#where do i have to sign to have a boyfriend like connie

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love you better

summary: connie’s gotten sick of watching you hold back from getting full happiness, so he handled it.

(i do not speak spanish, but i’m trying my best. plss don’t kill me yall)

cw: cheating, readers dad is a deadbeat…

word count: 1.3k

(ay coño/oh fuck. el muchacho es un jablador/the boy is a liar. mamagüevo/cock-sucker. no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta/stop talking gibberish, answer the question)

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“ay coño. you keep ridin my dick like that and ima have t’marry you ‘kay?” connie moaned, heavy hand repeatedly squeezing and slapping your ass as you continued to ride him in reverse. your hands wrapped firmly around his ankles as you worked your body in ways he loved. on late nights like this one it was normal for the two of you to smoke each other out and make each other feel good, letting the good vibes of the day carry on into the night.

“m’cummin again pa” you quietly breathed out as you began to bounce your ass harder, tattood hands spreading you open to get a better view of the sin being committed by the two of you. “give it t’me mama. let papi have it” connie groaned before throwing his head back in the pillows. the way your ass moved on his dick was heavenly as your walls continued to get wetter and wetter around him. there was nothing that could possibly make this moment any more perfect.

*ring ring* the sound of your phone snatched him out of his bliss, making a mean mug appear before he snatched it from its spot next to him. “j-jus leave it da fuck m’so close” you continued your ministrations, oblivious to the evil grin the man behind you adorned as he looked at your phone. notification after notification from your ridiculously toxic boyfriend. connies been telling you to leave him, but there was always an excuse. “he was all i had at one point” “my family loves him and ion wanna upset them” “he said she was just his best friend”. you always had an excuse for this dickheads actions, letting him slide for shit like forgetting your anniversary all the way to blatantly cheating on you with his “girl best friend” which made him want to beat his ass.

you felt that you were no better, given your situation, so you chose to just stay and bare with it to keep up this stupid appearance for your family. your mom used to be with a man like connie and look where it got her. raising you as a single mother, trying her hardest to keep you far away from men like your father so you didn’t end up just like her. when you first brought your boyfriend home she was so happy, as were the rest of your family. you knew connie was different though. he gave you a happiness your boyfriend could never bring you. catering not only to your body, but your heart and soul as well. he was who you knew you should be with in the end, but your family would never accept him because of his lifestyle.

you were terrified about how your family would look at you if they found out you’ve switched out being with the golden, grade a student to fornicate with the big bad “thug” from the other side of town. “el muchacho es un jablador, mami. he don’t deserve you.” connie said before grabbing a blunt from the bedside table, putting fire to it as it sat between his pretty lips. “you know how my family is. they not..fuck..not fond of men like y-you” he rolled his eyes, giving you a rough snap of his hips to make you lose your balance.

a pretty cry flew from your lips, hands squeezing around his ankles while making a sly smirk appear on his face. “men like me huh?” he mimicked you. before he could add on to it, he was interrupted by your phone ringing again. ‘must be a sign to handle this shit once and for all’ connie thought before quietly picking it up and laying it down on the bed next to him. you were of course oblivious to this as you let him maneuver you into the backshot position. he grabbed the phone with one hand, placing it at his ear while he pushed your back down with his other hand. “m’not helping you ma, throw that shit back and work for this nut.” you quickly listened to his demand while he continued on the phone. “yo?….yea she here man. lil busy tho but she present” a chuckle rumbled from his chest as he listened to your frustrated boyfriend on the other line. “don’t worry about why i got her phone mamagüevo. just be glad she safe and feeling good”

you were so busy fucking your self on his dick that you didn’t even recognize that he was talking to your boyfriend on the phone. pretty whines falling from your lips as you continued to move your ass back and forth on his long dick. you reached back for connie and all he did was laugh at your weak attempt, pushing your back down to deepen your arch. all of your moans flew loose in the comfort of his room. “please help j-jus a little bit. like when you hit my spot daddy” you clenched around him, continuing to move your hips just how he likes so he could fold. connie could never get enough of you. and he knew you were just as in love and crazy for him. he’ll be damned if he had to spend another night listening to you cry and blame yourself for the actions of a bitch like your “boyfriend”.

connie moved the phone towards your mouth. this was the end of your suffering. “yea? like when papi fuck you like this?” his hips began to move, dick touching you in a sweetest places while he smiled. listening to your pretty moans. “aauughh yesss jus like that papi shittt” your wetness began to spread all over him, strings of your previous releases connecting the two of you with wet squelches. “uhh huh. let em hear you ma” let who here what? your brain finally starting working properly after you heard yelling coming from somewhere.

