#eren jeager before eren jeager

[the-fatal-impact]

Paul Atreides: *drinks water of life and get ressurected*

Paul Atreides: *slicks his hair back*

Paul Atreides: *puts on a black cloack*

Paul Atreides: I’m an anime villain now…

[dvrkfverie]

when boyfriend!eren fucks, he fucks. hear me out

when boyfriend!eren is in a soft mood, he will take things slow, not holding back his pretty noises, and rather than being rough and pounding into you, he instead grinds, slowly but deeply, he rolls his hips and grinds himself into you, making sure you feel him deep inside you, wanting to hit all your spots in the gentlest way possible. when he isn’t drunk on the noises you make, how you whine his name and how you beg for him, his lips are on yours. kissing you while he’s inside you is his favourite thing. especially if he has you on his lap, guiding your hips to roll sickeningly slow on his cock, and your arms are around his shoulders, one hand tangled in his hair, and your lips working together.

when boyfriend!eren has had a shit day, all he wants to do is fuck his pretty partner. he beelines straight for you when he walks into your home and picks you up. you can usually tell when he needs you but he always always says it. “mm need you. please.” his tone so desperate you cannot bear denying him. he’s already carrying you to your shared room, half throwing you on the bed and ripping any clothing off of you, then himself. he always always stretches you out with his fingers first, just one or two to get you nice and wet if you weren’t already (you were) before he slams himself into you, his hips slapping against your skin as he fucks out his anger, his frustration. he was ashamed, though he’d never actually admit it, how he needed to do this, but having you at his mercy while he bruises your cervix is something that releases his tension like nothing else.

boyfriend!eren also loves when you go feral for him. before you he never liked creampies and cumming inside, it was never a risk he wanted to take but you make him wish he’d been filling you up since the beginning of time. the way you’d continue to bound on his cock even after you’d both cum more times than you can count purely because you loved how it felt, the noises of both your juices squelching as you drop yourself down on him again and again. seeing your face, how fucked out you are but still going, the way you babble nonsense, fucked absolutely stupid, he decides he never wants to do anything else. when your pace slows, he grips your hips tightly, pulling you down as he bucks his hips up. it’s always a mess afterwards but my god the both of you are too fucked out to care.

[starlight-bread-blog]

[teakookssi]

Before I Leave You [Eren/Levi x Reader FF]

[ full story can be found here or here ] [Overview & prologue] ➺ pairing: levi ackerman/eren jeager x fem!reader  ➺content: mafia au, crime, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, angst, lol so much angst ➺warnings: YO. SHIT. IS. DARK. violence, blood, strong language, guns/weapons, and illegal activities are all mentioned but hey, that’s attack on titan for you, so if you can handle that, you can handle this (: 

chapter 11: trauma? lol what trauma?

The door to Levi’s room has been left wide open, saving you the trouble of having to break it down as you storm your way inside.

Levi stands with his back to you on the far left side of the room near his armoire cleaning his weapons in that meticulous manner of his, while Furlan paces around the room ranting about who knows what. Isabel lounges about on Levi’s bed, mindlessly playing with a switchblade in her hand.

They’re too caught up in what Furlan is saying to hear you come in so it’s not until Furlan stops talking abruptly, pausing mid-stride as he finally notices you at the door, that Levi and Isabel turn to see what’s got his sudden attention. But by the time Levi follows Furlan’s gaze and realizes it’s you, it’s too late to stop you.

Full of rage and indignation, you raise a fist and land a satisfying punch to the side of Levi's face. 

“This is all your fault!” you emphasize clearly, still seething.

“Oi!” Isabel exclaims, springing up in alarm as Furlan stares on in shock. But your attention is focused solely on Levi who looks momentarily stunned by the blow. Not from the inflicting pain, but because it came from you.

Slowly, his tongue moves around the inside of his mouth, assessing your damage and scoffing in disbelief at the taste of blood in his mouth as you watch it stain the inside of his lips a bright shade of crimson. The flicker of annoyance in Levi’s deadpan gaze as his eyes lock with yours has no effect on you. But despite his clenched jaw, he shows great restraint and keeps his voice leveled, like he’s been expecting this from you and needs to act accordingly.

“Leave us,” he says to Furlan and Isabel without breaking eye contact from you as he wipes the blood trickling from his lip with a thumb.

You hardly notice them leave as you take a closer step towards Levi, your scowl still in place.

“You said you were on my side,” you hiss at him through gritted teeth, ignoring the throbbing pain you feel against your right knuckles from the punch as your hands remain curled at your sides. “You said you would never betray me. But now you have my father going against me? Keeping me under house arrest? He’s stripped me of my command! I have no power. No control. Over anything! Not even my own people!”

You shove at his chest when he says nothing, beyond frustrated. “What the hell, Levi?! How can you let him do this to me?!”

But he catches your wrists the moment they collide against his chest and locks them in place so as to keep you still and make you listen. “He’s trying to keep you safe,” Levi says with infuriating calmness. “Away from trouble. Away from dying.”

You shake your head, breaking free from his grip. “Oh, no. This is your doing.” You point a finger at him. “This is what you wanted. To cage me in here and keep me out of danger. For your sake. And now, because of you, he’s gone ahead and brought Eren into this bloody business as some sick punishment—or reward, I don't even know!”

Levi stares at you in bewilderment.

“What?” he asks faintly before frowning, unable to make sense of what you’ve just said. “… Why? The guy kidnapped you! How can Ymir allow him to —”

“Oh, don’t act like you had no part in this!” you cut him off with a snarl.

Levi’s eyes narrow at the accusation. “I have no influence over your father’s decisions, Anya. No one does.”

You let out a sharp laugh. “Is that supposed to be some kind of joke? You're always with him! Plotting things behind closed doors, scheming over who knows what—”

“At least I’m not scheming behind his back!” Levi snaps back. He takes a meaningful step towards you, glowering at you. “You orchestrated an attack on that journalist and his family, took down a whole squadron of Erwin’s cops without consulting your father or me first, and you don't expect retribution?” He shakes his head, frustrated. “If you weren’t so bloody reckless—”

“Everything I do is in my father’s best interest,” you counter back defensively. “He just doesn’t know it yet.”

You turn to leave, having no further reason to stay after having made your discontentment known. But Levi refuses to let it end like this.

“Your father told you to leave Erwin to him,” he says behind you in warning.

You stop in your tracks, scoffing in disbelief at his blatant hypocrisy before whirling on him.

“If I put Kenny in front of you right now and told you to leave him alone,” you ask Levi challengingly, “to let him walk away from you unscathed by your blades, would you let him walk out of here alive?”

Levi scowls at you bitterly, jaw clenched, before swallowing and looking away. He knows the point you’re making. The man that betrayed his family, that left the Ackerman clan in ruins… Levi wants no one else to suffer more under his hands than that man.

“Answer me!” you demand harshly when he doesn’t reply back. “Would you?”

Levi reluctantly slides his eyes back to you. “Your father has a plan for Erwin,” he insists through clenched teeth, diverting from answering your question.

You scoff in disdain. “A plan that has taken him twelve years to go through with?” You shake your head and move for the door. “No. I’m done waiting.”

“So you'll conspire against him?” Levi demands angrily, following closely after you. “As what, an act of rebellion? To prove to him you're capable of handling this on your own? Erwin is not someone you can just—”

“My father raised us for vengeance,” you remind him coolly over your shoulder. “He promised it. I’m merely collecting on that promise.”

You reach for the door and pull it open, but Levi’s hand comes from behind you and slams the door back shut in your face.

You tense. His solid form is pressed so close behind you, you can feel his warmth radiating from his body against you.

“Hate me all you want,” Levi hisses against your ear, his breath moving the loose strands of hair near the side of your face, “but I’m not letting you run off again on your own.”

Dark amusement twinkles in the corner of your eye. “You don't want to play this game with me, Levi.”

Levi lets out an annoyed growl and without warning, takes you by the shoulders and turns you around. Pinning you against the door. “Enough with your stupid games! Of what good is your vengeance if you're dead!”

The second he takes you against the door, you bristle, ready to pounce, but you’re not prepared by the amount of anger and fear you find in his eyes as he glares back at you. Like he doesn’t know whether to continue yelling at you or take you in his arms instead. And the wave of guilt hits you hard.

Levi has always shown a level of concern for you growing up. Subtly, sure. But it has always been enough to steal your heart away; whether it was offering you his coat when you grew cold, tending to your wounds whenever you hurt yourself playing out in the woods, or carrying you on his back when you grew too tired after a long walk in the gardens, he was always looking after you.

After the trauma and grief you both experienced as children, Levi only grew more protective of you.

Yet, despite the marriage pact between you, your father’s ambitions to rule over the underworld had you and Levi taking on different forms of responsibilities for the betterment of the Ymir and Ackerman clan that your father eventually took Levi aside and began to work with him personally. If only to prepare him with the skills and knowledge he would need to take up the role as head of the Ackerman clan by the time he turned eighteen. Allowing the questionable missions your father sent him on to build Levi's reputation and credibility in the underworld.

With you, however, he was not as concerned with since your father still had much more to do before letting you take on the mantel as head of the Ymir clan.

But this shift in responsibilities put you and Levi out of balance. Your fiance, though young and not in full control over the decisions effecting the Ackerman clan, now had more power and respect over the people of the underworld than you did. So while your father and Levi were out conducting legal and illegal matters as both business partners and heads of their households, you were left behind to keep things in order within the sectors.

Which, for a while, you didn’t mind. You were able to fashion your own reputation amongst the underworld with the dealings you partook in during that time. By taking what your father taught you, you used violence and intimidation to evoke fear onto the people who dared rise against you and bend them to your will. Establishing yourself as someone to be reckoned with without needing the association of your family name.

But that was many years ago, and time has not been kind. This rift between you and Levi has grown detrimental. For years you’ve tried to make sense of it, but all it has ever brought you is unending heartache. Heartache because Levi keeps throwing cracks into your relationship and it’s like he doesn’t seem to care that the foundation holding you both together is breaking.

And yet…

You try not to fall for it as much as before but you can’t help it.

There always comes moments such as these, when Levi looks at you as intensely as he does now, that you like to let yourself believe he would do anything for you. That despite his indifferent attitude when you’re in the presence of others, he’s bothered by the fact that he has to rely on others to keep you safe when that role has always been his and his alone. You even like to think he resents your father, just like you have, for forcing you both apart the way that he has. If only just a little.

But over his shoulder stands the girl in the dress embellished in blood. Watching you with those blank, haunted eyes. And you’re reminded of the bitter truth.

You reach up to caress the dried up blood that’s formed against the side of his lower lip. “Don't look at me like that,” you say to him ruefully, your voice barely a whisper.

Levi frowns, noting the sudden change in your demeanor. “Like what?”

You lower your gaze with a wry smile, drawing your hand away. “Like you might actually love me.”

Levi’s grip on your shoulders loosen in surprise. “What?”

You feel his sharp gaze on you, demanding for an explanation, but his hold on you is weak. You shoulder him aside with enough force for you to move towards the other side of the room.

With Levi blocking the exit, you’re trapped inside the room with him until he decides to step aside or you somehow manage to lure him away from the door. But with what you’ve just said to him…This was going to take a while.

You start searching around his room in search of a bottle to drink as Levi stands where you’ve left him by the door, impatiently watching you rummage through his things.

“Anya.”

You ignore him and slam the drawer to his bedside table shut after finding no bottles of alcohol or silver flasks in there.

“Please tell me you have something stronger to drink in here than black tea.”

Levi bristles. “Anya.”

You start to cut across the room to his bathroom where you know he has a bottle of alcohol under the sink that he uses to disinfect his wounds. But Levi gets to you before you can, grabbing your arm and forcing you to turn to him.

“For fuck’s sake, woman!” he says, completely on edge. “Answer me! Why would you think I—”

“Because you don’t!” you cut him off angrily, wrenching free from his hold. “Love. Me.”

Levi looks at you as though you’ve just cracked his heart open. “Why would you say that?”

You scoff bitterly. “Why else would you postpone the wedding?” you say coldly before walking away, needing the taste of alcohol in your system more than you wanted to hear his answer.

Ever since you were a child, ever since your father first proposed it, you had been looking forward to the day you turned eighteen. To the day you and Levi would finally get married and he officially became yours and you became his. Even if it was under this life of crime, at least you would have him; you would have each other.

So when you found out a few months before your eighteenth birthday that the wedding wasn’t happening, you were beyond devastated. However, being the reasonable daughter that you were, you accepted the decision with stoic understanding. Expressing discipline and maturity over the matter in hopes that your father would not think of you as childish and immature for sulking around and acting selfishly in front of everyone. So you kept silent, not letting anyone know just how much it bothered you.

Truthfully though, you had always found it rather odd, the way your father had decided to hold off on the wedding with it just being a few months away. You’d had an inkling of who had influenced his decision then, even though you’d always refused to believe it. But given the way Levi has been acting lately…

Well, now you were certain.

“The wedding?” Levi echoes as you reach the bathroom, following you in as you snatch the half empty bottle of alcohol under the sink and popping it open. “That has nothing to do with—”

Levi stops mid-sentence and grabs the bottle in your hands as you raise it to your lips, pulling it away from you before you can take a drink. “Anya!”

