#eren jeager imagine

[fqiryspit]

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 ! 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒!

eren yeager x fem!reader

cw: pregnancy, car sex, dicking sucking, pussy eating, pregnancy, marriage, children, etc etc

DILF!EREN ! who gets all the moms ovulating when he comes to pick up his baby boy from kindergarten

DILF!EREN ! who fucks you in the car really quickly before leaving for that grueling parent-teacher conference

"w-were gonna be late" you moan into his chest as his hips slap against yours, cock hitting deeper and deeper into you

"whatever, all they're gonna say is he played with blocks and crayons" he chuckled, finding your lips and catching them with a kiss and his thumb rubbing your clit as you cum around his cock.

DILF!EREN ! who has his dick in your mouth and it isn't even 7.

"fuuuck" he groans, watching your lazy eyes lap at his tip which is drizzling pre out, his cock standing on its own as veins pulsate and strain.

your mouth is so wet and warm, mumble about how you wanted him to have a good day at work and just started sucking.

DILF!EREN ! who eats you out mid-day because he's always horny and wants to see you moan and cry for him

DILF!EREN ! just walks up to you, wraps his arms around you and kisses up your neck, and just spews complements daily

"you're so fucking gorgeous" "I don't even know how I got you"

DILF!EREN ! who, after very hard consideration. (he never not thought about it, he was just waiting for you to bring it up) decided that it was time for you two to bring another baby into this world

"wasnt I already doing that?" he says matter-of-factly, grinning into your shoulder as you both lay in bed together

"eren!"

DILF!EREN ! who cries when your baby girl is born, and praises you daily for giving him his son and daughter, he loves you all so dearly and is truly grateful for everything.

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[chrollohearttags]

mean eren is 1000x nastier in bed so you do everything you can to piss him off and get him riled up.

it doesn’t take much honestly, especially when you give him attitude all day so he takes sheer pleasure in watching you struggle to get your nut. He doesn’t help nor does he plan to..

“C’mon, princess..what are you waiting for? You won’t come any sooner just sitting there.”

tossing out taunts as he sits in his chair, folded first propping up his chin as he laughs at the sight before him. Your nude body seated on the floor underneath him like a helpless pet, yearning for that sweet release. Huffing lightly and whimpering loudly, all a result of your desperation. Desperation to reach an orgasm but alas, it seemed nearly impossible right now. Pouncing up and down on your fingers in reverse cowgirl..an interesting position to say the least. Cream was coating your digits, the grip tightening and your ass puckering. The view was insane, at least for Eren, that was. Your arch faltering with each move you made…sure, it would’ve been far more effective if he’d lay on the floor and let you ride him as he had done many times before but unfortunately, he wasn’t feeling so generous. Not even enough to remove his erect cock from the concealment of his sweatpants. Just smug looks and sarcastic comments..

“What’s the matter, baby? Not stretching you out enough, huh? Can’t hit that spot the way daddy can, can you?”

earning him a soft cry and more begging. But in return, all you earthed was your head tugged back by that freshly done hair of yours..forty inches, ideal for pulling. Which just so happened to be his favorite thing. “N-need that dick already…”Because when you refused to grant him the pleasure of seeing you writhe so pathetically, he’d force you. Also, so he could fill your pretty mouth with more spit!..the sound of his saliva being spat down onto your tongue causing a twitch in his pants and a thump in your own loins. He turned you on so much..

“Yeah, I know. You better work for it then. I’m not moving until I see you squirt on those fingers. So hurry up..”

but you were going to have to do some big time groveling and grinding if you wanted a piece of him tonight.

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[ohimsummer]

— 18+ so minors dni, eren x reader, teasing, suggestive, just pissing him off because it’s fun lolz

The veins in Eren’s arm strain against his skin; his lips hover over the glass of alcohol, brows furrowed as he tries to hide the scowl on his face. He sets the glass down just a little too hard, teetering the liquid inside and causing some to spill over onto his fingers.

“Oh! Here ya go.”, Armin says and hands him a napkin before turning his attention back to Connie, who’s having a ball aggravating Jean at the other end of the table.

A smirk plays across your lips. You swirl the liquor in your own tall glass, take a sip, and set it down gently next to your plate. Your opposite hand, the source of Eren’s frustration, toys around underneath the table. It rubs at him through his slacks, massaging the hardened bulge and playing with his clothed tip that weeps precum straight through the fabric. You glance at his tightly clenched fist on the table, just knowing it’s going to be restricting your airflow later that night. Eren was gonna punish you, and punish you hard, you were certain of it.

Your hand gives a firm squeeze, and Eren squirms in his seat. You recall the threatening glare he’d given you hours ago, the one and only warning you’d receive to cut it the fuck out, and how you had disregarded it without a second thought. You’ll come to regret your actions later, Eren would make sure of that. But you’re having so much fun with him right now. Besides, he suffered this long, and the night was beginning to come to a close. What’s one more hour?

You spend the remnants of time left with your friends giggling and laughing, drinking away the rest of the alcohol in your glass, and continually pushing Eren’s buttons as you ask why he’s so silent, why he’s not eating, why he seems so tense and on edge. He growls curt responses at you, avoiding eye contact and occasionally shifting in his chair when you squeeze the bulge in his pants again.

When it comes time to go, Eren is tranquil, quiet. You know you’re in trouble, but you’re too tipsy to realize just how much trouble you’re really in. He slams your door as you pull your legs inside the car. The sound of his keys jingling as he puts them in the ignition rings in your ears, and you lean back in the leather seats, closing your eyes with a blissful smile on your face.

“You have fun tonight, babe?”, you ask. No response. “We should all do something like this again sometime soon, it was super fu-“

“Look.” Eren’s gravelly voice interrupts you.”Save your voice, babe. You’re gonna need it.”

part 2

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[sirens-fanfiction]

Eren Jeager x Reader(Y/N) How You Meet

Eren: You yawn slightly covering your mouth lazily with a hand as you entered the grocery store. Checking the time, you grabbed a shopping cart and quickened your pace going to the bread isle wanting to finish shopping quickly. You had already had a long day and were quite tired as it was getting late. You checked bread off your list going to the next isle. As you reached the isle picking up a jar of sauce for tomorrow's pasta dish dinner, you noticed a fit brunette stocking the shelf.

"Excuse me sir." You said trying to get around him to reach the packages of fettuccine and angle hair noddles. As you pulled your arm away with the boxes of noodles in your hand the man suddenly moved trying to get out of your way.

"Oh sorry!" He said bending down at the same time as you to pick up the box of noodles he accidentally knocking it out of your hand. Your hands brushed as you both reached for the box. You looked up at him blushing noticing his eyes. He had vivid moss, green eyes that stood out against his golden skin. You quickly pulled away and stood up.

"Sorry about that again." He said doing the same. You nodded and walking over to your cart looking back one more time at the man before walking away to finish your shopping.

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[http-tokki]

she’s mine, you stay away from her. it’s not her time- A Match Into Water- Pierce the Veil

look me in the eyes and tell me this song, specifically that line, does NOT scream Eren. like imagine Marleyan soldiers get their hands on honey and they’re using her as bait for Eren and he falls for it and he’s like nah fuck that i’m getting her back, she’s mine it’s not time for her to die yet

#look i know it’s not uber feminist but i love the idea of a damsel in distress and the hero doing everything in their power to save her #eren jeager imagine #eren jeager headcanons #eren jeager angst #eren jeager x y/n #eren jeager x reader

[kxkyuu]

Corrupt priest Eren "Come sit on my face and let me drink away your sins" Jaeger is back on my brain.

#naughty.thoughts♪ #kirei.thirsts♪ #eren jaeger #eren jeager imagine #tw corruption #tw sacrilege

[anime-world210]

Mis amantes el es el héroe que se fingió ser villano para así poder salvar a quienes amaba el es..🕊️🧣💙

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[zamtheartist]

Random Aot Headcanon

Suddenly I'm thinking about Eren as a silver fox, sorta like the cat thing but him as a fox.

He'd be a clever boy and outsmart you everytime;)

But most of all playful and loving

Maybe Armin as a lil fennec fox? 🥺

I will frickin draw this!

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[fqiryspit]

FOOTBALL PLAYER EREN HEADCANONS

eren x fem!reader

cw: eren is head over heels for you, crazy fangirls, death threats, eren fucking you, you sucking him, etc etc

you've been in a relationship with eren before his hair was that long and when he stumbled nervously over everything.

he still looks back and cringes, wondering why you wanted to date him

you two have been lifelong friends and once you started your relationship things really were perfect.

eren's football career really took off in college, and he got a lot more attention from the girls on campus rather than old men.

soon he and his team were absolutely famous and you were so excited for him -and incredibly grateful your relationship was swiped under the rug during that time. he had millions of fan girls posting fics and edits of him daily, it was insane.

you asked him to not speak on your relationship -because he got those questions a lot so he just responds with a simple "I'm happy" when they get asked

he wants to -so badly- show you off. to laugh at all his annoying fan girls and bring you out, but, he respects your decision.

after his games, he is absolutely wrecked. he flops down onto the bed and you climb on top of him and start massaging his scalp and he just moans into the sheets

"did you have fun?"

