#Eren fanfic

[jeanbie]

IF I LAY HERE (WOULD YOU LIE WITH ME?) ★ masterlist.

pairing: eren x reader

genre: best friends-to-lovers-au, actor au, fluff mostly | warnings: fem!reader | wc: 2.6k

note: hey. i still love u guys and i am still pining over aot. will never stop probably. anyway, this was an older fic i wrote but i'm handing it down to eren! title is taken/inspired from chasing cars by snow patrol (my fav song)

⏤ Eren has had enough - it's been four months since he's last seen you, and he's not going to let his fame status keep him from seeing you any longer. He just hopes that you feel the same way when you see him again.

Eren was taking a pretty big risk, he knew that.

It was risky taking any step out of his apartment at any moment; he’d think he was safe until he made it to the end of the road, earphones snug in his ears, and the flash of a camera behind the bushes in the corner of his eye blinds him back to his front door in a twisted shame. 

Granted, he’d expected it to be worse now that he'd booked a plane ticket and made a rather hasty, in-the-moment journey to the airport and on a plane with no layover. Usually when Eren takes a journey overseas, there’s at least one or two fans hiding in the corner of the suites waiting for him, or someone on the plane who’d recognise his face.

For this, he’d suck it up and take a photo. It was better to have good PR and be a little bit pissed off that he’d been discovered, than to have bad PR and to be known as the actor from Attack on Titan who didn’t give a damn about the people who essentially made him and his friends famous.

But Eren thought the risk was worth it this time. The plane touched down in a different country, and from there, it was an hour long train journey to a station he didn’t know anything about to meet a friend of yours he’d only seen in Instagram pictures.

You were at university now, a face he saw on a screen rather than a face he quite literally saw every day months before. It had been four months since Eren had seen his best friend, and fuck anybody who was going to make him wait a second longer before seeing you again.

You were his greatest risk, but it was worth it. You were worth it.

“Fuck, it’s insane to actually be meeting you right now.”

Frank is a good guy, ginger with circle glasses resting on the end of his roundish nose. He led Eren out of the train station, offering to pull his suitcase for him. “I mean, I’m a huge fan.” Followed by a sigh and a quiet, “Who isn’t…?”

Eren smiled at him, squinting in the sun as it hit his eyes in the direction of Frank’s face. “Thanks. I hear a lot about you, too.”

Frank grinned, whipping his head towards Eren. “All sexy and scandalous things, I hope. You know, none of us believed Y/N when she said she knew you. We thought the pictures were Photoshopped, you know how she is.” They both paused by the side of the road waiting to cross, “Shit, she’s gonna freak out when she sees you.”

That was three minutes ago, but Eren's still playing that sentence on a loop in his head. She's gonna freak out when she sees you.

He walks alongside Frank down one of the streets, past a redundant furniture store that quirks his brows. He’s missed it here, and how unbelievably, shockingly awful it all looks when you’re not looking at picturesque photos of it online.

“I thought you’d know that Y/N’s my best friend,” Eren says thoughtfully. He pauses as Frank does as a car zooms past when they’re about to cross. “I mean, people know. The photos got leaked, all of them.”

“Hey, give me a break,” Frank says dramatically. “I only really became a super fan three months ago. I'm more into Levi, you know how it goes. And yeah, I figured it out eventually. Finally, I understood why so many people at this uni wanted photographs with her and to be her best friend…”

Eren frowns. “Is it bad? She doesn’t tell me this stuff on the phone. I mean, they go crazy online when she posts pictures and we interact, but I didn’t…”

Frank shakes his head and grins at Eren as the words die out in his mouth.

“Nah, don’t panic. It’s not that bad. If anything, she might get a kick out of the fame. Trust, there’s always gonna be the girls who hate her because she’s friends with you and that’s like, what, threatening to their fantasy? But she loves you a lot, and a friendship like yours…it’s kinda like family, you know?”

Eren feels his stomach flip, butterflies going haywire. These butterflies are bitter and relentlessly fast, his heart racing that extra bit quicker. He likes the sound of family. He doesn’t like the way Frank implies it, because if Eren is ever going to consider you as family, it won’t be as his sister.

You’ve never been his sister, even when you became part of his family growing up on special occasions, or even just on a daily basis when you came to visit. There were times his family called you their own, but you were never his sister. It was different than that; you both knew it but never dared acknowledge it.

Frank makes small talk until they make it to the student accomodation you currently live at, and because Frank knows basically everybody, a student comes to the gate to let them both in. They’re nice and tall, wearing an Aston Villa shirt that Eren remembers looks a lot like your dad’s back in the day. Might be the same kind, might be a vintage.

He smiles at him, because maybe this guy knows Eren, but then the guy just turns back into the common room and doesn’t come out again. Frank doesn’t live here - he lives in a flat of his own around the corner, but Frank might as well be a resident here. He lets himself in towards the lift and shoots a text to one of your flatmates.

“Apparently she’s in the shower,” Frank says casually. He locks his phone, taps his foot as the lift rises, “Let’s hope she doesn’t stride out completely stark naked as you’re in there.”

He almost blushes, “Ha, yeah.”

He declines to mention the times you two have showered together, the time you went skinny dipping together when you were seventeen. Those were things that might end up getting misunderstood, and those are his memories he’d like to keep a secret. He says nothing, nothing but a thank you when he enters your flat with Frank and takes a different turn to the left whereas Frank goes right, towards the kitchen.

Your room is at the very end, your name on the door in stickers from a set you got from the market, and from inside, he hears the music in the bathroom. The door opens silently and closes with the same volume, and Eren manages to wheel his suitcase to the end of the bed and plonks himself down.

As expected from pixels on the screen, your room looks better in person - white walls and a bed set that’s white and covered with little peonies. Above your desk, Eren recognises all your photos together, new polaroids of you and the friends you’ve made at university who Eren always felt kind of threatened by. He smiles to himself, and rests his head against the wall your bed is attached to. From here, he can see the bathroom door in the mirror on the opposite wall, but he knows you’ll only see his feet when you come out.

Speaking of which; the song playing in the bathroom ends suddenly and the shower water has stopped running. Eren hears the toilet flush and his heart starts to race.

Four months of falling asleep on Facetime and texting when there was no time left in the day, and now, here he is, on your bed, waiting for you to step out and… And, then what?

Maybe you wouldn't even want him here. Maybe you were happier now that Eren was travelling the world with his other friends and film crew while you were still here, in a new city with new friends and a new life. Maybe the memory of Eren was burdensome to you. Worse - maybe he was something you felt you had to remember but didn’t really want to.

Eren's always been scared of the rejection he might receive from you. He might be a dream for fans across the world, but there’s a split second where Eren feels like he might not be good enough for you. He’s the world to other people. But you deserve the whole galaxy, and he’s afraid that’s something that he might not ever be able to give you, even with all the money and the fame.

The bathroom door opens and in two seconds, the light is shut off and he hears you sigh.

“Jesus, Frank, you gotta stop letting yourself in here without telling me,” your voice says. “Good thing I’m semi-decent. Usually I’m not.”

“No fun,” Eren teases, and silence follows. There’s a pause, and Eren cocks his head, his left cheek on his shoulder, waiting for you to click and appear in front of him.

Suddenly, he hears small but quick thuds across the carpet and Eren feels his chest tighten with a nostalgic feeling when you come into view with wide eyes, damp hair and nothing but a bra and those stupid black worn leggings you refuse to throw out.

The grin that reaches Eren's eyes now aches as he laughs at you, at the way you gape at his presence. It takes a moment, a moment of what feels like could be the rejection that Eren absolutely fears, but then you smile so wide that Eren feels it in his stomach.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim loudly, bringing a hand to your mouth as you hurry towards the bed. It dips beneath your knees and Eren rises up to a more comfortable position. “What the fuck!”

He laughs out loud, and when Eren wastes zero time in bringing you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

“Careful, my hair’s all wet,” you squeak.

“Don’t care.”

He really doesn’t. There’s probably going to be a damp spot on his clothes after, but that’s okay. You groan loudly with happiness as you hug him in return as tightly as he is hugging you, your weight on his lap and your arms around his neck.

Eren smiles so wide, sighing with content into your neck. Here, he smells the marshmallow body wash on your skin, the fragrance of your hair that kind of reminds him of Cabbage Patch babies.

“You smell good,” he mutters. You laugh quietly, squirming when his nose sniffs across your neck like one would kiss. “I don’t.”

“You do, you always smell good,” you reply. One sniff, he laughs, “See!”

“Mmm,” he plays along, “the sweet smell of planes and trains and jet lag.”

That makes you laugh, and at the mention of jet lag, Eren realises he could probably fall asleep like this given the chance. He has missed this, missed you, so fucking much. The emotions are overwhelming. 

Eren kisses behind your earlobe, and then just underneath your jaw. That’s new. Eren was always a cheek-kiss kind of best friend, but never this.

You’re not complaining. Your head drops to one side, almost giving him more access to the space free, and he occupies it. Those fucking butterflies; Eren feels sick with nerves as he kisses you, under your chin and across your neck, on that spot on your collarbone you found out tickled after Seven Minutes in Heaven in Year 8.

