#eren thirsts

[muekyn]

Can we have more obsessed Eren hcs?

a/n: hiii, i tried my best with these hehe... you know i absolutely love obsessive eren... he is everything to me...

content: MDNI, one mention of weed, mutual pining, suggestive

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in the short amount of time you’ve gotten to know eren, he’s paid close attention to you. your worries, your triumphs, your joys. he’s aware of when to pull you away from crowds when you feel overwhelmed, as well as the subtle way you shift your body language when you’re annoyed. you feel as if he knows you innately and intimately, almost intensely to some extent.

treats you like an angel, especially compared to how he treats his other friends and acquaintances. usually, he has a short temper, telling anyone to fuck off at the mildest inconvenience. but with you, he’s very patient and kind. with you, he’s gentle with his voice, with his actions. undeniably, his heart softens around you.

if you and eren are going to the same place, he insists on driving you there. he claims it’s to help you save gas, but honestly, he just wants more one-on-one time with you. his hand usually rests on your thigh the whole drive.

constantly checking you out. he’ll blatantly turn his head in your direction if you’re walking by, not caring if he’s making it obvious. he just wants to admire you, each and every second he gets.

gets shy when you’re confident around him. on rare occasions, you’ll decide to tease him, sometimes by sitting in his lap, maybe even slightly grinding your hips against him. he’ll be completely red in the face, lost in the feeling of your soft body against his, unable to process anything else. of course, the sensations and the sight of you never leaves his brain. it just feeds into his obsession with you.

uses any excuse to be close to you. if you’re in the same room as eren, expect to hold his hand, or have his arm wrapped around your shoulder. truthfully, it flusters you, making your heart flutter with every embrace he graces you with. eren seems to know this, which simply encourages him even more.

sometimes can seem borderline emotionless, but he’s simply spacing out thinking about all the ways he’d have you splayed underneath him. it takes him a moment to snap back from his thoughts, usually noticeably more timid and hesitant than before.

absolutely loves to smoke with you. when you were more inexperienced with smoking, you let eren blow the smoke into your mouth, his lips barely grazing against yours. now, he finds any excuse to blow smoke into your mouth, seeming delighted every time you say yes. simply put, eren’s in pure bliss. you’re so very close to him, he can practically taste your lipstick, see the brightness in your eyes. a few times he’s leaned in a little further, just to see how embarrassed you would get.

obsessed with your laugh. he constantly wonders what other noises he could invoke from you, how soft and songlike your voice would be. subtly, he makes mental notes of the way your voice fluctuates, especially the not so innocent sounds that can come out of you.

has cried to armin about you a few times. eren very much fears you starting to pursue anyone who isn’t him, but he’s afraid of opening his heart to you in that way. ultimately, he’s unsure of how you feel and doesn’t want to ruin what he has with you right now. it makes him feel helpless sometimes.

he know he loves you. it isn’t a small crush, or a lusting desire. it’s pure, genuine love. for eren, just having you near him makes his breath hitch, his heart tremble. 

you mean the world to him- how badly he wants to be the world for you.

[xfgpng]

“just the tip”

when he first met you, he found you annoying. it wasn’t because you did anything in particular, he just couldn’t understand how you could get underneath his skin with just a slight tilt of your head or the way you laughed with your whole body, pretty eyes crinkling at the corners.

you were kind to him sure but you never really showed interest in him outside being acquainted. it drove him crazy.


why didn’t you want him because fuck, he wanted you so badly.

he’d be up and nights, big hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he closed his eyes, thinking about you and your pretty face. he wondered how you’d look laid out underneath him, struggling to take his cock because he was just too big for you.

how your lips, always glossy and plump due to your lipgloss, would look wrapped around the mushroom head of his dick. he had to bite back a moan, tightening his hold around the base so he could edge himself. he needed you so badly that he could barely focus on any other girl.

the man was convinced you were using those crystals he had heard your friends talking about. why else was he so into you when you gave him no impression that the feeling was mutual.