"how was I supposed to have fun when you weren't there?" he says, needy as ever

"errreeen I'm not gonna be able to go that far for every game" you huff

.

and this man loves to spoil you. designer bags out of the blue, wait, did you just eye that coat? no worries, he's just gonna purchase that really quickly.

eren truly truly loves you, he knows he is gonna marry you, it's just a fact.

he melts when he is with you, always needing to hold you in some way and just have you near.

he fanaticizes about your wedding and babies with you late at night or when he's balls deep in you

"fuck, can't wait to fill you up with my babies, gonna make you a mommy"

and by the way, after a game. a win or a loss, he's fucking you.

if he won, he's letting his victory in your pussy, ramming into you over and over while your legs bend in abnormal positions every two seconds while he babbles about how he couldn't get his mind off you the whole time

if he lost...oh man. he's taking all that anger out on you. it goes on for hours until he is finally drained and calm while you lay there full of his cum.

before a conference, you give him a "good luck suck" because he hates going to them, and this makes him feel a lot better <3

.

his fans are crazy, and once they caught wind of your relationship, all hell broke loose.

a photo came to light of eren simply hugging you. you know how careful he is with that stuff so you hid it from him, knowing he rarely goes on social media it should be a breeze, right?

you had your knees up to your chest and a twisted brow on, reading through the death threats and horrible comments made about your appearance.

you're an idiot for not privating your account in time, they found you and are coming in full swing.

you felt your stomach sink, you shouldn't let them get to you, but they're pointing out insecurities you've been trying to bury

"you okay?"

you look up to see eren, in the doorway with a concerned look all over his face. you turn off your phone and put a smile on

"yeah, just stupid stuff" you chuckle uncomfortably. he walks over and climbs onto the bed

"what happened?" "nothing, eren"

he looked at you for a couple more seconds, giving you the option to tell him what was going on. then his eyes slowly traveled to your phone you tossed across the bed. you reached for it franticly but he got it in time and as you yelled out his name he unlocked it with his face

everything on his face just dropped in an instant, he read through message after message about people wishing you dead, saying not-so-nice things about your looks, and more.

he asked when this started while he kept staring into the phone, then asked why you didn't tell him.

"I knew it would worry you, so I just-" "you need to tell me these things" he reached over to grab his phone as he started typing, you looked over to see him making a twitter post and you freaked

"don't say anything about it!" you plead, but it was too late, he made a simple post yelling at his 'fans' and then turned his phone off and held you

"please don't worry about those stupid messages"

.

in all, footballplayer!eren is the man of your dreams, and he hopes you haven't found the ring box in his sock drawer yet. <3

an: love him sm <3

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[emepe]

— Pairing: Eren x Reader, friends to lovers

— General info: series, 18+, modern AU, serial killer AU, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

— Summary: Fate is a tricky thing. Certain situations can’t be avoided as much as certain people’s lives can’t be kept from intertwining. With a serial killer on the loose, and unexpected relationships blooming, how will the universe intervene?

— Chapter summary: Three moments when Eren Jaeger won you over without realizing.

— Content warnings: minor injury.

— Notes: Welcome back! This chapter is in my top five of the series. I seriously enjoy writing such simple and cute moments for characters <3 Happy reading!

Links: Read on AO3 | Chapter guide | Masterlist

slow and sweet

Fate is a tricky thing. 

Certain situations can’t be avoided as much as certain people’s lives can’t be kept from intertwining. People need people. People change people. 

A simple dinner party can lead to unexpected relations. Even if another simple mortal claims to call the shots, who’s to say it’s not the universe’s will behind it all?

Week One

It’s Saturday evening. The setting sun elongates your shadow cast on the pavement as you keep a steady pace toward the nearest bus stop. The canvas tote bag bears a considerable weight on your right shoulder, the contents bumping and pressing against your ribs with every other motion. 

There’s a block left to go before you arrive at the bus stop, made up by the local park. There are pathways loosely lined with trees. Scattered sounds of conversation and laughter fill the air, as well as the faint screech of a seesaw from the playground located at the center of it all. Your gaze is set forward, vision set on the bench you can spot across the street. However, a warm laugh pulls you from your goal. Your gaze darts around the area until you spot him.

At the center of the park, you recognize a figure from behind pushing a little girl on a swing. Before you can shake off your curiosity, your feet are already pulling you to him.

Eren flinches when he feels the tap on his shoulder, startling you in the process, as well. 

“God,” he huffs, then immediately recoils in embarrassment. He turns his head to the side to keep you from noticing the red tint on his cheeks.

“I didn’t know I was so scary,” you say, face neutral.

He quirks an eyebrow.

“Not scary, just wicked quiet. Remind me to get a bell for your neck.”

You hold a hand up in rejection.

“I’ve got one at home.”

He laughs. Your eyes shimmer in amusement. 

He’s wearing a black t-shirt and light-wash jeans. A small plastic bucket with toys in different colors and shapes hangs from his wrist.

You lean sideways to sneak a peek at the little girl who’s also curiously trying to get a look at you, but Eren’s so tall and broad she can’t manage to look around him before he steps aside. She can’t be older than three. Her blonde hair is put up into two pigtails, held by big pink hair bobbles, and her large brown eyes stare at you in wonder. 

“Hi.” 

Eren watches you wave at the little girl and smile. He can’t help but notice your voice is even softer when speaking to her. The flutter in his heart is evident, but he vowed earlier this week he would do his best to ignore this type of stuff when it happened.

“Josie, say hi.”

The little girl, Josie, offers you a small ‘hi’ in return before tugging on Eren’s jeans, signaling that she wants to be let down from the swing and go to the sandbox. He crouches down to her level.

“You want to play in the sandbox? Okay, little lady, let’s go.”

He looks up at you.

“You should stand back for this.”

Confused, though greatly entertained by the sight of Eren playing with a child, you follow his order.

He makes a loud swoosh sound, making a whole show of lifting Josie from the swing and spinning her around a couple of times, before zooming her to the sandbox a few steps away and setting her down on her feet while she strikes a landing pose. Josie happily giggles as she comfortably settles into the sand and Eren hands her the red plastic bucket of toys.

When he notices you’re staring at him, he nervously runs a hand through his hair.

“What?”

A light shake of your head is all you respond with, but he picks up on the way you’re holding back a smile. The two of you stand next to the sandbox, keeping a close eye on Josie.

“So you have a kid I didn’t know about?” you tease in your usual nonchalant manner.

“No!” he half-yells in a panic. 

Red swirls his cheeks as he holds his hands up in defense. He clears his throat, embarrassed by his own reflexes, and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Are you sure? Because she looks an awful lot like you and you’re being very suspicious.”

The mortification on his face almost gets you to crack. Your eyes narrow in feigned suspicion.

He finally catches on and laughs.

“She’s my neighbor’s daughter,” he explains. “She's at work so I’m babysitting.”

You nod, your mouth taking on an ‘ah’ shape. 

“We’re just friends,” he adds, eyeing you furtively.

You hum in response.

“Congratulations.”

The heat blanketing Eren’s face is overwhelming.

It’s barely been a week since you turned him down. Of course, there’s no reason for you to be concerned about his relationship with other women. He didn’t plan on avoiding you — far from it — but there hasn’t been enough time for him to find a balance that allows him to get closer to you without breaking your boundaries and stirring his feelings.

Idiot, he thinks to himself.

“I should get going,” you say after a moment of silence, readjusting the straps on your shoulder.

Eren straightens his back, ready to offer to walk you to the stop to stretch out this chance encounter. 

Josie stands and toddles in your direction, her hand holding out a purple plastic mold. 

“Play,” she demands before going back to her bucket to retrieve a second mold for Eren.

“Oh,” you murmur, hesitating as you steal a glance at your watch. 

Eren holds his breath, not wanting to see you go so soon. He watches you quizzically stare down at the toy in your hands before crouching down to assist in Josie’s castle construction. 

Nice one, Josie, Eren thinks. He shoots an approving grin to his unknowing accomplice.

He crouches down next to you, stacking sand into his blue mold.

“So, what brings you around my side of town?” he asks as he packs sand into his tower-shaped mold.

“Oh, you know, I love a good playdate.” 

You shrug. He laughs through his nose. Your lips curve upwards at the sound. 

“The grocery store near my house is closed for renovations so I took the bus here,” you explain. “It’s not far, I’m in the next town over.”

He nods.

Lucky, he thinks, smiling to himself. 

Eren Jaeger is a bit of a romantic. Coincidences like this one have the power to feed any delusions further. He can’t help but see signs in mundane situations, and luck is clearly biased toward him if it’s placing you in his path. Even if you’re meant to be just friends, he’s grateful for the opportunity to be with you in an unexpected setting.

“You get to watch Josie a lot?” you ask, barely peeling your focus from slowly revealing the small castle from under your assigned mold. Your brows are furrowed in concentration.

Eren’s face lights up in amusement at your seriousness over the task. 

“Sometimes.” He shrugs. “Her usual babysitter cancels every now and then. I’m at home a lot, so it works out.”

You smile at him. His face warms, but he reciprocates.

“Plus, Josie and I are best buds. Right, Josie?” 

He shoots her an enthusiastic grin, one that she does not return. 

Josie quietly side-eyes him before returning to her more interesting task of decorating every little sand construction with a few stray leaves. 

You stifle a laugh. 

“She's just shy,” he explains.

“Of course.”

The three of you continue working in comfortable silence. 

By the time the orange hues of the sky start to make way for the cool blues of night, Eren is helping Josie place a final decorative leaf as a flag on one of the towers.

“What do you think, Josie?” you ask, tilting your head and smiling warmly at the little girl.

Josie beams up at you, her eyes twinkling with delight.

“Pretty!”

Your smile grows and you offer her a high-five for a job well done.

“I think so, too.” You turn to Eren. “What do you think, Eren?”

He hesitates, his eyes wandering the details of your face. He's found you attractive from the start. But now, your eyes sparkle with glee. Your smile is brighter and overall, there's a lightness surrounding you that he hadn't seen until now. It's different from the night at Armin's after a few drinks. It's different from when you smile after teasing him. You look carefree and young. You're practically glowing.

“The prettiest.” 

If you notice the blush on his cheeks, you don't say anything. But he doubts you did since all you do is offer him the same high-five you did to Josie before standing and brushing your knees off.

Just as you're about to bid goodbye, a voice cuts you off from a few feet away.

“Eren!” 

You look around him to find a petite blonde in scrubs making her way to where you both stand.

“Mama!” Josie squeals and meets her halfway, grabbing onto her mother's leg when she does.

“I got your text earlier. I didn't think you'd still be here,” Josie’s mom says once she's close enough.

“Yeah, we kind of lost track of time,” Eren sheepishly explains.

Her gaze wanders over to you, causing Eren to step back and allow you a better view. She's got the same blonde hair and round eyes as Josie, except hers are blue. She seems younger, though you figure that's due to her small figure.

Eren introduces you.

“She's my friend,” he adds softly.