Your eyes widen in outrage as you struggle to take it back. “Give it to me!” you demand angrily.

But his hold remains unyielding. “Listen to me!” he says through clenched teeth as he clarifies briskly, “Your father made that decision.” His brows furrow slightly. “I thought you knew that.”

You shake your head as tears of hurt and frustration start lining your eyes and you try to swallow down the lump in your throat. “That’s fucking bullshit and you know it!”

Levi flinches at the conviction in your tone, his voice pained. “Why are you so quick to throw this against me?”

“Because you suggested it first!“ you yell at him reproachfully, yanking the bottle free from his grasp so roughly that some of its content splashes on the floor at your feet. “He was willing to let it take place the day I turned eighteen.” You point an accusatory finger at him. “But you talked him out of it!”

Levi looks stricken. “He told you that I—?”

“Oh, he didn't have to tell me anything,” you say with pure, undiluted venom, approaching Levi the way a wolf corners its prey and forcing him to step back until he’s out of the bathroom. “I could practically hear you talking through him when he told me.”

Before Levi can stop you, you take a swing of the bottle in your hand and welcome the burning liquid that runs down your throat, needing it to stabilize your mind. But it appears you’re far too emotional to be subdued, because in the end, it does little for you. That wretched girl remains lurking within your peripheral vision like an ember in the ashes, flickering bright and refusing to fade.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand—angry, despondent, and brimming with darkness. You’re threatening to unravel, to break. Sheer will is all that’s holding you together. Sheer will and the desire to hurt. To hurt the way you’ve been hurt.

You drag your eyes up to him so he can see the malice burning within them despite your vision blurring with unshed tears.

“But I let it go,” you admit bitterly. “Because I trusted you.”

Levi flinches as he hears the brittleness in your voice. You try to mask it with a dry laugh. “I mean, what reason did I have to doubt your intentions, right? Except… Even now, two years later, my father still refuses. Because of you!”

Your voice breaks at the end and you hastily turn away from him as your fragile emotions betray you and tears start running down your cheeks like a broken faucet. You roughly wipe them away with shaking hands as you start pacing across the room, keeping your distance from him. Trying to regain control.

“How much more of this do I have to take from you?!” you demand roughly, latching onto your anger like a safety net so as to keep your head above water. “How much more do I have to put up with until I am finally given what I’m owed?!”

Levi’s voice is taut as he subtly closes in on you, his eyes trained on you with a hard scowl. “You don't understand.”

You shake your head in disagreement, backing away from him. “No, I understand, Levi. I understand perfectly.” You fight back a sob. “I never said anything before because I kept hoping I was wrong about your feelings for me, but—”

“You are wrong!” he growls, cutting the space between you. “You have never been more wrong.”

Before you can react, he takes your hand and pulls you in, grabbing your face and snatching your lips with a desperate kiss. Your eyes instantly flutter shut as you quickly give in to him, unable to contain your stupid longing. You can taste the blood you drew from your punch and the salt of your own tears against his lips as his mouth slides against yours, but you couldn’t care less. Levi’s mouth is hot and consuming as he kisses you with passion and purpose. As if to remind you that the love and attraction you both hold for each other, the burning desire you evoke whenever you’re in each other’s presence, is still there. Has always been there. And always will be.

The bottle of alcohol you had been holding falls out of your grasp as you trade it in for him instead, but Levi swiftly catches it before it can hit the floor and he places it on a table to his left without breaking the kiss. With your hands now free, they run up his chest and around his neck to bring him closer to you.

When he finally does pull away shortly after, you’re left feeling dizzy and breathless and you have to lean against him for support, resting your head against the crook of his neck. But Levi doesn’t allow you time to recover as he tilts your chin back up to look at him, your eyes still half-lidded with yearning.

As he leans in, your eyes fall down to his lips, ready for more. But his mouth forms words instead.

“You have no idea how much I wish to call you my wife,” he says huskily against your lips as his hands slide down the curve of your waist to your hips, tightening his hold to press you against him. “To finally be able to make you mine.”

Your fingers curl against the fabric of his shirt at the possessiveness in his words, at what that entails, before he claims your mouth once more.

“I want that more than anything,” he says in between kisses while his thumbs caress your cheeks, wiping your tears away. “But you have to trust me.”

His voice shifts, turns hoarse.

“It’s not the right time. Not yet.”

You freeze, snapping your eyes open. The fiery longing you’d felt for him seconds ago now cold as ice.

“Time?” you repeat unevenly before shoving at his chest and forcing him to step back. “Time?!” Your face twists into a scowl. “I don’t have time! I am running out of time! Out of time, out of patience—In fact, I’m losing my goddamn mind!”

Frustrated and upset, you roughly shoulder past him and swipe the bottle of alcohol he’d left on the table beside him, needing to drown in it.

Levi tries to stop you, eyes wide in alert and full of concern after the amount of panic and fear he hears in your voice. “Anya, wait! Listen to me—”

“NO!” you cry out angrily, jerking the bottle away from his grasp. “You don’t fucking get it, do you?! I have to do this. I have to or else—”

Levi moves again to touch you, wanting to comfort you and ease your suffering, but you recoil away. “Don’t!”

He halts, looking more pained than you think possible by your reaction as he struggles to abide your command. But his worry for you is too much for him to allow himself to leave you alone.

“Anya, don’t do this,” he pleads softly, taking a calculated step towards you. “Don’t push me away.”

You shake your head with a whimper, staggering back to keep the distance between you while pressing a hand to your forehead. “You don’t understand,” you mutter miserably. There’s too much going through your mind. Too much you can’t explain. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

“Yes, I do.” Levi’s voice is low, but firm. “More than you know. And I know you’re afraid.”

The confidence in his words shakes you. Levi is far more attuned to your emotions than you are willing to give him credit for. He’s easily picked up on the root of your turmoil, and he knows that if he doesn’t intervene now, he is going to lose you to your demons. But the skeletons in your closet have their claws hooked deeply into your mind. And they refuse to let go.

You frown at him. “Afraid?” You laugh, once, before shaking your head. “No.”

You could not be afraid. If Death was your master, Fear was your servant, and Vengeance, your loyal friend. That’s how it’s been for you for the past twelve years of your life. And that’s how it needs to remain.

“Anya, listen to me,” Levi tells you hastily, sensing your demons fighting for your attention. “I know, better than anyone, what it’s like to be tortured by your own mind.” He offers a hand in front of you for you to take. “Please, love. I need you to let me help you.”

You glance at his open hand in front of you.

Levi is right. He’s the only person who knows what it’s like to live with the kind of trauma you have lived with. No one else understands your grief and suffering better than him. You know that. But you’re far too derailed to listen to reason.

You slap his hand away. “No! Can't you see?!” you cry out desperately. All the darkness is leaking, spilling through the cracks. It's overflowing. “I need him gone already!”

Turning your back on him, you start pacing anxiously across the room while you run trembling hands through your hair.

“I need him to suffer! I need him to pay for all he's done so SHE can leave me alone!”

Taking the bottle in your hand, you throw it against the wall behind you. To where the girl in the bloody dress still stands. She vanishes as the bottle breaks on impact and shattered glass cascades to the floor, leaving an imprint of liquid splattered on the wall. But the sound itself releases you from your unhinged state and your eyes refocus. Only for you to realize with great horror you’ve just openly revealed how messed up you really are. To Levi, of all people.

Ashamed by your own weakness and lack of control, you leave for the door, evading Levi’s gaze. But you’re an idiot for thinking Levi would let you off so easily. Grabbing your wrist from behind before you can get very far, he turns you around and pulls you into his arms, trapping your folded arms against his chest.

“No!”

You try to push him away as tears begin to cloud your eyes again.

“Let me go! I didn’t come for this.”

But Levi’s hold on you only tightens, pulling you closer to him. You’re shaking against him and he knows you’re about to fall apart. But more importantly, he knows if he doesn’t stay close, he is going to lose you. The fact that he is aware of this makes you feel worse.

Your lips start to quiver as you choke back a sob. “Please,” you cry into his chest hopelessly. “Let me go.” But from the way you cling onto the fabric of his shirt with clenched fists, Levi knows you mean the complete opposite.

Unable to fight back the crushing weight of despair any longer, your legs give up on you and you start to fall down to the floor in defeat. Levi swiftly catches you before you do and lifts you off your feet, cradling you against his chest.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs to you in reassurance. “I've got you, I promise.” He kisses your forehead as he moves towards his bed with you nestled closely in his arms while you continue to cry. “I’m never letting you go.”

You’re too distraught to pick up on the unevenness in his voice, let alone register the amount of torment in his eyes by the state you’re in. But even if you could, nothing you said to him would console him.

Because you did not see what he saw. You did not see the way your eyes grew wild and unfocused as your demons threatened to overpower you; you do not know how dangerously close you were to slipping out of his reach.

Without releasing you, Levi gently places you on his bed and keeps you near as he lays beside you, his warmth and familiar scent letting you know you are safe enough to let your guard down. That it’s okay for you to close your eyes and rest.

Because you are tired.

So.

Damn.

Tired.

Eventually your crying subsides as your eyes flutter shut and the heaviness of sleep overtakes you.

With Levi’s hand running down your back in a soothing manner, you drift off to the thought of you feeling better in the morning; even when you know, this is the kind of tired no amount of sleep can fix.

—

You wake up the following morning to angry shouting in the hallway.

The door to Levi’s room has been left ajar and you immediately recognize Levi’s low and rough voice amidst the arguing outside.

”What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” he demands viciously. “Who fucking let you in?”

Seconds later, you make sense of Levi’s hostility as you make out Eren’s surprisingly calm reply. ”Is she with you?”

“That’s none of your business,” Levi hisses back coldly.

“Maybe not before. But it is now. Her father has made it clear I’m not supposed to let her out of my sight.”

You hear Levi scoff. “You really think I’m going to allow you anywhere near her? Get. Out.”

Your eyes widen in alarm and you curse under your breath. Throwing Levi’s bedsheets to the side, you rush out of the room to locate them before Levi looses his patience.

As you hastily make your way down the hallway, you round the corner and find the two of them facing off in the middle of the staircase. Based on the way Eren stands a few steps below Levi, Eren must have been making his way up the stairs in search of you when Levi caught him halfway to the second floor and blocked his path.

They don’t notice you approaching. Their attention is focused solely on each other, but even from this distance you can make out the scowl lining Levi’s features as he stares down at Eren with tense muscles, completely triggered by his presence.

You frown slightly at this. Levi’s usually a lot more in control when it comes to confrontations. So what is it about Eren that’s got him so on edge?

“Levi?” you call to him gingerly, not wanting to startle him as you emerge within their line of sight. If only because the shoulder holster Levi visibly wears over his white long sleeved shirt carries guns under each arm, and though Eren wears a simple long coat over a white button-up shirt, you know there’s no weapons concealed underneath—not that he would even know how to handle one.

They both turn in your direction as you make your way to them.

“Go back to bed,” Levi says tightly before flicking his eyes back to Eren, starting down the stairs towards him in slow, menacing strides. But you rush forward and reach for Levi’s hand, stopping him in his tracks before he can take more than a few steps.

“Come with me,” you beckon to him in a sultry voice, needing to ease the tension between them before it turns murderous. “It’s too early for this.”

You sense Eren watching below with a clenched jaw as your fingers tilt Levi’s chin towards you affectionately to draw his attention onto you. Levi’s features soften momentarily at your touch as you caress his cheek, and when his eyes flicker to your lips, you’re convinced you’ve won this fight.

Until Levi takes your hands in his and pulls them away from his face.

“I will,” he says to you earnestly, before turning his head over his shoulder to lock eyes with Eren. “Just as soon as I take out the trash.”

Your hands fall languidly at your sides as Levi moves out of your reach. You sigh heavily at his stubbornness, but follow closely after him down the stairs nonetheless.

Out of heed, Eren draws back into the foyer as your fiancé reaches the last set of stairs. Not once taking his eyes off Eren. But you note the fire in Eren’s emerald eyes that always seems to burn brighter and more fiercely whenever you’re concerned and you’re right to expect retaliation.

“You’re only delaying the inevitable,” Eren tells Levi through gritted teeth. “Her father made his orders clear.”

Levi smiles darkly beside you, subtly reaching for his gun. “You may have his favor, but he never granted you his protection.”

Before Levi can draw out his weapon, you reach out to stop him. “Levi, that’s enough. He gets the point. Let him leave.”

But Eren proves you wrong as he scoffs at Levi with disdain. “So you’d rather leave her to her own devices? Unprotected and alone, all because you can’t stand the fact that her father assigned me to look after her instead of you?” He then adds sourly, “I thought you actually cared for her.”

The second Levi tries to lunge for Eren you put yourself in front of Levi’s path and shove against his chest, pushing him back. “Levi, stop! Stop! Listen to me!” Steering his attention away from Eren, you yank Levi’s collar towards you and lean in, hissing low enough for only Levi to hear. “For whatever reason, my father wants him alive. You can’t kill him. Not yet.”

You can feel Levi resist against you as you force him to step back, his muscles tense under your hands and his teeth bared as he glares at Eren behind you. Though you’re also mildly aware that if Levi really wanted to, he could easily move you out of the way at any time and unleash his full wrath onto Eren. Yet he doesn’t.

