#roommate eren x y/n

[seeingivy]

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roommate eren x f!reader 

after finding yourself in an unfortunate situation, you room with your co-workers best friend eren for the time being 

content: roommates au, miscommunication trope, mutual pining, teeny tiny bit of angst, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, a bit of suggestive content, taylor alison swift, the most corny little eren that ever eren-ed 

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first meeting

tending to injuries

flu season

bad day

3:45 am

the morning after!

meet the parents

fall concert

miscommunication

how to fight

three days

befriend your landlord

the party scene

the scouts

your fiercest protectors

fall banquet 

engaged and in love

important questions

you’re always welcome to send a lil question + request for lil bonuses abt this story and this man if you so desire (roommate eren nation rise, he will NEVER DIE) 

[slxtslovebambi]

𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐰/ 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 💨

Eren Yeager x Fem!reader | MDNI

Mentions of: roommate Armin, Connie, Jean and angry neighbor Levi

Synopsis: You’re Eren's girlfriend and he invited his friends over for a smoke session wich kinda escalated.

Warnings: Nsfw, drug use, slight exhibitionism, nipple play, slight humiliation, Connie and Jean recording your voices, fingering, penetration, lots of cuss words, Everyone being a dickhead aside from Armin cause he’s great <3

Wc: 3k+

Eren has been your boyfriend for almost 8 months now. You don’t know a lot of his friends besides Armin because he’s Eren's roommate, but you’ve heard about Connie and Jean before so you didn’t feel uncomfortable when Eren told you that they’re coming over.

He knows that you’re not the most extroverted, that’s why he told you that if you felt uneasy he’d tell them to leave but you were not bothered by Connie and Jean at all. They were really funny, and even Armin who has been pretty stressed lately was laughing at their jokes like crazy.

"No, I swear! He hit his head so hard that he walked around with a huge bruise on his forehead for at least two whole weeks!" Connie giggles at the story he just told while rolling two Joints so that Jean could pass in Erens direction and he could pass to Armin.

He’s sitting next to Jean on the end of Eren's bed wich is placed in on of the corners in his room.

He licks on the thin paper and rolls it up.

"Oh yeah? You don’t even get to talk Connie, at least my forehead isn’t as big as a fucking football helmet!" Jean yells while Armin is trying to keep his laughter in.

"Ohh shut up! Stop lying just cause you’re embarrassed!" Connie argues back.

"Guys stop yelling, I don’t want this short angry man hammering against my door again." Eren hushes them.

He sits on the head of the bed, with his back against the headboard while you’re placed between his legs, resting your head against his chest.

"Dude what are you talking about?" Connie laughs as he passes one of the joints to Jean.

"He’s talking about Mr. Ackerman, our neighbor." Armin explains. He sits with his head against the wall right next to you and Eren on the bed.

You have met Mr. Ackerman before, he’s very nice to you and Armin actually but he’s been giving your boyfriend a hard time lately.

"That man despises me!" Eren groans while rolling his eyes back.

"No he just… he thinks you’re a bit loud sometimes that’s it." Armin looks over to Eren.

"He called me a thug, and he said my music taste is trashy!" Eren says with a disgusted look on his face. He just can’t understand how his neighbor could dislike him after having such a nice talk with his mom just a week ago but he won’t let it get to him to much, at least he likes him more than his older brother.

"Somebody got a lighter?" Connie interrupts.

Jean reaches into his pocket and hands Connie a pink hello kitty lighter.

You immediately notice how familiar it looks as Connie lit up the Joint in his hand to pass the lighter back to Jean so that he could do the same.

"Hey that’s mine." You pout at Eren.

It’s the one he bought you about a month ago because you said it looked cute.

"'M sorry baby, I couldn’t find mine so I took yours when I went over to Jean last Friday." He says softly while he looks into your eyes and brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

"That’s a pretty lighter you got there Y/n." You look over at Jean to see him eying it up closely while Connie is taking the first hit. "Do you want it back?."

You nod slowly as he reaches out his arm and places the lighter softly in your hand while smiling at you.

"There you go." He winks.

"T-Thank you Jean." You mumble quietly.

He only smirks at you in response.

Eren isn’t exactly thrilled at the way that Jean looks at you but he won’t let his jealousy get the best of him again.

The next person that Connie passes the Joint to is Armin, since he noticed how exhausted he looked today. Armin has been studying night and day for the past weeks and the more that his grades went up his mood went down.

There’s dark circles around his eyes and his hair is all messed up. It’s normal for Eren to walk around like that but not really for him.

Armin starts inhaling the smoke from the joint and breathes out heavily as he sighs.

"Are you okay Min?” You ask him gently.

The first time you met Armin was almost a year ago during Eren's and your talking stage.

Armin has always been nothing but nice to you and he’s one of the most important people in Eren’s life, so of course you care about his well-being too.

"Yeah I’m just a bit tired today." Armin responds as he takes another hit.

"Cause you were up till like 5am." Jean huffs.

"So were you and Connie." Armin shrugs.

"Yeah but going out is way less exhausting than studying!" Connie comes in Jean's defense.

"Shut up, at least I don’t have to be worried about failing half of my classes." Armin rolls his eyes sarcastically. "Wow that’s how you think about me?"

Connie puts his hand up to his chest, pretending to feel his heart break.

"Don’t let it get to you bro, he’s just showing us his true colors." Jean joins the act.

Armin takes a few more hits before passing the joint to Eren while groaning annoyed.

"You want a hit Y/n?" Jean asks.

You nod and take it between your fingers before you put the tip between your lips and inhale deeply.

You don’t smoke a lot, of course from time to time but mostly when Eren's around.

"How do you feel?" Eren quietly whispers in your ear as his hand softly grabs your waist.

"'M good don’t worry." You wave off.

"Okay but take it easy." Eren responds.

"Fuck man look at Armin." Connie giggles as he points at the blond sitting next to you.

Armin’s eyes are watery and narrowed as he stares holes into the air.

"What’s wrong? Is something on my face?" He snaps out of trance and looks confused at Connie and Jean before turning his head in Eren's and your direction with a flustered look on his face.

"Nothings wrong Min, you look great." You put the hand that’s not holding the joint up to his cheek and check his eyes while you smile softly at him, as he blushes at your warming touch.

It’s easy to tell that Eren doesn’t like what he just saw by the way he pulls you closer.

"You heard that Eren? Armin looks 'great'."

Connie emphasizes the word „great“ while he draws air quotes with his fingers to express his sarcasm.

"Fuck off." Eren mumbles annoyed before taking another hit and passing his joint to Jean, leaving you out since you’re still smoking.

"See what you did y/n? Now he’s gonna act like a bitch all day." Connie complains jokingly.

"Dude don’t blame her, blame him!" Jean points at Armin.

"Why me?" Armin clearly feels insulted by being blamed for Eren's jealousy when everybody knows that Eren gets jealous all the time, even when he forgets why he was jealous in the first place after a few minutes.

"We’re joking, calm down" Connie laughs.

"You guys are so annoying." Armin huffs.

"Ohh so now we’re annoying huh?"

Eren doesn’t even care about his friends being dramatic right now.

The second he felt his body relaxing,

he couldn’t think about anything else besides how pretty you looked.

It was hard for him to focus on anything else as he pulls you closer and places his hand on your stomach.

You smell so good… is that a new fragrance? It definitely isn’t the one he bought you, but it smells really nice.

He takes your joint from between your fingers, puffs on it a single time and hands it to Connie before he slowly starts kissing your jawline down to your neck while ignoring everything happening around you two.

You can feel him sliding his hand under your shirt, just so he can slowly move it up to your chest, where he softly grabs one of your tits and squeezes it.

He so needy for you right now.

Your tits are always so warm and soft, it’s just so comforting to him.

He doesn’t even know why but he always loved your tits, they’re just so perfect and he wishes he could feel them all the time.

"Gross, get a room you two!" Jean grimaced.

"You got a problem Jeanboy?" Eren challenges him as he raises an eyebrow before pinching your nipple hard enough to make you let out a little gasp.

He knows exactly how much Jean hates that stupid nickname he gave him in 8th grade, that’s why it’s so much fun for him to use it all the time.

You’re so embarrassed at the way that Eren touches you in front of everybody.

Maybe you’re just paranoid but it feels like all eyes are laid on your body, watching your fingers trembling and your chest go up and down.

Eren notices your shaking hands gripping on his shirt and the shameful look on your face.

"Whats wrong?" He mumbles quietly, making it impossible for his friends to hear.

"Cut it Eren." Is all you get out.

You don’t want him touching you like this when people are watching and you also don’t want his friends to think badly of you.

"What?" Eren looks at you perplexed.

"Your girl just told you to fuck off!" Jean bawls loudly.

"You guys are fucking cock blocks." By the way Eren hisses at his friends it’s pretty obvious that he is annoyed right now.

"What did I do?" Armin looks at Eren offended, still smoking the joint that Connie had just handed him.

"Wasn’t talking to you." He hushes him.

"Stop the generalizations Yeager, Jean's the one you’re mad at! Armin and I were just enjoying the show!" Connie admits proudly, thinking he’s helping Armin by inserting himself into the conversation.

"What?!" Armin does not look to happy about the false statement Connie had just made.

"Don’t worry bro I got your back!" He just winks at Armin, pretending to be saving their asses right now.

"All of you need to shut the fuck up, just get out!"

At this point Eren is so pissed but he should have known better, he loves his friends but they are dickheads.

"I live here too?" Armin cheekily states as he raises his eyebrow.

He hates always being the one that gets punished for his friends bad behavior.

"I meant the living room." Eren clarifies.

"Ohh I see how it is… Eren's making us leave so he can get his little dick wet."

All of this is so embarrassing to you, you know why Eren told them to leave and the worst part is that they know too.

"Relax, we wanted to order pizza anyway. Let’s just go watch a movie or something." Jean says calmly. He sees how uneasy all of this makes you feel and just figures that you don’t know how to handle Connie’s and his humor yet.

"You’re on his side now?" Connie’s still going with the act.

"There’s no sides dumbass! Just look at Y/n, you’re gonna scare her off you idiot!" Jean's fist strikes Connie’s chest.

You wish you could hide your face right now.

The word 'flustered' is basically written on your forehead by now.

"It’s fine, we’ll go to the living room." Armin is way to exhausted to be dealing with bullshit like this right now.

He stands up and walks out of the room with Jean and Connie following him.

"Have fun bro." Connie boldly says while grinning at Eren as he closes the door.

"Why’d you do that?" you ask angrily as you turn around to face him.

"What?" He answers confused, as if he didn’t just humiliate you.

"What? Are you serious? That was so embarrassing!" You’re stunned at the fact that he literally doesn’t see anything wrong with what had just happened.

"If you think that was embarrassing then you never saw Connie or Jean try to hit on a girl." Eren smirks at the countless memories of his friends trying to impress random girls at parties.

You just huff in response, annoyed at the childish behavior of your boyfriend.

"Oh c’mon, don’t be like that." He pulls you closer and looks you in the eyes while his finger are pressing into the soft skin of your lower stomach.

"I know you want it too baby." A small smirk is painted on his lips as he takes of your shirt before he opens your bra-clamps behind your back with one hand.

As soon as your tits are freed he immediately latches on to them, sucking and biting on one of your nipples while toying with the other one.

Your try your best to stay quiet but when you feel his other hand open the buttons of your pants and slowly rubbing against you’re clit, you just can’t hold back anymore.

You whimper at the feeling of his fingers sliding the fabric of your panties to the side to insert his ring and middle finger in your tight pussy.

"Mhm let me hear you baby."

He smirks, satisfied with the fact that he knew you’d like it, before starting to suck on your other nipple.

Eren just loves the feeling of being right.

He slides his fingers in and out, feeling you clench around them and slowly getting more and more wet for him.

Soon the feeling of just his fingers wasn’t enough for you so you start pawing at the visibly hard bulge on his pants, hoping he’d give you what you want.

He just laughs at your pathetic action, before removing his fingers from your cunt and pressing them between your lips, so you can suck them clean.

"You want me so bad don’t you princess?"

He smirks wickedly.

You just nod, with your tongue still wrapped around his fingers.

"Mhm that’s what I thought. I feel nice today so I’ll give you what you want baby."

He removes your pants and underwear from your already twitching body before he takes off his sweater and loosens his belt to strip out of his pants and boxers too.

You grab him by his neck to pull him closer to place a long and sensual kiss on his lips.

Eren rubs his tip gently along your slit, using your wetness to thrust in easier.

You softly kiss and suck on his neck, leaving a few little hickeys and bruises.

"C’mon baby moan for me, I want everybody to hear how good I make you feel." Eren starts going faster and using his thumb to softly rub up and down your clit.

You cry out when you feel him hammering his dick inside of you, penetrating your g spot.

"Louder princess, I know you can!" He gives your tit a small squeeze before smacking it with his hand.

You whine at the pain, completely forgetting about the fact that his friends could probably hear you right now.

"Oh look at your tits baby, you’re nipples are all perked up." Eren smiles before starting to suck on them again.

You feel his teeth biting around the areola and his tongue leaving kitten licks all over you’re already swollen nipples.

You can tell he’s also close by the way he’s groaning in your ear and the fact that his thrust start getting messier.

He keeps on switching back and forth between your nipples, trying to give them his attention equally.

By the time he stops your nipples are already so puffy and sensitive that the feeling of his thumb rubbing over them feels ten times more arousing then normally.

"Are you close baby?" Eren asks as he looks down on you.

"Mhm m' so close Eren, please make me cum." You beg desperately.

"Let me hear your pretty moans again and I’ll let you cum." He says, speeding up one more time.

You start moaning in his ear, feeling that you’re already on the edge when he hits your g spot again, finally giving you the rest to cream around his cock.

A few seconds later Eren pulls out, releasing himself on your lower stomach.

"Fuck yes." He whispers under his breath before throwing his head back.

"I knew you could do it." He locks eyes with you again, still trying to calm his breath.

He pulls out and gives you a peck on the forehead before grabbing a tissue from his nightstand to wipe away the cum on your body when it suddenly knocks at his bedroom door.

"Eren… uhh I don’t wanna bother you but Mr.Ackerman is at the door and he asked me if I could tell you to uhm… 'keep it down'." Armin stammers.

"Tell him to fuck off." Eren shouts back pissed off at his noisy neighbor not being able to mind his business.

"I refuse to do that." You hear Armin decline your boyfriends offer from the other side of the door.

"Then tell him that I’m busy." Eren groans annoyed.

"Fine but if this happens again I won’t back you up!" Armin states clearly before you can hear his footsteps becoming quieter until he’s completely gone and it’s silent again.

"Can you believe that?" He looks at you irritated.

"Maybe we were being a bit loud." You admit quietly.

"So what? This is my house." He says annoyed.

"Well technically…" you start as he interrupts you. "Don’t even start Y/n!"

"I’m sorry, I love you baby." You giggle.

"Yeah whatever." He looks away with a stern look on his face.

"C’mon say it back!" You playfully hit his chest.

"I love you too." He rolls his eyes before giving you a small peck on the lips.

"Do you think Connie and Jean are still here?" You ask curiously.

Of course you think it’s embarrassing when Armin hears Eren and you having sex, but at least you know that he would never mention it to you.

Connie and Jean on the other hand have no filter. They would totally joke about it.

Eren grabs his phone from his nightstand and looks at his Homescreen.

"They sure are." He sighs.

"How do you know?"

He turns his phone screen towards you and opens a contact named 'Bald bitch'.

"What’s that?" You ask confused. There’s only a single new voice message that’s about 25 seconds long.

"Press play." He calmly speaks.

It’s like your soul left your body when you heard Connie and Jean fake moaning and joking around while Armin was mumbling something along the lines of "he isn’t going to like this guys.".

You could hear yourself whining in the background as Eren was saying something that you couldn’t understand clearly.

"Those two bastards." Eren rolls his eyes.

"That’s what I sound like when I’m having sex?"

"What’s wrong with it? I think you sound beautiful baby."

"This is horrible."

Next time when Eren wants to sleep with you while his friends are over, your definitely saying no.

This was so much fun to write even if it took me forever!!

I noticed that I write a lot about Eren and kinda wanted to get away from that even if I love him lmao.

