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Sukuna Ryomen and Soraya Montenegro have the same Villain Energy, so here are some redraws of my favourites memes! 😆 
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I need Eren in my life
insomnia + bf eren headcanons
cw: fluff, clingy eren, smut, cunnilingus.
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he isn't the type to kiss you first thing in the morning with "morning, beautiful" in fact, you wake up first to find him wrapped around you, his head would lay on your chest with strong arms snaking around you, brown hair spread out covering his face while he tries to collect your warmness
that's how eren really is in the relationship, he holds. he cuddles you where ever and whenever. you both arent good at showing emotions so touching and holding are your ways of showing love.
he is very quiet, when you first met he whispered his words to you -he found you absolutely beautiful and you took everything out of him- even when you started a relationship it still seemed he was shy, but when you saw how he was with his friends you realized he showed a lot more to you then he did to anyone
you love him so much, he has deep purple eye bags that you find handsome with shoulder-length chocolate brown hair he rarely ties up, he is surprisingly built -you find cocky guys with his body but he is anything but that. later you'd find out that working out helps him sleep better-
sleeping. eren has been diagnosed with insomnia, going on medication tho he says you're his remedy, you'd laugh and say you're flattered and that you'll never leave his side but it wasn't until you were sick you realize how much of that was true
when you had the flu he took care of you, brushing your hair with his fingers as you rested against the couch, making you soup and getting you medicine while watching bad movies with you all day, but night fell around and he retreated to your bedroom. an hour passed and you were still up thanks to coughing and a sore throat, you watched as he slowly came into view, sleepy eyes and his fingers loosely holding his pillow
"'m sorry…I can't sleep-" he got caught off guard when he saw you sitting up while opening up your blanket, a smile on your face as he walked over to snuggle with you
"you'll get sick" you warned as you softly played with his hair "I don't care"
you guys shower together. always. he gets pouty when you shower without him, making you have to cheer him up with kisses and hugs. he needs to wrap his arms around you as you both stand in the shower, he needs to kiss your neck while rubbing your body, he needs to wash your hair and he needs you to wash his.
eren loves it when you play with his hair, too shy to ask for it directly -you learned to read his mind after a couple of weeks- he'd dangle his loose hair so you'll just have to play with it
another thing he loves, is sex. it doesn't seem like it from his shy personality but the man loves some hot sticky sex with you. his favorite position is you riding him because you get tired too fast so he gets to ram into you, he loves it because you grab his hair and dig your face goes into his head while his goes into your shoulder. another favorite is missionary when he is feeling a bit calmer, he loves watching your face contort into pleasure as his cock drags in and out of your drooling hole.
another thing! cunnilingus. he loves the taste of your pussy and tries to get in between your thighs at any chance. he usually has his hand going up to grope your boobs as his tongue fucks its way into your hole, and when you cum he will lick it all up and do it again because it tastes so good.
kinks. if it wasn't obvious already he isn't so much of a dirty talker, he mumbles things like "you feel really good" and "I love you so much" tho…he does have a few kinks. hair pulling, obviously. voice, your moans bring him so fucking close. praising, you make him feel so special when you say he feels good. and surprisingly enough, breeding.
yes, once and a while when you have completely hot sex, when he is holding your legs up and fucking you like your some whore he mutters "mm, wanna get you pregnant" he isn't ready for a baby and neither are you but in that moment. he is getting you pregnant no matter what. "wanna fill you up and have a baby" "want you to have my babies"
and most importantly, eren is so deeply and so fucking in love with you.
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an: i love this eren sm
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OLD HABITS | EREN J. X F!READER 18+
— ‘old habits die hard;’ people are often reluctant to change their way of doing something, especially something which they have been doing for a long time.
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— eren j. x f!reader
“too toxic to stay together. too toxic to stay apart.”
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genre ➝ angst, romance & drama
cw ➝ sexual content, toxic relationship, cheating, vulgar speech, eren with a tongue piercing, slight mean!dom eren, f. recieving (oral), soft!dom eren, he just loves you too much to let you go tbh
wc ➝ 15.3k
a/n: it feels like i’ve been away on a hiatus when rly i’ve been doing so much writing, my head feels like it’s going to explode LOL so don’t worry, more to come from me! even tho no one asked for all this angst, i figured there’s ppl out there that like to cry as much as i do so enjoyy & rbs are very appreciated <3
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"I'll do anything! Tell me what to do, just tell me," Eren begs with his knees pushed into the carpeted floor of the living room, hands clasped together in hopes for a miracle. Hoping that the universe is kind to him for once and helps him keep you from really leaving him this time. It's almost pointless to hold out so much hope but he's got no other choice. He's fucked up this time. He's really fucked this one up, and doesn't know how to mend things back together now.
He even worries if this is his last chance at redemption. That there's not going to be another one after this. That you're going to walk out of his life for good with no chance of turning this train wreck back around. Eren finds himself spinning at the thought of not waking up next to you in the morning. Not getting another chance to smell yet another wonderful breakfast that you often make when you stay over his place. Missing out on watching you smile and get embarrassed whenever he kisses your cheek in public and lets everyone know that you're his. That he's proud to call you his because he is. At least, he thinks so.
No. He's pretty sure.
Eren's aware that he should've just treated you better. This is the final straw. You're not going to hear him out this time, and it's going to break his heart but he gets it. Why should you stay? Why stay with someone that claims to love you but fucks other women when you're not around? He's got a problem. He can admit that, and he's not the type of guy to stick to a committed relationship anyways but there's something different about you that he just can't let go of.
You're special. You care about him. You're selfless. You're honest, and loving. You remind him so much of his mom that maybe that's it. Maybe that's why it hurts too much to let you go. Carla hasn't treated him the best but she's still his mother. A woman he loves more than anyone in the world. All except you. He adores you, but why can't he show that? Why does he still sleep around knowing he's got you now? He knows you're all that he needs but it's a habit he just can't break.
He's got issues, and maybe he has to fix them without you giving him another failed chance at figuring that out.
"I'm sorry, but," he can feel it. The tightness in his chest. God, it hurts. He wants you to make it stop. To hear him out one last time. Even though you're standing right in front of him, it looks like you've already left him. Your eyes are soulless. Like there's nothing left. That pains him so much he feels sick to his stomach. What has he done? "There's nothing you can do now. We're done here."
When you slowly walk away from him, he's blinded by the familiar scent of your perfume. It crashes against his senses and his vision is now blurry with tears. He glances down at his hands and they're shaking with emotion. An emotion he can't place with just one word because it feels like they're all screaming at him at once.
He can't see and he can't focus. The room feels suffocating. He's dizzy. Is he going to pass out? Die of a heartbreak? Is this what that feels like? He's heard of people dying from heartbreak but has always thought it's just been a myth. Maybe he was wrong. This definitely doesn't feel normal. What can he do to fix this? Can he fix it?
"It's all my fault," he tells himself, finding it hard to swallow with the lump in his throat. "What have I done?"
You're closer to the door now and about to leave when he blinks himself back into reality. If he doesn't fight for you, then it's really over. This has happened way too many times to count, but he believes through all the shit he's put you through, there lies hope after all because he can change. Yes! That's it! He'll just change and then things will be good again! He just needs to convince you of that one more time to get you to understand that he loves you and wants to be with you forever.
He needs this. He needs you to stay because without you there and around him — he's nothing. And he can't handle being nothing because that would mean the darkness has won, and there's no longer a point to his miserable existence.
'A man will love what he has lost because he loses that sense of familiarity. He knows there's no coming back from his mistakes so he gets desperate. Tears the world apart to replicate that lost love but he'll never find it. You can't mimic a love like that. There will always lay that hole inside of him; wailing for its other half. When she left, she left him to die a painful death. A tragic love story, is it not?' — Unknown
Your hand is on the doorknob when he clutches at your arm, a broken but wild expression on his face. His face is full of tears and he's panting like he's just run a marathon. He looks shattered. You don't know this person in front of you anymore. This isn't the same man that you've been dating for three years, no. This is a man that has finally realized that this time...there's no fixing it. No words can patch up all of the hurt he's put you through, and he knows that so why is so willing to try? It won't make a difference. Your decision is firm. You have to go. You have to do this for yourself or the painful cycle of him hurting you this way will never end.
Eren can't envision a more heartbreaking moment in his life, and he's scared.
He should be.
He stares at you for what feels like an eternity until you speak up, "What? Gonna beg me not to go just so you can hurt me all over again?" Your voice is shaky, and your heart feels like it wants to protrude right from your chest but you don't allow it. You can't let him see that vulnerability. That weakness because he'll only exploit it. Use it against you again because he'll get another chance to take a knife to your broken soul, possibly ending you for good. He won't get that sort of satisfaction, no. Not this time.
"It never ends with you and I want it to end now."
When you yank your arm free from his grasp, again, he falls to your feet and opens his palms out to you."Please don't do this," he pleads, letting your name roll over his lying tongue, trying to reach out to the parts of you that he feels are still listening to him. That's still willing to entertain this show he's so desperate to put on for you. "I'll do anything. Whatever I have to do, I'll do it. I know you don't believe me and why should you? I just... I won't be able to live without you. I don't know how."
True, you've seen Eren beg but not like this. No, this is a different version of the same story. Here lies a man with an exceptional ego, and has never let himself fall to a level where he has to beg to get his way. Usually, he takes a more manipulating turn to get you to stay because it's always worked but now... Now he's resorted to saying to hell with it all.
It's clear he wants you to stay but at what cost? What will change? Will he change this time? There's never a guarantee so you're too scared to take that chance. He can't get another shot at hurting you because you're terrified it's going to rip you apart for good.
You're staring down at him, one hand on the door and the other in a fist by your side. You can feel the tears behind your eyes but you can't let them fall. He needs to see this. See you being strong enough not to show your emotions. He needs to remember you like this because maybe it'll help him grow in the future.
Maybe he's not ready to love you right now. Maybe you're never meant to be loved by him. It's possible he's just meant to be a lesson. An experience you can take to your next relationship. If you look at it like that, maybe it'll hurt less when you finally walk out that door and never look back.
"Eren," you mutter his name softly, shutting your eyes for just a moment to relieve the pain you feel as your nose burns from you holding back the urge to cry it all out, "Take care of yourself, will you? I don't want to leave here without knowing that you'll be okay without me." You take a deep breath and connect your gaze with him again, huffing out a dry laugh. "Then again, you'll probably end up replacing me as soon as I leave to cover up our dating, huh?" He blinks up at you, looking at you with slight guilt behind those beautiful green pools of dishonesty, almost giving you the exact same answer you have in your head. "Because that's how you cope, right?"
He doesn't say anything and it almost makes you want to laugh like you've lost your mind because maybe you have. Eren's driven you completely insane. He's toxic for too many reasons to list and only has the desire to hurt you again and again, thinking his time will never run out. This has to happen. He needs to know that this can't continue. That you won't continue to put up with this anymore. You've reached your breaking point, and he finally realizes that.
"I won't do that!" He exclaims, trying to take your hand but you move it out of his reach.
"Stop lying! Just stop fucking lying to me already! I'm halfway out the door and you can't give me the truth just this once?!" Your lip quivers, and you're so close to breaking down. This has to end now. There's no saving what could've been. Maybe it's been over since the day it started. Destined to fail either way. "You still act like a child, Eren. You refuse to grow up and be the man that I need you to be. I won't let myself stay in this hell loop with you. I won't," you shake your head at him and bend, snatching up your duffle bag. "Just take care of yourself. I won't block you on social media or your number. Don't contact me unless you really have to, and if you abuse that — I'll have no choice but to shut you out."
His face looks dejected. Void of any emotion. The tears that fall now are tears that couldn't stay behind his eyes any longer. He doesn't even blink them away. He lets them cloud his vision of you opening the door, the cool chill of the wind pushing back your coat and feeling it caress his fingertips as he stays on the floor, heartbroken.
You finally turn your head away from him, refusing to torment yourself with the agonizing look on his face any longer. If it's how you're going to remember him, maybe it's for the best. The good times between you and him aren't enough to shroud the bad moments that have led up to all of this. You can't forget any of it so you let yourself hang onto those memories as you cross the threshold, ultimately walking out of his life forever.
- Three Years Later -
The sun peeks over the horizon, birds casting their wings into the sky as the day begins to break.
Their incessant chirping is what stirs you awake, moaning under your breath trying to stretch out your body. Your waking bones crack and pop, preparing for a day of movement. Afterwards, you turn your head to look at the man in bed next to you, a soft smile slowly blooming across your lips. You let your chin rest on your arm as you stare at the beautiful man, so deep in slumber with a gentle snore. It's tempting to touch him but you can't wake him. You're too mesmerized by the sight of his delicate features that lay unbothered by the thin line of sun that's trying its' best to disturb him.
For a moment, you lay there, watching him sleep when you get your fill for the day and tentatively shuffle out of bed. You pad over and fix the curtains to where they aren't bothering the pretty man in your bed and with another loving smile towards him, you finally make your way out of the room and down to the kitchen to get started on a small breakfast.
Thankfully, you aren't in the kitchen for very long. Just like you, he isn't a huge breakfast person so there isn't much to cook. You settle for eggs, bacon, a couple of bagels and avocado on the side with two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice. The moment you sit the food down on the table is the moment you feel warm lips touch at your shoulder. Equally warm hands slide down over the cool chill bumps along your arms, melting them away with each passing brush. Those very same lips glide up to your ear, and your skin heats up feeling them take your earlobe with dangerous intent.
Before it can go any further, you sit the other glass of juice down and turn around to face your attacker. He grins down at you as you let a hand of his slide back up your arm to your neck to hold you there, gently. He treats you like porcelain; pretty glass. A fragile soul, you are. He looks into your eyes and sees nothing but what you want him to see, which is everything. You're completely open and at first it was scary, but now that you know who he is, that he can be trusted — you've given yourself to him like an open book. A book so worn out, so torn apart, it's almost unrecognizable but he sees you.
He's been here to heal the pain and mend the hurt done by your ex boyfriend. None of it has scared him off which in turn has scared you because how can someone so perfect exist and want to love you? You, out of all people?
"Jean," you breathe into the silence, his name slipping from your cool lips like a whisper in the wind but it's clear enough to him. He hums, but doesn't say a word. When you feel his lips press against yours, the butterflies in your stomach begin to bat around like crazy. Each time he kisses you, you wonder if it's going to be your last.
Eren's done a number on you. It's hard to believe that Jean is this complacent. This understanding. He doesn't even argue with you. He's quiet; calculative. A good listener, too. It's unbelievable. Is it wrong that you're still waiting for the punchline in all of this. Waiting for the moment that he uses your brittle and damaged heart to his liking, and destroys you once and for all? It can't be when you're still carrying around the guilt of leaving Eren that fateful night.
It still haunts you every once and a while. Sometimes, you wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare about him that you can't shake for the rest of the day. Sometimes, they're just dreams about moments that you spent with him that weren't all that bad. Those are the ones that feel more like nightmares than the actual nightmares. How it used to feel when he kept a hand at your waist, whispering in your ear how beautiful you look in the dress he got you. How it used to feel when you'd change in front of the body mirror in the bedroom getting ready to go out with him or some friends, and catch his intense gaze on you through the very mirror you were standing in front of. How he'd tell you that there's no shame at staring at such a pretty woman such as yourself. That he was so lucky to have you. He often talked about you like you were a prize he'd won. Deep down, you hated it but never said anything about it. Too caught up in believing what he told you that you ignormusly thought to be true.
It's unfair that you're still being haunted by those memories when you've seen him move on already. Not even a week after you left him did you find him with another woman on his instagram. Like he wanted you to know how happy he was to move on. She was beautiful and you half expected it to happen, but so soon? You didn't meet Jean until a few months after leaving Eren. He moved on so quickly, it almost gave you whiplash.
While he's busy treating this woman ten times better than he's ever treated you, you're stuck in the past. Jean doesn't fault you for it and even embraces and holds you on those rare nights you wake up from your sleep crying because of Eren. He doesn't judge. He simply lets you know he's there for you, and holds you until you fall right back to sleep. When you woke up with a pounding headache from the night before, you'd found aspirin and a fresh glass of water on the bedside table with a cute note in his messy handwriting. It's something you've never gotten from Eren, and it made you cry yet again. Jean had come flying into the room, having been in the bathroom across the hall washing his hands, and took you into his strong arms, asking what's wrong. To his surprise, you told him and he didn't waste any time giving you a smile he knows you like to see.
You cried because you loved the things he did for you. Always so thoughtful and never judges you. You were neglecting a lot of things a relationship should provide. Jean takes you on a date every Friday night. He spends the entire night listening to you, sharing stories from his joyous childhood, crazy exes and friends that he often misses from back home. It's different, being with him. There isn't the stress of watching him when a woman passes the two of you because you're afraid he's staring at her and not you. However, you'd find his eyes stuck on you the entire time.
It's as if he doesn't see anyone in the world but you and it's a strange feeling. He kisses your cheek and holds your hand in public. Doesn't stop to talk to someone he knows while on a date, and gives his undivided attention to you. He knows you're a bit insecure so he's conscious of not doing certain things and reading your expression when you're uncomfortable and ready to go back home. He loves you better than anyone from your past and it's comforting. Scary, but comforting. He's what you've been needing for a very long time.
"Yes my beautiful girl," he answers, moving his hand to your cheek, tracing a thumb over your cheekbones. There's nothing but love in his eyes, and it almost makes you want to look away. You lean into his touch, and sigh.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Mm, I did but then the bed felt a little cold so I looked over and found it empty. I missed you," he pokes his bottom lip out, and you're melting on the spot.
"Clingy."
He chuckles, kisses your other cheek and slips away to sit at his usual spot at the table. "Everything looks good. Thank you baby," he places a hand at your waist and you nod, watching him scoop some eggs and bacon on his plate.
It's quiet while you two eat, except for the shower of rain outside. The forecast didn't mention rain but you welcomed it. It's been excruciatingly hot recently, so the sudden reprieve is nice. After breakfast, you shower together and get ready for the day. It's a Friday, which is date night, but Jean has something a little different planned. He asked you a week ago if you wanted to spend date night at a cocktail party his friend, Mikasa, is hosting and you said yes. Parties aren't typically your thing but it can't hurt to go. Plus, Mikasa is important to him. She's been like a close sister to him for a pretty long time and you've yet to meet such a spectacular woman.
So you're now standing in front of the bathroom mirror, putting on some finishing touches. Your makeup is kept light and natural, lips covered in a soft sweep of gloss. You're wearing a maroon dress that stops at your thighs and hugs you in places you're most confident in. It's simple, without any special designs, and complete with a pair of metallic gold heels with straps that go up to your calves.
As you're looking in the mirror, you're wondering how Jean ended up settling with you. Why did he choose you out of billions of people in the world? It sounds silly to think about but your anxiety over it stresses you out sometimes. He's got everything people look for in a partner, but here he is. With you. Is he wasting his time here? You're still getting over Eren, and it hasn't been easy.. Is he getting tired and just hasn't talked to you about it? He's given you no reason to doubt his intentions with you and has treated you with nothing but respect. There isn't a specific reason as to why you're having these thoughts but they're bothersome when he's always giving you reasons to trust his love for you.
The way he cares for you, it's genuine. People on the streets have complimented the two of you. More specifically the older generation as they aren't too shy about speaking their minds when it comes to catching a cute couple out and about. All in all, you have nothing to worry about. You tell yourself that almost everyday to ease the troublesome thoughts.
Jean loves you, and always will.
That makes you smile and he catches you by stopping at the door, wearing a smile of his own as his eyes sweep along your attire for the evening. He gives you a light whistle, and you giggle, giving him a short twirl that makes him pull you against his chest."God, not only do you look good but smell good too."
"Stop," you mumble and try to look away. Slender fingers at your chin shift you back forward, forced to hold his strong gaze once more.
"You're beautiful." His lips press against your forehead, then your cheeks, your eyelids, your nose and finally your lips. He stays there, letting you yearn for more when you feel the tip of his tongue slide across your bottom lip, teasing you. You're clutching at his ironed shirt, mind dazed with the smell of his cologne and the scent of fresh linen. Jean smells like home. Your home. You wish to be nowhere but here. With him, for an eternity. However, a party awaits.
Reluctantly, he's the first to pull back and you're slightly thankful because you needed the air. He lets out a short breath, pushing a few escaped strands behind your ear. "Ready?"
You aren't sure how the night's going to go because you won't know anyone there except Jean and maybe Mikasa, but you're wanting to think positively for once. It's going to be a good night. Is hope really that bad to have?
"Yes. Ready."
He gives your lips a final peck before taking your hand in his bigger and much warmer one.
"Let's go."
- Cocktail Party -
Hope is such a fickle thing.
It tends to bounce between the good and the bad.
Before leaving the apartment, you were in good spirits about the party. Rightfully so as the moment you got there, you were immediately greeted at the door by none other than Mikasa herself, and she was dressed gorgeously. She greeted you with two air kisses near both cheeks, gave you a hug and rushed you both in with excitement radiating off of her calming aura. She spoke with Jean for a moment to catch up while you were quickly offered a drink by someone from the catering staff. Then, she branched off to go and greet a few other people that arrived after you and Jean, and was led to a table a bit ways from everyone else.
The party’s not bad. There's quite a few people but it's not something you can't handle.
Jean knows not to leave your side for too long or you'll get anxious because again, parties aren't typically your thing. Even so, it's nice to finally meet Mikasa. You've heard enough about her to know that she's someone special to your boyfriend and anyone special to him is worth the meet.