“fuck fuck fuck” he whines, whines like a bitch and he should feel embarrassed but he can’t even think about how desperate he sounds. he thinks it’ll be worse when he does finally get the courage to speak to you one on one.

he had no issues with getting around, his own friends like to call him a slut but he didn’t care and he was absolutely willing and ready to stop his one night stands if you just let him put the tip in.

he needed to have you.

|| eren, suna, bokuto,toji&gojo

[kanekisfavoritegf]

Ever since nerd Eren lost his virginity to you, he’s been insatiable. It was like he was an animal in heat.

He’d give throwaway meaningless excuses for each time he pulled you back on his dick. While he has your folded, legs pinned to your chest, as he plows into you, he'd say stuff like

“Oh, I just want a lot of practice.”

“Wanna make you feel good.”

“I saw this cool position that I wanna try.”

Truth is, the man is pussy whipped, simply smelling your perfume on his bedsheets has him rutting into his bed like a depraved whore. Waiting for you to wake up, so he could fuck you stupid once again.

He has no self-control, and why should he? When his hot, way more experienced girlfriend, gave him a taste of heaven. And is more than willing to give it to him, again and again, and again….

@chrollohearttags this is your doing.

[maezume]

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

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

[writingwhileblvck]

This man will say the most out of pocket things to you, like just out of the blue, completely unprovoked, and then just go on about his day like nothing happened?

Like yall could be grocery shopping, right? And your just minding your own business, trying to find something to make for dinner, and then this fucker comes up behind you talking about some

"your ass looks so good in those shorts babygirl, and when we get home it'll look even better when it's bouncing on my dick"

Then he'll just kiss your cheek and walk away, LIKE????? Sir what am I suppose to do with this information?? We are in public can we please have some decorum.

Or like y'all could be studying, and the location doesn't matter because this man is a menace. He'll just be leaning back in his chair just dead locked staring at you, and when you finally ask him why he's staring he'll say some shit like,

"Cause I'm imagining eating that sweet little pussy right here on this table"

HUHHH??? Like how am I suppose to finish what I was doing now? Now we got to go home so you can deal with this problem you created.

Bakugo, Kirishima, EREN JEAGER, Simon Riley,

[tteokdoroki]

eren is so utterly pussy whipped he cries when he cums a little bit—that’s how overwhelming your love is for him, how overwhelming his love is for you <333

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — love you slow + eren jaeger.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, missionary, unprotected sex, creampies, slight!dacryphilia, eren cries when he cums, fem!reader.

semmie i love him so much i need him so bad

like :( imagine all of eren’s weight on you, his hips lazily pulling back and pushing forward for him to thrust into you, grind his tip into the spot that makes you cling to him or tighten around him. both of you impossibly close and he feels like it’s not enough, wrapping an arm around the top of your head to keep you safe and underneath him.

he loves you so much, needs you so bad— his pelvis bumping your sticky clit and your ankles locked around his slender waist, eren can’t find it in himself to stop fucking you ‘cause all he wants is to make you cum or see stars or just fall apart beneath him :( you’re his baby, teary eyed with your nails digging into his flesh and your lips parted in a pretty ‘o’ shape and it drives eren insane seeing you like this.

seeing you fall apart like this just for him. like he does for you.

stop and he’s got these muffled moans, whimpery and broken— almost feather light cause even though he’s pounding you to high heavens, using the thickness of his cock to mould your gushing insides into the shape of him…eren just has this realisation that you only want him to have you and see you like this. eren would brush his thumb over your glossy bottom lip and just drool into your open mouth, kissing you before you can swallow, with teeth and tongue and all. it’s messy, uncoordinated but full of love.

