#i’ll go first. you and eren are always teasing each other during sex. it’s just your dynamic and you’re making quick witted comments like

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♣   —   summary: when you told armin to pick up eren’s call while he was fucking you, you weren’t expecting things to escalate this quickly. not that you were complaining.

♣   —   pairings: armin x reader, eren x reader, armin x reader x eren

♣   —   chapter tags/warnings: oral sex (receiving), spanking, humiliation, degradation, semi-public, degradation kink, rough sex, mirror sex, alcohol and drugs.

♣   —   a/n: thank you so much for all the love you’ve been giving this story so far! it makes me so happy you are all enjoying it so far. when i finished this chapter i realized the influence of halsey’s ‘strange love’ had lmao so if you have a chance, check it out. also this is a eren centric chapter while the next one will be centered around armin c: 

chapter four: the bathroom sink

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Last chance.”

Armin nodded, a soft smile on his lips. You were sitting on his bed, wearing a tiny black dress and high heels. You crossed your arms and legs, a small frown on your face.

“I’m sure. You’ve been wanting to go to Pieck’s party for a long time so you should go,” he said. “I just have too much work. I- my planning skills failed me,” Armin laughed softly.

“Can’t you do them when we get back? It’s the first party we’re attending with Eren. You know since…” you made a funny face, making you both laugh. “It was supposed to be fun for the three of us.”

Your boyfriend walked from his desk to his bed and cupped your face tenderly, thumb brushing against your pouting lip.

“Have fun for me,” he said, your frown deepening. “You look really, really beautiful, though.”

“How beautiful?” you teased him, leaning your head against his palm.

“Enough that I’m having a hard time telling you to go instead of staying here with me,” Armin replied, leaning in and pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“C’mon. Tomorrow morning I submit my last paper and we can have lunch and then watch some movies together,” he offered.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he smiled. You grinned and grabbed his face, placing a lot of small, chaste kisses on his lips, loving the way he giggled at your action. “Go have fun, I promise I’ll come with you to the next one.”

“Not the same without you though,” you reminded him, pulling away and lacing your pinky fingers together.

“Yeah, but Eren’s going, right? You can have fun with him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up at him. “Fun?”

“You know, uh- fun ,” he shrugged, a light blush covering his cheeks as he put his hands inside his pockets. It took you a couple of seconds to understand what he was implying.

“ Oh , okay,” you said, nodding your head softly. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s him, so,” Armin shrugged. You nodded and took his hand to your mouth, placing a kiss on his knuckles. “Still gonna miss you, though.”

Armin smiled, pulling you closer for one last kiss before you left his dorm.

• • •

Pieck’s parties were always a huge success. She only used to throw them twice a year and maybe that’s why they were so special. Everyone sent some money to her and she would make sure to buy enough alcohol and weed to keep everyone satisfied the rest of the night. A part of you thought it was almost impossible everyone’s donations could cover everything but Pieck always seemed more than pleased to put some of her own money for the party.

You had been friends with Pieck for quite some time now, hence why she let you bring some of your friends to the party. Last year you had brought Jean and Armin with you, which led to Jean and Pieck to start dating. You liked how good they looked with each other and that Jean had finally closed the Mikasa chapter and was trying something new. Pieck always seemed calm and collected, loving to nuzzle on Jean’s chest whenever they sat together. Nevertheless, you had also seen her break up a fight with her bare hands between two guys bigger than her. Since then you had a newfound respect and admiration for the brunette.

“Hey, where’s Armin?” Jean asked as he opened the door to let you and Eren inside.

“Got caught up with some projects,” you answered and Jean clicked his tongue. Eren and you took off your jackets and gave it to Jean for him to leave them in Pieck’s room.

“Sucks to be him. Porco and Reiner brought really good weed tonight,” he said as he made his way to the corridor.

Eren and you went to the living room, finding Pieck and her friends already starting with the bong. She complimented your dress and you grinned at her, spinning so she could see the back of it as well. After earning a couple of whistles from Pieck’s friends, you sat beside Eren.

“New dress?” he asked.

“Mmhm, bought it when Pieck said she was throwing another party,” you said. Eren laughed.

“I don’t know how you do this. I put on the first thing I saw in my closet,” he confessed and took the bong from Pieck. You took a moment to eye his black shirt and dark jeans.

“You don’t look so bad,” you commented, shrugging as Eren took a hit. “Is it really good?” you asked.

He hummed. “Want some?”

“I’d rather drink tonight. And last time I mixed weed and rum-”

“Yeah, I remember you sitting by the window with lost eyes like you were in another dimension” Eren chuckled, taking another hit. You hit him with one of the pillows to which he laughed harder.

Ever since the first time you had kissed him, Eren had made sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable around him. He behaved the same way he always did whenever he wasn’t thrusting inside of you as Armin stroked himself.  Somehow it was really comfortable to know your friendship wasn’t in danger, that even if it had shifted to something entirely different he still found it in him to playfully nudge you during class or let you copy his notes if you shared a class.

One hour later, Pieck’s place was packed with people. The music was loud, big speakers filling the apartment as people danced around. Pieck had set a table only for booze and you couldn’t count all the bottles even if you tried. Whiskey, vodka, rum and cans of beer were on display for anyone to take and even if everyone already looked more than a bit tipsy, there was still alcohol to spare.

You watched amused as Eren played beer pong with Reiner, the cups filled with one shot of vodka instead of beer. Reiner won by a very short difference, which made Eren call a rematch, which he finally won. You played your own match with Porco but with beer, winning the match on your first try and making sure to remind him every chance you got the rest of the night, laughing at his pouty face. After dancing with some of your friends, you spotted Eren sitting on one of the sofas and went to sit next to him, asking how he was doing. Even if he swore he was okay, you noticed his head slightly swaying. You suggested dancing it off.

Next thing you knew, one of Eren’s hands was set on your hip as the other was placed on the small of your back, while you had your arms around his neck. The way his hips moving filling your mind with ideas of you riding him, his cock deep inside you as he grabbed your hair in his fist. Your eyes locked on his green ones for one moment before quickly shifting your gaze anywhere else but him. Even if you knew that if you were to make an advance he would be more than willing, you kept repeating to yourself that you weren’t alone. Pieck’s entire apartment was filled with people that knew you were Armin’s girlfriend. Honestly, most of them would take a second look if they saw how close Eren and you were dancing

Eren’s thigh moved forward until they were between your legs, your hips moving on their own against him. You cursed under your breath and then let out a small chuckle, looking back at your friend.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said. Eren raised his eyebrows, amused.

“Am I?”

Before you could reply, Eren had taken both of your hands and in a swift movement, made you spin until your back was against his chest. Not letting go of your hands, he placed them on top of your hips, pulling your ass against his crotch as he kept moving his hips to the beat of the song.

You felt as if every vodka shot you had taken with Pieck had gone straight to your head at once.

“Keep dancing,” Eren whispered against your ear, his voice sending bolts of pleasure directly between your legs.

Moving your hips to the music, you tried to focus on anything other than Eren’s semi-hard cock grinding against your ass. You looked around, afraid someone was going to notice but everyone seemed to be occupied on their own. You noticed Pieck straddling Jean on the couch as she danced on top of him, some other couples making out against the walls or dancing even more lavishly than you and Eren were. Still, you felt your knees getting weaker as you kept feeling his breath against your neck.

You arched your back and started throwing your hips back, your ass bouncing against Eren’s crotch along with the beat of the music. You felt his hands tensing over yours, grabbing your hips much harder as you danced.

Maybe nothing else would have happened if you hadn’t looked over your shoulder. Maybe someone would have whistled and you would have been brought to reality, remembering what everyone thought your status was and how inappropriate they were acting. But you did look over your shoulder, eyes locking for a couple of seconds with Eren, which was more than enough for him to drag you to one of the bathrooms and locking the door behind you.

Eren kissed you roughly as your back hit the bathroom sink, his hands roaming around your body.

“Wait, fuck- can we- is it okay if he?” he tried to ask in between the kiss, his body and mind colliding against each other.

“Yeah,” you said breathless, running up your hands across his back. “He said it was fine.”

That was all Eren needed for his hands to travel up your legs and underneath your small dress. He tugged on your panties and lowered them to the ground and you stepped away, letting him pick them up and storing them in his back pocket. He stood up again, his lips colliding with yours as he grabbed the back of your thighs, helping you get on the counter. His mouth travelled down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses until they reached the mount of your breasts, pressing his face against them and nipping on the skin gently, making sure not to leave marks.

He started lowering, kissing your stomach over your dress with his green eyes on yours as he sunk to his knees. His fingers trailed your skin from your ankles up to your thighs, spreading your legs apart gently until your pussy was in front of him. You looked at him, chest rising up and down from your ragged breathing as you watched him leave small kisses on the inside of your thighs.

“Only fair you get to come on my face this time,” he said. Not even the music outside the bathroom was loud enough for you not to hear him clearly, your legs twitching at his words. He smirked and pulled your legs apart wider as he trailed up a slow path of small kisses to your pussy.

As soon as he pressed his lips against your folds, both you and him noticed how wet you were. He hummed, the vibration of his voice making you breathe heavily, biting back a moan. Eren licked across your slit, collecting all your wetness with his tongue. It was the first time he was going down on you and damn if you weren’t already lightheaded. Plus, the fact you were doing it in your friend’s bathroom with everyone outside added a sultry element you seemed to enjoy.

Eren placed his mouth on you again, his tongue drawing teasing circles around your clit. You whimpered, your hand going to tangle on his hair, messy bun a bit dishevelled. He groaned against you, loving every time you pulled his locks and used the flat part of his tongue on your clit, earning new moans from you. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder as he pushed the other one a little further apart, his mouth still moving on you.

He sucked gently on your clit and you threw your head back, hitting yourself with the mirror.

“Fuck-- Eren, please ,” you panted, your hips bucking against his face. Eren dug his fingers on the plush of your thighs as he kept moving his tongue, getting you closer and closer to your limit.

Eren began lapping exactly where you needed him, a hand shooting to your mouth to muffle your sounds as you whined. Your other hand tightened its hold on Eren’s hair. He let you keep his head in place as you rolled your hips against his face, setting your own rhythm as he saw you search for your high. As soon as he noticed your hips stuttering, its movements desperate, he grabbed your legs still again, his tongue directly playing with your clit.

You came on his mouth, a hand over your own as you tried your best not to make too much noise. Eren stayed a couple of moments after your orgasm, giving your pussy slow, delicate licks to help you ride your orgasm off.

“Told ya’ I owed you,” he huffed playfully, making you remember what he had told you after the first time you had given him head. You chuckled as he stood up, kissing you languidly. You could taste yourself in his mouth, your body reacting to him as if you couldn’t do anything else but press yourself against him.

Your hands started unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed your neck. Long ago you had come up with the rule of not leaving any marks on your skin. As much as you loved finding bruises and love bites whenever you were showering, you preferred that to be a thing just between Armin and you. Since you had made that request, Eren had been extremely gentle whenever he kissed your skin, letting his lips drag across your skin teasingly before placing a soft kiss.

“How do you like it?” he asked.

“Huh?” you asked, letting his shirt fall to the floor, your hands caressing his toned chest.

“Well, this is a fantasy,” he said, pulling away so he could look at your face, his lips brushing against yours. “So I want to make you feel good.”

Eren didn’t miss the way your legs clenched on either side of his waist. He went back to kissing the other side of your neck as you made up your mind, hands roaming around his back and hair as he did so.

He didn’t have to wait long for your answer.

“I want you to be rough with me,” you sighed. Eren pulled away once more and looked at you, one of his hands palming your breast.

“How rough?”

“Until I tell you to stop,” you breathed out, your back arching at his ministrations. Eren nodded and kissed you again, his tongue entering your mouth as you once again started losing focus of everyone that was happening.

In that moment, your mind was filled with his hand playing with your tits while the other one went back to your folds, his index and middle finger rubbing soft circles, making you moan against your mouth. Eren pulled away from you and you watched him take out his wallet and then a condom from it. He put it between his teeth and then undid his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles along with his underwear.

