Eren Yeager X Reader - Blog Posts

•No se encuentra en su mejor momento, ha hecho cosas de las que se arrepiente.

•Pero él nunca soportaría el peso de perderte.

•Tal vez no tenga la mejor reputación, pero con la manera en que te trata es suficiente para seguir con él.

•Intenta cambiar y remendar sus errores del pasado.

•Aunque las personas no entiendan sus acciones sabe que mientras reciba tu apoyo podrá seguir adelante.

•Todo por ti.

•Incluso si no lo demuestra con palabras, sus acciones demuestran la gratitud que te tiene.

•Ni pensemos en el tipo de persona que sería si él no te hubiera conocido.

•Está cansado, dale un poco de consuelo.

•Reiner Braun, Eren Yeager, Miguel O'Hara, Miles Quaritch, Sasuke Uchiha, Capitán Garfio...

I love this \(^ヮ^)/\(^ヮ^)/( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Boy next door!Eren

Part 3 (Part 1 | Part 2)

warnings: 18+, NSFW⚠️ , perv!Eren, some exhibitionism at the end hehe

note: *inserts “omg! it’s happening!” gif from The Office lol*

Boy next door!Eren who you know is probably watching you right now as you were leaned against your kitchen counter, wearing the pretty pink lingerie he got you earlier this week.

You were drinking your morning coffee and reading your book, which he looked into btw and learned that it’s actually a smutty book. He lets out a guttural whine at the fact that you were doing all these things in the early hours of the morning.

Naughty girl!Y/n 🙈

Boy next door!Eren who knows he shouldn’t be doing this. His roommates could walk into the kitchen any moment!

Yet, he continues to stroke himself to you. His pretty neighbor wearing the lingerie that he anonymously got for you. He wonders if you knew it was from him. You didn’t say anything about it, but you obviously knew because why else would you be torturing him right now? His pretty neighbor that he’s been dying to sink his teeth into for months. His pretty neighbor that he knows for a fact has the softest skin. His pretty neighbor that always smells so fucking good. Fuck, your sweet scent is practically imbedded in his nostrils by now. His pretty neighbor that he jerks himself off to, practically every other night using your instagram photos. They’re just normal photos of you, but that’s more than enough for him.

Boy next door!Eren who grips the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white as he pumps himself faster with his other hand, wanting to let it all out before his roommates wake up or before you decide to torture him more by stepping out of view.

Fuck, you’re so beautiful.

Boy next door!Eren who lets out quiet grunts, and moans your name in a whisper.

“Sh-shiiitttt… Y/n… p-please… look at me baby…” As if you heard him or somehow read his mind, you finally glanced over at him through the window. You expected to see him staring, sure, but you didn’t expect to see desperate!Eren’s orgasm face.

Again, you got more than you bargained for. 🤭

Boy next door!Eren who came in his pajama pants when you finally locked eyes with him. His eyebrows furrowed together, eyelids low, mouth agape, and his bare chest quickly rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

Boy next door!Eren who, once he comes to, suddenly feels embarrassed and quickly leaves the kitchen to clean himself up. He takes a burning hot shower, cringing at himself for being such a goddamn pervert. First he bought you lingerie, and now he jerks off to you… in front of you.

You couldn’t help but feel so flattered… so… satisfied. It makes you want to kick your feet and twirl your hair.

…Dare are we say, sadist!Y/n? 👀

Boy next door!Eren who has flowers sent to you later that day as an apology. He doesn’t know why it’s suddenly eating him up inside when you’ve clearly been okay with it this whole time. I mean, you literally put yourself on display for him this morning…

Sigh, he’s so cute.

Boy next door!Eren who suddenly becomes the shy one, come monday morning.

“Erennnnn~” You whine. “Y-Yeah?” He looks at you for a second, but then quickly looks back at his textbook. Oh how the tables have turned. “Why aren’t you talking to me?” You pout, as if nothing happened. “Huh? Oh, sorry gorgeous… I was… reading something…” Liar. “Look at me.” He does so, hesitantly. You leaned in close and whispered, “Thank you for the set. It fit perfectly, don’t you think? Was it how you envisioned it?” He swallowed hard as your breath fanned against his ear, “…Mhm…” You smiled mischievously, “Maybe you should come over sometime, y’know, so you don’t have to peek through the window anymore. Would you like that?” He fights the urge to shove his tongue down your throat right now, remembering you guys were still in class. He clears his throat, “I-I’d love that…”

Yeah, you knew he would.

Boy next door!Eren who’s writhing, sitting on the corner of your bed, when you stepped out of your closet wearing a dark green lingerie set.

“Ohhh fuuck me…” He says under his breath. “You like? I figured I should get something to match your eyes.” You did a little twirl. You’re trying to kill him, is that it? It’s taking everything in him to hold back from just grabbing you, and taking you right then and there.

But you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? 🙂‍↕️

Boy next door!Eren who says fuck it and grabs you by the hips, pulling you to him. You straddled his lap, hands going straight into his hair, and captured his lips in an overdue kiss.

His hands roamed over your body, gripping and squeezing everything. You tried to pull away for breath, but he wouldn’t let you. He quickly latches onto your lips again, finally getting to shove his tongue down your throat.

He’s not wasting anymore time.

“E-Eren… air…” You whimpered, breathless. He moves his lips to your jaw, “Sorry baby.” He leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping your sensitive skin here and there. You tug on his hair when he sucks a bit roughly. That’s gonna leave a mark for sure. He looks up at you with a lazy, blissed out, smile on his face. He’s so gone.

Desperate!Eren can’t get enough of you.

Boy next door!Eren whose dick is so hard for you, it hurts. His pretty pink tip is leaking so much pre, it’s starting to seep through his jeans. Good thing he just installed your new washer and dryer not too long ago.

“You’re such a perv, Eren.” You hissed, almost sounding angry if it weren’t for the hint of sultriness in your tone. You grind your hips against his, moaning at the feeling of his erection poking at your heat. “You like it, though. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here right now.” He leaves a few love bites on your cleavage. “I love it.” You threw your head back as he kneaded your ass cheeks, letting out a yelp when he gave ‘em a nice smack.

Boy next door!Eren who finally fucks the shit out of you. He flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips up to meet his; continuing his relentless pace. Your room was filled with moans and groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. He leans forward to talk pure filth into your ear, pressing his chest against your back.

He licks the shell of your ear, making you clench around him. “Nnngh, don’t do that baby.” He groans. “You’ll make me bust fast, and I wanna make this last.” He thrusts harder, splitting you open with his dick. “Been dreaming about this pussy since I first saw you around campus.” He what? His arm snakes around to your front, a veiny hand coming up to wrap around your throat, “Ohh f-fuck… it was worth the wait.” Your head was spinning. “Eren!” You choked out through broken moans; gripping the sheets, your pillows, whatever you could get your hands on. “You know how.. sh-shiiitt.. how h-happy I was when I found out we had.. m-mutual friends?” His deep chuckle vibrates through your back. “And then the h-house next door to you w-went on the market, hah! I couldn’t help but th-think this was fate!” He sounds delirious. “E-Eren… I-I’m gonna cum!” His hold around your neck tightens slightly, “Yeah?” He picks up his pace, “Cum for me baby.” And you do. Your eyes rolled back as your pussy pulsated around him. Thighs trembling as he doesn’t relent, nails digging into the mattress. “You’re so good for me… my pretty girl.” His thrusts start to get a little sloppy. “I’m gonna fill you up every fucking day.” His hand that was around your neck moves higher, sticking two fingers down your throat. The sound of your gag was the last straw, before he’s shooting ropes after ropes of his seed in you. “Fuckfuckfuck, take it all.”

Boy next door!Eren who’s now boyfriend!Eren, gets to have his way with you whenever and wherever. You ride him on his bike, he fucks you against the lockers in the men’s locker room on campus, you give him head in your car and at the movie theater, he feels you up at restaurants…

You name it.

“Eren…” You quietly scolded him. “What?” He looks around the classroom, “No one is even paying attention. Half of them are either too busy taking notes, or falling asleep. C’mon, just a little swipe up your slit.” He whispers. His hand gently squeezed the inside of your thigh, before inching up under your dress. “I just want a little taste…” “Eren, we literally had sex right before we left for class.” “And? That was over an hour ago.” “I can still feel some of your cum seeping out of me.” You roll your eyes. “Mmph, love when you talk like that baby.” “You’re so ann-“ You bit your bottom lip to conceal your gasp when his fingers slip inside your panties. “Hm? What was that?” He uses two fingers to spread your folds, and then swipes his finger up from your entrance to your clit, rubbing in slow small circles. “Hnngh… b-babe…you said j-just a swipe…” Your nails carved into your textbook. “Shh,” he brings his fingers to his mouth and gives them a quick lick, his eyes rolling back as he tastes you. “Be a good girl and keep it down, alright?” He brings his fingers back to your pussy, “Wouldn’t want to interrupt Professor Ackerman’s lecture…”

Boyfriend!Eren who still likes to go back to your roots once in a while. He’ll buy you new lingerie, and even though he can just come over freely now… he still likes to watch you from next door, as you parade around in your kitchen wearing nothing but the newest set he got for you.

…Fuckin perverts.

COMPETITION

Description: You are a fellow member of The Survey Corps. A member that everyone wants to be with.

Content: Slight NSFW mentions, swearing. Eren is still an ordinary scout.

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

Eren’s unfortunately familiar voice blasted through the mess hall. It was one of those days, apparently, one of those days in which commanders, captains, and soldiers alike would roll their eyes at the never-ending bickering between Yeager and Kirstein. They would munch on their servings of bread, chewing into the stale grain with every bit of annoyance they commonly felt when Jean and Eren would ruin meal time with their conflicts. A little rookie, a sweet girl with hair as red as fire, was even familiar with the tired routine. She hadn’t even been on her first scouting mission yet.

Like some sort of ritual, inevitable clockwork, Mikasa and Armin would rise in between the two boys, who glared holes in one another as they clenched their fists at their side.

“Guys, please, not tonight,” Armin would plead, plastering on a nervous grin.

“Eren,” Mikasa started, grabbing the brown-haired guy’s wrist in an attempt to de-escalate the situation, “don’t.”

