face ablaze.

He gives you a saccharine smile as he thanks you.

Eren’s eyes flit to the person behind you, your cue that your time with him is over.

You bow to him and he nods at you before greeting the person next to you.

“Gee poor chick.”  His teammate chuckles.

Eren is thankful to his fans’ support but he cannot bring himself to care for every single one of them.  

They might know extensive details about him but he can’t even name one of his fans.  

Well, he knows you.  But you don’t count since you’re present since his college volleyball career.

“Excuse me, could you sign this for me?”  

Eren looks up to see a photoshopped photo of him where his shirt was taken off and replaced with a sculpted body, which isn’t too different from his real one, was staring back at him.  He concealed the annoyance with a smile and grabbed his sharpie.

“Sure.”  He smiles and pulls the cap off with his teeth.

“Man, good-looking dudes sure have it tough, huh.” His teammates say, sympathetically, knowing how uncomfortable it is to be in such predicament.  Receiving their fair amount of creepy gifts from fans themselves during their debuts.

Eren pretended not to hear and went on to the next fan, signing whatever they wanted him to sign.  Thanking them, smiling at them, it made him sick.

But he wouldn’t want it any other way.

He is adored, worshipped even.

Eren lavished in it.

Despite it being suffocating sometimes.

He cannot get out without some sort of disguise, less his fans recognize him.

And that is exactly the reason why he is dressed in an ironically conspicuous black hoodie and a pair of dark glasses that hide his green eyes.

The elevator dings and Eren steps into the dark parking lot and heads straight to his dodge challenger hellcat.

The engine roars and he speeds to the highway.

His condominium unit is as dark and empty as he left it earlier that morning.

Eren strips his hoodie, leaving only a thin tee.

The refrigerator light bathes his face when he fetched his frozen meal, a quick pop in the microwave and it’ll be good enough to eat.

As he waits, he decides to go online.

Notification after notification flooded his phone.

Congratulations Eren!

Congrats on ur win, xoxo!

You did so well!  Good luck on the semi-finals, your message said.  

As if he needed luck.

That was an awesome serve!

Man, I wish I could play like you.

A small smile is creeping up on Eren’s lips as he let himself indulge in the attention.  Because he deserves it.

He ate his dinner while watching replays of his game and the edits made just for him.

Damn, he looked good!

Then there’s an edit of you.

Right.

Some of his fans liked the idea of the two of you together.

He checked the comments section and just as he thought, it was a mess.

You have a good amount of fans but a lot also “ship” him with Mikasa, a pro volleyball player from Hizuru.  An ace.  And a woman blessed with a divine figure.  

But Mikasa is a woman of independence.  There was a time that he thought that she was into girls, until he caught her blushing after he complimented her by calling her eyes pretty.

She’s just a little shy, playing hard to get, but she is a girl still.

Sure, you’re cute but you’ve been a fan for years and your presence has gone a bit stale.

Mikasa is a new game, a challenge.

It was finally the day for the semi-finals and Eren is back in the arena to face the Hizuru Gliders.

And to his luck, Hizuru’s women’s volleyball team are also in the same arena for the event.

His mind was on the team captain of Hizuru’s women’s volleyball team until he saw you.

Bent in front of the vending machine to get your, probably strawberry milk, unaware of his presence.

Unaware that you just gave him a great view of your pink colored panty clad cunt.

His eyes trail to your silky-smooth legs and to the fluffy pink socks and heavy looking white boots.

But he did not let his eyes linger on you and decided to check his phone just before you turned around to see him.

You blink not quite processing who is in front of you.

“Hey.”  He breaks the silence.

“Eren!”  You gasp. “Wha-what are you doing here? Aren’t you suppose to be stretching? The game before you is about to start their second set.”  You clutch the straps of your bags nervously.

“I’ve got time.”  He says casually, not looking up from his phone.

“Oh.”  You say.

He finally looks up when he sees you hastily opening your bag and clumsily hands him a Tupperware with the cutest furoshiki wrapped around it.  It’s got bunnies and carrots in it.

And it kinda reminds him of you.

“It’s honey lemon!”  You beamed at him.  “I heard that it’s good in replenishing ene-” You swallow the rest of your words when Eren casually brushes a knuckle on the side of your boob.

He eyes you, watching and waiting for your reaction.

When you set your eyes downcast as you bite your lip, your thighs brushing against each other, he immediately grabbed your hand.

The locker room.  

What a cliché.  

But it’s not like you’re not used to it by now. You’ve been doing it in locker rooms since college.

