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content. college au, dom/sub dynamics, bratty sub!eren, mean to soft dom!reader, gn!reader, dry humping, humiliation, nipple play, degradation, praise, edging, handjob, blowjob

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house parties aren’t really your thing. you’ve been to a few but you quickly discovered that they involve a lot more vomit and interpersonal drama than you have the tolerance for, so you tend to avoid them. you would’ve turned down the invitation for this one too, if it wasn’t for the fact that it was eren jaeger who offered it up to you. that’s why you’re here, at the house of someone who’s a friend of a friend’s friend, at sometime past midnight. you’re leaning against the wall, sipping on a half-empty can of pop.

you finally spot eren, making his way over to you with a grin much too wide for someone who’s late to a party he invited you to. he looks good, dressed in a white tank top that brings out the musculature of his arms and black skinny jeans you’ve only ever seen him wear to parties like this one, since he usually wears sweatpants everywhere else. his hair is half-down and half-up in a bun, not too different from the usual messy man bun he goes for.

once he arrives at your side, beer can in hand, you exchange greetings and small talk, talking about nothing and everything. in the middle of a conversation, some drunk rando throws up by your feet, so you and eren migrate to a different room. on the way though, another person bumps into you and spills their drink down your shirt. it doesn’t help that you were already damp with sweat from how hot and stuffy it is, as well as nauseous from the lingering stench of vomit mixed with alcohol and BO. you meet their eyes with hellfire on your tongue and in any other situation, you would’ve let it loose, but the way they paw at your clothes and slur their apology reminds you that you’re in a house full of clumsy idiots just like them, so you just shrug it off and focus on finding a bathroom to clean up in.

that’s what eren likes about you. you’re down-to-earth and keep to yourself, but don’t let people walk over you and speak out when you need to; you’re not exactly timid, but you’re soft-spoken in a way that suits your voice and nice to people without being overly nice. oh and don’t get him started on your witty humour and the way you play off other people’s jokes so effortlessly; even when you shake your head or roll your eyes or just ignore him after he tells a joke that doesn’t land, he’s buzzing. that’s why he’s been ogling you during your shared lectures, the reason he keeps ‘losing’ his pens and asking to borrow from you, the reason he keeps ‘forgetting’ to give them back, the reason he asked you out to this party! something about you just got eren hooked, to the point that he couldn’t stop thinking about you, to the point he would wake up with a boner almost every morning and jerk off from what he remembered of his dreams about you; to the point those dreams turned into fantasies, imagining what your body looks like under your clothes, what your moans sound like, what faces you’d make.

you, on the other hand, didn’t have any strong feelings toward eren until later. you thought of him as kind of average, if not a little loud and annoying at times, such as when he disrupted class, but in a word, tolerable, and definitely not the worst classmate you’ve ever had. usually, you’d never give a guy like him the time of day unless he actually tried to pursue you (instead of just flirting and joking around aimlessly) but your interest was piqued after your friends passed on to you some rumours about him being a self-proclaimed ‘hardcore dom’. from that point on, you were just as hooked. you became less dismissive and a little more friendly, playing along with his game — long enough so that he’d never see it coming once you finally sunk your claws into him.

that’s why, when you finally find the bathroom, you stop in the doorway, turn to eren in your stained shirt and say, “do you mind helping me clean up?”

the excitement in his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed as he answers a nonchalant, “yeah, sure,” and follows you inside. the soft click of the lock has eren’s pulse jumping because he knows exactly where this is going. he knew you had to feel something back, that you couldn’t resist his advances forever. his eyes scan you shamelessly while you pull your top over your head and start wiping your chest down with a towel. he leans against the door and comments, “hey now, you might give a guy the wrong idea taking off your clothes like that,” and that’s what sets everything else into motion.

“yeah?” you say as you step closer. your voice is hushed, lowered, as if to whisper a dirty secret. “how do you know it’s the wrong idea?”

eren falters at your forwardness, but runs a palm over his hair and regains his composure. “i guess i don’t,” he says, not even trying to hide the way he’s staring at your lips. “so, is it?” his dark gaze flicks back up to your eyes. “the wrong idea?”

you smile and make sure to bat your eyelashes extra prettily as you whisper, “why don’t you kiss me and find out?”

his lips are on you as soon as you finish the question and his hands grasp at you while he backs you up against the door. he kisses you feverishly and as impatiently as you’ve been feeling this entire night. you let him kiss along your jaw, down your neck, across your collarbone, but before he can get too carried away, you guide him back to your lips. this time, you take over leadership in the kiss. eren smirks, mistaking it for eagerness, until a skilled tongue slides into his mouth and your hands begin to touch him with confidence and ease. his breath hitches once, twice, and it only spirals from there. he’s gasping and panting in seconds, overwhelmed and barely managing to keep up. slowly but surely, you’re pushing back, and he can feel himself giving in, involuntarily yielding to you like it’s a biological instinct. he doesn’t even realise how bad it is until it’s too late, until his back is pressed against the door and his centre of gravity becomes you, staring at him with a look he’s never seen on your face before.

“you’re real pretty, you know that, right?” you tell him as you tuck some of the loose hair from his bun behind his ear. eren opens his mouth, presumably to bark out a retort at your (what he believes to be) demeaning choice of words, but all that comes out is a quiet moan as your knee rides up between his legs. you take advantage of that and slip your thumb inside, pressing down on his tongue and opening his mouth wider. “so pretty,” you add in a croon, but then he brings his teeth down and bites your thumb. you don’t give him the satisfaction of a pained reaction, settling for a disappointed glare and a tight grip of his jaw. “don’t be a brat now, jaeger. you don’t wanna know what i do to brats.” interestingly, the lump against your knee twitches. you arch an eyebrow. “oh? or maybe you do?”

his eyes are on yours, seemingly stern and rebellious but you know it’s just a ruse; you know begging for mercy when you see it. such eyes suit him, you’ll give him that, but you’d have to be a fool not to take this opportunity, to give him that final nudge, those final few centimetres he needs to be all yours. so you whisper into his ear, the kinds of things he’s used to saying and worse, until he’s flushed and speechless, stuttering over his breaths and holding back whines. it’s almost too easy when you lean down to his neck, and he just lifts his chin and gives it to you, without you even having to ask. you reward him with red kisses and purple lovebites that have the skin beneath your lips thrumming with suppressed moans. it’s such a treat too, how affected he is when you’ve barely even started.

some part of eren is still screaming at him to steal back his dignity and the role he’s made a reputation out of, but his pants are damp and so tight it hurts, it’s really not his fault when he starts grinding against your knee in search of relief. you find it adorable, really, and smirk against his neck as you press your knee forward in an act of pity. a whimper slips from him and he ruts against you faster, more desperately, so desperately. he almost sobs because he was sure your actions would be as cruel as your words, but he’s too caught up in chasing his high to feel relieved or thankful. he focuses only on moving his hips, back and forth, back and forth, and holy shit, is he really about to cum already? in his pants, like some teenager?

he stops his movements, shaking with the effort of keeping still. with clammy hands, he hurries to undo his jeans, but you snatch them away and pin them to the wall. your curled lips indicate that you understand the situation just fine without an explanation, yet you still have the audacity to say, “what’s the matter? don’t you wanna cum?” your tone all flowery and pure as you pick up where he left off, mercilessly rubbing his cock through the fabric.

“no, no, no, fuck,” eren chokes out, even as he betrays himself by meeting your knee halfway, but he just can’t stop! his peak is drawing closer and closer and his downward motions just get harder and faster. it feels so good and he’s so, so close–

“don’t cum yet.”

eren’s first thought is: how the fuck is he supposed to do that? but then his second thought is: why would he listen to you anyway? what authority do you have over him? and yet what comes out of his mouth is, “please–”

“begging so soon?” you say against his lips. “that’s sweet, it really is.” you let go of his wrists and trail your hands down his arms to his chest, then over a nipple experimentally, grinning when you feel it pebble under your light touch. you give it some more attention, circling and rubbing it through the fabric until eren’s hands are clutching your shoulders and he’s curling in on himself trying to escape the foreign sensation. he never thought that part of his body could feel... good?

you suddenly pinch and twist it and eren whines. the pain is sharp, and yet that’s what has his orgasm returning. with only a few more grinds against your knee, it’s hitting him fast, from all angles, and the thing he’s been dreading finally comes true. he soaks his underwear with cum, hot and sticky and disgusting. he moans weakly, digging his blunt fingernails into your shoulders as his head raises up against the door.

you sigh, disappointed. “i didn’t say you could cum.”

eren is standing there, trying to catch his breath and too out of it to respond to you, when you suddenly grab him through his pants. his back arches at the overstimulation and you’re smiling because of course you are as your hand massages over his bulge and the horrid squelching sounds remind him of his shame. he tries to get away from the stimulation, gasping out, “stop, stop, stop!” but when you don’t hear that lovely ‘please’ you only quicken your ministrations.

“you’re such a pervert, eren,” you taunt, soft and sultry, as if you weren’t humiliating him with your words. “cumming in your pants from having your nipples played with? and it’s only been like, what, a minute?”

his cheeks turn pink, his eyebrows knit together, and all he can say is a shaky, “shut up.”

you snicker. “aw, don’t be embarrassed. it’s cute! you’re just like a virgin.”

“i’m not a virgin,” he croaks out, and it’s true, but you pretend to be unconvinced so you can watch him rush to make you believe him while his face blooms a darker shade of pink and his cock hardens at your touch — or maybe your words? either way, you continue palming him until his defiant expression fades, until it’s replaced by parted lips and hooded eyes.

then you pull away, just as he’s starting to buck into your palm. you relish the way he looks at you, so questioning and betrayed. you wish you could see what other faces you can get him to make, but now that you’ve given him a taste, you intend to take it all away. it’s the funnest part of this all; leaving him wanting after planting the seed of what could be into his mind, letting him continue with his life of hook-ups and one-night-stands before he inevitably comes running back to you. it would be so easy now to lose your patience and ravage him like a starved man, sure, but that takes away the fun in taking him apart piece by piece. you’ve come all this way; it would be a shame not to savour it.

“why did you stop?”

there it is, you think, and you can’t help smiling. “you told me to,” you answer as you take a step back. eren stands there, the start of a protest falling from his lips. you don’t wait for him to finish, instead reaching for your shirt and putting it back on.

“hey,” eren scoffs and grabs your arm. “you can’t just leave.” his tone is light-hearted, but you can tell he’s being serious, and that it’s more like a plea rather than the statement it’s phrased as.

“oh, can’t i?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “why not?”

eren looks at you, then his crotch. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this lost for words.

you just laugh through your nose, like he’s told a bad joke. “this is your punishment, eren. you should remember it next time you think about disobeying me.” you wave your hand for him to move, but he lingers, so you give him a pointed look, a silent demand. he steps out of the way and you open the door. “see you in class on monday,” you say over your shoulder before shutting the door behind you.

standing there with his heart still pounding with adrenaline, eren realises that he was right before; your actions are as cruel as your words, crueller even, he just guessed too soon. he should be livid — you’ve left him covered in hickeys, with an aching boner and cum that’s still warm in his pants — but all he can think about is two words: next time. even after days have passed, he doesn’t stop thinking about them. he clings to them like a lifeline, every day and every class with you after that; turning those words over, listening to the echo of your voice in his mind, the way your lips moved around those two bittersweet syllables. he thinks about them for an entire three weeks before they finally come into existence thanks to a class assignment that gets the two of you paired up.

you avoid inviting him over too soon, purposely offering to meet up at cafés and the campus library. at first, they were nothing more than that: just doing actual work for the assignment. but soon enough, you start to tease and distract him; a foot skimming his inner calf one too many times to be an accident, a hand on his thigh that rubs up and down but never more. it’s torture, yet eren feels giddy at the prospect of it leading up to something more, every single time, wondering if this will be the time you go further.

there’s one time he’s sure you will. it starts out innocent, you asking him to get a book that’s too high up for you. as he reaches for it, his shirt lifts up, revealing a strip of his v-line and the waistband of his boxers, how the edge of skin above it is slightly paler, where his tan didn’t reach...

it’s gone as soon as it appears and usually your thoughts would vanish with it — except the aisle happens to be dowsed in shadows from a broken light and the closest person around is on the other side of the library. so instead of your urges slipping away, it’s your self-restraint, and rather than taking the book, you take his wrist. then you pin him to wall and use your other hand to push his lips into yours, all in one fell swoop. the intensity with which you kiss him and the way you have him pressed against the wall brings him back to that night. he kisses back just as passionately, all slippery saliva and clashing teeth. he’s sweating already, hot with the thrill of what else you’re willing to do, how far you’re willing to go in a public place like this. would you touch him? make him cum in his pants? leave him hard?

a hand clutching onto your shirt brings you back to your senses. you pull away and eren tries to chase your lips, but you catch his jaw before he can. he’s still panting from the residual excitement of earlier. his eyes stare at you, puppy-like in the way they speak a silent plea and twinkle with the reflection of the library ceiling lights behind you. you just smile and pet his spit-slick lips with a thumb, the gentle touch distracting him long enough for you to grab the book he’s still holding and step back. “thanks,” you say, gesturing to the book before walking away.

just seconds ago, eren’s mind was racing with thoughts, but as he stares at your retreating back, his only thought is that you really are cruel — and yet it is that thought, and that moment, that replay in his head that very night as he’s roughly pumping his cock and cumming in his underwear, if only to pretend you forced him to, just like back then. he’s pathetic, he knows that, but at the same time, it’s all he can do. he just feels so... he doesn’t even know what to call it, but it has him drooling after everything you do. he’s never felt this way about anyone. he’s only ever slept around with people, too afraid of committment for even friends with benefits or a situationship. he’s not even all that great with friendships, with only two friends he’s been lucky enough to have by his side since childhood, and a few guys he talks to and has lunch with at uni, but never actually hangs out with outside of class. but you? you have something that makes him want to stay, to keep going after you; you’re the reason he hasn’t slept with anyone since the party. he’s tried to, but it’s just not the same. he feels like you’ve ruined him for everyone else. that’s why he has no other choice but to fuck his fist after every meet-up with you, imagining it as your fist while the words you left him with loop in his head.

it isn’t until over halfway through the project that eren’s pining finally reaches its peak with a single message:

let’s work at my place today, usual time

the way it’s not a question does something to him, which is when he realises how pent-up he is. he knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up, but by the time he reaches your dorm, he’s already half-hard. he wipes his sweaty hands off on his tee and adjusts himself in his sweatpants before knocking on your door. when you open it, you’re in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, legs bare and feet clad in slippers.

“you’re early,” you say as eren strolls inside.

he scoffs. “not on purpose,” he says, hoping you don’t see through his façade (you do). he slides his hands into his pockets and takes a look around your room. various shelves and decoration on your walls, reflecting your interests; memorabilia and clutter on different surfaces and furniture. some clothes thrown over your desk chair, a few plants and books. there’s a scent in the air too, not too strong but prominent and uniquely you.

“when you’re done snooping around my room like a creep,” you call out from your bed, “we should get on with the assignment.” your fingers clack away on your laptop keyboard for a bit before looking at eren. “i know the deadline’s next friday but i’d rather get it done as soon as, y’know?”

eren’s stomach drops. he completely forgot the real reason he was invited here; the innocent reason he was invited here. your tone was casual, gave no indication that you knew, yet as he stands there in front of you, he feels like you’re in his head. do you know the effect you had on him at the party? the effect you continue to have on him? shit, eren thinks, as he clenches and unclenches his fists. he wants to respond, play it off cool and act like he only agreed to come so enthusiastically because he cares about his grades, but his mind is blank.

“cat got your tongue?” you tease, shifting into a position that has you face-on to eren. then you slide to the edge of the bed and lean forward. “why so quiet, jaeger? that’s not like you, your loud mouth usually always has something to say.” those scrutinising eyes scan him from head to toe. slowly. “and where are all the materials anyway? the ones you were meant to bring? for the assignment?”

he feels caught, trapped like prey, and with every few-second flick of your eyes, every purposely chosen word and perfectly timed pause, he feels himself get smaller and smaller.

“don’t tell me,” you start, but with those three words alone, eren already knows his fate has been sealed, “you thought we wouldn’t actually be doing the assignment?” you’re smiling now, the same smile you had in that bathroom three weeks ago as you palmed him through his cum-soaked pants. “what did you think we were going to do, huh? please, tell me...” your eyes narrow into slits and your lips stretch out in a smile, showing off teeth that flash like a predator’s. “i am so curious.”

you’re pushing his buttons, making him feel like the desperate one, and maybe he is, but could you blame him? eren just wants another taste of what you gave him at the party, and most of all, he wants you. he realises that maybe you really did just send that text with the intention of working on the assignment, but there’s no denying that in this moment, that’s not what this is; in this moment, you’re nudging him forward after toying with his sexual frustration, and in this moment, eren decides to put a stop to it.

he stomps forward until he’s looming over you, a sharp scowl twisting his features. “stop playing dumb, (name). you know damn well what you were doing when you sent me that text,” he snarls, sea green eyes stormy and narrowed. “i’m done with these games, alright? if you’re not going to take responsibility for making me like this, then– then i will.” he almost falters from the weight of your eyes, the way they just sit there, waiting and unfazed, but he steels his composure. “you’re just a brat anyway,” he says, leaning in. “all you really want is for someone to put you back in your place.”

that smile hasn’t left; hasn’t so much as twitched. in the position you’re in, you’re looking up at him, but the way you’re doing it makes it feel as though eren is the one looking up, the one being looked down on. “well... you’re right about me knowing what i was doing,” you admit, “but the rest? not so much. not for me, anyway.” you trace the collar of eren’s t-shirt with your fingertips, drag your palm down his chest...

you suddenly bunch up the fabric and yank it with a tight fist. your other hand catches eren’s shoulder and keeps him steady as his palms land on either side of you, knees bent and head in the crook of your neck. “come now, jaeger. do you really think i’m the brat in this situation?” you say softly, your breath warm and your lips featherlight as they graze his ear lobe. “put me back in my place?” you giggle quietly and it reverberates through eren’s skull like a thunder clap. “does that really sound like something you want to do to me?” he can feel the way you smile against the shell of his ear, the wetness of your teeth. “or is that just the only way you know how to ask for something to be done to you?”

eren is hidden in your neck yet he feels completely exposed. he wants to mask the way your words make his breathing stutter, but when you’re this close, even he knows it’s no use. all he can do is stay right where he is, frozen in a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.

you shove eren back and he crumbles to the floor on all fours. “that’s more like it.” you tilt your head at him as he sits up on his knees. “doesn’t this feel so much better?”

eren doesn’t want to admit it, not even to himself, but it does feel better. his gaze drops to his lap in shame but that’s where he sees the even more shameful bulge that’s formed between his legs. he instinctually covers it up, but he’s too late, and his attempt at hiding it only confirms what you already know. you reach over and angle his head up by his chin. you have an unimpressed expression on your face, but your eyes contrast it with their fiery intrigue. “wow, eren,” you say through an amused sigh as you lean in close to his face. “are you seriously hard right now?”

he swallows nervously and presses his thighs together. his breathing is already faltering in his chest, but he tries to keep it steady as he replies, “you can’t blame me. you’ve been teasing me ever since you left me at the party. just like this.”

a hand yanks his head back by his hair and eren is unable to stop the moan that escapes him. he chews on his lip as you sneer down at him. “being left like that was exactly what you deserved,” you mutter, then you raise your eyebrows, feigning a contemplative expression, “but maybe another, harsher punishment is what you need to learn your lesson, hm?”

eren’s dick twitches and he would’ve nodded too, if he didn’t register at the last minute that punishments aren’t meant to be enjoyed.

you catch it anyway, and scoff. “of course, you’d like that, you fucking whore.” you let go of his hair and lean back. eren stares at you, confused, until you pat your lap. “sit,” you tell him. your posture is relaxed, in contrast to his, which tenses as he straddles your lap, resting his hands on your shoulders. your eyes widen and you smile incredulously. “i guess leaving you like that wasn’t entirely useless, huh?” you laugh to yourself and massage along his hips and thighs before finally tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down, slowly, along with his underwear. a shudder runs down eren’s spine at the touch of cool air on his skin. his hard cock bumps against his abdomen, leaving behind a shiny smudge of precum. you tap his wet tip and draw circles around it, making eren hiss and briefly dig his nails into your shoulders.

“don’t–” he stops himself when you glance up at him.

your eyebrows raise. “what was that?” you ask, but he just swallows and remains silent. “use your manners, baby. you’ve done it once before, so i know you can.” your other hand snakes under his t-shirt and caresses his side. “don’t get shy now. if you’re cute enough, i might give you a reward.”

eren shifts in your lap. there’s a pause. then, “please.”

you chuckle. “come on, ‘ren,” you say, “you can do better than that.”

he looks exasperated, but tries again anyway. “please,” he repeats. “please just– just touch me. please.”

he makes it too easy to tease him, you think, as you grin wickedly. “but i’m touching you right now, aren’t i?”

eren groans. “yes but– you’re not–” he jumps as you dip your nail gently into his slit. “fuck, just put your hand around my cock please.”

you surprise him by doing exactly that, a loud moan being torn out of him. your grip is tight as you drag your fingers down his length, spreading his precum. with how pent up he’s been, eren feels like he’s close already. his body tingles with pleasure and anticipation. it’s almost too much, yet not enough, the way you slide your hand up then down, up then down, steady and unrushed. just as eren is about to ask you to go faster, you rotate your hand over his leaking tip and he chokes on his words. you do it again, and again, before returning to your previous motions. you repeat this, changing your pace a few times, just to watch him squirm, before resuming your steady pumping. eren begins to wonder if you’re waiting for him to beg more, if you’ll just keep doing this until he asks you to go faster, but the next time you change your pace, it’s fast and doesn’t stop, just goes even faster. eren stumbles over his breaths. he’s relieved, but at the same time it’s too fast. “fuck, slo– slow down,” he says in a strangled voice. he is hurtling toward his orgasm, he’s definitely not going to last. shit, how were you able to go so fast and hard at the same time? it felt like he was on fire. he’s so–

you stop.

a single meek drop of precum trickles down eren’s dick.

“no–” he groans. “what the fuck? why did– why didn’t you–”

“did you forget already?” you interrupt, grinning from ear to ear. eren’s lips remain pursed in frustration. “this is your punishment, remember?”

a range of emotions pass over eren’s face: realisation, horror, anger, desperation, self-pity. you watch his inner conflict set aflame, how he looks down at his aching dick, how his fingers twitch and one hand even goes as far as to dip down to try and touch himself, but you grab it and place it back around your neck. “only i get to touch you, and only i will decide when you get to cum,” you tell him and eren curses under his breath but stays put. from there, you go back to touching him. you bring him to the edge, over and over, abusing your knowledge of all his weak spots, squeezing and rubbing and pumping vigourously for what must be at least eight times; until his speech is slurred and his pleas are barely intelligible.

when you let go for the final time, you hear him sniffle against your neck.

“that bad, huh?” you mumble, mostly to yourself. you slip your hands beneath his shirt and trace the smooth plains of his torso, up and down, feeling the muscles ripple and writhe from the barely-there touch. “okay,” you say, “you’ve been good, so i’ll reward you now.” his hips jut out violently and grind against your stomach. you grab his drenched cock and suck your teeth in disapproval. “don’t ruin it by getting too greedy now, eren.”

he stares at you, turquoise irises engulfed in black pupils, and licks his lips. “what’s my reward?”

you just smile. “you’ll find out soon enough,” you answer. you pull up his waistband and snap it against his sensitive cock, making him yelp. “first, i want you to get up and take off your clothes.”

eren is eager and obeys quickly, making a show of it as he does; flexing his muscles a little more than necessary, his movements slow and sensual and tempting because that’s just how he’s done this every time before this. but the sooner that usual ego of his rises, the sooner it falls, because once he’s down to his last item of clothing — his boxers — he just stands there like he doesn’t know what to do next. he does, of course, but he’s feeling what seems like dread at the idea of being completely naked in front of you. not because he’s insecure, but the fact that it’s you he’s showing it to; you with your fox grins and cruel, humiliating words, your rough treatment and watchful eyes... fuck, just the thought is making him harder, and then even harder as he wonders if you can see it. will you point it out? will you make fun of him? call him names?

eren jumps when you graze his crotch with the end of your foot. “having second thoughts?” you say, teasing but serious all the same.

“no,” he says without hesitating.

“then go on.” you lift your foot and eren tenses in anticipation, but you just grin wider and point to the head of his dick, peering out slightly from his boxers, without touching it. “don’t keep me waiting.”

he slides the waistband down his thighs and lets it drop to his feet, then steps out and tosses the garment aside. you’re still fully clothed and relaxed while you look him up and down. eren slides a hand over the top of his hair, pushing away the fallen strands. he thought he felt exposed earlier, but now it’s even worse. your eyes are practically devouring him, but you can’t help it. the way he’s standing there, completely nude while you aren’t, waiting for your next command while staring at you with those dark aqua eyes from under pretty dark eyelashes. no number of late-night fantasising would do this sight justice, yet you wonder if you can make it even better. you wonder if you can push him just a little bit further, see how much more you can bend him before he breaks.

“you look nervous, eren,” you say. “are you sure you–”

“yes! yes, i’m sure,” he all but gasps out.

you arch an eyebrow at his interruption. “i was going to say are you sure you want this? are you sure you want me?” you clarify. “for all i know, you’re just a slut who’ll pounce on anyone. how do i know i’m not just a set of holes to you, hm?”

eren frowns. “no, that’s not–” he steps closer to you and sinks to his knees in front of you. “i only want you, (name). no one...” his cheeks flush hot and he looks away from your eyes. “no one else could fuck me as good as you.”

it’s not the entire truth and you know that. you’ve always been good at reading people. though eren may be better than the average person at lying, around you? all of that depletes and he becomes an open book. “and how would you know that?” you say as you lean back on your palms.

