#aot boys x you

[daisynik7]

Double the Fun

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader x Reiner Braun

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~3.9k

cw: next-door neighbors Eren and Reiner, modern day au, all characters are mid-twenties, explicit language, p*rn no plot, smut – threesome, vaginal sex, anal sex, anal play, spit play, nipple play, cunnilingus, face-riding, blowjob, hand job (M/M), double-penetration, multiple orgasms from the reader, sex toy use (anal plug), cream pies (in both holes), Reiner is a bit of a perv and sniffs panties (just like how he sniffed Historia’s letter in the finale LOL), pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweetie), slight degradation (use of slut, cock slut, whore, and cock sleeve to address the reader), slight breeding kink, sex without a condom (assuming reader is on some form of birth control)

Summary: You’ve been having a bit of a dry spell recently with how busy you’ve been at work. When you finally manage to snag a date with one of your online dating matches, you’re unfortunately stood up, leaving you in a worse mood than before. Lucky for you, your two hot neighbors are more than willing to cheer you up.  

Author’s Notes: Phew! This one is a doozy! Please make sure you read the content warnings before reading. This is filthy and shameless; I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I LOVE Eren and Reiner together, idk, they just always scratch this everlasting itch I have. I’m still getting used to writing threesomes, so I hope this is okay! Also, this is my first foray into butt stuff and I may have awoken something inside me, LOL. MDNI divider by the loveliest @/cafekitsune. Thank you for reading! 

Taglist: @batafuraikisu @neverlandlostchild @bloompompom @dprkento @a-listaire @man-knees @slvt-for-smut @antique-remains @aiyaaayei

part 4 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

“Are you sure you don’t want me to sit, like, two tables away? What if this guy is sketch?” 

You can spot the obvious concern in Pieck’s voice through the speaker of your phone, which is currently face-up on top of your vanity as you get ready. You finish the last steps of your makeup, inspecting yourself in the mirror, satisfied. “Don’t worry, I’ve got pepper spray in my purse in case he tries anything funny,” you assure your best friend. It’s been a while since you last went on a proper date. Pieck’s always been a worry-wart about you meeting strangers from your online dating apps, constantly reminding you to stay vigilant. Tonight is no different. 

“You should at least let your hot neighbors know that you’re going out, so they can keep an eye out for you,” she suggests, throwing that in casually. Ever since you moved in a few months ago, she’s been rooting for you to hook up with either of the two men next door, Eren Jaeger and Reiner Braun. She’s met them plenty of times in passing and would much rather you date one of them instead of the countless of mysterious men on your current roster. 

There’s no denying that they’re attractive. Eren with his long, dark hair, striking eyes, and toned physique. Reiner with his sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and well-groomed goatee. They also happen to be incredibly friendly towards you, always greeting you in the hallway with a genuine smile, asking how your day went or what you’ll be up to. They’ve invited you for dinner on several occasions, which has always been pleasant, sometimes leaning towards the flirtatious side. You’re sure they’re just nice guys, cordial neighbors looking out for one another. There’s nothing more to it than that, even if a small part of you wants there to be. 

You step back from your reflection, checking yourself out once one more. “I’ll be fine, Pieck.”

“What if I can’t reach you? There should be at least one other person who’s aware of your whereabouts, right?” This is what binging too many true crime documentaries does. Still, you’re grateful for your friend’s concern, knowing it’s all out of love. You can tell she’s actually distressed about this, so you end up agreeing, mostly to appease her. She wishes you well before hanging up as you slip into heels by the door. 

You tug at the hem of your skimpy black dress, hand motionless on the doorknob. It’s your first date in over a month. Work has been so busy that you haven’t had time for romance or sex. The variety of sex toys tucked away in your drawer has been your only solace these past few weeks. To say you’re ready for some real action is an understatement. You’re also incredibly nervous, afraid you’ve lost your groove. That’s why you’ve taken extra measures to fully prepare yourself for anything tonight. 

With a deep breathe, you step out into the hallway, following Pieck’s advice. You knock on your neighbor’s door and Eren is the first to answer. His expression brightens when he realizes it’s you. “Hi,” he greets you, flashing that charming smile of his. He scans you up and down, taking in your appearance. “Wow.”

“Is that a good wow or a bad wow?” you grin, twirling for him. 

He swallows hard, checking you out once more. “Definitely a good wow.”

It’s that extra boost of confidence you need for this date, so you’re appreciative of him. “Thank you, Eren. You’re always so sweet.” 

He crosses his arms over his chest, smirking. “So, hot date tonight?”

You decide to be honest with him. “Yeah. It’s been a minute, so I’m a little nervous.”

“Don’t be. Any guy would be lucky to date you.” His eyes twinkle at you kindly.

You imagine Pieck screaming at you from twenty miles away, begging you to date Eren instead of going out with this random swipe right. Eren is simply a sweet guy paying his neighbor a compliment. There’s nothing more to it than that. Before you get the chance to thank him, Reiner’s deeper voice calls out from inside the apartment. “Who is it?”

Without taking his eyes off you, Eren answers with your name. Soon, the blonde joins him, jaw dropping when he notices you. “Fuck.”

Eren elbows him in the chest, to which Reiner mutters a strained apology. “Sorry. You just look amazing.”

The flattery is almost too much, cheeks warm with embarrassment, stomach fluttering. “Thank you.” Reiner is usually the more forward of the two, blurting out whatever is on his mind, though you’re not complaining. 

Grinning, Reiner asks, “So, who’s the lucky guy?”

“Someone I met online. My friend said I should let my wonderful neighbors know my whereabouts tonight, in case I end up missing,” you explain casually. 

“How morbid,” Eren chuckles. “We’ll keep an eye out for you later so that your friend doesn’t have to worry.”

“I would appreciate that.”

Reiner raises a brow at you. “Unless you’re planning on sleeping with him. We probably won’t see you if it does go well.” He hunches forward when Eren lands another blow to his chest, shutting his roommate up. 

You giggle, agreeing with him. “No, you’re totally right. I’m going to stay optimistic and say that if I don’t come home tonight, that’s a good thing.”

“We’ll hope for the best, then,” Eren replies, beaming. 

You turn to leave, waving farewell to them. Reiner yells out, “Have fun tonight! But not too much fun!”

~~~

You return to your apartment complex less than two hours later, heels clicking loudly on the tiled steps, feet heavy with disappointment. After taking a twenty-minute taxi ride to the restaurant you agreed to meet him at, you proceeded to wait an entire hour only to realize that you’ve been stood up. No text, no reply, no call. You’ve been made a fool, completely humiliated, the night and the rest of your weekend absolutely ruined by this asshole’s no-show.  

It takes you a while to dig through your purse for your keys, patience already worn thin. Frustrated, you groan out loud, staring up at the ceiling. “Why me?”

In the worst timing ever, the door to your left swings open. Eren pops his head out, saying your name curiously.

Reluctantly, you turn to face him. “Hey.”  

He comes out, dressed casually in sweats, hair wrapped in a messy bun with the few stray strands draping the back of his neck. “That was quick.”

With an unconvincing smile, trying to hide the shame that currently consumes you, you admit, “I got stood up.”

His demeanor changes instantly. The concern on his face is endearing, and when he drifts towards you, he reaches out, then drops his arm, unsure how best to console you without crossing any lines. “No way.”

You nod, sighing. “It’s true.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He steps closer to you, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder, testing the waters. 

You smile at him, enjoying this simple touch of comfort. “It’s fine. It is what it is.”

The two of you linger like this, Eren gazing into your eyes, holding you. His palm is hot on the fabric of your dress, and for a split second, you wonder how pleasant it’d be on your bare skin. And maybe it’s your wishful thinking or your desperation for human contact after being rejected tonight, but you can feel the heat of a spark between you now. Before you let your fantasies drive you to do something unprecedented, you search your bag again, finally retrieving your keys. He lets you go, watching you shove them into the keyhole, unlocking the door. “Are you okay?”

In all honestly, you’re not, but there’s nothing him or anyone else can do about it, right? “I’ll be okay. Sucks that I got all dressed up for this, though. What a waste.”

He doesn’t respond right away, choosing his words carefully. “Well,” he starts, the faintest blush tinged on his cheeks. “It doesn’t have to be.” 

You stare at him, heart beating faster, making sure you’re understanding him correctly. “Really?”

He clears his throat, licking his lips. “Yeah. Maybe we can get some use out of it.”

“We?”

As if on cue, Reiner emerges from inside their apartment, having heard everything. “Fuck that shitty asshole. You’ll have way more fun with us.” He stands next to his roommate, grinning at you.

This time, you do listen to Pieck’s voice in your head, yelling at you to go for it. To let these two alluring neighbors of yours take care of you the way you deserve. Already feeling better, you give them a coy smile, opening the door to let them in. “Okay, then. Come on in.”

~~~

It’s the first time they’ve ever been inside your apartment, though you save the formal tour for later. As soon as the three of you are inside, door shut, shoes off, they’re both kissing you fiercely. Eren faces you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, hot and heavy. He caresses your sides, squeezing the curves of your body through your dress. Reiner is behind you, grip just below Eren’s, firm on your hips. His lips brush delicately on the nape of your neck, groin pressed to your backside, the bulge protruding from his pants growing harder and harder between your ass cheeks. You moan into the kiss, pussy throbbing in your lingerie, eager to be touched by either man, by both of them. Why did you even bother trying to hook up with strangers online when the perfect matches were beside you all along?

Reiner chuckles, breath hot on your ear, voice low and rugged. “You’re really horny, aren’t you? All dolled up and ready to be fucked, huh?” There he goes again, blunt and straightforward and so fucking sexy, exactly what you need tonight. 

And here is Eren, soft and gentle, committed to kissing you, whispering sweet nothings any chance he gets. “You’re beautiful. Such a gorgeous girl. So pretty for us.” Also exactly what you need. 

You lead them into your bedroom, Eren flipping on the light switch, keeping his lips on you while Reiner strips out of his clothes, starting with his pants. Eren does the same, hoisting his shirt off, revealing his impressive figure. You attempt to slip out of your dress, but Reiner stops you. “Keep it on,” he rasps, down to his underwear now, boner more obvious, poking out from his briefs.  

Eren pinches your butt, snapping the tight fabric to your skin. “We’re not letting this go to waste, remember?”

You nod mindlessly, brain hazy with lust, too eager to be fucked. “Fuck me,” you beg, spit smeared all over your lips. 

They both laugh softly, walking you towards the bed. “So impatient, so needy,” Eren coos, positioning himself in front of you, toying with the hem of the skirt.

Reiner sits up against the headboard, propping you up on his lap, your back pressed to his muscular chest. “What’s the rush, baby?” he teases, licking a stripe behind your ear. “We’re going to take care of you. Right, Eren?”

Eren bites his lip as he works your dress up past your thighs until it’s bunched up at your hips, exposing your soaked thong on your wet cunt. “Oh fuck yeah,” he huffs, salivating. “Gonna make you feel so good. Make you come so fucking much.”

You spread your legs wider for him, a pathetic whine escaping your throat, more and more desperate by the second. He hooks his finger on the crotch of your panties, smirking at the string of arousal that stretches between the fabric and you. “So fucking wet, holy shit.” 

He tugs it all the way off your legs, tossing it over to Reiner, who brings it up to his nose, taking a big whiff. “Such a slut for wearing these on a first date. Our naughty girl.” He lets your lingerie fall from his grasp onto the floor, sliding to the plush of your thighs, keeping your legs spread apart. 

Eren dives in, spreading his wide tongue flat on your clit, moving it side-to-side, stimulating you into your first orgasm. Your knees twitch from the sensation, the pleasure rippling through you like waves of ecstasy. You turn your head towards Reiner’s, opening your mouth, pleading him for a kiss. He obliges, sticking his tongue inside you, slurping up your saliva, hungry for it. “You’re so fucking nasty,” he growls, reaching for the drawer beside the bed. “Bet you have toys hiding in here. Why don’t we have some more fun and play with them?” You whimper wantonly, keen on the idea of Reiner using whatever he wants on you to make you come again. 

He finds exactly what he’s looking for: your precious anal plug, tapered on one end, heart-shaped gem on the other. When he pulls it out, he barks out a laugh, almost like he can’t believe his luck. “You really are a whore,” he whispers in your ear, sinister and wicked, about to have too much fun with this. “Did you prep yourself to be fucked in the ass? Be honest.” Even Eren pauses, peering up at you, curious. 

“Yes,” you mewl, squirming with arousal, body tingling all over.

Eren’s chuckle reverberates against your clit, releasing you from his mouth to lap at your wet slit. “Good girl,” he muffles, collecting your cum on his tongue. “So perfect for us.”

The dynamic between them spurs you on, Eren playing the good guy, Reiner playing bad. Both of them work together with a common goal in mind: to cheer up their pretty neighbor from what would have been a bummer of a night. But already, you’re thankful that you were stood up; you’re certain now that this is the much better alternative. 

“Eren, switch spots with me,” Reiner demands. “And you,” he says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “On your stomach.”

You both obey him without protest. Eren leans against the headboard with a dazed look in his eyes, licking his shiny, cum-coated lips. He smiles as you gaze up at him, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, stroking him. You open wide, tapping the tip of his dick on your tongue before sinking down on him until you’re too the hilt, swallowing him into the back of your throat. He cups yours cheeks, caressing you gently. “So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. My gorgeous girl.” You accept the praise shamelessly, relishing the distinct taste of him.