You groan in protest when he slams your back on the bench and bruised your lips with a hungry kiss.  Your fingers dig on his shoulders as he presses his thumb on your pearl.  

A thin thread of saliva connects your lips when you break the kiss when he sticks two fingers in you, not even bothering to take off your cotton panties as he goes knuckles deep inside you.

“Too much?”  He taunts.

With your face all scrunched up adorably, you remain stubborn and shake your head.

Eren flashes you a boyish smile, making your heart pound.

His tip brushes on your slit and finally finds your entrance.

“We’ll get you plan b, later.  Okay?”  He kisses your temple.

You squeeze your eyes shut when he sinks himself into you.

Eren’s lips part, his cheeks tinting in red.

A few tears leak out and slide on your chubby cheeks.

He was always big for you.  It did not matter how soaked you are, Eren is just too big for you.

Eren let you hook your arm on his neck as he pulls out, leaving just the tip and he plunges right through.

He swallows your scream, knowing that it was coming.  He loved listening to your sobs that hitches with every thrust.

And your slick, the scent of it is making his head spin.

It was all because of him, isn’t it?

Only he could ruin you like this.

That thought was his drive to pound you incessantly.

He was insatiable.  

And you let him, you just lie beneath him and take all he gives you.

But you can only stare at him in amazement as he gets off you after stuffing you full, some of it even leaks out between your puffed lips.

Eren cracks his neck and strides to your bag in his full naked glory, you watch him pick up the Tupperware that you dropped earlier and he helps himself with the honey lemon, his shoulders relaxed and his expression calm.

A complete contrary to you whose body is still burning up, pulse spiked, and pupils all dilated with lust with your chest heaving.

“I need to go.”  He says while licking his fingers, the same fingers that were inside you moments ago.

Eren hands you the Tupperware and his honey and slick coated hand curls on your nape to pull you in for a brief kiss.

You ignore the stickiness of his fingers and focus on the kiss.  He tastes sweet like the honey and of you.

“That was delicious, thank you.”

Which one he was talking about, you can only guess.

You stand up from the bench.  The sight of it was awful but it tickled your tummy anyway. Still, you grabbed your tissue from your bag and wiped it like the good girl you are.

Eren watches you do it and waits for you to finish.

Almost startling you, Eren reaches for your behind and fixes the edge of your panty.

“Make sure it doesn’t spill so it won’t stain your pretty skirt, alright?”  He says while straitening your skirt.  “We’ll get you a pill later.  Meet me in the parking lot.”

You shy away from his intense gaze and you nod as you don’t trust your voice at the moment.

Eren pats your head and turns to the door.

“Wait for at least a couple of minutes.”  He looks at you from his shoulder and you nod at him once more, eyes all wide and glassy, like an innocent little bunny.

The door shuts and you are left standing there inside the locker room, your neck and chest littered with a constellation of Eren’s kisses, and your panty soaked through uncomfortably.

But Eren did take care of you, didn’t he?  He was kind, just now.

You skip to your bag with the brightest smile that could put the sun to shame.

With every ticking second, you shiver with the ghost of Eren’s touch.  Squealing like a teenage girl.

On your way to the court, your skip has added spring to it, your smile still present on your glossy lips, something that you had to redo in the powder room after Eren ruined it.

But just as you finally find your seat, you are washed with apprehension.

Eren was at the side of the gym, laughing with Mikasa.

It was simply a conversation they are having, nothing to fret over.

Yet your fingers start to pinch the skirt that Eren fixed for you earlier.

A tiny frown plays on your brows when Mikasa almost doubles over after Eren whispered something to her and you did not miss how she smacked Eren’s chest playfully.  And her touch lingers there.

Quickly, you chase the thoughts away from your head when Eren’s game finally starts.

Like usual, you cheer him on.  Trying to make him hear your voice.  But today, you did not get any acknowledgement from him.

That’s okay.  Eren is just like that.

It was always one step forward, two steps back with him.

You have been waiting in the parking lot for over an hour, most of the cars have left already and your legs are getting tired from standing.

Eren was probably caught up in the meet and greet.

One of which you did not go to as you already gave him the honey lemon earlier.

Fast and heavy footsteps echo around the parking lot and you whip your head to see Eren running to your direction.  He slumps in front of you, struggling to catch his breath.

You tilt your head to look at him better.

“Eren, did you run all the way here?  You could have just walked.”

He looks at you and the way you grabbed your hanky from your bag to dab at his sweaty forehead.

“There’s no time.”  He straightens up, lightly slapping your hand away, making you frown for the second time that day.