“i don’t,” eren says as he places his hands on your knees, “but maybe you can show me?”

it’s pathetic yet so beautiful to see a man like eren jaeger like this: on his knees and at your disposal. it’s almost a shame you couldn’t get here sooner, but you’ve always believed in delayed gratification, in trusting the process and the like; that’s why you adore men like him, who’ve only ever been doms and have never even considered anything else. it’s so much fun to string them along, allow them to unknowingly fall into a false sense of security, to make them think you’re just another obedient little sub, and how once you’ve built that up enough, breaking them is all the sweeter.

the shift of you leaning forward makes eren sit up. he’s not sure what he’s expecting, but you gently petting his hair definitely isn’t it. he melts, dropping his head and resting his cheek against your knee, just like you thought he would. after all, you noticed that pushing back loose hair is a nervous tic of his, and so naturally this kind of touch comforts him. you smile fondly at that.

the tender moment is broken by eren humping your leg. you’re not sure if he even realises he’s doing it. his eyes are shut and he’s whimpering like a dog. the grasp he has around your knees tightens. “eren,” you say to him and he seems to regain some awareness, stopping his movement and looking up at you. “would you like your reward?”

he breathes out like he’s been holding it. “please.”

you pat the space behind you. “come lay down.”

he does so and you wait for him to get comfortable before perching yourself on his lap. you begin by sliding your hands up his torso and back down again, tracing the dips and curves of his body. you litter kisses from his neck to his collarbone and chest. your breath ghosts over a nipple and eren shivers. you take a second to smile before flicking your tongue over the dark pink bud. his chest raises off the bed and into your mouth as you latch onto the nub and swirl your tongue around it. your hand makes work of his other nipple and eren’s hips buck into you. a string of spit forms and snaps as you pull away and resume your path down his torso, pecking down his belly, hip and finally, his inner thigh. you feel eren squirm as your cool breaths hit his drooling cock. you flatten your tongue and lick up from the base, kissing the tip wetly before taking it into your mouth and sucking hard. eren throws his head back and moans, fallen strands fanning out against the pillows. his hips are restless, so you hold them down while you slide down to the base, then back up to suck on the tip again. your motions are smooth, aided by saliva and precum, as you begin to bob your head up and down his length.

eren’s fingers find your hair and cling there. you break away to mutter a cautionary, “easy,” then swallow down his cock again, moving quicker now. with how you’ve been teasing and edging him, you suspect that he’ll cum soon. his sounds get higher and louder, more frequent, and every so often the hands on your head flinch or scratch or curl.

“i’m close, i’m close,” eren warns through laboured breaths. his skin is damp with sweat, long strands sticking to his forehead in curled shapes. “please le– let me cum.”

you answer him by not stopping, by using your hand to pump the bottom half of his cock while continuing to suck on the rest with hollowed cheeks and wet lips.

“fuck, m’gonna c– ah! fuck, please let– please!” his back arches, sheets peeling off his skin before he collapses again, abdomen contracting. “please say i can–” his nails dig into your scalp as he moans, drawn out and loud. hot fluid fills up your mouth and throat. you swallow and don’t cease moving until eren is pawing at your face and mumbling about how it’s too much. afterwards, unable to hold back your teasing nature, you give a few kitten licks to his reddened tip, enjoying how it makes him whine and jolt.

“i take it you liked your reward then?” you say, pushing away the stringy hair around his cheeks and forehead.

“yeah,” eren pants, and as he’s lying there, all blissed out and in the process of winding down from his high, you’re gazing down at him in a way he’s only been able to dream of until now and he realises that sure, blowjobs aren’t anything special or revolutionary, but everything leading up to it is what made it so amazing, you are what made it so amazing. you’re everything he didn’t know he wanted, the key that unlocked his hidden desires, and even if you were to leave him hard and aching for your touch again, even if you teased him to no end and laughed at him and called him names, he’d still come back if you gave him the chance because he loves it. he loves you.

you lean in and kiss eren; delicately, kindly, with care and a gentle want, a peaceful want reserved for lovers, because somewhere along the way you started to develop feelings for him. eren had only hoped for such a thing, thought that it was wishful thinking and delusion that gave him the impression you might feel the same way. maybe you didn’t at the beginning; maybe it started out as just lust, but right now you love him and he loves you. the lust is still there, but it’s soft now, and so much more than it was.

notes. couldn’t help making it soft at the end! i’ve reread this so many times i genuinely have no idea if it’s good but i hope you enjoyed it<3

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(Not) Just Another Crush - Part 1/2

Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Eren x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Fluff, fluff, A LOT of fluff, slow burn, kissing, language, slight make out, emotional edging of sorts (it will make sense)

Chapter Summary: Instead of pining over the mystery man at your gym from a distance, you decide to take matters into your own hands and talk to the guy. And you find out that Eren Jaeger, as it turns out, is akin to a man written by a woman.

Author's notes: Hello, here’s a meet-cute type of thing for gym bro Eren cause ~I need a big boy, gimme a big boy, gimme a big big boy~; this is a 2-part story so the chapters are super lengthy. Hope you enjoy it – feel free to like, reblog or comment! Thank you for reading!

-Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Crush by Cigarettes After Sex

Part 1 | Part 2

To the unassuming eyes, it may look like just two people interacting – but to the ones who knew, you and the gym trainer, it was fate intervening to give you this opportunity!

“Bruh, if you don't go talk to him now…” you hear Porco, the trainer's voice as he nudges you in your crush's direction.

As you walk up to your crush you think about how stupid this idea seems. The plan was to ask him to alternate sets with you on seated rows since the gym was way too crowded.

Honestly, the move was a bit too obvious in your opinion. But you'd set your mind to it – Today is the day you finally talk to your crush!

It had been quite some time since you'd been secretly simping over this guy so what's the harm? All the other equipment being occupied was the perfect excuse, if you had to look for one, to finally talk to him.

Since you’re usually reserved, you don’t talk to anyone at the gym. You've always been this way – doing your own thing while blasting music in your earphones and going home without ever lifting your head up.

But ever since you saw him about a month ago, your eyes had been wandering around to find him the minute you'd enter the gym, stealing glimpses whenever you could without being creepy about it.

You decided it was just some stupid crush only because the man was ridiculously hot so it'll fade away eventually. But man, were you wrong.

When he didn't show up to the gym the whole week last week, you rushed to Porco, who's always hanging around to enquire – any semblance of subtlety thrown out the window.

It wasn't like you were planning to make a move (god knows the only reason you didn't talk much at the gym was to avoid the occasional creeps that would try talking you up).... but the fact that it felt like a missed chance with the mystery guy left an itch and a curiosity to know more.

“...you know the one who's always wearing anime t-shirts? Long, black haired pretty dude?” You'd asked, hoping Porco would recognize your crush from your half-assed description.

When Porco was seemingly confused, you'd pestered further, “The one who always has his hair tied in a messy bun but still looks gorgeous? Nothing? Ummm- The emo dude with the perfect proportions!”

“OH! Are you talking about Eren? I can’t quite remember his last name but pretty sure you’re talking about Eren. Yeah… he's a regular– has been here for a year now.”

“How come I only saw him a month ago?”

“I think he recently switched timings to fit his work schedule or something. Maybe he shifted back to the mornings.”

Your heart sinks at the information… there goes your imaginary chance with Eren.

Eren.

You memorise his name anyway… hoping that maybe the gods would be generous enough to give you a chance to talk to him.

And they do. He shows up over the weekend and you secretly cheer that he's back during your schedule. However, another month passes by as you keep on trying to find the ‘perfect’ opportunity to talk to him.

Which brings you to the present moment, as you walk towards him and wait at a distance while he finishes his reps. He slows down his movements nonetheless when your eyes meet, and before you can stop yourself, you wave at him before abruptly putting your hand down.

Eren stops his movements and pulls his headphones back, his serious face breaking into a soft smile, “Hii…?”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but would you mind alternating sets with me? I’ve been waiting for about 15 minutes…” you point at the other equipments flocked by people, “Totally cool if you can’t tho-”

“Okay,” he smiles as he does five more reps before getting up and wiping the sweat off the seat.

“Thank you,” you say as you go to adjust the weights. Your jaw almost drops when you see it's set to 80kgs. You almost want to laugh as you set it back to 15kgs.

‘Dude’s a beast, don’t compare! Upper body never was your best muscle group,’ you think to yourself. You resume your music quickly and begin your set. When you’re done, you get up to wipe the seat as well as the handlebars of the machine with your towel.

You hear a snort from behind and when you turn to look at Eren and see him give you a smile that has you weak in your knees.

“What?” you ask confused.

“Wiping the handles as well? Cute,” he answers. He can’t help but find this action considerate – Most people don’t even bother wiping the patch formed by their sweaty ass cheeks.

Even if his compliment makes you blush, you try hard to not let it show. You simply move away to signal him to the seat. He bends down to readjust the weights.

“No way you’re gonna go above 80!?” you gasp as you see him push it to 100kgs.

“The last one is always till failure,” he states matter-of-factly.

“Oh... that’s crazy, I could never. I’ve got noodle arms,” you joke.

“Didn’t you get your first full pull up a few days ago?” he asks.

PAUSE. He’s noticed you before???

As if instantly reading your mind, he adds, “I saw you cheering and clapping your hands with Porco when you did it.”

“Oh that… sorry, I try not to bother anyone much usually,” you feel the heat rise to your cheeks out of embarrassment.

“I know, don’t be sorry, it’s a good thing to celebrate your PR… besides, Reiner has been teasing me about not making any progress lately so I need to step up my game for sure,” he laughs to himself as he gets into position.

“Reiner?”

“That’s the huge blonde who I usually come with,” he explains. You simply nod and don’t speak further, letting him begin his set. He starts well but by the end you can tell that Eren is struggling a bit as soft cusses leave his lips, face scrunching and chest heaving as he steadies his breathing.

“Come on… 2 more.” you cheer, causing him to grunt as he finishes his set. Your eyebrows raise in surprise when you see him wipe the handles along with the seat, imitating your habit.

“Thank you.” you blush as you bend down to readjust the weights to 25kgs, “So, you’re done?”

“Yeah…” he speaks, taking small sips of water from his bottle, “I’ll see you around?”

You nod and he smiles at you as he turns to leave, but quickly turns back again, “Shit! Sorry… What's your name?”

The blush grows even further at his question as you tell him your name and ask, “What about you?”

“I’m Eren… Eren Jaeger.”

Jaeger. Eren Jaeger.

You memorise his full name and you both say your goodbyes as you get back to your workout. Eren left way before you did, leaving no room for further conversations to occur.

This interaction hadn’t gone unnoticed by Porco, who rushed to your side when you were stretching, “Soooo, am I your cupid yet?”

“Don’t get your hopes up… we’ll have small talks whenever we see each other at best. Nothing’s going to happen!” you lie with a straight face, but deep down you were dying to check him out on Instagram once you were in the comfort of your home.

Your crush was oh so kind to spare you the stalking when you see your phone light up with a notification later at night.

Eren_j started following you.

You almost jump up out of your bed but steady yourself to call your best friend, Annie, before you even get to checking his account.

“Guess who just followed me on ig?” you giggle when she picks up the call.

“Huh?”

“Guess. Who. Followed. Me!” you repeat.

“Darling… I need context,” she replies dryly.

“Eren… Eren followed me… the gym crush!” you squeal, killing the suspense since you knew it was too late at night for her to indulge in your guessing game.

“Waitttttt… the supposedly hot emo guy who wears anime t-shirts?” you can hear her surprising tone, “you go girl– thought you were too much of a puss-”

“Annie!” you cut her off, “What do I do? Should I text him first or just follow back?”

“NO! Always let the guy text first,” she proclaims.

“Ugh… but okay, I hear you… wouldn’t want to seem like a simp after keeping my cool for so long,” you answer back as you put her on speaker to follow him back. You see the Requested icon turn to Following within seconds.

“ANN! He accepted already,” you almost yell.

“Welp, that was fast,” she chuckles.

“Sooo,” you begin in a sweet sing-song voice, “I’m gonna go stalk his profil-”

“Yeah, alright… have a good night babe.” you hear a dramatic mwah from her. You chuckle as you bid her good night before hanging up.

As you skim through his profile, you can’t help but feel giddy at the fact that this guy actually seems to have a personality, unlike some gym bros who make ‘muscle’ their entire personality.

When you’re going through his story highlights, you see his username pop up at the top of your screen, making your heart race faster. He had replied to your story. You rush to check on your profile what you’d posted, feeling your brain malfunction as you fear it being something embarrassing and goofy.

Phew. It was just a post-workout selfie showing off your wet, sweaty t-shirt.

You open his text.

Eren_j:

Guess u got a good workout in after I left afterall.

Feeling a bit bold, you text back.

I did… would’ve been a lot more fun with you tho.

And you almost want to throw your phone away in anticipation as you see the typing icon.

Eren_j:

Be careful what you wish for. I’ve been told im a strict/difficult gym partner.

I like me a challenge :)

Eren_j:

Is that so? Guess i gotta make it particularly hard for u :)))

I’m a tough girl Eren… i think i can take it.

You swing your feet as you roll around on the bed. If you ever showed this to Annie, she’d probably call it ‘fucking cringe but cute nonetheless’.

As the double entendre texts died down, seamless conversations kept you hooked. He was putting in equal amounts of effort to keep the conversation alive. You don’t exactly remember how you fell asleep but you remember talking to him for about two hours or so.

And that’s how you became gym buddies. As another month had passed by, you got to know him as a friend. You want to cuss yourself since your crush has only increased tenfold ever since you’ve gotten to know him personally.

You realise just how deceiving his looks are – on the outside, he’s this big, intimidating dude but on the inside he’s got the golden retriever energy. Eren is the perfect mix of what you’d call a serious yet laid back/chill guy.

He’s thoughtful, remembers tiny details about you, sends you songs whenever he finds one he thinks you’d like and memes that remind him of you and is a self proclaimed hopeless romantic. You could go on and on about Eren and it would still not be enough – needless to say, you were absolutely gone for him, the kind that they describe as being totally head-over-heels in movies.

And it doesn’t help that a few nights ago, when the gym was basically empty, you two almost kissed. Standing in the corridor, as you were saying your goodbyes, it felt as if he was about to lean in to kiss you before being interrupted by someone walking out the changing room, making you flee the scene, akin to a criminal being caught.

