#tbaw.fic

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╰┈➤ the point (e) - tbaw. ⋙ an alternate version of chapter 29 where jean and reader's conversation takes place in eren's special spot and things get a little spicy.

why was it deleted. it didn't make sense. there was no reason why reader/jean would hook up at the point aside from making eren miserable lol smut at this point in the story also didn't totally make sense to me and i didn't like how reader initiated it and i didn't like some of the things that happened (from a plot-perspective), so if i wanted to keep it, it would've needed major re-writes anyway. also i think i wrote this with one hand because it is so FILTHY ahhhhhhhhh writing up the content warnings made me blush. this is completely self-indulgent, i'm sorry, i can't be normal about this man. what changed. instead of inviting jean over to reiner's, reader tells jean to pick her up. ft. fem!reader, jean. cw. unedited, fem!reader, explicit language, explicit sexual content (mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, "just the tip", creampie, cum-eating, oral, face-sitting, ass-eating, vaginal sex, dirty talk, rough sex, light choking, dacryphillia, degradation/name-calling: fuck toy, a bit of ass-play but not anal, multiple orgasms, potential dub-con in the beginning, almost fisting?? 4 fingers, mini-facial, overstimulation, jean kirstein has a big dick). 6,388 words.

Please remember that this scene was deleted for a reason and that nothing that happens here occurs in the actual story posted on AO3. This is just fun bonus content for people who are interested in reading more.

context. After work, Jean picks up Reader and she gives him directions to The Point, Eren's special spot.

He squeezes your hand tightly, shifting his gaze away from your face and out the front windshield of his car. “I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“You won’t,” you insist, leaning forward in your seat. “No matter what, I promise, we will always be friends.”

Jean turns back to face you, leaning forward until his forearm is resting on the centre console. His eyes waver from your eyes to your lips and back again, and you watch his throat bobbing as he swallows. “I miss you,” he says quietly. “I miss you so fucking much.”

“I haven’t gone anywhere, dummy,” you whisper as your eyes flutter shut, both of you leaning forward until your lips meet and -- fuck -- you missed this.

You missed the way his lips move against yours and the way his stubble scratches your face. You missed the way his tongue swipes across your lip before diving into your mouth and the way his hand cups your face to pull you tighter into him.

You find yourself moaning into the kiss as he presses forward, body leaning awkwardly across the console. He tugs you closer to him with his firm hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss as you clutch at his shirt. 

Jean pulls away suddenly, sitting back against his seat and running both hands through his hair. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” you ask, annoyed. 

“I didn’t bring you here to hook up -- I wanted to sort things out. I just wanted to talk to you and apologize but now…” he gestures vaguely to his lap and you laugh. 

You’re not sure what’s come over you all of a sudden, it’s like you’re in a daze. You want Jean, desperately. After getting a taste of what it’s like to be intimate with him, you feel like you can’t get enough. Even though you know this is a bad idea, it’s like you can’t control yourself.

You reach across the centre console to press your hand on his thigh and he sits up quickly in his seat as you palm at him through his dress pants. He groans, covering his eyes with his palm, “I don’t think we should do this if we’re both all fucked up,” he says as his hips buck against your touch. “I feel like we haven’t resolved anything.”

Jean’s breath hitches in his throat as you undo his belt, biting his lip as you drag his zipper down across his crotch. “Come on,” he says, although it sounds like more of a whimper. “We should talk.”

You slide your hand under the waist and of his underwear, gripping around his semi-hard cock as he squirms in his seat. You give him a few firm strokes before his other hand comes down around your wrist, stilling you. 

He hisses your name as his hand squeezes hard around your wrist and he lowers his other hand from his face to look over at you. “Are we good?”

“We’ve already talked to death,” you hum, brushing Jean’s hand away from you so you can continue your long, slow, strokes. “Everything’s out in the open now, right? We both know what’s going on in eachothers’ heads.”

“I guess,” he groans, head falling back against the headrest as he clenches his hands into fists at his sides. “I feel like we still have a lot to talk about.”

You start to jerk him a little faster as you feel him growing and hardening against your palm. “I think it will take more than just talking to figure this out.”

“Ok,” he says, voice strained. “What do I have to do?”

You can feel him throbbing in your hand as you stroke along his length, precum leaking from his tip. “I don’t know, Jean, but I think it’s going to be a long and hard road.”

He laughs, rolling his head to the side to look over at you and his eyes are dark and heavy. “Fuck, eh? What about fast and rough, too?”

Jean hisses when you run your thumb across his slit, smearing the precum across his head before continuing your strokes. You can feel your panties growing damp between your thighs as you watch Jean’s face flush in arousal.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he groans, biting his lip hard as you squeeze your hand around his cock.

“It’s ok,” you say, horny and desperate. “We can just touch each other. We don’t have to have sex. It’s just relief.”

Jean is already weak from the way your hand has been pumping around his dick, so it only takes the flimsiest of excuses to get him to cave in.

“Yeah -- shit -- ok. Sit on my lap, let me touch you.”

You don’t waste any time, scrambling over the centre console of his car as he slides his chair back to give you room to sit on his lap. You’re thankful you decided to wear a dress today when he pushes the fabric up around your waist with one hand as the other reaches down to rub you through your underwear.

“Shit, you’re already so wet,” he groans, breathing hard as he looks at you.

You laugh airly as you continue to jerk your hand along his cock. “Feeling you get hard in my hand -- feeling you grow, like that, was so fucking hot.”

He laughs too, tonguing his cheek as he looks at you, smug. “Yeah? You like feeling how hard I get for you?”

Jean pushes his fingers gently against your entrance through the thin fabric of your underwear as the heel of his hand grinds into your clit. You try to respond to his question, but your words turn into a strangled moan.

“I like feeling how wet you get for me -- fucking soaked, eh?” he teases, still pushing against the resistance of the fabric. “Pretty little pussy just gets so wet for me,” he groans, eyes alight with mischief. “You ever squirt before?”

His question makes your whole body enflame in embarrassment and your hand stutter along his cock. “I -- what?”

“I said,” he laughs, “Have you ever squirted before?”

You shake your head in small, quick motions as your hips grind down against his hand. “Never.”

“Never,” he repeats, tsking. “I bet I could make you squirt.”

Your whole body trembles in a mixture of fear and anticipation as his eyes turn dark and predatory. He starts to gently push his fingertips inside of you, through the nylon of your underwear and it has you gasping and grinding down on him in need.

“Come on, keep touching me,” he urges, dropping his hand from your waist to grip around yours on his cock. You didn’t realize you had stopped moving until he pointed it out, you’re too lost from his lewd words and teasing fingers.

“Can’t focus, eh?” he laughs, hand wrapped around yours to help jerk himself off as his other hand keeps pushing into you. Your hand is so small wrapped in his and his pace is so much quicker -- tighter.

You pull your hand out from under his to grab at the hem of your dress, pulling it up over your head and tossing it off to the side. Jean’s hand instantly reaches to cup at your breast through your bra, biting his lip as he holds back a groan while you work on unbuttoning his shirt.

“Your tits are so nice,” he says, pinching at your nipple through the thin fabric. “Show me them.”

You follow his command immediately, hands reaching behind your back to unclip your bra before tossing it off to the side with your dress. Jean shrugs his shirt off his shoulders, removing his hand from your crotch just to toss his shirt into the backseat. He grins in excitement, thumb brushing across your already hardened nipple as his other hand finally slides into your underwear to cup at your bare pussy.

“So obedient,” he coos, pushing two fingers inside of you as you gasp against his chest, hands gripping tightly around his shoulders. “What else would you do for me?”

“Anything,” you gasp, grinding down on his hand. “Anything, Jean.”

“Then touch me,” he growls, eyes narrowing. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

You bring one hand up to your mouth, spitting into your palm before reaching down with both hands to grab at Jean’s cock. He groans in approval, head falling back against the headrest of his seat as his dick twitches against your palm.

“Shit, yeah, just like that,” he grunts, fingers pumping into your pussy at the same pace as your hands around his cock.

You let your eyes fall closed as the two of you fall into a rhythm with your motions, breathing hard like you’re suffocating as you imagine Jean’s thick veiny cock pushing inside of you instead. Your pussy squeezes around his fingers as you do and his hips jerk against you in response.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, eyes shut as he lets his head fill with lewd thoughts. “Tell me.”

“You,” you whimper, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder as Jean pushes a third finger into you. “Fucking you -- riding your cock until you make me cum. You’re so fucking big, Jean, I need you inside of me.”

His voice is just a low grumble when he responds. “Fuck -- I bet you’re so good at riding.”

“I’m so good,” you whimper as his hand falls from your breasts to your ass. “So good, Jean.”

“Yeah,” he pants, hips jerking against you as your hands squeeze tighter. “You’d make my cock so messy with this pussy.”

“Yes, yes,” you say mindlessly.

“Do you hear how fucking wet you are for me?” he groans, and you do -- you do, and it would be so embarrassing if Jean didn’t love it so much. “Fuck, I want to feel you squeezing like this around my cock.”

You lift your head from his shoulder to attack his lips. Your kiss is hungry -- messy -- just a tangle of lips and tongue and teeth as you try to devour one another in your lust-filled haze. Jean’s cock is spilling with precum, coating your hands as you jerk along his length and making you so fucking needy for him.

“Fuck me, Jean,” you whimper, barely pulling away to speak. “Please, I need you.”

You remove your hands from around his dick and push his hand away from you despite your body’s needy protests to stay filled. Shoving your underwear to the side, you lift your hips and angle Jean’s cock at your entrance. Just as you’re about to lower down on him, he fists around the head of his cock, stilling your descent.

“No, we can’t,” he groans, but the head of his cock is already buried inside of you and you’re squeezing him so fucking good, he’s not sure he can resist. “We can’t have sex.”

“Please, Jean,” you whine, grinding against his fist as you try to push as much of him inside of you as you can. Just the tip isn’t enough, but fuck, you’ll make it work if you have to. 

One hand grips tightly at his shoulder for stability as your other hand reaches down to rub needily at your clit. Your pussy pulses and squeezes around the head of Jean’s cock and his hips twitch in need.

“Fuck!” he groans, grabbing so hard at your ass that you know he’s going to leave bruises on your skin. “I’m already close, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“I want you to,” you pant, grinding down against his fist. “Please, Jean.”

He moves his grip from your hip to your shoulder, pushing you back until you're lying against the steering wheel. Then he slides his hand back down around your waist to hold you in place. 

“Don’t move,” he hisses and you nod obediently. 

Jean starts to jerk himself off roughly, keeping the tip of his cock inside of you as he grunts and groans. “Fuck, you look so hot,” he pants, eyes roaming across your body and biting his lip hard before spilling his cum into you with a shuddered gasp. 

You can feel each spurt as his cock twitches inside of you and it feels so hot and lewd and you want more. You trust that Jean will take care of you when he’s finished, so you just watch as his face, neck, and chest bloom dark red and his eyes scrunch shut from the pleasure of his orgasm. His mouth falls open into a perfect o-shape and you can’t help but clench around him at the sight. 

“Fuck,” he pants, pulling his cock out from inside of you. He lets you rest on his thighs as he throws his head back, running both hands through his hair to push the sweaty strands off of his face. “Sorry,” he breathes, hand reaching down to recline his seat fully until he’s laying back. 

“It’s ok,” you say, leaning forward to rest your hands on his chest as you feel his release sliding down your thighs.

He hooks both arms between your legs and around your thighs, suddenly pulling and dragging you up his body until you’re sitting on his chest. “Come on,” he says, voice low and husky, “Let me clean you up.”

Your body burns in embarrassment but you allow him to drag you further up his body until your hips are hovering just above his face. He shoves your underwear into the crease of your thigh and looks up at you. 

“Jean, are you—“

“Sit down,” he grunts and you lower your filthy pussy down onto his face. 

It’s so fucking sexy that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Jean’s tongue laps at your entrance, eating his cum out from inside of you and you can already feel your thighs shaking on either side of his head. 

His large hands grab at your waist, pulling you down hard against his face until you’re certain he can’t breathe, but he keeps going. Tonguing and sucking and moaning into you as he worships your pussy with his mouth. 

Trembling, you reach one hand down to fist around a handful of his hair while you press the palm of your other hand on the roof of the car, stabilizing yourself as your hips rock against his tongue. 

“Jesus Christ, Jean,” you whimper, eyes clenching shut as you feel the steady build of pleasure in your gut. 

Jean licks up to your clit, taking the swollen, aching nub into his mouth and sucking on it gently as you moan above him. He presses his tongue flat against it before gently shaking his head from side to side. 

“Ahh — fuck, Jean!” you cry, feeling your pleasure build and build as he moans against your skin. 

Jean’s eyes flutter open to look at you, watching you whining and whimpering above him with your head thrown back. Each noise you make makes all the blood in his head flow down to his cock. His hips buck up into nothing, desperate for stimulation as your tangy wetness lays heavy on his tongue. 

You’re literally riding his face at this point, your pussy smearing against his chin as you rock against his tongue, so eager — so fucking eager to cum for him. It’s making him absolutely feral for you and you can feel it in the way his blunt nails dig into your skin. 

Your whole body shakes when you finally cum, gasping and panting as you clench against his face, dripping more wetness against his chin as every nerve ending in your body explodes at once. Jean keeps his steady rhythm on your clit until each movement has you twitching and crying out from overstimulation. 

Pleased, but unsatisfied, Jean’s hands shift from your waist to your ass, spreading you open and grabbing the string of your thong to pull it aside. He slides your hips forward until his mouth is pressing sloppy, wet kisses against your asshole. 

“Jesus, Jean!” you cry out, hips involuntarily grinding down against his face. 

Jean starts with wet, open-mouth kisses first before you start to feel his warm, slick tongue pressing against your sensitive hole. Again and again, each kiss pushing his tongue against you until finally slipping past the tight muscle inside of your body. 

His grip on your body tightens as he pulls you tight against his face, tongue swirling inside of you as you writhe and cry out above him. Fuck — you’ve never had anyone eat your ass like this before and it’s so lewd and sexy and fuck, you should’ve expected this from Jean. 

Your grip around his hair tightens and he groans against your skin, tongue gently fucking inside of you as you whimper and squirm. It’s so hot you can’t even think, just feeling the burn of heat throughout your body and Jean’s fingers digging into the meat of your ass. You bring your hand down between your legs to swirl your fingers against your clit, eager to cum again on Jean’s face.