You could never get used to seeing Eren’s cock. A part of your brain still was shocked as you tried to remember this was your new normal, getting railed by your friend with your boyfriend’s permission. Your hand closed around his length and you started pumping him, his tip already leaking precum. Eren ripped the condom package and rolled it over himself all the way to the base.

You leaned over to kiss him again, this time his lips moving rougher on you. You tried locking your legs around his waist, wanting to feel his cock against you. Instead, Eren grabbed both your legs and yanked you down the counter and onto the floor. You stumbled a bit on your high heels but he quickly turned you around and bent you over the bathroom sink.

Eren lifted your dress until it was resting on your waist, your ass exposed to him. He parted your legs with his foot and then lined up his cock with your entrance. Only a couple of inches inside you was enough for you to let out a high-pitched moan, your hands grabbing on the faucet desperately, the stretch making your head spin.

A hard slap fell against your ass.

“Keep it the fuck down. Do you want everyone to know your boyfriend’s friend has his cock inside you?” he hissed. The determination of his voice made you clench around him. Eren grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your hair up, forcing you to look at your own reflection in the mirror.

You watched your eyes and parted lips as Eren kept pushing inside of you, a whimper escaping your lips once he bottomed out. He took your hands and put them against the mirror. His own hands slid down your back until they settled on your hips. He started thrusting against you, your breath creating a fog on the mirror in front of you. You let your head fall, biting your lip as he kept moving his hips.

One of Eren’s hands went to your jaw, making you look at yourself in the mirror once more. You could not only see your face flushed with desire but also how his hair was almost completely loose and falling over his forehead as he kept thrusting against you.

“Look at yourself. You love being fucked as a slut, don’t you?”

Once again his words stirred something deep inside you. You desperately tried to hold on to something, your hands sliding down against the mirror until you positioned them correctly again. Eren smacked your ass hard again.

“I asked a fucking question,” he grunted, giving a particularly harsh thrust.

“Yes- fuck, yes, I do,” you panted. Eren picked up his face and you felt your legs falter. “Keep going, please.”

His hand went back to holding your head up by your hair, the other one gripping your ass firmly. Eren’s grunts were barely audible due to the music outside but made you melt every time you heard them. You started moving your hips back, meeting his thrusts as you did your best not to make too much noise.

Eren slapped your ass again, making you clench against him. He threw his head back, cursing under his breath and let his hand fall on your ass once more. Only a couple more thrusts were needed for you to come around him as well, one of your hands flying to your mouth to try and muffle your loud moans.

You heard Eren curse again and fasten his pace, letting go of your hair and settling both his hands on your hips. His orgasm followed a few moments later and you heard him groan, his cock twitching inside of you. You squeezed him as he came down from his high, earning a soft chuckle from the man behind you.

“Stop, I literally have nothing left,” he joked, removing himself from you and discarding the condom in the bathroom bin.

You laughed along as he helped you stand up again, lowering your dress in the process. Thanking him, you looked at your reflection again, cleaning the eyeliner smudge on the outside corner of your eyes and fixing your hair. Eren pulled up his underwear and pants and once his clothes were back in place, he handed you your panties that he had put inside his pockets.

“I can’t come out of this bathroom holding my panties,” you reminded him with a soft laugh. “Can you like- keep them for a moment? Once we leave this place you can hand them back.”

“Sure, sure,” Eren said, putting your panties back in his pocket. You looked at each other in the eyes and couldn’t help but burst into laughter once more.

“I’ll leave first, wait a bit before going outside,” you instructed him and Eren nodded, leaning against the counter and taking out his phone to keep himself distracted as he waited.

Nobody noticed you leaving the bathroom, nor the funny way you were walking. You grabbed one of the beers from the table and plopped on one of the sofas. You observed your surroundings and wondered if time had really passed as everything seemed to be the same. Jean and Pieck were now making out in the same sofa she had been dancing on and nobody spared a second glance at you.

You felt someone sitting down next to you, opening a can of beer as well. You turned to the side and saw Eren, his hair tied on a half-bun again and looking visibly refreshed. His eyes locked with yours and he smirked.

You clinked your beer cans. You sure knew how to keep a secret.

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babysitter

pairings; eren x reader 

content warning; basically just smut, unprotected sex, some degradation, small age gap

notes; in this you are marco’s little sister yeah!! (adopted or biological idk you can decide), college au per usual 

“c’mon eren... i’ll owe you one i swear-”

“fine.”

you and eren jaeger did not get along. you were three years younger than him, but yet you were always around. coming into your first year of college, you didn't know anyone except your older brother, marco. the two of you had always been extremely close, resulting into you always hanging out with him and his friends.

that's how you met the infamous eren jaeger.

no other of marco’s friends seemed to have a problem with you, they all adored you. with the exception of eren. he felt like you were a child always trying to hangout with the adults. that made him feel the need to always keep an eye out for you. and god he found it annoying having to watch boys drool over you at every party.

“c’mon eren... i’ll owe you one i swear-”

“fine.”

eren pushed his way through the crowd, away from marco, looking for you.

of course, as expected, some frat boy was on top of you trying to get your number.

“okay! do you want me to just put it in your phone or..-”

you watched as his smile faded while you felt a large hand fall down onto your shoulder.

“lets go brat.”

you were peeled away from the boy as eren dragged you up the stairs of the crowded frat house.

“eren what-”

“it’s gonna get real crazy in a little bit, your brother wants me to babysit you. just stay in my room for tonight and ill take you back to your dorm in the morning.”

you didn't feel like arguing with him right now, you didn't have the energy. you just let him drag you into his semi messy room.

not too long after you excused yourself to the bathroom, you came back to find eren already comfy in his bed.

“you can sleep in here too, just stay on your side.”

you started walking towards the side of the bed, giggling.

“why, thinkin’ of me gettin’ all warmed up to you jaeger?”

he let out a small ‘tch’ as he flipped over to place his phone down onto the bed side table. turning back around, he was faced to your standing backside, unbuttoning your pants.

“wh-, what are you doing...-”

“what? you expect me to sleep in jeans?... don't get too excited, jaeger.”

you made eren’s blood boil. but for some reason he couldn't listen to you, he was getting excited. he thought it was just because he's face to face with a half naked girl... i mean anyone would get a bit excited from that, right? or maybe because he loved the way his last name rolled off your tongue-

his thoughts came to a halt as you crawled under the covers with him.

facing your back to him, you sunk into his pillows.

“i'm doing this for your brother, not you. so don't get any ideas-”

“yeah yeah, night jaeger.”

eren faced the opposite way, pulling the covers over himself more.

“tch-, stay on your side.”

falling asleep in eren’s bed was harder than expected. its definitely been way over an hour, but you could still hear the faint sounds of music playing from downstairs.

as you went to shift in the bed for about the twentieth time, you were stopped by eren rolling over and trapping you into his arms.

“sit still.”

from this position, your bodies were as close as possible to each other. he was right behind you, his arm around you, locking you in. 

not fighting him, you listened. being in eren’s arms somehow made it easier to fall asleep. you were out like a light. but eren? he's been up and almost an hour has passed. he was too focused on the way you softly snored, and how good your shampoo smelt. 

and the bulge that's been growing in his pants ever since you started unintentionally moving your hips into him

one more rough move into him and you felt a strong grip on your hips, waking you up.

“i thought i told you to sit still.”

you felt him poking into your fabric covered ass, eren’s breath getting shaky.

“eren what-”

“i'm sorry, y/n.”

you felt his grip get looser, but his hands never left your hips. 

and you didn't want them too

“can i touch you..., please?”

you felt his hands shift to meat of your thighs, lightly rubbing circles, and you shook your head yes.

that's when his hands started to wander. 

up and down your thigh, your lower stomach, up the soft fabric that was separating you from his touch. 

his hands shifted from your lower back, to the front of you, prying his fingers down to your clit.

“is this ok?”

you shook your head yes as he started to apply some pressure to your clit, while he rubbed himself against the back of you. 

you let eren, the person whom your always fighting with, touch you like this. you were enjoying it a little too much, and he knew that. as he started rubbing circles around your clit, his speed started to increase, while you grabbed onto his wrist, letting out a sweet moan.

“who knew the little bodt was such a slut.”

his movements got faster and faster.

“im nottt- im... ah ‘not a sl-, a slut...”

“you can't even form a proper sentence... poor thing. you open your legs like this for anyone?”

you shook your head no as you squeezed your eyes shut, letting another breathy moan escape your lips.

“then why just me, hm?”

you felt the pleasure being ripped away, as his fingers came to a stop.

“bet you wanted this for awhile. the big brothers good friend to fuck you stupid, yeah?”

“please eren”

in one motion he flipped the two of you over, you landing on your stomach, and him on top of you, pulling your hips up to meet his.

“please what? use your words, little one.”

“want you to fuck me eren.” you mumbled into the pillow beneath you 

you felt a weight lifted off your back, before his hands found your hips again, lining you up with him. 

pulling your panties to the side, you felt his tip teasing your entrance.

‘ill pull out’ was the last thing you heard before he jammed himself into you. 

only giving you a few seconds to adjust, he started thrusting in and out of you. 

you softly moaned out his name before finding a grip on the sheets, as his speed started to increase.

“this sloppy pussy ‘s so fuckin’ tight.”

you felt him pull out before ramming himself back in at a rough pace.

“i wanna know who's, fuck-, who's making you feel so good, tell me would you?”

“eren! ‘ts you eren.”

without pulling out, he flipped you onto your back. he's been wanting to do this for so long, he couldn't miss your pretty face during a moment like this. 

grabbing onto your thighs, he pulled them up against his hips before leaning down and trapping your lips with his. shifting them down to your jawline and neck, he started to mark his territory. couldn't have any of those college boys all over you anymore, right?

digging your nails into the meat of his shoulders, he felt you start to flutter around his cock.

“gonna cum?”

looking up into his eyes, you swiftly nodded as tears started to form in the corner of your eyes. 

“good.”

he brought his head back up as both of your mouths hung open.

you felt his hand move back down to your clit, as your grip tightened on his shoulders.

“cum-, cum all over my cock like a good girl..., pleaseee”

not having to be told twice, you let out a loud moan before creaming all over him, getting all over the bed and down the both of your bodies.

not long after fucking you through your high, eren flipped you back over onto your stomach, as he found his own release.

pulling out he pumped himself as he coated your lower back and ass with his cum. he held onto your hips while he admired his work.

maybe eren jaeger wasn't as bad as you thought.

[yumehoxo]

⚠️WARNING⚠️ 18+ content (contains threesum, vaginal sex, oral sex, etc..)

ArminxfemalereaderxEren

~You’ve been best friends with Armin and Eren since you were really young but as time grew on you all changed leading to the conversation of having a threesum with them~

You’ve known Eren and Armin since elementary school you guys were always together, you watched them grow up with you, you were with them for all their ups and downs and you even watched them as puberty slapped them in the face during their last year of high school. You weren’t always the type to go after looks but damn did these boys get so fine as time went on. Everything changed when they both changed their hairstyle, eren letting his grow out, and armin cutting his short. As they went into college tattoos and piercings came along with them, armin got his neck tatted and ear, eyebrow, and nose piercings. Eren got a full sleeve and half a sleeve, with tongue and ear piercings.

Armin and Eren never seemed like the type to smoke or drink they were always agaisnt it, but after a little convincing from Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and Sasha they caved in. It was like their whole personality’s changed, from one party to another, one girl to the next, it honestly shocked you that these were the same boys you ate sand with when you were 5.

“Y/n!... Y/N!!” You herd your named being called but it was barely audible over the sound of the music. You turned around to see Eren and Armin doing a little jog uo to you, their eyes were bloodshot and there were two blonde girls following them. They looked at you like they were in trouble and it took you a minute to find out since your thoughts seemed to have come in slow motion since you just smoked not even 5 minutes ago. They didn’t want to be rude and tell these girls to ‘fuck off’ since they were Mikasa’s friends.