She's a sweet girl. Constantly fluttering about the room, speaking to practically everyone with nothing but a kind smile on her face. You find yourself liking her presence already, and have the urge to ask her about having a shopping date sometime soon just to get to know her better. You joked with Jean that you're wanting to steal her away, and he put his hands up saying, "Hey, go for it."
As you're settling into the party, things...take a turn.
Here you are, sitting with him talking about Mikasa when you notice someone walk in. Not just anyone. No, because that'll mean fate has you in its best interest. No...
The shoulder length brown hair is the dead giveaway.
He has half of it tied up in a loose bun, a messy style that looks elegant with his dark features. His green iries light up the room, everyone turning around and looking over their shoulders to stare at him as he flashes Mikasa a bright smile that clearly makes her blush. Slowly, the puzzle pieces start to come together and it finishes when he places a chaste kiss to her lips. It's like your heart falls to your feet. This can't be happening. He's not here. Maybe he's an illusion. It's been hard getting him out of your head, you almost wonder if this has all been just a dream.
"Hey," Jean mutters lowly, a worried look on his face with a hand against your lower back, "Everything alright?"
You're so far into your thoughts that his voice sounds a million miles away. It echoes in your mind, and you can't make sense of it. Your eyes are glued on Eren talking to a bunch of people across the room, but it feels like he's standing right in front of you. Ever since you saw that post about him being with someone else, you unfollowed him everywhere and did your best to forget about him like he so obviously forgot about you. Didn't quite work since that came with nightmares every so often.
Even so, you've wondered how life has treated him ever since the breakup. Been itching to check his social media for just a small taste at his new life. You've been holding yourself back and things haven't been perfect but it's been manageable. Well, up until now of course.
Seeing him again brings on an old crash wave of emotions that you aren't able to handle right now. Not in front of your boyfriend. You'd rather die a suffering death than have him see you this way. Not now. It's supposed to be date night, but like everything else, Eren always finds a way to make it about him and ruin things.
Not this time. No, this time, you're taking action first.
"Hey!"
Jean turns his head to the right and sees his best friend Mikasa cutting through the crowd of people with a big smile, waving. She points at Eren and you watch Jean smile back, waving them both over.The nightmare suddenly becomes a reality. Your stomach is now in knots. You can feel it. You're gonna throw up. You can't do this. Not now. Not ever.
Quickly, you look at Jean, "Hey, I think I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a secon-"
Then...you hear your name.
It sounds so horribly sweet coming from such tormenting lips. It's been so long since you've heard him say it. It almost feels wrong. Despite that, a part of you, selfishly, wants to hear him say it again. That's the moment you know indefinitely that you have to get up and walk away because when you walked away that night, you vowed you would never speak to him again. It was for a reason, and you can't allow yourself to go back on that now or all of your efforts up until now will only be a waste.
Once Mikasa and Eren are in front of the table, you quickly jet up from your seat and lock eyes with Jean who's looking at you with nothing but concern.
"I'll be back. Please don't look for me."
He tries to reach out for you, but you're already swiveling around with your purse in hand, heading off into the opposite direction. His face falls and he's brought back to reality when he hears Mikasa's voice. She asks if things are okay and he indulges her with the truth. That he isn't sure, and the two talk while Eren's eyes follow you pushing and squeezing through the crowd to get away from him.
Truthfully, he's come with innocent intentions tonight. He doesn't have plans on being vindictive towards you, and wishes to mend some sort of friendship between you and him. Though, it doesn't look like that's ever going to happen. Not when you can't even stand to be around him.
A wistful slips past his lips as he forces himself to fall into the conversation, half of his mind on you the entire time.
When you make it to the restroom, you plunge inside, half expecting other women to be there but it's thankfully empty. You lock the door, and place your purse on one of the sinks, looking at the mirror. The distraught reflection of your expression mirrors back at you, forcing you to become painfully aware of just how much his presence has affected you. Then your eyes begin to water, and you drop your head, unable to watch yourself go through the same pain that you'd gone through years ago when you left that night.
Why is he here? Why is he dating Jean's best friend? It only means you'll have to see him a lot more than you're ready to, and it makes you sicker. You wonder if he even understands what you're going through. What you've been going through for the past few years. You loved him so much. Dealing with that kind of loss just hasn't been an easy rode to go down. Some days are better than most but it's all because of him. He's hurt you so bad that it's affected your relationship with Jean. Luckily not enough to drive him away but enough to put a strain on it from your end.
Without being near, Eren is still ruining your life and you're now beginning to wonder if it'll ever end. Is the universe trying to tell you something or teach you another lesson? What lesson can be learned from seeing a ghost from your ugly past again? What's the point in that? You're happy with Jean.
Right?
"Right?" You ask yourself aloud again, looking up to stare back at your reflection.
You're over Eren. Of course you are. Him coming back doesn't mean anything. It's just unwanted memories trying to resurface. Trying to ruin things between you and Jean. In fact, you begin to see this as a test towards your very happy relationship. A small test that you're going to overcome because you hold no feelings for your ex anymore. You're happy and settled with Jean, and that's that. It can't hurt to be cordial with Eren, could it? You aren't enemies, just exes. That doesn't warrant treating him like he's some sort of disease. He's found happiness and you should be happy for him like you're sure he's happy for you. He didn't contact you, didn't block you; just left things as they were. That's something you can respect.
Maybe there can be a friendship down the road.
You blink at the mirror, blank faced.
"Yeah, that's going a little far for now," you admit to yourself, almost laughing. Eren just needs to know that you don't hate him. You have no reason to. All of that's been left in the past and there's no need to stir things back up just because you have yet to heal.
Just as you're almost done with your little pep talk, a knock sounds off at the door causing you to jump at the sudden intrusion. Curious and with a raised eyebrow, you speak, "Uh...yeah?" because the door is locked which is obvious from the outside so if someone's trying to rush you, they're going to get a real stink eye from you when you leave.
The deep voice from behind the door almost makes you want to fall through the floor and ditch everything you'd just said about being cordial with Eren.
"Hey, just checking on you. Are you okay?"
His voice... You still aren't used to hearing it again and instead of it bringing back horrible memories, it only serves to warm your skin from the chill of the cold bathroom you're standing in. Soothing like a lullaby and as warm as a crackling fire on a snowy day. Eren's got a voice that's equipped to command anyone to do whatever he so desires. He doesn't even have to look at someone to get what he wants. Speaking it serves the same results. It's what freezes your movements, and keeps your own voice at bay.
You hear a faint thud, almost too low to catch, against the door. Then you hear him sigh. "Don't worry. I didn't follow you or anything like that. Jean told me this is where you might be. Like I needed him to tell me that. You always used to hide out in bathrooms back then too, didn't you."
The last bit doesn't come off like a question so you stay silent (like you'd answer it anyways).
"Look...I know this isn't really the time for it but will there ever be a good time? I mean, let's face it. We've got a pretty fucked up past, you and I. I know that. I didn't show up here to make you go through all of those emotions again. Really. I'm here for Mika. She's...she's amazing, you know."
You can hear the smile in his voice the moment her name tumbles out of his mouth. Has he ever done that talking about you? Felt happy talking about you to other people? You doubt it.
"I had a hard time when you left that night." His hand against the door curls into a ball, eyebrows creased together in thought. "I meant what I said. I had no clue how to move on without you. Then, a friend said I needed to get out of the house or I'd end up becoming a hermit so we went to the LvL 19. That club me and you used to go to sometimes? I met her there."
It isn't hard to remember that place. It was always fun going with him. You used to worry that he'd only end up forgetting about you once he saw other girls there but his attention was always on you. Maybe it was to keep an eye out for any other guy that tried to approach you, which some did, or maybe he legitimately couldn't see anyone else but you. Back then, you believed nothing but the latter.
A mistake you made, like many others.
Eren chuckles, "She was so drunk too. Her friends weren't sober enough to pay her much attention so I watched her. Strange guys kept trying to approach her but she was feisty even with alcohol in her system. She was aware of her surroundings and knew how to scare them all off. I liked that."
Why's he telling you all of this? Why do you need to hear about him and his love story with Mikasa? No disrespect, but you don't really care to hear any of it. It's got nothing to do with you, and you don't feel it's something an ex should talk about the first time they meet their ex after a few years of not seeing or speaking to each other.
"Anyways," he sighs, "The reason I'm telling you this is because I'm happy and I can see that you are too. I didn't come to ruin things between you and Jean. Truthfully, I just hope he's been treating you right. Better than I ever did..."
Your eyes fall to the sink, listening to his cheerful tone fall low, probably reliving all of his mistakes from the past.
"There's a lot I could've done differently and I've been able to see that now. I've done a lot of self reflecting, and dealt with things from my past that made me that way. Us being apart helped shape me into who I am today and I wanted to show you that. I've been wanting to reach out to you but you said not to ever contact you again unless it was important so...yeah."
With a sigh of your own, you grab your purse and head to the door. Upon unlocking and opening it, you find Eren right there, looking at you with a mournful expression. He takes a step back to give you some space but you tug him inside by the collar of his shirt, shutting and locking the door again. It wasn't your original plan but it's better to have the conversation privately than somewhere where Mikasa or Jean can catch the two of you. You plan on ending the tension between you and Eren here, once and for all. You want to have a good relationship with him. It seems like he's done a lot of growing up, and it's enough to make you rethink a lot of things.
He's surprised, but swallows and tries not to stand so close to not make you feel overwhelmed.
Rubbing your neck, you try to find your bearings. It's now or never.
"Eren, I don't hate you, okay?" It's like all of the tension in his shoulders collapses off of his body and he visibly relaxes under your soft gaze.
"Well that's a relief."
"Things weren't great between us but it's been a few years. We've both grown up. I think it would be childish to hold any animosity towards you now. Don't you think so?"
He nods, biting into his bottom lip. "I mean, yeah? I don't hate you either. We just didn't work and we're old enough to realize that not being friends when our partners are best friends would be kind of weird."
"Yeah," you admit, letting out a tired breath. "Friends?"
Eren grins and his entire face lights up again except this time, you're able to see it and fuck have you missed that look on his face. A lot more than you're willing to admit out loud, even now when things have a good shot at going back to some sort of normalcy.
"Nah, best friends," he says and you roll your eyes at his hopeless response, watching him with playful narrowed eyes when he stretches his arms out to you. "C'mere. Give me a hug."
For a moment, you stare. Then you laugh, "Yeah. No fucking way. We're cool, but not that cool."
When he pouts at you, it's hard to believe you've won the battle. He knows one of his specialties is his infamous puppy dog face, and it never fails. Not even when he's now your ex boyfriend.
"Fine," You groan, shoulders hung in defeat as you walk into the embrace.
Just as you're about to close your arms around him, the tip of your heel gets caught in the uprooted crack in the floor, falling forward. It happens much faster than he's able to foresee and you catch onto his shirt as he yelps, toppling with you to the cold tile ground. Your back meets the floor and you expect your head to hit it next when a warm hand blocks it from the impact.
The fall, thankfully, isn't that bad, but parts of your body ache in response. You groan, and turn your head forward to realize the position you're in.
Eren's now on top of you, body completely flushed against your own, and his face is close. Too close. He's staring at you with wide eyes and you try to swallow, fighting to keep your mind off of the fact that you're able to feel every single part of him pressed against you. When he exhales, you inhale and find his minty breath to not be all that bad.
Why are you still laying here? Why not get up? Or push him off, for that matter? You two should not be this close. Not right now. Not when...
When what? You don't like him. You left all of your feelings with him when you walked away that night. Eren means no more to you than a potential friend. That's it.
Right?
"-alright?" He shoots a question that you only partially catch as you rope yourself back into the present situation. His eyes dart along the parts he's able to inspect then uses the hand that's still at the back of your head to turn it sideways.
"Hey!" you protest but he's got a concentrated look on his face, searching for whatever he's looking for.
"Be still, idiot. M'just checking for blood. Trying to make sure you don't have brain damage. Oh wait. You already do."
"Die."
The unnecessary conversation makes you scrunch up your nose, but you let him do it. The fall wasn't as bad as you were thinking when it was happening, but maybe the adrenaline you're still feeling has disguised any wounds you might have sustained from it. Either way, if there's any, he'll find them.
It's quiet while he checks. You find yourself looking at him through the corner of your eyes, lashes fluttering as the nerves in your system run wild. He's so close, you can feel his breath on your neck. How is he not done yet? You feel fine, if the erratic thumping of your heart and raised pulse rate doesn't mean anything. It's all because of him. It's always because of Eren, now that you really give it some thought. If he hadn't of asked for that stupid hug, you two wouldn't be on the ground right now. He wouldn't be on top of you, caging you in and keeping you from going anywhere. You wouldn't be forced to think about how lined his pelvis is to yours and how you're sure he's able to tell you're on the verge of hyperventilating with your chest so tightly pressed against his. It's annoying. It's all so annoying! Stupid Eren. Stupid party. Stupid Jean- Oh god.
Your eyes widen. Jean. Your boyfriend. Your poor, innocent boyfriend, still out there, waiting for you to come back. What's he thinking now? You aren't even sure that Eren made a clean getaway from the table without Jean watching where he went. What if Jean knows he went to find yo-
Oh god. He knows.
Suddenly, the memory of Eren mentioning how Jean let him know where he thought you might be comes rushing back in like a dangerous tidal wave. Jean knows where you two are, and it's suspicious that you nor him are back yet. Wait. What does Mikasa think? Jean isn't a jealous guy and he knows how much you hated Eren.... Hated. Past tense. No, now you kind of like him.
You visibly cringe. That's stretching it. You now tolerate him. Okay. That's better.
You now tolerate Eren so your poor boyfriend has no clue that things are now settled between you and Eren. He probably doesn't even suspect anything but what about Mikasa? If she's a jealous person, she'd be banging at the door by now asking for answers on the whereabouts of her boyfri- fiancé, more like. Unfortunately, that piece of information also came rolling in. Then again, it's probably silly to look at this situation for more than what it really is. Eren's protected you, somewhat, from the harsh fall and you're now letting him check for any damage. You can't move because it's evident he works out and is ten times heavier and stronger than you, but what's the fuss? The door's locked and so far, no one's tried to come in. There's positives to this, you now realize, so you calm down and wait for it to be over. That is...until you feel a pair of warm lips against yours.
With a muffled 'mm!', Eren's moving his lips against yours slowly, like he's trying to remember the feel of them. You slap at his shoulders and back but it's no use. He's kissing you, and it's wrong, but... Are you really doing everything you can to stop him? Push him away? If you raise your knee, even just a little bit, you've got the upper hand at kneeing him in the groin so why not try it? Or shove your nicely painted nails into his eyeballs? No... No, the truth is...you don't want him to stop and it becomes clear to him too when you feel a hand of his move to hold the side of your face.
You've got a wonderful boyfriend waiting for you on the other side of that door and Eren's got a beautiful fiancé that he likes to show off to everyone on his instagram to see patiently awaiting his return. Both of you shouldn't be in this predicament but here you are.
And the last thing you want is for him to stop kissing you.
He takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and groans when he feels your nails sink into his shoulders in response. When he pulls away, you do the same but bite down hard enough to draw a spot of blood and he hisses, pulling back. You're panting, trying to catch your breath and his emerald eyes are wild with want. With lust. You aren't sure what to make of it, but not a part of you wants to stop. You should. You should stop so why can't you? What is it about this man that you can't seem to get away from? Why is he doing this to you? You didn't ask him to come into your life and treat you as horribly as he has. Treat you second to every woman that's walked up to him. Ignored you when you cried in bed on those nights he hurt you. Told you that he loved you but not enough to put you first. He's crushed you in ways you know you'll never actually recover from but you can't seem to truly push him away. You've wanted him to come back into your life. You've wanted him to beg on his knees for you to take him back, but he never did it. Instead, he went off and found someone else to take your place. A woman he obviously plans on marrying soon. So why is he here? Laying on top of you, kissing you with her on the other side of that door?
You blink up at him in silence and he blinks back, unsure of what to say. Then your walls lower even more, eyes quickly filling up with tears.
"Why, Eren? Why are you doing this to me?" You ask him, voice cracking in the process. His heart shatters at such a broken tone, knowing he's the one responsible for those pretty tears rolling down the side of your face. He wishes an apology can be enough but it simply isn't. No word in the dictionary can fix all of the mistakes he's made and seems to continue making. He shouldn't have kissed you but he did. The troubling truth that he won't share is that he wants to do it again. Again and again because-
"I'm... I'm in love with you."
Five words. Five little words have managed to feel worse than stubbing your toe or falling right into a rose bush full of thorns as a child. Nothing compares to being told something that is so blatantly a lie. Another lie, after so many years. Hasn't he grown up from that by now? Mikasa seems like an honest person and probably prefers hearing the truth over a lie. Surely he didn't keep such a bad habit after all this time. Yet, here he is, right in front of you, telling you another lie.
It angers you enough to push at his chest, even when he doesn't budge. You do it again, but harder and he doesn't flinch. You're so angry with him that words fail you. You hit him until you can hardly see him through the tears, but quickly give up because it's pointless. None of it hurts him more than seeing you this way. It's obvious you want nothing to do with him but he can't ignore the desperation that lies in those pleading eyes of yours. That you hate him but love him more.
For so long, he's tried to pretend that Mikasa is enough for him. More so for the sake of proving to you that he's a better person, whether you'd ever want to see or speak to him again. He banked on you still keeping up with him via social media because it was the only way he was able to prove to you that he was capable of moving on. He made it look easy when it wasn't. Him and Mikasa fought a lot because of his feelings for you but that was something he didn't want to show on instagram. To you. Showing you that he was happy with her was all he had left after you left that night. Only thing he was able to hold onto to keep sane for the next couple of years. Seeing you tonight has been a turning point for him. He knows that Mikasa and Jean are still in the picture but he's willing to put it all on the line just to get you to see how much he's changed. That he's not the same man he was that night. He's ready to love you. To give you all of the things that he wasn't willing to give you in the past. If only you can see that.
"Get off of me."
Eren's lips part, nervous that you aren't willing to hear him out. His heart begins to race and his palms grow damp with sweat. The look on your face is evident; clear that you're done giving him the time of day but he's not. He needs you to understand that he's different now. He's better, and he wants to treat you better. He can.
He will.
"No."
Your nails are still dug into his shoulder so you deepen them but he doesn't show any sign of discomfort. His unreadable expression pisses you off even more.
"Eren, get the hell off of me. Now," you warn him but it's nothing you haven't said to him before. He's used to your temper but that was back then. You're a different person now. You're strong-minded and know what you do and don't deserve. One of those things is having to deal with a very confusing ex that, now that you think about it, should've continued staying as an ex instead of trying to make a friend out of him.
"Listen to me," he pleads, eyes softening under your fiery glare. "I'm not trying to hurt you-"
"Funny, because that's exactly what someone says right before they end up doing exactly that."
Eren sighs, "Well, I'm not." You scoff, and turn your head away from him. He allows it because he knows convincing you will be harder than trying to get you to give him your full attention. "I just wanna talk to you. Can you let me do that? Please?"
For a moment, you're dead quiet, mind spinning with plenty of thoughts over how you'd hide his body once you've drawn enough blood for his body to stop functioning. Then, your eyes slide back over to meet him, livid.
"Okay, manipulator. Talk. Not like I can go anywhere."
Eren manages to huff out a dry laugh before schooling his features back to being a bit more serious.
"Look, my feelings for you never went away."
"Hm."
"I still love you."
"Nothing but lies again. Cut the bullshit," you interrupt, now giving him the attention he's been wanting. "You've never loved me because if you did, you would've never cheated on me, treated me like shit and lied the entire relationship. You call that loving me? A real fucked up way of showing it, I'd say. You're crazy, Eren. Crazy to think I'd believe anything to ever come out of your mouth again. I'm not the same person you dated in the past. I know better now, trust me. Meaning," you lean forward, your nose almost touching his, sneering, "I want absolutely nothing to do with you. Ever. Do you understand? I want you to leave me the fuck alone. We're done. For good."
He has to admit, hearing you say those things — it hurt him. Bad. He knows he's hurt you in the past but to this extent? He's never paid much attention but he wishes he had because you two would still be together. Happy. In love, even. Wouldn't be trying to fill in those gaps with people that only satisfy you both halfway. He knows you're his soulmate and maybe you know it too. However, he wonders if the past is just too vast to get the sun to shine on who he is now. You're too damaged from his past mistakes to recognize the man he's shaped himself up to be today. For you.
But he'll be damned to let you get away for the second time.
When Eren makes no move to get off of you, your blood begins to boil. You remove your nails and choose to slap him across the face. His head turns just a bit from the force and a bright red spot blooms where you hit him. Still, he doesn't move. Instead, when you raise your hand for another go, he takes it and slams it down on the floor. You gasp out in slight fright and try to use your other hand when he grabs that one too.
"Eren, please," you mumble, feeling your lip tremble again. "Please let me go. Please."
"You sound so sad," he simply says, frowning as he presses his forehead against yours. You weep and he sighs in pain. "Don't be. I'm here. Let me take care of you. Let me show you who I am. Let me," he mutters and gently coaxes you into a kiss that feels like the first he's ever kissed you, but better. The fireworks are louder this time and there's even confetti. The butterflies in your stomach bat around in excitement while your heart stays hidden in your chest, too afraid to trust him again.
Eren knows that this is his last chance at giving you the love he should've given you all those years ago. You've always deserved better and he used to think he was the only one capable of giving you that but seeing the way you now are with someone else — it's made him think differently. Maybe you're better off with someone other than him. It seems that Jean's been able to put a smile on your face and keep it there whereas being with Eren... He just stopped seeing you smile as much as you did the first few months of the relationship. He's missed it. Seeing that pretty smile of yours, but it doesn't have the same effect seeing you smile for someone else.