Maybe your fingernails in his hair are a way of you telling him to stop - it’s something he can think about tonight if he can’t fall asleep, something he doesn’t care to think about when he kisses on your actual jawline, to your cheek and the corner of your mouth, your cupid’s bow.

He moves away with a blush that matches your own, but maybe you can’t see his in the colour of your fairy lights. He plays with the dazed confusion on your face as he moves the hair from across your face to around your ears, smiling and raising his eyebrows.

“Your hair is so fucking wet,” he sniggers boyishly.

“I told you,” you shrug. You shrink, relaxed, “Fuck, why are you here? I mean, I’m literally so happy, but… Are you gonna get in trouble for this?”

“I dunno,” he admits. “Maybe, probably. I mean…the guys know I’m here. Jean drove me to the airport with Armin.”

“That’s not what I mean, though.”

Eren sighs loudly. “Yeah, I know. Frank told me all about the girls.”

“Little fucker. Is he here? I’ll punch him for mentioning it to you. It’s honestly fine. It's only a few. Most are really nice!”

“You’re my best friend for life, it’s important to me that you’re not uncomfortable by--”

“I’m not,” you assure him, hands trapped in his hair. You frown and try to change the subject, “Damn, this got long. Didn’t look long over the phone.”

“I've been growing it out,” Eren replies. “Heard you fancied Keanu Reeves, couldn’t handle the competition.”

“Ha!” you retort. “Simp.”

“For you,” frowns Eren dramatically.

Conversation fizzles comfortably, to the point where you both forget that Eren's underneath you and your legs are wrapped like a koala around his middle.

The fact that this is normality for you both is ignored. You’ve done worse things together. Eren even knows that the bra you’re wearing now is one he bought for you, half as a joke, half not. That could be why Eren feels the way that he does, why the confusion wraps around his body and traps him.

Eren knows that the butterflies in his stomach don’t just appear because you’re his best friend he hasn’t seen in a while. He knows what they mean when they flutter when your name pops up when you’re calling him, when an interviewer tries to catch him out by bringing you up in another interview that you don’t need to be mentioned in.

Eren knows that coming here was worth the confusion, and the nerves, and the fact that this will be a headline when it gets out. EREN YEAGER GOES TO VISIT HIS BEST FRIEND…BUT ARE THEY MORE? Or worse, NETIZENS HAVE PROOF THAT A.O.T EREN IS DATING HIS BEST FRIEND Y/N…

He doesn’t want to hurt you. That’s why he feels scared. For you to be scandalised by an article online that caught him out in his feelings, he knew it wasn’t fair. Eren might be too afraid to say he’s in love, and too afraid to find out if you feel it too, if all those years of confused relations and flirtations meant anything, but he’d risk those feelings and the headlines if it meant being able to spend one more day with you.

Eren's got a week and a half with you. Something’s gotta give within this week. He doesn’t want to go back to filming with more regrets than he came here with, and so for now, he’ll just have to swallow those butterflies back down when they pour out of his mouth.

Right now, he can’t afford to be caught out. It has to be said on his own terms, when the timing is perfect. It has to be perfect, because it’s what you deserve. It has to be perfect, because if it isn’t, then Eren doesn’t think it will be worth it.

Losing you to a headline and a butterfly is out of the question. You hop off him and shrug on a jumper from out of your wardrobe. If you noticed his unease, then you didn’t mention it. He almost wants to cry, wants the confusion to go away for the night so he can enjoy being here.

Fuck.

For now, he thinks as he follows you with an arm around your shoulders out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen to meet the others, he’ll just have to fake it 'til he makes it. Just like always. Put on a face, put on a show, until it all feels worth the spillage. He can’t let the butterflies escape yet.

It has to be perfect, and until then, he’ll just have to be patient, even if it breaks his heart more by pretending.

[everythingseasoning]

Misunderstandings. 

AU - You’re in love with your best friend Eren Jaeger, but he seems to be interested in somebody else.

Tags: Pining. Friends to lovers. Fem bodied reader. For any skin, POC friendly <3

Warnings: Eventual smut. Minors DNI with pt. 2

Length: pretty short. this is pt. 1

“She looks nothing like me. 

So why do you look so happy?

I know now, if I tried to change, 

Somehow, you’d end up with her anyway.”

\opposite, Sabrina Carpenter\

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A whole city. Endless festivities, adventures, movies, people bustling about on a Friday night. But you stared out the window alone. 

Tears slipped down your face as you buried your face into your sweater, the sleeves damp from all the tears you’d already cried. It still smelled like him. You felt like a mess. You felt ugly. You sniffed again, stretching your jaw to see just how puffy your face was. 

Your phone buzzed: You checked it, feeling your skin crawl when you saw his name on the bright white screen. 

Eren <3: Y/n, why aren’t you answering me?

A few hours ago:

It was Friday night and he’d bailed on you, on your plans. Eren said he was feeling ill. So imagine your surprise when you saw him at the mall with another girl that same night. She looked nothing like you, from her hair, to her skin, to her eyes. She was giggling as he held her waist.

And there you were, standing with two reusable bags hanging off your arms, filled with items for him, staring into a picture of a beautiful couple— a picture that you didn’t belong in. 

You were at the mall, buying him silly hair clips so you could pin them on his gorgeous brown hair, before helping him with his skincare. You’d planned to go over to Eren’s place that night. Eren always slacked on his skincare whenever he was sick. And you were about to hurry back to your car, which had fresh produce in the driver’s seat. You were worrying about the food spoiling before you could cook tonight, for him. …But then you saw them, and it wasn’t a trick, it was undeniable: Eren cupped her face and you felt your heart drop. Green jealousy exploded in your body, betrayal and shock coursing through your veins. You wanted to run away. You wanted to scream. You wanted to disappear. Eren pressed his lips to hers, his hands above her butt, pulling her flush against his body. You turned and walked away, tears already hitting the ground. 

… 

Your phone buzzed again. 

Eren <3: Y/n?

You: Why didn’t you just tell me the truth.

Eren <3: WHAT How did you end up at the same mall that I went to? There’s like a dozen in this city.

Eren: Hello?

Eren: are you mad?

Eren: I didn’t mean to lie, Y/n. It’s just that Isabella asked me out, and I knew you’d be mad if I canceled plans to hang out with somebody else… You know you’re my best friend.

You didn’t know what was worse. The fact that Eren had totally missed the apology mark, or that he’d thought you’d be like an understanding wingman for him. 

You muffled a scream, feeling totally helpless, totally jealous, totally hurt. 

You: I can’t be friends with you anymore, I’m sorry. I just need to be away from you. You haven’t realized how much you’ve hurt me, for months now. So this is goodbye.

Eren: …What??

You: Please just leave me alone. Don’t try to reach me, in any way. Congrats on your date. 

Eren: Y/n, what are you talking about?! 

Eren: I called you, answer the next time I call

Eren: Y/n… come on. I’m coming over.

You: Eren, don’t. 

Eren: Too bad. My best friend is upset. I’m gonna be there for her.

Your heart ripped even further. You didn’t think it was possible for it to hurt even more, but now you knew: Eren would only ever see you as a best friend. 

You: I said leave me alone. If you show up, I won’t answer. I’ll call security.

You finally clicked out of his contact, his name changed to its rightful title.

Dumbass: Are you being serious right now??

You: I’m leaving now. Leave me alone. Please.

You deleted his contact. You went around your house and grabbed all of Eren’s belongings: his spare toothbrush, his scrunchie, his stuffed teddy bear. You threw it all in a bag. 

It was time to get over the love of your life. 

— 3 months later —

“Jean. I think I’m in love with her.”

“So that’s why you haven’t fucked anybody in months,” Jean replied, swirling cream into his coffee. 

“These have been the hardest months of my life, without her.” Eren groaned. His hair was down, and he wore sweats in the campus cafe. He was a hot mess.

“Dude, she was your best friend, what happened?” 

“I… I don’t even know. She just said I was hurting her? For months? And that she couldn’t do it anymore… I fucked up, Jean. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and kind. I miss her so bad.”

— Pt. 1 End, cause I need to fucking sleep —

AN: yo this is rushed as fuck. 

It’s not thought out. It’s unlike my usual work, and tbh I don’t like it. 

But like. Hope you enjoyed?! 

Pt. 2 comes out if y’all want it. You can just comment if you want a pt. 2 :)

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[angelbwrry]

since you want requests!!! Connie’s a fucking hoe, always cheating/ got bitches in his phone. But when y/n do something she gets fucked UPP😩

figures. connie s. 2k.

cw𐙚 cheating, fingering, choking, dirty-talk, squirting, multiple orgasms . . . connie springer is a fucking asshole and you’re stupid. minors shoo!

everyone referred to connie springer as the college campus ‘playboy’. even connie welcomed this label openly and confidently. he wrapped before he tapped, and that was all that mattered. he wasn’t ashamed that he liked to mess around, no harm no foul in his eyes.

the college buzzed with gossip when he’d revealed he had a girlfriend.people thought you were an airhead for dating someone of his status,little did you realize they’d been right.

you’d transferred colleges mid-semester because you found your original one lacked basic principles and adequacy. not to mention the professors seemed to resent their jobs and took it out on the students.

on your first day at the new college, you were completely lost. the campus was enormous, easily twice the size of your old one, with room to spare. despite receiving a layout of the school, you continued to get confused and turned around. your frustration had grew as your social anxiety spiked.

a man came up to help you, surprising you. you couldn’t deny how cute he was—with his athletic build, short sandy buzzcut, pretty smile, and the most enchanting eyes you'd ever seen. they were hazel, a mixture of green and brown speckled with gold.

