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In The Bush | Armin Arlert x Female! Reader

A/N: sad-ish story, I hate I can never use these prompt ideas for anything not niche like anime fanfic 😭

Warnings: Mentions of death, delusions

Rain seeped heavy in the clouds over Shiganshina. The air was thick, cold, and unforgiving; maybe a representation of the feeling all people had.

"Could you pass me that tissue?" Mikasa murmurs to Hanji. They briefly share eye contact as the request is filled and soon Armin felt the sweet sting of paper against his cheek. Both of them were very red, and raw, stung by the tears and sweat of the day. Everybody had been sitting in common area together, lingering before proceedings.

The light outside had an orange tinge, or at least it felt that way each time they left the building during what Eren created. Armin could do nothing but curse him really, seeing as he had turned even agaisnt those who loved him most. But that wasn't on his mind exactly as much as the clear cur image of you had been settled into his brain. He missed you. So greatly that even his hands had began to tingle for the touch of your embrace, of your hair brush being pulled through your hair, as much as your scent.

During the battle and the takeover Eren has structured, you were taken into the hinges of the jaw titan. Armin knew he lost you as he looked out onto the sea of people, just over the steam of the colossal. There was a thickness in that air too. After Eren found you laying on the ground, he hovered for a moment.

Three years ago you met the shy blonde Armin during a camp, where you all became very close. Eren saw this, he listened to Armin tell him of your glory, describe every detail of your personality, and how your eyes carried so much light in them. He could only feel regret as he peered into the grey orbs you had now, vaguely staring back at him, but also into nothing at all. He sighed picking you up, throwing your dead weight over his shoulder.

When he laid you down in front of the team they all had the same look of horror plastered onto their face, but he saw Armin, it was a different kind.

"Eren? What is going on?" Hanji asked, looking at your body, then back at him. Armin began to crawl over to you, as everyone watched. His warm thin arms scraped you up from the ground, holding you close, where he used to feel your heart beat. He cried out, pushing away Mikasa when her hands began to fling to comfort him. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" His voice cracked pitifully at Eren, who said nothing, walking away. Armin continued to sob into your cold nape.

Today was the day you'd be buried. Historia paid for a very expensive funeral, royal budget approved of course. They all sat in the crowd as you were spoken above. Mikasa spoke for Armin.

"It was as if the light of life had been knocked from beneath her, a strong soldier, and an even stronger woman,"

It was a beautiful speech.

Everyone took their turns coming around, looking into your casket. You had very beautiful gemstones in your jewels, and a gorgeous dress. Yet nothing could stop Armin from going cold when he felt your hand again, saw your face, and knew you weren't even anatomically the same.

He began to look away, only to be drawn back to the image of you, sitting up right, looking into his eyes. He said nothing, as you said nothing; but your eyes looked colorful. He wanted to touch you, to hold you; if only he hadn't been so terrified this would take you away again. His heart shattered when he looked back into the casket, just to see you were still grey, lifeless.

The ride home was silent. He did not mention you or the fact he saw you, no one would believe him. Mikasa gave him a huge before he found his way to your quarters, opening the door to the wall of perfume scent you'd left behind. A simple lavender. He smiled a little, walking to your desk. Looking at himself was hard, he noticed his eyes were red; his face wrinkled, worried.

His nimble hands began to fiddle with your objects, a little comb and some wooden sculptures. He then found his way slowly into his desk, where he rummaged a bit. There were notes from your parents, notes from him, notes from the captain about performance. One stuck out, and it read:

"You may as well take my heart Armin, it's already full of you."

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NSFW Headcannons | Armin Arlert

Warnings: Fem reader, Switch Armin, 16+ content

• Doesn't even attempt to shave, keeps a pretty blonde bush. He doesn't really consider this a beauty standard for himself, or you either.

• Usually uses 2 hands when jerking off, but sometimes will desperately fuck just the tip when hes extremely sensitive and just use the other hand to tease one of his nipples.

• "Please, let me cum, I've been so good for you."

• He really likes lowkey public stuff, like shoving his fingers in your pussy when nobody can see or fucking you while you innocently sit on his lap during a carriage ride to a mission or base camp.

• "I'm so close, please just let me tip over the edge. I need you."

• His hips buck into your hand, his face flushes. Even his collar bones flush bright red when you know he's about to cum.

• His hands are thin, they're a little less calloused than you'd assume most of the men are; but more gentle when fucking you or circling your clit just right.

• He nervous laughs a lot during sex

• Aftercare is very sweet, if he went hard usually he'll offer you to brush your hair, give you a glass of water, or to read you a book about the ocean

• His aftercare is a little more gentle. He likes to be cuddled, fingers wavered into his locks and kisses laid on his back/neck. He usually falls asleep and wakes up ready for a "together bath".

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Dracula | Levi Ackerman x Fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, blood, violence (?)

A/N: enjoy :) sorry for any typos lmao

It's late, the dark stoned road is paved with moonlight, and your dress is dragging along behind you. The only thing lighting your town was lanterns- barely lit, and slowly dying into the darkness of the night as well. Your skin was a starch contrast to the thick material of the dress, making walking only a little harder than it would be in normal garments.

It's 1830, New England. Garlic is hung with care upon every doorstep and children are horrified when going to bed. Your father had asked you to go out and get bread, something your mother would normally do if she did not lie ill. Yet, you were caught talking to a friend until a quarter past nine in the eve. Any other town you wouldnt have felt so swallowed by the darkness in.

You yourself had no concerns for any rubbish in the local paper. Hearings of things with no name, a disease brought upon people in which would take their skin color, turn their eyes red, and drain life from their form. In all reality, your father was a doctor- and his often reasoning was that the towns people would blame this on regular illness.

Almost home, there was one alleyway you had to cut through. People were in, and you decided to take the short cut. Your shoes clicked on the cobblestone quickly as you hurried down the alleyway, nearly to the other side. Your heart nearly stopped upon arrival. A man, dark hair of short stature, in clothes that weren't as tarnished as the rest- met your gaze. If only in better lighting, you could see his hands.

Heart wrenched, throat closing, you could hear the small warning bell given above every grave to wake the living dead. To warn townspeople that this person was in fact, alive. Yet here he lay in front of you, holding a pig close to his mouth. His throat bulged with each swallow, blood dripped down his neck. You wanted to he afraid but that instinct of fear and running never came.

"What the hell are you doing?" You asked, eyes on the man. His own orbs came to meet your own, only to make you realize that hus corneas were bright red. The pigs carcus hit the ground with a thud, as you backed away the man came closer very quickly until he had thrown you over his shoulder.

"No! Put me down! Let me go!" You urged, kicking. His grip was tight, holding you as his jumped upon the very roof you aimed to be under. Your struggle was no match for his iron grip. Your eyes twisted to the back of your skull, and all went black.

When you came to, there was nothing but cobblestone around you. A small room, and you were sitting on a dark oak chair, strapped to it by what seemed like straw cloth. Pulling at the restraints, you began to panic. "I'm sorry, I had to." A dark voice bounced around the walls. You tensed. "Who are you? Why would you take me- for catching you?" Your eyes bounced around the walls of the room, urging to find the man who took you from before.

"I didn't want to take you." He says. His voice is dark and raspy, like a man who'd been crying. You pulled at your restraints, hot tears rushing along your cheeks. "T-Then why the fuck would you?" Null and void he came from the corner, eyes laying on your own. "I had to." Your eyes shut and your head gave out from exhaustion, your eyes met the cobblestone below your feet. The mans shoes clicked on the floor as he came closer, his cold finger lifting your head up from its exhausted state to meet his own.

"What is your name?" He asks. His flesh is colder than your own, and his long nail pokes your neck slightly. Almost menacingly. "(F/N)." You mutter. His face is still, serious, and cold. "Mine is Levi. I used to be a Duke, not that'd you'd know. I can tell you're young. As young as I was, even." He crouches down and let's your head fall, so you can still see his red eyes.

"Was?" You ask, looking at him in grit. He smiles. "So you're saying you're a creature of the night? One of the blood suckers that terrify civilians? How void." Your voice is condescending, and it makes him grin even wider. "I like you. The way you talk to me, you don't sound scared even though you know what I am; and you know I could take your life." A small chuckled escaped your lips. "You won't kill me, what kind of vampire sucks the blood of a pig? A desperate one, maybe."

He stands up, palm sliding behind your neck to your hair then gripping it harshly. You wince as his face gets closer to yours. He smells fine, you note, better than any man who'd been this close. He feels the sake for you. "Watch your lip." Levi lets go, then unites your restraints. You figure hes confident you wont escape. Gently you rub your skin, as he sits back and watches you. His pale skin lit by a candle, you begin to notice.

Hes attractive. His hair dark, skin pale, not one blemish. His all black outfit and red eyes, and his scent you could still smell from across the dimly lit, small room. "Like what you see?" He asks. You scoff, "Hardly." Levi smiles once more. He can smell your blood and see you even better in the dark. He can feel his cock harden looking at such a beautiful woman, something he hadn't seen, let alone smelled in centuries.

"I'll make you a deal," He begins, scooting closer to you. He stands up, while you're seated and smoothly lays his cold digits along your jaw. "I will let you go, but in return, I want your company." Your eyebrow raises as you look up him. He feels much more hot than before, and his eyes are no longer a shade of red, but yellow. Amber, even. "You're asking me to do..what exactly?" Clearly his question was laced in a lustful tone, smothered in an accent you couldnt identify. "I want you to help me quench a thirst that isn't deadly."

