#short!eren

[shrtcakeprncess]

when eren surprised you with two tickets to san juan, the huge metropolitan hub in Puerto Rico, you couldn’t contain your joy.a squeal emitting from your lips like a child on christmas day.

the stunning beauty of the people, the city, the food, and the hotel all captured your heart. you never wanted to leave.too many margaritas later you were feeling good,hand interlocked in eren’s as you pulled him to the shoreline.

night had fallen on the beautiful city,waves hammering against the empty shoreline.a soft breeze danced through your curly hair and you tucked it behind your ear.sand seemed to claw at your bare feet as you trudged on, moon casting an ethereal glow.you can feel eren gazing at you.a puzzled look on his face.he’s crossfaded, and so are you.

"f-fuck!" eren whines underneath you, gripping your ass as his eyes tightly squeeze shut. you're riding him on the beach, ass slapping against his toned stomach with every descent of your hips. the repeated motion feels incredible as his swollen tip touches your g-spot again and again, sending waves of euphoria through you.

he looks so fucking handsome. his green eyes gaze into yours, deep and intense. before you can object, he grips your waist and urges you to move faster, harder. your moans blend seamlessly with his as your hands clutch the pink towel beneath you.

“this pussy is so good“ he grunts,his warm cum flooding you, painting your pink contracting walls. you can feel his seed run down your trembling leg. he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you into a passionate kiss.and you know the night has only began.

masterlist 🏝️

[mookiesspace]

thinking about virgin reader letting best friend eren eat her out..

"f-fuckkkkk... eren.. p-please!" you moanded, thighs still aching from countless orgasams, eyes all puffy and water still, the painful sting on your ass from being smacked repatedly, and allll the way fucked up! "one more baby.. please" he moaned, mouth still attached to your sopping pussy. sure this felt amazing but this was just touture, he hadnt got up since you said yes!

[shawtuzi]

the big dick nerd!eren drabble did so good so here’s some more!!!!

let’s discuss his first blowjob shall we. the whole thing started out pretty innocent just a lil makeout session bc you were becoming incredibly bored of the movie you were watching (love & basketball—his choice surprisingly). he just looked so pretty w his hair in a neat bun and black glasses framing his face so perfectly how could you not wanna jump his bones??? eren felt your hand trail up his thigh towards the place where he needed you most and felt his blood run cold, “just let me see it renny please? ‘feels so big i have to see it,” you purred squeezing eren’s dick over his sweats. “o-okay yeah a peek wouldn’t hurt would it?” he chuckled breathlessly, pulling his sweats down mid thigh and you were met with the biggest erection you’d ever seen in your life straining against the soft material of eren’s briefs. your silence began to worry eren and just as he was about to pull his sweats back up you wrapped your dainty hand around his wrist stopping him, “don’t be embarrassed baby i wasn’t thinking anything bad i was just…..admiring it,” you smiled pressing a kiss to his blazing cheek. “o-oh—uh okay it’s not too small or anything? do you think i could make you—um f-feel good with it?” he asked his eyes wide with wonder. you moved your body in front of eren’s and laid on your stomach, your feet swaying in air dreamily. “i think it’s more than enough—in fact i don’t know if i’ll even be able to fit it all in my pussy you’re just so big ren,” you fake pouted, flicking your tongue out to get a taste of the pre staining eren’s briefs. before eren knew it his entire dick was sheathed down your throat, your spit with a mixture of his precum dripping down your chin and onto his aching, full balls. “yes yes t-that feels so good y/n. do that thing with your tongue again please—fuckkkk yeah mhm mhmmm,” eren whimpered clutching onto his bedsheets for dear life. he’d already came two times—the first time happening just from you suckling on the tip but you didn’t mind at all. not one bit.

[i-mean-y-not]

Pretty

One would suspect that Eren was a gentleman. With his calm demeanor and almost frightening jade eyes. He seemed almost shy when he asked you out. There was a tinge on his cheeks that reminded you of a pink peony.

The façade was upheld when he picked up in his Audi coupe. You went to an arcade and you should’ve known then. The way his arm flexed when he threw that skeeball spelled out danger. And when he walked you to your door and asked to come inside, that should’ve raised red flags.

Six months have flown by and he’s been stuck on you ever since. He still is calm as ever however, now you noticed a little things.

The small smile that’s reserved just for you. The way two of his body parts have to touch you at all times. There is the way that if you’re separated a second longer than 24 hours that he has to fall asleep on the phone with you.

Then, there’s way he has sex. Being on the thicker side of the clothing rack hadn’t always been easy. Struggling to find something cute, comfortable, and in your size was a trifecta you could never achieve. But today’s a good day.

Today, you checked all of your boxes. With a black baby doll skirt, that comes slightly past the knees and a checkered shirt that pairs perfectly with your, simple flats. Today you feel good and if the way Eren looks at you all the way to his passenger door says anything, he’d agree.

You sit in the front seat and rub your gloss lips together nervously as you move to buckle your seatbelt.

“Look good, mama,” he grumbles. And that lackadaisical smile doesn’t show an ounce of what brews beneath the surface. You relax into your seat, headed to a party that Eren volunteered you two for.

The night tarries in a blur of tequila and heat in the middle of a Texas July. And your Eren, is always there. Even if it isn’t physically, while he sits and jokes with Connie and Ony, his gaze never leaves you.

And it doesn’t really register. The long, hard glances. The tilting of the head when your body sways to the beat. The slight squinting of his eyes as he smirks after doing at least five once overs. It does register, however, when he gets back into his car.

His veiny hands and long fingers work their way up and splay themselves on your kneecap. A small whine escapes your throat and you’d think he hadn’t heard it at all, save for the small quirk of his mouth.