“Act like you need us” Armin whispered in your ear as he hugged you from behind.

“U-uh where have you guys been?!” You asked them raising your voice little bit to make it seem like you were upset.

“Haha..sorry we couldn’t find you” Eren said with a nervous smile on his face as his eyes widened and shot a look to the shirt blonde girl next to him. She was clinging onto his arm like it was the only thing she knew how to do.

You grab both of them by the wrist and drag them along behind you, the two girls letting go of them

“oh sorry bye Historia!” Eren said to the blonde girl unlatching her arm away from him.

“Bye Annie” Armin said as he slid out of her grip.

“Oh my fucking god thank you so much” Eren said rubbing his arm like some type of bug just touched him.

“They don’t know how to give up, that fucking bitch Mikasa and her weird ass friends” Armin said with a look of anger and discomfort on his face.

“Y’all bitch asses owe me.” You said through gritted teeth upset since they pulled you away from a conversation with Sasha.

“Yeah yeah sure we do” Armin said rolling his eyes.

“How about all those times we had to save you from the guys at Marley University hitting on you” Eren said with a smug smirk on his face knowing that they won this conversation.

“Yeah yeah shut the fuck up” you said rolling your eyes back as you maneuvered your way around the crowd making your way upstairs to where Jean and Connie were. As you made your way up the stairs you held onto their wrists as you saw Annie and Historia shoot dirty looks at you from the first floor. Finally making your way up the stairs struggling to keep your grip on the both of the boys you were greeted by Connie and Jean who looked like they were about to pass out as they lazily raised they’re hands and gave you a short ‘wel-c-om to the partyyyyy’ they both said holding up their beers immideatly laughing afterwards so hard that they almost started crying.

“Uhhh let’s just go onto the balcony” Eren said as he looked away from them before they ask for him to come over there.

“Yeah good idea” you replied. You three made your way to the balcony closing the double doors behind you. You three sat shoulder to shoulder letting your legs hand out from the gap of the fencing, as you passed your last blunt around.

“So.. y/n” Armin said turning his head to you.

“Hmm?” You said lazily not even bothering to meet his gaze.

“If you had to fuck one of us who would it be” he asked with a smirk on his face, the sudden question causing Eren to turn his gaze to you. The question gave you butterfly’s in your stomach, you’ve always thought about it wondering if you had to choose one to hook up with who would it be, but as always you came up to the same answer...

“Both of you” you said taking a hit from your blunt and passing it to Eren. He didn’t even bother taking it as both of their heads shot in your direction since you sat in between them.

“Ayo.. did you really just say.. both?” Eren asked you with a smile mixed in with a look of surprise.

“What are you? Deaf?” You answered his question taking another hit since he decided not to take the blunt.

“So if we asked you to fuck right now you would say yes?” Armin asked with a lustful smile on his face, you could only imagine what he was thinking.

“Most likely, but I’m not fucking on a balcony where all the people below can see our sex show on display though.” You said passing the blunt to Eren and he actually took it this time.

“Damn that was the last answer I would expect from you y/n” Eren said while exhaling

“That’s what they all say”

As time went on you all scrolled through your phones until your high wore off so you could go back to your apartment, they decided they were spending the night since your the one that drove them here and they couldn’t be bothered to go back to your apartment, just to have to drive back to theirs. You three made your way home as ‘Deam Man Walking’ played from Erens phone since he had the aux Armin was sitting in the back seat with his legs spread out and his phone in his hand. Occasionally Armin would show Eren a photo or video and earn the reaction of ‘damnnn whats her @‘. You finally made it home parking in the car garage for the apartment building.

“My feet are killing meeeee” you whined.

“Want a piggy back ride?” Armin asked you.

“Is Annie going to get mad?” You teased.

“Oh my god please shut the FUCK UPP” his voice echoed through the empty parking garage.

“Shhh, it’s like 3 am” you said while climbing onto his back. The scent of his cologne and marijuana lingered. You placed your head on his shoulder, he still smelled like a little boy, you had to admit it was adorable. As you guys walked ahead Eren stood behind as he was texting Mikasa that he was with you and he was going to spend the night.

“She still treats me like I’m 4 I swear” you heard him say about 6 feet away from you and Armin. He sped up to you guys suprising you by smacking your ass causing you to let out a little scream.

“Eren! What the fuck?!” You whispered screamed to him. The only response you got back was a smirk. You three made your way up to your apartment door, handing Armin the keys to open it. You were so glad to be home greeted by the scent of your place. Armin carried you all the way to your room as Eren followed and threw you onto the bed. Eren turned off your lights and turned on the led’s instead putting them at red. You were laughing mess as you fought Armin to stop tickinling you only earning Eren to help restrain you.

“PLEASE- I CANT-“ you yelled through laughs. Eventually Armin stopped tickling you to grab your lava pen on your night stand but eren still held on.

“Wanna hit?” Armin asked you teasingly.

“Arminnnn I just bought that cart yesterday!”

“And it slaps as fuck” he responded back.

“Armin- Eren I swear to god if you don’t let go!” You said to him trying to keep a serious look but need up failing from his cute smile.

“Here I’ll let you have a hit” Armin said rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

“Bitch-” you were cut off as Armin put the tip of the pen in your mouth.

“Finally got you to shut up” Armin said. You started kicking your legs at Eren

“LET ME GO IMMA BEAT HIS ASS” Eren obeyed letting go but the second you say up you only got pushed back down by Armin falling into erens chest as he sat behind you.

“Who’s ass are you going to beat?” Armin asked you while lifting up your chin to look at him.

“Hmph since your being an asshole I’ll take back what I said about fucking you both earlier.” You said with a pouty look on your face. You were basically on Erens ass now his hands wrapped around your stomach with his phone in his hand.

“Oh is that so” Eren whispered in your ear, soon afterwards pressing kisses down your neck to your shoulder soft moans leaving your mouth as his kisses were warm and wet. Armin’s hand made his way to your face holding onto the sides of your jaw making you look up at him, his lips crashed onto yours and your tongues started gliding over each others in sync. Soft moans left your mouth as you felt Eren grow hard underneath you, his hands wandering around your body. Armins grio was still tight on your jaw as you both were engaged in a heat make out session saliva dripping down the sides of our mouth and occasionally the strand that connected your lips for when you both needed air. Eren tugged at the hem of you shirt indicating that you pull it off. Armin let go of your jaw as he and Eren removed their shirts while you removed yours, Eren unhooked your bra and taking it off completely. As your back was pressed up against Erens chest he left bight marks and hickeys all over your neck and shoulders, Armin took one breast in his mouth and massaged the other with his hand, causing you to whimper. Erens hand traveled down to your already slicked heat rubbing circles over your clit making you moan loudly as your legs slightly shook. It didn’t take long for you to cum as Armin sucked harder on your breasts leaving hickeys all over your chest and how eren slipped his fingers into you curling them so they hit your g spot making you see stars. Eren and Armin were both hard by now you could see their cocks aching to be free’d from their pants.

“Scoot to the edge and get on your knees” Eren said. You obeyed so your backside was facing the headboard and you were facing the end of the bed. All of your clothing was now off by now and so where Armins and Erens.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out” Armin demanded. He placed his tip on your tongues as Eren positioned himself at you entrance, Eren took his time going in, while Armin didn’t, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and started thrusting in and out of youR mouth. Erens pace picked up as time went on. Your moans were cut short from Armins’s member making its way in and out of your mouth, barely being able to take his length spit and precum leaked down the side of your face. The sounds of sweaty skin slapping and moans and grunts filled the room. You could feel both Eren and Armin twitching by now and it didn’t take long for them to release, your moans turning high pitched from all the pleasure as you reached your high aswell. You stuck out your tongue to show Armin that you swallowed it whole earning you smile from him.

“Sheeesshhhh that felt so good” Eren said while fixing his buckle.

“Yeah you think” Armin said glancing over at him. You didn’t say anything since you were quite surprised from what just happened.

“I’m going to go have a shower” you said. Good thing Eren brought you a towel already.

“Tell me when your done so I can have one too” Eren said.

“Same here” Armin said as he lied on the bed shirtless.

“Who said I was going to let you guys have showers and use my soap” you asked them raising one eyebrow as you held the skimpy towel over yourself. They both busted out in laughter..

“Yeah yeah OkAYYY” Eren said in a mocking tone.

“I hate you guys” you said turning around and slamming the bathroom door behind you.

“We love you too y/n” they both said in unison.

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Authors note:

Omg please don’t kill me this is my first threesum smut 😭😭✋ALSO I DO NOT HATE ANNIE AND HISTORIA PLS DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE THEM!

But uhh anyways tell me if I should change anything!

Love y’all *muah* *muah* 🥰🥰😍😍😚😚💓💓💘💘

Btw I do requests!

[ackerfics]

slow dance with you — mikasa ackerman

— goth!mikasa ackerman x soft!female reader (modern au)

— warnings: slight mention of alcohol, pure rotten fluff

— summary:  after gaining some courage from the drinks she had in the party and from the advice she got from her friends, mikasa is ready to become your girlfriend.

— word count: 3.9k

— author’s notes: i would like to thank the anon who gave me some ideas for goth!mikasa, you are so amazing !! thank you for the small headcanons. and since we’re on the topic of writing abt goth!mikasa, i couldn’t help but pair her up with a classic soft girl who likes to wear pink at every time of the day. this dynamic is based on marceline and princess bubblegum so i hope you enjoy !!

p.s. the reader will have dyed hair here, if this is not your cup of tea, just let this fly by your dash.

listen to this while reading.

“She dyed her hair pink,” came a dazed yet mesmerized tone.

“You’re staring at her again.”

Mikasa jumped on her seat at Eren’s nonchalant observation. She whipped her head to her best friend, his attention directed on his laptop, hands flying across the keyboard as he typed out the next few words in his essay. Noticing the incredulous look the black-haired girl was shooting him, Eren rose an eyebrow before rolling his eyes. Mikasa huffed, crossing her eyes with a subtle hue of red on her cheeks, complimenting her dark lipstick. “I am not staring,” she mumbled. “Shut up, Eren.” She looked away from her subject of interest but continued shooting small glances.

Eren sighed, running his hand through his hair. He was always one of the witnesses of his best friend slash sister being meek around her crush. At first, he was teasing her because not going to lie, Mikasa’s crush is a pretty person but as their years in college made them juniors, Eren will be the reckless idiot that he is (courtesy of Armin) and set Mikasa up. But he liked to live his life out first — Mikasa will probably curse him with that spellbook she bought from the antique bookshop they encountered in their little exploration back when they were first-years. “Mikasa, why don’t you take the chance and confess to her? It’s not going to be the end of the world.”

“If she rejects me? What then?”

“Then that’s the next problem that you will have to face.” The brown-haired boy turned back to his essay. He stared at his laptop screen blankly before spewing out curses. “Now, I forgot what to write next! Damn it.” He picked up his iced coffee and drank from the metal straw as his life depended on it.

Mikasa rolled her eyes at her best friend’s first statement. “Gee, thanks for the advice. It was very much appreciated.”

“Glad to be of help.”

There was a thud on their table that made the two look up from their respective activities. Eren had a scowl on his face because for the nth time this day, he was interrupted from finishing his essay (for fuck’s sake, he doesn’t want to fail Ackerman’s class). Mikasa blinked from scrolling through her crush’s Twitter account (the last post she wrote was about how Levi Ackerman, Mikasa’s relative and everyone’s Anthropology professor) and fixed her attention on their blonde friend, Armin. He looked too bright after a round of morning classes, something that Eren doesn’t comprehend. The blue-eyed young man has always been the rational and genius third of their little group. There wasn’t a time where Armin’s advice got a situation to erupt in flames. It was either the situation became an inferno instead (Eren) or nobody had the guts to do it (Mikasa).