“What do you mean?  Are you in trouble?  Is there any way I can help?”  You babbled, concern lacing your sweet voice.

Eren grimaces shortly and sighs, finally straitening up.  “I kinda.” He scratches his head.  “I kinda offered to drive Mikasa to her hotel.”

And he needs you to leave.

Right now.

“Oh.”  Your eyes fall to your boots.

Three steps back.

“She uh, she’s gonna be here any second.”  He says, a bit of annoyance leaking to his tone.

It was getting more and more difficult to be in his presence as your chest tighten and tighten with each passing second.

You flash him a quick smile.  “I understand.”

His expression loosens as he lets out a silent breath of relief.

“I’ll go ahead then.”  You bow to him and turn on your heel.

And like raindrops sliding against a window pane, your tears leave a wet trail on your cheeks.

The green signage from the emergency exit door was easily visible in the dark.

And just as you closed the door, you hear the elevator open.

Before you could take one step, your knees buckle and you collapse on the stairs.

Your breath comes out shaky and tears start to blur your vision.  

Why is it so difficult to love him?

You go home all soaked in the pouring rain that night.  

Blindly, you reach for the light switch.  It took a second for you to adjust to the brightness, you had to blink away any remaining moisture.  

Sighing, you slip off your dripping wet boots.

After a warm shower, you help yourself to a hot cup ramen.  And it was only acceptable for you to finish an entire tub of Ben & Jerry’s while watching Letters to Juliet.

You sometimes wonder why you even bother with him. Eren Jaeger is a selfish jerk.  Of course, you always knew that but this time, he just went too far.

By Eren’s next event where him and a couple of guys from his team were promoting a line of athletic footwear.  Their fans were all gathered, watching them do photoshoots on the otherwise normal crosswalks and gyms.

One of his colleagues stands next to Eren and waves at their fans, flashing them his blindingly white teeth.  “I don’t see your girl, Jaeger.”  

“You need to be more specific.”  Eren says through a small smile he just put up.

“Damn!”  The guy laughs.  “I meant that one who wears those sugar baby outfits.”

Eren’s jaw clenched but he forced out a bitter chuckle anyway.  He takes off his sunglasses and eyes the man beside him.  He stares the man down, almost daring him to open his mouth again.

“You fucked her yet?”  He continues, much to Eren’s dislike.  “I bet you did.”  He licks his lips.  “Bet her little pussy’s as sweet as she looks.”

Crack!

“Oh shit!”  The asshole, as Eren decided to call him, wheezed while looking at the broken sunglasses on Eren’s curled fist.  “Hit a nerve?  Sorry man.” He pats Eren’s shoulder and strides off.

And to think that people admired that man.

It’s not about hitting a nerve, it’s just about him being plain disrespectful.

Or so Eren tried to convince himself.

He’s not that distressed because of you.

In his next event, another no show.

A bit disappointed, Eren notes your absence in their championship match.

It was unsettling for him, not hearing your voice in the crowds, especially since it was a game against the Marley Warriors.

He tried to casually scan the seats, trying to spot your familiar face in the crowd.  But he can’t find you anywhere.

“Eren!  You’re up.”

He glances at the ball that was rolled to him.

Deafening screams fill the arena and he usually revels in it but he’s a little occupied as of the moment.  

Absentmindedly, he does his routine and dribbles the ball four times, looks at the other side of the court and lifts the ball within eye level and Eren stands still and he waits.

The referee whistles for service.

One

Two

Three

His heart is loud and it pounds in his ears.

Four

Five

Six

The screams were all blending together.  He can hear everything and nothing all at once.

Fweee!

Eren lowers the ball and looks at the referee.

Delay in service.

Fuck!

Eren grits his teeth.

His teammates look at each other.  It was unusual for them to see their ace spacing off, especially in such crucial time.

Spike after spike, he misses.  Either spiking it out of bounds or against the net.

“Come on, man.  We’re in the championship.  Don’t fuck it up.”  Their team captain says while putting a hand on Eren’s shoulder, which he shrugs off.

“Careful now, you wouldn’t want to be benched, do you? Number 8 is already warming up.”

Eren clicks his tongue.  Getting more and more annoyed every minute.

“Lucky!  Let’s score another point, team!”  He hears Galliard yell from the other side of the net.

Like hell Eren’s gonna let that happen.

He searched the crowd for anything that was pastel in color for a quick reset.  It wasn’t the person he wanted to see but the heart-shaped balloon did remind him of you and it’ll make do for now.

Eren scored three consecutive points after he gathered himself together.  