He's not going to mess this up this time. He promises you. He promises to show you all the work he's put into himself to be able to love you the way you need to be loved. He's the only one able to do that for you and needs you to see that too. No other man can give you what he can and make you feel the way he can make you feel. You'll see it. He's going to make sure of it.
The more you fight him, the less strength you have. You kiss him back but you're half in the moment and half elsewhere. You're thinking about Jean. If he could see the way Eren's touching you now, he'd be devastated and thinking about it breaks your heart but on another note — it doesn't bother you. That's what ends up bothering you. You can't stand the idea of making Jean sad but you also can't ignore your feelings for Eren. He's always there in some way. If not in real life then in your nightmares, your dreams, your day dreams, your thoughts; everywhere. You can't escape him, and maybe you're just tired of trying. Tired of pretending that you'd never take Eren back when you don't have a clear answer to that because maybe...maybe you could.
His hands are on your hips now and though he's let go of your hands, he trusts that you won't fight him anymore and it's trust well put because you end up holding his face as your tongue brushes across his bottom lip. He winces, feeling the cut on his lip sting a bit but you allow yourself to smile a little, trying to reassure him that you won't try the same move again.
He opens his mouth and your tongue immediately attaches itself to his. He's falling deeper and deeper into you, likes he's seconds away from merging his body against your own. You want to be closer. To feel him touch every nook, every corner, every crevice of your body from the inside until he's marked you completely his because that's how it's been from the start. He's always been your true home. The place you find yourself running back to when you're scared, when you're nervous, when you're overjoyed and need to share it all with someone. Your mind has known all along that Jean's been someone with one single purpose. To warm a cold home until Eren's come back to light the candles and fill the place with familiar warmth. As much as it hurts to recognize what Jean's placement has been — it's the truth.
"Eren," you say in a hushed tone, lips a hairline away from his.
"Yeah?"
"I can't tell you that I love you back. I'm sorry."
"I know." He captures your face in his hands again, smiling. "You don't have to. I just needed you to hear me say it."
The silence is deafening but at least you know where you two stand now. It's a weird place but you know you'll have to sit down, and talk it out. Truthfully, where do you go from here? He's engaged and you're with Jean. If Eren loves you, does that mean...
Then you realize how none of this is going to work out like you want but what do you want? You still love Jean because he's been there for you. Helped glue back all of the pieces, bit by bit. He doesn't deserve getting cheated on because that's exactly what just happened. You kissed Eren, essentially turning the world upside down. You aren't sure what to do now. If you choose Eren, how will Jean take it? Will Mikasa even let it happen?
Your face falls at the thought of even crushing her like that. She doesn't deserve that either. Both have done their best to heal the damage done to you and Eren, love you both when no one else would. It's not fair.
As much as you want to be the selfish one here, you can't.
"So..." Eren presses, awkwardly rolling off of you to sit by your side. You sit up, and sigh. "What happens now?"
You want to laugh. As if either of you have a choice different from what's staring you two in the face right now.
"What do you mean?" You ask before standing up, grabbing your purse from the floor. He follows suit, and dusts his pants off from any visible lint or dirt.
"I mean, we kissed," he answers bluntly, whisking away a few stray strands of hair that rolled out of the loose bun from earlier. "Are we just going to not ever talk about it? Do anything? And then...I said I love you." You bite into your lip, avoiding eye contact for the sake of holding onto what's right. Eren frowns at the way you're being with him now as opposed to how you were seconds ago. "You regret it, don't you?"
He always comes up with assumptions on his own. He believes the worst before the best and sometimes that pulls at your heartstrings because maybe it comes from his past as a child. He never spoke much about that when you two were dating. Always kept his childhood a secret, but you've always known it was a crappy past. You've never forced him to talk about it but it's something you hoped he'd open up to you about someday, as friends or...
"I don't regret it, no," you reply, looking back at him. "I...I wanted to kiss you too. I just can't stand here and tell you that there's going to be more than that because there can't be. We can't."
"But what if we could?" He steps forward, closing the small space between you, and takes your face in his hands again, capturing your eyes, locking you in. "What if we could forget about everyone else and just be together. I'm not married yet and you aren't either. It'll hurt them, but let's be selfish. Just this once."
Your eyebrows twitch, feeling a rush of emotions burn through you all at once. You're looking into his eyes, switching from one to the other, mesmerized. This is the Eren that you were crying and begging the stars to send down while you laid in bed with him. Sorrowfully pouring out your emotions and heartache, praying for a miracle but a miracle never came. You've gone through too much suffering to give in now but what if he's telling the truth this time? What if he's indeed ready to love you now? Do you let him in?
"Then what?" You breathe out, shakily. His expression is unreadable but you don't let that stop you. "We get back together, using a sorry excuse for an apology towards Mikasa and Jean, and then we live happily ever after? You think that's how it'd go between us? Not even thinking about the way we'd make them feel, but how it's likely nothing will change this time just because you claim to have done some growing up. Eren," you shake your head, eyes closing for a moment. "Don't you see how much trust you've lost with me?" you reopen your eyes, and find him heartbroken. It's almost worse than the first time you've seen him like this. He's crushed and you can't help but feel remorseful but you're unsure about taking that leap with him. Not when there's so much that would be on the line for you.
With a depressed sigh, you continue, "I'm sorry, but I can't-"
"You can. You're just scared."
You blink. "Yeah. I am, actually. Scared you're gonna hurt me again, and I have every right to be."
"You do but," he leans his forehead against yours, licking his lips as he stares at yours. "You don't have to be. Not anymore."
You want to believe him. Desperately want to believe that he's changed and not the same man you were dating in the past. Maybe he's learned a few things, and worked some things out. He said so earlier but how much of that's true? It's unfair that you can't confirm any of it unless you take that leap again. You won't believe him unless you do, and that scares you just a little bit more.
"Eren, I-"
"Come with me."
"Huh?"
He backs up and takes your hand, unlocking the door with the other.
- Jean and Mikasa -
"So you really don't care?" Jean asks her, leaning up against the railing with a defeated look on his face. She blows out smoke that drifts away with the wind, not a trace of it in sight. She snorts, looking out into the distance where tops of the city can be seen.
"I'm in a relationship that neither of us wants to be in now. I mean, I love him, but I can't keep him from leaving me if he wants to go. So," she shrugs as if she doesn't care but he's not an idiot. He can tell she's hurt because he's known her all of his life. She's good at this. At drawing up her walls and pretending like nothing bothers her when it all does.
Sometimes, he believes she's too strong. Believes she has to be this strong person so that no one can tear her down when that only makes her invulnerable. Being vulnerable is one of the beautiful things about being human. Having open emotions and letting yourself become exposed to the world is a part of one's humanity. You can't expect to live a happy life boarding yourself up at home, thinking that's a good way to live. Can't tell Mikasa that though.
Jean's never seen her this broken. To someone else, she looks nonchalant. Like she doesn't have a care in the world when really, on the inside, she's been brought down to one knee — forced to surrender everything she's gotten used to. Behind those steel eyes of hers lies a woman that just wants to be loved. She's never wanted anything more and yet, it's been the one thing she can't seem to ever have.
At the beginning of the relationship, things were good. Hell, great even. Lots of sex, whispers of Eren's eternal love for her, showing her off to everyone he knows and kissing promises on her skin of wanting to spend the rest of his life with her. How they'd make a beautiful family together. All lies, right before her. She never once thought to open her eyes and see the truth. The truth is, he's never been able to get his ex off of his mind and maybe she purposely blinded herself to it in hopes that one day, he'd only see her.
Mikasa feels like a fool for falling for such a cheap shot. Love has never been her strong suit so why would it be now? Someone as beautiful, charismatic, charming and loving as Eren would never choose someone as broken and lovesick as her. Why is she always looking in the wrong places for love? Could that be it? She knows that she's got a certain type but Eren and other guys' she's dated have all been good to her. To some extent, at least. They never hit or hurt her in any other way except falling out of love with her.
What if she's the problem? Is she too boring? Does she not do enough? Why does she always get left behind? It's not fair. It's not fair.
"It's not fair," she mumbles out, sobbing to herself. The cigarette in her hand slips from her fingers and she covers her face, breaking down against the railing. "Why me? Why does this always happen to me? I don't understand. It's not fair."
"Come here."
Jean quickly pulls her into his embrace, holding her tightly as she cries into his chest, mumbling on and on about how her miserable life just isn't fair to her and it isn't. He knows she deserves better, and he wants her to have it. He just doesn't know what more to do to help her other than continue to be there for her.
So that's what he does because the truth is, he's hurting too and maybe they can find comfort in each other.
- Back to You and Eren -
He pulls you out of the bathroom and down the hall until you see stairs. Looking around, you start to wonder whose house this is. Jean said that Mikasa's the host of this party and you can't see her having a party anywhere but at her place so is it her house? It's not like you can tell since you didn't really get the chance to ask or anything.
Eren takes you up the stairs and down another long hallway. You don't fight him on it, simply curious to know where he's taking you. Soon, you're in front of a door and when he unlocks it with a key, your eyes are immediately attracted to the sheer elegance of the room. Calling it beautiful would be an understatement. It's gorgeous, from the canopy bed made from dark wood to the rest of the furniture that without a doubt has been imported from overseas.
You walk over to the curtains, and pinch them between two of your fingers. Linen sheers with Roman shades hanging in front of them. Soft to the touch with a beige undertone. You turn around from the window and take in the rest of the room. The colors, the fabrics, the furniture, the light fixtures, even the wood of the floor — all things that you've talked about wanting when you got a home built. It's astonishing because you told Eren years ago that if you were able to build your own home, this is what the main bedroom would look like for you and him.
When you lock eyes with him, he smiles a bit, leaning up against the doorway.
With a shake of your head, you're back to ogling the room again.
"What's this room for? It looks like the one I talked about back then. I don't understand."
He hums, "This room is the one you talked about before. I had this done a year ago. Do you like it?" When he asks, he has a nervous look on his face like he's worried you're going to say no.
"I mean," you walk around, lightly touching things with your fingertips, in awe. "It's beautiful, but why?"
At that, he looks down, playing with the key that's still in his hands. "I don't know, really. Mikasa asked the same thing when it was built along with the rest of the house. She hates secrets so she's been hounding me about it ever since. Soon enough, she started believing that it could maybe be a secret nursery for when we have kids." He lets himself laugh at that but it's not sincere, "As if she hasn't realized why we've been using condoms this entire time and as you can see, it's clearly not a baby room."
Your lips form a thin line, going back to taking in every bit of the room. It's stunning and it's exactly what you talked about wanting but you can't help but find it a little strange that he'd remember something like that and actually do it for you. Especially when you broke up with him. When he's got a fiancé. A house he built for her.
That thought alone makes you retract your hand from the chair you were just touching, and walk back towards the door.
"Thanks, but I still don't see the point in making a room like this in a house that you're going to make a family with her in."
Eren tilts his head, staring you down. You fidget a bit in place. "You still don't get it, do you?" He walks towards you, but doesn't move to touch you this time. He's taller than you so it's a pain having to arch your neck, even just a little, to look back at him. "I made this room for you. For us. This entire house was made in thought of you. Wanting to win you back and surprise you with a home that you can finally call yours. None of this was for Mikasa. None. All you."
When he finally reaches out to touch your face, you gently slap it away. "Don't pretend you did all of this for me. You're marrying her for gods sake. What the hell are you talking about? If you love me as much as you claim to, then why propose to her?"
He rolls his eyes, looking off to the side. "I didn't. She did."
You're silent for a moment or two, putting the puzzle pieces together. Earlier, you hadn't paid much attention to either of them once you saw him kiss her after first walking in. What you missed was her trying to hold his hand and him pulling away, frowning at her attempt to appear like their relationship is more perfect than anyone else's when that's not the case. It's finally clear to you that Eren has been unhappy this entire time. Everything on social media was fake and made to look like they were the perfect couple. From the comments you've seen, lots of people are envious of them. Every video, every picture — all evidence that they're made for each other. Except...they're not.
If she proposed to him instead of the other way around and he's here, telling you how much he loves you and showing you a room he's built just for you along with a 4500 sq ft house — then maybe he's telling the truth. Maybe he's being honest about everything. His feelings for you, the strained relationship with him and Mikasa and being a better person now. Maybe...he deserves another chance; if only to prove to you that he's not the same person he was back then.
Then again, it's not like you'd have the strength to walk away from him tonight without the promise of seeing him again anyways.
And just like that — you've fallen victim to him once again.
"Still don't believe me?" he adds to the conversation, trying his luck again and settling his hand against your cheek. You let him but breathe out a tiny sigh.
"In a way...I do."
The pretty smile that takes place on his lips almost makes you lean up for a kiss but you hold yourself back. You're at a party with too many people downstairs. Not to mention Jean and Mikasa. It just wouldn't be smart, but since when has Eren ever cared about making the right decisions?
Never.
"Good because you've got no reason to doubt me now."
It seems as though he's about to kiss you but the moment you feel his cool lips touch your neck, your hands instantly fly up to hold his arms. He mouths at a particular spot, using the flat surface of his tongue to swipe up and down the spot. He's sucking so hard, you're sure it's going to create a bruise. It doesn't hurt. In fact, it feels good. Really good.
A small gasp escapes your lips and you feel his smile against your skin in response. They travel up your neck to your ear, and nibble along the shell, feeling you shiver against him. The only thing you're able to think about is him touching you and wanting more.
"Eren..."
"Hm?" The hum vibrates against your sensitive skin, sparking goosebumps on your arms.
"Are you sure that we should... That we should be doing this here?"
He laughs and steps back a bit to look at you. Those beautiful viridescent eyes of his swirl with amusement. "You're asking that while I'm giving you a hickey? Of course I'm sure. I meant everything I've said." He's looking deep into your eyes, unwavering. "I want you. All of you. Now, if possible. I'm done playing pretend. You make me happy and I'm too selfish to let you go off continuing to play house with someone you aren't meant to be with when I'm here."
The warmth that creeps up to your cheeks is unfortunately not enough to draw his heated stare away from your nervous gaze, silently begging you to not look away.
"I..." Do you want that? Want to choose Eren over Jean? He said you've been playing house with him, and it's not far from the truth. You love Jean, but things have never felt whole for you. He's been happy with the way things are but there's always been something missing. Excitement? Spontaneity? Whatever it is, Eren is the only person in your life that's given you that. To find out he's never been happy with Mikasa tells you a lot. He's been waiting for you, and in some crazy way — so have you.
Eren has a look of dejection written across his face, but tries to remain optimistic.
"We don't have to do anything right now or for a while. Sure if you want to actually do this, you've got things to settle with Jean first or whatev-"
"No," you interject, tuning back into the conversation. "I think I want to try again. I just worry about things between me and him. Then with you and Mikasa..."
Eren brushes a curled finger over one of your cheekbones, verdant green eyes darting all across your face. "You worry too much. It'll all work itself out. Just be here with me. I've missed you so much." His tone lowers into a hushed whisper, and before you know it - he's kissing you again.
And you let him because being with Eren feels euphoric. Like you're forever on cloud nine. Feeling him touch you, even now, holds the same feeling. It's addictive.
You don't want it to ever end.
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He's got you pushed against a table in the room, hand at your waist and lips stuck to yours. You aren't sure how far you want this to go but oddly, you're letting him decide. The right way to go about all of this is to speak to Jean and Mikasa. Not fuck in the secret upstairs room with a party going on downstairs with them waiting for the both of you. It's wrong on a handful of levels but you can't seem to want to push him away. In fact, you've got a hand curled around the lower end of his white shirt, keeping him right up against you.
Earlier, you'd managed to miss the fact that he's got a tongue piercing but now that you're focused on the kiss, it's hard to miss. He slides the taunting silver ball across your bottom lip and you let out a breathy moan that he swallows up, shoving his tongue down your throat.
The room feels hot and suffocating with tension, swirling around the two of you like vultures. Your mind is fuzzy, and you can't think of anything or anyone else except him. The tantalizing waft of his striking cologne collides with your nose, and makes you yearn for him to be even closer to you. The way you're holding onto him, legs pressed together in want, and heart beating like it wants to jump right out of your chest — it's clear to him that you want more of him.
He can promise to give you that.
"Let me fuck you," he mutters in a low tone against your lips, "Right here."
Your eyes widen as if you're looking at a ghost in front of you. "Huh? Here?"
Eren uses the table behind you to steady himself as he leans forward, chests now touching, and tilts his head at you; his eyes captivated by your lips. "Mhm. Right here. I've been holding myself back this entire time, I'll be honest. I want you." He smirks as he moves his lips to hover over a spot on your neck. "Just say yes. I know you want to. You haven't been able to stop staring at me since we both saw each other now, c'mon. What'd you wanna do? Where do you want me? Hm?"
His lips ghosts over your jawline and moves to the shell of your ear, almost touching you. He feels you shiver under him, and catches the sound of your nails scratching at the wood of the table that you're gripping so tightly to.
"I..."
It's funny because earlier, you'd told yourself that you basically wanted nothing to do with him, but here you are. Trapped against the table, the man pressed so close to you that it's inevitable to miss how good he smells. The power he continues to hold over you after all of these years should be embarrassing but Eren has an aura unlike anyone you've ever been close to. He's so good at getting you to always say yes to things. It's not fair.
His long strands of dark brown hair frames your face as he moves back in front of you. His eyes lock onto yours, and your heart skips a beat. When he parts his lips to wet them, you're, again, exposed to that teasing tongue piercing and say the first thing that comes to mind.
"Can you eat someone out with a piercing like that?"
Eren studies your face with amusement and suddenly lifts you up onto the table by gripping your thighs. He then begins lowering himself so that he's in between your thighs, keeping his eyes on you the entire time.
"Wanna see?" he offers with a mocking smirk.
You feel your thighs shake from the thought of him doing something so...
You don't even waste time thinking about it.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" He muses, hands already sliding up your back to unzip your dress, not taking his piercing eyes off of you while doing so.
Your nails scrap at the wood again. "Yes, please."
Eren feels his cock twitch within the confines of his slacks at that. He smirks, and lifts your butt to pull the dress completely off. "So obedient now. Definitely didn't see that coming," he teases as he hears you release an annoyed huff.
He can't help but chuckle as he tilts his head, looking at the wet spot on your panties. He uses an index finger to press against it which in turn makes you squirm, feeling him press on your swollen clit. "Is this all for me, baby?"
A giggle bubbles up in your throat as you reply, "...Maybe."
"Mmm." He moves forward to suckle at the inner of your thighs, leaving deep, dark bruises in his wake.
You lean back on your hands, and toss your head back, trying to keep quiet as you feel him give attention to your thighs while also thumbing at your clit. After a few moments, he looks up and frowns. With a slap to your thigh, you peer down with a similar expression on your face, but instead in confusion. "What'd you do that for?"
"You're gonna look while I eat you out. How else are you gonna know how I do it?"
"Well don't say it like that..."
Eren hums, and goes back to what he's doing as he answers, "Mmm, well you were the one that wanted to know. Don't be so modest, princess." He glances up through dark lashes to add, "Wasn't this shy before. Wonder who made you this way."
You stay silent and watch as he moves on to tugging at your soaked underwear. You start to take them off yourself when he nips rather hard at one of your legs. You jerk, but don't feel compelled to say anything this time as he moves to rip them off himself. Your mouth falls open in shock, ready to tell him that those had cost you at least twenty bucks when his mouth reattaches itself to your throbbing clit.
"Ohh," you moan, trembling around him as you try to keep your eyes open to watch him like he told you to.
It's strange to think that you're letting him go down on you like this when there's a bunch of people outside of that door. It's locked but still...
All that thinking got you unaware of how you reach down to grab some of his hair, that isn't in a bun, and push him further into you, trying to ride his face from the position that you're in. Maybe if you were aware, you'd notice his eyes flickering up to look at you through some of the dark strands with lust swimming in them. You refocus your eyes on him, and quiver at the look he's giving you. He's slurping away at you, and even snuck a finger in you, knuckle deep.
"Ah— Eren, wait, I-"
"Mmm, so noisy and for what?"
He doesn't let you answer before he's back on you, and pushes a second finger in you that completely invites him in. You can't do anything but sit there and try to not completely lose your mind to a man that seems to be an expert on eating someone out. This is definitely something you don't remember him excelling at in the past.
After a few moments, he lets your clit go and settles for fingering you until he starts hearing the squelching sounds. He smirks as he stares down at your hole clenched down on his fingers, taking him so well. He angles his fingers up until he's met with what he's been looking for. He hums to himself, pleased. "Fuck yeah. That's it. That's it."
Your back arches, and you can't do it anymore. Your head falls back again, unable to keep looking at him as you moan out. Your legs begin to shake, and Eren watches as they threaten to close on him but each time you get close to doing so, he bites at your legs or slaps them to keep them open for him. He eventually holds one in his hand as he moves up to lay gentle kisses along your neck, fingers still fucking in and out of you.
"Please, Eren, please!" You let out, holding onto an arm of his, feeling tears well up.
"What is it, baby? Please what? Aren't I taking care of you? Or are you wanting more?" He taunts softly, leaving marks all along your neck and jawline as you pant in his ear.
"I just- I want you...I want-"
He chuckles. "Can hardly speak, and I've barely done a thing. So sensitive. Wonder how long it's been for you."
You're fighting for words. Hell, you're fighting to even hear him because most of your attention is on him fingering you while using his thumb to skillfully circle at your clit, bringing you closer and closer. Then with his lips stuck to your neck again, fuck—
"Huh?" You manage to sputter out.