Sometimes, they would listen. Sometimes, they would sit back down without a fuss, spending the rest of their meal time muttering to their friends about each other. And, other times, it would take Captain Levi giving them a quick and terrifying kick to the stomach to sort them out.

It was the same routine for years and years, starting long ago, when they were only trainees at the age of twelve, to now, when they stood as skilled soldiers at the age of nineteen.

But today, Eren ignored them.

So did Jean.

Neither one of the boys would back down without a fight, even if their faces, red with anger, ended up meeting Captain Levi’s boot.

No.

They would fight long and hard if necessary.

Neither one of them planned to give up fighting for something–or, someone–they both wanted.

You.

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Eren’s bright eyes flickered away from Jean’s intense glare for only a moment. He saw you, quite a short distance away, sitting with your friends. You froze. Your beautiful eyes that he loved so damn much watched the scene taking place between the soldiers, widened with curiosity over what could possibly be going on. The warm potato soup you scooped up with your spoon was starting to spill back over into your bowl from your lack of movement. You were friends with both Jean and Eren. Close friends. Known each other for years. Cadets of the 104th. Because of that, seeing them fight was as common and expected as watching the sun rise and set each and every single day. However, when Eren’s eyes locked with yours for only a brief second, you knew something was different. You watched them carefully, but without the slight clue that they were fighting over you.

Armin glanced over at you as well, but you didn’t notice his big blue eyes staring. The poor boy’s throat dried to a crisp. A small bead of sweat fell from his moist forehead, and he swallowed nervously.

He raised his hands defensively between Jean and Eren. Everyone would assume that Arlert was simply nervous over the thought of them getting into a fist fight during dinner time, but no.

Deep within himself, his own rotten secret was twisting up inside of his gut, making him feel sick. His eyes danced between Eren, Jean, Mikasa, and you.

After all, if anyone knew what he wouldn’t dare utter with his own tongue, he would have been right in the middle of Eren and Jean’s rage.

Armin wanted you too.

The blonde soldier was known for his brilliance, and being as smart as he was, he knew exactly why Eren and Jean wanted to smash each other’s faces in. Of course, neither one of them happened to be the best at keeping their crushes a secret, but you still did not manage to catch on. Armin, to his own shock, was quite good at hiding his crush, at least, in his own eyes. Truth be told, Armin tended to get shy and blushy around everyone. Therefore, he acted the same way around you that he apologetically acted around others.

He glanced around the mess hall. He wondered how many others had a crush on you as well. He could imagine that most people did. In the world they were regrettably forced to live in, with the enemies they were bred to endure, love was the only thing anyone had left to fight for. Love was the driving force that sent soldiers to their deaths on horseback. Love was the reason why friends and family lived and died for each other. Why Eren pulled Armin out of the jaws of a titan. Why Mikasa saved Eren over and over again. Why Jean’s mom wrote him letters and made him food. Why anyone bothered to get out of bed and live another day in a world that couldn’t have been any different from Hell.

And you?

With those beautiful eyes that everyone got lost in. That body that everyone wanted to hold, touch, and see. That laugh that made everyone wonder if that’s what the entrance to Heaven sounded like. The bravery that saved lives during missions. The kindness that made everyone want to keep fighting for humanity.

You.

Damn you.

Damn you for making anyone and everyone feel this way.

Jean wiped the away the moisture from his drink trickling across his upper lip, his eyes never daring to sneak away from Eren’s, even when Yeager snuck a quick peek at you from where you sat, still and cautious, frozen with a spoon full of soup as you watched them with wide, curious eyes. Everyone watched them. Silently.

“What’s going on this time?” Sasha mumbled, her dumbfounded expression over the current escalating fight brewing in the middle of dinner time not quite contrasting against her common behavior, as she reached for another piece of bread, nevertheless.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled back to her, your best friend.

Captain Levi sipped on his tea, his poker face not vanishing for a moment as he watched Jean and Eren.

“Do you think we should intervene? This could get kinda ugly!” Hange scream-whispered, the commander’s visible eye widening as they looked at Levi with great worry.

Levi said nothing.

He knew what this was all about.

He was either extremely observant, or all of his fellow soldiers and comrades were plain stupid. It was obvious to anyone who wasn’t underneath your spell what the fight was about. However, little did poor Eren and a clueless Jean know that they weren’t the only ones who wanted you.

Armin, the very person trying to break up the fight, wanted you just as badly.

And so did Connie.

And Sasha.

And Reiner, and Bertholdt, before they left.

The new, nice guy with the weird haircut.

The girl with the long hair.

Levi could bet that others did as well. With that bittersweet knowledge, he took another sip of his tea.

“E-Eren, Jean, listen,” Armin swallowed thickly. “Don’t fight. You’ll get in trouble, and…” he leaned in, dropping his shaky voice just a beat below a whisper, “she won’t like it.”

His words seemed to snap some sense into Eren and Jean. The trance of glaring hatred that they were trapped in broke instantly. They fidgeted, their eyes darting everywhere, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

Armin caught a glimpse of Mikasa’s confused face. She heard what Armin said, and truth be told, it saddened her. She knew exactly who her friend spoke of, and she despised the thought of Eren liking someone. Someone that wasn’t her. Armin gave her an encouraging nod, and Mikasa touched the red scarf wrapped around her neck.

The smaller guy wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t let Jean and Eren make a fool of themselves. It would have started to thin out the competition for your heart, putting him in the lead above the two, assuming there was some sort of ranking, and that he was lacking.

“Whatever,” Eren uttered, glaring down at his bowl of food as he sat beside Mikasa once more. “Let’s just eat.”

Jean retreated back to his own seat. He felt a bit embarrassed, as the entire situation kicked off simply from overhearing Eren talk about how he was able to train with you all day. Eren spoke innocently, mentioning your name casually as one would do a friend, but Jean knew better. He knew that Eren was bragging. Purposely bragging loud enough for Jean to hear, wanting to plant the ugly seed of jealousy within horseface.

“Nice that you were able to train with Y/N and all, but all that fighting wont change the fact that you’re a little runt!”

“What’d you just call me, horseface?!”

“I called you a little runt!”

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

And, now, dinner continued in silence. A small buzz of conversation persisted passively between each group of comrades, but Eren and Jean stayed quiet. So did Armin. And everyone else who had a crush on you. They each looked around at every face at every table, wondering who all held the same feelings for you.

Mentally, each one of them made it a competition between themselves and their unknown competitors.

A competition for your heart.

“Jean, that idiot, he better back off if he knows what’s good for him! Y/N’s as good as mine!” Eren thought, frowning angrily at his bowl of cold soup.

“Watch your back, Yeager. You might have all the cool powers or whatever, but I don’t mess around either, especially when it comes to her,” Jean thought, his chin resting in his palm, his light brown eyes glancing over at you.

“Maybe…maybe asking Y/N to train with me would be a good way to spend more time with her without upsetting anyone,” Armin thought, ripping tiny pieces of his bread off mindlessly as he plotted.

“I know what I’ll do! I’ll make her my favorite meal! I know I’d fall in love with someone if they made me my favorite meal, it has to work!” Sasha thought, smiling sweetly at you.

"I've gotten a lot stronger lately, and more good looking if you ask me. Maybe I should go ahead and ask Y/N out or something...right?" Connie thought, chugging down his soup.

Captain Levi smirked. It was a small, gentle movement of the face, one that hardly existed at all. As he finished up his cup of tea, he glanced over at you.

You smiled at your captain shyly.

“Fools,” he thought. “Don’t they know that this isn’t even a competition? After all, I’m the only one who gets to hold her. Kiss her. Take off all her clothes. They’re fighting for something I’ve already won.”

Levi nodded in your direction. You knew exactly what that meant. You hopped up excitedly, mumbling an excuse to your friends as to why you needed to leave dinner early.

As you made your way to where Levi would be fucking your brains out tonight, he waited a few moments before following you out of the mess hall.

It was just as he thought.

Levi had already won the competition.

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Hello! first, I apologize if there is something that is not understood 😔English is not my first language uwu Second, I love your blog and your writing 💞💞, I don't know if you are recibing ideas, but it would be nice to see an tattoo artist!eren 🤤🥵🥵 that shows you the most delicate and sensitive parts of the body where you can get a tattoo 😳😳😳

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A/N: This was just a dumb and cute drabble I wrote up ok have fun lol

Length: 3.3k

CW: Eren thinks reader is fucking adorable ok love that for him, mention of needles (cause tattoo), oral (f receiving)

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You’re staring at the ceiling, anxiously fidgeting your fingers at your sides and swinging your feet as you lay back against the plush leather chair. You’re alone in one of the rooms at the local tattoo shop, waiting for the tattoo artist to begin working on you. It’s the first time you’re getting a tattoo, a small one to match your best friend’s tattoo, placed on the right side of your ribcage.

The tattoo artist, whom you were told by the blonde receptionist is named Eren, hasn’t shown yet and with each passing second your anxiety only gets worse.

Then soon enough he does show, and it only makes you more nervous.

After he comes inside the room, he stands by your chair, tall and muscular with long brown hair and the prettiest green eyes you’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with the tattoo shop’s logo paired with black jeans, and his arms are covered in various tattoos – there doesn’t seem to be any kind of theme, a mixture of symbols, animals, skulls, even some cartoon characters and superheroes. He’s had a lot of work done on him and it shows. It makes you feel just a bit lame, to be so nervous over one silly tattoo.

“Hey, my name’s Eren,” he starts, looking you down from head to toe. He thinks you’re cute, pretty even. Your anxiety over the incoming tattoo is even more adorable, he thinks with a grin.

He sticks out his hand above your chest as a greeting and you place your palm in his, giving it a weak shake as you tell him your name. It makes him laugh, a deep chuckle as he lets go of your hand.

“You’re shaking,” he comments, “Relax, it won’t be so bad.”

He washes his hands in the sink in the corner of the room thoroughly with warm water and soap. After drying them, he turns around to begin gathering his tools and inks. He has a tray on wheels that he places next to your chair where he places down the inks, ink cups, and needles. You can also see that he places a razor and a damp cloth off to the side. The whole set up almost reminds you of a dentist’s office, only the color palette is dark and grungy, and you’ll be feeling a lot more pain than a simple cleaning.