But then again, you weren’t really sure if it was just your delusion overriding the tiny bit of logic left in your romance-ridden brain.

~~~

“Eren… I can’t– fuck,” you groan as your hands shake.

“You got it, come on. You’re doing so good. One more then we’re done. Promise,” you hear his voice as his grip on your waist tightens.

Eren supports your bodyweight as he pushes you up so that your chin is touching the pull up bar. The first few were bearable but by your 7th pull up, it’s more like he’s working his biceps rather than you working your back.

With shaky hands, you try to control your movement as you come down but your arms almost give in, causing you to slightly stumble as you drop to your feet with a light thud. His grip on your waist tightens to steady you before letting go gently.

Ever since the almost kiss, you’d been extra aware of his touches. So even his guiding touches, without any ulterior motives, have been making you feel some type of way.

You slouch slightly as you sit against a wall in the corner, sipping your water. You close your eyes to calm your breathing as you feel your arms burn. You groan as you realise you’re going to be super sore tomorrow morning.

“Good job bub,” he snickers. You open your eyes to see him bend down in front of you to pat your head lightly.

“I give up… you win, you are a ruthless gym partner.”

“Aww… I'm flattered,” he jokes further.

You roll your eyes as you swat his hand away from your head.

“Let me make it up to you, I’ll give you a massage. How about that?” he adds jokingly, though you know he wouldn’t mind actually giving you one if you ask him nicely.

“You better! I’m not going to be able to make dinner tonight!” you reply as you hold your arms out limply in front of him.

“Then don’t. Let me make you dinner,” he says, taking the opportunity.

“For real?” you ask, taken by surprise by his sudden yet tempting offer.

“Yeah? Got any plans for tonight?”

“No… let’s do it. I'm in,” you agree before demanding, “but, I want that massage as well.”

“Done… my massages can put those Thai spas to shame,” he boasts.

“Are you overselling yourself Jaeger?” you tease him, “it’s often disappointing when reality doesn’t match the hype.”

“You’re gonna eat your words later… I’ve been told I’ve got magic fingers.” he retorts, his cocky smirk wider than ever. You roll your eyes as you grab your things before getting up.

“That’s for me to decide,” you poke him further, “... the food better be worth the 7 pull ups.”

Surprisingly he doesn’t have a witty comeback in his arsenal this time. You simply hear a low chuckle escape his lips and it’s somehow more mischievous than whatever clever words he would’ve spoken otherwise.

You’d never been to his place before, meaning it took a few minutes for your brain to register that you were going to Eren fucking Jaeger’s place! In the changing room, you freshen up as much as you can to try to not look like a sweaty mess. You change into a pair of jeans and a jumper, slinging the gym bag over your shoulder before giving yourself one last look in the mirror and walking out to meet him near the entrance of the gym.

As you walk out, you see him waiting for you on his bike, securing the helmet on his head. He’s changed into a pair of loose jeans and a denim jacket over his t-shirt. Even when you’d seen his ride for the first time, Eren being a biker never surprised you since it felt very on-brand for him.

Imagine him picking you up for a date, waiting on his bike with a bouquet of tulips in hand. Ehe.

You snap out of your daydream when he holds out the other helmet in front of you. You lean your head down when he motions you to do so and he puts the helmet on you.

“Where did the second one come from?” you wonder out loud.

“I had planned to take you home tonight from the start,” he winks.

You snort as you slide the visor of his helmet down his face. You hear his laugh as he adds, “Porco let me borrow his, apparently he keeps an extra one in the cabin for god-knows-what.”

“I guess I really might need to call Porco a cupi–” you freeze midway.

“Hmm?”

“A good trainer.” you correct yourself, and you’re pretty sure it was far from convincing but Eren decides not to tease you about it. You’re 99.99% certain he heard it – maybe he just wants to save you the embarrassment, you think to yourself.

You hop onto his bike and hesitantly rest your hands on his sides not wanting to seem awkward by straight up hugging him from behind. However, he straightens his back as he grabs the top of your hands, pulling them to the front to wrap them around his waist. You smile to yourself as you rest your cheek on his back and hug your arms around him steadily.

The ride back to his place is barely 10 minutes long. You miss being so close to him as soon as you get off the bike in the parking lot. He parks and guides you to his apartment holding your wrist gently. It’s not a complete holding-hands-fingers-intertwined but that has never stopped you from overanalyzing things, has it?

You take in your surroundings when you enter the apartment and it doesn’t stand out much. It looks like any normal dude’s apartment, except it’s cleaner – probably more than your own.

“Wow, your apartment is clean,” you comment.

“You’re hurting me babe. Did you expect me to live like a savage just cause I’m a guy.”

“No, no… I’m sorry it came out wrong–” you try to clarify but he interrupts.

“Kidding! I know it’s cleaner than usual. I live with Reiner and Levi… while Reiner and I aren’t really shabby, Levi really can’t tolerate a dirty house,” Eren explains.

“Oh, that must be exhausting, no?”

“Not really. That was Levi’s one condition when Reiner and I went to him in search of a third flatmate so we agreed.”

“Ah, makes sense. Are they here?” you ask, curiously as you hang your bag near the coat rack and take off your shoes. Eren returns to your side, having locked the door and keeping all his things in their designated places.

“Nah. Reiner’s out of town on a work trip for like two weeks and Levi’s gone home for a few days as well,” he answers as he shrugs off his jacket, folding it before placing it on the side table.

You can’t help but find it cute that he keeps the place neat so diligently, being considerate of others… but then again, you’ve been finding all of Eren’s actions cute lately.

“... so it’s just us here tonight.” he says flirtatiously.

“Good thing, I’d hate to share food now… I’m hungry,” you say, dodging it. Usually, you’d flirt back but the two of you being alone at his place suddenly feels so real – anything could happen. You chicken out – there may be a possibility that he likes you back but there could ALSO be a possibility of him only liking you as a friend.

“‘Ight, what would you like to have?” he asks as you follow him to the kitchen.

“Surprise me… nothing too fancy though.”

“Phew… I was actually hoping for that answer since I’d prepared the dough for burger patties,” he admits sheepishly as he washes his hand and puts on the apron. You lean against the opposite counter to let him cook in peace without any hindrance.

“Do you want my hel-”

“OH– just a min,” he interrupts you as he hurries out of the kitchen. You blink in confusion as you follow him out to check on the guy and find him connecting his phone to the speaker.

A soft song plays through the speaker loudly and he walks towards you as if just now he’s truly ready to take on kitchen duties.

“It’s my cooking playlist,” he smiles.

He’s so fucking cute. For fucks sake!

When you ask him again if he wants your help, he declines saying ‘the only thing you need to do tonight is compliment my amazing skills.’

So you watch him work while chatting away about random things. It doesn’t take long for him to prepare the patties and heat the buns, adding copious amounts of veggies with melting cheese on top of it. He presents it with a ‘Tada!’ and you clap at his presentation with a dramatic ‘Bravo!’

When you taste the first bite, you almost moan at how delicious it is. The burger is huge, juicy and has the right balance of crispy and soft with spicy, sweet and sour. You close your eyes, delving into the heavenly taste.

You open your eyes to see Eren devouring his own burger, unfazed by the masterpiece that he’d created as if it were something ordinary to him.

“Eren!” you squeal, “if this is what I get to eat after, I might just do a hundred pull-ups from tomorrow.”

Eren chuckles at this, licking the cheesy sauce that had trickled down his fingers, “Told ya I only brag when I know I’m good.”

“I’m serious! This is too good,” you add, taking another bite.

“I know… thank you,” Eren smiles, clearly amused at the way you’re enjoying his burger. And in that moment, a thought crosses his mind – he’d make you dinner every night if it meant that he got to be the reason for you to feel such bliss.

Neither of you talk much till you finish eating. Your reason being wanting to relish in the taste with full concentration and Eren’s reason being not wanting to disturb your peace.

When you’re done, you clear out the plates and Eren cleans the table. As you’re walking out of the kitchen, you hear a familiar tune playing when he resumes the songs on his playlist.

You recognize it – Dope Lovers by DPR IAN.

“I love this song!” you exclaim as you walk towards him. The tension you’d felt at the beginner has almost dissipated and feeling a little courageous, you extend an arm out to him to dance.

He tosses his phone on the sofa before taking your hand to pull you closer to him. You sway your body to the rhythm as you mumble some of the lyrics.

“Is it the art or the artist that you like?” he teases.

“Well, you can’t deny that he isn’t hot… There’s something about DPR Ian, he’s soooo–” you pause to think about the right word to use before concluding, “– babygurl.”

“Babygurl?” Eren laughs as he rests his arms at your hips, “What does that even mean?”

“It’s like daddy – it’s a state of mind,” you joke but then you purse your lips as you really think about how to explain this endearing slang to Eren, “Babygurl is when a man is so comfortable in his masculinity that he isn't scared of embracing his soft side and being gentle. A man who knows that kindness is strength. Someone who looks so tough but is far from toxic. A man who’s a gentleman in the true sense of the word… does that make sense?”

“Hmm, I think so…” he nods, “Who else is babygurl?”

“You are, Eren,” you smile and lift your hands up to move to his neck but stop when you feel a weird stiffness in your shoulders, “ow, it’s sore already.”

“Okay, let’s give you that massage!” he declares with a booming laugh, taking your hands in his and guiding you to the sofa. He sits you down with your back facing him and gently taps near your lower back to signal you to sit up straight.

“Relax your shoulders,” you hear him speak softly as his hands move up to your shoulders but he pauses his movement. He lifts his hands to comb his fingers through your locks and you jerk slightly when his fingers touch your neck in the process.

“Eren, what are you doin-” you giggle as you turn your head to look at him.

“Shh, stay still,” he murmurs, knitting his eyebrows in concentration. His hair falls down, framing his face as he takes out his hair tie. You turn to look to the front as he runs his fingers to gather all your loose strands together once again. You feel him gently pull at your hair as he secures it with his hair tie.

“You know, you could’ve just asked for mine. It’s in my bag,” you chuckle.

“Too lazy,” he replies as his hands begin to massage your back gently. He alternates between pressing his thumbs down the length of your spine and pressing his palms flat to cover the entire area, sliding his hands down in slow pressured movements. You slouch in his touch and his hands move up to your shoulder blades to massage the area in circular motion.

“Mmm, Eren– that feels so good,” you breathe out, skin feeling like wax that could melt into his hands at any moment. You’re certain you’d fall asleep in a few minutes if he continued doing this any longer.

Eren changes his movement to bring up his fingertips to your nape, dragging them gently over the expanse of your neck, his fingers dancing over your skin as he dips them under the collar to trace your skin. This causes you to let out an involuntary whimper and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when his touch comes to a halt.

You’re pretty sure he can see the goosebumps pricking on the surface of your skin and you mumble a soft ‘sorry’ as you create some space between to turn around to face him completely. Your eyes meet and you’re smiling at him awkwardly but he has a poker face.

He gets up abruptly, breaking eye contact as he hurries towards the kitchen. You look at him, confused and are about to ask him why he was acting that way but he speaks up before you do.

“Want anything to drink? Something sweet for dessert?”

“Umm… okay,” you mutter, still confused.

“Anything specific?” he enquires.

“I wouldn’t mind a cup of hot coffee,” you request, smiling as you abandon your previous thought.

“Coffee? At night?” he counters, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, that’s my talent. I can sleep like a baby no matter how strong the coffee is.”

“Hmmm… Would you like to try the Eren Jaeger Special where I mix loads of chocolate with coffee and cream?”

“So, basically a mocha?” you press your lips together to keep yourself from laughing.

“Yes or no?” he says with narrowed eyes.

“Yes,” you laugh and he rolls his eyes as he turns around, disappearing into the kitchen.

You’re scrolling through your phone when you hear his approaching footsteps after a few minutes. You close your phone as you turn your head to look up at him as he walks towards you with two steaming mugs in hand.

As soon as he places one of the mugs on the table, you pick it up instantly. He sits down in front of you to clink your mugs together with a ‘cheers’. You both take tiny sips together and your eyes widen at the frothy sweet and bitter taste.

“If you get me addicted, you’ll have to be the one to meet the demands too, just sayinggg…'' you blow over the surface and take another sip.

“Yes ma’am, I’d gladly oblige to all of your demands,” he winks before taking another sip from his mug. You try to hide your growing smile with your mug. For the rest of the conversation you try to change the subject from the two of you to literally anything else you can find – and Eren being the great conversationalist that he is, is talking about each topic just as enthusiastically.

“Aww man, the last of the coffee’s gone cold.” you swirl the liquid in the mug.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Eren fake yells, already having finished his. You raise one fist up as you gulp the last of your coffee down in one go and slam the mug down on the cushion. Feeling the frothy stache over your upper lip, you lick it off, laughing along with him.

“There’s still some left…” Eren mumbles, pointing at his own mouth to show the spot. Before you have a chance to wipe it, he swipes his thumb over the corner of your lips before bringing it to his lips to lick it off. It’s such a simple act yet it has the butterflies in your stomach going rampant.

“Hey, that was mine,” you try to feign offence but it comes out more desperate than you’d intended as you stare at his lips a little too longer than friends are supposed to.

He cups your face with both his hands as his gaze deepens before his eyes move down to your lips. Your breath hitches as you see him instinctively wet his lips. He leans in to move closer till your faces are just inches away.

“Then take it back agai–” he’s rudely interrupted by the sound of the front door opening with a loud thud. You pull back abruptly to create some space between the two of you. You see Eren’s jaw clench as he closes his eyes briefly in an attempt to keep his cool.

“REINER MY BROTHER– oh,” you see a man enter the living room with a large backpack.

“Jean.” Eren says, giving him a tight lipped smile.

“Eren. Where’s Reiner?” Jean asks as he looks at the two of you.

“Did he not tell you that he wasn’t gonna be at home for a while?” Eren answers, and you’re almost surprised at how cold his tone is.

“Yes? But I figured he'd leave after seeing me?” Jean retorts.

“And why would he do that?” Eren asks just as coldly.

“Since he said I was welcome to stay in his room while I was in town? Even told me to use the key y'all keep in the space behind the nameplate,” the man explains.

“Great! It's amazing how my roommate fails to tell me about shit like this.” Eren mutters but smiles at the guy nonetheless, “His room is unlocked… feel free to make yourself at home I guess.”

“Thanks. Have fun, I guess,” Jean half salutes Eren, giving you both a smug smile, feeling the satisfaction of having cockblocked his friendly foe. He leaves you two alone, making his way to Reiner’s room. Once you watch him disappear, you turn to check your phone for the time.

This time it was real! You’re not delusional, he really was about to kiss you!

You silence the voice in your head. You don’t know how to feel about the fact that Eren seemingly likes you but he can’t seem to make a move or at least declare his feelings with certainty. And there’s no way in hell you’d confess first since it’s pretty evident you like him, you’ve dropped enough hints over a month’s time – you want him to be the one to do it first.

“It’s late, I better get going,” you make an excuse as you stand up, gathering your things as you prepare to leave. Your cheeks feel hot and you give him a small smile, feeling a bit too flustered to carry on a conversation at this point.

“Let me drop you home,” he offers quickly as he stands up with you.

“My apartment isn’t far from here.”

“It's late,” he adds. You consider it and nod your head. He smiles as he grabs his keys along with his own two helmets this time.

The ride home is quick so neither of you bother with small talk. Once he parks in the parking lot of your apartment building, he tilts his bike to make it easier for you to get off. He gets off the bike, gently taking your helmet off and placing it on the bike. As you fix your hair, he takes his helmet off as well, placing it next to yours.

You slightly shuffle on your feet as you prepare to say your goodbyes. When he turns back to look at you, you smile earnestly.

“I had a fun time tonight… despite you being a meanie at the gym.” you try to lighten up the tension.

“Only for you bub,” he jokes back, making finger-hearts at you.

“Good night, Eren.” you laugh as you wave at him and turn to walk away. You barely take a step when you hear him say your name.

“Hmm?” you turn around to look at him again. He doesn’t speak but takes one long stride to close the distance between you, wrapping his hands around your waist. As if on instinct, you drop your bag to the ground and place your hands on his shoulders, looking up at him as your breath hitches in your throat again.

He brings his left hand up to your cheek, dipping his head down to kiss your lips without any further delay. His wider frame envelopes yours as the hand on your cheek snakes back to hold your head in place as he deepens the kiss. You wrap both your hands around his neck, standing on your tippy toes for better access while his lower hand wraps around your waist even tighter.

When your lips finally part to catch your breaths, he looks you in the eye, smiling contently. Your legs feel giddy from the high you’re experiencing and you’re glad he’s still holding you flush against his body.

“I’d been dying to do that ever since I laid my eyes on you… figured it’d be pretty stupid of me to let the opportunity go twice in a row,” he confesses, dipping his head down again to kiss you once again.

You’re surprised, your brain reeling at the information but you close your eyes nonetheless, getting lost in the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

“Yeah, it would’ve been pretty stupid,” you smile when he pulls back. You pull him down by the collar to give him a kiss on his cheek, “Thank you for not wasting any more chances.”

You run your hands through his loose strands and he hums as he closes his eyes. You pull him down for another deep kiss. His tongue invades your mouth and he squeezes your ass as he pulls your body further closer to his. When you feel his boner from under his clothing, it causes you to moan into the kiss.

Your hands move down his sides, lowering further but he stops your movement with his own hands holding your wrists firmly. He pulls away from the kiss, eyes still closed as he rests his forehead against yours. His hot breath fans your face as he speaks, “It’s taking everything in me to not come up to your place to fuck you right now.”

“Then do it,” you mewl desperately as you kiss him again. He smiles into the kiss but breaks it once again to speak, “No, I wanna do this right. Let me take you out on a real date first… tomorrow evening?”

You feel your cheeks burn up as you bite your bottom lip to contain the grin threatening to give away your excitement as you nod. You stand on your toes once again to give him a quick peck. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, enveloping you into a comforting hug.

“Take this with you,” he mumbles as he goes to grab a helmet. He leans down to grab your bag from the floor, handing both the items to you.

“Good night Eren,” you smile. He cups your face with both his hands and leans down to kiss you again – it’s brief but passionate.

“Good night baby,” he smiles as he lightly smacks your ass, earning a yelp from you. Before you can scold him, he gives you a hasty kiss before making his way to his bike. You walk to the elevator and press the button, turning to look back at him as he secures his helmet.

He starts the bike but waits till he sees you enter the elevator. Just as the door closes, you catch a glimpse of him leaving. You lean back against the railing, covering your face with your hands, not really believing what had just occurred.

The man you’d been pining over for months had been crushing over you all along too.

Eren Jaeger never was just another unrequited crush – and come tomorrow, he’s going to mean a lot more than just a friend.

#erensbirdie #aot x reader #aot x you #aot #aot smut #eren yeager x reader #eren smut #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger

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shawtuzi · 2 years

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i didn’t expect this to be so long but idc here’s some plug!eren hc’s bc i’m feening for him and i need him extremely bad

minors dni/// cw include: drug use, smut (there’s a little gun kink in here i’m sorry), fluff, black coded reader but you picture her anyway you’d like <333

- you found him through connie extremely intrigued when you found out he was mobile 24/7

- the first time you bought from him he threw in a little extra something bc he claimed he did it for all the newbies that shop from him (but he’s a liar he did it bc you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen obvi)

- his shit is phenomenal you were higher than a kite and now understood why everyone shopped from him

- about the eighth time you’ve bought from him he finally had the courage to ask if you wanted to match and by match he meant he supplies everything

- ofc you said yes and made the horrible mistake of trying to out smoke him homeboy was ready for the fourth blunt and poor you was hanging on for dear life

- the two of you steady became buddies and before you knew it you were hanging out with him almost everyday; sometimes smoking, sometimes shopping (he pays ofc even though you hate it), and sometimes playing on his ps5 absolutely destroying pedestrians on gta5

- one night the two of you were completely stoned and plug!eren was looking extra good i’m talking hair in a messy bun, hooded red eyes, and the white tank top with the slutty nike shorts combo (y’all know the one)

- it took all the courage you had to mumble a quick “you look good” and thank the lord above eren returned the energy giving you a small smirk “yeah? how good?”

- those three words had you face down ass up all night while eren did wonders with his tongue and devilish work with his dick (i know it go brazy YALL CANT TELL ME DIFFERENT)

- “that’s right ma cum on my tongue let me hear you”, “taste so fucking good why would you hide this from me?”, “ohhh shit- fuck yeah that’s right cum on my shit lemme feel you”, “gonna let me cum in you y/n? huh? gonna let me fill that pretty pussy up?”

- after a night filled with the most nastiest sloppiest sex you’ve ever had eren whispered a soft, “hope you know this ain’t a one time thing y/n you’re mine now” in your ear as you drifted off to sleep feeling more content than ever

- thus began your relationship with eren jaeger full time plug and now full time boyfriend to his needy lil gf that he absolutely adores

- plug!eren spoils the shit outta you!!! he had so much money he didn’t know what to with so why not spend it on his favorite girl?? i’m talking clothes, nail appointments, hair appointments, a nintendo switch so you can play animal crossing, and squishmallows ofc even though he thinks you have an addiction for them

- he lets you hit the block with him every once in a while and you can’t even lie it turns you on so bad knowing he’s got a piece hidden away in the glove compartment or even tucked in his sweats

- speaking of that lol one night after a sesh you sheepishly admitted to eren that it turned you on he carried a gun on him which led to you resting your head on his lap while eren slowly slid his glock between your kiss swollen lips

“you look so pretty like this baby”, “that’s it take that shit deeper i know you can”, “i bet it turns you on even more knowing it’s loaded dirty bitch”, “hm maybe i should use it on your pussy next would you like that angel?”

- plug!eren is extremely possessive and is not afraid to show it!! poor jean how to learn the hard way when he called you three times in a row and when the line finally picked up he was met with the sounds of skin slapping and your pathetic moans “she’s busy right now bro” was all that was said before the line went dead

- plug!eren rolls all the blunts the two of you smoke together convinced you just can’t learn even though secretly you’re a pro and you just like watching him do it

- plug!eren has a folder filled with naked pictures and videos of yourself and then even more of the two of you together his favorite being a video of you two fucking in his car after a hotbox

- he def has a sex playlist most of the songs being by brent faiyaz bc he stans him so so bad idc

-anytime the two of you smoke with a group you’re always sitting on his lap it doesn’t matter where you are that man will have you glued to his lap whispering all the filthy things he’s gonna do to you after you guys head back to his place

- plug!eren hates taking pictures more than anything but for you?? he’ll let you take multiple pics of him while y’all are out on a date or just simply hanging out (he secretly loves hearing you talk about how handsome he is ouuu does he love the praise)

- even though he doesn’t say it much whenever plug!eren tells you he loves you he means it with every fiber of his being and hopes you feel every ounce of love he feels for you with those three simple words

- moral of the story is plug!eren is a proud simp for you and would do literally anything for and to you <333

#eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren fluff #eren yeager imagines #eren jaeger imagines #eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger fluff #aot fluff #aot imagines #aot smut #snk eren #snk smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan imagine #eren <3 #my writing

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anniemika · 10 months

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Lost and Found

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Chapter 11: Consequences

Chapter summary: Realizing the damage he’s caused, Eren learns about the life he has missed out on and tries to reflect on his mistakes, with a few bumps accompanying him along the way.

Chapter warnings: explicit language, aggression, mentions of blood

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Chapter 1 Chapter 3

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That night, Eren couldn't sleep. All he could think about was you and the encounter you two had the day before. Well, not that he spent his time thinking about much else before, but now he found someone else nestled inside his mind.. Lily. He tried to focus on a song he’d been writing for some time, go to the gym, do anything to distract himself. But no matter what he did, his mind kept coming back to the two of you.

When morning came, he realized he couldn't take it anymore. He had to see you again, talk to you, find out if what he’d been wondering about was true. He knew that it was a risk, that you might not want to see him, but he had to try. He couldn’t just go straight to your house, though. He didn’t even know if you lived there anymore.

But anyway, who would tell him anything about you? He was sure that many people were aware of what happened all those years ago, the whole ugliness of it. It wasn’t a big town, and there was no way anyone would tell him any kind of information regarding you. People loved you, and he was sure no one gave jack shit about him.

The only person that could tell him anything was his dad, although he didn’t know if you kept in touch with him after all that had happened. Nevertheless, he was going to ask.

He knew that Grisha was at work at the hospital, but he couldn’t wait a minute longer. He dialed his father’s number while nervously pacing around in his hotel room.

The moment he picked up, Eren was on it, “Hey, dad. Listen, sorry to call you at work, but I need a favor to ask.”

“Okay,” his father said, a little taken aback by the urgency in his son’s voice, “What is it?”

“I saw Y/n yesterday.”

His father went quiet, and Eren knew why. He couldn’t even imagine the shame his dad must’ve felt when it all happened.

“And I know you probably think that I shouldn’t bother her, but I really need to just talk to her. To at least have the chance to apologise properly.”

Grisha stayed silent for a little while. But then, much to Eren’s surpirse, “I think that’s a good idea.”

The younger man furrowed his brows in confusion, not expecting his father to agree so easily, “Really?”

“Yes, really. She owns a flower shop downtown. It’s on Saint John’s street, first corner on the right. It closes around 6p.m.”

Eren couldn’t believe his father was actually supporting him in this. He quickly grabbed a pen and a piece of paper to write the address on it, “Thanks, dad. I really appreciate it.”

“Be gentle with her, Eren. It’s the least you could do. That girl has gone through a lot.”

Eden nodded, even though his father couldn’t see him, “I will, I promise. Thanks again.”

In a flash, he put his phone inside his leather jacket, put his black combat boots on, tied his hair in a messy bun, and went out the door. He knew that it was probably best not to disturb you at work, but how could Eren explain to you that waiting would drive him completely nuts? How could he explain that he’d been waiting for so long, his body wouldn’t allow another minute to pass by without him taking action? His heart pounded like it wanted to jump out of his rib cage as he drove like a complete madman, acting on pure adrenaline. He knew he had to calm down before meeting you, but the emotions he felt were just too strong to hold down.

After he parked his car down the street from the given address, his eyes went to a periwinkle sign a few meters from where he was standing. “Lily’s flowers”, it read in elegant cursive writing, that drew a tiny smile across his face.

Eren couldn't believe he was actually doing this. Facing his past was something so distant before, like a dream that was never going to happen, even though he desperately wanted it too. But now, as he stood outside the shop, there was a glimmer of hope blooming inside his heart.

He took another deep breath and pushed the door open. The sweet scent of roses and lilies filled his senses as he looked around your workplace with awe. The shop was small, but cozy, with colorful bouquets arranged in vases on every surface. The walls, adorned with beautiful floral paintings, added to the ambience of the shop. They were painted in soft pastel shades, providing a soothing backdrop for the vibrant colours of the flowers. It was breathtaking.

And then, behind the counter, arranging a colourful bouquet, were you. Dressed in a simple white tee and a floral apron, you were still too beautiful to be true.

“Good morning, how can I help yo-“, when you brought your head up and saw him standing before you, your mouth fell slack.

"Hi," Eren spoke, his voice low and unsure.

He saw your face go through a few different emotions in the span of seconds, first surprise, then a mix of nervousness and vexation, "What are you doing here?"

Eren took a step closer to you, but he didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Suddenly, a child’s giggle was heard and Lily appeared from behind you, holding a pretty flower in her hand. She ran in front of the counter, almost bumping into Eren’s leg.

"Mommy, look! It's the man from the grocery store!", the little girl exclaimed, pointing her tiny finger at him.

Eren looked down at her, a knot tying inside his throat. Now that he could really see her up close, it was undeniable. Her brown hair, her eyebrows, her radiant teal eyes.. the signs were all there, "Hi there. Lily was it?”

"Mhm!," she replied with a smile.

Eren knelt down next to her level,

“You’re as pretty as a lily, Lily.”

She let out the cutest little giggle, “That’s what my mom tells me.”

"Lily, honey, why don't you go outside and play for a bit?" You said, visibly trying to compose yourself.

“Okay. Bye.” She waved her hand at Eren, but before she could go, he stopped her.