Your legs clutch together at this. A man in such stature, such elegance and yet so threatening- asking you for sex? If he wanted to kill you, he would have. Right? "Do you do this to all women who catch you drinking the blood from a pig?" He laughed a little and moved his hand into your hair, softly stroking it while still looking at you. "Truth be told, I haven't had someone with me in a long time. It's been so long since I've even spoken to another living being."

You in return grabbed his wrist softly, and stood up for the first time. His eyes were in a stand off with yours, as you stepped closer to him. His hand has dropped, and he watched as you closed the space between the two of you. Your soft hands gripped his face, untouched for hundreds of years. He loathed the warmth you brought upon him as you kissed him. He could tell you were heating up, and smell every bit of you as you kissed him.

He did the same, grabbed the small of your back and pulled you closer to him. The kiss finally broke after a few moments of him soaking up constant, and realizing he felt at home with a stranger girl who happened to catch him feeding. "Please, come to my chambers, lady (F/N)." You smiled and took his hand. "I will." He led you up a spiral case of cobblestone stairs, all decorations were dark and dimly lit.

You noticed pictures he had of himself from many, many years past. All leading to a dark, tall door which he pushed open with a breeze. Entering his room, you smelled the candles he had lit; and the books that were shelved with care. His bed was dark like the whole house, large, and empty. "You are the fairest woman I have seen in many moons." He says, softly wavering his hand across your back, and to your jaw. A small flush comes across your cheeks. "Funny for such a stunning man to say that about a mere mortal."

Levi backed you up onto the end of his bed, where the words stop and the work began. His lips, as hot as your own- trailed down your neck and onto your bodice. His clearly hungry, skilled hands undid every button and tie on your corset, leaving nothing but your undergarments covering such beautiful skin. He undressed himself slowly as your hands craved every inch of skin he allowed you to see.

His kisses were hot and fast as he lifted your legs, pressing his hard cock against you. With every movement he pressed a good spot, making you moan within the kisses he was delivering. The only thing separating the two of you now was your underwear, and Levi did not appreciate it.

Exposing your bare chest, he kisses a trail along, inching down to your underwear. "May I?" He asked, hands greedily waiting along your waistband. You nod, too breathless and taken aback to respond verbally. He pulls them off, viewing every inch of your vagina he can soak in. Quickly his hunger overpowers him, taking a hungry lick. Your hips buck but his hands are fast to hold you still.

"You taste so exquisite, oh my god, you're so good for me." His words are breathy as your head spins, you could tell he hadnt smelled a woman in many years. His tongue was skilled, moving along your clit in ways youd never been able to make yourself feel. When he was finished, he stood at the end of the bed and wiped his mouth, laying a flat and wet kiss on your lips.

"I am going to fuck you so hard, you'll wish I would have just killed you." He says into your ear, making you shiver. "Then do it, Levi." You say back. His skin shivers too, from your challenge. In an instant hes pulling his cock out, watching you, overwhelmed and in heat. Taking the tip he rubs it along your wet folds, making you moan softly. Then he finally gives into his urges, and pushes slowly inside of you.

With a sigh of pleasure, Levi grips your hips, hard. "Fuck. Oh, God." His pace starts slow, kissing you still as he thrusts. They speed up once he stands, making you grip his shoulders hard, clawing him. "Levi, you feel so good. Please, tell me your last name. For the love of God, I want to know you." His thrusts are fast, he's never been asked this. Your heat keeps his close, on the edge of cumming. "Ackerman. Y-Yours?" The only sound within the clapping of his quick pace is your moans, "(L/N)." He chuckles, "With a pussy like this, I could change that"

Your moans intertwine, every spot he hits makes you moan louder, until hes shaking- so embarrassed hes going to cum. You are, too. "L-Levi, please. I'm gonna-" "I know, I know. Shit. Me too, you feel so warm." You can barely feel him cum as you reach your own orgasm, cumming on his fast pace cock, your nails digging into his skin. Once hes finished, he kisses your forehead, slowly pulling out.

His figure rests on your own, you're the only one heavily breathing but you can tell hes tired. Your hands comb his hair, and your legs wrap around his back. His arms encase you, digging his head into your chest. "I don't really want you to go, but if you do, I understand. I know it wasn't fair."

You pondered over in the corner. On your life, your family and this man who you barely knew. But in your configuration, Levi had been giving you small kisses on your chest, making you smile a bit. "I don't know, but for now I need to rest. Is it okay if I stay here?" You ask. He nods, and sits up. "I'll run us a warm bath." He says, walking over to the door. You sit up, "Us?" He only smiles and walks into the bathroom to prepare boiling water for a bath.

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Late | Dabi x Fem! Reader

A/N: kind of a vent fic lmaooo, I've been having a rough time. enjoy this unedited fic at 2am

It was around midnight, maybe. My eyes were shut, the only sound in the whole apartment was my fan. Or maybe, the cat breathing. Knees curled into my chest, I sighed deeply into the open air. The late nights were the worst. Insomnia preventing my brain from shutting off like a normal person.

The clock ticked off, indicating the ridiculous passing of time I spent doing all but looking into my eyelids. So sleepy. I rolled, face met with an abundant amount of cat hair. "Bro." I said to myself only, then turned around once more.

This went on for a while- hours maybe- until I heard my back door being touched. The knob wiggled a bit, creating an echo through the apartment. I didn't move, out of fear. Maybe if I stayed silent the person would take what they wanted and leave. The door was locked; but when did that stop anyone?

Holding my breath as steps fluttered down my hall, I slowly gripped my phone to turn down the brightness- until my door was opened, making me slam the phone down. I could hear a sizzle, as feet dragged on the floor. Toward my side of the bed. Although I was in fear, my brain rested as I saw none other than Dabi. A long time friend.

"Dabi? Fuck, you scared me, asshole." I murmured, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. He said nothing for a second. "I'm sorry." I cocked my brow then took a second to analyze him. His head was hung, arms tired and slung carelessly between his legs. His hair and skin steaming a little, staples bleeding.

"What happened to you?" I asked, sitting up. He didn't respond while I went into my bathroom and grabbed the semi necessary cleaning supplies I needed. He was in the same position when I got back. "Is it okay if I touch you?" I asked, sitting on my knees next to him. He could have choked out a yes- but he only nodded. As I began wiping blood away from him, hot tears began seeping from his eyes immediately evaporating on his hot skin.

Gently, I wrapped my arms around him. He wasn't too hot to the touch, maybe a hundred degrees fahrenheit. A regular persons fever. His arms wrapped around mine which snuggly sat on his chest and back, holding his head into my chest. Hands softly intertwining into his hair, he made small sobbing sounds. Sounds of a vulnerability I'd never heard before.

"Dabi, please. Tell me what happened." I pleaded into his hair, making his grip tighten slightly. This never happened. Dabi had been my friend for years- reluctantly I hid my feelings away from him, due to his life style choices. I watched him be with other girls, talk to them. He never asked me for anything, but we stayed good friends. I had seen him last night though, at the bar with the others.

Dabi knew I was also a villan- less active, but more anti-hero. We sat and chatted at the bar, all while drinking up. Eventually by the time everyone had depleted, it was only him and I. Talking for a while, he looked up and our eyes met. I wanted to his him, God knows. I wanted to hold him. But I knew I shouldn't, so I left. Now he's crying in my arms, on my bed.

"(F/N), I'm so sorry." He spoke, finally. I only pet his hair and shushed him, bringing him closer. It didn't bother me he was covered in filth. "Please, tell me what happened."

"It isn't what happened, (F/N)? Don't you see? It's not what I've done to others. It's what I've done to myself; myself and you." His voice was quiet, more so broken and angry than sad. "No, you know I'm here for you. You know I care for you, don't say that." I retaliated softly, pulling the sticky hairs away from his ears to look at his eyes as he laid on my chest.

"Did you know I love you?" He asked, softly. His arms tightened around my waist ever so slightly. My eyes widened a bit. "Dabi, are you drunk? What are you talking about?"

He slipped from me and sat up, looking at me dead on. I felt a mess- hair messy, clothes, all ready for bed. But he looked at me no different. His teary blue eyes looked sad, more than normal. More than I'd ever seen. "At the bar- these looks, a-and your eyes when our hands touch. I want to know (F/N), I want to know why you don't love me. Why every chance we have, you jerk away and leave me." He was no longer touching me, his look more sad now- accusing me of such feelings.

For a moment I was silent, again only hearing a fan. But the new sound of Dabi. I inhaled, and ran my fingers through my hair. "Is this why you're crying?" I asked, softly stroking away a tear below his eye before they could disappear. His hand caught my own, engulfing it in the other. "Just please, answer me."

"I run away because of your life. I want you, just as much as you seem to want me. I waited for you to get better- to stop acting childish and let go. To move on in life, so I could move on with you. But every time I think I can, you go back and do worse things than before." My voice was soft, almost non existent. "I don't like heros, but I want a life. I want a job, a house. I want kids someday sure- but most importantly I want stability. You don't understand how much I had to love you to keep myself away from you."

His eyes met mine, locking in a hurtful gaze. Slowly he sighed, releasing tension. "And if I gave it up?" He says this as he looks away. My hand starchly lays on his own. "I don't know, Dabi. I want you so badly, I've loved you for so long. I've went without your reciprocation for over a decade." His hand is brushing my own, his eyes still averted. I take this moment to start cleaning his wounds once more.

I peel off his jacket as he stays in a pondering state, cleaning him up more until he looks almost the same he did last night. Once I'm done and all gauze, trash, and supplies are away, I check his eyes once more. "I want you too." He whispered, rough hands grabbing my cheeks as softly as they could. His lips met my own, incasing myself in a feeling I'd never been able to adorn before.