From behind, Reiner worships you, squeezing your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to ogle at your fluttering hole. Without warning, he hocks a frothy wad of spit directly onto it, teasing his thumb on the rim. “Fuck, baby,” he utters as you moan on Eren’s cock. “I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”

You nod, taking Eren deeper, your nose pressed to his groin, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth, bracing yourself. The plug is slick with lube as Reiner pushes it in carefully until the heart-shaped jewel is flush to your hole. He swears under his breath, marveling at the sight before him, cock pulsating in his fist. You stay like this for a while, adjusting to the toy inside you. It really did help that you prepared for this earlier. 

“So sexy,” Eren murmurs from above you, staring on your backside. “You take it so good, sweetheart.”

“Like an obedient slut,” Reiner adds, using his thumb to push the plug the slightest bit deeper. He lifts your hips to position himself below you so that you’re straddling his face. “Can you come again, baby?”

“Of course she can. She’s our good girl,” Eren purrs, petting your head softly as you continue to blow him. 

Reiner eats you out sloppily, different from Eren, who’s intentional with his every move. It sends you into another frenzy, pushing you closer and closer over the edge, especially when he begins playing with the plug, pumping it in and out of you slowly. You’re overstimulated with Eren’s hot cock throbbing in your mouth, clit swollen on Reiner’s tongue, and asshole puckered around the smooth glass of the plug. You reach your climax easily, gushing all over Reiner’s face, riding out your orgasm until you’ve completely soaked him in your juices. He drinks it all up, messy and greedy for every drop of you he can scour. He really is as insatiable as you imagined he’d be. 

You release Eren to catch your breath, to which he tips your chin up to face him. “You’re incredible,” he says, the familiar twinkle in his eyes making your heart race. You paw at his chest, crawling up to meet him for a kiss. 

Reiner quickly joins the two of you, not wanting to be left out, rubbing his hard cock between your ass cheeks. You kiss the both of them at the same time, all of your saliva mingling together into a hot, wet mess that you’re currently intoxicated by. After a moment, Eren pulls back. “Does our pretty girl want to get fucked now?”

“Show us how big of a cock slut you are,” Reiner grunts, circling the jeweled end of the plug, teasing your hole. 

Eren helps remove the dress off you completely, hoisting it off your body. He stretches his arm towards the drawer. “Are the condoms in here too?”

You shake your head briskly, bringing his attention back to you. “I want it raw. Want you to fill me up.” 

They both moan, clearly fond of your request, kissing you feverishly. Eren nudges your breast into his mouth, latching onto your nipple. Reiner sucks the skin all along your neck, leaving his love marks, growling, “You want us to breed you, huh? Want all this cum inside these tight little holes of yours. Oh fuck.” His voice is rough and husky, gradually losing his composure. 

Eren’s remains tender, his breath soft on your bosom. “We’re going to breed you so good, sweetheart.” He shimmies down the bed, lying flat on his back, peering up at you with adoration. You straddle him, rubbing yourself on his shaft, needy for friction on your aching clit.

Reiner’s embraces you from behind, groping your chest, focusing on his roommate’s dick and your wet cunt gliding along it. He reaches between you and Eren, fisting his friend’s cock with fast strokes. “Look how hard he is for you. He’s going to fuck you so good. Make you cream all over the sheets.” Your pussy is sopping with arousal from the dirty talk alone, but watching Reiner touch Eren has you dizzy. 

“Fuck, Reiner,” Eren moans, throat bobbing as he swallows hard. “That’s so fucking hot.” He lets his roommate jerk him off while you continue to grind yourself on him. Soon, he replaces Reiner’s fist with his own, cockhead glistening with precum. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Reiner moves to your swollen bud, tapping it with his thick fingers. “Oh yeah, she’s fucking ready. Come on, cock sleeve. Put it in.”

Without wasting another second, you line yourself up with him. Eren slides in smoothly, his entire length in you, pussy stretched around him perfectly. You whimper from the fullness, his cock to the hilt and the plug nestled in your backside. Reiner places his hand on your posterior, urging you to lean down so that your chest-to-chest with Eren, who kisses you passionately, remaining still inside you. “Eren,” you whimper his name, drooling into his mouth. He smiles against you, delighted at how fucked out you are for him.

Reiner adjusts his stance, hovering over you by planting one foot on the bed to prop his knee up, giving him enough leverage. He focuses on the plug, tugging it out just barely only to push it back in, repeating this several times, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Finally, he removes it completely, staring wide-eyed at your gaping hole, oh-so-inviting for his fat cock. “Look at that,” he croons, circling your rim with his finger, sensitive to his touch.

You want so badly to be stuffed full by both of them. In a trembling voice, you whine, “Please, Reiner.”

Laughing, he delivers a harsh smack to your ass, skin immediately stinging from it. He dribbles more of his spit onto you, teasing the tip of his dick on the rim. “Not yet, slut.” You can’t see him, too immersed in kissing Eren right now, but you can practically hear the wicked grin on his face, watching you squirm below him as he torments you.

Eren intervenes, annoyed with his friend’s behavior. “Come on, Reiner. Give her what she wants. She deserves it.” He nuzzles his nose to yours. “She’s been a very, very good girl.”

Eventually, Reiner relents. “You’re right. She’s a good girl. And good girls deserve to get fucked in both holes.” 

You shiver at his perverse words, bracing yourself. At last, he guides himself inside you, filling you to the brim. It’s better than any fantasy you could dream of, the sensation so intense, tears begin welling in your eyes.

They start thrusting simultaneously, Eren pummeling your cunt from below, Reiner pounding your ass from behind. It’s messy and raunchy, their hands slippery all over your body from lube, slick, and sweat. The air surrounding you is laden with lust and desire. The collective moans from all three of you echo off the walls of your small bedroom, along with the squeaks of your mattress creaking under the weight of your vigorous lovemaking. 

Reiner is rendered speechless now, totally concentrated on pumping his cock in and out of your fluttering hole, the only sound from his mouth being his ragged breaths. Eren slips one hand between you, his digits pressed to your puffy clit as he fucks up into your pussy. The other fondles your tit, thumb flicking your nipple until it’s perky. He continues to praise you, constantly musing about what a good girl you are, how perfect you are for them. 

At this point, you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come. You’re in a perpetual state of ecstasy, surrounded by the two hottest men in your life who are voracious for your orgasms. The sour memory from earlier has completely faded and all you can think about is the sweet bliss you’re currently indulging in. 

Eren is the first to come, no longer able to endure it. His even thrusts turn erratic. “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming inside you sweetheart, oh fuck.”

You kiss him languidly, drinking up his moans as he floods your cunt with his load. Soon, Reiner swears loudly, announcing his own climax. “Fuck, gonna breed this slutty hole.” His cock swells, spurting his warm seed inside you.

You relax on top of Eren, who’s equally as spent as you. Reiner pulls out slowly, fixated on his own cum dripping out of you. “Fuck. Let’s see the other one, baby.” You lift off Eren, who almost seems reluctant to let you go. Both of them watch with hazy expressions as his creamy load spills out of you and onto his lap. 

The room is musty with the scent of sex, the sheets messy and stained beneath you. Despite that, you’re on cloud nine, soaring high from having the nastiest ménage á trois with your next-door neighbors.

Maybe you should try getting stood up more often. 

[ackercoded]

I would fight the world for you, little Levi. My heart is in shambles.

Isayama if you’re reading this, HIDE.

[translation credits to @/vooo_eee on twt]

[geckoomoria]

♥︎boyfriend Sam monroe head-canons !!

——————-————-★—-—————-————

Bf sam! sprays u with a hose when watering the garden ( he got his ass beat with flowers dw)

Bf sam! who opens doors for u but slaps ur ass as u walk through

Bf sam! who tries his hardest to stop every bad habit he has just to have a future with u

Bf sam! who stays awake at night , terrified that you’ll find someone better and leave him

Bf sam! who only ends makeout sessions when ur gasping for air

Bf sam! who’s favourite thing to do is laugh uncontrollably with u since ur basically his best friend

Bf sam! who says he hates it when u do girly makeup on him but secretly loves it

Bf sam! who thinks its the funniest thing ever when he pops his fingers into ur mouth when u yawn or up ur nostrils

Bf sam! claims he hates gossip but when ur on the phone with ur friend , his ear is RIGHT NEXT the other side of the phone

Bf sam! who randomly hugs u from behind the waist and kisses your head

Bf sam! who’s corny ass says “make me” when u tell him to “shut the fuck up”

Bf sam! who acts all big man most of the time but when u straddle him and give him hickeys, he’s at a loss for words

Bf sam! who 100% loves being sarcastic and fake mean with his partner.

Reader: “We should go to that new cafe down the street” , Sam: “be seen in public with you? id rather die bitch” , Reader: “this is why my secret boyfriend is better than you” , Sam: “u little whore.”

the way this is all based off my ideal relationship with a man.

[izurou]

“gonna suck up to me now, huh?”

the sound of levi’s voice greets your ears, coaxing your gaze from the television and onto him���him and your son, who’s all cuddled up in his arms.

your husband was on bath duty tonight, which is an undeniable favourite of his—one of those little moments that makes him feel like a good father, much better than the one he briefly had.

however, the unimpressed look on his face—this one just a little more intense than the one you’re used to—tells you that this evening’s bath wasn’t the perfect dream it normally is. come to think of it, you didn’t hear the usual fit of giggles coming from your little one, and your bigger one seems a lot wetter than when he went in there.

“little shit,” levi mutters, peering down at your son—who looks nothing short of innocent as he leans into his dad’s chest, snug and warm in his hooded penguin towel.

on any other night, your son would already be fed, bathed, and in bed at this hour, but your visit to uncle erwin’s ran a little longer than expected—he has a habit of rambling, and levi has a habit of enabling it.

“weren’t you supposed to be the one giving him the bath?” you smile as you swing your legs onto the floor and sit up, welcoming them beside you.

“easier said than done,” he replies, gently laying your baby down and rubbing the towel over his brown hair, which is uncharacteristically messy, much like his father’s first thing in the morning. “you teach him to splash like that?”

“no, but what’s the big deal?” you mumble, rolling a bottle of baby lotion toward them, and following it up with a clean diaper. “he had fun, arrest him.”

your baby has been an absolute angel since the day he was born—waking up no more than twice a night for a feeding, and falling back asleep mid bottle almost every time. he’s been sticking to the same schedule for a couple months now—eating and napping like clockwork. honestly, you didn’t think he had a mischievous bone in his little body, but—he’s still a baby, after all.

“twenty years without parole, you hear that?” levi pokes at your baby’s tummy as he talks—earning himself a few giggles.

“bit of a harsh sentence,” you point out, “do you have something against our son?”

“the kid shits himself daily,” he says, wiggling one of your son’s feet into the little plaid pyjama set erwin bought him. “of course i do.”

as much as you love your baby boy, you love your husband and his often questionable humour all the same—so it’s okay to laugh, right?

“because baby levi was above shitting himself?” you snort, hoping this answer is just as good as the previous one.

“yeah,” he hums, lifting your son onto his lap and smoothing a hand over his hair. “he must get that shit from you.”

should’ve known better than to expect anything more than that.

“right, sorry for passing that gene down,” you roll your eyes—but still find yourself scooting closer and leaning your head against his shoulder.

you knew levi was nervous about becoming a dad—he didn’t know the first thing about fatherhood, never had that example set for him, was never on the receiving end of any fatherly love. can you really give something you’ve never had?

“it’s bedtime,” you warn, glancing at your baby, who knows the word all too well—already clinging to his father for dear life in hopes of avoiding his crib altogether. “nice try, dad won’t save you.”

you can, maybe not always in the form of words, but in the things you do—levi is living proof.

“he’ll be out in ten minutes,” he hums, running a hand up and down your son’s back to soothe him, or at least attempt to. “long day of eating, shitting it out, and eating more.”

now, the two of you have a happy, healthy, loved little boy. he’s cute—almost a carbon copy of his dad, save for the few telltale features that indicate he’s every bit yours.

he’s smart too—he knows the meaning of at least a couple dozen words, and he’s mastered quite a few as well, his favourites being hi and dada.

in fact, he’s so smart—he’s about to master one more.

“dada, shit!”

[magicxc]

Safe Word

Pairings: Survey Corps x Reader - how they react to the safe word being called

Word Count: 2967

Warnings: cuteness overload

A/N: This is how I think our bois would react to the safe word being used. Everyone is respectful and fluffy in this so enjoy and tell me what ya think!!

If you’re up to it, check out my headcannon with aot x safeword ignored. Its as it sounds - a darker version of this, so do proceed with caution.

Safe word - sparrow

Eren  - Maybe it was the emotional toll of the day or the sensitivity right before the start of your period, but you just couldn’t keep up. Normally when Eren got a little rough with you it was an enjoyable experience but today just seemed rather, off. Legs curled around his waist as he steadily drove into you left you with nowhere to go; taking everything he was giving your body. And suddenly it became too much to handle, the pressure of it yielding more discomfort than pleasure. You tried to hold on, for him, but the tears that pricked at your eyes had Eren slowing down before your words did.