He’s a man less about all and all about action. So it doesn’t surprise you when the door to your shared apartment closes and your fireman carried to your room. It doesn’t surprise you when he doesn’t even take off your panties, instead choosing to eat you through them. It does surprise you, though, that he makes no move to do anything else.

You move to sit up. “Eren?.”

He groans, a low guttural sound that has you shrinking back slightly. You shake your head softly. “What about you?”

“I just wanna admire my girl. Fuckin’ gorgeous.” And with that he pushes you back and your knees are by your ears. You didn’t even know you could bend that far. And when you come down, legs shivering and mouth drooling, he stares like you like you hung every star in the sky.

He sighs and his unkempt hair flips as he shakes his head and smiles to himself. “So pretty.”

[sukunasbow]

men that eat pussy like they’re starving and you’re their last meal.

your legs are spread wide open as you sit on the edge of your bed, using your hands to hold yourself up as your legs shake with a mix of pleasure and tiredness as he brings you to another orgasm.

he devours you until his jaw aches, sitting on his knees and holding your legs apart. “just one more for me, baby. you can do it.”

dabi, EREN, gojo, jean, SUKUNA, KUROO, + your fav.

[imagineurwrld]

home

in which you are reunited with your boyfriend after months of being parted

You hold your breath as your house grows visible past the hill you run up, and then you stop once you reach the top. The vision before you is enough to make you freeze completely, blood pumping viciously and breath catching in your throat. The wind stills before brushing through your hair and clothes again.

His figure sits on your doorstep, a heavy-looking bag tossed to the side and his arms draped over his bent knees. His head is turned to the side, deep in thought as he seemingly waits for your arrival. You can tell he is tired from his travels just by glancing at his posture, the way he is slumped over, but his mannerisms shift completely when his head turns and his eyes land on you.

The moment your eyes meet, you know. You know that this nightmare is over, that you no longer have to dream of a love that felt so out of reach, that you no longer have to cry, that you no longer have to clean to distract yourself from the emptiness of your house, that you no longer have to force yourself out of bed and despise the image that stares back at you in the bathroom mirror because it is void of the image of him, arms wrapped around your waist and lips pressed to your ear.

You no longer have to wait, to fear, to miss. It is over. His eyes are as bright as the sun upon seeing you, and they shatter the glass wall that you had forced up. Those eyes that sparkle like a thousand rays of light, the eyes that reawaken you after having died along with his absence, those eyes that are home.

Admiration, fondness, desperation, exhaustion, warmth, and home. Those are his eyes, your home’s eyes.

You can not move until suddenly, you are. You race across the path, stumbling over your rapidly moving feet as he lifts himself from the staircase to hold out his arms and brace himself for impact. Your body collides with his, chest shoving into chest, and everything snaps into place like a missing piece fitting perfectly into a puzzle. 

You grip the rough fabric of his shirt, clinging onto any piece of his clothing you can touch, switching your arms from his upper back to his lower back to up again. One arm secures around your waist, while the other cradles your head to him.

For a moment, it does not feel real. You don't know how to begin to fathom the foreign yet achingly familiar feeling. His hands are calloused, hard, and coarse from work. His hold is strong and secure, and he feels slightly bulkier but he is the same. It is him, and you are crying before you can even comprehend it.

He lifts you up from the ground, screwing his eyes shut and tightening his lips to prevent the emotions that he had built up from spilling free, messily, simply from seeing your beautiful face after so, so long.

You are soft in his arms, pliant, gentle, just as you were when he left you six months ago. Your scent fills his nostrils, intoxicating him more than any perfume he’d bought for you in the past ever could. Your graceful arms clinging ungracefully to his back, sobs racking your chest as he holds you impossibly closer.

It is you. He is home. 

He sets you back down on your feet, pulling away just enough to take in your features. He soaks in the vision of you: your glossy eyes and trembling lips; the curve of your clenching jaw and the complexion of your skin flushed; your nose flaring as tears stick to your lashes, trickling down your cheeks and dribbling past your chin.

You are a lovely sight, an angel. You are his home, and he loves you so. His brows curl as he gazes at you afraid to blink and watch his dream disappear. 

Your head is swiftly pushed into his and lips smash together. You savor the taste that you have been deprived of for months. He is exhausted, he’d been traveling for hours, and he is dirty, but he doesn’t care. You don’t care. He is home, and home is the way your lips chase his each time they break apart to push back in.

He kisses you hard, he kisses you passionately, then slowly and tenderly. His brows knit together as your delicate hands ruffle through his hair. Tears mix into the taste of each other’s lips, but neither of you cares. How could you care? It doesn't matter. All that matters is this moment, this feeling, this cease of departure.

You pull away with a soft smack, pressing your foreheads together and staring into each other’s teary eyes. Your hands move to his face, tracing his skin and caressing the scars indented above his brow and on his chin.

He lets you, lashes fluttering against his cheek as he breathes you in and relishes this moment for all it is worth, his thumbs tracing the curve of your spine beneath the thin silk of your shirt.

A wobbly smile touches your lips as your eyes dart across his face, unsure of where to focus. A laugh, or a scoff maybe, falls past your lips, one of sheer passion and relief, before your teeth come down to bite the bottom one.

He smiles, tiredly. His heart pangs against his chest as your grin appears, the very grin he’d engraved into his brain to keep him going this past half a year. 

“Welcome home.”

Your phrase is a whisper, gone with the breeze that blows past. His smile widens somehow, and his eyes brighten as the reality sinks in. He breathes air through his nose in amused shock, shaking his head in disbelief at the fact that his wait is finally over. 

He is home, home with the heart he’d left behind, and he could have collapsed as reality sank in. 