"How long has it been since Jean's fucked this tight cunt of yours properly?" He asks more clearly, which makes your face heat up yet again.
"I- What do you mean?"
He moves his attention from your neck to look you right in the eyes, then his eyes drops down to your lips yet again, "Fuck. I'm gonna kiss you," and leans forward to capture yours in a fiery kiss, wasting zero time in exploring your mouth with his tongue that you, again, forget is pierced. You moan, and wrap your arms around his neck, letting him swallow up every sound that you make for him.
He grips at your thigh as he feels you clench around his fingers, signaling him that you're definitely close. He hums against your lips, and says against them, "C'mon, pretty baby. Gonna cum for me?"
"Mhm," you desperately answer, too close to falling off the rails.
He chuckles, "Yeah you are. So fucking obedient for me. Fuck."
It doesn't take long before you're coming all around his fingers, still clenching onto them as if you don't want him to remove them just yet. Your moans are muffled by his shoulder as you stay with your head in the crook of his neck, completely limp against him. He's the only reason you aren't laid out on the table, keeping you held up by the waist.
He lets you catch your breath before he moves back to look at you. You're sweaty, strands of hair stuck to your face with a semi flushed face. He can't help but move in for another kiss, slower this time. He wants to take his time remembering your taste. He knows that it's over, and doesn't know what you're going to decide on doing as far as wanting to see him again. In all honesty, he's nervous, but he's faced rejection before, even after having sex with someone. It's impossible to know whether you only wanted the sex or more after it. You told him you want to try but does that come with being in a relationship again?
You move back from him first, still wanting to catch your breath. He takes that time to suck your juices off from his fingers which, in turn, makes you embarrassed. You aren't disgusted just taken by surprise. Then again, Eren has always been full of surprises.
Afterwards, he notices the way you're looking at him, and laughs. "What? You actually taste pretty good. Want a tas-"
"Absolutely not!"
Eren's shoulders shake from laughter as he watches you turn your head to the side with a cute pout. God, you're so cute, but he's worried about how you feel about him right now. What you're thinking about.
"Hey..."
You look back at him, and find his head hung low. You frown and take his face in your hands. "I know what you're worried about. Don't be. I want this too. I want to try. I want to be in a relationship with you again. This time just needs to be different or I'm never doing this again. I mean it."
The look in his eyes is priceless. The way they light up in excitement is a big contrast to how he looked when he was in between your legs not even ten minutes ago.
"You're saying yes?"
You giggle, and give him a curt nod. "Yeah. I guess I am."
And just like that, you make your second mistake.
Saying yes to a man that you know, deep down, is capable of breaking your heart without an ounce of regret.
When will you learn?
When will you learn that this game of cat and mouse has just begun? A game that holds more hurt than actual fun.
You aren't going to learn.
Not when the man playing with you is Eren Jeager.
How can you beat someone that's never lost?
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if I could do it all again, I know I'd go back to you ─ eren jaeger
summary: eren jaeger is your annoyingly obnoxious best friend - the one who’s been with you for eighteen years. but, as both of your feelings come to light, how long will either of you be able to hold out before it all comes crashing down?
ft. eren jaeger x reader
warnings: smut (mdni), college au!eren jaeger, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, slight angst, jealousy, unprotected sex, cursing, mentions of drinking and partying, mentions of creampie, oblivious reader, slight possessive eren
w/c: 6.6k
a/n: OMG! this is the first thing I have ever written for eren and I am absolutely in love with it! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do :)) thanks sm to @yujishima​ for helping me decide on eren for this fic! I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, I’m just super grateful for your help :))
minors and ageless blogs dni.
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Having Eren Jaeger as your best friend is, as he eloquently puts it, “the shit” – followed by an equally cocky “ – excuse my French.”
And, really, who are you to deny him? So you teased him, replying with a sigh heavy on your words as you rolled your eyes: you’re just lucky I’m one of the only ones who puts up with you anymore, Jaeger.
And god – how right you were.
Eren Jaeger considers it one of his greatest privileges in life to be called your best friend. The second, following closely behind, is the pleasure of being your first ever kiss. Anytime he brings this up to mess with you, that arrogant, overly cocky grin graces his face. At the same time, his eyes light up with mischievousness, and you just so happen to lose your basic motor functions. He finds your reactions adorable – the warm feeling that fills your cheeks, the stuttering marring your words as you shove his arm, embarrassed, has Eren reeling.
Of course, don’t remind him that this “First Kiss Incident,” as you so cleverly coined it one warm summer afternoon, occurred when the two of you were mere second graders.
And you do remind him.
Every time.
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💦😮‍💨 wow
drives you insane ─ eren jaeger
summary: eren jaeger knows exactly what to do to drive you insane, including letting you cockwarm him at a college party. 
ft. eren jaeger x afab!reader
warnings: possessive!eren, cockwarming, public sex to semi-public sex, mentions of college parties and drinking, unprotected sex, cursing, praising (maybe slight degradation if you squint), creampie, overstimulation, teasing, eren being a cocky mf and he knows it, name calling (eren calls reader princess, sweetheart, etc.), slight exhibitionism, college!au, all characters are aged up 21+ (smut, 18+ content, mdni)
w/c: 3.3k
a/n: this is the result of the reveal of eren jaeger’s giant horse dick lol. tagging @princess-jaeger​ ! 
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“The things I want to do to you,” Eren’s lips brush against the curve of your ear, voice thick and heady with desire. His fingertips graze the column of your neck, skimming across your skin so softly that goosebumps trail in his wake. You can’t help but shiver above him, throat closing up with lust as you crane your neck to look back at him.
And god, that smug, cocky smirk on his face has you almost whimpering, needily pushing your hips back against his. He drives you absolutely insane in the best possible way, causing you to feel drunk and heady off his touch and loving attention. The feeling of his cock, nestled so deep inside of you and stretching out your walls in the best way, has you reeling. Eren hisses at your actions, hand coming to splay possessively over your thigh as he squeezes against your bare flesh hard.
“Careful, sweetheart,” Eren warns, adjusting his hips ever so slightly underneath you. His large hands settle on your hips – an innocent gesture to any onlookers – allowing him to hold you flush against his heavy cock. He watches with sadistic pleasure as your hands clench into fists over your lap, arrogance running through his veins at the sight of you so fucked out for him.
It’s all you can do to submit to him, grinding down on him slightly with the excuse of: I’m just getting myself settled. You see the way his eyes flash hungrily, watch how he swallows thickly at the way your cunt clenches down on him.
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Tainted: Euphoria
Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader
Genre: Secret Agents/Assassins AU, Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU, Smut, Romance, Strangers-to-Lovers-to-Enemies
Summary: You have been married to your husband for six years where you both kept secrets from each other. Little did you know that your husband was an undercover agent just like you, ordered to take your life within two days.
Warnings: explicit sex scenes, graphic description of murder and violence, minor character death, alcohol consumption, smoking, swearing, mentions of abusive past and childhood trauma
Word Count: 7k
Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart
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Twenty-eight-year-old Eren Jaeger closes his eyes. His breathing mimics the calmness of the sea before the storm, but inside his chest, a hurricane churns.
“Here’s your next target.”
That was the sentence his superior, Levi Ackerman, uttered to him five seconds ago as he slid a photo of his next target down the table. It’s something that Levi has done a million times before, tossing him photos after photos, targets after targets. Each time, Eren would respond with one corner of his mouth tilting upward, saying, “Yes, Sir,” as if he was crooning. There would be no sign of remorse on his face, no shame, and not a trace of fear or concern. To him, taking someone’s life was never a form of an atrocious sin. It’s just a way of life. And a day later, he would come back with the same photo tainted with the owner’s blood and Levi would cross their names off his list. 
“How are you holding up, kid?” He’d ask him every time, checking on his conscience. “Going insane yet?”
Eren would smile. He would always smile, no matter if it was after his first kill or his seventieth. Levi doesn’t need to check on his conscience; Eren never had one to begin with. “Feeling pretty good, Mr. Ackerman.” And it wasn’t a lie. 
Just five seconds ago, Eren thought he was living the best life in the world. He has a beautiful, extortionate house in a suburban area that’s spacious enough for three families to live in. His wealthy neighbors greet him every morning, send them expensive wines on Christmas Eve, and they never stick their noses too far in the things he does for a living. Eren has money, more than he could count, but he keeps it hidden in a separate bank account under a different name as he doesn’t want to raise suspicions. His fake job as a construction executive can bring quite a fortune, sure, but it will never be enough to explain the amount of money he makes whenever he manages to land a bullet in someone’s head. 
But most importantly, he has you as his beloved wife, who kisses his cheek before he has to go to work, and wraps the same lips around his cock before dinner starts. Things aren’t always smooth-sailing once your honeymoon phase ended, but that’s just how marriage works, isn't it? It takes a lot of effort, a lot of patience, and in Eren’s case, a lot of lies, too. 
It wasn’t always like this, of course. Before he met you—before he settled down with this fake persona—Eren Jaeger was just a normal boy, or at least, he’d like to think so. He was scouted by the agency just a few months after he graduated from high school. Erwin Smith was the one who discovered him. They met briefly after his graduation ceremony ended. The blond-haired man introduced himself, congratulated him on his achievement, and pretended like he cared. Eren didn’t mind. He had been living with liars his whole life. It was people with genuine kindness who made him feel unsettled. Fortunately, he never met one.
“Nine years ago, there was a boy who was found lying unconscious on the kitchen floor of his house,” Erwin said, walking next to the eighteen-year-old boy on the sidewalk. “He was badly wounded, his blood dripping all over the floor. Both of his parents were brutally murdered. Father, thirty-six stabs. Mother, eighteen. Nine years have passed but the case remains open. The murderer is still on the run.”
“Tragic,” Eren wryly commented, refraining himself from yawning.
“Oh, but this is where it gets interesting,” Erwin smirked, both hands tucked neatly inside the pockets of his dark trench coat. “He’s standing right next to me.”
“Who?”
“The murderer.”
The young man stopped dead in his tracks, his nonchalant face turned stern. The boredom in his eyes was quickly painted over by malice. 
“Yes, that’s it,” Erwin said with a taunting smile, accepting Eren’s death glare like a gift. “That’s the face I wanted to see.” His striking blue eyes showed nothing but the admiration he held for the boy. The fact that a nine-year-old child managed to wrap a scarf around his hand to avoid leaving fingerprints on the kitchen knife, disembowel his father’s stomach, slit his mother’s throat, call the police before he impaled his own skin to give himself an alibi, and maintain his lies for nine years without leaving a single clue—everything was perfectly planned. 
Eren was merely a child when it happened, and he felt nothing.
He still feels nothing. 
“Are you going to tell the police?” Eren asked, his brain calculating ten different scenarios on how to bury Erwin’s body under the ground—dead or alive, he wouldn’t give a damn.
"Of course not." There was mirth in the man’s gravelly voice. "Can I ask you something, though? Why did you do it?” 
Eren exhaled, shrugging. "I wanted some lunch money."
"And they didn't give you any?"
"They did," he corrected, his viridian eyes showing no sign of guilt. "It just wasn't enough."
It reminded Erwin of the day he met Levi for the first time, only Eren was ten times worse. He was a monster in a child's body, and Erwin wanted to see his true form. 
But Eren was more than meets the eye. Even someone as perceptive as Erwin failed to catch the sliver of loneliness that flitted through his eyes. Eren wasn’t born a monster. They made him like this. His abusive father. His controlling mother. His elementary teacher who whispered, “Keep it a secret between us, okay?” as her fingers danced across his thigh. The friends who betrayed him. The lovers who cheated on him. Eren endured it all, until one day, everything poured out like a cloudburst. It was time for him to pay them back, and when he did, he didn’t feel a thing. No remorse, no fear, no sadness, and ultimately, no pain. They got what they deserved, he thought, and he walked away with the biggest smile on his face. 
But even the strongest wolf needs a pack. Eren longed for kindness. He craved affection. He needed a family. He wanted to feel what it was like to have someone he could trust, someone who could trust him, someone who would turn their back against the world just to be by his side. Erwin wasn’t that person—Eren knew that for certain—but he was the best option he had.
So when the blonde-haired man landed a hand on his shoulder, bent his head down to match his height, and asked him, “Going to college is a little bit overrated these days, isn’t it? How about we do something a little bit… different?” Eren decided to take a leap of faith.
That was how it started. Erwin gave him the opportunity he never thought he would have and he fucking loved it. He would probably jump off a bridge if he had to work at an office, sitting behind his desk five days a week, with his fingers running over his keyboards and his brain seconds away from exploding over a fucking deadline. He would have to force himself to smile, surrounded by people who would stab each other in the face just to get a higher position in the company. He didn’t want that.
This job Erwin gave him suited him well. Everyone had their own responsibility, everyone had their own target, everyone tried to survive. There was no rivalry, no positions to be chased after. They were comrades in training, partners in crime. At first, Eren doubted he would fit in, but after four years of standing under Erwin’s wing, obeying his commands, he knew this was the right path to take. 
Eren was allowed to do whatever he wanted, as long as he could cross his target’s name off the list. He could smoke cigarettes during the job, could even have a filthy slut sucking on his dick if he wanted to. His job was simply to put a bullet through his target's head and call it a day. He could live with that.
There was a funny incident that happened when he was on a mission a few months ago. Standing on a rooftop of a tall building, Eren was dressed in all black. From his baseball cap to his combat boots, everything was monochromatic. He had an earpiece strapped to his ear. His eyes were as haunting as a wolf lurking in the night. 
The surveillance cameras had been cut off. He was untraceable. He laid flat on the ledge with his chest down and his back up, getting into position with his high-precision rifle settled securely in front of him. He was using a 338 Lapua Magnum cartridge, loaded with LockBase B408 bullets—a perfect weapon to kill his target who was standing a mile away from where he was. His name was Theo Magath, a diplomat who cheated on his wife with the same hooker every Wednesday night in the same hotel that stood right across the street. 
Magath had just entered the room, his hands slipping underneath the woman’s dress as he kicked his door closed. Right on schedule, Eren chuckled, observing their movements through his scope. Fucking idiots.
He spoke into the hidden microphone behind his collar, “Target is on sight. Proceeding with the mission.”
“Copy that,” a voice confirmed in his ear. “He’s all yours, agent.”
He’s all mine, he thought, smiling. Let’s have a little fun tonight, shall we?
His phone vibrated in the pocket of his cargo pants. It was his personal one—the number that he used for private matters. He attempted to ignore it at first, but it was growing persistent. Releasing an impatient breath, Eren took his hands away from his gun.
It was from a girl he met a week ago at a thanksgiving party. Luscious blonde hair, alluring sapphire eyes. His roommate, Armin Arlert, had kindly invited him to his family’s house for the weekend, and she was his sister, older only by a year or two. He must have given her Eren’s number. Fucking hell. 
Armin was a pure kid, so kind, it was almost strange. He knocked his fist against Eren’s apartment door by accident a year ago, not suspecting that he was walking into a killer’s home. He showed him his phone screen, telling him, “Hi, I’m Armin. It says here that you’re looking for a roommate? I just recently moved into town and I’ve been trying to get a place to stay.”
Eren should have said, “No. You’re knocking on the wrong door,” because clearly, he wasn’t planning to share his grand apartment with anyone else. But to his own surprise, he popped up a can of beer, offered it to the blond male, and said, “Yeah. Go ahead and take a look around.”
Maybe it was his loneliness taking control of him. Maybe he was just bored and he thought it would be a nice change to have a healthy, living human being walking around his house after he had given death to another. Whatever it was, they became roommates, and after spending one night drinking a bottle of gin, they became friends. Maybe, even best friends. 
That didn’t stop Eren from fucking his sister behind his back, though.
“Eren, I want you,” she stated in her text, which arrived a few seconds after she sent him a nude photo of her with her fingers buried deep inside herself. Historia. That was the name that was displayed on the screen. Eren didn’t know if it was her real name since he had no recollection of the night they spent together. He never cared enough to remember who he slept with. You can’t remember what you ate for breakfast last week, can you?
She was pretty, he admitted. Pretty face, pretty tits, pretty cunt. But she wasn’t special. No one was. Truthfully, Eren only fucked her because she kept stealing glances at him during that Thanksgiving dinner Armin invited him to. He didn’t make the first move—he never did—but when she closed the bathroom door behind her, dropped to her knees with his cock hot and heavy inside her mouth, Eren let her do as she pleased. It was just for the thrill. A momentary thrill.
He fucked her once and he disposed her right away. He did that to everyone. But a week had passed by and she still couldn’t get enough of him. Her texts kept coming, pictures after pictures. He had never responded to any of them before but tonight, an idea emerged in his head.
Eren took a glance at his target. They were on the thirty-second floor. The curtains in Magath’s hotel room were opened wide, showing their nude bodies on display as they rocked their hips against one another.
This should be fun, he thought, grinning. He tapped his thumb against the screen, waiting for three seconds in silence before—
“Eren,” she was moaning his name against his ear. “Oh, I’m so glad you called.”
“Hey, baby girl. Missed me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she automatically whispered back, saying it in the way he taught her to do. “Daddy, I need you. I need you so bad, I’m fucking myself with my fingers right now. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Mmm,” Eren hummed, his lips breaking into a cocky smile as he returned his hands to his rifle. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy…” Her voice was strained and breathless. “I can’t help it… I want Daddy’s cock so bad…”
“Now, now, what should we do?” Eren sighted his target through the scope, comparing the point of aim to point of impact. “Naughty girls should be punished, don’t you think?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy. Punish me. I want your hands around my neck—” she gasped, probably pressing one hand against her throat while her other one scissored her fingers deep inside her. “Want you to choke me like last time.”
“Of course, kitten,” he said. His expression was controlled, but his voice was like a devil’s whisper—smooth, alluring, and obscene. “But Daddy’s a little busy right now. You think you can be a good girl and fuck yourself with your toy for me?”
There was a rustling sound coming from the other line before she came back with a sigh. He could tell she was fucking herself with her favorite vibrator. “It’s not enough, Daddy,” she pleaded, “It’s not as big as yours. It doesn’t stretch me out like your cock did to me.”
Eren snorted. Of course, it doesn’t. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy will help you.” He curled his fingers around the trigger. “Just listen to my voice, all right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Magath was sprawling on his bedsheets, his lady bouncing on his lap. Eren could take a shot now if he desired, but he wanted that dramatic effect to follow after the kill. He wanted Magath’s brain to scatter across the floor. He wanted to see the light leave his eyes before his body toppled over. He wanted it all so he waited. “You know what I want to do to you right now?” Eren cooed, boredom in his eyes, seduction in his husky voice. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
Her breathing hitched in her throat. “You want my mouth, Daddy?”
“Oh, I want everything, baby.” He added a hint of yearning in his voice, wanting to make it believable. “But, I want to take it slow this time. I’ll treat you like a princess first before I fuck you like a whore. Would you like that, baby? Would you like Daddy to fuck you like a whore?”
“Mmm, yes,” she moaned, biting her lower lip. “Tell me what you want me to do, Daddy….”
“I want you to go down on your knees. I want you to stick out your tongue and wait patiently for my cock. I want you to suck on my tip before you take me deeper, and deeper and deeper.” She let out a quiet whine, her mind projecting his words on the screen behind her closed lids. “I’ll let you get a taste. I’ll be gentle. But once you’ve warmed up to me, I’m gonna make sure I’ll fuck your face so hard, you’ll never be able to forget how good it feels like to have my dick inside your mouth. ”
She keened, her walls clenched tightly around her toy. “God, Daddy, I want it.”
“Yeah?” To her, he sounded like he was chuckling, when in fact, he was scoffing. “You love my fucking cock so much, don’t you, Sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me how much you want it.”
And she told him. She told him with every praise she could come up with, all the while fucking herself harder with her toy. Her imagination ran wild and she started to speak incoherently as she moved her hand faster. 
“Mmm, that’s right, baby,” Eren responded lazily, “My pretty fucking slut. You’re gonna make Daddy lose control. I want to fucking cum on your face and watch you lick every bit of it, lapping up my dick like a naughty little bitch that you are.” He faked a groan. “God, baby, you’re making Daddy’s cock so hard right now.” But his hands were nowhere near his cock. His hands were on his gun, and he was about to take a shot.
“D-Daddy–Ah, Daddy, please–”
“Harder, Sweetheart. I want you to fuck yourself the way I fuck you.” Magath was in a perfect position. His woman was lying down on her back, her body nearly being folded in half as he thrust into her repeatedly. It was time. “Baby,” Eren called, taking a deep breath. His fingers were prepared and steady, not a single quiver running through them. “Are you close?”
“Oh, fuck—“ she gasped, body arching forward. “Yes, Daddy—I’m close—I’m so fucking close—”
“You can’t cum until I tell you so.” He released his breath, his heartbeat seemed to slow down. He had one of his eyes closed to improve his focus.
“Daddy, please…” She sobbed. “Please let me cum…”
“In a few seconds, darling.” He counted in his head, taking another deep breath, and this time he held his lungs empty. One… Two…
Three.
“Cum, baby.”
He lined up and took his shot.
A bullet pierced through Magath’s head at the same time she moaned Eren’s name against the phone, cumming all over her vibrator. Blood splattered across the wall, red and angry, the same way her juice stained her bedsheets. Eren was the painter and he left quite an impression. 
“That’s right, scream for me,” he grinned, watching the woman shriek in horror as his body fell on top of her. “Scream for Daddy.” 
Job’s done.
“Oh my God, Daddy,” Historia giggled from the other line, sighing in satisfaction. “That was so intense. Did Daddy get to cum?”
“Oh, baby,” Eren chuckled, returning to his feet with his rifle dangling on one shoulder. “Daddy made a mess.”