This orgasm is more intense than the last, your whole body pulsing with pleasure as you squeeze around Jean’s tongue. He groans in approval, pushing his tongue deep inside of you as you shake and cry above him. 

His movements slow to a stop as you fall forward, both hands gripping hard on to the headrest as you try to calm your spinning head. Jean gently shifts your hips back until you’re sitting on his chest and you make the mistake of looking down at his face. 

His entire face is flushed with arousal, the lower half slick and shining with your juices. His pupils are so blown-out that his eyes are just two dark pools of lust as he pants between your thighs. 

“Fuck,” he groans, leaning forward to sink his teeth gently into the meat of your inner thigh. “Do you want to keep going?”

You offer a jerky nod in response. You’re so lightheaded and weary but when Jean’s looking up at you like this, how could you say no?

You feel his palm shift on your ass until the pad of his middle finger is swirling against the puckered hole. “I wanna fuck your ass so bad,” he growls and the deep vibrations in his chest make you clench in anticipation. “You ever have anyone in here before?”

“No,” you say as he starts to apply a little pressure. 

He grins devilishly below you. “Yeah? This is a virgin ass?”

“Yes,” you whimper, eyes falling closed as he gently pushes against your tight ring. You want him so fucking bad, you feel delirious. Your hips are gently pushing back against his finger, body hot in anticipation of him sinking the slick digit into your virigin ass.

“Shit,” he hisses, removing the pressure and rubbing circles against the entrance. “Next time. When we have lube,” he says regretfully, tugging his lip between his teeth. “Then I’ll ruin this little hole with my fat cock.”

His words cause you to visibly shudder in anticipation, pressing your hands against his shoulders as you struggle to catch your breath. “Ok,” you say, swallowing thickly. “What now?”

Jean’s eyes glint with mischief as he drags your body back down into his lap, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he rolls over until you’re pinned beneath him. You love the way he just grabs you and throws you around like a little doll, knees pressing hard against his hips in anticipation as he looms above you. 

“I want to make it up to you for everything I said,” he says, leaning down to kiss along your jaw. “I want to show you how sorry I am,” the kisses trail down your neck, “Show you how much you mean to me,” across your collarbones, “I want you to forgive me.”

You breathe in stuttered gasps as his teeth sink into the soft skin in the curve between your neck and shoulder. He groans in approval, still holding you tight against his chest with one arm while the other hand pushes his dress pants down and off of his hips. The full weight of his body is pressing into you and it’s both suffocating and not enough, all at once.

After kicking his pants off, he brings his hand to your hip, rubbing up and down your thigh as he rolls his hips against yours. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he says, voice gruff against your skin. “So fucking good, ok?”

“Ok,” you whimper as his hand slides between your thighs. 

Jean unwraps his arm from around your waist to press his palm flat against the backrest of the chair, looking down at you as his fingers tease your entrance, your underwear is stretched completely out of shape and pulled off to the side. You’re already so slick and wet from spit and cum, so his hands slide easily up and down your folds, swirling around your clit. 

You whimper out his name when he pushes four of his long, thick fingers inside of you. He presses into the knuckle and your body practically sucks him in, squeezing tightly around his digits. 

Jean’s breathing hard above you as he gently pumps his fingers in and out of your wet heat. The sounds your body makes are lewd and sloppy, but all you can focus on is the steadily building pressure of another orgasm. 

“Close already?” he teases and you hide your face with both palms as your back arches off the seat. “You cum so fast for me, I love it.”

“Feels good,” your slur, whimpering into your hands. 

“You like it when I touch you?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” he mimics, voice high and airy as his fingers pump and curl inside of you. 

“Yeah,” you repeat, voice just a shaky whimper as you clench your eyes shut. 

“I love watching you cum,” he grunts. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you whine.

“Say it. What do you want?”

“I want you to make me cum,” you gasp as his fingers keep bullying that soft, sensitive spot on the front wall of your cunt.

“You want me to make you cum… what?” he taunts and you have to swallow thickly before you can speak again.

“Make me cum, Jean, please,” you beg.

Jean starts pumping his hand up and down, practically lifting your hips up with each movement as you squirm beneath him. Filling the car with the obscene wet sounds of his hand moving quickly inside of you as you twitch and writhe beneath him.

“Jean -- wait, wait -- I feel like --” you reach forward for him, grabbing hard at his arms as you whimper.

“Trust me, just relax,” he grunts, jaw tight as he continues his rough movements inside of you.

Fireworks explode in your gut and you cry out in pleasure, feeling dizzy and lightheaded as the wet sounds between your legs turn into splashing as liquid coats your thighs, your underwear, and Jean’s hand and arm.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groans, breathing hard above you as he watches you make a mess. “Squirt for me, just like that.”

Jean pulls his hand from inside of you, rubbing his palm across your sore, soaking pussy as your entire body throbs in pleasure. You can feel your hole twitching and gushing against his hand, but the firm pressure and heat of his palm against you helps calm your pounding heart.

“What the fuck?” you mumble, breathing hard. You open your eyes a crack to look up at Jean, who’s staring down at your with a cheeky grin as he cups your overstimulated pussy. “I’m sorry, did I just --?”

“Told you I could make you squirt,” he says, rolling his tongue against his cheek smugly as he looks down at your soaking thighs. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

“Jesus Christ, Jean,” you groan, loosening your grip on his arms to cover your burning face. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire but you’re still covered in goosebumps and shivering -- what the fuck did Jean just do to you?

“Do you need a break?” he asks, shifting above you. You feel his hard cock graze against your thigh and you feel the stir of arousal in your gut once more.

“Keep going,” you beg, voice just a shaky whimper as his palm presses harder against your clit. 

He nods in response, removing his hand to grab around his cock. You watch him pump your slick across his length, swallowing loudly as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Still friends, right?” he asks, eyes flicking up to your face. Asking again, ridiculously, as if the line is drawn somewhere between stuffing his tongue in your ass and his cock in your cunt.

You nod frantically and watch as his eyes dart back down, watching your pussy stretch for him as he pushes inside of you. 

You’re so wet and messy from everything he’s done to you tonight that his cock slides in easily. Pushing against your tight walls as he stretches you open -- fills you completely with his length. Your jaw hangs open, watching him slide into you until his hips are pressed firmly against yours. You’ll never get over the feeling of Jean’s dick this deep inside of you -- like it’s about to come out your throat.

“Shit, you’re still so tight,” he groans, grinding his hips against yours gently, rocking back and forth in a way that has his hips sliding against your clit. “Even after all of that.”

You can only offer a breathless whimper in response, eyes brimming with tears from the feeling of your sore, overstimulated pussy pulsing around him. Jean raises his hands up to cup your face, pressing his forehead firmly against yours as his thumbs brush away the stray tears.

“Is it too much?” You shake your head gently but can’t seem to make any words form in your agape mouth. “Come on, talk to me.”

He stills completely inside of you and finally -- finally -- you feel like you can catch your breath. Jean pushes the sweaty strands of your hair as he looks down at you with concern. “We can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” you answer, throat hoarse. “Please keep going.”

“I’m going to break you,” he warns, but he can’t hide his excitement as his eyes light up. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you whimper, “Please.”

He bites his lip in a feeble attempt to hide his grin, “Ok. Whatever you say,” he hums. Jean presses his lips against yours softly and you barely have the strength to pucker against his mouth before he pulls away. 

“I’ll try to make this quick,” he says, pressing one palm against the seat while his other hooks your leg up on to his shoulder, gripping your thigh as he holds you close to his chest. “I’m just going to use you, ok?” He shifts his hands so that he can throw your other leg on to his shoulder, until you’re completely bent in half beneath him, knees pressed tightly against the seat next to your chest.

“Ok,” you squeak and his grin turns sinister.

Jean rocks his hips back and forth, pulling back as your pussy tries to suck him back in and then thrusting into you hard. His motions have your eyes rolling back into your head, but you still reach up to lace your fingers together behind his neck, tugging him closer into you and deeper inside.

“Fuck,” he growls, and he doesn’t sound like the same Jean you’ve known these past few years. “You’re just my little fuck toy, aren’t you?”

You moan louder in response, eyes falling shut as you feel his hand shift from your thigh to around your throat. He squeezes gently, not enough to make you feel lightheaded, but enough to make you feel like he could.

“I wanna stuff every single one of these fucking holes,” he grunts, fingers sliding up your chin until they’re hooked into your mouth, pressing hard against your tongue. His pace against you is punishing and you can already feel the steady build of another orgasm as your body clenches around him.

“Fuck, you like that, eh?” he asks, stuffing his fingers deeper into your mouth. “Gonna cum so hard for me -- do you even have anything left?”

He laughs when you whimper around his fingers, lips wrapping around them and tonguing the underside as you imagine it’s his cock in your mouth instead. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth, in tandem with the snapping of his hips.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he says, but he spits it like it’s an insult. “Fuck, you’re un-fucking-real, you know that?”

You try to open your eyes to look up at them, but they’re so filled with tears from Jean shoving his fingers down your throat that you can hardly see. You can hear him laughing again and -- fuck, he’s so mean but you love it.

Every thought in your head disappears when his hips start to fuck into you harder and faster. Your mouth hangs open as you moan in pleasure, drool spilling down your cheek when Jean pulls his fingers out. He leans down further, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head forward until your chin is pressed against your chest.

“Look at how fucking messy this pussy is for me,” he grunts, forcing you to look down between your bodies.

His cock is so thick as it plunges deep inside of you, spilling your wetness against your thighs when he pulls back covered in milky white. You can see the veins in his cock throbbing every time he fucks into you, his hips slapping against your thighs. You reach out with your hands to grab at his thighs, digging your nails into his skin as the lewd sight of Jean’s cock fucking you sends you completely over the edge.

You tremble underneath him, babbling out incoherently as you squeeze around his length. It’s messy and sloppy but -- fuck, it feels so good and all you can think about is the way his dick is pounding into your body, like you were made just to take his cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses, each breath coming out in stuttered pants as he tries to fuck into the tight pulsing walls of your pussy. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

You’re unable to form a single word as your body trembles beneath him. So fucking overstimulated and overwhelmed that you don’t even feel like you’re on this planet anymore, grounded only by the tugging of Jean’s hand on your hair.

He pulls out suddenly, cock falling heavy on your stomach as your legs fall on either side of him, and he doesn’t even need to touch himself before his cock is spitting out thick ropes of cum across your breasts and stomach. A few of the spurts of his cum shoot out with such force that they paint part of your face. Jean moans loudly with each pulse as his cock twitches against you until it’s is just drooling the last of his cum from the tip.

You’re both panting like you just finished sprinting a marathon, chests heaving as you struggle to fill your lungs with air. The car is so hot and humid from your body heat, windows fogged completely, and you’re certain that Jean’s leather seat is ruined from all of the cum, sweat, tears, and squirt that’s coating it.

“Shit,” Jean groans, releasing his punishing grip on your hair to reach down for his cock. He gives it a few final strokes before he slides his hand under your lower back, and rolls with you until you’re laying on top of him.

You move your palms to his chest as he wraps his arm tightly around your waist and you can feel the heavy pounding of his heart in his chest. “Shit,” he repeats, running his free hand through his hair to brush the sweaty strands away from his face, before settling his palm on the back of his head.

“Holy shit,” he says again, panting, and this time you laugh. “What?”

“Are you good?” you tease, but your voice is weak and shaky and it doesn’t come across as snarky as you want it to.

“Yeah, shit,” he says, still panting. “Are you good?”

“Yeah,” you agree, swallowing thickly.

He reaches down to finger the window switch on the door of his car and groans when it doesn’t respond. “Shit, I gotta turn on the car for a sec.”

Jean cradles you against his chest as he sits up, scooting forward in his chair until he can step on the brake before thumbing the ignition switch. The car quietly purrs to life so this time, when Jean flips the window switch, it starts to lower.

“S’hot in here,” he mumbles, face pressed against the side of your head and he lowers you both back against the chair. He takes in a slow, deep breath, wrapping both arms around your body and squeezing you close.

The two of you lay like that for quite some time, feeling refreshed with the cool breeze from outside as your body temperature finally lowers to normal. You’re so exhausted that you end up dozing off a little on Jean’s chest to the sound of his heartbeat and the small circles his finger draws on your back.

Jean peppers soft kisses against your face until your eyes flutter back open, looking up at him with dazed, glassy eyes as he smiles softly.

“You good?” he asks again, giving you a small squeeze around your waist.

“I wanna stay here forever,” you admit, closing your eyes again and breathing in his scent. “This is nice.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, hand reaching up to smooth down the hair on the back of your head. “But… I gotta go to work tomorrow, so we should probably leave soon.” You whine childishly, clinging to him tighter while he laughs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You could always come back with me.”

Your nose scrunches at the thought and you find yourself pushing yourself up, palms flat on Jean’s chest as you sit on his lap, looking down at his still-flushed and wet face. 

“You’re a mess,” you laugh, reaching forward with one hand to palm at his mouth, cleaning the mess of your mixed fluids off his face.

Jean just smiles in response, reaching a hand down to slowly incline his seat back to it’s normal, upright position. “So,” he says, clicking his tongue. “Does that mean you’re coming back?”

“I can’t,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m housesitting for Reiner.”

“Right,” he nods, hands shifting to rest on your hips. “But after?”

“Maybe after,” you agree and he grins. Jean leans forward to kiss you and it starts slow and soft but when you feel his tongue brushing against your lips, you pull back to keep the kiss chaste. “I’m really sorry about your seat.”

He laughs, eyes crinkling. “It’s fine. That’s what leather seats are for, right?”

“Ew,” you whine, fingers toying with the golden hairs on his chest. 

“So…”

“So,” you repeat, eyes fixed down at his chest.

“Now that we’ve got our heads clear again, should we talk?”

You snort, eyes darting up to meet his but they quickly move back down to his chest as you feel your face burning in embarrassment. “I don’t know… things are kind of complicated right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Jean says and the hurt is evident in his voice. “I was stupid, I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know, but you did,” you say, eyes still low. “I really like you, Jean, and this… whatever this is, that we’re doing… I like that, too -- but, I need assurance that you’re not going to freak out and push me away again.”

“I don’t want you feel like that but… yeah, fuck.” Jean sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair nervously. “Is this making things more complicated?” he asks, gesturing between the two of you.

“Yes,” you say hesitantly, “Probably.”

“Then, should we not?”

“Yes,” you say, even more hesitantly, “Probably.”

“But, do you want to stop?”

You have to bite your lip to hide your grin but you know it doesn’t work, so instead you lean forward until your chin is resting on Jean’s shoulder. “No,” you admit quietly and he laughs.

