#eren jaegar x reader

[missmeinyourbones]

ahhh congrats on your milestone leah!! you deserve it all and more!

oh my god all these prompts are so good and you write everyone so well, how can we choose? for your event, may I suggest eren and "this this the first time i've felt the need to confess." or "it's okay, we're the best of friends."

ty for hosting this! I can't wait to see everything you come out with ٩(⌒‿⌒)۶

FIRST TIME I'VE FELT THE NEED TO CONFESS (e. jaeger)

a/n: drunk eren and dd reader, mutual pining but eren is shameless and reader has class, LOSER CORE EREN, reader referred to as "ma'am" once in a teasing context

L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!

If anyone saw this situation out of context, it might be funny. But in content—your context specifically—it's nothing less than a headache.

Because you've been saddled with the pleasure of driving home an absolutely trashed Eren, pulling him by his collar to your car as he whines and thrashes with objections.

"One date," he repeats, plopping dead weight into the passenger seat of your car and looking up at you with clouded eyes.

Your response is expected, "Nope."

Eren opens his mouth, but before you can hear whatever bullshit he was conjuring up, you shut his door and walk over to the other side of the car.

Without fail, as soon as you open your door, he's continuing his pleading.

"Just dinner? That's literally all I'm asking for, just one dinner where—"

"You know," you interrupt him as you slide into the driver's seat, "you're a sloppy drunk."

You watch the thought process (or lack thereof) in his mind as he smirks and leans his seat further back, "Drinking isn't the only thing I do sloppy if you—"

"Don't finish that sentence."

Eren's eyes travel in amusement from your blushing and aggravated face to where you turn the key in the ignition and white knuckle the steering wheel. He huffs and kisses his teeth, before defeatedly joking.

"Too far?"

You don't speak, but the glare you shoot him says enough. He holds his hands up in defense and turns his attention to his window.

Silence takes over the car for a few peaceful moments and you don't bring yourself to question it, because Eren not talking is a whole lot better than Eren talking. Not only talking, but asking you out—something he's never thought to do before in the entire three years of knowing you.

Between your own exhaustion and his pathetic alcohol tolerance, you're almost positive you can write it off as nonsense. That is, until Eren opens his big fat mouth up again.

"What if I beg?"

At a red light, you rest your forehead against the steering wheel in exasperation. You hear him borderline giggle as the action gently beeps on your horn.

Your voice comes weak, "Since when do you even want to ask me out? Are you that off your ass right now?"

That changes something in him, because even though he is off his ass right now, he's wanted to ask you out when he was sober about ten times over by now. It's not his fault he's never gotten the courage to do so until now. Right?

"No, fuck no, I—" he stumbles over the slurred syllables as his brain fogs, "I mean, I am drunk, yeah. But I've been far drunker."

Comically, you stare through him, as if he doesn't have a single thought in his puny little brain. When the light turns green, you turn away from him and start driving again, suddenly far too calm for his liking.

"Believe it or not, that doesn't make me feel any better."

Eren rubs his blurry eyes with a calloused hand. "Shit—yeah, I know, okay? Just, hold on. Let me start over, 'cause I do really do wanna buy you dinner and—”

"Why now?"

"Not now," he states matter of fact, "when I'm sober and know where my wallet is."

"No, Eren," your voice is soft now, humiliated. You won't even look at him when you weakly whisper, "Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"

He takes pride in the way he holds your stare for all of three seconds, before turning down and looking at his shoelaces.

"This is just the first time I've felt the need to confess," he mumbles.

You deadpan, "The first time?"

"Yup."

"There were other times you kept it to yourself?

"Like two whole years worth, yeah," he huffs under his breath. "But I wasn't gonna lead with that because that sounds lame and this makes me sound more manly and suave."

The car hums beneath him when he hears you laugh, and his drunk mind can't tell if it's out of pity or honest amusement, but he likes the sound of it all the same.

Though your words might be meant to sting, the delivery is silky when you tease, "I'm driving you home because you can't handle your liquor. Nothing about you is manly or suave right now."

He nods along obediently, "Okay, sorry."

Turning his attention back to the condensation dripping from the window, he suddenly speaks so gently that you'd think he was sober if you didn't see what he drank tonight.

"If you don't actually wanna go out, you can just reject me already. It's fine."

Now it's Eren who won't meet your eye as you're pulling up to his house on the corner of the street. Throwing the car into park and tapping his bicep, he slowly sighs, a bit embarrassed but too drunk to actually care.

"Tell you what," you breathe, and you're surprised Eren's neck doesn't snap on impact with the speed he turns to face you. You bite your cheek at his desperation and exhale, "If you wake up in the morning and still want to take me to dinner, then we can talk about it tomorrow."

"Yeah?" you swear you can physically see the light reenter his eyes at your simple words.

Nodding, you smile. "Yeah, but for now, get your ass in your apartment and drink a shit ton of water."

Gently shoving him, Eren gets out of the car. In the slightly drizzling rain, his eyes never leave yours as his lanky legs stand up and he salutes in a corny way, "Yes, ma'am."

You reach over the middle console to pull his door shut, but before you can even grab it, he's reaching for the handle and holding it open.

"Wait—!"

"What now?" exasperation crawls from your throat.

You watch unimpressed as he pats down all of his pockets before meekly whispering.

"…Do you have my house keys?"

#L's MIDNIGHTS EVENT! #eren x reader #eren jaegar x reader #eren x you #eren jaeger x you #eren fluff #eren angst #eren jaeger fluff #eren jaeger angst #eren fic #eren jaeger fic

[transfemarmin]

got to the episode where Armin got burned alive and then got revived like an episode later & im still in grief like I saw my man wake up and everything but god jesus seeing him burnt to a crisp had me in tears.

anyways with that said I want to start writing aot characters x reader so plz send requests.. ( I only write for black coded readers bc.. I’m black & I write for fem & masc readers cuz I’m bigender & love supplying my transmasc friends with their share) I write for all the characters just don’t be weird, im a minor so adults dni please

#attack on titan #aot spoilers #attack on titan x reader #levi ackerman #armin arlert #eren yeager #eren jaeger #Eren jaegar x reader #armin x reader #armin arlet x reader #levi ackerman x reader #male reader #female black reader #black reader

[aotxfan]

This is driving me crazy and I wonder if someone can help me.

Like a year ago or more I started reading an Eren x Reader on Ao3 that I’ve since lost. Try as I might, I can’t find it again.

From what I remember, reader was Eren’s wife and had a son with him named Klaus. She died taking Sasha’s place and there was tension between the others trying to separate Eren from his son once the entire Marley act starts.

Does anyone know what I’m thinking of? I can’t find it.

#eren jaegar x reader #attack on titan #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin

[cottonconnielvr]

eren loves thunderstorms.

he loves the way the electricity crackling in the sky turns into background noise as he places himself so deeply inside you. you feel full, as always. eren’s head lays next to yours on the cold fluffy pillow, his body fitting perfectly on top of yours. his weight only made your head go even dizzier. your plush thighs welcome eren’s shamelessly slim waist, your mixed arousal making a mess on your thighs. the sound of eren’s deep thrusts is so lewd, his tip kissing your cervix so perfectly. eren’s warm body shields you from the loud thunder outside, the sound of rain brutal against the windows. “you’re so messy…” eren lifts himself from the crook of your neck, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs before pushing them further back to your chest. your breath hitches at the new angle. eren’s change in pace having you drooling over the pillows, he’s stroking you so slowly and so deep your thighs begin to shake. “r-ren” you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. with every thrust goes the last of your brain cells. eren watches where the two of you connect, his dick snug inside of you. everytime he thrusts back in your slick oozes out.

“ you’re so nasty…creaming all over me” eren lets out a breathy whine, coming down to connect his lips to yours. you don’t have a chance to process his movements before his thrusts speed up, one of his hands coming up to your throat.

whimpers and moans fell from your mouth as eren sucked your tongue, his fingers squeezing the sides of your throat. you could feel your stomach tightening, your pussy clenching around eren over n over. “shit you gonna kill me” eren whispers to himself, your warm sticky insides clamping around him so tightly. his forehead rests on yours, his eyes looking into yours. you can’t help but look away, he knows how uneasy eye contact makes you feel.

“ren m’gonna-” you sob out, tears flooding down your cheeks as the pleasure stimulates you so well. “hm? what you wanna say?” eren teases, fingers gliding over your sensitive clit in smooth circles.

“ i-i can’t” you shudder, hands pushing at eren’s abdomen. “yes you can, sweet girl” eren places a kiss on your forehead, pushing your hands out the way. “it’s okay, just cum m’here” he pushes down on your lower stomach. as if it was destiny, the final crash of thunder for the night hit you as hard as your orgasm, toes curling and eyes rolling back. eren hisses, your pussy clenching so tight around him. “gonna make me cum, pretty” he whines lowly, his grinding into you to prolong your orgasm for as long as possible. you sniffle, coming down slowly in a dreamy haze. you could sleep so good right now.

eren lifts your thigh up, pushing it back even further to bury himself as deep as he could inside you. you gasp aloud in shock, overstimulation hitting you hard as he rocks into you so good. “ren n-no” you squeal, hands desperate to hold onto something. “m’almost there” eren sighs out, his thighs shaking from pleasure. broken moans and whimpers leave your teary eyed form, only getting more sensitive with each thrust.

“ ahh - s..shit… look at me” your eyes lock with eren’s, he looks so good this way. before you can warn eren, your arousal squirts out of you, wetting eren’s lower body. eren stiffens, pumping rope after rope so deeply into you. you both lay bare and limp, chests heaving as you both come down from it all. you can only focus on the rain hitting the ground outside.

….but yeah eren loves thunderstorms!

#bunny’s drabbles 🐇 #aot smut #eren x y/n #attack on titan #eren x you #aot x black reader #aot headcanons #aot x you #aot x reader #eren jaegar smut #eren jeager x reader #eren smut #eren x black yn #eren x black y/n #eren x black fem!reader #eren x black reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #aot x black reader smut #x black reader #plug!eren #plug!eren x black reader

[nuclevi]

boyfriend!eren who ties his hair with your hair ties, be it pinkish or silky or has flowers on it, he will wear them regardless and endure all the teasing from jean and connie.

boyfriend!eren who takes you on long midnight drives around the city and buys you donuts and kisses your cheeks while watching the stars.

boyfriend!eren who takes you out to cheap streetfood dates when he is broke but promises to make it up to you by flying you to Dubai or Maldives when he works hard and becomes a millionaire.

boyfriend!eren who makes ramen for you at 3 am with cheese and sausage to satisfy your cravings. who scribbles away all the calories and nutritional info on the back of your fav snacks so you dont have to worry abt anything else except enjoying food. who tried to bake you a frog cake and it ended up like this.

boyfriend!eren that doesn’t care about anyone else apart from you. who once let his insecurities take over and called armin in the middle of the night bawling and sobbing about how he will die of heartbreak if you left him for some other guy. who only calmed down once you assured him and let him sleep in your arms.

boyfriend!eren who shows up at your house in the middle of the night with ice cream when you feel upset or sad. who keeps a small portable bottle of your perfume or body mist so he can smell it when you are away or when he misses you. 

boyfriend!eren who tries everyday to become a better version of himself so he can feel happy and make you and himself proud. 

#eren aot #attack on titan eren #eren yeager #eren jeager #eren x you #eren x reader #eren jaegar #aot memes #attack on titan #aot headcanons #aotfluff #eren fluff

[bleubrri]

۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴀ ʀᴜɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ — ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ

ft armin, erwin, eren, jean

contains: rich boys, country club au, reader works there, black!fem!reader, petnames, semi-public sex (storage cupboards, cars etc), armin being kinda mean and possessive, degradation, impact play, daddy kink if you squint, vaginal sex, creampie, fingering, cunnilingus, sugar daddy behaviour

༄ؘ ARMIN ARLERT

is the most entitled brat you’ve ever encountered. apparently his favourite thing to do is torment you. that, and not so subtly peek at your underwear.