“Hi,” she merrily greets you, offering her hand to shake. “I'm Christa. I'm Eren's neighbor.” 

You politely nod and respond with a low ‘nice to meet you’.

Eren watches you closely. The glow you previously radiated has vanished. You've stepped back into your quiet self — the way you were when he bumped into you at Kuchel that very first day. 

Before he can say anything, Christa's voice breaks through his thoughts.

“Thanks for looking after Josie again. I hope she didn't give you much trouble.”

Eren waves her off. 

“Not at all. We're best buds, aren't we?” He looks down at Josie expectantly, holding up his right hand.

“Yeah!” The little girl cheers and stretches on her toes to meet his high-five. 

While Christa looks down affectionately at her daughter, Eren tosses you a playfully arrogant look.

“Told ya.”

The corners of your lips tug into a smile.

“We should get going, I gotta give this one a good bath,” Christa says, squeezing her daughter's hand.

Eren scrambles to collect Josie’s toys into the red plastic bucket and hands them to her.

“Thanks again, Eren. You're always saving me. I'll make you dinner sometime, promise,” she says.

Eren dismisses her with a wave of his hand.

“Nah. I'm happy to do it.”

Christa and Josie bid their goodbyes and walk away, leaving you and Eren alone.

Before you can tell him to head home with them — that you're leaving, too — he smiles at you.

“I'll walk you to the stop,” he offers, pointing a finger in its direction.

“You don't have to.”

He shakes his head.

“I want to. Besides, it's getting dark.” 

He kills your chance to protest by smoothly taking the bag from your shoulder and walking ahead, leaving you no choice but to follow.

“You could at least let me carry my own bag,” you mutter beside him, yet make no move to take it back.

“It's fine,” he assures you.

It's a short walk to the bus stop. You're surprised when he doesn't leave after reaching the bench and instead plops down to wait with you. It's like he can't bear to leave you alone and you can't help but feel a bit guilty that you're troubling him. The weather is getting cooler by the day and he's not even wearing a jacket. 

“You can head home, it's getting cold. I can wait alone.” 

He shakes his head again.

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn't see you off? I'm fine, really.”

You stare at him quizzically but say nothing.

The minutes tick away to the beat of passing cars and snippets of strangers’ conversations as they walk by.

“What's your favorite season?” Eren asks. 

You look up at Eren, confused.

“Huh?” 

“I like fall because of all the colors. And it's really cozy, you know? But I hate the weather getting cold. So summer is better, in that sense.”

You nod along and hum in thought. 

“I like summer, too.”

“Yeah?” he smiles at you.

“I don't do well with cold weather, either,” you admit. “I hate it.”

“Hm. Interesting, very interesting.” He rubs at his chin, brow furrowed, and head tilted in thought. “What about cold things? Ice cream, shaved ice, iced coffee, beer?”

You perk up in amusement. Your legs swing back and forth as you contemplate his question. He watches you with a smile.

“Yes, to the ice cream and shaved ice. No, to the iced coffee and beer.”

“So no cracking a cold one if it's a billion degrees outside?” 

You shrug.

“I don't like bitter things.”

Eren's heart skips a beat. 

“What about you?” 

“Same answer.” 

You nod, oblivious to the effect this small similarity bears on the man beside you.

A bus approaches, the orange lights from the LED screen marking the route for your way home.

“That's me,” you say, standing. 

Eren mirrors your actions and hands you your bag. Your fingers brush together in the process, causing his cheeks to warm. 

“Thanks for keeping me company.” 

You smile at him. 

Eren nods, his lips curling inwards as he rocks his weight on his feet.

“See you around.”

“Bye, Eren.”

Week 3

The contents of your trusty tote jostle around as you lightly jog up the steps of the familiar apartment building.

You're buzzed in within seconds without any need to announce your arrival through the intercom. 

Armin has called in sick two days in a row. The cooling temperatures caught up to him through a cold. Although his text read it wasn't anything serious, you worried he'd feel a bit lonely and offered to bring some medicine as an excuse. You're mildly afraid of intruding, but he's your closest friend and you can't help but be overruled by your worry.

The door to Armin's apartment is cracked open from what you can see as you round the corner. What you don't expect is the person leaning against the wall waiting for you not to be Armin himself.

He looks up from his phone when he hears your steps coming closer. 

“Hey.” A boyish smile takes over his lips, green eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

“Eren.”

He takes the bag from your shoulder and steps aside so you can walk in. You shrug your coat off, hanging it on the rack by the door. 

“What are you doing here?” 

He shrugs.

“Same as you.”

It's only now that you spare a moment to take in his appearance. 

“Nice apron,” you point out.

He blushes, crossing his arms to cover the ‘This guy rubs his own meat’ plastered in big bold letters across the chest.

“It's Armin’s,” he groans.

An airy laugh pushes past your lips. Your hand comes up to cover your mouth. It only makes Eren blush harder.

“Come on, he’s in the kitchen.”

The deeper you walk into the apartment, the stronger the smell of a hearty soup permeates the air. 

As you step into the kitchen, you find Armin sitting at the bar with a blanket draped over his head and cascading down his back like a cape. When he turns to look at you, you register his glassy eyes and the reddened tip of his nose. He sniffles but smiles.

“Oh, Armin.” You walk up to him and pat his back. “How are you feeling?”

“Super great, I feel like I'm dying.” 

Your lips curve in amusement.

“Don't worry, buddy. You always pull through.” Eren shoots him a sympathetic smile as he pulls out a cutting board and knife to dice some carrots. 

“I brought you some medicine…” you say as you travel over to where Eren placed your bag on the counter. “A sports drink, a box of tissues, and some oranges.” You list everything off as you take every item from your bag and place it on the counter.

Eren puts his carrots on hold to grab the bag of oranges to wash. 

Armin smiles at you gratefully. 

“Thank you. I really appreciate all this.”

Eren clears his throat loudly, handing him a freshly washed orange before placing the rest into a bowl.

“Thank you, too, Eren.” Armin accepts the orange, digging a nail in to start peeling it. “You guys are so nice, I'm lucky to ha–” 

His statement is cut short by a shiver-inducing sneeze. 

Eren watches him with his eyebrows upturned in concern.

“Go lie down, buddy. I'll bring you your soup when it's ready.” 

“I'm fine,” Armin sniffles, reaching for the box of tissues you brought him.

“No offense, but I can't cook if you're gonna be sneezing all over the place.” Eren flails his hand around. “Go. Now.” 

Begrudgingly, Armin trudges to his room, taking the box of tissues and his half-peeled orange with him.

Eren goes back to his carrots as soon as he hears Armin's bedroom door close.

“Can I help you with anything?” you ask, watching his agile hands steadily cut the last of the carrots and sliding them off the board and into the boiling pot.

A shrill whistle pierces through the room. Eren turns off one of the burners warming a tea kettle.

“Yeah, actually, can you get a mug for me? They're over there.” He points to one of the cupboards before turning back to grab a box of tea bags from a different one.

You retrieve a mug and help him pour the hot water into it, watching as a light brown color swirls from the tea bag and a chamomile scent infiltrates your nostrils.

“Honey,” you murmur watching Eren carefully transport a spoonful of it from the jar to the mug.

“Yeah,” he murmurs back, smiling. 

His gaze flits to your face, watching you observe his hands stir the spoon inside the mug. There's a hint of fascination in your eyes as you watch the golden puddle from the spoon dissolve.

“I'm gonna take this to his room.” 

You watch him leave.

When he gets back just seconds later, you're next to the stove, stirring the wooden spoon around the soup pot. 

“It'll still be a few minutes,” he says. “Sit down.”

He gestures to one of the chairs at the bar. You sit.

“Want an orange?” He nods toward the bowl holding the oranges you brought.

You hesitate. He smiles.

“Armin won't mind.”

You take one. So does he. 

“How've you been?” he asks, swiftly peeling half of his orange in one go.

“I've been okay. Lunch is a bit boring without Armin, though.” You struggle to find a good spot to start peeling your orange. You dig your nail in and start to pull, only for the peel to thin out and cut off unsatisfactorily. 

He hums in thought as he chews on the first piece of his orange.

“Have you been going to the coffee shop?”

You nod and try at your peel again. The same result.

“It's not the same. I'm kind of used to having company now.”

Eren’s fingers brush over your own as he takes the orange from your hands and peels it in smooth motions. He places the peeled orange back in your hands and continues eating his without missing a beat.

“You should call me next time. I'll keep you company.”

There's a strange flutter in your stomach as your gaze shifts from the peeled orange to the man in front of you, who keeps his gaze low as he finishes his snack.

“I thought you were like a kid, but you're really dependable,” you murmur.

He scrunches his eyebrows together, not fully understanding what you mean.

“Like a kid?” He smirks.

You shake your head, feeling silly all of a sudden. 

“Armin asked me what I thought about you. I told him you were like a kid. But you're very different now.” You speak cautiously, afraid you might say the wrong thing without meaning to. 

His eyes wander over the countertop as he mulls over your words.

“Is it the good kind?”

Your bottom lip is caught snugly between your teeth. Warmth pools in your stomach when you catch his fleeting attention to the movement. 

“I think so.” Your voice barely wraps around the words. 

A pink tint spreads across Eren's cheeks. He looks away, overcome by shyness. 

“The soup's probably ready.” He stands, trying his best to hide his face from your view. 

You're too preoccupied with the flutter in your stomach. With the uneaten orange in your hands, you abruptly stand. The chair scrapes against the floor, grabbing Eren’s attention.

“I should go. I have a ton of stuff to do at home.”

He sets down the bowl of soup in his hands.

“Are you sure? You should eat before you go. I can make us something else, just give me a minute.” 

He starts looking around the kitchen for ingredients. You stop him.

“It's fine, really.” 

Embarrassment aside, Eren isn't ready to see you go — not that he ever is. His gaze travels from your face, down to your hands. 

“You haven't eaten your orange,” he notes.

You look down to where he’s focusing and your eyebrows rise in surprise, like you hadn't noticed. 

“I'll just eat this on my way home. Tell Armin bye for me.”