“you seem a little lost,you must be new?” connie questioned, a warm smile on his face. he’d stood so close that his cologne had been practically smothering.

you’d laughed softly,shifting your book-bag on your shoulder.

“that obvious,huh?"

connie had nudged you playfully with an inked arm and quipped, "just don't see pretty girls like you around here often.”

you had felt your face burn at the compliment, looking down sheepishly at your white-painted toes.

“i’m connie by the way”

you smiled,”y/n”

you wish you could rewind time to this exact moment and warn yourself to run away from connie springer as fast as you can. he had a way of making you feel important, but underneath it all, he was nothing more than a sex addict narcissist.

he’d decided to take the opportunity to talk to you when he saw you standing there with a quizzical look on your face. up close, you were even more beautiful with your curls that smelled like coconut swaying in the wind, smooth skin, two-tone plump lips lined in brown covered by a glossy top coat, soft eyelashes that shaped your eyes beautifully.

connie never intended to date you, but the more he spent time with you, the more his feelings grew. maybe it was the way your nose scrunched when you focused or your laugh that always made him smile. or perhaps it was your radiant smile that could light up a whole room.

after six months of talking and meeting almost daily, connie asked you to be his girlfriend. you said yes without hesitation, which later became your greatest regret.

the first time you realized connie was cheating on you, you’d slapped him right across his stupid fucking face with your ring, leaving blood dripping down his cheek.

“you think you’re slick? unlock the phone cause settings isn’t texting you at three am!” you seethed,you were in your bonnet and robe. you’d been laid up with connie in your dorm when his phone kept vibrating,and to your surprise he had the contact saved under ‘settings’.

the fiery look in your eyes terrified connie who had never been hit by a woman. he unlocked the phone and sat on the bed, simultaneously pulling his shirt over his toned frame.

you laughed and warned, “yeah, you better put your clothes on because you're about to get your dumb ass out of here.”

you looked through his phone and discovered his conversations with numerous girls that he had been hiding from you. he assured you that he hadn’t met with any of them, but you found it hard to trust his words. the sting of betrayal hit you deeply, and you cried into your pillow all night.

the initial three days following the breakup were extremely hard, and crying every ten minutes made it impossible for you to go to classes. missing connie amplified your agony.

connie, naturally, felt awful about hurting you. he tried to find you during his breaks between classes but kept missing you, assuming you were avoiding him. every glance at his scar in the mirror reminded him of his mistake.

you had already eaten half a box of snickers ice cream when your phone pinged.

it was connie.

you blocked his number, but he continued to text you from burner numbers, pestering you until you unblocked him. you foolishly chose to talk to him in his car and found yourself wedged between the headrest and the backseat while connie had rough sex with you.whispering sweet nothings and apologizing. with cunning precision, he prodded into your g-spot with that devil of his while asking you to take him back.

lost in the moment, you nodded your approval with a whiny ‘okay’

despite everything, connie continued to cheat consistently. whenever you saw incriminating messages on his phone or caught him flirting, you'd leave him. he’d then flood your phone with calls until you agreed to meet him, where he would persuade you to take him back.

it was an endless cycle that you couldn't escape. even though you wanted to leave connie and never look back, your love for him remained strong, and he knew it. your friends called you a fool, and they were right—you felt incredibly foolish staying with a man who had proven unfaithful time and time again.

one night during a girls' get-together, sasha, one of your best friends, said, 'treat him the way he treats you. seriously, men cannot handle a taste of their own medicine!” she threw you a knowing look while munching on a handful of Skittles.

“connie’s ego is so damn big y/n.how do you tolerate him? it’s almost suffocating," annie,your other friend budged in.

“yeah,tell me about it,” you responded with a scoff.

three weeks have passed since your last conversation with connie, and you find yourself lying in bed reflecting on sasha's words from the sleepover.

you never imagined conjuring up plans to cheat on your partner, never envisioned dropping to connie's level. an idea suddenly struck you—to send connie a text 'accidentally' inviting another boy over.

you wanna come over eren? me and connie are fighting right now, i could use some dick

eren jaeger was a boy from your english classes, you two had went on a date.you really liked him but you were still in love with connie, so not wanting to lead him on you broke things off after a month.

eren had grew furious as he struggled to comprehend why you kept allowing yourself to get hurt. you two had gotten into an heated argument and you’d stormed out of his car, never to talk to him again.

you pushed eren from your mind. it felt incredible to come at connie like this as you typed out your message. you were pretty sure he was balls deep in some other girl, so you didn’t expect your phone to buzz right away after sending it.

you couldn't deny that it was exciting to provoke connie like that, it felt good giving him a taste of his own medicine. to your surprise, twenty minutes later, he was standing outside, hammering on the door.

you considered opening it as your anxiety grew as you feared he might yank it off its hinges. his constant calls aggravated you and all this while he stood on the other side of the door.

you’d forgotten to turn your ringer off and he could hear the default iphone ringtones as he spammed your phone.

“y/n open this door. i know you're in there,you’re being mad childish.” connie yelled,irritation evident in his tone.

you could barely believe his nerve for calling you childish, which made you scoff aloud.anger now pulsing through you, you yanked open the door ready to retaliate in words but were silenced when his lips collided forcefully with yours.

his kiss was so intense it left your lips feeling immediately tender; unable to control yourself, a whimpered sound left through your lips. his hand wrapped around your throat, other closing the door shut.

with connie's tight grip on you, one hand tangled in your hair and the other wrapped around your neck, you two walked backwards to your bed.

he had a look in his eyes you'd never seen before, and you felt a hungry tingling sensation in your clit for him.

you realized in that moment you were just as toxic as connie. here he was was choking you up, making you wet; his hands spreading your legs and moving your panties aside.

as he slid a finger into your wetness, you let out a pathetic moan.

"are you planning to sleep with jaeger behind my back?" he whispered sinisterly, and you stayed silent. you weren’t about to reveal that it was just a ruse, because his cheating ass deserved to feel exactly what you felt. because he’d make you feel like that for half a year.

“oh now you ain’t got nun to say? watch how i fuck this confession outta you.” connie muttered,his hands cupping your thighs and placing you on the bed.

connie fucked you relentlessly that night, pounding into you with unbelievable speed. you couldn't keep track of how many times you climaxed and squirted, and despite your soreness, connie kept going without concern.

he choked, spanked, and demanded you to take all of him.

all you could was lay there and take it, he’d fucked your mouth,your ass, and now he was back in your quivering pussy.your voice was hoarse from moaning all night and all you could do was whimper and whine as he stroked your pussy.

you couldn't stand the way connie knew your body so well; with one touch, you would become immediately wet. he was aware of every position that made you orgasm fast,aware that if he licked your nipples you’d squirt, and even though you weren’t keen on anal, he made it enjoyable for you.

"whose pussy is this?" connie panted as he drove into you, his thumb tucked in your tight asshole.

"y-yours, connie," you moaned out in joy, tears streaming down your face as the sound of slaps filled the room. your eyes shut tightly, biting back a cry as connie employed a deep thrust.

"am i the only one who can fuck you like this?" he asked, scalp stinging as he forced your head back by your hair.

"yes,” you whimpered.

“good, don’t forget that mamas.”

y/n girllll…you weak in the knees.STAND UP.

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[gojowifie]

Disclaimer: THIS is a personal opinion of mine so attack me all you want, I’m just going to block you anyways so try it 😏

So like yesterday I was talking to a friend about the current state of fanfics online and we fell down a rabbit hole that basically led to one conclusion: YALL HAVE PORN ADDICTIONS!!! Now woah, woah hold your horses before you point your pitchforks at me, hear me out. Reading smut every single day isn’t normal, like I’m so sorry to be the one to tell yall this but it’s not normal, like I don’t know. It’s the same way with watching porn every single day, it’s not normal. People tend to think it’s okay because they’re reading it, but that doesn’t make it any better. I know some of yall get off to it and look that’s okay but like when it becomes a daily thing…. I don’t know…. Me personally I don’t get off to smut, I mean I appreciate a smut here and there specifically with an actual plot in the fanfic, but yeah I’m not getting off to it everyday or at all for that matter.

He put his cock in her, he slammed into her, he spat in her mouth, blah, blah, blah it’s all the same thinggg. Even when they like change the au into an office setting, college setting or whatever, it’s still SOO BORINGGG. Some people don’t even do that they just jump right to the sex like damn girl, what happened to hello? How are you?