You look hastily over your shoulder. ”Eren. Go.”

“But—”

“Now!”

Eren throws Levi one last look before reluctantly turning on his heels to reach for the front door and shutting it closed behind him.

With Eren finally out of Levi’s sight, you raise an eyebrow at your fiancé expectantly. “Care to tell me what that was all about?”

Levi turns away with a shake of his head and rakes a hand through his hair. “Bloody bastard.” He keeps a safe distance from you as he starts pacing across the foyer, trying to shake off his anger. ”I don’t care what Ymir says. Like hell I’m allowing that piece of filth take up room and board in here.”

He starts for the door again, either fully intent on telling the guards stationed outside to not let Eren in again or to finish Eren off once and for all. Either way, you step in his path and make him halt.

”Why are you getting so worked up over him?” you ask Levi coyly, making him tense as your hands slide up his chest and around his neck to pull him in closer. “He’s hardly worthy of a threat.”

Levi’s hands rest at your waist. At first with the intention to push you aside, but once he finds you’re closer than he can handle, his hold on you tightens, drawing you nearer as his eyes fall down to your lips.

Mildly surprised by his quick surrender, you lean in first, thinking this will distract him from thinking about Eren. You hadn’t thought your seductive charm would work on him the way it did with others so easily, but the second your lips collide with his, he winces and pulls away, and you find yourself with doubt.

“Fuck,” he hisses, gently touching the bruise on his lip with his fingers. He snaps his eyes to you with a frown.

This is your fault, his eyes seem to say to you.

The corner of your lip twitches, relieved that’s the sole reason for his reaction. You shrug innocently. “What? You deserved it,” you say matter-of-factly before leaning in again. He lets out another grimace when you do, but despite the pain he kisses you back.

You smile against his lips in triumph as your fingers glide up under his shirt, tracing up his spine to the wings of his shoulder blades.

He shudders and presses more tightly against you, deepening the kiss.

But then he abruptly breaks away a few seconds later, and you frown at him—hating when he does this. You try leaning in again but Levi captures your chin between his fingers and keeps your head back so you can meet his penetrating gaze.

“What you said to me last night,” he says to you sternly, almost angrily. “Do you really believe that?”

You raise an eyebrow as your eyes flash in understanding. So this is why he is acting this way. Your words have been eating away at him, making him question everything and sending him haywire.

His eyes search yours desperately, thinking he’ll find his answer there, but you don’t let him look for long. You move his hand gripping your chin to the side so you can draw nearer.

You softly caress his lips as you murmur to him in a teasing manner, “I said a lot of things last night.” Your lips move down his jawline. To his neck. “But there’s only one thing I want to remember right now.”

Expressing your need for him is all the reassurance he needs as a lusty impulse overtakes him and he shoves you roughly against the wall, swallowing your gasp with a violent kiss.

“I love you,” he says breathlessly against your swollen, bruised lips his mouth leaves in its wake. “You know that, right?”

When you don’t reply—too busy you are latching onto his lips to form words—you feel him try to pull away again.

“No,” you groan petulantly, digging your nails into his shoulders to keep him in place so he can keep going.

Eager to please you, he lifts you off the ground and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. With you in this position, he has better access to your neck and he starts sucking at the sensitive spot there until it bruises. You moan, arching against him, driving your fingers through his hair.

Levi shivers at your touch but he doesn’t pull away until he’s seemingly satisfied with the claim he’s left against your neck, marking you his. Even then he still keeps you close as you sense his eyes on you, knowing he’s admiring your flushed cheeks and the blissful effect he has over you.

“You believe me?” he asks hoarsely against your skin. “I love you.”

Your gaze slides down to him with half-lidded eyes, your heart racing. He’s watching you intently, pupils dilated, urging you to respond.

“I believe you,” you mutter over the pounding in your ears.

And you do. You really do believe he thinks he loves you. But… does he even know what love is? Is his love and your love even remotely the same?

Levi’s hands suddenly grab your hips and places you back on the ground. His expression hardening as his eyes lock on yours.

“Then unless you plan on torturing me,” he says, his voice rough with lingering desire, “don’t ever say that to me again. Do you understand? I don't ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth or I swear I’ll punish you worse than this.”

Not waiting for a reply, Levi brushes past you and disappears out the front door.

You blink and stand there for a second, lost in a haze of desire. Feeling his absence immediately as he’s left you aching for more—more of his touch, his lips, his warmth.

Him.

You throw your head back and let it rest against the wall behind you as your racing heart tries to drop back down to normal.

You’ve survived many things in your life: poison, bullet wounds, stabbings, snipers, assassins. But the effect Levi has on you, even after all these years together…It both thrills and terrifies you because you don’t know if you’ll ever possess the strength to survive him.

—

With your father unable to trust you under the same roof as your cadre, Levi is the only one permitted in and out of your home. For this reason you expect to spend your days alone until however long this punishment lasts. But you’re surprised Levi doesn’t leave your side for longer than a few hours and spends the first few days with you without question. Though you suspect it’s less because he wants to make up for lost time with you and more to do with wanting to keep a close eye on you given your breakdown—and to keep Eren at bay.

Countless times Levi tried getting you to talk to him about what happened in his room. But that was a topic you refused to talk about if you could help it. When he would try and press a bit further, you would either change the subject or walk out of the room. Refusing to relive those moments again and have to accept just how unstable your mind really was. Levi, not wanting you to end up pushing him away completely if he kept on insisting, respected your wishes and stopped bringing it up.

Needing to keep yourself preoccupied to save yourself from boredom, you spend the majority of your time in the basement. Either practicing your combat skills alone or with Levi as your opponent.

How productive these fighting sessions actually were was another matter since they always seemed to lead to either you or Levi pressed against the wall or pinned on the floor—the sexual tension between the two of you that always stirred during practice, would grow far too wild and uncontrollable to stifle for long. But Levi was always able to restrain himself and leave before it could get too heated. Whether he was still punishing you for what you said to him before or not, in the end you were always left flustered and annoyed.

Furlan awkwardly walks in on you both during one of these evening sessions looking for Levi.

Both of you hear the door to the basement open which distracts Levi, but you take advantage of this and manage to disarm him and pin him under you. You hear Furlan step inside seconds later and Levi turns his head in the direction of the door. But you straddle Levi anyway and catch your fiancé’s attention as you bring your lips to his.

While Furlan makes his way down the stairs calling out Levi’s name (and stuttering uncomfortably when he finds you on top of his boss), Levi is quick to wrap an arm around you and flip you over on your back, his body hovering on top of you.

“Behave,” he hisses to you in warning before leaving you to deal with Furlan outside.

You wait a few minutes for Levi to return. When he doesn’t, you make your way up the stairs to your room for a shower which is how you catch Levi and Furlan talking in the foyer. They both turn to you as you pass before they resume their conversation shortly after. Nevertheless, you don’t need to hear their conversation to know what this ultimately means.

Once out of the shower, you find Levi sitting on your bed, waiting for you in his usual dark suit, black leather gloves, and wool coat. He looks handsome, clean-cut, and powerful. Like he is about to attend some important business dinner with some clients to seal a deal for your father’s company. But underneath it all, you know, he’s armed with weapons, assuring you these clients of his are anything but reputable.

You don’t miss the way Levi’s eyes run down your figure as you appear before him in a sheer ivory night gown, but you’re in no mood to satisfy him. Planting yourself against the frame of your bathroom door, you cross your arms over your chest with a raised brow.

“You’ve been summoned,” you say in a clipped tone. A statement not a question.

Levi rises to his feet and crosses the room towards you when you refuse to get any closer.

“I wouldn’t be going if I didn’t have to,” he tells you with a pained expression, reaching out to secure a gloved hand behind your neck to press your foreheads together and another gloved hand at the small of your back. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

His eyes fall to your lips and he leans in, eager for a taste of you, but you press your hands against his chest, stopping him before he can.

“I’m being punished enough, don’t you think?” you say more harshly than you intend. But it’s true. He can’t just kiss you so flippantly and expect you to patiently wait for him until he returned. You’re right to be angry. You were just getting used to his constant presence in your life, making you believe he’d finally chosen you over everything else.

Now your insides were prickling with that treacherous feeling of being left unwanted all over again. Because of him.

Levi swallows, struggling to accept your wishes, until he eventually pulls away. “You’ll stay here, right?”

His expression turns serious as he meets your gaze. “I’m not going to be hearing from my men later tonight telling me that you’ve run off, will I? I can trust you to stay home while I’m away?”

You tsk, pulling out of his hold as you hear scratching and meowing coming from the door to your room. “Even if I told you I plan on escaping the second you leave, you’re still walking out that door.”

Levi works his jaw, eyes clouding with guilt as you brush past him. “This isn’t like that,” he insists through clenched teeth. “I’m not choosing this job over you.”

“Of course not,” you mutter dryly, reaching your bedroom door. The second you open it, a four-legged black furball rushes in and jumps onto the foot of your bed. Bear circles your bed and meows, calling you to join him.

Levi sighs heavily and begins to approach you at the door. “Look, I know you hate this. And I know you hate feeling caged and powerless, but you have to understand—”

“Levi,” you cut off sharply. ”I was joking.”

Levi frowns, looking dubious.

Nevertheless, you signal to the door you hold open in front of you. “Go. I’ll be here when you return, alright?”

Levi glances at the door and then back to you, knowing when he’s being dismissed. Slowly, he makes his way out the door, lingering for a moment longer at your door’s threshold. “I’ll be back before morning.”

“Right. Fine,” you reply back curtly, almost impatiently.

The second Levi turns his back on you and steps into the hallway, you shut the door to your room and lock it behind him.

You wait until his footsteps recede, trying to calculate how long it will take for him to make his way out of the house before you can change out of your nightgown and into the clothes you’d prepared while Levi had been downstairs talking to Furlan.

Did you lie to Levi when he’d asked you to stay put?

Technically, no.

You did say you would be here when he returned, and that, you most certainly plan to do. And though you were genuinely upset that he had chosen to leave, you had also been prepared for it. In the brief moments Levi hadn’t been home babysitting you during your first few days in confinement, you had taken advantage of his absence to make your rounds around the corners of the house, peering outside the windows to inspect where the guards were stationed for any blindspots, while also taking note of all their shift changes.

Tonight Jean and Connie are on duty amongst Levi’s guards. But they’re also ordered not to let you leave so you can’t rely on the chance they’ll turn a blind on you if they come into contact with you. Still, they guard one of the areas behind the house where you have a better chance of sneaking away unnoticed. Your plan is to use the few minutes it takes them to change shifts with the next guards on patrol to slip away, leaving you about fifteen minutes to get ready before that happens.

As you change into some dark trousers and a simple white-collared blouse, Bear claims his spot next to your pillow and curls in on himself, thinking you’re getting ready for bed and will join him soon enough. But unbeknownst to him, it will be a long while before you get any sleep — and before your four-legged friend does either.

Once you’ve draped a long dark coat over your shoulders, you move to put on a newsboy cap to help obscure some of your facial features with the shadows of the night.

It was a little past seven in the evening, but if you managed to catch the train before eight, you just might make it before your young friend in the Karane’s district leaves the Northlake Garden Park.

Keeping close ties with Erwin’s son was imperative to your plans and you’d already broken the promise you’d made to him of returning back the week before so he could play with Bear again.

In your need to travel light, you select your weapons carefully before securing them on your person and in their respective holsters, leaving the knife Levi had gifted you for last and adjusting it in its sheath under your sleeve in your right forearm. Trying not to think of this as a betrayal to him.

Though it’s not like you’re dismissing his concerns. Your lack of fear towards death has given you a track record of acting recklessly, true; utilizing whatever means necessary so long as it achieves your goal. He has reason to worry over you. But you’ve also got things to do. And you couldn’t keep delaying them just to grant Levi some temporary peace of mind.

Throwing a messenger bag you’d bought off from a newspaper kid a while ago across your body, you approach your bed and scoop Bear inside, securing the flap over him so that only his head can peek out from the side. You offer him a treat when he stays put without a fuss and you wrap the rest of his treats in a tissue before stuffing it in one of your pockets, for the road.

You reach for your door, ready to step out of your room in the direction of the stairs to head out through the back door in the kitchen.

And you would have.

Had there not been a dark haired figure with Ackerman blue-grey eyes staring back at you from the dim lighting of the hallway, startling you.

But it’s not Levi’s familiar deadpan gaze that has you pinned in place.

Mikasa Ackerman stands at the doorway to your room, blocking your path. 

[trobed1989]

its very important to me that the world knows that i made this on snapchat sent it to staples to have it made into a sticker and its now been my phone case for like 6 months

[khaoticvex]

Weird | @gray--dragneel

Jean holds it above their heads. “Say thank you first.”

“Piss off.” Eren’s brows knit together. “Give it to me!” “Thank you, Jean,” Jean mocks in a squeaky voice.

“I don’t sound like-” Eren stops short. His breath catches in his throat. Jean’s close. He can feel Jean’s breath fanning over his face, see every fleck of gold in his eyes. The source of his ache and torment for the last month is inches away. Eren’s face heats up.