My newest work:

[mewhenimanangel]

and they were roommates, mikasa ackerman

pairing: mikasa ackerman x fem!reader

synopsis: you and mikasa have been friends since middle school, practically inseparable. who knew you were both in love with each other

content!: friends to lovers, swearing, alcohol, mutual pining, girls kissing, fingering, oral sex, nipple play, object insertion, sapphic

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: there’s a severe lack of mikasa fics, also how do you guys write the craziest smut and not feel a little awkward like omg

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you hurried up the stairs to your apartment to get ready for a date with some guy you'd met the other day. grabbing your keys you opened your front door to see your roommate and best friend, mikasa, on the couch.

"hey mika" you greeted her throwing off your jacket and shoes. "hey, you're later than usual" she said, getting up from her spot. "ugh my boss had me working over time. he's so fucking annoying, swear he has it out for me." you rushed to the bathroom. "why are you running around?" she asked you who was now completely shirtless covering your nipples with your arm.

her face got hot and she looked away bending to grab something from the fridge. you'd been friends since middle school and were practically inseparable. you graduated high school and college together, moved to a big city together and got an apartment together. you trusted her with everything and she did with you. you'd grown extremely comfortable around each other and she never had a problem seeing your bare body, until lately.

mikasa found herself developing feelings for you, her best friend. she was obsessed with the way you talked, how you carried yourself, your humor and how you made her feel. she realized she had feelings for you about eight months ago when you guys got drunk when eren was over and brought a pack of cigarettes for you.

it was so out of the blue, she watched you do something you usually always did but something about this night - the way the fire from your lighter illuminated on your face, the way your slender fingers wrapped around the cig, the way you blew a kiss at her when you caught her staring, it made her heart flutter. then when you all were falling asleep later that night, you and her shared the couch while eren slept in the arm chair. you'd kicked off your jeans and got on the couch with her, tangling your bare legs with hers, falling asleep in the crook of her neck.

"i have a date remember, the guy i told you about from the coffee shop" you told her, running to get your towel from your room. her face dropped and she shut the door, she did remember - she remembered how you were gushing about some random guy while she sat there yearning for you. "you're actually going out with that weirdo?" she scoffed. "aw come on he's cute. plus i need a good fuck right now" you giggled.

'i could do that for you' she thought to herself.

you went into the bathroom and hopped in the shower while mikasa flopped down on the couch, resuming sex and the city.

she heard the shower stop and stole a glance at you coming out in your towel.

you were gone in your room for about ten minutes before you came back out in a tiny black dress that stopped just below your ass and matching black heels. you'd put your hair up and your make up looked gorgeous. mikasa couldn't stop looking at you, that asshole doesn't deserve to have you looking this good for him.

"can you help me zip up this?" you asked her, putting your earrings in. she got up and turned you around zipping up the dress and letting her hands linger on you for a second too long.

"bye i'll see you later" you gave her an air kiss so not to mess up your lipgloss. "be safe" was all she said before you were out the door.

mikasa took a shower and went to her room to relax while you were out.

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you groaned entering your apartment and kicking your heels off by the door. you went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of vodka before flopping down on the couch.

"y/n? how come you're back so early?" mikasa came into the living room. she was in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top, her short hair messy. "ohhh my god i need to tell you everything." you exclaimed as she went to sit down next to you.

you put down your drink and she took a sip souring her face at the taste. "this is strong as hell" she grimaced.

"that's how bad it was. okay we went downtown to zen sushi right. and everything was like fine but like he kept getting like slightly mad or like irritated with me. and he kept making like weird comments about how much i had dressed up. and oh my god he was so rude to the waiter i literally had to apologize to them. and then he made me split the bill???? like i don't mind splitting but if you're gonna be a weirdo asshole the whole night at least pay for my meal you fucking freak" you explained to her, taking another swig.

"and when we left i was just so over it that when he asked me if i wanted to come to his place, i immediately said no like not even a second thought because he literally can't be serious." you shook your head.

"knew i was right about him being a weirdo" she said. "ugh so right" you sighed, laying down on the throw, body sprawled across her lap. she rest her hand on your thigh and drew little circles over it with her thumb while taking another swig from the bottle.

"just mad cause i wasted this cute ass dress and i'm horny." you whined, grabbing your phone. mikasa felt her face get hot again at your statement. she stared down at you for a while before you realized and looked back at her, it was now you realized how high her hand was on your thigh. you instinctively spread your legs apart, thigh hitting the back of the couch.

her hand just barely inched further up your thigh, thumb rubbing over your leg softly. mikasa's eyebrows scrunched together as she gulped and finally for the first time you could see the want in her eyes.

you eased up on your butt and brought your face close to hers. you didn't miss the way her grey eyes flickered down to your mouth and staying there for a while before leaning in to kiss you.

your eyes widened before you kissed her back too. she rest her hands on the side of your face, pressing her body onto yours as you leaned back on the chair arm. "i've been wanting this for so long" you whispered, pulling away. "you have?" she asked. "yeah i just thought you weren't into me" you shrugged. "you're bad at reading people." she laughed. "been wanting you for so fucking long" she kissed you again.

in no time her tongue was in your mouth, sliding across yours. your breath hitched when you felt her hand press against your throat and her knee pressing against your core.

she let go your lips, sucking on your bottom lip on her way to your neck. she licked down your neck stopping at your collarbone to press kisses and sucking on it, leaving small bruises.

you moved your hand to swipe your thumb over her nipple that was poking through her tank, making you swallow the moan that ripped out of her. you moved your hand under her shirt and squeezed into the plush of her tit.

you leaned up from the chair arm and lift her shirt up over head, ogling her boobs as they fell out of the thin fabric.

you ran your warm tongue over her pink nipple, looking up at her to see the way her face reddened. she put her hand through your hair while you sucked on her nipple, pulling and twisting the other one. "god that feels so good" she moaned, arching her chest into your face.

you continued before getting up and pulling her off the couch as well. you grabbed her hands and pulled her to your room with a smirk on your face. you threw your arms around her neck while she grabbed your face and pushed you onto the bed, landing on top of you. her bare chest pressed against yours, still clad in your dress. she reached for the hem of it and pulled it over your head, your turn for your boobs to fall out of your clothes.

"no bra? cant believe you were gonna give that bastard all this" she said before kissing your already swollen lips. you reached your hand down into her bottoms and pressed your fingers against her clit. you felt her mouth drop open as her eyes clenched tight.

she let out breathy moans as you worked your fingers over her. using the pads of your middle and ring finger to rub circles on her clit. you gently pushed her off you laying her down on the bed before tugging her shorts down, a string of slick connecting her cunt with her underwear.

you pushed your fingers pass her slit, curling them inside her. "mmf- feels so good y/n" she moaned out. you moved your thumb to rub on her clit while you drove your fingers inside her. you felt her jump at the added stimulation before biting into her lips so hard, blood was drawn. "fuck just like that~ keep going" she whined. you were one to follow orders so you pumped your fingers deep inside her while quickening your pace on her clit.

her chest rose and fell faster and her legs were beginning to shake, she closed her eyes tight before moaning out "i'm gonna cum y/n" "i know baby, look at me while you do" you smirked. seconds later she came on your fingers like flood gates broke and you brought your fingers up to your mouth sucking on her fluids.

you brought them back down to her cunt before shoving them in her mouth "taste yourself baby" you whispered, feeling her tongue swirl around them. you replaced your fingers with your mouth tasting the metallic flavor on her lips.

she pulled away for air "i wanna taste you" she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth with a smile. you smiled before flipping your body under hers in excitement. she licked down from your neck, stopping to lick and suck on your tits earning moans from you before she dug her fingers into the lace of your panties and dragging them down your legs.

she lifted your leg over her shoulder lining kisses down it before she reached your pussy. licked up your slit making you jump before she brought your hips back down shoving your cunt in her face.

she circled her tongue over your clit making you cry out a moan. "god mika that feels so fucking good~" you whimpered. she sucked your folds before pressing her tongue past them. the licking mixed with her sucking lips was driving you insane. "fuck mikasa! i'm gonna cum~" you moaned. your stomach felt warm before you reached your orgasm, sending your sticky fluids all over mikasa's tongue and lips.

she lapped every last drop up and swallowed it down. you got up to kiss her and she kissed you back before pushing you down on the pillows. "we're not done yet baby." she reached into the bottom drawer of your nightstand, grabbing the pink dildo she knew you owned.

your face felt hot seeing her holding it in her hands. she moved in front of you and spread your legs, lining it up with your hole. she pushed it past your entrance easing it inside you inch by inch, watching as your hole clenched around it. she pumped it in and out of you while you moaned out with arousal.

"you ever think of me when you fuck yourself? wishing it was me instead" she asked. "yes~" you moaned out, covering your face in embarrassment. "no baby, wanna see my best friend's pretty face while i fuck her~" she smirked, moving over you to suck on your tongue and bottom lip.

she used her thumb to rub over your clit while continuing to slam the dildo inside you, almost hitting your cervix. tears pricked your eyes as you wailed out. "fuck! oh my god! m'gonna cum"

"go ahead pretty baby." she said, kissing you again. you could hardly contain yourself so it was mostly just you moaning into her mouth until you came again. you rest your hands on her shoulders as you properly kissed her, moving to rub your hands through her hair.

you stayed like that for a minute before she leaned up and pulled the dildo out of you, watching as your cum pooled out of your hole.

mikasa got up and left the room while you sat there and thought about if that really just happened. she came back into the room, holding your now cleaned dildo before putting it back in your nightstand.

she smiled at your disheveled fucked out state, hair once in a bun now falling at your shoulders struggling to stay in the rubber bands. "you wanna take a shower?" she asked you. you nod your head and eased on to your shaking legs. she held your waist on the way to the bathroom before turning on the water.

you put on your shower cap before getting in behind her.

"you wanna sleep in my bed tonight?" you asked her as you dried off. "yeah" she kissed you. you got dressed in a pair of old boxers and a t shirt before moisturizing your skin. you heard your door open and smiled seeing mikasa come into the room in a new pair of boy shorts and a t shirt.

you threw your arms around her neck and pressed your lips on hers in a quick peck. "i could seriously get used to that" she smiled. you turned off your lamp and crawled into your bed with her. you tangled your legs between hers as you kept your arms wrapped around each other.

"i really like you y/n. like so much" she smiled. "i like you too mikasa, a lot. for a while now actually" you smiled. she smiled before kissing you again.

your eyes felt droopy and you fell asleep in the crook of mikasa's neck listening to her soft breathing and the city noise outside.

[justkennadi]

Seeing Nerd!Armin’s dorm for the first time

Notes: Kinda continuation of my nervous nerd post but it doesn’t have to be if u don’t want to

content: Nerd!Armin x blk/fem!reader, mostly fluff, a bit suggestive here and there but nothing too explicit 👍🏾

- Armin called you the second he got back to his dorm, he just loves ur voice sm!

-The boy was obsessed i tell y’all…

- You guys talked for hours that night and for the next few weeks you guys would talk every night until like 3am talking about whatever…

- “Sooo, you got a roommate or sum?”, You’d ask one night.

-“Oh, not really. I live in the coed mini apartments. We have our own rooms…I guess it still counts though huh…” Armin softly said.

-Come to find out y’all both do!

-After learning this you asked to come over one day.

-Armin was a nervous wreck. He spent hours trying to clean up and make the place look nice before you came over. He also begged Eren to leave too.

-“Why?” Eren asked but Armin not wanting to really say just responded in a squeaky, “…Because!”

-Eren just stared for a second and then busted out laughing, “OHhhh, i see..😏”

-Armin tried to explain that’s not what was happening here but Eren just yelled back, “Have fun!” as he left out the door.

- Armin was in the middle of cleaning his glasses when you knocked on the door. He jumped a bit as his heart began to beat and he stared to blush at the thought of you seeing where he stayed.

-After one last quick check in the mirror he opened the door, greeted you and to his surprise you gave him a hug!

-He kinda just froze and smiled. Very awkward but cute..

-You wore a cute plain green dress that went to your knees, a black jean jacket to go over it and some black uggs. You also had your hair in a bun(if u don’t have enough for a bun sorry just pretend u got a wig on or something). He loved how good you looked even in simple outfits.

-He let you in as you looked around admiring how neat it was. “It’s so cleannn up in here, y’all might be the cleanest college boys i know!” You exclaimed. “Where is your roommate anyway?”

- “Oh, um, out..” Armin said blushing a little at your compliment.

- “Is he a smarty pants like you too?”

-“No, um, not at all..” Armin said. He stared at you as you laughed at that. He couldn’t believe you were in the place he stayed.. He fr had a girl over!!

- Armin showed you around a bit, avoiding Eren’s messy room and saving his own for last. He mainly focused on his favorite parts like the plants by the window and the bookshelf in the hallway.

- “So, what do you want to do now y/n?” Armin asked after he finished showing you the tiny kitchen. You smiled at how he said your name. It kinda had a sultry tone but you didn’t know if he meant that or not.

- “Um…i don’t know. Can i see your room?” You kind of hesitated to ask cause you didn’t want him to think you wanted to do anything crazy just yet, tbh you just wanted to see😭

- “Oh! Uh, sure, follow me…” He led you to his room and opened the door and stepped aside so you could go in..

- It was really clean and definitely showed his nerdy personality. Book, books and more books first of all. His desk was clean but also messy at the same time? Papers and folders and a couple textbooks covers the top and on the desk hutch there were more books and some pencils.

- His bed was made and he seems to go for a black and white theme throughout the room. He had black bedsheets, his desk was white and his curtain had a black and white pattern. Oh and it smelled nice, like fresh laundry.

- “I like your room, Arlert.” You turned to him and saw his whole face was red.

-“Oh, um yeah, thanks…” He mumbled. He was just flustered at the fact a girl was in his room!

-You laughed at this and poked him and teased, “Stop being so nervous, boy!”

-He just smiled at you and laughed a bit. This is when you noticed how soft and blue his eyes were behind his lens.

- Y’all spent the rest of that evening really chilling and watching shows on hulu/netflix/whatevr. Armin ordered a pizza which was plain but you weren’t complaining cause it was a sweet gesture.

-You left at around 8 but before you got out you hugged Armin again to say bye and Eren walked in.

-“Heyyy, pretty lady.” He smirked after seeing you. You pulled away from Armin and he rolled his eyes. Eren laughed it off and said he was joking(he already had eyes on another girl anyways). You just waved and left.

-“Sooooo?” Eren asked looking over at a very embarrassed Armin who just said, “No, we did not.”

- You both ofc called each other again that night to talk about that day and when Armin should come over to your place next time.

-You both felt closer than ever after that day ❤️

[anniemika]

Chocolate kisses

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Summary: You decide to surprise your best friend, Eren, for his birthday, and the night takes an unexpected turn.

Words: 2.5k

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“Happy birthday, Eren!” 

You grin at the tall boy in front of you, his confused eyes on yours as you hold the delicious-smelling birthday cake in front of his sleepy face.

It’s his 21st birthday today, and you, being his best friend, wanted to surprise him at his dorm at exactly 12 a.m. with your special three way chocolate cake that you’d spend the last 3 hours making.

His hair is tasseled and he looks like he just woke up, but that doesn’t stop him from giving you the warmest smile ever. He leans down, blowing the candles you’d lit, relishing in the sweet giggles that fall out of your lips.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He leans against the doorframe, taking the cake from your hands. “Thank you, Y/n.”

“You’re very welcome, legal boy”, you coo, excitedly swaying from one foot to the other, “can I come in?”

“Oh, shit, yeah, sorry”, he moves from the door and you make your way in, noticing his roommate isn’t there. 

“Where’s Armin?” You walk around the dim lit room, with Eren walking behind you, putting the cake on the nearby coffee table. 

“With Annie I think.”

“You’re celebrating alone? Eren, you shoulda called me.”

He lets out a low laugh, “Wasn’t exactly celebrating, more like trying to catch up on sleep.”

“Shit, I’m sorry”, you bite your inner lip, feeling a bit embarrassed for waking him up. 

“No, no, it’s alright. I’m really glad you came.”

You send him a smile, moving to sit on the little couch in the middle of the room. 