“Yeah, fuck.”

His arms wrap around your tighter, pulling you close against his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “You’re so important to me,” he admits, cheek pressing against your neck. “I hate that I screwed things up with you… but I don’t know what to do.”

Your frown, feeling your heart go cold from Jean’s words, and you squirm in his lap. “We should head back.”

Jean swallows loudly, hands ghosting around you as you make your way back to your seat. “Yeah,” he says, “Ok.”

“By the way,” you say as you shimmy back into your clothing, the fabric sticking to your clammy, sweaty body. Your underwear is wet and cold against your skin, and you contemplate just ditching them completely. “Did you know you turn into a completely different person during sex?”

He laughs, searching his car for a cloth or some napkins or something to clean up his wet seat before he pulls on his pants. “Yeah, fuck, sorry.”

“No, I don’t mind,” you assure, watching as Jean decides to clean off his seat with his underwear. “I just didn’t know you’d be like that. You kinda strike me as the romantic type.”

“I can do romance,” he hums, tossing his wet underwear into the backseat before pulling up his dress pants. “It’s just hard to think when all my blood’s in my dick,” he laughs, “I just go into like, demon mode, y’know?”

“Yeah, fuck,” you laugh, “I know.”

He snorts, reaching across the centre console to grab your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, you like it, too.”

#tiff.fic #tbaw.fic #tbaw.deleted #FILTH

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Eren with a breeding kink makes me go brrrrrr.

honestly, yeah.

he gets so excited the first time you tell him to cum inside of you, he cums immediately. pushing his hips until they’re flush against your thighs, until the head of his cock is kissing your cervix, until cum is sliding down the sides of his cock.

even then, he doesn’t pull out. he just keeps making deep, desperate groans as he grinds into you. trying to get deeper and deeper as he fills you. the only thing running through his mind is how sexy you’ll look when you’re swollen with his baby. how everyone will know how good he fucks you.

and the thought gets him so worked up until he’s fucking you again, his cock already so sore and overstimulated but — fuck — he just needs to see you dripping. he needs to see how messy you are after taking load after load and he’s still so hard for you, it doesn’t take long before he’s cumming again. cock twitching and pulsing inside of you as he pants and groans into your neck. telling you how perfect you are, how much he loves you, how he’s going to breed this fucking pussy until you’re begging him to stop.

#tiff.ask #aot #eren #cw pregnancy #cw breeding #tbaw.fic

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absolutely need to know what jeans kinks are in detail cononically w tbaw 🤭

ah! a question i’m able to answer 🥰 there’s actually a nasty deleted smut scene w jean that i cut out because it served no plot purpose and was basically completely self-indulgent…

so i have a very detailed response for u anon!!

╰┈➤ kinks in bed - tbaw.

ft. jean/fem!reader

cw. explicit sexual content, explicit language.

jean is nasty in bed!! he tries to pretend like he’s not, especially when him and eren were besties, because eren and jean got compared to one another so much growing up and eren already had a reputation for being a fuck boy. jean didn’t want ppl to think he’s like that too.

but because he’s got such a big dick, he’s got such little blood flow to his brain 🥺 so when he’s really horny he goes completely crazy in bed

idk the proper name for this, but jean definitely has a wet and messy kink. he wants to spit in your mouth and watch you swallow it. spit on your pussy before he eats it. he wants to make you squirt all over him and his sheets. he wants to cum inside of you and then eat it out. he would go fucking crazy if he came in your mouth and then you spat it back into his 🥵

loooooves ass play. he loves the idea of stretching your ass out to take him, working you up to it (plz see my previous anal headcanons w jean for more detail). if you wanted to finger his ass or try pegging, he would be sooooo down because of course, bi!jean supremacy, so he has experience in this area.

tbaw!jean is so insecure of himself so of course, he has a praise kink. he needs to hear you tell him that he’s the best you’ve ever had. he needs to hear you say that he’s the only guy that’s ever made you feel this way — that he’s the only man you want. he wants you to make him feel like he’s an absolute sex god and that you’ll be thinking about him when you touch yourself for the rest of your life. (hmmm praise kink or ego thing 🤔)

marking. this ties in w the praise kink, but he loves it that you scratch open his back during sex. it’s like proof of how good he is 💀 not only that, but it’s almost like a possessive thing? he’ll mark you up too with hickeys on your neck, breasts, and thighs — places that someone would only see if they had you naked.

and finally, jean is into choking 😩 his hands are just so big and they perfectly wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides and cutting the blood flow off a little bit while he’s fucking you — and honestly, he doesn’t even need to squeeze. just wrapping his hand around your throat is enough. it’s probably like a trust thing for him? like that you feel so comfortable letting him hold you in a way that could really hurt you, but trusting him not too. (which is probably a giant, billboard-sized red flag w his violence issues but…….)

wow look at the ways that jean’s issues manifest themselves in his kinks 💀

#quick!! now somebody ask me eren’s!! #tiff.ask #tiff.fic #tbaw.fic #jean #jean.hc

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╰┈➤ finally, a night alone (e) - tbaw. ⋙ an alternate version of eren and reader's last night together before visiting the kirsteins

why was it deleted. literally so much of the story changed so this chapter doesn't fit anymore with what's going on. what changed. eren, jean, reader, and pieck were all sharing a room together. also there was no mental-health subplot and reader was actually good at her job! pieck wasn't so bitchy. eren is a little meaner during sex. ft. fem!reader, eren, jean, pieck. cw. unedited, fem!reader, explicit language, explicit sexual content (mutual masturbation, blowjob, dirty talk, thigh riding, edging, fingering, creampie, squirting), degradation (whore, bitch). 6,300 words.

Please remember that this scene was deleted for a reason and that nothing that happens here occurs in the actual story posted on AO3. This is just fun bonus content for people who are interested in reading more.

context. none needed? eren makes a promise to you at some point prior to this chapter that he wants to wait for the weekend to have sex with you.

In the evenings, Eren and Jean go to the gym together while you and Pieck stay up at the hotel, separately watching Netflix shows on your laptops before bed. You had joined the two boys at the gym for the first day, deciding that a little non-sexual cardio wouldn’t hurt. You realized the error of your choice almost immediately when Eren and Jean both pulled off their shirts as they did their exercises.

Although they didn’t get along, the two tolerated each other’s presence. At the gym, it was more like competitive cooperation. Each boy challenging the other to lift more, work harder, sweat more. You had to leave after a quick 10-minute run because you were getting so hot watching them work out. Since then, you haven't been back. 

You and Eren have been keeping a distance from one another for once. It’s difficult to find opportunities to be alone and he seems to be serious about his promise to wait until the weekend, so you find it easier to just ignore him completely, but in the mornings when you go into the shower after him it’s intoxicating. You’ve definitely touched yourself there to thoughts of him, surrounded by the thick scent of his vanilla cologne. You wonder if he ever does the same.

On Friday afternoon, it’s hard to focus on work when the excitement of the weekend looms near. Petra and Oluo are satisfied with the amount of work everyone has completed so far, so they are allowing you all to take this weekend off from work. As a result, there is more chatter in the boardroom than there has been all week.

“We should all do something together this weekend,” Pieck suggests, clapping her hands.

“We’ve been working together all week and you want us to spend more time together?” Eren asks with a scoff.

Petra sighs, “You kids can go do something this weekend if you want. Oluo and I still have a lot to work on still for some other clients.” Petra and Oluo have been ghosts of their typical selves. You get the impression that, while your workload is heavy, theirs is even worse.

“I actually kind of want to go visit my mom while we’re here,” Jean says sheepishly. You forgot he grew up here in Trost.

Pieck looks between you and Eren, “I guess it’ll just be the three of us then!”

You meet Eren’s eyes and watch as they darken under your gaze. His eyes trail down slowly from your mouth to your chest before slowly climbing back to meet your eyes. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip seductively, the corners of his lips turning up into a smirk. You purse your lips as you feel a heat pooling between your legs. Finally, your chance to be alone together.

“... Or not,” Pieck says quietly, interrupting your eyefucking with Eren.

Jean clears his throat, “Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to come with me to see my mom.”

You turn away from Eren to look over at Jean, noticing that he’s staring at you expectantly. “Me?”

“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “We’ve been friends for years and she’s never met you, she always gives me a hard time about it.”

Your heart swells with happiness, he talked about you to his mom? “Yeah, totally! I would love to,” you say, grinning.

You turn back to Eren to give him an apologetic look but see his eyes narrowed a Jean, biting his cheek. “You really wanna hang out with him this weekend?” he asks.

Yes, desperately. But you don’t say that. “We can leave sometime tomorrow maybe?” you suggest, turning back to Jean.

He shrugs, “Yeah, that’ll work. I can get her to come pick us up in the morning.”

“Then we’ll have tonight together,” Pieck says happily. “What if we bought some drinks and played games?”

“That… actually sounds kind of fun,” you say, surprising yourself. After a tough week of only working, eating, and sleeping, a fun distraction with your coworkers could be nice.

“Ok, enough chatter,” Petra says sharply. “We can clock out in three hours, try and stay somewhat focused until then.”

The four of you all turn back to your computers, but you have a hard time staying on task. Jean talked about you to his mom! Jean wants you to meet her! It looks like your jealousy tactic with Eren is working.

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Since it’s Pieck’s idea, she volunteers to go pick up food and alcohol for the evening when you all get back to the room, borrowing the keys to one of the rental cars from Oluo. “Does anyone want to come with me?”

“Jean does,” Eren says quickly, shooting a look his way. “Right?”

Jean holds his hands up defensively, “You didn’t have to volunteer me, I would’ve gone anyway.” He looks over at you, “Any special requests?”

“Wine?” you suggest, setting your work bag down to flop onto the bed. “And maybe pizza or something easy for food?”

Pieck nods, locking arms with Jean much to your disdain. “You got it! See you guys later, we’ll be back in…” she looks down at the watch, “Probably an hour or so?”

Eren crawls onto the bed and overtop of you, caging you between his arms. “Take your time,” he says, eyes locked on yours. You’re not happy about Pieck and Jean running off alone together, but the ache between your thighs when Eren’s eyes meet yours overrides your jealousy.

You hear Pieck squeak in surprise before she drags Jean out of the room, the room door slamming shut behind them. You keep your eyes on Eren as he drinks in your body, already breathing hard.

“Are you sure you want to go hang out with Jean this weekend?” he asks, leaning down to kiss your neck. “We could have sooo much fun together.”

You hum in response, tilting your head to lengthen your neck for Eren. He starts to unbutton your blouse, mouth trailing lower to the tops of your breasts. “Are you jealous?” you ask as he pulls down your bra to expose your nipple.

At this, he pinches your nipple gently, causing you to arch your back up into him. “What did you say?” he dares as he reaches his hand behind your back to undo your bra completely.

“I said,” you pause, smirking down at him as he looks up at you, mouth hovering over the sensitive nub. “Are you jealous?” you repeat.

He closes his mouth around your nipple, teeth gently digging into the soft skin as you gasp. With one hand, he pushes your open blouse and bra off your shoulders, tossing them off to the side and leaving you topless in front of him. “Brat,” he says as he moves his mouth from one nipple to the other.

You reach your hands down to tangle in his hair, pulling it free from his half-up do and allowing his dark strands to fall down on your chest as he tongues your nipple. You mewl and gasp at his touch as his hands grip around your waist tightly, his large hands enveloping you completely.

“You haven’t been fucked properly in a while,” he says, voice slow and deep. “You must’ve forgotten how good I am to you.”

“You think you’re good?” you challenge. He lifts his head up to yours, eyes dark and half-lidded.

“Let’s see if you can keep this attitude up.”

You bite down on your lip to stop from moaning as his tongue moves along your neck while his one hand works on unbuttoning your work pants. His hand slides down across your underwear, palming at your clit. You gasp from the touch of his warm hand against your clothed pussy — you did forget how good he was to you. His hand is so much bigger and warmer than yours, you can’t wait to have him inside of you.

Eren sits up on his knees to pull off your pants and underwear completely, leaving you naked on the bed below him. He undoes his tie slowly before working on his dress shirt, looking down at you with predatory eyes.

You lower your hands to grab at your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples as he removes his shirt. You can see the imprint of his dick straining against his work pants as he starts to work on his belt, pulling it completely free from his pants before unbuttoning and unzipping them to alleviate some of the strain. 

You drag a hand down your stomach to play with yourself, fingers trailing up and down along your slit, spreading the wetness across your folds. Eren reaches down into his underwear, pulling his cock free to stroke it infront of you. 

“Keep going,” he says. “If you’re so fucking good at it, why don’t you make yourself cum for me.”

You lick your lower lip, eyes darkening as you look up at Eren. “Sure, I’ve been doing this all week.” You use your finger to swirl some of your wetness over your clit before you start to rub at it gently, gasping softly as you feel heat pooling in your core. 

Eren’s eyebrows raise in surprise at your words, still lazily stroking himself as he watches your hand. “Oh yeah? When?”

“In the shower,” you say, voice breathy as you dip a finger down to tease at your hole. “When I go in after you.”

“Really,” Eren says, his voice almost a growl as he watches you slowly slide a single finger inside of yourself. “Tell me more.”

“I think -- about you,” you say, voice stuttering as you start to pump your finger in and out of your wet cunt. With your other hand you keep squeezing and pinching your nipple, eyes fixed on Eren’s thick cock, heavy in his hand. “I think about… your cock inside of me,” you continue, “Filling me up, fucking me good,” you gasp as you slide a second finger inside of yourself.

Your fingers are small and thin and they don’t stretch you out the way Eren’s do, but you keep fucking yourself, mouth falling open as you gasp in pleasure. You watch the tendons in Eren’s hand flex as he grips himself harder, but still maintains a slow pace while he watches you.

Watching Eren jerking himself off while he watches you touch yourself is hotter than you could imagine. His eyes trail down from your flushed face to your heaving chest before settling down to watch your fingers pump in and out of your wet heat. He’s breathing hard above you, muscles tense as he slowly strokes his length, swirling his leaking precum around his tip. 

You can get yourself off quickly -- a practiced skill from sneaking orgasms in the morning all week, so you can already feel the coil tightening in your chest as you play with yourself. You reach a hand up towards Eren’s abs, running your nails down them as your fingers continue to work you toward an orgasm. “Eren,” you gasp, hips bucking up into your hand. Your eyes shut and your head falls back against the pillow, fingers pumping harder into your cunt as your heel grinds against your clit. “Eren — feels so good —“

You picture Eren’s cock buried inside of you, fucking deep into you as he pants and sweats on top of you. You imagine his mouth sucking around your nipple as his fingers swirl around your clit, egging you on as your orgasm builds.