Now am I shaming you all for liking smut….no, but I am pointing out the fact that many of you potentially probably have porn addictions. Now do I care that many of you may have porn addictions ehh, no but at the same time yeah because I wish yall would write something else other than Gojo, Geto, Eren, Nanami, Toji or whoever the fuck dicking Y/n down on a random ass Saturday night. I really do miss the golden era of fanfics back when Wattpad didn’t have ads. We used to be so great…..💔

Also I’m just salty I can’t find fanfics that I like, woe is me

[maddie-jayne]

cheating is a different kind of heartbreak, which hurts me more than anything else. like after reading, i can jump out of the window if i lose my mind enough.

[0asisbliss]

Kisses down the lower of your back begging you not to leave. “Baby. You don’t want this I know you don’t.”

You tugged away at his touch wanting to get away from him, but a part him wanted you more than anything.

“C’mere baby. I know what you want.” He had a low whine to his voice. The neediness almost making you run towards him. As you think about what you could do as he starts to walk towards you. He finally captures you in a little hug. Burying his head in your chest. Getting on his knees to look up at you.

“I’ll do whatever you wish of me. Just stay for a little while longer will you hm?”

Fuck. Why is he doing this and know this is exactly what you want, this is exactly your weakness. He brings your body closer to his, and in silence he lays his head on your abdomen. He lifts your shirt up just a bit and kisses your lower stomach. While you’re just watching everything unfold you stand there. He gives slow pampering kisses to your lower stomach leaving little love bites, and hickies. He then gets up and carries you towards your shared bedroom.

“If you really did want me to leave you alone you would’ve stopped me wouldn’t you my love?

GOJO, Geto, Yuuji, Yuuta, CHOSO, (JJK) Baki, (BAKI) Cosmo, (KA) Chrollo, Shalnark, Phinks, Nobunaga, Kurapika, Leorio, (HXH) Eren, Reiner, ARMIN, (AOT) Dazai, Ranpo, Chuuya, (BSD) LOKI, Buddha, Anubis, (SNV) Tanjiro, Zenitsu, RENGOKU, (DS) or any of your favs.

[jeanbie]

EVERYTHING LOOKS DIFFERENT (NOW THAT I SEE YOU) ★ masterlist.

pairing: eren x reader

genre: royalty au, fantasy au | wc: 3.3k

⏤ To be betrothed to Eren is not only a great business advantage for your families, but a great honour for yourself. To be betrothed to Eren, and one day bound to him, would be your greatest glory.

On Prince Zeke's birthday, it snows.

The first snowfall of the year, after a long haul of barren landscapes and dropping blossoms; Eren feels like he’s been waiting forever for the snow to fall. Standing on the inside looking out, Eren rests his hands on the cool stone of his bay window, stretching his body to peer out onto the courtyard of his keep. A thin layer of white lies peacefully over the once green grass outside by the cherry blossom trees, castle turrets stretching up into a grey sky littered with tiny flakes. He inhales the smell of the snowfall, the fresh smell that tickles his nose as he catches the scent.

Today is the day, he thinks, pushing himself back flat onto his feet and retreating towards his wardrobe, the solo door in the wall that opened out into a spare room converted for his luxury. Today is the day he will officially court you, and it has to be perfect.

His advisor had laid out his clothes for him, on a small square shaped stool that sits next to one of the cabinets in Eren’s closet. He sees the set and smiles- perfect. Everything is perfect, including the day that follows him after he dresses, helped by his close servants who attach his armour and uniform, balancing a crown like thorns and barbed wire on top of his head. 

You weren’t to be expected until the late afternoon, when the L/N’s would cross the Border from the Badlands into the North, towards Ravens’ Keep where he and his family lived and looked over the lands. Beyond the Badlands were the other Kingdoms of Marley, including your own; Three Streams, a traditional Kingdom with rivers winding through the towns, a much prettier sight to see than the cobble that ran around his own. Eren hoped that, given that his courtship to you went smoothly enough, he could one day visit and see the people that a marriage would inherit.

Late afternoon rolls around speedily, time passing in blinks and gasps, unreal speeds. Eren almost feels unprepared when the raven brings news of a crossing at the border, a royal carriage pulling through with an assembly and audience. His hands are clammy as he waits, pacing the royal hall out of anxiousness and anticipation, excitement at seeing you after so long. It had only been a few months, less than two. Enough for Eren to miss you, and the way you smiled shyly at him after the news of your betrothal. 

Although nobody had known otherwise, Eren was happy that you were no longer betrothed to his brother. If it hadn’t been for the princess from Hizuru making an appearance at that same ball, he might have never got the chance to be with you. The thought sickens him. The thought of you with anybody but himself…he thought about it less and less as each day passed.

When you step down from the royal carriage, two hours later, when the moon says the time is past the hour of eight, Eren feels his heart in his throat. The sight of your feet covered in an elegant black heel, followed by a gown that drags across the freshly swept floor, makes Eren’s body shake out of nervousness. And it’s not in the Prince to get nervous easily. But, naturally, this occasion is made an exception.

“Lord and Lady L/N.” 

His own mother steps from her place above Eren on the steps rising into their keep, out of protocol, and her hands reach for your own mothers. The two women embrace, old friends, and her gaze lands on you, sheepish behind your brother’s broad shoulders. “And, our wonderful Y/N. You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you, your Grace,” you reply, meekly. She smiles tightly and turns away, out of politeness to invite you all inside, and then you look at Eren. The way he looks at you is the way you look at him, and the sight invites you in with one deep breath.

He is beyond words. Eren is beauty, the representation of hidden gorgeousness in the North, like the tales once said. The way he stands with his hands tucked in front of him, his thumbs nervously fighting as he bites his bottom lip has your breath pulled inwards. Regal in appearance, he wears his house colours and sigil sewn onto his breast, dark red and silver colours dappled with ebony covering his torso and legs, his sword slotted into the sheath shining as it catches the shine of your necklace, dipped into cleavage. He is too beautiful for his own good, a catch and a sight to behold. To be betrothed to Eren is not only a great business advantage for your families, but a great honour for yourself. To be betrothed to Eren, and one day bound to him, would be your greatest glory.

“My Lady,” Eren calls, bowing his head and body as you take small steps towards him. Your heels clip, like tiny horse hooves echoing in the silent snowfall, and Eren raises his gaze with a shy smile that you almost miss.

“My Lord,” you reply, following his gesture. When your gaze lifts to find his eyes, you see his hand reaching out for you, slender fingers outstretched like ornaments, like the branches on the sacred Tree of Tales outside Ravens’ Keep’s walls. 

When your hand slots into his own, you feel that he is cold; yet a warmth spreads across your body, a connection of electricity that has his hand tightening around yours, a promise of protection and his entire attention for the evening. You remembered from the last time that Prince Eren was not a man of many words, his feelings and thoughts poured into physicalities that you had learned to translate.

The dinner that follows is, as expected to be, a success; the banquet is delivered within appropriate time and you eat quietly, speaking when spoken to, your gaze catching Eren’s across the table when nobody was looking. With Eren, while you are both expected to fulfil the promise of betrothal, there is also an expected level of professionalism and purity that you must keep. But looking into Eren’s eyes when you’re supposed to be looking at something else feels like victorious rebellion, like the feeling of adrenaline after breaking the rules. The deep look of longing in his eyes, the love on his cheeks, a pink hue that you almost don’t see in the candlelight.

Eren is so beautiful.

“There will be fireworks.” After spending far too long getting lost in Eren’s silent smiles and eyebrow quirks, you finally return to the adult conversations at the heads of the table. The Queen Mother, Eren’s mother, presses her chin into her palms as she discusses the traditions of royal birthday’s within this Kingdom, the ceremony that is planned for the hour of nine for Prince Zeke. “I would ask that you attend the ceremony, as future in laws and as current allies to our Kingdom.”

“There would be no greater honour,” comes the honest reply of your father.

Following a trail of burning orange lanterns that glow in the moonlight, the ceremony for Prince Zeke takes place in the royal gardens. It’s rustic and medieval, with high stone walls covered in snow and hanging lights from the trees. A free slot occupies the center of the space cleared for the ceremony, with bowls of ice and white blossom, the drinks required for the transitioning of age. The two royal families cross the length of the smaller courtyard within the main walls of the keep, and by the time they each reach the long staircase down into the gardens, a sudden hand tugging on your own makes you pause and take steps backwards, away from your family and Eren’s.

You turn suddenly, bewildered that somebody might try and stop you from attending the ceremony of Prince Zeke - yet, the sight of Eren’s own bashful and mischievous face surprises you, and he tugs you further away from the stairs, behind one of the artistically trimmed hedges that is covered in tiny blue berries.

“My Lord?” you question quietly and curiously, and Eren just continues to smile. His one hand that is wrapped around yours stays there, affectionately placed, meanwhile the other reaches for your cheek and pulls one of the loose long curls of hair away from your skin. The act leaves you breathless. Prince Eren is not allowed to touch you outside of public eye until marriage. This is forbidden.

But, he does it anyway. His personal guard who is assigned to him at all times watches from the staircase, and then he slowly moves out of view of the royal family and steps closer to the pair of you.

“Don’t worry,” Eren reassures you. You notice, now that you’re alone, that Eren’s formalities have dropped. He sounds more normal than you have ever heard him. This stolen intimacy makes your heart race, the feeling of butterfly wings against the inside of your stomach.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, cocking your head to the side with piqued interest. “If my family notice that I am missing, or worse, yours-!”