“whoops! my bad.” he says after hitting the ball entirely out of range. “guess tennis isn’t my strong suit. go fetch it for me, will you?” you’re glowering, eyes flicking between the abundant basket of balls loaded into the tennis ball machine next to you and his stupid, perfect, smiling face. “of course.” you grit, stomping off in the direction of his swing.

you shriek as the ice cold lemonade makes contact with your shirt. the fabric sticks to your skin as the ice cubes leave wet trails across your collar bone. “oh i’m so sorry!” the heads that have turned to witness the commotion probably eat up his fake apology. but you know better, watching his eyes trace the outline of your nipples as he shoves napkins into your cleavage, not-so-accidentally squeezing the tops of your tits. he leans in close, whispering for only you to hear. “let me help you, bunny. don’t want you walking around all wet now, do we?”

the feeling of his blunt nails grazing your scalp makes you shiver, but it’s quickly replaced by a yelp when he grabs a fistful of hair and yanks you back to face him. the force of his thrusts is rattling the shelves of the storage cupboard, the wet sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the space around you. he’s sucking deep purple bruises into your neck, snarling into your ear as he presses you further into the wall. “you like being fucked like a slut? or just acting like one?” you can only moan in response, lost in the feeling of his pretty cock pistoning into you and mildly annoyed that your cunt clenches at his words. “yeah, you like—shit—you liked parading around half naked for those guys?” that isn’t exactly how you’d describe giving a group of boys directions to the snack bar in your lifeguard uniform, but the shoving of his fingers past your lips makes you think he didn’t really expect an answer anyway. he cums without warning, spills inside of you and sinks his canines into your throat as you whimper against him. once he’s pulled out, he tugs your panties back in place to stop his seed from trickling down your thighs. he kisses the marks on your neck gently, though his tone is anything but. “don’t let it happen again, bunny. you’re mine.”

༄ؘ ERWIN SMITH

he’s a romantic at heart, can’t help but shamelessly flirt to try and sweep you off your feet. you’ve told him to stop his extravagant tipping, but he insists. you do provide excellent service after all.

“would you be a dear and grab the 7-iron?” he asks, surveying the lushness of the course from behind his sunglasses. you smile and nod enthusiastically, trotting off to retrieve the club while he admires the sway of your hips in your cute little tennis skirt. you hold it out to him, expecting him to take it and swiftly begin his game. instead, he places his large palms over your hands, “do you play?” you try not to crumble under the weight of the ocean held in his eyes, “me? i—no. never.” he hums, gesturing to the tee, “allow me.” your breath hitches when he presses up behind you, his broad frame surrounding you as his hands come to rest on top of your own, gently coaxing you to swing.

“ah, there she is!” he spots you just as you’re exiting the back room back onto the floor, and his heart swells at the sight of the little diamond sitting in the centre of your clavicle. his little diamond. “why don’t you come and join me, darling? i could use a little luck it seems.” you practically skip over to him, perching yourself in his lap while looking over the hand he was dealt and the cards scattered across the table. you end up more focused on the game than him; he’s far more occupied with brushing the curls away from your neck, admiring the contrast of your skin to the pale silver of the chain and pressing a kiss to your nape.

“i told you, ‘s not fair on—oh fuck—on the others! y-you needa stop tipping like that, erwin.” you try and sound firm, but it fails miserably when your voice raises an octave on the last syllable of his name. the heat from your skin and your hurried breaths have fogged up the windows of his ridiculously expensive car as erwin eats your pussy like it’s what he was fucking born to do. he raises his head from between your legs, thick brows furrowed and chin dripping with your essence, his mouth opening to protest before you cut him off. “i’m serious.” you say, reaching down to brush the blonde locks from his forehead. he sighs, absentmindedly peppering kisses to your inner thigh. “fine. if you let me take you to dinner when i’m done here.” you open your mouth to answer, but it morphs into a groan in your throat when he presses the flat of his tongue to your clit. “y-yes! yeah fine, fine just—oh god—touch me please.” and he’s more than happy to oblige, sucking your swollen clit into his mouth and selfishly slipping a finger past your entrance in the hopes that your date could come just a little faster.

༄ؘ EREN JAEGER

isn’t exactly… the county clubs demographic. still, it doesn’t seem to stop him from walking around like he owns the place (which might be half true, you’re pretty sure his father has shares in the company).

your first thought is that the cherry red paint job and rumbling engine of his vintage mustang is more than a little obnoxious. it’s also your second thought when you take in his outfit as he steps out of the car: faded jeans and a leather jacket, with thick silver rings and shoulder length hair that’s haphazardly pulled up. your stuck up colleague frowns and addresses him, “uh, excuse me sir but i’m afraid there’s a fairly strict dress code.” you roll your eyes from your place at the valet stand, but don’t interfere. eren barely looks up from his phone, fishing a wad of notes from his back pocket. “how ‘bout i pay you to shut up and mind your fuckin’ business?” the snort that escapes you is involuntary, and you try desperately to cover it with a cough that neither men are convinced by. erens sharp eyes snap up to you, winking as he tosses you his keys and strolls inside.

“help! help i’m drowning! can’t—can’t swim—” you’re standing by the edge of the pool looking down at him completely unimpressed as he flails about in the shallow end. you quirk a brow and he stills, pouting. “what kind of lifeguard are you? i coulda really been dying…” scoffing, you turn to leave when his fingers wrap around your ankle and your heart drops. water rushes pash your ears as you’re dragged into the pool, kicking to the surface and hacking out your lungs. “what the fuck?!” you’re seething, screaming about your hair and scowling at him while he laughs until his sides hurt. once he starts to feel a little guilty, he cuts off your words, kissing away the chlorine from your lips and promising to make it up to you.

“that’s it, baby.” he groans, grip tightening on your hips to slam you down onto his cock. you’re still not used to his thickness, his blunt tip pressing against your soft cluster of nerves with no effort at all. “fuuck you look so pretty riding my dick. should take t’day off so you can sit on it all fuckin’ day.” he mutters into your sternum, busy trailing wet kisses to your tits and delivering harsh slaps to the meat of your ass. the sting from the cool metal of his rings has you reeling, pinpricks of pain melting into pleasure with each thrust of his hips. “or better yet,” he continues, “quit altogether so i can fuck you whenever i want.” you laugh breathlessly, nails digging into his chest as you bounce on his cock in the drivers seat of his mustang. “you already do that anyway. besides, c-can’t all live off of daddy’s money can we?” he loves that you’re still so sharp, even when you’re starting to drool from gushing around his cock. “that so? you want daddy to pay your shift, pretty girl? or you like fuckin’ me on the clock?” he gets distracted with the sloppy press of your mouth to his, by the lewd sounds of your perfect fucking cunt squelching with the final few lifts of his hips. but once he regains his focus he deposits 100 into your account (more than what you earn per shift, you berate) and tells you to call in sick. “i’m nowhere near done with you.”

༄ؘ JEAN KIRSTEIN

bless his heart he is a babbling, blushing mess around you :( he’s so easy to tease, but you mean well because he really is adorable.

he knows you’re busy when you’re working, so he tries not to hover or pester you too much (you wouldn’t mind in the slightest). but he sends things over to you all throughout your shift. you look a little flustered? he’ll send a drink over. lunch break still hours away? maybe you could use some snacks. “jean, you know i get snack privileges, right? and…unlimited drinks? like all day?” he did not know that. “of course i know that. you’re just… busy is all. less stress if i get them for you.” you hum, pretending not to see the pink that spreads across his cheeks.

“hey, so..wouldyouwannagettogetherafterworksometime?” you stop in your tracks, freezing your motions of putting your bag over your shoulder and dramatically sucking in air through your teeth. “that’s kinda an abuse of power don’t you think?” his dreamy hazel eyes are wide and you instantly have to bite your lip to stop laughter bursting out of you. “oh—oh my god, i’m so sorry i—i didn’t—” you’re grinning as you slink next to him, “i mean what’s an innocent employee of this fine establishment to do?” you drawl, boldly linking your hands together. “you’re— you’re joking.” he breaths, the fear trickling down his spine quickly replaced with relief. “yes. and i’d love to. if the offers still on the table after that.”

jean’s counting the number of paddle boards in the dim light of the pool supply shed when you come bustling through the door, breathless and gorgeous and his. his lips are on yours before words can manifest, running his hands down to your waist and pulling you close. “only have… 15 minutes.” you manage between heated kisses, and he hums, breaking the string of saliva that tethers your mouths when he drops to his knees. he’s sliding your shorts and panties down your legs and already looking at your centre greedily, but still you feel guilty. “wait, wait what about you? are you sure?” he looks up at you incredulously, already palming his erection at the lusty scent of your arousal. “are you kidding? gimme 10.” and when he plunges his tongue into the silky depths of your cunt, you can’t find it in you to protest. (he manages to tear the thin line of tissue under his tongue in his eagerness, but he seems perfectly content when you cum in 8 minutes).

a/n: this is a cry for help, sugar daddies hmu

#tennis balls? not the only loaded balls around here amirite #bunny is like.. /the/most condescending petname ever imo🚶🏾 #aot x reader #aot smut #armin x reader #erwin smith x reader smut #eren x reader smut #jean x reader smut #armin x reader smut #eren x reader #jean x reader #aot x black reader #aot fluff #aot #snk #attack on titan #eren jaegar #armin arlert #jean kirstein #erwin smith

[earthtooz]

// PAIRING: eren jaeger x reader

// SYNOPSIS: eren's pretty adamant on getting you to kiss him.

// WARNINGS: FLUFF! reader teases eren, pouty eren, spin the bottle game... kinda, dialogue heavy, cursing, alcohol, lots and lots of, eren is drunk, lmk if there are other warnings i have bypassed!

// A/N: UNEDITED - tags work tags work tags work tags work tags work tags please work, first ever aot piece and i kinda pulled it out my ass lMFAOOOO :o i can't help it the eren and levi brainrot is real. hope i characterised eren somewhat accurately, enjoy <3

"you have to kiss me!" eren pleads, hands clasped together as his green eyes shine up at you.

“eren, what? no! you’re drunk!” you exclaim in retaliation, pushing his face away gently, but despite that, it’s not enough to stop his stubbornness. in fact, it actually intensifies his pleading expression, “you’re gross.”

his face contorts to resemble one of a kicked puppy.

you sigh, feeling the walls you built up soften a little, “eren, i’ll kiss you when your breath doesn’t reek of alcohol and when i know you want a kiss.”

the tips of your ears flush red at the last statement. when eren came up to you with an urgent request for you to kiss him, ‘on the lips’, as he reiterated, you choked on the soda you were drinking. yes, the carbonation got the better of you and started stinging your nostrils, and yes, you were very flustered at his request because first of all, that would cross the line of your friendship and second of all, the childish tone in his voice was very unfamiliar. 

the last time you’d heard eren sound this juvenile was when he was 15 and now, as young adults, you can’t remember the last time he whined over something.

especially something as futile as a kiss.

“if this is some dare you better tell me, because that would just be mean-” you murmur with a frown before he interrupts.

“it’s not a dare! i promise, jus’ kiss me.” 

“when you’re sober.”

“but sober me would chicken out,” he huffs, “please? just this once? doesn’t matter that i’m drunk.”

“yes it does! you could be spewing bullshit out your stupid mouth.”

“i spew bullshit out of my mouth even when i’m sober.”

“great, now i’m even more unconvinced.”

eren huffs and rests his head on your shoulder in defeat. you place a palm on the side of his head so that it doesn’t roll off.

a game of spin the bottle happening in the corner catches your eye. 

“why does it have to be me?” you ask, now playing with the roots of his hair, “if you so desperately want to kiss someone go over to that game happening. they look like they’re having fun.” 

“that’s connie, jean and sasha,” he comments.

“so? i’m sure they’re down to kiss you. jean’s a good kisser.”

“how do you know?”

you merely shrug with a smirk, looking to get a rise out of the brunet but irritation resides in his features. 

“you’re tellin’ me you’d rather kiss horse-face than me?” he questions in a demanding tone, gripping onto your shoulders. eren also adds a, “besides, i don’t want them to kiss me, i want you to kiss me and i’m not about to join a game where you’re not one of the options.”

suddenly a lightbulb appears on his head and he murmurs a ‘be right back’ before disappearing into the crowd. 

true to his word, eren manifests 30 seconds later, now holding an empty beer bottle as a faint yell of ‘what the hell, yeager?’ echoes behind him.

“sit down,” the brunet gently commands and you do as said, amused. 

“are we gonna play spin the bottle, eren?”

“yes.”

“just us?”

“yes.”

you were having fun at this point, so you tick your friend off a little more, “c’mon, that won’t be fun. armin seems like he’s down to play and so does-”

eren shoves the empty beer bottle into your hands with a simple command, “spin.”

doing as he says, he watches the glass closely as it circulates repeatedly from the sheer force you put into it but at last, it begins to slow, with the head finally choosing its victim.

it lands right on eren, no mistaking it. he laughs brightly and cheers.

“finally! you gotta kiss me now!” 

you smile softly at his behaviour, about to relent if it weren’t for mikasa cutting your interaction short with armin draped on her shoulder, “hey y/n, i think it’s the end of the night for armin and i. mind dropping us home?”

“sure,” you reply before glancing over to eren, who is seething with irritation at this point, “are you gonna go home too or wanna enjoy the party a little more?”

he grunts, “i’ll go.”

mikasa helps him up as you fish for your car keys, leading everyone to your car. the trip was quiet, eren’s unaddressed anger squeezing the peace away and instead, replacing it with a suffocating tension. it wasn’t until you arrive at a red light that mikasa speaks up.