“baby...‘mgonnacum,” eren slurs into the wetness of your mouth, the bed creaking under the momentum of the slow and sensual sex. his muscles flex and sweat droplets slide through the crevices of each one, overworking to make sure his cock hits each of those pleasure spots along your gummy walls to make you cry out. to drag you closer to your high. “g-gonna let me fill you up? h-huh? oh fuck, baby.” he can’t help but whine, stuttering for breath.

he damn near shudders when you run your fingers through his sweaty hair, drag him back to your lips and lick into his mouth. “inside e-eren! wan’ you inside,” the way you plead for his cum makes him hiccup, his hips barely pulling back from being smooshed up against your throbbing clit and his balls smacking harshly against the soft curve to your ass. you’re so precious, put on his earth just for eren and it breaks him. “please. i need you.”

eren loses his rhythm, clutching you tighter, chasing his high and fumbling with your swelling pleasure nub because he can never leave you behind— he needs you by his side at all times, even if it means giving you all of him, plunging his leaky cock deep within you as you milk him for all his worth. “whatever my baby wants…whatever my baby fuckin’ needs. god, ‘m gonna fill you up s’good,” like he’s running his mouth and his brain can’t keep up with the pace of his hips.

his mind is full of you and your angelic cries and the way you go from clawing at eren’s back to scratching at his scalp— desperate for everything he has to give you while your ravaged pussy pulses around him. he pushes his hot face into your neck, fighting back choked sobs and succumbing to your warmth and wetness, how good you make him feel.

“i-i love you, baby. s-so fucking bad. always.” eren moans deep into your mouth when he cums, painting your pussy white inside and out, smearing it against your clit. you can feel him tremble above you along with the wave of adoration that washes over you as you fall into your orgasm with him — clenching down on eren with every pump of seed he fucks and drags along your ribbed walls.

his green eyes are teary, glassy with affection as you kiss him tender and say. “i love you too.”

[moonspirit]

Okay but MAPPA really said - he may be getting beat, but he's HOT.

Look at the back of his neck. THAT CURVE.

[killxio]

pr mishap | e. yaeger

word count: 627 [ 2 min 20 second read] | ✪ content warnings: porn w plot (is this enough to be considered a plot?), writer who thinks they’re funny, p in v sex, car sex

famous!eren x influencer!reader

✭ curse eren and his stupidly good brain melting dick.

so.

you and eren recorded a little dancing tiktok. you were both big social media presences, so you expected big numbers, but this went reaaaaaaaaal large and you couldn’t figure out why.

until you did.

at a point in the dance, eren spins around and in his back left pocket there’s just enough fabric to make out what it is:

a lacy thong.

this had y’all’s followers up in ROAR!! you’re away at a shoot all day as twitter explodes, barely having time to check your phone.

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and of course, here is your idiot big head boyfriend keekeeing on the timeline.

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so how exactly did eren become eren Panty Snatching yaeger?

you and eren share feverish, desperate kisses. you don’t wanna let each other go, but eren doesn’t want to miss a second of your body being revealed to him as he undressed you. unbeknownst to you, he slips your pretty soaked thong into his pocket after tugging your shorts off.

eren pulled up on you taking promo pictures for a swimwear line and couldn’t keep his hands to his goddamn self. so, here you are in the back of his tinted black audi fogging up the windows.

he’s taken time to kiss from your nipples to your clit, spitting at your cunt for extra lube before sitting up and tugging down his jeans.

you moan, low and deep, fist clenching ,as he enters you. he begins to fuck into you, deep and on a mission to fuck you stupid.

and he does. his fingers are relentless against your clit, determined to make you shake with the help of his other hand keeping your hips in place.

“eren.. ohmygod so good ssso good so g-good” you quietly chant, eyes unfocusing a bit but still locking on his gaze.

“is it, baby?” he questions, smirking down at you in between loose strands of his hair.

“y-yessss.. ah- too good, too deep,” your praise changes after he uses his hand to lift you up and pull you towards him more, going deeper and knocking the fucking air out of your lungs.

you bring your hands up, desperately trying to push against his pelvis to slow him down. he just pulls his hand from your hips and moves yours up to his lips, kissing your knuckles before letting them fall back down. he knows you don’t have the strength to try again.

before he goes to help you maintain the arch, he pushes your thighs up and out a tiny bit despite the constricted space.