“Just a second, Lily.” The little girl turned back to him, her eyes wide with curiosity, “How old are you?”

“I'm six and a half, but all my classmates tell me that I look smaller, and that really annoys me!”

Eren’s smile disappeared. Six and a half.. which meant-

“Go on and play, honey.” You pressed on, voice trembling.

Lily nodded and ran outside, leaving Eren alone with you and the silence.

When he rose from his position, his eyes turned to you, and when he saw the way you avoided his gaze, with tears brimming your eyes, he just knew.

"Why are you here, Eren?"

"I...I wanted to see you. I've been thinking about you a lot lately," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Oh,” he could hear the lump inside your throat from trying to fight the tears, “how nice of you.”

Eren cautiously moved closer to the counter,

“Do you think we could perhaps.. talk?”

Your hands were shaking, and you just hoped he wasn’t near enough so he could see them.

"Eren.. I really don’t know how you have the nerve to come here after everything.” You always knew that seeing him again would stir up old feelings that you had buried deep down, but this was too much.

Eren felt like he could let the whole world swallow him, "I.. I know."

You shared a look with him. Seeing those eyes again was like diving into a pool of memories, each one flooding back with a force that made your heart ache.

“Y/n, I'm so sorry-”

“No.” You’re quick to silence his attempt, “No, no, you can't do this right now. I'm working.”

“Please, just.. Just give me 2 minutes-”

“Two minutes!?” You raised your voice, hot tears threatening to spill again, “Two minutes.. Is that going to sum up years of.. of-”, the frustration you felt couldn’t be described with words. You were helpless, and at the same time, desperately trying to find the words. You hated how weak you looked right now.

Turning around, you tried to distract yourself by fixing the stems of a few red roses, “You should go.”

Eren didn’t know what to do. On one hand, the last thing he wanted was to upset you this much. On the other.. he needed to ask. If he didn’t do it right now, he’d probably go insane.

“Y/n..”, he said your name cautiously, “Lily.. Is she mine?”

You froze in place. You couldn’t bare to look at his face right now, or you’d probably faint, “What?”

“I'm sorry, I just really need to know. Please.” Eren thought he could go into cardiac arrest soon, “Is she mine?”

Silence fell like a heavy weight, suffocating, as if the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving a vacuum of soundlessness that pressed down on you both.

And then, with your back still turned against him, you spoke quietly, “I think you already know the answer to that.”

Seconds turn into hours, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. It was true. Hearing it from you just cemented it in stone. Lily was his.

Before Eren could open his mouth to say something, a doorbell ring was heard throughout the shop.

“Good morning!” An elderly woman greeted.

“G-good morning!” You swiftly wiped your eyes, before turning and sending a final look his way, “You have a nice day, sir.”

Eren stood there, staring at you helplessly. He knew he had to leave, but god help him, that was the last thing he wanted to do. All he wanted was to just whisk you away and talk, tell you how fucking sorry he was, how much of a piece of shit he was.

But he knew that wasn't possible right now. You were at work, and he knew he’d made it hard enough as it was. He had to go.

With a heavy heart, he turned to leave, emotions threatening to overwhelm him as he walked away. When he reached the door, he turned back to steal one last glance of you. You were talking to the older woman, happily showing her different kinds of flowers, like the previous conversation never happened.

The thought of you putting on a brave face and hiding your pain from the world, and him knowing he was the reason for that, made his heart sink with much earned guilt.

…..

Eren replayed your conversation in his mind throughout the whole day.

Over, and over, and over again.

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

He wanted to punch a wall. Or better yet, himself.

He could only imagine the hardships you must’ve gone through, raising a child alone at nineteen years old, while he was touring and drinking and living his life. A life that was definitely not worth living. Not knowing that you were pregnant.. not knowing just how much you needed him. Thinking that leaving you was the best option for you both.

Hatred. That was the feeling Eren felt for himself.

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe you’d realized that Lily didn’t need a person like him in her life. A fucking failure of a person.

Lily…

She was so beautiful. And she looked so much like him, it was insane. But her smile.. her smile was yours. So infectious, it lit up the entire room and filled his heart with warmth. Just like you did.

Eren wondered if you were ever going to smile at him like that again.

He buried his face in his hands as he laid on the uncomfortable hotel mattress. His eyes were hot with tears, and he bit his lip in an attempt to stop a sob from escaping.

What the hell was he going to do?

“Fuck you, Eren.” He cursed audibly. He needed someone to scream at him, and he needed that person to be you. He wanted you to let out all the anger and frustration he knew you were feeling towards him. He longed to hear you yell at him, to let him know just how much he had hurt you. The need to take it all in was enormous, to feel the weight of his mistakes and the suffering he had caused. Knowing it wouldn’t be easy, he was ready to face it all if it meant that there was a slight chance he could still make things right with you and Lily.

The beeping of his phone interrupted his thoughts, and he reluctantly pulled his attention away from his inner turmoil to check the notification. It was his dad. He was inviting him to dinner.

As much as Eren wanted to get a bottle of whiskey and just drawn himself in his sorrows, he knew he needed to tell Grisha what happened. He needed to tell him that he had a granddaughter, who was living just mere minutes away from him.

As he drove to his father’s house, his mind was spinning with all the possible outcomes of the impending conversation. Would his father be angry? Would he be happy? Would he even believe him? Or.. did he know already? No. He would’ve told him. There was no way he would keep that kind of information from him.

As he came closer to his old home, his anxiety only grew, but he knew that he had to push it through.

Finally, when he saw the white picket fence his father and him painted all those years ago, he inhaled deeply, and walked to the front door. Before he could knock, his father had already opened it.

“Eren,” Grisha said, a little surprised, “that was fast.”

Eren clenched his sweaty palms, “Dad, we need to talk.”

His father nodded, “We sure do.”

…..

“Made your mother’s favourite,” Grisha told his son while holding a ceramic dish with his oven mittens, positioning it at the center of the dining table. But that comment fell on deaf ears. Eren’s foot was bouncing nervously under the table, while his mind was preoccupied with how best to serve the news. With the intent to calm his nerves down, he tried to focus on the present moment.

“That looks delicious, dad.” He said, trying to sound casual, “Thanks.”

Grisha gave his son a small smile, but he could tell that something had happened today. It was written all over his face.

After plating the food, his father finally took a seat. He then positioned both elbows on the table, looking Eren straight in the eyes.

“So.. how’d it go?”

This was it. He had to tell him now.

Eren fixed his posture before clearing his throat, “Dad, I.. I have something to tell you.”

Grisha didn’t speak, hiding the lower part of his face in his hands.

“Y/n, she.. she has a kid. I suppose you already know that. I met her today.” His fingers were trembling, “Dad, that kid.. she’s mine. That’s-“, he cleared his throat again, already fighting back tears, “That’s my daughter.”

The older man’s face was unreadable, which made Eren’s heart pump even more rapidly. Bracing himself for his reaction, he watched as the older man lowered his hands, revealing an impassive expression.

“She has your mother’s eyes, don’t you think?”

The words sank in the younger man’s years, but his mind couldn’t grasp them.

And then, it dawned on him.

“Wait-“, his mouth became dry, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

His father turned his eyes on the meal in front of him, mixing it around with his fork.

“So.. you knew.” Eren’s disappointment was painted all over his face and voice.

After taking a bite of his food, Grisha looked up at his son, “Of course I knew.”

Eren’s confusion bubbled up like a boiling pot of water that was dangerously close from spilling. He couldn’t fathom how his father wouldn’t tell him as soon as he first saw him. As if there was anything more important than telling him he had a whole kid.

“Why.. why the hell didn’t you tell me?” His voice raised with every word.

“Do not curse at me, boy.” Grisha’s tone turned stern as he laid his fork beside his meal, his dark eyes fixed on his son, “You think we didn’t try to tell you? You think we didn’t blow your phone up? Guess what, you never picked up. And then,”, his voice grew quiet, “when she was born, I drove to one of your concerts. Nobody believed I was your father, but I somehow managed to persuade one of the bouncers to let me see you.”

Eren’s heart skipped beat after beat, failing to remember any of what his father was telling him.

“You told me to go away. I don’t think you could even comprehend what I was telling you. I don’t know what you were on.. but the guy I saw in that dressing room wasn’t my son.” The finality of Grisha’s words felt like a knife being stabbed inside his son’s heart, “Lily deserved better than that guy.”

The shame Eren felt was overwhelming. The need to let his anger out was so immense, his whole body began to shake. Without saying another word, he stormed out of the dining room, grabbed his keys, and left the house.

When he got inside his car, his fist repeatedly slammed against the stirring wheel.

“Fuck!”

After all this, he knew what he needed. A drink, and he needed it bad.

…..

The building of the old bar was aged and weathered, with a peeling paint and a faded sign that read “The Dusty Boot”. The windows were grimy and the door creaked as Eren pushed it open.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, and smelled of stale beer and cigarettes. The walls were lined with old photographs and memorabilia from the town’s glory days, while the bar itself was made of dark wood and looked scarred from years of use.

Still, it felt like home.

Eren sat down on one of the stools, the weight of today’s emotions pressing down on him hard. His head hurt, and he was tired, more tired than spending a whole day on stage. The bartender, an old man with a bushy white beard he remembered from years ago, approached him.

“What can I get ya, son?” He asked while his hands were busy wiping a pint glass with a cloth.

“Just a beer.”

The old man nodded and pulled out a cold bottle of beer from the fridge. He popped the cap off and placed it in front of Eren, “Tough day?”

Nodding once, he took a sip of the cold liquid. The man seemed to understand, so he just continued cleaning glasses, occasionally glancing over at him. The bar was quiet, with only a few patrons scattered around the room. Hushed old country music played in the background, adding to the calm atmosphere.

Eren drank beer after beer, trying to rid himself of some of the guilt he felt, even if only for a little bit. After a few rounds, he understood that it was a task impossible. His thoughts were like little needles prickling at his heart and brain, and the alcohol he consumed only seemed to magnify them.

He thought.. He though about so many things, and they all concerned you. He wondered about what had gone on right after he left you. How alone you must’ve felt, how betrayed. He thought about his dad, and how helpless he must’ve been, knowing you were suffering because of his son. He cursed himself inwardly for storming off earlier, but had he stayed, he would’ve probably said things he didn’t mean. Let anger out that wasn’t directed at anyone else but himself. Anger that only he deserved.

“Hey, aren’t you the singer from that band?” The bartender asked after some time, pulling Eren from his somber thoughts. Great. That was all he needed right now. Usually, he didn’t mind people asking him about his career, but tonight he was hoping to stay unbothered. “Yes you are. Eren Jaeger, was it?” The old man continued, “Grisha Jaeger’s son. Been a long time since I’ve seen you hang around here.”

“Been a long time since I’ve been home.” Eren replied, keeping his tone neutral.

“My daughter, she’s sixteen-“, the bartender continued, much to Eren’s dismay, “she’s a big fan of yours. She’d be so stoked if she knew you were here.”

Eren managed a small smile. “That’s nice to hear.”

“Hey, uh..”, the man reluctantly began, catching onto Eren’s reluctance to talk about his fame, “do you think maybe you could sign an autograph for her? If it’s not much trouble.”

Eren hesitated for a moment, but before he could agree, a voice was heard from somewhere behind him, “Now, are you sure your daughter needs an autograph from a man like him, chief?”

Eren became rooted in place as he recognised the voice of the man who was now standing inches beside him. A man with whom he once shared a friendship.

“Well, well”, there was amusement, but also hostility in his tone, “look what the cat dragged in.”

Eren swallowed another sip of his beer, then, without having much option, turned to inspect the man the voice belonged to.

Jean Kirstein. He was different than Eren’s last memories. Tall as ever, his ashy-brown hair was now slicked back and at his nape. He had a bit of a goatee, but still the same annoying smirk that Eren remembered all too well. It was a smirk that conveyed both confidence and arrogance, as if he knew something that Eren didn’t.

“Jean,” the green-eyed man nodded in greeting before turning back to his drink.

“Eren. Long time no see.” Jean sat on the stool next to him, ordering a drink of his own. “I heard you’d come back a few days ago.”

“Yeah?” Eren kept his tone casual, but guarded.

“It’s a small town. Didn’t believe it at first.” He could see Jean take a swig of his drink with the corner of his eye, “I thought “What would the great Eren Jaeger be caught doing in a place like this?” A place he so desperately wanted to run away from.”

Eren’s grip on his beer tightened, body tensing. Despite all the alcohol in his system, he managed to keep his cool, replying curtly, “I came back for personal reasons.”

Jean raised an eyebrow, ““Personal reasons?”” A patronising laugh filled the space between them, “That’s not like you. You always seemed to be running away from something.”

At that sentence, Eren shot him a sharp look. His nerves were already heightened enough today, “I’m not running away from anything.”

“Sure you’re not.” Jean brought his glass to his mouth before saying, “There probably isn’t a pregnant girl to run away from now.”

It happened in a second. Eren’s fists curled around Jean’s shirt, his stool on the ground.

His emerald eyes blazed with fury as he pulled Jean towards him, their faces inches apart. "Don't you fucking dare," he growled, "You have no idea what you're talking about."

“Hey, hey, now calm down boys!” The old barman shouted, bringing his hands in the air, “This ain’t no place for this.”

Jean's smirk disappeared as he registered the intensity in Eren's eyes. He tried to push him away, but his grip was too strong. "Let go of me, Jaeger.”

Eren's grip tightened even more, his knuckles turning white. "You don't get to bring her up like that," he gritted through his teeth.

“Oh, did you finally remember she existed?”

The final button had been pushed. Eren’s fist landed on Jean’s face with a loud thud, causing him to stumble backwards and fall off his stool. The other men in the bar gasped and murmured, some of them getting up to leave, others standing to get a better look at what was happening.

The barman rushed over to the two men, trying to separate them. "That's enough, boys! Take it outside if you have to, but not in here!"

Eren was heaving with anger, anger so radiant, it was like steam coming off of his body. His eyes were still fixed on Jean, who was now holding his bleeding nose. For a moment, the two men just glared at each other, until the taller one stood up from the ground, trying to regain his composure. Straightening his collar, he looked at the blood on his hand, a provoking smirk crossing his lips.

“You can still pack a punch, I’ll give you that.”

“Okay, you go now, come on.” The bartender tapped Eren on the shoulder, “we don’t condone that kind of behavior around here.”

“It’s alright, chief,” Jean put his hand in the air as a sign of protest, “It was my fault. I’ll be the one to leave.”

Eren’s fists were clenched so hard, his veins were visible. His head was spinning from the mix of the alcohol and the adrenaline the whole encounter brought. As he watched Jean pull out his wallet to pay for his drink, he tried to calm himself down by taking a deep breath and unclenching his fists.

“Oh.. one more thing.”

Sharp pain was felt throughout his whole left side, most notably in his eye. Eren hit the ground, his hand flying to his temple, which was now throbbing uncontrollably. His vision was blurry, the pain quickly traveling to his whole head.

“That was for her, you piece of shit.” Jean spat before he turned around to leave.

Eren tried to get up, but the pain was too severe, and the beers he’d drunk didn’t make it any easier.

It became all blurry after that. The last thing he heard were the bartender’s and his father’s muffled voices, and then a car engine starting.

But the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes.. was Lily.

And you.

And as much of a drunken fool as he was, that night, he still fell asleep with a smile on his face.

…..

A/N: Hi🥹 I can’t express to you how happy I am that there is interest in this story. This chapter was a little tough to write and I hope I did it justice as much as I could. I’m going to try and post a chapter every week or two, so stay tuned!

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truerhearts · 10 months

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Envy - Eren Jaeger

Eren x fem!reader, pt 1/2 (pt2 in progress)

3.2k words

tw - slight sexual assault/mentions of assault

dom!eren

Eren and (y/n) have had a confusing, game-playing relationship for a while now. All that changes when he sees Floch getting a bit too close to the reader.

.・。.・゜✭ .・。.・゜✭ .・。.・゜✭

Emotions were something that never came easily to Eren. His head and his heart constantly at war, and he was caught in the crossfire.

He knew he loved her. He knew he loved her from the moment he laid eyes on her. From their short interactions to him lying awake in his bed, thinking about their future together once the war was over, he was in love.

But he’d never dare admit it. He needed to remain cold, stoic. He had priorities. And he wouldn’t allow himself to get close to anyone anymore, lest they perish. He couldn’t go through that again. The pain of losing so many of those close around him was unbearable. But this meant he did get good at shutting his feelings away. The only way to get by was to numb the pain. There was no time to mourn anymore, there were more important things at hand.

And with that, he had to make a choice. He always kept her at arms length, being curt in his responses and limiting contact.

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t steal looks from her whenever she wasn’t looking. Quite frequently. He was smart about it though. He got caught only when he wanted her to catch him. And when she did catch him, time would stop as they gazed at each other. This was just one of his ways of dropping a hint. Others would include brushing against her while walking by, or helping her with the many impossible buckles of their uniforms. The latter was one he particularly enjoyed - it would make her flustered, his touch while innocent in the moment sent her mind running wild at other time he’d be fiddling with her uniform buckles. Eren would walk away from the encounter triumphant, though he wouldn’t let her see it. His heart wanted her, but his mind wouldn’t let him, to protect himself.

She admired Eren, much more than Eren would ever think she did. His willpower and strength were something she appreciated. And, he was quite easy on the eyes, watching him during his training ignited a fire inside her. His toned body glistening with moisture from his hard work, his hair in a messy half up half down bun with the strands sticking carelessly to his forehead. The sight of him in that state almost felt illegal to gaze at. Chest heaving, mouth ajar, skin flushed, veins protruding. Whenever she knew he was training she’d conveniently be hanging around, just to catch a few glimpses that sent her imagination running wild.

She thought she was being sneaky, but Eren always knew she was there watching him the whole time. He’d embellish a bit sometimes, putting on a good show for her, but he always acted like he couldn’t see her. He didn’t want her to stop coming to watch, it inflated his ego and gave him a bit of a rush.

Despite her strong feelings and undeniable attraction towards Eren, she was frustrated with him. Whenever she tried to speak with him, he would cut things short and move on. He had changed over the years, understandably so. But she wanted to be his shoulder to lean on when things got dark. She truly imagined she could help him with whatever he needed. If only he would let her in.

All of this would change one fateful night. The scouts had a collective day off the next day, which were far and few between. No responsibilities early the next morning meant celebrations in the evening. Most of the soldiers were in the mess hall drinking their sorrows away. It was loud and rowdy, but such distractions were much needed in such dire times.

Eren was sitting with his usual crowd, his face slightly more red than usual. He felt laid back and relaxed, swirling the alcohol in his cup as Armin was reminiscing with him and Mikasa. Though Eren wasn’t paying attention. His gaze was set on her. She was across the room, but he had the perfect view of her.

The only problem?

She and Floch looked like they were getting just a bit too friendly for Eren’s liking.

This was all part of her plan though. She wanted Eren to get jealous. Test the waters a bit, just to see if he did have any sort of feelings for her. But little did she know that Eren was a lot more possessive of her than he ever let on.

She quickly glanced over, making direct eye contact with his striking green eyes. Butterflies rapidly filled her stomach and time came to a stop as she took in the sight of him. He was sitting in his chair sideways, back resting against the wall, his body facing hers. His aura radiated confidence and a bit of desire, a dangerous combination. One arm resting on the back of his chair, the other on the table, gripping his empty cup. A strand of his hair gracefully falling out of place as she noticed the light blush on his cheeks.

Again, illegal. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks as Eren refused to be the first one to break eye contact. They sat there gazing at one another for what felt like an eternity before (much to her dismay) Floch brought her back to reality.

“(Y/n)?” Floch asked. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” She turned back to Floch, giving him a slight smile.

“Okay, good, so anyways…” Floch continued, but his words were drowned out in her mind that was plagued with thoughts of Eren. She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard Floch inch his chair closer.

“Floch, “she began. “What are you- “

He placed his hand on her thigh and gripped it. “Is something the matter?”

She didn’t know what to say. She immediately looked to Eren, who had never taken his eyes off of them. It now looked like he was going to crush the glass with his bare hand. Though she could see his anger in his strained hand, he remained expressionless, other than a slight twitch in his eyebrow. Seeing Floch that close to her triggered something inside him. He watched them intently, rage igniting inside him, waiting for what would happen next.

She didn’t know whether to stop Floch or let him proceed. She didn’t necessarily dislike him, but out of most of the cadets he definitely wasn’t her first choice. She felt bad for using him to provoke Eren’s jealousy, but she needed to get some sort of reaction out of the stoic boy. She couldn’t stand his indifference towards her anymore and she thought this was the best way to do it. And, while perhaps it wasn’t the best way to get his attention, she was right, rage was building inside of Eren.

He kept a cool exterior, but he watched intently, pondering his options, and waiting for their next move. But at this rate he knew he had to act. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Eren’s inhibitions were washing away that evening, and though she hadn’t done anything different to her appearance, Eren craved her more than he usually did, and he didn’t think he’d be able to hold himself back tonight.

Floch leaned in closely, his warm breath hitting her ear, the smell of alcohol that was radiating off of him was quite potent. “I’m not getting the wrong impression, am I?” He questioned innocently, his hand moving up her thigh, dangerously close to her core. Floch blocked her view of Eren, and she didn’t know how to respond. His hot breath bathed her neck and she decided he was going too far. She placed her hand on top of his to move it off.

That was it. Eren took the last swig of his alcohol before placing glass down forcefully. He stood up from his chair, almost tipping it over.

Armin paused his story as he watched Eren walk away. “Eren, where are you going?” Armin asked. Eren didn’t reply. He made his way over to her and Floch, trying his hardest to contain himself and his anger.

“Floch.” Eren said lowly. “What do you think you’re doing?” His words sharp like the blades they used to slay titans.

Floch pulled away from her and scoffed. “What is it to you?” He looked up at Eren and was met with the most jarring expression on his face. Eren’s face was blank, but it was in his eyes. The look in his eyes was indescribable, being only comparable to what one would describe as mad, unhinged, deranged. He managed to intimidate Floch with only one look. Floch was about to speak again but Eren made a move. He slammed his hand between them on the table, making Floch back fully away from her. The slam was loud enough to make her flinch, and to gather the attention of those in close vicinity.

“What’s your problem, Eren?” Floch asked in a condescending tone, rising to his feet, trying his best to stand up to Eren.

“You.” Eren leered, inching closer to Floch. They were so close they could feel their breath on each others faces.

(Y/n) felt like she had to do something before this escalated, she could feel the rage radiating off Eren and she didn’t know what he would be capable of, especially if he was a little tipsy.

“Eren, please,” she whispered, placing a hand in his shoulder, “Stop.”

“You heard her, Eren. Back off.” Floch threatened.

He shrugged her off, maintaining eye contact with Floch, not faltering one bit. Floch was about to push Eren, but Eren was the superior soldier (what with all his extra training and all.) Before anyone could realize what was happening, Eren had Floch on the table, gripping his wrists behind his back with one hand, the other holding his head. The room went silent, those who weren’t already watching turned their heads, their drunken gazes fixed situation.

(Y/n) tugged his arm. “Eren, please!” She said through gritted teeth. He listened this time, but he wouldn’t leave without saying a final few words to Floch. He leaned down and spoke in the struggling boy’s ear.

“You better stay away from her.” He said, his words tinged with venom.

He shrugged her off again but then grabbed her wrist tightly, dragging her out of the mess hall, their comrades silent as they watched (Y/n) and Eren exit. The door closed behind them with a slam, and they were alone in the hallway together. She tried to free herself from his grip, but Eren wasn’t letting up.

“Eren… let go.” She struggled. He wasn’t listening, he was too angry about what just happened. He was angry with himself, letting Floch (of all people) get so close to her like that. If he just would have said something sooner, she would have been around him tonight. Maybe it’s time to stop playing games…

“You’re hurting me…” She pleaded. He finally realized and let go.

He turned to face her, brows furrowed, an exhausted expression on his flushed face. “Sorry…” He mumbled.

She rubbed her wrist as she gazed at him. She sighed. “I think we need to talk,”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Eren said, shoving his hands in his pockets and starting off in the other direction. He had enough of the evening. He thought it best to head to bed before he did something else he’d regret in the morning.

“No.” she said, running in front of him, blocking him from proceeding. She took in the sight of him, his messy hair, his flushed face, his green eyes, illuminated by a torch burning in the hall, and the moonlight coming in from the adjacent windows. Her mind went back to just a few moments ago, when she met Eren’s gaze from across the room, and then his display possessiveness over her. It was probably quite excessive in the moment, but the thought of it did something to her. She remained composed even though those fiery little butterflies were creeping back in again. “We need to talk.”

He grumbled. “Fine, but we’re not doing it here.” He said, walking past her. She followed him, walking through the dark corridors of the castle they were calling HQ. He finally made it to the meeting room. No one would be in here this late, it was the perfect place to talk.

He took a seat on the ledge by the window, arms crossed, gazing out into the night. She sat on the table facing him. They sat in silence for a while, Eren appearing more interested with whatever he was looking at outside. Some trees maybe.

She huffed, knowing she’d have to carry this conversation. “What was that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said flatly.

“Don’t be an idiot. Why did you do that to Floch?”

“You know why.”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

He was confusing her. The games he would play would frustrate her to no end. Helping her with her buckles, making and holding eye contact, his lingering touch. But then countering it with limited interactions, short, indifferent responses, brushing her off. She wanted him to say it plainly for her, that way she could know for sure.

Eren, though keeping his cool on the exterior, was having a battle inside his head. Mulling over the outcomes and consequences if he came out and told her how he truly felt right then and there. Did he dare get close and end up possibly losing her down the line? Maybe that was the unfortunate part that comes with the beauty of love. Like many things in this world, it must balance. Night and day, hot and cold… love and loss.

In any other situation, Eren probably would have shrugged her off like he normally did, but tonight he had some liquid courage in his system, making his better judgement take a step back for one night.

Eren turned his head to look at her, the moonlight that crept in through the window illuminated her beautifully, making her look angelic.

He pushed himself off the ledge of the window. He walked towards her at a painfully slow pace, eventually stopping almost on top of her so that she needed to crane her neck to look up at him. He stood between her legs; his gaze slightly softened but he wouldn’t allow her to see anything more emotional than that. “Do you really need me to spell it out for you?”

He breath caught in her throat as he placed a strong hand on her waist, another on her thigh, almost cupping her ass. She was speechless.

“I’m sure you can conclude why I did what I did to him.” He said, maintaining eye contact.

He managed to take a step even closer to her. “I don’t ever want to see anyone get that close to you again.” He said firmly.

Hearing those swords stirred up a twisted sense of joy inside her. She wanted nothing more than to be his, but she didn’t want Eren to think she’d fall into his clutches so easily.

“I don’t really think you have the right to say that.” She spoke. “I’m not your property, I can talk to whoever I like.”

“Yeah?” Eren questioned. He got even closer to her, their noses almost touching. She grasped his upper arm, feeling how toned he was through his loose shirt. He tightened the grip he had on her waist slightly as he spoke: “That’s not really what you want though, is it. You wanted me to come over there and do something.” She could faintly smell alcohol on his breath. “Admit it. You feel the same for me as I do for you.” The tension between them was so thick, hearts beating rapidly, their need for each other growing exponentially with every passing moment.

“And what feeling is that?” She questioned without hesitation, wanting so badly, so desperately to hear him say it. Just once was all she needed to satisfy herself.

This sent Eren over the edge, frustrated that he actually needed to say it to her. He suddenly pulled her even closer to him, his hands gripping her tightly. “I want you all to myself.” He spoke, the words dripping off his tongue like sweet, sweet honey. “You’re mine. I don’t care about anything else. Just you.” He didn’t loosen his grip on her, the fire of desire burning so bright inside of him as he looked down at her. He admired her features, the way she gazed up at him with innocent, doe-like eyes, the need to possess and protect growing within him.