“what’s your problem, eren?”

the man in question turns his head away, sulking further as he crunches up the plastic water bottle in his hands, “it’s nothing.”

she turns to you with confusion in her eyes and you can’t help but chuckle, “leave him be. boys will be boys. so how did armin pass out? thought he didn’t like getting pissed drunk.”

“he’s just a lightweight.”

“so’s eren. our luck, huh?”

mikasa grins and the conversation continues until you drop armin and mikasa off, leaving you alone with the same man who’s been harassing you for a kiss.

thinking about it is getting you flustered, but you recall how disappointed eren looked when mikasa interrupted his moment of victory and in compensation, you ask if he wants to ride shotgun. he grunts in agreement.

“you okay to stay the night at my apartment? i don’t trust that you’re gonna keep yourself safe whilst intoxicated. second i look away you might go and pick some fights with guys double your size.”

“and i’d win.”

“and you’d win.”

nothing eventful occurs during the drive back to your apartment and it’s not until you’re settled on the couch with pizza in between the two of you that he asks about the kiss again.

and you choke on your pizza all the same. dude really needs to learn what better timing is.

“i feel a lot more sober now, so please?”

“did you know that alcohol can last in your system for more than 24 hours-”

“stop avoiding the question.”

“adamant as ever. y’know what, when you wake up in the morning and you still feel the same, let me know.”

excitement glistens in his eyes, “hope ya like morning breath.”

you throw a pillow at him.

***

rapid knocking wakes you up from your slumber and the first thing you see when you wake up are the analog digits on your bedside clock reading 7:32. damn eren and his early bird tendencies - and why is he knocking so urgently at this time of day?

trudging to the door, you swing it open and you’re greeted by the charmingly boyish smile you’re accustomed to.

“so… about that kiss.”

yeah i didn't make y'all kiss in the end lMFAOO GET FUCKED!...but you look so pretty when you press reblog, like or follow 😁😁

hope you enjoyed regardless, have a good day/evening!

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[glystenangel]

hii can i request an eren x reader oneshot of "unrequited" requited love trope pls🥹? just both of them heavily pining e.o but not making any move on it. fluff & slight angst?

have a good day & welcome back xxx

"Unrequited"

Eren x GN!Reader (Modern AU)

tags/warnings: fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers but before the lovers part LOL, pining, quote unquote unrequited love that's actually v requited, T EN SI ON, heavy pining, coffee date, wild af assumptions and a strong case of the misunderstands, & excessive use of italics bc i'm only human

~1.7k words

thanks for requesting, i hope you like<3

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The thing is, Eren likes you.

A lot.

A lot, a lot, a lot, a lot.

But, it’s one-sided.

Whenever you two hang out and in spite of your insistence that you were having a good time, you occasionally get this pained look on your face as if you would rather avoid being seen with him. Let alone just be with him.

It’s not only that, but any time he tried to make any semblance of a move on you, you would give him this pleading look. Shiny eyes and your throat all tense with the breath he could tell you were holding.

Like you were begging him not to tell you.

Because, Eren supposed, you both knew the answer.

He chokes down that heartbreaking assumption every time, bowing his head and changing the subject because the absolute last thing he wants to do is fuck up your already precarious friendship with each other. Sure, you’re perfectly lovely to him half of the time. Affectionate, even. Any other half of the time, you seem…uncomfortable. Unreadable. It reminds him of days that are cold and foggy. He can squint at the shapes outside of his windows, tinted gray from the weather, and guess each vague form to be houses or people against the dim horizon. Though there was no guarantee that even one of those blurry predictions would ever be accurate. He agonized regularly about the fact that the cause of your discomfort is most likely him. Maybe he got a little too close to you sometimes. A bit too flirty.

To be honest, Eren knows that the only way to preserve your friendship is to remind himself constantly that you don’t like him back. That the fog doesn’t have anything in it, just illusions of how he wishes you could be together.

Today, he’s indulging himself freely in the delusion that you’re both on a date.

You had agreed to meet him for coffee. Innocent enough, but when he sees you he can’t help but become overwhelmed by the mere sight of you.

He almost feels guilty, because this is just a totally selfish effort to gaze at the undeniable light that floods into your eyes when he asks about something you like, spot the corner of your mouth lifting before he makes you laugh for the umpteenth time, and to hear the soothe of your voice saying mhm as you listen to him tell a story. You’re beautiful to him, in everything you do.

You smile back once your searching eyes land on his, shimmering emerald and thickly veiled reverence.

Right then and there, Eren decides he doesn't give a shit that he’s being selfish.

That excited, happy expression on your face is more than enough for him.

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You like Eren.

It’s one the easiest things you’ve ever admitted to yourself.

You like him a lot, in fact.

So much so, that you have been secretly cultivating a deep fear that you will ruin your friendship with him. To accommodate that fear and keep your daydreams in line, you do your best to keep hanging out with him and acting like you enjoy just being friends. Even if it means swallowing your feelings at every brush of his hand on your arm or not allowing yourself to look too long at the handsome planes of his finely structured face. It doesn’t help that he’ll suddenly lay the charm on you at random times, trapping you in his seagreen eyes and making you freeze at the most undoubtedly meaningless, offhand compliments that he slips into conversations.

It really didn’t help that he was so nice to you either. Any problem you had, he was there, helping you calm down and talk through the emotions that kept you from feeling your best. Any errand you needed done, any door that needed opening, any walk you wanted company on, Eren was there and offering whatever he could to make your life easier. But that was just Eren, he did that for all of his friends. You don’t think you had ever seen him allow Armin to make any bookshelves by himself or miss any special event that involved his sister Mikasa. With you, it was definitely no different.

Despite your best efforts, he was so attentive that he seemed to notice you trying to keep him at arm’s length, and he often asked if he was making you uncomfortable.

Yes, You always thought to yourself, Yes, you are. I’m in love with you and it’s driving me crazy.

And then you would provide him with a wordless shake of your head.

Truthfully, the careful check-ins he did with you only made you like him even more. It consistently showed you that he respected you, and left your heart beating fast. Caring for others always seemed to be hardwired into Eren’s nature, and you adore that about him.

The reason you had agreed to meet with him for coffee today was purely self-serving. You had seen him a few days ago, but you missed him so much that you had cleared your entire schedule for the day to have coffee with him for as long as possible.

The cafe is busy and the scent of grinded coffee beans is heavy in the air, but you pay no mind to any of it as soon as you catch sight of Eren and begin walking towards him.

You wonder if he missed you too, or if he had invited you just because you said you were available. What if you weren’t even the first person he had thought of? The thoughts make you briefly frown, your feet stopping right before the table.

Eren quirks up a brow in concern, and you note the crinkle in the olive toned skin set in the middle of his dark eyebrows.

“Everything okay?”

The prompt instantly makes you ashamed, how could you have thought of him so poorly? Of course he missed you and thought of you first, it just probably wasn’t in the way you wanted him to think of you. You two are good friends after all. 

Having someone like him in your life is plenty of happiness for you, even without your feelings being reciprocated.

A smile finds its way back to your face and you slide into the seat across from him, “Everything’s great.”

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When you both have your fill of coffee and pastries crusted in sugar crystals, Eren offers to drive you home.

As he steals glances at you from behind the wheel, and you do the same from shotgun, a comfortable silence descends between the broad curve of his shoulder and the elbow you have casually laid across the glovebox.

“I’m glad we’re friends.” He suddenly says, the radiant red of the traffic light lining his face with maroon shadows.

“Me too.” You beam at the sentiment, “But, what makes you say that?”

The light turns green, and you can’t tell if you hear him or the tires sighing as the car regains motion.

“I just…love being around you.” He begins, more gently than you expected, “Even though we’ve been friends for so long, I’m still learning things about you that surprise me.”

You don’t respond, too stunned to, and Eren tilts his head to peer at you over the curve of his cheek.

“In a good way.” He adds quickly, “I admire how you open up and the way we can have fun doing nothing together. Getting coffee’s not as entertaining with other people.”

“Thank you, Eren. I have fun with you too. You’re a very passionate person and it motivates me to live life as freely as you do.”

An embarrassed chuckle escapes him, and he shrugs while keeping his hands on the wheel, “I try.”

The proximity of your elbow to his side feels too narrow to be friendly, but you chance inching a bit closer anyway, “You do.”

Another red light has him slowly braking to a pause, and he turns his chin to face you.

All you can hear is the soft rumble of the engine as Eren stares at you.

His eyes were his most complimented feature, but you don’t think anyone searched as hard for his thoughts in them as you did.

Stray umber strands of hair fall next to his eyes, and the angled grit of his jaw intensifies with every passing second. You wish he would do something, anything besides letting your mind wander and your stomach flutter. 

The movement of his cupid’s bow as he finally talks forces your attention back onto Eren, “I wish you knew..how hard I really do try.”

You puzzle over his words for a moment. The rough echo of them is only interrupted by the next breath he takes, which is deep and expands the muscles of his chest until fluorescent light pools across the material of his shirt. 

“Eren, the light.” You whisper, your voice sounding foreign even to you as you register the hushed words.

Eren blinks, and then you both startle at the car behind you honking their horn.

“Fuck, sorry.” He mumbles, averting his eyes and pressing forward.

The rest of the car ride is quiet, but you’re too busy calming the race of your thoughts and heart to notice if it’s awkward or not.

Once you recognize the road in front of your home, Eren drops you off and walks you to your door, where you wrap him in a hug that he returns just as tightly.

You set your mouth by his ear, “I know you’re trying.”

Although you remain unsure of what exactly he is trying to do, you know that if anyone is trying at all, it’s Eren. 

At that, he relaxes completely in your arms, “I hope so.”

Darkness fades your vision as you close your eyes for as briefly as you can convince yourself to, appreciating his warmth and preparing yourself to be released from his embrace. 

After a few more moments, you let go of Eren and offer him a shy wave.

“We’ll see each other again soon.” 

Eren’s hands find their way into his pockets, and the boyish grin that’s driven you mad since you met him crosses his features, “See you soon, beautiful.”

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Maybe liking each other was a lot for the both of you, but neither you or Eren had any plans of stopping.

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End Notes:

thanks for requesting this!! it really inspired me and i wrote this faster than i normally write🥰 might be a bittt more emo than you wanted, but i couldn't help myself😭😭 appreciate you and hope you enjoyed <333

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[shingekinomyfeelings]

Would You Still Love Me? Part 2

Reiner x fem reader; established relationship; college au; comedy-fluff

synopsis: Reiner's love for you is tested in a way neither of you saw coming... The next day, he discusses the issue with his friends. Think they'll be any help?

warnings: none

notes: Part 1 beta read by @reiner69er. Banner made by me. Dividers by @delishlydelightfuldividers. Comments help earthworms grow large and healthy!

taglist: @ariasfandom

“So...” Sasha blinks, peering into the jar that sits on the table in front of Reiner. “Y/n turned into a worm, and… you’re keeping her in a jar now?”

Reiner covers the container with a piece of paper again, stifling a yawn. He hadn’t slept much, and had to admit he had been a little gutted when he’d awoken that morning to see that you were still a worm. He’d hoped maybe you’d… sleep it off or something?

“The jar’s just temporary until the aquarium and things get here.”

“Aquarium? She’s not a fish, Reiner,” says Connie, who is busying trying to finish last week’s assignment before the professor collects them that day.

“The stuff I found online said she’ll do best in a habitat with alternating layers of sand and potting soil so there’s be enough nutrients and moisture. I was up late reading about it.” Reiner tiredly rubs his face as the others stare at him.

Bertholdt, who spent the night at Armin’s dorm, rolls his eyes but says nothing.

“And you brought her to class with you because…?” Ymir prompts, a smirk playing on her lips.

“I just want to keep an eye on her, in case she suddenly changes back or something. I’ve got her phone in my pocket, and if her family calls I wanna be able to tell them I know exactly where she is.”

There’s a deeply uncomfortable pause, and Ymir opens her mouth but is interrupted.

“Well, I think it’s sweet!” Historia declares, trying to avoid an escalation of whatever is going on with Reiner. “Reiner, how can you, uh, how can you tell the worm is a she?”

“Um...” Reiner shifts uncomfortably, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “Well, Armin says earthworms are actually uhh...”

“They’re true simultaneous hermaphrodites.” Armin finishes the sentence for him. “They have both complete male and female reproductive organs. They can’t self fertilize, though, so in a way, they function as one sex as a time during mating.”

"Yeah," Reiner says gruffly. "But y/n is a she, because she's always been. That's how gender works, right?"

“Oh, that’s beautiful!” Ymir laughs. “You must be relieved, Reiner. You and your hermaphroditic girlfriend-worm make an adorable couple. I bet they’ll even make a Lifetime movie out of your story.”