He gathered his belongings at once, tucking his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he placed back his gun inside his duffle bag. “But you came without my permission, didn’t you?” He scolded, his voice gentle but firm. “You know how Daddy doesn’t like that.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Sweetheart.” He slung his bag over his shoulder, closed the door behind him, and made his way down the building through the emergency stairs. “What can you offer me?”
She giggled, batting her eyelashes seductively before she purred, “What does Daddy want to do to me?”
His other phone—the one that he used for his mission—vibrated, and Eren knew. The money had been transferred.
“I don’t know.” He took off his cap once he had strayed far enough from the building. He unfastened his bun, his long strands ruffled by the wind as he blended in with the crowd. “Choke you to death, maybe?”
She laughed. “You’re so funny.”
He smiled, disappearing into the night.
Eren loves his job. But today? Today he fucking wishes he never accepted it. Because the photo that sits on his desk is a picture of you and him, sharing a kiss under a lamppost with your lips curving into a smile and his fingers tangled in your hair.
It shocks him to his bones when Levi hands him your name—the woman he had vowed to love until ‘death do us part’ as his next target. But Eren remains hushed, not moving a muscle, his face inscrutable. He’s getting a taste of his own bullet spiraling its way out of his chest but he won’t show it to the world.
“She works for our competitor,” Levi explains, showing him your files. “One of their top agents, they said. Remember your target from two months ago—Darius Zackly? The one who was already dead when you got there? That was her doing.”
Eren’s blood runs cold in his veins. He had a hunch that his wife of six years had been keeping a secret from him. He’d picked up clues along the way, but he had never thought that you would turn out to be an assassin like him. One who is just as skilled and heartless as he is. Eren can still recall the bullet that pierced through Darius’s head. It was a clean shot, most likely taken from a difficult angle. He was both impressed and vexed at that time. His competitive ego wouldn’t let him fail. He was eager to find the shooter, but you were imperceptible, leaving no trail behind.
“You’re sure you can kill her?” Levi’s voice pulls him out of his stupor. “I mean, I can do it if—”
“No.” To Levi’s astonishment, it’s almost like a growl that comes out of the boy’s mouth. “Leave it to me. I’ll finish the job for you.”
I can kill her, he convinces himself. I have to. It’s better if she dies by my hands than someone else’s. I’ll do it fast and painlessly.
But as he curls his fingers into tiny balls of fists, nails sinking hard enough to tear the skin of his palms, Eren remembers the first time he met you.
And his confidence starts to waver.
***
Fate brought you together six years ago.
The sun was almost drowning below the horizon when Eren arrived at a hotel, his white button-down shirt sticking to his back, nearly drenched with sweat. It was his first time in the country and he’d already loathed how sweltering the weather was. His dark blazer was crumpled as he draped it over his arm, his tie long abandoned. He was dressed as a young man on his business trip, yet a handgun was strapped to the back of his pants, secured tightly by his belt. He loosened his collar, toying with the top buttons and unknotting two more than necessary. 
“Have you made your reservation, Sir?”
“Yes. Eren Kruger.”
“Please wait a moment, Mr. Kruger.”
His agency had created a whole new identity for him, and he had been introducing himself with his fake last name more often than he’d used his real one.
He ran a hand through his long, dark brown hair, clicking his tongue in slight vexation when he noticed how oily his hair was. I need to take a shower. He snapped an elastic band off his wrist, tying his hair messily in a bun with a few of his baby hairs falling over his temple. Eren kicked the dirt off his combat boot, mentally groaning when he noticed a splotch of blood painting its side. He was lucky it was only blood, not pieces of flesh that came out of his target’s head when he cracked it open with his machete a few hours ago.
He sighed. That was the very reason why he preferred using rifles better. At the age of twenty-two, he had become one of the deadliest snipers his agency had ever recruited. He was a cold-blooded murderer, not even batting an eyelash at the close-up sight of his bullet smashing through his target’s temple. He was a monster with the look of an angel.
Eren was too busy reeling in his reverie when a hand suddenly found its way to circle almost naturally around his arm. 
“Excuse me.” 
***
The tall man with the most stunning jade green eyes you’d ever seen seemed more curious than stunned when you wrapped a hand around his arm as if he had noticed your presence even when you were being as silent as a cat. “Excuse me,” you said. He raised an eyebrow at your words but everything else remained a mystery. Your next line was spoken in a soft murmur. “Can you go along with me for a minute?”
He had a good sense of his surroundings, you took a mental note, but not good enough to notice the way you had your knife strapped to the side of your thigh, covered by your dress, adding reassurance if anything went wrong. He only had to spare a glance behind you to know you were running away from someone. Without asking further questions, he wound an arm along your waist, turning you around until you were flushed against his chest, deep in his embrace. He let his fingers slip between the strands of your hair, covering most of your face with his arm from their line of vision.
“Baby,” he cooed, smiling sweetly. “I thought you hadn’t arrived yet. Did you wait long?”
“No, I just got here,” you replied, squeezing his shoulder affectionately. You were lucky, so lucky to find someone who could play along perfectly without making inquiries. He took a hold of your hand, guiding it to his neck so you could curl your fingertips along his nape. He leaned in close to your ear, whispering, “I can’t wait to know your name.” 
Though the way his velvety voice resonated through the air made your skin tingle, you giggled, pretending like he just whispered something sultry. “I’ve missed you too, baby.”
“Mr. Kruger? Your suite is ready. Would you like your breakfast to be carried to your room tomorrow morning?”
“Yes,” he answered, breaking apart from you but keeping his arm tied securely around your waist. “Hers too.”
“Most certainly, Mr. Kruger.”
Eren cast you a smirk, lacing your fingers together. “Shall we?”
***
With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Eren turned over the doorknob and let you step inside his suite. Perched between the hotel’s fifth and ninth floors, the room vaunts an extraordinary view of the vibrant city skyline, visible through floor-to-ceiling windows. You admired the scenery the same way Eren admired you from behind, perceiving it with unblinking eyes, your heart pulsating in excitement. Everything was breathtaking and to him, so were you.
“Thanks for saving me,” you said, eyes gleaming radiantly with the corners of your mouth quirked up. “Stranger.”
The young man chuckled, casually telling you his name before he asked you for yours. The handshake was firm, almost professional, but the way your fingers slid rather slowly against his when he was about to part betrayed all formality.
“Well, Eren Kruger,” you called, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “I would’ve been caught if you didn’t play along. You’re so natural at it. Had plenty of experience in saving damsels in distress before?”
Eren smiled, mysterious and delicate at the same time. The soft glow of the setting sun illuminated his features in a way that made him look almost like a painting. But to him, it was nothing compared to how ethereal you appeared in your off-shoulder white summer dress. You had the grace and gravitas of an empress, your smile bewitching enough to poison the hearts of men. Your eyes were pools of bejeweled water, shining brighter than the stars of heaven. There was a wild side in you, ferocious underneath that angelic smile. You’ve had many men standing on their knees before you, weakened by your glamor, but Eren wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t there for you to tame and dominate over. He wanted to own you, to have you on your knees, to strip you down to nothing–not even that seductive smile of yours–to see how you truly were underneath that demeanor you portrayed. It was the first time he felt so intrigued by someone, so aroused and captivated from the first sight, and he didn’t understand what made you different from the other girls but– 
“Is there something wrong?” you questioned him when he remained mute, the cupid’s bow of your lips titillated him. 
“Just enjoying the view,” he smirked in return, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe, his hands buried in the pocket of his slacks. Desire bloomed in his stomach at the sight of your exposed skin, his lips itching to mark bruises on them. “You’re quite an actress yourself,” Eren countered, “Is running away from older men your hobby or something?”
“Actually, I’m more into younger guys these days.”
“Well, isn’t that convenient?” He tilted up his chin, his eyes drooping, coated with allure. “I happen to like older women.”
Your smile was both shy and seductive, just the perfect amount to fill his heart with yearning. “Then, what should we do about it?”
Eren mirrored you the same way. “I’ve got an idea.”
***
The way he laced his fingers with yours as he led you through the crowd was so natural that it almost felt like you’d known him for years. His palms were calloused and his veins were protruding under the skin of his arms, a stark contrast to how beautiful his profile was. His eyes were both heavy with secrets and yet tender and innocent enough to show how young he was to the world. Your instinct told you to not put any faith in him but your heart was at ease and your body was craving to feel the ridges of his muscles.  
The ends of his strands were still damp from the quick shower he took, feeding you with imaginations of him running his hands through his hair, steam surrounding his sun-kissed skin with droplets of water sliding down his back. Combined with the way his black button-down shirt was clinging to his skin, highlighting the muscles in his arms, and showcasing the flatness of his stomach, you wondered just how perfect he’d look wearing nothing.
He was the most attractive man you had ever landed your eyes on, that was for certain.
You weren’t usually the type of person who’d spend the night with strangers during your mission in a country you weren’t familiar with. But your last job was enervating and the memory of your target’s brain splattered across the floor was really something you wanted to forget. That was why being tangled with his body under the sheets seemed like the perfect getaway to escape your reality.
“I’ll have a shot of vodka.” You heard Eren say to the bartender before he turned around to face you. “You?”
“I’ll have what you have.”
He raised an eyebrow that was soon followed by a little grin, slightly impressed that you could handle your liquor. “Then just give us a bottle of it,” he corrected.
“Is this your first trip to Bogota?” You questioned as you took a seat at a table in a secluded corner. The music was blasting vehemently in the background in a language you only understood a term or two in. Eren was sitting on the opposite side with one hand drawn on the table, his fingers nearly brushing against yours as he tapped them once or twice against the beat. 
“Maybe,” he answered, his lips still smiling as he took in your features. There wasn’t enough light in the room to reveal every detail, giving him a sense of mystery of how your eyes gleamed in desire for him. Eren was only eager to unveil it. 
“And how are you enjoying your trip so far, Mr. Kruger?”
“I wasn’t enjoying it until now.” He took a shot of his vodka before he slid the bottle in your direction, urging you to pour one for yourself.
“Yeah?” You took a shot. “Why is that?”
His eyes, the way they shifted down to your lips before he dragged them back to yours again, provided a clear answer. “Because of the music,” he replied, his charming smile turned into a devilish smirk. “And this.” He gestured toward the bottle.
You poured one for him. “Nothing to do with me?”
“I don’t know.” He brought the shot glass to his lips, murmuring his next words against the glass. “Do you want it to have something to do with you?”
“Maybe.” You stood up from your seat, placing your glass down with a thump. “So it speaks.” You trailed your hand along his shoulder as you walked away to the dance floor. “But does it dance?”
Eren bit his lower lip, a sensuous grin about to form on his face. Taking another shot of the alcohol, he rose from his seat, following your lead.
His hands were strong and dangerous as they circled your waist, pressing his chest against your spine, matching the sway of your hips as you danced to the beat of a seductive Latin song. You let yourself relax, dancing like there was nobody else in the room. 
Your hips were pressed against one another, grinding close. You could feel the zipper of his jeans pressing against your behind. You held his hands, guiding them to roam over your body. When he raked his nails against your thigh, you lean your back against his chest, one hand going up to rest against his nape.
Eren’s lips were grazing against your earlobe, his breath fanning the side of your face. “Not sure if I’ve said this before,” he murmured, voice low and breathy, waking up the tiny hairs on your nape. “But you’re fucking gorgeous.”
With a satisfied smirk, you turned around to face him, arms reaching up to wind themselves around his neck. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you praised with a playful twinkle in your eyes.
Eren caressed your cheek with delicate fingers, his gaze locked to your lips before he moved his hand down to the dip of your spine. He tugged you close until there was no space left between your bodies. You sighed at the contact, fire coursing through your veins. His touch was electric, leaving a trail of goosebumps everywhere his fingers grazed. “Then,” he whispered again, his face finding a new favorite spot in the crook of your neck. “What should we do about it?”
The attraction between you was sizzling, almost suffocating you with it. The way he moved to the music, leading your body to follow, was sinful, almost erotic, and neither of you cared about your surroundings as if they had faded into a blur.
You wanted to kiss him, wanted it more than anything you had ever wanted. This stranger with his intoxicatingly pleasant musky scent, his dangerous little eyebrow raise, his ardent gaze, and godforsaken smirk—you wanted all of him.
You were throwing all the signs and he reciprocated with a kiss. Tilting your head by framing your chin with his lean fingers, he brought his lips to yours, lightly at first but scorchingly deep and dominant once he received your confirmation. As if you were untied from the knot that was holding you back, you succumbed desperately to his touch, fingers fisting against the fabric of his collar. His grunt was a sensual touch, fogging your mind and making it hard for you to keep up with every movement of his lips.
He pulled away before you were even the least satisfied, hooded eyes gleaming under the dim lighting.
“Spend the night with me,” he said, wetting his lower lip. His eyes never stopped perceiving the way your lips were glistening from the kiss. Eren dipped his head again, tasting the alcohol on your tongue with his own. His mouth moved to the side of your lips, tracing your jawline until he was breathing against your ear. “I need to make you cum.”
Adrenaline pumped through your veins and you were ecstatic. The way he said his words were like a dying man wishing for more days to live. He made you feel desired, made you feel worshiped, made you feel dangerous.
The walk back to his suite was filled with nothing but the sound of your heartbeat deafening your ears. You kept your eyes locked at the spot between his shoulder blades as he led the way, sliding his card to unlock the door and tugging you inside his room the second it clicked open.
There was no ado, no coquettish smiles, only eagerness and a desperate sense of urgency. The way you both frantically searched for each other’s lips as soon as he closed the door was relieving after spending hours pining for one another. He was so intoxicating that he numbed your senses at once. And yet, at the same time, he made you feel conscious of the butterflies fluttering their wings inside your stomach. 
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this,” he breathed heavily against your mouth, “From the second I laid my eyes on you.”
He lifted one of your legs so he could push up the fabric of your dress, his hand sliding against the smoothness of your thigh. Sparks of fire prickled against your skin but you wanted to be burned. You wanted to be consumed by him. You licked your lip once before you pressed your mouth hotly against his again. “Then you shouldn’t have—” he distracted you by taking your bottom lip between his teeth, suckling on it a little bit before he let it go. “—wasted so much time.”
He tittered, his hand shifted up to hold you by your waist. Pressing his hips against yours, Eren stole an involuntary moan out of your mouth. “Yeah?” He clamped his fingers along your wrist, brought it over your head, and pinned it against the wall. He was dominating, his grip was tight, leaving you immobile. Of course, you could break free if you wanted to, but right now, at this moment, you only wanted him to hold you tighter. “You’ve been wanting me too?”
There was a trace of mischievousness in his voice that matched how young he looked but he wasn’t the only one who could be playful. “Well,” you paused to lodge your leg between his, your knee rubbing against his hardness, giving him the friction he needed. “What do you think?”
He cursed under his breath but he had his lips smashed against yours before he could finish a word. He pushed you away from the wall and you followed his lead to the bed, never breaking off the kiss. You tried to unbutton his shirt as fast as you could but he helped you rip the rest of the buttons away. Tumbling down onto the sheets, you pulled him down with you.
Eren stood on his knees, giving you a show. The way he took off his shirt, the muscles in his abs contracting at the movement nearly made you gape, but not as much as the way his eyes were peering into yours. They were as dark as the night, so intense, and filled with nothing but wild lust. He was so captivating, his entire being was, even in the dim lighting of the room. 
“I’d love to have you stare at me more,” he said, his tone teasing and dripping with allure. “But patience has never been one of my virtues.”
He positioned himself between your legs, his black jeans unbuttoned but not yet unzipped, his belt unclasped. “Good,” you replied with a smirk, circling your arms around his neck. “’Cause I’d never want you to slow down.”
Eren only spent a few seconds stealing the breath directly from your lips before he went down to your neck. His mouth sucked bruises, hard and rough. The way his teeth prickled against your skin made you hiss both from pleasure and pain.
“Sorry.” There was mirth hidden in his honeyed voice. “I’ve got a bad habit of marking what’s mine.”
He didn’t sound the least apologetic but you weren’t objecting. The fact that he didn’t hold back added so much thrill. “So, I’m yours now?” you taunted him back, just as cocky. “That’s news to me.”
“For the night.” He continued grazing his teeth down your skin. “Hope your fiancée doesn’t mind.”
Fiancée? “I don’t—” You were lucky that your mind recalled the fake engagement ring you wore earlier that day as a part of your cover. The same one that you had taken off in secret and slipped it back into your purse along with your knife when he was in the shower. He noticed that? “Well, we’ve hit rock bottom anyway,” you lied. “I’m planning to break up with him when I get back.”
“So cruel,” he faintly laughed, peppering butterfly kisses as he made his journey down your body. He settled himself between your legs, slightly raising your thigh so he could brush his lips against your sensitive skin. “First, that old man. Now, your fiancée. Seems like breaking people’s hearts is your hobby.”
You nibbled on your lip, your mind reeling in anticipation. You could feel his hot breath fanning against your lingerie. “Probably just as much as you like teasing your women.”
“Teasing?” He raised an eyebrow seductively, combining it with one corner of his lips curving upward. “You mean this?” He darted out his tongue, licking you once over your laced underwear, just right above your arousal.
You threw your head back, your eyebrows sewed together with your eyes tightly shut as you drowned in rapture. It had been a while since you did this with someone. You weren’t usually this sensitive, but—
“Oh?” He simpered, running his tongue along his lower lip as he committed your expression into memory. “That’s a cute reaction.” 
“I didn’t realize you were this talkative.” Despite your effort in staying unfazed, you were aware of how your breathing began to tatter. His fingers were pressed against your thighs, pushing your legs apart as wide as he could.
“Well, you haven’t known me long enough yet. I am talkative.” He bent his head down, hooking his finger against the side of your lingerie, and pulled the fabric away just enough for him to run his tongue along your folds. “They said I’m pretty good with my mouth.” Ten seconds later, you realized that it was an understatement.
You breathed out, sighing in bliss as you surrendered yourself to him. You let him do whatever he wanted to do with your body, his expert hands drew designs on your skin like you were his favorite masterpiece. You didn’t care if he treated you as an object of desire. It was only fair, seeing how you’d been treating him in the same way. You needed him just as much as he needed you, body craving for another, and it felt so fucking good to be submerged in this kind of pleasure, to be enveloped with his warmth, to have him moving inside you—tongue, fingers, and him entirely.
Eren noticed how you brought your hand to your lips, your point finger lying between your teeth to stop you from moaning too loudly. He darted his tongue once more to taste your heat before he stopped and stole your hand away from your mouth. 
“Guide me,” he said, pressing a kiss against your inner palm. His breath felt hot, almost feverish against your skin. “I’ve told you before. I need to make you cum. So, guide me.” He leaned into your touch when you slipped your fingers around his dark locks. “Tell me how you like it.”
“I don’t think you need some guidance,” you giggled.
“Or maybe I just want you to ride my face,” he corrected. “Spread those lips for me, baby, come on. Spread them.”
You spread your pussy’s lips apart with your fingers and Eren closed the space without waiting, driving his tongue past your entrance. “I want you to use me,” he said. “I want you to cum all over my face. Can you do that for me?”
Being both a spy and an assassin, you had mastered the way to keep your emotions and expressions in check, but Eren could break your facade in seconds. “Yes…” 
He smiled, so angelically it was unsettling. “Good girl,” he whispered against your folds. “Now tell me what you want me to do to you.”
You felt heat creeping up to your cheeks, an unfamiliar sensation after all these years. “Just continue with what you’re doing.”
“What was I doing?” He tilted his head like a clueless child but his salacious smirk spoke the truth.
He was a fucking tease and yet, somehow, that only made him thousand times more enticing. “I want your tongue inside me.”
“Hmm,” he complied, repeating his motion. “What else?”
“Want you to fuck me with it.”
Eren grinned, eyes glinting with lust and satisfaction. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
You knew you were tugging too hard on the roots of his hair but even if he was hurting, he didn’t let out any protest. He only let out a guttural groan, the vibrations went straight to your sensitive skin as he sucked around your clit. Your juice coated his tongue and he wanted the taste to linger forever. “Mmm,” he purred. “You taste better than how I imagined you would be.”
“Your fingers,” your command started to sound more like a plea with each second passing by. “Fuck me with your fingers too.”
He snorted, amusement on his face. “Acting like a fucking queen now, aren’t you?”
“I thought you wanted me to be your queen.” You rocked your hips, using his face as you pleased. “You want my cum all over your face, don’t you?”
Eren loved the way you matched his energy. “That, I do.” Using two of his fingers, he plunged them inside without waiting for you to adjust. You flinched. The friction burned.
“Did it hurt?” He asked with a cheeky grin, pumping them in and out of you. “Sorry.”
“Shut up,” you hissed. “You’re enjoying it.”
“Maybe.” He drew his fingers away, taking them inside his mouth as if he couldn’t bear a second too long without having your taste on his tongue. “You see, baby, I like to think that pain and pleasure go hand in hand. For example–” Without warning, he sank his teeth into the supple skin of your thigh, robbing a gasp out of your mouth and forcing your body to jolt in agony. You were no stranger to pain, but Eren had no mercy on his bite, a little harder than that and he would’ve ripped your skin apart. He let the throbbing ache sink in for a few seconds before he replaced them with his lips, soothing the burn with sweet kisses and teasing tongue. He licked at the wound, gently suckling on your skin before he mapped his way back to your center. “You can only appreciate pleasure once you’ve felt pain.” He pressed his mouth hotly against your heat, tongue flicking and tasting. You shivered, baffled at the sensation he was giving you. “It makes everything feel more intense, doesn’t it?” 