“Sp- sparrow,” you heaved, the waterworks now in full effect. Halting completely Eren pulled out of you, thumbs wiping away at your cheeks as he bombarded you with questions. 

Apologising for something he didn’t yet understand, he engulfed you in a bear hug until you were ready to express yourself; slowly rocking you both back and forth as he kissed along your temple. After explaining to him how you felt overwhelmed with everything, he’d made you promise to always tell him when you weren't feeling like yourself, especially if it was at the expense of his pleasure. Nodding in agreement, you’d watch as he left to get you a bottle of ice cold water; cuddling you to a peaceful sleep once you’d both settled down.

Levi - being humanity’s strongest soldier meant that Levi had to be extra careful when it came to everyday people. Certain things like a friendly game of arm wrestling or even cracking eggs for breakfast had to be approached cautiously. And while you did allow him to let loose in the bedroom, even that he conducted to a certain extent; always holding your safety in high regard. However, his idea of taking it easy and your idea of taking it easy were vastly different and while you two were still trying to gauge his strength in the early stages of your relationship, there was a safe word put in place.

“Sparrow,” you’d weakly cried out, eyelids heavy and limbs flaccid from the sixth round you and Levi had found yourselves in. While the sex was great and the orgasms mind numbing, six rounds on your poor body was beginning to take its toll. You’d felt weak and the heated feeling building in your belly to signal yet another explosive finish was borderline sweltering. No longer did those black dots that danced around your vision feel fun and soon the empty contents of your stomach threatened to rise. It was like a HIIT workout for a beginner but without the prep. 

Sweat prickled at your forehead and body moist enough to stick to the sheets you were all too eager to tap out, revealing to Levi just how wrecked you were beginning to feel.

After hearing the safe word he stopped immediately, eyes bulging out of his sockets at the idea that he’d hurt you beyond repair. He tended to be a bit drastic in thought when it came to you, but that didn't stop the apologies that tumbled from his lips. Levi would go on to make you a cup of green tea to calm down your symptoms and would keep you up in conversation until the sun rose; much like a mother making her child sing in the bathtub to ensure their safety while she left the room for a towel. How your quiet boyfriend managed to talk you into the wee hours of the morning surely surprised you, but you’d gladly indulge at the efforts he’d go through to make sure that you were okay.

Erwin - Erwin was a generous lover, sometimes too generous as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. Tongue flat against the nub, he’d let enough drool gather at the tip to rub around the bud as effortlessly as possible. Coupled with the two finger combo he’d drive into your pussy had you seeing literal stars. Erwin had come to learn that not only did this garner powerful orgasms for you, but it also garnered quick ones. It was something about his skilled body that would have you unraveling in three minutes flat. And much like the Commander of the Scouts appreciated when his planning yielded successful results on the field, so did the Commander in the bedroom appreciate when his woman yielded successful results from his ministrations; so much so that he’d barely hear the word leave your mouth.

Stopping, he’d uttered “what?”

“I said sparrow,” you panted.

“Baby, I- I’m so sorry,” he apologised.

Thankful for the break, all you could manage was to catch your breath before Erwin began interrogating you with questions of how you felt, where’d it hurt, when did it become too much, what do you need, why didn’t you stop him sooner, etc.

You literally had to shut him up with a finger to his lips, clarifying to Erwin that while it was more pressure than pain, you were fine now. Did it stop him from hurling ten more questions your way? No! And while you were initially annoyed, you were appreciative that he’d cared so much that he was willing to nail down the exact line of no return so he’d know never to cross it again. 

Connie - “thwack” was the loud echo of your skin crackling against Connie’s palm. Bent over his knee, he found himself ‘punishing’ you for whatever roleplay you guys were currently in the middle of. Eight spanks in and the fiery ache to your ass cheek had you quickly forgetting exactly what scenario you two were acting out. All you could think of was how soon you wanted it to end. 

Apparently you’d stop counting which meant that Connie had to start from the top and maybe it was the soreness of your ass, but his hits seemed to rain down even harder on your puffy skin - no doubt leaving behind a handprint. And by the third count you were effectively tapping out, croaking out your safe word before his hand could connect again.

“Sparrow, sparrow, sparrow.”

Hand halted high in the air, Connie quickly turned you over and wrapped you in his arms, begging for your forgiveness. The pleading never ceased and when you were finally able to gather your thoughts, all you wanted was to call it a night.

You’d forgiven him rather quickly especially considering you both were trying something new. But after he’d rub your skin down in aloe vera gel, you two discussed the idea of a middle word, much the same as a yellow traffic light signals that a car should slow down, this middle word would signal that whatever act is being done should continue with caution.

Plopping down next to you, Connie had showered you with kisses, apologies, and now snacks; even managing to slide in a joke or two. While this was an uncomfortable experience for you both, his love language was definitely laughter, trying his best to keep the atmosphere light but also working towards making sure that something like this never happens again.

Jean - While you and Jean tried to keep sex relatively fresh, nothing could ever really beat the classics - good ole fashion head. It was fun and oftentimes turned you on just as much. Face lodged between his thighs, the floor beneath you was a slobbering combination of your spit and Jean’s fluids. 

His hand guided you on the exact pace he wanted you to go, muttering out instructions of how you should please him in the process. The better it felt, the more aggressive he tended to get, hands cradled around your neck as he bobbed you along his shaft.The words you attempted to say came out mumbled and instead sent vibrations to all the right places; and what he thought was you amplifying the experience only made him thrust his hips toward your face more forcefully. Spit bubbling out the corners of your mouth and tears streaming down your face, Jean couldn’t have felt more turned at the sight, his brows crinkling to confusion once your fists began to beat against his thighs.

Halting his movements, he helps you up to which you breathlessly utter your safe word - “sparrow.”

Jean’s face instantly fell and regret filled him to the brim at the idea that he’d been so caught up in his own pleasure that he didn’t realise just how uncomfortable things were getting for you. 

Of course you knew Jean would never hurt you on purpose but you couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated with him. Opting to talk about it some more in the morning when you’d be more emotionally settled, you watched as Jean ran a bath for you; delicately washing the stress from your body and carefully preparing you both for bed. In between it all, he’d profusely apologised, promising to be more attentive the next time you found yourselves sexually active.

By the end of the night, you were pretty much over the incident and insisted on being the big spoon to Jean to allow him a bit of vulnerability in a moment that no doubt left him feeling distraught. 

Onyankopon - It was safe to say that Ony was above average. While sex with him was definitely mind blowing, it had its moments of discomfort and today seemed to be one of them. Fresh from date night, you guys burst through the front door, lips glued to the other as fingertips slid along heated skin. Clothes were stripped and scattered throughout the room, with your foot slamming the door close behind you. 

Soon enough, you’d both ended up on the couch with you atop Ony, riding him into oblivion. And boy was he excited to help you, thick hands tightly secured around your waist as he grinded you into his hips; a nice rhythm that was slowly picking up in pace. His deep thrusts only added to the sensation, dick at the tip of your cervix, as you tried to ride yourself into creating more moisture for the friction.

You were eager to have sex with Ony and you still wanted to, but sometimes it took a little more work to get you as ready as he was. Even though you were turned on, your body needed more time to catch up with your mind. And try as you might, you had to call it quits for now.

“Ohhh my gosh, Ony!! Sparrow, please sparrow,” you’d chanted.

Carefully dislodging himself from you, Ony carefully sat you on the chair, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear before landing a soothing kiss to your forehead. 

“I’m so sorry pretty,” he lamented.

He’d thank you for speaking up and went on to inspect your body for any bruising. This wasn’t the first time you and Ony had gotten caught up in the moment and it surely wasn’t the first time your body was slower to catch up to his; but it would be the first time you’d felt all too tender to proceed.

You were still ready to go, but you definitely needed a little more prep and after confirming that you were okay to continue, Ony insisted on adding to the moisture with his rigid tongue - ensuring that you’d come at least twice before entering you again. He’d even let you ride him, after much convincing, and was hell bent on taking things slow tonight and for the next several days to come.

Reiner - Maybe his boss had pissed him off. Or maybe there was a discrepancy with one of his coworkers. Hell, maybe he’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed, but for whatever the reason Reiner was not giving you any moment's reprieve. If the head board that viciously slammed against the wall wasn’t indication enough, your sore pussy surely was. 

Not that it happened often, but you didn't mind when Reiner lost himself inside you. In fact, you’d insisted on it; insisted that he mold your body to his will all in the name of relieving his frustrations. But today felt different, felt unfamiliar. You watched as his lips came together to let out grunt after grunt - looking on as his eyes stared straight through you, dark and obscure. You’d even noticed the way he handled your body so carelessly, tossing you around as if you were a rag doll. 

And you’d begun to feel exploited. Like a stranger using your body to get himself off and the lump that bloomed in your throat had made the safe word almost impossible to say; but somehow you’d managed, and thankfully he’d heard. 

“SPARROW,” you’d yelped.

Reiner’s thrusting had slowed to a complete stop, confusion etched into his every feature; and finally you’d begun to see cracks of your boyfriend, almost as if his spell of anger was lifted.

He’d been mortified when you explained to him how you felt, dropping to his knees as he clung onto your torso in a fit of apologies. He stayed like that for a few minutes and when you both came to, you assured him that you’d be fine and encouraged him instead to talk to you before he decided to use your body as a sole source of relief. 

Reiner agreed, but things between you sort of fizzled out over the weeks to come. It felt like he was walking on eggshells when it came to you in conversation and physical touch alike; gently kissing you or even hugging you, almost like he was afraid that you’d break at the slightest pressure. No matter your efforts to assure Reiner that you were fine, you decided to let it run its course.

And over time, he’d learn to do a lot of self work and reflection in terms of getting to the root of his problems all the while being more open in discussing his true feelings and thoughts with you. You were overjoyed that he was finally taking the necessary steps toward improving his mental health. And when he finally felt comfortable enough to effectively communicate with you, to have sex with you, and to even get rough with you, well, it was divine.

Armin - Nipple play was Armins latest obsession. He’d gotten into it after a sexy session between you two and what started out as initial embarrassment turned into full fledged enjoyment. So much so that he’d encourage you to get in on the action as well. 

Although nipples were an erogenous zone for everyone, you couldn’t help but feel that yours were a little more delicate; or at the very least Armin had a higher tolerance for pain. Clamps latched onto each nipple, Armins hand was firmly wrapped around your throat as he drove into you again and again. There would be the occasional tugging of the clamps and what started out as hypersensitivity very quickly turned painful.

You’d tried to utter the safe word, but with Armin’s hand around your neck, the best you could do was mouth it and fortunately for you he was an attentive enough lover to catch it. Unwrapping his hand, you murmured the word once more for good measure.

“Sparrow.”

Still inside of you, he’d come to a standstill, peering beneath wet eyelashes in what you could only describe as panic. Fat teardrops hit your cheeks from above as he works to unlatch the clamps and pulls out of you entirely; the apologies never ceasing.

Seeing Armin so riled up had gotten you equally as emotional and before you knew it tears were sliding down your cheeks as well, arms flying around his neck as you held him close. The night grows quiet save for your hearts that beat against the others chest and when enough time passes by, you both decide to get some sleep, still wrapped tightly in each other's arms, choosing to discuss it in the morning.

Floch - Floch had turned you all the way out. You’d become perfect in every way for him and that included sexual. Ass hiked into the air, you bounced into the mattress each time he drove into you. And it’d felt great, it always did. But somehow you just couldn’t get into the groove of things this go round. To put it simply, you weren’t in the mood and it wasn’t until he was balls deep did you realise. Were you turned on? Yes. Was your body responsive to his? Absolutely. But your mind wasn’t in it and you’d wanted this session to end just as quickly as it started. No matter how far along you and Floch got into sex, let alone penetrative sex it was always crystal clear between you two that consent could be revoked at any time; and you decided to do just that.

“Sparrow,” was the safe word you so tiredly whispered.

Immediately Floch stopped thrusting, removing himself from you as he kissed up to your spine until he’d reached your neck, sorry on the tip of his tongue in between each peck. He’d carefully flipped you over and proceeded to shower your face in butterfly kisses, apologies continuing to spill from his mouth until you were able to speak. 

Worn out, you’d go on to tell him how you felt and he’d mildly chastised you for even letting it get this far. After all, he is a grown man and would never put his pleasure before your well being. Softly smiling, you thanked him and leaned in for an open mouth kiss.

To seal the deal, Floch went on to massage your entire body down with your favorite oils until your light snores lured him into his own slumber; eager to get a full night's rest so he could treat you to your favorite breakfast in the morning.

[arminsumi]

You have single-handedly restarted my eren obsession, how dare you be such a great writer 😔

accidentally calling Eren bro and he isn't having it- would 100% start fussing and be dramatic but you make that mistake infront of friends and he makes sure you *never* call him that again. 0-100 with this guy

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EREN x f.reader

A/N: hehe no apologies 😈 mwa enjoy buttercup

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Overview; Eren hates it when you call him 'bro', especially around his friends. So he has a "talk" with you between the library aisles

Content; fluff, (very) spicy makeout

Warnings; 🔞mdni, Eren's a lil rough n mean, neck biting, marking

arminsumi's library

It was just a slip of the tongue. You and him were cooped up in his dorm room — that cramped, poorly-lit dorm room which had only one aspect you liked and that was the view from the window; you could see the stretch of city lights twinkling at night.