“I will tell them the truth, that I stole you away for myself to get a better view,” Eren replies, and now, the smile is so natural that when it drops, you miss it right away. “Lady L/N, my Y/N, I would like to offer you the best view in the kingdom for tonight’s ceremony. Would you do me the honour of joining me?”

“I would love that,” you reply, beaming in reply. 

The hand rested on your cheek tucks the hair behind your ear and his hand lingers there, gently stroking before falling. Perhaps he realised how intimate this really was, private conversations behind shrubbery in the knowledge of Eren’s closest friend and trusted accomplice, his guard, Hannes.

Either way, Eren leads you by the hand and the heart towards a hidden stone staircase that sticks out of the wall, and with careful steps and a tight grasp of your hand, Eren helps you up. The daunting trip is also closely followed by Hannes, always one step behind, in case you should fall. You thankfully don’t, and the risk of danger is worth it by the time you reach the top, to where Eren has prepared for you both to sit.

This is a rooftop, near one of the pointed turret roofs of one of the towers to decorate his keep. Hannes stands near the staircase, respecting a well needed privacy between two betrothed and Eren pats a space next to him on the cool stone. Out of care, he wipes the stone clean with his hand, removing the thin layer of snow that once covered it and like dust, it falls from the sky to the floor below. Apprehensive, you slowly drop to sit next to him, copying his position of legs hanging over the small wall, heels staring down at the drop.

The view is worth it. From where you are sitting, the view of Ravens’ Keep is breathtaking. You can see for miles, gazing at the snow haze hanging over the Kingdom and the buildings whose lights shine through glassless windows, glowing like fireflies in the night. It’s like a painting, colours paid close attention to and the smell of citrus and snowfall, faint aromas of bread from the bakery near the keep. Eren observes your reactions to this freeing feeling of being on top of the world, and his chest tightens when you smile widely, a gasp leaving your mouth with a whip of air.

“It’s gorgeous,” you comment. Eren doesn’t look away.

“It is.”

Out the corner of your eye, you see his eyes on you. “I mean the view.”

“So do I,” he replies, and then you face him with raised eyebrows, a scandalised expression on your face. “What?” He laughs, “did I lie?”

“Sh,” you quip, and he laughs again. 

This he prefers, much more than the forced formalities of being royal. Eren likes it best when you’re you, the candid natural beauty unmissable. It’s the same thing he desired when he first saw you that day with your handmaid, the normal and informal squabbling he thought of as more endearing than insensitive, something he wished he could do with you somebody. It’s the same thing Eren likes most about you, the same thing he wants to see you do more.

He closes these thoughts as he looks away, staring at the glowing lights of the ceremony and the sight of the Kingdom that might one day be his. While his brother is now betrothed to marry the Princess of Hizuru, his fate as King of Ravens’ Keep remains uncertain. He might even move to the capitol when the war is over, and rule the entire country. That would leave Ravens’ Keep to Eren, and by extension, to you, and your future family. That thought makes him wriggle with nervousness.

“I think it’s starting soon,” Eren says suddenly. He sees a flame flicker, like they’re getting ready to release the lanterns. They do this every year for their birthdays; the people of his Kingdom will light silver and orange lanterns and release them to the sky, a rising parade of glowing lights to celebrate the birth and age of the princes, soon to be Kings, of the North. “I remember this from last year.”

“Oh?” You sit up, arching to peek at the courtyard. “I can’t see anything.”

“You will,” promises Eren. When you look at him, he grins and grabs your hand again, “You’ll love it, I promise.”

“I’m excited,” you confess shyly. “Everybody’s told me a lot about the ceremony for your birthdays.”

“Yeah?” Eren replies with a light laugh. “Have any of your memories come back, by the way? I know the last time we met, things were still unclear.”

“They still are,” you admit honestly, “but things are getting easier. I’m finally back to where I think I was before. It’s definitely less confusing.”

Eren laughs genuinely. “That’s good to know. I thought the idea of betrothed marriage disgusted you.”

“No, never,” you insist, shaking your head. “It was…a surprise, yes. But, it’s not so bad.”

The prince smirks playfully, “no?”

“No,” you tease. “I think it’s going to work out fine for me.”

You have no idea, but the sound of that fills Eren’s chest with joy, something so warm and tight and good that he almost wants to cry. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the lights engulf the courtyard, lanterns being prepared. He wonders if they’ve noticed neither of you are there, or if they care- maybe they know their son well enough to understand what he’s done, where he’s taken you and what he’s about to do. Just before the first royal lantern is lit and lifted to the endless skies of ebony, clustered by blinking stars, Eren’s fingers trace patterns on your skin and you pause, looking at him.

“My Y/N,” he starts, his voice unusually quiet and nervous. You try to meet his eyes but he ducks away.

“Yes?” you encourage, but he says nothing. You grasp his hand tighter, “Eren?”

“It is expected of me to like you,” he begins, and those starting words make you shudder cold, “and I’m sorry if this is…I don’t know…forward of me.” He sighs, gasping courage: “But I like you. So much.”

Your world pauses.

“And it would mean everything and more to me,” he continues with a deep and worried voice, “if you would take my hand. In courtship.”

When you say nothing, Eren fears that perhaps you might not understand. He swallows the lump in his throat: “Um, Hannes told me it’s also been called dating. We date. Like…a less intimate version of marriage, I think. Um-”

“I know what courting is,” you nod, unintentionally interrupting and his mouth opens to an ‘o’. He says nothing, feeling slightly embarrassed as time passes. His gut wrenches, he wants to cry and run away. But before he can do this, and before he can regret it, Eren feels your body warmth closer to his and his eyes focus, watching as you gently lean forward and kiss his lips.

It is so gentle, and so fleeting, and missed greatly when you pull away. Eren blinks, dazed, and as the lanterns in the courtyard are gently raised one by one in celebration of Zeke’s birthday, Eren leans himself forward as you join to kiss you again, one hand on his lap and the other cupping the side of your head, fingers in your hair, head in the clouds.

The sky is glittering and glowing with silver and orange, the sound of church bells and cheers in the Kingdom rising in the sky as they set off into the darkness. It is so beautiful, and peaceful as the colours engulf the sky, surrounded by the snow that falls lightly like a kiss, and in between each kiss comes the glimpse of silver from a lantern, the burst of life from fireworks that somebody is setting off deeper in the Kingdom. The colours are royal and gorgeous, reds and blues and whites and a bright gold, lost and missed between kisses as he closes his eyes, and yours, too.

Intimacy is sacred, something reserved for marriage, but after tonight, there is no way Eren can resist the urge and need to be with you. You fill a space in Eren that had otherwise been left empty and exposed, like a lost and found puzzle piece that completes the set. Eventually one hand on your head becomes two, and confidence inside Eren is ripped through when your hands grasp his wrists, bringing him closer, the need and lust and yearning for one another so absolute and passionate that even Hannes, who is still by the stairs, can feel the love. When Eren finally realises he is being selfish, stealing your sight of the highly regarded birthday celebration, he pulls away and rests his forehead against your own, catching his breath.

He could shy away when he opens his eyes and sees your own looking right back at him, but he does not. Instead he smiles, so brightly that he resembles the life in the sky, and my Gods, he is so breathtaking, so divine and regal and beautiful that it hurts. The truth now is that meeting Eren had been one of the biggest mysteries and accidents of your life, whilst also being the absolute completion of it. The sight of lanterns fills your eyes like a painting and Eren notices that Hannes is shuffling towards him, a lantern that he had fetched whilst you were otherwise occupied being thrust into his hands.

“Y/N,” Eren calls quickly, and you catch sight of the lantern in his hands and smile widely.

Down below, from the courtyard dazzled with lights in the sky, Lady Yeager turns in awe at the sight, in circles staring at the sky. She pauses on her second rotation, her eyes piercing to gaze at the turret near Eren’s bedroom; the sight of a lone silver lantern rising to the sky makes her heart burst with something new, something tight and relieving and warm. Everybody had noticed Eren’s absence, along with your own, and it wasn’t hard to put together the pieces.

She smiles, knowing better. Oh, to be young and in love.

[co-psycho]

Jean Kirstein Twitter links ;)

a/n: new story coming soon. Don’t forget to leave requests!!! Enjoy

Jean overstimulating you

Jean touching himself while eating you out

Jean teasing you

Oral sex in the shower

Squirting on his cock

Pussy drunk Jean

Reverse cowgirl

Reader is cock drunk

Jean obsessing over your body

Reader fucking Jean on his couch

Size kink

Jean breeding you

Jean breeding you pt.2

Passionate sex 🫣

Nipple play

Rubbing your cl!t while fucking you

Fingering you while you squirm

[s1ckh1mb0]

Eren is a geek lover. He absolutely is enamored with you. Watching your lips with every word you spoke. The way you got excited telling him about every single new detail of the things you got interested in. Eren worked hard as a famous rnb singer, long days in the studio trying to perfect his songs. Then having to perform when he literally had the WORST anxiety known to man. It always felt like someone needed him and was on his ass about something.