The real Eren leans down over your body, one hand pressed against the mattress while the other pumps along the length of his cock. He presses his open mouth against your neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses. “Cum for me, baby,” he growls. 

His deep voice vibrates straight into your core, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as you lose yourself in an orgasm. You gasp out his name, arching your back up into him while your pussy clenches rhythmically against your fingers. 

He groans into your neck as you shake against him, “Good girl.” His words make you whimper, pulling your slick fingers from your cunt to rub against your sensitive clit. Eyes opening, you’re met with Eren’s flushed face, biting his lip hard from watching you orgasm to the thought of him. “I can’t believe you cum all over your fingers like this every morning when we’re all just sitting right outside.”

Removing his hand from his cock, he wraps your legs around his waist, lifting you up off the bed with him. “Since you like thinking about me in the shower, why don’t I fuck you in there?” he says, kicking off his pants as he carries you with him into the bathroom. 

You grab hard at his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you suck and kiss along his neck. Eren sets you down on the counter in the bathroom, hands roaming up your thighs as he ravages your neck. “I missed your body,” he groans, teeth sinking into the soft skin of your shoulder.

“I missed you too,” you admit, feeling a burn of embarrassment despite having just masturbated in front of him. “Eren, let me taste you,” you pull his face away from your shoulder by his chin, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Ok,” he says with a shuddering breath, stepping away from you just enough for you to hop off the counter.

You grab his hips and guide him to lean back on the counter while you get down on your knees in front of him. He pulls your hair back with a shaky hand, his thick, dripping cock aching and desperate to be swallowed.

Looking up at him, you wrap your hand around his length, licking your lips. “I missed you so much, Eren,” you whine, hand gliding along his cock, thumb swirling across his slit to smear his precum across his head.

He exhales heavily, biting his lip as he watches you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you respond, pressing a soft kiss on the head of his cock. “Did you miss me?”

“I missed you so fucking much, baby.”

It feels like the two of you haven’t seen each other in months when really you’ve been no less than six feet apart from one another all week -- but it was torture. You suffered through watching him get dressed: thick thighs straining against the stretch of his dress pants (wishing you could grind your clit against the firm muscle) and fingers working expertly on his tie each morning (imagining those fingers buried deep inside of you). Anytime the two of you even so much as brushed past each other in the office, you could feel desire pooling in your core. You were so grateful for Pieck’s suggestion today to go get food and drinks.

You press your tongue flat against the base of his cock, trailing up to his head before swirling your tongue around his tip. You watch as he hisses a sharp intake of breath, one hand clutched desperately onto the counter as you wrap your lips around him.

You take him into your mouth, slowly, at first. Pushing him in slightly and then pulling back before taking slightly more of him again, trying to coat his cock in your saliva. His grip on your hair tightens when you flick your tongue across his head before lowering yourself further along his length.

“Yeah, babe -- you’re so good, so fucking good,” he whines, voice high and airy.

When you and Eren fuck it’s always a battle of dominance, you love to piss him off and he loves turning you into a sobbing, drooling mess. But when you’re on your knees for him with his cock in your mouth, you can easily turn this arrogant asshole desperate and needy and you love it.

You finally take his full length down your throat, eyes watering as you press your nose into the small bundle of dark curls at the base of his cock. Eren is breathing hard above you, eyes wide as you flatten your tongue along his length. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he sighs, thumbing away the tear that falls from your eye.

After you finish showing off, you pull off of him completely, his cock achingly hard and glistening from your spit. “Do you like that?” you ask, smirking as you stroke along his length.

“I love it, babe,” he says, “I love -- ahh, fuck,” you cut him off by taking his cock into your mouth again, working on it rhythmically with your mouth and hand. His hand grips your hair tighter as his hips start to buck into your mouth.

Your cheeks hollow around his cock as you suck his length, tonguing his tip with every pass as you twist your wrist in time with your mouth. Eren throws his head back, moaning out your name as you suck his dick. “Such a good girl,” he pants, “You’re so fucking good to me.”

The praise eggs you on. Clenching your thighs together to tame the heat burning in your core, you let your tongue lay flat against the bottom of his cock as your head bobs on his length. He groans in approval, hips bucking gently into your mouth. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck.”

He’s gritting his teeth now, staring down at you as his hips buck harder into your mouth, the head of his cock pushing into your throat with every movement -- he’s close, you can tell -- but he doesn’t want to cum, he’s still holding back.

You use the salvia building around his base to work your hand along his cock, moving your hand and your mouth in time with one another as you pull him closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he whimpers, no conviction behind his voice as you throat his cock. “You gotta stop, you gotta -- fuck.”

Whimpering and whining like a needy mess, Eren bites his lip hard. You stare up at him with wide, innocent eyes, daring him to cum. Do it. Cum in my throat. You can see in his eyes that he wants to -- but you know he also wants to fuck you.

With a strangled moan, he jerks your head back by the hair, pulling you completely off of him and letting his cock slap up against his stomach, hard, heavy, and red. He grips the swollen head of his cock tightly as his chest heaves, body almost trembling from the sensation. “I said stop,” he gasps, “I was so close.”

You pout, upset that you weren’t able to make him unravel in your mouth. You wanted to taste him so badly. “You never let me swallow,” you whine.

Eren’s too exhausted to give you a snarky comment back, still reeling from your mouth on him. “No,” he says, “I don’t.” He pulls you up to your feet, his mouth crashing against yours. Wrapping both arms around your waist, he spins the two of you around until your ass is pressed against the edge of the counter. He squeezes you hard against his body and you can feel his cock throbbing against your stomach. “I’m gonna make you regret that,” he says against your lips. 

Eren kisses you like he can’t get enough. His lips move hard against yours, his tongue snaking out from his mouth to play with yours as you try to devour him. He nudges his thigh between your legs and presses it against your soaking pussy. You moan into his mouth, unable to stop your hips from grinding down onto the strong muscle of his thigh, just like you imagined.

“What else do you think about,” he asks, hands trailing down from your waist to your hips to help you grind harder against him. “When you’re thinking about me?”

Looking up into his eyes you can see how much it excites him that you told him that. That you make yourself cum to thoughts of him every morning — he’s obsessed. You want to laugh but when his hands roll your hips against his thigh you moan instead. 

“Fuck —“

“Tell me, I wanna know.”

You grab his biceps for stability as you grind down on him, his cock still leaking precum and leaving a mess on your stomach. “Your hands,” you gasp, “All over me — touching me — inside of me.”

His fingers dig harder into your skin as you speak, a glint shining in his eyes. He can tell your arousal is making it difficult for you to speak, so he helps you. “Yeah? You like it when I grab you?”

“Yes, Eren!”

“Like it when I fuck you with my fingers? Stretch that pretty little pussy out and make you squeeze and cum all over my hand?”

Your hips build speed against his thigh, coating it in your slick wetness as you chase an orgasm. “Eren, yes — fuck.”

“Tell me more,” he commands, slowing your grinding by grabbing your hips tightly in his hands. “Use your words, baby.”

Your face is hot and you can’t tell if it’s from your growing arousal or your embarrassment as you say, “I think about your head between my thighs… and your mouth on my pussy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and your tongue on my clit —“ It’s definitely from embarrassment, you realize, as you duck your gaze away from Eren’s amused smirk. He’s loving this. You love to tease him but you’ve never been so vulgar before, he’s usually the one whispering lewd things in your ear when he stuffs you with his cock. “I think about the way you eat me out, and how quickly you can make me cum on your tongue.”

Like a reward, his hands move your hips faster back and forth on his leg. Your nails dig hard into his arms as you feel your orgasm rapidly building from the sensation.

“Fuck — Eren, that feels so good,” you whine, throwing your head back and letting him move your hips against his leg. 

“Yeah? You like grinding on my leg like a lil whore?” He presses his thigh against you harder and you let out a deep, gutteral groan.

“Yes, Eren!”

“You’re such a needy little bitch,” he growls, “Can’t even wait for my cock, have to grind you clit on my thigh.”

You just let out a strangled moan in response. He is right, you are needy little bitch.

“You’re making such a fuckin mess of my leg,” he says, leaning down to lick and suck on your neck. “Are you close?”

“‘M right there, baby —“

You can feel him smirk against you skin for a moment before he says, “Good.” Eren holds your hips still and removes the pressure of his thigh against your leg, leaving you shocked and aching. 

“Fuck you,” you whine. You try to reach a hand between your legs to finish yourself off but he grabs your wrist before you can make contact. 

“Not yet, babe,” he tsks, “I’m not finished with you.” Grabbing the backs of your thighs, he lifts you up onto the counter, legs spread wide. He brushes his fingers against your dripping cunt, moving softly against your folds and teasing your hole.

You lean back on the counter, shoulders pressed against the mirror as you watch Eren’s eyes hungrily dance across your body. He is going to punish you for trying to make him cum earlier — he is going to tease you and edge you until you can’t take it anymore and you are so fucking excited.

“Look at you, you’re dripping,” he laughs, deep from his chest as his fingers ghost against your pussy. “I love how fuckin messy you get.” You can’t control the way your hips move with his hand, desperate to have him inside of you. Your pussy clenches around nothing, so swollen and needy to be fucked. 

He slides one finger inside of you at first. It goes in easily from the slickness of your cunt, and you already feel some relief. You gasp out a breathy moan as you grind your hips down into his hand for more stimulation. 

“So fuckin needy,” he whispers. Eren holds your hips down with his other hand while he moves his finger in and out of your pussy. Slowly, so agonizingly slow, you’re whining and desperate for more. “I love it when you’re so fucked out like this for me,” he groans, teasing your entrance before pushing another finger inside of you. 

His two fingers are so much thicker than yours and it feels so good. You whimper as he moves his fingers slowly, scissoring them inside of you but never quite hitting you where you need him most.

You try to grind your hips down onto his hand for more stimulation but his hold on you is too strong. “You can’t even fuckin control yourself around me -- you want me so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, Eren -- please!” you’re practically crying.

“Baby, you’re so wet. I bet I could --” you feel another finger press gently against your entrance before sliding inside of you. You shudder at the feeling of three of Eren’s thick fingers pumping in your pussy. “Such a good girl,” he sigh, throwing his head back and letting his eyes fall shut as he enjoys the feeling of you squeezing around his fingers.

You can hear the slick wet sucking sounds of your pussy clenching around his digits as he fingers you. It feels so good to be stretched out like this, but it’s nothing compared to his cock. You bite your lip and moan as he grinds the heel of his hand into your clit.

“Please,” you sigh, no weight to your voice as he lazily finger fucks you. 

“Mhmm?” he hums, slowly beginning to curl his fingers up inside of you, just brushing your sweet spot. “Right there?” he asks when you gasp and twitch at his touch. “Is that the spot?”

“Eren!” You’re going to lose your mind. It feels like he’s been teasing you for hours and when he looks down at you, you can tell from the look on his face that he isn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. “Eren, fuck me — please!”

He bites his lip, breathing hard as he picks up his pace. You’re already clenching hard around his fingers, lewd, wet noises bouncing off the walls of the bathroom as your pussy leaks from your arousal all over the bathroom counter. 

“Yeah, baby,” he growls, “Keep saying my name like that and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

You instantly start chanting his name like a prayer, “Eren — Eren — Eren!” and he picks up his pace, thumb swirling over your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. 

“You like that?”

“Yes — fuck, Eren!”

“Are you gonna cum, baby? All over my hand?”

“So close, so fucking close, Eren!”

He pulls his fingers out from inside of you and you almost cry.

“No, Eren! Baby, please — please, I wanna cum so bad,” you’re practically sobbing as his hands reach for your wrists, already anticipating you to try to finish yourself off. Your pussy is clenching around nothing, desperately needing to be filled and satisfied. You’re so horny you’re practically shaking.

“Not yet,” he says, chest heaving from arousal. His thick, hard cock is pressed against your thigh and you think if you move your hips just right you might be able to slide him in. You dig your knees into his sides and roll your hips, only managing to ghost his head across your pussy. 

Eren quirks an eyebrow in amusement. “You’re so fucking needy.”

“Eren, please — I can’t take it anymore,” you whine. “Please, baby, I want your cock — I need you to fuck me, Eren,” your words are choppy and slurred, so fucking cock drunk for him that you can hardly think. 

Your desperation must stir something inside of him because he grabs your thighs, lifting you up off the counter and back onto your feet before spinning you around to face the mirror, his achingly hard cock pressed against your ass.

“Please, Eren,” you bend forward, hands bracing yourself against the mirror. “Please!” You’re almost in pain from how horny you are, so desperate for release and he’s still teasing you. You bounce your hips back against his, jerking his dick off with your thighs and finding pleasure in the way his cock rubs against your clit. You could cum just from this, you think, if he’d let you.

The head of his cock catches against your entrance and you squeeze hard around him, trying to suck him inside of you and fill you up. He groans loudly behind you, his eyes catching yours in the reflection of the mirror.

“You’re lucky I’m fucking needy too,” he growls, slowly pushing his hips forward and burying his cock inside of you. 

It’s intense -- so intense. After edging you and teasing you for so long, the feeling of his cock filling you has you gasping and crying out. You almost collapse forward into the mirror but Eren tugs on your hair with his hand, keeping your head upright and facing the mirror.

“Does that feel good?” his voice is just a rumble down your spine.

All you can do is nod in response as he starts to grind his hips against your ass. Every slight movement causing you to whine and shudder as his thick, hard cock massages against the walls of your cunt. You are already so close and he’s barely moving inside of you. 

“Fuck, I wish you could see the way your pussy’s grabbing my cock right now,” he says, eyes dark as he looks down. “You’re so fucking wet, baby, so fuckin wet.” Eren’s face is flushed, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. You don’t want to take your eyes off of him but it feels too good.

You can’t wait anymore, you need to cum. You thrust your hips back into his, fucking yourself on his cock to find your release. He grips you harder as your ass bounces against his hips, his dark green eyes focusing up on yours in the mirror.

“Fuck, such a good girl,” he moans as you squeeze around him. He pulls you by the hair until your shoulder blades are touching his chest, moving his hand from your hip to swirl around your clit. Fuck. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby, lemme feel you cum.”

It all happens so suddenly. One moment you’re on the edge and gasping and the next you’re exploding in pleasure. Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire as you cum around Eren’s cock, clenching and squeezing him as wetness coats your thighs. You legs tremble beneath you and your eyes roll back into your head -- fuck, you’re crying from how good it feels.