Eren was perched on the edge of his bed tuning his acoustic, and you laid comfortably spread-out. Occasional twangs filled the room as he tested his tuning abilities.

The two of you were knee-deep in a small debate about something you saw on social media the other day, you said something like "Bro, seriously?" and he stopped the whole debate, set down his guitar, and harped on that tiny nickname.

"What the hell?" he grimaced at you.

You looked at him dumbly, "What?"

"I'm not your 'bro'." he said disgustedly.

"Huh?" you laughed confusedly. "Uh, I'm sorry...?"

"Don't ever call me that again." he said seriously, as if you said something genuinely offensive.

He let out a heavy sigh and went back to tuning his guitar. The two of you continued debating like nothing happened, but Eren had an annoyed edge in his voice.

⁕⁕⁕

Now, that time in his dorm was just one minor incident of you calling him bro.

But one day in the library, you were sat with Armin, Jean, and Connie at the round white table in the corner, when that nickname slipped past your lips again.

Eren masqueraded an expressionless face in response, but you could tell he was pissed about something.

No one knew why, but Eren suddenly asked if he could have a "talk" with you in private. Armin amusedly raised his brows like oh, you in trouble-trouble.

You confusedly followed him, trailing in his tall shadow down to a quiet aisle.

The "talk" he wanted to have with you involved a lot of tongue. Between book-stuffed shelves of white, Eren grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently yanked it to tilt your head up, deepening his unexpected kiss.

"Erehn — " you gasped into his mouth. It was wet, warm, slippery, dizzying; it's like his lips were laced with drugs because your mind was transported into a hazy high state.

Between ragged breaths, Eren spoke in a deep, searing voice. "You call me that again in front of my friends, and 'm gonna make sure you regret it, understood?"

Eyes blazing with anger, one that teetered between being attractive and scary.

" 'sorryyy." you mumble through swollen lips.

He dove back in for more hotter, harder kisses. Eren's idea of teaching you a lesson involved less words and more actions; he kissed the hell out of you.

That might sound cute or cheesy, but no — no this is Eren we're talking about. When I say he kissed the hell out of you, I mean he kissed you until your lips felt hot, numb and swollen. Until you looked up at him erotically as if he just just gave you good dick.

He gave your hair another tug to expose your neck properly to his seeking lips. He latched onto a sweet spot just above your collarbone and bit down hard. Suckling, nipping, swirling his tongue, sinking his canines in as if he were a vampire. You almost moaned.

After he was satisfied with the "talk", he said something that stirred up something between your thighs.

"Baby learned her lesson yet? Yeah? Good. Now go show of that bite mark to my friends."

[bry11p]

CHAPTER 2

Pairing: Eren x Fem! Reader

WC: 6.1k

CW/TAGS: Angst, Physical violence, College AU, Frat Eren, insecurities, shy reader.

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Your thumbs move to the top of your screen, opening the notification. It takes you to the full screen, showing the text in all its glory. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering if this person texted the wrong number. And if they didn’t, then what business did they have with you?

You contemplate on texting them back, you don’t see anything wrong with being curious on who it was. So with that conclusion, your fingers shakily moved to text them back. You sent a short and simple “Who is this?” before shutting off your phone and setting it beside you. However, to your dismay, the reply was almost instant.

“The guy you bumped into yesterday who else”

The only word running through your head was “odd”. Why would he text you apologizing when he obviously didn’t care yesterday. You replied with “it’s okay?” before biting your lip, anxiously waiting for a reply.

“Making it clear now that Mikasa is the one who told me to apologize”

You could only roll your eyes and let out a humorless laugh at his text. Of course he didn’t apologize to you out of his own accord. You replied with “Oh ok” in hopes of ending the conversation there, and it seemed like he took the hint. Five minutes after you replied, he left you on read and made no move to text you back.

With that, you left the conversation behind and rested your head on your pillow, just staring at the ceiling. Not even a few minutes later you get another text message notification from your phone. Letting out a big groan (which in retrospect was a bit dramatic but you think it’s deserved. How dare people interrupt your rest time), you grab your phone and look at who texted you now.

Honestly, you expected it to be the guy from last night, maybe he didn’t take the hint, but as you check your phone you immediately notice that it was Jean. It was just a straightforward “Come over.”, no context, no explanation, just those two simple words. You didn’t know how to feel, especially after last night.

You honestly didn’t feel like facing Jean, you already felt like shit to begin with, and facing him just to get names yelled at you once again…

You turn to lay on your stomach and shove your face into your pillow, which successfully muffled your groan. You weigh the options in your head, you can ignore him, confront him later about whatever he wants to talk about. Or you can talk to him now. Each decision leaves a heavy feeling in your chest. You raise your head from your pillow just to drop it roughly back onto your pillow.

That didn’t really help your thoughts to stop running all over the place but hey, it's the thought that counts.

After taking a few hours to yourself and watching whatever catches your attention on your phone (also called ignoring your problems), you begrudgingly collect your things in your bag and leave your dorm to head to your lecture.

On the way there, albeit it wasn’t that long of a walk, perhaps 10 minutes tops, you took a minute to just ignore everything and appreciate the scenery. The little puddles on the ground from the rain that must’ve happened at night, the swaying of the branches as the wind combs through them. As you walk, you tilt your head up a little bit and close your eyes, just taking in the air. Everything was peaceful until you heard yelling in the background.

Looking over you see a few boys just messing around. You don’t have enough interest to actually observe what they’re doing. Just as you were about to turn away however, you made eye contact with one of the boys.

Honestly, he looked so familiar. The brown hair and green eyes that seem like they’re staring right into you, analyzing every small feature about you. You can’t help but tilt your head in confusion when a few seconds have passed and he still hasn’t looked away from you. It made sense for you to not look away, you were just trying to figure out why he looked so familiar.

So why was he still looking at you?

You decided to brush it off and keep walking.

Once you sit down you make sure to place down everything in front of you. This was a daily routine that has yet to fail you. Get to class early, make sure you have everything like your writing utensils, macbook, headphones blah blah. You always made sure to arrive early. You’d rather die than look stupid trying to find where to sit when class starts in 5 minutes. Always choosing to sit somewhere in the middle, not too close where you feel as if everyone is staring holes into your back, but not far enough where you couldn’t see anything.

To pass the time, you gnaw on your pen. Pretty gross, but it’s either that or your nails and in all honesty, you like your nails. There was a never ending debate in your head ever since you decided to ignore Jeans text. Was it really a good idea? The more time passes, the more regret pools in your stomach, leaving a nauseating feeling.

The sound of a chair moving next to you broke you out of your thoughts. Your eyes immediately dart to the clock, it shows that class started 5 minutes ago. Were you really that distracted?

“Hey!” a cheery and a tad bit too excited to be in class voice sounded next to you. Looking to your right, you see the auburn haired girl seated next to you with a beaming smile spread across her face.

You looked at her with no words leaving your lips. Your eyebrows raised in surprise. Was she supposed to be here?

Not even noticing your more than confused state, she continues, “I didn’t know you took this class but then the one time I decided to not come late” she stops to chew on chips, that you honestly had no idea where they came from before continuing, “I saw you and well here we are”. She ends her sentence with a smile while still chewing.

You offer her a small upturn in your lips before saying “It’s nice to have someone I know in here”. You lean forward and rest your head on your left hand and focus your attention on the professor who just started speaking.

As time passes you can hear the girl next to you, who you remember as Sasha, try to start a small conversation with you as the lecture goes on. Normally, you would try to the best of your abilities to indulge in her, especially since she’s such a sweet girl (to you at least). However the thoughts of people hearing you, or having anybody's attention on you just sent chills down your spine.

When the professor starts to wrap up the end of today's lesson, you gather your things but out of the corner of your eye you see Sasha looking at you. When you turn to face her she looks down in front of her with a blush on her cheeks. Almost as if she’s been caught doing something she’s not supposed to. You fully turn your body towards her and give her a questioning look.

She says your name softly while still looking at the space in front of her before turning towards you abruptly with a twinkle in her eye. You were surprised she didn’t experience whiplash with how fast she turned her head, or how you didn’t fall out of your chair due to how much you flinched.

“I was wondering”, she leans forward towards you, not breaking eye contact nor did the bright excited smile on her face waver.

“Uh, yes?” you softly say. You tilt your head to the ground in embarrassment, noticing a few head turns your way because of how outspoken the auburn hair girl is in front of you.

“Well everyone at the party really seemed to like you. Including me!” her eyes light up as she follows up. “Sooo I was totally wondering if you’d like to join us this weekend!”. Her hands clasped yours, her eyes staring into yours exactly like if a dog was just given a brand new bone.

You silently praise the happiness that seems to flow in Sashas blood 24/7. You just don’t know how she does it.

“What are we going to be doing?” you questioned. If it involves any fraternity bullshit like last time you’re out.

“Okay sooo” she looks to the side as she drags out her words. “Some sorority girls and fraternity boys are going out to this super cool bar that like opened a week ago”. You deadpan. “And after uhh what day is it?” she stops her rambling and puts a finger on her chin in thought.

“Monday.” you answer.

Sasha looks at you like you hung the stars. “Yeah!”, her hand squeezes yours in excitement.

“After Saturday's party, everyone really wanted to have a good time again but in a smaller group so we all settled on going to the new bar.” Once Sasha finishes her rambling, she looks at you expectantly.

Her hands were still around yours softly as she was looking at you with wide, innocent, beaming eyes. You just couldn’t say no to her, but after the last time you tried to put yourself out there, tried to make friends, aka two days ago, it made you want to get hit by a car. Not so much that you die, but maybe give you a broken leg. A shiver runs down your spine as you remember the cold look the tall boy gave you when you made eye contact with you.

Yeah, going out was not on your plans for the week, or the week after, or the month after.

Shifting your eyes to look at the silently pleading girl in front of you was a bad, bad, decision.

“Uhh” your voice comes out shaky, you bite your body lip as some form of reassurance. “Sure..”.

Your chair tilts backwards a bit when the auburn haired girl practically jumps on you and gives you a big bear hug. She rubs her cheek on yours while repeatedly cheering yay.

As long as you made one person happy, you suppose it made you happy, too.

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You smash face first right into your bed, literally getting ready to sink right into it until you hear Mikasa call your name from the living room part of your dorm. You let out a big, long, dramatic groan before slowly getting up from your comfortable bed (which leaves you crying on the inside), then drag your feet to where Mikasa is.

You make your way to the couch, sitting cross legged and grabbing a pillow to hug. Mikasa was sitting beside you, her body faced towards yours.

“You holding up okay?” The black haired girl softly questions, her hand moving to your knee and rubbing soft circles with her thumb.

Thinking back to your class today, it was actually not that terrible. You suppose Sashas presence made a difference, like the whole world wasn’t mad at you over that one little incident on Saturday.

A smile graced your features when you replied “I’m doing okay.” And you meant it.

Mikasa's thumb continued to rub circles softly on your thigh.

You hear your phone start to ring from where you left it on your bed. You fought to keep the smile on your face as you excused yourself in front of Mikasa. You only have 2 people's number in your phone (as sad as that is), and Mikasa is well, right there. So if it’s not her, then it’s Jean…

Dread starts to pool in your stomach as each step leads you closer and closer to your phone. The regret of not answering Jean this morning really fucking made itself known in your throat. It felt as if you were going to throw up. And perhaps, if the nauseous feeling persisted, then you would.

Your hand shakily reached toward your phone once you were within reach. Your eyes moved to your wrist that was covered by the long sleeve shirt you were wearing, reminding you of the bruises that your boyfriend has left on you.

With one more deep breath, you finally press the button to return his call. You sucked in a breath as you immediately heard his booming voice.

“Where the fuck are you”, his loud voice practically breaks through the speakers of your phone. Instinctively, you flinch back at the sound of his voice.

“Oh..I..um”, you hate that you fumble over your words. You hate how your voice sounds like a newborn deer's wobbling legs, fighting to stand for the first time.

“Didn’t I tell you to come over?” Jean's words come out like a raspy growl, the sound of his voice feels like it’s scratching the inside of your ears, making them bleed. You just know he’s pissed off. You know that you pissed him off.

“I, uh, well, yeah but..” you try to get your words out as fast as possible, in fear that you’d make yourself sound stupid, or that you’d trip over your words.

“But what.” Jeans words come out like a silent challenge. Like they’re challenging you to go against him.

As you speak on the phone with him, you made a point to change into more presentable clothes and fix up your hair. “I had a lecture I had to attend” you softly say as you double check that you had everything. You swiftly move into the living room and glance at Mikasa, who was already looking at you with a questioning look on her face. You mouth “Jean” to her in hopes to slightly reassure any conclusions that she had come up with herself before leaving out the door of your dorm.

You hear Jean click his teeth on the phone before opening his mouth to say something, but you use that opportunity to cut him off.

“I’m on my way right now, Jean.” you contemplated if you should’ve called him a corny pet name like babe, or love, but you know if you even attempted, the names would feel rotten on your tongue.

The only response you get is the sound of beeping, signaling to you that he hung up.

You let out a shuddering breath, you didn’t know if it was from the breeze the October weather seemed to throw in your face or the fact you have to face Jean. Right now, either answer would suffice for you.