When he stopped, his head swiftly fell onto my chest again, this time in a clear tired motion. "We can make it work. I want to make it work." I whispered, calmly stroking his hair. He nodded softly into my chest. "Can I stay here for the night? I don't want to be without you. Not now." His request was simple, so I smiled and giggled a little for the first time in the night. "Just lay down."

His body was spooned over mine, hands on either side of my waist pulled into his warm frame. He smelled like cologne and burn, but I didn't mind. Head tucked into my back, I smiled.

"Dabi, I love you too."

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Stay With Me | Dabi x (Fem) Reader

A/N: uhhh this is a vampire fic so sorry for the cringe LOLLL but also I'm not sorry. also this AU has dabi not just as a villan but with quirks (like he has a job n shi) sorry for any typos I'm hella tired

Warnings: mentions if blood, steamy situations, etc.

The crescent moon paved the night with just enough light for you to go on a walk. The air was cool, albeit early October. Waiting all night for Dabi to return from work was exhausting. Upon arrival to Uni, Dabi quickly got a job. It was full time, so between college and work you two barely got to see eachother.

This provoked your nightly walks. Usually they took place in the summer when the air was thinner, warmer, and the night was brighter. But as your depression sat in you found these walks to help the craving feeling for Dabi's company. Although, tonight seemed particularly foggy at dusk.

You told Toga where you were going over the phone so someone knew, then grabbed headphones and began the walk. The streets started out normal, your apartment building full of college kids beside the railways of downtown. Before music began, you could hear laughter. Parties of people who enjoyed eachother. Your eyes grew heavy in annoyance to the absence of that feeling.

Nearly thirty minutes into your walk, the roads began trailing away. You were on a trail in the woods, one most people knew as it was a popular hike spot. It wasn't too dark, but you had been feeling sweaty as the incline kept. Finally, the thirst became too much and you pulled for a self proclaimed pit stop. You bent over, pulled a water bottle from your bag and took a few sips.

Unbenonced to you, there were cracks coming from the woods. Small walking breaking sticks, only growing louder. The music you had played over these steps, as they gradually came closer to your stopped figure. Withing seconds another figure had its arms swung tightly around your neck, stopping you from breathing. You kicked and fought, water bottle flying, headphones falling off. "HEY, WHAT THE FUCK?" You yelled in your breathless state.

They let go as you began preparing to strike them, only for a stabbing pain to sink into your neck. Hot blood rolled down your chest, your breath became still as the figure you still couldn't see pulled off, breathing deeply. You wanted to yell, to run- but the pain was too much. Dropping you to the dirt, the person left into the woods.

Your yells for help were too small to be heard as you thought about how this was it. Youd be dead by dawn, Dabi unknowingly working as you bled out in the woods. Tears streamed on your face which was covered in dirt and blood.

Dabi arrived home at midnight, quick to call your name. "(F/N)? Babe? You home?" He walked through the apartment, scanning each room. Only to find your shared cat. Chicken sat uncooked and spoiled on the counter. "Fuck, sick." He picked up the packaging and threw it out. He pulled his phone out to call you, but upon dialing you went to voicemail. Dabi had never been one to worry, but he began to sweat.

His first instinct was to call Toga, where he found you had ben on a walk. Immediately his heart sunk, and he hung her to call 911. His fingers couldnt hit the dial fast enough, his body shaking. How could you be gone? Was he over reacting?

When you woke it was bright, your skin felt burnt to a degree as the sun began to come up, so you quickly ran under a tree. How could you be alive? Your hands quickly felt your neck to see if your wound was real, and it was. Dirt infected your wound. Realizing you needed to clean it, you began sprinting to a creek nearby. You noticed your speed was up, quickly. You were going triple the normal speed. Once you arrived to water, you washed your wound and face. Clothes tattered, you began to cry into your palms.

You couldn't go back to Dabi, not when you felt your teeth. The newly stretched gums, painful teeth sticking below. What made you a target? What was this feeling? Either way, you need to find clothes and a place to stay. Surely at Toga once did you could live among the people.

Dabi knew after day ten you'd be gone forever. He gave up, emotionally. People tried to find you, far and wide. They came up with nothing but all of your lose luggage in the forest. His body shook as he cried every night, unaware of the presence surrounding him. You watched him in your apartment, too afraid to get close. To his scent, his blood. How you wanted to interlock your fingers in his black hair, hold him instead of watching him cry.

This kept for months, Dabi didn't change. He worked, came home, went to school and thats all. He barely fed himself. You couldnt take it at some point. You'd been feeding slowly, taking from people who were undetectable by society and leaving them in dumpsters behind places you knew nobody would check. Dabi would be ashamed of you.

Alas one night you could no longer hold yourself. Finding your footsteps leading you to Dabi's work just as you knew hed get off. Your stomach twisted, how would he react?

Nobody was around as you slowly walked up to him, behind his back as he unlocked his car. Tapping his shoulder, Dabi slowly turned to find you. His heart dropped, blood raced and his keys fell to the ground. "(F/N), holy fucking shit." He spoke, you smiled and hugged him tightly. Dabi lost knee strength, falling to the ground with you. His soft cries into your chest only made you hold him tighter.

"I know, I'm sorry. I should have told you." Your hands felt into his hair, down his spine and back. His scent was so strong, so enticing but you held away. Because you knew deep in your soul, you needed him but he needed you more. He cried for a long time, until he peered up to see you once again.

"Y-Youre so pale, what happened? How are you alive? Twice found your shit in the woods and I just.." He began to sniffle more. You shushed him and kisses his forehead. "I know, Dabi. I'm sorry. I was so afraid I'd hurt you like they hurt me." His head fell into your chest. "Can you come home?" He asked, looking up at you.

"No, I can't. I cant ever be seen again, Dabi. That's what hurts. I'll never get to grow old with you, or have children. They took it from me." He paused and looked in your eyes. Dabi knew what vampires were, he knew they were around but never figured they could do this. He always thought it was a myth and they were all similar to Toga. But he considered for a moment, before clutching your cold hands.

"(F/N), if I cant alive with you I'd rather be dead. I want you to do this, to savor my future with you. Being without us, without you- its destroyed me. I can't do this alone." You shook your head, "Dabi, I don't know much about myself. I can't tell you any history of what I am or who I am now, I cant eat food or sleep at night. I can't be in the fucking sun. Do you really want this?" You finished.

He nodded. But like this, he turned his head away and exposed his neck to you. You quickly laid a kiss on his neck, then his jaw, and lips. His body heat fell onto you as the kiss deepened, leading to your sloppy off sided kisses down to his neck. The temptation was strong, sitting beside his car in the dead of night where you could see his pale skin so perfectly. His veins, imagining what the crimson blood looked like flowing down your tounge and into your throat.

So you did, you sunk your teeth in his soft skin. The blood tasted amazing, nothing like the men an women you've killed before. His arms shook around you as you did the hardest part- pulling away. You held his had softly as he told you how much it hurt.

"Dabi, it's okay. I know, trust me. I'm here. I'm here," You held his hand as he passed out from the pain, then picking him up and laying him in the backseat of the car. You felt bad but really what could you do? He was your soul.

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Just Us | Armin x (Fem) Reader

A/N: I know my writing is crazy inconsistent (like months lmao) but lately fanfic/art just hasnt been doing it for me. but I have this sosososo

Warnings: sexual content, a bit of reversal/fem armin (male wife vibez)

My eyes watched as my black cat strolled past me and into my apartment, where I followed her soon and shut the door. " 'Min?" I called, turning to the kitchen. Dinner was cooking on the stove thanks to my husband, yet I saw him nowhere. I walked over, stirring the noodles once. Quickly I heard feet shuffling behind me. "Babe? Oh, sorry, I had to use the bathroom. Please, you don't have to cook." He smiled and took the pan, then kissed my temple.

I'd rebuttal but usually he cooks, due to the fact I'm the bread winner. We made this deal as teenagers, I'd work for a degree and he would too, but once I made a career and money we'd settle and he'd be the home body. Watching him cook is lovely, the house I always clean because although I'm carelss- Armin is not.

I stood behind him and ruffled his hair and he gently leaned into me. He was wearing the dark green apron I bought him around his usually lounge clothes. Grey sweats, a white tee, and black socks. "Would you pick out a movie to watch?" He asks, slightly peering over his shoulder down at me. I giggled, "Is this you asking to 'Netflix and Chill?'" He shared my giggle and rolled his eyes, "Only if you want it to be."

I smiled and walked to the couch, sitting down and picking a movie. I decided horror although it scared him a bit, I myself enjoyed it. Not long after I pressed it waiting to start did Armin bring two plates of steamy pasta, and two glasses of white wine in chilled glasses. My eyebrow peaked at the slight suggestion but I said nothing.

"Oh (F/N) did you pick a horror again? Damn how am I gonna enjoy my food while covering my eyes?" He asked jokingly, I only laughed and took a sip of wine. We began cuddling as the movie started to play, only moving to eat. By halfway into the movie our plates were empty.

My hand sat softly on Armin's thigh, gently caressing his soft pants back and forth. He was much closer as we were sharing a blanket, but his eyes then trailed to glue on mine. He looked at me deeply, not paying attention whatsoever to the movie but to me. I felt myself get wet just thinking of what he may be planning, only to watch him gently reach for my jaw and pull me into a kiss.

It was refreshing after being at work, his cold lips on mine turning hot, I could feel his cheeks warming up without even looking. His hands began slowly massaging circles on my back, then a hand down to my ass. My tongue snaked into his mouth, making him let out small noises as our muscles explored each other.

He pulled away, panting softly with a red hue on his face and ears. "May I?" He asked, early pushing his already hard cock on my thigh. "Please."