You began to rock your hips against his mouth, keeping one hand at the back of his skull to keep him still. “Seems like you enjoy giving pain more than you give your women pleasure.”
 “Well, I guess, it depends,” he stopped you momentarily to form his answer. He rubbed his thumb against your clit before he lowered his head once more. “When a pussy tastes this good,” he licked a stripe up your folds, “I’d rather fuck it with my tongue for hours.” 
Eren was so good, too good, that you began to squeeze your thighs together, almost suffocating him when you cummed on his tongue not a few minutes later. He lapped up your juices, half-lidded eyes observing your expression. You’re beautiful, he thought, so goddamn beautiful I want to tear you apart.
He sat on his heels, wiping his mouth and his chin with a slide of his thumb. “How was that, baby?”
You tried to catch up with your breath. “That was… amazing.”
His smirk was so arrogant that it felt like he was degrading you. “I won’t let you sleep tonight.” His fingers toyed with the button of his jeans. “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum before you pass out.”
“Is that so?” You tangled your legs around his waist and flipped your position. Now that he was lying on the bed, you mounted yourself on his hips. “Let’s see how many times I can edge you before you start begging for my mercy.”
“Feisty, aren’t you?” He chuckled, sitting up so he could unzip your dress, one hand palming against your breast while the other one held your face. He slanted his mouth across yours, tongue slithering inside to plunder. You could faintly taste yourself on his tongue, almost making you whimper from the desperation of wanting to connect your body with his.
You yanked both of his jeans and boxer briefs down just enough to release him out of his confinement. You did him a favor by going down on him, as it was only fair after the amount of stimulation he’d brought you. Eren had his eyes closed, his fingers finding home in your hair. “Fuck,” he cursed breathily. “You’re so fucking good at this.”
You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks until his hips buckled. “Shit, I want to fuck your mouth so bad,” he breathed heavily, voice hazy. “Want to cum down your throat.”
“Well, then,” you swirled your tongue around his tip. “What’s stopping you?”
Yanking you away by taking a handful of your hair, Eren guided your face back to his. He pressed his thumb against the corner of your mouth and you parted your lips, letting him slip it inside and press his pad against your tongue. “I want to make you cum again,” he stated, his desire burning inside him when you rolled his finger between your teeth. “With my cock this time.”
“Condom.” You stroked him with your fingers. “Do you have one?”
“In my bag.”
“Too far. I’ll just get mine.” You jumped off him, making him groan at the loss of your warmth. You discarded every piece of clothing off your body as you rummaged the inside of your purse, tossing him a packet of condom when you found one.
“It’s too small,” Eren said and when you glowered, he sniggered. “Just kidding. You’re cute.” He ripped the packet with his teeth but stopped when he saw you crawling back to his lap. “Will you do me the honor?”
You sighed, taking the condom from his hand. “Do you do this with all your one night stands?”
“Only with the pretty ones.”
You rolled your eyes but you placed the rubber around his length, stroking him gently as you coated it with lubricant. You positioned yourself on top of him, enveloping him with your warmth inch-by-inch as you adjusted to his size.
“Fuck,” you groaned. “You’re so—”
“Big?” He wiggled an eyebrow, his smirk was filthy. “Told ya.”
“I was about to say annoying.”
“No, you weren’t.” Eren pushed himself off the bed, his mouth latching on your breast, sucking bruises as he moaned against your skin. “Ah, fuck,” he hissed, tongue flicking against your nipple. Your walls were fluttering around him, taking him in to the hilt. “You’re so fucking hot inside.”
You only wasted a few seconds to prepare yourself before you moved your hips, sliding up and down his length with one hand on his chest and another one on his nape. “Does it feel good?” You asked but the answer was clear. His eyes had begun to droop, his lips on your skin pausing every now and then as he was too busy drowning in bliss.
“You sound cocky,” he commented, smacking and squeezing your ass cheeks with both palms before he rested his hands on the dip of your waist, his fingers clawing against the skin. 
Every movement of your body was obscene. “You don’t like it?”
“I love it,” he answered your provocative smirk with his own. 
Eren let you take control just for now, and you perceived it as a challenge. Leaning back with your hands propping you up from behind, your palms pressed flat against the sheets, you gave him the dirtiest lap dance, moving up and down his cock with your teeth biting seductively at the corner of your lip. His eyes were transfixed on your hips, lips parted in a silent moan. 
“Think you can handle me, baby?” you teased him. “Seems like you’re enjoying this way too much.”
His gaze fleeted back to yours, his amorous smile reeling you in. “Think you can handle me?”
“Wha–”
Without warning, he slammed your body down to the bed, raising both of your legs high in the air, and slid himself back in one quick motion. Hard, deep and fast, he pounded into you, over and over again until you had your fingers twisted against the sheets, your toes curling in pleasure. “Fuck–” You gasped, arching your back. He snapped his hips forward, forcing you to choke out his name. “Eren–”
“Keep your eyes on me,” he reminded you, his nails digging into your skin. He rested your legs on his shoulders, hugging you by your thighs. Eren looked down at you, his voice a pitch lower when he added, “Always on me.”
His gaze itself sent a plethora of emotions coursing through your veins, enough to make your stomach twist and turn. The rough material of his jeans grazed against your skin when he lifted your lower half in the air, giving him more access and precision to hit your sweet spot. “There!” You urged him. “Fuck, that feels so–ah, do it again–”
He chortled, deep and sultry. “So demanding,” he muttered, but he gave you what you wanted, fucking you ferociously in the same spot that turned you into a whimpering mess. Had he kept it up for a few seconds longer, you knew it would be over for you but Eren slowed down the pace just to tease, right when you wanted him to go faster. “I was so close,” you mewled in both protest and pleasure, as you could feel his pelvis rubbing against your clit with each sway of his hips.
“I know.” There was a sadistic hint in the way he smiled. 
“I thought you were planning on making me cum.”
“I already did.” His tongue peeked out to swipe across his lower lip, reminding you that you came all over his face just a moment ago. “Now I’m planning to make you my plaything for the night.” His hips were rolling so obscenely almost similar to the way he danced before. “Let’s take it easy, baby.” His hair tie slipped off his strands, luscious dark locks cascading to his shoulders. His grin was cheeky but the rest of his face was contorted in pleasure. “We have all night to ourselves.”
“I want you to fuck me like before.”
“And I’ll give it to you. Be patient.” Eren pulled himself away, spinning your body around until you had your stomach pressed flat on the bed. He was back inside you not a second after, returning to his previous pace, his cock rubbing fast and hard against your walls as he glued his chest to your spine. “Like this, baby?”
“Mmm, yeah,” you breathed out, panting and moaning your way to ecstasy. You had been with many experienced men before, but Eren was unlike any other. He had control over everything while making you lose yours at the same time. He brought his weight down with every thrust, giving you a sense of pleasure that was so intense, it was almost blinding.
“I’ll make sure you get fucked like you deserve it,” he whispered in your ear, his voice breathless, deep, and perilous. “Gonna make use of this pretty little cunt until you can’t walk.” A sudden thrust, one that was so forceful, sent you clawing against the bed, your scream muffled by the pillow. Overwhelmed by the sensation, your body moved away from him in reflex but he kept you still, his fingers sliding up from your chest to your throat. “Don’t run from it,” he growled. “You’re gonna take everything of me. Every fucking inch of me.”
Eren had your neck within his grasp, could crush it in one try if he wasn’t careful. His cock pulsated deep inside, his limbs tangled with yours with only a thin layer of sweat separating your skin. Angling your face to the side, he kissed you from behind. It was just as smothering, consuming and you felt your heartbeat escalating when he choked you a little harder.
He lifted you, forcing you to stand on your knees, your spine flush against his chest. His teeth were prickling against the juncture of your neck.
“Now, tell me, baby.” His smirk formed across your skin. “Who’s your Daddy?”
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AN: Hey, everyone, thanks for reading another story of mine! I wanted to make this a mini series at first but I'm not sure yet 'cause I still have a few series I need to finish. I've already written the sequel for this (though I still need to edit a few scenes), but I don't know if you're interested so I'll just see how you guys think about this for now. If you want to see more of daddy secret agent eren, who am I to say no 😏
Massive thanks to Sandra, Joli, Coi and Ben who beta-ed this for me. I love you girls so much ❤️
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Imagine King!Eren seeing his child for the first time when he comes back from war!!! Someone please write this 😭😭😭
NINA you're gonna make me cry okay maybe just a little drabble
CW: mentions of sex, pregnancy, childbirth, yeah I think that’s it
Length: 2.3K "just a little drabble"
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It's been almost a year since Eren has been away, leading the charge against the enemy kingdom that had been encroaching in his borders. It was a bittersweet and heartbreaking goodbye that fateful night before Eren was set to leave for the battlefront. You knew there was a chance that Eren wouldn't make it back, and while the thought brought you to tears and tore your heart to pieces, you let him go. You had to.
"It's my duty," he said, that fierce determination ever present in those bright green eyes of his. His large hands cradled your face, the same hands that held swords and knighted men. The same hands that made plans of warfare and took the lives of enemies. Those calloused palms held you so gently, as if he'd crush you with even an ounce of his strength. "If I don't lead the charge, who will?"
He was right, of course. Would the knights and armies of the kingdom fight without a leader at their helm? What would they be fighting for if their king wasn't right there fighting alongside them?
You couldn't help it—tears slipped past your waterline, carving rivers down your cheeks and raining droplets down to your collarbones. You were afraid. What if he didn't make it back to you? And not just to you, but to his people? He was a beloved, just, and determined to protect his people even if it meant he had to lead them to warfare. But it wasn't his wish. Most days, he wished to spend them in your arms instead.
That night was no different.
He brushed away your tears with languid strokes of his thumb and featherlight kisses to your skin. He was a warrior at heart, a leader with a tough exterior. But within the four walls of his chambers, laid bare before you, stripped of his lavish royal robes and decorations, he was but a man with a touch as gentle as a calm sea breeze. His hands traversed every inch of your skin, searing the image of your body to his memory. His lips, too, claimed every dip and every curve, a year's worth of kisses captured and stored away in his chest under lock and key.
"Promise you'll return to me," you begged him, though you both knew he couldn't keep such a promise.
"I can only promise that I'll try my hardest to."
No other promises were exchanged that night, for fear of breaking them. Instead, praises and affirmations of love reverberated off the walls, the king so devoted to and enraptured by his lover. So desperately and so ardently did he shower you with his love, as if that night would be the last time he ever could.
Just as easily as he handed you his heart, raw and burning fiercely for you, did he rip it right out of your grasp that next morning as he wished you goodbye.
But at least he had left you with a piece of him, a gift in the form of his firstborn, growing slowly but steadily within your womb. For months, as your belly grew and your body ached, you spent your days and your late nights wishing for his safe return. You roamed the halls of the castle most days, servants cautiously keeping their distance when you asked them to, but fawning over you all the same. You were carrying the next heir to the throne, afterall.
While you wished you could share this with Eren, you were told it was dangerous to tell him in your letters. The strongest warriors were at war—if an enemy was to find out that there was an heir, and especially that it was unprotected, it would leave you vulnerable, a target even. So every new symptom, every week that your belly grew, every little kick and heavy punch from within your belly was a pungent reminder of Eren and how badly you wished for him to experience this too. Often times, as you snuck into his chambers and lay alone within his silk sheets, you shed tears of longing, but also of fear—how would Eren react when he would come back? Would he be a changed man, being away at the front lines, his hands stained with blood and his armies dwindled with death? Would he still be as kind, as gentle with you? With your baby?
The day of your baby’s birth came with still no news of Eren’s return. It seemed they were emerging victorious and thankfully Eren was still alive, as of the letters he had sent just a week prior. He had written one addressed to you privately, though the contents were only ever read by candlelight in the privacy of his chambers as you fondly stroked your belly, feeling the energetic and forceful kicks from your baby inside throughout the entire night. You smiled with fondness at every word—the new lands he had seen; the details of his daily life that seemed mundane, but he still felt the urge to tell you about them; and most of all how he still thought of you, from the moment he rose in the morning to the moment he laid to rest under the cover of the stars.
Your thoughts lingered on this letter even a week later as you had your baby—a boy, with a face and eyes that he’d copied from his father. Emir, you named him affectionately. Prince.
It wasn’t until two months later that you had received another letter, this one detailing of victory. Eren was set to return at last. And while the exact date of his return was uncertain, you expected some kind of notice—whether it be in the form of a servant informing you, or whether it be taking notice of the entire castle flipped on its head, staff circling in a frenzy.
Yet, neither of those things happen when Eren arrives.
It's quiet, and as has become a habit of yours, you spend the morning on a rocking chair in Eren's balcony, facing the expansive gardens. They are beautiful, painted with the vibrant hues of flowers planted across the grounds. There's a sheer curtain behind you, separating the balcony from the bedroom, and it sways with the gentle breeze. When Eren steps into his chambers, exhausted from the night ride and still clad in his riding clothes, too concerned with seeing you again to worry about such things such as changing attire, he almost misses your presence as it's hidden away behind the curtain. If it wasn't for your soft humming to alert him of your presence, he would have stepped right back into the halls and called for a servant to find you.
Instead, a soft smile forms on his lips at the sound of your voice. He missed it, terribly so. He takes long strides in a rush to be close to you again, and just as he opens his lips to greet you he becomes frozen in his tracks.
Is that a baby?
He doesn't see the baby clearly right away, only that you're nursing, and for a moment he's overcome with a wave of emotions: confusion, surprise, and even jealousy at the chance that your baby may not be his.
Just before he's about to speak, once again he's sent into silence. This time, it's because you speak first.
"Your father's coming home soon, Em," you coo at the baby, who blinks up at you with those precious emeralds, the same shade as those of the man whom you dream of seeing once more. Your chair rocks gently back and forth, and the baby drifts between consciousness and sleep, a little hiccup leaving his lips after being well-fed. "I know you're going to love him, baby."
Eren leans against the wall, the only source of strength left to him.
The baby hiccups again and you bring him to your shoulder, to pat his back and burp him a little. Unbeknownst to you, with the baby looking over your shoulder, he makes eye contact with Eren behind you. Green blinks back at green as Eren lays eyes on Emir's face for the first time, and Eren knows he can't stay back and watch any longer, not when it's so glaringly obvious. That's my son.
Eren comes closer, pushing the sheer curtain completely out of the way, and softly calls your name as he stands behind your chair. It takes you a moment to register that, yes, that's Eren's voice you heard just now. Not some figment of your imagination, replaying the loving way he'd call for you. No, it's real. He's here.
You move to stand but he gestures for you to stay seated. As he stands before you, leaning against the nearby stone edge of the balcony, you both look at each other for the first time in a year.
Eren's hair is longer, pulled back into a low ponytail below the crown that adorns his head. His chest seems larger, broader somehow. He looks stronger, hardened from his time as war. He has a scar over his brow that seems to have healed with time, but with all the nights you've memorized his face, you notice it with just one glance. He’s as handsome as ever, and if not for the baby in your arms, you’d leap into his.
To Eren, motherhood has done you justice. You're just as beautiful as ever, perhaps even more so as you exude a gentle radiance that softens his heart, melting away the ice that had formed over your absence in his long year away at war. Your hair may be a little longer and your body a little fuller, but nothing else has changed—nothing that matters to him.
He reaches out to you, and the first thing you feel is warmth. It’s his palm, pressed to your cheek. He looks upset, you think, as you watch his eyes dance between you and Emir.
“You didn’t tell me when you wrote to me that… you were with child,” he says, his voice a regretful lull.
“It wasn’t safe,” you replied, meeting his gaze. “You were away and—"
“I would have come sooner,” he interrupts you. “I’d end the war in a day if it meant I’d come back to this.” His focus is entirely on the baby now, and the pout on Eren’s face is borderline childish. It makes you chuckle.
“You’d give up the fight so easily? Doesn’t sound like the King I know.” Eren’s heart can’t help but race at the sight of your teasing smile. “The Eren I know would fight until the bitter end.”
Eren leans down and bestows a chaste kiss upon your lips, just the lightest and quickest of touches. Enough to rustle out the butterflies that have lived dormant in your stomach for the last year.
“Well the Eren you know wasn’t a father,” he says, before placing an equally as soft kiss to Emir’s hair. In a more hushed voice, filled with wonder as the baby blinks right back at him, Eren marvels at the boy. “Wow… I’m a father…”
With a tentative hand he reaches out for the boy, and as if on instinct Emir wraps his hand around one of Eren’s fingers. And it’s so tight it surprises him, a laugh bubbling past his lips.
“He’s strong isn’t he?”
“Like his father,” you smile at the two of them. Even as Eren swings his finger around, the baby refuses to let go.
“Have you given him a name?”
Eren’s gaze finally turns back to you, as if it was physically painful to tear it off of his son. You don’t blame him—you imagine he’s incredibly surprised.
“Yes,” you lift him up higher, closer to your and Eren’s faces. “Emir.”
“Emir,” Eren repeats, searing the name to memory. He etches it over his heart, in a place right next to yours. He can’t help but reach out to you again, to capture your lips in another kiss. But this one is much more telling of his longing, how deep his affection has become. He’s at a loss for words, enamored by this incredibly wonderful surprise he’s come home to.
That’s right, he’s home.
“Can I…” Eren’s words start to trail off with uncertainty, but you already know what he wants to ask for.
“Of course.” Your hand cradles the baby’s head as you place him in Eren’s arms. You stand from your chair and follow Eren to the edge of the balcony. He stares down at his son in pure amazement and adoration, and you watch with pride blooming in your chest. All those late nights that you feared Eren wouldn’t come home amalgamate into a deep pit in your stomach, and seeing Eren cradling his son for the first time, the sky clear and the backdrop of the lush garden behind them, it paints the perfect picture. All your fears didn’t come to pass, and it’s at this moment that you feel so relieved you start to cry.
Eren’s standing close enough to notice your silent sobs and the wetness that paints your cheeks. You reach out your hand, to brush over the scar that marrs his brow.
“What is it, love?”
The warmth in his voice only makes the emotions swell. “I’m… happy,” you reply, because seeing the sight before you—Eren, finally home, with your son in his arms—that’s the only name you can put to your emotions. “I’m so happy you’re home.”
As you and Eren stand close together, your baby between you, Eren knows exactly how you feel. He leans down to kiss your tears, just as he did a year ago. Only this time they’re tears of happiness, not sadness and fear.
“And I’m happy to be home.”
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when you get this you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ♡ I love you, Eva! ❤️
I just saw this omg 🥲🥲 @sundaysundaes
Okay so
1. My eyes. I love the blue color and seeing how much they have changed throughout my life.
2. My tattoos. I know it’s not something I was born with, but still. I love every single one and can’t wait for more.
3. My resiliency. Life’s hard, so I continue to take pride in myself I’m always getting back up and working through it.
4. My laugh. I like to think that my laugh brings more laughter.
5. My smile. I love how bright my smile is, especially when I’m around the people who know how to bring a genuine one out.
I love you to Kana ❤️🐣
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Day 18. Dumbification
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Pairing: husband!Tetsuro Kuroo x f!reader
Synopsis: Will Kuroo be able to survive No Nut November?
Warning: thigh riding, cunnilingus, doggy style, dirty talk, dumbification, creampie, pet name, multiple orgasms
wc: + 1 k
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I love him.
for eren.
- instead of a skincare routine, i see him having a strict hair care routine like really going into depths with treating his hair and making sure it’s always smooth and silky.
- randomly became a ring haver after seeing jean wear loads and get compliments from it.
- drives with one hand most times and the other is either on your thigh/knee.
- (if he’s driving a stick shift, he’ll take your hand and refuse to let go, it’s a right of passage).
- is not super into pda, but sometimes he forgets it’s not just the two of you and that you are in public.
- (one time he got really jealous when he saw you talking to jean at a party and approached you by grabbing your waist and pulling you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around your neck).
“why did you even do that?”
“i didn’t like the way he was all up in your space talking to you like that.”
“so you were jealous?”
“no.”
- sometimes he gets nervous around you, even though you’ve been dating for a while, forgetting where to place his hands when you kiss.
- a blusher. you say one nice thing to him and suddenly his whole entire face is red.
- is always asking you to braid or play with his hair, he loves the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp.
“hey why did you take your hand away?”
“got a message from sasha.”
“screw sasha, put your hands back in my hair.”
“what the fuck?”
“please.”
- is always taking pictures of you no matter what the occasion, you’re his muse (and he likes to use it is as leverage whenever you take a slip of him).
- when you guys are hanging out, his hands always have to be on you, whether he’s holding your hand, caressing your thigh or simply playing with your fingers.
- a serial forehead kisser, he just can’t help it.
- one time you and the gang all smoked up in his house and it ended up resulting in everyone leaving to go to the garden while you and eren made out for almost half an hour (everyone left after that).
- when he gets high, he gets HIGH and becomes the worlds most clingiest individual.
“you get so clingy when you’re stoned.”
“its cause i wanna be with you all the time, i wanna live in your skin forever.
- learnt how to play the guitar for you after you said how you found it so interesting.
- did it as a joke, but ended up really liking it and can play so many songs.
- he learns your favourite songs and occasionally sends you videos of him practicing.
- when you try to wake up in the morning, he immediately grabs you back so that you can’t move.
“eren, i need to pee.”
“no you don’t.”
“i thought you were sleeping?”
“i am.”
- has a polaroid photo of the two of you in the back of his phonecase and in his wallet.
- on the rare occasion he has to leave early in the morning, if you sleep over or he sleeps over at your house, he’ll write a note and leave it on top of your phone on the nightstand.