You grip the edge of your zip up hoodie with the ends of your fingers for some kind of support as you slowly make your way to his dormitory building. Even as you made your way inside of the warm building your body was still shaking. You know it was because you’d have to see Jean in probably 5 minutes but to offer some relief to yourself, you repeatedly tell yourself that it was the cold, autumn air.

The elevator doors open, telling you that you made it to your boyfriend's floor. You quickly walk over to his door while looking at the floor. Might as well get this over you mutter under your breath as you raise your fist to knock on the door in front of you.

To your surprise though, right as your fist was going to land, the door swung open and you saw the face of the light brunette haired man staring down at you. You immediately notice the way his eyes pierce through you, as if they’re trying to rip you apart from the inside out.

You close your eyes when he leans over you, fully expecting him to lay his hands on you in some type of way, but when you open your eyes, you see him looking over you. That was short-lived though, he swiftly pulled you into his dorm after he saw that the hallway outside was clear and slammed the door behind you.

You jump in place when you hear the sound of the door slamming against its hinges. You try to close your eyes and take deep breaths to stabilize yourself however that is also short-lived when you feel yourself getting harshly slammed into the door behind you.

The air out of your lungs gets knocked out of you, your eyes go wide in shock as the repulsive feeling spreads through your back.

Literally what the fuck.

His hands grip around your throat with a ruthless grip as he leans forward, nose to nose with you.

Your pitiful whimpers ring throughout the dormitory, you could laugh at how fucking useless you felt while clawing at his forearm in a fruitful attempt to get his hands off of you.

“So,” he rasps out condescendingly, “Slut yourself out to other fuckers at the party, huh?”. His face tilts to the side as he (quite rudely, in your humble opinion) accuses you of cheating.

You try, you really do, to try and throw out the word “no”, but due to the lack of air, it was quite a pathetic attempt. You settle for frantically shaking your head no.

That seems to satisfy the man in front of you, though, and with one last (quite petty, again, in your opinion) harsh thrash of your body against the door, he lets go and steps back.

You feel so fucking pathetic on the floor, taking big breaths of air as if you were put on this very earth to just open your mouth to take in generous amounts of air and look like a stupid fucking fish while doing so.

The light brunette haired man crouched down in front of you, just staring at you.

You squirmed around where you sat against the wall, frantically looking anywhere, anywhere but him.

“Come”, he stands up and makes his way to the kitchen, automatically expecting you to follow him. And you do.

“Sit”, he commands you.

And you do. You sit down on the stool that was halfway beneath the kitchen island.

The both of you are silent. Jean makes his way around the kitchen island and near the cabinets, he grabs a glass cup and pours tap water. The sound of the water hitting the inside of the cup sounded throughout the entirety of the dorm, it was eerie if anything.

Your eyebrows slightly raise and your body goes stiff when you see that he slid the cup of water towards you. You feel pressured to take a sip when you see him leaning on the island, just looking at you, expecting you to drink it.

After you take a sip, you place the cup in front of you while never releasing your grip from it. The glass in your hands shakes, the water swishing from side to side.

He calls out your name, in the same tone a parent would as if they’re disappointed in you. You look up at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to expect.

“You know”, he sighs and looks down at his interlocked fingers. “You know I love you, right?”, he’s still looking down at his fingers, you couldn’t see his expression from where you sit.

Your mouth goes agape at the sudden confession. You had no clue where it came from, especially with how he just treated you. Realizing that he was waiting for you to answer, you quickly mutter a quick, soft, yes.

He raises his head at this, to look at you straight into your eyes.

The eye contact makes you nervous, even though he's gazing at you with no current malice in his eyes, you can’t help but feel unsettled.

Before you can even register his movement, you feel his hand softly caressing your cheek. You can’t remember the last time he has touched you so softly, so…lovingly. You shift in your chair to properly face him and look him in the eye, you see that he’s standing in front of you, still looking at you.

“I don’t mean to hurt you,” his voice comes out like a soft whisper. Even though you should, you don’t feel comforted. Not one bit. And that frightens you. “I just get so,” he stops for a moment to ponder what he should say next. To try and find the right words. “Irritated. I get irritated.” You direct your gaze at the floor and bite your lip.

So many thoughts are running through your head right now. Why? Why is he being so nice to you after fucking calling you nothing but degrading names for the past few months. Why is he suddenly changing now?

Does he regret how he treats you?

Every single thought that runs through your head makes you want to cry. You feel the tears threaten to spill out and you thank god that Jean can’t see your face right now. You have a feeling that you probably look disgusting right now.

He says your name to get your attention before continuing, “I just want you to listen to me. You’re the girl that I love, and I know how people are. If you go out, if you go to those stupid parties, people will do nothing but use you. If you happen to make any friends, they just want to hurt you”.

He removes the hand that was lightly caressing your cheek. He crouches down in front of you, his hands now resting on both of your knees, rubbing soft, smooth circles on them.

“I know what’s best for you, okay?” he looks at you as he states his feelings.

You, on the other hand, don’t know what to feel. You have so many conflicting emotions running through your body that it feels as if you were going to explode any second now. You couldn’t help the tears that ran down your cheeks, or the sniffle that left your nose. Was he finally going to treat you better?

“Okay..” You stutter out. You rest your hands on top of his and bite your lip once more.

You suddenly felt tired, just of everything. You couldn’t handle such a fast change in one day. In one hour.

“Follow me, baby. It’s been a while since we laid down together, yeah?” Jean stands up and walks towards his bedroom, leaving no room for arguments.

You slowly get up from where you sit, you notice that your legs are still somewhat shaking from earlier, as well as your hands.

Somewhere in your subconscious, you knew following him into his bedroom wasn’t a good idea. It was too late, however, when you found yourself laying down next to him, stiffly resting in his arms.

“I miss this, I miss you” his voice is muffled against your head. Right now, your face is squished into his chest while his arm is slung over your waist, both of your legs are entangled with one another.

You wish so fucking much that you can say you felt at peace right now and mean it, but you can’t. Every touch the man leaves on you makes you feel rigid, his touch leaves a burning sensation on your skin that makes you want to ball up and die.

You were so confused. You love Jean, so why does he make you feel this way?

You feel the burning sensation under your chin now, you immediately dart your eyes to where you see Jean. His thumb and pointer finger rest under your chin to tilt your head up and look at him. You feel as if you’re stuck in place when you see him lean into you, and eventually lock his lips with yours.

You could throw up right now.

The light brunette haired man moved his lips at a faster pace against yours. It was as if he didn’t care about whether you were enjoying the kiss or not. You feel his tongue prodding your lowing lip, silently demanding entrance into your mouth. You gasp at the feeling, and he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth.

Your senses quickly come back to you and you shove Jean with enough strength to separate both of your lips. You hastily move your body away from him to put breathing room between the both of you.

“I..I think I should” you stammer out.

You didn’t have a chance to finish your sentence, nor was given any opportunity to move. Jean roughly grabbed the back of your head and slammed your lips into his once more. You can feel the brutality of his lips against yours, it felt as if multiple needles were stabbing into your lips at once.

Tears start to protrude at the corner of your eyes, one blink could instantly make them fall out.

You take in a big gasp of air when he finally relents the attack on your lips and moves on to your neck. With the new position, you have more freedom to push him away but his grip on your waist was too strong. You felt so fucking hopeless and trapped.

“Jean I...I need to go” your voice comes out as a sob. You don’t know why you were crying, but you didn’t like any of this. You don’t like the feeling of his lips on your body, you don’t like the feeling of his hand on your waist. He was supposed to make you feel protected, so why do you feel like every touch of his hurts you.

“Shut the fuck up” he growls out against the skin on your neck.

You really wanted to just die right now.

Your fight or flight senses kick in when you feel his large hands grope your chest. In a panicked manner, you remove your leg from under him and kick him right in the stomach. The sound of his grunt leaves a sinking feeling in your stomach. You quickly dismiss whatever pain you inflicted on Jean and stumble off the bed.

As soon as you reach the door handle of his bedroom though, his arm encircles your waist and slams you against the wall next to the door.

Spit flies out of your mouth once your back hits the hard wall. You wouldn’t be surprised if the back of your head was bleeding right now.

A choked wail leaves your lips, a gut wrenching feeling makes home in your stomach. Your head instantly looks down to see his fist right in your stomach. The only conclusion you can come to is that…

He punched you right in the stomach.

“You fucking ungrateful bitch” Jean spits out with a snarl on his face. His calloused hand roughly grabs your wrist to pin you to the wall. He leaned in too close for comfort before raging on, “you think anybody else but me would put up with you?”

Your lips quiver and tears flow down your cheeks. Your wrists start to ache because of the unforgiving grip the man before you has on them.

“I mean just look at you,” he scoffs. He looks you up and down, slowly analyzing every part of your body. You squirm in place, trying to get away from him. The mere action of him looking at you makes you feel like absolutely shit. Like you're worth nothing. “You look fucking disgusting. You’re lucky to have found me.”

You notice a glint in his eye, it’s like he views himself as some being that’s above you. And as of now, you feel as if that’s your reality. Everytime you’re with him, you feel so helpless and weak.

“Leave me alone,” you choked out, your words barely comprehensible due to the sounds of your sniffling and sobbing.

He removes his hand from your wrist to slap your face, the sound of a smack rings in the air.

“Get the fuck out my face. I can’t stand to see your disgusting pathetic face in front of me anymore”.

And you do.

You never once looked back to your boyfriends dormitory building. If you did, you knew that you’d throw up at the sight of it.

—-

When you return back into your own dorm you instantly notice that Mikasa’s shoes aren't present, meaning that she must be out. That’s better for you, at least you can cry in peace now. You love Mikasa to death but after that, you just want to be alone.

You bitterly kick off your shoes and go towards the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. You look into the mirror to examine how you look and just wow, you bitterly smile to yourself. You look like shit, just what you expected.

You unzip your jacket and throw it to the floor defeatedly, next, you take off your shirt which leaves you in your bra. You inwardly cringe at the purple bruise that’s already forming near the bottom of your stomach. In all honesty, you’re glad that Jean has enough common sense to leave a bruise where it’s not noticeable. It would be such a pain in the ass if people were to come up to you, pestering you about every single bruise that danced across your skin.

Your hands rest on the bruise that is forming on your stomach while taking in the time to really look at yourself. Jean was right, you do look disgusting.

Who the hell would want you when you look like this. Every other girl on campus had a perfect body, a perfect smile, voluminous hair, they had everything you didn’t. You laugh at the thought that you’d be lucky if people even considered you human.

One of your hands still rests against the bruise while the other travels along your body, inspecting every single imperfection you could find. And damn, there was a lot.

All you could do now was hopelessly cry to yourself. Why the hell were you so…you?

Why couldn’t you be born to be someone else, someone more perfect?

You feel weak as you lift your arm to the door to unlock it. Every step you made towards your bedroom felt heavy, like you’d sink into the floor at any given moment.

When you arrive at your room, you instantly change into something comfier and finally, finally, face plant into your bed. You shift around so every single blanket that was laid across your bed was smothering you, barely leaving you any room to breathe. Right then and there you wish to sink into your bed and never return. That would be a greater future for you than living.

As time passes while you rot in bed, sleep soon overtakes you.

—-

You straight away notice the moonlight seeping through your window when you wake up. You rub your eyes in a futile attempt to get your eyesight less blurry before looking around your surroundings. You notice the big lump of blankets on the bed opposite of you, and you come to the conclusion that Mikasa has returned.

You contemplate going back to sleep or getting a glass of water, but when you tried to lay back down, your throat instantly disagreed with you. Whatever.

When you get into the kitchen your eyes notice the time shining on the clock that was displayed on the oven. Your eyes practically bulge out of your head when you see that it is 1:34am. Holy shit.

Wait.

Wait…

You had another lecture today that was held in the evening.

Maybe taking a nap on a busy highway was your life purpose.

You silently curse to yourself. Fuck fuck fuck. You never missed a class on purpose, actually, this was the first time you actually did so. You swiftly turn around, glass of water be damned and speedily stomped your way to your macbook to type an email to your professor.

Your fingers hurriedly pressed against the keys of your computer. You sighed in relief when you finally sent the email making up some bullshit excuse saying that you were sick.

If your dorm happened to blow up you wouldn’t even flinch in the slightest, not after today's events.

—-

It was now Thursday. After the last few days, let’s just say you looked and felt like shit. You barely ate any meals unless Mikasa went out of her way to serve you any meals in bed. Which was rare due to her busy schedule with classes and handling any sorority business. Your lips were chapped due to dehydration but to make yourself feel better you just say that they’re chapped due to the autumn air.

If you weren’t at any of your lectures then you were holed up in your room, burrowed underneath your mountain of blankets.

Mikasa, obviously expressed her concern. And you felt bad about lying to her, saying you were just under the weather when really your shitty boyfriend was the cause behind your behavior.

She didn’t believe you, at all. Every time you said that you were “sick”, disbelief was written all across her face.

Before you gave her a chance to answer, though, you always turned away and dismissed her, avoiding any further questions or comments.

It was bad, you were bad.

And of course, the view on your body was also bad.

Late at night whenever Mikasa was sleeping, you sneakily crept into the bathroom to view yourself in the mirror. Every time you do so, Jeans words rung through your head like a mantra. You can’t help but think his words held some truth to them.

If they didn’t, then why didn’t anyone have any romantic interest in you before Jean, why were you always excluded from everybody? You know you weren’t the most extroverted but still, just what was wrong with you?