“Haha, yeah!” Connie wheezes. “They can call it, ‘Worms of Endearment!’”

Reiner is too pissed off to admit that that’s actually pretty funny. You’d probably have laughed out loud, he thinks, if you weren’t currently a worm.

“I wanna see y/n up close and see if she remembers me!” Sasha says, grabbing the jar before the sleepy Reiner can stop her.

She removes the paper and reaches in and picks you up, but you’re wet and wiggly and almost immediately slip out of her fingers, falling several feet onto the filthy floor. Sasha freezes. The fear in the room is palpable as Reiner springs from his seat and dives across the table, falling gracelessly onto the floor and cupping his hands over you to shield you from the many pairs of surrounding feet. His gaze snaps to Sasha, and his golden eyes are icy enough to send the girl into a frantic apology.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to drop the girlfriend!! – I mean, your worm! – I, I mean, I –”

With a low growl worthy of a dog guarding a marrow bone, Reiner orders to Connie, “Give me your water bottle.”

Too afraid to question why, Connie hands him the bottle. Reiner pours a little water onto his hands, then gingerly picks you up off of the floor and uses the rest of the water to carefully rinse you clean of any debris, before setting you back down in the dirt in your container. He’s practically holding his breath, watching until you start to burrow back into the soil.

He sighs in relief and gets to his feet and grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder, then gives Sasha another dirty look before leaving the classroom, holding your jar in both hands as if it might jump away. Everyone watches, wide-eyed.

Ymir scoffs, breaking the tense silence. “Tsh, what a man child. His girlfriend skips their afternoon make out session for a day and he’s already doting on a literal bug and pretending it’s her? Sheesh, no wonder y/n dipped. What a freak show.”

“Well… worms aren’t bugs. They’re annelids.”

“Great defense, Arlert. I take it all back. Makes what he’s doing seem perfectly normal.”

Bertholdt stares at the table. It really isn’t like you to go somewhere without telling Reiner, or to leave your phone behind. Could something have really happened to you? He makes up his mind that he’ll have to find you himself.

As class ends and the room empties, Bertholdt motions to his friends to wait. “Have any of you seen or heard from y/n since yesterday afternoon? That’s when Reiner says she, um, turned into a worm.”

Armin shakes his head. “I asked Mikasa. She said that y/n has an evening class on Tuesdays, so she and Reiner always meet around 4:30 to hang out behind the auditorium. I... don’t know why she knows that. Anyway, she saw y/n leave one of the lecture halls not long before that. She said y/n seemed tired, and Mina Carolina says y/n didn’t show up to the evening lecture. Maybe she felt sick and went home? It still doesn’t quite make sense, though.”

"Could this all be some elaborate prank they're both playing, and Reiner is just a way better actor than any of us ever thought he'd be?" Eren asks, joining them. Armin and Bertholdt filled him in on the details last night.

“His having her cell phone is pretty suspicious,” Armin points out.

Ymir shrugs. “Maybe he killed her. Maybe he just snapped, and then the guilt made him break from reality and convince himself she turned into a worm.”

“Ah, that’s stupid,” Connie waves it off. "Reiner's practically golden retriever in human form around y/n. He'd never hurt her."

“Maybe he’s got a dual personality,” Ymir counters.

“Ymir, please don’t let Reiner hear you making jokes like that,” Bertholdt says with a sigh. “Skipping classes for a weird prank like this is a little extreme, right? Look, my theory is that they had some kind of dispute--”

“And he killed her.”

Bertholdt ignores Ymir’s interjection and continues, “And she told him she wanted to take a break, or maybe even break up. She was probably so upset by that that she skipped her evening class and went home, and Reiner was so devastated that he...”

“...went totally insane?” Connie offers.

“I was going to say, ‘retreated into a comforting fantasy.’”

“Okay, but, he doesn’t exactly seem comforted, does he?”

“It’s a little over the top,” Bert admits. “But even though Reiner acts like a jock, he’s always been really sensitive deep down. When we were little, Porco told him the Rugrats all died in a plane crash and Reiner cried so hard he threw up a little.”

“So, if you’re right, how do we snap him out of it?” Eren wonders.

“What if we get rid of the worm? We could sneak in and take it and let it go somewhere. Maybe once the worm is really gone, he’ll have to face reality.”

“Wow, Armin, that’s cold!” says Connie. “And besides, Reiner might literally kill us. You saw how he looked at Sasha when she dropped y/n by accident.”

Bert thinks for a moment. “I... I don’t think I could do that to Reiner. I think the first step would be getting him to admit something went wrong between them. Then maybe the rest will fall into place. I’ll try to get him talking tonight. In the meantime, I think we should avoid mentioning the worm around him, even if he’s carrying it around. That’ll just encourage his fantasy, right?”

As they all file out into the hallway, the others seem to agree, and as they go their separate ways, Ymir can be heard whining to Historia, “If I disappeared, would you go insane and pretend I’d turned into a worm because you love me so much?”

Bertholdt, meanwhile, wonders where Reiner was headed with the worm...

Part 3 coming soon

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[mazuwii]

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Summary: how they’d help you win an upcoming competition

Characters: Levi, Eren, Erwin, Miche

Levi:

•Levi is casually reading a newspaper during breakfast when you sprint downstairs and interrupt his peace by squealing about some crap he couldn't properly decipher. It takes you another go for him to finally understand.

•Now, he isn't exactly competitive, but he will push you to at least the top three.

Levi doesn't yell, he doesn't push you to exhaustion, it's very healthy actually- surprisingly...

•For the month before the competition, he eats healthily with you so that you aren't tempted into bingeing on junk. But say if he caught you munching on some candy, he'd pretend to not see it. It's as if he's saving you from his own wrath.

•Like deadass YOU bring it up, 'Sorry...' you mumble, however, the short man only scoffs and continues filling out some papers. "It's a piece of candy, Y/n, did you expect me to execute you for it?"

•Hug him.

•Seriously though he's so confused and mildly disgusted when you embrace and rub your face against his cheek just for that one statement.

•Flash forward to the day of the competition, he was early as fuck- Levi is a soccer mum btw- man's was arguing with the coach and everything. Talking about 'I know more about winning than you do.'

•The coach just gives up and lets Levi coach you before the event. He squeezes your shoulder after his silent monotone speech, nodding at you. You nod back, suppressing a happy cry as you watch him sit at a higher but more clear seat. He can see you running and you can see him awkwardly pump his fist.

•From there, he nods again- I'm dying thinking about how cute he must look- like a lil serious cat. How could you not win this after remembering just how determined Levi was?! How much faith he put in you?!

•Anyway, you ended up in fourth. You were in absolute shambles but Levi was smiling. He's very proud you made it just behind third. Hell, he doesn't even see it as "fourth place" all he sees is that you've done everything in your power and that to him, is more important than winning.

•He descends down the bleachers after all is done, along with everyone else. He has a bottle in hand and uses a handkerchief to wipe at the sweat on your forehead.

•"Good job, you did great Y/n."

Although you don't see your victory, he does, so he takes you out to eat afterwards. And your mood changes instantly. Very supportive Levi <\3

Eren:

•Fuckin takes it way too far to the point you regret telling Eren about the competition and asking him for support.

•You feel as though he's being sadistic but he isn't- okay maybe he's enjoying himself- but he's just so competitive and tries to sweeten it by saying wants to brag about you. "I want you to make these other fuckers jealous okay!? So go Y/n! Fucking go!" He cheers on your twenty-fifth push up, twenty-five more to go.

•And don't think he's like Levi, if he catches you within a mile of junk food, he will spawn right in front of you with laser beams shooting out of his eyes. "What are you doing Y/n!? Look, look!" He points at the Salad on the table before snatching the snack out of your hands. "I made you some delicious food and you're here eating this bullshit?!" He grunts, peeling it open and obnoxiously taking a bite.

•No way is that bitch getting away with doing that. So you launch yourself at him and wrestle for the half-eaten bar. "Bastard! At least don't rub it in my face you damned rat!"

•After more hellish days of having cold water thrown into your face to wake you up and having your own boyfriend treat you like a military slave, the day of the competition has arrived. Eren doesn't even ask the coach to watch you prepare while everyone else's supporters take a seat and gather for the performance- it is basically a break-in and entry

•The coach basically leaves you to warm up and arrives back to see a random aggressive german brunette chant bullshit at you, something loud and unclear,

"WHO'S THE WINNER?!"

"I'M THE WINNER!"

"NOW TELL ME AGAIN WHO"-

•He really is just trying to be supportive, but he takes it too far... watch as he gets on the bleachers, his green eyes glued to your body right before the whistle blows- and the second it does, the only voice anyone can make out is Eren's.

•This competition was recorded and when I tell you, he basically raped the microphones. He should be a meme.

•"Y/N MOVE YOUR ASTHMATIC ASS! YOU'RE ALMOST THERE!"

•* Looks at the screen to read the top 3 places so far* "WHO THE FUCK IS OTTO?! Y/N YOU LET A MOTHERFUCKER CALLED OTTO OVERTAKE YOU?!"

•"MOVE MOVE MOVE! COME ON BABE!"

•*You hasten towards the finishing line, ahead of everyone else* "THAT'S MY GIRL!"

•There's nothing holding Eren back from plucking you off the floor and spinning your aching body around, and the second everyone else notices this they all facepalm in fear, he's going to be boasting about this for centuries to come. Hell, Eren Jaegar the fifth will have the duty of passing down the story about how his great great great great- some more greats- grandmother won a race.

Erwin:

-I can't say Erwin is strict but at the same time he isn't exactly a pushover. Obviously it means a lot to you from when you first broke the news about how you NEEDED to win this race because there was a bunch of people who made fun of how you never ended up in any of the top three places.

-While ranting to him, he nodded with a cocked brow. And that's when you know you're fucked.

-That night he's so sweet and reassuring. Giving you a goodnight kiss on the cheek before closing the lamp🥰🥺😍💍.

The next morning however, you are welcomed with a brand new Erwin- or as he made you call him: Mr Smith/Sir. (Who knows maybe he has a sir kink 💀)

-He was dressed in black shorts and a green T-shirt, a whistle necklace around his neck hanging low to his chest. You thought you were dreaming until he whistled again. "Have I not made myself clear?! Up Y/n! Up!"

-His loud voice triggers you to scramble up on your legs, your PJ's dishevelled and as messy as your expression was. "E-Erwin what's going o"-

-He interrupted you with a loud whistle. "It's time for running! Go get dressed! You'll shower afterwards." Due to your slow understanding, he grabs your shoulders and leads you to your closet. "I'll be waiting downstairs, darling." He says sweetly, before switching back up again, "DO NOT TAKE LONG!"

-After he had left, you understood, this was not a dream- or a fever one at that. Not only were you woken up by whistle, it was six in the morning. He was being completely ruthless. But you yourself remembered what you had told him, in a quote specifically. "I need you to make sure that I win, I don't care how you do it. Do. Not. Let. Me. Slack. Off."

-You decided to suck everything up, this is what you wanted after all, and Erwin was willing to help you out like the supporting S/O he always was.

-You keep telling yourself that, even after you arrive home with aching feet, throbbing chest and your muscles in agony. Although he had done the same amount of exercises and sprints along with you, he was as jolly as a white mum with a "live laugh love" sign in her house.

-"Baby you go take a shower. I'll prepare breakfast." He's being so nice now? Helping you to the shower and leaving you a fresh collection of clothes- anyway. You had a nice shower, freshened up.

-When you had gone downstairs, it was like a health-nut colonised your home. Avocado on toast kinda looks like clumpy boogers on seedy bread 😕(don't take this to heart. I love avocados on toast please don't send hate-😭)

-Right now he's a totally different person. That whistle is gone, and he's basically become your mum. "Make sure to finish that smoothie, it helps amazingly with bloating and gas"-

"Erwin!"

"Okay okay. I'll stop."

-This routine of waking up at 6AM, jogging and exercising until 8AM, showering and then having breakfast, doing basic training exercises in between breaks and studying- basic tasks too- went on for another two weeks, a week left till the competition.

-Both Erwin and you were thrilled and confident that you were bound to end up winning the entire thing.

-Until that cursed morning in which you had woken up with a sore throat, something you shook off as just "morning sickness"

Skip to the early jogging session, which wasn't going smoothly to be exact. Your vision wavered and your head throbbed with every harsh step. You considered stopping to tell Erwin but the nagging thoughts about that gold medal and bragging rights pushed you to the furthest edge.

And so just as you were about to take one more step, you had collapsed, if it weren't for Erwin catching you in time, you probably would have landed on the harsh concrete.

-"Hey, baby? You okay?" He hastily patted your cheek in between heavy breaths. It proved useless as your heavy eyelids had given up. His eyebrows knitted in concern and fear, resentment towards himself that he may have pushed you too far.