“totally forgot i had class at 9, i’ll see you later, baby. love you :)”
- his love language is physical touch: he loves holding you, touching you in the slightest way, hugs, the works (but if you’re not feeling it, he will not do anything to obstruct your personal space)
- i see him also having gift giving as his love language, whatever he sees wherever he goes that makes him think of you, he gets it.
- when he’s co-oping with the boys playing a video game, he doesn’t want you to be bored or think he’s ignoring you so he’ll place you on his lap and teach you the ropes.
“yeager, there is no way you got killed again.”
“that wasn’t me.”
“then who the fuck was it?”
“sorry guys, i’m a newcomer to this!”
- he loves it when you wear his clothes, even if it’s extremely too big for you, he finds it and you so cute.
- (called you mommy as a joke once, but he wasn’t joking and you knew he wasn’t joking).
- a moaner and a whiner. even if you poke a sensitive spot of his, he will find a way to whine unnecessarily.
- he’s always smiling when he’s around you, even if he isn’t having the best of days, your presence and even the mere thought of you will cheer him up.
- if you’re not together, he’ll message you at the most random time to ask what you’re doing.
“hey baby what are you doing?”
“watching youtube, why?”
“i miss you.”
“we saw each other earlier.”
“okay but that was earlier, i miss you now.”
“i’m coming over.”
“eren, it’s 3 in the morning.”
“idc i’m coming over!!”
- taught himself how to cook after he got scolded by carla when she found out he survived solely on ready meals and delivery services.
- always finds a way to shotgun with you during a smoke sesh, ending up on his lap, staring at each other with hazy red eyes, ignoring everyone squirm in the background.
“you’ll never get tired of me, right?”
“you’re my whole entire heart and soul, baby. i will always be by your side.”
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Devils roll the dice. Angels roll their eyes (Chapter 2)
Chapter 1
At work, you have to deal with your annoying coworker, even more stress, neverending piles of work, and the demon form of your personal devil because apparently, Sukuna loses control when someone upsets you. Hopefully, your angel and devil can work together to help you.
Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) x Yuuji Genre: Urban Fantasy AU, fluff, smut Word Count: 3k Playlist: Angel and Devil Warnings: 18+, religious themes, sacrilege. Yuuji is an angel, and Sukuna is a demon. They have a romantic and sexual relationship with reader and each other. Mostly just suggestive stuff in this chapter. Smut, threesome, poly, oral, fingering, creampie, anal in future chapters. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
Thank you so much to my sweet friend @tinymaru for giving Yuuji and Sukuna their angel and devil look in the header! Love youuuu!
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You sigh and bury your face in your hands. He did it again! Your most hated coworker, the one who is always rude to you and tries to undermine you, left a file on your desk. It's his work. But somehow, he found a way to turn it into your work.
And now it is sitting here on your already cluttered desk, mocking you with its presence. One more thing on top of the list of the seemingly neverending things you have to do.
The air behind you crackles, and the smell of roses and ripe apples laced with smoke fills the small space of your office. 
There's a faint sensation of electricity in the air, like the feeling you get when the air is thick and loaded with tension right before a thunderstorm. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You know what it means.
Sukuna is here.
A large hand with long elegant fingers and black nails lands on your shoulder.
"Even more work? Tsk tsk tsk. No, we're not doing that."
Sukuna leans down until his warm breath is brushing over your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Warm lips find your neck, leaving a hot trail of kisses there. Your devil's low, seductive voice is sinful like a caress:
"You can't take on more work, princess. I won't allow it. That's time you better spend screaming my name while writhing beneath me."
You lean into his touch, closing your eyes to picture the scene your devil tempted you with. And yes. You want that. It's much better than imagining spending even more hours here in your office.
You want to be trapped underneath Sukuna's heavy body. You want to feel his canines on your neck as he dominates you and puts you in your place, filling you with his cock and making you scream and beg and sob until your work isn't on your mind anymore.
You felt so carefree and happy this morning when your angel was with you. Your pulse quickens as you think back to the blissful time in Yuuji's arms. You would have never assumed that an angel would fuck you this good. That he would fuck at all. But he did. And he did it so well.
And now you can't help but also wish to get a taste of your devil. His promise of making you scream is so alluring.
Sukuna is smirking at you arrogantly. It's the smirk of someone who knows he can give you a good time. And you know it too. His confidence and the dominance he exudes drive you crazy.
Your devil is the embodiment of temptation. A blood-red juicy apple in an otherwise grey world.
He looks literally sexy as hell. His pretty pink hair is combed back elegantly. The black filigree lines adorning his tan skin look beautiful on him. Small pointy fangs are glittering teasingly as he lifts one corner of his lips even further, making his smirk look even more smug, even sexier.
He is leaning over you, so powerful and strong with his tall, muscular build. His black suit and black dress shirt make him look like a wealthy, handsome businessman.
If he asked you to sign a contract in your own blood to sell off your soul to him at this moment, you would probably do it. How could you say no to this beautiful and sexy demon?
Your breath is coming out in short gasps by now, thighs pressed tightly together as your pussy throbs with arousal.
A needy sob escapes your parted lips when Sukuna cups your chin and makes you tilt your head up to look at him. His glittering red diamond eyes watch you in amusement as he slowly leans closer, gradually closing the little space that's still left between the two of you until his sinfully soft lips brush over yours.
It's not even a real kiss, just a teasing caress. A little taste to drive you crazy.
You realize that this is part of his devilish nature. While Yuuji freely gives you all the affection and love you crave, Sukuna plays his little hellish games with you. He's a seducer, a tease, a beautiful and sexy temptation. Someone who gets off on seeing people lose their minds because of the things he does. Someone who loves the power he has over you. Someone who wants you to beg for him.
You don't even think twice about it before swallowing your pride and giving in to the lure of your devil:
"P....please, Sukuna...."
The devilish smirk on his pretty face grows wider. He won this round, and he is very pleased about it.
"You learn fast. Good girl."
His voice alone makes you wet. It's so seductive, a low sexy purr. Sukuna's thumb strokes over your lower lip, pointy black fingernail digging gently into your flesh.
And finally, he gives you what you begged for. His lips seal yours with a heated kiss. Sukuna's lips are maddeningly soft, making your head spin when he moves them against yours. He is in control, strong hand on your chin, forked tongue prying your lips open and demanding entrance.
It's a kiss that makes you imagine red neon letters that lead to a nightclub where lewd things take place, attracting you with the sinful promise of getting all your deepest desires fulfilled.
A kiss as intoxicating as the first drag of a cigarette. Making you moan because you finally got what you were craving so bad, soothing your racing mind but also making your fingers twitch with the need for more.
It's hot and passionate, making you tremble with desire as you feel Sukuna's tongue go even deeper.
At this moment, you would happily let him drag you down to hell and be his little obedient pet in his demon kingdom.
The shrill sound of your phone makes you jump and pull away from the sexy kiss you shared with your devil.
Your chest is heaving, lips swollen and wet with spit as you clear your throat and gulp hard before picking up the phone with a shaky hand.
It's your coworker. The asshole who left his file here on your desk.
"Hey, (y/n) I just wanted to enquire how long you think it will take you to finish the case I gave you last week. Not to sound annoying, but it's becoming a bit pressing..."
Your free hand balls into a fist, nails digging angrily into your skin. How dare him! But your voice sounds calm when you answer:
"I am doing my best, but I have quite a lot of work, as you know. Just now, I found another file on my desk. So it will take a while. I do what I can."
"Aww, yes, I know you are overworked and can't deal with stress. But you see, if you learn to get more organized, you will surely improve. I need the case tomorrow. Have a lovely day!"
He hangs up on you before you get a chance to reply, leaving you glaring at the phone, fuming with anger. Such a fucking asshole!
You hear a growl behind you, a feral sounding noise that makes your heart jump to your throat. You know that it has to be Sukuna who made that sound, but he sounds more like a beast than a human.
You slowly turn around to look at your devil with eyes wide from fear.
Sukuna looks even taller somehow, and the glare in his eyes is so deadly and angry that it makes you stumble backwards, hitting your back against your desk. His face seems carved out of marble all of a sudden, not like the skin of a human anymore. Ruby red eyes are glowing even brighter than usual, looking almost as if real flames are flickering in them.
Your office is much darker now, filled with ominous shadows. And you watch in horror as something moves in the shadows behind your devil. Something black as night, leathery and adorned with sharp spikes.
Sukuna's demon wings.
It's a sight that is repellent and enticing at the same time. They look strong and dangerous.
Sukuna spreads those dark leathery wings, blocking the light from the window even more and casting a huge menacing shadow. More darkness flows around him. The shadows seem to be alive, looking like the lost tortured souls he's collecting in his circle of hell.
The smell of smoke becomes almost suffocating, and a red glow ascends from the floor beneath the demon's feet. Flames lick at his fine black dress shoes and shadowy black snakes slither up his long muscular legs, hugging their master like a lover's caress.
The air feels too hot. It's getting hard to breathe. You hear a crackle. Not like the one you usually hear when Sukuna or Yuuji manifest. Something much more dangerous. A loud buzzing like a big forest fire that crushes everything in its way, bringing death and destruction.
He's terrifying.
Suddenly the room feels too small. You press your back against the desk, trying to get further away from the monster in front of you, unable to hide your fear. This is a devil. A demon lord. He is dangerous, hot like hellfire and cold like that frozen lake in another hell circle. Fire and ice both so deadly that they bring hopeless tears to your eyes.
Sukuna's gaze lands on you, his glowing ruby red eyes are boring into yours. You gulp hard. Every nerve in your body is screaming at you to run. But would it even help? You could never escape. All hope abandon ye who enter here.
Your lips tremble from fear. But suddenly, Sukuna blinks, and a surprised frown appears on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"N...nothing."
You try to calm down, but the panic still has an iron grip on you.
Your devil's expression changes into something almost like concern. He raises an elegant eyebrow.
"Are you scared of me?"
Your breath is coming too fast while you press your back against the desk. It's no use denying it. So you nod, unable to form words, as the first tears slip out of your eyes and run down your cheeks and over the corners of your trembling lips.
Sukuna blinks again, and when he opens his eyes again, they aren't hosting flames anymore. Instead, they look their usual glowing red. His face becomes more human right in front of your eyes. Transforming from cold and hard marble back to soft tan skin, looking so full of life that it makes you let out a relieved breath.
He folds his leathery black wings slowly, and they disappear, taking the sinister shadows and the snakes with them. The room doesn't look so dark anymore.
"Don't be scared, princess. You have nothing to fear from me."
You find your voice again to mutter:
"You're a devil..."
"Yeah, but I'm your devil. I could never hurt you." 
Sukuna's pretty long eyelashes flutter seductively, just like anything he does is seductive and intriguing, designed to lure people in. And it's working again now that he doesn't look so scary anymore. You feel the tension leave your body, getting pulled into your devil's spell once again. You welcome it. It feels much better to have him try to seduce you than to fear that he will kill you with one flick of one of his sharp black claws.
His typical smug smirk curls his lips, and he adds in an amused voice:
"Only if you want me to."
Of course, he has to add something like that! But you aren't scared anymore. The tingling in your hands has vanished, and you exhale audibly. There's no danger.
"Well, thanks, but no. I don't want you to hurt me ever."
Sukuna laughs softly,
"Oh, don't be so quick to say that. We'll see about that. But anyway, you really should learn to say no. I'm the only one you should always be obedient to. Can you do that, darling, hmm? Will you be my good pet?"
His voice is low and seductive, so tempting, so sexy, almost sounding like a moan. It makes it hard for you to think clearly. Don't you want to do anything this sexy devil tells you? Wouldn't it be the best thing to just please him, so you get your reward and can be his good toy?
Suddenly the soft chiming of bells fills the air, and with it comes the smell of spring, fresh pink cherry blossoms, sunshine, and cotton candy.
Yuuji.
His voice drifts through the fog of your spellbound brain. It sounds warm and sweet like honey and makes you halt mid-move, your lips stopping only a few centimeters away from your devil's enticing mouth.
"What kind of game are you playing here without me, my sweet devil?"
Your gaze slips to your angel. Yuuji is a beautiful vision in white and gold, bringing the light back into the room as he's casting a warm glow on everything around him.
The expression on your angel's face is one of benevolent amusement. He rolls his pretty golden eyes and laughs softly. It's a beautiful sound, making you feel wrapped in warmth as if you're lying on a fluffy pink cloud with your angel boy, and his gentle fingers are running through your hair, blessing you with his angelic smile and tender words and kisses.
Sukuna groans and straightens up, taking a step away from you.
"Fuck off, angel brat. We were doing just splendid without you."
"Oh, I saw some of it! I didn't interrupt sooner because I thought it was sweet how protective you got over (y/n) when her coworker called. But she got scared of your demon form, so maybe you should tone it down a bit next time."
Yuuji's eyes flicker to you, and he asks in his warm, loving tone:
"Are you ok, sweetheart?"
You smile at the concern and nod,
"Yes, thanks. Everything's fine."
"That's great! And Sukuna is right. You should learn to say no, sweetie. But let's do this together, ok? Because I fear our dear devil might give you too much one-sided advice. I'm sure you need a little heavenly intervention."
He grins as brightly as the sun and winks at you playfully while his tan hand reaches out to touch Sukuna's shoulder casting a golden glow against the devil's black suit jacket.
Sukuna sighs, but he steps away from you and instead leans against the desk, arms crossed in front of his broad chest, looking professional and sexy as hell at it.
"Ok, princess, here's what you'll do: Take that damn file, go over to that asshole coworker, slam it on his desk, and tell him to do his fucking work. And if Mr. Why didn't you finish the thing I gave you last week? complains, tell him that you'll rat him out to your boss. Honestly, you should spit on that vermin."
"No, no, no! No spitting! We don't want to cause a whole war in here. But yes, I agree that you should bring the file back to him. Let's do it in a not-so-aggressive way, though. Just send the file back to your coworker via company mail. This way, you don't have to confront him directly. You'd feel more comfortable this way, right, sweetheart?"
Yuuji is looking at you with his big golden eyes, making sure to see your reaction and whether you are comfortable. It makes you feel warm and taken care of. You nod and smile faintly at your angel.
"Yes, I think that's a good idea, Yuuji."
His bright smile lights up the whole room, and he reaches out to take your hand into his large warm one, offering his love and reassurance not only with words but also with physical touch.
"Great! I'm so proud of you, darling!"
While your angel is still smiling at you, you feel a solid body pressing against your back and a strong arm wrap around your waist, pulling you against your devil's chest. Sukuna's voice is laced with glee as he breathes into your ear:
"But make sure to add a little love note where you tell that maggot to go fuck himself."
"Sukuna, stop it! She can't do something like that! It's rude! And also, this is a professional environment!"
"Oh please, don't get your halo in a twist, little angel! Who is the better businessman, you or me? I know how companies work. I know what I'm doing! This isn't your perfect paradise where everyone is nice and sweet and well-meaning and dances around in their little golden outfits to the sounds of some harps. The majority of the business world has sold their souls to my department. Of course, we won't say "go fuck yourself" outright. We'll say it in a professional way."
Sukuna reaches out to grab Yuuji's chin.
"The secret to success, in this case, is to be confident and assertive. And if you can't feel it, you have to fake it. Leave the note to me, angel brat."
In the end, you put the file into the company mail with a note that says, "Upon second inspection, this file seems to fall into your area of responsibility. Please treat with the highest priority!"
You address the envelope to the head of the department, smiling to yourself when you imagine the level of stress your coworker will experience when he receives a scolding for "misplacing" his file.
Yuuji smiles his angelic smile while he reaches out to rub Sukuna's arm, offering his counterpart his praise.
"You did really well, Kuna."
And Sukuna smirks proudly as he leans closer to press a teasing little kiss onto the angel's cheek, followed by a lick with his forked tongue that makes Yuuji giggle.
"I like it when you agree with me. Such a good little angel boy."
So they can get along after all, huh?
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Thank you so much for reading chapter two!! Isn't our favorite devil cute when he gets protective over reader? It really made me a bit weak when he got worried once he realized reader was scared of him. Not so mean, after all, my dear lord of hell?
I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! There will be lots of threesome loving in part three that I originally wanted to have in chapter two, but it got too long, so I decided to split it into two parts. Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!
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eren is so loose lipped when he's drunk i just know it. he has no shame in telling you how sexy you are or how bad he wants you. sure he's blushing a deep red but lord knows he has no shame about it. he tells you how much he loves you and how perfect you are when he's balls deep inside you. will slur and mumble praises in your ear as he's leaning over your back and pressing you down into the mattress. but he lasts almost dreadfully long... you cum three times around him before he's even close. his stupid little drunk brain can't focus on two things at once; it's either tell you how much he loves you or try to get that nut... not both.
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I love him. So much.
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may we talk about this picture in more depth. the content smirk he has on his face as he watches mikasa and armin drunkenly play around with each other. the cute blush on his cheeks. his heavy eyes and lazy smile. the loosened tie and fussed shirt. his elbow propped up on his knee. he's so perfect im so sad.
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tw: SMUT, modern!AU, Reader and Levi are both seniors in HS, Oral Sex, m!receiving, Virgin Levi, kind of subby Levi, friends to lovers.
wc: ~ 3.6k
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"Don't forget to put my name on it, Levi." You rolled on your back, scrolling down on Instagram, waiting for certain someone to reply to your last message.
"I left you out." Levi bluntly said, pushing down the lid of his laptop, and turned around on his chair.
You sat up, glaring at him. "I did my part!" You narrowed the eyes, blowing out your cheeks.
"The introduction and the references." He rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest.
"Well, then give them back!"
"You owe me a big one, Y/N."
You blew a kiss and threw a smile at him. "I knew you wouldn't let me die. I'll add your name to my diploma."
"Now get off my bed. You're messing it up."
"We can mess it up together." You winked, twirling a lock of hair on your finger.
A huff roamed out of his mouth as he turned around again, delving into the drawer of his desk.
Growling, you rolled onto your tummy and reached out for a pillow, crushing it under your chest. Levi's room didn't seem to belong to an eighteen-year-old. It was neat, not a single speck of dust left in sight. The grayish blue walls added a sober touch, all his books were perfectly organized by size and author, and Maria, Rose and Sina, the three succulents you had given him for his birthday, adorned the shelf where the books to be read were lined up. In all the years you had been visiting him, you had never found clothes scattered around, unlike yours, where it was difficult to discern the wooden floor under half-dirty hoodies and pants. That's why you always met in his room; Levi couldn't bear to set foot in yours.
Your phone buzzed in your hand, and a smile tugged on your lips when you read the name in the notifications. But your excitement soon faltered, and you tossed your phone across the bed.
"Zeke is an asshole, a mother fucking asshole." You groaned, sinking your face into the pillow, inhaling deeply that familiar sandalwood scent.
"We finally agree on something," he nonchalantly said, grabbing a book from the drawer and opened it to the page where he had left the mark, before swiveling around to face you again.
You flipped on your back again, your hair sprawled, and your limbs splayed out—arms above your head and feet spread white. "I can't believe he prefers playing baseball with his friends rather that going out with me," you huffed.
"I thought you'd ditched him." Levi pursed his lips. His eyes lingered along your legs and a ticklish sensation seized his cheeks. He cleared his throat and quickly buried himself in the book, but he could not stop stealing glances out of the corner of his eye.
He was sick of your drama. You called him weeping and babbling late at night to vent out all the shit anguish he made you go through, yet you jumped back into his arms when he sent you a cute 'I'm sorry' sticker.
Each time, he swore it'd be the last time he'd answer those calls, though he couldn't help himself, and ended up sweeping the green button on the screen.
A knot tightened in his belly whenever the image of beardy laying his filthy hands on you meandered in his head.
You and Levi had met in kindergarten when you invited him to join your tea party with imaginary drinks and plastic biscuits. You smiled at him and he dragged a chair out, sitting next to your teddy bear, Mr. Butter. "Wear this." Your eyes sparked as you handed him the bowtie. His eyes darted around the table. He reached out for a cup and examined it carefully, then frowned at you. "You have to clean your toys better," he said, wiping it with a handkerchief he drew out from his pocket.
Why kind of five-year-old does that? Levi was an outcast. Other kids feared him and he didn't even try to get along with them. He spent his breaks and lunchtime on his own, reading one of those books with huge letters and colorful drawings.
Suddenly, everything changed when the girl with uneven pigtails asked him to play at the tea table, and ended up spending the break with her and her plush friends.
About a month later, a bully stuck chewing gum in your hair and Levi stood by you, breaking the boy's nose. He didn't mind getting suspended. Levi was your hero, and ever since then, you'd become best friends.
"When is your uncle coming over?"
Levi eyed you and shrugged.
"He's a really cool guy. I enjoy listening to the stories of when you were a kid."
His brows twitched in slight annoyance.
"He showed me a picture of you wearing a bunny costume. Next time, I'll ask if I can keep it."
Levi would make sure to find it and burn it before you laid a hand on it.
You got off the bed and grabbed a cookie from a tray on Levi's nightstand. "Your mom makes the best chocolate chip cookies in the world." You sniffed it and munched on it, wiping your hands with the hem of your skirt before getting back into the bed. Leaving crumbs in his sheets would be a death sentence.
"Why are you so quiet today, Levi?"
"I'm just trying to read."
"You're no fun. With that attitude and that cranky face, I'm sure you'll die a virgin." You taunted.
He glared at you; his jaw clenched tight.
"No way! Don't tell me you're still a virgin." You sat up, looking at him with wide eyes, gaping, then you flumped back onto the sheets.
Levi was ill-mannered and unapproachable, yet he was popular among girls in school. He even dated Petra Ral for a while. Miss. Perfect Grades was no saint of your devotion, and you were relief when they broke up. Levi was reserved on certain topics, thus you never asked; you just assumed.