Every single day those questions repeat in your head. Every single day since Monday it has been a constant battle to not just break down crying.

Now though, you had something to do. You had to speak to your professor, his office hours were today and you’d be damned if you miss it. You vowed to yourself since the beginning of the year to not fall behind on your studies. Jean can ruin a lot of things for you but not your devotion to your studies.

Speaking to someone that wasn’t Mikasa was hard, but you had time to mentally prepare yourself on the walk there.

As of right now, you are currently wearing a hoodie and sweats to hide your body. It was a bit informal to speak to your teacher in this kind of attire but Jeans words did leave an impact on you, as much as you hate to admit it.

Looking around, you bask in the cold air. You take deep breaths to stabilize yourself, to try and etch away the burning feeling in your throat. Maybe you should’ve drank some water before leaving your dorm…

When you finally enter the doors to the lecture hall, you immediately notice that you weren’t the only one present in the room excluding your professor.

“The both of you are finally here.” your teacher's voice sounds throughout the room, the echo prominent against your ears.

A small confused sound leaves your lips.

Your professor, Mr. Ackerman, says your full name, introducing you to the other male in the room.

“And this is Eren Yeager”, Mr. Ackerman states.

You turn your head to look at the boy standing beside you, but slightly jump back when you see his eyes are already on you.

Your heart drops to your ass a second time. Or a third time. Or a fourth. Who’s counting at this point.

It finally clicked in your brain where you know this guy from.

He’s the same one from the party on Saturday.

Yup. Okay. Whatever.

If this was God's way of making fun of you then he wins. You are waving the white flag right fucking now. First Jean, then him. What next? What could possibly be next.

Mr. Ackerman crosses his arms as he leans against his desk.

“Both of you were tardy from my class Monday”. He says sternly, looking at the both of you. If looks could kill, you’d be on fire right now, you think.

“Monday, there was an important partner project that was assigned”, he huffed.

You could tell he didn’t want to be here as much as you did.

Next to you, you hear the taller boy next to you grumble under his breath.

“So. I think the only reasonable thing to do is make the two of you be partners for this project. Given that, everybody else is already paired with someone”, Mr. Ackerman declared.

Oh.

Oh.

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[zoozvie]

Imagine // Levi makes you tea

You hate black tea. It’s way too bitter and Levi doesn’t make it with any sugar. But when it’s late in the mess hall and you two are leaning into each other's space to softly discuss your pasts, stupid things you’ve seen your higher-ups do, or complaining about the workload the recruits are bringing you. Levi makes it for you.

So you’ll drink every last drop.

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[lucysarah-c]

My friend and I had a blast discussing the idea of the "bad boy," and I feel both guilty and not guilty about it. She was surprised when Levi described Kuchel as "elegant" or when he seemed to care about "appearances." I explained to her that, as far as I remember, Isayama said Levi wore a cravat because he found it "elegant."

"…that's a bit silly when you really think about it,"

"I know… it's like when someone becomes wealthy and they believe that wearing oversized Gucci logos somehow elevates their status."

It was a somewhat harsh statement, but we chuckled about it for hours.

[daisynik7]

Any smutty headcanon you want about Eren pleeease, I’m in a brainrot for him rn and Iooove how you portray him. I should study for my exam but this is definitely better ilyyyy

Author’s Notes: Sorry this took a while! I hope your exam went well and I hope you enjoy these smutty headcanons for everyone’s favorite: Frat Boy!Eren. I can never get enough of him! ily too nonnie! thanks for the request. 😘

Frat Boy!Eren is as stereotypical as they come. He walks around campus in his letters and backwards baseball cap, a smug grin on his face whenever he walks by a group of girls, head following them as they pass, checking them out. 

Frat Boy!Eren is obnoxious in the library, surrounded by his bros, doing the bare minimum to be quiet as they snicker loudly, tossing crumpled pieces of paper at each other. Eventually, the librarian comes to scold them, but, as usual, he works his charm, apologizing with his sweet smile and emerald eyes, enough to get off with only a warning. 

Frat Boy!Eren is the life of the party. He’s the self-proclaimed frat star of his brotherhood, always the first to get things started with a round of shots. How does that saying go? Beer before liquor makes you sicker, liquor before beer you’re in the clear? Well, he takes that to heart, downing shots of cheap vodka first, then moving on to shotgunning beers, which, of course, he’s the fastest at. And it’s not a party without a keg stand. He does it with ease, Connie and Jean on either side of him, chanting, “Drink, motherfucker, drink!” as he hangs upside down, chugging it. 

Frat Boy!Eren sobers up outside, inhaling the crisp night air into his nostrils. He spots you, the shy girl from one of his classes, standing on the other side of the balcony. Looking as cute and innocent as ever. And, as his reputation precedes him, Frat Boy!Eren adores virgins. He wants to be the one to corrupt you. 

Frat Boy!Eren approaches you, breath heavy with liquor, whispering in your ear, “What’s a sweet girl like you doing here?” And when you reject his advances, claiming he’s too drunk to even get it up, he chuckles, saying, “If I’m sober the next time you see me, do you promise to let me fuck you?”

And while you’re usually not attracted to assholes like Frat Boy!Eren, something about him arouses you, aside from his obvious good looks. Maybe it’s the way he thinks he’s got you figured out, when in reality, he has no idea what he’s getting himself into. 

So, as promised, the next time you see Frat Boy!Eren, he’s sober for the first time at a party, waiting for you to approach him. When you find him, you immediately drag him to the closest bedroom upstairs, locking the door, hungry for his cock. He lays his head back against the pillows, arms resting behind his head, watching as you strip naked for him, rubbing your clit eagerly. When you sink down on his throbbing dick, he moans. “Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight.”

“You like this sweet, virgin cunt, don’t you?” you tease him, rocking your hips back and forth. Frat Boy!Eren nods, eyes shut in ecstasy, hands gripped to your waist, bouncing you on his lap. His thrusts quicken, your ass smacking on his thighs lewdly. And with your mouth sucking on his ear lobe, you whisper to him, “Fill me up. Breed me.”

And Frat Boy!Eren shouldn’t be turned on by this. In fact, he should be totally freaked out. He’s too young to be a daddy! But as you squeeze around his cock, milking him for everything he’s worth, he can’t help but want to do exactly what you tell him. He shoots his load inside you, too fucking intoxicated by your wet pussy to pull out. He reaches for your clit, rubbing it with his thumb, and soon enough, you’re creaming around him, your combined mess slowly spilling onto his lap. He doesn’t panic about coming inside you, because as you cuddle in bed, you reveal to him with a small laugh that you’re actually on birth control. However, he does panic at how okay he is with it even if you weren’t. Or how happy he is to be snuggled in your arms. 

Frat Boy!Eren doesn’t do relationships. But with you, he’ll make an exception. 

[girlunknownsblog]

How long did it take him to kiss you for the first time ?

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Eren Jäeger : He waited about 1 month after becoming his gf/bf. I think he waited to make sure you were sincere. The kiss was passionate and sincere.

Armin Arlet : We all know that Armin is very shy. You kissed after 3 months of relationship, he was all red and embarrassed. His kisses are tender, shy and sincere.

Jean Kirschtein : Jean is a passionate boy, he cares about you like his life. He is so in love with you that you kissed after 1 week of relationship. His kisses are passionate and languorous.

Levi Ackerman : Levi has big trust issues that's nothing new. He kissed your cheek then after 5 months of relationship he finally kissed you on the mouth.

Erwin Smith : Erwin is very confident, but a gentleman. He kissed you after 2 weeks together, that was gentle and sincere.

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Hello, little note to revive the imagination.

The continuation of the series on marriage is coming very soon.

[geckoomoria]

Unforgettable - Sam monroe x Reader drabble

i literally love this guy sm i have to write about him 24/7

mention of smoking, bullying , fantasizing about sexual things , kissing , sam and reader have a crush on eachother

enjoy cuties !!♥︎

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Saturday August 21th

approx 9:05 pm

IT WAS A LATE SUMMER NIGHT in your little hometown, the breeze blowing against your face as you walked across the board walk overlooking the ocean.

The wind blows through your clothes and it makes your legs shiver a little.

As much as this pretty little town seemed like a dream , you hated its residents. The neighbours who put on a face just to please each other , the neighbours who call each other friends but backbite all the time about those same “friends”.

Everyone was so fake…. Well everyone except a few certain people.

You take a seat on the edge of the board walk and watch as the moonlight gleams into the water.

You’d come here often to get away from the town and the people living there , it was like a breath of fresh air.

You were given a small taste of life , real living felt like this.

suddenly the smell of smoke came from behind you, at first you thought someone decided to have a late barbecue tonight but as you turned your head

a young boy around your age with dark blackish blue hair , baggy clothes , piercings evident on his ears , and guyliner had a cigarette in his mouth. He stood above you watching the ocean as well.

The sudden sight of him caught you so off guard you screamed and even almost fell into the water but luckily you grabbed the wooden pole of the boardwalk. His reply to your scream? he screamed as-well.

“AH WHAT THE FUCK! WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?”

“IM SORRY , YOU JUST APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE”

“SO YOU SCREAMED??”

“ANY SANE PERSON WOULD!”

“WHAT SANE PERSON GIVES SOMEONE A HEART ATTACK!?”

He basically started choking on the cigarette from how your scream startled him

You recognized the dark haired boy as Sam Monroe , he went to your school and was in your grade but you’ve never really spoken to him.

He didn’t have the greatest reputation, always getting in some sort of trouble , jocks would pick on him sometimes for his choice of style but he didn’t care much. There was even rumours of him buying drugs.

He also happens to be your little hallway crush.

Even if everyone thought those things, you thought Sam was the coolest. One of those not-fake people you thought about earlier.

after the two of you catch your breath from the screaming match you just had , you couldn’t help but start to giggle.

You bring your knees to your chest and start trying your hardest to cover the laugh attack you were surely going to have.

Sam takes a seat right next to you , dangling his feet off the board walk right above the ocean water. “Oh so now its funny huh? attempting to kill me” he says through a little smile on his cute face.

“a little” you say holding up your thumb and index finger close together. Sam takes a long drag on his cigarette and then puts it out.

“Yeah yeah laugh it up Y/n but you dont see me thinking you almost falling into the water funny , do you?” his voice laced with sarcasm but thats not what had you stumped , its the fact that he just said your name.

“how do you know my name?” you ask curiously with your eyebrows raised and head tilted , his face goes a bright hue of red instantly.

“uh i- i uh just know you know? you’re not easy to forget” he attempts to explain as he nervously fiddles with his fingers avoiding eye contact with you.

You find yourself leaning closer to Sam “oh? meaningg?” , “meaning i think you’re real unforgettable.”

this time he looks deep into your eyes as he speaks, the blue shades of his glistens so bright , even his eye makeup couldn’t cover it. They shine so breathtakingly. it completely hypnotized you.

Smiling while the silence engulfs you two , you look off into the moon staring at its brightening figure. you decide to ask Sam a question thats been on your mind.

“Do you wanna stay here like forever?”

The blue eyed boy continues to stare at you , wondering where a question like this could possibly stem from.

“In this town?” you nod in response. “ nah , i mean exploring sounds real fun you know , checking out all the different countries and what they have to offer”

“offer?”

“yeah offer like what things i can daydream about when im not there, unforgettable things i can be in awe of”

you liked his thinking of travelling the world, it did have so much to offer.

His response also made your heart flutter , didn’t he just call you unforgettable? You feel the corners of your lips lifting up, he looked so cute all red earlier , it just made you wanna tease him again.

“Ahh so does that mean you daydream about me too?”

Sam looks at you and once again , he starts blushing. but not just on the fact that you just called him out but also that it triggered a certain daydream he had about you not too long ago.

He reminisces about how nice it was to hold you in his arms , kiss your sweet honey-like lips , stretch his hands all over your pretty body and call you his.

but then again it was just a daydream. (for now😈)

Sam could feel his body heat rising just thinking about fake scenarios involving you , he zones out momentarily but comes back to his senses as you call his name.

“Sam? Sammm?” you ask waving your hands in front of his face trying to catch his attention

“sor-sorry got distracted” , “hm , thinking bout me?” Your teasing words were going to be the death of him.

Sam cant hold back anymore , he needs you now. He HAS to kiss you right this very second.

He leans in closer , closing the minimal gap between the two of you , your breath hitches as he whispers against your lips.

“Can i please kiss you?”

“say please” you voices calls out quietly, you wanted him just as much too but it was more fun this way.

he whines out a cry of silent desperation “please”

you initiate the kiss but he’s the one taking full control.

He kisses your lips like a starved man , both of his hands holding your face , on each side of your upper jaw

you interlock your fingers into the back of his dyed hair and continue kissing him like theres nothing else in the world important to you.

The kissing intensifies between you and Sam , neither of you wanted to let go.

The moment between you is broken minutes later as you pull back from each-others lips and catch your breaths , still in the same position.

“So uh- does this mean i can have your number?” he says , crystal blue eyes locked onto your E/C ones.

you chuckle at his words,

“thought you’d never ask Monroe”.