She placed a hand gingerly on his chest, gripping his shirt tightly and pulling him closer to her. “I’m all yours, Eren.” She said, barely above a whisper, fully submitting to him.

That’s all he needed to hear before moving his hand from her thigh to her arm, tracing a slow, deliberate path that sent shivers cascading through her body. His touch ignited an even stronger primal fire within her, and her body now demanded fulfillment. His fingers moved from her arm to the back of her head, tangling them in her hair, grasping it gently while pushing her face towards his.

His touch was much gentler than she anticipated, but still strong and commanding. Their lips finally met in a searing kiss, a messy amalgamation of heat, urgency, and desire that set their souls ablaze. Their tongues and teeth clashed, her hands reaching up to play with the hair at the back of his head that never made it into his lazy, messy bun. As she pulled him in slightly closer, Eren’s need for her became much more evident. He pushed his body against hers, moving one of his hands to the small of her back, further pushing her into his body.

Her hands never rested, moving from his back to his waist, lingering on his abdomen and chest, then up his neck finally resting on his shoulders. But they wouldn’t stay there for long as she repeated the process again, never getting tired of the feeling of him under her touch.

He didn’t want the moment to end. The feeling of her dragging her fingers up and down his body drove him wild and had him craving even more from her. An ache that demanded satiation. He deepened the kiss, making it evident that he craved and needed more of her.

He reluctantly pulled away from her, his eyes lingering on her lips as if unwilling to let go. He removed his shirt, carelessly tossing it to the side, revealing his sculpted physique. The soft light accentuated the contours of his body, which further captivated her gaze. He stepped forward again. “Do you want this?”

She gazed up at him again with her doe-like eyes and nodded. He leaned in, his lips connecting with the taut skin of her neck before growling in her ear. “Then say it.” His hands reached for her belt, which he then slowly began unbuckling at a painful pace. She stayed silent until Eren looked into her eyes again, silently urging her to say what he wanted to hear.

“I-I want this.” She whispered. “I want you.” She gazed into those green eyes she was so familiar with, desire burning in her own. Despite everything they had put each other through, the toxic games they played with each other, they were here, right now, together. Eren stood up and smiled slightly at her as the words fell from her lips into the thickened air around them.

“Much better.”

a/n: I had a lot of fun writing this ngl... the TENSION, and just picturing eren getting all jealous just really got me goin ya know... I debated taking it further but I wasn’t sure if I should have lol

Edit: part 2 is now posted!!

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levisjinchuriki · 1 year

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aot men at parties

eren jaeger, armin arlert, reiner braun, levi ackerman, jean kirschstein

warning: possessive aot men, fighting, mentions of nsfw content

✧:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

eren jaeger

-immediately announces he’s going with you as soon as you mention you’re going out tonight

-eren continuously looks around and glares whenever he sees someone ogling at you

-gets in his own head about how many people are staring at you, which puts him in a bad mood

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your dress is tight against your frame, leaving nothing to the imagination. eren is quick to notice the amount of eyes that follow you as you walk into the club. he walks close behind you to cover you up a bit. once you find a table to sit at, he's quick to pull you between his legs, claiming you as his.

he isn’t upset that you look good- you’re his, afterall. he likes that he gets to brag about you and make others jealous. but eren doesn’t appreciate guys looking at you like you’re a piece of meat. you’re much more than that.

when you make your way to the bar to get drinks he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back into him, asking your friends if they could get your drink for you. when they leave you turn in his arms and frown. he’s usually possessive at parties, but tonight he will not let you out of his sight.

“why are you being so grumpy?”, you ask, playing with the loose strands that stick out of his messy bun. eren holds your waist and shakes his head, claiming it’s nothing. he doesn’t want to upset you while you’re trying to have a good time. “baby”, you press him.

“i’m not the only one who wants you”, he vaguely states. you understand his message and softly coo at him.

“i’m yours aren’t i?”, you reassure, softly nibbling at his sweet spot. eren moans before you pull away, your friends joining you again with your drinks. your actions ease eren’s tension. for the rest of the night he finds himself feeling up on you, showing everyone that you’re only his.

armin arlert

-is a sweetheart

-trusts you wholeheartedly, but doesn’t trust others. which is why he’s at the club with you.

-holds you against him the whole night, leaving kisses on your skin

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you feel warm from the few drinks you’ve already consumed. you rest your head on armin’s shoulder as he stands behind you, planting soft kisses on your shoulder, traveling up your neck and to your cheek. his arms are gently wrapped around your stomach, adding to the heat. usually your boyfriend wouldn’t be hovering over you like this, but someone already tried to smooth talk you earlier and he wasn’t trying to have that happen again.

“armin”, you pout. he’s turning you on without even realizing.

“yes?”, he softly pulls back his lips and looks at you. his blonde bangs nearly cover his eyes, but you can see so much fondness in them as he gazes at you. he’s so pretty. without another word you reach your hand in his hair and connect your lips with his. armin is grateful that the club is so dark. even if you’re in a private section he still can’t help but blush at your lack of care for pda.

you hum against his lips, deepening the kiss. your grip tightens on the fistful of his hair. if you were home he would’ve kept going, but you’re in public. and you’ve had a few drinks. he knows if he doesn’t stop you he’ll be dragged to the bathroom so you could have your way with him. or you’ll take him right here in your section if you’re desperate enough.

armin nervously laughs against your lips and pulls away. “i think you’ve had too much to drink, honey”, he tells you kindly. you can see his flushed face. your brows furrow.

“but i want you, armin”, you whine. he laughs softly at your eagerness.

“let’s get you home first. then you can have anything you want” he promises

reiner braun

-very possessive

-won’t leave your side for a second

-sits in the booth and brings you into his lap, ignoring your protests

-already horny, doesn’t need to get in a fight cause a guy can’t keep his hands to himself

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reiner is a different type of possessive. more than a few times he’s gotten into fist fights in your defense. it’s not your fault that guys don’t get the hint when you tell them you have a boyfriend. he’s already gotten off with a warning tonight, shoving a drunk guy out of the bar because he got too close to you. you scold him as you both walk through the crowded venue. you’re grateful for his actions, but embarrassed by his short temper.

when reiner finds a booth for you to sit in he doesn’t waste time in bringing you into his lap. you’re sat right on his crotch, not oblivious to the fact that he was already hard under his pants. seeing you in your outfit made him horny and the adrenaline of the incident from earlier didn’t help.

reiner can barely keep his hands to himself all night. it’s too easy to reach into your skirt and touch you, which you’re failing to keep him from doing. your petite hands grab into his large wrist, attempting him to stop his actions as he reaches his hand further and further up.

“babe, stop. what if someone sees?”, your cheeks burn as you whisper to him. reiner’s pupils are blown out, he wants you. and he doesn’t care who’s looking.

“so what? they’ll see me pleasuring my girl”

levi ackerman

-in a bad mood all night since he doesn’t like parties or drinking, but he hates the idea of someone trying something with you much more

-watches you like a hawk, making sure you’re not drinking too much and ensuring you hydrate properly

-if someone tries to touch you they won’t get a chance because their wrist is already bent behind their back

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levi doesn’t hover you as much as everyone else. he lets you be with your group of friends while he’s with his. he knows you can handle yourself, but if you’re drinking he knows you won’t be as aware of your surroundings. you’re not too far away from him, but every few moments he glances at you to make sure no one is bothering you. he doesn’t mind people coming up and talking to you, but won’t accept anything further than that.

levi keeps his eye on a blonde man with large glasses across the bar who is constantly looking at you. you’re busy talking with your friends, not noticing him. levi waits for the man to move closer to you before he abruptly leaves his table. before the stranger has a chance to approach you with a hand low on your waist, levi bends the blonde’s wrist behind his back at an awkward angle. the man groans and curses at levi, asking what his problem is. the commotion catches your attention. you see the hard glare in levi’s eyes and you immediately know the man must’ve been up to something.

“i suggest you don’t touch my woman before you lose an arm”, he threatens coldly. the man whimpers at the position he’s in, apologizing to levi. before security comes over levi lets go of his grip, reaching for you instead.

“let’s go”, he calmly tells you. you lace your fingers with his and quickly leave the bar, not bothering to say goodnight to your friends. on the way the drive home you thank levi by giving him kisses anywhere you can reach. you’re a bit tipsy, which is making you more affectionate than usual, but levi allows it. he tells you to sit back in your seat and wait until you get home to love on him, but you ignore him, wanting him as soon as possible.

after a few minutes of begging for levi to pull over he finally does. you’re quick to show him how grateful you are to him.

jean kirschstein

-gets jealous easily

-can’t stand when people come up and talk to you

-doesn’t hesitate to make it obvious you’re together

-since he’s so tall he easily intimidates other guys

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as soon as jean leaves your table to get a drink from the bar a handsome boy with thick, dark brown hair and green eyes approaches you. he introduces himself and you politely smile at him. you look at jean who has his back turned to you as he waits for the bartender to finish your drinks.

the boy makes small talk with you, which you’re uninterested in. sometimes you’re too nice for your own good and it’s hard for you to turn people down. while the boy is talking you try to subtly give him hints you’d rather not be. jean notices your body language as he walks back to the table. you tune the boy out as he continues to talk about himself.

“she’s not interested”, you hear. you sigh in relief as you hear jean’s voice fill your ears.

“here you go, baby”, he says to you softly, kissing your cheek and handing you your drink. you take it and smile appreciatively at him. the boy that was failing to talk to you scoffs, asking jean who he thinks he is.

“her boyfriend, now get lost”, jean dismisses him. the boy looks like he wants to say something, but jean towers over him, intimidating him and making him walk away. you rest your head in your boyfriend’s chest, enjoying his comfort.

“thank you”, your voice vibrates against him. jean kisses your head and wraps his arm around you.

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 3 months

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Lips of an Angel

You and Eren had dated, but the two of you were horrible for each other, and the relationship ended horribly. The both of you moved on, but a single phone call has the two of you falling into each other's lives again.

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To say that you and Eren Jaeger were far from being a match for each other was nothing but a severe understatement.

Eren was hot-headed, stubborn, aggressive, and quick to fight others anytime they disagreed with him. You were also stubborn but blunt, sharp-tongued, and always putting people in their place when they crossed you. The two of you, despite having very strong personalities, somehow ended up falling for each other and getting into a serious, albeit messy, relationship.

It was your friend Marco who introduced you to Eren at a barbeque that their friends were holding. The host, Reiner, was a beefy, blonde guy who had an apron saying “Kiss the Chef!” wrapped around his stacked frame. He had greeted you with a wide grin, pulling you into a tight hug as he introduced himself.

“The name’s Reiner. Pleasure to meet ya! Marco has talked a lot about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you greeted him.

Reiner had continued to man the grill, leaving Marco to steer you towards the rest of his friends. Jean was quick to greet you two, greeting you with a hug just like Reiner and a flirtatious smile. Connie and Sasha were next, and you were quickly enraptured by their bright personalities and sense of humor. Historia greeted you with a blinding smile, her girlfriend Ymir trailing behind her protectively. Armin and his girlfriend Annie welcomed you gently, each giving you soft, friendly smiles. Mikasa was quiet but introduced herself, while Bertholdt gave you a quick wave before running past you to Reiner.

The last person to greet you was Eren. He had been standing at the back of the group, hands tucked into his jean pockets as you studied you quietly. Armin and Mikasa had scolded him for being rude before grabbing him and pushing him towards you.

His handsome looks were the first thing you noticed. Luscious, chocolate brown locks were pulled back into a messy bun, a few loose pieces framing his tanned face. A pair of thick brows were pulled together in a frown before his expression relaxed, turquoise eyes peering down at you. His full lips tugged up into a slight smirk as he extended a large hand.

“Eren Jaeger. Nice to meet you.”

His voice was deep and smooth, a hint of a teasing tone to it. You narrowed your eyes at him before opting to simply greet him with a nod and a quick utterance of your name. Surprise flicked across his face before the frown from earlier returned.

The barbeque was actually really fun, and you were glad that Marco had invited you out. You got to know each and every person, getting to know their personalities, what made them laugh, and what to avoid to prevent them from getting pissed off. Besides Marco, you were quickly getting close with Mikasa, who you had a lot of favorite things in common with. The two of you laughed while drinking beer, chattering about your jobs and gossiping about your recent escapades with dates.

“Jaeger, I told you to keep my name out of your fucking mouth!”

The sound of a scuffle breaking out had the both of you turning your heads. Jean and Eren were holding onto each other’s collars, faces dangerously close to each other. Armin and Marco were behind them, trying desperately to pull them apart.

“Eren, stop it! You promised you wouldn’t do this,” Armin groaned.

“It’s not my fault Jean always talks shit about me!” Eren yelled.

“I wasn’t even talking about you, dipshit! You think that the whole world fucking revolves around you!”

“That’s a fucking lie!”

Rolling your eyes, you took another sip of your beer and looked back at Mikasa.

“They both seem really obnoxious,” you stated.

She sighed, taking a swig of her beer as well.

“They’ve been like that since middle school. They’re frenemies. They’re best friends but also beat the living shit out of each other.”

She sighed again.

“The amount of times that I’ve had to step in and pull Eren away . . . I wouldn’t have to work a day in my life if I got paid for every time I did it.”

The two of you giggled, falling back into your previous conversation. A loud slapping sound filled the air, and you both turned again to see Eren and Jean now fighting. They were grabbing onto each other’s collars still, but it seemed that Eren had punched Jean across the face. Blood was gushing down his face, amber eyes wide with anger as he punched Eren in the gut. Armin and Marco were now trying to pull them apart with more urgency now, with neither being successful.

“My time to shine,” Mikasa said, standing up and cracking her knuckles.

She strode across the backyard in a few steps and easily pulled them apart. The two boys still tried to paw at each other, but Mikasa slapped the both of them on the back of their heads.

“Enough,” she scolded them. “You’ve both made a fool of yourselves. Go inside and clean up.”

The two boys glared at each other before complying. Mikasa wrapped an arm around Jean’s waist and led him inside. Eren continued to stand there, glaring at Jean’s retreating back. He had a scratch above his eye, blood slowly leaking down over his eye and his cheek. Sighing, you walked over to him and gently grabbed his arm.

“Come on, big guy. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I don’t need your fucking help,” he snapped, yanking his arm away harshly.

“Well fuck you too,” you spat. “I’m just trying to fucking help you.”

You turned to go back to your seat and continue drinking when you felt him grab your hand and whirl you around.

“Wait, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I’m still pissed.”

Raising an eyebrow, you crossed your arms. He sighed again, offering his arm and gesturing for you to lead him inside. Jean and Mikasa had disappeared, and you figured she was cleaning him up somewhere else. You turned your head this way and that in the hopes that you would magically be able to find a bathroom.

“Reiner has a bathroom upstairs. I can walk you there,” he muttered.

He slid your hand down into his, interlacing your fingers as he led you up the stairs. Your heart began to pound at the feeling of his larger hand in yours. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway. Stepping in, he flicked on the light and sat on the toilet seat. You rummaged through the cabinets until you found bandaids, rubbing alcohol, and other first aid materials.

Eren’s hair had fallen out of his bun, his dark hair falling past his shoulders. Cocking your head to the side, you placed the supplies down and took a step closer to him. You gently brushed his hair back with your fingers, pulling the scrunchie from his tangled locks before rearranging them back into a bun.

The scratch above his eye was now more visible with his hair out of the way. Dabbing the alcohol on a facecloth, you grimaced at him before warning him it would hurt. You saw him clench his jaw as you lifted the cloth and began dabbing at it. A low hiss of pain escaped his lips, one hand reaching out to grab at the counter. You continued to dab at it until it was cleaned up. After patting it dry, you carefully put a bandaid over it. With the other side of the facecloth, you wet it and began washing the rest of his face.

“There. All better!” you cheered.

His expression had softened the entire time you had been cleaning him up. He was peering up at you with such a tenderness you felt your heart ache. He reached down to interlace your fingers together again.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

You couldn’t help but nod, transfixed on his face. His other hand moved to slip the cloth from your hand, tossing it onto the floor and then moving up to cradle your face. Before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours, capturing them in a fiery kiss. It wasn’t long before you were bent over the sink and he was thrusting into you, hands tangled in your hair as he pulled you back roughly to kiss him.

That night was the start of your tumultuous relationship, a relationship that lasted three years and ended on a sour note. Now, nearly two years later, you had moved on, erasing him from your life and now settling down with someone new. You were a new person, free from someone who constantly made you angry and you found yourself to be much more patient, willing to learn, and making sure to treat everyone with kindness.

That all changed after a single phone call.

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ficsforeren · 3 years

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Hello, welcome to my AOT blog! I'm writing for Jujutsu Kaisen too, you can find me here: @heyimkana

ONE SHOTS

Restrained

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 10K

Summary: Caught having another girl sitting on his lap during a party, your boyfriend, Eren Jaeger tries to make it up to you by being your plaything for the night.

Controlled

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 10k

Summary: After you edged him multiple times during sex, Eren was only eager to get his revenge on you. He wants to tie you up and wreck you apart until you cry, begging for your release. So when he takes you out to celebrate his birthday together, things won’t turn out as you expected it would be.

Shhh, Baby, Daddy's On The Phone

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Rockstar AU, Domestic AU, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 9k

Summary: Your husband, Eren Jaeger, comes home from his band’s tour to the sight of you moaning his name on your bed with a vibrator buried deep inside you. Burned by the desire to ravish you right then, Eren decides to have his way with you, not caring if he’s in the middle of a phone interview with a music journalist.

Keep It Between Us

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader X Jean Kirstein

Genre: Idol AU, Smut, Fluff, Humor

Word Count: 20K+

Summary: Eren and Jean are one of the hottest male idols working in the industry right now, but honestly? You’re tired of their antics. You’ve been working as their personal assistant for three months and your patience is about to snap. One night, with cocky smirks and leering eyes, they invite you over for a drink. You smile. It’s time for your revenge.

You, Me and Your Stupid Man-Bun

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Humor

Word Count: 9K

Summary: Never thought you’d have a kink for a guy with long hair but when Eren Jaeger walks into your life with his leather jacket on while sporting his stupidly sexy man-bun, you knew there was no way you could escape him.

Tangled

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Humor

Word Count: 10K

Summary: Your relationship with Eren Jaeger has just begun and turns out he has more sides of him that he hasn’t shown to you yet.

Twisted

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Humor

Word Count: 11K

Summary: It comes as a nice surprise when you saw your ex-boyfriend at your workplace and you thought everything was going to be fine. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, Eren Jaeger, thinks otherwise.

Say It Again

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Spider-Man AU, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: Eren Jaeger, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, shows up in your bedroom with a gushing wound on his chest, asking for your help.

Shadow Kiss

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Vampire AU, Roommates AU, Smut, Fluff, Comedy

Summary: Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat–even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis and making thirst trap videos on TikTok for a living.

Midnight Bite

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Vampire AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Sex with a vampire can be messy and rough, so when your vampire boyfriend, Eren Jaeger, insists to have you tied up to your headboard to celebrate his birthday, you probably need to come up with a safe word.

Fallen Angels

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader X Armin Arlert

Genre: Rockstar AU, Model AU, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 8K

Summary: Your husband, Eren Jaeger, knows just how much Armin Arlert loves you, even the dirty thoughts he's been keeping to himself about touching you behind your husband's back. Wanting to give some spice to your marriage, Eren decides to offer his best friend a chance to do what he wants with you.

Eternity

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: War AU, Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn

Word Count: 25k

Summary: Would you love someone if your days are numbered? A tragic love story between a soldier who’s trying to find a purpose in life and a blind girl who is stripped away of her freedom.

Falling

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College Boyfriend AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 15k

Summary: In the absence of your warmth, Eren Jaeger begins to reminisce the loving memories he’s shared with you in the past three years, regretting how your first fight turned into something that ended it all.

Birthday Gift

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Eren Jaeger gives you a special birthday present after your birthday party is over.

Eren Multiverse

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Crack, Humor

Word Count: 5K

Summary: Twelve different versions of Eren Jaeger, coming from twelve different universes, are now sitting together in a room, answering fan questions.

TWO-SHOTS

Tainted: Euphoria (7K) - Delirium (12K)

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Secret Agents/Assassins AU, Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU, Smut, Romance, Strangers-to-Lovers-to-Enemies

Summary: You have been married to your husband for six years where you both kept secrets from each other. Little did you know that your husband was an undercover agent just like you, ordered to take your life within two days.

SERIES

The Secrets Between Us

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader feat. Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith and Armin Arlert

Genre: Royalty AU, Knights AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst

Status: Completed (12 Chapters)

Series Summary: As the only princess of The Paradis Kingdom, your life has been decided from the first day you were born. By the time you turn eighteen, you will be betrothed to Prince Armin, uniting two powerful kingdoms as one. Everything began to change, however, once you saw a beautiful boy lying unconscious in the forest behind your castle. His name is Eren, and he’s lost his memories. You invited him into your home, not knowing that he came from house Jaeger—the family that was massacred by your ancestors nearly a hundred years before, seeking revenge.

The Last Song

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Rockstar AU, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining

Status: Completed (17 Chapters)

Series Summary: Eren Jaeger has two personas, a charismatic lead vocal who has lost himself in fame, and a boy who struggles with depression, seeking for someone to bring him back to where he was twelve years ago. Where he only knew love in the form of your name.

In Another Life (The Sequel of The Last Song)

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Domestic AU, Rockstar/Band AU, Fluff, Smut, Slice of Life, Romance

Status: Completed (4 Chapters)

Summary: What if the car accident never happened? In this alternate universe, Eren Jaeger, the frontman of notorious rock band Empire, gets to come home to you after the wedding proposal he made on stage. You are now married to your childhood best friend, and the mother of his children: Irene and Jace Jaeger.

Never Let Me Go

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Zombie Apocalypse AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Strangers-to-Lovers, Slow Burn, Slight Horror & Action

Series Summary: A lethal virus has killed 90% of the world’s population and turns 9.8% into zombie-like, cannibalistic mutants who are extremely vulnerable to the ultraviolet rays in sunlight. You and Eren Jaeger are both survivors crossing paths in the cruel world, but together, you’re able to find some beauty in it.

Status: 4/5 (On-Going)

Our Little Secret

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Spider-Man/Spider-Girl AU, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut

Series Summary: Eren Jaeger, a 21-year-old virgin college student who loves his camera a little bit too much, has a crush on you. Every night, he switches on his camera and talks about you but he never could find the courage to speak to you in real life. Strangely enough, he finds it easy for him to befriend Spider-Girl, the crime fighting vigilante, not knowing that you both share the same identity.

Status: Completed (6 Chapters)

Blissful Ignorance

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Pornstar AU, Smut, Fluff, Light Angst, Romance, Humor

Series Summary: Over the last four years, you’ve become a rising star in the adult entertainment industry. Yet, you can’t seem to forget one of the actors you met in the very beginning of your career — Eren Jaeger. You might even say you’ve got a bit of a crush on him with how often you watch his videos. When you’re hired by Bellesa Films to shoot a sex video, they allow you to choose your partner, and without hesitation you request Eren Jaeger. And while the sex is bliss, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, you’re ignorant to the truth behind your years-long crush.

Status: 3/5 (On-Going)

Ice & Fire

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Yuuta Okkotsu

Genre: Fantasy AU, romance, smut, angst, fluff, a crossover between Attack On Titan and Jujutsu Kaisen, loosely based on Game of Thrones and Eragon

Series Summary: Yuuta Okkotsu, the kind-hearted firstborn prince of the kingdom of Nymeria, finds himself stranded on an island that had been thought to only exist in legend. It is there he meets the last of the Valyrians, a dragon-blood named Eren Jaeger. While their days on the island are happy, they can’t last forever. Yuuta has a duty as prince to his kingdom that he must fulfill, and it is this duty that ultimately tears them apart.

Status: 12/50 (On-Going)

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sugawara-sweetheart · 2 years

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𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢 (𝔪)

eren jaeger x fem!reader

warnings: dubcon/noncon, manipulation, toxic relationship, cheating threats, shitty eren, tattooed!eren, blackmail, facefucking, oral (m receiving)

word count: 1.8k

a/n: hello im back :)) please enjoy <3

you hate it when it gets like this.

blaring sirens fade to nothingness outside, red and blue lights flashing through the fabric of the curtains. it’s dark outside, cold, the view obscured with the rain but you can hear the people outside, the faint crying through the walls, slurring together with the thumping of music on the other side. it smells, that bittersweet scent of cigarette smoke you’ve become so accustomed to, almost conditioned into after every time.

every time your throat burns, like punishment almost for your screams. your cheeks are blotchy, eyes red and you sniffle as you sit at the end of the bed, rubbing at your face with the scratchy toilet tissue paper disintegrating into dust from being clenched in your sweaty palms. you can feel his eyes burning into you.

they’re such beautiful emeralds. the first thing you noticed about him, along with his boyish smile, his stupid arrogance but he was so wholesome, so precious. just a pure heart. it’s no wonder you fell in love.

sometimes you wonder if that’s why you’re still in love. whether you’re just clinging to faded hopes and old memories, a shadow of who he is now.

he’s unrecognisable when you glance in the cracked mirror opposite the bed, your eyes meeting his reflection as he lounges in the chair. he’s shirtless, the tattoos etched on his skin looking like they’re flickering in the dim light. dark hair falls in his eyes, long and messy, spilling from the bun. he’s brooding, of course. thick brows drawn in a frown, the vein throbbing in his temple, even as he exhales the clouds of smoke from the lit cigarette held between his fingers.

your knees feel weak as you get to your feet, trembling as you edge towards the door for your coat but his voice is sharp, cutting through the room.

“where do you think you’re going?”

“i want to go home.” your eyes are tired but they sting with fresh tears as you slowly turn around, one hand reaching for your coat. your fingers grip the fur tight when eren gets to his feet. he walks slowly towards you, taking a long drag of his cigarette as his eyes bore into you, pinning you in place.

“stop being like that. for fuck’s sake.” he spits it and you can’t help but flinch, your bottom lip trembling as a tear rolls down your cheek. you try to wipe it away but eren’s quicker, his thumb swiping across your cheek, his lip curling with anger when your breath hitches in your throat. it’s not your fault- he just hates when you cry. “you don’t have to go.”

“but- but every time-” your voice is choked. you’re frustrated. you’re tired. “all we do is fight, eren. i’m sick of it.” why do you relax into the warmth of his palm when he strokes your tear-stained cheek, your eyes fluttering shut as he blows his smoke, not caring how it gets into your face. the next part is a quiet whisper. “you’re just always so angry these days.”