The skein of jealousy vines untangled.
"Aren't you?"
You bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head, averting the eyes. Levi felt a pang in his chest, as if someone was twisting and squeezing his heart. He hadn't made up his mind yet, but given that obnoxious reaction, he knew that his feelings for you transcended those of friendship.
"Was it…" He gulped.
"No!" The truth wasn't any better, though. "It was some random guy I met at a party." You fiddled with your bracelet. "To be honest, I regret it. He came in seconds and fell asleep. I felt nothing but pain." You made a paused and opened your mouth to continue, but clamped it shut, leaving out the part when you got home and cried all night. Even though you took two showers, the stench of alcohol from his breath didn't wash off. It was a scene you didn't want to reenact in your head.
Levi glanced to the window, nibbling on his lower lip. He didn't want to see you, nor hear anymore.
"I've never slept with him."
An air of relief swaddled him.
"Aren't you curious?" You turned your head to the side towards where he was sitting.
"Curious of what?" He didn't look back at you.
"Sex."
Only with you. "No."
"Don't you want to try?"
Levi slouched in his chair, the book resting open on his lap, and threw an arm over his face, trying to think of something else but you naked on his bed. He felt his cheeks burning, and blood rushing down, his growing erection straining against the zipper of his jeans.
"I'd like to do it with you." You pursed your lips, tapping your fingers on your sternum, staring at the ceiling as you waited for an answer, too embarrassed to look at him.
"Fuck, Y/N." Levi let out an exasperated sigh. "You'd the only girl I'd do it with," he mumbled.
You sat up, glancing with eyes round like plates. Your jaw dropped and your cheeks tingled. Was it some kind of confession? You had a hard crush on him all middle school, but he was too dense. He didn't catch the hints, or pretended not to, and you eventually grew tired of trying and gave up, settling on just being friends. Cupid failed you, thus you wanted to thwart any possibility. That's why you ended up in someone else's bed, thinking of Levi, wishing it was him; at least he would've tried to make you feel good.
"Look at me and say that again," you demanded.
He didn't say a word, and ran his fingers through his silky hair. His lips were quivering, his cheeks flustered.
You leaped out of bed and rushed in front of him, clasping the armrest of his chair so tight your knuckles blanched. Levi startled; a bead of cold sweat trickled down his back. He was stronger, yet he did nothing to push you off.
"Say it!" Your brows knitted, and your jaw tightened, but he clamped his mouth shut. Your eyes darted from his eyes to his lips, to his eyes again.
Levi didn't see it coming. You leaned forward, planted a peck on his lips, and withdrew right away. Levi blinked twice, completely abashed. His cheeks blushed, his heart beating fast.
"You really are an idiot." You pulled him towards you by the collar of his shirt, smacking your lips on his. Levi's eyes went wide, then closed as he gave in to the kiss, and didn't notice the book slipping off his lap, plummeting to the floor.
His fumbling arms draped around your waist. Levi tasted like mint, and you never expected his lips to be so tender. He gasped at your bite, and you shoved your tongue in his mouth, swirling and fighting with his in an insatiable battle.
You pulled back deliberately, and Levi blindly leaned forward, asking for more. He glanced at you through the haze, like a fool addicted to you.
He looked beautiful, all flustered, his flushed cheeks and rosy, dewy lips stood out against his pallor.
With just a kiss, Levi surrendered to your game and allowed the assail. You took his shirt off and your lascivious eyes wandered over his chest and abs, nibbling on your lips as you relished in the bewitching sight. "Holy fuck!"
"You're objectifying me," he huffed, but his grimaced was soon replaced by a smirk. Your mouth crashed on his again and his body's will lost to you.
His mind clouded as your wet kisses scorched his skin, leaving a trail of your sweet saliva on his jawline, neck, and collarbones. He gripped the armchair, air brushing past his parted lips as you continued your way down his chest and abdomen, his taut muscles squirming under your caresses.
You kneeled down between his legs, pulling away, and unzipped his pants, sneaking a hand under his boxers.
"Fuck!" Levi yelped when he felt your fingers wrapped around his hardened length.
"Let me suck your dick." You lifted your chin, staring at his half-lidded eyes. Who said you weren't romantic?
Levi nodded, rising his hips, and you pulled down his pants along with his underwear, slipping them off his legs.
A thin line of dark hair, marched down, down, down from under his belly button to where his pretty dick stood thick and proud. Your pussy was dripping, aching to have him inside, stuffing you to the brim.
You raked your fingers down his hard thighs, keeping his legs spread, and without breaking eye contact, you leaned closer, pressing your lips to the base of his length. Levi flinched.
Shit.
Levi thought he'd come by just looking at you. You grinned and pampered his inner thighs, tracing a ticklish path of kisses and soft nibbles over his soft skin.
You dragged your mouth back to his cock, flicking out your tongue, and a gasp dragged out all the air from his lungs, as you swept it along the throbbing vein underneath his shaft, from the base all the way to the top and planted a suckling kiss on the head. Levi's legs tensed, his toes curled, and the skin stretched across his lower abs as you swirled your tongue on the glistening tip.
"Shit!" He grunted.
You curled your fingers, gripping his length, stroking up and down, and took him into your mouth. Levi hissed and sank into his chair. Color drained from his knuckles. His head tilted backwards, and his eyes squeezed shut.
You sucked furiously, hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down, slurping his length as far as you could. Levi was mesmerized by how skillful you were in this art. His dick slipped deep in your mouth, and you remained still, gagging as the tip tickled your throat. Grunts and moans past Levi's parted lips, filling the room with his sweet sounds.
His cock slid off your lips with a popping sound. "You feel good?"
"Mm-hmm."
You pumped his shaft in your hand few times before wrapping your lips around the tip, taking all of him again and swirling your tongue all over. You hummed, sending ripples of pleasure through his belly, down to his legs. Levi was about to explode.
"Holy... Fuck!" He dug his fingers in your hair, slamming your head down, until your chin met his balls, and eased your head back to the tip, repeating it all over and over again, until his cock twitched in your mouth. His muscles clenched, and his teeth gritted and with a lewd, loud grunt, he spilled all his load deep into your throat.
You stood up, and kissed him, then pulled away, dragging your lips to his ear. "Get on the bed," you whispered, and walked towards the hanger, rummaging through your bag and fetched a foil sachet. Crawling into the bed, you sat next to him and tore the condom wrapper with your teeth.
His sweaty chest was heaving up and down as he struggled to catch his breath, rubbing his palms down his face. He lowered his head and spotted the bead of cum dripping from the corner of your mouth.
He wanted to carved that image in his head.
"Are you always ready?" asked, his sultry voice gushed down from your ears to your belly. Something in his husky voice made you drip hard for him.
"I always take precautions."
"Good."
You held his engorged length in one hand and placed the condom on the pinkish tip, then lowered your mouth, using your lips to roll the condom down over his shaft. His fingers sank into the quilt as a soft moan escaped from him.
"I want to see you naked."
You tossed your shirt away. The chilly air nipped your perky nipples that were soon warmed with Levi's strokes. He took one bud in his mouth, then seized the other.
"Last I recall, you were as flat as a wood plank."
"Fucking asshole, I still can leave you hanging." You punched him on the shoulder. "Last time I saw you fully naked, when we played in the rain, your balls hadn't descended yet, and..." you curled your pinky finger repeatedly at the level of his eyes.
"Shut up." He hurled your hand and kissed you.
"Levi." You rubbed your nose on his cheek. "Today is all about you. I want to make you feel good."
You jumped off the bed and got rid of your skirt, then your panties, throwing them at his face. Levi grabbed them, bringing the piece of clothing to his nose and took a deep breath, without taking his eyes off of you. The sweet smell of your arousal made him ravenous and had him longing for your pussy. "I want to taste you"
"Next time,"
"Next time?" his brows shot up.
“I mean…” You averted the eyes, scratching the side of your head, cursing inwardly at your yourself.
Levi shook his head, a small smiled flashing across his lips as he offered a hand. You took it. Levi pulled, and you scrambled forwards onto the bed.
You swung a leg over his lap and straddled him. His latex-clad dick glided back and forth along your slick cleft, both relishing in the delightful friction. Your arms draped behind his neck as his hands braced the soft flesh on your hips.
You felt one hand striding down your back. Levi gripped your ass and urged you up. You held his gaze and nodded before lifting your hips, and sank down on him leisurely. In one heavenly slide, Levi's manhood began to disappear within you.
"fu—"
"Sh—"
You groaned in unison; his body trembled as he reveled in the warmth grip that swaddled him. A gasp fell from you at the blissful sensation pulsing through you as your walls stretched to take him all. You went still, swathing in the moment.
You were so tight; Levi wasn't sure if he would last long.
“Fucking hell, you feel so good, Y/N.” His voice was raspy, scraping your ears like sandpaper. He grazed your lips, his hands roaming all over your back. Levi fit perfectly inside you, as if your bodies had been molded for each other. You moved your hips up and down slow, your fluttering walls stroking him tightly, inducing a delightful and intense friction. The tip of his cock nudged the right place, setting your core ablaze with every movement.
Your moans and gasps entangled in a mellifluous melody, and Oh God! You sounded lovely together.
"You… filling me s… good.” Your voice came out so squeaky you couldn't recognize it. You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, picking up the pace.
You rode him hard that your hips slammed against him, moans and the nasty meshing sound filled his room. Levi was becoming addicted to the new sensations your body evoked on his: your skin searing his, your beautiful sounds melting his ears, the taste of your juicy lips and your scent consuming his lungs.
"Look at me… I want to see your face when—"
You seized his lips in a hungry sloppy kiss, as if your purpose was to rip his lips apart. Your teeth knocked, but neither of you minded. His hands on your hips squeezed and helped you keep that intense pace that was catapulting you to the pinnacle of pleasure. Your head lolled backwards, your mouth parted, your hair stuck on the glistening skin of your forehead, shoulders and back. In Levi's eyes, you looked divine, painfully sexy.
“What the—” A gasp choked him as he tilted his head backwards, your walls clenching around him desperately, forecasting your imminent peak, sucking him tighter. All his muscles flexed, his collarbones peeping out as if his bones were to break his skin. He was breathing hard, air seeping out his bruised lips.
Levi was close, too. His cock twitched inside you, and he felt his lower limbs strained, the hard-muscle lines peeking on his thighs. He hissed, gritting his teeth, as the fireball within him was about to detonate.
You dug your nails on his shoulders, air being dragged out of your lungs. You were so full of him; your entire body was throbbing in ecstasy. “Levi!” you cried as the waves of pleasure rippled from your core to the rest of your trembling body. Levi thrust his hips upwards, the base of his cock rubbed against your engorged, sensitive clit, stealing a gasp from you, and let out a growl that seemed to be torn somewhere deep in his chest.
You collapsed on him, your forehead pressed on his as your both struggled to regain your breaths. Levi eyed your through the fogginess that clouded his gaze, and the corners of his lips quirked up, before planting a soft kiss on the side of your mouth.
You stared at each other, giggling idiotically as you raked your fingers through his hair, sweeping the messy locks off his face, and Levi twirled a lock of your hair around his finger.
You both startled, turning your heads towards your desperate buzzing phone on his bed. Levi looked down, pursing his lips into a thin line. You pulled out, reaching out for it, but you didn't reply. As soon as you read his name you rolled the eyes and set your phone in Do Not Disturb mode, before putting it on the nightstand.
"There's a new episode of Vanitas no Carte" You turned around, meeting a baffled Levi. Your shrugged, and your mouth curved into a smile. "Screw Zeke, I have something better to do now." Levi shook his head and let out a snort, then cast a smile at you.
"Let's get a shower first," he said, getting off the bed, and took the condom off, tying the open rim into a knot before throwing it to the bin.
"What will your mom think if she sees us with wet hair?" You followed him to the bathroom.
"I'll make sure is completely dry before dinner."
Neither of you dared to talk about what just had happened.
You were afraid to know if any of it had changed your relationship, if you were still friends or if he was willing to become something else. Even though you've known Levi for a lifetime, it was hard to read him, to delve into his head. You feared his answer might break your heart; thus, you remained silent. You thought you had gotten over him, but those buried feelings were scraping back to the surface.
No. You dug the hole in the ground but you could never lift the shovel to cover it up.
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I have this theory that Yuuta is VERY sexually frustrated since he couldn't do anything while Rika was with him so could I please request him taking that out on you after the curse is broken? 👀 like he'd probably be so desperate and needy and cum like super quick but he's ready to go again straight away
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A/n: OMG THIS HAD MY FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. FUCK I LOVED THIS. I had so many ideas I literally sat staring at the screen for a couple minutes lol. Honestly this whole fan fic was just a mess of horniness. But please enjoy!
Warnings: Pussy drunk! yuuta, virginity loss, excessive cum/breeding kink, oral, orgasm denial, mutual pining, finger sucking
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You could ask anyone in Jujutsu technical college what their opinion was on Yuuta and they'd probably all say somewhat what of the same thing; that he was amazing. And in some ways its true. Yuuta was the ideal upper classman, with a powerful curse technique of his own and always willing to help train or simply talk to his underclassmates to make their day better. No one, not even his closest friends like you, maki or even inumaki would guess that under that cool exterior, Yuuta okkatsu was actually going insane. Sure, having a psychotic jealous blood lust crazed curse was mentally taxing in a plethora of ways but no one would guess just how sexually repressing it was. In the beginning when Yuuta was in his early teens, it wasn't a problem. He had no interests, especially not in women, besides breaking the curse that was attached to him. But things changed, yuuta grow older, into a hot blooded male with needs. Todou first introduced him to porn and he became enamored, then you came along that's when it all spiraled from there. To prevent you from a gruesome death at the hands of Rika, Yuuta suffered in silence. From declining your requests to hang out to keeping his eyes glued away from you when the two of you trained. Soon his only solace became roughly fucking his fist after every interaction, or despretly humping a pillow when you did something as simple as touch him. But this all changed when he finally broke the curse.
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You were ecstatic after hearing the news
Sure you were happy for Yuuta because you knew how badly he wanted to put his childhood love to rest. But you were also happy because now you could finally confess the feelings you had for the black hair boy without being mauled by a rampaging curse.
Since he got back from his mission you had been trying to get ahold of him all day to no avail; skillfully avoiding you or making up excuses that required him to be somewhere else. But right now you had him cornered as you stood infront of the door to his room, taking in a deep breath before knocking on the door.
"Yuuta I know your in there, I just have something to tell you and I promise I'll go away." You say with a shake in your voice. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, maybe he didnt feel the same and this would ruin the friend ship you valued so much.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the door slowly open, and you look up to see dark naturally tired eyes bearing into you. He leans against the door and its then you realize just how much he's grown after he came back from Africa. The height difference is incredibly noticeable as was his muscle build, clearly the result from hours of intensive training.
"What's up?" Yuutas voice is deep, dark, suiting him entirely well.
You play with the hem of your jujutsu uniform skirt before taking a deep breath and raising your head to meet his piercing gaze with a sudden rush of adrenaline.
"I like you Yuuta! I know you probably dont like me back since you've been avoiding me all day but I needed to get it off my chest and I hope we can still be friends. And if you give me time im sure the feelings will die out but-" What you dont expect is Yuuta to cut of your rambling by attaching his lips to yours.
The kiss is sudden, hot and messy. Yuutas lips move fast against yours, not even sliding his tongue along your lips to ask for permission before shoving it in your mouth, a whine escaping his mouth as he does so. Spit is smeared along the ends of your lips and a string of liquid attaches to both of your tongues when he pulls back.
"Been avoiding you cuz I couldnt contain myself." Yuuta mumbles before diving back in to capture your mouth. He needed more, he needed to be closer, this wasn't enough. A big hand comes to tangle in your hair and press you impossibly hard against his mouth, while the other slides its self behind your knees to scoop you up like a princess and carry you into the room.
He doesn’t stop kissing you when he lets you down on the bed and crawls on top of you. You accidentally hike your leg so your knee brushes against Yuutas crotch making him moan. Suddenly he starts lowering him self onto your leg, dragging his clothed crotch up and down your lower thigh, full on humping it.
You marvel at how sensitive he is, little whines and moans escaping from his lips as he humped your leg. It was fascinating to have a big strong man such as Yuuta be turned into practically puddy in your hands after doing basically nothing.
"Please let me fuck you y/n, I promise ill do my best I just need you please."
And how could you stay no?
You nod and Yuutas eyes light up. Immedtaily he's lifting up your skirt, not even bothering to take off your underwear before ripping the flimsy fabric and diving face first into your dripping cunt. And God he thinks he's in heaven. You taste divine on his tongue he thinks, smell even better too. There's no technique to how yuuta eats you out, just licking and sucking like a starved man; saliva and your juices dripping down his chin. From the obcence amount of porn he watched he knows your clit is supposed to be somewhere on the top, and he knows he found it when he accidentally nudges on the pearl with his nose and your hips buck up with a loud moan. Immediately he's suckling on the meaty nub, swirling his tongue around it and letting spit pool onto it.
"Oh god yuuta m' gonna c-cum" Your voice has him moaning into your cunt and aggressively rutting his hips into the bed for relief. At this rate he was going to cum before you untouched, and that couldnt happen, no he needed to be inside you first.
Yuuta immediately relinquishes his ministrations on your pussy with a loud 'pop' making you whine at the loss of your release that was so close.
"Shh shh shh I know baby I just need to feel ya, need to feel ya squeeze my dick when ya cum first."
Yuutas pulling down his pants now, and you watch with wide eyes as his long length springs out; pretty angry red tip teeming with cloudy white precum that dribbled along the side of his girthy cock. You dont even have the chance to say anything before he's pressing into you making you whine at the pressure of his mushroom tip against your clenching hole.
He cant wait anymore, his body lurches forward and the moment he enters in you the wind is knocked out of him. You felt good? Try god like, Yuutas mind was in euphoria right now. His flesh light could never compare to the way your gummy walls sucked him in and hugged his cock.
"Y-you gotta l-losen up baby or im gonna ah~"
It was all too much, he wasn't even fully in you yet and he was down for the count. More importantly though he needed to say something about the tension deep in his stomach, how it was building and building until it was as tight as possible. All that left him, however, was a strangled cry when it snapped, and among it he heard you gasp. He couldn’t look though, couldn’t open his eyes and ignore the colors he was seeing behind his eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. His skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing he could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over his body.
Thick ropes of cum shot deep inside of you, the warmth of it sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.
"Yuuta did you just...."Yuuta looked entirely bothered. Hair tousled and face flushed from his orgasm and the added embarrassment of cumming in you so fast. "We can stop if you wa-"
"No!" Yuuta cut you off and yelled. "No not gonna stop" He said through gritted teeth and your eyes widen when you feel his already hard again dick continue to push into you.
The stretch was delicious. It had you squirming and writhing and you couldnt help but tighten as your body tried to push out the large foreign intrusion. You gasped when you felt his tip smush against your cervix, little bolts of electricity being sent through your stomach as he pressed against you.
Yuuta was slow at first, wanting to still admire the way your cunt swallows him up, the fat of his head have a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being, he whines at how hot you are on the inside, but he’s quick to change to a faster pace.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said hoarsely.
Unable to handle the sensation, you fall back, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. Yuuta doesn’t let up his pace, in fact he increases it, pounding your poor little cunt with no remorse. His mind is foggy, everything just feels and looks so so good, he's not even thinking when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, digits pressing down on your tongue and swirling around in the spit.
"Your gonna let me use you when ever I want right? Gotta lot of time to make up for, you gonna be a good girl and always make me feel good right?"
You nodded eagerly, mouth lax around his fingers. His breathing began ending in curses, huffing against the back of your neck. You shivered and your hand tightened in his hair. His hips slapped against yours hard, and yours continued to move against his
Your cries and whimpers are like music to his ears and his breathing becoming jagged and irregular. There’s no warning when he comes.
As he blows his load, you feel his warmth soak your battered pussy. You’re wetter than ever down there, his milky semen leaking out as he continues to push into you relentlessly. Yuuta, unfazed by his ejaculate, keeps sliding his member in and out. His thrusts are not only slicker and frictionless with the help of his hot cum, but also noisier with the amount of liquid trapped inside of you.
He couldnt stop now. His body had kicked into auto pilot, a primal need for you setteled in as he thrusted in and out, creating a methodical fast rhythm that echoed in your ears. He couldnt hold back, he didnt want to hold back Yuuta was too far gone.
"Yuu! P-p-please slow down im gonna-"
Feverishly, your pussy tightens around his cock, your mouth opens but no sounds come out of it. Your orgams runs through your body like a lighting, igniting every single nerve just to come crashing into you in a wave of relief.
Your a mess now, drool decorating your cheeks and eyes glazed over as Yuuta continues to rut into you. Its all to much, your previous orgasm has your clit twitching and oversensitive but your too weak to push him away.
"M'sorry you just feel so so so good baby m'cant stop baby"
A/n: Im too lazy to write an ending
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— jaeger: “morgen”
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a/n; thinkin about dry humping eren … also this got really long but anything for my little menace. but hey! first legit fic after a while im proud of myself
cw; modern au , fem!reader , sub!reader , dry humping , use of ‘slut’ once, hair tugging, lotsa dirty talk ???, mentions of breeding, not proofread oops
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eren wakes up at two in the morning when he feels you toss and turn in bed.
eren who turns around to face you, propping himself on his elbow before soothing the crease in between your brows with his fingers.
“hey baby,” his voice rasps quietly, “havin’ a hard time sleeping?”
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i need eren to bite my shoulder when he cums so bad like this is a need i will die without it
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