He kisses you again and again, and lifts you up and kisses you even more until he cannot breathe.

written by Jaylin Smith

[kiwiaok]

I know that fandom usually pictures andrew with this lesbian kind of haircut but consider short hair andrew (someone grabbed him by his hair in a fight one too many times and he got fed up with it) and long hair aaron (long enough to make a lil man bun bc between being a med student and dealing with foxes he keeps forgetting to get a haircut)

[leviraaaaaa]

“I hate it.”

You looked up at him, gritting your teeth through the words. You were angry, so so angry. Furious, enraged, aggravated. Who does he think he is, that fucking Jaeger?

Eren’s last letter finally came through. The one where he says he was going to raid Liberio and asked the scouts for help. Or did he? With or without help, he said. The audacity.

After all the shit you and the others had to go through, the huge reports trying to explain why he went missing, answering the higher ups about his disappearance, trying to justify it, seeking up excuses. Then he has the fucking nerve to send these letters.

You had stormed out right after Hange read out the words, not even bothering to ask to be excused. You were tired of dealing with that emo teenage brat.

But Levi gave no reaction to the sharpness of your tone, already aware of the cause of your temper. He was there in the room, his expression had tightened just as yours had. And he must’ve followed you right after.

He always does.

Without a word, he lowered himself down on the step beside you.

“This is filthy.” He scrunched his nose. “Couldn’t have found a better place?”

“I didn’t ask you to sit here.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes. You just kind of took the first isolated corner you could find. Sure, the stairs were filthy, but that was the last thing on your mind.

“Why did you follow me anyways?” You asked.

“I didn’t follow you.” Levi sighs, stretching his leg to kick a piece of rock. It flew all the way over to a wall, making soft little sounds on the pavement as it impacted. “I needed air. He pissed me off.”

You let out a noise in agreement. That’s one thing you can both agree on. Eren Jaeger was an absolute piece of shit with a talent to irritate like no other.

“Next time I’m seeing him,” You mumbled darkly. “I’m breaking a couple bones, I swear.”

“That was actually my plan, but I’d let you have the honors as well.”

“You should’ve hit him harder all those years ago, back in the courtroom.”

“Definitely.”

That made you smile.

But it was the absolute seriousness of his expression that made you crack. The stony face, with an even more stoic tone. He actually seemed to be considering the idea. As if you and him were merely discussing the weather instead of the best way to beat up an adolescent boy. Without even meaning to, you were grinning, a snort escaping you making Levi glance at you with the side of his eyes. He frowned.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are.” You smiled. “That’s why it’s funny.” Poor Eren, he’s had it coming.”

Finally, you felt the anger go down.

It’s always like that. You get angry, you get emotional, but when you turn around, Levi’s always there, in his own strange little way, a hand on your shoulder and shooting you a look. Or times like this when you’re upset and pissed, and he just sits with you and goes along with everything you say until you feel better.

You leaned back, letting yourself fall back on your arms, kicking your legs and stretching them. Your shoulders hurt from how stiff they’ve been from the tension until now. You tilted your head to look at him.

“Look at us, making plans about how to beat up a kid half our age. What have we come to?”

“Our fucking limit.” Levi grumbled, but the scowl lessened, his brows straightening slightly at your calmer tone. His own shoulders relaxed. “He deserves it at this point.”

You grinned. Sure, you can’t really hit Eren right now, but the idea does make you feel better. For the time being at least, you’ll have to cope by daydreaming.

But you were so tired, you think. Very so.

Why is it that you could never stop running?

Eren’s shit was only the least of it, but it’s been so hard. Being a scout was never supposed to be easy. But ever since Erwin and the others died, nothing's been the same. You could hardly celebrate the success at retaking wall maria when the price to pay was the blood of everyone you knew. Even witnessing the wonder that is the sea for the first time hadn’t been as thrilling as you thought, how could it when you know there’s a whole other world beyond it, and that they want you dead? Stepping in Marley and realizing all that you’ve been kept away from, a life you couldn’t even imagine. It must be nice to live without being so terrified, scared for you and scared for your friends, you had thought. Must be nice to live without having the rest of the world label you as devils and to take the peace for granted.

You wished you could just catch a fucking break. Maybe forever.

You sighed.

“Levi.”

He gave a lazy glance. “What?”

“Let’s run away.” You muttered softly under your breath. Eyes focused on the ground. “Me and you. And Hange, if they want to come.” You sighed, pausing a little. “I hate it. I hate all of it. I’m sure you do too.”

With that, you turned to look at him, right in those silver eyes of his. They looked almost blue here in the moonlight. Was it just you or was even the wind holding its breath?

“This isn’t what I signed up for Lev. I thought I was going to fight titans, not humans.”

“What..” He asked, staring at you unblinking, almost confused. And surprised. And something else you couldn’t quite place. “What are you on about?”

“So, let’s go.”

“What?”

“I’m serious. Somewhere far away. We could just get up and leave right now.”

“..now?”

Levi gaped, struggling to find something to say. Your light tone indicated that it was a joke but yet, there was something in your eyes. A glimmer of something. That made him think that maybe it wasn’t a joke after all.

You grinned. “Leave this to the kids. They don’t listen to us either way. Let’s go and start another life.”

And for a moment, there was silence. You stared at him as he did the same, eyes boring into each other, unspoken words and unconfessed truths thrumming in the air between.

And just for that moment, you considered it. You really, really considered it. Just saying it out loud.

To tell him what you never did. What you’ve been hiding from him for so long.

Would that be so bad?

What if you did run away after all?

You sighed.

“Jeez, Levi.” You finally looked away, peeling your eyes off of him. “Relax. You look like I’m about to drag you from here at gunpoint. It was a joke.”

Levi was quick to duck his head away as well. “I know.” He mumbled. “I know. I’m not that fucking dense.”