But he did it all for you. For moment like this were he could come home and listen to you tell him. About the things you’ve watched in your huge list of video essays that you had in a playlist on YouTube. How you lit up telling him different facts from how the dating game killer had a coworker that also happened to be a serial killer and he didn’t know to the conspiracy theory of the 27 club, no matter what you said it always made you so happy and seeing you all giddy and stimming while you talked to him made him so content with his life.

…and his dick very hard

“I know cotards syndrome, Koro, Diogenes, fregoli, hypochondria, pica, capgras, boanthropy, apotenmophilia, kulver bulcy, ekbom, erotomania, Stendhal. Pics is like one of the more well known. You know that show my strange addiction that we watch together? Yeah so like those people who eat the random shit like the lady who ate rocks- omg that reminds me!”

Erens ass was not listening one bit. He was watching you, watching your body. You guys had been apart for a little over a month so could do a very short tour in another country and he was sick as fuck that he couldn’t bring you. Everyone knew it too. His attitude fucking sucked that trip. He was antsy, his anxiety was through the roof, he snapped at everyone, overall he fucking hated it. But now, sitting here with you he finally felt at peace.

You were sitting on his lap, yapping his ear off. His eyes couldn’t help but wander to your legs which lead him to notice you were wearing his boxers. The way your thick thighs filled them out compared to his own, he couldn’t resist grabbing them. Grabbing them led to groping them, which lead to him sneaking his hands under the boxer. This caught you off guard and stopped your sudden rant with a small gasp. He chuckled and slipped two fingers in his mouth covering them in his saliva before slipping them back under the boxers.

“Cmon baby, keeping telling me about the little videos.”

He had to have been joking. No way was he just gonna pretend he wasn’t teasing you. Like his finger wasn’t circling around your aching hole.

“Go on I’m waiting baby. Keeping telling me bout what you learned.”

As much as you wanted to roll your eyes you knew it would get you no where. This wasn’t a new thing, eren was always so needy. It was always worse after a tour. Even if it had only been a relatively short one.

“Okay well like I was saying, erotomania is something that a lot of celebrity stalkers have. Especially kpop ones. It’s when someone genuinely believes they’re in a relationship with a celebrity. Remember that girl that literally would follow you to the airport? That crazy bitch probably had it.”

Eren couldn’t help but bite his lip as he listened to you go on. God you looked so fucking good. Your hair looked so good. He was so glad he got you your own personal stylist so you never had to worry about needing to go to a shop or someone else’s house. You smelled so good too. That vanilla body oil you used was just fucking irresistible. He didn’t know whether he liked that one or the strawberry poundcake one more. Either way it only made him want you more.

He slowly slid a finger inside you, watching your face contort as you tried to keep your composure. A deep chuckle erupted from his throat. He missed seeing your face. Facetime wasn’t enough. Having to sneak off to the bathroom to jerk off to pictures and homemade pornos wasn’t enough for him. He needed to see you. To feel you. He slid his free hand up your shirt, groping your chest as he thrusted finger in out and of you.

“R-ren, fuck. Cmon baby, how am i supposed to talk while you’re doing this.”

Your whines only made eren smile as he thrusted a second finger inside you. He watched you as you threw your head back while crying out. He was enjoying every second of teasing you. You were so impatient and he knew it. That’s why he catered to every need you had. You hated having to wait and tended to be bratty when you did. So he made everything about you. Whatever you wanted you had. But this time he needed to be selfish. He wanted to watch you come undone first. And that’s exactly what we’re doing.

Your tight grip on his shoulders told him everything. Your nails were digging deep into his skin as you pushed back against his fingers. You didn’t want to admit it but you missed Ren so much. Your fingers and toys didn’t compare to what he could do. How he could prolong your orgasm by teasing you. He could feel you leaking all over his thigh, his boxers now all sticky along with his thigh. He slowly slid his fingers out of you causing you whine.

He didn’t feel bad at all. It was about him this time. He gripped your hips dragging you along his thigh, making it even more of a mess. You hid your face out of embarrassment. It was too much at how he could make you a whiny mess. No other man could do this to you but him.

You couldn’t help the small noises that fell past your lips as you grinded against his thigh. Eren shivered feeling your warm breath against the side of his neck. The way you tugged at his hair he knew you were close. He could read your body like a damn book.

“Cmon baby, almost there. Let me see you.”

“F-fuck ren, I cant.”

Eren wasn’t having that at all. You couldn’t what? You were gonna disobey him? No chance in hell. He gripped your jaw forcing you to look at him

“You telling me no baby? I could have sworn I said I wanted to see your face. I’ve been gone for a long time and you think your whining is gonna stop me?”

You loved moment like this when Eren suddenly got serious. He was…well he was very off Standish which came off to mean as others. But he babied you. The moment you told him no thought after he told you to do something? It was like a switch flipped in him. His tight grip on your face was only turning you on more which made you rut against his leg faster.

“You’re gonna be good aren’t you baby? Gonna cum for me like a good little whore?”

You eagerly nodded as you bit your lip. You could only cry out his name as you came all over his thigh, making a mess in his boxers. Eren kept his grip on your face to make sure you maintained eye contact the entire time. A smirk creeping on his face as you came.

“There you go baby, let’s go get you cleaned up..”

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@merakidoll Eren fic just like I promised🫶🏽

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Based of a conversation with my boyfriend where I literally was going on about mental illness during my rant about the many video essays I watch

[jjkprncss]

FEEL SO GOOD - LEVI ACKERMAN

TW: PRAISE, SEX, ROUGH (ISH)

A/N: another quick lil post bc sb said I don't post enough aot stuff:p

820 pm, Santa Monica CA

"look at me when you bounce on it yn … just like that" he chuckled deeply as his hand held your jaw tightly, forcing you to look at him. his free hand snaked from your waist, tracing across your soft brown skin to your ass, slapping it as if it was a reflex.

"levi … no please …" you hesitated trying to pull your face away from his but of course, you failed. both levis hands gripped your ass, guiding your movements as he began bucking his pale hips up into yours. "why no? you look so pretty yn … why don't you think so?"

youve been feeling insecure lately and life has been so stressful. your annoying boss, the hot weather is causing you to sweat your edge control out constantly, breaking out, and people just being annoying as fuck.

soon enough, you told your fiance that you haven't been feeling yourself and he's been trying to make things easier for you. giving you warm baths, ordering your favorite food, and buying you sweet gifts. sadly even with his efforts nothing helped. what would make it worse, are you lashing out at him constantly on small things. levi, being the confident man he is thought nothing of it because he knew you were going through a hard time. but that didn't stop him from trying to make you happy.

"you're so smart yn, you know how to use your words so why don't you use them?" he groaned, gripping onto your hair and earning a slight gasp from you.

the mixture of pleasure from his dick pumping in and out of you, and the pain from your thick hair in his hand gave you an everlasting feeling of euphoria.

your eyes widened as his tip rammed against your cervix as you dug your neatly painted french tips into his muscular thighs

"I … I dont- ngh … know!" you screamed, your mouth still hanging open from the feeling of lust filling the room. "you're so pretty to me you know that?" he cooed, slowing down the pace of his hips as he pulled to close, his soft pink lips leaving kisses along your jawline.

"lookin' so pretty taking this dick … just like a good girl yea?" you squealed, nodding your head profusely as you felt yourself clench tighter around him. "ouh fuck I felt that … you like when I call you a good girl yn? that shit turn you on doesn't it?"

you bit your bottom lip, slowly grinding your hips into his as his hand cupped your left breast, pinching at the nipple. "yesss" you whined, looking down at his veiny hand.

"such a good girl yn … responding to me … look how smart you are"

[woodle-isbae]

Could you maybe write something for Eren and a black chubby reader? You can go wild with it tbh but I would love a little smut:)

Pillow baby

Eren x black!chubby!reader

Warnings : smut with little to no plot , onshot , eren is kind of demeaning, orgasm denial? , breeding kink? , PiV( wrap it b4 u tap it)

"Y'know...you look so good in that dress."

"Thank you baby"

"I might need a closer inspection"

~ ♡ ~

"E-renn , wait please , I cant-"

"Shh mama , you can"

Eren currently had you face down ass up , gripping at your dress and hips , abusing his dick into your pussy.

He had you absolutely fucked up , your hair a mess and a tit popping out, screaming into the pillow as he continued his assault into your cunt

"This fat pussy taking me so well"

His words degrading yet full of praise, enchanted with how you sucked him in at every thrust, eyes focused on the thick white ring around his cock as it disappeared in your folds

"Rennn , I'm gonna cum!"

"Hold it for me , you can do that for me huh?"

You didn't need to see his face to know he had the cockiest smirk ever , his hair clung to his forehead

"Ooo , this pussy is just so pretty , don't you think so? The way you jus' suck me in is deadly."

His tone teasing and demeaning, grunting at each thrust that became sloppy , indicating he was close

"Eren please , I cant hold it!"

"Unt unt. Your gonna cum with me , yeah? You can do it , just a little- fuck -more"

You were practically shaking , tears streaming down your face from the denial , you can't bear it any longer.

"Shit-you can cum , let it all out."

A loud moan leaving your lips as you spasmed against him , juices leaking all over his torso and your thighs.