He adjusted himself to be on my lap, sitting one hot thigh on both sides of my own. Sitting into my lap, I reached up the back of his shirt and pulled him closely into another hot kiss. His hands entwined into my hair, letting out small moans as he flexed his thighs around me. Gently he snuck a knee between my legs and started softly humping my clothed thigh.

His noises increased, the heat of his face becoming worse. His knee softly bounced against my clit, giving me the urge to moan and pull his hair a bit. " 'Min, you're so good for me." I pulled away, watching him hump desperately for relief. "I-I try to be..this feels so good.." His whines turned more lewd as his bounces pleasured the both of us.

I could tell he was listening in to my moans, as he pulled up my shirt to play with my nipples, eliciting moans from myself to grow. The stimulation became overwhelming.

"Fuck Armin, I'm close..don't stop." Breathy moans filled the room, his humping becoming quicker as his cock ached to release for me. "Oh, me too. I-I won't stop I promise!" Both him and I came together, his arms clutching around my neck softly dipping his head into the crook, stifling his sounds. My own moans filled the open air as his hips inconsistently twitched onto my leg. He then collapsed onto me, breathing softly.

"I love you." I spoke calmly, stroking his hair. He then moved to lay his head in my lap, very sleepy-like. "I love you too..so much." I smiled and nudged him a bit. "C'mon, let's clean up and go to bed."

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Blondie | (College) Armin x AFAB Reader

Warnings: sexually explicit content

A/N: enjoy :) if any typos lmk, it's late but my bf looks like armin and tbh..couldnt help myself

Atop your lap sat Armin. The night was cold outside, yet you two sat cozy on your shared couch. His knees were flushed pink from the sofa texture, his hips desperately grinding on your thigh for relief as you kissed him. The kisses were sloppy, deep, something you had both craved since he got home from work.

Armin was easy to stress, but he never expressed it. His only true way for relief was his favorite spot, your lap.

He softly pulled away and made eye contact with you, shivering as your hands trailed down his soft and pale sides. His back arched as you looked up at him, "What's wrong baby?" His face was red, and so were his ears. Always so shy about asking for things. Especially from you. "P-Please can I go inside? I need it so bad.." You smiled and tucked his dirty blonde hair behind his ear.

His hips pushed forward once more and he whined. You fell back on the couch, opening your legs slightly. "Show me you want it first, 'Min." His face still pink, Armin leaned down face level with your barely covered pussy. He loved how your underwear were always black, seeing how wet you were made his heart race. "Oh God, you're soaked.." His voice was quiet.

Your legs spread a little further, showing him you were just as desperate as he was. He smiled and moved your panties to the side, leaning down to the folds of your soaked pussy, lapping up and down exactly where he knew you liked it. Your thighs held his head while his hand snaked around, softly inserting two fingers inside of you. His other hand was busy, massaging your breasts and softly pinching your nipples for stimulation.

"Armin, oh my god. You're such a good boy, f-fuck, please.." Your hands gripped his hair. He enjoyed the warmth and praise, but your noises were his favorite part. He pulled away, wiping his mouth clean. "P-Please let me inside, (F/N). I'm so h-hard, I can't take it.." He crawled up, kissing your neck, lying on your collar bone. You gave in, rubbing his back.

"Please Armin, fuck me. I want to feel you." Hot breath caressed your neck as he positioned himself, pushing your legs apart and sitting up. Armin was an interesting switch, but one you'd never be willing to change.

His thrusts started slow, moans drawn out. Your finger nails dug into his shoulders. "You feel so good, all wet for me." He spoke, holding himself up over you. Your legs were spread, thighs being pushed down by his own. All you could fathom for response was a single moan. His chain softly tapped your forehead as he set a steady pace, kissing your head.

" 'Min, you're so big." His face flushed red, not from exhaustion, but your compliment. His hand pushed over your mouth as he set himself up to fuck you harder, faster than before. "Y-You know that embarrasses me." Your moans were stifled by his hand, which smelled of his cologne. Eyes rolling back, you felt yourself peaking. Armin was too, his hips stuttering, knees digging.

"Fuck. 'M gonna cum, fuck, fuck.." His hand lifted up as he came inside, making you push yourself to the edge and claw into his back, tearing the flesh as you moaned into the room occupied by his sounds. "Armin, fuck." He sighed, resting onto your chest. He was still inside, but when exhausted you couldnt bother telling him to do anything else.

Softly, you pet his hair and kissed his temple. "You're such a good boy, 'Min."

[hentaimommi]

I've Known You | Eren Yeager (x Fem Reader)

Warnings: 16+, drug use

A/N: omg not another vent post haha

"Eren, I don't see why you think it's okay." Your shoes roughly hit the pavement. Your phone held up to your ear, as you walked at a fast pace back to your shared dorm. "Why? I just wanna smoke. I have nobody else." You could hear the young man beg you across the phone, making your eyes roll.

Eren and yourself had an extensive past together, as your best friend Armin would put it. You dated twice over the span of four years, constantly talked, but he wasn't a good guy. He made you cry, talked to other girls, never cared about your feelings. Armin hated him for that, truly, though he would never admit such trivial things.

"Okay but just smoking, and just this once, got it?" Your voice was strict as you trotted up the dorm room stairs and up onto the second level. "Yes darling of course!" Eren sounded happy you finally let in and agreed to smoke with him tonight, after nearly three months no contact. Eren decided to move on not too long ago, immediately regretting it, then realizing it was too late when he heard you were talking to Porco. That didn't work out though.

Opening your dorm room door, you saw Armin attached to his computer screen like a moth to a flame, and Annie resting on his bed. Kicking of your shoes, Armin looked over to you. "Hey how was class?" You groaned in response and he giggled.

Deciding since five was the time you all agreed to meet- meet as in he picks you up- you decided to begin getting ready. Nothing too fancy, didn't wanna give him the wrong idea of what you were willing to do. Your feelings for him were bouncy, you loved him but at the same time hated him more than anyone.

The outfit was simple, a pair of black yoga pants, black cropped top, and white lace-up van's. Plus, a large jacket. Simple and cute. What you didnt want to think about was the lacy pair of underwear beneath your pants, some ration of hope you couldn't decide was real or fake. Then of course, no bra, but Eren expected no less since you never wore one.

The time hit and you told Armin, who was now laying in a bean bag in the floor, that you were leaving with a friend and wouldn't be back for a while. He nodded lazily and began to fall asleep as you made your way out of the door.

Here ;)

Rolling your eyes, you closed the door and felt the summer half-cool wind roll across your skin. On the way down, you reminded yourself of the times you all were dating. When this trip wasn't platonic, and when butterflies used to race through you. Currently, you felt nothing but the lingering sadness of craving for those moments back.

Shaking it off, you walked out to Eren's Honda Civic, and slightly tapped the window. The long haired man looked at you, then smiled. The door was still locked, as he pretended to not hear you talk. You knew he was joking so you pretended to be angry, causing him to open the door.

"Sorry, sorry" He laughed as you got in, laughing too. His car smelled like comfort, three long months without such. He smiled at you, which replaced the kisses he used to shower you with. But it was good enough. "So, you ready?" He asked. "Yeah, let me connect though" He handed you the plug-in aux his old civic used, and you selected a small playlist you only used for him.

'K' by Cigarettes After Sex began to play, as Eren drove to the top of the parking building on campus with you that he always had. There wasn't much conversation to be made as you all sat in silence almost. Once he parked, just over the edge so you could both see the campus and the stars, he looked over to you and sighed.

"You haven't talked much." He reminded you, grabbing the cart he had hidden in his car. You knew where it was, so you helped him and headed to him. "I guess I just, don't want to. Not sure." He was almost let down by this, the defeated tone in your voice, the one that reminded him you all aren't just friends, and you're more than anyone ever was. Regret sits as a lump in his neck, whilst he ignores it and begins to hit the cart.

He noticed you didn't have makeup on, of course he always thought you looked pretty. Especially with the stubble lighting of the parking garage. It was comfortable between you two, as he handed you what he had. You took it and softy pulled a puff, blowing it out the window. The music felt quieter, but you could really only hear soft traffic and crickets of a summer night.

Eren wanted to reach over, touch you, even if it was just pushing loose hairs away from your eyes. But he knew, he could see it in your body language- you didn't want him to, not now. You took a few more hits, curling into a sideways ball and resting your legs on his center console. Your legs were so close to his, how could he ever think of you as a friend?

"So Eren, how have you been?" You asked. He knew you were angry about how it ended the last time. It was unfinished, and he posted another girl the next day. He didn't hurt when you unadded him and blocked him on everything, in fact he almost wanted to laugh- he had someone else's attention after all. But it faded, and every now and then he would see you as a ghost, an entity, in his passenger seat. He knew it wasn't over for him.

"I-I've been okay. Yeah. Just okay." You nodded at his statement and cracked your knuckles. You were nervous, after all. There was so much feeling, it almost felt like nothing. The want in your loins for him to hold your hand was there, as it always was, but that day replays in your head each time. Seeing her on his snapchat story, the sinking of your heart for the last time. You were never his only one, and you could never understand why. But, it did made you resent him.

"Rad." You tilted your head back, looking across the parking lot. He sighed just as earlier, turning up Telephones by Vacations. You almost laughed, while it played. Not because of the song, but because when you looked over to Eren, there were small droplets of tears running down his rosey cheeks. You didn't want to laugh for humor either, but because you knew you'd cry too.

Tears ran down your cheeks as well, silently, both of you looking opposed to eachother. "(F/N)," Eren cracked out, wiping his face with his sleeve, then looking away. "Y-Yeah?" Your nose was runny, eyes clearly red for multiple reasons, head spinning when he looked at you. His hand rested softly on your calf that had been resting on him for some time. He then, softly grabbed your hand, noticing the bruised and scabbed over knuckles.