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man i love my boyfriend Sam😇

i literally opened my window last night to get into the vibe of writing this and got my dumbass sick😭😭

i follow back guys😓

leave literally anything in my question box thingy it makes me feel like a guest on the jimmy Fallon show

love u all mwah 💞

[cptnleviackerman]

jean kirstein boyfriend texts

content - f!reader(reader is referred to as a gir), modern au, college au, alcohol mention, jean gets jealous, period mention+cramps, drunk jean

[brave-and-gentle]

Girl dad!Jean Kirstein - Happy Birthday Edition

In celebration of our man's birthday!

Pairings: Jean x afab! reader

Summary: Modern AU - You find out that you and Jean are unexpectedly going to be parents, and the baby is due on Jean's birthday.

Warnings: None, this is a continuation of super wholesome girl dad Jean

EB's Notes: I wish I could've fully fleshed this out, but alas, I'm working on two fics so a bulleted list is the best I can give rn <3 also I don't know what it's like to be pregnant or give birth so?? I did my best?? Plz enjoy and celebrate our Jean boy!

It's September when you find out that you're pregnant. One missed period isn't a big deal, but two? That plus how your stomach swirls every morning. You can't keep anything down until mid-afternoon. You silently blame the Fourth of July rager Eren threw every year. You and Jean had never been the patriotic type, but you two enjoyed the party (maybe a little too much thanks to Connie handing you drinks all night) and got a little careless after the night's festivities.

One night when Jean comes home from work, you decide to tell him. “Um, Jean?” Lacking words, you hold out the pregnancy test. Your hands shake. You had talked about having kids together, but it was always some distant future, certainly not now. He takes the stick and stares at it for what seems like forever. You wonder if you have to explain to him that it's a pregnancy test – is he really that dense? But then he looks up, hazel eyes glowing in the sunset streaking through the windows, and wraps you in his arms. “It's going to be okay, no matter what we do,” he whispers and kisses the top of your head. “I know it's not great timing and I'm not sure I'll ever really feel ready,” you begin, voice trembling, “but I think I want this. A baby. With you.” Jean leans down to press his forehead to yours. “Then I think we're going to have an adventure,” he grins.

Jean is overjoyed when you two find out that the baby is due in early April. “Do you think they'll be born on my birthday?” He asks, excitement rippling through his six-foot-two frame as he stares at the sonogram. You roll your eyes. “I didn't realize you could tolerate sharing a birthday with anyone.” Jean made a big deal about his birthday every year – mostly because he wanted to see what you would come up with for him. “Anything for our little one,” he affirms and caresses your slight bump.

Jean is the perfect partner to have a baby with – almost too perfect. It's almost irritating how much he dotes on you, but you remind yourself that he's doting on the baby too - “Baby K” or “little one,” he calls them interchangeably. He supplies you with all kinds of ginger snacks for morning sickness, researches all the baby stuff you'll need, asks a million questions at every appointment, gives you a massage every night, and takes over the majority of the household chores. Connie and Sasha tease that they never see him anymore because he's “whipped for two.”

You start to feel contractions on the evening of April 6th. Frantic, Jean calls the doctor, who says to wait until they're closer together. Neither of you fall asleep that night – you simply lie in bed, counting the minutes between contractions together. In the wee hours of April 7th, you decide it's time. Jean carries you to the car, packs the hospital bag, and hyperventilates all the way there. “For god's sake Jean, we're not even there yet!”

For all his hyperventilating in the car, Jean manages to calm down once your contractions and labor pains ramp up. It's pain unlike anything you've ever experienced – like someone is twisting all your organs together and rearranging them. All modesty is out the window. With so much sweat sliding down your body, you throw off the hospital gown and are stark naked in front of Jean and the nurses. Jean holds you hand the entire time and rubs your sweat-slicked back as you contort yourself into any position that will get the baby out as fast as possible. “C'mon baby, you're doing great! Almost there, almost there!” He encourages with confidence, but his face is as pale as the hospital bed sheets. You know Jean well enough to know that on the inside, he's border line having a panic attack.

You let out one final scream, one final push, and ear-piercing cries fill the room. “You have a baby girl!” The nurse announces and places your daughter on your chest. She's covered in all kinds of fluid and is screaming so loud your ears ache, but you don't care. You cradle her in awe that she's this little combination of you and Jean that will someday grow into her own. Jean pulls closer and wraps his arm around you and places his hand on your daughter's back. His entire hand is almost bigger than her. “She's so small,” he whispers. His earthy hazel eyes begin misting.

When Jean holds his daughter for the first time, his misty eyes give way to a rainstorm. “I can't believe we have a daughter – we made an entire human,” he blubbers and snuggles her close. “Don't forget who did most of the work,” you groan and roll over on your side to watch the two loves of your life. Jean lowers your daughter from his chest to gaze down at her. His eyes light up. “Hey babe, look, I think she's got my face!” You laugh because sure enough, she does have a longer face than most babies you've seen.

When the nurse takes your daughter to get cleaned up, Jean nibbles your ear. Heat flushes your face. “So when do you think we can -” You bat him away. “Don't even think about, Kirstein.” “C'mon babe, I'm starved!” He pleads. “NO. You don't even want to see my pussy right now, it's wrecked.” Jean crosses his arms. “I'll have you know that I saw everything, probably more than you did, and I still want your pussy. But alright alright, maybe in a month or so. Maybe we could make another one. . .” He trails off and grins. You widen your eyes. “If she's got your attitude? We stop with her,” you counter. “But,” Jean says, “if she's like you? We should have three more.” You groan and throw a pillow at him.

A few hours later, Connie, Sasha, and Marco come parading in with chocolate cupcakes. “When I asked Nicolo to make cupcakes for your birthday, I didn't realize there would be two birthdays,” Sasha laughs and hands a cupcake to Jean, who wolfs it down in one hand while cradling your daughter in the other. “More importantly,” Marco says and hands you a cupcake, “congratulations. I'm glad everything went well.” You grin and take the cupcake. “Thanks Marco.” Jean grabs another cupcake and holds it in the air. “To you,” he says your name, “for giving me the best birthday present I could've ever asked for.” Tears shimmer in his eyes again. Your heart blossoms at the sight of your best friends all here for you. “Who knew Jean boy was such a cry baby,” Connie mutters and munches on his cupcake. “Ouch!” He cries as Sasha hits him on the head. “Happy birthday Jean,” you laugh and roll your eyes because you know for the rest of your life, he's going to be insufferable about how great it is to share a birthday with his daughter. “You're never getting one like this again.”

[chinchillaerwin]

We have to talk about the fact that after the war Levi prefers the cowgirl position for sex because otherwise his knee hurts.

What about sitting on his face for the same reason?

OH MY GOD🥵🥵🥵

[arminsumi]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ CONFESSION

badboy!goth!Eren x innocent!fem!reader ♪

You and Eren attend the same church. After mass, you find yourself tempted into a confessional booth with him.

⚠️Cws; mdni, SMUT, sacrilege, religious themes (Catholic), 🌶️🚨this some nastyyy smut, very unholy smut, sacrilege + sinning kink, light humiliation kink, corruption kink, 'slut' and 'angel' nicknames, lowkey bruising (thighs, tight gripping), size kink, unholy dirty talk, defloration, blowjob (deepthroating), unprotected sex (creampie), semi-public sex (in a church's confessional booth), implied clothed sex

Wc; 4.2k

Eren was that boy who all the church moms frowned upon and forbade their daughters from talking to. To them, he was the example of a soul corrupted by sin. They upturned their noses and looked away, appalled, when he had the audacity to sit a Sunday morning mass.

But all their daughters secretly crushed on him. How could they not? He was devilishly handsome. Brooding eyes. Gothic style. Long hair. Black nails. He was audacious, hypocritical, shameless, provocative – offensive, even, with a silver cross dangling from his neck.

Some mothers gossiped and debated him. Was he attending out of mockery? Was he absorbing even a shred of the Bible as it came from the preacher's lips? His interlocked fingers and wide-spread legs repulsed them. They called his heavy-eyed stare 'soulless'. To them, he was the serpent that they needed to protect their Eves from.

"There he is again!" Your mother frowned, turning away from her friend. "He's just standing there, what is someone like him doing standing around a church for? He has to be a creep!"

You walked into said church. Mass was just about to start. Eren gave you a long, desirous look-over. You wanted to smile at him but had to do it discretely under your mother's speculating gaze.

"G-good morning..." you greeted him shyly. "Morning." he replied in his deep, trilling voice.

You made sure to walk as slowly as possible past him so he could get a good look, which wasn't as surreptitious an action to him as you thought; nothing could be put past Eren's attention. He sniffed out your crush on him long ago. He knew very well the effect he had on innocent girls like you.

"Quickly, quickly, Y/n, why did you walk so slowly past that creep? You know he's been eyeing you out since you got out of the car." your mother furrowed her brows at you. You shrugged. "Never mind, did you bring my scarf – thank you, angel. Let's follow inside."

You shuffled into church with the rest of the people. Your mother was complaining about your skirt being too short, and your shirt being wrinkled; meanwhile your skirt reached knee-length, and your shirt was freshly ironed this morning. She fussed with your clothes, insisting that they somehow tainted your pure image. She didn't want her little angel looking enticing to any lurking devils.

She just about choked from shock and repulsion when she saw Eren was behind you. Everyone was lining up at the holy water font to dot the symbol of the cross on their body with their fingers. You looked back at Eren very briefly and flashed him a smile. He paid you an interested look in response, slightly smirking back. Your heart palpitated excitedly. Mother aggressively grabbed your shoulder and forced you to look straight ahead. "Don't look at him." she hissed, "Listen to me, angel, I don't want you associating with people like him, alright?" you nodded obediently.

Eren was smirking while eavesdropping on you and your mother.

He waited for the two of you to move ahead, walking languidly in succession, and came to a brief stop at the holy water font. Like you, he dipped his fingers in and made the sign of the cross. But unlike you, he did it nonchalantly and lamely, like how one might do the action of plucking a stray hair from their clothes.

A fluttering excitement rose in many girls hearts when the man their mothers disapproved of sauntered into view. When he kneeled to the statue of Christ, he bore his dark eyes up at it. The mothers scrunched their noses at him. They couldn't be completely blamed for regarding Eren so lowly; anyone witnessing someone dressed in funeral-like attire at a cheery Sunday mass would think that their kneel to Christ was a deliberate act of mockery.

You struggled to keep your gaze lowered when Eren walked past the row you were seated in with your mother. His cologne wafted across to you, setting your already smoldering soul aflame with desire. You only glanced up once, just once, but you met his eyes; and that small moment created a tension between you and Eren to last the entirety of the Mass, despite him being sat far behind you.

Though you were unbearably tempted to look behind your left shoulder, you kept your eyes fixed on the sight of your rosary draped over your fingers, hands folded on your closed bible.

When you spread it open, your bookmark wedged in between the pages of Psalms immediately caught your attention. You hadn't opened it since your last attendance to Catechism, when you left it on an empty seat to quickly shuffle through your bag. What was scribbled on your bookmark made your heart pang excitedly; poor handwriting spelled out:

Care to meet up in the confessional booth next Sunday after mass? ♥️ Eren

The stale silence of the church was punctured by the preacher's reverberating voice, but you didn't hear a word of what he was preaching.

You gave in and shot a look behind your left shoulder. Eren was sat a few rows behind you, his eyes unwavering from the preacher. He could feel that you were looking at him, so he smirked. You looked at him until he removed his attention from the preacher and put it on you instead. Such a languid, sweeping movement of his brooding eyes.

Communicating during mass wasn't an idea that your mind dared to trespass on, not for fear of earning concerned glances from others, but for fear of being condemned by your mother besides you.

In that moment, however, she was fully absorbed in what the preacher was saying. Completely absorbed. You wouldn't have been surprised if she ignored the sound of someone being murdered in the courtyard right then. So you gutsily flashed your bookmark at Eren, smiling shyly, to communicate to him that you got the message.

He cockily wettened his lips and flicked his brows up at you in response. Then he slid down his seat in a deliberately comedic way to amuse you. Everyone thought him to be such an intimidating menace, but there he was; putting a humored smile on your face. He thought you looked so pure – too pure. He wanted to taint that purity, it's all the thought about during mass.

The preacher called for a moment of silent prayer, and you turned your attention away from Eren. Following suit with the others, Eren closed his eyes and bowed his head in prayer, thinking hard about the image of your legs spread wide for him.

In his mind, he was stood leaned up against the confessional booth wall. Your innocent gaze was fixed up at him adoringly while you were on your knees for him.

This fantasy intensified as mass went on, while the preacher melodiously spoke. Eren stared at the back of your head, his eyes were roaming hungrily over any bit of you that was in sight; your shoulders, your hair, your neck – the cross clasped around it. He wouldn't have been surprised if hell opened up beneath him right then and swallowed him whole for his filthy thoughts.

Mass felt like it dragged on for you and Eren, since all you and him anticipated was embracing together in the confessional booth. While everyone else rose from their seats and slowly left the church one by one, you two remained behind. You excused yourself to your mother, saying that you wanted to go to confession after praying a little longer. She was so happy to hear that, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Before leaving, she scowled at Eren a few rows behind you, who pretended to be readying himself to leave. "Don't you talk to him behind my back... I expect you to be home in time for dinner." she warned.

You nodded obediently. As soon as the church was vacated and quiet, you and Eren came to each other. He smirked and teased you, "Hey sinner. Mind if I come to confession with you?" he asked, just to be sure sure that you wanted this. You nodded eagerly. Eren almost felt bad because of how cute and neat you looked today – he was going to destroy that.