I redrew one of my first scene commissions from 2017 (HERE) because I love to revisiting this ship, and wanted to see how much my style has grown in 5 years. Safe to say, I think I’ve improved. This oneshot is really sweet, definitely fun to revisit this scenario every now and then!

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[a0random0gal]

It wasn't really stated when Eren developed feelings for Mikasa, honesty that confession scene with Armin felt forced.

And I always thought and saw Eren as being dense on romance in general. More interesting in fighting and killing than looking at girls

Yeah exactly. One of my main gripes with the shitty rushed finale is this out of nowhere love that Eren allegedly has for Mikasa.

Where did it come from? Where were the hints? How can you possibly tell me that he loved her romantically?

Don't get me wrong I don't think two characters have to aggressively blush at each other for 3 seasons straight before believing they like one another, but this plot twist is bullshit.

After the time skip Eren got more and more distant from his friends as a result of his future memories and the genocide he was destined to commit. He knew Armin and Mikasa wouldn't understand him, so he kept them at arm's length.

When it comes to Mikasa in particular, he showed a lot of irritation towards her, for how she constantly babied him throughout their lives.

I mean come on have you read chapter 112?

( I know he didn't mean it, but still, that's a pretty fucked up thing to say to a person you love.)

Trust is also one of the most important aspects of any relationship. And Eren never trusted Armin and Mikasa with pretty much anything post time skip, which is specifically why he pushed them away!

His love for her has always been platonic, so much so that in an interview from a few years ago Isayama said that their relationship was similar to that of a mother with her child.

But I guess Yams kinda forgot how Eremika worked for 130+ chapters uh?

That confession scene wasn't just forced, it was pathetic. It completely erased who Eren was as a character and replaced him with the cheapest copy on sale at Walmart.

(It's been three years and I'm still salty about that panel how is that possible?)

When it comes to Eren and the concept of romance, well.. Yeah pre time skip he was kinda dense, in the typical Shonen protagonist way, buut after the time jump you can clearly see that it's no longer the case from the convo with Falco in Liberio. Pre time skip Eren would have never reached that conclusion.

(Wow, it's almost as if he understands Falco's struggle of not wanting a girl he loves getting titanized, I wonder if it's supposed to mean anything, uhhh.)

[stoned-eren]

wow, i've been saving money lately! i'm so proud of-

[hanuh]

massive 80's series? oh do tell

AHHHH okay, so I don't want to say too much. But it's an Eren x Reader Scifi Horror LONG fic. I have it mapped out, character sheets made for every character, and have researched sooooo much 80's stuff. I'll show y'all a couple screenshots of the first page of my character sheet (minus a bunch of plot points I'll be hiding) but that's all!

There's WAYYYY more characters but I really don't want to spoil much. Just expect lots of turns and twists. and character deaths oops

[huboi]

﹒⪩🕹️⪨﹐I WANNA RIDE﹐♡

╰┈➤ summary; how they react when you ride them

╰┈➤ includes; gn! afab reader, switch! reader, switch! characters, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, spanking, choking, hair pulling, p in v — jjk (gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, choso kamo, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro), aot — (eren jeager, armin arlert, jean krischtien, connie springer, reiner braun, porco galliard, levi ackerman, erwin smith), genshin impact — (kaeya alberich, diluc ragnivnder, zhongli, xiao, thoma, cyno, tighnari)

╰┈➤ a/n; minors dni! this is 18+ content

THE WHIMPERERS

when you ride him, 9/10 you have to take charge despite him starting off as the dom, as he just becomes too pussy drunk to really think of anything other than your pussy squeezing his cock. you have to shut him up a lot too, as he’s too damn loud, you usually do this via making out with him, your hands against his shoulders to help move yourself up and down.

(jjk) — gojo satoru, CHOSO KAMO (aot) — armin arlert, REINER BRAUN (genshin) — XIAO, THOMA

THE GROANERS

when you ride him, he’ll let you think you’re in charge for the first few minutes, but as soon as he wants to go harder and faster, this man will grab your hips and just pound into you from behind, watching as your ass jiggles against his thighs.

this man will be groaning through the entire thing too, right into your ear to be an ass about it, as he knows that just gets you even more riled up than before, he will spank your ass in this position too, so once you’re finished you won’t be able to sit for a good week or two

(jjk) — KENTO NANAMI, sukuna ryomen, TOJI FUSHIGURO (aot) — jean krischtien, connie springer, ERWIN SMITH (genshin) — ZHONGLI

THE MOANERS

this man fucking moans, low key moans more than you do in this position. wanna be a menace and make him moan more? pull his hair, pull his fucking hair, he can take it like the slut he is

if you spit in his mouth, that just gets him even more riled up, yes this motherfucker is kinky as shit. likes the feeling of your chest pressed against his, also enjoys the intimacy of seeing your facial expressions whilst you use him like a dildo

and that’s why you love him so much <3

(jjk) — geto suguru (aot) — EREN JEAGER, levi ackerman (genshin) — KAEYA ALBERICH, diluc ragnivnder, cyno, TIGHNARI

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I DON’T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY ALL BELONG TO THE PEOPLE THAT MADE THE SHOW/GAME THEY’RE FROM

[mommypieck]

𑄽୧ crying with eren 𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 9: oh so messy!!!

✯⁠ eren jeager x reader

✯⁠ warnings: crying, rough oral (male receiving), ball sucking, choking, oral (female receiving), rough doggy, p in v, cream pie (maybe a bit of baby trapping)

You and your boyfriend have been dating for a while now. He's beautiful, smart and perfect in your eyes. Also, the sex life is amazing, he always makes you cum without any problem, and sometimes he even manages to scream out loud from all of the pleasure.

Eren sees you the same, a sweet little thing, who is always so eager for his cock. He loves to see your eyes light up every time you see his cock, it makes him wanna ruin you completely.

"Yeah, baby, take it in your mouth." he breathes out, guiding your head down on his cock. Your lips wrap around his tip, sucking on it lightly while you look up at him with the most innocent face. His eyebrows furrow, he doesn't understand how you can look at him like that while you have his cock in your mouth

"Be careful, sweetheart," he warns you as he thrusts his cock deeper into your mouth. You choke a bit around him, your eyes filling with tears. He stops, you look even more beautiful with tears in your eyes. Your throat hurts from how big he is, but Eren continues thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth.

"You can take it," he grunts, completely letting go. He hammers his cock inside your mouth, making you choke with every thrust. You feel like you can't breathe, tears and saliva running down your face. The expensive mascara you're wearing is smudged all over your face, and your boobs are soaked with all kinds of liquid.

"Lick my balls, love," he says, showing his balls right into your face. They bump into your nose, almost making you fall back, but you try your best to suck them how he wants to.

A pair of arms lifts you up and before you know it, you're thrown on the bed. Eren crawls on top of you, kissing you hungrily. He doesn't waste any time exploring your body before he's settled in between your legs. He licks your pussy a few times before muttering, "You're already so fucking wet, I don't even have to prepare your fucking pussy."

He positions his cock to your opening before thrusting in, knocking the wind out of your lungs. He doesn't give you any time to get used to his size, he has one goal, and it's to make you even messier.

"You love how I fuck you?" he asks with a grin, thrusting as hard as he can. He hits your cervix with every thrust, and it hurts, but it hurts too good for him to stop. He pulls away almost completely before slamming in again, this time you choke a sob. Tears start spilling out of your eyes once again, much to Eren's adoration.

You've never been this beautiful in his eyes. He loves to see your face filled with tears and the choked screams you make. Your whole neighborhood can probably hear how much you plead for him to stop and go harder at the same time. He thinks he finally broke you, finally made you into his doll.

Eren presses your body right into the mattress, preparing for what's about to come.

"I'm gonna fill you up. Are you gonna cum with me?"

You nod your head, hiding your face in the pillows. Your legs trash under Eren's weight as you try to get away from him. He's so mean, but you want him, but at the same time, you can't handle his thrusts.

His thrusts soon become frantic and without any pattern, and you know that he's close. His fingers find your clit, and he fingers it as fast as he can to get you to your orgasm.

"Here it goes, baby," he says, burying his cock as deep inside of you as he can, shooting all of his cum inside of you. You feel yourself being stuffed full, cumming with him. Your shake and trash, both of you riding out your orgasms.

"It was nice," you say quietly, lying down next to Eren.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asks, and you shake your head. He has too rough, but something inside of you liked it.

"You were not, and maybe we can try it sometimes again."

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[honeybubblebeeeeee]

He always needs to be touching you, draped over you.

When you walk together he’s quick to grab your hand and pull you beside him before you get too far. He’d rest your hand on the inside of his elbow and lead you like a gentleman or he’d tuck you under his arm, kissing your head every so often.

When you’re sitting beside him, he always has you pulled right up against him, his arm draped behind you. He can’t help but look at you while you talk and laugh with the people around you. He would cradle your head pulling you towards him so he could kiss your forehead. He’d lean down and kiss your shoulder absentmindedly while you spoke.

He couldn’t stand to be away from you for long either. He’d come home, you’d be busy getting ready for bed. “Where are you, baby?” You could hear his footsteps as he climbed the stairs. “In here! I’ll be out in a minute.” You heard the bed creak as he sat down. “Don’t take too much longer I wanna see my girl.” He’d be all smiles once he finally saw you. “Hi pretty girl. C’mere.” He’d pull you into his lap, his long hair tickling your face as he littered kisses all over your skin.

Standing and talking with someone? He will come up behind you and drape around you, kissing the top of your head, whispering in your ear sweet things as you tried to focus on the person infront of you.