“fuck, how much tighter can you get princess?” he asks in awe, the repositioning having helped, “oh fuck, damn near choking me.”

you have him moaning, not groaning, moaning out in your ear.

it’s enough to drive fling you over the edge, passing up eye contact for rolling your eyes back and beginning to shake under his touch.

“eeereeeeeeennnnnn..” his name is long, breathy and drawn out from your lips, a beg for something unspecified.

he doesn’t falter in place despite the twitching of his cock, a silent signal of how close he is, not allowing you to come down from your high. by now you have no defense left and are a babbling, moaning mess under him, still cumming on his dick. eren cums, the two of you moaning so loudly you’re sure anyone walking past the car had to hear.

after a few slow strokes he pulls out, the plat plat of cum dripping onto his leather seats is audible over both of your harsh breathing. a string of cum breaks when his lower abdomen disconnects from your pelvis.

by the now, the last thing you were worried about was where the hell your panties were. no worries, 1/4th of twitter found them for you.

[oldfruitloop]

Save a horse ride a cowboy week get to work writers. 💫

[muekyn]

Imagine wearing erens shirt or outfit

yes!!! i so very badly want to breathe in his smell sbabsbsvd… he would smell so nice… maybe a little sweaty but its okay…

and if he’s bigger than you, imagine how oversized his clothes would be… AHHHH… im screaming it would be sooo cute

and eren would just melt at the sight of you wearing his clothes! its like a subtle way of claiming you as his hehe

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“don’t run now”

your legs are shaking, eyes crossed from how good it feels. you can’t move because he has you trapped between his body and the backseat. it’s so hot and the windows have fogged up already.

it’s embarrassing how loud you’re being and no even when you try to run from him, for his huge cock. he doesn’t let up. it’s so intense that you can’t even form a single coherent thought.

he’s fucked you dumb and you only have yourself to blame.

“fuck” he moans, his face right beside your own as he groans into your ear. it’s so wet and filthy and he’s going to have to get his car washed again but he doesn’t care.

“ah ah” he scolds, slapping your pussy when he feels you trying to get away, “you asked for it, practically begged for it”

he’s not wrong. you were so worked up and you needed him immediately, never patient when it came to him. he spoiled you so much that if he really thought about it, this was his own fault.

“your pussy is so wet” he bites your shoulder, “you’re that fucking desperate for my cock?”

he holds you flat against the back seat. your front is pressed down and he’s thrusting so hard that it shakes the car. you’re surprised no one has noticed him fucking your brains out in the middle of a parking lot.

“you love this dick baby, don’t try and fight me” he says, “good girls don’t run”

| gojo, geto, eren, ushijima, kuroo&hawks

[kanekisfavoritegf]

Dry-humping Nerd!Eren.

He was a virgin at the time, and had never had any real sexual experience but still wanted to make you feel good. You offering a solution to his not-so-little problem would be. Sitting your pretty self on his lap. Your sundress rises as your spread your legs on each side of the boy.

Slowly you moved your clothed cunt back and forth as your boyfriend whimpered and whined out incoherent pleas for relief.

“Oh fuck.” Eren would moan into your neck as your hands found their way to his hair. Pulling and tugging at the locks as your arousal seeped drown your panties and onto Eren’s pants.

You felt yourself push harder and harder onto him, begging for more friction as Eren’s hands now held onto your hips roughly, trying to slow your movements. But it was futile; Eren had been rendered weak from arousal, and with a pornographic moan, came in his pants.

Rocking your hips slower now, you watched as your boyfriend's glasses fogged up, and drool dripped down his chin.

[junkie-cutie]

guys i can't sleep and don't want to study so F*CK IT Skate Rat + Loser!Eren on the menu tonight:

mdni.