Eren can barely hide his disappointment. 

“I'll see you around, then. Be careful.”

“Bye, Eren.”

On the way home, your mind is littered with flashes of Eren's hands peeling your orange. 

It's strange the things that can change the light one views other people in. True to your word, Eren is a clumsy kid trapped in an adult body. But today was different. He was strong and capable, which definitely triggered something inside of you.

Week 5

“Is there a limit to how much we can take home?” Connie asks.

Jean stares him down with a hand on his hip.

He's gone all out for the trip. He's decked out in denim jeans and a jacket, a plaid flannel shirt, and a wide-brim straw hat to top it all off.

“Just how many apples are you planning to bring home to ask that?”

It's the first time you're getting together with everyone since the night you met at Armin's apartment.

If one were to scroll through the messages exchanged in the group chat, they'd find several discarded plans — sometimes someone didn't have time to meet, the weather was wrong, or the mood wasn't right — that ultimately ended in Armin's suggestion to go apple-picking together. 

The stars aligned in everyone's favor. It's the perfect weekend, the perfect weather, and everyone is up for it. 

You're all gathered in the parking lot of Armin's apartment complex, helping him carry some basic supplies for the road to Jean's and Eren's cars — water, snacks, a first-aid kit, and other miscellaneous things. All seven of you could fit perfectly in Jean's SUV, but you figured it best to split into two groups considering you'll be coming back with a hefty supply of apples.

“You pay for a bag and you take home whatever fits,” Eren explains as he sets a pack of bottled water into the trunk of his car. 

“Take off that stupid hat, Jean.”

Eren proceeds to smack Jean on the back of his head, flinging his hat away in the process.

“Hey, mock me all you want but this is fashion.” Jean dusts off his hat and fixes it on his head again, pulling at the drawstring to keep it more secure this time. “You just don't get it.”

“It's stupid,” Eren reiterates. 

You place a neatly folded picnic blanket on top of the pack of water. You can hear both men get into a tussle behind you as you shut the trunk door.

“I think you look nice, Jean.” 

Your words put a halt to their roughhousing.

Jean shoots Eren a cocky look, to which he just rolls his eyes. 

“You’re not serious,” Eren huffs. 

“I am.” You turn to Jean. “You look very spiffy.”

A secretive spark lights up your eyes when you look back at Eren as Jean proudly looks down at his outfit. 

Eren’s lips curl inwards as he suppresses a grin and nods in understanding.

“I apologize, Jean. You've got a good look going here.” He pats him roughly on the back before rounding the car to settle in the driver's seat. 

Armin claps his hands to get everyone's attention. 

“Alright everybody, let's go!”

Everyone starts climbing into separate cars. Jean, Connie, and Sasha in one; the rest in the other. 

“You should ride in the front with Eren.” Armin comes up behind you and gestures toward the copilot door.

You nod and climb in.

The ride is peaceful. The fresh air combs through your hair as the music flows in and out, keeping any silence at bay. 

Armin excitedly talks about how perfect the time is to go apple-picking and that he's been looking forward to it for the past week. 

“It's been years. Last time we went apple-picking we were like, what, eight? We had to pick from dwarf trees.”

Mikasa hums in confirmation. 

“Have you ever been apple-picking before?” she asks you in between popping chips into her mouth.

“Never,” you tell her. “I've always wanted to go, though. It looks fun.”

You nurse the tin of salted peanuts in your hands. You've been looking forward to this small trip since Armin suggested it. In your life, there haven't been many chances to do fun things like this. Money was tight and, even if it wasn't, your family life didn't leave much room to ask for things that seemed like a waste of time.

You pop a cashew into your mouth and chew on it slowly as the car stops at a red light. There's a burning sensation on the left side of your face. When you look up, you're met with Eren's gaze. 

You okay? he mouths.

Nervously, you glance at the backseat. Armin and Mikasa are distracted by their own secret conversation.

Looking back at Eren, you nod. A warm glow blooms in your chest when his lips curve into a small smile. Before you can reciprocate, the moment is cut short by a green light. 

You're not sure when things came to be so comfortable around Eren. Minus the unexpected fluster you faced the day you went to visit Armin, things seem to flow easier now. It's nice, albeit that funny feeling inside you can't seem to dissipate.

Eating peanuts keeps you distracted. It's only when you're halfway through the small tin, you realize Eren is the only one who hasn't been snacking during the drive. As copilot, you should have been sooner aware of your responsibility to keep him fed as his hands were on the wheel. 

Dubiously, you look down at the remaining peanuts and pick one, glancing at Eren for an opening. He's laser-focused on the road, eyes darting briefly to either side when a lane switch is to be made, or to check his course on the map on his phone. His large hands are steady and swift on the wheel — he makes driving look so easy. 

“Eren,” you call him softly. 

It’s so low, it could've been easy to miss with the sound of the wind and the music combined. But his ears are finely tuned to pick out your voice, especially if it holds his name. 

“Hm?” His eyebrows rise in question as his gaze flashes once to your face, to the road, and once to the peanut in your hand. 

Realization blankets his face in rosy tones, and he leans over, peeling his eyes off the road for just a second long enough to accept your offering. His lips brush along the tips of your fingers, causing both of you to pull back. 

“Thanks,” he murmurs shyly.

You nod even though he can't see, though he catches a flicker of the movement from his peripheral vision.

Neither of you is aware of the elbow nudges exchanged in the back seat as two pairs of amused eyes take in the scene.

The rest of the drive goes by in silence. You offer to feed Eren some more but he meekly declines. 

Sunrise Orchards comes into view sooner than you expected. The grounds are enclosed by a tall ornate gate, the steel curving into the shapes of different fruits — apples included — leaves, and birds.

The car comes to a stop in an open spot of the dirt parking space. You all step out of the car and wait. Jean's car zooms into the next space seconds later, and you all head together to the entrance to purchase your bags. 

From where you stand, the path is lined with a few small buildings — a store, restrooms, sheds, and a cafeteria. Moving forward, rows of fruit trees stretch as far as the eye can see. Colorful ladders are scattered amongst the trees. Birds are chirping and there's a faint trace of laughter coming from somewhere you can't pinpoint. There's a bit of wind, but it's bearable. The sun peeks through the clouds every now and then to cast warmth on your skin. 

You adjust the cap on your head, pulling on the strap so it fits comfortably. Eren's wearing one, too — black, to match his t-shirt. It suits him.

After you each have your bag — Connie and Sasha each bought a bushel bag —, the apple-picking begins. Your group is guided to a section full of apple trees by a man well into his sixties. A few branches hang low due to the weight of the fruit. A couple have plopped down to the ground, bruised by the fall, but still good enough to grab if you're not picky.

The guide explains the best varieties this season. There's Cortland and Red, Gala and Granny Smith. He gives a brief demonstration on how to pick the apples without too much hassle — to lift and twist them instead of pulling them down. 

“Aside from color, you can tell an apple is ripe if it's firm to the touch. Feel free to use the ladders, and I'll leave some scissors and gloves here for ya if you don't want to get your hands too dirty.” The old man hands a box with supplies to Armin. 

“And make sure you get a slice of pie from the cafeteria before you head out. My wife makes it herself.” The old man beams before turning on his heel and leaving you to explore the area.

A collective “thank you” rises from the group and you begin to wander in different directions, looking to find the tree with the shiniest, most vibrant fruit. Mikasa and Jean debate on what apple is best for homemade cider. You wander away from the group, not paying much attention to what seems more appetizing or coming up with things to cook up later. Even just walking amongst the trees is time well spent. The sun sifts through the scarce bare spots among the branches. The sweetness in the air soothes you, enveloping you in pure bliss.

You pass a picket sign with directions written in different colors, pointing to the sections where every apple variety is found.

You don't notice Eren trailing behind you. Not on purpose, it just turned out this way. So when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you whirl around with wide eyes and a hand to your heart. 

“I didn't know I was so scary,” he teases.

You deadpan him, but your lips eventually succumb to a smile.

“Headed for the Cortland apples?” he asks, swinging his bag back and forth as you walk alongside each other.

You shrug. 

“I don't really know what to pick yet,” you admit. “I'm just looking around.” 

“Well, what's your favorite apple?” 

“I don't know. I haven't tried them all, so I can't say for sure.”

“Well, which one is your favorite now?” he insists.

A few seconds go by as you think it over.

“Pink lady.”

He smiles at you.

“Yeah? Why?”

“The name's fancy.” You shrug. He laughs. You join him. “And they're pretty.”

He hums in response, a satisfied smile still lingering on his face.

“We probably should've gone to an orchard with pink ladies, then.” 

You smile. 

“It's fine. This place is nice.”

You reach the Cortland section. When you look back, the rest of the group is still in view, but far enough for Sasha’s excited exclamations to sound like whispers. 

Eren fixes a ladder against a tree, shaking it a bit to test its sturdiness. You hurry over to hold the ladder in place. He smiles at you gratefully before climbing up a couple of steps to reach for the apples he eyed from below.

“Do you like cider?” he asks as he twists an apple off a branch. 

“Yeah, why?” You squint up at him, a sudden surge of sunlight coming in through the leaves and blanketing his features. 

He adds three more apples to his bag and climbs down.

“Just wondering,” he grins, eyes sparkling, though you think that might be an effect of the sunlight. You rub your eyes to clear your vision.

Your stroll continues. 

“What do you plan on making with your apples?” he asks, turning around so he's walking backward as he waits for your answer.

“You're gonna trip and fall,” you point out. 

“I'll just say you pushed me.” He shrugs.

Your eyes narrow. He laughs. 

You shake your head and turn your attention to the trees, searching for any good picks. After all, that's why you're here. 

“I don't know,” you murmur. “I might bake a pie… or eat them with caramel.”

You stop in front of a tree. It's a couple of feet taller than the rest, but the juicy reds stand out among the leaves. 

You look around in search of a ladder and spot one in the next tree over. Eren helps you adjust it against the trunk. 

“I might bake a cake,” you continue. “Or toss them in cream and walnuts.” Eren hums along, encouraging you to keep listing your options. Your face suddenly lights up. “Oh! I found a recipe the other day for apple cinnamon crepes.” 