eren’s hand drops from your face, his jaw clenching as he roughly stubs the cigarette out on the ashtray.

“i don’t get angry. i just-” he groans as he runs his hands through his hair with frustration, shaking his head. “you frustrate me. you do dumb shit all the time, stuff that you know just pisses me off and i lash out but-” there’s a rare softness to eren’s eyes, one that makes your heart skip a beat. he looks so young like this, so innocent, a trace of the man you fell in love with as a smile tugs at his lips, his emerald eyes glittering. “but that doesn’t mean i don’t care about you.” his hands are gentle as they cup your face, his coarse thumbs running along the skin of your cheeks. but his next words are forceful. “so you’re not going anywhere. sit back down.”

“eren-” you whine with desperation, tears threatening to spill as you try to pull away from his hold but he’s stronger than you, swiftly grabbing your arms and yanking you back into his hold. you cry out as you aimlessly try to wrestle out of his grip but it’s too easy for him- your heart thumps as he tosses you onto the bed, pinning you to the mattress as he glares down at you. “please, please-” his green eyes blur through your tears as you tremble below him. “just let me go home, eren. that’s all- i just want to go sleep.”

your heavy sobs fill the room but all eren does is stare at you, his face void of anything but anger. it felt like that was all he felt towards you these days. but you’re relieved when his legs lift off you as he stands at the edge of the bed, letting you cry as you hesitantly sit up.

“will you come back tomorrow?” you nod eagerly, hiccuping as you wipe your red eyes but there’s still the crease between his brows. “i’ll let you go but first-” the hope rising in you vanishes as his fingers suddenly grip your hair, yanking you towards his crotch. “make me feel better.”

“eren- stop!” you’re disgusted at the growing bulge straining at the front of his grey sweatpants but eren’s fingers just grip your hair tighter, yanking you roughly as you yelp.

“stop being such a little bitch- you wanna leave me for now? fucking earn it.” your scalp burns and you cry as he tugs at you harshly, pressing your face against his clothed erection and rutting his hips against you. “you don’t want to? well then you’re staying here. you’re not going anywhere or i swear to god if you do-” he gives a particular rough yank of your hair that has you squealing with pain. “i’ll go fuck some other bitch. i’ll go fuck someone else much better than you and leave your stupid ass for good.”

his words sting, a harsh blow that has your eyes filling with fresh tears. your heart feels cold and heavy.

hands shaking, you close your fingers against his, trying to prise his grip away from you as you cry. what would you do without him? he’s all you know, a habit- no, an addiction- formed over so many years. you’d die without him.

“okay- okay- just stop-” he’s rough as he releases you, shoving you roughly as tears stream down your face. you feel stupid, pathetic and helpless as your trembling hands reach for the waistband of his sweatpants, ignoring the nausea growing in your throat, the plea in your own head to not let him walk all over you, to scream, fight back, do anything. but you’re tired. you’re hurt. beaten down, again and again. it’s just easier this way. it’s better.

eren’s cock is long and thick, the head flushed pink, slapping against his toned stomach as you tug his sweatpants down to his knees. nausea churns in the pit of your stomach, your chest tight. the room is so hot, the air so thick as beads of cold sweat dampen your skin. his eyes pierce into you, bare tattooed chest heaving as he watches you curl your lips, trying to spit on his cock. you don’t know how you do it, when your throat is tight and your mouth dry and your eyes clench shut as you lower your face, tongue sticking out.

the first kitten lick has the salty taste of him heavy on your tongue. he inhales sharply, his fingers gripping your hair tight and you know what it means, you know the feeling of fear that flashes within you as you hasten to wrap your lips around him. it’s horrible, how his long thick cock weighs heavy on your tongue, the smell of him strong as you bob your head, gliding your salivating tongue along his veiny length, hand stroking what doesn’t fit, reaching further to fondle his balls just how he likes it. you don’t want to look at him, but you’re glad he doesn’t care as his eyes roll shut, breathy sighs escaping him.

“that’s it- what a good girl you are.” why does he say it as if you wanted this? but if you didn’t why do you feel so dumb, so stupid for having that throbbing ache grow between your legs, feeling your panties dampen as if you don’t hate every second? why does eren have this intoxicating hold on you?

his hips jerk, cock pushing deeper and eren releases a loud groan, his grip tightening and his jaw clenching. “fuck- that’s- uh- so good!” it’s a primal growl and you want to pull away but he’s too strong. “you feel so good.” he starts to fuck your face, fast and rough. it hurts, every slam of his cockhead against the back of your throat at a bruising pace, your face pushed against his pubes, smelling him, breathing him, struggling. “that’s it- take it- fuck- this is what you’re good for- oh god.” you’re choking around him, throat tightening but it just makes him seem to moan louder over your desperate cries, saliva and tears running down your face as your nails pierce into his thighs, his wrist, anything for him to loosen that horrible grip.

eren’s moans are loud and wanton when he comes, his hips bucking up as he releases hot sticky cum down your throat. it’s acrid and you gag as you struggle to swallow the thick load, the creamy fluid spilling down your chin as you splutter. he pulls away from your mouth, hissing at the sensitivity, a blissed look on his face. not a care in the world.

but you’re sobbing, choking and gasping for air, curling into yourself as you shake but eren’s so quick. he’s so quick to soothe the wounds he causes, wrapping his arms around you, shushing you as he pulls your hands away from tugging at your own hair.

“hey, hey, calm down, baby. you’re okay, angel, you’re okay.” his voice is saccharine, the pet names that lured you in so many years ago, his lips peppering soft kisses across your tear-stained face as his fingers wipe away the cum staining your skin. “just breathe for me.” he holds your shaking body in his arms, rocking you as you cry. you want to scratch at him, scream at him, hurt him but you can’t because he’s the only one who can help your racing heart, who can soothe those inhumane sobs escaping you.

“i hate you.” it’s incoherent but eren’s grip tightens on you, his eyes softening with hurt.

“don’t say that, baby. you know it’s not true- i love you- how could you hate me?” but you know you don’t, no matter how much you want to. he knows it too, he knows you’ll never fight back, you’ll never leave as he pulls you into him. “you love me, don’t you? you know i love you, right?” a single nod and eren smiles as his lips press against your forehead. “that’s right, you’re my good girl.”

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sleepysnk · 3 years

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alright y'all i finally got some headcanons after showering. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THESE. i kinda liked the idea, so lmk if you guys would like a part 2! :)

Pool Day Headcanons

Characters: Eren, Jean, Reiner, and Colt

Warnings: slight suggestive?

Eren Jaeger:

- ok so you already know it was Eren's idea to go swimming at the waterpark. there was a giant heatwave coming, so he figured it'd be a perfect date for the two of you.

- LET ME JUST SAY.. EREN IS A COMPLETE ASSHOLE AT THE WATERPARK.

- not in a bad way ofc, but he'd be a dick to the kids, or he'd do some petty stuff 😭. he'd run when a lifeguard would yell at him, or push a little kid to get to the water slide. you'd just stand there embarrassed while a parent cusses him out.

- Eren would force you to go into the water, even if you protested that you didn't want to. he'd drag you off the chair and force you in.

- "babe! come on! it's a waterpark, don't just sit there all day,"

- Eren would splash water in your face or force you on the tube slides with him, he'd purposely make it go fast so you'll fly off at the end.

- he would probably push you off the diving board because you took too long, he's just impatient like that.

- Eren would get tan as fuck. he'd be so golden after you both leave, you never have to worry about sunscreen with him.

- not gonna lie, Eren would love seeing you in your swimsuit. he'd kind of be more protective of you, especially if other guys stared at you. he'd probably put his arm around you.

- he'd put you on his back to go to the deep end, and probably scare you acting like he was going to throw you off.

- lifeguards would yell at him for almost making you drown.

- probably got kicked out once because of it too.

- his hair would be so messy, since we're talking about manbun Eren, he'd have to re-tie his bun a few times. sometimes you'd pull on it, and he'd have to re-do it.

- Eren would probably get a hard-on seeing the water droplets going down your body, and he'd press it against you while be in the water leaving you with a huge blush.

- this would be a really fun date, definitely a 10/10.

Jean Kirstein:

- this would probably be Jean's idea to go to a waterpark. he's really fun in that way, and plus he gets to see you in a swimsuit, so it would be perfect ;).

- Jean would absolutely LOVE the water slides, he'd be the type to wait in long ass lines just to ride it, even if you complained.

- "be patient babe! it's gonna be so worth it in the end,"

- like Eren, Jean would kind of be an ass to people at the waterpark. he'd steal a tube a little kid was going for, and run away laughing his ass off while the kid cried. he'd be a dick like that i'm sorry 😭. the parent would probably roll their eyes at you both as you word a "sorry" to them.

- Jean would probably sneak food into the waterpark, even if it isn't allowed, he still somehow finds a way for snacks to be snuck in. HE'S SNEAKY LIKE THAT.

- his dumbass would get water up his nose every 30 seconds and have a huge coughing fit.

- accidentally swallowed pool water 😀.

- he'd be the type to slowly inch you into the water, and hold your waist 🥰.

- Jean would take you on his back around the deep end making sure you're safe and secure, so he doesn't drop you, sometimes he'll hold you in the front with your legs around his waist.

- Jean would get tan, you wouldn't have to worry about him getting burned. plus his tan would be hot as fuck.

- knowing this guy, seeing you in your swimsuit made his jaw drop to the floor. he loved the way your body glowed in it, and it made a huge blush go across his face. he couldn't keep his eyes off of you 🥺.

- SO PROTECTIVE. if a guy even looked in your direction, Jean would instantly put his arm around you or even kiss you in front of the dude staring at you. he didn't want any guy thinking they had a chance with you, it's honestly super adorable.

- you'd come back to your spot during the break and feel his print when you sat down on his lap 😳😳. boy was it a surprise for you.

- his hair would be all messy and water would be going down his face, ngl it's really hot to you 😏.

- pls doing this with Jean would be so worth it and fun.

Reiner Braun

- not gonna lie, this was probably a date you two both came up with while trying to figure out your weekend plans. it was going to be a real hot one, so you figured why not? a waterpark sounded fun.

- Reiner would probably not be a huge fan of water slides, but you forced him to go on one and he wanted to do them all.

- "baby we're going on that one next, i don't care about the line,"

- he wouldn't be an ass to anyone at the waterpark, but he would definitely roll his eyes at the annoying teenagers that won't shut up. you both were waiting in a line and they kept complaining, and Reiner literally wanted to backhand them.

- Reiner in swim trunks 🥵 oh boy.. my imagination is running wild. it is definitely the sight to see.

- he uses his charm to get free snacks 😭😭, girls cannot resist this man and his body.

- Reiner would probably tan with you for a bit, he'd for sure wait by your side holding your hand or waiting on his phone for you to finish. my man has patience when it comes to you.

- he'd probably jump in with you and laugh as people would be annoyed with you two splashing them with water.

- Reiner would probably try to do some weird trick in the water and bump his head on the bottom of the pool floor. he'd come back rubbing his head and shaking his head.

- like a dumbass, he'd get water up his damn nose and cough for like 30 seconds.

- Reiner would slightly tan but also burn? if that makes sense.

- he is 100x more protective of you at waterparks, many guys would stare at you and my man would put his hand straight onto your ass or your waist.

- he loves your swimsuit, he thinks you look absolutely stunning and just breath taking.

- Reiner would lowkey hold you in the pool with your legs around his waist leaving small neck kisses. this man has had a boner all day, he probably would take you home after and see your fresh tan lines 😳.

- THIS WOULD BE SO FUN. please take this man to a waterpark gn.

Colt Grice:

- this was definitely a date idea that you had since Colt doesn't really think about waterparks that much lmao. plus with the heatwave coming, you figured why not?

- COLT IS LIKE A LITTLE KID WHEN IT COMES TO THESE THINGS.

- he got forced to take Falco.

- Colt would do absolutely everything the place has to offer, whether it be going down the water slides or going onto the diving board. HE WANTS TO DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. let this man have fun, ok?

- he's definitely respectful and wouldn't do anything that would get him kicked out, this soft baby is just too sweet for that.

- Colt would probably enjoy the lazy river with you, he loves the relaxation, and just being by your side would make him feel so calm and soft. he would hold your hand as you floated down on it, IT WOULD BE SO SO CUTE. you can't change my mind.

- he'd splash water in your face and get pool water in his mouth, he'd be coughing so much.

- ok this is something i thought of just now, but he would so buy goggles to go underwater and kiss you. he loves to see your smiling face under the water, IT JUST MAKES HIS HEART SWELL AND FEEL SO SOFT 🥺.

- he'd take you on his back and to the deep end while you place your head on his shoulder, he'd probably joke around and act like he's gonna drop you. it'd be kinda funny.

- "you want me to drop you? okay!"

- Colt would be so protective of you, knowing many prying eyes would be on you, it made him a little insecure:((, but he did his best to show those people you were his. you also assured him that nobody else would ever replace him, you probably kissed him a few times in front of those guys.

- Colt would burn jfc you needed so much sunscreen.

- he'd absolutely love your swimsuit, he thinks you look like something from heaven 🥺. he would call you every name in the book, he's just a sweetheart like that.

- he'd peck your lips a few times and say sweet words to you <3333.

- PLS THESE ARE SO CUTE IM SOBBING.

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nanikoreeeh · 3 years

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tight knot

eren jaeger x chubby!reader

warnings; afab! reader, shibari, kinda mutual masturbation, teasing, ass slapping, sex toys, eren being a beefy mean teasing little shit, not proof read, this has been in my drafts for too long okay

author's note; inspired by this brilliant thirst

woah man bun eren + chubby gf + shibari 😮"listen baby girl, daddy wants you to be good until i came home and reward you with my fat cock "woah 😮 nope, u don't see me sending u thirst 😌

The first time you meet him at a friend’s from a friend party you can’t help but stare at the way his toned arms flex into the cotton of his shirt, when he catches you staring, the ice cold stare he gives you is enough to send a shiver down your spine and against your best wishes you turn you gaze away like an abashed teenager and you scurry away in the crowd to try and gulp down your embarrassment with a dash or two of tequila.

You are grateful for the tall beautiful girl that stays beside him during the whole night, cause everytime you might bump into him all you gotta do to turn your heels around is to look for a head with shiny black hair and it only takes you a second to find the messy brunette bun belonging to the male with the scary eyes.

You nearly choke on the laugh you were having when you catch his eyes on you as you remember a funny anecdote with one of your friends.

At the end of the night you efforts are in vain as not only you do end bumping straight into his hard chest, but also being shoved against a brick wall, with his eager hands slipping under your top to pinch at your niples as he moans into your neck how hard he wants to fuck you.

Which brings you to the present. You can feel every fiber of the tight red rope that kisses your skin like wildfire. Your legs are obscenely spread wide open, and the knot rubbing against your clit has you mewling pathetically as Eren secures one last knot before sitting in front of you to admire his masterpiece.

He’s been hard all night just thinking about having you like this, so helpless and exposed, all to his eyes. The hunger in his orbs as he devours in the soft flesh that his ropework is hugging makes his cock swell with pride and lust. Your arms, safely secured atop your head make your cute nipples perk up, just begging to be touched.

Every fold, every roll, every expanse of soft skin is being burned with the indentations of his passion, and you can’t help but feel incredibly overwhelmed by the strength of the desire in your boyfriend eye’s as he traces the path of the rope into your core that’s embarrassingly leaking onto the thick fabric between your pussylips.

“Perfect”. He states as he travels his hands to dip into your full hips and legs, all exposed and tempting while being adorned with the red around them. The way the flesh of your tights presses into the rope has him exhaling a long sigh and you watch with glossy eyes as he frees his painfully hard erection from the insides of his jeans. The head is an angry red, and you can’t help the pathetic moan that escapes your lips as he hisses a soft “fuck” into the ar, his hand slowly pumping his cock.

It’s not fair, it’s not fair he has you drooling around a gag while you wish you could suck the pearly white of pre cum that seeps through the tip of his member. The smirks he gives you as he pleasures himself almost has you gushing onto the rope rubbing onto your sensitive clit.

He approaches the edge of the bed, pacing himself calmly he dips his knees next to your head, the delicious image of his cock right above you has you wriggling in your place.

“You are going to wait”. His voice is calm and low, and doesn’t let room for questioning. “Look at you, so eager and yet so helpless”. His deep eyes bury into yours; that green but almost electric blue that always reminds you of the shadow of a wave waiting to lay ashore deep in his gaze.

A gaze that has you holding your breath as he reacomodates himself to look at you from above, face so close to yours that his breath hits you like the warm heat of the beginning of the summer.

“This is how you should always be, eager and ready for me”. He makes a pause, a shadow looming deep inside him, reflecting on the bright surface of his pupils, “Only for me”.

He scoops barely a taste of the sticky white emitting from his dick and cruelly places it at your bottom lip. You’d give anything to be free from the gag and lap at it, at his fingers. Just to taste him. And he knows it, which is why he enjoys this, you so much.

“Always ready for whatever I might give you, right?”

You nod your head enthusiastically, and his eyes soften just for a fraction of a second.

“I know. You’re too pretty, too pretty for your own good cause it makes me wanna keep you like this forever” he gently caresses your cheek as his free hand attends one of your perky nipples. “Would you like that? For me to keep you like this forever?”

You nod once again, and he twists roughly at the flesh between his fingers, your chest rising from the bed from the pain.

“We both know it takes more than this to break you”. Gentle fingers dance around soft skin as he reaches your center. “You’re dripping. I’ve barely even touched you, are you that desperate for my cock?”

You’d like for his words not to hit you so hard, like a slap in the face that has you begging around the plastic intrusion in your mouth, but they do. They always do. “Pheawse”.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.” The look he gives you, almost bored, almost too uninterested is on a whole new level on this side of being too much, then he slaps your cunt —abruptly and quickly — and the intricate and special knot he placed to rub into your clit makes you see white as the impact hits you.

He repeats the act, two, three, four times and by the fifth slap you are sobbing into the gag. The stimulation is too painful and yet not enough to get you off. You beg again whimpering and needy. And dignity long forgotten as your pussy clenches around nothingness, eager to be filled up.

“I’m almost tempted to give in, you’re almost impossible to resist”. Eren sighs, hand clenching around his thick cock with a little too much strength or so you think cause his knuckles turn white and he groans loudly. “Still, I can’t give in to you just yet, no matter how beautiful you look right now and how much I wanna make you cry when you come…”

You nod in denial, actual tears coming from your eyes as you watch him chase a fast orgasm with swift and strong strokes to his cock.

Eren isn’t sure what makes him give in, maybe is the way your pretty eyes are pleading at him to fuck you, maybe is that your puffy clit is just beging to be payed attention to, or maybe is the fact that your sleeks fluids are covering the bed and he wishes for nothing more than to dive into your folds and taste you only to have you come into his mouth, only to feel the pressure of your full thighs warpping around his head. He just knows he can’t leave you like this, and as he feels his orgasm reaching he furiously rubs your needy clit with his whole palm, your hips rising from the intensity of the orgasm that has a muted scream being muffled into your gag and your eyes going glossy from the pleasure.

Your chest rises unevenly as your respiration tries to steady itself and he paints the skin of your stomach with his own warm capitulation. Your orgasm isn’t enough, it leaves you aching and your cunt needy, clenching around nothing, wishing for the fulfillment of being complete by having Eren inside you.

Your eyes are pleading for him as you marvel at how beautiful he looks as his coming off his high expression settles on your face. For a second his eyes soften at the vulnerability of your hopeful eyes and in that fraction of a moment you are hopeful that he is going to take pity on you and give you what you really want.

As if Eren would ever do that. You are precious like this, but he knows you can look even more beautiful, even more desperate. The retribution he will get after having you undone and bare to the deepest of your wanton is enough to give him the patience to wait a little more, so he tenderly kisses your cheek, as if you aren’t left suspended in the air and with an aching core, completely exposed with a muffled mouth that won’t be able to let you beg for anything, which is precisely what Eren wants.

You can hear the entrance door being open as Armin announces that he’s arrived and for the sound of steps following behind him he’s not alone, Jean and Connie’s laugh echo all the way from the living room to your room and you give Eren one last pleading look before he leaves to meet his friends.

“Don’t worry babe…” you watch him reach for something inside his pocket and your soul leaves your body as you recognize the small bullet shining like liquid silver. Your boyfriend smirks as you shake your head saying no, but he pushes the bullet inside your sleek pussy with ease. The low setting buzzes inside you and is barely enough to give you anything else than an uncomfortable but still steady enough vibration that has your vision blurring.

“All you gotta do is keep your pussy wet for daddy’s fat cock”.

#snk imagines #snk x reader #eren jaegar x reader #eren yaegar #snk smut #aot imagines #shinkegi no kyojin imagines #attack on titan imagines #snk scenarios #snk headcanons #chubby reader #— fem!reader #— playing [w. shibari]#— playing [w. teasing]#— playing [w. ass slapping]#— playing [w. sex toys]#— from sun’s book

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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𝖓𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊

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eren x fem!reader

suggestive conversations, teacher x student mention, smoking, alcohol, mention of love triangle, reiner doesn't have an easy life, characters are aged up and they correspond to the last season, modern au, eren being a tease, nsfw once they get to the party, dirty talking, reader may have a degradation kink, slapping, finger-sucking cause that's my sign, neck grabbing, rough composure, really long fic and really long warnings, size kink, wall sex, consensual relation, reader is tiny next to eren, kneejob (does that exist?), use of words like fucktoy, doll, slut; dom!eren x sub!reader, goddess i’m getting scared bc of the quantity of warnings, unprotected sex (don’t be like eren), oral (m receiving), consensual filming,, author is horny half of the drabble, please correct me in any errors! sex scenes are really bad written sorry

a/n: yeah... i don't know what i'm doing someone pls tell me to stop. as always, very welcome criticism and minors please do not interact!!

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"Jaeger, Eren." The teacher says his name and he gets up, loose clothes and his lazy bun on the back of his head giving him that attractive visual he has. Girls look at him with interest and boys with envy. After all, they all want to be like him, date him, be his friends. Be near him is something to be grateful for half the university students. What a bunch of idiots.

His tall body reaches the professor table, were he leans on, receiving the paper that acredites his graduation. A smirk on his face, directed to your young teacher, makes your friend Pieck sigh on the chair next to you. "He has for sure fucked her." she says. You look to the teacher expression, a smile just for him while he raises just the corners of his lips to her. You look to the paper on your hands. It's your last day. You're finally graduating. University is just another closed door for you. The last people take their diplomas quickly, the teachers giving their typical emotional discourses before releasing you to the campus yard. Reiner gets closer to your group, his arm around your shoulders as he smile for all of you.

"Today. Tonight." he corrects himself. "There's a party and, as the captain of the Waterpolo team, I'm the host." he says, a smile on his lips reaching his kind eyes. "You're all invited, of course. VIP invitations" Winking to all of you and gaining a giggle from Pieck, Reiner moves his head to a whistle. Bertholdt calls him from the door of the swimming pool, and Reiner leaves, smiling at you.

"I'll see you there?" he asks, a huge smile on his face. You can't help but smile back at him while you nod. Reiner leaves running the yard and Porco smiles at you, a joke about to escape his lips. You two have been friends time enough to know every single expression of the other.

"He does like you." he says, instead. Something serious for the first time in your friendship. Someone hits him with a paper when he was about to add something.

"You're finally out." Porco's big brother, Marcel Galliard, who works as the waterpolo trainer, takes his brother by the arm. "And out of the pics if you stay here, come on." He takes Porco with him, both of them leaving in Reiner's direction. Pieck smiles at you, about to comment something about Reiner, and you search your phone. It isn't there. Fuck.

"Pieck, I've lost my phone." you say, her face changing to a concerned expression. You touch every pocket and every place you've could have put it, without gain. Even she searches on the little handbag she's carrying. You remembered to take a pic with Pieck on the terrace and had to fix your shoes. You probably forgot it there. "Shit. Is the Uni still open, right?" Pieck nods quietly. Annie turns around to look at you. "Coming back real quick, wait for me here, please."

You make your way upstairs to the latest floor of the Univeristy, a terrace where teachers liked to go and smoke or drink their coffees between classes. "How can I forget my phone there? Am I dumb?" you think for yourself. There are just a few stairs left. You find Armin on your way. His short blond hair and his big blue eyes are recognizable everywhere.

"Congratulations." he says, that gentle smile on his face. "We finally graduated." You smile at him back, nodding.

"We did, Min." you say. Armin was in the same class as you, and he's really nice to you. Being paired in a couple works has made your friendship grow little by little, and you can consider him a friend now. It's ironical how he's Eren's best friend, even when the two of them have been seen parted for a while. He looks at you, his eyes following your way. "You go to the terrace?" he asks. You nod. He hums and looks upstairs, as if he was making sure something.

"Forgot something there, but it will take a minute." Armin nods and you keep going. Opening the big door, that is casually still open, the wind shakes your hair and your dress. You see your phone on the chair you sat earlier, while taking the pic, and you're fast to take it. Fortunately, it does have battery and it seems as nobody has touched it. You turn around, ready to go down to meet your friends, when you listen femenine giggles and sound of wet kisses. Gross. Is somebody using the rooftop to fuck? In the university? You shake your head. But your legs don't move. Your head searches unconsciously the place where the voices are coming from. You want to know who they are. Another giggle. Another kiss. A quiet sigh, the sound of fabrics. "Come on, move, move." You say to yourself. The woman speaks. "Now that you graduated..." Isn't that your teachers voice? With a student? You remain silent, trying to hear him. You hear a sigh. A manly and long sigh.

"Now that I graduated I have no reason to come here." You know that voice. That deep, raspy tone and that way of talking. Your brain searches quickly who does that voice belong to.

"Come on, Eren." even when you where about to figure who was the mysterious boy, she says his name. You move your hand to cover your mouth, your phone ringing in that moment. Pieck's ID showing on the screen. "Fuck, fuck." you try to silence it in vain. They heard you. Eren sighs, a long sigh that is followed by high heels steps. She's searching you. You're there, on the middle of the rooftop, and she's going around, near the door, no way to escape for you. You search quickly a place to hide. Then, he talks again. "They probably left, hm?" he says. His tone is way deeper now. "But we should as well. Search another student next year. I won't come back here for you." he says. With angry steps, she leaves. You can see her shadow from behind the little maintenance shed. You hear then calm steps, a lighter and the combustion of a cigarette. Eren palms the shed metallic roof, scaring you.

"Having fun spying the others?" he says. The smoke comes out of his mouth when he kneels next to you. "I can bet you're wet with just hearing us making out." you look at him in his green eyes, without avoiding his gaze. He raises a brow, putting the cigarette again between his lips.

"This is a public space. It isn't for you to bring every single girl you want." you say. Eren lets out a little laugh.

"I had the teacher's permission." he says, jokingly. "Who do you think you are to question her permissions?" his lips part, letting the smoke escape quietly. He gets up, his tall body resting against the structure. He's attractive, and he knows it for sure. But, the moment he opens that damn mouth of his... He loses all his attractiveness and charm. You take your phone, ready to go down with your friends.

"I hope you have a good future, Eren Jaeger. See you."

"Later, baby. On Reiner's party." he says, a little smile on his lips. "I guess he had invited the girl he likes." you didn’t like that joking tone.

"And why the hell would he invite you?" you ask. Eren slides his eyes down your body when you get up, your light dress moving with the wind, your hair getting messy and your challenging eyes looking directly at his. He entertains himself on your legs, how they looked smooth and good under the dress. And, surprisingly, he finds himself thinking of the sweet thing upper, covered by the dress and your underwear.

"Because I'm on his waterpolo team." he says, his green irises going back to yours. Damn, true. He’s the point of the team. The offensive. The strongest one between them.

"Then I hope we don't see each other." you say. Eren gets closer to you, smoke leaving his lips while he smiles jokingly at you again. You can smell the tobacco from your position, but you don’t want to move. You want to show him you can also keep his gaze. That you’re not intimidated by him.