“It’s my first tattoo,” you tell him sheepishly between the clattering of his supplies.

He turns around and quirks an eyebrow, “First tattoo and you pick right above your ribs? That’s brave.”

He snaps on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, and reaches for the razor.

“Is the ribs a bad place to tattoo?” You asked curiously.

“Well… it hurts, not gonna lie to you,” he says, and he lifts his t-shirt to show you his own tattoo on his ribs. It’s very beautiful, an intricate design of colors surrounding a bird, but you only glance at it for a moment, distracted by this man’s chiseled chest and washboard abs. You turn away, heat rising to your cheeks. He takes note of your bashfulness but continues with, “This one hurt like a bitch, to be honest.”

“That’s not doing much to help me feel better,” you mutter as Eren takes a seat on a rolling stool beside you.

He chuckles, “Sorry. Jus’ being honest.”

You turn to him and the both of you are just staring at each other for a while, until Eren laughs again.

“Your top.”

You snap out of your staring contest with those pretty emeralds of his to realize he’s telling you to take your shirt off.

“Right. Sorry.”

You lift your back up off the leather chair, just enough to peel off your shirt from your torso. You bring it over your head and Eren’s treated to the lovely sight of your clothed breasts. It’s not the first time he’s tattooed a woman’s chest, maybe not even the hundredth, but you’re really attractive and he’s a man, what can he do but stare?

You feel your skin growing warm under his gaze, and you realize as he continues to stare with that shit-eating grin that he meant your bra too. You reach behind your back but at the chair’s angle it's hard to take it off.

“Need help?”

“Yeah, okay.”

He leans over you, a gloved hand pressing to your back to find the clip of your bra. It’s cool to the touch and your body gets startled at the contact. Plus, his face is really close and he smells really good.

“Cold?” he asks as he pinches the clasp open. Your bra sags over your shoulders.

“Yeah, just a little,” you reply, a bit of a nervous titter to your voice. You slip your arms out of the bra and now your chest is completely exposed. You lie back and stare at the ceiling, unable to meet his gaze.

“I’m gonna shave the spot where the tattoo goes,” he tells you as he brings the razor close to your chest, “Needa do it so the hair doesn’t get in the way.”

You nod and affirm his actions with a low hum. His left hand comes up to the underside of your breast, and he holds it away as his other hand begins to shave your skin below it. It’s cold and it’s prickly, and you wince with each swipe of the razor against your skin. Eren’s brows are furrowed in concentration and he looks quite endearing with his tongue poking out between his teeth. You want to laugh but don’t, for fear that your chest shaking with laughter would interrupt his work.

He catches you grinning though, eyes turning up to you as he asks, “Got a joke you wanna share with the class, doll?” His voice is full of mirth, only because he finds you really cute.

“It’s nothing…just thinking of something a friend told me,” you lie, and hope it sounds convincing.

It doesn’t, but Eren lets it slide.

He wipes away at your skin with a damp cloth after setting down the razor. Then, he picks up the sheet with the stencil and holds it in front of the location for your tattoo.

His eyes quickly flicker towards your face, as you eagerly await for him to continue. Nervousness has molded into a mixture of fear and anticipation, your nerves still on edge but set to a low frequency thanks to Eren’s calm and honest nature.

He wipes at your skin with the damp cloth once more before setting down the stencil against your skin. He peels away the background paper, leaving a purple etching of what’s to become your tattoo. He allows you a moment to stand up and look in the mirror, to see for the last time how your virgin canvas will look once it’s painted. And he smiles, as he always does whenever a customer approves, as your nervous expression becomes one of excitement.

“It looks great,” you say to his reflection.

“Let’s get started then, yeah?” He says, and you’re back into the black dentist-style chair in the room. Soon the small room is filled with the noise of the tattoo machine and the sounds of Eren’s preparations. In front of you he begins to open the sterile packages for the materials. He sets aside a cup of clean water and some ointment. When everything for the tattoo is ready, he sits back down on the stool and checks with you one final time.

“It’s a small tattoo, won’t take long. It’ll be over before you know it,” he says reassuringly, jade eyes surprisingly calm and gentle. He doesn’t want to worry you, though he knows it will be painful.

You nod silently as he rubs some ointment on your skin. You feel like you’re at the top of the first drop on a rollercoaster, a mixture of fear and excitement buzzing throughout your body.

He grips the tattoo gun in his hand and dips into the black ink, before his other hand comes to your breast once more to hold it away. One last look at you, a silent ‘Ready?’ spoken from his gaze, is quelled by your smile and a single nod from your head.

He begins the tattoo and he wasn’t kidding when he said that shit hurt.

“Deep breaths,” he tells you as he traces the lines of your tattoo. “You’ll get used to it, just relax.”

You do as he says, taking a deep breath and steeling your nerves, your body’s reaction to the pain in the form of your clenched fists at your sides. The tattoo is rather small and simple, and the tracework doesn’t take very long. You ask questions here and there about Eren’s experience tattooing, and about the process and some of the more intricate work he’s done, and he answers all your questions eagerly and honestly. Having conversation with him is quite nice, you find it, though sometimes it’s hard to meet his gaze because he’s just so damn good-looking. But thanks to his distracting conversation and his alluring smiles, by the end of it you’re becoming dull to the painful pinching and stabbing of the needle, and the only thing that hurts is your chest from your heart beating so quickly within it.

When he wipes away at the lines, he smiles up at your weary face, “You did great, champ. Just gotta do the shading. Take a break for a minute while I switch needles.”

He taps your bare thigh with his palm before he stands to switch out the supplies. You relax into the chair, your skin stinging with the pain but otherwise you feel okay. From what you’ve heard, the shading tends to be quite painful too, so you don’t feel like you’re quite out of the woods yet.

The tattoo is a simple black and white, so he doesn’t need to worry about changing and blending several colors, which makes it an easier experience for you. All he does is switch the needle to a mag needle and dips it in the black once more.

“This part will hurt but it’s quick, promise,” he says, watching as your body tenses up again against the chair. You nod and he begins the quick shading work, and holy fuck does shading over your ribs hurt. You’re wincing in pain but otherwise you sit through it, this time in silence as Eren concentrates on the shading.

It’s over quickly, as he promised. “Not so bad was it?” He asks. But the frown on your face proves otherwise.

“That hurt so bad,” you whined comically and he laughed.

“Sorry, angel. Pick an easier spot next time,” he says as he applies the dressings to your tattoo. When it's wrapped up, you look up at him directly. He’s removing his gloves and pushing away the tray with the supplies. When he turns around, his gaze is unreadable. Not that you can get a glimpse into his head, but he's having thoughts and those thoughts concern you.

“So… for next time… which spots do you recommend?” You ask him.

He takes a seat back down on the stool next to you. His eyes dance between your bare chest, your plump wet lips, and your cute innocent-looking doe eyes peering back at him. He’s giving you a look that’s turning more heated with every second. Eren’s whole being seems to perk up at the words ‘next time’.

“You should get a tattoo wherever you want to, but in terms of the pain…” he reaches out a hand to rub down your arms, “Your arms are the easiest – they’re the least sensitive,” then he brushes over your thighs. His palms are warm, his touch is slow and purposeful, “Your thighs too, that's a place that doesn’t hurt much.”

You swallow harshly. “So…So where are the most sensitive parts? What should I avoid?”

His hand is still on your thigh, and he feels you squirming as your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip before tugging it into your teeth. You couldn’t be more obvious about it, but he doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s all the more endearing that you’re being so obvious with your attraction to him.

“Well,” he scoots over towards your feet. You’re wearing flip flops because it’s a hot summer day, and his hands graze over your bare skin, “The feet are the worst. It hurts and it fades, definitely don't do those.”

You nod as he comes back closer to your chest, “Where else?”. You sit up in the chair, and swing your legs to the side so you’re facing him. He scoots closer, spreading his legs so yours are in between his.

“Well the tattoo you just did is one of the worst,” he says, and his hand skips over your raw tattoo, starting at the sternum between your breasts, before slowly tracing up to your throat. He’s deliberately dragging two fingers up against your skin, and relishes in the way you shiver in response. “This whole area’s terrible too. Right above all those bones. Hurts like hell.”

“I’ll remember not to tattoo there,” you reply, and you want to smile, but the way he’s staring at you is so intense your eyes drag down to his lips.

“There’s a couple more spots I can show you,” he says, and it sounds like an invitation.

“Where else, Eren?”

He cups a palm around the back of your neck and brings you closer. “Neck’s pretty painful, though it’s not the worst.” He continues to pull you closer, until you can feel his breath above your lips, “Here’s pretty bad though,” he whispers, capturing your lips for a kiss. He’s not surprised at all when you kiss him back. He pulls away with a smirk, “Lips are really bad.”

“Are they?” You ask, voice going soft as you recover from the daze he’s left you in.

“Yeah,” he leans in again, and tugs your bottom lip between his teeth, before dousing the flame across its surface with his tongue. “Really painful.”

“I’ll–ah–I’ll remember that,” you stutter, because Eren’s lips trace down the path from your lips to your sternum, all patches of skin that would hurt like a bitch to tattoo. His breath is so warm against your skin, which was cool because of the rather chilly room you were in. He left goosebumps behind on each patch of skin his lips touched.

“Here too,” he murmurs as his lips traverse the skin leading to your navel, “Tattoos here are awful.”

His hands rest on your knees, while yours card through his hair. There’s definitely a few more places he hasn’t shown you, but the most important one is the one he wishes to show you now.

“There’s one more, baby,” he says, his face right above your stomach, looking up at you with those fiery green eyes behind the lengths of his brown lashes. “One more place you definitely shouldn’t get tattooed. If you’ll let me show you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers hook on either side of your shorts.

“Show me.”

Your body briefly lifts up from the leather chair as he pulls down your shorts, down over your knees and right off once they are past your ankles. He grins devilishly when he spots your panties, darkened with your wetness.