He mirrors the grin on your face as he holds down the wooden ladder and you climb up. The steps feel like they bend under your weight. 

“Yeah, I definitely have to make those.” The excitement is evident in your voice. Confidence marks every twist and toss of the apples you pick, upon your newfound objective. 

“Hm… so you’re big on cooking?” Eren voices beneath you. He wants to make something of his apples, too, but he knows he'll end up having most of them as they are, whole or cut up in slices — just to mix things up.

You smile down at him.

“Yeah, I am.”

Eren recites your answers under his breath. The last apple lands in your bag and you finally start to make your way down. You climbed up a couple more steps in the process of your apple-picking, so you've got somewhat of a long way down to go.

“Be careful,” Eren says, to which you nod. “Here, give me your bag.” He holds out a hand once you're low enough, so you can focus on getting down safely. The straps slide along his arm, resting at last in the crook of his elbow as he attentively supervises your descent.

Every now and then, your depth perception fails you. It'll convince you you're about to miss a step on the stairs or make one up out of thin air. You'll be tricked into believing you're about to step on a flat surface instead of one that rises, and vice-versa. But you can't blame your depth perception for what happens, for it's the second to last step that snaps and causes you to lose balance, and stumble down, twisting your ankle in the process.

Eren’s arm wraps around your waist, but his reflexes aren't quick enough to save you from all harm. The sting around your ankle is there, along with a small trickle of blood, likely the work of the splintered step.

A painful whine escapes your lips as you curl into Eren’s chest.

“It's okay, I got you, it's okay,” Eren comforts you, pressing you further into his chest. He doesn't realize you're hurt until you step back with a wince and look down at your feet.

He's crouched on the ground, back to you, in a split second.

“Come on. Armin brought a first-aid kit, it's in the car.” 

You hesitate, not wanting to trouble him. But when you try to take another step to prove you can walk, the pain shoots up your leg once more. 

Eren’s arms wrap firmly around your legs, while yours cling tightly to his shoulders. 

“I'm okay,” you insist. “I don't think I broke anything, I just twisted it.”

When Eren doesn't reply immediately, a dreadful sense of guilt settles at the pit of your stomach. A good time has been ruined and it's all your fault.

Like always.

“Still,” Eren murmurs. “I'm worried. You scared me back there.” There's a trace of anxiety lingering in his voice from when he caught your fall.

The flutter in your stomach makes its reappearance. Your gaze meets with his side profile, at least the most you can see from your angle. His face is serious, brows pulled together in either worry or determination, you're not sure. 

“I can hop on one foot the rest of the way if I'm too heavy.” 

He laughs through his nose. The corners of your lips tug into a smile, cheeks warm, and eyes fixed on the shift in his features.

“I don't mind carrying you.”

The warmth from his skin trespasses every layer of clothing. The scent he emanates is a mix of vanilla and sweat from his physical efforts this morning — it's comforting.

As you near the group, you find yourself sinking into him, your head leaning into his shoulder, cheek pressed against his ear, and arms squeezing around him just a little tighter.

“What happened?”

Armin is the first to notice your return, and he rushes to your side to inspect for any other injuries.

“Eren pushed me,” you say in as serious a tone as you can muster, shaking your head in feigned disappointment. 

Gasps erupt from everyone, to which Eren immediately protests.

“Wha– I didn't push her!” His eyebrows upturn in hurt from everyone's sudden betrayal. “Do you really believe I would do that?”

Nonsensical mumbles arise, paired with shrugs and a single ‘she's pretty credible’. 

Eren rolls his eyes.

“We should get you to a doctor,” Armin states. Everyone starts gathering their things on the spot.

“No, no. I'm fine, really. I'm pretty sure I just twisted it.”

“We're going to the car. You guys stay here. We'll let you know if we need to leave.” Eren's voice is strong and commanding. It's different from his usual self. 

He carries you the rest of the way to the parking lot, a chorus of encouraging words fading behind you the further you get. You're stopped near the entrance by the old man who served as your guide earlier, and Eren calmly explains what happened. You apologize for the broken ladder, to which the old man apologizes in an even more profuse manner for being at fault for your injury.

When you finally make it to the car, Eren opens the trunk door and sets you down carefully, before rummaging for the first-aid kit. He pulls out a small bottle of alcohol and a cotton pad to clean the cut on your leg.

You hiss at the contact. 

“Sorry.” 

The crease in Eren's forehead deepens as he focuses on leaving your skin clean. In stark contrast to the stinging sensation produced by the alcohol, his touch is gentle. He eyes you every few seconds, making sure you're okay. 

The butterflies in his stomach stir wildly when your eyes happen to meet with his, but it’s been getting easier to ignore the effect you have on them than before. He’s proud to say he’s come a long way and can keep himself in check. That’s not to say you hold any less power than the day you met. 

“I’m gonna check your ankle, okay?” he warns calmly, only acting on his word once you nod in approval.

He rotates your foot carefully, gauging your reaction to the movement. 

With great care, he begins pressing the pads of his fingers into your ankle, massaging the area while looking for any signs of swelling or protuberances that shouldn’t be there.

“I feel bad,” you murmur.

“Does it hurt?” Eren pulls back his hand.

You shake your head.

“No. I mean, yes, a little. But I wasn’t talking about that.” You sigh. “I just feel bad for causing trouble.” 

Eren can feel his heart sinking when you look up at him with sadness clouding your gaze.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “We were having a nice time and I ruined it.”

It takes a second for him to recover. Now that it’s just the two of you, the disappointment you held back just moments ago in front of everyone else surfaces on your face. 

He clears his throat and continues massaging your ankle. 

“Nothing to be sorry about. It could’ve happened to anybody.”

You chew on your bottom lip. You’re sure it’s true, but it doesn’t ease the guilt that it had to happen to you.

“Jean is allergic to bees. He could’ve easily been stung by one and we’d have to go,” Eren laughs.

His attempt at comforting you fails. You nod out of courtesy, but keep your head low.

The two of you are quiet for a moment. Eren wants to make you feel better. On the way to Sunrise Orchards, you said you’ve never been apple-picking. That’s got to play a major part in your defeated demeanor.

“We can come back next year,” he suggests. “And there's a ton of other fun stuff we can do together. You can pick next time. What would you like?” 

He sits straighter when you start humming in thought.

“Hm… I don’t know. There’s a lot I want to do but it’s pretty basic stuff. It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Tell me. What's something you've always wanted to do?”

A nervous shiver runs along your spine as you tightly clasp your hands together. Eren waits patiently, tilting his head and boyishly smiling at you as you build the courage to speak.

“I want to spend a day at the beach.”

“Beach day,” Eren echoes slowly. “You like to swim?”

You look away, embarrassed. 

“I don’t know how.”

“No worries, I can teach you.” His gaze travels to the sky, lips pressed tight as he comes up with what to ask you next. “What else? What’s your favorite thing to do in… the winter?”

You freeze. Images of your younger self locked out in the snow, crying, flash behind your eyes.

I’m sick of you here!  

“Um… I don’t really have anything in mind.”

“That’s okay,” he grins. “We can find something. Do you like hot chocolate?”

You nod.

“With peppermint or marshmallows?”

“Both.”

“Popcorn?”

You nod again.

“Movies?”

You nod a third time.

“Ugly sweaters? Tacky pajamas?”

“I don’t think so,” you laugh.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, too. “Do you like fireworks?”

With narrowed eyes, you reply “Maybe”.

“I’ll take that as a yes. We’ll get together one night and wreak havoc.”

You giggle.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the only sounds coming from far away on the other side of the steel gate. The pain in your ankle has long subsided, yet your leg remains resting on Eren’s lap, as his thumb gently brushes along your skin.

“Why do you ask me so many questions?” 

“What do you mean?” His face contorts in an attempt to look confused, but it’s clear he’s aware of his actions.

“I just feel like you’ve asked me a ton of questions today. The other night, too. It was a bit random.”

There’s a pause. The strokes on your ankle come to a stop as his hand simply rests there. You wait with bated breath and a thumping heart for him to respond.

“Because I want to know you.” 

It’s like you’ve been plagued with a serious case of butterflies. They can’t seem to stop stirring.

“I like hearing you talk, even if it's about random things. Don't get me wrong, I'm curious about the more serious stuff, too… if you ever want to talk to me.” 

Shame washes over you, leaving your head hung low so he can’t see the way your lips tremble at the thought of burdening him with said serious stuff. 

Eren’s all too worried about regaining control of his body temperature to notice. He slides his cap off and runs a shaky hand through his hair.

“I’m curious about everything.” His voice blooms warmth in your heart. “It's just… nice to learn about you.”

“Were you this nosy with all your other friends?” You’re trying to ease the situation, trying to poke fun in some way, but your voice comes out with cracks. 

He locks eyes with you.

“No.”

Eren is a nice guy — in the purest sense of the word. For someone so self-aware, it's only now that everything starts catching up to you. 

The warmth in your stomach, the ease of conversation laced with a sneaky hint of tension in more recent times, the admiration you feel when watching him behave so caring and dependable — it all washes over you like ice water, eliciting goosebumps on your skin and a shiver down your back.

It finally hits you.

“Oh,” you say.

“Yeah,” he whispers.

More silence paired with shy aversions of each other’s gaze. Then, Eren clears his throat and straightens his posture a little. 

“They're huge narcissists, so it doesn't take much to get them talking about themselves.” 

His eyes roll, and his nose scrunches in feigned disgust.

The tension fades as you lose yourself in laughter. His eyes crinkle, and his classic boyish grin stretches across his face as he watches your eyes light up. 

“Try to stand,” he says, setting your foot down from his lap and hoisting you up by the waist.

You try shifting your weight between your feet and moving your foot around to test for any lingering pain.

“Feel better?” 

You smile up at him.

“Yeah.”

“Sorry for worrying you guys.”

After going on a short test walk around the parking lot, you were interrupted by Mikasa coming over to check on you. Seeing you walk just fine, she ushered you and Eren back inside to have lunch with the rest of the group. You all shared a simple meal back at the spot where you lost your footing. The old man and his wife felt so bad that you got hurt that they gifted you a pie from their shop which, of course, you shared with everyone.