Before you could even process it , you felt him cumming in you , filling you up nicely , halting his hips against yours as he caught his breath , ringed fingers drawing soft shapes on your hip

"That was fun , right?"

"Eren...you ruined my dress!"

[insensity]

pov: u challenge your boyfriend into a play fight and told him "dont hold back" and now you're struggling to his 3% powers.

: gojo, nanami, sakuna, choso.

: draken, mickey, ran, inupi.

: aizawa, dabi.

: levi, eren, jean, erwin.

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

NSFW AoT boys x reader and how they would respond to trying “No Nut November”

no nut november

ft: eren, connie, levi, jean, erwin, porco, zeke, armin

cw: smut ? but it’s pretty tame- not really descriptive

18+ MDNI NSFW

eren thinks no nut november is stupid and a made up thing meant to make virgins feel better about themselves. he doesn’t care about participating it in it. especially when he has you. eren doesn’t make it past the first day of november without tearing your clothes off and finishing inside of you.

connie’s pretty into no not november- mainly because of destroy dick december. despite being a yearly player, he never makes it through the month successfully. what fails him this year is you in a pair of black leggings- he can’t help it. he begs you to let him fuck you and you give in, november claiming yet another loser.

when you brought the idea up to levi, he scoffed. he thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world and he won’t be partaking. he’s going to fuck you whenever and wherever if you’ll let him. he cuts the conversation short by pulling you onto his lap, mumbling something like “i’d fail over and over when it comes to you” into your ear.

jean insists that no nut november is easy, that you just have to have control. and he claims he does. he does pretty good for the first week, you’ll give him that. determined to make him fail, you start sleeping in just a small shirt and underwear. jean cant stand your teasing anymore and decides to fuck you raw after a particularly tough day, november claiming another victim.

erwin takes it a little too seriously. he’s never heard of it until you brought it up to him the other day. interested, he decides to partake in it. and he fucking exceeds, much to your dismay. but as soon as december strikes, he doesn’t waste a minute more. he rams into you for hours with an ungodly amount of stamina for someone who was just practicing abstinence.

zeke thinks it’s a fun idea, as long as you join him in it. thinking it’ll be easy, you agree. turns out you both spend the entirety of november teasing the fuck out of each other, each being too stubborn to lose. zeke makes it a week before he’s quite literally on his knees begging you to get him off.

armin would like to try it. he doesn’t make you participate. he just does it to see how strong-willed he is. but that doesn’t stop him from getting you off. not being able to cum means not being able to fuck you, and he can’t stand it. so he eats you and fingers you daily, making sure you’re getting off. he can’t keep his hands to himself.

porco’s too confident in his ability to make it through the month. it’s all fun and games until he wakes up in the middle of the night with a throbbing boner. not thinking, he gently wakes you up and you two wind up having sex. it’s not until you’re cuddling after does he realize that he’s just lost.

reiner says fuck that. he won’t be participating. he hates the idea so much. you’re his girlfriend and if he wants to fuck you, he will. just for the hell of it, he pushes you up against a wall everyday, slamming you full of his cum. if this is no nut november, you’d hate to see destroy dick december. or love it.

bertholdt wants to partake in it for the ‘nostalgia’ of it all. but ultimately, he caves in because the desire for you is too great. you make him fail by wearing a low cut shirt and nonchalantly bending over to grab something, revealing too much cleavage. you wind up on your knees with his fingers in your hair.

please check out my jean fic 🤍

[maezume]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 push you down onto their dick when you’re sucking them off. who relish in the feeling of your throat fluttering around their tip when you gag on the thickness of their length. they groan, holding you by your hair and fucking your throat until he’s spasming while cumming and your eyes are watering from swallowing his load.

tsukishima kei, kuroo testuroo, eren yeager, nagi seishiro, kenma kozume, and anyone else! ♡

[erenthology]

Assertive

Rugby boyfriend!Eren x fem!reader

collage au, possessive but in an infatuated boyfriend type of way. Size differences are mentioned. No matter your size, Eren is bigger than you. (Note: going to be more active now that Aot is ending. Feel free to send requests ♡)

I don’t mind if you’re ignoring me, cuz I’m ignoring you. “ he watches you bounce around the room in your thin, white nightdress. 

You continue looking for your phone, ignoring him. There’s no way you haven’t searched every inch of his dorm room by now, so you finally look at him. He’s laying on the bed shirtless, hands behind his neck, looking at you innocently. That f’ckin bastard.

“Do you have my phone, Eren?”

He flashes his teeth, “ugh, baby, you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice again. C’mere.” he pats his lap.

You sternly put your hand on top of your hip, arching it to the side, giving Eren the perfect view. “Do you have it or not?” He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk.

”Do I? I'm not sure. You should come over and look,” stretching his arms out in an inviting pose.

Earlier, Eren’s roommate, Floch, made a joke about how he can hear when you and Eren are having sex. When you told Eren, he rushed out of the room and ordered Floch to apologize. Completely scolding him like a dad. You felt embarrassed since you didn’t want his friends to think you can’t take a joke.

You know he’s just going to grab and pull you towards him, so instead, you start walking towards the door. Eren tenses immediately and rushes towards you,

‘’Hey, hey” he grabs your hand. ”where do you think you’re going?’’ he questions with furrowed eyebrows.

‘’To ask if the guys have they’ve seen it?’’ 

His eyes flash red for a second. To have his friends see the outline of your nipples through that thin fabric of your so called pajamas? He looks you up and down, nope, not happening. You should be wearing his t-shirts to bed anyway.

 ‘’Not like that, you’re not,’’ he gives you an ‘’end of discussion’’ look, but you huff and turn anyway. Not that you get far at all, he has you slung over his shoulders before you’ve even fully turned.

The con of having a rugby player as a boyfriend is that he throws you around a lot without so much as breaking a sweat. When you’re mad at him, he has this irritating habit of lifting you off the ground and cuddling you until you’ve cooled down. Claiming it “breaks his heart watching you walk away angry.”

He walks towards the bed, ignoring your fists punching at his back. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” He doesn't mind at all though, Eren has the patience of a saint when it comes to his girl, he enjoys being the one to set you straight.

He carefully lies you down on his bed, positions himself on top and grins, ‘’gotcha,’’ then smacks a kiss on your cheek. ‘’You’re annoying.” you pinch his ear in retaliation.

“Ow, hey, you know you’re stronger than you look.” he scratches his reddened ear. ‘’I'm being deadass, baby, you could go pro in armwrestling or some shit.’’ You burst out laughing over how dramatic he’s being and his eyes lit up from the sound. Your smile always captivates him.

Feeling yourself being stared at, you grin cheekily, unable to hide your smile “weirdo, stop staring,’’ brushing your fingers against his stubble. His eyes follow the movement of your hand and begin tracing the shape of your figure when all of a sudden he starts attacking you in tickles.

You’re both advancing on each other playfully, laughing hysterically. In an attempt to roll out of his reach, Eren quickly reacts by by grabbing your hands and pins them above your head. The laughter is quickly replaced with heavy pants as you stare at him naively, your chest rising up and down.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he lets go of his grip and rests his head on your chest, “you know, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable staying here.’’ he gently admits, then lifts his head,

‘’plus, I’m the only one who has a say about you in bed.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Gross,’’ you push his chest, apparently amusing him by the look on his face. ‘‘but it’s fine, really. I just wanted to ignore the situation, but I guess he should learn that not everything needs to be said.’’ At this, he grins and takes ahold of your chin,

‘’that’s a good girl.’’

You ignore the heat rising in your face and smack his hand away when you suddenly remember, ‘’speaking off, where is my phone? You know I need to do my nightly routine check.’’

He knows. It’s the reason he slipped it under his pillow the moment you started throwing a fit. It’s nice having the most predictable girl on the planet. ‘’You can do it later, let a man enjoy his girl for a moment. You can be mad at me after.’’

‘’I'm not mad at you’’ you look genuinely offended, causing him to snicker. “Besides, I kinda liked the whole sexy, scolding dad thing you had going on. It was kinda turning me on,” you admit, looking straight into his eyes.

His hands on your hips stiffen instantly and his whole demeanor changes. “Don’t even joke, [name] I will put a baby in you right this second,” large hands grab your ass and starts grinding your body against his.  

You attempt to leave but he drags you right back, looking at you confused. Looking down, you purr, “I really need to do my routine check,” sticking out your lower lip for extra effect.

You love to rile him up and have him mock you for being greedy and bratty. His face gets closer to yours with his eyebrows all furrowed.

“Did you just pout at me?”

“Nuh uh,” you lie and tease your hand against his belt, Eren’s eyes follow your movements then trace back up to your face, where you’re innocently meeting his eyes.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and looks down at your hand playing against his bulge. ‘’You wanna get fucked?’’ he spits with disgust, or admiration. It’s hard to tell with him.

“Know you enjoy keeping me on edge, acting all innocent when we both know,” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes lingering just a second too long on your lips. Thoughts on ways to tame you running wild in his head.

‘’Telling me it turned you on when I was commanding,’’ he shakes his head as if disappointed.‘’It's good I’m here to keep you in line. A girl like you needs that.’’