"I'm sorry." That was almost worse than anything he could have said, because instantly tears fell down your cheeks faster, and the crying wasn't so silent. "Oh, Eren." Your voice was soft and broken. He felt you trembling, watching as you sat up and rested your head on his shoulder. "I fucked up so bad. I'm so bad (F/N), I-I don't know what to do." His hands shook as yours did too, but he didnt expect the sympathy from you he had.

Yet, your heart softened and grabbed his much larger, paler hands. They shook in your own, his head resting onto yours. Sitting up, you crawled over the middle console and sat onto Eren's lap, softly pushing your hands into his hair. His head fell into your chest, arms gripping your back like if he let you go, it was over. You nodded softly as he cried into your chest. Eventually the tears calmed, your own as well, and you both looked into each others red eyes.

You kissed his forehead, then he kissed your chin, cheek, and forehead. You both sniffled, away from one and other. His hand softly rubbed your back as you leaned forward, kissing him softly, sweetly, like it was your first time. Eren pulled your closer, kissing you just as deep, and needy. The car was warm and smelled like a mix of you two. Head spinning still, you found balance in resting on his lap completely.

Your kisses became deeper, comparing only to your childish makeout sessions in high school. You missed those days, just as any. Eren pulled you into his chest, resting the seat back. Calmly, you rested on him, snuggling into his jacket for the warmth of his body. His hands raked into your hair softly. He never knew such happiness, your smell in his car, your body resting on his. He felt- happy. Happy with you

[hentaimommi]

Short Imagine | Eren x Reader

A/N: lowkey vent bc I had this idea about my ex who I think was my soulmate in a different life because I cant accept he would do me so wrong teehee ! also this is short, reminder

It was 1965, your hair had been wrapped up in a rag while you finished the dishes. Songs played on a small radio on your counter. In between hits, there were updates about the peace movement, news, and general gossip over your small town of Sina. Your hips swayed to each song like clockwork, back and fourth.

The water was a little hotter and suddy, your husband had just been showering and you wanted him to draw his water after you. Your apron was perfectly flat over your dress, hair loosely falling on the sides of your face.

You and Eren were newly weds, your families didn't even know you had moved in together. As teens you dated, but Eren was drafted to the Vietnam War before you all could become wedlock lovers. He wrote you letters, stayed in touch for about three years, before he finally wrote his last letter, during fall.

Dear my love,

I miss you with my whole soul, darling. I cannot wait to see you again. My draft contact ends next week, and I'll be on the first flight home to you. Please wait just a little longer.

- E. Yeager

You were flattered when you arrived to the discharge facility where he immediately noticed you. Your hair was longer, your skin was paler- but you looked as beautiful as ever. He picked you up, swung you around. He had looked tired, a but tattered and worn. His hair was longer than before, but you didnt mind. He was still your Eren.

You smiled at the memories of just a year ago, where as you all married soon after. Your mother didn't approve of living together before marriage, and while you did not agree, you worked around her. It was the best decision you ever made.

A popular song came on, just released last year. Eren had been driving to a local festival while it played on the radio for the first time, with you. Both of you admired how it mimicked your feelings for each other. Now, your hips swung while you listened to the beautiful tune, mindlessly scrubbing. A pair of strong arms wrapped around you, shocking you as you laughed realizing Eren had picked you up gently from behind.

and if it's quite alright, I need you baby,

He sang softly in your ear along with the song, swaying in the exact pattern you had been before. You blushed, making him kissing your cheek. His hair was wet, soaking you, and his bare chest laid flat agaisnt your back. He had a towel loosely around his hips as he turned you around and kissed you on the forehead.

"I love you baby,

and if its quite alright, I need you baby,

to warm the lonely nights

I love you baby,

trust in me when I say..."

[hentaimommi]

Sacrifice| Eren Yeager

Warnings: mentions of death, war, sacrifice (obviously), manipulation, and nationalism

A/N: I changed some of the plot for the character exchange so dont expect this to follow the manga or assigned titans

(this song is a pretty good vibe for the relationship I'm trying to create between you and eren)

"Eren, you need to realize something." Your hands gently squeezed water from freshly washed clothes into a tin bucket. Life was difficult outside of the walls and off the island. He cocked his head behind his newspaper, "What's that, darling?" You sighed. Wiping your hands off on your apron, you sat down into his lap. His hands twined into your hair.

"If we execute this plan, you know, I could die. Die earlier than we're supposed to. A decade earlier." You tensed. He calmly pet your hair, sighing. "(F/N), I would kill every bastard beyond those walls to keep you from dying in a battle I'm creating. There's a bigger purpose for us, and if I can break the cycle, we can live our lives at a regular mortality. We could watch our kids grow up." You wanted to cry, because he was right. You knew he could see the things you could not, but not always did you want to believe him.

Tomorrow he would execute his plans with the scouts in creating a battle at a speech which was meant to create a war with Shiganshina. Your titan was one of the most powerful titans, but that wasn't why Eren wanted your help. He thought you were smart, good at fighting, better at war tactics and battle than any scout he had ever met. He told you that when he met you.

"Eren, if we don't make it, will you find me in paths?" You sadly rubbed your head into his neck. His shoulders softened, "I'd find you anywhere. But I won't have to, because I know what's going to happen. You have to trust me." You nodded. Eren was easily persuasive, but for you it was easy to believe him because he meant it. You could feel it.

Your job was simple, distract the Jaw titan while Eren infiltrated. The scouts would come down from the sky and begin battling the Marley soldiers. You ached at the thought of losing him, and the fact this wasn't over. Luckily, no one in Marley knew how the Warhammer worked, and would most likely assume you were like the others. But you weren't.

Although Eren had extremist views, he trusted your tactics and advice. When you suggested to remotely control your titan from below the stage, he kissed you on the forehead. He didn't know tour talent before he met you, beyond being one of the single most adverse titans.

As the time rolled around, you crystalized yourself underground and began listening to the speech above. Although you couldn't hear clearly, you could certainly hear when Eren screamed, people ran, and chaos began. Your titan began building itself, only to have your first vision be the Jaw titan attacking your neck and face. But he was ignorant, and you pitied him for that. Steam burned his body from your wounds and you immediately began to regenerate.

Your first weapon was a bow made from hardened titan flesh. It was your go to, as you plummeted arrows into the space of the Marley team's and backup groups. The Jaw again clawed at you, making you frustrated this time. Before you could smash it's face into the ground, though, its jaw was cut and hung loose.

Levi, the leader of Eren's group swung building to building defending the outraged titan that was your boyfriend. You watched as he screamed, murdered innocent Marley. But you knew it was for a cause you couldn't see, something beyond the beyond, perhaps something you'd only come to know when you channelled paths.

Suddenly, you were pulled back, shoved into the ground. Your face was met with Reiner's eyes. Your bow flamed into a hammer, in which you swung across his face, pinning his jaw to the ground. Eren looked over to watch you as he held a tank in his hands, crushing it. You jumped up, furthering his head into the ground with your landing. He wouldn't get the best of you.

His head was completely broken, smashed across the ground. Steam flew everywhere as you reached for his foot, picking him up and flinging him. You hammered once more on his neck, hoping to kill him from the inside.

His jaw was slung open, head busted. You looked down with indifference as you heard the loudest explosion of your life. Armin has transformed, and you knew it was time to move. Quickly you signalled Eren, who ran to get your body. He disconnected your cord leaving you to the darkness, only trusting he would take you back to island tonight.

When you awoke it was daylight, a damp rag on your forehead. You realized it wasn't daylight soon enough, and awoke to Eren sitting by your side. There was lots of talking. He looked down at you and held your hand, his face was so cold. "You did good, (F/N). I'm so proud of you." He leaned to his your forehead and removed the rag. You smiled and sat up, a bit dizzy. "Where are we?" You leaned against his shoulder as his brows furrowed. "On the way back to the island. After I got you, I removed you from your shell and had Armin carry you up here." You nodded. Eren signed and pulled you into him. "I'm sorry baby bird. I know you want this to be over, and it will be. Soon enough."

You nodded once more. "Eren, when it's over, i-i still want to live on the island. In a small cottage, just you and me. We can be normal, have children. I don't want a Marley life." Eren smiled a little, just curling his lips by a hair. "I know, me too. But this isn't all for us, it's for our people. You know that as much as I do, we have to give up things to get where we want to be. I don't want you to think I'm a monster when you see me-" He stopped, looking the other way. "Take innocent lives."

You sat up on the side of the pallet, "It's for a good cause, Eren. I trust you, and I know we need this. The past we have is too dirty, too long to ignore what we have in front of us. I just wish it was someone else who had to give up their life for the people." He held your hand, softly intertwining your fingers. "I promise bird, we will make it. In this life, and many others. You will never be without me."

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Bar Nights | Dabi x Reader

Warnings: drinking (obvi), boss/worker affiliation, death/murder, straight smut (with a plot)

A/N: I'd say this is based in the US, plus a little bit of dark content. darker than my usual-ish, no yandere tho. also this was SO long I didnt edit it oopsie sorry

It was getting late; around three-am late, to be exact. I sat freshly cleaned shot glasses down on a towl, then moved to the end of the bar. The new hours had me messed up, some of my day shifts worked into doubles which turned into night shifts, making me leave around three or four in the morning.

Walking into the back break room, I grabbed up my purse and keys. Then I proceeded to open my bosses door, to say goodbye. When I did, I found he was asleep at the desk. I giggled a bit, seeing Dabi so tired. It was odd a man so young was running the bar. I was the youngest mixer but that was average. To be twenty-three running a night bar was very, very odd.