You can feel Eren’s cock twitching inside of you as he fucks his cum deep inside of you. He presses his face into the crook of your neck, whimpering and whining out your name as your pussy milks his cock for every drop of his release.

When he finally stops moving he lets go of your hair and you almost collapse -- you can’t feel your legs. You fall forward onto the counter, legs still shaking as he pulls himself out of you. You’re both breathing hard and shaky.

Eren spreads you open with his thumbs to watch his cum and your own silky wetness slide down your thighs. You can see him smiling in the reflection of the mirror in satisfaction before he spanks you.

“Hey,” you whine weakly, your voice just a whisper from how hoarse your throat is -- a combination of deep throating Eren and your screaming moans.

“How are you doing, babe?”

“I think I blacked out for a minute there,” you confess.

“You made quite the mess,” he says, looking down at the puddle between your legs.

“Shut the fuck up,” you say, voice soft and breathy. You close your eyes, “I need a nap.”

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The four of you sit on pillows on the floor while you share a box of pizza and a bottle of wine. The hotel room doesn’t have any cups, surprisingly, so rather than call the front desk and ask for some, you all decide to pass around the bottle. It doesn’t take long to finish two of the bottles, with all of you buzzing from the alcohol by the time Jean opens the third.

“So, how did you meet everyone, and what was your first impression?” Pieck asks around a mouthful of pizza. You are playing the Question Game, each person got to ask a question to someone in the group, and they had to answer or chug the wine.

“Well, I met you through Jean when we started working at Titan together,” you say, gesturing toward Pieck. “A mutual friend, Sasha, introduced me to Jean because we were in the same program together and…” you pause, thinking. “I don’t actually remember how we met,” you say, looking over at Eren.

Eren takes a drink from the wine bottle and cocks a brow. “Really?”

You shrug. “I’ve always known who you were because of the hockey team, but I don’t remember ever actually meeting you, y’know? I think the first time we talked was at the bar that one night.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” he says, passing you the bottle, but his tone is off.

“And what about first impressions?” Pieck presses as you take a sip.

“Oh, right! Um…” you tap on your chin in thought as you pass the bottle to Jean with your other hand. “Pieck, I thought you seemed nice, but really quiet until we played that drinking game together at the icebreaker.”

“And Jean…” You normally wouldn’t be so bold, but the burn of liquid courage in your stomach spurs you into saying, “I thought you were really cute when I first met you… until I realized you were dating Pieck,” you add quickly.

Pieck giggles as Jean looks away with a shy smile. “Oh, I didn’t know,” he says quietly, taking a sip from the bottle.

“What about me?” Eren asks, nudging you gently.

“Eren…” you pause for a moment as you look over at him. Eren looks at you and it almost seems like he’s a little nervous, but you think you’re just imagining things from the alcohol. “I wondered what it was about you that made all the girls at school go so crazy over you.

“And?” Eren asks, smirking. “Did you figure it out?”

“Yeah,” you say with a smile. “You’re just a fuck boy.”

“Well, you nailed it,” Jean laughs, sharp and cruel.

“She nailed me, actually,” Eren corrects, placing a possessive hand on your thigh as he flips off Jean. Jean rolls his eyes, “Ok, my turn.” Eren looks around the room, trying to decide who to question. “Pieck, would you trade beds with me?”

“This isn’t truth or dare -- you have to ask a question,” Jean says quickly as a heat grows across your chest.

“Was that not a question?” Eren asks, feigning confusion. “I thought I said, would you trade beds with me? That sounds like a question to me,” he turns to you, “Wouldn’t you agree?” You nod but keep your eyes down and away from Eren in embarrassment. He gives you a soft, comforting squeeze on your thigh before leaning into your ear, whispering, “If that’s ok.”

You nod again. “Totally ok.”

“Sure,” Pieck says with a bright smile. She turns to Jean, “Just no funny business, ok? Pock will flip out,” she says.

“Who’s Pock?” you ask, looking up at Pieck in confusion. That wasn’t the name of anyone you were familiar with from Titan.

When she looks over at you, her smile is almost impossibly brighter as she says, “He’s my boyfriend.”

You purse your lips in shock, eyes darting towards Jean but he masks his expression by taking a long drink from the bottle. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” you say.

“Yeah, we actually live together,” she says happily. You can almost feel Jean crumbling next to her -- did he not know either? “We’ve been together for a couple of years now.”

Even Eren can sense the subtle shift in Jean’s attitude and he tries to move on. “Ok, whose turn is it next?”

Jean finishes the bottle and stands up abruptly. “I think we should all get to bed now. We’re out of alcohol and it’s late.” He nods towards you, “And we’re leaving tomorrow.”

Eren blows a raspberry at Jean. “You’re such a buzz-kill.” He wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling deeply against your skin. “But, that’s ok. We can go to bed.”

You’re almost giddy with excitement as you and Eren crawl into bed together. Although the two of you were sleeping together, you had never actually slept together outside of little naps in the back of his car. Your bodies mold together effortlessly with Eren’s arms wrapping you tight against his chest and your legs tangling against one another. Despite his solid, muscular build, he is a good cuddler and the perfect temperature.

You nuzzle your face into his chest as Jean and Pieck shuffle behind you in their shared bed. You can feel Eren’s laugh deep in his chest before he says, “They’re building a pillow wall.”

You giggle against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow in his neck. “How silly.”

He strokes the back of your head gently as your eyes flutter shut, the weight of the alcohol making you drowsy. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Eren.”

#tiff.fic #tbaw.fic #tbaw.deleted

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╰┈➤ shameless (e) - tbaw. ⋙ alternative foreplay to the smut scene in this chapter.

why was it deleted. i added more to the conversation between reader and eren about the whole floch thing and the transition between that and the sex didn't flow as well, so i got rid of this. what changed. nothing really ft. fem!reader, eren. cw. unedited, fem!reader, explicit language, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, cuts off before the good part. 2,000 words.

Please remember that this scene was deleted for a reason and that nothing that happens here occurs in the actual story posted on AO3. This is just fun bonus content for people who are interested in reading more.

context. Reader is sitting on Eren's lap in the hotel room after scolding him for saying gross things with Floch about another girl.

Eren breaks away from the kiss, trailing his mouth along your jaw until his lips are brushing against your ear. “Do you want me to help you forget about work?” you hum in response, curling your hands into fists against his bare shoulders. “Do you want a massage?” he asks, voice low in your ear. “It’ll make you feel better.”

“Yeah, ok,” you say, “But no sex — I’m still mad at you.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he says — and he means it. 

He lifts you up off of his lap and onto the bed beside him. “Lay down on your stomach,” he says, nodding toward the bed.

You tug the neckline of your shirt (his shirt) against your collarbones, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Do you want me to take this off?”

Yes, fuck.

Even though Eren agreed to give you an innocent massage, his cock twitches in his pants when he realizes the two of you are alone in his hotel room. Fuck, he’s so horny for you, it’s embarrassing.

He nods in response, looking down at the bed in shame as you pull the shirt up and over your head, tossing it down onto the ground before laying on your stomach on the bed.

“I’ll get some lotion,” he says, quickly standing up and heading to the bathroom. Sure, he needs lotion, but he’s also running off because he just got a semi from seeing your bare back.

He is so fucking pathetic.

When he comes back out to the main room, you’re still laying on your stomach with your arms folded under your head. You aren’t wearing a bra and the waistband of your shorts hangs low on your hips.

Eren bites his lip to hold back a groan as he settles on the bed beside you, his weight causing the mattress to dip and you to slide closer toward him. He pumps a few squirts of lotion onto his palm before rubbing his hands together, warming the lotion up before he touches your back.

“How do you like it?” he asks, trying hard not to sound as horny as he is when his hands start rubbing up and down your back.

“Hard," you say quietly, muffled by your arms. 

He presses his hands a little harder into the muscles of your back, kneading and sliding against the firm skin as he searches for tight spots to be worked out.

Eren has a little bit of knowledge about how to give massages thanks to a girl he hooked up with a few times back in university — a physiotherapy student. She showed him some of the basics on how to use his body weight to add more pressure, to keep it gentle over bones, and to read the person’s reactions to know where to spend more attention.

It has proven to be a very useful skill in helping Eren get laid more than once, so he’s not surprised that his dick has a Pavlovian response to giving massages, but he tries to hide his raging boner as he kneads through the tense muscles in your back.

He notices that you’re the tensest around your neck and shoulders, which makes sense because you’re hunched over your laptop all day at work — but he also notices that you moan and arch your back a little when he runs his hands down your waist and when he kneads little circles with his thumbs into your lower back.

“Does that feel good?” Eren asks, voice thick with lust as your hips buck up into his hands.

“Yeah, really good,” you respond breathlessly.

Eren swallows thickly as he nudges down the waistband of your shorts, thumbs dipping lower and pressing harder into your lower back as you groan beneath him. Your skin feels like it’s on fire under his touch and he’s rock hard in his pants, but he can see the way your body is melting into the mattress from his massage, so he desperately tries to pull himself together until —

“Can you take them off?” you ask, hips lifting up off the bed.

“Your shorts?” Eren blurts. He feels like he's a teenager again and seeing a girl naked for the first time.

You move a hand from your face down to your hips, tugging your shorts and your underwear lower down your hips. “Yeah, they’re uncomfy.”

Eren does as you ask, grabbing the waistband of your bottoms and pulling them completely off of you. He tosses them off the side of the bed and tries not to grope your ass. Instead, he keeps his hands busy by pumping a few more squirts of lotion onto them and rubbing his palms together.

He tries to focus his attention on your back, he really does, but every time he runs his palms down to your lower back, he finds himself dipping lower and lower until he’s kneading at your ass with both hands. Eren grips you hard, stroking his thumb up and down over the meat of your ass as he pulls you open to look at your small, puckered hole.

“Is this ok?” he asks, voice tight.

“Yeah, keep going,” you say quietly, shifting around on the bed.

So he does. He tries to keep his movements firm, kneading out the tense muscles of your ass, but he can’t deny the small amount of excitement he gets each time he spreads you open.

Eren scoots down a little on the bed so he can work on your thighs, taking a moment to palm himself through his shorts for a bit of relief as he looks at how beautiful you are, laid out for him like this. After a few quick jerks of his cock through his shorts, he returns his hands to the bottle of lotion to pump more onto his hands.

He places his hands on either side of your right thigh, just above the knee. Pressing hard with his palms and the pads of his fingers, he drags his hands up your thigh until they meet the bottom of your ass. You moan and squirm in pleasure, spreading your thighs a little bit as Eren’s hands slide back down to above your knee.

Eren repeats the motion, watching as your body visibly relaxes from his touch. He thinks it’s funny the way your muscles are softening under his hands when his are doing the complete opposite. When your thigh feels loose and relaxed under his grip, he moves over to your left leg, repeating the process as you make small gasping moans into your arms. 

He notices this time that when his hands move up your legs that there’s a glistening wetness at the apex of your thighs. The sight makes him audibly groan as he pushes his weight harder into your thigh.

“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling back, “Sorry.”

“Keep going,” you urge, spreading yourself open a little more for him.

Eren moves a hand to each of your thighs and slides them up to your ass, his thumbs dragging across your inner thigh and brushing just at the crease of your upper thigh. His palms find your ass again, spreading you open with his thumbs and watching your pussy open for him like a blooming flower.

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing harder. “Sorry.”

“Why do you keep apologizing?” you groan, hips lifting off the mattress slightly to give him more access.

“I don’t know,” he admits, thumbs brushing dangerously close to your slick entrance. “I just want to give you a nice massage.”

“This is nice,” you assure, looking back at him from over your shoulder. “Do you want me to roll over?”

You’re teasing him now, he realizes when your eyes glint back at him. How long were you laying beneath him, getting worked up from his hands on your body, pretending like you weren’t?

Two can play that game.

“Yeah, turn over.”

You flip over onto your back but drape your arms up and over your head to hide your face. Eren takes a moment to appreciate your naked body as he coats his hands in more lotion.

“Anywhere, in particular, you want me to focus on?” he asks, challenging.

“My thighs are pretty tight.”

Eren pushes his shorts off of his hips, discarding them off the side of the bed with your clothes and allowing his cock to fly up against his stomach. Hard, heavy, and leaking precum, he gives himself a few firm strokes, cupping his balls and squeezing them gently, before reaching forward to massage your thighs again.

He starts with the right thigh, repeating the motions from before on the front of your leg. Each time his hand moves to the top of your leg, he lets his fingers brush against the folds of your pussy and you gasp at the sensation.

He moves to the next leg and repeats the process, watching as you squirm and blush beneath him. Your breathing is heavier now, each breath causing your breasts to rise and fall on your chest. Your thighs and pussy are flushed in arousal and when Eren’s motions pull you open, he watches you drip down onto the mattress beneath you.

“Massages work best if there’s some stretching involved, too,” Eren says, grabbing your thigh to throw it up over his shoulder.

At this, you remove your arms from your face to look up at Eren with a flushed, fucked-out expression. You let your arms fall back on the pillows at your side as he looms above you with your ankle hooked on his shoulder.

“Just relax,” he coos, hands pressing against the mattress on either side of your head as he leans his body forward. He presses your thigh up against your chest slowly — so fucking slowly — and he can feel the drag of his cock between your legs as he moves — back and forth, back and forth.

Eren notices that your eyes are still a little red and swollen from crying earlier about work and it breaks his heart. You seem fine now that you're looking at him with that dazed look, but he leans forward enough to softly press his lips against your forehead before pulling back.

He leans back all the way, settling your leg back down onto the bed before pulling your other leg up on his shoulder. He repeats his movements from before, leaning his body slowly over yours as he pushes your thigh against your chest.

This time, when he rocks his hips, the head of his cock catches on your entrance. You whimper at the feeling, hips rolling in hopes of catching him in just the right way until he slides inside of you — but Eren pulls back.

“How do your thighs feel?” he asks, and when you open your eyes you see him looming above you with lust-darkened eyes.

You’re enjoying his teasing, but your mind is so clouded with arousal that you just say: “Fuck me.”

He chuckles, bringing one hand down to your other leg, spreading your thighs open wider as he keeps rocking his hips against you. “I thought you said, no sex?” he asks.

“Fuck me,” you repeat, just a breathless whine.

“I just want to give you a nice massage,” he coos, leaning forward until the tips of his hair brush against your face.