“It’s my specialty, you know.” You cheekily say, nodding to the delicious-looking cake in front of you.

“Yeah?” He moves to sit next to you, dipping a finger in the chocolate frosting and licking it clean.

You can’t really read his eyes in the darkened room, so your heart skips a beat when a few seconds pass by without him saying anything. “Verdict?”

He turns to you, flashing you his pearly white teeth. “Best fucking cake I’ve ever had.”

Your eyes sparkle with joy, “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He stands to get plates, a knife, and two forks from the kitchen, then cuts the biggest piece possible, sitting back next to you. “Open up.”

He swings an enormous bite straight to your mouth, and you yelp. “Eren, that’s huge!”

He fights the urge to make a “that’s what she said” joke, chuckling while feeding you. “This ain’t a small bite cake.”

He watches as you chew with delight, the pride apparent on your features. “It’s sooo good.”

He nods and goes for a second bite when a chocolate stain right below your lip catches his attention. 

“You have a little..”, he stares, and you’re looking at him confused until he gently swipes his finger across your lip. The touch takes you by surprise, and when you take in Eren’s gaze, you feel a flush form on your cheeks. He’s so pretty, even when he’s just gotten out of bed, wearing the sponge Bob pj’s you bought him for his last birthday. 

“Uhm, thanks.” You say, and it takes a few seconds for Eren’s lingering stare to move onto the cake in front of him.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

There’s a short silence that settles, one that you break when you grab your purse and start rummaging through it. 

“I, uh.. got you something.”

He’s instantly turning to give you a scolding look. “Y/n-“

“I know, I know, can we skip this part? I wanted to and I got you something.. I hope you like it.”

You slowly pull the CD from your bag, sheepishly handing it to him. The moment Eren realises what your hands are holding, his eyes pop.

“No fucking way.”

He grabs it and starts inspecting it thoroughly, mouth falling agape. “Are you shitting me right now!?”

“Nope. It’s signed by all the members, and that right there is Kurt’s.”

He’s flipping the Nirvana album in his hands, staring at it like it’s not real. “Y/n, you shouldn’t have done this. It must’ve cost a fucking fortune.”

“Eren, it’s okay. I made a good deal, and besides, this is also your Christmas present, so it’s fine.” You’re chuckling but when you catch his eyes, and the intensity with which they’re looking at you, you gulp.

“Eren?”

It happens so fast, you don’t have any time to process it. But you sure felt it. His lips on yours, the gentle kiss they gifted you, and the way your whole body stiffened in surprise. And now, Eren’s lingering breath is just inches away from yours, and there’s no courage in your heart to look up at his eyes. 

“Shit”, he starts, his actions dawning on him, “shit, I’m sorry.”

You’re frozen, heart beating in your throat. 

“Y/n, I’m-“, he’s panicking, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

And you’re just as quick as him, just barely pressing your mouth against his like it’s your first kiss, then quickly pulling away, shocked at yourself. 

Then, silence. It’s suffocatingly loud, and downright insufferable because neither of you are moving a muscle, as if scared that if you do, your actions would become realer than they already are. 

You slowly turn away from him and put your hands on your lap, head down in embarrassment.

“I-“

“I’m-“

You both start, and it feels like someone’s removed all the oxygen from the room.

“Well, that was awkward.” You get the courage to say, your nervous laugh ringing in his ears. 

“Yeah, I just.. got really happy, I guess.” You catch the way his hand scratches nervously at the back of his neck, a habit he’s had ever since you were kids. 

“You have a real way of showing it.” You bite your lip in an attempt not to laugh, although it wouldn’t be because you find any of this funny but because of the nerves eating away at your insides. 

“Oh shut up, you kissed me back!” Eren snaps at you playfully, gently throwing a cushion pillow your way.

“I- I was surprised! I wasn’t- I didn’t mean to.” You’re stuttering, and he understands because if you could get a glimpse of what’s inside his brain right now, you’d find a total, awkward mess. He doesn’t let it show though, trying to keep you from finding out just how nervous both of your actions have made him.

“Yeah, let’s just.. forget about it.” 

You don’t expect it to sting that much when he says it but you guess it really didn’t mean much to him if he could brush it off that easily. 

“..Yeah, okay.”

Another silence settles between you, hundreds of thoughts running through your mind until Eren plants his hand on your shoulder, the contact making you flinch. 

“Hey”, his tone is gentle, inducing a tiny shiver down your spine, “thank you for this. It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

You gather the strength to look at him, trying to keep your overwhelming feelings in check. 

“You’re welcome, ‘Ren”

And there you go again, with that nickname and that infectious smile, making him forget what earth he’s on. 

Eren’s always liked you. Maybe he didn’t understand to what extent when you were younger, but he’s always been very protective of you, and given the fact you’re the person he loves spending his time most in the world, he shouldn’t have been so surprised when his instinct was to kiss you 2 minutes ago. You’re just always so kind to him, so caring, always there for him when things get tough, that it’s not at all surprising that somewhere between the time of being a kid and a reckless teenager whose wounds you’d always patch up, he’d fallen for you.

And even now, you’re treating his birthday like this huge deal when it doesn’t even mean that much to him. And that makes him love you even more. 

He doesn’t want to push himself onto you though because in his mind, you’re probably just thinking of him as a friend, and wouldn’t be too open to the idea of having a relationship with him. But boy, is he wrong. 

The taste of his chocolaty lips lingers on yours, and you’re still too lost in thought when he gets up and starts talking to you about just how much he loves his gift. He notices you’re staring into nothing, and of course, a slight panic comes over him because what if he’s really fucked things up? His mind is quickly trying to work out a solution for this mess, wondering how to fix the situation when he realises you’ve moved from the couch and are now standing in front of his face.

“Why’d you kiss me?” You barely have the strength to look at him, but still, you ball your fist and stare up at his forest greens.

“I told you-“

“I don’t believe you.”

Shit, shit, shit-

He laughs nervously, “Y/n, it was nothing, I said I was sorry, I mean.. why’d you kiss me back?”

The inside of your cheek starts hurting when you realize you’ve been chewing at it way too hard, your skin burning from the inside out, “I don’t know, I..”, your hearts on the verge of exploding, “I wanted to.”

Oh.

“..what?”, Eren’s tone makes you even more nervous, but you try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling it brings you.

“I do- did! I did.” You can hear your pulse like your heart is stuck to a machine, your palms are sweaty, and this all feels like a dream, one that might turn into a nightmare if Eren continues to just stare down at you with the perplexed look he has on his face. 

“Aren’t you gonna say something?” You can barely recognize your voice, so weak and fragile, as opposed to how it usually sounds. You guess given the situation, it’s good you can still even talk. 

“Huh?” Eren looks so lost, you debate if he’s even processing your words properly. 

“Y-you don’t have to, it’s just..”, you fidget with your fingers, casting your eyes down at your feet, “I kind of.. just confessed I wanted to kiss you, so..”

And no matter how many times you say those words, to Eren, they would still feel too good to be true. He knows he has to say something, or else you might run out of here and never speak to him again. 

“I, uh..”, come on, you idiot, “I’m glad you did.”

You shoot your sparkling eyes up, and before he can lose himself in them and their pretty colour, he continues, “I wanted to kiss you, too. I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

Relief washes over you in an instant, but you don’t let yourself get too happy, only letting a quiet “oh” as acknowledgment.

“Yeah, so..”, he’s scratching at his neck again, “I guess that’s that.” He chuckles nervously, but you’re not reciprocating. Instead, you tippy-toe on your toes, your palms on either sides of his face, and then gently plant your lips on his again. It’s soft, and sweet, and pure, just like your feelings for him. The feelings you’ve always been too scared to admit, the ones you’d hidden away inside your heart, that are now finally emerging free. 

You know you’ve taken him by surprise when you reach for his hand, his muscles tense, but you don’t need to open your eyes to know that his are closed, taking this moment in, and appreciating it just as much as you are. 

When the kiss ends, you’re still holding his hand, locking your eyes with his wide ones. 

“I guess that’s that.”

Eren’s never been too good at controlling himself.

He whisks you away in his arms, falling back on the couch with you on his lap, his lips searching for yours in a state of pure bliss, his eagerness sending tingles through your body. You’ve never been so happy in your life. You’ve dreamed this, wanted this for the longest time but having it happen right now feels unreal. Your best friend, your Eren, he wants you. Like a man wants a woman. And it feels fucking amazing.

Eren’s kisses take your breath away. They’re tender but also needy, like he’s been holding himself back for so long and can now finally express just how much he likes you. And he does. It’s in the way he holds the back of your head, his fingers gently going through your hair. In the way he softly grips your arm, ensuring you stay right where you are. And it’s in the way he sighs into your lips while he kisses you, like it’s what he’s dreamed of his entire life.

“Wait,”, you don’t expect him to be the first to break contact, and when he does, your eyes are still focused on his lips, “is this- I mean, what does this mean?”

Well.. what does this mean? You’re not entirely sure yourself, but you’ve got a pretty close idea.

Gathering enough air in your lungs, you then presume to say, “I like doing this, Eren.. with you.”

‘Breathe’ is the only word Eren recognises in his brain right now.

“But.. our friendship-“ 

“I know.” You’re quick to silence him, knowing well enough what he’s about to say, “But.. if we don’t try-” Shit, is there a right way to say this? Trying your best to stay calm and think clearly given the situation, you cup his flustered face, “What I mean is, I don’t want this to be a one time thing. Now that we’ve crossed the line, there’s no coming back from it.”

Eren’s looking at you all red and breathless, his hold on you firm. 

“I don’t want to forget these kisses, Eren. To forget how it feels doing this with you.” You continue, amazed at your bravery to say the things you thought you’d never have the courage to, “I don’t.. want to do this with anyone else. If you don’t want to either, then.. we can try.”

Seconds that feel like years pass by with your eyes staring at one another, the heavy atmosphere weighing on both of you. That is until Eren’s forehead rests against yours, his breath caressing your swollen lips.

“Yeah.” It’s quick and you almost miss it before his lips find yours again, “Yes.” He repeats, this time more firmly. “Fuck yes.” 

You grin into his mouth, and he playfully bites your lower lip in return. He readjust’s your position so both of your legs are on either sides of him, his hands resting on your hips. There’s a slight change on his face, the boost of confidence you sense in him sending heat to your cheeks.

“We can try as many times as you want to.”

Gulp. 

Now you’re the one who’s tongue’s caught in your throat. 

And to your dismay, Eren notices.

A light chuckle fills the room, “Getting shy now?”

“N-no! It’s just-“, your voice gets lost somewhere along the way, because the green eyed boy kisses you again, like he has kissed you all his life.

“Y/n?” His thumb catches your chin, striking green eyes drawing hearts in yours, “You just made this the most amazing birthday I’ve ever had.”

The night ends with you thinking that maybe, someday you might also be able to tell him that this was the most amazing night of your life.

…..

A/N: Happy birthday to my favourite 2d boy❤️ this was a wip from last year that I’d forgotten about and finished 2 weeks ago, and I like it very much because it’s so light and cute and awkward and yeah<3 bye y'all

[ohimsummer]

heat waves

18+, minors dni please

content: reformed fuckboy! jean x gn! reader, smut, size kink, explicit language, reader is a teeny tiny bit possessive

a/n: jean’s a fuckboy but you can change him 

“You’re gonna end up stuck with them.”

The words ring in Jean’s ears, but he doesn’t bother to respond; what the fuck does Eren know? He’s not gonna be “stuck with you” because you were nothing to him. You were just another hole he could use to get his dick wet. Yeah, he agreed to be in a relationship with you because you were cute and a good fuck, but you were only temporary. He could tell you were head over heels for him. You did anything he wanted, always so ready to get on your knees and mouth at his cock, so eager to spread your legs and let him fill up your tight hole whenever he asked. Such a subservient little slut for him.

Sure, maybe he did a few things extra that he’d never done with past companions, but it was only to make sure you stayed around. He’d endure a few kisses on the cheek and douses of affection if it kept you wrapped around his finger. Doesn’t matter that he enjoyed it more than he ever had with previous partners. What, just because Jean liked the way you indulged in him meant he wanted to stay with you?

A memory forces its way to the forefront of his mind, one that threatens to shatter the illusion of his negligence. It’s from the other day. Some girl approached him with a beaming smile, twirling her hair, and batting her pretty little eyelashes. It was clear her intentions; Jean was a hot topic on campus amongst students, so it was nothing new that yet another one had made it their goal to make him theirs.

Your arrival interrupts the girl mid-sentence. Jean hadn’t even heard your approach, and he can tell by the look on your face that you’re clearly not happy with the attention he’s receiving. The girl is annoyed at your presence, but her attitude is incomparable to the one she’s getting from you. Your hands are wrapped around Jean’s bicep, silently claiming him as you give the girl a look that could cut glass.

“Stay the fuck away from him.”, you seethe at her. The girl scurries away, having effectively been scared off, at least for now.

It’s weird. Usually, Jean hates that kind of thing from people. Why let some person he was only using chase off another fuckbuddy? But here, now, he doesn’t mind, in fact he doesn’t even care. He’s too caught up in the shirt you’re wearing. It’s some random shirt he’d bought for you just so he could say he got you a gift, keep you happy. It was the first thing he picked up in the store because why would he take the time to put actual thought into it? Not like he was going to be with you for long, at least that’s what he had thought at the time. Jean is actually shocked you even wore it out; the thing was hideous with some tacky, ugly pattern on it.  As you drag him off, he questions you about it.

“It’s my favourite shirt.”, you grin at him and hug his arm tighter.

“Y/N, it looks ugly.” He glosses over the squiggly pattern going down the sleeves, and wants to buy you a new shirt immediately. One that, this time, he’ll actually put effort into picking out for you. You deserved better.

You look up at him, lips puckered in a pout, and for once he’s not focused on wanting to kiss them until they’re swollen and bruised. ”So? You bought it for me and I want to wear it, Jean-boy.”

He doesn’t even say anything about that stupid fucking nickname you picked up from his friends. Jean hates it, despises it even. But here he is now, letting you call him by that name and not even objecting to it. Why? 

It’s not the first time he’s caught himself letting you get away with things he’d never let anyone else get away with, either. He remembers when he pressured his roommate, Connie, to go somewhere else so you could spend the night with him. Normally, a big no-no. He didn’t need people he was gonna dump in a a few weeks invading his space. And yet, somehow, here he is offering to carry your overnight bag for you, setting it down next to his bed and then heading off to the bathroom for a shower.

You pounce on him the minute he joins you on the comforter, shedding your top and lips latched to the side of his neck to mark him as your own. Jean’s hands instantly find their way between your thighs, rubbing over the soft skin as he takes a nipple in his mouth, sending a shiver up your spine. In no time, you’re taking his lubed cock inside your tight entrance. He keeps a hold on your hips, and gazes up at you through half-lidded, lust-blown eyes. Jean thinks you look stunning, hair messy and body shining with a light sheen of sweat. A groan escapes his lips as you take more and more of his cock and, in his frantic thoughts, he thinks about how he’d stay with you for-fucking-ever if it meant being the only one able to see you like this: panting and pleas for him leaving in whispers from your lips between needy whimpers, whole body trembling as you struggle to take him on your own just to please him and show Jean you could do it. 

"I fucking love you.”, Jean breathily moans out. He doesn’t correct himself, doesn’t take it back. He’s too focused on that look you’re casting down at him, one that makes Jean want to wrap you up in his arms and hold you against him for eternity so you can never leave his side. He can keep telling himself that he just loves you for your body, but he can’t keep denying that he actually loves your company, even when you’re not just there to fuck him. He loves the way you relish in bragging to people that he’s your boyfriend. Jean loves the way you smile at him and when you let out your little titters after he says you’re being annoying. A harmonious giggle that calms his nerves and leaves him yearning to hear it again.  

So yeah, maybe Eren is right. Maybe Jean would end up stuck with you. But at least it would be with you.

bad ending

[mcdonaldsfics]

LATE NIGHT SNACK.

→ Nutritional facts﹕Sasha x Female Reader.

→ Ingredients﹕| Angst + Fluff. | After Sasha gets dumped whilst pregnant with Niccolo's baby it's up to Y/n to take care of her beloved best friend and roommate.