Still, I walked over and put my jacket I had in hand over his shoulders and turned off the lights to his office. I needed sleep before my next shift, which was at seven the next night. Usually I catch the young clubbing crowd, which means a lot of fruity mixes.

My apartment wasn't but a block away, so leaving Dabi resting, I decided to head out. Immediately I regretted leaving my jacket. Not because of him, but damn. "Shit its cold." I whispered to myself, the hot air from my breath creating a steam effect. Hurriedly, I went up the six flights of stairs it took to get into my penthouse like apartment near downtown, just on the outskirts of the commotion.

Deciding I needed immediate rest, I plopped onto the couch, and passed out.

Waking up to the sound of my three thirty alarm, I realized I had slept twelve hours in my living room. Deciding it was time to get up and do a little self care, I stepped through my kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. I then went over to my stereo, where I shuffled through my phone to find the perfect song to begin my shower/getting ready regimen to.

"Call Me" By Blondie began playing whilst I got undressed to shower. After that I threw on some black pajamas and drank the rest of my coffee. My phone began to ring, to my surprise it was my co-worker, Kurogiri.

"Hey, tonight is no uniform night according to Dabi, so dress how you feel. Just thought I'd call and let you know before your shift." I could hear glasses clinking in the back, people talking. Was it really that loud? "Oh, okay, thank you. I had no idea. Dabi fell asleep on my shift last night, poor guy." I began prepping my fingernails for black polish, pushing the phone to my ear with my shoulder.

Kurogiri chuckled with his signature deep voice, "Yeah, I saw your jacket on his desk this morning. Wondered what that was about, he told me he woke up with it on!" I too laughed, "I guess I'm just a bad ass bar tender. What can I say? Anyways, I'm gonna get ready for my long night, thank you Kuro!" He mhm-ed me, then hung up. I was surprised he wasn't too busy to call, but more surpised I didnt have to wear a uniform.

When picking my outfit I went for more of an all black look, mostly because all I owned was that color but also so nobody could see if I spilled a drink. A simple cropped turtle neck paired with a pair of black cargo pants, and my favorite platformed docs to match the vibe. After doing my hair and makeup, I put on a second jacket do my walk downtown wouldnt freeze me.

My the time I arrived to the bar it was fluttering with people, families, friend groups. Kurogiri seemed to handle busy moments well though, not worrying about any of the people around him. I headed to put my things away and he greeted me with a wave.

Entering the break room, I sat my things down, then decided to check on Dabi before I headed out to assist Kuro. Opening his door, he was busy on his laptop set up, overthrows raising when he noticed me. "Ah, princess. What brings you back here?" My face flushed more than I noticed or cared to admit, the office smelled like the cigarette he had been smoking.

"Oh I was just wondering how you feel. Last night you seemed pretty tired." He looked up at me, shutting his laptop. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I slept pretty well, though, I was rather warm. Wonder why.." His thumb grazed his chin dramatically and I giggled a bit. "Whatever don't mention it. Just don't pass out on me tonight, I might need you." He cocked a brow and grinned, "Needing me, huh?" I rolled my eyes and covered my face. "Oh stop it. I'll be on shift if you need me."

Kurogiri greeted me as I began picking up drink orders and charging people, he said he always enjoyed watching how fast I worked. Customers in and out. Kuro left around ten, leaving me to pick up the messy drunks of a Saturday night bender. Particularly one man, who stayed at my bar until one, when he decided to speak.

"You're a pretty girl, huh?" I froze, half a rag in a glass turned with my back to the man. I sighed. Old drunks were the worst. I turned to face him, "Guess so, sir." I then began cleaning off counters and discarding used fruits and salts. He followed me to the end of the bar, making me tense up. "It's rude to not ask a paying customer what he wants to drink.." He slurred. I sighed, throwing a rag over my shoulder.

"What do you want to drink, sir?" I asked, now leaning closer to him. That was a mistake, as he gripped the top of my shirt and jerked me up over the side of the bar. "You." I began to freak out as he pulled me closer, screaming for Dabi and kicking around. Dabi appeared around the corner, rushing over behind the man, hitting him in the back of the head.

He dropped me but Dabi didn't stop, he continued to hit him, with no resistance. I ran to to the other side, pulling his fist away from the bloody corpse, watching as the anger in Dabi's eyes faded as he looked into my own. "Jesus fucking christ Dabi, he's fucking dead!" I combed my hair back, sitting into my knees. Dabi did the same. I wasn't scared of him, but I was scared of the silence.

"I-Im sorry. But he was touching and I just, I don't know. Fuck, what do I do?" He leaned his head back, pushing his palms over his eyes. I thought for a moment. "We hide him." He looked at me in a little shock, then nodded. "Thank you." I pushed my head into his shoulder and told him it would be okay. Then I turned off the opened sign, and came back to Dabi, plus the dead man. He was a scrawny old man, nothing more. We both picked up one side and brought him around back. His head was bashed in, but Dabi's knuckles were busted and bleeding. After we threw him into a dumpster out back, Dabi called Kurogiri, who said he could deal with it.

When we headed back in, I immediately went to Dabi's office and found the med bag. He followed me loosely and lit a cigarette. "Hey, could you not smoke? I'm about to clean your knuckles dumbass." I rolled my eyes, pulling out the alcohol pads and bandages. "Okay princess." He ashed the bud out on his desk, putting his palm in my hand. I gently began cleaning the wounds, watching Dabi make no sudden movement to the pain.

Once it was bandaged, we sat adjacent to eachother. "Thank you, for that." I spoke. He waved his hand off slightly, "Don't mention it. Scumbag touches my princess and expects to get away with it? Fucking degenerate." I nodded then looked up. Our faces were rather close, yet I was having a hard time deciding what he wanted. Luckily he showed me moments later, when he kissed me softly. I realxed into his touch even though I knew it was wrong, thankful he had stayed awake tonight. He was so warm, it was hard not to fall into his arms when he pulled me closer, into his lap.

My legs hung over the sides of his chair, while his hands went up my back, pulling me closer. I could feel it- the hardness below me, sitting comfortably on his hard cock. My mind wondered how he could be so horny for me after killing a man, but our lips never disconnected for me to ask.

Finally when they did, his lips made their way down my neck, letting my airy moans fill the small office space. "You're such a good girl, (F/N). Sitting perfectly still on your bosses lap, begging for more." My hands rested on his shoulders as my face turned hot. "Y-You did say I'm your princess, so.." My head tilted as his mouth met my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. The sensitive bud was sandwiched between his wet lips, played with by his tonuge. His large hands gripped my ass, forcing me so I couldn't pull away, even if I wanted.

"That indeed you are." He whispered. I kicked my shoes off, leading him to do the same and begin pulling my pants down. There wasn't much talking as he drank in my body, his hands exploring each new surface as he sat me into his chair and sunk into the floor below me. He looked at me like I was prey as he softly kissed my inner thighs, leading all too close to my soaking wet pussy.

His mouth gently sucked my clit through my panties, his hands toying with my breasts as he moaned into me. His hand snaked around, pulling my wet panties off, exposing my swollen clit.

"Dabi, you feel so good." He darkly moaned as he pulled down his underwear to put his cock over my clit. He softly rubbed his pre-cum soaked tip over me, teasing me softly. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined you like this." He then pushed his cock inside, taking up each bit of space I had. We sighed together once he was all the way in, his hands pushing my arms just above my head.

"Don't scream, princess." I was confused until he started thrusting, realizing just how wet I had been, just how desperate for my own boss. His cock filled me up perfectly, hitting each spot as I moaned into his shoulder. His moans were perfect, we both filled the open space with nothing but sounds of pleasure and excitement as he fucked up into me.

Eventually I became close, he noticed, too. "Fuck, you get so tight when you're gonna cum on my cock. Let me give it to you, please." I nodded as my face heated, knowing we would cum together. His abs flexed hard as he came inside of me, my own body convulsing into his arms, as he wrapped them around me to become closer.

He pushed all the way inside once more, then kissed my forehead. "(F/N), you're so perfect. So, mine."

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Smokin Out The Window | Eren Yeager x Reader

Warnings: car sex, weed, total simp eren

Your hands trailed the seat belt down to the bottom, unbuckling as Eren went to the back of his car. You'd agreed to the smoke sesh for free bud obviously, but also because of Eren Yeager. His cologne was embedded into the cars dark leather seats, there were low red lights around the sides and your favorite part, he gave you the aux.

He had invited you some days before, offering to show you "what a real smoke sesh" is like after you went to a party of his.

Eren was chill, calm and collected. He hadn't smoked before, so he came with water. He opened the door again, you noticed his outfit. Dark joggers, a loose fitting black hoodie. His hair was up in a half bun. He noticed yours too, a black cropped top paired with a pair of black sweatpants and an oversized jacket. You looked good with the little makeup you had on, and he thought your sent was heavily. He felt addicted, almost.

"Hey pretty, could you pass me the book under your seat? I'm gonna roll for us, unless you wanna roll your own?" You reached for the book, handing it over to him. "No I'm okay, is there anything you want to listen to?" You asked, pushing back the seat to lay comfortably. He chucked at you while licking the papers.

"I like The Neighborhood, shuffle play'em if you wanna, cutie." Your face turned red while you selected the artist. When he finished, he handed the pink papered wrap to you, and the lighter. "Something special yknow? I'll take the first hit, but would you sit up for me?" You nodded and sat up with the blunt.

"I'm glad you said yes. Armin told me you might like me too." He looked into your eyes. You smiled at him, realizing he said 'too'. "You like me?" He nodded, lighting the blunt. His hand softly touched your jaw, pulling your lips closer together to open your jaw. He then shot gunned the cold smoke into your mouth.