The rallies that followed were heated.  Nobody was willing to let the ball drop in their side of the court.

Their thighs were burning and felt like it was about to split in two but they pushed through.  In the fifth set, they reached a deuce and the score reached up until 20s.

But like every protagonist, as Eren is so convinced that he is one, he gets them out of the pinch.  Porco and Reiner were looking glum when Eren spiked the last ball just centimeters away from their hands after they dived for it.

They won.  Paradis won.

He looked at them from above but he cannot bring himself to take pleasure in their victory.  It was a close match, and he is partly aware as to why he performed poorly in the first few sets.

Eren pried himself out of his team’s embrace.

He ignored their calls.

As soon as the awarding ended, he went straight to his car, slamming the door close, almost breaking the windows.

Eren’s phone pinged in what seemed like a speed of a hundred times per second, his eyes flit from one account to another until he just threw it in the passenger seat out of frustration.

The steering wheel thumped when he smacked it with his fists.  One hand then went to cup his jaw.

He can’t be that thrown off his game just because of your absence, can he?

If he is, then he’s fucked.

A knock in his window made him jump.

And the person from the other side of the glass was also startled with his reaction.  Hastily, he lowers the window.

There Mikasa stood, clutching her chest in surprise, her brows drawn together with concern.

“Eren.  You left this.”  She hands him the track jacket that he forgot in the bench.  “Are you okay?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that.

Perhaps he isn’t?  But for what reason exactly?  

He’s upset that his regular fan isn’t there to cheer him on?  How shallow.

“I’m fine.  Thanks for this.”  Eren raises the jacket and gives Mikasa a weak smile.

“Uhm, you did well.”  Eren scoffs at her words.  “Had a rough start but you turned the game around anyway.”

Eren only nodded at her, not really in a mood to talk to anybody, not even Mikasa, whom he recently thought he started fancying.

“Is this about your fan?”  She asked reluctantly.

He looks at her.

“You probably don’t have to think too much about it. The internet just liked exaggerating every little detail, you know.”  Mikasa waves a hand off.

But he hasn’t even read a single article nor post yet.

“You’re right.”

She is not.  He’s just genuinely upset.

“Well, I gotta get back now.  The team’s celebrating for winning the championship.” Mikasa smiles.

“Of course.  Congratulations, by the way.”  Eren grinned, but his eyes remain dull.

Mikasa grins back at him, her eyes all bright. “Thank you!  See you, Eren!”  He watches her jog back to the elevator.

She really was pretty, wasn’t she?

But your soft features cloud his mind all the same.

It was not difficult not to miss you when you were always there.

Now that you aren’t, it’s making him feel weird.

Eren fought with himself whether to go check his phone.  His leg bounces, eyes flitting to the device.  

“Oh, fuck it!”  He reaches for it, rough fingers tapping on icons, scrolling through his notifications and messages.

But nothing from your account at all.

Your last post was from his last match, the one where he ditched you for Mikasa.

He slapped his forehead at the memory.  He was such an asshole.  

But that post was from a couple of weeks ago.

You would’ve at least posted something.

Something’s up with you.  From what he recalled, your family lives overseas, and you don’t even post anything about your friends.  You could be ill with nobody around to check on you.

The engine revs, almost roaring in the quiet parking lot.

He remembers it all too well, where you lived. He dropped you off once when you twisted your ankle after a fan meet.

Eren reaches for a white cap in his glove compartment, putting it on as he steps into your apartment building.

“2-A.  2-A.” He whispers over and over.

Soon enough, he is face to face with a pastel green door with ‘2-A’ written in gold painted metal on it.

He raises his hand to knock but hesitates just before his knuckles manage to tap against the wooden door.  What if you aren’t even there?  Or what if you are?  What would he even say to you?

“Ahh!”  Came a muffled shriek from behind the door.

His heartbeat doubled at the sound and his knuckles were rapping against the door.

“Just a moment.”  Called your sweet voice.

He hears soft footsteps and the door being unlocked and there you are, he first saw your fluffy socks with your bunny slippers, you’re dressed in comfortable short shorts and his jersey from college. He remembers how he gave it to you after he popped your cherry.

His ears visibly redden.

“Eren.”  You say, surprised.  “What are you doing here?”  You ask, tucking some of your hair strands that fell from your bun, anxiety clearly painted on your expression.

“I uh.”  He’s making himself look stupid.  “I didn’t see you in the game.”

You sigh.  “Does it matter?”  

Of course, it does.

“I guess.”

Silence follows and the both of you steer away from the gaze of the other.