-Without wasting another second he cradled your body, pulling himself back up to carry you inside. He called for help but given the symptoms they told him you'd be okay, you were probably only ill and overworked yourself too much, but if you didn't wake up he'd have to drive you to hospital.

-He stayed by your side patiently, cursing at himself in his head. He was blind to all the issues he was causing you... he never meant to push you to the point of passing out, he'd make it up in any way you'd want him to the instant you'd wake up.

-By the time your eyes flutter open he almost plunges onto his knees and sobs for forgiveness. "Deary?" He gently called.

-Your eyes felt like they were being pushed against your skull, your head had some sort of heartbeat that made every physical action a pain to pull. "'Win?"

-he wants to crack a dad joke and say 'I don't think we will' but he sucks it up and clenches onto your hand, "Take it easy, you had a pretty bad fall back there. Fear not-! Apparently it's just a cold."

(Don't make fun of the 'fear not' I know for a fact that means speaks like medieval messenger)

-His heart is crushed the second he notices the tears welling up in your eyes. "The competition-" you gasped lowly in between your sobs, "is- is in six days!"

-"Darling, I swear there are more competitions to come, you need this time to rest"-

-"I can't!" You coughed, "I have to prove myself, 'Win! I'm so sick of being made fun of, this is where I get my validation from- and- and to have people make fun of"- your scratchy throat triggered a coughing fit. Erwin fumbled for the glass of water he kept on the nightstand, gently bringing it up to your lips.

-"I hope you know they're just jealous, Y/n... they could never go through what I've been making you go through..." he guiltily mumbled, "I'm sorry..."

-"Erwin?" You whispered. Your eyes widened in worry when you realised what he was thinking, "Oh baby no, no you didn't cause this. This is just a matter of wrong timing..." your thumb rubbed the back of his hands. "I would kiss you but I don't want you catching this,"

-"Oh, come here." He scooped you up against his chest, rubbing your back. "Now. How about we agree to ditch the grass diet? I can make some soup for that hurt throat of yours? Hm? How about it?" He bounced you slightly, making you giggle. "Sure."

Miche

-I feel like if Miche would have had a job, it would be a gym instructor. But no he doesn't. He has served in the military though, so-

-Miche has always been a silent supporter. During your games. He's got front row seats. After your games, he's ready to comfort or help you with any minor injuries you may have received.

-So of course when you tell him about the relay race (is that how you spell it?) He's ready to do what he has to do.

-He isn't all for sprinting or jogging- he knows you're fast enough. This is more about muscle development and your stamina. That's what thinks you should focus on.

-he helps you with the push ups and crutches, making sure you reach the amount he has assigned you. And you always make sure to do so... however, one time you refused to, moaning about the burning feeling in your abdomen.

-You expected him to shake his head and grunt in disappointment, you hadn't predicted he'd pounce on you and begin to tickle the ever loving shit out of you.

-"Eight more." He says above your hysterical giggles. "How many?" He asks sternly.

"E-EIGHT! PFFTAHH- PLEASE STOP!"

-Unlike most of the men I've covered, he doesn't really care about what you consume as long as it isn't only junk food and at a good calorie count.

-So he's not forceful, and incredibly healthy when it comes to break times. Hell, during schedules where you're supposed to train, he once found you napping on the couch and couldn't bring himself to wake you up. But he did cover you in a lil blankie.

-At last- the day of the race had arrived and you were both pumped. Miche was super confident, so much to the extent of when someone would ask him what he was doing on this specific day, he would answer, "Sorry can't go. Gonna see my wife win an important race."-

-Believe me, everyone knows this for a fact. When Miche says something will happen, it will happen. It's like his nose can smell the future too.

-When the race began he sat there with his arms crossed, smirking like a proud dad. At times you may have been behind, but he knew you were just saving your energy for the best parts. And he was correct.

-When you tripped upon first place, even you couldn't believe it. But Miche could, all his affirmations had some kind of affect on your belief.

-Afterwards he skips down the bleachers and high fives you. "That's my Y/n, what did I tell you?"

"I'm a winner!"

"That's right, now c'mere bring it in,"

#this is mostly a shitpost btw #erwin #Erwin smith #Erwin x reader #Levi #Levi Ackerman #Levi x reader #eren #eren yaeger aot #eren jaegar #eren x reader #Miche #miche zacharius x reader

[miamiuh]

somebody recommend me eren fics pls.... i just reread the ending of aot & now i'm sad 😩

#sigh #i need a pick me up #my baby #he deserved so much more than what life gave him #:( #eren jaegar #eren yeager #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #eren x reader

[lucacangettathisass]

SOMEONE WE DON'T FOOL (MASTERPOST)

AN EREN JAEGER X FEM READER FIC

SUMMARY: You meet Eren Jaegar one night while trying to avoid a would be stalker. Taken in by his rough but endearing charm, you find yourself wanting to be around him more. The question is: should you?

FEATURING: Modern au, fem reader, autistic reader, slightly toxic Eren, slightly toxic Mikasa, slightly toxic EreMika, Eren is a semi-pro fighter, slight age gap (Eren is 6-7 years older), slightly pick me Mikasa, everyone has trauma bitch let’s get them some fruit, HistorYmir, the Eldians are Jewish, sexual violence further down the line in the fic (will be warned about when it shows up)

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CHAPTERS:

ONE

TWO

EXTRAS:

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#eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger x reader #modern aot #aot fic #aot x reader #Someone We Don't Fool #coco.masterposts

[levi-4uckerman]

Trial and Error (read full version on AO3!)

Eren Jaegar x Reader NSFW.

Setting: Modern/college AU w/ post-time skip Eren. Reader is a virgin, having just disclosed this secret to her best friend, Eren, after a heated exchange following weeks of sexual tension. NSFW.

Tags/TW (for preview): virginity trope (ik some of y'all don't care for it), childhood friends to lovers, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, oral sex, explicit depictions of sex, teasing, Eren Jaegar's big fat dick (gotta be canon), awkwardness (r/t reader's first time)

Crosspost from AO3, where you can read Chapter One as well!

To be honest, he thought you were joking. A smirk played at the corner of his lips, furrowed brows turned upward as he cocked his head and said, “You’re kidding.”

You frowned. “Why would I joke about that?”

“Well, what about Armin?”

“What about Armin?” You laughed, sitting back on Eren’s knees.

You noticed a slight hue of red on his cheeks. “Well, you dated, right? He told me–,”

“Oh, I’m gonna kill that blonde creep,” you grumbled. “We didn’t do anything. We kissed, like twice maybe but it was awkward as hell.”

“Is this awkward?”

It wasn’t. You recalled that shaky, nervous kiss that you’d shared with Armin when you were 15, and this was nothing like that. You didn’t know if it was because of your feelings for Eren or if maybe you had just gotten more mature, but for some reason, this wasn’t like that at all. Biting your lip, you shook your head.

Eren groaned. “Don’t bite your lip like that, fuck. I’m trying to back off.”

“Who said you had to back off?”

“Y/N… you’ve never had sex, at all? Ever?” He asked, a frown tilting his lips.

You shook your head again. “I was… preoccupied in high school, alright? When you and Armin were busy running around trying to get your dicks wet.”

Preoccupied with chasing after you, Eren Jaeger.

“Successfully getting our dicks wet,” He added, with a slight wiggle of his hips underneath you. You rolled your eyes before sliding from his lap onto the couch beside him, still close enough to kiss him if you really wanted to.

“No,” you admitted, looking away as a warmth crept upon your features. “I’ve never… I guess I was just waiting for someone special. And then I turned 20 and that ‘someone’ still hadn’t come along.”

You watched Eren sit back, staring at you in quiet contemplation. Your lips still tingled with the ghost of his touch, your core uncharacteristically warm from the heated exchange. You breathed, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek before standing up. He watched as you knelt down and started picking up the flashcards that he’d spilt on the floor in his eagerness to have you on his face.

“I’m sorry, Eren,” you said as you gathered them up into a neat stack. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship over this. I didn’t want to ruin it over the picture of my boobs. I just… I guess I can’t get over this hope that someday things will be different. Someday, you’ll change your bachelor status,” you said with a halfhearted laugh. The softness of your voice struck Eren so harshly that he flinched.

“I’ve done a lot of things,” he said with a sigh, picking up the index cards that were still on the couch and handing them to you. “I’ve never taken someone’s virginity, though.”

You looked at him, surprised. “Really? Surely, you just never thought to ask.”

He shrugged, slightly disappointed that you thought he could be so callous. “No. I mean, I never straight-up ask about it, but I..,” He trailed off, not wanting to shoot himself in the foot with his words. “It always felt like a sacred thing to me. I mean it’s hot, sure, but it’s a line that I don’t want to cross with someone unless I know they’re not gonna regret it.”

“Regret having sex with you?”

He snorted. “Regret wasting their first time on me.”

You tilted your head at the gloom in his voice and set the now-neatly-stacked pile of index cards down on the end table, next to the long since abandoned textbook– still stuck on the chapter about associative learning. You sat back down on the couch. “Why would that be a waste? I don’t know if you’ve looked in a mirror lately, Eren, but the puberty and track team in high school were very kind to you.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s not about what they look like, alright? It’s about who they are.”

“For a self-proclaimed footloose manwhore, you sure do sound pretty sappy about sex right now.”

He locked his eyes with yours, a flash of emotion you didn’t have enough time to decipher crossing them. “I don’t even remember the name of the chick I lost my virginity to. I was at some stupid high school party, drunk and drinking underage, and stumbled into the bedroom with some girl from another school. She probably doesn’t even remember that it happened. Sometimes I wish I didn't.”

You wanted to comfort him, but you weren’t sure how. You meekly nodded your head and accepted his answer with a small sigh. You picked up your notes and handed them to him. “Here,” you said while holding them out to him, “you can take these home to study for the test tomorrow. I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay the night here just because I asked.”

Eren gazed up at you with a frown. Your eyes averted as he grasped the papers and took them from you. He stood up and grabbed his jacket. You felt a lump forming in your throat as if you had lost something, but you knew that truthfully, he was never yours in the first place.

Right at the time you knew you should be hearing the front door slam shut behind him, you see his sneakers wander into your periphery. You spare him a look, frowning when you notice his jacket still on the table. “Didn’t you mean to grab that?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, taking your face in his hands and pulling your lips back onto his, sending chills tumbling down your spine. Though surprised, you were grateful, and followed his lead with little hesitation. Your fingers curled in his hair that was now falling out of place, and your tongue tangled with his, soft whimpers falling from both of you.

He broke the kiss suddenly, flashing you the thing he had been fumbling with his jacket for. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of the square, baby blue foil package. You blushed as you realized you had never seen a condom in the flesh before.

Eren looked at you with reverence in his jade orbs, an arm now hooked around your waist. “If I’m doing this, I’m going to make sure it’s done right.”

All you could do was stutter out a nervous, shaky, “Oh… well, alright then.”

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It wasn’t like the depictions you were so used to in the movies, or in your head, for that matter. You weren’t a mess of lips, hands, and teeth stumbling up the stairs to your bedroom. You weren’t shivering in anticipation. You simply took Eren’s hand in yours and traipsed upwards, the only indication that he was behind you being the weight difference when your pace was slightly quicker than his as you ascended. You held his hand tightly, idly picturing the way you used to do so when you were kids, running and playing together like the carefree children that you were. Your cheeks reddened at the memory, biting back a chuckle so as not to disturb the atmosphere of such a tender moment.

When you reached the door, there was no heated kiss against it. There was no pushing or shoving, and though you may have been a little disappointed in the stark contrast between what was actually happening and what you had expected to happen, you were basking in the warmth of Eren’s touch as he cupped your cheek and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth as he reached for the doorknob on your behalf.

Your dorm room was similar enough to your childhood bedroom that Eren recalled being in only a handful of times. You had the same comforter and sheet set that you used in 10th grade. You had the same anime scrolls on your walls. You had the same salt lamp on the tiny desk, crammed tightly into the corner of the room. He watched as you walked over to it, turning it on. His eyes fell to the Christmas lights that scaled the walls, following the dark green cord to its power strip that lay on the floor at his feet. How inviting. He stepped on the switch and flipped off the overhead light, watching as the room traded its harsh fluorescence for a warm, inviting glow. You turned to him, looking so beautiful, he felt his heart jump in his chest. He had never felt nervous before sex before. It wasn’t the spontaneity, either; he’d ended a number of dates having impromptu quickies in the backseat of his sedan.

So why did he feel his ears getting hot at the sight of you shyly peeling off your sweater to reveal the skin tight tank top underneath?

You were no better; you watched him stand there, the dull glow of the lights masking any emotion on his face as you kicked off your shoes. He was looking at you, but you couldn’t make out if his gaze was expectant or patient; was he waiting on you to do something? Was he simply digesting the moment? You had no idea. “So, uh… where do you want me?”