"Where have you been all my life?"

~~~~~

EREN JEAGER, gojo satoru, fushiguro toji, dabi, bakugo Katsuki + ur favs <33

(send requests! <3)

[blckbrdlove]

someone else lights up the room

paring: eren jeager x reader

summary: it’s mid-september and eren’s falling in love for the first time in his whole life. too bad for mikasa, it isn’t with her, but with you.

genre: fluff, smut, slight angst (just in case)

notes: well pals! here she is!! my long, long awaited re-write for this series. a lot of this will seem familiar to those who read this part when i first posted this series, but there is some new stuff we haven’t read yet as well! after this part, almost everything we see will be new to all of us. i am very happy to get this out and to hear everyone’s thoughts on the re-write. reblogs and comments are much, much appreciated. please give me any and all feedback you may have. i know i put it off, and missed lots of deadlines i promised you guys, but i have put my whole heart into her. i am very excited to get this whole series out and completed to you guys, which will all be posted (hopefully) before the end of august.  title credits; nothing new; taylor swift ft. phoebe bridgers

warnings: MINORS DNI, angst, fluff, meet cute, eren is a hopeless romantic, eren is a gentleman, eren is a sweet boy, eren falls in love with reader basically at first sight and has been smitten with her ever since, reader recently got out of a toxic relationship and is still healing- but is also very smitten with eren, unrequited love (mikasa), mentions of creampie, jealousy, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving)

word count: 8k

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Eren spots you from across the courtyard walking with your little blonde friend after his final class for the day. It makes him stop and completely tune out whatever Mikasa is trying to talk to him about regarding their upcoming applications for medical school that are due in a few weeks.

You’ve got on a little light blue floral dress that shows off your legs and collar bones beautifully, and paired with some strappy white sandals that show off the pretty polish on your toenails.

It makes him wonder if your skin is as soft as it looks from this distance. He bets it is, and he bets you smell really good, too.

Your friend says something that makes you laugh, the sound bringing a half grin on Eren’s own face as his heart stutters in his chest.

Mikasa looks up to see if he’s paying attention, quickly taking notice of the gleam in his eyes and half smile beginning to take up his face. It almost makes her smile before she realizes he isn’t even paying attention to her.

Her gaze follows the direction of his, quickly noticing you walking in their direction with your friend’s arm linked through yours.

She quickly frowns, being unfortunately reminded of the deep infatuation that Eren has with you that began during last spring’s semester. Honestly, the first time he talked about you, she thought you were an idiot, being the only junior in a freshman level chemistry class and barely passing. She often wondered if Eren tweaked your grades on the papers and exams he graded as Professor Hange’s TA, not that she would ever admit that to him.

Annie had been the one to inform him that you had a boyfriend, and had been with said boyfriend since high school, her knowing from not only going to high school with you and your friends but having been in the same friend group before she broke up with Bertholdt. Apparently her friendship wasn’t as valued to you guys as his was and she made her quick exit and found herself in their little friend group now, thanks to her and Armin’s relationship, if you could even call it that currently.

Discovering your relationship didn’t quell Eren’s interest a bit, and he asked Annie to tell him everything she knew about you, which was actually quite a bit despite not being very close to you.

Annie met you through your, now ex, boyfriend Porco Galliard. You were a cheerleader and top of your class at Marley Prep and you have stupid rich parents who fund your whole lifestyle and want you to be the happiest you can be.

In Mikasa’s mind, you just really aren’t the type of person she think Eren would be happy with. Sure, his family is well off, but your parents, from what she knows, are on a whole different level, and you seem shallow.

She ends up so lost in thought she doesn’t even hear Armin walk up and start a conversation with them, going off about some party that Annie said she was going to tonight and hinted that she’d like to see him there if he was available.

“Armin, not that I mind going with you, but I’m not sure why you need me to go with you?” Eren spoke with slight confusion.

Armin looks between Eren and Mikasa, “I’ll just feel better if the two of you are there with me,”

Eren’s gaze turns soft when he notices how tense Armin is, how nervous he actually is at the thought of joining Annie at this party. Mikasa speaks up before Eren can respond, “We have a really, really important lab tomorrow, but as long as we aren’t out too late we can come.”

It almost upsets Eren at how definitive her answer is, how she’s decided for them that they need to be home at a certain time, that he needs to be home at a certain time. He isn’t a child, and he’s getting tired of all the coddling he gets between Mikasa and his mother.

“Lab isn’t until 9 anyway, so we don’t have to be home that early anyway.”

Armin throws his arms around his two best friends, mumbling quick thank you’s and you guys are the best.

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Eren doesn’t exactly hate parties, but he didn’t particularly want to be here tonight. He’s under a lot of stress with his applications for early acceptance to his top medical school choices being due soon and his mom has been on his ass about coming to visit, which he typically doesn’t mind doing but before returning to campus for this last year at university, he and his dad got into a huge fight over where he’d be going to school and residencies and all the bullshit he didn’t want to deal with, especially since he still hasn’t told his dad that he doesn’t know if he plans on going to medical school.

But there isn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for Armin, and if Armin needs him here for moral support, then he’s here.

Grabbing a cup and putting who knows what is in it, he turns around to make his way back to the living room to find his friends when he stumbles into another body. Reaching for your wrist, nearly dropping his cup in the process, he helps steady your body as his eyes widen slightly realizing just who it is he just ran into.

You’re slightly more intoxicated than you’d typically like to be, but after spending the afternoon watching your phone blow up with text after text from Porco before you finally had to buckle down and block him, again, over some of the hateful things he had sent you, all you wanted to do was drink and forget about the stupid break up, which paired perfectly with the fact that Hitch had wanted to come to this party and stalk Marlo.

Eren’s eyes trail up your figure, taking in all of you. Tonight you’re wearing dark wash jeans that compliment you in all the right places, light rips line the area of your thighs. The denim comes up and rests perfectly on your hips, while the light pink top you have on hugs your chest in a way that Eren knows if he looks for too long, his own jeans will start to get tight, with the amount of cleavage your showing on top of the way it clings to you.

Your own eyes look over him, taking in his pairing of dark wash jeans and a plain black shirt that clings to his muscles just right. He’s got nice hair too, you note to yourself, and it’s thrown into a sexy messy bun. You can’t help but wonder if it’s as soft as it looks.

The two of you make eye contact and it feels like his eyes are trying to find your soul with how deeply he’s looking at you.

Your staring is interrupted by Hitch, who stumbles in and grabs your free wrist with a giddy look in her eyes, “You won’t believe who just got here,” And just like that, you’re pulled away from him and into the crowd of people.

Hitch drags you over to your other two friends. Historia is sitting on Ymir’s lap as the latter is whispering, what you can only assume, dirty words in her ear. The way Historia is fidgeting in her girlfriend’s lap with her lip between her teeth makes you fairly sure that the two won’t be here for much longer.

You look at Hitch with a raised eyebrow and tilt your head back to the two of them in question. “Reiner is here.” Distaste fills your features at the mention of the blond brute as you hum before taking Historia’s cup from her and drinking the bitter, clean liquid.

“Vodka? Yuck.” Your face is scrunched up as you close your eyes and drink the remainder of the drink. You look back at Hitch, “No Pieck?”

Hitch frowns at the mention of the dark haired girl and shakes her head, not knowing why you would even bother to ask.

Pieck wasn’t initially your friend, she was his friend, but she quickly embedded herself into your friend group after you had started dating him. Hitch never really liked her, to be fair Hitch doesn’t really like anyone, in fact she always thought Pieck had tried a little too hard to be your friend, always looked at you a little too long. There had been multiple occasions where the shorter girl would lace her fingers with yours when she thought no one was paying attention, or Hitch would find her sending a heated glare in Proco’s direction when he would cling to you in front of her.

And it’s not like she’s even been around since the monumental breakup that occurred in June. Sending all of your calls to voicemail and neglecting the group chat before Ymir had enough and finally just kicked her out completely.

Needless to say, Hitch thought Pieck was fucking weird. But what she thought was weirder was that after you and Porco broke up, she completely ghosted not only the group- which Hitch could’ve excused- but you as well. Hitch couldn’t care less about Pieck not wanting to stay friends with her, but what bothered her was how hurt you were over it.

Sure, you have herself, Historia, and Ymir. Hitch has been your best friend since first grade and has never been anything less than your rock. Always there when you need her and never letting you down. And Historia joined the two of you, turning your duo into a trio in sixth grade when you and Hitch decided to join the cheer squad for middle school, and you met Historia at tryouts. The three of you made the squad and the rest was history.

When Ymir started dating Historia freshman year of college, she quickly learned how much you and Hitch meant to her, and in turn, as long as it was in her means, if you needed anything she was there.

But Pieck’s different, she’s no Historia, and she’s definitely no Hitch, but she’s Pieck and you hold a lot of love for her. And you were absolutely heartbroken that when you called her after the huge final blowout between you and Porco and she didn’t answer.

Sure, Hitch and Historia know how bad your relationship was, they know everything, but Pieck was the only one who saw how bad it was. It killed you to know she didn’t care enough to even just answer or send you a stupid text despite everything.

As if she can sense your mood dampening, Hitch grabs your hands, smiling wide and giddy again as she remembers why she drug you out of the kitchen in the first place, “You will not believe who is here!”

You roll your eyes playfully as you turn to give her your full attention so she can talk all about Marlo, not even noticing the eyes that can’t stop looking in your direction.

Across the room Eren stands with Mikasa and Armin, the blonde nearly sweating through his light blue button up shirt. Despite trying to calm him down, Mikasa can tell Eren’s mind is elsewhere. He keeps glancing across the room.

Following his eyes, Mikasa’s land on you with your friends and she has to fight an eyeroll, already irritated with being here.

Despite thinking his crush was stupid, hollow even, she couldn’t deny that she’ll never forget how upset she had been when she overheard Eren talk about you with Armin, the former had told him that you were probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

When she looked up your instagram later that same night, her stomach knotted as she noticed just how pretty you looked in all your photos, how put together you always seemed. Mikasa’s never really been insecure over girls Eren had brought in and out over the years, but you were just a different story.

Armin seems to finally catch on to the fact that Eren isn’t paying attention to his nervous ranting.

“Eren! Hello?” Armin finally snaps him out of trance, Eren looking at him briefly before looking back over at you, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He tells him off handedly, gaze still on you. You have a bright smile on your face as Hitch says something, he assumes, is funny.

“You should just go talk to her,” Armin finally tells him with an exasperated sigh, which causes both Eren and Mikasa’s heads to snap towards him.

“Why would I do that?” “Why would he do that?” Eren’s eyes meet Mikasa’s as she blushes harshly under his gaze that holds deep offense.

Armin looks between the two before he clears his throat awkwardly, “I mean it’s not like she has a boyfriend anymore or anything. Worst case scenario she ignores you,”

Eren nods before frowning slightly, “Yeah, but I almost knocked her down in the kitchen and didn’t even apologize,”

Armin looks at him with wide eyes, almost gasping, “You mean to tell me you finally had a chance to talk to her? And you didn’t?”

Another offended look is on Eren’s face in an instant, “How do you know I didn’t talk to her?”

Armin scoffs as he rolls his eyes at Eren’s question, “Well, actually, I know you. And I know for a fact that you didn’t talk to her because you wouldn’t be over here with us talking about her, you’d be over there with her. And I also know that even if talking to her didn’t work out, you still would’ve said something about it.”

Mikasa frowns again, “But aren’t we supposed to be here to support you, Armin? I mean you’re a nervous wreck.” Armin gives her a weird side eye, and frowns lightly at her behavior.

“I mean I have you here, and Jean and Connie are here if all else fails?” Though he says it as if it’s a question, Mikasa knows the question is why she’s being so defensive about Eren talking to you.

“I think it’ll be fine,” Armin turns back to Eren, giving him a nervous grin, “Just go talk to her1 Annie’s here already anyway.”

Eren nods to himself, and then looks between Armin and Mikasa with a half grin that makes Mikasa want to melt into a puddle. “Wish me luck.”

As Eren makes his way across the room towards you, Mikasa can’t help but frown as she starts to compare herself to you. The outfit you’ve got on compliments your body so nicely, while her ripped black jeans and black tank top do nearly nothing for her own figure. You’re also pretty outgoing, while Mikasa can barely hold a conversation with anyone who she hasn’t known since high school without cringing at herself.

The glitter that frames your eyes is also a deep contrast from the black liner that is smudged around her own, your hair is nicely styled with a pretty silver butterfly clip holding some of it back while Mikasa’s hair is at an awkward stage of nearly outgrown because she hasn’t had a chance to go get it trimmed since coming back to school.

She also has bags starting to form under her eyes, the long nights of studying getting to her. Choosing pre-med as her major in an attempt to stay close to Eren starting to bite her in the ass since it comes a lot easier for him, so he doesn’t have to study as much.

Jean and Connie join Armin and Mikasa once they notice Annie in the kitchen. Connie walks up behind Armin and wraps his arm around him, getting close to his ear so he can give him a pep talk on how to woo Annie. Armin grumbles back that he doesn’t need his help, but when Sasha bounces over, she gets on Armin’s other side and tells him that Connie means well, just take his advice!

Jean stands awkwardly next to Mikasa, who has yet to take her eyes off of Eren. Her eyes finally avert to Jean when he starts talking.

“You look really nice tonight, Mikasa,” She has a slight frown on her face, but she mumbles back a small thanks as she bites her lip. She looks like she does every day, and she wants to tell him that, but instead she gives him a fake smile that she knows he can see right though and asks him if he wants to go find something to drink. He has an idea of what she’s trying to do but smiles softly and tells her to lead the way.

As the two of them make their way to the kitchen, Mikasa takes another glance towards your direction, stomach dropping even more when she takes note that Eren’s standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

Hitch had been going on about Marlo and how handsome she think he is for the past twenty minutes; Ymir is about five minutes away from taking Historia up to a bathroom, and you’ve had probably one too many solo cups full of vodka when Eren made his way to you, hands in his pockets and a boyish half smile on his face.