You chew on your lip and closed the door slightly. “Are we done here?  I’m kinda busy.”

Eren chuckled bitterly.  “I did not drive all the way here just to be kicked out.”

To his surprise, you glare at him.  “I never asked you to come here.”

He was taken aback.  “The fuck are you so mad for?”  Your glare sharpens.  “I was just worried you might have slipped somewhere and couldn’t get up.”  He seethes at you.

Is he an amnesiac?  Has he forgotten that he lost any right he had on you the moment he asked you to leave just so he could drive Mikasa to her hotel?

“I had a pregnancy scare!”  You scream at him.

Pregnancy scare?

Did you not take emergency pills after-

Shit.

In an onslaught of emotions after hearing what you just said, his hand slammed against the door, startling you.  “And you didn’t think to fucking tell me?”

Crystal tears fill your waterline, making your lashes prettier than they already are.  “I was scared!  You already hate me and I don’t want you to think that I was baby trapping you.”

Eren wanted to punch himself on the gut.

You’ve been scared all this time, with no one to turn to.

And here he was, making you feel more awful than you are already feeling.

“Hate you?  I could never.”  Gentle fingers card through your hair.  His warm soft lips press on your forehead and he engulfs your frame in a hug.  “I’m sorry, baby.  I should have been there.”

You break away from his embrace, something that he did not appreciate.  He watches you take a step back from him.  You wrap your own arms around yourself, as if locking yourself away.

“It’s okay.  I never expected you to be there anyway.”  

Now, that’s just hurtful.

But it was not like you were lying.

“I’ll do better next time.”  He says quickly.

His throat goes dry when you shake your head. “There will be no next times.”

You don’t mean that.

“I’m ending whatever it is that we have, Eren.” You sniff and tried to look at him bravely.  “Please leave and I promise to never bother you again from now on.”

You need to take that back.

“Shut up.”

Your brows knit together at his audacity to tell you that in your own apartment.

“Now, listen here-”

“Just shut up for one second, alright?”  He yells, not in anger but in desperation.

There is only so much he can take.  And everything that is coming out of your mouth is stabbing at him.

Your arms uncross and your lips part when you see his nose turn red and his eyes becoming glassy.

Oh dear.

“Fuck.”  He curses.

There are a lot of masks that Eren wears, you have come to notice.  It is different for every kind of people he meets.  You have seen them all after being by his side for years, despite his obliviousness to your presence.

But right now, he seems to have forgotten to wear one.

Carefully, you push open the door just a little wider. “Would you like to come in for a glass of water?”

He glares at you and heads inside without needing more convincing.  It was cute how he tried to accuse you of making him feel that way with that single look. You covered your mouth as you watched him enter your apartment.

You were the one who’s supposed to be mad.

You catch him looking around your apartment before taking off his shoes.

“Are you looking for something?”  You ask after passing by him to get that glass of water.

He isn’t far behind you.  “A shrine for me or something.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”  You clip.

Eren eyes you silently, watching you fill a glass with water.  You hand it to him and he accepts it without a word.

You sigh.  “You can see yourself out once you’re done with that.”  You grab your oven glove when your timer beeps.

“What happened to your elbow?”  He asks, trying to sound nonchalant, as he picks up a framed picture of the two of you in college.  It was the one you took after they won their spring tournament championship.

“Just a cooking burn.  I uh, I was making tempura before you arrived.”  

It must be nice to have a warm dinner waiting for him when he comes home.

He watched you move around your kitchen so comfortably.  This must be where you make those gifts for him.

“Didn’t have your cookies for a while now.”  He muses.

You slam the baking tray on the table.  “Can you just get to the point?”

Eren puts down your scrunchie that he found lying around.  “Have you gotten tired of me?”

He watches how you roll your eyes.

“Are you sure you aren’t pregnant?  This kind of attitude coming from you is weird.”

An image of you all round because of him flashes in his thoughts.  You’d definitely make a good mom.

Your mouth parts.  “Don’t even joke about that!”

Quickly, you turn your back to him and busy yourself with the freshly baked cinnamon rolls.

You jump when you feel his arms circling your waist, his large warm palms placed flat on your belly.

“You know, I’ve been thinking.  I wouldn’t mind it so much if you were pregnant.”

“Eren?”

He hums in response.

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“What?”

“You are acting very strange right now.”

He blinks his eyes open.

“At least ask me out on a date first.”  You giggle.

He chuckles and nods. "Yeah, I like the sound of that."

You lean back on him and he sways you gently.  “By the way, your 8 second violation was lame.”

Eren kisses your nape.  “Somebody messed up my serving routine by being absent.”