Eren shook himself from his trance, doing his best to blink away the sudden nerves that enveloped him. He tucked his flyaways behind his ears, removing his shoes as well before closing the distance between the two of you. He placed his hands gingerly on your waist and kissed you softly. While you were occupied with the motion he laid before you, he set the condom down on the nightstand. No rush, baby, he thought inwardly. All the time in the world.

You closed your eyes, trying your best to swallow the tension and let yourself get lost in the kiss. His hands were large and warm against your waist, and when his pinky lifted the hem of your tank top and brushed your skin, you couldn’t help but gasp as you felt the goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin. He broke the kiss to give you one thoughtful stare before saying, “I’m going to take this slow. You have every opportunity to tell me to stop if you need to catch your breath.”

He watched you nod, your eagerness and anxiety both plain across your flushed face. He guided you by your hips onto the bed, freshly made and smelling of your perfume. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was on purpose. He let you get comfy, lying back supine, supporting yourself on your elbows. He saw your eyes glitter with wonder and excitement as he took this opportunity to remove his shirt, the soft lighting of the room gleaming across the planes of his well-defined chest and abdomen. The corners of his mouth twitched upward into a smirk when he saw the way you bit your lip, your eyes devouring the sight of him standing there, shirtless in your bedroom. He climbed over your figure, appreciating the way your eyes followed his every move. He’d never been this intimate with a woman before; he’s had sex, lots of it, but nothing like this. And never with anyone like you.

You were nervous, too. He was close enough to you that you could feel the warmth radiating from his bare chest, his arms caging you in on either side. Staring into his deep green eyes, though, you felt safe. This was Eren. Within your heart, you knew that if anyone could take care of you, it would be him. You allowed him to pull your legs upwards and around him, both of you still clothed from the waist down. He leaned in for another kiss, passionate as ever, except this time, he craved some friction between your legs. You complied, sighing at the feeling of his hardness pressing into your core. Even through your layers, you were sensitive. You brought your hands up to tangle within his hair as he kissed you, deeply and sensually, increasing in hunger as his hips grinded into yours fervently. Despite the heat of the motion, you knew this was patience for him. You knew, inherently, that this was Eren taking his time with you. Every nip to your bottom lip was experimental in its pace, but not its practice; he knew what he was doing, but had never gotten an opportunity to take his time with it.

And your intuition was correct. Eren had never gotten an opportunity to explore the ardency of sex. It was about carnal desire, the pleasure of coming and going- literally. With you, he had a chance to explore the beauty of your curves, appreciate every single whine and whimper that escaped your mouth. When he moved his kisses from your lips to your jawline, and then down to your neck, he got a front row seat to the way your body shook beneath him. He kissed you slowly there, humming low in his throat as he inhaled the sweetness of your perfume. He felt your hands gain courage as you lowered your body to the mattress; he resisted shuddering as you ran your dainty fingers along the flanks of his back, coming to rest on his shoulder blades as his kisses deepened along your neck. He hungered for friction, doing his best to grind against your center as he sank his teeth into your neck lightly, but hard enough to coax a pretty little gasp from your gaping mouth. This girl is going to kill me.

You closed your eyes on instinct, biting your lip as he worked his magic. The way his lips attacked your neck made you moan on instinct, the crescents of your nails no doubt leaving little imprints on his back. You felt a groan vibrate against your jugular, noticing the impossible hardness pressing into your core. Panting, you called for him. “Eren,” you breathed, feeling hot behind the ears when your hungry eyes met his. Before waiting for his response, you grabbed the hem of your tank top and pulled it over your head. Eren simply watched, transfixed by your movement and bravery. Your eyes fell to his sweats, the way his arousal strained against the fabric had you biting your lip again. “Is that comfortable?” You asked, your blush searing against your cheeks.

“No,” He said, truthfully. He fell into the space between you and the wall on your bed, opting instead to lean into a kiss from the side. You started to turn to face him, but he placed a firm-but-gentle hand against your chest, urging you to lie back down. “Let me know if I’m moving too fast.”

You gulped as his hand moved farther south. Your eyes didn’t leave his; he was gauging your reaction, and as he reached the waist of your leggings, he stopped and raised his eyebrows as if to ask for permission. You nodded.

You took a sharp breath in as he slipped his fingers into your underwear, seeking out the bundle of nerves at the top of your entrance. Your eyes widened at the foreign sensation, registering it as unfamiliar but not at all unpleasant. His index and middle finger traced tantalizing circles over your clit, eliciting breathy moans to slip from your lips alongside a string of expletives that Eren was sure he’d never heard you say before. Looking into those emerald eyes you’d known your whole life, you felt a different emotion bubbling beneath the surface; alongside the pleasure, you were losing yourself in a serenity that you had never expected to find within your friendship.

The way your lips were parted, wet with his spit and red from your teeth, softly murmuring his name… it was driving Eren mad. With his fingers still at work, he leaned in for another deep, gratifying kiss that intensified the building sensation at your core. You were moaning now, against his lips, begging instinctually; you didn’t know what for.

Eren’s pace was quickening despite his vow to take it slow. He couldn’t help it. He just loved the blush on your cheeks, he loved the way you tried your hardest to keep your eyes open- eventually, the ecstasy getting the better of you every time, causing you to throw your head back and lose yourself. You were so reactive to every single thing he did. Every time he slowed his pace or released his pressure, you’d grab his wrist and whimper so beautifully pathetic, he couldn’t help but oblige. He could do this for hours, he thought with an inward smirk.

“Have you ever fingered yourself?” He asked you in a hushed voice, the dirtiness of his words juxtaposing his gentle tone.

You couldn’t look at him, despite the intense eye contact the two of you had held for so long before this moment. You simply nodded, your cheeks pink and your eyes avoiding his.

He smirked, his fingers inching farther south. “Dirty girl.” He placed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before teasing you with his index finger. He groaned at the wetness. “Goddamn, baby, you are soaked .”

All you could do was whimper, your own fingers wrapped limply around his wrist as he continued to entice you. “Take them off,” you muttered, knowing you’d likely lose control of yourself soon.

“Hmm?” Eren hummed, testing the waters by planting his digit a single knuckle deep inside of you. You instinctively clenched around him, whining as you did so.

“Take them off. Take my pants off,” you repeated, your voice shaking.

“Oh, yes ma’am,” he said, withdrawing his hand to yank the fabric free from your legs along with your underwear, tossing them onto the floor without a care. He exhaled sharply at the sight of you, exposed and dripping for him. He grew impossibly harder at the thought of being the very first man to see you like this. Without conscious thought, his mouth started to water.

You saw the hungry look in his eyes as he stared down at your wet center and knew what he wanted. It was something you’d only ever seen in porn before now, and you had never understood the appeal. But now, caught in the carnivorous gaze of the man you had pined after for so long, you understood. He wanted to devour you, and you were eager to please. Your bottom lip was sore as a consequence of constantly sucking it into your mouth and biting down to savor the heat of the moment– but the pain be damned, you did it again, and it drove Eren fucking crazy. He had you beneath him once more, growling at the back of his throat as he took your lips into his own, the pad of his thumb working at your clit as if to prepare you for his next move. He broke the embrace, a spark in his eyes that deepened your trance. “Still okay, cupcake?”

The familiarity of your childhood nickname made the moment so much sweeter; you nodded vehemently, flashing your eyes from his face to where his strong arm disappeared between your glistening bodies.

Eren wasted no time withdrawing his figures from your slick opening, bringing them to his lips in a lewd manner that had your eyes widening in anticipation. He grinned at you as he licked them clean, humming sweetly as he did so. “Like maple fucking syrup,” he groused. He gave you another opportunity to back down, but you declined, instead tangling your hands in his smooth brown hair once more, encouraging him downward. He shuddered, impressed by your ambition, and kissed your sweaty skin softly the whole way down. He wanted so bad to tease you, to kiss the insides of your thighs until you pleaded for him to move closer; he wanted to tantalize you with light nips at your creases until your dainty fingers pushed him into you… but Eren was not a patient man. He had allowed an exception for you thus far, and would do so again and again if he had to, but he knew you were aching and so was he.

He plunged into your depths face first, taking your swollen clit into his mouth greedily. Your back arched at the explosion of white-hot lust that overtook your sex-drunk brain. The heat pooling between your legs was lapped up immediately by Eren, who was reading as completely content working his magic below your waist. You spared a peek down, your eyes watering at the eroticism of the image. Your best friend, as intimate as he could possibly be with you in that moment, giving you the best (albeit the first) head of your fucking life. You moaned as you felt the intrusion of his index finger begin again, clenching your muscles against him on instinct. His hands were much larger than yours, and his fingers much longer too; one of Eren’s digits had you feeling fuller than both of yours together. The thought excited you, so much so, that one particularly harsh flutter of your walls coaxed an aroused hiss from his lips. The sound reverberated against your sex, prompting you to close your thighs against him- just tight enough to squeeze a little. He moaned again, removing his fingers from you to push against your thighs, spreading you open for his covetous tongue.

Your head fell back in blissful yearning, completely at the mercy of Eren’s lecherous advances. He drooled over you, soaking you to the point that neither you nor he knew where his slaver ended and your wetness began. One hand snarled into his brunette strands and another one clutching the sheets, you weren’t sure how much longer you could last. Your hips bucked against the friction of his tongue, soaking up every ounce of molten pleasure that he gave you. You began murmuring his name. “Eren,” you’d breathe, and he’d acknowledge you with eye contact; you’d known him long enough to guarantee he was smirking with the half of his face that you couldn’t see. “How is it, baby?” He’d ask, checking up on you. Knowing good and damn well you could barely form a sentence. “Are you ready for another?”

“Eren, please,” you begged, the tension inside of you building to a breaking point, “I can’t take another.”

He tsked, giving you another taste before replying. “I hate to break it to you, baby, but I’m a lot bigger than two fingers.”

You cursed at that, tossing your head back with a pleased groan. It was when you felt his middle finger tease at your entrance, the way it slid in so easily thanks to Eren’s prior ministrations… you felt something snap inside of you. “Oh fuck,” you whispered, nearly choking on your words as anticipation gave way to unbearable heights and you came, hard on his digits. “What the fuck,” you hissed, falling backwards helplessly into a sea of desire.

But Eren was there to catch you, lazily pumping his fingers into you as you came down from your high. He used his spare hand to rub your inner thigh affectionately, the lower half of his face no longer hidden by your aching center. He watched your expression, full of fucked-out bliss, and painted a mental picture to keep forever. He liked to think of himself as a decent lover, but no one had ever made sounds or movements like you. Your body worked against his hands in perfect tandem, sinking onto every hook he threw at you. And fuck, you were so tight. Was it because he was your first? He knew that wasn’t supposed to make much of a difference…

His thoughts were interrupted by you sitting up, pulling your lower half away from him. He rolled over onto his side, supporting his head with the palm of his hand, elbow propped up on the mattress as he watched you with the smuggest look you’ve ever seen. You knew one look at him would have you blushing, so you instead chose to focus on the full moon just barely visible from your tiny dorm room window on the wall opposite the bed. “That was…”

“Incredible,” he finished for you, his choice of words cliche but effective still. You spared him a glance, finally, giggling at the mess you had made of his hair. He’d cleaned your arousal from his face, but your actions were still evident from the sight of his sloppy man-bun having become somehow even sloppier. He shrugged with his free shoulder, tugging his hair out of its restraints. You watched his velvet locks shake away to frame his face, somehow making him even more attractive. You cursed inwardly, sensing your libido hadn’t quite been drained from you.

You didn’t realize you were biting your lip again until he was in front of you. He’d broken from his relaxed posture to poise himself over you again– only this time, the expression on his face was soft instead of hungered. He reached a thumb, just as gentle, up to tug your bottom lip free from its confines. He kissed you, his bare chest rubbing against your breasts, his bare stomach gliding against yours in a manner so intimate that it felt almost wrong. He kissed you with a tender longing that you’d only deem appropriate for lovers. Only appropriate if it meant you could do it again… and again… and–

His hands, warm but surprising, unclasped your bra in a single motion. You had honestly forgotten it was still there– but somehow, when it was flung aside and you were exposed, you felt more vulnerable than you had since the start of this interaction. Here you were, bearing your complete self to your best friend, who was consuming it vehemently, his hands immediately exploring this new territory. Whispered expletives fell from his lips as he palmed your smooth, balmy skin. Your heart quickened again, your breaths becoming shallow in your expectancy of what was to come. Oftentimes, you wondered how it was possible to keep going after the first orgasm– your sensitive walls never seemed to bounce back as quickly on solo missions –but, here, at his mercy, you were as close to understanding as you’d ever been. It felt as if round one– though technically not real sex –simply wasn’t enough. If Eren had more to offer, you wanted it all.