You successfully manage to angle your hips in a way that has Eren’s cock sliding inside of you, and both of you moan out in pleasure from the feeling. You’re so wet from his massage and his teasing that he slides in easily against your tight, wet walls, despite the way your body squeezes around him.

“Fuck,” he grunts, succumbing to the feeling of you wrapped around him and pushing his hips until he’s balls-deep inside of you. “You’re so wet.”You can only whimper in response, so drunk off the feeling of him inside of you and the need for more. All you can do is clench around his cock as your hips shift urgently against him, desperate to be fucked.

#i was going to share a jean smut scene today but i decided instead that team eren needed this more #tiff.fic #tbaw.fic #tbaw.deleted

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my boyfriend after reading the dinner and drinks chapter of tbaw: i understand why you got so many hate comments

#‘main character doesn’t deserve eren!!’ #‘she’s so mean to him!!’ #‘she should just fk off with jean if she’s going to be so stupid’ #‘literally what has jean done for her atp and she’s still obsessed w him’ #<— actual quotes from bf #💀 he’s been on team eren since the beginning #tbaw.fic

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LMAOOO WHAT ICKS DOES EVERYONE IN TBAW HAVE? eren’s stinky ass definitely doesn’t wash his feet in the shower ‼️‼️‼️

i'm so so sorry i've been so bad with answering requests recently!! I'll try to bang out a bunch today (maybe, lmao) because i know this next week I'll be super busy w work and won't be able to get to any of them.

╰┈➤ icks - aot.

ft. eren, jean. cw. cringe, mention of masturbation.

⋙ eren jaeger.

for sure doesn't wash his feet in the shower 💀 just lets the water run down his body and thinks that's enough. he washes his ass tho, but not his legs or feet

rarely washes his bedsheets!!! i feel like when he's jerking off in bed, he just cums all over himself and then falls asleep -- like doesn't even wipe it off his stomach, so his sheets are nastyyy

unironically calls himself a "chick magnet"

"where's my hug at?"

⋙ jean kirstein.

won't shut up during movies. literally always has something stupid to say about what's going on in the screen and prevents you from listening to key dialogue but then when you pause so he can talk, suddenly he has nothing to say

will play devil's advocate in discussions just for the sake of argument. thinks it's a good way to see things from a different perspective but usually pisses everyone off instead

leaves his beard hairs in the sink after shaving 💀

when he eats pizza, he flips the piece upside-down so the toppings are on his tongue

#tiff.ask #tbaw.fic #eren #jean #aot headcanons #jean kirstein #eren jaeger #tiff.fic #eren.hc #jean.hc

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thinking about reader being louder on purpose and obviously faking moans as a joke to eren she thinks it's hilarious she's in a silly goody mood to mess with him AND EREN SEES RED

omg yessss 💀

eren’s not stupid. and he’s fucked around, so he knows how to get a girl off — specifically her. so when she suddenly starts moaning and squirming when he’s barely even doing anything he stops for a second.

he starts just gently brushing his fingers along her folds and barely dipping them inside and she’s losing her goddamn mind. so his eyebrows furrow and he purses his lips, but he doesn’t say anything quite yet.

he slowly slides two fingers inside of her, curling them up before lowering his mouth against her clit and before his tongue even presses against her, she’s throwing her head back and twisting her fists in the sheets.

he stops completely and pulls away with a frown and she just looks down at him all innocent like what? keep going? barely holding it together and biting her lip.

and so he’s like fuck that. if you’re gonna scream like that ill give you something to scream about. and then he flips her over, lifting her hips up and pulling his cock out and then fucking her into the mattress until he knows for sure she’s not faking

#eren #tiff.ask #tbaw.fic #eren.drbl

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reader really ended up with eren in tbaw like that's crazy that really happened

and they live happily ever after and eren wakes her up every morning with that good dick with a homemade london fog so they can drink tea and eat breakfast in the morning together before work. and she has a healthy work/life balance with her new job. and she encourages him to go to therapy to work out his issues with his dad and his mom's passing. and maybe eren rekindles his friendship with connie and sasha. and eren/reader and sasha/niccolo go on cute double dates and everyone is happy while jean fucks himself 🥰

#tiff.ask #aot #tbaw.fic #moot.porcofucker🥞

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╰┈➤ fake dating - tbaw. ⋙ sometime during arc 1.

why was it deleted. ididn't really like the fake dating plotline for this story because it meant that any development between jean/reader would be seen as cheating from jean's perspective, and it seemed out of character for him to do that after his history with pieck. having this fic be a love triangle with a fake dating storyline didn't really make sense. what changed. you ask eren to be your fake boyfriend instead of just friends with benefits. eren already knows he's in love with you at this point. you get a little bit of jean's pov here. jean and eren's relationship isn't as toxic/strained as in the published story. tbh this almost feels like an entirely different story, it's so weird to read it compared to what's on ao3. ft. fem!reader, eren, jean, connie, sasha. cw. unedited, explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected, creampie, overstimulation/crying, name calling: slut, exhibitionism-ish), second person pov, 5,000 words.

Please remember that this scene was deleted for a reason and that nothing that happens here occurs in the actual story posted on AO3. This is just fun bonus content for people who are interested in reading more.

context. none needed.

You text Eren later that day, asking him to come over so the two of you can talk. Eren’s not sure what you want to talk about, but he rushes over anyway, excited to see you.

When you let him into your house, his heart clenches at the sight of you. You look happy again, for the first time in a while.

He can’t control the smile on his face as you lead him up into your bedroom and quietly shut the door behind you. “What do you wanna talk about?” He asks, settling into your bed as you sit on the edge next to him.

“You can’t laugh, ok?” you say, Eren can see you pouting at him from the corner of his eye.

“I promise.”

You lace your fingers with his as Eren struggles to focus on your face. “Did you ever see that Netflix movie with Lana Condor?”

“Who?”

“To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before?”

Eren wasn’t familiar, but hearing you say the title makes his heart tighten. Were you going to confess your feelings for him? He wanted to pull you into his lap but you were sitting a little too far away. “No, I haven’t seen that one,” he says as he scootches closer to you until your thighs are pressed against one another.

“It’s about a girl who writes letters to all the boys she’s loved --”

“Uh huh,” Eren says, his hand squeezing around yours.

“-- and her little sister mails them all out - whatever, it doesn’t really matter the whole plot.” You wave your other hand in dismissal as Eren brushes a loose strand of hair out of his face and behind his ear.

“Come on,” Eren urges, squeezing your hand tighter. “Tell me about the movie - or whatever.”

You laugh, eyes crinkling as you look at Eren and he wants to grab your face and kiss you, but he waits.

“I don’t know if you’ll be into it, but I have this crazy idea I wanted to run by you.”

Spit it out.

“Do you want to be my fake boyfriend?”

Eren feels like his brain is lagging. “Your… what?”

“In the movie, the two characters fake date to make the guy’s ex-girlfriend jealous,” you explain, looking away. “Jean was really jealous of us hooking up, so I think that if you and I fake date, I can finally help him realize his feelings for me.”

Jean fucking Kirstein. It all comes back to him.

With your face turned away, you don’t see the disappointment etched on Eren’s face. He pulls his hands free from yours and leans back on the bed to rest on his forearms, running a hand through his hair as he thinks.

Fake date the girl he’s in love with to make the guy she’s in love with jealous - how pathetic.

“We can like, hook up and stuff, just like before,” you say. “But then also, you can like, stay the night at my place and join us for movie nights and stuff.” You shrug and look over at him, blushing in embarrassment. “Is that ok? Or is that weird?”

“Sure,” he says. He’d be pathetic for you.

You smile at Eren and it all feels worth it. “Thanks, Eren,” you say with a sigh and you toss your leg across his hips, straddling him on the bed. “Do you want to hook up right now?”

Yes, desperately. “What about your roommates?” he asks, looking up at you as you run your hands up and down his chest. 

“They’re not home right now,” you say before leaning forward to kiss softly against Eren’s neck. “Sasha’s playing soccer and the boys are out picking up food for movie night.”

“Movie night’s tonight?” Eren asks, laying flat on his back so his hands can press into your thighs. 

“Well, it’s the long weekend, so movie night is every night,” you laugh against his skin. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I want to,” he says, voice low as his fingers slide under the fabric of your shorts to grab your ass. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.”

Fake dating isn’t what Eren wants from you, but it doesn’t sound so bad when you’re grinding on his lap like this. And you want him to stay the night and hang out with your friends - that sounds great. So what if you’re just using him to make Jean jealous? 

Eren knows Jean doesn’t give a shit about you, so it doesn’t matter how jealous you make him, he’ll still be fucking oblivious. And Eren will get to fuck you and kiss you and hold your hand and sleep in your bed. This plan sounds better and better the more Eren thinks about it.

He flips you over on to your back, caging his arms around your head as he looks down at you. “Fake dating,” he says, dipping his head down to bite at your neck. “So I get to tell everyone you’re my girlfriend, right?”

You hum in response, tilting your head to the side to allow Eren more space to lick and suck and bite. You wrap your legs around his hips, locking your ankles together behind him, and pull him tight against your body as his lips roam across your collarbones.

“I can hold your hand and shit at work? Take you for lunch? Fuck you in the break room?”

You try to laugh but it’s cut off by a moan with Eren sinks his teeth into your skin. He slides off the floor and on to his knees next to the bed, tugging on the waistband of your shorts to pull them off of your hips. He needs to taste you.

[DELETED ORAL SEX SCENE FROM HERE AND PUT INTO CHAPTER 16]

You don’t know how long has passed and how many orgasms he’s pulled from you by the time Jean and Connie return home. Even in your post-/pre-/mid-orgasmic haze, you can still hear Connie yelling when he enters the house.

You look down at Eren through half-lidded eyes, pulling harder on his hair to pull his mouth from you. “Eren -- stop -- they --” you can hardly speak as his eyes flick up to meet your gaze, glinting with mischief as he draws another choked orgasm from your exhausted body.

You hear a faint knocking on your door over the lewd sounds of Eren’s tongue on your cunt. “Are you home? We’re gonna start dinner soon.” It’s Jean.

“Don’t open the door!” you say quickly, eyes looking down at Eren in alarm as he pauses - finally.

“You ok?” Jean asks from the other side.

Eren gets up from off the floor, leaning his body over yours as his fingers play with your clit. His face is covered in you and it makes your heart lurch in your chest. Why did the boys have to come home already?

“Hey, you good?” Jean asks, knocking again.

“Yes!” you gasp as Eren plunges his fingers inside of you. You can’t tell how many he’s pushed into you, but the sensation of finally being filled after being tortured with his tongue for so long almost makes you come undone on the spot.

Jean asks another question from outside your room and all you can do is cover your mouth from a strangled moan as Eren’s fingers curl inside of you.

“We’ll come out in a sec,” Eren says, voice calm and collected as you fuck yourself on his hand. “Sasha home yet?” he asks and you look up at him pained.

Jean doesn’t answer right away. “No, she’s still at soccer.”

“When’s she coming back?”

You can’t believe Eren’s having a conversation with Jean with his fingers buried in your cunt. You pray that Jean doesn’t decide to open the door, but you’re certain he can hear the wet squelching noises as Eren’s hand pumps against you. Your eyes water as your pussy flutters tightly around his fingers when Eren brings you over the edge into another orgasm.

“Uh,” Jean stumbles over his words. “Soon, probably.”

Removing his fingers from inside of you, he pulls his sweats down off his hips to let his hard, aching cock spring free from his pants. He guides it to your entrance and pushes inside you roughly as he says, “Yes, that’s great.”

His voice is tight as he slowly pumps into you and you have to clench your eyes shut and clamp your hand over your mouth to stop your desperate whiny moans from escaping. “Do you need help making dinner?” he calls.

Tears are freely falling from your eyes as Eren rocks his hips against your sore, overstimulated pussy. You can hardly breathe, much less speak - and here he is having a conversation with Jean about dinner like he’s not balls deep inside of you. You would be pissed if he didn’t feel so good.

“No, we’re good.” Jean says sharply and you finally hear his footsteps walking away from outside of your door.

“Do you think he knew?” Eren asks, whispering against your ear as he grinds down into your hips. “Think he knew I had you spread out like this for me like my own little slut?”

Eren loves the way you squeeze around him when he fills you like this. He wishes you wouldn’t muffle your noises for him, he wants to hear you begging for him.

He wants to tease you more until you’re limp and satisfied in his arms, but his cock aches for release and he finds himself spilling into you suddenly without warning. Eren gasps and grunts into your neck when he cums as your body trembles beneath him from exhaustion.

You finally pull your hands away from your face and try to blink up at him. Your eyes are blurry from the tears and your mind is dizzy from arousal, but you can still see Eren’s soft eyes as he looks down at you. 

When he pulls away, both of you are breathing hard. “So how was that?” he asks, pulling out of you and rolling next to you on the bed. He pulls his sweats back up his hips to cover himself as you continue to lay next to him, spread out and covered in each others’ mess.

“Is that how you fuck all of your girlfriends?” you ask, breathless.

“Just the fake ones,” he winks before sitting up. He looks around your room for a box of tissues to clean you up with, finding one on your desk next to some papers and pictures of you and your friends.

His eyes linger over one of the pictures. It’s the same as the one you have set up at your desk at work, the one with Connie, Sasha, and Jean. He comes back over to the bed to clean off your thighs with the tissues as your eyes fall shut, exhausted.

“You still don’t have a picture of me.” He says and you crack an eye open to look at him.

You smile up at him, watching as he gets up off the bed to return your box of tissues before allowing your eyes to flutter shut again. He wanders around your room, opening your dresser drawers until he finds your sweatpant drawer and pulls out a pair to toss over to you. He leaves you to get dressed while he looks around your room. He likes to see pieces of you scattered across the room.

He knows you're taking a couse with Titan to improve your technical knowledge, so he’s not surprised to find your notes and textbooks littered across your desk. He scans your bookshelves to see all sorts of different novels: romance, thriller, even some manga - all scattered amongst more photos of you, Sasha, Connie, and Jean. He knows the four of you were close, he always saw you together at parties and at hockey games, but based on the photos you have in your room, it seems like they’re your only friends. 

When you find the strength, you pull on the sweats that Eren gave you and try to smooth down your hair in the reflection of your mirror near your bed. You look like a fucked out mess, but once your blush comes down you think you’ll be ok.

“What’re you looking at?” you ask, noticing for the first time that Eren’s snooping through your bookshelf. 

“Nothing,” he says quietly, turning back to you. You’re still laying sprawled out on the bed and he almost feels bad for feeling himself stir in his sweatpants as he looks down at you, but then he remembers you’re dating now.