“Hey, guys!” Armin greeted, arranging his side of the table, meticulously placing each component of his lunch in front of him. “How were your morning classes?”

“Shit,” Eren spat out.

“Of course, it is.”

“They were alright,” Mikasa shrugged.

“Figured.” Armin glanced at his friend’s sides of the table, nodding at Mikasa’s balanced lunch while blankly staring at Eren’s laptop. The device should’ve been a good tray of lunch. “I thought you were eating lunch, Eren? That’s what you said in your text.”

“Can’t,” the brown-haired boy huffed. He gestured at his iced coffee without taking his eyes off the laptop. “I guess, this counts as my lunch.”

“When’s that essay due?”

“In about,” Eren looked at the time on his laptop, “three hours. Ackerman is my first period later. That fucking terror professor has no mercy when it comes to this. Can he just piss off for once? Mikasa, do you even tell him to get laid? Because I think that would solve his attitude. I swear to God, he’s getting more pissed every damn day.”

“Wow, I guess getting my short, grumpy, middle-aged uncle to start his sex life will be a nice conversation starter,” Mikasa drawled, half-lidded, bored eyes reading every tweet her crush has posted for the entire week. Mikasa couldn’t help but smile at one post about a new movie her crush just watched, saying that it was now a new favorite. She was tempted to give a heart on every single post but that would it weird because they never followed each other despite the small interactions they shared in between classes. With a sigh, she looked up, only to be met with Eren’s unamused stare. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “What? Do you think that would work, Eren? Levi is probably a virgin his whole life and will continue his record until he’s all shriveled up.” Eren blanched at the image. “Just finish your homework and stop complaining.”

“I’m trying!”

“You’re not trying hard enough, that’s for sure. If you just started that essay the day he assigned it to your class, you would have finished it way before the deadline.”

Eren pointed at Mikasa with narrowed eyes. “Don’t even go there, Mikasa. I have a life aside from being a sleep-deprived college student.”

“I mean, she’s got a point, Eren.” Armin immediately rose his hands in defense when Eren shifted his glare from the black-haired young woman to him. “You always tend to procrastinate in the most impeccable timing that we sometimes have to remind you of your backlogs. And now, here you are, doing things last minute when you could’ve prevented the rush by doing it immediately.”

“Thanks for slapping the reality to my face, you two,” Eren dryly replied, going back to his essay for the final time. “And by the way, Armin, give Mikasa some solid advice that she will finally follow because she’s making googly eyes at Miss Pretty two tables from us a couple of minutes before you arrived. You know, the love of her life?”

Armin roamed his eyes in the lunch hall and sure enough, there was Mikasa’s goddess sitting with her group of friends. There was that brown-haired girl that was dubbed as the Potato Girl for eating mashed potatoes during Ackerman’s class (the professor told the class his rules of no eating or going out of the room while he’s discussing the moment the girl took a spoonful of her snack). A young man with a buzz cut snorting at what the brown-haired girl said. Armin remembered sharing a class with him. He never got the chance to introduce himself because the young man was sleeping throughout the lecture. There was usually a fourth person in the little group but it seems like he was running late or already in his class. That person was Eren’s sworn frenemy, the reason for that relationship was unknown to this day.

The three people at the table all stood up, the brown-haired girl and the taller young man leading the way. Armin instantly had an idea.

“Hey, [Name]!”

Mikasa nearly had whiplash from turning her head to Armin. “Armin?!” she hissed under her breath, face becoming hotter when you looked at their table, a bright smile lighting up your face. You called your friends, telling them to go on ahead without you, to which they nodded before walking towards the trio’s table. Her brain wasn’t processing the moment you lifted a hand to wave at whoever you were smiling at. Mikasa wished it was her. “Fuck,” she whispered, registering how cute you look. You donned a salmon pink plaid sundress and a white cardigan, matching with the bubblegum pink locks you let down. Her heart was hammering a thousand miles per second and there was no hope of stopping it.

“Hi, Armin,” you replied, stopping a few feet from Mikasa, who looked away from you to fix her wide-eyed stare on her empty plate.

“I was just going to ask if you already have a partner in our Molecular Biology lab?” The blue-eyed young man then turned to Mikasa and Eren. “I’m in the same class as her this year.”

“As if calling her here wasn’t that obvious,” Eren murmured, still typing out his essay.

“I don’t need your dry remarks right now, Eren, don’t want to ruin the atmosphere. So, [Name], you have a partner?”

You shook your head. “I think not. It would be great if we could be partners though. I need a break from the people I’ve been partnered with throughout college.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile. It was true, though. Most of the grouping during your first years of college were all set up by the teachers so the students really had no say on the matter at hand. Even Armin was exposed to a variety of students, most of them being too slacking to participate or too overbearing with their suggestions that they have no plans of doing. He nodded with a smile, “I’ll be sending an email to Professor Zoe about this and we’re done.” He glanced behind you, noticing that your two friends weren’t there anymore. “I’m sorry for holding you up. I’m pretty sure you have a class after lunch. See you around?”

You waved him off. “It’s fine, I told them to go ahead since Sasha has a class scheduled right after lunch and Connie had to nap in his dorm. And I don’t have any class the whole afternoon, except for an online session so yeah, see you around, Armin.” You acknowledge Eren with a nod, to which he responded with a cool expression (as if his mind wasn’t a mess from the cramming), and gave a soft smile to Mikasa, “Bye, Mikasa.” And you were off to your dorm, leaving behind two amused men and an awestruck Mikasa.

The black-haired young woman was hyperventilating the moment you disappeared from the lunch hall, hands clenched on top of her black shorts. She regretted wearing a thin, long-sleeved striped sweater under her black shirt because it was so fucking hot after that encounter. Her entire body was vibrating with too many emotions all at once, short-circuiting until she became a heap of flustered mess in front of her best friends. “Oh, my God,” she muttered like a prayer. She definitely needed one after seeing you all pretty in pink. It was too much for her soul because you two are a perfect match this time. Her grommet belt and choker were not helping because she couldn’t fucking breathe.

“Mikasa, breathe,” Armin reminded beside her. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Once she regained her composure, Mikasa realized she probably looked like a gaping fish. “Oh, my God! I’m so sure that this time, she thinks I’m weird. My name is the only one she mentioned aside from Armin which is saying something because she’s classmates with him. But why did she say goodbye to me? Oh, my God, she’s giving me so many butterflies right now.”

“Your gay is showing,” Eren pointed out calmly.

“Eren, not the time,” Armin murmured, hovering his hands over Mikasa’s back.

“Just wanted to alleviate the tense atmosphere. No need to get so worked up.”

“But, Mikasa, your feelings for her are showing.”

Eren clapped his hands, pointing a finger at Armin. “That, my friend, is a genius observation.”

Ignoring the green-eyed man, Armin continued, “I think it’s time you confess to her. Three years is a pretty long time pining for a person. In the end, her knowing your feelings will be inevitable. That is if you have no plans in letting her know.”

“Of course, I want her to know,” Mikasa murmured, fiddling with the sleeves of her striped long-sleeves.

“I heard that there’s a party this Saturday in Reiner’s frat,” Eren told them, meeting both of his friends’ eyes over the top of his laptop screen. “We’re in the same football team with Jean. The horseface is a friend of your girl,” he nodded at Mikasa, who erupted in a sputter of her crush not being her girl, “okay, not your girl — yet. As I was saying, [Name] is good friends with Jean and if Jean is there, Miss Pretty in Pink will be, too. That’s your chance to ask her out, Mikasa.” He met the blinking gray eyes of his best friend. “The question is, are you up for that?”

-

“You were staring at her so hard at lunch again.”

You looked up from your book to acknowledge Sasha entering your dorm room after a whole afternoon of packed lectures. The brown-haired young woman was so tired that she immediately plopped on top of her bed on the other side of the room. At first, you didn’t register what she said because you were preoccupied with your book. You chose to indulge the night in a good book because it has been a long time since you’ve done that. With furrowed eyebrows, you asked, “Can you repeat what you said, Sasha?”

Sasha tilted her head to look at you with one eye uncovered by her duvet. Her hair fluttered after puffing out a breath of disbelief. “Oh, don’t pretend that you have no idea, Miss Pretty in Pink.”

“That’s because I didn’t catch what you said,” you replied, gesturing at your novel. “And what’s with that Miss Pretty in Pink nickname? Did some of the students around campus started that?”

“Sort of,” Sasha hummed. She sat up from her bed and took out her phone from her backpack lying on the floor. You watched the whole time she stretched her arm without changing her position on her bed. With her phone in hand, she opened her Twitter account. “Actually, a friend of mine tweeted it, wait, I’m just going to scroll through my Likes tab to find her tweet. Oh, here it is.” Sasha showed you her screen, patiently waiting for you to take the device from her hand to get a closer look. Her hopeful smile turned into a small pout when you made no moves in doing so. “Take my phone and see for yourself.”

You sighed, following her pleas. “It’s probably just someone from the volleyball team. You know how some of them never stopped following me around campus. Can’t they take the hint that they’re not my type?”

“This person is much better than those himbo simps following you around. She’s an amazing person behind that shy exterior of hers.”

You only hummed, blankly staring at your roommate’s phone before your eyes widened in realization. Your eyes skimmed over and over again at the handle, mkackerman, beside the display picture of a short-haired girl in pigtails. It was the girl that managed to capture your attention during your first year at Eldia University. The girl with an air of mystique that the stars are jealous of. You always admired her from afar, appreciating her style each day. But your admiration was getting replaced with something more at the five words she tweeted. 

You’re so pretty in pink.

Roses bloomed in your cheeks, complimenting your pink hair the longer you gawked at her short post. 

“What?” you breathed out after a full minute of silence.

“Mm-hmm,” Sasha hummed with a smug smile. “And who dyed her hair pink impulsively last weekend?” She intentionally looked at you with sharp eyes, her smile turning into a smirk full of mischief. In actuality, Sasha knew of Mikasa’s crush on you since they were acquainted with each other. It was an embarrassing first meeting between the two, with Sasha latching on a random person’s arm in the station and it turned out to be Mikasa. The two became great friends after that, well, after Mikasa lowered her guard down, leaving her pocket knife safely tucked underneath her checkered skirt. It was Sasha who managed to make Mikasa confess of her undying love for you, the former squealing her heart out in the library. (They were kicked out after that.) 

“I don’t know,” you denied. “There could be a couple of people in the campus who thought that spontaneously dyeing their hair pink is an awesome idea.” You threw your hands in the air, giving back Sasha her phone right after.

“Trust me. Mikasa doesn’t have any interest in any other girl other than a special someone I know.”

You chose to ignore her, turning back on the discarded book on top of your covers. The words flew around your mind, aggravating you until you placed the novel on your lap. A defeated sigh came out of your lips. “Okay, let’s go out for some dinner.” You stretched, switching your pajama bottoms for a pair of loose jeans, and leaving your button-down pajama top on. The people in public will never know your top is a part of a pajama set. As you ducked down to roll the bottom of your jeans, you hear Sasha’s bed shuffling. Sitting up, you regarded her with an inquisitive raise of an eyebrow. “Spill it.”

“Oh, alright. Jean told me to bring you to a party.”

You stood up, patting your lap of imaginary dust, placing your things and book inside your tote bag. “Tell him no. I have a written exam coming up and I don’t want to fail one of my majors. He can manage without one person in our friendship group.”

Sasha huffed, mimicking your actions. “This will be the last time!”

“You said that the previous party you pulled me to.” You narrowed your eyes at her. “I couldn’t get up for a whole day because of that party. Don’t forget your wallet.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sasha threw her wallet in her small bag, throwing the strap over her shoulder. “I promise that this will be the last time, I’ll even call Connie for the witness of my pact!” She placed a heartfelt palm over her chest, lifting her chin a little in the air. “I solemnly swear I am … keeping my promise.”

“You hesitated.”

The brown-haired girl giggled sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck. “It’s kind of hard not to continue the quote from Harry Potter. You can’t blame me for that!”