"I'll be searching for you." he whispers. "After all, you stayed up here to see who I was making out with. Maybe you're jealous. But don't worry, i'll gladly show you what I did to her" You raise a brow this time, giving a couple steps back to put distance. You cross your arms on your chest. Eren smiles, taking the cigarette away from his lips.

"Search another girl. I'm sure a lot of them want your attention." you say. That makes Eren smirk. He walks a couple steps back, his back resting against the shed again. He throws the cigarette and steps on it.

"You have a strong personality, not like all the others. I like it." his eyes are on yours, and you're not afraid to keep the visual contact with him. "You're different." he says. You take a couple steps near him, heading to the door. Palming his shoulder, you smile.

"Good job reading all that cliche books where you took that phrase. Now, I have to go." his hand grips your wrist. With a shake, you get free and, false smiling at him, you leave. Your heart is racing while you go downstairs, Eren is still on the terrace, giggling for himself. He found such an interesting one. You keep going downstairs until you reach the yard, Pieck's black hair and Annie's bun can be seen. You walk towards them, your phone ringing on your hand. It's Pieck again. She sees you a hangs up, walking towards you.

"You took forever, y/n" she says, showing you her phone. "I calles you a hundred times. What were you doing?" she asks. You don't want to discover the teacher and Eren and less on the campus. "I'll tell you later." you say. Pieck told you to have dinner and get ready for the party at her home, so the two of you start to walk, waving your hands at Annie, who was waiting for Armin. Eren comes out of the university as well. His gaze finds yours and he smiles at you, but it isn't a sweet smile. It’s a teasing one. You turn around and follow Pieck.

"Eren? I told you those two had something!" she says. You're tying your shoes while she applies rimmel on her lashes. She looks beautiful, with that golden tight dress that shines when she moves. You wanted to go with your graduation dress, but she quickly corrected you. "No, no, that dress is too beautiful for this type of party. You have to show what you have." she said. She lended you a red dress that fits you. It is beautiful, and you look good on it. She turns around. "Were they in the middle of it? What happened!" she asks. You blush.

"They were just kissing, i think. They kinda broke up." you say. Pieck nods quietly and looks again to the mirror, taking blush to her cheeks. You explain her that Eren talked to you after that.

"Oh, so he's going to the party?" she asks. You nod. "Porco told me he wasn't that interested, so he'll probably pass." You really hope Porco is right while you two walk to Reiner's house, a big duplex near the campus. You can hear music and people talking from the corner of the street. Reiner opens the door for you.

"Y/N!" he says, quickly hugging you. Pieck waves her hand at him. "Come on, girls, enter." he lets you in. There isn't a huge amount of people. Jean and Connie from the Waterpolo club are playing beer pong and Bertholdt is serving some drinks. You look around, but you don't know if you want to find him or make sure he isn't there.

It seems like Eren isn't there, for your luck. Bert gives you the drink you asked for and you thank him. There's a couple people talking near a speaker, another ones are playing on Reiner's TV and another ones are dancing. Reiner smiles.

"If you need anything, the rooms and the living room are up. There's a bathroom in that door and another one upstairs." he says. You smile at him. "I'll be around here if you need me." he says. You nod and he disappears, giving your arm a soft squeeze. Pieck tells you that she's going outside and you decide to stay inside. The juice with a little bit of vodka is kinda strong, but it tastes sweet. You hear a hum near you.

"What are you drinking?" you roll your eyes, turning around. Eren's tall body is there, smiling at you. He looks into your cup. "Juice?" he asks. You raise a brow.

"Do you care?" he lets out a melodious laugh. "Don't you have friends?" you can almost feel all the gazes in you. Envy gazes, surprise gazes. You know they're commenting. "How did she get his attention?" "Sure he's playing with some bad toys" You look at Eren.

"I do. But my interest tonight is in you." he tells. "After all, you deserve private representations of what we were doing, since you were that curious."

"Get lost, please." you ask him. He smirks. Taking your cup, he smells it. He gives it back to you.

"Don't drink that much." he says. You look at him. Is he now giving you orders? Taking the cup to your lips, you drink under his gaze. He raises a brow when you take the cup away from your mouth. You weren’t going to get orders and less form a dork like him. Surprisingly, his thumb takes a drop that slides from your lips. He licks it.

"Tastes sweet." it's all he says, before disappearing. Did he just licked it? You put the cup on a near table and follow him outside. He's lighting a cigarette. He smiles at you when you arrive.

"What was that. What you did inside." you ask. He laughs.

"We can't waste alcohol, can we?" he says. He walks closer to you. His bun is still low and loose, and he's wearing his waterpolo team t-shirt with ripped black jeans. A big 5 in his t-shirt. The number he uses on the water. "Do you smoke?" he asks, offering you the cigarette. You shake your head. He raises a brow. "Wanna try?" he asks. You're not into that type of things but, maybe, the way his green eyes challenged you makes you nod. You want to show him you're capable. He gives you the cigarette. "Want me to teach you?" When he ended the phrase, you're coughing. He laughs. "Such an impatient girl, hm?"

He takes the cigarette again, taking a puff, his lips right on the spot you stained with gloss. He gets closer. "Let me show you." his lips touch yours quietly and you feel the smoke flowing between your mouths, entering yours. You’re unable to move, even when he’s kissing you. It feels nice, feels warm and soft against your mouth, the smoke entering right from his parted lips. You want more. More of him. He parts. "Breath out quietly." Why are you following his orders now? You do it softly, his gaze on your lips while you do it. "Good girl."

That was hot. You can't deny it. The way he passed the smoke to you, how he looked at you. Oh, goddess. He smiles, stepping on the cigarette. Your legs feel like jelly and your heart races when he gets closer.

"You liked it?" he asks, a sweet purr on your ear. You nod. You did. Now you get why everyone is always around Eren. He's naturally magnetic, attractive. He’s the type of person that bewitches, that makes you follow his orders even when you don’t want you. He can make you weak for you from just a single peck. "I know more tricks with my mouth than passing smoke" he says. That makes you cringe a little, get down of your bubble.

"You're so dirty minded." You say. Maybe he was starting to attract you, to make you fall for him. You won't. You need to go out. Far from him. Far before you fall.

"I was starting to have fun." he whispers. You start to walk, heading to Reiner's house again. Eren follows you quietly. You've seen enough romantic films to know every single way he has to take you to his bed. You sigh. Inside, a lot of people is dancing. You also want to. Eren follows you quietly while you enter the improvised dance floor, a empty space between two sofas, moving to the song. It's hot inside Reiner's house, a stupid amount of people dancing together, bodies close and teasing movements. Maybe Eren tries to seduce you outside, but it is your time to make him beg for you. Moving your head and your body, you see him from th corner of your eye. He's there, behind you, his hands tingling. He wants to touch your body, that tiny red dress and that velvety skin. He wants to mark that exposed neck with his bites, tangle that hair with his fingers, feel you against him. You take one of his hands, putting it on your hips. He swallows.

"You're not that brave now." you whisper, without letting him hear you. His other hand finds your belly, going up to the low cut of Pieck's dress. His hand touches your skin, making you gasp. He gets close. "You won." he whispers on your ear, his hands sneaking, touching every showing skin he finds. You smirk, turning around. You're not aware of Reiner's sad gaze. "I won?" you ask. He smiles, his face getting closer, as if he wanted to kiss you. "Hmh." he hums. You smile at him, letting your body meet his really close, making you feel every part of Eren’s body. You raise a brow. "There's evidence of my win." you joke, Eren's lips curving on a teasing smile.

"You should take responsibility of your trophy." he feels your hands on his arms, making him sigh. He takes your hand and guides you upstairs. "Wait, Eren, wait!" you ask him. People look at you, going head to the second floor, your hand jailed on his. Almost everybody knows now what you two are going to do. "Eren, everybody will..."

"Let them talk. We can have a good time while they spend their last braincells making rumors." he says. He's kinda right. You shouldn't care of what people say or what people think. "But it is Reiner's house." you tell him. He smiles.

"He lets me use the guest room to sleep. It's almost my room. My brother doesn't really like my company, I guess." he says. You feel bad for Reiner. He's such a sweetheart with you, and everybody thinks he likes you. And there are you, about to make out with Eren on his house. But you're drunk of him, of his smell and his skin, his deep voice and his green eyes. You can't help. You need him. He opens the room and lets you in. You don't have even time to see the room, feeling his lips on yours as soon as he closes the door, his hand sneaking behind your back to lock it. One of his arms rest above your head, against the wood, and the other pulls you closer to his body from your low back. His hand grabs your ass roughly, making you jump a little. He giggles against your mouth. His lips taste like tobacco and mint bubblegum. He parts.

"Are you drunk?" he asks. You shake your head. You take his hair on your hand, trying to make him cover your mouth again with his. He gives you a peck. "You want this?" he asks. Your hands search his chest, defined muscles under the team t-shirt.

"I want you, Eren." you don't even know who you are. He has you crazy, begging for him and his kisses, feeling his hotness in your body. You want it. You want him. "Please.". His superiority smirk covers your lips again, your body arching to feel his closer, the grip on you harder, his other hand still on the door. He parts your lips quietly, the softer action of all he has done until now. You feel his tongue caressing yours quietly. It feels nice. His hand takes the border of your red dress, lifting it, asking for your consent. You nod at him, his hand moving it to your waist. He parts to look down, your underwear on his vision camp. He passes his tongue on his lips while his eyes scan that cute black panty you’re wearing. He likes it. Simple, something a cute innocent girl like you would wear. The thought arouses him. He’s going to ruin you, the sweet little girl that seems too tiny for him.

“What a precious panty, doll.” he hums, his knee going up until it meets the black fabric. Then, with a smirk, he makes pressure up, your body feeling his knee hot and hard against your wetness. You gasp and he smiles. “Such a desperate fucktoy.” he whispers, his lips near your open ones, your sighs every time he moves his knee against you. He likes that expression on your face. The way your cute lips are open in silent pleasure signs. He would love to watch them open around another thing, but he takes his free hand to your mouth, his long thumb caressing your lips before entering your mouth, pressing your tongue while you keep making that expression that has become his favorite. “Suck.” he asks. You obey, your mouth gently sucking his thumb, your tongue playing circles around it. He keeps that game on your cunt, making you lose your concentration on sucking his finger. He puts his knee down, you feel the emptiness between your legs. He takes his phone, tobacco pack and a lighter from his pocket, putting them on the near bed. Then, he takes your hands, guiding them to the fabric of his jeans. You understand what he wants and take the button off, then, unzipping his pants. They fall around his ankles, his muscled legs and his underwear is revealed. He sighs when your hand finds the bulge. You look at him again, spreading kisses on his jaw. His hand covers yours while you try to sneak it in his underwear. He sighs when he feels your cold hand against him, fine and elegant fingers taking his shaft softly. His head rests against the arm on the wall, your kisses going down his body. When you were about to kneel, he takes you up again.

“I’ll let you take a taste of it later.” he sighs again, your hand squeezing harder, making him gasp. His hand closes around your neck, not hard enough to choke you, just a grab. A way to make you know who’s in charge. He kisses you. “Now.” he says, out of breath. His fingers take your panty, sliding it down your legs. He looks at your half- naked body, the dress covering just your thorax. “I want to fuck you right”. He takes your body, pinning you against the wall, your legs around his waist and your hands gripped to his t-shirt. He takes his hand down, the other one holding you in place. His hand strokes his shaft a couple times, also making sure you’re ready enough to take him, before starting to put it in. He feels excited. How your body seems so little between his and the wall. How you’ll struggle to take all of him in. His cock twitch in anticipation. He can’t wait to be deep in you, to know how much of him can you take, but he wants to make it right. Make this something you’ll beg for. Make him feel superior. He pushes slowly, feeling every squeeze and every movement your walls make against him. You moan and he lets out the deepest groan. He doesn’t wait that much to move against you, even when he’s not fully inside, your lips parting to the sensation of him caressing your insides. He puts you against the wall, making the hold easier for him. He thrusts into you with such a power and strength that you feel your head dizzy. He keeps moving, lewd sounds and mixed heavy breaths leaving your mouths. He feels how he’s going deeper and deeper. He smirks.

“That’s it. You’re taking it so good, like the cockslut you are. You struggled to take all of me in that little cunt, all stuffed by me. Such a doll, hm?” he says, out of breath. You nod while he keeps moving against you, you hand taking his hair as his mouth bites your neck. “You were a brat this morning, a fucking tease, but now you’re behaving like a good girl.” he whispers, before bitting you again. One of his hands sneak to the part you two are connected, and he caresses you gently, his fingers knowing perfectly were to touch. You gasp. “You like it, don’t you?”. Your back starts to hurt a little, the wood door is too hard to be resting against. Eren doesn’t mind, his muscles flexed while he keeps moving you up and down his length. “You’re about to, hm?” he asks. “You’re squeezing me. Hard.” He groans. It's true, you're feeling it as well, the knot on your belly that announces your end, pleasure maximized by Eren’s fingers. His lips cover yours, a strand of spit connecting your mouth when he parts, your mind unable to make a coherent sentence. You take your hands to his back, helping him with your movements, reaching your end faster. He isn’t going to edge you. He feels merciful today. He’ll let you cum after all you did for him, after how good you’re squeezing him, after the pretty expressions you made. You fall on his arms with a long sigh, juices dripping down the two of you as you keep shaking on his arms. He smirks. "Oi, you came really hard." He puts you down on the floor again, quietly sliding out of you. He's still as hard as he was. "I'm that good at it?" he asks. Then, he grabs your jaw, making you look at him. "Or maybe you're just a slut for me?"

You blush. You did. He knew where to bite, where to touch and where to thrust. You couldn't help, he’s good at this. He pats your head softly. "Now, in reward, since you didn't wait for me, you could use that pretty little mouth you used to tease me this morning in something more interesting, hm?" he asks. You know what he's asking for. Before you kneel, he sits on the bed, tying his hair again while a cigarette hangs from his lips. Then, he pushes softly by your shoulders. You hear him inhaling the smoke. Taking his phone, he makes you look at him, pulling your jaw quietly. “Do you mind if i film you?” You shake your head. Filming is quite interesting, and hot, definitely hot. “Promise me that those videos will never leave your phone”. He smiles, a soft and genuine smile, offering you his hand. You shake it.

“Promise.”

The image is quite hot, your face resting in his tight and your hands caressing him, while his parted lips let go moans mixed with smoke. He takes two fingers to your mouth, the other hand taking the phone. He films your hands, your expression, his words.

"You look pretty with your mouth full of my fingers, but I prefer another thing, doll." he says, quietly pushing your head, making an intrusion in your mouth. He sighs. "Fuck. Show the camera, pretty." You try to wipe the tears away and he caresses your jaw, making you look to the phone filming you. “Show it how you suck me.” You think about him, watching this video in the loneliness of his dormitory, no light, his hand sneaking into his pants. "Do it alright and we'll be done in a second." he says, taking a puff again. He smokes too much for your preference. His fingers, still full of your saliva, impact against your ass. "Faster, doll." he asks. Slap again. Again. You feel your skin tingling under his slaps, hot and red. "I would also like to ruin that pretty ass you have." He grabs it this time, the camera pointing at his big hand squeezing your buttock. You keep sucking under his sighs and gasps, helping yourself with your hand. He smiles. "That's it, I'm already." he moves his hips against you, strong enough to make you feel it. Tears come again to the corners of your eyes as he keeps moving, stronger, the camera pointing everywhere while he loses himself. "You want it? Should I let you have it on your mouth? Or maybe on your pretty face?" he gasps at the thought of your face full of his seed, and maybe that's what makes him pull it out and paint you. With a final sigh, Eren pauses the video, putting out the cigarette against an ashtray. You rest again near his legs as he looks at you. His hands grab your neck again, making you sit on his lap. “You should clean that mess. Don’t want everybody to know how much of a slut you are for me.” he says, his fingers outlining your lips. “And I’ll keep this.” he says, taking the panties he throw away earlier. “You know where to find me if you wanna get them back. Or maybe give me new ones.”

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cvtqr · 3 years

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hey roomie!

pairings; eren jaeger x reader

content warning; eren jaeger x f!reader

content warning; friends to lovers, masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie

being eren jaeger’s roommate was... well, challenging. he was always up late doing extra work his boss assigned him, bringing his friends over, his brother barging in once a day.

you didn’t want to move out though, i mean you could never afford a place on your own. plus you had a good relationship with eren. you were connected through your cousin reiner in college. you guys got pretty close and by graduation the both of you decided to share an apartment for expense reasons.

as of right now, eren was interning at a company called scout. a business ran by no other than the semi-famous, and extremely handsome, erwin smith. eren was working in one of the offices managed by levi ackerman. you figured having someone as powerful and smart as levi guiding you, eren was going places in that company.

as for you, you were currently employed in a bar and grill restaurant called marleys.

“i’m headin’ out, see ya galli!”

“see ya tomorrow, text me in the morning.”

friday nights were usually the worst over at marleys, but today was different. some new workers joined the crew and my boss, galliard, wanted to see how they handled the pressure of a packed night. considering that, he gave me the night off.

living with eren for almost a year i’ve come to take notice of his schedule. every friday i get the notification someone’s at our front door at the same time. 12 am is when he comes home on fridays. it’s been like that since the first few weeks you guys lived together while you were still unemployed.

at least it’s only 7pm now. i can finally have some peace and quiet time to myself with no distraction. once i got home the first thing i did was change into my pajamas. it felt nice not having to worry about closing doors or anything, at least for the time being. eren wouldn’t be home for another 4 and a half hours so you could sit in the living room naked for all you cared.

you didn’t have to do anything but enjoy the peace and quiet, so that’s what you did. you plopped down on top of your made bed and just looked around. that was until your eyes met the picture collage on your night stand. specifically the one picture in the collage.

it was from last summer, you and all your friends at a pool party. the one person you had your eyes on though, was eren. how he looked with his shirt off, his damp hair thrown into a messy bun, his swimming trunks wet from just getting out of the water. to top it off, a smug grin on his face while wrapping his arm around you as you sat on his lap. completely innocent of course, there just wasn’t enough room for everyone to fit in the frame of the shot.

you don’t know what got into you during the next few minutes, but some how your hand found the hem of your pants. slowly bringing it down you started to rub circles around your clothed clit, all while thinking of your roommate. as the heat in your pants began to grow, you finally decided to let loose.

you pulled your pants, along with your panties, down and disregarded them on the floor, flipping back onto your side. you were on full display for anyone who walked in and turned down the small hallway of the apartment. you didn’t even consider the possibility of eren coming back home early. no, you didn’t even think of getting up to shut the bedroom door. was it because some part of you wanted him to come home early and see you?

it was dark in the apartment when eren got home. the only sort of light reflecting was the dim light of your lamp coming out of your bedroom. walking over to put his stuff down on the counter, he turned on the main lights.

if you weren’t digging your fingers into your cunt fantasizing about your roommate, so good to the point where you had to squeeze your eyes shut? then maybe you could’ve heard him come in and just maybe you could’ve seen the kitchen and living room light up.

but he heard you first.

not only was the small light coming out of your room, but soft little moans and grunts.

sneaking quietly to the door of your room, eren rested on your door frame, you still not noticing him. he figured you were too deep in your thoughts, and your cunt, to hear him.

that was until you felt your orgasm building up.

“e-eren”

“i’m over here, y/n.”

you quickly realized that you weren’t hearing things and that for the first time in almost a year, eren came home and early. you quickly pulled your fingers out and reached over to your throw blanket, now covering you bottom half.

oh god he’s going to kick me out. he doesn’t want to live with such a pervert. some roomate, masturbating to the mere thought of him. that was all your brain could comprehend as eren walked over to you and took a spot on the edge of your bed.

“you know, i was going to let you be and go fuck my fist to the sound of your pretty little whimpers. but now i know you were thinking of me. i figured you’d wanna help me out with my ‘issue’ ”

what. i mean of course you weren’t going to deny. but will this change anything between the two of you? fuck it’s already changed after that

“will it change anything between us? like- would we still be good friends and roommat-“

“stop worrying so much, y/n. i just admitted to getting off to the thought of you, after i actually just walked into you doing the same exact thing.”

he crawled over your bed and landed hovering over you.

“things are already different”

he leaned down and captured his lips with yours. more of a gentle, passionate kiss, which led to a more rougher one just a few seconds later.

“want you eren.” you mumbled out between kisses

your hands trailed down to the belt of his pants before he slapped them away.

“i’m not giving you anything until you’re more specific. what do you want now, sweet girl?”

“want your cock, i want your cock eren!”

his hands trailed down to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over you. the second you were exposed to him, his mouth latched onto you, sucking dark marks onto the flesh of your brest. his other hand now working on the other one, swirling around the sensitive nub.

after he was satisfied with all the whispers coming out of your sweet mouth he looked back up at you.

“want my cock hm?”

you never nodded your head so quickly in your life

“a little more specific baby... come on your so close!”

“want it, want it in my pussy, please eren. just please fuck me already.” at this point you were about to cry for him

“good, i think you deserve your reward for using your big girl words.”

moving your hands back down to his pants, you successfully removed his belt, this time without him slapping you away.

but it was him that quickly shuffled his pants and boxers down.

“i’m on the pill as long as you’re clean.”

his cock twitched at the thought of fucking you raw, his cum filling you up.

before you knew it, eren had pinned your arms above your head with one hand, using the other to guide your hips up. his large cock entered you and he bottomed out.

giving him a nod of approval, he slowly pulled back out, before harshly thrusting right back in. your legs quickly wrapped around his hips, pulling him in closer. his hands let go of your wrists, he was now using it to hold your chest down as he sucked and nipped at your neck. your hands held onto his shoulders, tugging onto his shirt.

without missing a thrust, he slid his shirt off with just one hand, soon returning to work on your neck. your hand met with his now bare shoulder, slightly digging your nails into it. your other hand found it’s way to erens hair, tangling into his messy bun. right as your hand met his hair, he pounded right into your g-spot.

this caused you to let out a loud moan, almost sounding like a scream of pleasure. your hand tightly gripped around his hair. harshly pulling it back.

“fuuuuck, that’s it? that’s the spot isn’t it?”

the only answer he needed is when you let out the same reaction once he hit over that same spot again. he had won you. he continued to abuse your g-spot all while you roughly tugged his hair back.

the wave of pleasure the two of your were experiencing was mesmerizing.

“fuck eren, i’m gonna-”

before you could even finish your sentence you creamed all over eren’s cock.

“please let me, inside, fuuck please.”

once he got the soon nod of approval, he poured his cum out. he did what he’s been fantasizing about since college. he finally fucked you and came inside. and he came hard.

when he pulled out the mixture of cum started to leak out of your hole. that was when eren used his figures to push it back in.

“no, no, not one drop of this is going to be wasted. you understand?”

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bruhstories · 3 years

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You Truly are Beautiful when You Cry

Summary: Y/N leaves a party only to find Eren in front of her apartment. Shit happens. Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader, mentioned Eren x Mikasa (modern AU) Warnings: language, mentions of loss of virginity, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), masochist!Reader, toxic and dominant Eren, sadist!Eren, face slapping, mentions of blood, mention of toxic relationships, dacryphillia — Eren’s nuts, just fiy Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: I just wanna say, I have absolutely nothing against Mikasa, I like her a lot, but for the purpose of this fic, Y/N hates her. Also, shameless smut y’all. I feel like this needs a part two — who knows, maybe one day.

You and Eren have been friends since childhood — not inseparable, like he was with Mikasa and Armin, but good friends nonetheless. It came as a shock to you when him and Mikasa started dating, almost feeling disgusted, considering they were practically siblings. You tried your best to be supportive of their relationship, but Eren knew you too well for your own good, and sometimes you had to swallow down the vomit when you saw them together. It was even more shocking when you left Connie's party and found Eren on the stairs leading up to your apartment. He had a blank stare, not a single hint of emotion behind his emerald eyes, his lips pursed and waiting for you. You almost didn't recognise him in the dim light, his bun dishevelled, locks of hair covering his face.

"Jaeger? Is that you?" You asked, keys between your fingers, ready to hit.

"In the flesh, Y/L/N." He replied, his voice empty. You two had a habit of calling each other by your last names ever since you met in kindergarten. You lowered your hand and rushed to him, wondering if something happened tonight.

"Are you okay? You disappeared from the party all of a sudden. Armin was worried sick-"

"We broke up." The words caught you off guard, but in a sick twist of events, you were happy to hear that. In a way, you knew their relationship was doomed from the very beginning, surprised that it even lasted three full years.

"Shit." You chewed your lip in the darkness of the hallway. "Come on, let's go inside, you can tell me everything."

Eren looked at the hand you extended and gripped it tightly, helping himself up. The two of you had an odd friendship, to say the least. Before Mikasa, Eren would tease you, sexual innuendos all over the place, he'd seen you naked countless times, you caught him jacking off once. You both lost your virginities to one another, no strings attached. But you did get attached. You got so attached when him and Mikasa started dating and the rotten feeling ate you from the inside out.

You flipped the switch inside your flat and threw your backpack on a chair, along with your jacket. Eren kicked his boots off and threw himself on the couch with a growl while you pulled out a bottle of vodka from the fridge. He always acted like your apartment was his.

"Food?"

"No."

"Alright. Now tell me, what happened?" You asked, seating beside him and passing him the alcoholic beverage. He took a sip to wet his dry throat and threw his head back.

"We went in a room at Connie's. I wanted to tie her up with that stupid scarf she keeps wearing — my scarf — and she kept saying no." Eren explained before taking a few more sips. You nodded, eager to hear the rest of the story and trying your best to contain your giddiness. "I didn't force her or anything. She started spewing shit about how I changed, how I'm always angry and aggressive, how we don’t make love anymore. How I'm not the pure, innocent boy she fell in love with." He practically mocked the sentence. "And then that was it. Said we aren't compatible anymore and that she wants out of this 'toxic' relationship." Eren gestured quotation marks in the air while you took the bottle and downed some vodka yourself.

"Man, I'm really sorry to hear this." You lied. The sound of his dark laughter sent shivers down your spine, the little hair on your arms and the back of your neck standing up. "Something funny, Jaeger?"

"You're such a terrible liar, Y/N." Eren slightly turned his head to look you in the eye. Your own name rolling down his tongue sounded so natural, so perfect. You tried to speak, but the words stopped in your throat when he moved closer, his figure hovering above your petite frame. "What, you think I didn't know?"

"K-know what?" You finally managed, a short-circuit in your brain.

"That you're so obviously in love with me." Eren flashed you a sneer.

"Am not—" slap

His palm met your cheek, hard enough to flush it crimson, but not hard enough to hurt. Mouth agape, you just couldn't respond. For three long years you waited for this man to come to his senses and realise how much you truly loved him, how much you devoted yourself to him, how much you support him. Not Mikasa, you.

"You don't have to hide anymore, Y/N." Eren kissed your forehead and you were putty in his hands. "I know you’ve loved me since we first fucked. I know how much you yearn for me to fuck you again."

"You're delusional!" You finally told him, despite how correct he was.

"Prove me wrong then. Go on, yell at me, shove me. Do it." But you couldn't do it, could you? Your luscious lips parted open, then they closed. "That's what I thought." He crushed his lips onto yours in a sloppy, wet kiss, your hands tangling in his messy hair, the bun long gone. Eren's calloused hands snaked around your waist and under your shirt and, in a moment of clarity, you stopped him.

"W-wait, you two just broke up! I don't want to be your rebound—"

"Who said anything about that?"

"Are you insane? You loved her!"

"Have I?"

The simple question made you realise that Mikasa bight have been right all along. That something was indeed wrong with Eren. The lack of empathy and emotion, the aggressive behaviour, the manipulation. Yet, it didn't bother you, because he came to you specifically. He could've hooked up with any other girl from the party, but he wanted you.

"Don't spoil the moment, Y/N. I might change my mind."