“Were you hoping I was serious?” You pulled your knees up to his chest, letting your head rest on them to look at him, a grin forming.

He did. But he couldn’t say that, could he?

“You are the last person I’d willingly choose to spend my life with.” He scowled.

“That’s cruel.” You gasped dramatically, feigning hurt and giving him a mock glare. “We get along fine.”

“You’re missing the part where I want to choke one or two dozen times a day.”

“Kinky.”

“Fuck off.”

“Okay, but, think about it,” You pressed your lips together with the effort to hold the grin together, trying your best to look serious. How could you when he looked so incredulous? It only made you want to fuck around with him a little more. “You could be a farmer or some shit. I could be the pretty housewife. Some peace and calm.”

“You as a housewife?” Levi snorted, amusement gleaming in his eyes at the thought. “Peace and calm at the same place where you are?”

“Well,” You shrugged, “You could be the pretty housewife then. I won’t mind.”

“I think I'll stick to being a squad captain, thanks.”

"You're no fun."

"Shut the fuck up.''

The giggle finally escaped you, unable to hold it in any longer. And little after, you were laughing, clutching your sides, making the mistake of looking at his very offended face and then you were laughing so hard you could hardly breathe. Soon, even Levi’s face softened, the corners of his mouth quirking up just a little.

“HEYYY YOU TWO!”

Hange yells, appearing out of nowhere and startling the shit out of the two of you, making you almost choke. They flopped themselves down between you, wrapping their arms around both of your shoulders, squeezing hard and letting their head drop. “Nice of you to leave me alone with those children. Gave me a headache.”

“You’re the commander after all.” You said coughing, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

“Next time, can you at least say hello before you proceed to crush us to death?” Levi grumbled, squirming under Hange’s grasp.

“No.” They reply to Levi. “But jeez.. I say one word and Mikasa gets all defensive. Why is everyone acting like it’s my fault?” Hange pouts.

“Aw Hange.” You pat their back, laughing.

“I want to smack Eren.”

“Don’t we all?” Levi muttered quietly under his breath.

“Me and Levi booked him first.” You said. “You can have the rest if anything remains.”

“Aw man. No fair.”

Hange pulled a face. And then they pulled the two of you closer, until all 3 of you were practically squishing against each other.

You let your eyes fall shut, soaking in the warmth. And Levi, even Levi— who’s always complaining about Hange’s very physical manners—didn’t complain anymore. And the three of you just stayed like that, leaning against each other in silence. The presence of the other was enough itself.

Then Hange spoke, so quietly you would’ve barely heard it if you weren’t so close.

“How long do you think until it’s over?”

You pondered over the question a little while, thinking about it. Then you sighed.

“Who knows? Will it ever really be over?”

Hange exhaled softly, pausing. They looked up, the moonlight glinting off their glasses. There were a lot of stars tonight.

“Think Erwin’s getting amusement watching us be miserable?” They muttered.

It was Levi to answer this time.

"Yes."

[hyvyinjie]

𓂃ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒂༄˖°

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⋆｡ ✧° ☁︎ come be lonely with me ✧˖°.

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹, a shadow that lingers long after the sun has set.

how curious that something so jagged and raw can be the only companion that remains.

'are you okay? '

a query like a wisp of smoke from a forgotten altar; bewitchingly deciptive, answered by a mirrored gilded lie—a guise that conceals the soul’s deepest lament, like a siren's song cloaking hidden depths.

are you okay?

of course you are.

even as the cold rain—an icy deluge that seeps into your very marrow pours. the unyielding cascade chilling you to the bone.

of course you're okay.

in a reality alive with fleeting visages and laughter like the songs of ancient bards, why does the heart still bear the burden of solitude?

people flit like restless shades, phantoms that never truly pierce the essence of your soul, leaving behind the bittersweet ache of a connection unformed.

it feels like a movie, doesn’t it?

a grand performance where you are but a spectator, watching your own life unfold on a stage where you aren’t the protagonist in your own tale.

'it'll get better!' they chirp, voices bright as the sun, yet their words seem hollow, echoing in the cavern of your heart.

but did they ever consider if it was advice you truly crave?

of course.

...not.

what you seek is a stillness, a presence that holds space for your unspoken truths.

someone who listens, even in silence.

someone like a scroll of old; their pages turned with unguarded ease, revealing tales laid bare for you to read.

'i love you.'

'i care about you.'

such phrases, tossed around like autumn leaves slowly losing their weight in the wind.

just because they slip from the tongue, do they resonate with the mind? the heart? the soul?

perhaps they do—but will one act on them when the tempest of need rages the fiercest?

the brutal truth is, the chance that words blossom into action is as rare as finding a rose in a desert.

yet, when one hurls, 'I hate you.' you feel the sting of authenticity in those words, a far more potent rawness louder than any hollow praise of love.

drip.

drip.

drip.

Is it really the rain that falls, or are those the tears you didn't know you were shedding?—

wait—you’re..crying?

the hand that reaches to brush your cheek feels like a mirage, a distant echo of touch, as if you are caressing a specter, even while knowing it is real.

'why the tears?'

ask that question, and though you don’t have the words, the tears continue to flow, a silent rebellion against a world that insists you should stay strong.

even more perplexing is the emptiness that accompanies your sorrow.

why does even crying feel so void of meaning?