When he slid into the groove between your legs to dive in for another kiss, you stopped him by hooking your thumbs into the waistband of his sweats. Your babydoll eyes met his hearty stare and you felt your heart ascend into your throat when you saw the excitement wash over his features. You felt powerful. “I… I think I want more.”

Eren wasted no time in assisting your effort to doff him of his bottoms. He did, however, pause when he was left in his briefs. He watched your wide eyed trance fall onto the bulge contained within the thin fabric and he did his best to read your expression.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he said, gently. “I won’t be upset.”

You shared one last look at him before inhaling deeply and using the last shred of your self control to free his hardened member from its chains.

“I don’t think that’s gonna fit,” you said automatically, the words leaving your mouth before you realized you had said them. Immediately after, you glanced up at Eren with a hand over your mouth. “I meant–,”

“Cupcake,” he said, kicking his pants free from his legs to settle in between yours, “I know what you meant. But I have a feeling you’ll do just fine.”

That did it. The way your nickname rolled off of his tongue sent all of your apprehension flying away into the night. You had shared so many firsts with Eren; you went to your first prom with him, he was your first boyfriend– granted, you were third graders and it lasted all of 10 minutes –he was your first friend... Was this really so different?

Yes, you reminded yourself. It’s very different.

But you didn’t care.

Eren pulled a fleece blanket over the two of you; you weren’t sure why, but for some reason, it made you feel closer to him. It was definitely warmer, so you wouldn’t have complained either way. He shared one more impassioned kiss before giving you another out. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

You nodded.

“You only get one first time.”

“I know that, Eren.”

“I just don’t want you to–,”

“Oh my god, shut up and fuck me.”

---- There's more, I promise! Read the full fic on AO3 here.----

#snk smut #eren x reader #eren smut #eren yaegar #eren shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

[collin-thegreat]

Welcome To my blog

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this is a blog about mostly anime, and I will eventually be writing fanfics, one-shots for many anime guys and girls requests are open, as well as brainrots 😝 I take fluff, smut, not big on angst but I will write angst for certain characters, for these guys, girls, and more.

There are characters from some of these below that I will only write platonic and fluff and maybe angst (depending on the character you choose) cuz I don't feel comfortable doing any smut for them cuz I do not see them as someone other than innocent

Jujutsu Kaisen

Gojo Satoru done- birthday drabble Toji Fushiguro Nanami Kento in progress- Nsfw Headcanons Megumi Fushiguro Sukuna Ryomen done- nsfw headcanons Naoyo Zenin Toge Inumaki yuuta Itadori Yuuji Nobara geto Choso Mei Mei Maki Zenin Mai Zenin

Haikyuu

Sakusa Kiyoomi (my mans/daddy) done- sfw headcanons done- NSFW headcanons done- part1 of sakusa birthday one-shot Atsumu Miya (pretty boy #3) Osamu Miya (Better twin) in progress- NSFW Headcannons Kita Shinsuke(pretty boy #4) Suna Rintarou(pretty fox boy) done- NSFW Headcanons done- SFW Headcannons futakuchi Aone Oikawa Tooru(pretty door) Terushima(daddy) Ushijima Wakatoshi(Buff daddy#1) Iwaizumi Hajime(buff daddy #2) in progress- NSFW Headcannons Done- Music Drabble Bokuto Koutoru (buff daddy #3) Daichi (Buff Daddy #4) Yaku done- Music drabble Kuroo Tetsuro(daddy rooster) Done: music drabble Akaashi Keiji (Pretty boy #1) Yamamoto done- Music drabble Kageyama Tobio(Pretty boy #2) Tendou Satori (Kinnie #1) Semi Semi Daishou Lev Sugawara Done- sfw/fluffy headcanons Tsukishima (salt boyo) Kenma done- music drabble shoyo (platonic only. this could change in the future) if you want others request

Naruto

Kakashi itachi sasuke naruto

Fairy tale

gray fullbuster natsu dragoneel rogue sting laxsus Mira Cana Erza Sting cobra/eric lyon gajeel juvia jallal

Obey Me

Lucifer done- sfw headcanons done- nsfw headcanons Diavolo levi mammon Beelzebub done- Nsfw Headcanons belphie barbatos satan solomon asmo simeon luke (PLATONIC ONLY)

Spy x Family

Loid yor

Demon Slayer

Muzan akaza douma tanjiro inosuke shinobu rengoku uzui obanai giyuu zenitsu kanea

Balance Unlimited

Daisuke Haru

Mha

Bakugou not done- sfw headcanons not done- NSFW headcanons Shoto Dabi hawks Aizawa midoriya denki kirishima Overhaul Shinsou twice tamaki monoma Present Mic Tetsutetsu Shindo Sero Ojiro will add more when I get the drafts done❤

attack on titan

Levi Ackerman done- sfw headcanons done- NSFW headcanons Eren Jaegar mikasa Erwin Hanji

bungo stray dogs

Osamu Dazai Chuuya Atsushi Ranpo Akutagawa Doppo

hunter x hunter

Chrollo hisoka illumi feitan gon (platonic only) Killua (Platonic only)

Nijisanji En

Vox Akuma Ike Eveland Ren Zotto done- NSFW headcanons Uki Shu Luca done- clingy reader on period fluff Mysta Aster Sonny Hex Haywire Fulgar Alban Doppio Ver Vanta Claude shoto zali Yugo Kyo(platonic only) the girls are only platonic that's why I didn't put them but I will write anything platonic for the girls

Genshin boys

Zhongli done- NSFW headcanons

Diluc Xiao Neuvillette Wriothesley done- NSFW headcanons razor(Platonic only) albedo kazuha Kaeya Childe Alhaitham Itto Wanderer Kaveh Cyno Gorou(Platonic only) Ayato pantanlone Zandik(Dottore)

Tokyo Ghoul

Ken Kaneki Touka Kirishima Hideyoshi Ayato Kirishima Koutarou if there are more you want just ask

Honkai Star rail Boys

if you have more just DM me and request

blade dan Heng dan heng imbibitor Lunae Gepard Sampo in progress- Nsfw Headcanons Jing Yuan Dr. Ratio Aventurine

Argenti

Luka

Loucha

Welt boothill

Gallagher will add more to this one once I know and figure out their names

#x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #inarizaki #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #attack on titan #daisuke smut #demon slayer #obey me #fairy tail #jjk x reader #vox akuma smut #naruto #bungo stray dogs #my hero academia #anime #ren zotto x reader #hunter x hunter #genshin impact smut #honkai star rail #diluc x reader

[soleilnomoon]

☆ enfin, je me réveille masterlist

☆ enfin, je me réveille: college au feat. eren jaeger x reader.

☆ setting: modern day, year xx22, paradis city, autumn

☆ starring: eren jaegar, college senior (22) & y/n, college senior (21-22)

☆ feat. cameo appearances from: jean kirschtein, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, connie springer, reiner braun, historia reiss, annie leonhart, sasha braus, zeke jaeger, & a few others.

☆ summary (of sorts): y/n is a broke college senior in desperate need of tutoring for chemistry and can’t afford to fail another class. eren jaegar is in the top 10% of their class, extremely standoffish, has an absurd amount of wealth to his name, and doesn’t have many that he considers friends. he’s your typical smart, cool, loner type that people inevitably want to befriend due to his magnetic persona, but he keeps them all at arm’s length due to issues from his past (he’s also just an ass in general). he finds himself begrudgingly intrigued by y/n and offers to tutor her in exchange for…certain favors. y/n is reluctant, but will do anything to make sure she passes. unbeknownst to them, there are bigger, more sinister things at play behind the scenes in the seemingly peaceful city of paradis.

☆ word count: currently at 20k.

☆ contains: black fem reader, nsfw (18+ mdni), profanity, arguing, corrupt politics, blood money, solo masturbation (m & f, separately), alcohol consumption, drug use, blackmail, degradation/humiliation, overstimulation, nipple play, edging, public sex, a shit ton of angst (ur welcome), a gallon of smut (idk what to tell u), oral m. receiving, oral f. receiving, a lot of betrayal, plot twists galore, & violence (not sure how much, it’s all up in the air at this point tbh).

☆ chapter 01 - conquest - (complete)

☆ chapter 02 - staccato - (complete)

☆ chapter 03 - acrimony - (complete)

☆ chapter 04 - subversive - (in progress)

☆ chapter 05 - lucent - (in progress)

☆ last updated: 08/27/22

☆ hi hi! ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ thanks for stopping by and hopefully you enjoy the story i’m crafting. i’m not sure how long this fic will be, it’s smth ambitious that i’m taking on, but i definitely will try to update it consistently (although, i am a little slow sometimes so bear with me). as i write, i’ll update the warnings list.

☆ if you want to be added to the taglist then you can drop a comment or send me a message and i’ll add you!

☆ as stated before, this is a college au/modern au fic; i try to keep as close to canon as possible with characterizations, and trying to incorporate part of the aot/snk lore into a modern world is a little tricky but i’m making it work i think.

☆ i have an idea of how i want this to end, but i don’t always stick to outlines so we’re all going to be in for a wild ride, u feel me; just know that it’s a dark romance w. a lot of drama, there isn’t going to be a happy ending (not in the traditional sense).

☆ taglist: strawhatsoraya, berriesandcrem, simpbutapimp, littlemochi

#took me forever to format but here we go #series: enfin je me réveille #aot x reader #snk x reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #x black reader #eren x black y/n #snk x black reader

[glystenangel]

your jjk 7 mins in heaven was amazing!!! if you ever have time could you please do an aot one that includes Jean Reiner Erwin and Levi?? Thank you so much!!!

7 minutes in heaven with the AOT boys

jean kirstein, reiner braun, erwin smith, levi ackerman, & bonus!eren jaegar x fem!reader

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, a bit spicier than the other one i wrote for the jjk boys lol, smoochin, inferred hookups, everyone's in college woohoo, mention of alcohol, confessions of crushes

summary: you play 7 minutes in heaven at a college party and end up in the closet with your aot crush, shenanigans ensue

thank you for requesting and enjoy!<333

Jean------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Shut up, you idiots!”

Jean is irritably yelling past the wood grain of the closet door just as it shuts.

You can hear his friends cracking up, and you can’t help but be concerned by that.

“Everything okay?”

The darkness only gives you a vague impression of his face, but enough for you to tell that he’s raking a hand through the tawny hair close to his neck. His slim jaw is briefly illuminated by a crack in the door, and the distant twinkle of party string lights cascade over his stubble. 

You always found him cute, so it’s a bit endearing watching him flounder for a moment.

“Yeah, sorry. My friends are just being assholes. They probably think this is hilarious.” He finally says.

You grimace at the unexpected answer, “Oh.”

Jean immediately picks up on your tone, hazel eyes flashing with epiphany, “It’s not because of you! Well, kind of.”

He seems to think for a moment, and you uncomfortably wonder if you should just tell him to be quiet for the rest of the time.

“I’ve had the dumbest crush on you since we had that class together a couple years back. The guys are just giving me a hard time about it, so please don’t think they’re talkin’ shit or anything.”

He stuffs his hands into his pockets, quickly averting his gaze from you and onto the floor while you absorb the confession.

You can feel the corners of your mouth automatically spread into a smile from his words, “I have a crush on you too.”

Jean blinks, “Really?”

You step forward, closing the already narrow space between you both.

“Really.”

A wave of confidence hits you as you place your hands on his chest and sense his faltered breathing from your proximity. His eyes are trained on your lips, and you can see his own parting in anticipation.

“Let’s give your friends something to really talk about.” You whisper, tilting your head and staring up at him with a dare in your eyes.

Jean places his hands on your waist before trailing his hands all the way up your figure and then back down to your hips. His gaze follows the journey up and down your body, the motions instantly bringing shivers to your skin. The former confidence you held is immediately replaced with your heartbeat in your ears, which only intensifies when he pulls you in for a kiss.

Kissing Jean is electric, and he meets your every touch with a desire so palpable it makes your cheeks flush with warmth. He mumbles sweet nothings about how pretty and nice you are, effectively melting any doubts you had about him earlier.

As your kisses deepen, you are suddenly jolted apart by a timer going off and Jean’s friends goading you two to come out.

“Time’s up, lover boy! Get out here, you dog!”

Jean groans, “Ignore them, please.”

You offer him a good natured laugh, “It’s okay, good to know I have their approval already.”

He looks at you with a fond shine in his gaze, “This is bad. I really like you now.” 

You observe him as he starts fixing your mussed hair, trying to memorize the lines on his hands and the veins criss-crossing over his knuckles, “You know what would be really bad?”

“What?” 

You bite the swell of your bottom lip, “If we went home together, right now.”

“Fuck.” Jean grins, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers together as knocks flood the door, “That’d be the worst.”

“Right?”

You roll your eyes, but the beam remains on your face.