Or fake dating, whatever.

“You ready to go help with dinner? I think you promised Jean we’d help,” you say with a laugh.

“He said not to bother.” Eren pulls his hoodie off and tosses it over to you, leaving him in just his grey sweats and black v-neck shirt. You catch it and look over at Eren, confused. “If we’re dating, you should probably wear some of my shit,” he says, looking away to hide his blush.

With a smile, you pull his hoodie on over your tank. You’re swimming it in and it falls just past your ass, but it’s soft and it smells like vanilla. “Good call,” you say. “Have you done this before?”

“Dated girls? Yeah,” Eren scoffs.

“Right,” you say, feeling your chest tighten. “We should go.”

When the two of you leave your room, Eren ducks into the bathroom to clean himself off, leaving you to wander into the kitchen alone. Jean sees you come in first, eyes narrowing at the oversized black hoodie.

You walk over to the sink and wash you hands, looking over at the two boys on either side of you, chopping vegetables for your dinner tonight. “Sorry, I should have let you guys know he was coming over. We’re going to need more food.”

“Huh?” Connie says, clueless.

“Eren’s going to stay for movie night,” you explain, looking over at him with a smile.

“You’re still fucking him?” Jean asks, voice sharp and tight.

You feel Eren’s arms wrap around you, pulling you tight against his chest. He rests his head on your shoulder as he looks over at Jean, smirking. “More than fucking, Kirstein. We decided to make things official.”

You can’t see the way Jean’s jaw tightens as he looks over at Eren wrapped around you. His whole body flinching when Eren says official. “Oh, is that right?” Jean says through clenched teeth.

Jean definitely seems jealous as he looks at the two of you together and Eren can feel his smirk falter. He knows Jean is a conniving, manipulative fuck-face, and your little fake dating plan might work a lot faster than Eren wants it to. 

He’s not sure how much time he’ll have with you before Jean fucks with your head again.

“Woah, congratulations guys!” Connie cheers, high-fiving you with a huge grin on his face. “Does that mean Eren’s gonna be around all the time?”

“If that’s ok,” you say quickly, wanting to turn to look at Jean but being unable to do so with Eren on your shoulder.

“That’s fine, man, it’s been a while!” Connie says, lightly punching Eren’s shoulder.

Eren pulls away from you and punches Connie back gently, the two falling into easy conversation as they rekindle their friendship from before Eren and Jean’s falling out.

When Eren steps away, you’re finally able to look over at Jean to try to get a read on how he’s feeling. His face is turned away from you, focusing on chopping onions for tonight, but he can see you looking at him from the corner of his eye.

“I thought you weren’t dating,” he says, so quietly that you almost don’t hear him.

“I changed my mind,” you say, glancing over at Connie and Eren to see if they’re paying attention to the two of you. “After getting to know him better, I realized that I have feelings for him.”

It’s a lie, but you can see Jean’s whole body tense from your words.

Tense from the fact that, yet again, you’re running back into the arms of Eren fucking Jaeger. 

It makes you giddy to see such an obvious physical reaction and you almost break out in a grin because of it. Instead, your attention turns to the main door as Sasha walks in with a shriek.

“Eren?” she asks, mouth falling open as her bags drop to the floor.

Eren turns away from his conversation with Connie to smile at Sasha. Her eyes bounce from Eren’s face to his hoodie on you and back again. “Oh my God, are you two together?”

He slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you tight into his chest, pressing his lips softly against your own as Sasha shrieks again. He pulls away, just enough to brush his nose against your as he looks down at you. Your heart pounds in your chest and you have to look away from his intense gaze, flustered.

“Yeah, Sash,” he says, still looking at you. “We are.”

---

You fall asleep in Eren’s arms during the first movie, exhausted from how you and Eren spent the afternoon. Connie and Sasha all but bombard him with questions when they notice.

“Eren, this is so exciting!” Connie whisper-yells, clapping quietly. “This has been such a long-time coming with you two.”

“I can't believe it!” Sasha squeals, leaning forward across the coffee table to get closer. “She couldn’t get enough of The Eren Jaeger.”

Eren tries to stifle back his laughter as his two goofy friends rattle off at him. It feels good to hear them talk about how happy they are for the two of you, even if he knows it’s all fake on your end.

“I doubt it’s gonna last,” Jean says from the other end of the couch. Sasha and Connie both whip around to scold him as Eren’s narrowed eyes meet Jean’s. 

“How could you say that?” Sasha says angrily, slapping Jean across the chest. “Be supportive of your friends!”

“Ow, Sasha!” Jean flinches from Sasha’s hit, but he doubles down. “Eren’s a fucking prick. You’ve all seen the way he treated the girls at school. He’s just taking advantage of her.”

“I’m taking advantage of her?” Eren growls and you stir in his arms from the rumbling in Eren’s chest.

You blink up at Eren with sleepy eyes as the everyone around you hushes. “Sorry,” you say, voice soft and quiet. “Did I fall asleep?”

“You’re good, babe,” he says, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. When he pulls away he fixes a hard stare on Jean, who’s ignoring everyone around him by focusing on the movie on the tv.

“You guys can go to bed if you want,” Sasha offers. “We’ve got Monday off too, so we can finish the rest of the movies tomorrow night.”

“Ok,” you say sleepliy, allowing Eren to help you up as you shuffle into the bedroom.

Eren closes the door behind you and you flop down onto the bed, facedown. You don’t even bother to take off your clothes, you’re so tired.

“Are you gonna sleep like that?” Eren asks, pulling off his t-shirt and sweats, leaving himself in just his black boxer briefs, before walking over to you on the bed.

“Too tired to change,” you whine, rolling away from him.

He laughs, you were so cute. He never got to see you sleepy like this before. It feels so intimate and domestic to finally see this side of you.

“Come on,” he says, tugging on his hoodie as you whine. “You’ll be more comfy with less clothes.”

“You’re just trying to fuck me again,” you whine, but you allow him to pull his hoodie off of you. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your sweats and pulls them down past your hips and off your feet. He feels the burn of arousal in his stomach after he successfully peels your pants off - he forgot you didn’t have any underwear on underneath.

“I’m… not,” he says, strained. “Unless you want me to.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” you sigh, letting him fix the blankets so you can crawl underneath them. “I’m too tired after today.”

He slides under the covers behind you and pulls you close against his chest. You nuzzle your face into his skin and sigh against it. “Are you drunk?” he asks with a laugh, rubbing soft circles in your back.

“No, just sleepy,” you say, content.

“Can you stay up for a little bit? I wanna talk to you about something.”

You audibly pout but look up at him from where your face is buried in his chest. “It can’t wait until the morning?”

“I don’t want to forget.” He brushes the hair out of your face with his hand and watches as you try to blink away your sleepiness to focus on what he has to say. “I think we need some terms and conditions for this whole, fake dating, thing.”

You chuckle, eyes crinkling. “Ok…? Like what?”

“We have to treat this like a real relationship, so you can’t hook up with any other people, and obviously neither can I.”

“Obviously.”

“We have to hold hands and like, cuddle, and stuff.”

“Easy,” you scoff and it warms his heart.

“We should try to stay together for a decent amount of time,” he says quietly and he hopes you can’t hear the way his heart is threatening to beat out of his chest. “If we break up too soon, Jean might not have fully fallen for you, y’know. So like, six months, I think - at least.”

“Hmm, that’s a good point,” you say with a nod. “I thought you said you didn’t watch the movie, and suddenly now you’re an expert?”

“I’m no expert,” he laughs. “I’m just trying to… maximize our chances for success.”

“Ok,” you hum, burying your face back into his chest. “Any other rules?”

“If you fall in love with me, you have to tell me right away,” he says, voice tight.

You laugh into his chest and wrap your arms around him tighter. “You think I’m going to fall in love with you, Eren Jaeger?”

No, he didn’t think - he hoped.

“You never know,” he hums.

“Ok - deal.” He wonders if you’re going to flip the rule back on him too, but instead you sigh against him. “Can I go to sleep now?”

“Go for it, babe.”

“Goodnight, Eren,” you murmur before drifting off to sleep again.

---

Eren wakes up before you in the morning to find you still curled up against his chest. He wants to stay here with you forever, but the ache in his bladder has him slinking out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom.

Sighing with relief from his now-empty bladder, he wanders into the kitchen for a glass of water but finds Jean already there, grabbing ingredients from the fridge for breakfast.

Eren decides to be civil, “Morning, Jean.”

Jean isn’t, “Fuck you, Jaeger.”

Eren grabs a glass from the cupboard and fills it with water, leaning against the counter to watch Jean prep breakfast as he drinks. 

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Nothing, just drinking water.” He taps on the glass with his finger as Jean scowls at him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I literally just told you.”

“No -- I mean with her.”

Eren smirks as Jean starts cracking eggs into a bowl. He’s sure Jean’s imagining that each one of those eggs is Eren’s face from the way he’s practically smashing them against the counter.

“We’re dating - you know, girlfriend and boyfriend -- are you familiar with the term?”

“Fuck off, Jaeger.”

“You should be nice to me,” Eren says before taking a sip from his water. “Your room is right next door to hers, isn't it? If you're nice to me, maybe I won't keep you up all night."

Jean cringes at his implication. “You’re disgusting. I know you’re just using her for sex.”

“I’m not, actually,” Eren says sharply. “You’d realize that if you ever took your head out of your ass.”

Jean doesn’t bother to respond as he cuts open a packet of bacon. He lays all the strips out on a baking sheet before turning on the oven to pre-heat, all under Eren’s gaze.

“Are you just going to fucking stand there and watch me all morning?”

“That’s a lot of bacon for one person,” Eren responds, eyeing the food as Jean preps it.

“It’s not just for me,” he says with a sigh. “I’m making breakfast for everyone.”

“Me too?”

“Begrudgingly.”

Eren makes a silent face of approval as he watches Jean cut up some potatoes for hashbrowns.

“I make breakfast for everyone on the weekends. Sometimes weekdays too, if I’m not busy,” he explains, cutting into the spuds roughly. “It’s like a tradition here.”

“That’s surprisingly nice of you,” Eren says in disbelief. “You don’t strike me as the type.”

“I want to learn how to get better at cooking - not that I owe you an explanation.”

“Right. Because you were raised with fuckin chefs and butlers, so you’ve never had to cook before,” Eren says, more to himself than to Jean.

The oven makes a noise to signify that it’s reached the selected temperature and Jean slides the baking tray into the oven before setting a timer on his phone. He oils a pan with some butter and tosses the chopped chunks of potato into the pan to fry them.

“Smells good,” Eren says, putting his now-empty glass into the sink. “Can’t wait to try some.”

“Thanks,” Jean spits, but the praise makes him blush, even if it’s from Eren fucking Jaeger.

“I thought you left.”

The attention of the two boys turns to you as you stumble into the kitchen, rubbing at your eyes with the sleeve of Eren’s sweater. Your legs are bare underneath it and Eren wonders if you remembered to put underwear on.

“Nah, babe, I’m still here,” Eren says with a smile. “Just talking with your favourite roomie.”

You approach Eren and wrap your arms around his waist, leaning into his chest as you look over at Jean while he works on the food. “Jean does this every morning,” you explain.

“Yeah, we were just talking about that,” Eren wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you closer against him. He slides his leg between your thighs to gently press his thigh against your clothed cunt - good, you remembered.

You squrim in his arms and push his thigh away from you while Jean works on frying the potatoes. 

“Are you gonna make some coffees for everyone?” Jean asks, his back facing both of you.

“In a minute,” you say, holding Eren tighter. 

Even though this is all a plan to make Jean jealous, you can’t ignore how happy you feel in Eren’s arms like this. Enveloped in the warmth of his hoodie and the smell of his vanilla cologne, it almost feels like you really are dating. 

The two of you stay like that until the timer on Jean’s phone goes off for the bacon. As Jean pulls the bacon out from the oven, you pull away from Eren to make some coffees with your espresso machine.

“I thought I heard the bacon alarm!” Connie says, coming around the corner and into the kitchen. He clasps his hands and rubs them together like a fly as he looks around Jean’s body at the sizzling baking pan in his hands.

“Connie, back off, I’m going to burn you.” Jean says, pushing Connie back with one arm while he sets the hot pan on the unused half of the stove. “Wait until it cools off a bit.”

Connie pouts but obediently goes to sit on the dining room table while he waits for the food. He looks around at the table, confusion etched on his face.

“What’s up?” Eren asks with a nod, noticing Connie’s expression.

“We need another chair for you,” he says, pointing at the four chairs surrounding the table. “We only have enough for us.”

You turn around to look at the table and realize that Connie is right, there’s only four chairs. You never needed any more than that when it was just you and the roommates. “Can you get your gamer chair maybe, just for today?”

Connie nods, getting up to go to his room to retrieve an extra chair while you turn back to work on the coffee.

Eren comes up behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against his body as he ducks his face into your neck. “You don’t wanna sit on my lap?” he hums, his lips pressing softly into your skin.

“Maybe later,” you say, face blushing as you try to tame the shaking of your hands as you work your espresso machine. “Why don’t you go get some clothes on so you’re not sitting at the table in your underwear?”

Eren laughs and kisses you once on the shoulder, again on your neck, and then softly on your cheek. “Good idea.”

When Eren steps away from you, you release a shaky breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. Being around Eren always made you lightheaded. It was because of the way he touched you, the way he kissed you, and the way he made you feel.

You made fun of all of those other girls from school for falling over themselves to be with him, but here you were doing the exact same thing. How could you not? Eren was enticing. He definitely wasn’t the worst person to be fake dating.

#tiff.fic #tbaw.fic #tbaw.deleted

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hi! i love your work on ao3 so much ahh 🩷🩷

what kind of music do you headcannon the characters of tbaw to listen to? i’ve been wondering since the reader/eren car scenes hehe

Ok, so it's taking me a million years to respond to this because I'm making PLAYLISTS and I have to listen to a lot of songs I've never heard before, but I don't wanna leave this unanswered for too long.