You inhaled all of it, blowing it out of his window which let in a bit of cold air into the heated space. Eren laughed a bit when you started coughing, but eventually stopped and patted your back softly. "Damn Yeager."

Eren scooted close to you, laying his arm over your shoulders as you all hit the blunts. Music boomed softly over the speakers. Your chest felt so light, and his cologne and deodorant mixed in your nose. "H-Hey, pretty girl- do you wanna uh, cuddle in the back?" He asked, looking down at you. His eyes were so glossy and red, making the green pop out. He could help noticing how soft your skin was, too.

"Yeah, let's do it." You both got out and ended up in the back, laughing at an off handed joke you made. "(F/N), do you wanna maybe- sit on my lap?" The air was filled with smoke and you giggled a little at him. You nodded though, pushing yourself over his thighs and onto his lap. Your head rested softly on his shoulder, he listened to your soft breaths.

Your eyes were dry, lips too. Sitting up, Eren looked at you and held your back. "Whatcha need?" He held your jaw softly, with a slight grin. "Mouth uh, mouth dry.." He giggled a bit. You did too. He leaned forward, pursing his wet lips agaisnt yours. Your plump lips collected his moisture, he held you closer, hands running down your chest and under your shirt slightly. You blushed.

His highness distracted him from any sounds he had been making, low groans into your mouth. He could feel your wetness soaking into your sweatpants through your panties. God, he wanted you.

"Baby, baby please.." His low voice convinced you to take your shirt off, exposing your chest. His mouth latched around your warm nipple, making your legs squeeze around him due to the coldness of his lips. "F-Fuck, Eren. Oh." His cock hardened more than ever, pushed agaisnt your puffy unsatisfied clit.

His lips trailed down your neck, up your chest. His arms finding a way to sneak off his pants and your own, taking a second each moment he could to look into your beautiful eyes. You smelled like shea butter and it drove him insane. Your bare legs were so soft, he watched you hover just above his cock.

"Please, I'm so hard. My cock is aching. Please." You laughed a little and sunk down onto him, a soft sigh of relief coming from both of you as you adjusted to him. "Oh, thank you. Thank you, fuck." His head rolled onto your shoulder as he began to move. His hips thrusted increasingly faster, craving a release inside of you.

Your moans filled the car, driving Eren up the wall. "(F/N) I, I want you.." He breathed, pulling you closer and massaging your breast. "You have me, you have me right here." You moaned into his ears, throwing your head back. "I want you to be my girlfriend.."

The proclamation put butterflies in your stomach, along with your orgasm which had built up the the point of just releasing. You felt Eren cum inside as you came on his cock, his strong arms pulling you into his chest. You both had been breathing heavily, sweat beading off of your foreheads.

"I want to-" Your head was spinning. "I wanna be your girlfriend, Eren." He kissed your forehead, hand twining into your hair.

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When You Come Around | Eren Yeager

(A/N): lmk if you like this as a series or a one shot.

"Hey (F/N) don't forget to brew the cold brew. We're low!" Armin reminds me from across the counter. "Understood blondie" I smiled as he frowned at my joke. The cafe was less busy than normal, considering it was noon. The outside was snowy, enough to collect on the roads. Nobody had really visited, not even our regulars.

I started doodling on one of the cups, then picked out some music to play. The company had a premium spotify, although I was the only one to use it. The cold brew bags were done brewing so I harvested it, then began cleaning.

The bell rang, and I turned to see a regular. His hood was up, covered in snow.

"Cold out there?" I asked, smiling and pulling a marker out. He removed his mask and smiled at me, "You know. Kinda chilly." We both chuckled and he scanned the menu. "How's the caramel cappuccino?" I looked up at the menu then back to him. "It's good. I like the foamy part of the cappuccino." He nodded.

I noticed the new tattoo up his arm. "Oh, I like the ink. When did you get it?" He looked down to it then back up at me, "Ink? Oh, you mean my tattoo. I got it about a month ago, it's healed now. I like the trees around here, so I decided to make it memorable."

I smiled. "That's sick." he laughed. "I think I'll get a vanilla cappuccino made with..oatmilk?" I began writing it down on a cup, "good choice" He nodded back at me, and handed me the money. He then tipped a few dollars.

"Thank you, it means a lot!" I smiled at him the headed over to the espresso machine. He then travelled around to me, and sat at the stools just beyond my set up. "No problem. Anything for my favorite barista." I found heat rushing to my face and ears.

I finished his cappuccino, handed it over, with a small heart on the top. He looked back up at me and smiled. He was really beautiful, honestly. The hazel hair, emerald eyes, smooth skin. His eyes locked with my own.

"So um, what made you want to come in during a snow storm?" I asked, leaning over the counter. He looked outside and back at me, "Well, to be honest I'm pretty alone. I live uptown in the East apartments with my cat, Mika. She's my best friend. I like coming here for u-uh, the uh- coffee."

His stuttering caught me off guard but I nodded anyway. "I get that. I'm pretty lonely too. Say, uh, do you wanna sit in a booth? Shop is about to close for snow and I uh- have time." He smiled and got up, walking over to a booth.

I followed him, then sat down, taking off my apron. "Do you like music, uh-" "Eren. I do." I smiled at him, the laid my phone out. "Pick out a song. My boss left, so anything can go." He politely took the phone, picking out a soft indie toned musician.

We talked for what felt like hours. Learned so much about eachother, I didnt want to leave. But he had to return home. I thought about it all night, all the way home. He was so cute, and nice.

The next few shifts would end the same, Eren visiting me after shift, us talking all night. Until tonight, when he passed me a note asking for me to come to his apartment for dinner. I nearly fainted, never had a man taken such an interest in me. When I went home, my heart was racing.

Putting on a soft silk dress, I threw multiple jackets over it and decided to head to the address on the paper. The streets were snowy, so I opted for a cab. When I finally arrived, I knocked gently.

My stomach was in knots. Tucking my hair back, I held my breath as he answered the door. "Hey, come in." He spoke softly and his clothes were much more elegant that before. A black button up and slacks, with black leather shoes. He took my jackets off and lead me to he table where he had two plates sitting.

"I hope you like alfredo, because it's all I know how to make. Mom wasn't much of a teacher." We both chuckled. "You're good, I do. Is that- champagne?" I asked, referring to the glasses and bottle. He nodded, "Yeah, I figured it would be good. But if you dont want to drink, you dont need too." I smiled at his gesture.

Dinner was nice, I took off my shoes and ate his delicious food. He complimented my dress, hair, all of my features. Really, he had me blushing more than anyone had ever. We ended up on the couch, legs crossed over one and others.

His hair was down, eyes on mine. "I really enjoyed tonight, (F/N)." I nodded and sat down my drink. "It doesn't have to end, you know." He looked up at me, smiling. The space between us closed slowly, and his hand wrapped up the back of my head, twined softly into my hair. Our lips met. His were so soft, and his hands roamed my back, pulling me softly onto his lap.

I pulled away and held his hands softly. "Eren, I really like you. I don't want to spoil things. We can take this slow, if you want." He patted my head softly, rubbing my back. His cologne smelled divine. "No, you're beautiful. I've never f-felt this way for anyone."

I rested my head onto his shoulder as he pulled me into his chest. "I haven't either, Eren."

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Burning | Dabi x (Fem) Reader

(A/N): short drabble/lowkey vent for me

I sat my coffee down on the table, it was six-am. The sky was still pitch black, and the birds had yet to begin chirping. I wanted to say good morning to my cat when she jumped on the counter, but it wasn't morning. I had stayed up all night waiting for my lover again.

Dabi was a man of few words, but passion. We met at a bar, he complimented my quirk when I showed it off in the alleyway. Then he asked he could kiss me, and so we did. He would come in the night, sneak into bed with me. Sometimes stay until the morning when we would have a lazy day, cuddle while I washed his stinky clothes.

Another sigh escaped my lips, I almost wanted to cry. Just to let it out. I loved him, and some part of me knew he felt the same. I didn't want to question it, because I was afraid the answer wasn't what I hoped. I didn't question it. But I had been doubting anything but that, only myself.

My feelings for Dabi made themselves known in my eyeryday life, I stopped craving him just in the night. I wanted to come home to him, go on dates with him, have him stay more than just one night. I'm so sick of the waiting, the eye bags, the restless sleep.

Finally I hear my window crack from my fireway into my bedroom. I rolled my eyes, took my cat away from my coffee, and headed back. I knew it was him, he always tries to me quiet. He smiled when he saw me, he looked so beat up. "Dabi, damn. Let me help you." I reached for him as he laughed a little and smiled. "There's my girl. I'm sorry it's so late, but shits been busy."

I nodded and took him into my bathroom. He must have noticed my face, because when I started collecting supplies he gently tugged my chin to look at him. I did, really, but I didn't mean to cry. His blue orbs shined at me now angled as he swiftly pulled me into a half-hug.

He shushed me softly as I spilled tears onto him. I missed him so much, and he hadn't even come to see me. My arms wrapped around his burnt ones. "Love, can you tell me what's wrong?" I only wanted to cry more, because he was being so gentle. I wanted to be mad but it was so hard.

"D-Dabi, I need to talk." He pulled my head up and wiped my tears softly. Another half smile. He was so beautiful even in the fluorescent lighting of my bathroom. "I'm all ears darling." He told me as his hands gently rubbed my back.

"Look, I need you. M-More than one day a week at six am. I need you to be here. I can't keep waiting for you to choose to see me, or be here when you want. This hurts me so bad, Dabi." My head tucked into his neck as I held in another sob. It was so hard being honest, I was so afraid to be complicated. To need.