→ Allergen info﹕Mentions of shitty Niccolo, mentions of EMA only once, Sasha has a terrible family, slut-shaming, pregnant roommate Sasha, caring Y/n, thoughtful and smart Sasha, she's her usual hungry-self.

→ Pick-up for﹕@punkologist 's sapphic event. + Word count is around 1k.

→ Side note﹕This is my first fanfic please be nice, and English isn't my first language sorry for mistakes. Please enjoy!

It's been four months since your roommate has announced her pregnancy, you were bursting with excitement for her thrilled to see a new baby around the place.

You didn't mind much at all wholeheartedly, the two of you have a guest bedroom which was rarely ever used so Sasha politely discussed with you that she wanted to turn it into her baby's room to which you happily complied.

The first month of your roommate's pregnancy things were running smooth as marble floors, until one evening you had just came from work loudly strutting your heels your way into a colorful baby's clothing store faintly smiling as you snatched as much gender neutral looking shirts and pants that you could find from off the shelves.

Sasha had explained "I want to collect as much clothes as I can until I actually know what gender they are!" Although many people clamoured at her calling her obtuse for this choice, you'd harshly disagree with a shrug saying it's an intelligent decision mindlessly thinking your hand reached out for a pastel yellow dress that caught your eye.

Even though it was clearly something for a little girl, one dress couldn't hurt Sasha. That name rang in your ears, Sasha, almost as if thinking about her happened to summon her on your phone because out of nowhere your phone started to obnoxiously sing the annoying xylophone ringtone.

Quickly stabbing each airpod into your ear before you answered you finally swiped right to accept her call, strangely enough you could hear her having a near mental breakdown on the other end of the phone it wasn't impossible for you to imagine streams of tears crashing down her face, her face red from hours of crying, next to a box of half empty tissues.

You took a deep cold breath setting your shopping bags down heading to a small corner in the back of the girls section calmly asking Sasha "What's wrong?" Whilst she hiccupped a couple of times exhaling, and inhaling in an attempt to collect herself before speaking.

"Niccolo, he..." Sasha started with a painful shaky voice, yet continued on "He dumped me," somehow you were even able to sense the frown on her face, "Why?" You questioned.

"I dunno we were fine a couple of minutes ago until we got into an argument and he admitted to cheating on me, whilst being pregnant with his baby." Sasha crunched on a bag of crisps, basically eating her sorrows away, or was that just her usual being overly hungry? Either way a frown grew upon her face upset with her entire situation.

Sasha began to sob again half-whispering what she was about to say "He told me I wasn't attractive enough with my nose slightly swollen, and now that I'm not skinny anymore."

From that day on you swore to protect her plus provide the care and support she didn't have, given that you were all she had left in her life besides the rest of your friends such as Mikasa, Eren, and Armin, but her family refused to have anything to do with Sasha after she announced being pregnant slut shaming her in front of her siblings wailing that she brought dishonour upon the family for having a baby without marriage.

Except by providing you weren't expecting to be shaken up out of your sleep at three am, sweating like a pig in the hot dry summer air. "Y/n, Y/n, wake up please." Sasha pleaded, her arms rolling your body back and forth. "McDonald's is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?" She asked patting down her grumpy tummy.

"Sash, it's 3 in the morning." You complain letting her know it's way too late to go outside in the unforgiving dark.

"And...?" Your roommate sassily responded popping her way to the door putting on her slippers whilst waiting for you to follow her there.

In which you only sighed "Let's go." Before grabbing your keys hopping in your car driving Sasha to her favourite restaurant happily nodding when she decided to talk your ear off the entire ride. You enjoyed listening to Sasha speak even if you swore your ear would be melted off by the time she was done.

Once you both was finally there you assisted her out of the car and held her hand walking into McDonald's. Allowing her to order everything off the menu knowing she has a baby who's probably driving her to be hungry too, Sasha got a few meals plus some desserts waiting to pick up whilst you sat somewhere to save her a table.

After what seemed like years Sasha skipped to where you were with a large tray of food packed in every inch of it; fries attempted to escape as well. Of course when she sat down she ate like she's been starving for four years starting with the double double McExtreme bbq bourbon egg taking a bite the size of a dinosaur's mouth.

Wiping the sides of her mouth from the bbq sauce Sasha noticed you weren't eating with her, she couldn't just eat in front of you so she decided to flip the tray horizontally moving a cup of fries, a burger, and strawberry tart on your side grabbing a fork stabbing the spongy cake with it "Here Y/n, eat it's really delicious!" Sasha proposed joyfully holding one hand under the fork so no crumbs would drop onto the freshly clean table.

You sighed, resting one hand on your cheek at the sweet offer pleased Sasha even thought about you and your hunger while carrying a child causing you to blurt out your feelings for her "Would this be a bad time to say I love you?"

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[moonpetrichors-blog]

First Time?

Tags: College!Eren x Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Uni AU, Shotgunning, Very Slight Jean x Reader, Suggestive Elements, But Weirdly Wholesome Ending

Warnings: Weed, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Drunken Behavior (Nothing Non-Con, But Under The Influence)

You have never smoked before. Eren takes it upon himself to give you an unforgettable experience.

Lemme just say. Me and @beesandpollen were screaming the other night about shotgunning our favs, so I bring to u the eren version 💪

* ˚ ✦ 2246 Words • Read below the cut

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [09/03/23] ❞

Sitting on your bed in your shared dorm, you've been slaving away to your college assignments. The sound of typing resounded in the room, never let up by the urgency to finish; that is, until your roommate walked in.

Sasha made her entrance wearing a yellow, bodycon slip dress and stunning heels. She glowered at your laptop while sweeping her hair over her shoulder, and it fell victim to the bag of chips in her other hand.

"Y/N! Get off your laptop and come to this party with me!"

Sasha at her finest. You were best friends, but you were also polar opposites; Sasha, who loved to party and was the more outgoing of the two of you, and you, who sat at home all day completing schoolwork. It's regular for her to drag you out of the dorm.

You ran your fingers through your hair in resignation. "I can't. Why don't you go with Connie?"

"Because I'm not letting you stay here like a nerd and miss out. Besides, my friend is throwing this party! I'll introduce you."

She finished that sentence with a wink.

You groaned. "I have nothing to wear though." You fanned out your hand to the pile of clothes on your chair, the majority of them being sweatpants and plain t-shirts.

"Not to worry!" Sasha dashed back into her room, which was adjacent to yours, and emerged brandishing the shortest, shiniest black dress she owned like a trophy.

She threw it at you. "Put that on!"

You caught the material and mulled over wearing it in public for a moment. You hesitated, yet Sasha seemed expectant, and you knew you rarely spent time with her outside of the dorm; not like she was in most of the time.

You drew your eyes away from the dress, and to Sasha. "Who'd you say is throwing this party again?"

She grinned. "Jean."

...

You couldn't stop fidgeting with the hem of your dress in the car. Was it too short? Was it a mistake for you to tag along? You hoped you wouldn't embarrass yourself at this party. You saw Sasha's fingers neatly spin the wheel, and then you were parked, alongside numerous other cars before the gate.

Those concerns dissipated the moment you stepped into the frat house. The low-light space was crowded with dancing, sweating bodies, couples making out in corners, and inebriated games being played. As you surveyed the scene, the music blaring made it difficult to hear Sasha clearly.

And then she was gone.

You presumed she had left to greet her other friends, but you felt out of place in this strange environment. Nevertheless, you immediately noticed something to cheer you up. You pushed your way past the throng of dancers to the liquor, and snatched a bottle before finding your way somewhere private.

Which was an extremely difficult endeavour.

Bedrooms? You wished you could wash your eyes out. Bathrooms? Outside, there are long lineups. But all hope was not lost. You located a double door that led out to a balcony and settled down to drink in quiet. The view would have been much better if there hadn't been drunken fighting in your field of sight.

A cough resounded next you after a minute or so of you sipping in solitude. Breaking out of your trance, you raised your eyes to check who the voice belonged to. You rose up as soon as you detected the face in your blurry thoughts, mortified that you had intruded on this man's space.

"Sorry, I'll find somewhere else to drink." You strode back towards the double doors.

"Don't worry about it. Stay."

You became immobilized. You couldn't leave now since it would be impolite, so you pivoted on your heel and sat down again, this time facing the man. You eventually had the opportunity to register his features, and it stole your breath away.

He was stunning. In a gentle, incisive, and handsome way. The angular contours of his jaw and nose stood out against his emerald eyes and dark, fluttering eyelashes; he resembled a striking image on a tanned canvas.

The subtle shape of his muscles were apparent through his clothing, but you couldn't tear your gaze away from his hair, which was pulled back in a bun. He had some stray hairs that fell out, but they framed his face nicely, and his unassuming quirks made him all the more charming.

He chuckled, and your heart stopped. Fuck, he had dimples too.

"I'm Eren."

You quickly remembered your name before making a fool of yourself. It took you a moment to realise who he was. You knew he was Jean's friend because of Sasha, but you'd be a fool if that was the only reason you recognized him. No, he was the devastatingly gorgeous heartbreaker on campus; a fuckboy, if you will. On the way to their classes, several girls on campus marveled over him, and you scoffed to yourself, wondering how someone could be that attractive.

Now you knew.

You raised the bottle to your lips, desperate to slake your nerves. Eren, on the other hand, was pretty mellow. He had a forthright disposition, and a daunting aura around him as he leant back in his chair. The way he handled himself exuded virility, but his voice was warm and melodious. It gave you whiplash.

You two chatted and drank for a time, and as the conversation progressed, you warmed up to him more. You eventually discovered that you both had Sasha as a mutual friend and smiled at the amusing anecdotes you had to share with each other.

You didn't even realize how engrossed in your own story you were until Eren planted a rough hand on your upper thigh. Your words died in your throat, but he kneaded your skin with pampering hands, his mesmerizing gaze coaxing you on. The tension was palpable.

You were almost lured in by the action. Yet, knowing who he is and where you were, he couldn't anticipate you to fall at his feet right away; you understood what he was doing, and he'd play right into your hands.

You rose up from your seat, drunkenly assertive, and slid in between his thighs. He had to crane his head to look at you, and you could swear you saw a blush dust his sun-kissed cheeks; so he can dish it out but not take any back.

You could work with this.

You gravitated towards him, capturing his chin with your deft fingers and relaxed your hand on his thigh instead of your alcoholic beverage. He was almost enraptured as your fingers traveled from his leg to your own, removing his hand from where it was situated. You patted his cheek twice as you laughed at his panicked expression.

"Not with me, pretty boy."

He flashed you a cute, loopy smile, beaming those dimples that made your heart skip a beat. "You think I'm pretty?"

It was in this moment of close proximity you could see his sharp canines, and you trembled. Everything about him was attractive to you.

All too soon, you drew away from him, declaring firmly that you were tired of this party. He could see it all over your face as well.

Eren stood up, and cocked his head toward the doors. "Wanna get out of here?"

You wanted to think his words had a literal meaning behind them, but that mischievous twinkle in his eyes warned you otherwise. Was it a terrible idea to become entangled with Eren? Probably. Do you give a damn? Not at all.

So you concurred. You took his hand in yours and guided him out of the party, resolving to go back to your place; you received some strange looks from certain people, but that should be expected with a man like Eren trailing you. You knew Sasha would crash with her friends, and Eren is too cute to pass up; however, just as you approached the entryway, another individual blocked your path.

Eren waved at him with three fingers raised. "Yo, Jean."

After shaking hands, the man smiled at the familiar face and bumped shoulders with Eren. The guy Sasha intended to introduce you to sized you up, and you shuddered beneath his scrutinizing gaze; he smirked at Eren after, earning him an eyeroll and playful punch to the arm on the way out.

You knew what the wink meant, and you offered Eren a knowing glance. The thought of what awaited you beyond that door enthralled you, and the walk to your car was quiet.

...

Eren climbed into the driver's seat with ease, relaxing with one hand on the wheel. He appeared impatient, wholly immersed in his thoughts.

He looked pretty when he was focused, too. Despite his lackadaisical appearance, he was endearingly cautious on the road.

Throughout the drive, you attempted to break the charged silence by talking about something insignificant, and Eren ultimately became engaged in the conversation.

"So how come we've never met before? You know, since we have mutual friends and all."

You whistled in acknowledgement. "I don't really do parties. I spend more time studying than I do going out."

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his derisive laugh almost embarrassed you. Almost.

"Y/N, you gotta live a little. Do you even smoke?"

Your voice died in your throat.

The way he snapped his head to look at you in bemusement, his thick brows shooting straight to his forehead, was almost comical. "You don't?"

He could have crashed, but he maintained his cool and kept the car steady. You flushed with shame when he laughed, and he pulled over somewhere secluded.

He ran his hand through his dark hair, and looked at you with that killer smile of his again. "Do you want to try it?"

You nodded, but there was one worry gnawing away at you. "What if it burns? I'll definitely cough."

He chuckled. "I can fix that for you."

...

You were all but scandalised when he delved into his pocket and pulled out rolling paper and weed before rolling the joint. It shouldn't have excited you so much, but when his tongue escaped to lick a stripe across the seal, you shifted in your seat. He noticed it as well, but said nothing.

Eren inhaled deeply after flicking his lighter at the end of the joint. You were transfixed as he breathed out the smoke and turned to face you. "Your turn."

He mimicked your earlier motions by holding your chin, but this time dragging his thumb along your lip. You obeyed an unspoken command to open your mouth. You were not prepared for what Eren did next.

He raised the joint to his lips and inhaled again, but this time instead of exhaling, he pressed against you. Your noses brushed up against each other, and one slight movement would have sealed his lush lips against yours. You couldn't bring yourself to move; Eren blew smoke into your mouth, and you inhaled it greedily, much easier than you expected.

You nearly coughed when your focus drifted to Eren. As he watched your mouth consume the smoke, his gaze had darkened significantly, and those charming eyes were now staring at you through his lashes. His eyes were dangerously green, and you had the impression that he could see right through you.

That electrical tension had returned. Eren grew animalistic and crossed the distance between you two the instant you exhaled the smoke against him. He pressed his lips to yours and moved fervently against you, cradling your neck in his hand, skillfully pushing you deeper into the kiss; your own lips parted in surprise, and he took advantage of the moment to sneak his tongue in, subduing you with his mouth. Throughout, you could feel his ravenous desperation, and smoking had only made you feel buoyant.

Eren drew back, biting your lip as he interrupted the kiss and shifted to take another hit. He puffed smoke in your face this time, and he thought it was adorable how your face screwed up in response. But it didn't dissuade you; instead, it enticed you much more. Still holding the joint, Eren turned the other end towards you so you could smoke from his hand and imitate his actions.

You do as instructed, inhaling slowly. It was an odd sensation. Your senses were strangely heightened, a wave of calm washing over you. You would feel much more at ease with Eren if it weren't for his overwhelming influence on you.

You exhaled the smoke into Eren's mouth, closing it with a kiss like he did. You felt proud when he smiled.

He pulled away. "You did good."

The praise did nothing to help your heart.

...

You both felt hazy long after your smoking session was over. Eren was the first to bring up something that you had completely forgotten about.

He laughed dumbly. "You know we can't drive to your place like this, right?"

You chuckled along with him, recognizing he was right. The original reason you got in the car with him was lost, and the revelation that dawned on your features must've hit him as well.

He suddenly appeared apprehensive, not about to do something to you under the influence. "We don't have to-"

You shushed him. "Wanna go get food instead?"

He gave you another of those brilliant smiles. "Sure."

Your midnight escapade could wait another time.

[arumin-arureruto]

Can you do some Yandere/Obsessed Eren x Y/n head canons? I litterally cant find any, anywhere, Thanks!

Love you stories btw!!

yes sweetheart thank you for your support ❤️ I really need to get back on posting here y’all I have so much fun when I do

also sorry it's not really that much of a hc but more of a drabble, however you made me realize I really enjoy writing stalkers so maybe I'll be writing more wink wink.

Yandere Eren x Y/n

cw: obsessive behavior, female bodied reader, mention of female masturbation, male masturbation, stalking. wc: 1.5k not grammar/spell checked, not edited, just a word vomit.