Here are some of the vibes that I get when I think of music that these boys would like. It might sound like it, but there are no spoilers here for anything in TBAW, these are just vibes ☠

Music Headcannons - Eren, Jean, Reiner

Jean Kirstein

he's pretentious about his music for sure. typically listens to soft, slow alt/indie songs (but like mainstream indie, if that makes sense lol). he might like some of the top hits rn but he'll never admit it. always has to have the aux because he thinks other people have trash taste in music

arctic monkey, the neighbourhood type vibes

songs about falling in love, bittersweet love, unrequited love, heartbreak

right person, wrong time type of love. if things were different they would be perfect but they're not and it hurts knowing things are going to end

pushing people away because it hurts too much to hold them close

meeting the perfect person while out one night but forgetting to get their name and never seeing them again

playing board games with friends on a weekday night

sitting next to the fire on a cool summer night by the lake and sharing your deepest fears and insecurities

cooking dinner together with a glass of wine and kissing on the countertop

making love on a lazy afternoon and whispering i love you into each other's skin

Eren Jaeger

really similar taste in music to jean but a lot more upbeat, produced, and sexual. he listens to big bootie mixes when he's working out and he has random generic playlists when he's hanging out w girls but when he's on his own or w friends he has a specific vibe

the weekend, tame impala type vibes:

songs about sex, passion, one-night stands, and firey type love

a summer fling that you know would never work out long-term but you think about for the rest of your life

bad boy/i can fix him type love. everyone warns you about him but you just can't stay away

sneaking out to go see him in the middle of the night and coming home just as the sun starts to rise

long drives late at night talking about everything and nothing with his hand on your thigh

showering together and then getting ready in the bathroom for a party or some big event, catching each other's eyes in the reflection of the mirror

going to the beach on a hot summer day, making out and wandering hands, needing to remind yourselves that there are people around before you get carried away

burning hot love that you know is going to shatter your heart but you're having too much fun to care

intense, passionate sex. just needing to feel each other in blind desperation, losing yourselves in the whirlwind of pleasure

Reiner Braun

definitely made a playlist when he was in highschool of all of his favourite songs and hasn't listened to anything else since but somehow still doesn't know who sings what song

red hot chili peppers, simple plan type vibes

songs from when you were kids that make you feel nostalgic for the past, songs that you don't know the name of but you can somehow sing every word, upbeat songs that somehow make you feel sad

reminiscing and romanticizing the past just because things in the present are overwhelming. wishing you could recapture the innocence and obliviousness of youth

hanging out with old friends and talking about people you once knew

long road trips with the windows down, music blasting, and singing along to every song

being woken up at the crack of dawn by someone with way too much energy for this time of day but somehow still feeling excited

being with friends outside and playing lawn games like bocce or cornhole

(crying with your head down late at night at the office, feeling like you're an imposter and you don't deserve the job you have.

still feeling like a kid even though you're legally an adult. never knowing what you're doing but feeling like you're expected to have your life together.)

#jean kirstein #eren jaeger #reiner braun #aot headcanons #tiff.ask #tbaw.fic #eren.hc #jean.hc #reiner.hc

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Can we get a tiiiiiny sneak peak of the final chapter?

🙊 please proceed with caution

major tbaw spoilers below

“Please,” he insists, and he thrusts his hand out toward you, trembling as he holds the stack of letters. “Please, just read these — I need you to know how much I care about you. Just give me another chance.” You reach out with shaky hands to take the stack from him, and the second your fingers wrap around them he pulls his hand back to his side — almost defensively. You look down at the unmarked envelopes in your hands before thumbing one open and pulling out a letter. “What is this?” “I wrote to you every fucking day,” he says, voice soft over the sound of the whirring popcorn machine on the counter beside him. “Apologizing for everything I did wrong — telling you how I feel — everything.”

#tiff.ask #tbaw.fic #aot

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#look what i just spent $100 at staples on printing 💀💀💀 #tiff.op #tbaw.fic #aot

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╰┈➤ the reeves job - tbaw. ⋙ chapter 11.5: between eren fucking jaeger and the reeves job.

why was it deleted. i decided that it would be better if the whole reeves job thing was explained by hange so i could introduce the other characters who would be on the job. having this scene just felt repetitive and unnecessary. what changed. eren smoked cigarettes instead of a vape and he was more degrading during sex. ft. fem!reader, eren. cw. unedited, explicit language, explicit sexual content (cockwarming, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, name calling: whore), second person pov, 1,400 words.

Please remember that this scene was deleted for a reason and that nothing that happens here occurs in the actual story posted on AO3. This is just fun bonus content for people who are interested in reading more.

context. eren and reader are laying together naked in the backseat of his car after sex.

“Did you hear about the Reeves job?” he asks, taking a slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling the smoke out his cracked window.

You curl up tighter into Eren’s chest, finding comfort in the soft beating of his heart. “No,” you hum, exhausted from the sex, “What’s that?”

“I was talking with Oluo about it,” he tries to offer you a drag but you shake your head. “Some hotshot new client, riddled with issues and desperate to brush them under the rug. You know how it is.” He takes another long drag from his cigarette before crushing it into the ashtray in the back of his car.

You don’t care, sounds boring, deciding instead to draw shapes in Eren’s thigh with your nails, reveling in the way his body twitches at your touch.

“It’s gonna be a pretty big job,” he continues, “I hear they’re sending a team out on location to work on it.” He grabs your wrist, stilling your movements. “Hey, are you listening to me?”

With a groan you roll your eyes, “Yes, of course, I’m listening,” you say before crawling into Eren’s lap, straddling your legs on either side of him. He rests his hands on your ass, gripping you tightly as you brush the hair out of his eyes. “Something something, new client, something… blowjob?” you say, a glint in your eyes.

You can tell he wants to be annoyed with you, but the way you grind in his lap has him biting his lip. You lean forward into his neck, peppering it with soft kisses and gentle bites as you murmur into his skin. “Go on with your story.”

“Fuck you,” he growls, grabbing you tighter and pulling you harder against his growing erection. “I’m trying to be serious right now.”

You reach a hand between your bodies wrapping your fingers around his cock, giving him long, slow strokes as you speak into his ear. “I told you, I’m listening.”

He leans his head back against the seat, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. “I can’t talk when you’re doing that,” he groans, fingers digging harder into the meat of your ass. 

“Oh, sorry.” You lift your hips up, raising them above his cock before slowly lowering yourself down onto him. Your pussy is already stretched and wet from your earlier session, so you’re easily able to slide his semi-hard cock inside of you. “How’s this?” you purr, nibbling on his earlobe. 

He groans, throwing his hands up to run through his hair as you sit on his lap, his cock growing harder inside of you as your pussy clenches around him. “Fuck.”

You nuzzle your face into his neck as he sighs, trying to collect his thoughts. “The Reeves job?”

“So you were listening,” Eren smirks.

You roll your hips against him, wiping that smirk right off his face. “Keep going,” you urge, rocking against his body. 

“The job — ahh, fuck — really fucking important — client…” he whimpers, hands lowering to your hips but just fisting them closed next to you. He’s trying so hard not to grab you and fuck you, you realize whatever he’s saying must actually be important. 

You still your hips against him, deciding instead to kiss along his neck as you warm his cock inside of you. “It’s a big job,” he sighs, catching his breath as you stop moving against him. “They need consultants and accountants.”

Your lips freeze against his collarbone. “Consultants and accountants?” you repeat raising your head up to look at his face. 

Eren’s face is almost contorted in pain, so needy to move inside of you but wanting to get his point across. “It’s a new client and they’re working on building the teams now. Petra and Oluo are leading the selection, I already asked Oluo to put me on the job. You work with Petra quite a bit, don’t you? You should ask her to be on the job.” 

“We’d have to stay in Trost for a couple of weeks, at least,” he says, sighing as his cock twitches inside of you. “Could be fun, right? The two of us, in Trost together.

“If I’ve gotta spend a few weeks out of town for work, I need you there with me.” He leans forward to kiss your neck and the tops of your breasts gently as you grip his shoulders tightly. “I’d be so fuckin stressed without you,” he says, resting his hands on your hips.

You smile at him, running you hands along his shoulders to cup his face. “What are you saying, Eren?”

His fingertips dig into your skin as you start to slowly move against him. “I want you — fuck — to come on the job with me.”

“You want me to come with you?” you whisper into his ear, low and seductive. 

“Yeah,” he growls in response, arms picking you up to slam you back down on his cock hard. “I want you to come with me, baby.” His voice no longer whiney and desperate from you teasing him. Eren’s back in control. 

You lean back against the center console of the car, Eren’s hands holding your hips as he fucks up into you. His cock slamming into you and hitting you in just the right spot that has you crying out and digging your knees into his sides. “You’d miss riding my dick too much,” he says. 

You grip hard into the leather of his seats as his hips buck up into you. He plunges himself deep inside of you before slowly lowering his hips, the full length of his cock dragging along your tight walls, fucking his cum from your previous session deeper inside of you and coating his length in milky white.

“You take that cock so fucking well,” he groans, sliding one hand to your lower back to hold you up as he uses the thumb of his other hand to swirl on your clit, sending you over the edge. “Fuck yeah, baby -- feels so good when you cum on my cock,” Eren’s eyes drift from the bouncing of your breasts to where your two bodies meet, watching your sloppy wet cunt clenching around his dick as you cum, your body trembling in his hands. 

“Eren, fuck!” you cry out, shaking as a second orgasm racks through you. Your bodies are slick with each other’s sweat, windows fogged up completely from your panting and moaning, and every snap of Eren’s hips earning a loud slap of skin on skin and lewd wet sounds as you coat Eren’s cock with your wetness. 

“Yeah, baby, say my name. Say my fucking name,” he pants, fingers digging hard into your skin as writhe in his lap.

Grabbing your hips, he throws you back down into the car seat, shifting so he’s kneeling above you with your legs wrapped around his waist. He pounds his cock relentlessly into you, fucking you like a doll as your eyes roll back into your head, unable to do anything but babble his name, your words coming out like choked sobs as his cock splits you in half. 

“Look at how fucking sloppy your cunt is for me,” he growls, eyes fixed on where your bodies meet, watching your lips grip around his length with every thrust. “Such a fuckin whore for my cock, right baby?”

Eren grabs your thighs, pushing them up against your chest to have you folded completely in half beneath him. You know he loves having you so fucked out on his cock like this. Screaming his name, drool and tears all over your face from the overstimulation. He always says you look so fucking pretty stuffed with his cock. 

“‘M gonna cum,” he groans, but you can’t even hear him, you feel like you’re on another planet. You hardly register when his hips still against yours, cock twitching as he shoots his cum deep inside of you.

Eren loves cumming in your pussy, even when you beg him to shoot his load across your face, tits, or even your ass, he refuses. “A pretty little pussy like this deserves to be filled with my cum,” he’d say, and how could you deny him?

He all but collapses on top of you, heart racing as the two of you try to catch your breath. Your body is sticky from sweat and cum and your muscles are already aching. Sitting down at work for ten hours tomorrow is going to be a bitch after fucking twice in one night.

#tiff.fic #tbaw.fic #tbaw.deleted

[spiteless-xo]

OHHH it will be so sweet when our time comes and it's Eren chance and he has never liked a girl like this before and he knows in theory what to do get flowers plan the date text good morning good night pick her up but it's his first time doing gentleman things so he's super nervous about messing up ASFHFHDJJD

literally 😫😫 he’ll be so awkward about it like he's sweaty the first time he takes her out for a date -- like a date date, not just a hookup at the point.

they'll be at a restaurant and he goes to sit down and then he sees another couple nearby and the boyfriend pulls his chair out for his girlfriend so he looks over at reader in a panic and he's like no, wait, don't sit down!! and both the server and reader are like ???? and then eren rushes around to the other side of the table to pull out her chair and she's like uhhhhh thanks and he tries to play it off cool but there's sweat dripping down his back and the server is hiding their laughter.

dinner goes well, thank god, but then when the two of them are sharing dessert he's like let me feed you. and she's like ?? and he scoops up some ice cream on his spoon and holds it out to her lips and she's just like ...... but eren's all flustered and can't even look at her properly so she humours him and eats the ice cream off his spoon and then he's like whew!! big sigh of relief and in his head he's like fuck yeah, i nailed that. 🥰

#eren #i found this in my drafts!!! #sorry anon idk why i didn't respond to this right away! #tiff.ask #tbaw.fic #eren.drbl

[spiteless-xo]

If nobody asked you about Eren's kinks in tbaw yet, then I'll do the honor.

Spill it.

👀

i can always count on you to ask for eren 🙏

you guys know most of this already thanks to all of the eren smut scenes, but i love any opportunity to talk about him sooo

╰┈➤ kinks in bed - tbaw.

ft. eren/fem!reader

cw. explicit sexual content, explicit language.

eren doesn’t hide how nasty he is like jean does. he wants people to know so they know exactly what to expect with him. he’s proud of his reputation and he likes the attention that comes with it.

i think he’s pretty nasty with one-night stands and short-term hookups, because he doesn’t really care about them. with you, things are different, but he’ll still be nasty with you if you ask.

first off, of course, is exhibitionism!! outdoor sex, sex at the office, in the hotel when floch is sleeping outside — you already know it. the idea of getting caught is such a turn on to him that he doesn’t even care about the consequences. he wants people to hear you guys fucking so everyone else can hear how good he’s making you feel.

eren loves oral but mostly giving. he literally had you spread out on the bathroom counter like a fucking meal and ate you out on his knees like the good little pussy eater he is 🥺 i feel like fuckboys have a reputation of being selfish in bed, but that’s not eren. he loves making you feel good, just with his fingers and his tongue. loves the feeling of your thighs shaking on either side of his head. loves it when you pull his hair.

breeding kink!!! ever since you gave eren the green light to fuck you without a condom, he’s never not cum inside of you. he loooooves seeing you filled up with his cum, fucking it deeper inside of you, watching it spill out — ugh, i’m sure he was on cloud fucking nine the night you guys hooked up at the office, watching you slide your panties back over yourself and then knowing that you’d be walking out of the building with his cum pooling between your legs 🥵

we saw this in the most recent deleted scene, but eren loves edging. he uses it primarily as a playful punishment because he loves seeing you squirm for him. it’s tough for him, too, because he just wants to feel you cum so bad but he knows it’ll be better for you if he teases you for a while, first.

finally, roleplay 👀 especially since the two of you work together, even though you’re in different departments. he’d go feral if you wanted to do like a employee/boss roleplay. he’s definitely thought about it before, selfishly, when you were first going through the PIP. he’d imagine being your mentor and helping guide you through work, and then having you beg to keep your job through sexual favours (he would never ever EVER tell you this tho because he’d worry that you’d think he wasn’t taking your work issues seriously. maybe if things get better at work, he’ll finally tell you)

@shepnicolo tagging u because u also requested this hehe

#tiff.ask #tbaw.fic #eren #tiff.fic #eren.hc