“How horrible of them.”

"So, you watched the game after all?”

Nodding, you point at your flatscreen.  “Of course, I did.  From there.”

“You cheered for me?"

You smile, "Definitely.  After all, I'm your number one fan."

Prequel: Cherry Flavored Kisses

[mortifesboy]

WELCOME TO THE SHOP

wuthering waves centric but will post other medias —MASTERLIST — fem aligned /minors respectfully dni ꩜ if we are friends and you’re fem aligned it’s ok MASC ! reader blog — he/him — 20

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Egg pudding : praise

Star pearls : degradation

Coffee jelly : stepcest

Taro: nipple sucking

Grass jelly: yandere

Baisil seeds : cnc

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50 % : fluff

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requests always open but might take a while

© mortifesboy 2024

[olderthannetfic]

As someone who's been wondering why there've been so many senseless, needless arguments online about a hypothetical derth of purity in fiction and how it affects people negatively (it doesn't), now learning from several friends who are teachers (with the oldest being a uni professor) that Gen Z (27-11 yo) and Gen Alpha can't read, have poor media literacy, and soley seek fiction to reaffirm their own worldviews without curiosity and with judgement (and a lot of it). I say this as someone who is Gen Z. I'm only 26 years old, but I'm also a TA right now while I'm in grad school. it's not just the middle school and high school students. College students who should be able to do simple literary analysis cannot. Sure these issues (puritanical thinking, absent/poor parenting, lackluster curriculum, etc) have always existed, but with this in mind, it absolutely makes sense why there's so much dumb discourse over things in media that anyone with sense could separate from reality. Even simple things that you learn in elementary school at 6 years old, like "just because the story is focalized through a specific character, doesn't mean they're correct/the protagonist≠morally righteous/you're not always supposed to agree with the POV character or main characters." Maybe it really is the case that, sure some people are being deliberately obtuse, but there are also others who probably don't know.

I've seen it explained to people in fandom and on tumblr with popular series people have read or seen. No, you're not supposed to think Light Yagami is a good guy or a hero. "L is the straightforward hero in Death Note the whole time" isn't clever. It's the main text. No, you're not supposed to agree with Eren Jaeger or military fascists. "SNK is pro military and pro genocide" is just inaccurate. All the characters exhibiting those traits are killed to signal the flaws in their rhetoric. It's actually really unambiguous in that regard, not at all subtle. No, x shoujo/YA fantasy/Ya romance isn't advocating for middle school or high school girls to date men in their mid-20s. Teen girls have always fantasized about adults they find attractive, and these stories (made for and marketed to teen girls) fulfills that desire while protecting them from the possibility of that reality (an adult returning their feelings). No, it's not weird that mythological gods (but I see people mostly complaining about Greek and Egyptian ones) are related. It's purposeful. They're all related concepts and personifications of nature, which is all connected. Get over yourselves. No, it's not weird that gothic stories have incest in them. It was a common practice among aristocracy and nobility all around them world (so, not just a "white people thing"), and it typically symbolizes the decay as social norms. If you feel discomfort, then the story was successful.

On the one hand, sure. It's purity culture, ignorance, misogyny, etc. On the other hand, do the people who harp on about these actually know how to interpret stories? I'm often told "They can't read" as an explanation by others. I'm starting to think it's true, and I don't know how to combat that as someone who may be an educator down the road myself while also being involved in fandom.

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I'd say it's about 50/50 the usual The Kids These Days scaremongering and a genuine shift.

Reading comprehension can be taught. I was taught to analyze passages in school. Students have to be open to learning, but it's not like some critical language thing you need to absorb before the age of two: a college student who's actually interested in getting better can perfectly well do so, possibly with some help or possibly just with experience.

Plenty of it is anxiety about being wrong and immoral and hurting people too. It's fundie thinking where listening and engaging means capitulating. Lots of people do slowly get over this. Many will calm down about it if they ever get the anxiety meds they so desperately need. Some would probably benefit from ceasing to self harm via social media doomscrolling or exclusively consuming attention span-destroying, FOMO-inducing garbage.

...I say as I answer tumblr asks instead of getting out of bed to start my New Year's resolutions.

[kittenfangirl20]

A theory that I like about Eren is that his desire for freedom stems from the fact that he was destined to save Ymir Fritz from the Paths. It couldn’t be anyone else, it certainly couldn’t be someone from the royal bloodline because they would be tempted to use her powers for their own gains like how Zeke wanted to do with the Euthanasia Plan. Even when Eren descends into a dark path, he always strives for freedom, not just for himself, but his own people. So when he sees a child trapped in a cycle of abuse and slavery like Ymir Fritz was, he wants to free that child and take her as his own. I think that is way more meaningful than having Armin thank him for the Rumbling.