“Someone’s an eager student, hm?” He teases, and by instinct you move to close your legs. But he pushes them apart, resting the back of your knees in the crevice of his elbows, leaning down to place kisses along your inner thighs. “Definitely don’t get one here,” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, whimpers leaving your throat as he gets closer and closer to your center. When he reaches the skin where your pussy meets your thighs, he licks a stripe up the surface. He pushes you slightly back gently, your thighs now being lifted by his strong arms, and your palms behind your back on the chair to support you. You lean back, your fresh tattoo still stinging a bit, but otherwise you're completely enraptured in this moment with Eren.

Eren hooks a finger under your panties, pushing the fabric aside and tucking it right where he had licked you. Your cunt glistens under the parlor’s lights, slick dripping down your heat, and Eren licks his lips in anticipation.

“You’re so wet, doll…want me to touch you?” he asks, and you nod at his inquiry of consent.

“Yes, please,” you reply, and he can see you’re clenching around nothing. He gives you the touch you so crave by pressing his tongue against your clit, a groan escaping his throat at the taste. He flicks his tongue over your bud several times, and it is then that you note he has a tongue piercing. The cool titanium adds pressure and cools your heat, a sensation you’ve never felt before.

“Eren–that’s–”

“Hm?” he hums against your cunt, sending vibrations through your skin. He realizes, when he presses his tongue against you again, that you’re reeling in reaction to his piercing on your skin. He only smirks, pressing it further between your lips and onto your clit. You’re trying your best to keep quiet (there are others just outside the room, afterall), but your voice is ever so gradually picking up with each time that you moan out Eren’s name.

He slips a finger inside of you as his tongue clamps down on your clit. One of your hands that was behind you on the chair comes up to his hair, and you grab some of his brown locks, pushing him further into you. He doesn’t mind, only picks up the pace of his sucking and licking, sounds becoming more loud and lewd with each passing second.

After the addition of a second finger, the pumping turning into squelching sounds, you feel your orgasm starting to take form in your core.

“Eren, I’m gonna–”

He curls his fingers inside you, brushing that lovely spongy spot inside that has you clenching tight around his digits. He doesn’t let up with his tongue either, and quickly you’re cumming on his fingers, with a loud sob that you hope and pray no one else in the shop heard.

“Good girl,” he says, suckling on his fingers as your chest heaves from your panting. “You taste so sweet,” he says, his voice low as he groans in satisfaction. He leans down and laps up whatever release has dripped down your skin, overstimulation threatening to hit your nerves, but he stops before you could even begin to wince.

You take a deep breath of air, “That was…”

“Good?” He asks with a grin, teetering somewhere between boyish and mischievous. He sets your legs back onto the chair and holds up your shorts for you along with your shirt and bra.

“Yeah… it was good,” you manage to say, embarrassment causing heat to rise to your face and steam to pour out your ears. Eren catches himself laughing again at you, because even after that you are being so damn cute.

You step into your shorts. As you put your top back on, you give Eren a questioning look. Turns out he’d said that last part out loud.

“You think I’m cute?” You ask.

He rises out of the stool to stand before you, and he shoots you a grin. “Yeah…not just think, I know so.”

Eren tacks on an invitation to that statement, asking you out on a date. After you accept, and after he tells you some final instructions for tattoo care and bids you on your way, he walks with you to the exit of the private room. Just before you go, with your hand on the doorknob, he says lowly, just for you to hear:

“Maybe next time I can teach you a little something about piercings.”

“Piercings? Not just the one on your tongue?”

With a wink he says, “I have quite a few more… in places that aren’t so visible.”

And your reaction to that? That was definitely the cutest thing Eren’s ever seen.

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backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.

your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.

“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”

“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”

he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.

“s-so good…’s too much.”

and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.

“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”

no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.

“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”

and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.

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Let me have you

pairings : Eren x reader

Raiting: explicit

Modern AU, roommates AU, aged-up characters, fluff and smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, morning after, getting together

Summary:  After sharing a crazy night with your roommate, comes the awkwardness of the morning after.

Word count: 1,2 k

A/N: here comes the sequal to let me help you !! you can also read it on AO3.

thank you so much for reading my work and for your support lovely people. I hope you like this one just as much.

Reblogs and reaction are more than welcomed. stay safe :*

The sounds of your squelching cunt filled the room as it sucked Eren’s hard cock in. you lost count of how many times you cum after he joined you.

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Let me help you

Pairings : Eren Jäger x reader

Tags : +18 only, Roommates AU, aged-up characters, voyeurism, sex toys, masturbation, dirty dancing, dirty talking, shamless smut where Eren makes reader sit on his dick.

Summary:  Coming into your room, Eren wasn’t expecting to be greeted with such a scene. You were standing in front of your mirror dressed in nothing but a pair of lacy dark red underwear that left little to the imagination, languorously swaying and feeling yourself up.

A/N: I’m still not comfortable in writing full length smuts, this is a first attempt.

Please let me know if you liked it, I kind of have mixed feelings about it.

Part two

Tell me I’m not the only one who wants to have him like this, EVERY DAY.

Coming into your room, Eren wasn’t expecting to be greeted with such a scene. The finals were approaching and he needed your notes. He knocked on your room’s door and called your name for a couple of minutes. Thinking you were studying while having your air pods on he decided to come in. to his surprise you were doing something else. Something he never thought he’d witness, not in real life at least.

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Devour - Eren

(Eren x Reader) - Word Count: 2.1k

Creature: a person who eats the flesh of other human beings

Warnings: Dry Humping, Descriptions of Blood

Extra Notes: Happy Halloween, everyone! Ending Whore-O-Ween strong with some Eren smut!

You didn’t like trusting Tinder as a way of meeting people you’d want to keep in your life for longer than a week. You made sure to only use the app as a way of finding hookups, hangouts, and one night stands - so finding Eren was the least of your desires and now the worst yet best thing to happen to you.

Eren is everything you’ve ever imagined yourself wanting in a boyfriend. He’s always making you laugh until your sides hurt and this strange noise comes out of your mouth - it sounds oddly similar to a car trying its hardest to start up, but ultimately failing. And, Eren is the sweetest boy you’ve ever met in your entire life, he always gets you flowers for your dates and he manages to cheer you up no matter how bad of a day you have had.

Eren’s presence itself automatically mends your broken moods, so after a horrible day at work, you found yourself subconsciously driving towards his house. He lives in the middle of the woods - which was definitely something you had to get used to after seeing it for the first time - and despite its creepiness, his house is beautiful. A simple log cabin surrounded by looming trees and the sounds of croaking owls.

You’ve always felt safer inside of his house rather than outside, never knowing what lies in the thick shadows around the trunks of the surrounding trees. Once you were out of your car, you eyed the darkness suspiciously, wanting to make lurking creatures uncomfortable before making your way towards the door. You thought if you were a monster that maybe you wouldn’t want to attack somebody who has made direct eye contact with you, so you made sure to make direct eye contact with every monster that could be around.

You knocked three times on the door, a specific tune that Eren now associates with you. He opened the door not even thirty seconds after your knocks, and surprisingly with a large grin on his face. You hadn’t warned him you were on your way here, so for him to be smiling despite that was unexpected.

“Hi,” Eren said shortly, “What are you doing here?”

You returned Eren’s smile, “Just thought I’d stop by.”

Eren was wearing an old flowery apron over his jeans and t-shirt, and his hair was back in a bun to keep the long hair out of his face. You assumed the boy was most likely cooking, considering he was normally doing that or butchering animals he had hunted earlier in the week. There was no blood on his apron, and only a large cutting knife dangling in his fingers, so assuming he was cooking was your best bet.

You glanced at the knife and then met his eye again, “Whatcha’ cookin?”

“Dinner,” Eren answered flatly, “And I would’ve made more if I knew you were coming over - at least a text is always nice.” You rolled your eyes at him, giggling to yourself. “But, it’s nice to see you again, especially after the other night.”

You pushed at Eren’s shoulder, “Shut up.” You suddenly remembered the dark woods behind you, and gave the trees one last glance before turning back to Eren. “And, let me inside already, you know how I don’t like these woods.”

“What’s not to like?” Eren let you past him, but he walked onto his front porch instead, taking your place in the darkness. “There’s nothing scary out here!” Eren turned to you with a wicked look in his eyes. “And even if there were scary things out here, they’d all fear me more.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Eren’s behavior scared you. You knew he had a God Complex, but sometimes he spoke and didn’t sound like himself. It was as if he were becoming another person right in front of your eyes, shedding his skin as a human and instead deciding he wanted to be more.

“Shut up and come inside,” Your voice came out weak, fear leaking its way into your words.

Eren grinned mischievously at you, “I mean, if you say so.” You tried hard not to laugh at his dirty comment, and you felt betrayed by the small giggle that came from your throat. He thought of the laugh as a win, and laughed with you. “There’s that smile I love.”

Eren left his apron in the kitchen and joined you in his bedroom after some cleaning up. You had offered your help, but he was persistent in denying your request. He instead walked you to the bedroom door, and shut it behind you once you were sitting on the bed. You could only hear the clanking of dishes being dropped and frantically thrown about the kitchen. It sounded like Eren needed your help, but you stayed sitting on the bed.

You waited quietly for his return; scrolling through your phone, counting the posters on his walls, turning on his radio and listening intently to the words of the songs that came on. It felt like Eren was cleaning his kitchen for nearly an hour before the door opened and he had reappeared. He looked tired, his eyes blinking slowly and his shoulders slumped forward with exhaustion.

“Come here,” You said with a taunting smile on your face, “You look like that kitchen kicked your ass.”

Eren giggled lightly, “It did, I am tapping out.” He fell onto the bed beside you, lying face down in the pillows behind your back. You looked over your shoulder at Eren, watching as he groaned into the soft pillowcases. “I am going to sleep, cuddle with me now.”

“So demanding.” You shifted and laid down beside Eren, pressing your body into his own. He felt warm against you, his chest gently rising and falling, rubbing against your side.

Eren moved closer to you, now turning so he was facing you and not the inside of the pillows. He leaned his head against your shoulder, throwing his arm over your chest to pull you in as close as humanly possible. You felt as he breathed in your smell, groaning lightly with every sniff - the idea of Eren liking your scent made you feel light inside, you hoped he sniffed his bedsheets when you left his house, wishing you had stayed.