You walked with quick steps towards your dorm, night time is never safe for women who are out and about alone.

With both earbuds in and your brain lost in thought it wasn’t surprising that you couldn’t detect the bright green eyes that watched you as you strutted across campus. Following your every move.

Those eyes moved from your face all the way down to your legs, noting the way your hips swayed from side to side and the way your breasts moved in the tight shirt you always seemed to be wearing.

“What an idiot” Eren muttered to himself. You were so unaware of the world around you, anyone could take advantage of you, which is why Eren needed to be there to protect you.

It’s not like he likes you or anything. He just needs to always be with you otherwise you’ll fall prey to stranger’s tricks.

It starts with making sure you get home okay. He follows behind you from a safe distance, looking at his phone and occasionally looking up at you to make sure you’re still okay.

While you’re walking a breeze blows and a couple of your papers fall to the floor, naturally you bend over to pick them up. That’s when eren looks up. The short skirt you wore provided no coverage of your ass that was now facing up.

Eren continued walking, he needed to get a closer look. Without thinking he quickly snapped a couple pictures of your practically bare ass. It’s like you were begging for someone to come up behind you and fuck you until you cried.

He snapped back to reality after realized he had passed you. It’s not like he liked you or anything, he’s a guy, it’s normal for him to feel like this after seeing a girl with her ass almost out in public.

A couple days after he finally gathered the courage. He would go into your dorm while you were in class. He thanked the gods for you not having a roommate and for your dorm to be in a very isolated hall where few passed by. And that you were stupid enough to leave a key under the welcome mat.

He looked over your desk, cluttered with notes, pencils, a tub of lotion, make up brushes and more. Pictures filled your wall, he recognized some faces as being some girls he always saw you with around campus. But there was one he didn't recognize. It was a guy, and from the looks of it you two were close.

Who is this? Not a relative that's for sure, you didn't look related at all. A boyfriend? From the way you were positioned in the picture it definitely seemed that way, with the way his hand was squeezing your hip and your hand was grazing his chest. Eren would have to put a stop to this, this guy wasn't good enough for you, he didn't deserve you.

Eren's knuckle turned white from the strength he was putting into balling up his hands, but this anger didn't prevent him from seeing a speck of pink on your bed. A little piece of lace meant to be used as underwear.

he walked over to your bed and picked it up, feeling the flimsy material in his hand. You're such a slut, you wouldn't be wearing these things unless you wanted someone to see them. You wanted attention so badly it was pathetic.

Eren could almost picture it. You wearing this little piece of lace under a skirt and bending over to pick up something you "accidentally" dropped. Making your ass and the outline of your pussy visible to all those behind you.

The thought of that sent a shot of energy right to Eren's cock, which now felt uncomfortable against his jeans.

He checked the clock, he had another 40 minutes before your class was over. He got an idea.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, lowered his pants and sat down on your bed. He put his hand on his cock already leaking with precum and started slowly stroking it. It wasn't before long that he started rubbing your lacy underwear up and down on his dick.

He imagined that instead of your underwear that it was your hand stroking him.

It wasn't before long that he started feeling like he was about to cum. That's when he got another brilliant idea. He moved and picked up the tub of lotion, taking off the lid he continued jerking himself off with your underwear until he reached his climax. cumming in your tub of lotion.

The thought of his cum being rubbed up and down your arms and legs excited him. Until he remembered the mysterious boy in your picture. He pulled up his pants and stuffed your panties in his pocket. He would find a way to get rid of that filth for you. For better or for worse.

Going into your dorm became a regular thing for him. He made a copy of the key under the mat just in case you gained half a brain and realized how stupid of an idea that was.

He would paw through your underwear drawer (where he found a couple naughty items, god you were an actual whore), check your desk, jerk himself off with your underwear on your bed (sometimes he would prefer rubbing himself against your sheets and pillow) and collect a few trophies, panties, a bra, one time he felt confident enough to take one of your flannels.

His routine stayed about the same until one day he scored a jackpot. You had left your laptop unlocked and open on your desk. He had one hour and 20 minutes until your class was over, and you usually stopped at a coffeeshop to pick up a drink giving him more than enough time to snoop.

Your phone was synced to your laptop, giving him access to almost your entire life. He checked social media, pictures, contacts, and then he got to your texts.

Nothing out of the ordinary, texts to your family, some friends, coworkers, then he got to your texts with someone named Henry. The guy from the picture. He wasn't your boyfriend, it was more of a situationship. He also didn't attend the same university as you, he was someone from your hometown about 2 hours away. He had decided to stay there while you moved.

From the texts it seemed like you hadn't met up with him in almost a month and were planning to soon. After a bit more scrolling he came across pictures and videos, so many pictures and videos, even some screen recorded facetime calls.

Everything Eren had assumed about you was right. The lace panties and bras, the sex toys, you truly were a whore. Almost all these videos consisted of you stuffing your pussy with your fingers, rubbing your clit while you moaned, riding your pillow.

The pictures had you in your skimpy underwear, sometimes fully nude. There were pictures of you with your legs spread, and your pussy out on display. Pictures of your hands on your bare tits hanging.

Eren was speechless, you were showing your body to this guy. He didn’t deserve you, the only person that should’ve ever gotten to see these was Eren. He felt disgusted not by you, but by how easily you gave these up.

He quickly selected all of them and airdropped them to himself. He got a brilliant idea. He found a way to end this little thing going on between you and picture boy. But first he needed to deal with the rock hard bulge in his pants. He had one hour left before you got out of class.

He quickly pulled down his pants and started stroking himself again, he decided to watch the video of you riding the pillow. He watched as you humped your pillow like a dog in heat, your moans filled his ears and made him ever harder. He could almost imagine how your sensitive clit felt with the friction. He jerked off about 4 more times, each time to a different picture or video.

After the 5th time he couldn’t do it anymore. His legs were shaking and his hair has fallen out of its bun, damp with sweat. This entire time he has been releasing himself into one of your panties, which was now soaked with his cum. He pocketed and left.

When he got home he rushed to his computer. He knew what he had to do, and while it was almost painful for him to do it Eren told himself it was for your own good.

He made a fake account and posted all these videos that showed your face to your college’s graduating class facebook group, making sure to include your name. In less than one hour it had gained over 500 interactions, some people shaming you, some wondering who would be sick enough to do this, and some cheering on whoever it was that posted this.

Shortly after it was taken down for violating community guidelines, but the damage had been done. You were officially a public outcast. He felt bad but now he had made sure that you would never be speaking to picture guy again, and even better, that you would’ve lost any friends you had made. It was the perfect opportunity for him to swoop in and save you.

[nininikki]

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊: j. kirschtein x fem!reader

✧ summary! — there’s nothing in the world that feels better than beating jean kirschtein. except maybe fucking him. (inspired by this request)

✧ warnings! — jean and reader are rivals, insults, fencing (🤺), reader’s kinda mean to jean but he’ll be fine, hate sex, somewhat rough, bit of nipple play, hair pulling, brief handjob, unprotected p in v (wrap it up), mirror sex, slight clit play, finger sucking, choking, degradation, name calling (slut), orgasm denial.

✧ author’s note! — first request ever, let’s go!! lmk if i missed anything in the warnings!

✧ word count! — 2.6k

“did you fucking see that? did you see that fucking look on his fucking face?”

the blood that normally rushed through your veins had been promptly replaced with triumph. triumph that evidently couldn’t be contained as you bounced up and off the floor of your dorm room.

sasha—your proud, but awfully concerned roommate—only sat gingerly at the edge of her bed. having just finished a family sized bag of bugle chips, she settled on congratulating you with soft claps of her crumb-covered hands. “that is, uh,” her face bounced between expressions before landing on a somewhat smile. “that’s amazing, (y/n), but—”

“i know, right. and, he had this, like, kicked puppy look, y’know?” you voice trailed off as you began searching through your drawers for a pair of pajama pants. “like pure defeat. it was fuckin’ incredible.”

just an hour or so ago, jean kirschtein had made the dire mistake of challenging you to a brief fencing match. a game of which you were only mildly skilled, so you’d feared you might end up in one of those rare predicaments where jean—fucking jean, of all people—managed to beat you.

“you are such a bad sport.” sasha chuckled from where she sat behind you. “he almost had you, though. it was neck and neck.”

you giddily pulled some pants from your drawer, turning in the direction of the shower with a smile. “now that, i can admit. see, i’m a great sport.”

***

eren was on his third peal of laughter in the past five minutes. the bridge of his nose pinched between his fingers as heaps of schoolgirl giggles whistled through his lips. “how’d you let her get away with that shit, man? i mean, you were, like,” eren combed a hand through his hair and pinched his fingers together so close they were almost touching. “right here.”

“kiss my ass, jaeger.” jean only murmured, choosing to live in blissful amnesia about the whole thing. he’d opened the page of some random jane austen novel and began pretending to read.

this was, by far, his most humiliating defeat. not because of the fact that he lost, but how.

the sheer swiftness and grace with which your blade moved almost made it impossible for him to believe you were anything other than advanced. although, maybe this was what hardly remarkable looked like for you—those being the words you used to describe your fencing skills.

but still, where you were good, jean was always better. at least that’s what he told himself on the frequent—yes, very frequent—occasions that he bested you in something.

that thought could wait. for jean was too busy trying to stick his winning blow. except you moved with so much effortless agility he missed you by only the hair of an inch.

you were back on his heels with a cocky giggle pouring from your mouth. “oh, come on, kirschtein. do you want me or not?”

what a stupid question to ask. of course he wanted you. he’d wanted you since before he even knew what want was. since your eighth grade spelling bee where you managed to halt the match at a perfect tie. since every occurrence thereafter where the two of you had needed to beat one another more than you needed air.

so, yes. he fucking wanted you. how could he not? you were the most insufferably brilliant, wickedly talented, and oftentimes the funniest person he’d ever had the displeasure of knowing. and god help him if you weren’t beautiful as all hell too.

wait, huh?

in enough of the time it had taken him to form that thought, the blunted tip of your blade had jabbed directly into his chest, right above the rapid beating of his heart.

from then on, jean had taken the route of not thinking at all. because he knew that if he did, you’d be the only thing on his mind.

and seriously, how could he let a thought like that slip through the finely trained cracks and crevices of his own mind? you were, by all experiences and understandings, his rival. universally, anciently, eternally. you had been on opposing sides of some invisible thing for as long as he could remember.

so, why? why, why, why had such a sickening thought started to bloom—in the way fungus did, not flowers. totally not.—so suddenly through the concrete cracks of his brain?

well, that could only be possible if such a thought wasn’t so sudden at all

***

you were perhaps the only person who could still look good in fluorescent lighting. a fact jean guiltily registered when you pulled back the bathroom door and stood practically swathed in it. it flushed you bare, made you look naked and real and impossibly prettier. prettier. despite how well the description characterized you, jean still harbored his own habitual difficulty associating such a nice phrase—a compliment—with you.

“ugh.” you scoffed upon taking your eyes away from the mirror, a wand of lipstick halfway to your now frowning lips. “i’ll be out in a second. try not to piss yourself.” you barked over the blaring music.

as flushed as you made the skin behind his ears, you were still a pain in the ass. “i actually wanted to talk to you.” jean practically vomited the words, not yet used to speaking to you sans malice or insults.

“about?”

another bout of word vomit. “about what happened today.”

“you mean when i kicked your ass in fencing.”

“see, that’s the thing. i—i didn’t mean to lose.”

“yeah, no one really means to get their ass kicked.” your lips jumped into a contented smirk. “that’s what makes doing it so fun. especially when it’s you, right, kirschtein?”

“you’re a real class act, you know that?”

“glad you think so highly of me.” you dropped your lipstick into your purse and leaned against the counter. arms folded and one brow beautifully, interrogatively arched. “but c’mon, what about earlier today? what was so pressing that you had to follow me into the bathroom?”

“i don’t know, i…” jean blinked, trying to scrape some semblances of confidence together. “i’m sick of fighting with you.”

“are you this butthurt about earlier?” you scoffed, looking almost hurt and pursing your freshly lacquered lips together. “i mean, if that’s why—” you turned away from him and back into the mirror with an insultingly exasperated sigh. “if you came here to mope about what a loser you are, this isn’t the place.”

now it was jean’s turn to scoff. and that he did, kicking the bathroom door closed behind him and leaning his weight over on the narrow counter. the fury and disbelief jean felt must have been sheer on his face, because of your lackluster attempt at a turnaround. “look, i’m just saying i’m not exactly great with sympathy. or whatever it is you’re trying to do here.”

anger tunneled through his veins, as hot and passionate as those feelings he felt earlier. “you know what, fuck you.”

“yeah, as if i’d ever let a loser like you anywhere near m—” but you didn’t get to finish your sentence, because jean’s fingers were pulling you into him by the nape of your neck. in a split second in what you think was a kiss.

it was more an aggressive gnashing of teeth and tongue with frustrated groans of anger soundtracking it. you hardly even felt his lips, except for when he tried to break away and you pulled the bottom one between your teeth. which led to his hands finding the backs of your thighs so he could prop you onto the cold countertop.

he then took you in a more proper kiss. one that was certain to have your lips bruised by the end of it. one that sent the minute vibration of a whimper out of your mouth and over his. “i hate you,” jean murmured over you, arousal and anger pooling between your legs as he palmed your tits through your shirt. in that same moment you were wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer as he rasped, “so fucking much.”

your hands strung fervently between the ashy blonde moss of his hair. “not more than i hate you.” you hissed as he pulled your shirt over your head. his lips dragged across your jaw, down your, over your collarbone—not stopping until he was at your chest, at which point he was haste in pulling the straps of your bra off your shoulders.

with your hardened nipples exposed to the brisk bathroom air, jean was free to wrap his lips around one and suck and pinch as he pleased. lidded eyes glazed with malice as he peered up at you, mouth wrapping eagerly around you. all while his hand toyed aimlessly with the button on your jeans.