“Come on,” He kisses the back of your hand and twists open the doorknob, “Let’s go.”

Reiner-----------------------------------------------------------------------

“So, who dragged you here?”

Reiner crosses his arms with a grin, regarding you as you adjust to the darkness.

“Mikasa.” You sarcastically sigh, “You?”

“Bertholdt.”

“I’m surprised, he seems so shy.” You purse your lips and tap them in thought.

The stocky blond across from you shakes his head, “That’s why he brought me. I’m his emotional support buddy, but honestly parties aren’t really my thing. I always feel kinda lame when I go.”

The arch of your eyebrows hitch up your forehead, “What? I thought you were Mr. Popular. Everyone thinks you’re cool.”

Reiner was the captain of your college football team and a part-time tutor, he was basically a campus legend. He always had an attractive intensity about him, with thickset arms and steely expressions, but a kindness that everyone applauded. In short, you only ever heard good things about him.

“Me? Shit, that’s what everyone says about you!” Reiner exclaims, pointing at you with an incredulous scoff.

You shrug, a shy beam brightening your features, “Guess we’re just two cool people looking at each other.”

“I guess so.” Reiner repeats, mimicking your shrug as well.

A quiet moment passes and you keep your eyes on each other, the ambient noise of music and chatter seeping into the closet.

You catch the tail end of one of your favorite songs before Reiner starts talking again.

“You know I actually…I wouldn’t mind coming to more parties if it meant you would be there.”

The unprompted confession has your eyes widening, “What? No way.”

“Seriously.” Reiner fiddles with his belt loops, “Um, I’ve always thought you were pretty and easy to talk to the few times we’ve run into each other. So.”

At the compliment, you tilt your head and squint, “Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe, is it working?” He questions, nerves tinging his smile.

A pensive hum leaves you, and then you return his smile, “It’s working.”

“Yeah?” Reiner seems relieved, and the visibility of it across his face is so endearing your heart squeezes.

You intake a breath, clasping your hands behind your back to steady yourself, “Call me pretty a few more times and I’ll let you know.” 

Reiner considers your words carefully, and then he’s following your instructions to the letter.

“You’re pretty.” Reiner steps closer, voice low and enticing, “So pretty that I can barely think.”

He skirts his palm past your cheek, down your neck, and then along your curves to reach back and grab you by the waist, inducing heat down your figure.

“All I can think about is how much I want to kiss you.” He pulls you closer, and you automatically wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

Reiner searches your visage with wary hazel eyes, and you hug behind his neck a little more tightly, “So kiss me.”

The press of his lips on yours is tender at first, but as you comb your hands through his short, pale blond locks, the kiss grows more hungry. You open your mouth with a subdued whine, and Reiner holds you more securely as you swipe your tongue against his own. His lips are softer than you thought they would be, and you want to kiss them until you’re dizzy,

Reiner starts trailing kisses underneath your jawline, and it has your knees weaken underneath you.

“What are you thinking about now?” You pant, bending your chin down in a desperate attempt to watch him bite a spot at the base of your neck.

“Taking your pretty ass home.” He mumbles, sweeping his eyes back up to your own and giving the fresh hickey a pointed lick.

You giggle and stroke a hand against his cheek, “Bertholdt probably won’t be happy you’re leaving him alone. I’ll apologize to him tomorrow.” 

Reiner chuckles and plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth, “And I’ll apologize to Mikasa.”

Just when you’re about to envelop yourself in each other’s embrace again, grating knocks coupled with the ringing of a timer force you both to pause.

As the noise dies down, Reiner pinches your cheek and offers you his hand with a stifled laugh, “That’s our cue. Let’s get the out of here.”

Erwin-----------------------------------------------------------------------

“Looks like we’re alone now.” 

Your head instantly snaps towards the tall, blond man in front of you, and he smiles down at you.

His smile is perfectly warm, but his pale blue eyes have a cold intensity that has you shyly looking away.

Erwin’s mere presence in a room was enough to make you nervous, so being in such an enclosed space with him was making your mind run in uneasy circles. You were more used to him collecting papers or leading study sessions, further away from you or at least separated by his teacher’s assistant desk.

“Yeah, looks like it.” You parrot, unsure of what to say.

You feel stupid.

Luckily, Erwin finds your obvious anxiety amusing.

“Hey,” He chuckles, “It’s alright. I don’t bite unless you want me to.”

The insinuation immediately causes your face to burn, and you lightly push his chest in embarrassment as the image clouds your mind.

“Don’t make fun of me!” You warn, staring up at him defiantly and hoping you’re hiding the shakiness in your voice.

“Why not?” He leans forward, the smile never leaving that smug face of his, “It’s fun.”

“Because-” You search your thoughts, and then blurt out, “You shouldn’t tease people who like you!”

The air stills, and you wish you hadn’t said something so childish.

Erwin interrupts that thought, “What should I do then?”

When you don’t answer, too stupefied to even stammer out a reply, he reaches out and wraps an arm around your waist.

You can feel the large diameter of his palm cradling your lower back, subtle shivers erupting from the touch. Then, he cups your cheek with his other hand.

“Should I kiss them then? Should I kiss you?” He uses his thumb to stroke circles into your back, and you can only stare at his mouth as it inches closer.

“Erwin-” Your hands flatten against his chest, and your heart is beating so much you’re afraid it will burst.

“Answer me.” His nose touches yours, and he pauses to sweep his line of sight back up to your eyes.

You breathe in slowly, sensing his own soft breaths skating over your cupid’s bow.

“If you like me too, then yes…please.” The words leave your mouth in a small whisper, and you can see the smile reach Erwin’s eyes this time before he brings your lips together.

His hands are strong and sure as they explore your body, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the kiss deepens.

It feels incredible, and you let out a soft moan when he actually bites the flesh of your bottom lip before soothing the sting of it with his tongue.

He hums into your mouth, and you can sense the heat along your cheeks as you more eagerly return his efforts.

However, the kiss induced daze that settles over your mind isn’t thick enough to drown out the jiggle of the door knob or the aggressive dinging of the timer.”

“Fuck.” Erwin mumbles, and you whine when he pulls away.

“Aw, I’m sorry.” He pecks a few quick kisses to your lips, “But we have to go now.”

You look up at him pleadingly, “Where are we going?”

Erwin visually melts at your newfound neediness, “You are too cute.”

The compliment has your heart soaring, and you smile at him as he takes his keys out of his pocket.

“We can go to my place.” He plants a kiss on your forehead and keeps a hand around your waist, “I’ll drive.”

Levi-------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Out of all the people here, it’s good I ended up with you. Now I can relax.” 

Levi sits on the floor, and you join him with a reluctant huff.

“Don’t sound so excited.”

“Apologies, I’ll try not to shout.” He sends a wry smirk your way, patting dust off of his pants as he settles himself.

“I appreciate that, thank you.”

Levi snickers at your sarcasm, “You’re an idiot.”

Silence settles over the two of you, and something about it makes you want to do some courageous and stupid act to fill the time.

You look over at Levi, a fellow grad student with a grumpy disposition and an infamously intelligent mind. For someone with such a cold air, he was surprisingly warm the more you got to know him, and the pretty, sharp features of his face failed to help keep up the initial intimidation you regarded him with. Even now, you can almost feel the long hidden affection you have for him spilling out in the way you trace over the point of his nose and the perceptive gleam of his eyes. His side profile stands out even in the drab colors of the closet’s interior. It’s actually remarkable.

“Hey Levi?” The soft call has him glaring at you.

“What is it?”

A deep breath, and then the words rush out.

“You know I like you right?”

He stiffens, shoulders hiking up slightly and remaining trained towards the door, “I didn’t.”

“Oh, well now you know.” You nest your hands in your lap and look around at the dusty contents of the closet, waiting for the man next to you to come up with a more detailed response.

More silence ensues, and just when you think nothing more will come from your sudden confession, Levi clears his throat.

“I like you too.”

The reciprocation has you in an instant, and you whip your head back to him, “You do?!”

The shocked yell has Levi irritably covering your mouth, “Be quiet!” 

You lightly push his hand away, but drop your voice to a hushed murmur, “I can’t! I never thought that this would happen.”

Levi seems offended by the sentiment, “You’re wonderful, of course I would like you. It would be hard not to, you’re…undeniably beautiful and sweet. I enjoy our time together a lot.”

The casual manner in which he compliments you has a grin spreading across your face, “I think you’re wonderful too, Levi. And very handsome! Especially when you concentrate really hard on something. Oh, and you’re really nice even when you don’t want to be. I like how you explain things too.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” He scowls, but you can tell from his tone it’s because he is getting embarrassed.

The smile never leaves your face, “Can I get a kiss then?”

“Now?” He raises a thin brow, a look of disgust displaying on his pale features.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to. I won’t be mad.” You promise, the reassurance nonchalant and genuine.

Levi rolls his eyes, but holds out a sturdy hand towards you, “...Come here.”

He delicately rests your chin on his loose fist, and then leans in close. He has longer eyelashes than you realized, and the silvery gray of his eyes are framed perfectly by them. When he’s only millimeters away, he closes his eyes and you immediately flutter your own shut. It’s just in time to feel his lips on yours, and your chest swells at the sensation. He tastes minty and fresh, just as you expected, but he’s more passionate than you anticipated. Levi cradles your chin with the utmost care, and the attentive tilts of his head sync to your every wish.

Once you have to catch your breath, Levi keeps his hand on your face, observing your wavering pants with calm interest, “There. Are you happy now?”

“I am.” You happily sigh, sure that you’re staring at him with visibly starstruck eyes as you wrap your hands around his strong wrist, “Can I have one more please?”

Levi scoffs, but tenderly combs his fingers through your hair, “So stupid. How’d you get so dumb?”

“Hey! I’m not-”

He kisses you again, more and more persuasively until you no longer have any will to protest. His lips are gentle and languid in their addictive movement against yours, and you realize how much he savors each kiss with you.

“You are.” He softly taps the end of your nose, “You’re dumb. That’s why I have to take care of you.”

Before you can defend yourself once more, the timer goes off and Levi furrows his brows at the intrusion.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” He murmurs, “Let’s see how dumb you can get.”

bonus! + Eren--------------------------------------------------------------

“Shit. Fuck.”

Eren smacks his fist against the door as it closes, his back turned to you.

“You okay there?” You hesitantly tap his shoulder, where even in the obscured lighting of the closet, you can see the tapered, muscular shape of his back.

“Yeah, I just-” He spins around, nearly bumping into you, “You’re gorgeous and I’m so wasted. I have no game right now.”

Eren looks genuinely distraught, sea green eyes punctuated with remorse and his thickly defined brows knitted above the slant of his nose.

You giggle at his unfiltered anguish, “It’s okay. I’m a few shots deep and you’re very cute. You don’t need any game.”

Honestly, this has been a long time coming. Eren and you had been stealing glances at each other in class for the better part of the semester. You were elated to just have the chance to talk to him alone, even if you were actually so nervous you could feel your heart beating in your chest.

“I want to-” He looks down at you, fumbling his hands through locks of chestnut brown hair and tugging at the hems of his shirt as if he was overheating, “God, you’re gorgeous. I’m losing it.”

“Eren, stop!” You try to shush him with laughter lacing your words, but he only seems to get more riled up.

“I’m serious! I’ve seen you around, but I was too chickenshit to ask you out. Now look.” 

To his credit, he half whispers the last portion of his rant, but you can still sense his distress.

“Aw, do you just want us to not do anything then? We can just talk.” You pat his shoulder to comfort him.

Eren thinks for a moment, sheepishly covering your hand with his own, “I still want to…If that’s okay with you.”

“It’s okay with me.” You shyly admit, feeling the hum of alcohol and the smitten way Eren is staring at you intoxicate your thoughts.

“It’s okay?” He slides his hand behind the nape of your neck, and the warmth of it has you curving towards him.

Eren is careful with how he handles you, rubbing his thumb up and down the column of skin.

You bite your lip and stare down at his own, “Mhmm.”

He seems just as transfixed as you are, half lidded gaze drawn to where he soon provides you with a sweet kiss. Flutters erupt in your chest, and Eren lets out a groan when you roam your hands along his torso. He tugs you closer, moving his hands to your cheeks and kissing you as if he’s utterly starved for you on his lips and tongue.

“You’re fucking adorable.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, mumbling against the skin with gratitude, “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. Cook you a nice breakfast. Romantic.”

You cross your arms behind his neck, staring into his eyes with a lovestruck smile, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

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And then they take you home so you can continue being in heaven together :)

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End Notes:

couldn't resist adding eren bc i love him hehe but it was so fun writing this with all the aot boys!! i haven't written for aot in a while so this was refreshing and made me nostalgic :') appreciate you liking the jjk version v much and thank you for requesting this one, i hope you like!💞💞

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