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

“You better because Mikasa will be there.”

You blinked at her statement. “What does this have to do with her?”

Your roommate looped her arm with yours, pulling you in the direction of the elevators. “Because,” it sounded like she was talking to a child, “you were staring at her earlier during lunch period. I understand that because Mikasa looks so good every second of the day but there was something different about the way you’re staring at her.” She tapped her finger on her chin. “Let me see, there’s some pizzaz there.”

“The pizzaz you’re talking about is me admiring her make-up — nothing more.”

“Whatever you say,” came Sasha’s sing-song voice. “I will be the first one who will say ‘I told you so’ to your face when you two start dating.”

-

The night of the party was not as bizarre as you thought.

Sure, there were people having shots in the living room but there weren’t any extreme scenarios lying around unlike some of the parties Connie and Jean went to. It was mostly catching up with old friends or making connections with strangers by ranting about the education system of your university. All in all, it was a fun night, yet here you are, holding your cup of beer with two hands as you craned your neck to get a glimpse of Sasha. Your roommate disappeared as you turned to get a shot, leaving a confused you behind. To think you specifically asked Sasha to be by your side throughout the night. You cursed in your head, you being reliant on the presence of others surfacing. Your stress made you tip your head back, downing your drink in a go.

Without anything to do, you leaned back on the wall. Mind hazy, eyes glassy, you searched the living room for a spunky brown-haired girl that you were supposed to be buddies with. Instead of Sasha, you met gazes with a girl with stars for her eyes. She was equally mesmerized as she was staring straight at you. Everything became silent as your heartbeat resonated with hers. She was beautiful in her all-black outfit — a leather pencil skirt over fishnet stockings, cropped tank top, and combat boots. The two of you are contrasting with one another; her lipstick so dark whilst yours shone a pretty coral, her hair framing her face in a midnight pixie cut whilst yours were in pink waves cascading down, her entire appearance blending in the background whilst you were a beacon with your coordinating soft outfit. 

God damn it, Sasha was right.

You are definitely falling in love with Mikasa Ackerman.

Mikasa who you saw reading tarot cards of her blonde friend. Mikasa who you bumped into during the opening ceremony two years ago. Mikasa who you discovered to have an affinity for electric guitars when you stumbled in one of the auditoriums, her department’s band having an audition. Mikasa who never meets your gaze because you make her nervous at how effortless you carry yourself. 

But tonight, she never looked away from you, her eyes having an adoring yet determined shine.

She stopped in front of you, mere inches separating you two. You looked up at her, her combat boots making her taller than she already is. You saw her eyes flick to your lips, your breath hitching at the thought of having her dark lipstick on any part of your body. With a careful tilt of her head, Mikasa ducked her head a little to fully meet your eyes face to face. “I saw you’re alone,” her voice is still soft-spoken as if she was afraid that she was scaring you. It might be because of the liquid and verbal courage she got from drinking and listening to her best friends because Mikasa had no plans of letting you go tonight. “I thought you needed company.”

A breath came out of your lips, your proximity making Mikasa feel it. “Uhm, if it’s you, I don’t see why not?”

A large smile brightened Mikasa’s face before it dimmed as she lowered her gaze to your lips once more. “I’ve been waiting three years for this.”

Maybe your mind was too hazy with alcohol or it could be because you accepted your feelings for the black-haired girl, so you whispered, lips brushing against hers in the most addicting way possible, “Just kiss me, Mikasa.”

Her lips softly moved against yours in a slow dance, the inches separating you disappearing as Mikasa wrapped an arm around your waist. You lift a hand to cup her jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss and to brush your tongue with hers. You felt her shiver, biting your lower lip to make you open up more, with your whimpers tingling her hearing. Mikasa pulled away, trailing firm kisses on the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. Seeing the black kiss mark on your skin, she smiled and placed fluttering kisses on your neck up to your cheek. Opening your eyes, the silver grays in front of you have never been so beautiful. You returned the favor of placing kiss marks. You stood on your tiptoes, feeling Mikasa’s hand steadying you, and left a coral pink mark on the corner of her mouth. 

Mikasa dipped her head, placing her lips close to your ear.

“I want to slow dance with you,” she sung to your ear. “I know all the other boys are tough and smooth and I got the blues. I want to slow dance with you.” Mikasa hid a small smile at your flustered expression. “So can I be your vampire queen, Bonnie?”

The moment you said yes, there was a shout in the crowds. “Hell yeah, your plan worked, Eren, Armin!”

You and Mikasa stared at each other with wide eyes before laughing. 

“Let’s go ditch this party.”

“Thought you’d never ask, Bonnie.”

[fandomvariousness]

Sweet and soft

Pairing: Armin x reader

Warnings: smut: oral (m receiving), brief handjob (m and f receiving), riding, praise kink if you squint, SHAMELESS FLUFF

Summary: it’s been a long and tiring day and you’re in desperate need of rest, but your need for your boyfriend is greater

Word count: 1.5k

“This day’s been impossibly long,” you thought as you wrapped your hair in a turban before leaving the showers.

The whole day of toiling under the scorching sun left your skin feeling raw, so you wanted nothing more but to plop down on your bed and wait for your strength to return.

Yet the thing you wanted even more was to see the sweet face of your boyfriend Armin again – you couldn’t stop thinking about how adorable he looked in that billowy button-up and how his blond undercut became all tousled throughout the day.

You quickly discarded the towel from your head and slung it over your arm before you knocked at Armin and Eren’s room door. It was the latter who opened it.

“Hey, Eren,” you greeted him. “Armin’s not here?”

“He’s in the shower, but he should be back soon.” The corner of his lips twitched ever so slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m going too, so you’ll have the room for yourselves.”

You glued your eyes to the ground as you blushed in embarrassment, making it even harder for you to suppress a smile. “I-I wasn’t –”

He released a breathy laugh and opened the door wider without saying anything.

You shut up and came in, sitting down on Armin’s bed.

“I’ll make sure to take my time.” Eren winked at you before shutting the door and leaving you alone in the room.

You giggled and shook your head, wondering at how Eren is always such a tease. Sighing, you stretched your body on Armin’s bed, feeling the sweet sore of your overused muscles. As if under a spell, you closed your eyes and breathed calmly, waiting for your boyfriend to get back.

~

“Y/N,” someone was calling you softly, gently shaking your shoulder.

You opened your eyes and was met by these big, azure ones of Armin’s. “Was I – Was I asleep?”

He released a breathy laugh as he nodded, the still damp fringe shifting on his forehead slightly. “I guess it only took you a few minutes, because I met Eren as I was about to leave the showers and he told me you’re waiting for me.”

You chuckled. “Can’t believe I actually fell asleep.”

Armin smiled as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You look like an angel when you sleep.”

He stood up from crouching and sat on the bed with you, placing your bent legs over his thighs as his own feet were touching the ground, back leaning against the wall.

You bantered for a few minutes, his hand mindlessly caressing your calf, what, unbeknownst to him, was slowly making you aroused. It was always like that – just the thought of his skin on yours always made you shiver.

You slightly bit your lower lip as you hyped yourself up to do something you really wanted to do. It was only recently that you and Armin had sex for the first time, so you were still quite shy at times, and so was he.

You bent your right leg until it slipped between Armin’s legs, slowly sliding it towards his center until your ankle brushed against his clothed crotch. He gulped, his right palm still resting atop your calf. His head quietly hit the wall as he diverted his eyes to look at you.

You looked back at him with your widened, timid eyes as you moved your foot up and down, propping it on your toes. Armin’s cheeks and the tip of his cute nose were already pink as he exhaled through his mouth quietly, the palm on your calf sliding lower to grip your ankle.

You felt the heat shoot throughout your body at the thought that it’s you who’s making him feel like that.

“Do you like that?” you asked, your voice slightly shaking from arousal.

His eyes fluttered close as he nodded, his jaw slacked slightly.

“Say it, please,” you needed to hear that he truly likes it, that he’s not pretending.

“I like it,” he said as his fingers gripped your ankle a bit tighter, making eye contact with you.

You became aware of the growing bulge in his pants before you withdrew your leg and came to straddle him on his lap, whimpering silently as you felt his member brushing against your clothed core.

Your lips connected in a hungry kiss, your palms cupping his face as his own hands were gripping your hips, guiding them against his member. You hummed against his lips at the feeling of his hardness pushing against your clit.

Your hand sneaked down his torso to stroke against the now obvious tent in his pants, eliciting a cute moan from him. Your tongues were sliding against each other in open-mouthed kisses, as if you were each other’s last drop of water, while your hand had wrapped around his hard length and established slow pace.

You kissed just below his jawbone, making your way down his neck until you drew back, kneeling between his legs and fumbling with the hem of his pants. Both of you were flushed and breathing heavily, aroused at the fact that you’re so close with each other like that.

He lifted his hips slightly so you could pull down his pants just enough to pull out his dick from his boxer and meet it with a flick of your tongue against the very tip, which made him hit his head against the wall again, jaw slacking open.

“Armin, look at me,” you asked. You were still establishing what you two liked/didn’t like between yourself, yet you only had the courage to voice it during action, not before.

He lifted up his head from the wall and looked at you through his half-lidded, darkened eyes.

You loved that look.

You lips wrapped around his tip as you slowly moved down, trying to take as much as you can of him. His moans and groans were driving you crazy, and if it wasn’t enough, he laced his fingers through your hair, gripping it just enough to coax a moan from you too.

“You’re so dirty,” he breathed out in satisfaction, his voice higher than usual.

“Anything for you.” you would’ve said if your mouth wouldn’t have been sliding up and down his dick.

You latched off from him with a pop only to lick all the way up his length before sliding your lolled out tongue down through the middle of his tip.

You didn’t want him to finish too fast so you stood up while getting rid of your leggings, positioning yourself astride him once again, moving your panties to the side for access.

You couldn’t suppress a moan that flew out of your mouth as you threw your head back, sliding down on his dick which was stretching you so deliciously.

He could barely contain his satisfaction as his lips latched on your neck, what was definitely going to leave a mark. He sucked on your jugular as you adjusted to his size, his hands caressing your waist.

You gripped his shoulders a bit tighter as you starting moving, gazing into each other’s hazy eyes. This unity that you felt was indescribable – something so incredible, yet absolutely natural.

Each time you came down your hips were flush against each other, the tip of his dick hitting your G-spot as if it was a big red button.

“I love you,” you whimpered in between the sloppy kisses as his fingers were digging into your buttocks, your voice a whole octave higher.

“I love you too, so much,” he replied, his arousal all over the place as you were continuously bouncing on him. “You feel so good.”

You were fastening your pace on him, chasing your release that was already so close. Armin picked up on your movements and slipped his hand between the two of you, his thumb circling your clit as he gazed up at your pleasure-ridden face.

You didn’t even manage say anything else as you finally reached your bliss, your back arching, stomach brushing against Armin’s own. Armin finally let go too, having restrained his own release for a while now. You slumped on him, hugging him tight around his neck as his seed spilled inside you.

He kissed you deeply, mentally exchanging ‘I love yous’. You two got off and cleaned yourself hastily, worrying that Eren might come back any second now – it’s been some time since he left.

The two of you were giggling, all lovey-dovey over each other, you tousling his hair as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. He withdrew so that he could see your face, hair sprawled out on his pillow.  

“I did good this time, didn’t I? I lasted way longer.” Armin quizzed silently, still being a bit shy about it.

You nodded eagerly, a huge smile stretching across your face as you stroked his still warm cheek. “You always do great.”

He smiled, blushing a bit, as he pecked your cheek lovingly, his hand snaked around your waist, legs tangled in a maze.

And just like that, cuddling in this little bubble of your own bliss, you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Unfiltered, Chapter 2: A Little White Lie

Description: You are a freshly graduated cadet of the 104th Training Corps with charisma and beauty to spare. Sleeping with three very different men pushes you into the center of the most complicated web of secrets and lies that can only be unraveled by one thing: the truth. The same truth that you hide at every turn to shield your carefully crafted exterior and the future of your unborn child.