“the hell are you waiting for?” you asked, unexpectedly breathless. tugging a little harder on his hair elicited exactly the reaction you were hoping for.

in an instant, your jaw was in his grip and he was pulling you close enough to his face that he could’ve—should’ve—kissed you, but he didn’t. “shut the fuck up.” he hoarsely demanded. “you don’t get to rush this.”

try me, you might as well have said. because in that same second your lips and hands were on him again. groping at his stiffened cock through his pants working a hickey into the smooth skin of his neck.

his dick sprung free from the confines of his underwear—shaded a blushing red, leaking a milky bead of precum from the head, and littered with pretty veins—you barely gave yourself a moment to think before you were wrapping an eager hand around it.

all the while, jean was struggling to pull your shorts over the curve of your ass. poorly contained shudders wracking his body with every stroke you dealt him. “c’mon, kirschtein. show me you’re not as useless as i think.”

and then you went from perched upon the counter to bent directly over it. a yelp sprouted from your parted mouth as jean all but yanked your shorts down your legs. from this view, you were staring at your hazy reflection in the bathroom mirror—eyes lidded and brimmed with untamed desire, the lipstick you’d originally ventured here to fix now smudged worse than before.

you steal a glance up at jean, whose hair sat mangled atop his head. hickies purpling his jaw and collarbones. chest heaving only slightly. when the two of you made eye contact through the mirror, you could feel jean hooking his fingers under the crotch of your underwear so he could slide them down your legs.

weak with anticipation, your vision grew bleary and unfocused. “hey, hey,” but jean had your jaw in his grasp again, directing your focus back to him. “keep your eyes on me, alright.”

you only meekly nodded, even though he was certainly telling more than asking.

his fingers ghosted over the engorged head of your clit, and even when you wanted to shut your eyes as shockwaves of pleasure rolled over you, jean’s grip on your jaw tightened every time you tried. “did you not hear what the fuck i said?” he’d grunt into your ear, neglecting your pussy by taking his fingers away from it. he’d instead stick those same fingers into your mouth, running the pads of them over your tongue and letting you suck the taste from them.

then finally, his hands were on your hips, and the tip of his cock was sliding through the sodden folds of your cunt. “what was that you said earlier?” jean asked as he dipped his head into your waiting heat. “‘as if i’d ever let a loser like you anywhere near me’”

truthfully, you didn’t regret saying that. if you hadn’t, you’d have gone back downstairs to that party and not been here receiving what might’ve been the best sex of your life. (although you’d never admit that to him.)

you didn’t have time to answer because jean was kissing you. his tongue was breathtakingly soft as it mulled around in your mouth. when he pulled away, leaving strings of saliva connecting your lips, you hardly had a chance to register it before he was sliding into you with a deep grunt.

you promptly died of infatuation at the feeling of having him inside you. growing dumber and dumber off the way the curve of his cock slid up into you at just the right angle. and it didn’t take long before he bottomed out, at which point you both sang sweet moans into the stuffy bathroom air. “i hate you.” you moaned into the reflection, but his thrusts only sped up. “i hate you, i fuckin’ hate you. i—ohmygod!”

jean snaked a hand around your throat, his relentless grip sending mixed waves of pleasure and pain through your body. “you hate me so much,” he panted into the crook of your neck, “but you’re letting me fuck you like this.” his grip tightened, and you could feel the slicked walls of your cunt clench in response. “nasty fuckin’ slut.”

it wasn’t long before the head of his dick was prodding that sweet spot inside you. “don’t stop. i’m so close.” wracking your body with the most debaucherous fixes of saccharine satisfaction and pushing you closer and closer to your release. “i’m gonna cum, don’t—”

mischief crawled over jean’s flushed gestures as he blushed, his thrusts coming to a subtle halt. “ask me nicely.”

you had no other choice but to die, because there was no way you’d be able to walk out of here from a half finished fuck with a neglected orgasm. but there was also even less way you’d be nice to jean kirschtein of all fucking people.

but then he leaned over and brought his lips to yours in a soft kiss. not nearly as rough as the previous ones had been and almost out of character for the two of you. “c’mon, i know how bad you want it.” jean murmured into your mouth, sending—dare i say—butterflies in fervent laps around your tummy. “be nice so i can give you what you need, yeah?”

normally, you’d have scolded him for just outright assuming he knew anything about you. but this wasn’t normally and this time, he was right. he kissed you again, and that’s when you uttered, “please,” under his lips. “please, don’t stop.”

jean kissed you again, but at the front of your cheek. a ghost of a smile appeared over his lips. “atta girl.”

slowly but surely, his thrusts resumed and you right where you left off: toeing the edge of an orgasm with every passing second. “oh,” you whimpered as you gazed into jean’s eyes through the mirror. his very sweet, very determined eyes. that sight coupled with the feeling of his cock piercing your very soul was what sent you over.

the orgasm practically poured out of you. a white hot flash of blinding pleasure that had left you shaking where you stood and surely sheathed his dick in the thick, creamy mess of your own cum. and jean wasn’t far behind, quickly pulling out of you and covering your back in warm streaks of his own spend.

you both needed a moment to recover. heavy breaths crushing your lungs and a post orgasmic-haze looming over your heads in a tangible cloud.

“here, don’t move.” jean unfurled a towel from a nearby closet and doused it with water before gently wiping down your back. “see, all better.”

“thanks, i guess.” you said, unsure of the proper thing to say to someone who just wiped their cum off your back.

when you were done shrugging your clothes over your body and making sure your makeup shed no discretion as to what you’d just been doing, you cautioned a small kiss to jean’s jaw. “tell anyone about this and i’ll kill you.”

he only smirked back at you with a roll of his eyes, but answered nonetheless. “wouldn’t dream of it.”

© NININIKKI. do not translate, copy, or modify my works in any way shape or form.

[yoosungdaddy1]

Broken Boy Eren x Reader

You woke up the following morning with a beaming headache.  The sun blazing through your curtains, warming your sheets. Ah todays the day, you thought. It had been six years since you were in Eldia. Its not like you was running away from home. Your Parents and all your friends lived there. You had left in Junior high  to live with your aunt to pursue your studies ,and fell in love with the city of Marley and been there ever since.  Marley didn't have any schools that  you could attend that would complete your degree. You had been going to Lago University for the past two years that's as far as the program would allow for your autonomy degree, but Eldia had the perfect school for you. It had been years since you've seen you're friends.  It didn't bother you though life goes on. You gathered your last suitcase and jamming it into your small, white, Honda civic, when your phone starts to ring

mom~ sweetie me and your farther are at the airport we don't see you

y/n~ The AIRPORT MOM  I wont be there for another four hours!

mom~ What I thought you said 10Am

y/n~ That's when my plane leaves 

mom~ Oh god let me go get your farther he even has a sigh with your name embarrassing  himself ill call you back 

You had grown up in a beautiful house surround by acers of land, both your parents were wealthy on their own, money was never an issue. You were a golden child. 

You had finally made it to the airport. Rushing as you only had 30 minutes until take off. You looked at your watch as you ran to the boarding lines.

I'm gonna make it.  I'm gonna make it , you yell to yourself speeding through the airport like you formed wheels.

You were finally on your plane, taking a deep breath ,looking out your window just before the plane took off. You wondered what Eldia was like. It had been so long but your wondered  about your old friends. You wanted to know how everyone was doing, where everyone was. You questioned if they would even noticed you anymore. Doesn't matter, you thought to yourself. After 3 hours your plane lands. The fresh smell of trees and damp grass bringing back memories in the air. 

"Sweetie over here! " Your mom shouts waving her hands as your dad held up a welcome home sigh.

you smile walking in their direction " Hey mom, Hey dad." The smell of their clothing reminded you of your old house. Your parents were both pretty young. You was an only child and your mom had you at 16.

" You're coming to the house right? We're gonna cook your favorite meal." Your mom ask grabbing your arm

" I can't I have to go to the Dorms  first ." You sigh in frustration. You had completely forgot you had to conform your dorm in the office when your transfer date was official. Your parents dropped you off at Rose university. The campus Huge with three budlings being for classes and another three being dorms. .  You made your way to the front office. Anxious and excited at the same time.

" Hi I'm Y/N I just transferred from Lago University and I was coming to conform my dorm room." You said to the lady at the table.  She was young maybe in her late 20s. She had pretty long black hair and big brown eyes.

" Ah the Marley girl. You don't look like a Marley girl" she smirks handing you paper work for the available dorms. You ignored her comment. Looking at the sheets only three rooms were currently availably and each had a roommate. room 111 was 960 sq feet, two bed rooms one bath, room 007 760sq, two bed rooms 2 baths, and room 205 980sq feet, two beds 2 in a half baths.

" I'll take room 205. " You smile sighing your name. she inputs all your information into the computers and hands you a key.

"You're all set. You'll get your schedule tomorrow morning.  I hope you like it here."   you look around, the campus bigger than your old one. You had no Idea which buildings were the dorms and which were the classes.

"Shut up." a familiar voice shots. You turn to see Connie standing inches from you.

"y/n? Is that you is that really you?" He says grabbing your hands

" What the hell are you doing here!" He shouts squeezing your hands tighter.

" I just transferred to finish off my degree here." You smile unfazed at how tight he was gripping  you. He wore a Green bottom up and black jeans. He's hair still short but dyed jet black.

" Oh god everyone gonna love this!" He shouts  jumping with excitement 

You thought to yourself just who was everyone.

" Give me your schedule let me see, let me see." He pouts with his hands out, gripping air.

" I haven't gotten it yet but can you help me find dorm room 205. " You ask holding up your key.

" 205 I think that's near Mikasa room." He says gliding his chin with his hands.

Mikasa... your heart was skipping beats. Mikasa was one of your best friends and the thought of her being there made you excited.

You follow Connie to the dorm. You was on the third floor. The hallways crowed with students and the smell of weed sprayed the air. You unlock the door and Connie follows. The room seemed empty but you were unsure if anyone was actually there. You looked in the kitchen, which was fully stacked. The living neat and clean. There were two rooms one on each end and a hallway restroom. You opened one of the following doors trying to find which room was empty and there you seen Historia giving Eren head.

You stand mouth dropped to your knees. Connie follows mirroring your reaction.

"What the fuck!"

[strbymacaroon]

❀✿ Pilot: How it started! ✿❀

✿ Roomie Series!: Eren Yeager x Reader!

❥ S1: Pilot. 10:00 remaining, 3,095 words.

❥ Y/n is living her normal life, but when her roommate finally arrives home— things go from normal to weird... Who would’ve thought that in a matter of minutes her life would completely change.

You gathered all your hair, trying to place it into a ponytail. Grabbing your reading glasses as you finished and awkwardly pushing them on your face. Wrapping a white fluffy blanket around your frame as you reached for your computer. Opening up your Macbook and clicking on your favorite website. 

Ao3.

Typing in words familiar words of your new anime crush. Oh yeah, You were also on facetime with your best friend, explaining to them about said anime guy. Basically explaining to them how utterly sexy this man was. 

Hair, eyes, body, shit this man had it all. 

Eren Yeager. 

Even his name was sexy. 

You huffed dramatically, “Dude, none of these fics seem…” you couldn’t say the words. “It’s not what I want.” You pouted, looking on your phone that was propped on your bedside counter. 

They laughed at you, “You’re just being picky, I’m pretty sure there's something out there.” 

You nodded, closing out of the site and sighing. Fixing the glasses on your face and grabbing the drink that’s been on your counter for god knows how long. You just drank it. 

You could feel your mind trailing back to Eren. Smiling unintentionally. 

Your friend noticed. 

“He’s perfect, Nana.” you softly said. Biting your lip and feeling your face heat up. A certain fan art popping into your head. 

“Mhm, right.” They said, a smile on their face. He tilted his head. “Tell me, what’s wrong with him?” 

You blinked, grimacing. Licking your lips and shrugging. “Oh nothing.” You sheepishly said. Looking down at the book in your hands whispering a soft ‘ocide.’

They raised an eyebrow, getting closer to the phone and cupping their ear. Despite having headphones on. “Come again? Didn’t hear ya’?” 

“Genocide.” You quickly said, “Mass genocide.” You scrunched your nose. “He commited mass murder on his enemy.” 

“You’ve got to fucking kidding me.” 

“Look, if he was real, he would be a regular college student.” You said, “like us.” You looked away thinking about it a little more, “And, proabably a god at sex.” 

“God, we’ve gotta’ get you a boyfriend.” 

He said, your just shrugged. “I do have one.” 

“Do you?” 

You nodded, laying back in your bed. Enjoying the push pillow beneath your head. Slightly humming into it. 

Nana tilted their head, raising an eyebrow. “And, if you don’t mind me asking. Who is this boyfriend of yours?”

You smiled, stifling a laugh. “Eren fucking Yeager.” You scoffed, “Who else could fit my standard.” 

“Y/n, you haven't showered or left your room in three days.” He said, “I’m pretty sure anyone could fit your standard.” 

You loudly laughed, shrugging. “I guess you're right.” 

“Don’t worry Babe, it’s the start of freshman year. You’ll find someone.” Nana said, smiling at you. 

You shook your head groaning. “I don’t want to find anyone, I want Eren.” You dramatically groaned, trying to fake cry. 

“I promise the moment you go into one of your classes, you’ll forget all about this fiction crush of yours.” Nana told you, taking a sip of their drink. “I promise.” 

You glared at Nana. “I highly doubt that.” 

You looked at the notification that popped on your screen. It was your roommate texting you to open the door. You pouted, eyebrows mushing together. Now you would be forced to leave your room.

You sighed, “Hold up, I’m gonna’ go. Roommates home.” You laughed, “You know how she is when I take forever to open the door.” Nana laughed, recalling the last time that happened. 

They nodded, blowing you a kiss and ending the call. You smiled, getting out of bed and stretching. Walking to the door of your room. 

When you felt… uneven. 

Like you were going to pass out, suddenly light headed and heavy. Your mind blanking. 

Were you going to pass out? 

Did you get up too fast?

Your body leaned on the wall, collecting yourself. Wondering where that random feeling came from. 

Iron deficiency? Maybe?

Huh, weird. 

You walked to the front door, opening it for your roommate. Squinting your eyes immediately because of the light. 

Damn, you really should get out more. 

Yet, nothing in the world could’ve prepared you the sight in front of you. You could feel your jaw slack, your eyes bulging out of their sockets. 

Eren fucking Jeager. 

There was a playful smile on his lip, a bag of food in his hand, and a few words of- ‘Hey Roommie!’ 

Yeah, you were dreaming. You were going to wake up and start sobbing because, Eren wasn’t real. 

You laughed, shaking your head “Oh my god, pinch me.” A sentence said without thought.

Eren shrugged, lifting his eyebrows. “Weird request but, I’ve had weirder.” 

You flinched from the pain, instictly moving out of the door frame. Eren immediately walked in. Hanging his keys on the coat hanger and kicking off his shoes. Kicking the door closed and placing the bag of food on the floor. 

Before stealing a glance in your direction, giving you a quizzical look. He almost laughed, “What the hell are you wearing?” He looked at your face, his eyebrows coming together “And are those glasses? Since when did you need glasses?” 

You blinked a few times, his words not even processing in your head. You were still processing him. You forced an uncomfortable laugh, tapping yourself a few times. “Okay, Y/n, time to wake up.” You sang, turning around and patting your cheeks. Trying to see if that would help. “You probably have class and are oversleeping.” 

Eren again felt his eyebrows come together, turning his head to the side slightly. “Since when do you care about class?”

You gave him a look. I mean, I literally pay to go to college.. It would be a waste not to go to class. Again, you had to process who was standing in front of you. Again. 

If you could describe the feeling rushing through your body- you’d need a whole fucking libary. And, that was if you could. 

1- Eren Yeager was currently silently judging you for what you looked like.

2- THIS WASN’T A FUCKING DREAM. 

“Y/n?” 

Oh my god, he just said my name.

You wanted to cry. You peered over your shoulder, looking at him. Taking a moment to nod weakly.

Eren suppressed a laugh, placing a hand on his hip and using his free hand to point at you. “I’m going to ask you again. What the hell are you wearing?” 

It took you a minute to process what he said. Then, you looked down at your outfit, slightly confused by his question. It was what you wore everyday? You looked back at him, tilting your head. “Sweats and a random cat shirt?” 

He blinked at you, tilting his head. This time, he didn't try to suppress his laugh. “The all mighty bitchy Y/n is wearing a ugly cat shirt?” He said, shaking his head amused. “I think I’m the one dreaming.” 

Bitchy?

You abruptly laughed —no— scoffed. “Yeah, I think you’re mixing me up with someone else.” You said, fixing your glasses. This was literally what you always wore. It didn’t matter where you went.

Eren looked at his watch, then backed up. Counting silently before looking back at you again. “And, we’ve been talking for a minute now without you scolding me for something I did- are?..” he got close, placing the back of his hand to your face. “Are you sick?” 

You felt your face heat up. “I-“ You pushed his hand off you, looking away embarrassed. “No, I’m not—“ You placed your hands to your face, taking a moment to yourself. Then whispering, “What the fuck is happening?” 

“You tell me.” Eren said, lightly laughing. 

You sighed, putting your hands to your temple. You shook your head and slowly started to make your way to your room. “I need a nap.”

Eren laughed, walking to the couch. “You’re acting.. different.” You stopped and looked at him, tilting your head. 

“Different?..” you softly said, looking to the side and thinking. 

Eren turned on the TV, clicking onto a movie you recorded a few days before. “Don’t worry, I like it, it’s.. different.” He looked at you, “I like being able to have a convo with you.” 

You blinked, feeling your heart start to beat faster. As you smiled, you couldn’t help it. You nodded your head once.

“Do you want to..” He paused, “..to watch a movie with me?” 

You blinked a few times, feeling your heart pounding. “Uhm..” You just ended up nodding, walking down the stairs and sitting on the opposite couch. Eren gave you a look, before continuing the movie. 

You tried watching it -you really did- but you were just constantly looking back at Eren. Eyeing him up and down and enjoying how absolutely stunning this man was. Jesus, the anime— let alone fanart, didn’t do him any justice. 

“Y/n?” 

You flinched, but nodded your head. Eren looking at you then continuing. “Are you sure you’re okay?..” He forced an awkward smile. “You’re not acting like.. you?”

You felt your mouth open then close, you didn’t know how to respond. It was very clear that Eren knew you. In some weird way, but— didn’t know you. Which could seem confusing, but made sense in your mind. 