"guess we're both hiding in the rain."

the effort to engage, especially with a stranger—feels monumental, leaving you unmoved, eyes cast downward, heavy with the weight of unspoken words.

everything feels exhausting.

yet, it’s clear he stands with you. and regardless of the umbrella in his hand, he never once offered shelter to himself or to you.

amidst the howling winds of a titanic uproar; a mere shadow of the inner maelstrom that echoed the battles of gods—you both stood, steadfast warriors against the squall’s wrath.

his gaze is drawn upwards, rapt in the skies as if searching for answers among the clouds—while yours remains tethered to the ground, too heavy to lift.

thunder rumbles, a low growl in the distance.

but it feels..strangely comforting now.

the stranger offers no more than his initial greeting—was it even a greeting?—and the silence stretches between you like a vast ocean.

you are two strays, wandering adrift in a deluge.

lonely together.

♡ ˚ · . 良い一日をお過ごしください、愛 !

[unillamart07]

AAAAAAAAAA💖💖💖

[armins-used-qtip]

It was no secret that Connie found you alluring. Even from the first time you met him, he let his eyes linger for longer than acceptable. Whenever you're with him you can feel his burning stare, especially on your body. He's a nice guy, although you don't know him very well since he's your boyfriend's friend not yours. Despite his attraction to you he would never act on it, he's a good friend after all.

You and your boyfriend, Eren, had a very closed off and intimate sex life. But he was a freak so you often found yourself doing... questionable things.

Being the hoarder you are, you had a small, white shoebox tucked under your bed. It was filled with mementos from your relationship. Ticket stubs, receipts, bracelet boxes, anything really.

Connie didn't know how he found himself in your room searching through your belongings like a pervert.

Earlier Connie had gotten a call from Eren

"Yo, Y/N sleeping at mine again. Could you do me a favour and go get her backpack from her dorm"

"Why do I have to get it. Why can't you or her?"

"She's in a lecture right now and I have to meet Armin in about.... 10 minutes. Please bro just this once??"

"....fine"

"Cheers bro, the keys under her rug."

There he was. Searching through your stuff, with no aim in mind. The backpack had already been found, so he should've left. But for some reason he felt like he'd be missing an opportunity if he left so quickly.

He slumped down against your bedframe, when he felt something poke him in the back. "Hmm... 'me and ren' what's this?"

He grabbed the white shoebox that was poking him. It was what he expected, just some cute memories and shit. Just as he was about to put the box back something glossy caught his eye. He wiggled his fingers further in the box to retrieve it. Nothing could've prepared him for what he saw. It was a small Polaroid. He couldn't tear his eyes from it, he was mortified but totally mesmerised.

You were positioned ass up on the very bed Connie was leaning on, completely naked. You had a gag in your mouth and your arms were tied. There was a pair of hands roughly  spreading you apart, Erens obviously.

Connie was so taken aback by this photo. He had completely stilled, too scared to even move a muscle. He never took you for someone to be into that sort of thing. The more he thought about it, the hotter he felt his body get.

This is wrong. I shouldn't be looking at this Connie consciousness began knawing at him. Yet he just couldn't put it down. His eyes focused on your pussy, it was being manhandled by Eren. He felt terrible but a small part of him wished he was the one behind the camera, not Eren. A dry gulp was all he could form as he felt his pants get tighter.

"Shit" A wave of realisation hit him and he put the Polaroid down. This was bad and he knew it. He stood up and looked around your room. "Just get the bag and leave" he muttered to himself. First he had to put that Polaroid back in its place. He kneeled down and took the Polaroid, facing it the other way, and put it back in the box. He then noticed there were more. He felt guilty but not guilty enough to stop. He grabbed the stack and looked through them. Each one was somehow better than the last. His favourite was the one where you were on the bathroom floor, with your fingers deep in yourself. Eren was nowhere to be seen, unlike the other ones that were all clearly taken by him. This one was a selfie, maybe you had taken it for Eren?

He did something dumb. He slipped it into his back pocket and put the rest away, tucking the box back under your bed. He was thinking with his very erect dick rather than his mind. He could barely walk because he was so painfully hard. All he wanted in that moment was your pretty lips wrapped around him. A loud groan left him at the thought of you on your knees for him. His mind was so fuzzy from the pure arousal, he had to sort his hard-on out.

He stumbled into your washroom. He was looking for them. The pink frilly underwear he caught a glimpse of yesterday when you were at Erens. A small part of him hoped he didn't find them because he had no idea what he was about to do to them, all he knew was that he needed them. The way this man was behaving anyone would think he was inebriated, but no the only thing he was drunk off was the thought of your body underneath his. He dug through your clothes basket. He found them. It wasn't purposeful, but a small laugh erupted from him. Was he this pathetic? Was he really about to wank off to his best friend's girlfriend?

He looked at the thong style underwear in his hand. There was a dark patch where your pussy would have been. The sight of this had him panting heavily. All his guilt was washed away the second he brought them up to his nose, taking in the smell of you. Any common sense he had was now gone and replaced with pure, primitive lust. He swore it was impossible to become harder than he was, yet he found himself growing evermore. It was painful, he was so, so hard. He felt like a helpless puppy in heat. He reached his hands into his sweats and pulled out his rock solid dick. There was precum dribbling down the side. With the pink panties in his nose he began pumping his hand up and down his cock. He hissed at the feeling, he felt more sensitive down there than usual. He brought the underwear away from his nose and uncrumpled it. His stare was directed at the dark patch, even the sight of it nearly made him cum. He brought it to his mouth and began to lick the spot. The grip he had on his dick got tighter and he began pumping faster. Quiet and broken whimpers left his mouth, muffled by the fabric of your panties. He savoured the salty taste as if it was a 5 star meal. The pressure in his stomach was building up and he threw his head back in response. This time he held the underwear's dark spot to his swollen tip. The panties stuck to him as he jerked off into them. This was nearly enough for him to come undone, his movements were becoming sloppier and lost their rhythm. He whimpered and moaned your name as the coil in his stomach snapped. The deepest and guttural moans left him as he emptied himself onto your pink panties. Hot cum spilled into his hands as he tried to control his breathing.