Hitch cuts herself off mid-sentence when she takes note of the six foot two man towering over the couch you occupy, eyebrows raised as she looks between the two of you with a sparkle in her eye once she realizes his eyes are strictly on you.

Your own eyes are wide with drunken curiosity as you look at him. “I know you!” Your voice makes Eren smile slightly as you continue, “You bumped into me in the kitchen, right?”

Eren winces and lets out an awkward laugh, “Uh, yeah. I just wanted to come over and apologize, I had meant to earlier but was a little distracted.”

His heart sputters when you let out a soft giggle, “Oh, don’t worry about it! Parties can get distracting. Though, I’d hate to think you’ve spent this whole party thinking about apologizing instead of actually enjoying yourself,”

Though there’s a teasing glint in the smile on your face and in your tone, your eyes tell him you’re genuinely worried he spent the whole party worrying about the fact that he ran into you.

“Oh, uh no. Well I mean I was distracted by you, but” His eyes widen once he realizes what he said, while Hitch has to hold back laughter at the man in front of her turning red.

“You were distracted by me?” Your tone is slightly disbelieving, and your eyes have a certain shine in them that he doesn’t quite recognize but the look on your face has his own flushing even more.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Ymir and Historia have pulled away from each other and make eye contact with Hitch, whose eyes are gleefully wide as she looks between them over your head. Historia is a little confused due to the amount of liquor she’s drank in such little, but Ymir catches on pretty quickly to what Hitch is getting at and reaches across Historia to tell you that they’re gonna head out and they’ll see you later. Historia looks confused and goes to protest but a quick look from Ymir has her quiet despite her confusion.

Waving bye to your friends, Hitch looks across the room and her eyes land on Marlo, she looks back at Eren with a coy smirk, “Keep an eye on her for me, yeah?” and before he can answer she’s up and gone.

You and Eren sit in a semi-awkward silence for a few moments before he speaks up, “Do you want another drink?” He cringes at his question and silently prays that you don’t think the worst, that he’s just trying to get you drunk.

“Actually, I think I’ve had enough to drink, but maybe we can go sit outside or something?” He nods, an excited look in his eyes that makes you smile brightly. He reaches his hand out to you, and you take it, smiling wider as he helps you up and puts an arm around your back to take you outside. Neither of you notice the heated glare in Mikasa’s eyes as she watches from the kitchen.

It’s a lot more comfortable outside, you’re able to breathe and hear a lot  better. He sits next to you on the ground up against the rough brick of the house as the two of you spend nearly the next hour talking about whatever comes to mind.

Eren asks a lot about you, what you like, what your favorite food is, why your favorite song is your favorite song, asks about your major. He tells you that he thinks you look like an art major, which in turn you tell him you didn’t expect him to be in pre-med, which he laughs lightly as he nods in agreement, telling you it definitely wasn’t his first choice. You don’t ask him to elaborate, which he’s thankful for.

Mikasa frowns from her spot next to Sasha as Eren makes his way back over to the group, you shyly behind him with your fingers laced through his. Armin smiles and has to refrain from sending a thumbs up towards Eren once he notices you’re with him. Annie smiles, what Mikasa would consider her most genuine smile, and waves at you. Mikasa nearly forgot that the two of you used to be good friends at one point.

Mikasa tunes out the rest of the group as Eren explains that he’s gonna head out, you’re getting tired, and he wants to make sure you get home safe. He’s got that boyish smile on his face, and Mikasa watches how you’ve got a blinding grin on your own face, eyes not leaving him as he speaks to his friends.

Jean watches Mikasa’s eyes water slightly as Eren sticks his hand in your back pocket as the two of you walk away. Her watery eyes meeting his as she silently begs for him to make the pain go away.

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Eren has you pinned up against the front door to his apartment before it can even slam shut behind you. Your chest pushed up against the door as his hands work their way up and down your sides under your shirt, teasing the underside of your breast as he grinds his erection into your ass as your back arches.

His left hand moves your hair to the side so he can suck on your neck while his right hand reaches for the button of your jeans, making quick work of getting them undone and slipping his hand into your panties. His middle finger makes quick work in circles on your clit, making you gasp in surprise and reach up with you right hand and grab at the back of his head, tangling your fingers his soft brown hair.

The light pull of your fingers causes him to groan and bite down on your neck, causing you to gasp in surprise.

He pulls his hand out of your pants and moves both hands to the hem of your jeans and begins to pull them down. His husky voice in your ear makes you moan out loud when he tells you how badly he wants to taste you.

His body follows his hands as he pulls your jeans down to your ankles, slapping your ass lightly before he spreads your cheeks so he can get a nice view of your cunt, and he groans when he sees how fucking wet you are.

His thumb finds your clit and he puts just the slightest bit of pressure, but somehow it’s enough to make you let out a soft moan of pleasure, causing him to smirk.

“Yeah, you like that, baby?” You nod and moan louder as he puts more pressure, rubbing harsh circles as he leans forward and dips his tongue into you. He groans at your taste, and he takes his thumb away from your clit so he can use both hands to pull your body closer to his face.

“God you taste so fucking good,” His words make you blush, but he gives you no time to respond, his tongue finding its way back to your clenching hole.

“Ohmygod,” You can’t contain the gasp of pleasure that leaves you as your right hand reaches around to hold his head in place as he continues fucking his tongue in and out of you, hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you as close to his face as he possibly can, breathing be damned.

His tongue alternates between fucking your hole and licking at your clit. His left hand moves from your hip to your cunt, and he sticks two fingers inside you as he continues licking at your clit. He groans at your tightness around his fingers, that with the addition of the taste of you driving him insane.

“Er-eren!” You yelp out his name as his fingers make quick work of finding your g-spot, you feel him smirk against you once he feels the spongey spot. Fingering you faster, his mouth moves back to your clit, and he puckers his lips around it and begins to harshly suck on it.

The feeling is too much, you feel like you can’t breathe. His fingers repeatedly hitting your g-spot, and his mouth harshly sucking on your clit has you cumming before you even realize it.

“Eren, ah! Fuck, I-I’m cumming,” You moan out, trying to warn him so he can pull away if he wants. But he somehow manages to keep surprising you.

“That’s right baby, you fucking cum for me.” Curling his fingers slightly harder against your g-spot, his free hand grips your hip harder to hold you in place as your body starts to tremble as your orgasm washes over you. He doesn’t pull his fingers away until you’re nearly sobbing from the stimulation against your g-spot, and he slowly pulls his fingers out of your clenching hole.

He smirks as you gasp, one hand still clinging to his head while the other hold the trim by the door for dear life. Slightly leaning forward, he licks your cunt one last time in a harsh strip from your clit up, momentarily sneaking his tongue back in you one last time for good measure.

Pulling away from you, he stands back up, slowly pulling your underwear back up. Giving your ass a light tap, he bends back down and lifts your legs up one at a time at your knees to help you pull your jeans off of your ankles. Eren folds and lays them on the end table by the front door before he makes his way back over to you, who’s now turned around, face flushed and facing him with legs still slightly shaking.

He smiles at you once his hands find their place back on your hips, mouth meeting yours in a kiss that makes you gasp in surprise, but your arms quickly make their way around his neck. Licking your bottom lip, he lifts you enough to where you can wrap your legs around his waist so he can walk you to his room. His tongue works its way into your mouth, causing you to moan slightly around it as he continues kissing you until he reaches his room and sits you on the edge of the bed.

You look at him confused when he makes his way over to his closet, pulling out an old black band t-shirt. It’s faded, but well taken care of. Your eyebrows furrow when he hands it to you and makes his way to his dresser, pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants and changing into them, leaving the t-shirt he was wearing off.

“Did you not want to…” Your voice trails off as you look at him with furrowed brows as he makes his way back over to you, fighting hard to keep your eyes off of his naked chest. He crouches down so your eye level, and he frowns when he sees the slight insecurity swimming in your eyes.

Reaching a hand up, he caresses your face and rubs his thumb just under your eye before he lightly pulls your face to his, kissing you again. This kiss is much lighter than the previous one, softer, he’s being much gentler. When he pulls away you frown slightly, leaning forward for more but he stops you.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, trust me when I say I do want to. Like, very badly.” He huffs out a laugh through his nose, the furrow in your brow slightly deepening in a silent question, “But I also happen to enjoy you very much, and I’d like to take you out properly, ya know?” He blushes deeply as he says it, but the smile on your face brings a huge grin to his own.

Reaching forward, you wrap your arms back around him, pushing your face into his neck as a small sigh leaves your mouth, “I think you might be very good for me,” Eren hears you whisper as you nuzzle your face into his neck. Eren lets out a soft but genuine laugh as he pulls your body closer to his, hoping you’re right. Hoping he might just be good enough for you.

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Mikasa looks around Jeans room, trying to stay as far away from him as possible in his full size bed, and she can’t help but wonder what you and Eren are doing right now.

Regret starts building deep in her gut as she realizes what she’s done with Jean will not only change the dynamic between the two of them, but also the fact that Armin is going to be so fucking disappointed in her once he realizes she only slept with Jean because she was upset Eren left with you.

Carefully crawling out of his bed, she quickly finds her phone and clothes before getting dressed and quietly leaving Jeans room.

Guilt is swirling in her stomach as she walks as quickly and quietly as she can out of his apartment and makes her way up a few flights of stairs to the one she shares with Armin and Eren.

She prays to herself that Armin and Annie decided to go back to Annie’s place, so they don’t have to see the disgusted look she has on her face. Disgust with herself, disgust with the fact that Jean let her use him, disgust with the fact that that the more she walks, the more she can feel Jean’s cum leaking out of her. Her disgust is quickly overcome by even more guilt as she unlocks the front door to the apartment.

Guilt is a terrible feeling, it’s nothing compared to the heartbreak she feels as she’s walking towards her room. Because the last thing she expected when she walked past the bathroom was to see Eren holding you up on the counter by the sink as he attempts to wipe the glitter off of your eyes.

He’s got that stupid smile on his face as he whispers for you to keep your eyes shut, he’s almost done. He holds your head at the nape of your neck gently with one hand while the other makes work of carefully rubbing your eye.

You’re mumbling incoherently, sleep lacing your voice as you hold your arms around his neck, head following wherever his hand guides it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Eren notices Mikasa’s disheveled appearance, while he doesn’t make a comment one it, she notices the way he raises his eyebrow in surprise.

She wishes she could say something to defend herself, but her gaze is too caught on you. The way he holds you tenderly makes her stomach turn, he’s so careful and gentle as he caresses your face, it makes her frown in envy.

“We’re almost done, you can have the bathroom in a minute,” Eren tells her softly, and she hates that she knows his soft words aren’t for her benefit but your own. She watches as he does a quick glance over your face one last time before he throws away the makeup wipes from a brand she didn’t recognize, watches as he gently lifts you at your hips to wrap your legs around his waist and how your face instantly makes its way to his neck in an almost natural way.

“Night, Mikasa,” Eren whispers and smiles when he hears you mumble a soft night of your own. “Good night, Eren,” Her voice isn’t above a whisper either, so he doesn’t hear her voice crack as he shuts his bedroom door, leaving her in the soft yellow glow of the bathroom light, alone.

Despite all the negative and harsh thoughts running through her mind, all she can focus on is the fact that Eren had let you wear his favorite shirt.

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Eren’s been awake for nearly fifteen minute, he knows he should probably wake you up too. He has a class in a little over an hour, and if he waits too much longer to get up, Mikasa will come to get him like she always does when he sleeps in.

But he can’t bring himself to care, not when you’re lying next to him making that old ass ‘the cure’ t-shirt look as good as you currently are.

He can’t help but admire you. You just look so perfect.

“You’re staring.” Eren flinches in surprise at your words, not realizing that you’ve already woken up.

“I’m gazing,” You peek an eye open at his words, a half-smile making its way onto your face at his cheesiness.

“It’s creepy.” He scoffs at you, leaning his face so close to your own that your noses are touching. “I think it’s pretty romantic.”

A hum leaves you as your raise your eyebrows at him, eyes closing slightly as you lean closer to him, lips nearly touching his, “Romantic you say?”

He sighs, nodding as his eyes refuse to leave yours, “Definitely romantic.”

Just as he’s about to lean in to seal the deal, a loud knock at his door causes the two of you to pull away from each other, “Eren, get up. We have class in a little more than an hour. I will not be late again to one of Hange’s classes because of you.”

He groans, head falling right next to your shoulder, “Yeah. Thanks, Mikasa,”

A laugh leaves your mouth, causing Eren to grin, “What time is it anyway?”

Eren reaches for his phone, clicking it on, “9:15,”

You groan loudly in despair. “I have class at 10:30,” The pout on your face almost has Eren asking if you want to skip and go get breakfast. Almost. But when you reach for your phone and sit up he decides against it.

He watches you scroll through your phone for a minute, not peeking at whatever you’re doing so he doesn’t seem like a creep. You’ve still got a little bit of glitter on your face from last night, and Eren inwardly cringes at the fact that he couldn’t get all of it off.

He likes the way you look in his bed, not to get ahead of himself but he definitely thinks that waking up with you a few days a week is something he could get used to.

Hopefully, next time you guys will have time to go get breakfast though, or maybe if it’s a weekend, you could get brunch.

Eren’s thoughts leave his mind when you look back over at him, a soft smile on your face, “Any chance I can get you to give me a ride home on your way to campus?”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He tries not to sound too excited at the thought of you sitting in his passenger seat. You mumble out a soft thank you as you watch him get out of bed and make his way towards his closet, leaning your head in the palm of your hand as you admire the way his back muscles move and flex when he pulls a black t-shirt over his head.

“What class do you have this morning?” He asks, with genuine curiosity, you look away to give him some sort of privacy as he takes off his sweatpants and underwear so he can put on a pair of dark wash jeans and new briefs.

“Oh, um, it’s an advanced sketching class. Nothing special.” Running your fingers through your hair, you stand up and look around his room for your jeans.

Eren turns back around as he’s buttoning his pants up, smiling when he finds you standing awkwardly without pants on. “Your pants are in the living room,”

A half-grin is on your lips when you make eye contact with him and nod. “Right, I forgot.”