“Don’t even mention it. Thanks to you, we got free dessert.” Mikasa happily pats her stomach to show her appreciation.

The ride home feels much shorter than when you were first headed for the orchard. Upon Armin’s insistence, Eren drops him and Mikasa off first. As he put it, if one did the math, Eren could save some handsome road time by making you his last stop.

With each person that gets out of the car, the ride grows more and more silent. 

Eren knows he must focus on the road, but he can’t keep his mind from wandering. He gave himself away too soon by asking you out on your second time seeing each other — technically third — but he’s tried his best to keep it lowkey. You already know he likes you, and he knows you don’t see him that way, which is why he eased the tension with a joke back at the parking lot. He has to admit that talking to you has gotten easier, though. Instead of getting worked up over nothing and tripping over his words, he can ease up now. For a moment he hoped you were just a pretty face he needed to get used to, but no chance — you’re still as alluring as ever, and he’s still mesmerized just the same by every little thing you do, even more so. But he can’t hope you’ll feel the same way.

“Take the next right.”

Your voice has the power to anchor him at any given moment. 

You’ve changed, too, he’s noticed. You’re smiling more, laughing more. You’ve grown comfortable around him, too. Or perhaps he’s just gotten better at evoking those things from you. Whatever the case, it swells him with pride.

“Right there.”

You point to an apartment building at the center of the block. It’s a tall brick building with vines twisting and turning, wrapping around window sills and down the walls.

He parks the car right in front and gets down to help you gather your things from the trunk — your bag of apples and a piece of leftover pie. Your fingers brush over his as you take hold of your stuff, leaving a tingling sensation on his hands.

“I know you got hurt, but did you have a nice time?” he asks, shielding his hands from the cold by stuffing them in his pockets. 

You rock your weight on the balls of your feet, humming contemplatively. 

“I did,” you finally say. “Thanks for keeping me company.”

“Anytime,” he replies — and he means it. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Smiling, you nod.

“Bye, Eren.”

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˙˚ .:* why do i always spill?

a/n:  ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

— It’s the 3rd time this week alone that Eren finds himself perched on your bathroom sink, nose bleeding and bruises littering his arms. Your washroom has become his doctor’s office; it’s now part of your routine to patch him up after whatever fight he’s been in. If he hasn’t shown up at your house at least once asking you to treat his wounds, you know something’s wrong.

Eren can tell you’re pissed. Your usual badgering of what happened this time is replaced with dead silence. You can’t even look him in the eyes. You know that as soon as you meet his gaze, the dam will break down and you’ll go off on him. Call him fucking stupid and shout at him on why he can never stay out of trouble.

It doesn’t take long for you to fix him up and have him ready to go. He looks at you expectantly, awaiting your usual ‘All done!’ or ‘There ya go!’ but it never comes. His eyes gloss over your features while you stand there with your arms crossed over your chest, eyebrows furrowed, and still refusing to look at him. 

“What’s up?”, he asks.

That’s all it takes. Just that one idiot question he asks as if he doesn’t know.

“What’s up? What’s up?”. You feel besides yourself with anger. "Maybe I’m sick of seeing you injured and bleeding every week, Eren?? Coming over here asking me to patch up your wounds all the time? Can’t you stay out of trouble for one week?”

His eyes widen at your outburst. “Didn’t know you hated me coming over for this so much, I can do it myse-”

“That’s not the problem!”, you interrupt and poke a finger into his chest. ”I just don’t wanna see you hurt all the time, Jaeger! Some people actually love you and care about your well-being and don’t want to see you constantly battered and bruised!”

You both think about what you just let slip but, before Eren can address it, you’re shoving him through the doorway and out of your house, still fussing about his injuries and lack of self-care. You don’t let him get a word in and it takes no time before you’re forcing him out your front door. He turns to say something to you, but you cut him off again.

“And don’t let me catch you this way again or you’re gonna have to fight me next!” With that, you slam your door in his face. Your bravado leaves you the second he’s out of sight, and you lean back against the door. Your face is hot and aching from the way you got worked up, but you’re glad it disguised the embarrassment you felt at confessing to Eren. 

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ALL HE WANTS — EREN x BLK!READER

tags: 18+ (no minors/no blank blogs — you will be blocked), shotgunning, sex, kinda friends to lovers, established relationship (towards the end), oral (f!), making out, sexual tension, eren has a tongue piercing and dimples, fingering, dirty talk, reader is black, mutual pining, dry humping, unprotected sex, dubcon (both a little buzzed on weed),

notes: this is a repost ofc but... i wasn't about to miss daddy's birthday lolll. (1)(2) “continue reading” divider by @/anitalenia 4.1k words ! + repost!

“When you gonna stop playing and let me be your man, baby?” Eren had his hands in his pockets and lent up against the wall, staring you down. The way he talked always made your body shiver, the way he looked deep into your eyes made you want to moan.

“Just gimme the weed, please.” You rolled your eyes at him. He was always like this — teasing you whenever he saw you all dolled up; tonight you wore a short peach colored dress that made your chest look even bigger, and his eyes kept glancing down constantly from your lips to your chest.

He probably kept looking at your lips because of how plump and bright they were decorated with the clear sticky fruity smelling lipgloss you always wore. Your hair was done in a wavy black hair done in a 32inch half up-half down that framed your face pretty well; and Eren tried to act like he didn’t realize it wasn’t the hairstyle he picked for you a while back.

Unintentionally he licked his lips before digging through his pockets for what he came over to deliver. Normally he didn’t hand deliver anything, he made people come to him, but this was you.

Sweet smelling you who always looked as good as you smelt and right now there was an aroma around you that smelled of nothing but strawberries and some other fruity smell that he couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t even just the fact that you smelled so good but rather the way you looked so good too, always with your hair done even your nails — long coffin shaped, pink and white acrylic with little designs on them — and your face, bare or not your skin was always glistening rich brown.

He was always losing his focus when you were in the room. He handed you your weed and turned to leave. “Wait, here—”

He scoffed, “On the house.” He waved you off, he did this all the time, no matter how many times you begged him to just take the money.

“Eren!” Using his long legs to stroll out of the hallway and towards the apartment complex’s door. He almost made it out before he felt you tug at his arm, a deep pout on your face.

“You’ll get wrinkles. Don’t…” He caressed the area between your eyebrows and trailed down to your jaw — taking it in his hands and squeezing it, making your pout deeper before he let it go.

“Just here, okay? I’m grateful you don’t make me pay since we’re friends,” That definitely wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t say anything. “But just take it. I can pay, you know I can.” Your eyelids fluttered innocently.

He sniffled, “Fine. Fine. Just this once.” He flicked your nose. Then Eren looked at you, truly looked at you and smiled a bit. You were really too cute. “Are you coming to Connie’s party in a few?”

“Yeah, I was actually just getting ready before you came.” You tell him, finally letting go of his arm.

“And that’s what you’re wearing?” He swallowed, biting his tongue. He sounded so judgmental that your eyes widened before you looked down at yourself.

It was cold yes but you always chose being cute over being cold, plus you were always being driven around so you weren’t even outside enough to feel the freezing cold air and it was only a small bit of occasional snow, nothing too bad.

“What’s wrong with it?” You craned your neck a bit to see your backside. Everything was in tact and in place.

Jealousy was already deep in his chest and tugging at his heart, making everything feel so tight around him. He just shook his head, “Nothing, just thinkin’ bout how cold it is, that’s all. But I know you already have a ride lined up, right?”

Playfully rolling your eyes you smirk, “Actually…” Twiddling with your fingers, he watches you already knowing where this was going. “I was hoping, you’d take me if you had a chance? Maybe?”

“Do I ever say no to you?” He asked, walking back down the hall with you towards your apartment again.

This wasn’t his first time inside of your apartment. But for some reason he couldn’t help but to be in awe. You lived in luxury — marble countertops, a wide double door silver fridge, a patio… he knew he couldn’t compare to the lifestyle your father already had you in.

He wish he could... but he couldn’t. He made enough on selling whatever he could but it was only enough for him, not a lifestyle like yours. He wouldn’t be able to provide for you like you needed. Even if he got a real good job, nothing could truly live up to your norm and he would hate for you to settle.

It was the reason that he never truly could actively pursue you like he wanted with a good conscience. How could he pursue you when you had everything you wanted and then some?

Even the fuzzy pink rug on your floor looked like it was worth a couple thousand. A glossy painting of you hung in the center of your living room and it caught his eye, the last time he was inside it wasn’t there.

“Isn’t it nice? Looks almost as cute as the real thing, Hm?” You teasing, putting a finger to your cheek.

He gave you a side eye with a smile so deep enough that you could see his dimple and it made your heart flutter.

You always thought he was cute just not boyfriend material. You weren’t even being judgmental but you heard about Eren long before you had met him. Just a boy who always wanted to get his dick wet and especially when he had pretty clients, you couldn’t take him serious. Even if you wanted to.

When he wasn’t being a flirt, he was a good friend, always came when you needed him, even if it was just for a ride. He was always so sweet and treated you better than any of your boyfriends.

“You think I should just settle for some pants instead of this then, huh?” You did a slight twirl. You could tell he really liked what you had on but just not today. Not where y’all was headed.

He clicked his teeth with his tongue, “Uhh…” He looked you over, his gaze lingering on all assets.

His knee was bouncing and he was getting up before he realized. He never been inside of your room, let alone your closet. So this was all new territory to him, yet he felt like he knew where everything was.

He don’t know why he loved seeing you in your pink moon boots but he knew he wanted to see them on you tonight. He peaked over his shoulder, looking at you briefly before looking over your closet again. “Hm,” He held out two different shirts, you chuckled.

“Maybe this one with the hearts to match the boots and then a nice mini skirt… not too short.” He knew how you liked to dress and you gave him a coy smile.