- skate rat / loser! eren who leaves his clothes in your room by accident making the place now reek of weed and american spirits

- skate rat / loser! eren who always wears fist fulls of rings and gives you one to wear as a necklace for a birthday gift

- skate rat / loser! eren who's just so obsessed with you that he nearly breaks his board in half against a wall after seeing you talk to someone else at a party

- skate rat / loser! eren who doesn't have a real job, but says he's going to make it big as a streamer and always asks you for 'under the desk' support

- skate rat / loser! eren who eats you out in a gas station bathroom as an apology after you blocked him for upsetting you

[lesinquietes]

I just love the idea of Eren slowly manipulating you into believing in him, and sticking strong by his side, and serving your purpose as his little sex toy ❤️ who else provides stress relief like you do? You’re so obedient and willing to give him precisely what he wants. He doesn’t regret grooming you at all. His guilty conscience dissolved the second he saw how enthusiastic you were to suck him off after he came back from Marley, cute little ass poking up in your deep blue thong. He missed you while he was gone. He’s glad you came around in his absence, devoting yourself to him in all your entirety; he’ll have to thank his minions for positioning your mind with his ideologies, priming you for his return.

[tteokdoroki]

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — what he wants, when he wants + eren jaeger.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, oral sex (f!receiving) mentions of reader wearing a skirt, eren is a spoiled brat, fem!reader.

ok just quickly i need this out of my head!!! bc eren lies between your thighs since it’s just comforting to him and he’s a spoiled brat!!!

after classes he’ll come over to your dorm and make himself at home on your bed — let you pamper him as you offer him a snack and get him set up with the clothes he leaves over or his favourite blanket. there’s always at least fifteen minutes where eren is pouting like a kicked puppy, watching you flit around the room and turn on the aircon or the tv or your LED lights because he can only get comfortable once you’re laying down with him.

“you’re such a spoilt brat, ‘ren.” and yeah he is, but it doesn’t matter cause he’s your spoiled brat and he always ends up winning.

eren ends up settling his head l back on your tummy, he’ll pull your thighs over his shoulders too — turning his attention to whatever show you have on while you scratch at his scalp and take notes for your essays or homework.

he’s pampered, content because he knows that you know if you pull your hand from his hair he’ll start whining about how much you don’t love him.

so you keep twirling your fingers through your hair, squeezing your thighs around eren’s neck when he annoys you and sometimes leaning over him to press a chaste kiss to that big forehead of his.

sometimes just to spite you, eren will roll over and shove his face up your skirt or between your legs— trapping you underneath his hungry mouth. he’ll sink his teeth into your plush flesh, lap at your bite marks just to soothe you because he loves how you gasp and pretend like he doesn’t affect you in any sort of way.

“eren, big head, that hurts—” huffing you push at his head but your body betrays you, it gives you away as your thighs twitch apart to make room for him and your fingers slip into his dark locks to tug him closer to where you need him— eren’s tongue pressing against the slickness of your panties. “eren…”

“‘m sure it does baby, bet this hurts so…so bad.” once eren sets his sights on something, once he has an appetite to devour your cute moans and puffy little pussy there’s absolutely no stopping him. he always starts by nipping at your clit with a row of pearly whites, greyish-green eyes half lidded but looking up at you with desperation— in need of permission. and eren, he’s spoiled. you spoil him, he knows he’ll get what he wants— you always give it to him.

“fuck, i wanna taste you baby. can i? you gonna let me?” he asks like he’s begging but eren has you wrapped around his fingers (figuratively and literally)— spreading your swollen pussy lips apart with hazy eyes, drooling between your pudgy thighs. “‘course you are. ‘cause you love me, you love lookin’ after me. love spoilin’ me…”

and eren’s words get huskier, slower, sexier right down to the moment where his hungry and dirty mouth latches onto your fabric clad cunt— sucking your juices through them with a raunchy groan. the way you taste, the way you hiccup and whine breathlessly. it only drives him onward, eating you out between slick thighs like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have.