“Forgot I ate you up against my front door last night?” He’s cheeky, and it makes your body heat up as you bite your lip to stop a smile from showing you enjoy his teasing. Reaching over, you lightly slap his arm and mumble for him to get his head out of the gutter, to which he gives you a cheeky smile and a peck on the cheek in relation.

Mikasa is sitting on the couch in the living room when the two of you walk out, and she has to fight looking at you too long once she notices you still aren’t wearing pants. Just that stupid t-shirt that Eren’s been attached to ever since he found it at some local thrift store when they were fourteen.

You smile and send her a small wave, getting a blank look in return that makes you frown slightly. Eren appears in front of you, holding your jeans with that same boyish grin on his face. “I think your shoes are still in my car,” A small okay leave your mouth as your slide your jeans on, not really caring for modesty at the moment since everyone in the room has already seen you without pants on.

Eren holds your phone and keys out to you, “I, uh, couldn’t find your shirt or the clip you had in your hair last night.” As he scratches the back of his neck, you have to refrain from ogling his biceps as they flex. “Oh, uh, that’s okay,”

Before either of you can say anything else, Mikasa clears her throat, “I hate to interrupt, but we have a class to get to.”

Eren gives her a weird look at the tone she uses and the look she’s giving you. “Actually, we’re taking a detour. We’re going to drop her off at her place first.”

She frowns and looks over you under her nose now that she’s standing, before giving him another look, “Eren, we seriously can’t be late again.”

You finally decide to speak up, “I can always get an uber-“

“I think that would be for the best.” “Absolutely not!”

You look awkwardly between the two of them as they glare at each other, feeling extremely out of place. You give Eren an uncomfortable look, “Really, I can find my own way home,”

Eren lets out a scoff, his eyes softening as he looks at you again, “It’s really not a big deal. And if she has such a problem with it, she can take a bus.”

Mikasa lets out a noise of disbelief grumbling a whatever, sending you a sharp glare as she storms to her room to grab her bag.

She can’t fucking believe him, how dare he? She’s been nothing but good to him for twenty-two years and this is what she gets in return? Over some random girl who didn’t even know his fucking name twenty-four hours ago?

The car ride to your apartment from theirs consists of an extremely awkward fourteen minutes, not that you were counting. Mikasa had sent you another intense glare when you went to sit in the front, practically forcing you to sit in the back and ignored you the whole time, talking over you anytime you tried to respond when Eren spoke to you.

You have to refrain from letting a huge sigh of relief leave you once the car stops in front of your building. Eagerly getting out of the car, you don’t even notice Eren quickly stumbling out of the driver’s seat as he tries to catch up with you.

“Hey! Hey, wait up!” His voice makes you halt your steps, turning around to look at him. “I’m really sorry about you, I don’t think she had a great night last night and-”

“You don’t owe me an explanation, Eren,” You don’t mean to interrupt, but he really doesn’t owe you any sort of explanation.

Slightly frowning he responds, “Well, I know. I, I just had a really, really good time last night, and I didn’t want to end things on a bad note or before I can ask for your number.”

“You could’ve just asked,” A light laugh leaves you at his more detailed than explanation, “I just meant you don’t have to apologize for your friend. Everyone has bad nights sometimes, and having someone throw of your routine can make stuff like that even worse.”

“Oh,” He laughs awkwardly as you hold out your hand for him to give you his phone. He watches with enthusiasm as you punch in your number before calling yourself, so you have his number.

“Text me later! I’d stay and talk more, but I need to go change for class and I think if you stay any longer, Mikasa may just glare a hole in my skull.” You press your lips against his cheek softly before you turn around to enter your building, “See ya later, Eren.”

His whole face is burning up by the time he gets in the car, too engrossed in what just happened to even notice that Mikasa has a deep scowl painting her features.

His phone buzzes, pulling it out he sees it’s a text from you. A fond smile is on his face when he sees it’s a mirror selfie of you in his t-shirt with a half grin on what shows of your face. For my contact photo &lt;3

“Are we going to class or what?” Mikasa grits out with a hateful tone, snapping him out of his trance.

“Oh, right.” He awkwardly coughs out as he starts the twenty minute drive to campus. Very, uncomfortably, awkward twenty minutes.

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Walking out of your sketching class, you’re pleasantly surprised to find Eren standing there waiting for you with, what you assume is, an iced coffee in his hand. Once he notices you, a huge smile appears on his face.

“Hey!” Your face heats as he hands you the drink enthusiastically, “Uh, Hi!” You look between him and the drink with curious eyes, causing him to blush as you take it.

“Oh, right. It’s an iced chai, with oat milk. I had Armin make it, he said you seemed like the type to like chai, but if you don’t like it then I can take you and get you something else.”

Your eyes don’t leave his face as he goes on about how Armin said oat milk was definitely a safe choice, because in case you have a dairy allergy, he firmly believes it superior non-dairy milk. Eren continues rambling for a few minutes about how he has no idea about the differences between almond and oat milk before he finds himself lost in your eyes that seem lost in his.

Smiling, you reach your free hand and grab his own, “I love oat milk. And, I have to agree with Armin, it is the superior non-dairy milk.”

Relief washes over his features as he smiles brightly at you, eyes traveling over you as he takes in your outfit change from this morning. You’ve chosen pink again today, and he can’t deny that it looks great on you, though he wishes you had kept on his shirt instead of going with the pink jeans with the pink corduroy jacket over a cropped white tank top you’ve chosen today.

You clutch your black tote bag closer to you as you sip the drink happily, grinning at Eren as you bite on the straw.

He smiles softly and clears his throat, “Anyway, I had a question for you.”

You quirk a brow, nodding for him to continue, “There’s this old theatre in town, they play lots of older films. They’re playing Rear Window on Friday at 7:30. Last night you mentioned you like older movies, so,” he sticks his hands in his pockets, biting his lip and glancing up at you, green eyes shining.

Your face heats up even more if possible, “Are you asking me out?” You pray his answer is yes.

“I mean, yeah! But, like, only if you want, though,” He’s met with a lip bite as you fight back yet another grin.

Despite wanting to say yes, you feel the slight need to be cautious. “I would love to go see Rear Window with you, but-”

Eren has to fight the frown that begs to take over his features at your words as you continue. “I just got out of a relationship. The only relationship I have ever been in, actually. And, well it wasn’t exactly a great relationship,”

Looking up at him you give him a small smile, “I would love to go out with you Eren, on a date. But do you think we could maybe, I don’t know, just hang out for a little bit? Take things slow?”

Eren tries not to look disappointed, because he does understand and he’s not disappointed, more bummed than anything honestly. But, he’s spent a whole semester pining over you, what’s a little longer?

“Absolutely!” The relief in your eyes makes whatever disappointment that was trying to creep in disappear completely.

Yeah, he absolutely can take things slow. No problem at all, right?

Can you take things slow, though? Probably not.

A comfortable silence develops between the two of you as you leave the fine arts building and head towards the parking lot to the south of it, “Do you want to get lunch with me and my friends tomorrow? I can pick you up around 1?”

Looking at him, you smile and nod, “Yeah, but are you sure no one will mind?”

Neither of you need to say anything to know you’re referring to Mikasa and her behavior towards you this morning. His face falls slightly at the thought of you not wanting to meet or hang out with his friends just because she was acting out of character this morning.

“Of course not!” It rushes out before he can control it. “If you’re worried about Mikasa, she had just had a bad night last night, like I was telling you earlier. It had absolutely nothing to do with you!”

You bite your lip, still unsure as you two come to a stop next to your car. Looking up at him, you sigh internally when you see his green eyes are already staring deeply at you, as if he’s begging you to say yes.

Despite a nagging feeling deep in your stomach, one telling you not to give in, especially so soon, a small voice in your head tells you that this, that he, could be good for you.

A soft smile creeps onto your glossy lips as you nod, telling him you’d be happy to go with him to lunch with his friends.

The smile the breaks out on his face makes all your negative thoughts disappear.

This will be a good thing, worst case, you just don’t click with his friends. He seems to like you plenty well already, and you like to think you’re likeable, surely his friends will, at the very least, get along with you.

[aiizenn]

his spark. eren jeager.

ₓ˚. ୭ cw: physical therapist fem!reader, mmafighter!eren, somewhat mean!eren, nsfw, p in v, rough intercourse, slight fingering, pet names, cussing, use of word daddy once, tiny aftercare at the end

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა thought about this after reading the manhwa jinx for the umpth time. mma fighter eren makes me feel some type of way.

eren: locker room at 8:45 exact. don’t be late.

of course he’s texting you minutes right before a match, it’s always been like this. you gather your equipment from the passengers side as you get out your car. he could’ve at least texted an hour ago, not fifteen minutes before the time he demanded. his locker room is a good twenty minute walk, he’s going to pissed.

8:52 pm

you’re in-front of his door, mentally and somewhat physically preparing yourself. you barely get the chance to knock as eren swings the door open and drags you inside.

“you’re seven minutes late, doll face.”

oh, he’s angry.

“yeah, well maybe if you’d texted me in advance i wouldn’t be late” you bark at him. yeah, you accepted to be his spark, drug, boost, or motivation before every one of his matches but you had things to do and places to be. and he knew that, but he didn’t care. the moment he needs you, you must drop everything and attend him, that was the “deal”.

“watch your tone, pretty girl. don’t get feisty with me now, you are in no position.” he says in a low voice, and you scoff in response turning your head away. he grabs your chin and makes you face him. he leans in close and whispers, “shall we put that mouth to better use?” not seconds later he puts his lips on yours, devouring you like a starved man. one hand on your neck pulling you in, whilst the other roams around the hem of your uniform top. slowly, he slides his hand under your top until he reaches your breasts.

“hmm, no bra tonight?” smirking in between kisses. “why wear one when it’ll just end up on the floor, right?” you say, all breathy. “panties?” “all wet just for you” fuckkk, he’s loosing it. he removes your top, taking you in. shit, you’re breathtaking. his lips head straight to your neck, and starts sucking…hard. that’s definitely leaving a mark. his head dips lower to your collarbone and bites the area. aaagh. he heads back to kissing your lips, while placing his knee between your thighs.

“hmm, yes doll face, they’re wet indeed. and all jus’ for me.” he moans. “so fuckin’ pretty, such a good slut for me”

you whimpered at that, needing more, you start to move against his knee. “aw, you want more? brats don’t get what they want…you have to deserve it” he starts pinching your nipples. he looks at you, enjoying every second of your reaction. he removes one hand from your breast and moves it up to your mouth. “suck” he demands, and you do. you sucked on them like your life depended on it. “such a good brat” he says as he removes your bottom uniform.

a clear, big wet spot right in the middle of the material. he smirks, proud of himself and you. eren removes his fingers from your mouth and wipes your lips. then places them on top of your wet spot, making small circles. the pace of his movements were pure torture. you whimper, asking for more. a playful laugh escapes his lips as he removes your panties. exposing your pussy completely to the cold air.

“you look just about good enough to eat.” you get turned on more by his statement. “but we’ll leave that for some other time” he says while palming himself. he inserts the fingers you sucked on without warning, and you feel pure bliss. “look at that, all loose and ready.” he plays a bit, fingering you, hard. once done he takes out his cock. god, he’s big. you still can’t understand how that fits inside you. he strokes his cock before placing the tip to your entry. seconds pass before he rams into you. you place your arms around him, digging your nails into his broad back.

“this is what you wanted” he groaned. slamming in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. he picks you up while he’s inside, you get tighter with the movements. your pussy wrapping around him, sucking him in so nicely making him go feral. he wants to make a mess out of you. he thrusts in and out so hard, making you see stars.

“yess, just like that” you moaned. your breathy moans encourage eren to go faster and harder. loud whimpers and moans left your lips, causing eren to groan. “gotta keep it down, pretty girl. don’t want the others to hear how dirty of a cum slut you are, right?” you can’t think straight. you want to kiss him. you move your hands up from his shoulders to his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. and he kisses you. “eren, i-i cant…tis too much please.” “you can take it, you’ve done it before, cmon. be a good girl” “just a little more.” soon after he pushes you against a cold wall, adding more pleasure.

“em close…fuckk eren so close” you scream. “beg for it” he demands as he sucks on your neck. “please, p-please, daddy lemme cum, i’ve been a good slut.” “fuckk pretty girl, where do you want it?” “mouth, please” he places you gently on the bench and slides out of you, stroking himself as he lets out his hot, thick cum. with your mouth wide open, you get every drop.

“swallow. all of it.” and you do. he grabs your chin and kisses your lips, tasting himself on you. “you did so well.” he praises you. “that felt more like a reward than a punishment to me” you say out of breath. he smirks and he cleans himself….just wait until after the match, he thought. he grabs a warm towel and cleans you up, the famous cold beast—eren jeager—can be soft, feeling happy that only you know this side of him. the soft yet mean looking man gets up and checks the time.

9:10 pm

“looks like we finished right on time, pretty girl. sticking around for the match?”

“of course, wouldn’t want to miss my hard work.” you said with a smug look on your face. he scoffs as he dips down enough to kiss your forehead. “you mean our hard work” eren says as he winks at you. “mine” you reply with a toothy grin. eren shakes his head with a smile on his face. at that, he leaves the room with confidence, ready to win the match and certainly, he does, paying off your hard work.

[the-traveling-poet]

hiiii i adore your writing!!! if you still do accept requests, i’d like it if you could write a something where reader who’s levi’s wife and also second in command and levi are in a meeting and she gets disrespected by another member of the special operation squad. and levi says something like “talk to my wife with respect or you’re talking with me instead”

Respect

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Commander Erwin had just given the order for the S.O.S. to take Eren Jeager to the old HQ building; to run tests and keep him out of the public eye.

As Captain Levi’s second in command, and trusted wife, it was your responsibility to help with plotting out the next moves for the titan boy’s training and safety over the next two weeks.

This sudden act of taking charge doesn’t sit well with those who don’t know your relation with the Captain.

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Pairings: Husband!Levi x Wife!Reader

Warnings: s2, language

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

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A/N: ofc anon, and thank you so much! I had way too much fun writing Protective!Levi. Sorry for the wait!

As always if anything written doesn’t fit your preferences, I’ll happily rewrite.

Enjoy~

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“So! We’ve got some things to discuss.” You stated cheerily as you took a seat at the head of the table. Before you sat your fellow squad mates, all lounging about on the wooden chairs as they ate and drank with your newest member, Eren Jeager.