Eren not so slyly put his hand under your shirt, feeling his way across your stomach and to your chest. His fingers were calloused and left a scratchy trail along your skin as he touched you. His hand gently cupped around your tit, and he smiled lightly to himself.

You raised your eyebrows at Eren, “‘You having fun?”

“Yeah, I’m having a lot of fun.” Eren glanced at you for a second, a newfound energy in his eyes. You assumed he probably wasn’t so tired from cleaning the kitchen anymore, he seemed to be wide awake now. “We could have more fun though, if you wanted.”

Of course you wanted to, you always wanted to.

Eren tilted his head back to you, and you landed your lips onto his. He leaned into your kiss, pressing his lips closer to yours, leaving the slightest bruise on your mouth. Your mouth opened slightly for him, and he pushed his tongue in, licking the roof of your mouth behind your front teeth. He was the best kisser you had ever had the privilege of kissing before, even his soft pecks made you desperately lean in for more.

Eren was pulling you on top of him in a swift move of his arms. You straddled his hips, sitting down on top of him and feeling his hardness underneath you. You rubbed yourself against him, loving the way his body felt against your clit. Eren’s hands moved their way from your hips to your back and he pulled you in for another kiss.

As you kissed Eren back, you moved your hips against him, breathing into his mouth with every touch. You could feel him squirming underneath you as well, bringing his hips up to meet the sensitive spot between your legs. You liked that he was using your body to feel good, the same way you were using his body.

You moved your lips down to his neck and as a thank you, Eren did something he knew you enjoy - he curled his fingers around your head, tightening his grip on your hair. You moaned when he pulled your hair slightly, and you felt him giggle into your mouth from your reaction. He pulled back from your lips, freeing his mouth enough to whisper into your ear.

“Do you like that, baby?” Eren whispered, kissing his way back down to your mouth.

You nodded, “Mhm.” You didn’t want to speak too much with him, only wanting to focus on the euphoric feeling between your legs. You never knew how much you missed Eren’s body until he was inside of you, or even just rubbing against you.

Eren slid his hands back under your shirt, quickly moving his fingers to your chest. He cupped your breasts, using his palms to rub your nipples. The feeling went straight to your clit, making you moan into his mouth with every movement of his hands and hips. You felt so overwhelmed by his body, a tightness forming in your lower abdomen.

“Don’t stop, please,” You whispered into Eren’s neck.

He fulfilled your request, he continued to touch you exactly as he was. He moved you back to the sitting position so he could have a better grip on your chest. You rode him, rubbing yourself on his body until that tightness had gone away and a seizing feeling took over your whole body. You felt complete satisfaction in every inch of your body, down to your feet and especially in between your hips which throbbed with pleasure.

You leaned back down to Eren’s lips, kissing him gently as a thank you for the exhilarating feeling he gave you. You kissed your way from his lips to his ear, and whispered to him gently.

“Now it’s your turn.” You brought your hand down to his hips, pushing your hand under his sweatpants when you were suddenly interrupted by a ringing.

Eren moved away from you, heading to the end of the bed, “Oh, pizza’s here. We’ll finish this after we eat, okay love?”

“Oh okay,” Your tone sounded slightly deflated, you had to admit you were a little annoyed by the timing of the pizza man and you were excited to make Eren feel good as well. But, he said you’d finish this after dinner, at least the moment wouldn’t end here.

Eren out of his bedroom and towards the front door. While he was gone, you walked towards his kitchen, wanting to get plates and water ready for the both of you. You filled two glasses as he talked with the delivery man, making new friends was Eren’s strong suit. You opened the freezer, hoping to find ice and instead finding some questionable containers.

You set the cups down, eyeing the containers suspiciously. You were sure they were meat of some kind; pig, cow, turkey even, it’s not like Eren ever admitted to being a vegetarian. But, the meat didn’t look right, the containers were filled with thick, dark red liquid and it sloshed around when you pulled it out of the freezer.

You brought the container close to your face, furrowing your eyebrows as you tried to search your entire mind for some answer to this question. Maybe Eren illegally hunted in the woods behind his house, that would explain why the meat looked so unprofessional. But, one thing you couldn’t wrap your head around was why Eren would name the animals he killed.

Written in large black letters was the name MELINDA on the lid of the plastic container. You hoped more than anything that Eren had just named a pig after his ex-girlfriend, but you had a sickening feeling in your stomach that told you that was wrong. You knew what kind of meat this was even if you refused to admit it.

You swallowed the feeling of wanting to throw up, when you quickly put Melinda back in the freezer. You grabbed the water glasses and turned around, wanting to place the drinks on the dining table before Eren made his return, but he had already returned. He stood in the doorway of his kitchen, looking at you as he shook his head, sighing with his words.

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t snoop around like the others,” Eren said disappointedly.

The cups dropped from your hands in fear, the glass exploded on the kitchen floor as the water created a large puddle on the tile. Your breaths felt far away, as if you were only breathing through a small straw. You put your hands up in defeat, trying to calm down the boy in front of you.

“Eren, baby,” You said cautiously, “Let’s talk about this before we act irrationally?”

Eren raised an eyebrow at you, “Yeah, let’s do that.”

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My intro post! :D

Welcome!~

Welcome to my blog! My name is Aaron, I'm 18, and I write for fun. I love to read, my favorite so far is diffidently lights out by Vanessa Allen. But back to what you're probably here for, I mostly do my hero academia, Attack on Titan, and occasionally TWD videogame. all one-shots of course! so, you can expect all that. all of these will be x fem!reader. Not all will but be NSFW, but most are NFSW so MDNI please!

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NSFW Praise Degradation Breeding Choking Hair pulling Light impact play Roleplay Threesome slight dub-con And much more!

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Feet Scat Vomit Incest Piss play

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Ts was tea

here’s a random best friend!eren drabble bc im bored

cw include: black coded reader, some drug usage (weed), unprotected sex, backshots, sex standing up, sex onna floorrr, lots of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, some choking [ inspo vids: 1 2 3 ]

“you sure about this y/n? i don’t want things to get weird . . .” eren mumbled, his hands fidgeting with the loops on his jeans—something he always did when he was nervous. you just giggled, your mind too cloudy and in a horny daze to care that your about to fuck your childhood best friend.

you were sitting at the edge of your bed with eren standing right in front of you, his large frame towering over yours. his breath hitched when you grabbed onto the hem on his jeans, your chin now resting on his lower stomach. you looked at him through your freshly done lashes, your eyes low n’ red from the blunt you previously smoked together.

“i jus’ wanna see what’s got those girls all crazy about you ren,” you practically purred, smirking when you saw his teeth clamp onto his bottom lip. you could feel the firm bulge in his jeans, your manicured nails trailing up and down the length of it.

“oooo s-shit, f-fuck okay yeah get on all fours.”

sometime later….

“o-oh my goddd, f-fuck erennnn!” your arms flailed behind you to push as eren’s stomach, but him being the dickhead he is, just grabbed your wrists and held you still. he had you bent over the bed, your feet pushing up to your tippy toes to keep up with his brutal thrusts.

“no no don’t run mama—fuck, jus’ take it. cmon fuck me back, fuck renny back,” you pitifully shook your head, salty tears seeping into your comforter.

in all the years you’ve known eren you weren’t aware of the fact that he had such a dirty mouth. filthy praises and promises were flying past his kiss swollen lips left and right, so much so it was making you even more dizzy than you already were.

“who knew my best friend had such a pretty lil’ pussy,” eren breathlessly chuckled, his tongue swiping against his bottom lip as he admired the milky white ring of your essence coating the base of his cock. “n-no eren, too fuckin’ deep s-shit!” you cried, legs trembling as eren pushed all of his weight into your backside. he swiveled his hips, determined to reach that special spot deep inside you.

“heh, now y’see why those girls w-won’t leave me alone, dick is too fuckin’ good ain’t it mama,” eren groaned, smacking your ass harshly. eren wasn’t the best at a lot of things, not that he even really tried to be, but one thing he knew he was good at was beating up some lucky girls guts. sure he wasn’t slanging nine inches, but don’t get it twisted he knew how to use his six and a half inches very, very well. after all it’s not about the size of the wave, but the motion of the ocean or whatever the fuck.

he pulled you up by the neck, keeping you still against his chest. your legs trembled, your hands pushing back softly against eren’s thighs to steady yourself. “this is my favorite way to fuck, it’s so fun watching girls try to run just for me to fuck them to the floor,” he finished off his sentence by licking the shell of your ear, grinning when he felt your body shiver.

“you’re—hah! you’re s-sick ren.”

“shittt say that again baby,” eren groaned, sliding halfway out before slamming back inside. his free hand found purchase on your breast, the other hand squeezing lightly at your neck. “you’re *thrust* so fucking *thrust* s-sick eren!” you gasped out, your hands flinging behind you to tug at eren’s disheveled bun.

all a sudden black dots clouded your vision and your ears began to ring—well this was definitely new. “fuck, you squirtin’ mama?” eren was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, his other hand still securely wrapped around your throat. he fucked you through your orgasm, hearts forming at how soaked his thighs were now. he’s never had a squirter before, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to leave this life after you two were done!

“i *hiccup* didn’t even k-know i could do that,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back when eren started up a steady rhythm. your pussy felt so sensitive, yet each time he pulled out you wanted him back inside that instant. your legs felt like jello and you knew any moment they were bound to give up.

you took a shaky step towards your bed but eren just followed, his lips upturning into a smirk. now comes his favorite part.

“r-ren okay! okay i get ittt,” you sobbed out, gasping as your knees met the plushness of your carpet. eren remained inside you the entire time, wasting no time as he pushed your face into the carpet until your back with positioned into the perfect arch. as crazy as it sounded each slap of his balls against your clit felt like electricity shooting through your veins, causing nothing but moans and babbles to slip past your drooling lips.

“fuck m’gonna cum mama, get ready,” with four final thrusts eren emptied himself inside you, coating your walls in his sticky warmth. your body slumped more into the carpet, your eyes fluttering shut. eren pulled out slowly, laughing when your lower half fell with a dull thud.