“Ya know what, Yeager? You’re cute.” You kissed his cheek before pushing him out the room to get dressed. You hate to admit you were feeling hot all over, most guys didn’t come into your room for anything but sex and even though you weren’t expecting him to come in and help you decide on something else he did. It was little. But more than you were used to.

Eren on the other hand, was trying not to palm his dick. Touching the soft fabric of your clothes and imagining them on your skin, had him gulping. He paced the living room before he heard small paws running up to him and yelping. A small bundle of golden tan fur ran up to him, scratching and sniffing the area around him.

“Princess!” You yelled, running out to get your little dog. “Sorry Eren, she loves new people. I thought she would stay sleep, but...” You coo and tap the floor so that she comes running. “I’ll put her up and then we can go.” You scoop her up.

He stops you, “Let me meet my baby’s baby.” He ushers her out of your hand and into his own, a deep smile on his face as she licks his fingers.

You ignore what he says and how it makes your stomach flutter, you just cross your arms and watch. “She’s the cutest.” He tells you, staring you down with a hooded gaze. “Let’s get going, ‘kay?”

You nod, heading to put her into a crate so she can sleep until you get back.

He waits for you, even when you lock up your apartment, he opens the car door for you. You don’t know why but you feel like everything’s going to change tonight.

And Eren can feel it too.

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It isn’t until you’re already there that you realize his hand was on your thigh the entire car ride. His touch leaving a trail of hotness and when he finally parked, your eyes wouldn’t leave your thigh. Was it weird that you were already missing his touch against your skin?

You heard a few people greeting him as he caught up towards the house behind you, he nodded to a few and did a half wave to some others.

“Birthday boy Yeager, finally! Being late to your own party, really man?” Connie greeted him and your body froze.

Eren didn’t mention it was his birthday. Connie didn’t even mention it when he invited you. You frowned and moved closer before squeezing Eren’s side.

A slight yelp, “The fuck was that for?” He asked, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell me? You were selling me weed on your birthday, driving me to your birthday party and didn’t bother to mention it?”

“It…skipped my mind.” He muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“You didn’t tell your girl your birthday?” Connie snickered. “You didn’t want any birthday sex? Mannn—“

Eren lightly jabbed Connie’s arm, “You know we’re just friends.”

But really, who could tell? Whenever you both were together, you both always stood so close together, sometimes even with his hand on your waist. Deep long stares and only focusing on each other.

“Rightttttt.” Connie laughs and waves you and Eren down to the basement. “So while the party’s upstairs… our real party will be right here, just the gang you know…” He explained while you looked over the place.

A comfy basement with a long couch and two loveseats, a few white garden chairs. A bong on the table that sat in the middle and a few bottles of alcohol. “Sooo, where is everyone?” You raised your eyebrows, arms folded against your chest.

Connie thinks for a moment before raising a finger, pulling out his phone and calling someone. “Yeahhh, hello?” You and Eren shared a glance before looking back at Connie. “Fuck, you gotta be kidding me… no, no, it’s fine,” Connie does an awkward smile to you both. “Alright. Yeah. See you soon.” He sighs.

“Fuck, I gotta go. Sasha said she needs me to get her. Then Jean too and… yeah… basically I think all those fuckers need a ride.” He explains. “Please make yourselves comfortable down here or upstairs, whatever. I’ll just be right back.” He jogs up the stairs and closes the door.

You feel awkward just standing so you smooth out a place on the loveseat and sit down.

But of course you weren’t planning on Eren sitting next to you. Cramped up and all in your space, his legs spread wide with almost little room for your legs. You stare at him, “Seriously?”

He does a sly smile, “I can’t sit next to you? You gonna deny me all tonight huh?”

Remembering it was his birthday, you just let him. His arm over your shoulder and pulling you in. “Fine… fine.” You mutter, pulling out some of the weed you brought from him earlier.

“Hey…lemme roll that for you.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, he just does it. The shiny piercing on his tongue showing itself as he licked up the paper.

You squeezed your thighs, just watching him. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and with a few clicks, he lit your blunt and took one long drag from it, finally handing it to you.

“Thanks…” You brought it to your lips and his eyes burned into yours. You inhaled, smiling as you felt it come over you. You hummed to yourself, your hooded eyes watching him as he watched you.

“How you feelin’?” You heard him ask, your body humming and you leaned closer into his touch. Your head laying on his shoulder.

“Good.” You responded shortly. “Just really good.”

“I’m glad to hear that baby.” His voice sounded closer but you ignored it. You smoked the blunt again and when you went to exhale, he pressed his lips to yours, just a small peck.

Briefly, you would’ve missed it if your eyes weren’t open.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay…” You swallowed. “You can do it again.”

It was all he needed. His hands grabbed your face gently and he pressed a small peck on your lips. Then again. His hands touch the skin of your thigh when he goes in a bit deeper. No more little kisses, he’s fully kissing you on the lips. “Must be the weed, hm? You’d never let me kiss you…fuck,” He sounds pissed but mainly at himself.

“I took like two puffs, I’m barely…buzzed. I just… I mean why not?” You ask aloud, looking at him. Maybe you were just tired of pretending that you didn’t want him. That you didn’t want this. You were horny and maybe a quick fuck to get him out of your system would be good for the both of you.

“You like playing with my heart huh? You know how I feel and…” He trails off. “You know I like you—“

“You don’t like me, you just wanna fuck me like everyone else.” You had a hard time believing that he had feelings for you, that he wasn’t like any of the others before him. You wave him off but he grabs your wrist.

He clicks his teeth before laughing, “No, no, no…Baby. You’re special to me. Just want you all to myself, always.”

You snort, “Yeah right…” But your body felt so hot and like you’re wearing too many clothes.

“Come sit on my lap pretty girl. Let me show you something.” He pats his lap and grabs your waist, tightly.

“Show me what?” You were curious but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to come back to being just friends if you did what he asked.

“How much I like you.” He lifted you with ease and in an instant, you were on him. You could feel just how big and hard he was under you. You swallowed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Well? Show me.” You smile, hotness rolling off the both of you in waves. He smiles before he brings you in and kisses you.

Moaning when he pulls you closer, jerking his hips up to yours. His hands exploring your body and his tongue enters your mouth, swirling around. Slipping his tongue in and out your mouth, sucking on yours. His hands traveling down your back until he gripped your butt, spreading and massaging them in his large palms before sliding them up and down your back.

He kisses the sides of your neck and you take another drag of the blunt, feeling your lungs expand and the sensation of his mouth and hands making you shiver. He grabs your hips and rolls his more into yours, the fabric of his denim jeans hitting your clit.

Breathing heavily you inhale and with shaky hands you pull him forward. Kissing him with the smoke still in your lungs, his cock throbbing in his pants, he’s trying not to be greedy but he wants you. Tracing up and down your shirt, slipping his fingers underneath.

He feels a bit giggly afterwards. With a dopey big grin on his face, “You’re so pretty. Like an angel.” You’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt but your pussy is pulsing and you need him.

“Eren… thank you. But I just… need… I need you to…Please just touch me. Please.” His hands roam again. His cock half hard in his pants and his hands on your hips, he makes you roll them against his again. You gape and gasp a bit, feeling how hard he is against your damp dainty panties.

His hands are under your skirt and he massages the bit of your butt and thighs, spreading and patting you. He kisses you full on the lip and sucks more on your tongue before pulling back, “You’re just so pretty.” His forehead is on yours and his eyes are eating you up.

Your clit pulses and throbs the more he rolls your hips against his and the way he’s digging his fingers into the skin of your butt and thighs, you’re groaning and sighing, “This feels so…” you wrap an arm around his neck. “Good.” You whisper in his ear and feel him shiver, you press small kisses up and down his neck. “You’re so hard…” You lick him, small and to the point. “Eren…I—“

“Shhh,” He stops your hips, that were now moving on their own. “Just keep doing what feels natural… what feels right. We can talk about all of this later. But now? Let me make you feel good, yeah? Wouldn’t you like that?”

And it’s the way that he says it, honestly, that makes your heart speed up and your panties even more wet before he slips them to the side.

“Holy shit, already? This wet, baby? Damn…” His fingers sticky just from a quick slip inside, your mouth open and your legs shaking. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” You hear the sweet sounds of him fingering you, the wet noises echoing in the dark room.

“Fuck,” He mutters, flexing his fingers and twisting them inside. You clamp down on him and he bits his lip before kissing you, trying to keep you both quiet.

You lifted his shirt a little, looking at his stomach as he breathes in and out, his stomach muscles flexing. You smile to yourself, helping him out of his shirt before you trail your hand up and down his muscular chest and stomach. A semi thick patch of hair from his stomach and disappears down into his pants catches your attention and with a deep gulp your fingers dance lightly on his stomach until they disappear into his pants.

His breath hitches, “Your hands are so…whew,” His eyes are closed when you touch him, stroking him. “So damn soft. Too damn soft.” His hips jerk up at the contact of your hand against him.

“Has anyone ever—?” He doesn’t say it but licks his lips and sucks at his teeth.

“No, never…” Boys were too interested in sex never foreplay or oral. Some never even looked at your pussy.

He huffed, “Idiots. Want you to sit on my face, okay?” He could feel you twitching and your body freeze up.

“You’re so weird you know that?” You squeeze at his tip and he whined a bit, taking your wrist and taking it out of his pants.

“Hey, been thinking about it forever.” He have, he liked being your friend but he always thought about what’s between your legs. He always felt so guilty for it, this ulterior motive of his.

With your skirt still on, you move to hover over him. He breathes you in and groans out a deep “Fuck.” His tongue soaked in spit but he grabs at your thighs and slurps at your swollen clit. The heavy scent of your aroma wafting around his face.

Your thighs shaking as you rock your hips against him, but he wants to take things slow. Your juices all over his mouth and even a bit on his nose. You hated how greedy you were being. His tongue flicking at your stick clit and sucking on your lips.

“Eren! Faster…faster, please.” The cold metal piercing brushed against your clit and had you seeing stars so clearly that you tugged at his dark hair.

He liked the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue, even the way your mouth looked when you said it. Your lips: a work of art and your voice a song. So to be the one who’s listening and the one giving you this pleasure? He couldn’t help but smile to himself. To revel in it.