Story Warnings: Explicit content: detailed descriptions of unprotected sex, really just a lot of sex, so if smut makes you uncomfy, this isn’t the fic for you! Accidental pregnancy, vomiting, cursing, slut-shaming, mentions of blood, angst with a bittersweet ending, hinted abandonment issues, mentions of a terminal illness.

Chapter Warnings: No chapter warnings that I can think of!

Author’s Note: Thank you for all of the support on the first chapter of this story! It was heartwarming to see.  (Also, Eren and the rest of the 104th are aged up in this fic!!)

Happy Reading!

- Dan

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Daily training within the Scout Corps was rigorous on its own, but the added challenge of maneuvering with sore limbs and a battered core was excruciating, the pain nagging you with every step, a bitter reminder of your lack of orgasm and the same inappropriate argument with your superior. 

Everything about Captain Levi was infuriating- his indifference, the way he can simply ignore you outside of sex and orders. Sex and orders- was there even a difference between the two at this point? He couldn’t keep casting you off as an afterthought if he wanted this to continue, which he did. It was either you or a cold midnight jerk-off, and you knew he’d do anything to avoid the latter. Meanwhile, you had options and quite a few at that. 

Since the end of March, the weather was quickly picking up to a warmer, sunnier disposition- which meant training was outside once again. Squads were put into training groups, conversing with each other and going through warm-up drills while you took the time to subtly look over your comrades, searching for a proper candidate to dangle yourself in front of. 

You halfheartedly pulled your right arm across your body to appear busy to avoid a harsh scolding from a superior for being lazy. Out of all the scouts, the cadets from the 104th Training Corps were the best candidates, simply for their lack of prestige. Levi wouldn’t care if you picked any scout or any other officer, but you knew he’d notice if you liked someone that he considered below him. 

Someone he had yet to respect.

Particularly…

Your eyes landed on Eren Jaeger- a friend of yours and, fortunately, the titan shifter who Levi was tasked with keeping an eye on for the time being. Eren was always easily flustered- to the point you had suspected he had a crush on you during your training days. Reigniting those feelings with a smile and a few strategic touches should be more than enough to coax him into bed; sooner than later.

“Hey, Eren!” you chirped, approaching the shifter without entertaining another thought. He was conversing with his two closest friends- Mikasa and Armin when he was supposed to be training with Levi’s squad. “Mikasa, Armin,” you addressed, mainly to avoid being rude.

“Y/n, hey. How are you?” Eren grinned, his shoulders straightening as you stood before him, completing the subconscious triangle that he had made in the midst of conversation. You could feel Mikasa’s stare bear into your side profile, glaring. Her arms crossed before you approached, but her hands curled into firm firsts, tightening the longer you stood there. 

“Could you help me stretch?” You asked. “Yesterday’s training made me really stiff,” your words were half true since a lot of your body was sore and painful to maneuver, but it wasn’t from training. You were in pain from the toll that pleasuring Levi took as you vividly recalled his firm grip trapping your wrists down, and his body kept your leg up throughout the entire ordeal. 

A little white lie never hurt anyone.

“I would, but...” although you expected Eren’s response to be instantaneous, you had been wrong. Instead, the shifter looked from you to Squad Levi- where he needed to report to, conflicted between having free access to touching you and to his duty as a soldier. His will wasn’t that strong, given that he was only a pent-up eighteen-year-old guy when it came down to it. 

“Please,” you tilted your head, offering a meek smile to suggest that you were embarrassed to ask for help. “It’ll only be a few minutes.”

“I-” Eren, throat bobbed as he swallowed, blind to the concerned look that Armin was giving him. “Sure. What can I do?” He asked, his metaphorical armor falling to the ground. Confidence takes one a long way.

“Let’s go to the grass,” you suggested, gesturing to the large patch where other scouts were preparing for the day by also stretching, some in pairs.

“Alright- I’ll...see you guys at dinner,” Eren waved to Mikasa and Armin and quickly followed you as you led him to an empty spot. The spot was well in Levi’s view but far enough to give you plausible deniability. 

“We’ll save you a spot!” Armin yelled, his voice nearly out of earshot to you. He was referring to Eren, anyways. You sat with your class because you were the most familiar with them, not because you were a part of their close (top ten) band. 

“It’s mainly in my legs- I might’ve landed awkwardly at some point yesterday,” you mused, slowly laying down on the warm grass. The sun shined in your eyes, causing you to squint at Eren as he sank to his knees to avoid having too big of a gap between you. “Can you push my legs down?” you requested, bringing the soles of your brown boots together and a few inches away from your groin. 

“Oh, yeah. I’ve done this for..um, Krista, before...so I think I know what to do,” Eren’s face grew red as he kneed in front of you, his thighs clamping your feet in place, which kept your legs bent and fanned out. His hands were much larger than Levi’s and warmer, too, as they pressed down on the sides of your kneecaps, unintentionally teasing your lower thighs. Eren was too naive to know how to tease, and in all honesty, he was more gentle than you deserved. 

“That’s kind of you,” you commented, growing disinterested in the conversation and instead focusing on the delicious stretch that Eren was giving your hips and inner thigh muscles. He was staring down at his hands, focusing on the way your supple muscles moved and tensed each time he pushed down. You both knew that his hands were a little higher than they should’ve been for that particular stretch. “How about my quadriceps?” You gave Eren’s hands a soft tap, and he allowed you to move onto your stomach.

Eren’s breath hitched rather noticeably, and you imagined that his gaze was now trained on your ass, the definition of it clear from your tight uniform trousers. “You know what to do, right?” you asked, feigning complete ignorance as to what you were doing and how it affected him. 

“Oh- yeah, I do,” Eren moved slowly, his left hand coming down on your lower back first, flirting with the curve of your ass. His right took hold of your right kneecap. He slowly pulled the muscle upwards while pushing down on your back.

“Don’t let me kick you,” you joked to release a little of the building tension since your raised knee was bent under his lunging body, leaving the toe of your boot little ways under his chin. You rested on your elbows to support your upper body, taking the time to look to the side, where Levi watched you from his group. Watching was in fact, an understatement because his meticulous eyes narrowed, focused on the positioning of Eren’s hands. That expression caused satisfaction to bloom in your chest, the thrill comparable to the good pain that this stretch provided you.

Eren chuckled and, after a few more seconds, switched which leg he was stretching. You were flexible, and as tempted as you were to tell him that, you refrained. A little went a long way, and too much could scare him off. “I’m sure I could take you if you did,” Eren replied, pushing your back down firmly, causing your back to crack. It hurt, but ultimately, the sensation was euphoric- the closest to orgasm you’ve been in days.

The short whine that slipped past your lips made no effort to hide that fact. Although the sound (and volume) were unintentional, it caused a few people to look in your direction, driving your face to color. You pretended not to take notice of Levi’s glare and instead looked ahead of you as Eren switched legs. As shameless as you could be, even you had your limits, drawing the line around voyeurism. In an attempt to regain control of the situation, you laughed at yourself, praying that each chuckle sounded more natural than forced as you let your head dip.

“You really have done this before, haven’t you?” You teased, turning the heat back onto Eren, who faltered at the dirty insinuation. The noise of protest was more than enough confirmation that he hadn’t done anything beyond innocent stretching, which would make this much more fun for you. 

“That’s not-...come on, let’s get to our squads before Captain Levi gives me an earful,” Eren dismissed. You would have to be obtuse not to notice how his hands lagged in coming off your body- particularly the one that pushed down on your lower back. 

You were more likely to get an earful from Levi than Eren was, anyway.

“Oh, alright,” you said with a soft laugh, groaning as you got to your feet. The pain in your legs had yet to subside completely, but the dutiful stretching did help soothe it some. “Save me a seat in the mess hall later, yeah?” You requested, arching your eyebrows as you gave your shoulders a slow roll. 

“Uh- yeah, sure,” Eren stumbled over his words as you already began walking back towards your training squad, dispersing with the rest of the scouts that were using the large patch of grass to warm up for the hard day’s labor properly. 

. . .

Eren did indeed save a seat for you on his left side, Armin usually sat, but instead, the blond took the seat across from Eren without a problem. Mikasa merely watched you as you pulled out the chair, her face completely sober while you put your metal tray down in front of you with a soft clink.

“Hey guys,” you smiled, freshly showered, your hair tied back lazily. Despite having expended a year’s worth of energy on training in the heat, the food on your tray (a cut of bread and a little bowl of potato soup) was the last thing on your mind. Instead, you were more focused on formulating a plan.  A phase two, if you will.

“Oh- Y/n, hey,” Armin greeted you first, offering a wary smile as if he was trying to talk down a gunman. You weren’t sure if that was something to be offended by or not, seeing as Armin was a skittish soldier to begin with. 

“How did training go?” you decided to take his hesitance as a compliment, a testament to the strength of the faux certitude you expressed. Boldly sitting next to Eren was the key to this interaction, and if it went according to plan, you’d have him that night. That was record time when you compared it to the weeks of batting your eyelashes and flirting about you wasted on seducing Levi. Your crush on him was only physical, and he was the subject of the wettest of your dreams- seemingly impossible. The chase was supposed to be worth the quality of the catch, and yet, last night was the final straw.  “It wuzsh goof,” Eren answered for Armin, his mouth full with a bite of bread that he devoured. His cheeks bulged with it, but you suspected that he only intervened to remind you that he was there, as if you could forget. “Tirin-g,” he admitted, swallowing down the piece of it.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Mikasa admonished from her seat on Eren’s right. She never spoke to you directly unless she had to for the legion, and as much as you tried in the past, she made no effort to budge. “You’ll choke.” 

“I won’t choke, Mikasa. I’m not a kid,” Eren argued defensively, his voice rising to subtly accuse her of not trusting his abilities. He sent her a fast glare that you wouldn’t have caught if you weren’t looking at him.

“They were pretty hard on us today,” you purposely changed the conversation back to the original topic to fill the silence that followed the awkwardly unbalanced dynamic of Eren and Mikasa. “Squad Leader Finn had my group do several rounds of interval training before we even touched our gear,” you complained, shuddering at the memory of the rocky soil pressing into your palms each time you pushed your legs back to plank.  The skin was raw and pink, and it particularly stung when you exposed it to lukewarm shower water and bar soap.

“They’re just trying to keep us sharp. You know titans are always more active during the spring and summer,” Eren said, “Section Commander Hanji hasn’t let up with her experiments, though. She asked me for a lock of my hair this morning.”

“I think that’s pretty tame for Section Commander Hanji,” you joked, breaking off a flake of the crusty outer layer of the bread to prop in your mouth. It was primarily stale, but you appreciated the warmth that seeped on your tongue. 

“She could’ve made an even cut,” Eren mumbled as he finished off his cut of bread, gesturing to his sideburn, where there was indeed a chunk of his brown hair missing. 

You chuckled at the comment as some of the other cadets from your grade populated the long table- Connie Springer was making some shoddy impression of Commander Erwin. At the same time, Sasha Blouse nearly dropped her tray of food from laughter, utterly with Jean Kirsten rolling his eyes at their antics. Even Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover took to the isolated end of the table to speak to each other, albeit Reiner’s gaze traveling to Krista Lenz every handful of seconds. Your comrades were very predictable on a day-to-day basis, which was one of the many reasons why you weren’t close with most of them. People tended to bore you quickly, which left something to be desired, more often than not. 

The conversation at this dining table rarely included you, as you preferred to sit passively and wait for the exact moment to make your next move, which was slightly less predictable than your interaction that morning. 

You picked up your soup bowl, the metal circumference small enough for you to be able to wrap your hands around it and have your fingers touch. The soup itself was watered down and bland as you thoughtlessly swirled it around with the bottom of your spoon, frowning at it. Before your mother left, she made it with heavy cream and tiny slivers of smoked bacon. The only thing that had in common with the food sitting in front of you was the use of potatoes. 