It was like.. he knew a different version of you… 

You felt your eyebrows mush together. Did I cross realities or something? Which made sense in your mind, somewhat. Well, it was the only thing that made sense considering you weren’t dreaming. 

You opened your mouth again, “I—“ You sighed, closing your eyes and speaking again. “I’m a different person.” You softly said, “If that makes sense.” 

He laughed, getting up and moving to the couch next to you. Smiling at you, “Is that a bad thing? Change?” 

You fixed your glasses and shrugged, “You tell me.” 

Oh my god, I’m talkin- conversing with Eren Yeager. 

He leaned his head towards you. “I like it, it’s nice to talk to my roommate.” He squinted his eyes playfully, “Even if she’s acting really weird.” 

You got offended by that. 

Eren noticed, “I don’t know how Jean’s going to feel about it though.” He leaned his head back, trying his best not to ruin the moment. I mean, he literally can’t remember the last time the two of you had a pleasant conversation. “He’s really into how your bod-“ He paused, thinking before speaking. “How you present yourself.” 

You laughed, placing both your legs on the couch and leaning into him. “Why would Jean care—“ 

Wait, Jean?.. Does that mean that every AOT character is in this world? Oh my god, I’m going to fucking die from a heart attack. I don’t think I can take that.

Eren gave you a look. “Because, he's your boyfriend?”

“I have a boyfriend?” You shouted, it was quickly followed by— “I’m dating Jean?!” Oh my god, he was hot but— the man you wanted was sitting right across from you!

Eren’s wide eyed expression brought you back into the conversation. You cleared your throat, placing both your hands in your lap and in the most calm voice you could muster you said— “I’m dating Jean.” It wasn’t a question this time.  

He slowly nodded, a studle amused smile on his lips. “Yes, Love. You’re dating Jean.” 

God, take me now.

You leaned back in the chair, closing your eyes and processing. “Eren.” 

“Y/n.” 

You laughed, looking at him. “I’m going to break-up with Jean.” You didn’t like him like that. You needed to wife Eren up. And you needed to do it as soon as possible. 

Hell, you’d be satisfied with a simple kiss. 

He laughed, laughed so hard because that was the last thing he’d ever expect to hear from you. 

The girl who had Jean in her room everyday. The girl who clung to him like a lost puppy everywhere he went. The girl who would only talk to Eren if it was about their future wedding or an argument about something stupid he did.

Literally. Someone stupid he did. 

“And why would you do that, Y/n?” 

Because I want you. Duh!

“I don’t like Jean like that.” you mumbled, Eren smiled at that, “He’s wonderful and deserves the best but, I’m pretty sure he has a thing for Mikasa.” You hoped the show was somewhat connected to this world. 

His jaw dropped, his eyebrows coming together as his hand went up in the air. “Dude— no stop.” Jean was anything but wonderful. Hell, when was the last time you used a positive word to describe anyone?

You gave him a weird look, “What?” It was a pretty obvious ‘what?’

“Why are you admitting this now? After you literally went to hell and back defending him for cheating on you with her.” He put his hand out, “Let me correct myself, my girlfriend at the time.”

Your jaw dropped, “He cheated on me?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I defended someone who cheated on me?” You shook your head. ”With my roommates girlfriend?!” 

“Ex roommate's girlfriend.” Eren corrected. 

You laughed, shaking your head. “No fucking way.” What the hell is wrong with me in this universe? You looked at him, smile. “Eren, literally fuck him.” 

Eren laughed, slowly nodded his head before nodding it vigorously. “Yeah.” He smiled, “Yeah!” He shouted, “Fuck him!” 

You laughed with him, “I mean, Mikasa probably—“ 

“Stop.” Eren cut you off. Playfully shoving you. 

You loudly laughed, looking away and nodding. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop but—“ You sighed, and looked at him. “Seriously, that’s such a stupid thing to do.” You giggled, leaning into him. “On roommates no less.” 

Eren nodded, thickly swallowing and leaning back slightly. “Who am I talking to?” He softly said. 

You shrugged, “Y/n?” You laughed, “Who am I talking to.” 

“Eren.” He replied. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Eren.” You extended your hand, giving a warm smile. 

Eren looked at your extended hand, taking it into his much larger one. Jesus take me now— “Nice to meet you better version of Y/n.” 

“Better?” You questioned, trying to ignore the way your heart sped up when you two touched. 

“Better.” He confirmed, nodding his head seriously. “I prefer this,” he waved his hand around you, “Then, whatever the hell you were.” 

You huffed fondly, nodding your head. 

“When did you even get that shirt?”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. “I actually bought it at the thrift store a few blocks away from us.” 

“You thrift?!” Eren asked shocked, you nodded. 

“That’s where I buy all my clothing?” You slowly said. I mean, you weren’t made of money? Where else would you buy cheap but somewhat cute clothing? 

Eren laughed, “Now, I know you’re lying.” He pointed to a closet. “That closet is filled with empty shopping bags from every designer store possible.” 

Your eyebrows came together. “Designer? How the hell would I afford that?” You innocently asked. I mean, you didn’t even really talk to your parents. Let alone ask them for money. 

Eren had a look, like he was suppressing something he wanted to say. He ended saying it anyways, “Daddy’s money.” 

You laughed, “My Dad sends me money? What is he a CEO?” 

“Yes, he is actually.” He had a serious face, “That was the first thing you told me when we met.” 

“Damn, I sound like a bitch.” 

“Yeah, you are.” 

You gave him glare, he laughed.

“Were a bitch.” He corrected. 

You shook your head, pulling out your phone. You needed to check something. 

Your bank account. 

“Holy shit.” 

“Holy shit indeed.” He said, his eyes dancing over your screen. “Like I said, Dad’s a CEO.” He raised an eyebrow. “Y/n, you freaking me out— just a tad.” 

You glanced at him, blinking a few times. “I’m—“ you paused, “I’m really tired and— high.” You said, silently cringing. Best fucking excuse, Y/n.

Eren slowly nodded, “Makes sense.” He smiled, dimples denting into his skin, “I am too.” 

“Deadass?” 

“Naw, but I can be.” 

You shook your head, “No, but— seriously I need..” 

Eren flinched, feeling his phone buzz. “I’m sorry, but—“ he gestured to his phone, quickly picking it up. You pressed your lips together, something Eren could help but double take at. “Yeah, I’ll be there in 30. See ya.” 

You watched as he lowered his phone. “Ugh.” He groaned. 

You giggled, “What happened?” 

“You know how we were talking about Mikasa and Jean.” You nodded. “Well, the sport I’m in decided to hold a last minute practice I gotta’ go to.” He stood up from the couch, taking a small stretch. 

You blinked a few times. “Oh, well..” 

“I guess it worked out.” He said, “You get to cool down from being high, and I have to deal with you boyfriend and my ex.” He said. 

“Our ex’s.” You corrected. 

He looked back at you smiling. Placing a hand on your head and ruffling your hair. “Tell me that when you’re not high.” He said. 

I’m not high. “Okay, I will.” 

Eren pressed his lips together, his head tilting. “I doubt that, but I’ll believe it for now.” Eren wants to believe it. “And, if this is what you’re like high, you should get high more often.” 

“Maybe I should.” 

Eren laughed.

There was silence, a comfortable silence. The conversation ended. You didn’t want the conversation to end, but it did. Eren felt the same way. 

“Uhm, do you want to join the sport I play?” He asked, “I’m pretty sure they’re still accepting people, if you wanna come with.” 

You blinked a few times, giving him a kind smile. “Uhm, yeah, but I’ll go with you tomorrow.” You answered, “I really need to rest.” And find out more about myself. 

Eren forced a smile. “Sure, yeah, that works.” He pushed himself away from you, “See ya’ Y/n.”

You smiled, giving a soft wave. “See ya’ ‘Ren.” 

He blinked at you, nodding his head. His body paused for a moment. Before waking to the door, reaching for his keys. However, he stopped. 

Because he was scared when he got back home, you were going to be gone. 

“See you in a bit roomie.” He called out.

You peaked your head from behind the wall like a cartoon, smiling and nodding your head. “Can’t wait roomie.” 

“Promise?” 

You squinted your eyes at him. “Promise, you little weirdo.” 

Eren forced a smile, nodded his head and left. 

[conniesministallion]

" Say it out loud "

Connie x black!reader pt.1

TWS: Drugs, Cheating, Mention of SH, minor character death, mental illness.

Do not read if you are under 18. You will be blocked if your age is not in your bio.

Notes: This is my first fic on tumblrr so it may not be perfect lol.

Tuesday

Chicago, Il

5:04 am

Y/N POV

“ I honestly can’t keep doing this it’s killing me. You’re driving me crazy, now tell me what the hell happened .”

“ Don't worry your pretty head about it baby, just relax he's not dead he just yk....learned a lil lesson.”

“It’s too early for this.” I hang the phone up, laying it on my desk. Heading to the bathroom and washing my face. He does this all the time, it’s been five years and he can’t seem to keep it together. What the hell goes through his head everyday. I open the drawer/mirror to see my edge control is missing.

" I swear its everyday with these bitches" I whisper to myself, before sticking my head out of the bathroom door.

" Now which one of you whores used my shit and didn't put it back" , I yelled to my roommates.

" Sorry y/n, I swear I was gonna put it back here you go.", Maya comes out of out of her room handing me the gel before quickly retreating back to her room.

" Like I said, everyday with these bitches." I say out loud.

My lace is liftin, my nigga trippin, and one of my hoes is missin. I cannot stand no one right now. I swiftly fix the lace of my black and pink lace front.

" Its definitely time for a new one." thinking to myself. Walking to my closet, I pull out a black bralette with a pink miniskirt with fur boots and leg warmers. This should be good for now. I just need to find out what the hell happened. Connie and Eren are not answering my questions and I know their asses had something to do with it. Always starting shit and can never be confronted about it.

" This friend group is full of psychos I swear." Eren, Jean and, Con with their anger issues, Armin and Reiner with their D.I.D, and Sasha with her....girl yk lol. We all met at our senior prom it was um...an interesting night. I mean if you call trauma and drinking a fun time then you'll know what I mean. However, it did bring us all together. How we didn't know each other in high school I'll never know but getting to know them all has given me somewhat a new joy in life.

I've been thinking so much I didn't realize I've driven to Jean's. Dissociation will do some weird things to you while driving especially when you don't need it to. I make my way to the back door and knock loudly.

" Open the door whores you know what I'm here for." I hear a voice on the other side and loud footsteps.

" Damn ma I'm coming gimme a sec." Jean swings the door open and steps to the side as I walk in. Turning around folding my arms, I stare at him intensely.

" Now tell me, do you know what happened or I should I harass the twin buffoons for answers." I asked him. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder he pulls me in.

" I'll let you harass the idiots meanwhile, wanna smoke a blunt wit me hm? "

" Of course Jean baby lets go." I grab his wrist as we make our way to the hangout area. Which is technically the basement but we drunkenly decorated the place after Eren's birthday. I grab the dark blue bean bags from the corner and drag them in front of the flatscreen tv mounted on the wall. I look to the side and spot Jean heading over to the table with the stash. Sitting beside me and grinding the weed before sprinkling the contents in the roller paper.

" So, tell me what happened this time." He says

I turn to the the side to face him with a pout on my face. " I think Con is getting possessive again. I mean he has Lina, why is he acting like I belong to him." I explain.

" You know y/n, I think he's using her as an excuse to not have to deal with getting over you. He's obsessive, if you think he'll give you up that easily.....sorry ma but you're slower than I thought." He says while licking the blunt. " Hand me the lighter plz."

I reach in my pocket and pull out the pink lighter. It has everyone's initials written in diamonds. Handing it to him I sigh, " He's a damn psychopath if he thinks this will win me back."

" In that case, your delusional if you think I can't have you back."

[luvntrra]

scrap #003 — armin a. x reader

c.w. aged up, modern-ish, mermaid!reader, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut, mild language, no y/n usage, second-person pov, selective mutism

Nimbly, the blonde threw on a shirt and his backpack before heading to the door, only to stop in his tracks when his stomach rumbled. At the same pace, he goes into the kitchen, searching the fridge for anything and shortly taking out a few grapes and pineapple slices and placing them into a plastic bag before finally rushing out in a hurry. His hair has been a disheveled mess that he attempted to fix as he made his way to his usual spot—the lake.

Armin remained perched near the edge of the pier, setting his backpack down before dragging out the fruit he brought. He generally started off reading, but today he had woken up late and didn’t want to be there when his roommate—Eren—had awoken. Opening the plastic bag before plucking a grape from it, and tossing it in his mouth. He reveled in the cool breeze that went by and the heavenly taste of the fruits he’d been ingesting. 

You glided through the pristine water and to the rock you regularly hid behind, but once you got there, you breathed in the essence of something so sweet that you just had to find it. Out of dismay, you hadn’t eaten for days and at this very moment, you couldn’t help but give in—nosing your surroundings as you sought to pinpoint where the scent resided, the scent that unbeknownst to you had come from Armin.

The guy who had been so caught up in the taste that he hadn’t acknowledged the faint ripples that hurried to their usual spot and it wasn’t until he glanced up that he noticed your head peek out of the water, causing a gasp to be ripped from his lungs which snagged your attention and startled you before you promptly dived back beneath the surface. “Wait—I didn’t mean to scare you,” The blond cried out in a tone more benign than the morning breeze that passed through.

“Please come back.” He pleaded, patiently waiting for your return. Your body still trembled at his presence, but the reassuring manner of his voice seemed to bring you to—almost—a calm. You gradually nudged your head above the water, only to the point where he was able to catch sight of your eyes and the top of your head.

You could finally see the man that visited you every day for what he actually looked like with nothing deterring your view—such as how his sapphire orbs peered into your jittery hues and how gold strands molded around his head, and pale skin that had hints of pink dusted about, and the shirt that clung to his figure just right, but your vision had fallen upon the bag packed with fruits in his grasps and his eyes followed.

“Oh, do you want some?” He inquired gingerly as a smile grew on his lips. Even though all he got in return was a couple of blinks from you, he considered your continual gazes at his food as a yes. Reaching his hand in the bag with the utmost caution, he grabs a berry before holding it out to you.

Your eyes narrowed—pupils slimming into slits as you glanced at his palm and glowered at him, and for a moment, you were prepared to dart off like you typically did, but you stayed. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” he cooed, “I promise.” His eyes were soft and humane as they gazed at you. A part of you—a small part of you—had been screaming to simply run away, but everything else in you assured you that it was okay. 

So, with his words ringing in your head, you steadily wade over to the platform and peer at him once more before plucking the fruit from his hands and disappearing back underwater, splashing the blond in the process inadvertently before heading back to your favored rock, nibbling at the food you had been given whilst he smiled to himself and popped another grape into his mouth.

It wasn’t long before Armin spotted your head shooting back—somewhat—above the water, pupils back to their original width. “Do you want more?” He snickered and delved into the bag once more to give you another snack, holding his hand out like last time, waiting calmly and quietly as you grasp it and scurry behind your rock to eat it. He cherished your company and was grateful for the fact that he now knew you meant no harm.

He shared his snacks with you until there was no more left to share. “I can’t give you any more right now. I ran out. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to bring more tomorrow.” He chuckled as he spoke to you while putting the plastic bag in his backpack and hauling out his book. You only ever stared at him, never replying with words as you monitored his every move. “I’m gonna start reading.” He declared, gazing into your eyes before beginning.

Your eyes remained above surface level as you listened and observed him, the tip of your tail skimming the rugged exterior of the stone and a few kelp leaves. Water droplets fall from your hairline and down your forehead and sides of your face while your gills open and close. Your pointed, webbed ears twitched from time to time whenever you would pick up a sudden squeak in the dock’s floorboards or the sound of a page-turning, but you stayed levelheaded yet wary—as curious as he was about you, the same could be said for you except you were on edge, he wasn’t. 

Eventually, Armin uses his bookmark to save the page before shutting the book. His dazzling blues peek up at you—expecting you to be gone, but there you lingered; eyes still visible right above the surface. It made him smile. “I’ll be sure to bring more snacks from now on.” He chuckled as he cautiously put his book away. “Maybe next time I’ll bring some marshmallows and fruit snacks. Have you ever had any of those?” He uttered.