"No, please!" The words came out of your mouth without a warning, strengthening the fact that you were completely and hopelessly desperate.

"Perfect." Eren purred in your ear. That was all he needed to hear before his shirt was on the floor and his hands on your thighs. You tentatively pulled your skirt up, spreading your legs for him, just for him. "Good slut."

The degrading praise earned him a mewl from you, your hips thrusting into his touch, wanting more. Eren didn't waste any more time, and his fingers rubbed your wet folds through the fabric of your thongs. Your muscles instinctively flexed at the touch, your body burning with need and lust. His other hand trailed off to find your perfectly soft, round breasts. Your own hands roamed through his black hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you merely whispered 'more', unable to speak louder.

"Tell me, have you been whoring around these last years?" Eren demanded, fingers pushing your panties to the side. It slightly bothered you how much he talked during this, but, as always, Jaeger got what he wanted.

"N-no..." You told him, quiet as a mouse, but he wouldn't have any of that. Like a maniac, he ripped the lace lingerie off of you, scratching your thighs in the process. You could feel the burning sensation in the markings he left.

"I told you, Y/N, no fucking lies. I wanna know every single man who's touched you."

"W-why? Why does it m-matter?" You stuttered, your eyes searching his. Why did it matter, though? It wasn't like he cared about who you fucked. Unless... unless he did care. And his relationship with Mikasa was nothing but a mistake on his part.

"Because," Eren oh so slowly caressed your folds with his long fingers, "you're mine. Always have been, always will be." He easily slipped his index finger inside of you. "And I won't fuck you unless you tell me who else you slept with."

"Ah– w-with Jean!"

"And?"

"And R-Reiner!" You whimpered, frantically fucking yourself with his hand. You were a sight for sore eyes, sprawled on the couch and longing for his touch.

"And?" The word accentuated so hard that you thought he was about to kill you on the spot.

"Fuck– P-Porco and Ah-Annie! I swear, that's it!" You promised, your breath hitching, heartbeat raising.

"One more thing, Y/N. Did you think of me while you fucked them?"

"Yes! Always! P-please, Eren, please fuck m-me! I'm begging you!"

The little plea seemed to satisfy Jaeger. Or so you thought, because he grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you all the way across the apartment to your bedroom, unbothered and unphased by you screaming how much it hurt. He threw you on the shaggy rug in your room, and as you scrambled to gain your composure, you heard Eren's belt hit the floor.

"You should be an expert in sucking cock by now. Prove me how much you want me." He commanded. His voice was low and dangerous, he didn't have to yell to make you scared shitless. Obediently and afraid, you crawled to the bed on all fours, removed your shirt and palmed his hot, hard member. It was already leaking precum, and so your tongue sensually licked the droplets, the saltiness mixed with the aftertaste of vodka in your mouth sending you in a frenzy. He scared you — no, he terrified you, but you couldn't deny you were enjoying this. Mikasa didn't like it rough? Fuck that, you would let Eren kill you if it pleased him. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock and worked your way down his shaft, guttural sounds coming from his throat. His hand found its way to your head, and he forcefully pushed it down, stuffing your mouth and throat with his (too) thick member. Tears from pleasure and pain pooled at your Y/E/C eyes and he held you there for a good ten seconds before releasing you.

"Did I make you cry?" Eren asked, his voice almost concerned.

"Mhm." You sobbed with a nod, and he once again grabbed you by the hair, pulled you up and bent you over the wooden bedframe. So much for concern.

"Good." Jaeger slapped your ass so hard you screeched and dug your fingernails in the wood. "Remember what I told you first time I saw you cry?" He asked before positioning himself at your entrance. You nodded — how could you forget? You were both 13 and you got a bad grade, crying your eyes out and thinking that was the end of the world. Normal people would have tried to comfort you and tell you to stop crying. But not Eren. He told you he's never seen anything more beautiful. That should've been a red flag. That should've been a sign to run. Instead, you kept crying as he told you he wanted to see more. A sadist from the very beginning, and you — nothing but a slave.

Eren's thrust woke you up from the distant memory and you arched your back in response. He stretched your walls and it felt like his cock was made for you.

"You don't happen to have any rope, do you?" He asked so nonchalantly.

"N-no-"

"'S alright, we'll just use my belt." Jaeger pulled out and a sense of emptiness filled you. He belonged inside of you — you knew that for a fact — he was meant to be with you. Eren cracked the belt and whipped it all over your exposed ass, your pain-filled scream bringing joy to his ears. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel his sadistic smile burning like the sun on your nape. Before you knew it, he had your wrists tied behind your back, the thin wooden frame pushing into your skin.

"Much better." He decided as he thrusted back inside. You whimpered, moaned, groaned, all sorts of sounds came out of you as his fingers dug into your flesh. As much as you wanted, you couldn't move, gravity pulling you down. You didn't know what hurt more: the bedframe sinking deeper into your abdomen, his deeper thrusts or the tight belt around your wrists. It was safe to say your knees were wobbly, and you could feel the climax getting closer. God, you were pathetic. He barely fucked you and yet you were done for.

"E-Eren! I'm c-coming!"

"I know." He told you absentmindedly, his hand moving from your hip in-between your thighs. "I want you to be good and cum, alright?"

"Yes! Oh, fuck!! Harder – faster!" You moaned as Eren rubbed your swollen clit. A wave of pleasure took over your entire body, your legs trembling as you came all over his cock. He didn't stop, despite you begging him you couldn't take it anymore, instead he kept fucking your numbing cunt, longing for release. It hurt like a bitch to feel his thrusts, and you really wanted him to pull out, but at the same time, you had to do it — for him.

"Whoever told you that you get to tell me when to stop?" Eren bent over and grabbed you by the neck, bringing you closer to him. The fingers around tour soft neck would definitely leave a mark next day. "I'm your god, Y/N!" He groaned in your ear with one final thrust. You both sighed as he pulled out, cum leaking from your folds. You were extremely thankful to be on the fucking pill. He untied your wrists and gathered his underwear and jeans from the floor.

When you noticed him getting dressed, anxiety seeped into your veins. Wasn't he going to stay over? At least for the night? Take a shower? Anything!

"You're leaving?" You asked him, surprising yourself with the condescending tone of your voice.

"Yes?" Eren retorted, baffled by the audacity of your question.

"B-but, where are you going??" Now you just sounded desperate. “We can stay in silenc—"

"To get back with Mikasa."

Your heart sank to your stomach. To do what? Mikasa? How could he do this to you? Shit, it would've been better if you were his rebound, but this? This hurt worse. Your entire body shivered, and not from your climax. You were trembling with anger, disappointment.

"N-no, you're not!" You ran to the front door, despite the pain in your abdomen caused by the wooden bedframe. "Eren, plase! She'll never love you like I do! Please don't go, I'm begging you!"

"Don't be pathetic, Y/N." He rolled his eyes. That stupid brain in your head made you fall down your knees in front of a fully dressed Eren, tears rolling down your cheeks and trying everything in your power to stall him from leaving. "You truly are beautiful when you cry." He pushed you with his leg and walked past you. You tried to grab his sleeve, his hand, anything, but it was too late.

When the door closed behind him, he didn't know what he'd created. There, on the floor, you swung your body back and forth, knees to your chin, makeup ruined, matted hair. Your fingernails clawed at the wood underneath you until the nail polish chipped and blood seeped at the tip of your fingers. Eren Jaeger broke you into a million pieces, he ripped your heart out of your chest and ate it. But it’s alright, you told yourself between indiscernible words. The only word that you could coherently say over and over again was revenge.

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You’re sitting next to Reiner, who is currently eyeing the different girls in the pool, trying to decide who he was going to charm his way into and ask out next. You sigh, shaking your head at his antics. Typical. Slightly nudging Reiner with your elbow, you pull his gaze off of the girls in the pool. “Hey Reiner.” He hums in response, turning to look at you. “I’m going to go get a drink. I’ll be right back.”

He nods his head, and with that you stand up and walk over to the outside bar. Walking up to the man working the bar, you take a seat on one of the stools. “Can I have a piña colada? Virgin please.”

“Sure, no thing.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll have the same thing she’s having.” Looking at the source of the voice, you see a tall, tanned skinned guy with long brown hair tied up in a messy bun walking up to the bar. He takes a seat a few stools away from you. You eye him up and down, taking in his appearance. Starting from the top, you notice his hair is slightly damp, wet strands of hair falling to the sides of his face, framing his structure. He must have been in the pool not long ago. Moving down to his chest, you immediately take notice of his beautiful and sculpted abs.

Damn he’s hot. Eyes moving even lower, you come across his grey shorts, eyeing a noticeable bulge in his pants.

Shit.

Your eyes linger for a little too long then they should have, leading the guy to notice your staring from his peripheral vision. He turns his face to look at you, an amused grin growing on his face. Cocking his head to the side, his mouth opens. “Like what you see?” You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. Realizing you were staring, you turn away in embarrassment, causing him to let out a low chuckle.

“Your drinks.” Thankfully saving you from the situation, the man working the bar slides both of you guys your drinks. You quickly grab it and take a sip, waddling away in your flip flops back to your spot next to Reiner. Feeling your presence next to him, he faces you. “Hey, you're back.”

“Yes I am.”

Looking down, you take a sip of your drink. Reiner playfully nudges you in the shoulder, noticing your distressed state. “What’s wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost.” Ignoring his question, you look up and you see the same guy from the bar on the other side of the pool, talking with a black haired girl and a shorter blonde haired boy boy. Letting your curiosity get the best of you, you decide to ask Reiner a question. “Hey Reiner, who is that?” You motion your chin to the brown haired boy. Reiner looks forward, a look of confusion falling on his face.

“Who is who?”

“The sexy guy on the other side talking to two people.” Laughing at your choice of words, Reiner sees who you’re talking about. “Oh him? That’s Eren Jaeger.”

“Eren Jaeger...” You let the name fall out of your lips, sounding it out for yourself.

Not letting you get away with your words so easily, Reiner plays with you. “So you think he’s sexy?”

“Oh, shut up. I just had an encounter with him at the bar.”

“Well you’re not wrong, he is sexy.” Laughing, you take another sip of your piña colada. Reiner continues. “And he thinks you are too.”

Nearly choking on your drink, you snap your head at Reiner, a confused look on your face. “What do you mean he thinks I am too?”

“I meann that he’s my friend. We were talking earlier and he was telling me how he thought you were pretty cute actually.” Finding his claim too hard to believe, you shake your head. “You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. I’m for real. He’s obviously interested in you. He’s been eyeing you the whole time we were here. You’re just too dense to notice.” You shoved his hard chest, the force nearly knocking him into the pool.

“If I find out you’re lying, I’m killing you.” Laughing, Reiner shakes his head in amusement. “You know you should get with him. I heard he's really good with his fingers if you know what I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, nudging your side a few times with his elbow. Nearly choking on your drink for the second time, you shake your head, bad memories starting to come back to you.

“No. I can’t.” Your voice quieting to a whisper, you talk so only he can hear you. “I haven’t been with anyone since the thing happened, remember?” Reiner nods his head in understanding, but he doesn’t stop there.

“Hey, don’t think about that, okay?” He sighs. “Exactly the reason you need to get with someone again. It’ll be good, trust me. And it won’t be that hard since he obviously wants to get with you too.” Shoving the terrible memories to the back of your head, you actually consider his statement. You look back to the other side of the pool searching for the brown headed boy, only to notice that he isn’t there. About to question where he is, you open your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around, and to your surprise you see Eren standing tall behind you, eyes level with the very noticeable bulge in his grey shorts. Heat immediately rising to your cheeks, you turn away from the delicious view, stopping yourself before you stare again.

“Hey.” He looks down at you, drink still in his hand.

“Oh, hey again.”

He nods his head at Reiner in a greeting manner. “Hey Reiner.”

“Hello Eren.” Chuckling to himself, Reiner stands up, moving to walk away. Confusion spreads on your face. “Hey, where are you going!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll see you later.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you in a teasing manner, cupping his hands around his mouth and mouths, “Get some!” Laughing, he turns and walks away, but he halts besides Eren and leans into his ear, whispering something to him only the two of them can hear. Once he finishes, he walks away.

Suddenly growing nervous, you fidget with your fingers. Eren’s crouches down beside you, his eyes looking into yours. “Mind if I sit here?” Placing your drink to the other side, you shake your head. “No, not at all.” He takes a seat beside you, placing his own drink on the other side of him and dipping his own feet into the water too. Not being able to help yourself, you side eye him up and down once again. This time there’s black sunglasses on the top of his head, stopping his bangs from falling to his face. You not so secretly admire his bare chest and his body, not knowing Eren is admiring yours as well.

The sun is slowly setting before you, light shadows casting over the backyard, a cool breeze blowing in the air. Eren is the first one to talk.

“So, I haven’t seen you around before. Are you just moving here?” He turns to look at you, and the air is taken out of your lungs. God, his eyes, they're beautiful. A gorgeous shade of blue. No green. Turquoise? Either way, the sight is simply enough to melt everything else away. Eren’s question finally registering in your brain, you quickly snap yourself out of your daze, answering his question.

“No no not really, I just didn’t go out much during school. But now that summer is here I plan to get out more this time.” You can see his face light up in curiosity. “So I’ll be seeing more of you? He turns to the pool, nodding his head in satisfaction. “Good to know...”

“I guess you will.” A moment of silence falls before Eren opens his mouth again. “You aren’t going in the pool?

“Well actually,” You lower your head in slight embarrassment, “I don’t know how to swim.” Eren looks at you, a shocked look spread across his face. “You can’t swim?”

“Nope.” You say shaking your head, popping the p. His lips turn into a teasing grin. “Loser. Why go to a pool party if you can’t swim in the pool?” You look at him, your brain going into defensive mode. “Hey! Pool parties are fun. And you don’t actually have to go in the pool to have fun just so you know.”

“What if you get pushed into the pool?”

“Then I guess I’ll die a miserable death.” Laughing at your awfully morbid joke, Eren shakes his head. “I guess I’ll just have to protect you, huh.” Furrowing your eyebrows, you question what he means.

“What do you mean, you’ll just have to protec-” You are cut off by the sound of someone’s voice calling him. Both of you look over to the person. You see the same boy with blond hair that Eren was talking to earlier dramatically waving his hand over his head. “Hey Eren! Come on we’re about to start.” Eren sighs, nodding his head at the boy. “Coming!” He turns back to you.

“I guess I’ll talk to you later, non swimmer.” A brief look of disappointment falls on your face, but you quietly mask it with a smile, nodding your head.

You liked talking to him. He was like a breath of fresh air, despite literally being outside, even if he was making fun of you. Giving you a heartwarming smile, he picks up his drink and stands up, about to walk away, but then he leans in to your ear. “Oh, I never got your name.” His breath is hot, and it tickles your skin, sending cold tingles down your spine. You catch a whiff of the pina colada he had earlier in his breath. You told him your name, and he repeated it under his breath, sounding it out on his own lips. “Pretty.” The way your name came out of his lips sounded like music to your ears. “Mines Eren.”

With that he walks away, and almost as soon as Eren is out of your sight, Reiner returns to your side. “Hey, some of us are about to go inside to play a game, let’s go join them, and you can also meet some of my friends.” Sounding like a good idea to you, you nod your head and stand up from your position, leaving your pina colada. As you’re about to walk away, Reiner smirks, leaning in from the side into your ear.

“Wow, I bet you can’t wait till you two are in the bedroom.” Anger rising from the inside of you, you push Reiner again, this time actually pushing him into the pool.

Splash!

“Hey!” He flops around in the water, water splashing on you and all around. Erupting into a fit of laughter, you run away to get Reiner a towel to use as a peace offering before he can get out and push you in the pool too. You can’t be dying a miserable death this early.

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Side by side, you and Reiner walk into the living room. You are greeted by the sight of nine people sitting on the floor in a circle, a deck of playing cards in the middle. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, Reiner moves to speak. “Hey guys! This is my friend.” He introduces you, and you smile at all of them, saying hi. You scan over the room, seeing all different types of people who look close to your age, and your eyes land on a certain brown haired boy in particular.

Eren.

Almost as if he can feel your staring, his turquoise eyes meet yours. You immediately rip your gaze away, moving closer to Reiner's side. He softly grabs your wrist, leading you both to a vacant spot in the circle. You end up sitting next to a blonde haired girl, who’s talking to someone else positioned on the other side of her. Turning to look at you, she introduces herself with a smile. “Hey, my name is Annie.”

“Oh, hey Annie.” You tell her your name. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” She brings her attention back to the person she was talking to. Looking around once more, you see that you’re sitting almost directly across from Eren, his eyes already on you. Feeling a little uncomfortable, you desperately try to avoid his piercing gaze, looking to the ground and fidgeting with your fingers.

“Ok so guys!” The same average sized blonde haired boy that called Eren earlier clasps his hands together and begins talking. “We are going to be playing a card game called Screw Your Neighbor.” He looks around the room. “Do any of you guys not know how to play?” Remembering the familiar game since you played it at a previous party, you shake your head no along with everyone else.

He smiles a gorgeous smile. “Great, so let’s get started.” And the game begins.

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For the first night of summer, you have more fun than you have had all year. A lot of that fun must be due to the fact you’ve had to drink a few times due to losing. But luckily, you’re not even close to drunk, as it takes a lot for you to just get wasted. But you are a little tipsy. And you also really aren't the best at card games, even if it’s just a game of pure luck.

Not paying attention to your surroundings much, you don’t notice Eren’s turquoise gaze on you while eating. By now almost everyone has a snack with them, and apparently Eren has the messiest one. You’ve been stealing glances at him all night, and when you look over at him, you see that he has a melting popsicle in his hand, the treat dripping down his wrist. He has some of the popsicle trickling down the sides of his mouth, but he doesn’t seem to pay any mind to it, and neither does anyone else. This must be normal for him to eat like an animal.

His pink tongue darts out of his mouth, the tip slowly licking the juice that got on the sides. Once again feeling your gaze like some psychotic person, Eren’s eyes meet yours, a mischievous glint twinkling in his eyes.

Eren’s going to have his fun with you.

Bringing the popsicle up to his mouth, he sticks it into his mouth, very slowly moving it all the way in. His tongue swirls around the popsicle, licking all the excess juice off, turquoise eyes never leaving yours. Eyes glued to Eren mouth fucking his popsicle, your head is telling you to look away, but you just can't. He is still shirtless, the melting popsicle trickling pink down his bare chest. He very slowly but surely takes a popsicle out of his mouth, sucking on every inch about to come out.

How the fuck has no one called him out.

He’s basically eye fucking you, turquoise eyes undressing you from across. Swiping his tongue around his mouth, he licks the melted popsicle from his lips. Heat rising to your cheeks, you decide that this is too much for you. You need a way to get out of this.

Standing up abruptly, you make your excuse. “Hey guys, can someone show me the bathroom?” Just finishing the popsicle, Eren immediately shoots up from his seat, not even wasting a moment for his chance. He gives you another mischievous smile, obviously planning something in his head. “Here, I’ll show you.” Looking to the side, you see Reiner shooting you a knowing smirk. Rolling your eyes at him, you hesitantly nod your head at Eren. He walks over to your side and leans in to your ear like before.

“Enjoy the show?” His voice is low and seductive, sweet breath tickling your skin.

Tha - thump.

Another throb down below. Oh Lord you just met this man and the things he’s already doing to you without even doing anything. Noticing your frozen state, Eren just laughs, shaking his head in amusement.

He knows what he’s doing.

“Follow me.” Eren walks in front of you and leads you into a hallway. He comes to a stop in front of the door, looking back at you. “It’s right in here.” He turns the handle and walks in, holding the door open for you. You walk into a bedroom that looks un-slept. The bed is neatly made, fluffy white sheets and white pillows, not a single item out of place. This must be the guest room.

Eren walks to another door, opening it and turning on a light switch. “Here.” He nudges his head towards the doorway. “Thank you.” Your voice comes on as a whisper, afraid that if it’s any louder it might just crack. He nods his head and steps out of the bathroom. “Welcome.”

You walk into the bathroom, mentally going through everything in your mind that just happened. What is this boy doing? Because if he’s trying to seduce you, hell, it's working. Reiner was right, it has been a while since you have received any pleasure at all. Maybe today was the day to continue. Start fresh. The past is the past. Breathing in and out, you muster up all the courage you have in you to go and make your move. You got this. Slowly turning the door handle, you open the door and walk back into the bedroom to see an Eren sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone. His face turns up to look at you once you enter the room.

“Hey. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

Eren nods his head, slipping his phone into his pocket. He stands up, making his way over to you. You also walk closer to him, both of you closing the gap between your bodies, leaving some personal space. His eyes look into yours. “Are you ready to go now?” He tilts his head sideways. You take a step closer to Eren, causing him to raise up an eyebrow in curiousness. Suddenly becoming bold, you get right to the point.

“I kind of want to do something first.” He walks closer to you again, leaning his head down only inches away from yours. “What do you want to do?” You can smell the fruity popsicle in his breath, the scent delighting to your nose, only making you lean your face in closer to his. You sink your teeth into your lips, and his eyes flicker down to look at them.

“This.” Grabbing his face and pulling it closer to you, you attach your lips to his. He immediately kisses you back, lips molding against one another, but then he breaks away for a brief moment, holding your wrists, your hands still on his cheeks.

“How many drinks did you have?” Smiling, you shake your head. “Not much. I’m not drunk. Trust me.” Eren eyes you for a moment, and then he knows it’s true, afterall he can tell when someone is wasted.

“So it’s okay if I kiss you?” You nod your head. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Not wasting any time, Eren connects his lips with yours again, tilting his head to the side, deepening the kiss. He softly grabs your hands from your face, moving them to his shoulders. You then move your hands to wrap around his neck, pulling him down to you. His arms snake around your waist, pulling your flesh against his and letting you feel his abs pressing against your stomach. His big hands trail down your curves, stopping at your ass and squeezing, causing you to gasp against his lips.

Eren’s lips are soft and smooth. The kiss is nice and tender, bad memories from earlier disappearing from your mind. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, requesting for access to enter your mouth. You comply, opening your mouth and letting his tongue move in. His tongue darts around your mouth, licking everything in its path. His tongue finds yours, and his own swirls around it, the popsicle move coming into play. You fight him for access, moving your own tongue inside his mouth for your turn. You taste the fruity popsicle in his mouth, savoring the flavor.

Watermelon.

The kiss goes on for a minute, you being the first to pull away for air. You look into Eren’s eyes, stupid grins on both of your faces. He rests his forehead against yours, softly rubbing patterns against your back with his fingers .“That was not bad for someone that can’t swim”, he breathes out.

“You're never going to let that go, are you?”

“Not planning to.”

Laughing, his lips connect to your jaw, then moves down, tracing warm and wet kisses down your neck. Searching for your sweet spot, he knows he has found it when you let out a soft moan, the sound music to his years. He sucks on it for a while, you only realize what he was doing once the spot is already marked.

“Hey! Why’d you do that!”

“Relax princess. I’m simply just marking my territory.” His voice is low and husky, sending another wave of shivers down your spine. Smiling against your neck, Eren’s fingers lightly trace down to your thighs. He softly taps on them a few times.

“Jump.”

Listening to his command, you jump into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping against his waist, his hands grabbing at your thighs. His lips connect back to yours, this time the kiss more hungry, longing for more. He walks you both over to the bed, resting your back against the bed, ruffling up the white sheets. Kissing you for another minute more, his lips trace down your neck, down your collar bones, and onto your shirt. He places kisses down the neck of your shirt, and to one of your breasts, his other hand softly massaging the other. Playfully tugging your shirt, he disconnects his mouth and looks into your eyes again. Smiling a stupid grin at you, he tilts his head.

“Can I undress you?”

Butterflies erupt through your body. Smiling at his sweetness, you nod your head yes. Without wasting a moment, Eren sets you up at the edge of the bed. You raise your hands to give him easier access, and he slowly and seductively pulls your shirt off of your body. He throws it to who knows where, revealing your red laced bra. Smiling a lopsided grin, Eren looks back at you.

“I like the bra. Sexy.” You smile back at him. “Thank you, I try my best.”

Laughing, Eren’s mouth connects with your body again, making his way down your stomach, leaving hot and wet kisses all over. He comes to your waistband, and looks up at you for confirmation before doing anything. You nod your head. Coming back down, he slowly unbuttons your jeans shorts, and pulls the zipper down even slower, knowing damn well what he’s doing. “C'mon Eren.” You place your hands in his hair, whining at his teasing. Finally, he pulls your shorts and panties down in one go and throws them to the same place as your shirt, revealing your soaking wet cunt. Smirking at your pussy, he shakes his head. “Damn, already that wet, and I haven’t even done anything. Do I turn you on that much?” You smack him in the head, heat rising to your cheeks. “Oh, shut up.”

He chuckles. “It's okay baby, you turn me on too.” Not giving you any time to react, Eren rubs your clit, rubbing in slow circles. You try to suppress your moans, afraid that someone will hear you guys in the living room. Rubbing even faster, Eren’s looks into your eyes.

“Let me hear you. Okay princess?” He drags his finger between your folds, making you call out his name. “E- Eren,” You cry out, your words turning into a breathy moan. “That’s what I like to hear. Fuck, you're gorgeous.” He softly muttered against your thighs. Climbing on top of you, Eren connects his lips with you, a soft and slow kiss this time while you wrap your legs around his torso. Slowly, Eren slips one finger into you, groaning at how you clench around his finger. His finger thrusts into you, hitting your sensitive spots. “Shit, Eren.”

“Fuck.” Eren slips another finger into you, causing you to cry out, the already huge bulge in his pants only growing at your sweet sounds. His thumb rubs your clit in circles, the feeling enough to make you go crazy. You scrape your fingers against his back, leaving red lines along his skin. His fingers repeatedly thrust into you, Eren groaning at the lewd noises coming from your slick. Back arching to a curve, your breasts press against his chest. You squeeze your eyes due to the pleasure, throwing your head back into the bed.

“No, no. Look at me baby.” You comply, opening your eyes again, eyes meeting turquoise ones.

“Eren… faster.” He knuckles deep, the pleasure consuming your mind. Grinding your hips to match the wonderful rhythm of Eren’s fingers, you knew you were about to cum. You moan his name out loudly, not caring if everyone could hear you outside. His fingers thrusted into you again, hitting the exact spot you need it to, you come undone on his fingers, leaving a tinted substance. Panting and legs shaking after reaching your high, you watch Eren bring his fingers to his mouth and lick your arousal off, not leaving a single drop left to waste. “You taste so good princess.” He leans in to kiss you, and you can taste yourself on his lips, mixed in with the sweet watermelon flavor from his messy desert.

“Are you guys okay in there?” Loud banging on the door startles you, a yelp coming from your lips. Eren climbs off of you, standing and trying to fix the tightness in his pants. Your lips turning into a small pout at the loss of the warm feeling of his body on top of yours. Grabbing your panties and shorts, he walks to you, Eren gives you a cheeky smile. He kneels down before you, stretching out your underwear and looking up at you through his eyelashes. Getting the gist, you place your right leg into one hole, left leg in the other. Then he helps you with your jeans shorts and your shirt, the same process repeating.

“Have fun?”

“I did actually… Did you?”

“Mhm, a lot.”

More banging on the door.

“Yeah, yeah. We’re fine! Coming out now.” Eren rolls his eyes in annoyance, reaching his hand into his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he scrolls and taps for a bit before reaching a page and handing it to you. “Mind if I get your number?” Nodding your head, you grab his phone from your hand and type in your number. After double checking if you typed in the right one, you hand it back to him.

Eren winks at you, the simple gesture causing butterflies to ignite throughout your body. “Thank you princess.” He walks up to the exit. Both of you forget about the now messy bed, the only thing important right now being each other. Opening the door, Eren steps to the side, allowing you to go first. “After you my lady.”

“Thank you sir.” Before you step out, Eren leans into your ear, lips grazing over your skin. He sensed the sadness radiating off your body. “It’s okay baby. We can continue another day. We have all summer after all.”

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