Rather than dwelling on that woman, you turned your sights back to Eren. Getting him to want you was a goal you concluded that morning and now, you only needed him to act on it. Which he wouldn’t without your provoking him.

Purposely, you fumbled with the bowl of watery ‘soup’ and watched it fall, the warm contents spilling down your shirt and landing on Eren’s lap from your proximity. Since the rest of the table was engaged in watching Connie attempt to impersonate Oluo Bozado, a member of Levi’s Squad. Until the sound of your metal bowl hitting the floor (as well as your surprised yelp) caught their attention.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying any attention,” you explained, instantaneously rounding your eyes to make your apology seem entirely genuine. Mikasa glared at you before sharing a look with Armin, who widened his eyes to alert her that you had caught on. You did not attempt to press. 

Eren’s frustrated expression quickly melted as he looked from his lap to you. “It’s just soup, Y/n. It’s fine,” he grinned, evidently attempting to lift some of the guilt as you picked up a napkin to try to blot the soup on your shirt. 

“I don’t think it’ll stain if we clean it off now,” you put the crumpled napkin on your tray, next to the empty bowl. “Let’s go to the washroom,” you suggested, motioning to the way the napkins had only absorbed the soup rather than removing the dark grey stain that was left.

“You’re probably right about that,” Eren gave his lap one final look before standing up with you, your dominant hand coming to wrap around his wrist to establish physical contact. 

“We’ll be right back,” you chirped nonchalantly, quite literally, leading the titan shifter through the middle of the mess hall. A fast glance over your shoulder revealed Mikasa starting to get up to follow, but Armin gently patted her forearm to make her sit back down. Her instincts knew better than his, but she seemed to write hers off as her usual overprotective tendency for Eren. You doubted she wanted to be scolded for it again.

The unofficial ‘Superiors’ Table’ was the closest to the entrance of the mess hall, the table formation resembling a simple cafeteria in many rows of horizontal tables, which made it easy for Levi to watch you and Eren pass him. For a moment, you locked eyes with him and offered a chaste smile to deepen the blow. The way you held Eren’s wrist as he trailed you was a signature tell of a quickie- you’d done it to Levi countless times, and now he was recognizing it as a bystander.

A slight dip of your chin expressed that you were completely serious about using Eren to make him envious. If this didn’t teach him, then you were positive nothing would.

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EM White Day -2 : Flowers/Sneaking Out

I know its technically late, but i do hope that i will be forgiven.

You guys wanted a continuation and I (almost) always listen to the comments, cause they make me feel validated. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ So here you go. Enjoy!

There was a sound coming from the window. And another one. And one right after. Not understanding what the hell was going on, Mikasa sat up on the bed, annoyed, putting down the book she was reading to try and investigate. Was it raining outside? But her theory got debunked as soon as she neared the glass, because a small rock landed square in the middle, bouncing off with the same annoying sound she kept hearing. Well, mystery solved. Not raining, just some dumbass throwing pebbles at her window. Swearing to whatever dark god was listening that if she opens and gets hit by a piece of gravel, she will literally climb down the tree and kick the hooligan’s ass, Mikasa clicked the latch and leaned out, squinting into the darkness. It was pretty damn late.

“Miki! Hey, Mikasa, down here!”

If she could pick one person in the whole world that would throw rocks at her house after midnight, it would most likely be her dorky boyfriend. And, lo and behold, the guess would be correct.

“Eren!”, she hissed down, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Waking you up.”

Even in the dark, she could almost see the smug smile on his face.

“I wasn’t sleeping you ass. What do you want?”

The smile only widened.

“Come down and I’ll tell you.”

Theoretically, she could say no, close the window and go back to the book. Then again, theories didn’t stand well when faced with reality, and while Eren’s plans could range from goofy to straight up illegal, they were always fun. But she wouldn’t make it that easy on him, especially not after he so rudely interrupted her reading. Mikasa was just getting to the juicy part, damn it.

“You do realize that your rock assault could have woken my parents, or much worse, my brother up.”

Down below, Eren shrugged.

“So what?”

“Playing the tough guy now, huh?”, leaning on the windowsill, Mikasa went on, “I do remember that the last time he almost walked in on us, you basically had a heart attack.”

“Let me remind you that he’s a marine, is insanely overprotective of you, and he was just about to catch me with my hand down his little sister’s pants. Literally.”

“I don’t need reminding, I was there.”

Oh, teasing was fun, but Eren didn’t have the time to just stand there and listen to Mikasa pulling out all the embarrassing moments she had on him. With the sheer amount of them, they could very well spend the whole night like this, and that just wouldn’t do.

“Listen babe, you can sit on that sill the whole night, smirking down at me, or you can get your ass down here, and let me show you why I even bothered coming in the first place.”

Weighing the pros and cons, Mikasa decided to just dump the logic and follow Eren’s call, as it was sometimes needed in their relationship. He wasn’t very good at explaining things, but his plans worked out. Well, most of the time. So, she climbed out, getting a firm hold on the tree and slid down, jumping the last few feet to land in front of her boyfriend, dusting herself off. On his part, all Eren could do was stand and stare, because no matter how many times he saw her do this, the grace she displayed while doing such a mundane task as climbing down a tree was amazing.

“Cat got your tongue?”, she asked, not yet abandoning her teasing tone.

“I don’t know.”, with a smirk, Eren put his hands around her waist, pulling her flush against him, “Wanna check if I still have it?”

Giggling, Mikasa accepted the offered kiss, and she made extra sure to double check if his tongue was still intact. It would be damn shame to lose it, especially when he could use it so well during kissing and…well, other intimate activities.

“Was your grand plan just standing here and making out?”, she asked after a few minutes, when Eren didn’t seem to have any intention of going anywhere. And while this was nice and all, she didn’t see the point of going out for this, couldn’t he just climb up into her room as he usually did?

“Erm, no, of course not.”, reluctantly letting go of her, Eren took a step back, breathing in the cold night air to calm himself down. They were dating for like what, three months, but still, every time they kissed his whole mind just went completely blank. This is how it must feel to chew a 5 gum™.

“Come on, let’s go.”

With that, he took her hand in his and together they started walking, hopefully to where Eren wanted them to be. Mikasa loved the guy, but his sense of direction was pretty terrible.

“So where are we going?”, she queried, but all Eren did was grin.

“Wait and see.”

With nothing better to do, Mikasa allowed herself to be led, watching as they passed different houses and roads, getting closer to their goal. Just as she was about to try tickling the plan out of Eren, he stopped, apparently very satisfied with himself.

“We are here.”

But where was here? Upon closer inspection, Mikasa deduced that this must be some kind of garden, judging from the flower beds she could see through the bars, and the trees that loomed all around them. Curiosity sated, a new question arose.

“How do we get in?”

“Oh right….”, hopeful, Eren checked the gate, but he would be lying if he said that he was surprised to find it locked. Damn, he never thought about this. Putting on a brave face, he turned towards his smirking girlfriend, shrugging. “We climb over, what else?”

“Fine.”

Before he could offer his help to the lady, as it’s expected, Mikasa approached the metal, and with a rustle of clothing and few quick moves, she was on the other side, blinking at Eren through the barrier.

“You coming?”

Shaking his head, he followed, with a lot more grunting and much slower, but in the end managed to cross, straightening to see that Mikasa was already ahead, inspecting the flowers.

“It’s pretty here.”, she informed him when he joined her, “How did you find out about this place?”

“Mom works here.”, taking her hand in his again, he gently tugged at it to get Mikasa to follow, leading her to the place he saw earlier. Hopefully it was still there.

It was. A patch of grass surrounded by rose bushes, all the colors she could dream of. Red, white, yellow, even some black ones, peeking from the green.

“Oh my god, it’s beautiful.”, coming closer, Mikasa leaned in to see better, an expression of childlike wonder on her face. And Eren couldn’t help but feel relieved. Jackpot. To be honest, he did feel a bit anxious, because Mikasa didn’t seem much like a flower type of a girl, but he took a slight gamble and won. Watching her, fascinated by the beauty of the roses, Eren was very glad that he risked it. Just seeing the way she looked, surrounded by the flowers, made it completely worth it.

When Mikasa wanted to take a breather, and they sat together on the grass, Eren was quick to offer his lap for her to rest her head in, and offer she accepted readily. With the weather being nice for once, the ground was reasonably dry and pleasantly warm, allowing her to lie down without the fear of catching a cold.

“You know, I was half thinking that you drew me out just to have sex somewhere public again.”, she spoke into the night, shuffling on the ground to be a bit more comfortable.

Originally, that was the other part of his plan, but with her so peacefully resting, it would be rude to try and rouse her just to get some. Well, this felt nice too, not going to lie. Sort of.

“What do you think I am, some kind of a pervert?”

Mikasa just snorted, choosing not to answer. Silence stretched above them like a blanket, with the stars providing just enough light to paint the scene in an intimate glow, as Eren dragged his fingers through her hair, gently. The color of her locks was so similar to the inky midnight sky, he was just about to comment on that, but Mikasa spoke first, not giving him the chance to.

“Eren,”, she asked, suddenly serious for a change, “do you think that we are going to make it?”

If he could see the future, he would tell her. About all the ups and downs their relationship will have through the rest of the high school and college, how they will almost break up over a stupid misunderstanding but return to each other just two days after the incident, the separation too painful to bear. How stressful it will be the first year after school, them almost never having time to spend it together, their jobs too demanding, so they will leave notes for each other on the fridge, always ending them with a little heart. How beautiful she will look at their wedding, the stunning visage forever burned into his brain, the happiest day of his life. How her first pregnancy will be completely unplanned, and she will spend a week at Sasha’s unsure of what to do, lying long hours in the bed, hands pressed against her stomach with tears streaming down her face until she will have no more left. Eren would tell her all about the fear that he felt, during the later stages of her pregnancy, jumping at shadows when he deemed them even a little bit dangerous to his wife. How their first child, a daughter, will help Armin through his depression, shining light into his world that seemed like nothing but darkness to him. How Mikasa will handle her next children with stoic calmness, already knowing what to expect, but he will still stress himself, endlessly fuzzing over her, making sure that Mikasa has everything she needs. And that, a lifetime later, he will press a kiss to her hair, streaked with gray, and murmur “We made it.”, making her laugh and swat his shoulder playfully, while their grandkids all around them will loudly demand their attention.

Alas, Eren was no oracle, so all he did was shrug, smoothing the strands of hair behind Mikasa’s ears.

“I don’t know.”, he replied, “But when you are with me, nothing is impossible.”

And for now, that was more than enough for them.

[myfanficwonderland]

For The Rest of Our Lives

Tags: Anal fingering, Anal sex, Rimming 

Summary:  canon verse, My prompt is an Ereri engagement proposal and everyone's response to that. Just events leading up to that, fluffy feels stuff (maybe smut too?--emotional smut? )

Eren was speechless as he stared at his kneeling lover in shock. ‘’What?’’ He asked, the words leaving him in a barely heard whisper. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard, brain failing him and refusing to compute the sight before him and the sentence that had just left his lover’s lips.

Levi smiled fondly at his flabbergasted boyfriend and soon (hopefully.) to be fiance. ‘’I said,’’ He started then stopped for a moment to clear his throat before meeting his lover’s gaze again. ‘’Would you make me the happiest man within these walls by marrying me?’’ Levi said as he lifted the small box he held in his hands up to let Eren see it’s contents better.

Eren gasped, he could feel tears forming at the corners of his eyes as his lips stretched into the smile that he couldn’t contain.

They had talked about possibly getting married many times before and had decided that yes, they wanted to do so one day, but things had always been way too hectic, way dangerous and way unpredictable for them to do so, and thus they had decided to put the matter off until things calmed down, that things would remain the way they were until the war was over and if by the time it ended, they were still alive, then he and Levi would get married.

It had taken 10 years since he joined the scouting legion for them to exterminate all of the titans, tt was a messy affair, after the Zeke and Reiner had been exterminated, civil war broke out and it took 2 years for the Survey Corps and their supporters to deal with the aftermath.