"Shit" he panicked at the sight of your ruined panties. Still in a state of stupidity he shoved the dirtied underwear in his coat pocket.

His mind was racing on his way to Erens dorm. How would he look you in the eyes? What if you noticed your pants and your Polaroid were gone? But it was too late to return them now.

Knock knock

"Eren bro are you in? I've got your girls bag" Connie was surprised to see you open the door.

"I'm not 'Erens girl' I have a name" you said bitterly and took the bag from his hands.

Just as you were about to shut the door you spoke out

"Oh and uh... I have a camera in my dorm room"

You watched in amusement as Connie's soul left his body. His pathetic stammers only made you laugh.

" don't worry I won't tell Eren, but I want my Polaroid back" you said putting your hand out. He reluctantly reached into his back pocket and put the Polaroid in your hand.

"Thanks Connie" you offered a sweet smile before you shut the door in his face. How cute.

Ok that's the end. I've never written smut before so um if it's bad deal with it?

[phinkslave]

Could you do #1, 11 and 12 with phinks? You don’t have to do all of them but I loveee the prompts

Unbreakable bond

1: “I want to hear you beg.”

11: “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me. “

12: “You’re mine.”

Of course! I truly hope you like this aha since it is my first ever piece of writing. I tried my best, and if u think I need any tips or so on let me know! I didn’t make it as dark as I would have hoped for but please enjoy. 🫶🏼

Warnings: Smut, minor violence, noncon (sort of), yandere behavior

It’s been around two months since he’s taken you. You’ve dreaded every moment. Simple things like watching movies or even reading books didn’t interest you anymore, but you had to pretend. You were scared to show any protest against him. He was dangerous. He was strong. You wanted was freedom, but the question was how? How would you get away from him. He’s stronger, faster, and just more able than you’ll ever be. Knowing that just made you feel hopeless. You’re trapped forever.

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“Listen, me and the troupe got a mission. It’ll take at least a whole day so, if you want any take out or such, let me know.” Phinks said as he entered your guys’ shared room.

Well you insist to sleep on the couch but, he’d never let that slide.

You could only manage to mumble a little “okay.” In his direction, not even looking him. Which he seemed to have expected. Phinks has always been a patient man, and as much as you hate to admit, he was trying his best to treat you nice, be all sweet, to tend to all your needs. You sort of appreciated how kind he was, especially after hearing how his friend feitan broke his girlfriend’s legs. You shuddered at the thought. It reminded you just how much you needed to get out of this place. Phinks had enough strength to break your fingers with a pinch.

“I think we’ll be heading someplace near Yorknew. I heard they got great snacks. Ya interested?” He said in an attempt to cheer you up a bit.

Phinks saying that shook you out of your thoughts, he distrupted your mental plan on how to get the hell out of his little apartment he keeps you in meteor city.

“No.”

“Really? Nothing at all? Heh fine, starve for all I care.”

Then there it was. His annoyed side. Phinks can be a sweetheart, but he can also get upset just as fast.

After spending a few hours in the room, you left. Heading to the kitchen since you finally started feeling the hunger in your stomach. You can only resist food for so long. In the kitchen was a troubled looking phinks who was on the phone.

“I just don’t like this ide-…ima have to call you back nobu.” Is what he said as soon as his eyes laid on you.

“Hey babe, ya hungry?”

“Mhm.”

“Sorry about earlier……do you want anything specific? I’ll bring it to you.”

“No.”

He just watched you as you grabbed an apple and started heading back to the room.

“Hey hey hold on..” grabbing your forearm.

“What.” Poison lacing your tone.

He made an audible loud sigh.

“Listen. I get your upset, I know you wanna go home, but you got to give me more than that. Come on, i just want you to forever be protected. I love you.”

“Well I don’t.” Snatching your arm away with much atitude.

Before you could turn around again he slammed you against the wall, shaking some famous art pieces he stole that were hung up the wall. The slam didn’t hurt, but it was just so aggressive. Tears started to immediately form.

“Listen.” His tone being the most angry you’ve heard so far. “I am trying my best to be the good guy here. Do you know how fucking hard you’re making this for me?”

At this point your tearing up.

“I might as well let it out now. You’re not leaving me. Ever. Okay. Understand that, this, this place is your new home. Understand that, because I won’t have the patience to explain it to you again. You’re mine. Nothing you do will change that. If you think you can leave. Understand that you won’t ever. You love me. And I love you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes.” Trying not to let sobs spill.

“Good.” He said smiling, wiping your tears. “Now none of that, you know I hate it when you cry.”

He hugged your shaky body.

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That was just 3 weeks ago, but all this boredom being in the house made it feel like a few days back.

Since then you and phinks have made lots of progress. Him being the only person interaction you get, sort of made you have no other choice. If you didn’t treat phinks like a friend, you think you’d truly go insane.

Relationship progress wise, the farthest you and him have ever gone was just a measly makeout. Each time sitting on his lap, facing him, you could feel how hard you’d make him. Which boosted your confidence. Slyly rocking your hips to get him more worked up.

It was amusing. You tried to tell yourself it was okay, making out and basically riding your kidnapper shouldn’t be okay, but overtime you’ve began to like phinks, besides he was pretty handsome, and his little jokes he’d make every now and then, or even how on every mission back he would bring you a stuffed animal or some chocolates.

Thankfully for yourself, he’s never gone as far as you’d like. Limiting himself to only where you’d start and stop. Knowing full well he could pin you down and take whatever he wanted was a thought you’d resurface every now and then, but you trusted him more and more.

Time went on and the more needy you got. Makeouts werent satisfying you enough.

Phinks just got home from a mission.