You stay there in silence for a moment—rarely even blinking—before slanting your head to the side just a bit at the question. You never had or heard of either of those things nor had you been fed by a human. “I’ll try to get some before I come back. You’ll love them,” his arms find their way through the straps of his backpack. “If not, I’ll just bring some fruits so you can eat those instead,” Armin muttered, his ivory hair gleaming in the afternoon sun as he stood up and turned to leave, but stopped to see if you’d still been there after he rose and, sure enough, you were gone. Just like always.

A couple of days went by after that day and in that stretch of time, Armin had finally gotten what he promised; marshmallows and fruit snacks. The keychain he had dangling from his backpack jingled as he moseyed toward the dock, informing you of his presence. Today you waited with your head peeking out of the water, making your cheeks and upper lip visible.

Your pupils shift from slits to circles when you notice it was Armin—as you presumed. “Hey,” he started as he set his bag down and dragged out a pack of oversized marshmallows that practically looked like bite-sized pillows and a box containing little packets loaded with fruit gummies. “I finally got the stuff I was telling you about.” He sat both goodies down on the pier before asking you “Which one would you wanna try first?”

You observed him as he opened the box and plucked out a plastic packet that looked as if it was full of something, and shortly he opened the limpid bag that had the label jumbo marshmallows on it.

“Here,” Armin muttered as he took out something from each bag—first pouring the fruit gummies into his palm and later snagging a marshmallow and allowing it to lie in his other hand, holding his palms out to you. “I’ll let you choose." He wore that same closed-lip grin he always wore whenever he looked at you—eyes crinkling and the apples of his cheeks becoming even more prominent. You inch toward him, eyes flitting between his face and his hands as you draw closer, until you were approximately an arm’s length from the dock, his hands inches away from you.

You squint up at him as you sniffed the matter in his palms, breathing in the essence of the two treats before carefully reaching a hand out of the water to grasp the marshmallow that had been in his hand, bringing it to your mouth and nipping at it a bit before gazing up at him once more—this time your pupils dilating as you gawked at him. “Do you like it?” He beamed, not actually expecting an answer, but you slowly nod your head before you proceed to eat away at the pillowy treat. You hadn’t drifted from your place near the dock—which baffled Armin. 

You didn’t feel the need to run anymore, but you—nevertheless—still had your guard up, eyeing the blond with caution as you ate. It wasn’t long until you finished the sweet treat, soon reaching for the gummies he had in his other hand and doing the same you did with the marshmallow. Your eyes never faltered as you observed his hands as they moved to snag a book from his backpack, opening to the page he had left off on the day prior.

As he read, you warily scooted closer to the bag of marshmallows before nosing the pack that they resided in. Armin glanced at you with his usual grin. “You can have more.” He snickered as he watched your arm—that dripped with water from the crease of your arm to the soft fin on your elbow. He watched as it extended while you reach for the bag, your eyes flickering between him and the bag until you grasp the pack containing the sugary treat, dragging it below the surface and disappearing with it.

The blond’s smile only grows as he shakes his head and goes back to reading, and after a while, you come back and put that bag—that’s now filled with water—back on the dock. 

“Oh wow,” he chuckled. “Do you like those better?” He cooed, pouring the water out of the bag before putting it away. You nod—a bit more enthusiastically than before, which only makes his eyes crinkle. “I’ll be sure to get some more after I leave since you like them so much.” He giggles, but his laughter comes to a slow as he catches a glimpse of your tail—the splotches of white and orange that seemed to sway as you did, left him enamored. 

“Your tail…it’s beautiful. can I—can I see it?” He marveled. You peer at him for a moment, eyes wide before glancing at your tail and back at him, shaking your head as you back away slightly. “I’m so sorry. Y-you don’t have to…” He trailed, brows furrowed as his smile faded a bit. “Please, don’t go.” Armin cried out as he watched you with frantic eyes, praying you didn’t leave. You hesitantly listen to his plea, going back to the spot you’d been in most of the day. 

As usual, Armin read his book, but today he paused his reading early. He placed his book in his backpack before turning to face you, attempting to ask you simple yes or no questions—which to his surprise, you answered with a mere nod or shake of your head. He always made sure to steer clear of questions that seemed a little too personal and continued to ask simple things like if you liked something or not. 

But his inquiries soon came to a close as he got ready to leave again. “More marshmallows?” He whispered to you, a soft smile that had been on his face only seemed to grow when he saw you nod frantically. Armin turned on his heels and made his way back out of the forest once again.

Days had gone by and his visits only seemed to go on for longer with each passing day, but you grew to enjoy them. Aside from the creatures that roamed this lagoon—who never seemed to speak—you found his company somewhat refreshing. You’d await his arrival by the docks, still keeping your distance but never straying too far as your ears catch the melodic jingle of the zippers on his bag as he grows near. Your head had been peeped out only from the tip of your lip and up. His golden hair came into view, as well as the soft smile he always seemed to wear. Armin’s steps came to a halt as he approached the dock. “Hey,” he called softly, pulling out the packet of marshmallows he’d started to bring every visit cautiously. 

Your eyes flitted from the bag he had in his delicate grasp to the glimmer in his sky-tinged eyes, lingering in your designated spot before warily wading over to the dock and soon coming to a slow. Giving the plastic bag another glance, you let your hand emerge from the lake’s surface, steadily, giving him the chance to examine the small details—the water cascading down the fin along your forearm and the sharp points of your claws, the shimmer of the afternoon sun bestowed on your scales. He didn’t dare move a muscle.

Eyes remaining locked—yours filled with prudence, his with bewilderment. Meekly, you latch onto the bag, refraining from grazing his palm as you took it away from him—your arm retreating beneath the surface. The water now growing obscure as you plunge below, leaving a small splash and ripples in the spot you once occupied as you hide away and make short work of the sweets before peeping from beneath the surface and sliding Armin the empty bag, paddling back a reasonable distance from the dock.

He finally unfreezes and lets out the breath he’d been thoughtlessly holding. Settling himself near the edge of the pier, as usual, but today was different. Armin didn’t plan on reading today despite having brought a new book with him, instead, he wanted to try something new—something that ran through his head whenever he was in the comfort of his room. He knew you understood him whenever he talked, so maybe he could start by trying to talk with you. His backpack was set beside him, his legs crossed, and his hands resting on his thighs as he surveyed you, making sure you hadn’t been alarmed in any way before he spoke.

“Hi,” he started. His signature closed-mouth smile grew in size as he glanced at you before speaking, steadily and softly, “I know I typically read after you eat your snack,” he scans the small portion of your face that’s visible above the surface, ensuring you’re still calm before he continued. “But, I wanted to try and talk with you first—maybe, getting to know each other. Is that alright?” Cyan eyes amicably peered into yours as he awaited any form of a response. You stare at him for a moment, eyes blinking every so often while you contemplated. It felt like forever before you gave Armin a response—in the form of a slow yet brief nod—but he was willing to wait, even if the answer was no. 

He started with simple questions; yes or no questions. His voice always remained hushed in your presence as he queried you, checking if you were alright to make sure he never asked anything that made you upset. And soon, as you grew more comfortable around the blond—and he noticed—questions like, “do you eat the other fish in the lake” would reach your ears, which he surely got him a weird look from you as you shook your head. Despite the odd set of questions he’d ask you every so often, you basked in the moment; shoulders slumped as you relaxed and let the warm sun and cool breeze compliment your scaled skin. 

“When you’re here by yourself do you just…sleep?” Armin quizzes. Your head tilts for a brief moment before you shake your head, letting your hand raised above the surface, your index finger the only one upright as you signal him to “hold on” before plunging below the surface. He waits and waits…and waits, just as you told him to. His bottom lip found its place between his teeth as continued to wait, before he hears the teeny splashes you make as you resurface and wade his way, stopping a little far from the dock before gingerly tossing a coarse rock beside him, waiting for a response.

The damp rock finds its place in Armin’s palm as he examines it, brows creasing and eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher your message. Turning back to you, “do you… collect these when you’re alone?” He guessed and you nodded elatedly, your eyes crinkling slightly as you let a smile reside on your lips—masked under the water, but Armin was lucky enough to catch it and the sight alone made a toothy grin bloom on his face. 

Though it was never his intention to, he frightened you.

He’d never bared his teeth at you. So, instinctively, you scurried away to hide. Armin’s smile quickly dropped as he reached out, whisper-shouting: “Wait!” His breathing grew labored as he panicked. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” his words spilled out, and his hand resided back on his thigh. “I was going to hurt you a-and I never plan on hurting you.”

Your eyes stared up at him as he searched for you underneath the body of water. “I promise.” He concluded, hoping you’d come back. Slowly, you peep your head above the surface once more, gawking at him as his eyes found yours. “It’s alright, I promise I’m not going to hurt you.” He cooed and continued to keep eye contact with you, almost forgetting about the rock he had in his grasp until he caught you flitting between him and the rock. 

“Oh, here.” He murmurs, holding out his hand that held the stone. “I have to get going in a little bit and I don’t wanna keep this from you.” The soft blues of his eyes glowed as they reflected the lake and his golden strands swaying with the breeze that passed by. You shook your head, pointing at his hand before closing your hand into a fist and bringing it to your chest.

His outstretched arm slowly retracts. “Keep it?” Voice almost too quiet for you to hear—as if he’s bemused. You nod and let your eyes wrinkle as you flash him a closed-mouthed smile, the same one he gave you whenever he came by. “Thank you!” He snickers, standing to grab his things after he places the stone you’ve gifted him safely in his pocket. All you do in response is blink before submerging yourself in the water and swimming away, leaving him to himself as a soft smile graced his lips.

He opened the front door of his shared apartment, tacitly. Later sneaking to his room after making sure Eren wasn’t coming out of his room. Setting his bag on the floor beside his study desk before fishing out the rock you’d given him. It shimmered under the fan light, still damp with water. He smiles to himself, buoyant as he walks over to his nightstand and opens the drawer before gently resting the rock you gifted him inside of it.

[ohimsummer]

18+, minors dni please

content: roommate!jean x reader, ft. connie and eren, flirty y/n, suggestive

a/n:kinda self indulgent lol n this turned out way longer than i meant it to, anyway daydreaming about teasing jean sighhh

After answering their ad in search of a roommate, it only took you a week to move in with the three men. They were cordial enough, welcoming you into the spacious apartment with warm smiles and open arms. It was clear as day that Connie and Eren were enamored with you, but it was the third one, Jean, that caught your attention. To say he was handsome was an understatement. The man towered over your smaller figure and wore a charming grin, hair carelessly brushed back and hints of stubble adorning his face. The sight of him was tantalizing. 

It started with light touches on his arm and brushing by despite there being plenty of room for you to get past him. You could tell that your actions initially left him confused of your intentions and, to be honest, you were being timid in your pursuit of him. It wasn’t your aim to make him uncomfortable, and a few days into your teasing you almost trashed the idea entirely. The thought of apologizing to him flooded your mind that day, only to be interrupted by Eren’s call from the kitchen. You pass Jean in the hallway on the way there and you two make eye contact. A heat plays across your cheeks as you watch him look you up and down before his tongue darts across his lips. The interaction only lasts a few seconds at most, but the remembrance of it that night has the nastiest images plaguing your head as you imagine it’s Jean’s fingers instead of your own. 

As the weeks go by, you only get more and more bold in your teasing. Jean is more than interested in playing this little game of yours. Low whispers in your ear asking you the most menial things, fingers discreetly toying with strands of your hair while you watch Eren and Connie play video games, hands on your waist as he squeezes by you. He comes up behind you one day as you’re absentmindedly cutting fruit in the kitchen, one hand finding a place on your hips as the other reaches for a cabinet far out of your reach. The hardness of his cock presses firm against your ass, and you give your bottom a wiggle in response. A grunt slips from his mouth, a sound he tries to disguise as a frustrated groan because he ‘can’t get the thing he’s reaching for’. You know better; Jean’s the tallest one in the apartment, he can reach most things easy. You win the game that day, Jean fleeing back to his room to handle the aching problem in his pants. Connie raises his eyebrows at you as Jean shoves past him, but you merely give a shrug of your shoulders as you try and hide your grin. 

Things eventually reach a turning point on a day when you’re relentless in your teasing. Those light touches on Jean’s bicep have evolved into playing with his hair, tugging belt loops for his attention, even responding to him with innuendos that are, of course, innocent in nature, why wouldn’t they be? “I think you just have a dirty mind,” you toy with him and prance over to the fridge, bending over to fetch something from the bottom drawer. He glosses over your body as you ramble around, eyes eventually landing on your ass clad in the tiniest pink shorts he’s ever seen. The bottom of your ass is practically falling out of them. Jean’s cock strains against his sweatpants. He wanted to rip the fabric off and fuck that confidence right out of you, but not if Eren and Connie would be right down the hallway. And you knew it. You were using their presence as protection to be absolutely insufferable.

It was later on in the day that you came to regret your actions. Being a weekday, it means Connie and Eren are due for shifts at work. It’s just your luck that Jean wouldn’t have to work that day. Connie heads off first, leaving you with a wink and a joke as he shuts the door. You turn to glance at your bedroom door only to realize Jean is blocking the entrance to the hallway, large form leaning against the doorframe and arms crossed over his chest as he stares you down. You’re done for. 

Eren bids you both farewell and, for the first time since you’ve moved in, you try to ignore Jean. It’s no use. The minute Eren shuts the door, a hand slides under your chin, and Jean forces you to look up at him. He leans down until his lips graze your own. His scent is intoxicating and has you weak in the knees.

“Let’s go.”. he mumbles against your lips. There are nervous thoughts in the back of your head that worry what he might do to you, but you’re too excited to care. You leap up from the couch and rush to throw your arms around him, engulfing him in a kiss as he places hands underneath your thighs to lift you up. It’s moments before you two make it to his room and he presses you into the mattress, hard-on grinding against your core. Jean hooks his fingers into the waistband of your velvet shorts and tugs them off, kisses and bitemarks littering all over your neck. "Let's see if you can live up to all the fucking teasing, huh, babe?”

part 2 :)

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

Warning: nsfw, fondling, semi public, fingering, college AU, cum eating

Pairings: Eren x fem!reader

It's Friday night, the typical movie night for you and your roommates. Tonight's movie was picked by Eren, one of the new up and coming horror flicks. You weren't really a fan but didn't exactly hate the pick either. Better then one of those cheesy romcoms Armin picked last time.

The time came around where you all met up in the living room to watch. Pjs and snacks specifically required. So you put on your comfy shorts and a tank, heading down the stairs. Everyone else was already there, snacks sitting neatly on the table. You took the only available seat, right next to Eren. He looks you up and down, giving you a small smile.

"Dressin' up for me, huh y/n?" He chuckled, tossing a blanket over the both of you. You blushed, sinking deep into the blanket. Because honestly he was right, you did dress a little more...appealing. See, you two have been flirting, skirting around eachother for the past week. And you were honestly getting tired of waiting for him to make a move of some sort. Didn't matter how or in what way, but you wanted something. Something more, so this was the only way you could think of. So you scooted closer, hand resting on his thigh as the movie started.

Within five minutes of the movie you felt a hand on your thigh now. Rubbing gently, then using his nails to scratch. You shivered, doing your best to keep your breathing under control as you felt his hand creep higher. Knowing exactly where this going, where you wanted this to go. So when you felt his hand slip underneath the waistband of your bottoms.

You sucked in a breath as you felt his fingers start to slide between your folds. His middle finger sliding into your hole, his thumb caressing your clit. Your hips shifted but he rested his other hand on your thigh. Keeping you still as he fingered your hole. Only looking over every so often to see your reaction. Otherwise he'd be staring at the screen, unbothered by the small pants coming from you. And at this moment, you were thanking whoever was out there that they gave you the seat right next to him. Especially when his pace sped up and you could feel the band of pleasure start to snap as you came all over his hand. He rubbed at your clit a little longer to help you through your orgasm. Eren took his hand out, sticking his fingers in his mouth to lick off your cum. And then he leaned over, whispered softly in your ear.

"Next movie night, it's my turn."