“eren jaeger,” you groan, thighs trembling either side of his head and messed up chocolate locks— your boyfriend’s cheeks glistening with your release and arousal. he looks up at you smitten, drunk on lust and your saccharine nectar as you brush l a stray lock away from eren’s sticky face. “you’re so fucking spoilt.”

[ichijager13]

Back to You

Pairing: Eren Jäger x Reader

Audience: general.

CW: None.

Tags: Historical, WWI, German Eren, Older and long-haired Eren, Married couple, Established relationship.

Summary: Shortly before the end of WWI and the armistice, reader received a letter informing her of her husband's death. Months gone by and one day, she received another letter.

WC: 1,6k-ish

A/N: Hi, hi, been a while since I last wrote and posted something. I hope you enjoy this story.

Banner by @cafekitsune

Standing in the middle of the backyard of your house, ready to chop a couple chairs, you prayed those were going to be the last ones. Shifting the axe you sharpened a few days ago from one hand to another, you were about to start the unpleasant task when you spotted the mailman’s curved silhouette. You put down the tool before wrapping a shawl around you.

March was already here, but you could still feel the sting of Bavaria’s harsh and cold winter. Massaging your lethargic, sore, and calloused hands—those same hands Eren, your beloved, used to kiss and compliment—you made your way toward the middle-aged man.

“Guten tag, Frau Jäger. I’ve got mail for you.” He smiled kindly at you, handing you an envelope with multiple stamps of all shapes and colors. Afraid the rain that had been drizzling since the morning would ruin it, you thanked him and pocketed the letter.

He was about to leave when you heard Frau Braun talking. Both standing near the broken and rusted gate leading to the farmhouse, you silently watched the neighbor embrace her husband, Reiner, and her son, who had come back from the west front. Her voice was heavy with emotion as she bombarded them with all sorts of questions.

The mailman’s pale blue eyes traveled back and forth between them and your tired and frail figure. The past year was particularly hard, and the armistice the government signed made it even harder.

He gave you a tight-lip, empathic smile before touching the tip of his discolored hat and leaving.

Back in the backyard, you picked up the axe and were about to resume work. You could still hear the Braun’s muffled voices as they made their way home. Feeling overwhelmed, you let the axe fall and tightly hugged yourself, hoping it would stop your body from shaking. Frau Braun was a considerate and caring woman. She had always been here for you during the four years the war lasted, especially after what happened. You were sincerely happy for her. She deserved to be happy after losing two kids to tuberculosis. You were genuinely happy for all those who managed to escape the shadows death cast over Europe during the past four years, but...

The abundant tears traveling down your face burned against your cheeks and blue-colored quivering lips. Falling to your knees, you pressed your trembling hands to your ears, hoping to be shielded from their happiness. Happiness that you couldn’t share since, unlike your neighbor and many other families around, you had no one to wait for. Unlike Reiner and their son, your husband, Eren, wasn’t coming back home.

You inhaled deeply, trying to calm down, but all you could think of was that doomed day. That doomed letter the same mailman delivered to you a year ago, announcing Eren’s death in the east front.

Letter…

You suddenly remembered the one you received minutes ago. You quickly tore the envelope and waited until your vision was clear enough. With shaking hands, you scanned the piece of paper you were holding in your hand.

“Dearest wife,

I apologize for not being able to write to you and respond to your letters. I apologize for this long absence and the tormenting silence I imposed on you, my love.

"This... this can’t be,” you mumbled, checking the envelope once again as you took a seat.

I spent the past year in a Russian camp, and unfortunately, we weren’t’ authorized to write to our families and beloveds.

It took the German and Austro-Hungarian empires a while to convince the Russian government to release their POWs.