12 years. That’s how long it has been since Eren joined the survey corps and how long it had taken them to reach this moment

And Eren couldn’t have been happier.

They are finally free.

Humanity finally has the peace it has been longing for, for so long.

‘’Yes!’’ He choked out, tears streaming down his face. ‘’Yes, of course I’ll marry you.’’ He said, wiping the tears from his face before throwing himself against Levi in a tight embrace.

They parted as Levi took one of the rings out of the box before taking Eren’s left hand in his and sliding the ring onto Eren’s ring finger, Eren taking the other ring and doing the same for Levi.

Eren sniffled, holding Levi’s hand tightly in his as a laugh left his parted lips. He could tell Levi was just as emotional as him as Levi held Eren’s hand just as tightly, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Eren never thought he would meet someone who would love him so much as to want to spend their life with him, what with his anger related issues and titan shifting abilities.

Levi never thought he would find someone who would love him that much either, what with his thought to be cold personality and sometimes harsh behaviour.

Yet they found each other.

Out of everyone else, it was Eren who made himself home in Levi’s heart.

Out of all the possibilities, it was Levi who stole Eren’s breath away with a single glance.

And they wouldn’t change that for the world.

Levi laid his palm against Eren’s cheek, stroking it lovingly as he wiped the brunet’s tears. ‘’I love you.’’ He said softly. ‘’I love you so much I don’t even know how to fully put it into words…’’ he continued as he placed his forehead against Eren’s with a soft sigh. ‘’I don’t think I will ever be able to fully convey how much I love you.’’

‘’I love you too, Levi.’’ Eren hiccuped the words out. He let go of Levi’s hand, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Levi’s neck before closing the distance between them and sliding his lips against Levi’s in a gentle, loving kiss.

Once they parted, they both laughed as they held onto each other. Filled with more happiness and contentment than they had ever experienced before.

Eren and Levi received a lot of congratulations from their friends who noticed the rings and thus found out about their engagement the next day.

Sasha squealed out her delight as she threw herself at Eren and Levi, hugging them tight as she happily babbled her congratulations and how happy she was for them.

Connie chuckled at his girlfriend’s antics before joining in on the hug as he yelled out his congratulations, wishing them happiness as he cheered them on.

Jean’s congratulations was followed with a roll of his eyes and a ‘finally’ muttered under his breath before he proceeded to tease Eren until the young man almost went chasing him and had to be stopped from doing so by Levi.

Armin’s and Historia’s congratulations came out in choked words in between sniffles and watery eyes as they hugged Eren and Levi tenderly.

Everybody within five miles radius heard Hanji’s screech of pure happiness once the news of Levi's and Eren’s engagement had reached Hanji’s ears.

Erwin had laughed before congratulating them both with a pat on their backs before giving them the day off and the happiest grin they had ever seen on their commander’s face.

‘’I’m really happy for you, Eren, Captain Levi.’’ Mikasa said as she smiled fondly at her little brother and his fiancee.

She hated Levi at first, especially after he and Eren started dating, but after seeing how good he was to her brother and how much he obviously cared, her hatred for him dissipated and she grew to care for him and think of him as part of her family with time.

Now, finding out that two of the people she cared most about in her life could finally grant their wish of getting married…

Mikasa was sure that nothing would beat the happiness she feels today other than their wedding day.

‘’Thank you, Mikasa.’’ Levi responded as he sent a small smile of his own towards the raven haired girl. ‘’But you don’t need to call me captain anymore, we are almost in laws.’’

He knew that Mikasa didn’t like him at first. She had made it quite obvious back then. But he also knew that, that was ancient history and how much she is fond of him now.

Mikasa’s smile widened as a small laugh left her lips. ‘’You’re right, Levi.’’ She responded as she wrapped her arms around both of them, kissing them both on the forehead before going back to her duties for the day.

Levi and Eren smiled at each other as they watched Mikasa go back to work, their eyes glinted with happiness as their gazes met.

Levi extended his hand out to Eren, smiling brightly as Eren accepted the invitation and took Levi’s hand in his. Levi squeezed Eren’s hand lightly before pushing his fingers between Eren’s own as they left the building and headed out for a walk, wishing to spend their day off outside in each other’s company.

First they went to the market and bought some food and snacks, among other things. They spent half of the day at the market, looking around the stalls and some of the shows held at the market place.

The other half of the day was spent in the forest, having a picnic with some of the foods that they had bought, enjoying each other's company as they ate and conversed, before they laid down on the grass, side by side, their fingers laced together as they stared at the sky.

Night had already fallen when they returned back to the headquarters. They made sure they were quiet as they headed back to their shared room as they didn’t want to wake everyone up.

Once they were in their room, the locked the door and headed to the bathroom, prepared to shower and wash away the sweat and grime on their skin brought on by a day spent outside, as enjoyable as the outing was, neither of them were fond of being dirty.

They took their time in the shower, letting their muscles relax and thoroughly washing away any sweat and dirt that had clung to their skin.

Once they left the bathroom, Eren grabbed one of the books lining the bookshelf before he and Levi went and laid down on their bed.

Levi had never read any fiction related books before nor did he have someone that told him any fairy tales as a child.

When he and Eren got together, that was one of the things that changed. Eren loved to read before bed, he would always grab some book about fairy tales and read a few pages of it out loud before falling asleep.

Since they started sharing a room and a bed, Levi would always lay down next to Eren with his head on the brunet’s shoulder as Eren did his daily reading. During those instances, Levi felt as if Eren was reading it to him, and as no one had ever done that for Levi before, It was something that Levi loved and received a lot of enjoyment from.

The way Eren’s voice softened as he read, the way he recited some of the more action based scenes, and the way his tongue rolled over some words as he read… Listening to Eren read usually had two different effect on Levi.

More often than not, it lulls him to sleep, which taking how exhausted they had been when they got back, should’ve been what occurred.

But, sometimes, hearing Eren read, has another effect entirely.

And considering his dick is harder than granite at the moment, sleep was the farthest thing from Levi’s mind.

‘’Eren…’’ Levi called as he spread his palm against Eren’s chest, massaging it slowly.

Eren paused his reading at the tone of Levi’s voice, feeling his own dick hardening in response, Eren could always tell when his lover was horny just by hearing his voice.

Eren closed the book in his hands, putting it away onto the bedside table before turning his attention towards his lover.

He pulled Levi in for a slow, sweet kiss, pushing his hand beneath the covers and gently palming Levi’s clothed erection, causing the older man to moan into the kiss.

Levi dipped his hand into Eren’s pants, taking hold of his half-mast cock and pumping it into full hardness before lowering the covers, taking hold of the waistband of Eren’s pants and underwear and pulling them down to his knees.

He pulled away from the kiss, lifting himself from his laying position to remove his own pants and undergarments before lowering himself till his face met Eren’s erect cock. Levi blew a breath of air lightly onto the tip, causing it to twitch before he took Eren’s cock in his hand, pumping it as he gave a lick to the underside of the head.

Levi made sure he spared a few licks to the shaft before he rolled his tongue around the head, dipping it into the slit, stopping once Eren tapped him on the shoulder.

‘’Turn your ass towards me.’’ Eren said, as he opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out a vial of oil before laying down properly for what they were about to do next.

Levi nodded before doing as Eren had asked. The first thing Eren did once Levi was in position was to take Levi’s cock into his mouth and give it a hard suck, causing Levi to moan loudly as Levi took hold of Eren’s cock and returned the favor, bobbing his head as he took as much as he could of Eren’s length into his mouth, wrapping his fingers around the parts his mouth couldn’t reach and pumping in tandem.

Eren uncorked the vial and dripped some of the oil onto his fingers, spreading it out thoroughly onto the digits. He brought one of his oil coated fingers to Levi’s entrance, running his finger around the ring of muscles until it softened, allowing his finger to slowly be engulfed by the tight heat that is Levi. It didn’t take long before he was able to enter the second digit, pumping and scissoring them, making sure to spread Levi open as thoroughly as possible, inserting the third and final finger when he was sure Levi was ready for it.

Once fully prepared, Eren pulled his fingers out of Levi’s entrance, pulling his mouth away from Levi’s dick, as Levi pulled away from Eren’s cock with an audible pop.

Levi lifted himself off Eren, turned around until he was facing the brunet and threw his leg over Eren’s waist till he was seated on Eren’s hips with one leg on each side of Eren’s hips before taking the vial that had been left on the bed, dripping a generous amount of oil onto Eren cock before thoroughly spreading it onto the length. When Eren’s cock was fully coated with oil, Levi put the stopper back in place, closing the vial then threw it back onto the bed as he took hold of Eren’s cock that was already dripping with precum and lowered himself onto it  until he was fully seated with Eren cock deep inside him, causing them both to moan out each other’s names in pleasure.

Eren held onto Levi’s hips as Levi began to move, Eren bucking his hips up to meet Levi’s ass on it’s descend down.

Eren’s mouth latched onto Levi’s neck, biting and sucking, leaving behind bruises everywhere it went before Eren caught Levi’s left nipple with his teeth, giving it a few gentle bites before sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it.

He took one of his hands off Levi’s hips and brought it to Levi’s cock which had been leaking pre-cum profusely and took a hold of it, jerking it fast as their move grew more frantic.

They were almost there, he could feel it.

‘’Eren, I’m close.’’ Levi panted as he laid his hands on each side of Eren’s head for support.

‘’I know, me too.’’ Eren grunted as he sped up their pace.

Levi leaned down, brushing his lips against Eren before taking Eren’s bottom lip between his own, nibbling on it lightly before deepening the kiss.

Levi came with a loud moan of Eren’s name against his lips, his hips stuttering in their movement as he reached his release, cum splattering against his abdomen, as he tightened around Eren’s cock.

Eren groaned as Levi tightened around him, managing a few more thrusts before his hips ground to a halt as he came before giving a few shallow thrusts to help ride out their orgasms.

Eren knew it wasn’t over yet, neither of them were ever sated after just one round.

More. They always wanted more.

They stayed connected until their breathing calmed down before Eren pulled out of Levi, flipping their position around and laying Levi down on his back.

He took hold of Levi’s legs, lifting them above his shoulders as he wrapped one hand around Levi’s still erect cock and lowered his head to lap at his entrance causing Levi’s back to arch and to twist the sheets between his fingers in pleasure as small moans and pants of Eren’s name left his parted lips.

Eren removed his tongue from Levi’s entrance and pushed his fingers in there as he wrapped his lips around Levi’s cock, paying special attention to the tip and underside as he bobbed his head, moaning.

He loved the way Levi felt on his tongue, he knew he would never grow sick of it.

Levi ran his fingers through Eren’s hair before pulling on it slightly. Eren, hurry’’ He panted only to be cut off by a moan wrenching itself past his gritted teeth, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. ‘’Your cock, in me, I want it.’’

Eren pulled off Levi’s cock, smiling fondly at his lover. ‘’Okay.’’ He responded before removing his fingers from inside Levi and lowering him back onto the bed.

Levi wrapped his legs around Eren’s waist as Eren situated his cock at Levi’s entrance, slowly breaching the ring of muscle with the tip of his cock before thrusting his hips with one smooth move until he was fully inside.

Eren started up a fast pace, causing Levi to wrap his fingers around his cock and jerk it in time with the movement, knowing neither of them would last long this time.

And he was right.

Levi came with a yell as Eren buried his face against Levi’s neck, as he came aswell, both reaching their release for the second time that night.

They both held onto each other as they calmed down before Eren pulled out of Levi and laid down next to him, lifting the blanket and laying it on their bodies as he brought the older man into his arms and held him tight, placing his lips against Levi’s in a slow kiss before gently placing a gentle kiss onto Levi’s forehead as Levi snuggled closer to Eren, wrapping his arms around Eren in turn.

It didn’t take long before they fell asleep, knowing that they had nothing to worry about anymore as they now had the rest of their lives to spend together.