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“Hey, I was hoping we could watch a movie tonight or something.” You said greeting him at the door.

“Yeah, whatever’s fine.” Giving you a worn out smile and a peck on the lips. “I’m just gonna tidy up a bit.” Clearly dirty from whatever fights he got into.

“Okay! I’ll set up.” You said all cheery.

The thing is, you were hoping to have sex tonight. Being a virgin you want it to be special, but of course phinks didn’t know that. You put some snacks on the table as well as some drinks. A little alcohol won’t ever hurt. Dimming the lights putting some fluffy blankets on the couch and now all that was left to do was click play for the movie.

Around 10 minutes has passed and you got bored having to wait on him so long.

“Phinks! You’re taking so longggg.” You said in a whiny voice.

No response.

“ugh! Phinks.” Getting up you checked the bathroom, and he wasn’t there. So you went to your guys’ bedroom and there he was. Laying in bed, not even under the covers, as if he fell asleep as soon as he made contact with the bed. Wearing nothing but some sweats and a grey tank top.

You were a bit frustrated, but then again it was so adorable seeing his chest rise up and down so slowly. You had an idea.

Walking up to him, you got on top, straddling his waist. His eyes opened, all droopy.

“Sorry sorry, I swear they were just shut.” He said all groggy.

“It’s okay, we can do other things….” Leaning down to kiss him, trailing down from his jaw to his neck.

You felt his jaw tense up a bit under your kisses, and soon feeling his hands grip your wait somewhat harsh.

“This is better than a movie.” He thought he could be subtle about it, but you felt his tiny grinds against your clothed core. But you played along, grinding against him as needy as ever, letting a few whines drop from your lips, he got the memo.

“It’s like that?” He said smirking up at you, all you managed to do was let out a few huffs, getting tired already dry humping him.

He got up, you still straddling his waist. Turned around and laid you gently on the bed. Hearing a few silent protests from you due to the lack of contact.

He took his tank top off, you finally realizing just how built this man was. It looked like his abs had abs, he had such a prominent v-line, and his arms were bigger then your remember. “Like what you see?” He said all cocky, clearly noticing how in awe you were. But it didn’t do nothing but make you nervous. What if he didn’t like your body?

“Just touch me already?”

“Oh it’s not as simple as that, ya know how long you’ve made me wait? I want to hear you beg.”

“I am not begging.”

“That’s a shame….” He leaned over picking up his tank top, but before he could put it on again,

“Okay okay fine….please….just touch me.”

“Boringgg, that’s the best you can do?”

“I will bite you.”

“Yeah yeah, your lucky your cute.” He leaned down taking your tshirt off. “No bra?” Bending down to suck your nipple, causing you to get out some more moans. Geez, he knew how to work his mouth. He got up again from leaning down, this time taking his and yours pants off, being left in nothing but your underwear’s. First, he took yours off, clearly noticing your embarrassment “you’re so beautiful.”

Using his hands to open your legs more apart allowing his fingers room to gently start caressing your clit.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I need you begging.”

This time you didn’t care, you needed him, you had to.

“Please phinks, please I need you so bad, I crave-“ before you could finish you yelped, feeling a finger enter you, causing you to squirm so much he had to hold u down a bit with his other hand.

“Tell me how much you love me.” Adding another finger.

“I love you! I love you so so much.”

“Geez, this wet for me babe?”

“Mhm all for you-“ you stopped talking, being to focused on his fingers in you. And he let you, silently smirking to himself, letting you to enjoy the feeling. As soon as your legs started shaking, he moved his fingers.

“Can’t have you finishing already now can we?”

You looked at him all teary eyed due to your almost orgasm, cheeks all red.

“Keep looking at me like that I’ll finish before you.” He said in a chuckle, racing to let his cock free.

You watched how it sprung against his stomach as soon as he let it out. Kind of scared and regretting all of this. What would he think when he knew you were a virgin? Would that even fit?

He gave himself a few pumps, “we don’t need no condom.” He said, approaching you again, but this time you scooted yourself across the bed a bit, giving distance between you two.

“I don’t think it will fit.”

“Of course it will, c’mere babe.”

“No.”

“What? What’s wrong? You being f’real right now?”

You looked at him all nervous before he let out a sigh. Grabbing you by your ankles causing you to be as close as he needed.

“Don’t be silly, we were doing so well.” Aligning himself with your entrance.

“Stop phinks I’m serious.”

“Nah. Don’t worry you got this alright?”

Trying to scoot away again he held your wrists down.

“I’m a virgin!” You yelped out.

He looked at you. Chuckling.

“Is that what’s got you so worked up? Sweetheart, if anything that’s better, anyways I’ll be gentle yeah?”

“Please phinks….”

“You know you wanted this so bad, I’m just tryna give you what you what.”

Despite your protests, he held your wrists above your head with one hand in order to have his other free to guide his tip inside. You shut your eyes. He stopped as soon as he saw.

“Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”

When you didn’t listen he got frustrated. He gave your face a few light but harsh taps, and then grabbed a hold of your neck.

“Listen to me.”

Your eyes opened. But this time you were sobbing uncontrollably.

“Good girl. Hey hey, none of that just let me take care of you baby.” Wiping some of your tears.

“I don’t want this.”

“Sure you do, you just don’t know it yet.”

And with that, he slowly entered, he made no effort to hide his grunts, holding eye contact with you as his hand around your throat didn’t allow you to move your head around.

As soon as he felt him ease into you, he let go of your wrists and neck allowing you to grip the bedsheets freely and him holding your hips.

“Feel better now?” His head in your neck, rocking his hips at a painfully slow pace. He wanted you to adjust first for a few minutes. It took all of him to not just start slamming into you.