His hands ran into my hair and he softly shushed away my choked out sobs. "I know. I'm sorry. I've been so caught up and- you deserve better." I cried into his neck, holding his frail and injured body against mine too.

"I'll be here, okay? I'll make the time for when you want, and we can work this out." I nodded, as his had ruffled my hair. Carefully I stood and wiped my tears, than began cleaning his wounds.

"You know, it's so lonely without you here. I miss you so much." I lowly whispered as he watched me clean his wounds. He nodded and looked away. "I'm lonely without you too, it's not one sided. I miss you when I'm gone." He seethed at the alcohol cleaning an open wound.

"Sorry darling." I finished up, and helped him to my bed. He needed rest, he looked so frail. I wanted to know what happened, but he could always tell me tomorrow. So I laid with him. He curled into my chest, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I'll do better, (F/N). I'll be yours." He whispered into my chest. I pet his hair as he softly began snoring into a deep sleep. That was all I needed to hear.

"You're my person."

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Tsukishima x Skater!F!Reader: Headcanons

suki doesnt LOOK for short women, you just happened to be in his AP Chem class that semester.

He watched you play with your hair, smile at class jokes, the face you made when you're concentrating on school work

You laptop had anime stickers on it. He knew you were a nerd. That made him smile, he wanted to feel your skin too. It looked so soft.

The day he first held your hand he was amazed. Skin so soft, laugh so beautiful, you broke his shell. He wanted to know more about you.

You skated. That was okay, although he hated the guys around you. They'd always ask about your skating abilities and made jokes with you, why couldnt he do the same?

He bought one. For a second he doubted himself, thinking "Cant believe m so down bad for her. Fuck."

He learned on his own, didnt tell you. Tanaka helped him and so did 'Nisha. Although he couldn't handle it well, he wanted to show you.

He took you to the skate park at night, making you wonder about this mans mind. He said it was for a surprise.

When he showed you the board and his moves, you smiled. Youd never imagined him caring so much.

He loved your warm arms around him, talking about how much you loved him, and that you couldnt believe it. He blushed and hugged you too. He no longer felt silly.

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Short drabble- Suna R. | Lapsitting

A/N: listen to 'This Old Dog' by MacDmarco while reading. this is a cope drabble from my breakup. oops

You were propped up on the larger mans lap. He was warm, and obviously very high. But his sweater was loosely wrapped around your shoulders, and his arms to your waist. You all had been cuddling in the back of his car, for no apparent reason. He offered you to hit his pen, so you did, and now you're both high as a kite. Your arms were around his nape, gently, your hand rubbed his hair. It was so soft. Both eyes interlocked, you could feel his soul. His hands latched onto your ass, softly pulling you closer to his chest while some Mac DeMarco song played in the back.

"Did you say something?" You asked, your face muscles couldn't stop smiling. That's an effect of you getting high, you smiled so much more than you ever had. He giggled and pushed your hair back from your ear. "You're so fuckin baked babe." He kissed your forehead as you laughed and pushed your head into the crook of his neck. Why the car? You didn't know. You all had an apartment together. Maybe it brought you back to when you were teens, and the only place you had was the back of his car at night. Either way, he was warm, and you were content.

His eyes were so beautiful, pools of honey. There was a red tint to his pale skin; something that happened due to his rising body heat. He thought you looked just as beautiful, relaxed into his lap like this. Your warm hands scaled his back, neck, arms, while you all hummed together. Giggling, you gave him a little tickle under his chin, then tapped his nose. He giggled too, "I love you so much, y'know that?" You blushed and smiled. "I do. And I love you too, sly fox."

You didn't care how long you all had been in the car, just that he was with you. His hand intertwining with your hair as you all kissed so deep, you'd never forget moments like this. The car smelled like you all, your laundry. He played with the rings on your fingers while holding you even closer to his body. You'd think after this many years together you all wouldn't be so close, but nothing could ever tire you of Suna. And he thought the same. Your eyes were just as beautiful, and your laugh was contagious.

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Lost | Eren Yeager x Fem! Reader

You sat your son down in his high-chair, laying a bowl of cherrios out on the stand extension for him to eat. You yourself had oatmeal, and began cleaning up the kitchen for work. (S/N) didn't like daycare, but being a single mother and still needing to work, you had no options. Sometimes Mikasa, your best friend, would take her. Your parents as well. Being a single mom wasn't easy. You hadn't been on a date in years, you hadn't gone out with your friends but once in about 6 months, and you didn't even have the heart to tell his father.

Well, not necessarily. (S/N) was a product of a shit relationship back in college. In your last year, you dated a guy in your psychology class. He was nice, smart, kind, until he wasn't. He left you, ghosted you after 8 months pretty much. Mikasa knew him but, you'd never want Eren Yeager to know you had his child. Sure, would you like to have a father figure in your son's life? Yeah. It would make yours a lot easier. But it's been 3 years, and Eren probably doesn't want to know he has a tie to someone he abandoned.

"Fuck." You whispered, checking the time. Swiftly you lifted your child away, and got him outside into your car. You were almost late, where'd the time go? Starting the car, you began the 10 minute ride to the daycare.

(S/N) was fine that day, leaving you to head out to work. First you had to make a stop at the local grocery store to get your lunch. Work wasn't for another hour. So you did. On your way out, your named echoed across the parking lot. You froze, taken aback and turned around to see a face you hadnt seen in a very, very long time. Your eyes caught onto the icy blue ones you once knew so well. Eren.

"Hey, how are you? I saw you in the store and you walk so fast!" He was heaving. You were still in shock. "U-Uh, I'm okay. How are you?" He looked just as fit as he did the last time you saw him. He shrugged, leaning on your passenger side door. "I'm okay too. Look, I'm sorry about college. I was young and d-"

"Dont worry about it, okay?" You opened the back door and put your bags in, watching him stand up straight. "You have a kid?" Your face became bright red, he saw the car seat and baby bag. You tried to look at him, but you couldn't. "Yeah. His name is (S/N)" Eren nodded, a little bummed out. He thought you looked just as pretty as before, and he wanted to ask you out on a date to make up for what he had done. Little did he know how much he had actually done.

"How old is the little guy?" Given by the half seat, he could tell the baby wasn't an infant. You couldn't lie. "He's uh- he's 3, almost 4 now." This piqued Erens interest. He did the math quickly whilst noticing your eyes could no longer meet his. "H-He- uh- he's 3? Like-" "Look Eren, you weren't there for this long. What makes you think you can just enter my life when you want, ask about my son who I've raised alone for years, and pretend to care?" You felt short with him. It wasn't anger, but just- done. He nodded. "Just, tell me something (F/N), is he uh-" You nodded and cut him off with your hand. Erens eyes started watering.

"He has brown hair, blue eyes. He's something special, his daycare says. He's a fighter just like his daddy." He began to cry, stomach sinking. You didn't even try to tell him, did you even want him? He wanted a son, he missed you. When he left he was young and stupid, he didn't know you had his child inside of you.

"(F/N) i-i know its been a long time, and this is probably pissing you off but please. Let me see my son." He was standing straight up, wiping the tears away with the end of his sleeve. You reached up and wiped his wet face, and sighed. "Okay. I'll give you the address for my apartment, and you can come by at 5 tonight. I have to go now Eren." He nodded. You put your address and apartment number on a note and handed over to him.

Work went by fast, exactly how you didn't want it to. When you left, your anxiety was through the roof. Picking up (S/N) was no different. You brought him into the apartment, leaving the door unlocked and sitting him down. "Mommy! Me want juice and uh- cookie!" You smiled and brushed away his brown hair. For a long time you disliked the traits that reminded you of Eren. But they were so beautiful. "What do we say baby?" "We say pleaseeeee!!" His little feet kicked around.

There was a knock at the door, so you stood up. "Okay (S/N), mommy has a special guest she wants you to meet, okay?" He smiled, already forgetting about the juice and the cookie. He viciously nodded. You walked over to the door, opening it to see Eren. His hair was half up, half down. You noticed he had tattoos now. He also wore all black- comfy clothes. "Come in." He did as he was told, shyly. You watched as he entered your kitchen, eyeing the sweet boy on the counter. "Hello sir!!! Are you my mommy's friend??" He asked, kicking around. Tears ran down Erens face. He was beautiful. A perfect mix of you, and him. "Y-Yeah, I'm your mommy's friend."

You watched as Eren played with your son for a while. They bonded really well, personalities just alike. You left to change into your pajamas and came back to hear their conversation. "Do you think mommy is pretty?" (S/N) asked, putting an action figure into the air like he was flying. Eren laughed, and your stomach tensed. "I think she is the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world." Your son bursted into giddy laughter. You face was red, did he really?

Walking out, he caught your eye. "Aw theres mom, I'm sure it's time for me to go." He sat up, and your son grabbed his knees. "No! Stay!" You both laughed a little, as you began making arrangements for dinner. "You can stay, if you want tonight." He smiled. "Would you like that munchkin?" Your son smiled. Before you began cooking, you laid him down for sleep since daycare fed him at 5 and if he ate anymore he would be up all night. Reluctantly your tired baby passed out, leaving you to catch Eren already cooking in the kitchen.

He popped two bowls of soup out, and sat them down on the dining table. "(F/N) I want to be in your lives. If I would have known 3 years ago, I wouldn't have ever walked away." You rolled your eyes. It wasn't so bad. He was kind, now. He made dinner and played with your alls child. You nodded and ate dinner silently.

Instead of sleeping on the couch, Eren slept with you that night. He was big, soft, and warm. He told you all about his life during dinner, how he had a job and roomed with Armin. You listened to his calm breathing as you fell asleep, wishing you had told him sooner.