You feel the imprint of him on your stomach as his hips press you down on the bed, leaving you no space to leave. You try your best to keep your voice steady. “Just wanna make you happy,’ you breathe out. He almost laughs. 

“You know what would make me happy?‘’ Eren stands and lifts you up with him.

‘’you with my cock in your mouth.” You almost go limp in his arms from how lewd he's being. 

Giving you an expectant look, he nudges your nose with his, “are you waiting for something? get to work.” he guides you down on your knees towards his crotch. The carnal look in his eyes makes you fumble a bit with his belt, but Eren is patient. Sometimes you suspect he enjoys seeing you nervous to perform for him.

Pressing a kiss on the tip, he returns his gratitude by patting your hair in a domineering act, “make me proud.’’ he smiles, in which you relish. Keeping eye contact, you swirl your tongue around his shaft before hollowing your cheeks and start working your way down. You can’t help but gag at his size, no matter how often you blow him. 

It’s been quiet for some time now and you’re growing impatient with the lack of praise. You decide to look up at him through the tears in your eyes and catch him smiling down at you. The scene feels so filthy you can’t help but slyly drag your fingers over your panties to relieve some of the pressure, secretly humping your hips against your hand to the sound of his pants. 

He just nearly cums in your mouth when he notices what you’re up to. Shamelessly playing with yourself, mouth filled with cock, you look straight out of Eren’s nastiest fantasies, it was perfect.

He bends down and pulls your hand out from under your nightdress, “Not yet, need you to be a good girl for me.’’ Then he does the hottest thing all night, he leans down to give it a kiss. You love him. He makes you feel like a princess getting fucked by her knight.

Feeling enthusiastic again, you eagerly reach for him to continue where you left off, but are stopped yet again. Whining, you wait for him any sort of command, just to do something, anything! but he looks so unaffected it’s making you wail even louder.

 “stop whining, you don’t deserve to suck my dick.” Despite the warning, you almost do it again but stop yourself when you notice the glare you’re given. “But I really needa feel you, Eren. It hurts down there.” you were so wet it felt like you were about to explode from the lack of release. 

He's only a man after all, even he has his limits when you wail pathetically about how wet your pussy is. Now he needs to have a look. He pulls you up by your torso, ‘’does sucking me off make you wet?’’ You nod and visibly see his ego lit up.  

A thin sheen of sweat connects your bodies as he effortlessly carries you over to his bed. You take advantage of your flexibility and spread your legs as far apart as you can once he lays you down, earning a groan out of him.

He doesn't hesitate a moment further to push his face in there and peek under your dress. “such a pretty cunt, princess. no idea how often I jerk off thinking about it, about this,” kissing through your soaked panties. Your hips jerk upwards at his erotic words, desperate for friction.

“Eren, please”

He pushes your panties to the side but keeps them on. It’s like he’s so needy for you he can’t be bothered to take off either of your clothes properly, but patient enough to check out every inch of you as if seeing you like this for the first time.

Eren’s broad body consumes your smaller frame as you lie beneath him. You love this feeling, him shielding your body from anyone and anything but himself. 

 His ring covered fingers play softly with your bud, observing your reactions before lining himself against you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. The sight of Eren being almost abnormally endeavored by your pussy as he spits on his hand and pumps his cock, increases the heat pooling in your abdomen. 

You lie still, enjoying the sensation of him rubbing and tapping himself against you. His eyes are fixated entirely on your cunt and you enjoy every bit of the attention. Not to say you’re not curious about what goes on in his mind when he’s focused and quiet like this. Like your body is art and he is studying and memorizing every part of it.

Once satisfied, he pushes through the tight hindrance and sucks in a breathe, “oh, fuck.” and finally looks up at you. His heart stops a beat when he’s reminded of how beautiful you are. The urge to hide you away from anyone's eyes but his, hits him strong but he bites it back.

Time slows for a moment as you both take each other in through half lidded eyes, and for some reason, your vision has never been as clear. His fingers thread through yours as he leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed. Eren grins and places one last kiss on your forehead before thrusting his way in. 

He’s fucking you with his hips, hard. Hands pressing down your pelvic, holding you still for him to ram into. The strap of your nightdress has slightly fallen down your shoulders, so he pushes the fabric that’s hiding you from him down further, and exposes your breasts. The moan he lets out from the sight is pure filth. 

‘’Touch yourself.’’ he demanded, pupils dilated. With glazed over eyes, you comply and start playing with yourself, twisting and grazing your nipples. The act drives him to lift your hips to reach deeper into you,’’really thought i’d let you walk out of my room looking like this.’’ he grows almost annoyed at the thought. 

Tenderly cupping his cheek, he almost flinches from how lovingly you’re looking at him, “You’re all I want, Eren.’’ and he almost melts. When you say things like that it makes him want to keep you to himself even more, resting his forehead against yours, he looks at you with almost a pained expression. ‘’that’s good, because i'm a selfish man.’’

 With your legs lifted around his waist and upper body sprawled on the bed, you’re essentially at his mercy as he connects your bodies in repeated thrusts. Again, again and again, the sound of him pushing into you echoes in the room. 

He fucks like a deprived man and speaks like a man in love. “Does it feel good, princess?’’ You nod with lovestruck eyes. ‘’Yeah? taking me so well. making me so proud.’’ The pressure feels too intense, about to snap.

He’s stretching you on his cock and looking straight into your eyes as he's doing it. Your body dissolves into pleasure as you writhe beneath him.

Your body starts squirming uncontrollably, causing him to grip your hips ever tighter, overpowering you in strength. You let out a loud sob and rake your nails on his back when your vision suddenly fades to black. He stares at you, astonished.

He raises an eyebrow, “did you just cum?” the thusting has stopped completely now but you felt his dick twitch inside you as he asked. “Tried to hold it in for you,” you stare back apologetically, eyes still sprinkled with lust. Best part is, he knows you didn’t. And you know it too. 

“Turn around,” he orders. You obey and slump towards the bed with your back against him, hiding your face in the pillows. “Don’t act all shy with me now, let’s see your face,” he leaves no room for discussion, so you slowly turn your head and face him. He looks so big staring down at you from your vulnerable position. “That’s a good, good girl.” 

Next thing you know, your cheeks are being spread and played with. Still high on ecstasy from the orgasm you just had, the energy to perform is nonexistent, so he does the job for you.

Huge hands angle your limp body upwards, then press down your back to create a beautiful arch, only for his eyes to admire. He sinks back inside and buries his cock in your warmth.

It’s hard maintaining eye contact with him when he’s like this, it feels so shameless, almost taboo, still, you can’t look away. He’s pounding into you, pulling your hips hard against him.

“This is what you’re making me do, looking at me like that. No one else will ever be able to see you like this,” he occupies his thumb by rubbing it over your clit. The contact is so delicate but rapid nonetheless.

You nod agreeably, barely able to register his words. “Are you close, Eren?’’

“Yeah,” his hands pressed down tightly on your lower abdomen, the scream you let out is almost inhumane. ‘’yes, yes.” you’re grinding back against him in heated motions, shockwaves of heat pumping through your body.

He snaps his pelvic against your ass and feels you sucking him right back in.  He thinks back to what you said before about him as a dad and his eyes roll back. The thought of you carrying his child inside you makes him come undone.

“Ugh, fuck.” He comes audibly high etc, covering you in his cum. You expect him to catch his breath but he smoothly regains his composure and pushes you on your back, his thumb finding its way right back to your clit, barely even getting started before leading you to your second orgasm.

You scream in pleasure as he cups your face, lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, princess, you did so well for daddy. made me so proud.” he praises as he pushes your hair out of your face. 

The lack of response makes him laugh, realizing he’d fucked you to sleep, litterally. chuckling, he grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up to his best effort.

You’re usually sleepy right after sex so this is a regular routine for you both. He smacks a kiss on the top of your head and covers you with his comforter then goes for a shower.

Once he’s done, he carries you up bridal style to the bathroom. “Wake up, sleepy.” he’s back to his sweet self. You grunt in response. “C’mon, you need to pee.’’ It’s true, so you comply and he leaves you to it. 

This is a conversation you’ve both had before, he feels no need to leave when you do your business but you’ve kicked him out enough times so he knows the drill by now. Eren changes the bedsheets while you clean up.

When finished, you walk back to the bed and he opens his arm for you to rest on, your phone lying beside him. You jump at the invitation and he hugs you towards him, ‘’what do you feel like eating?’’ he’s playing with your hair as you lie comfortably on his arm. 

“Not hungry.’’ you murmur.

Eren fights the urge to sigh. “Sorry, not up for debate.’’ He saves himself the trouble and orders for you both, knowing you’ll feel hungry once you see him eat.

When the food arrives, you end up wanting exactly what Eren ordered for himself.

‘’You’re a big baby.’’ he sulks and rolls his eyes, but feeds you nonetheless. You don’t miss the look on his face as you take a bite from his hand. One thing about Eren? he can and will fuck multiple times a day if you let him.

‘’down, boy. i’m not tryna have my guts rearranged after eating food.’’

He grins, ‘’I didn’t say anything’.’ knowing he’ll do exactly that when you’re done eating.