“i *sniffle* see your point,” you whimpered, your back arching when your clit rubbed against the carpet. eren grinned, sitting back on his knees before gently turning your body over. he tapped your thigh softly, “push it out . . . please.”

you rolled your eyes, not looking forward the even bigger mess it would make, but you did as you were told. eren let out a long breath through his nose as he watch he cum drip out of you in thick globs. he peered at you through his lashes—

“we should, um, do this again sometime.”

🤌🏾🤌🏾

backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.

your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.

“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”

“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”

he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.

“s-so good…’s too much.”

and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.

“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”

no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.

“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”

and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.

© rumisgf

SMITTEN ☆ eren yeager.

★ 𖥻 synopsis. being cuffed to the bed was the last thing eren expected on your date night home.

‍     ‍ ☆. warnings — 3.5k nsfw, pwp, lowercase intended, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, black coded, girly girl reader, mechanic!eren, bondage, established relationship, riding, switch!reader, switch!eren, eren’s sensitive, chubby!reader, readers needy, male oral, finger sucking, eren is fussy, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, kissing, mutual praise, voice kink, vulgar language, edging, pet names ex. mamas. baby. princess. daddy. minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated! <3

“baby. . . you're in so much fuckin’ trouble when i get outta these.”

eren knows how much you love him. how much you appreciate him, care for him, wanna be with him for the rest of your life. the matching ‘till death’ tattoos imprinted on the inner corner of your ring fingers proving so. he makes sure you're always taken care of financially, mentally, and even physically. works from sunrise to sunset, praises you with kisses all over your precious face for making him a meal every day. buys you whatever your heart desires. runs you bubble baths when you aren't feeling well. gives you full body massages which usually leads to him burying his face between your plush thighs. eren loves you. eren needs you. without you he isn't sane. you complete him. so because he treats you like a queen, it's only right that he receives king treatment.

while eren made his way home to you, the only person he wanted to see after a tiring, stressful day with customers who complained about their cars to him and loud-mouthed, gossipy employees at his auto shop . . . he was surprised to see that you set up a romantic atmosphere. eren is greeted with a soft, neat kiss to his pouty lips. his biceps tensing as he wraps both arms around your body in a tight bear-hug, giggling as he lifts you off the ground.

you've got scented candles lit around the loft with ceiling high windows, a bottle of stella rose black and a classic meal of creamy mafaldine tuscan chicken pasta prepared. strawberry cheesecake in the fridge for desert. eren’s eyes soften, picking you up and carrying you to the dining table to eat your meal, not before showering you with more kisses and a hundred thank you's.

you enjoy your meal under the moonlight, sipping wine and having deep conversations which you envied because there's always something the two of you can talk about without getting fussy. debates, political topics, wellness, issues with each other. remaining mature since you have the best communication. you wanted to let him know that he's been so understanding, so attentive to your needs and you felt like you needed to do more to show him you want him to feel secure. that this is a forever love and you don't take him for-granted, not for a second.

“baby, never think that you don't do enough for me. i make the decision to cater to you and i have no issue in doing so. you deserve this lifestyle. being in my presence is all i could ever ask of you. i pray everyday that i don't fuck up what we have. you're my girl.”

and immediately, you're taking the air from his lungs when you pull him close with your arms lazily thrown over his shoulders while you kiss him deeply. madly in love. it's a scary thing sometimes. and it's crazy how such a sweet moment turned into a salacious act like this. after finishing a film in the living room cuddled up with your pets, a cat for you and a dog for him, you tell eren you have one more surprise. standing to your feet with a cheeky smile, holding both hands out for him to grab. eren is curious, raising his brows before standing to his full height, towering over your figure and it never fails to make your skin heat up.

“don't pull no scary shit,” eren runs a tatted hand through his long hair before holding yours.

“shush, i promise it's not that.”

eren can't see you biting your sanrio themed acrylics with excitement, too busy staring at your bare ass underneath that slutty slip you have on. he recognizes it, in fact. an old piece by victoria's secret you've been searching on depop for like a madwoman. it's a mesh coquette cherry colored slip dress with a ruffled trim tulle skirt and damn did you wear it so good, the slip hugging your curves just right. his mouth waters, instinctively smacking your ass as you step into your shared bedroom.

before you could speak, as you turn to him he's already pulling you in by your waist, using his foot to kick the door closed so the kids wouldn't interrupt. they liked to jump on the bed mid-fuck a lot. you try not to melt in his hold, his lips gliding with yours, molding your ass in his hand, moaning from your taste.

“er—”

“who said you could look this fuckin’ good, unh?” swatting your ass again, the force knocks you closer into his chest, face burning when you feel his dick thickening in his jeans against your tummy. print evident.

“it's all for you, ‘ren,” chewing your lips with a smile, you give him a quick peck before releasing his hands from your ass. “but first, i need you to take your clothes off.”

“ooo,” he sings. “you feed me some good ass food, get all touchy and cuddly, and now you tryna fuck me?” eren tongues his inner cheek with a smirk. “nasty.”

“shut up and strip.”

“yes ma'am,” eren hums, still giving you those flirty green eyes as he stretches his arms behind himself to tug at his stained white tshirt, usually getting his clothes dirty when working. he still manages to smell so good though. a mix of musk with his daily cologne and body wash. you'll never forget the time when he came home one day, car grease on his hands nearly turning them black. hair messy and a dangerous look in his eye when he caught you in the kitchen with an apron baking a pie. bending you over the sink, hiking your pink sundress up on your waist and holding you still as he fucked you hard. rough hands groping every inch of your aching body. keeping you balanced by your forearms he held back while he ground his cock deep into you, expletives spewing, sweat coating his forehead, and nutting copious amounts of cum. point is, you love when he's fresh off of work. makes the thrill all the more inviting.

jeans come next. and that's when he takes his time, eyeing you as he torturously drags the zipper down before dragging the black fabric down his muscular thighs, dick bulging in his tommy hilfiger briefs. commentary ensues. “gonna kiss it for me?”

you shake your finger at him, a tiny tsk following. “don't ruin the surprise, keep going. wanna see you.”

“i feel like i'm being filmed, there better not be a camera,” he rolls his eyes, finally discarding every clothing piece on his body, your legs clenching tighter together where you stood as he moans when his dick hits his tummy. the tip is drenching precum it's almost inhumane. you needed to lick that up real soon.

“you wanna be?” you question, serious.

eren deadpans. “be for real.”

“you can wear a mask!” you protest, actually enjoying the idea. “mhm, you'd look so good with a balaclava on.”

“no.”

sucking your teeth, you continue with your plan, walking towards the closet to find a little box with his gift inside. holding the black and red compartment, you face him with a cheshire cat grin. “get on the bed and lay on your back.”

eren’s too horny to argue right now, still anxious about what you're planning, but does what you say nonetheless. naked, heavy, tall figure dipping the bed with black satin sheets and pillows as he sits up against the headboard, tucking some strands of hair behind his ear, wrinkling his pierced nose. “i don't like you.”

“you will in a minute. close your eyes. no peaking or i'm going to bed and your gonna have to fuck your hand instead.”

flaring his nostrils, he closes his eyes. you try your best to be silent with your present, removing the lid to take out the baby pink fuzzy handcuffs you ordered a few days ago. thinking this would be the perfect time to put them to use. he's quiet, leaning his head back when he feels you climb on top of him, stifling a breath when the mesh from your slip grazes the head of his dick. beyond sensitive. taking one of his wrists, you unclasp one cuff and chain him to it, eren’s eyes shooting open before you restrain him to the headboard completely.

“no fuckin’ way,” eren licks his lips as he shakes his head, a menacing glare in his eyes as you sit on his abdomen and keen in achievement. “baby. . . you're in so much fuckin’ trouble when i get outta these.”

“why? scared i'll slut you the fuck out, baby?” a sadistic smile casts your face, eren nearly trembling from your words. what exactly did you have in mind? he had no idea. but he's kind of . . . amused? aroused mostly. it's rare when you tap into your dominant side. loving to be his pretty little submissive.

“if you wanted to bounce on my dick so bad you could've been straightforward.”

“mhm, this is more fun. i get you all to myself. i can do whatever i want. promise it's all for you. just wanna make you feel good, daddy,” you suck on your lip and press your weight down on him, trailing your hands up his chest to his tatted neck, eyes drifting low and moaning from how good the view was. he's truly an ethereal man.

“g’na fuck me empty, princess?” his voice drops an octave, knowing what that does to you. the way his voice summons you to do things will never make sense.

“till your shooting blanks,” you grin.

“well, if that's the case,” eren ponders, inching his face closer to yours, accepting his fate and playing your fantasy. "then put that pussy where it belongs, princess.”

it's not in his position to make orders, so ignoring him, you scoot backwards so his angry dick is in your face and your ass is arched into the air for presentation. “wanna suck it first,” you mumble, delicately wrapping both of your soft hands around the vein protruding, throbbing weapon. just the right thickness to make it impossible to fully engulf it in your throat.

eren spreads his legs, and the act is so sexy yet desperate. hissing as you watched you intently through his long lashes, your lips hovering over the leaking tip before taking it gently into the warmth of your mouth. suckling it like your favorite flavored lollipop.

“goddamn, baby,” he stretches out his arms as a force of habit, ready to hold either side of your face so he can work his pretty cock in nice and easy. but he's irked the minute the chains clink on his wrist, remembering he's bound. he sighs out, fixing to say something until you remove one hand off his cock and massage his balls while taking him further down your mouth. working both hands simultaneously. saliva building, bubbles forming the quicker you bob your head and stroke his dick.

“yea, stroke it while you suck it. mm,” eren's eyes are scrolling back, thighs twitching as he lightly moves his hips as you gag and suck. releasing him with a wet pop, maintaining eye contact as you slick your puffy lips along the sides of his cock, darting your tongue out and moaning deeply. your ass moves in the air as if you're getting fucked from the back, rolling and rocking back. pussy sluice in your thin thong, needing him now more than ever. one more thing though, and it's his damn favorite.

“wait, baby. don't . . .” a gasp flees from his agape mouth as you nudge his balls with your tongue before sucking one of them into your mouth, keeping your rhythm stroking mostly the tip, spreading your fingers languidly, sticky with his precum and your spit. you know that's his sensitive area, the breaths leaving him frantic. you can feel the blood rushing in his cock, rotating your hand and sucking the heavy sack as the whimpers that vibrate in your throat travel to him.