There had been a lot of turmoil throughout the ranks, as well as the masses, about the new Scout. A titan shifter; the first of his kind. Under Commander Erwin’s command, you’d followed after your Captain all the way from Trost, where the boy was being held, to the abandoned fortress of the original Survey Corps Headquarters. While hiding out here, it was your mission to learn more about this situation surrounding the young teen and find ways to apply it to the betterment of humanity. As well as the furthering of information previously gathered about the titans, much to Captain Hange’s delight.

As Levi’s second in command, you’d done all that you could to both follow orders and console the poor adolescent to the best of your abilities during these trying times. But recently, with all the work piling up for your dear Captain, you’d started to take on a more leading role within the squad rather than continuing to be the nurturing figure of the group.

Of course this was approved by your loving husband. While he helped take care of matters more political, you stepped in to handle more of the hands on matters. It worked out perfectly, you thought; you could help humanity and your husband by taking a stand. By no means were you a Captain yourself, but with your skill in taking charge, you might as well have been lately.

Organizing a stack of papers in your hands, you met the eyes of each of your squad members with a smile. With a quick reassuring nod to Eren, you began.

“Captain Hange has been given permission to start experimenting with Eren’s shifting abilities. We’ll be riding out tomorrow further into the countryside to keep out of the eyes of the public. Both for safety and privacy. I’ve mapped out a suitable place for us to practice and train Jeager while Captain Levi is away on business with the Commander, so by this time tomorrow I’ll need you all saddled up and ready to head out. We’ll start off slowly; just a couple hours out on the countryside to take notes and try out a few ideas Hange has written out for me.”

You slid a paper filled with Hange’s messy scrawling towards the center of the table for everyone to see while you sifted through your other handwritten notes.

“After that, we’ll return here by noon for a quick lunch before checking in with Captain.”

“Any other orders, Captain?” Oulo drawled out lazily, shooting you a look from the far end of the table.

“Captain?” You questioned with a tilt of your head.

“Might as well address you as such if yer gonna be givin out orders like one.” He continued on, now sitting up straight in his chair and lifting a teacup to his lips awkwardly.

“I-I’m only trying to stand in and help. Captain Levi’s been kept really busy lately, and as his second in command-“

“As you never fail to remind us. We’ve worked together for ages, Y/N.” Oulo’s comment left you speechless, suddenly feeling nervous as the center of attention.

“Knock it out, Oulo. She’s just trying to help.” Petra mumbled, keeping her eyes trained on her half eaten plate.

“Busy or not, I don’t see what gives her the right to order us around as if she chose this squad herself!” Oulo clicked his tongue in annoyance, shooting you another pointed look.

“Who among us placed you in charge of these operations anyhow?”

Unsure how to respond, you glanced down at your neatly stacked papers and fiddled with them nervously.

“Listen, I’m just trying to give Levi a hand-“

“Levi? You mean Captain Levi? Don’t disrespect him with informalities!” Oulo’s eyes widened in surprise and he took a stand, looking around at his fellow squad mates. Mentally cursing yourself for the slip up, you shook your head and tried to present a more stern expression.

“Oulo. I was asked to take this position in Captain Levi’s stead. I’ll be damned if I disregard orders due to a disagreement in the squad I’m to co-lead for now.”

“Orders from whom, L/N?” Oulo questioned in disbelief.

The door behind you creaked open, making you pause in your retort.

“Those orders would come from me, Bozado.”

Turning in your chair, you came face to face with Captain Levi himself. He hadn’t acknowledged you yet, instead settling for shooting a glare your comrade’s way. Oulo dropped his attitude immediately, bringing his arms up into a crips salute.

“Captain! I was under the impression you were out on business with the Commander!” He spluttered, going slightly red in the face.

“I was on my way to do just that, when an annoying conversation happened to catch my ear.” Levi took a step forward and placed his hands onto the back of your chair. Shooting you a quick reassuring look, he turned his attention to his squad.

“I’m the one to put Y/N in charge while I’m gone. If you’ve got a problem with that, then you’ve got a problem with my judgment. Care to elaborate on your issues, Bozado?” Leci raised his chin slightly, a silent challenge for the younger man to keep running his mouth. Gulping hard, Oulo tightened his salute.

“N-no sir! It’s just…We’re accustomed to taking orders from our Captain, not the second in command.”

“Well you’d all better get used to it. Cause if you’ve got a problem with my wife, then you’ve got a personal problem with me.” Levi threatened coldly, taking a moment to look each member of his squad dead in the eyes as they turned their attention elsewhere in fear.

All color drained from Oulo’s face, and his arms dropped to his sides. “W-wife?” he nearly whispered, shaky eyes shooting glances between the two of you.

“Yes, wife.” Levi’s tone was dangerously low as he removed his grip from the back of your chair. Walking around you, he stopped by your side and spared you another look. His eyes softened immediately as he searched your face for any sign of discomfort. Finding none, as you never felt any in your husband’s presence, he spared you a fleeting smile with his back turned to his squad.

“You’re doing wonderfully, love. I trust you to lead them for a bit while I’m gone. I’ll return soon.”

Much to everyone’s immense shock, he sealed his whispeded promise with a soft kiss to your parted lips, taking a moment to savor the blissful contact before he pulled away and faced his squad once more. His expression was back to being cold and calculating as he considered his next words carefully.

“I’ll be on my way now; but if I find out any of you dare speak to Y/N like this again, you’ll be speaking with me. Understood?”

Everyone nodded their heads in immediate understanding, shifting their gazes rapidly between the two of you.

“Good. Now; follow Y/N as you would me. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

With that Levi spun on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving the levels of tension in the room much higher than when he first entered. Gulping nervously, Oulo silently took a seat and barely managed to shoot you a more apologetic look.

“You never told us you were married…Married to him of all.”

Purposefully fidgeting with your wedding band, you offered him a small smile. “I suppose it just never came up. Perhaps or perhaps not per his request. But either way, we are heading out tomorrow morning for experimental training. And you heard my husband; no bullshit, and this will all go over smoothly according to plan.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” Oulo stammered out, averting his gaze after a swift smack to the back of the head from a scolding Petra. Grinning to yourself, you watched on in amusement as slowly but surley the atmosphere returned to its usual calm nature.

Catching Eren’s awestruck look, you shot him a sly wink of encouragement. Though you would most definitely miss your lover from your time apart, tomorrow would certainly prove to be fun.

[daddy-suguru]

𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 ⇝ Your best friend Armin moved you in with former roommate Eren Jeager. When you wanted to move out of your parents but were scared to live alone. Months later Eren is still helping you experience some more first times.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⇝ explicit, cocky!pierced!tattooed!stoner!player!eren, huge corruption kink, innocent!virgin!reader, sex dumb reader, reader gets very curious about eren’s bulge, light hand job, eren rubs you through your shorts, roommate au, usage of baby girl

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⇝ 1.7k

How could one man look so beautiful?

You shouldn’t stare, but the way he looks laying on the edge of the bed, listening to music and smoking. With his long, thick legs hanging off, and chest so clearly bare. As you think about running your hands up his muscular chest.

You could trace every tattoo while straddling his waist. The thought brings that strange warmth between your legs. Which always would ignore something that is becoming harder to do. As frustration is budding alongside the warmth between your legs. Which, as of late, has lingered in Eren’s absence. And even the simple thought of him could spark it.

Eren sits up, catching you staring he lifts the blunt up to his plush pink lips. And then blows out the puff of smoke. Before licking his lip, the silver of his tongue piercing flashing making your body flush with heat.

“Is there something you want me to help you with? Whatever it is, I don’t mind.” And Eren can’t stop himself as he ashes the blunt in the tray sitting on the bed next to him.

The sweet eagerness to please him makes his balls ache. And he chuckles as he says, “There are several things I want you to help me with. None of them I’m going to ask about.” There is a look of confusion on your face that has Eren sighing,

The sweet eagerness to please him makes his balls ache. And he chuckles as he says, “There are several things I want you to help me with. None of them I’m going to ask about.” There is a look of confusion on your face that has Eren sighing,

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?” You fiddle with your fingers as you look down, meaning to stare at the ground. But your gaze lingers on the bulge between his legs and you blurt,

“What is that in your pants? Most guys seem to have it. Are you guys just carrying around something extra or…” You trail off as you hear Eren groan. And you look up into his stunning pale green eyes which widen as Eren goes,

“You don’t even know what a cock is. Oh fuck…Armin said you’re sheltered, but damn. Baby girl between my legs is my cock, which isn’t like your soft folds.” He licks his lips. Which he catches you watching, his pink tongue gliding along his bottom lip.

Eren adds, “I have something that’s long, thick, and it hangs over my fat balls.” Your burrows furrow together at his words. As you try to picture him, but fail. And in an effort not to waste more time trying to explain, Eren asks,

“What to see what I look like?” He could just pull up a picture or tell you to look it up yourself. But then what kind of teacher would he be? Since if you had questions, he needs to be there. And an up-close, personal look would give you a better grasp than a picture could.

You quickly say, “Please can I? I can do something for you to say thank you.” Eren stands up as you take a few steps back. While he slips his sweatpants past his balls. And you freeze, your eyes stuck on his. As you’re torn between wanting to look down and being too flustered, too.

It isn’t until Eren tells you, “Get on your knees then.” That you can finally move, as you slowly kneel in front of Eren, keeping eye contact with him. Until your knees hit the floor and his cock fills your sight. And you can’t look away from him.

The veins that run start behind a thick mushroom-like head. That has a slit is oozing something clear. And Eren can’t stop himself from telling you,

“You can touch me, but I’m sensitive there.” He lets out a heavy, soft groan when you wrap your hand around his cock. Softly holding him up and smearing the thick clear juices he is making over his tip.

Holding up his cock and studying where the bottom of his length meets his fat balls. Which you cup in your hand, wiggling your fingers and moving your palm. As you, enjoy the warm and heavy feel of him in your hand.

Squeezing one finger down for a second before losing your grip. You mumble to Eren, “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” Pressing down with another finger, the motion you pass from finger to finger. While his hips softly buck as he places his hand on the back of your head.

Spitting on his cock to help your hand while you slowly glide your hand down to the back of his cock. He groans and you glance up at his face to make sure you weren’t hurting him. To see him biting into his bottom lip, with flush pink cheeks. And furrowed dark brows.

There is something in his eyes that you could only describe as hungry. But you can’t understand what for, so you believe yourself to be mistaken. And you ask,

“How am I making you feel?” He lets his bottom lip go, looking poutier than before. As he runs his hands through his brown hair, his upper arm flexing. Which you adore when he wears his hair down. And as it got longer past his shoulders.

There were times he would knock on your door to ask you to tie his hair up for him. To which you found out he knew how just fine. When you confronted him about it, he just told you,

‘Give me a reason to get out of bed early so I can see your pretty face and have your fingers in my hair.’

Eren tells you, “Fantastic baby girl, your hand feels so soft.” This pulls you out of your head as another question comes to the front of your mind. And as you bite into your bottom lip, looking up at him Eren urges you with,

“What is it? Whatever it is, you can tell me if you want to.” Hoping his words would soothe your nerves some. While you knelt in front of him, with his cock in your hands. And your glossy lips are so close to him.

Eren briefly wonders, 'Maybe I’m the one who needs help. Ruining her might just get me addicted to her. She is so damn beautiful.’

Softly you ask, “If someone touches me between my legs, will it feel good for me, too?” Eren’s breath hitches, the lump in his throat moving as he roughly swallows. As every single way that he can make your pussy feel good goes through his mind.

Only for his mind settles on one thought. So he tells you, “Yes, but you can also touch yourself, and it feels pleasurable. It’s called masturbating. When you’re in your room, you can slip your hand between your legs and figure things out.” His cock twitches in your hand, lifting as his pulse you could feel in his cock quickens.

“I know I’m asking a lot, but no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare and I won’t bother you, you probably don’t want to hear this.” His heart is sinking into his gut as he watches you shut him out. While assuming he didn’t want you.

When you stand up and turn for the door about to retreat into your bedroom. Eren stands up pulling up his sweats while he tells you, “I like you asking me all these questions. And I don’t mind, I want to answer every single dirty curious question you have.” And when you freeze, he closes the small space the few steps you took created.

Placing a large hand on your hip and slipping his thumb underneath your shirt. And the cool touch of his ring, along with the warmth of his skin, makes your mind go hazy. As you lean back against his body. And you mumble,

“Can you tell me how I’m supposed to touch myself? I don’t mind if you watch or touch me.” Eren slips his hand higher up your shirt, spreading his fingers across your stomach.

The frustration is building, the tingling warmth becoming an ache at the lack of something. While he is touching you, it isn’t enough. You don’t know why you need him to touch you more. And even though his warm hand and cold rings feel good. It’s also making it so much worse.

Huffing to Eren, “It hurts between my legs and I can’t handle it anymore. Pleasee! I’m so frustrated and I don’t know why.” Eren can hear the pout in your voice, the growing desperation for something you can’t place a name on.

“That’s called being unbearably horny. It’s what you feel for someone when you’re attracted to them. Let me guess, seeing me walk around shirtless and my touch makes you warm here.” He slips his hand between your legs, his large hand covering all of your pussy as he rubs you. And groans,

“You’re soaking through your shorts, baby. You don’t know how to touch yourself. No wonder you’re so frustrated. My little baby girl is so pent up, it’s a good thing I know of every way to help you.” Eren can’t stop.

If it was anyone else, he would edge them and draw out their end, make them beg for it. And one day if you let him he will do the same to you. But as you grab his wrist, holding his hand between your legs, Eren doesn’t want to take the pleasure away from you. As he rubs your soft clit through your shorts, you can’t help but whine.

“Reennn don’t stop please, please, please. Feels so good, your hand it so warm through my shorts. Nnngh please ren, please.” You reach back, trying to grab on to something. As you try to process the growing pleasure that makes your stomach tense up.

Eren softly purrs, “Don’t worry pretty girl I’m to take care of you and your sweet pussy, I’m not stopping until you want me to. Or until this pretty pussy can’t cum for me anymore.”