[jubilee40]

New Work In Progress

This WIP list isn't in any particular order, these are just requests and ideas I feel confident in writing and posting right now

WIP List:

Kinktober

Domestic Life Series: Papa Nanami x Mama Reader (Request)

Pros & Cons of Dating JJK Men HC Part 2 (Request)

Pegged Sub Gojo x Wife Reader (Request)

Jealous Levi Ackerman x Girlfriend Reader (Request)

Prison Boyfriend/PenPal JKK or Tokyo Revengers x Girlfriend (Oneshot or Series Idea)

Jealous Smut Eren Jaeger Stepbrother x Step-sister (Dark Content Request)

Cheating/Break-Up or Death No Character In Particular (Request)

Haikyuu Iwa x Baker Girlfriend Reader (Request)

Domestic Life Series: Husband Levi Ackerman x Pregnant Wife Reader (Request)

Ryusui Villa Getaway HC (Request)

Domestic Life Series: Husband/Father Erwin Smith (Request)

Husband Kento Nanami x Housewife Reader (Idea)

S/O Death Prank Part 2 W/ Deku (Request)

Mechanic Husband Reiner Braun x Wife Reader (Idea)

Tokyo Revengers TikTok Prank (Ideas)

Dr Stone x Female Reader (Requests)

One Piece Male Character HCs (Ideas)

*I tried to have this list have fluff, smut, angst, and dark content.*

If you like one of my ideas and want to add to it, let me know in my ask box. I always love to hear back from my followers!

Masterlist

Characters I Write Pt. 2

Prompt List

Taglist

[harley-rose25]

Zeke Yeager is trash; and I don't like him.

I don't understand people who act like Zeke is a good person; as if he didn't make a game out of massacring the scouts like he was playing a game of baseball. It's like you give a guy a, minorly, sad back story and a cute brotherly moment and suddenly everyone forgets how much of an unrepentant psychopath he is. I mean; Eren killed more people but at least he felt bad about it... Also most those people sucked anyways so whatever, fuck 'em

[jaegerbby]

➳ i’m right here…

˗ˏˋarmin arlert´ˎ˗

↳ quid pro quo, rundown; the last time you saw armin, you were telling him how much you liked him. it must be fate that you finally saw him again, right?

d r a b b l e s

↳ breeding kink (eren jaeger)

[0peachy-hearts0]

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ My Roleplay Fandoms

I'm interested in writing these fandoms! Depending on the plot characters may be aged up to 18+ since some I enjoy writing within the canon story. Down below I’ve listed fandoms, if I’m newer to the media, my love interests on top for oc x canon roleplays, I privately can discuss the characters I can write in return but if I write everyone I’ll list it bellow. . My top preferences are in bold. Be sure to check out my rules!

ATTACK ON TITAN {veteran fandom enjoyer, been here for 11 years I've seen the whole anime and am currently re-reading the manga}

❥• Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, Pieck Finger, Sasha Braus, Reiner Braun, Jean Kirstein

I’m all for canon divergent plots, modern, historical fantasy, or any other AU types

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER {Iwatch this series every 3-6 months like clockwork, read the comics, currently watching LOK}

❥• Zuko, Sokka, Mai

I’m all for canon divergent, post-main series any AUs, the worldbuilding with this series is just so fun

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA/MY HERO ACADEMIA{I’m on season 5, on volume 13 of the manga}

❥•Keigo Takami, Shota Aizawa, Katsuki Bakugou, Tamaki Amajiki, Denki Kaminari, Nemuri Kayama, Nejire Hado, Sero Hanta, Ejirou Kirishima, Momo Yaoyorozu

I’d prefer a university AU that keeps the canon story that or really any AU like fantasy, everyone becomes a pro hero, etc

DANGANRONPA{Suffered through all the games}

❥•Kazuichi Souda, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Rantaro Amami, Shuichi Saihara, Kaede Akamatsu, Ibuki Mioda, Yasuhiro Hagakure, Kirumi Tojo, Kaito Mamota, Hajime Hinata

I don't enjoy killing game style plots but I do like the settings of the games, AUs, all that

DC COMICS{I pick and choose what I read, I follow the fandom method of check the Tumblr blogs, go off specifically Tumblr fandom since its goated}

❥•Jason Todd/Red Hood, Dick Grayson/Nightwing

There's so much you can do with DC I’m all for any plots from any comic, AUs, etc

JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE{Finished the anime, currently reading the manga and on Phantom Blood}

❥•Caesar Zeppeli, Noriaki Kakyoin, Josuke Higashikata, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Ermes Costello, Joseph Joestar, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Okuyasu Nijimura

I'm all for canon divergent, canon adjacent, AUs of any kind all of it with JJBA

JUJUTSU KAISEN{On season 2, starting the manga}

❥•Kento Namami, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso Kamo, Satoru Geto

I'm for canon divergent, various AUs. I'm kind of a sucker for historical period plots

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB{One of first animes, I know it like the back of my hand, owner of nearly every manga volume}

❥•Tamaki Suoh, Kyoya Ootari, Takashi Morinozuka

Personally I love post series plots with this one, arranged marriages, perhaps a Ouran University Host Club type thing or again AUs

OSOMATSU-SAN{I’ve been in this hellhole long enough to have seen the pilot before it was banned}

❥•Choromatsu Matsuno, Karamatsu Matsuno

This series offers so so many ideas you can do. I'm all for main Oso-san or one of the endless AUs

TOKYO REVENGERS{Currently starting season 3, finished the manga but am re-reading}

❥•Takashi Mitsuya, Ken Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Hakkai Shiba, Chifuyu Matsuno

Yes I’ve finished it I know the end but I still love jump in time plots with this one, canon divergence and AUs

HAIKYU!{Caught up on anime, reading the manga}

❥•Tetsuro Kuroo, Hajime Iwaizumi, Keiji Akaashi, Osamu Miya, Kōshi Sugawara, Kōtarō Bokuto, Rintaro Suna, Daichi Sawamura

There's so many fun AUs to do with the volleyball fools, I’m game for those, post-canon or canon divergent plots

[tojisparasite]

Introduction Post

Hi! My name is Cherub, i’m 20 years old, i use he/him pronouns, i made this account for selfshipping purposes and to make f/o related posts! You may know me from my fanfiction account @/iwriteloveletters and if you do i am so sorry you had to find out im a fucking selfshipper 💔

Warning before you continue - this IS a Dead Dove Do Not Eat account meaning i’m gonna be going into more darker themes! it’s okay to block or scroll ! i am an adult doing adult things :3c

Some themes include -

- Murder

- Abuse (physical, emotional, mental)

- Kidnapping

- Etc. Will add more later when necessary but this is just some of the grounds i want to cover from now !

My f/o’s <3

- Toji Fushiguro (JJK, have to catch up and finally watch it)

- Eren Jaeger (Attack On Titan, i have loved him since i was 12 years old)

- Shigaraki Tomura (MHA, still have to continue the series bfsjjdskndn but he has my heart anyway)

- Fyodor Dostoevsky (BSD, i have to actually watch the series but i’ve seen a bunch of videos of his scenes nd i just love everything abt him already <3)

Boundaries:

I personally do not care about ppl who have the same f/o as me, i actually insist if you tell me if u do or even have f/o’s from the same media! but this could change very easily but i want to give it a shot and meet everyone! （＾ν＾）!!!

What i don’t want - hateful messages, homophobia, zionists, ANYTHING BIGOTED IDGAF THIS IS NOTTTTT FOR FUCKING YOU I HATE YOU oh and i also don’t want minors here sorry…..

Tags -

#parasiterambles - i am just yapping away

#parasitesships - i am talking about my own f/o rather than just making a vague scenario

#parasiteslovedoves - Dead Dove Do Not Eat posts

#askparasite - ask posts / tag games / misc. posts

That’s all for now! Bye bye, hope to see you soon (〃ω〃)

- Cherub 🐾🍡(these are not pro ship emojis they are related to one of my self ships)

[lucacangettathisass]

SOMEONE WE DON'T FOOL (MASTERPOST)

AN EREN JAEGER X FEM READER FIC

SUMMARY: You meet Eren Jaegar one night while trying to avoid a would be stalker. Taken in by his rough but endearing charm, you find yourself wanting to be around him more. The question is: should you?

FEATURING: Modern au, fem reader, autistic reader, slightly toxic Eren, slightly toxic Mikasa, slightly toxic EreMika, Eren is a semi-pro fighter, slight age gap (Eren is 6-7 years older), slightly pick me Mikasa, everyone has trauma bitch let’s get them some fruit, HistorYmir, the Eldians are Jewish, sexual violence further down the line in the fic (will be warned about when it shows up)

If you would like to be added to the tag list reply to this post!

CHAPTERS:

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