“f-fuck, { name }. g’na cum. keep goin’.” the chains clank along the headboard as he struggles, spreading his legs even wider, his tummy sinking in as he buried his head into the pillow behind him. the ball in his neck protruding and you watch him, so in love, so intrigued . . . you stop. and he whines, which is the last thing you expected to hear from him. it's so needy that it makes your clit throb even harder.

“fuck!” he curses angrily, groaning with pain and pleasure stirring inside. his dick jumping for attention. “don't fuckin’ tease me baby, or i swear to god i'll fuck you sore.”

“yea, whatever,” you giggle, purposely pissing him off further. “you mad, daddy?” you pout, tone teasing. reclaiming your position previously as you hover above him, his jaw clenching, black painted nails balling into fists.

“you know i'm fuckin’ mad. stop playing, { name }.”

he's got a lot to say but he shuts up the instant you tug your lace thong to the side and reach behind yourself to sink slowly onto the tip. both hands lay flat on his stomach as you ease down, eren mumbling ‘slow, slow’ as you sink halfway down before riding back up. your nails dig into his skin briefly, the relief you receive maddening. it's such an easy fix when he's available. eyelids squeezed shut as you accommodate his size, the fire in your chest blazing.

“oh my god,” you suck on your lips, face screwed once you pick your pace, rising and dropping your ass effortlessly, like a mystical creature. your hips move like waves, grinding slow to feel him reach that spot within you, moaning and tossing your head to the side.

“so fuckin’ wet, baby. listen to you. listen,” eren’s eyebrows are knitted, jaw unlocked, completely entranced by the way you move, the two of you panting heavily, listening to your slick coat his dick lewdly. ass clapping onto his thighs you lean back to grab onto with one hand to balance yourself. cupping a handful of your tits and whimpering as you fuck him quicker.

“unh, if you could see what i see, baby,” eren chokes, rocking his waist with yours to heighten your pleasure. it felt so good to take control. “you look s’ good when you fuck me.”

“love how you feel inside me,” your juices drip down his balls and onto the sheets, squealing as you lean forward to angle your faces together, his hands reaching far enough to graze your hair and cheekbone. focusing on the look in your eyes as you steady yourself on the tips of your toes before slamming your ass down harder, the two of you gasping in sync. “fill me so fuckin’ good, baby.”

eren thinks it's so ironic how your lettered necklace dangles over his face, making a noise he's never made before, focusing on the silver swaying. now he gets how you feel when his chain swings over your face when he fucks a dent into the mattress shaping your silhouette. he's succumbing to you willingly, breath hitching from the euphoric roll and dip of your thick hips, wishing so badly he had access to grip and grind you down on his dick harder.

this position weakens you both, your knees buckling and his waist twitching. your voice quakes and you cum without warning him, flopping onto his chest as your hips stirred lazily. eren’s close yet again, can feel it but can't get to where he needs to be without you. he needed you to move.

“c’mon, princess. fuck me, lemme cum,” he sounds incredibly submissive, that whiny tone partaking his usual asshole demeanor. it was such a turn on seeing his face switching from grumpy to ‘please baby fuck me’. eyes low and seductive. begging sounded good on him.

you sit up, cupping either side of his face before kissing him. eren rushing the kiss meaning he's extra greedy for it. gliding his lips over your chin, groaning in your mouth and sliding his fat tongue over yours, a sloppy french kiss. your mind goes blank when you feel his tongue on your neck next, wishing it was between your legs right now. that thing is a demon. the way he fucks you with it makes your soul leave your body every time. he's a gift from the gods, truly.

“not yet.”

“not playing fair, baby,” eren clicks his teeth, bushy brows entwined to showcase his frustration. he's so cute when he's upset. “all i wanna do is touch you. why's that such an issue? if you're gonna fuck me, do it right.

you huff, knowing he's saying anything just so you'll unlock the cuffs. “talking too much, ‘ren.”

a dark glint is in his eyes, those jade irises no longer it's stunning bright shade. his voice becomes gravely as he says, “am i? that's cause i wanna lick your fuckin’ clit. n i can't do that properly without touching you. she's soakin’ all on me.”

“mmm, wanna put your mouth on my pussy?” your voice softens tauntingly, trailing your hand down your stomach to slowly roll your fingers over your engorged clit. eren’s mouth waters.

“yes,” he clenched his jaw. you're so goddamn infuriating.

“she needs more. i wanna stay full while you eat it.”

“i’ll put my fingers in it. you like those, baby, right?” his eyes go all big like a puppy. “taste you while i fuck you open. jus’ like you like it?”

as tempting as that sounded, again, he’s in no position to make demands. ignoring the way your tummy flutters from the delicious thought, you're back to fucking him nice and slow. overstimulating yourself and edging him. it's so painful he just wants to cum. he wouldn't necessarily consider this a gift. you've just gotten in your head and took advantage of the situation. but that's okay, ‘cause he's gonna fuck you sore like he said. your necklace hits his forehead, chest in his face as you clap back on his pulsating dick. sucking his fingers and squeaking unexpectedly, eyes widening as eren plants his feet into the bed and pistons his cock up into you, knocking the wind from your lungs.

“eren, wait. . .”

“shut the fuck up,” eren growls into your neck, fucking you as best he could with his restraint. your screams fill the air, unable to hold him still. there was no point. he was pissed off now and wanted nothing more than to fill you deep with his cum as punishment.

and for some reason you underestimate eren's strength, because in a matter of seconds he's yanking his right arm forward and breaking the cuff with just a blink of your eye. you can't even comprehend what the hell he just did because he's grabbing your neck and pining you beneath him to fuck you deeper. nothings processing in your brain but the sound of his thighs clapping with yours, the grunts from eren and your second orgasm shooting through you. arching your back into him, his hand constricting some air in your esophagus which only intensifies your pleasure.

“i hear you, mamas,” eren releases his grip on your neck just a little, pressing his nose to yours with a clenched jaw, his one arm hanging above you since it's still chained up. eren shifts his body slightly down yours to put your legs over his broad shoulders, slipping his dick back in and folding you in a mating press.

“this is what you get for fuckin’ with me,” the way he's fucking you has your toes cramping and your voice disappearing. you can't scream anymore, sounds of pleasure dying down to cries and whimpers, tiny figure compared to his jolting beneath him. eren’s whines are muffled by the pillow he buried his face into as he shoots his cum into you, filling you up warmly. his orgasm so overpowering he can't help but still fuck through it. wheezes and ragged breathing is all you could hear since you had zero energy to open your eyes.

throwing your arms around him to claw at his backside. eren’s still moving inside of you, your legs shaking the further he pins them down with his one hand after sitting up on his knees, looking down at you, long hair sticking to his fucked out face. he takes two of his slender fingers to tug down your bralette to retrieve the key you stored in there. freeing himself and tossing the cuffs somewhere in the room.

“cheap ass cuffs,” eren says, spanking the outside of your thigh. “gotta give it to you, i enjoyed that.”

you perch up on your elbows, happiness shadowing you. “really?!”

“just don't try that shit again. now lay on your stomach and lemme eat your pussy.”

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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!

hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!

beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol

pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader

wc: 9.1k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)

have fun ;)

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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that you’ve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Eren’s ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music he’s blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.

“Come on, Eren. It’s just one night!”

“And what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly ‘break up’?” Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.

“I just can’t face him alone,” you sigh, “it’s only been four months and Sasha told me he’s hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I haven’t even had a drunken makeout at the bar.”

“So? Just because Jean’s been whoring around doesn’t mean you have anything to prove.” Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.

“You’re my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.”

“Who would even believe us? It’s not like it’s a huge party- we know everyone going.”

You cock an eyebrow. “How many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connie’s been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other day–”

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine. I’ll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,” Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, “I’m going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.”

He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your “date”. He’s in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she won’t consider you to have downgraded, that’s for sure.

You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.

You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Eren’s typical attire “just to be cute”. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but you’ve already gotten everything lined up, and it’s too late for regret.

It’s far too late for hindsight, too; you’re already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if you’re my fake girlfriend, you’re getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Eren parallel parks smoothly on Armin’s quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friends’ cars. It’s Connie’s birthday, but Armin always hosts. It’s an unspoken rule at this point; you aren’t sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.

When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic he’s had since high school. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. “Ow!”

“I open the door, remember?” Eren says, visibly annoyed.

You roll your eyes at him.“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“You think I’m going to be caught dead letting my ‘girlfriend’ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.”

You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. “Fine.”

If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.

As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than you’re willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Eren’s fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. “We better pull this off.”

“It’ll be fine, just follow my lead.” Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Armin’s bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.

“Hi…guys?” Armin’s friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Armin’s wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Armin’s intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.

“Sup, ‘min?” Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Armin’s shoulder.

“Come on in.” Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesn’t outright ask why Eren’s holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.

Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connie’s favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Armin’s recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Armin’s bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that there’s only one unoccupied seat left in the room.

“My two favorite lovebirds!” Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sasha’s impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand that’s closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. “You guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?”

“Laying it on a little thick, Sash,” you whisper into Sasha’s ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.

“What?” Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. “How long has that been a thing?”

You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explain–

“Just a few weeks.” The still-strange weight of Eren’s arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Eren’s quite the actor.

“Yeah,” you jump in, grateful for Eren’s lead, “we just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, that’s all.”

“Sasha knew.” Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.

“It’s about time.” Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. “Good for you guys.”

You can’t help yourself, finally meeting Jean’s eyes. He’s openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.

“Thanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,” Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.

The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; you’ve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jean’s comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.

“Not your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.” You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. It’s been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.

“Anyway,” Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, “what bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.”

The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the evening’s next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter who’s around.

“I need a drink,” you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.

“Do you mind getting me one, babe? Don’t want to lose our seat.” Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jean’s eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.

Over the years you’ve been friends with him, it’s never been lost on you that Eren’s attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like you’re seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jaw’s grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and he’s your best friend and now fake boyfriend– you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.

“Want me to make you one?” Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. “Connie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you can’t taste any of it!”

One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. You’ve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sasha’s offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. “Um…no, that’s okay Sash. I’ll probably just stick to beer.”

Connie sticks his tongue out at you. “Boring!”