Soon you found yourselves giggling into a confessional booth. No priest was on the other side.

"My mother doesn't want me talking to you..." you told Eren in a hushed voice.

"How surprising." he replied sarcastically. "And why, pray tell, is that?"

"Because... because she said that she doesn't want me going to confession more than I already do..."

"Oh... really?" Eren looked at you both desirously and amusedly. "Tell me, what kind of sins is someone like you repenting for?"

"Many sins..." you stuttered. "Like, um, using the Lord's name in vain. Disrespecting my mother, h-having impure thoughts..." you trailed off, not able to think of any more.

He scoffed a little. "I'd love to add a sin to your list that's actually worthwhile to confess."

"Wh-what d'you mean, what kind of sin?" you asked eagerly.

"Get on your knees, I'll show you."

Eren loved witnessing a pure, religious girl like you lowering onto her knees before him. You looked up at him, face levelled with the zipper of his black pants.

"Don't get shy on me, angel." he said when you looked hesitant at his bulge. "Hm... I'll bet that you've never done this before, huh?" You nodded. "Yeah, I-I'm a virgin..." you confessed nervously, hoping that your revelation wouldn't turn him off. His pants were visibly tightening right before your eyes, and you were achingly curious about what a cock looked like. You kept your mind so sacred that you hadn't even touched porn in your life. "A virgin, huh? I can change that if you want." Eren offered deviously. You looked up at him with big eyes, "Y-yes please! I-I want to... I want to d-d-do that with you..." you replied, nearly choking on your saliva. Were you really that excited that you were drooling in front of his crotch? Eren smirked and let his hand come to your cheek.

He began stroking it back and forth with his thumb.

"Okay, angel, I'll take care of you. Promise you'll listen to whatever I say, m'kay? You can tell me to stop any time."

You nodded happily. "Good girl." he cooed quietly, "I want you to take off my pants for me – nice and slowly. Can you do that?" you immediately squeaked in response, "Mhm!"

You raised your hands to the hem of his pants, resting them there lightly. Your finger went for the button of his pants. The unbuttoning sound seemed so loud in that tiny, quiet booth.

When Eren noticed that your finger hesitated on the zipper, he murmured at you, "Need some encouragement?" he asked. You nodded in answer, so he brought his big hands down to help you out. His touch was firm and blissfully warm.

Eren languidly pulled his zipper down himself as you watched with bated breath. He dipped his veiny hand into his pants and stroked himself behind his pants while you watched anticipatorily. You ached for the barrier of his pants to be gone, but lacked the confidence and courage to rid it yourself. "You look so pretty when you're on your knees for me like this." Eren admired.

Your senses perked up when he pulled his length out. A compelled laugh fell from his smirking mouth when he saw your eyes go big. It poked you on the cheek, smearing precum across it. It was firm, no, it was rock-hard. Warm, no, scalding hot – hotter than your cheeks were when you laid eyes on it.

Eren heard you swallow. "Well someone's excited. Wanna open that impatient mouth f'me? That's it – good girl. Wider." he encouraged, pressing his tip inside further and further. He stifled a moan. "Just a little more..."

His big hand came to the back of your head, fingers nestling in your hair, further encouraging you to take more in your mouth. Eren let out a small hiss when he felt your soft, wet tongue press up against the underside.

Though he tried to sneak himself into the back of your throat, you gagged on his dick immediately. "Quiet – quiet, angel." he moaned, feeling your throat constricting around his tip. " 'don't want someone to hear us, do you?"

After giving you time to recompose, Eren wiggled his hips to get himself back in your throat. His tip pushed past the back of your throat and got you choked up, you had watery eyes and a sniffly nose in no time. Eren slid himself fully inside, your lips hit the base of his cock. Your head felt full, so you made an overwhelmed expression; Eren groaned at the sight. "Too much?" he asked, you struggled to nod in reply, so he reluctantly eased out of your throat, the pressure slowly relieving.

He slipped his cock out of your mouth, a mix of saliva and precum wettened it deliciously. You sputtered and coughed. He swallowed desirously. Seeing you in such a state because of him had him throbbing and pulsing. There was a stream of fresh precum running out of his swollen tip. It caught your eye. You folded your hands on your lap and opened your mouth wide, willingly and expectantly, so he eagerly slipped his cock back inside your mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Eren feathered. "That's it, angel – that's it. God damn your lips feel like heaven around me, y'know that? You feel fucking heavenly. Keep sucking, don't stop – don't get shy on me now, angel. 'Feels so fucking good."

Eren was losing it over the sensation of your lips suctioning around his fat cock. He felt himself throb each time you slid your hot lips down his length and felt his precum splurge out onto the back of your tongue when you slid back off. The sinful sound of you amateurly sucking him had him unfolding. You know how long he's thought about this? Too long. During so many choir practices, Eren would observe you from afar, paying no attention to Armin's tiny gospel talk. He watched your lips as you gracefully sang a holy tune with the others. Now those lips were wrapped around his cock in the confessional booth.

Eren felt his blood thrumming in his veins. His whole body flushed and subtly shook under the influence of your mouth. "Jesus," he took the Lord's name in vain under his breath, "You're making me feel so fucking good, Y/n, don't stop." he breathed. "Faster, angel, suck it faster – that's it, just like that. Look at you, so obedient, following whatever I say like I'm your fucking God, huh?"

Eren brushed the hair clinging to your wettened cheek. Each time you had sloppily pulled off his cock for a breather, it hit your cheek and glided across it, leaving a streak of wetness. When it slipped out again, he grabbed your cheeks, and lowered himself to your level for a hasty kiss.

Unbelievably, that kiss of his felt more sinful than sucking on his cock. He was feverishly tasting your tainted lips.

"Angel," he murmured in a heavily lusty voice, that obscene scent fanning against your face from his lips. "Stand up for me, 'wanna fill you up."

You got to your feet in an instant, eager to finally live out the impure fantasies that you once guiltily confessed to in that very confessional booth. Eren's big hands felt up your sides, squeezing and digging into your flesh, not like a lover, but like a devil.

"Get on my lap." He commanded, sitting on the wooden stool. You didn't hesitate to, and crawled right onto his warm lap while he softly moaned at the sinful atmosphere between you and him.

Eren smirked when you looked up at him with such excited, lustful eyes. "What's the matter with you?" he teased, "Looking at me like that's gonna make me want to ruin you. So stop it."

"I-I don't mind..." you responded inaudibly. Eren heard it loud and clear, but he needed to hear you say that again. "What was that, angel?" he called your nickname in such a saccharine tone, it almost felt laced with a condescending undertone.

"I-I said I don't mind if you w-wanna do that... I want it..." you repeated for him. His lips twisted into an attractively devious smile. "I'm sorry, I must be hard of hearing. Could you clarify what you want?" he asked in such a deep voice it was almost sinister. His hands wove through your hair and pulled it so that you were forced to look up at him while you spoke. "I want y-you to r-ruin me, Eren." you admitted. Oddly, it felt cathartic to admit that so honestly and vulgarly.

"Alright angel," Eren whispered against you. He looked you in the eye, you almost caught a glimpse of your coming sins in his pupils. "I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you."

He definitely upheld his promise. You sighed as you willingly let him sink himself inside your tight, wet pussy. Eren felt like his senses heightened when your hole clenched around his bare cock. "Loosen up, 'mmm fuck loosen up – I can't move if you're this tight." he complained, enjoying every bit of your pussy suffocating his hungry cock. You felt yourself clinging to him tighter than you ever clung to your fingers when you indulged in your solo acts in your bedroom. You'd be lying if you said you didn't squeeze and rub your thighs back and forth for friction during mass, when your head was full of Eren.

He wasn't just uncomfortably big; he was testing your limits with each inch, stretching you out so much that he smirked, knowing that you'd feel so empty when this was all done and over.

His thumb came to stroke your cheek and wipe the fat tears sloppily spilling out of your eyes. His cock had a naughty curve about it, and you could really feel it by how his tip applied pressure into your gummy walls. "Take a deep breath f'me. Let it out. There we go... fuck, do it again. Breathe i-in – fuuuck – 'n let it out again." Eren melted through his sentence while your pussy unclenched, little by little, to permit his cock deeper and deeper with each releasing breath. Eren held your body so tightly, it felt like he was never going to let go for the rest of his life now that he had you right where he wanted.

The mothers at church were so right about him. He was, really, just a sinner sniffing out a pure girl to ruin. You could sense that from the moment you came across him one rainy Sunday at Catechism. The lustful and brooding nature of him enticed you, tempted you, each day more and more until you finally ended up here; bouncing in his lap, muffling your erotic moans into his hot mouth, letting his dick beat against a spot your fingers could never reach, making you feel better than you ever have in your life. Eren loved seeing you unravel the more you felt him. He witnessed your holiness slip completely when you accidentally came, pussy gushing around him, tight hole convulsively tightening and untightening in pure bliss.

"Eren," you mewled, barely able to climb down from your high, pawing at his firm chest as you continued to bounce your pussy on his cock. " 'y-you said you were gonna r-ruin me... wh-why am I doing all the work."

He laughed devilishly, "Sorry, I just wanted to see how badly you wanted it." he admitted. When Eren took control and thrust up into you, it took everything you had to not scream. "Oh my G-God, Eren." you whimpered terribly, encouraging Eren's hips to rut against you harder. The sloppy squelching sound grew louder. You could be so glad that no one was in earshot for now, because that sound carried through the whole church along with your unforgivable moans.

Eren smirked up at you, big hands gripping your hips while he fucked up into your pussy. He licked and nipped at your lips, indulging in a filthy makeout session while you crumbled under the feeling of good sex.

You still retained some slivering flame of innocence behind those lust-corrupted eyes, and he wanted to smother it. His fingers dug into the plush of your skin like he was trying to bruise them. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't intend to do that; seeing you at the next mass or Catechism meetup knowing you had bruises on your thighs from a good fucking drove him wild.

You felt him licking a long stripe up your neck and let out a strangled moan; his tip was stubbornly rubbing a gummy spot deep inside your pussy that made you gush messily all over his lap. You felt your orgasm nearing. Just the buildup felt so intense that you started shaking.

"Fuck me 'n fill me up with your cum 'Ren, please please please!" you pleaded nastily, Eren felt proud that he smothered that last bit of innocence in you. "F-fuck me like I'm your slut!"

Eren let out a long groan in response, "God damn, angel, 'm gonna cum if you speak to me like that. I don't even have a condom on."

"I don't care, 'wanna feel your cum inside me." your voice strained.

"Fuck, alright, get off 'n get on the floor for me, angel."

You lifted off his fat cock and laid facing up on the cold floor. Eren took one look at you laying compliantly there and chuckled inside. He knew that you would have followed any of his commands in that moment.

He grabbed your body and guided it into position hastily, not letting more than a few seconds go by without plunging back inside your heat. "Look at that, you're creaming all over me. You like getting fucked on the floor like this? Hm? Bet you do." Eren humiliated you with a devilish smirk. Strands of dark brunette hair shook back and forth as he rutted his hips against you at a feverish pace. No matter how deep his cock hit, or how fast he plunged in and out of you, or how tightly you squeezed him, Eren couldn't be sated. He almost over-exerted himself with how much effort he put into fucking you there on the floor in the confessional booth.

"Oh, angel, 'm gonna cum." Eren announced suddenly. His high crept over him slowly, building up languidly in his body, it felt almost threateningly good. And you? You were an utter mess underneath him, hands holding onto his arms and gripping onto his muscle for dear life.

He sped up his pace. You watched as his silver cross swung back and forth in front of your tear-stained face. He let out a strangled groan before stilling inside you, burying his cock almost uncomfortably deep in your pussy. You completely came undone and felt your tight ring of muscle tightening and untightening convulsively around his fat cock. The sensation of him shooting a hot load inside made your head spin. You sweated so badly that you were sure it was visible through your white shirt. You felt like the biggest sinner in the world right then. An exaggeration, maybe, but perhaps your feeling was justified considering you just lost your virginity in a confessional booth with the boy your mom told you not to dare talk to.

Eren's heavy frame loomed over you. He withdrew slightly to alleviate his weight on your body. The golden cross between your tits gleamed in his eye. The both of you were panting so hard, it felt for a moment that neither of you would ever be able to catch your breaths again.

"E-Eren..." you called out his name weakly when you could finally speak coherently again. "I n-needa get home, m-my mom's gonna be mad I've been out so long."

Eren looked down at you, eyes flitting between your breasts and pussy. Then he finally raised his gaze to your face; it astonished him how you glowed with the same purity as before, even while naked and laid on the floor with a creampie inside you.

"Yeah, get going. Your mother's probably thinking the worst happened to you, like you lost your virginity in a confessional booth or something." Eren chuckled, sliding his cock out of you as slowly as possible to make sure you felt each inch.

A silence hung in the confessional booth while you and him dressed up. You buttoned up the collar of your shirt dress and pulled your cardigan over your shoulders, positioning your cross so that it showed clearly. You looked at him nervously, "E-Eren?"

"Hm?" he looked at you while buttoning and zipping up his pants.

"C-can we do this again sometime?"

His red lips curled into a devious smile. You felt his cum drip down your inner thigh.

"What a perfect idea. You could use another confession."