You tried to contain your sobs and conjure yourself to calm down and breathe, but couldn’t. How could you get a hold of yourself when the words, ‘ But it’s all over now. I’m coming back home to you, my love.’ danced in front of your tear-filled eyes. “He’s not dead,” you repeated, like a broken record, as if you were trying to convince someone that your husband is still alive. “He’s alive. Eren is live.”

I’m currently sitting on the train on my way to you, my love, while writing this letter. I’m going to post it at the next stop in hopes it will reach you before my arrival.

I have tried in previous drafts to describe how much I long for you. How I miss the tone of your soothing voice and the echo of your contagious laugh. Not a single day passed by without me craving your soft touch and dreaming of taking you in my arms. Every night, I close my eyes and go back to that day—the day you said yes. You looked dazzling in that cream-colored dress your cousin lent you. There are not enough words to describe how lonely the past year felt without your letter. I spent most of my nights rereading the ones I had received before until I learned them by heart. Reading your letters, I could picture you sitting near the fireplace or under that big spruce tree in the backyard of our house.

You stared at the spots of faded ink your teardrops created as you read the letter over and over.

I owe my survival to your kind words.

That line made you burst into tears as you hugged the letter.

I’m trying not to think about the humiliation the German army and people are enduring after our defeat. I’m trying not to think of all those not coming back home—those who lost a leg, an arm, or an eye. I’m trying not to think about homeless and hungry people. I’m blocking all of these thoughts and focusing only on one thing. the feeling of my lovely wife’s body pressed against mine and the taste of your lips against mine. It would be selfish to celebrate coming back home when I have nothing to offer you, when people are still dying and suffering from the sequels of war and disease.

You had no idea what you were doing here. But something inside told you you must run to the train station, and you chose not to question or second guess your instinct. Out of breath, you stood in the middle of the crowded station’s platform, your eyes wandering and scanning hollowed faces and heavy eyes surrounded by dark circles. Lost, and panting, you studied those stepping out of the train, searching for a particular face. One that you fell in love with seven years ago.

Today and during this journey back home, the only thing I’m thinking about is you and all the stories I want to share with you. The only thing I have in mind is your delicate and beautiful hands running along my hair as your soft voice lulls me to sleep.

You elbowed and passed by people reunited with their sons, brothers, fathers, partners, and lovers. You gradually made your way into a sea of unknown faces, hoping this wasn’t a dream.

I hope that even after all these years apart, you will still be able to recognize me. I’m sincerely praying to God, or whoever was willing to listen, that when you look into my eyes, you’ll still be able to see and recognize the man who fell in love with you. I hope that war hasn’t stolen the light behind your eyes. And I hope that the distance between us and the nights I spent away didn’t tear us apart.

Feeling disoriented and lost, you pressed both palms against your beating heart and prayed.

I hope the spark that ignited our love the first time our gazes locked near that bookstore downtown is still alive.

And there he was, standing on the other side of the railing, looking at you. He looked different, but the instant your eyes met, you knew it was him. the only man you loved, the man you vowed to remain by his side until death tore you apart, the man you spent months praying for.

My love, I want you to know that the time I spent away from home made that fire burn brighter and the love I have for you grow deeper.

He jumped and came running to you.

I believe in our love and that we are meant to be, and I’m positive that together we will be able to overcome all the obstacles and hardships. With you by my side, my love, I can do everything.

Without second thought, you threw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck. His arms looped around you, pressing your small body against his. A minute passed by before you pulled away, inspecting his face. He had lost a lot of weight and his emerald eyes had lost their gleam. You ran your hands through his soft chestnut hair before you commented, laughing, “A shoelace? Really?”

“Is that all you have to say to your husband?” He taunted you before your lips met. The kiss was soft but passionate, loving but impatient. Just like you, every cell of his body was aching for you, missing you. Your lips were still sealed; you both lost track of time and forgot the world ever existed.

“I missed you,” you breathed, resting your forehead against his as your tears ran down your cheek.

“It’s over now, my love. I’m here.” He pecked your temple before chasing away your tears. “Let’s go back home.”