Predictably, Sasha pouts. “Okay, but we’re definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?”

Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who can’t pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.

“Fine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and I’ll meet you in there.”

“Ugh, couples,” Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. You’ve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you can’t blame him.

Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Daze’s between Reiner and Bertholdt’s domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.

You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Eren’s behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.

“How’s it going?” Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.

“I mean, it seems like everyone’s buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.”

“What were you expecting? He’s always thought Eren had a thing for you.”

“Everyone thinks Eren has a thing for me,” you roll your eyes, “at least it’s working in my favor now.”

Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. “If you don’t think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.”

“Sasha–”

“I mean, even if you hadn’t told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That it’s just natural for you two to–” Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. “Just makes ya think.”

“Sasha!” Connie calls from the living room. “Let’s do Eye of the Tiger first!”

“Woo!” Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.

You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sasha’s observations. The truly irritating thing is that she’s entirely right. Not only do Eren’s little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feels…nice. It’s as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connie’s amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.

Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jean’s angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annie’s nodding along with whatever Eren’s saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you aren’t exempt from.

You’d met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldn’t stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charming– to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series you’d been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?

He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.

“Missed you,” he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“You too,” you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Eren’s eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, it’s impossible to discern if it’s part of the act, or Eren being himself.

His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on your–

Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.

The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but he’s still Eren.

“They’re practically in sync already.” Hitch, Marco’s girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.

“It’s a little freaky,” Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. That’s enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyone’s just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.

Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.

“Eren, I don’t know if you should-”

“It’s fine,” Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasa’s eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Eren’s walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.

Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are “talking”. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.

“Are you alright?” The question comes from Armin, who’s placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that Jean isn’t taking the news well.”

“There’s no news,” Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.

A neat little cross appears between Armin’s eyebrows. “They’re-”

“Faking,” she interrupts Armin, “they aren’t dating.”

Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. “How’d you know?”

“One of you would have told me,” she shrugs, “or at least I’d like to think you would.”

“It’s just…I couldn’t bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.” You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. It’s your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.

“Why would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,” Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, “I- I don’t mean you’re silly, just, you shouldn’t-”

“You know.” Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.

A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.

Eren has Jean pinned up against Armin’s cabinets, forearm tight against the other man’s neck. Jean’s still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Eren’s eyes.

“Need to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschstein–”

“Eren!” Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. “Let him go!”

“Do you want to tell her what you said, or should I?” Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jean’s eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.

He spits directly in Eren’s face.

Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jean’s cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reiner’s shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.

“It’s my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!” Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.

“Jaeger- back off!” Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, who’s struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.

“Maybe we should leave,” he suggests awkwardly, “take the party elsewhere.”

You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.

“We are,” he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.

“Eren, wait–” you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but it’s fruitless. Eren’s strong, stronger than you, and you don’t stand a chance stopping him now that his mind’s made up.

He doesn’t drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; it’s more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.

Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isn’t taking you to your house, but to his. What he’s thinking, you can’t be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just can’t wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like that– Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.

Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Eren’s faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.

“The fucking child lock button?” You leap out of your seat once he’s opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. “Is that what I am, Eren, a child?”

“Come inside.” Eren’s voice is low, dangerous. You’re too angry to indulge his temper.

“No,” you snap, “I’m going home.”

No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. “Come inside.”

You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you aren’t sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.

“Come inside, please,” Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide you’ll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least it’ll catch him off guard, and you’ll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.

Whether Eren’s house smells like him or Eren smells like his house you’ve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily it’s a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. You’re more than ready, fists shaking by your side.

“What the hell was that, Eren?”

He doesn’t answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.

“Answer me!” Your voice rattles the cabinets. “Yeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connie’s birthday–”

“You didn’t hear what he said,” Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.

“What could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had to–”

“It was about you.” Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.

Your heart stutters. “You– what did he say?”

“Told me if I wanted to taste your ‘slutty pussy’ so bad, I could just smell his breath. S’why he spit in my face.” Eren’s fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.

Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. “He…he said that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d been fucking him?” Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Eren snaps, “this whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?”

“I haven’t been fucking him,” you hiss, “he lied because he was jealous. And you’re not some toy, you’re– you’re my best friend. I needed you.”

Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years you’ve known him, he’s never looked at you like this before, not once. “Say it again.”

“You’re my–”

“The other thing.”

“I needed you.”

“Again.”

“I needed– fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?”

He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. He’s forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. “Say it one more time.”

“I…needed you,” you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologne– when did he start wearing cologne?– musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.

“I like the way you say that,” his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. “That you need me.”

Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.

“Do you still?”

“Still?”

“Need me.”

You blink, eyes still watery. “How?”

“You’re a smart girl,” Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, “you know. You’ve always known.”

You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.

“I still need you. Now.”

Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He’s kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. It’s all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.

“This shirt is ridiculous,” Eren pants into your mouth, “wish I wasn’t about to rip it off of you.”

A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Eren’s chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; he’s big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.

His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. “I’m going to take you to my room. If that’s not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.”

You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. “I want it- want you.”

Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.

Oh, and do you watch. It’s difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.

Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.

“Careful, Eren– you’ll leave marks,” you gasp, pulling at his hair.

“Good,” Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, “you wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didn’t you? Let them see.” 

Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, “what you do to me. How long I’ve wanted you.”

Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Eren’s confession and the way you’re clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin. 

“Remember…” Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, “remember college? When you’d wear those slutty little dresses out?”

“I remember,” you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.

“Used to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,” Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, “could practically see it in those short ass dresses. I’d cum thinking about how you’d sound when I stuck my tongue in it.”

A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Eren’s pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes he’s making across your clit are making you dizzy.

“Fuck…” Eren trails off, eyes wide, “got such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.”

“Eren, please,” you’ve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.

“I’ve got you,” he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. “So fucking sweet. Knew you would be.”

Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Eren’s no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.

He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; he’s teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you don’t even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.

Eren chuckles. “You need something?”

“Stop fucking with me,” you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.

“You want me to stop fucking with you?”

“Please, Eren, I need you–”

“That’s all you had to say.”

And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds you’ve ever heard slipping from your mouth. He’s so good, better than you’ve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.

Just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.

“My girl likes being full, doesn’t she?” He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.

“M-more,” you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.

“What was that?” You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“I need– fuck– I need more.”

“Magic word?”

“Please, Eren, fuck!”

“Good, good girl,” he coos, pushing another finger into you, “so sweet and needy for me, yeah?”

Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.

“W-what are you– oh,” you hate yourself for it, but you can’t even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; it’s just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but it’s more intense, wetter than you’ve ever felt it. 

“Close?”

“Mhm,” you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where you’re pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. “But it- it feels weird…I, I can’t–”

“Sh,” he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, “you can do it, just for me, I know you can. It’s going to feel so good, you’ll see.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need to–

“Cum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.”

The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Eren’s face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can’t even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.

“You have the messiest little cunt,” Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, “knew you were a squirter.”

He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch. 

“I–I’ve never…” you take a shaky breath in between every word, “never done that before.”

Pride illuminates his face. “Really? I knew you could do it– just for me, right?”

You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. “Your cock, I– I want it in my mouth. Please let me.”

You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. “Next time. I’d never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.”

Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. He’s big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldn’t touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.

Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. “Christ,” he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.

“Please, Eren- oh!” You jump; Eren’s circling your asshole, using the mess you’ve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. “Eren…”

“You’d let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. “Maybe next time, then.”

You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.

“Oh, baby,” Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, “never gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.”

“Eren, it’s so– oh my god,” you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, “you feel so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.”

You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; you’re just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.

And when he rolls his hips into yours– you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.

“Never giving this pussy up,” Eren grunts above you, “never letting you give this to anybody else again. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. He’s picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that it’s Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.

“Say it’s mine,” his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. “God, you look fucking incredible. Say it.”

“My…my pussy is,” you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, “yours. It’s yours.”

“That’s my girl,” Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, “my pussy, my girl. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.

Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. It’s toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.

You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, he’s studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. There’s a moment happening here, an important one, one you don’t have the mental capacity to absorb right now.

“I want to see you now,” Eren says quietly, “need to see your pretty face when I cum, m’kay?”

You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.

Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Eren’s pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.

You stare into Eren’s eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. It’s a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.

“Your other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?”

“He’s not my-”

“Better not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,” Eren’s voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.

You find your words, but they come out quiet. “He’s not. Never again.”

Eren’s grin grows darker. He’s nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. He’s pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, “such a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.”

You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. You’re addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.

“I…” you aren’t sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. “You feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.”

“God, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, don’t you?” Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. “Love how I fuck you like a whore, don’t you? Tell me, baby.”

“I love it,” your voice is quivering, and you’re vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. You’re overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.

“My pretty baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eren rambles, “so pretty when you cry for me.”

You can’t break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Eren’s letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.

“Gonna cum soon,” he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, “gonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you?” He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. “You want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?”

You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. “I– I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.”

He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know it’s a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.

It’s Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. He’s incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.

“Holy shit,” Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, you’re overcome with the urge to smack him.

“That’s one way of putting it.” You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadn’t just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. “I should probably call Jean back.”

That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. “Why?”

“Maybe he wants to apologize.”

Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but all the fight’s been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. “Who fucking cares?”

“I might,” you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize he’s carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldn’t begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.

Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.

“You don’t need him,” he says, solemn as you’ve ever seen him, “and from what I saw tonight, you don’t even want him. You know that now, right?”

There’s something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.

“I just–”

“I meant it, you know,” Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.”

You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. “Really?”

“We don’t need to get into it now,” he shrugs, “but you know that. You know I’d do anything for you. You know I’d treat you well. ‘M not a bad guy.”

Your chest aches. “I know, but Eren–”

“So that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.

“You might have me there.”

“Better than horseface?”

“Watch it.”

The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. “We won’t talk about it, for now at least. I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can go watch–”

“Mamma Mia,” you blurt, hopeful.

“No fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.”

“Eren!” You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.

He grins crookedly back at you. “That’s not a no.”

Birthday Boy

A/N: Am I really celebrating a fictional character's birthday? Yeah, why not? Please send some requests. I am running out of smau ideas.

Happy birthday to this cutie patootie! (This fandom is dying RIP)

CW: Suggestiveness, Eren

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