“Nhm hm.” You said, holding your moans inside, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Eventually his pace fastened, and you couldn’t hold your moans in anymore, his thrusts getting harder since your moans were encouragement to him.

“ ‘m bout to phinks-!”

“No, not yet.” He said and he started to rub your clit. He knew you’d cum, but he liked the thought of him fucking your overstimulated body.

“Is t’much!” You squirming trying to push him off.

“Almost baby, almost.” And with that you came undone under him, shaking vigorously, cumming on his cock. That sight alone was enough to almost have him undone.

“Stop! Stop!” You screamed out, pushing against him but he just grabbed your wrists, pinning them on your tummy with your arms crossed.

“A bit more.” He said through his teeth, as he finally came undone inside you. the feeling of his cum still causing you to shake. After a minute of him laying on you, both of you out of breath, he finally pulled out, you shuddered at the feeling of cum dripping out of you. He left, and came back with some napkins, wiping you clean.

“Sorry about the mess….” He broke the silence.

“Can we sleep now…” you confused on the whole situation. You didn’t know if you liked what had just happened or if it was against your will.

“Sure.” He said, lifting you up so he could pull the covers down, and climbed into bed next to you.

Letting your thoughts drift you to sleep as he kissed your temple, the last words you heard was a cheeky I love you.

[annievrse]

midnight reunion

eren x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb a/n: sequel to midnight confessions

It had only been a few months, but seeing Eren's titan destroy Marley below had you seething and heartbroken.

"Ready?" Hange yells at you, and you nod, aiming your grapple at a nearby clock tower. "Go!"

Zipping through the air was something you'd always loved. What you didn't love was the 400 bullets raining down on you as you dodged and weaved through buildings. Leaving the airship later than everybody else was your idea — or maybe you were delaying the inevitable.

You hear your name through the wind, a whisper in the destruction. Turning, you land next to Jean, who has his hand pointed towards a titan. From a distance, it looks like a giant human, swinging its arms and throwing debris. But to a trained eye, you know it's Eren.

"Your turn," He pats your back and zips off, something about helping Mikasa.

You inhale deeply, tears burning the back of your eyes as you reach Eren. But as you expected, all the anger you had felt dissipated, and all left in your stomach were the bitter remnants of when he left.

"There's a part of me that hates you, a part of me that's saying I ought to just leave you like this," You say, looking down at him. Eren jumps slightly, his head whipping toward you, eyes wide and lips moving soundlessly.

God, you'd never seen him so speechless before. The wind howls louder than it had the whole night, and silently, you wish it would sweep you both away to a faraway fairyland.

"But, lucky for you," You crouch beside him and take his shaky hand in yours. "The other part of me still loves you more than anything."

Eren's eyes soften and he squeezes your hand, loose strands flying around his face. He sighs, running his other hand over his mouth. "...I-I'm sorry—"

You shake your head, eyes focused on something else entirely when you stand. "We'll talk later."

Eren, noticing your gaze on the jaw titan hanging off the side of the building. "Okay."

You smile softly at him, admiring his appearance and deeper voice. No further words are said, but you can feel how important this moment is to him.

Eren stands up, the fibres from his titan disintegrating from his cheeks. He takes a step forward, your hand falling from his and the loss of warmth makes your chest hurt. But before he jumps, Eren looks back at you. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight, and you have to stop yourself from pressing your mouth to his.

"Cover me," Is all Eren says, and then he's gone, falling down down down until he transforms into the attack titan you'd seen hundreds of times before.

And doing as he says, you cover him, like you'd always done and will always continue to do.

[muekyn]

eren has the nicest eyes.

they’re such a captivating mix of color. streaks containing different hues of blue and green in each detail of his irises.

it’s reminiscent of the tinges of deep green that can be seen in the ocean, when the water is heavy against itself. when the waves reflect a sparkled azure, and the shadows emit a myrtle green. the shades and highlights in his eyes mesh with one another, creating such an alluring and calming array of tones.

it’s hard not to stare when you look at him. after all, his eyes are just so captivating.

eren seems to know this, and makes it impossible for you to look away. eye contact from him is extremely intense, which in turn causes you to stare more than you normally would. there’s moments where you two simply sit in silence, eyes glistening at one another, taking each other’s features in. it almost feels wrong to stare at him for so long, like you’re invading his field of vision.

but how can you look away from such pretty eyes, especially when they’re boring into your soul like that? like he can see through you. into you. into the real you, the unfiltered you.

and when you catch him observing you, it’s evident that his eyes are dripping with adoration and affection. the usual sharpness he has for others seems to disappear when he looks at you. carefully, very intently, he watches you with a curiosity in him. it’s as if he’s experiencing you for the first time, seeing you for the first time.

though it goes somewhat unnoticed by you, there’s also pure possession in his gaze. it’s like the longer he stares at you, the more he can experience you. undoubtedly, he knows that you’re his. after all, you’re only meant to to look at him. to be with him. no one else.

your eyes were meant to admire him, and him alone. and he would do anything, literally anything, to have you look at him for a little longer.

all that matters to eren is that he keeps your attention. that he keeps his eyes on you. that he consumes you with his gaze.

you’re the only thing that can invoke that level of love from him. you’re the only thing.

© 2023 by stoned-eren. do not copy or repost my work. <3

[zilodak]

There's something about how Tony (Petscop's creator) writes that makes my stomach churn.

[logoleptic-since-06]

Imagine you go on Tinder as a joke, making up a fake identity with the silliest name and personality, only to be matched with an equally odd profile. Texting back and forth and bluffing with everything you say, you realise the other person is doing the same. You both end up texting as your real selves, slowly growing into each other.

I don't have a specific character in mind for this scenario, so feel free to imagine your fave for this one <3