He chuckles listening to the soft moans of your pleads and begging, “No need to beg, don’t you know you own me? I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you say.”

His voice made you clench and he pressed small kisses up your slit before stretching you apart, “Think I can see you getting all wet for me…” His tongue dives in and your toes curl as he licks around the insides of you. Sucking at your folds and diving inside of your wetness, he moved one of his hands from your thighs and rubbed with two fingers on your achy clit. You shuddered, biting your lips.

He smiles looking at your pussy, so wet and pretty before he dives back in. Really just wanting to be covered in your scent. He gives a few more sucks, your hips raising and thrashing against his face.

“Baby,” The breath of his deep chuckle hitting your pussy and you shiver. “I’m leaking in my pants. I need you. Badly.”

He took his time but he laid you out on the couch, looking at the amount of your arousal that ran down your legs. He watched your pussy twitch, using his fingers he spread you open, clenching around the cool empty air. “Fuck,” you already looked fucked out and he haven’t even been inside of you yet.

Sliding his thick cock between your wet folds he felt you tremble. Tapping the head against your clit, he felt you jolt and he slowly slid inside of you. Your walls sucking him in and squeezing him tightly.

He groans, almost collapsing on top of you and you dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Wanted you for so long.” He kisses you quick and laced your fingers together, squeezing your hand. “It’s so wet inside of you, feels so fucking good.” Stretching and carving your insides to only fit his shape. Everything sounded underwater as he continued to pound inside of you. “You’re so perfect. So pretty. Fuck.” He angled his hips before thrusting faster inside of you. “So tight, so pretty, so mine.” He purred, licking up your throat and sucking; leaving a trail of hickies in his wake.

“Eren, oh god.” You breathe, worked up. He brings your legs from his waist and bring them closer to your head, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you.

“Think I’m in love withchu…” His thrusts are strong and now your feet dangling over your head, you couldn’t think straight. “But I think you already know that, hm? Think you love having me wrapped about your fingers.” Meeting every thrust he made, you felt a small bit of squirt splash and soak up his cock as he pulled it out before plunging back inside of you.

Your stomach is twisting and your toes curl heavenly as his dick continues, you push at his chest. “Wait! Eren…I…” You feel even more pressure in your gut and clench around him. “Please… no more.”

Your eyes are watery but Eren doesn’t care, instead he uses the pads of all his fingers and do deep aching rubs on your clit. Writing his name in your clit with your fingers, your thighs shake and then you’re finally cumming all over him and with a few more hard thrusts, he follows with a deep groan of your name.

He lays on top of you for a second to catch his breath before kissing you again. “I like you. Always have.” He huffed.

You bite back a smile. “I like you too…” You tell him shyly.

He gets up and hands you your pretty panties with a smug look. “So will you be my girlfriend?”

You chuckle, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend Eren.”

All Eren could think of was that this was his best birthday in a long while. He peppering kisses over your face.

“Alright… birthday boy, put some pants on.” You snicker, looking at his lower half, he was already getting back hard.

“Oh right.” He kissed you again.

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eren makes you squirt one time and he ends up losing all sense of control after that. He’ll do anything to see you do that little trick for him..almost obsessed with replicating that first sensation of you spraying him with those sweet juices. He recalls exactly how it felt: that little cunt squeezing him so tight that he’s barely even keeping pace. The sounds of sloppy squelching filling the air along with those loud grunts and moans; a result of that silky, white liquid dripping from your entrance..drumming up more each time he slams into you. A hand around your throat, his body hovering above you and those ethereal, jade eyes fixated on you as he feeds you those deep thrusts. Occasionally, he strokes the side of your face, just to ensure you’re okay.. “…look at me, baby…keep your eyes on me, that’s right.” Because he knows he’s stretching you out. Taking you past your limits and eventually, you’ll be tapping out with your fingertips patting his abs but he can’t let up. He can’t let up until he gets the satisfaction of seeing that sweet rain. His breath hitches, a slight falter in his voice and rhythm as he feels the pressure swelling around him. “S-so fucking tight, mama..damn.” Chuckling out of pure lack of restraint..he knows he’s close..nothing would satisfy your man more than to fill his pretty girl up to the brim. Stuffing you with his cum…but first, he needs something from you. Despite already drumming up copious amounts of cream and immense trembling. Your body addicted to the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of you. Leaning up, only after indulging in a barrage of sloppy kisses, Eren grins and slowly circles your clit with his thumb pad, stroking that sensitive bud; akin to a mad scientist playing with its experiment. “C’mon, baby. Let me have it. You know what I want.” And you do..you know he won’t stop until you’re splashing against his abs. Legs shaking and pinned to the headboard, you can’t hold back any longer so before he can even get another thrust in, you push him out… “There it is…make that pussy squirt f’r me, baby. Let it go.” It’s as if the floodgates have opened and it’s pouring until the towels underneath your ass are soaked. And after that, he begs you to shove his tongue in your mouth yet again to reward you for that beautiful release.

“Thank you so much, baby..that was perfect.”

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[wettvagina]

PRINCESS TREATMENT

synopsis: collegeau!eren has had a long day and just wants to see his girlfriend warnings: p in v , creampie a/n: i feel like i need to be a little more weirder with the things i post iykwim

You had just gotten a text message from Eren asking to come over, his message had interrupted you from doing what a girl usually does when she's alone and feeling a little hot down there.

Masturbating, obviously.

You quickly removed your hands from your panties and texted him back, replying with a simple 'sure', and hearting the message where he said he'd be there in five.

Even though you and Eren had been together for at least four months now, you hadn't had sex yet, and oh boy is he a tease. You could count multiple times where he grabbed at your ass while you both were making out, but that didn't lead to anything else.

He had came over to your apartment six times, but each of the times were for engaging in innocent activities, or even just studying. Him being the basketball-playing, jerky-popular, party boy at your university, the last thing you expected was for him to not hump and dump you.

For the most part, you respected it, but sometimes you just wanted to grab him and devour that dick. You saw his print on numerous occasions and you could tell that it was huge.

You adjusted the pillow on the couch of your small living room for the fifth time that night, before you heard the awaited knock on the door. Excitedly, you twisted the doorknob, seeing your boyfriend, he was sweaty and god did he look good in those grey sweats he usually wore.

You licked your lips seductively as you watched his towering figure, with a pout on his lips, he engulfed you in a hug, squeezing your smaller frame as his nose nudged at the nape of your neck. You smiled, draping one arm around his neck.

As you pulled away slightly, you instantly connected your lips to his, your lips rode over his pink soft lips, and you slowly pulled him inside, closing the door behind you and locking it before breaking out of the kiss.

"What?" Eren smiled as you looked up at him, "Oh nothing, you just look good." you smirked, one hand caressing the side of his face. You felt Eren's face heat up and you saw the visible blush on his cheeks. "You always look good." Eren responded while connecting your lips once more. And you felt the tension in the room, it was warm and almost suffocating as you felt yourself wanting more of him.

Eren's lips parted from yours, and he gave you a quick peck before jumping onto your couch. You frowned at the sudden loss of contact, Eren laid on your couch, the back of his hand covered his eyes as he spoke, "I ran so much today, my body hurts." he murmured, you listened to him talk as you sat on his crotch.

His hands moved from blocking his vision as he looked at you on top of him, and his hand reached out to grab at your waist, his thumb stroking your skin. "I can give you a massage you know." you offered while pressing your hands up and down his abdomen.

He snickered, "Hm, Sure." he agreed, "Take your shirt off." you demanded with a straight face, "Woah." his eyes shot open, "Well, I can't give you a massage with your shirt on." you clarified, Eren simply scoffed before sitting up to take his shirt off.

You positioned yourself so you were straddling on top of him, once his shirt was off and you eyed his tense abs, you felt your panties dampen and you involuntarily grinded yourself onto him. Causing him to groan, "You okay?" you say, acting dumb, "Yeah." Eren sighed.

Your hands pressed onto his abs, massaging at the tense skin, before going up to his pecs, then his shoulders, once your hands were on his shoulders, your back arched and you bent over to kiss him, you deepened the kiss when you felt his hand grip onto your waist, slowly moving down to grab your ass but never quite reaching there.

You moaned into his mouth as some sort of signal, as you grinded yourself onto him, feeling the bulge in his pants. "Shit." Eren groaned as you trailed kisses down to his neck, his skin turning a light shade of pink as you pressed your lips onto him.

"Damn." Eren commented as you threw your shirt over your head, your full bra being on display for him. "Can I?" you ask, tugging on the waistband of his pants, to which he nodded to. You pulled down his sweats and everything underneath it, your eyes widened at the size of his cock.

You licked your lips, your hands went to move the piece of fabric covering your damp pussy, luckily you wore a miniskirt today. You stroked his dick before lining it up with your wet entrance, you were so wet that the tip slipped in with ease, you scrunched your face as you slipped in the rest of his huge cock into your needy pussy.

"Oh fuck." Eren cried out, feeling the hotness of your pussy surrounding his throbbing cock, Eren's hands darted towards your hips, moving you up and down his cock, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." you moaned at the sudden friction within your walls, your hands draped over Eren's shoulders as you slowly bounced on Eren's cock.

He stretched you to your full capacity and you more than enjoyed the fullness of his dick, "Mm- Fuck." you moaned as you felt Eren thrust up into you, "Oh shit." Eren's face scrunched as he drilled into your needy hole.

With his rapid pace, your pussy drooled all over his cock, making it easier for him to slide in and out. You bit your lower lip as you looked down at him, his eyes were heavy lidded and you reached in to kiss him, the kiss was rough and passionate as he continued to pound into your sloppy cunt, wet noises filling the room.

Eren bit into your lower lip as you felt his pace decrease, he slowly fucked up into you before shooting hot spurs of his thick come into your fucked out pussy. Painting your walls white as your eyes rolled back into your head, your fingernails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck." Eren sighed as you laid your head on his broad shoulders, his dick still throbbed inside of you. His head leaned to the left to give you a kiss on the top of your head as the force of his hand on the skin of your hips softened.

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