“you not furreal…you cheating on me bro?!” you whipped your head around in horror. connie just continued to fuck you with a proud look on his face. feeding you deep strokes as he held the phone in front of your face. “i-i..” he rolled his eyes before snapping his hips into you harder. your scream was pornographic as you began to forget all about your boyfriend on the phone. “ughh ‘i-i’….no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta, mami.”

his heavy hand landed on your ass, bringing you back to reality before you continued with your previously forgotten sentence. “ion think t-this gon work out shittt” you spoke as normal as you could, but it wasn’t normal enough. you could basically feel the anger coming from your phone as your now ex boyfriend threw curses and insults your way. “you dirty bitch. you think your family gon be proud after they find out you gave up being wit me for some thug’s dick?” while he spoke connie kissed up your back, stopping at your neck before whispering dirty words to you.

“you like this ‘thug’ dick don’t you girl? like when daddy makes you feel good and gives you what you want?” he deepened his strokes, laying one hand flat on the bed next to you while his other continued to hold the phone speaker towards your ear. “i-i love him and my family gon have to…fuckk… have to accept it or they gon end up jus l-like you, cut off.” your words surprised connie, making his dick even harder before kissing and sucking behind your ear and neck. “y-you need me…i was all you had, remember? you fatherless, selfish slut” he mumbled the last sentence, but connie still heard him. he was trying his hardest to hurt you with his words, but there’s no way in hell connie was letting that happen. chuckling while moving the phone from your face before taking it off speaker and holding it to his ear.

“i’m her daddy now bitch”

#aot x black reader #aot connie #connie springer #aot smut #connie x black!reader #connie smut #connie x black reader #connie springer smut #connie springer x black reader #connie springer x black!reader #aot connie x black reader #aot connie x black!reader #connie x black y/n

[jinkicake]

Will you write jealousy hcs for Connie, jean, Eren, and armin (either they’re jealous or reader is jealous?)

Armin, Connie, Eren, Jean, Reiner x Reader

A/N: Of course!!!! Let me know if you’d like me to write more for this!!! I love jealousy shit! I’m sorry but I also had to include Reiner like..... I just had to. This is also a good part of a zodiac ramble, sorry.

WC - 2.1k

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Armin Arlert

Let’s get one thing clear, Armin is a scorpio (!!!A WATER SIGN!!!). He needs to have you all to himself like he has to be your priority……

Armin is highly sensitive when it comes to his emotions and will get jealous very easily. He won’t show how he is feeling or act on it right away since he does have a level head on his shoulders but, he’ll 100% be feeling it. 

He can get jealous of anyone and everyone, he hates the idea of anyone but him being close to you. In a normal way (and possessive fun way heheh), Armin is very protective and will always have a watchful eye on you. It doesn’t matter if he is in a conversation with someone else or he’s working on something important, if you’re near him then he will immediately be distracted. Little glances will be thrown your way while he writes in his notebook or he might just move to sit next to you entirely. 

In the heat of the moment (when he is feeling his jealousy at its worst), he’ll act calm and unbothered but that can’t be further from the truth!!! Deep down, he’s fucking furious ((not at you -obvi- but the person approaching you)). In almost little time at all, he’ll find a way to remove you from whatever situation you’re in. 

Armin would even get jealous of Mikasa or Eren, not in a romantic way but in a you’re spending way too much time with your friends and he needs your attention way! He gets jealous soooooo easily and will turn into a big pouty mess because of it. Like yeah, he’s so fucking pissed that he’ll also need tons of affection fron you to soothe the ache he’s feeling kekekeke

On the other handddddd,,, when you get jealous,, Armin gets really nervous…. and anxious?

Like he wants nothing more than to fix the reason why you are feeling jealous. He’d hate to know that he made you feel that way,,,,

If it’s someone giving him too much attention, he puts a proper amount of distance between him and them. If his work has taken too much time away from you, he’ll set distinct time slots where he will spend with you. 

Armin is very sweet, a gentle boyfriend so he’ll be sure to make it up to you whenever you get all green and filled with envy!!

But also,,,,, there’s a part inside of him that swells up with pride at how possessive you are over him heheheh Scorpios love loyal s/os!!!!

Connie Springer

Connie,,,, fav bald-headed dumbass, is a male Taurus (and coming from one taurus, a male taurus is the reddest of flags that there is). He’s very stubborn and very perceptive about how he is feeling as soon as he feels it. Connie might pretend to laugh something off or act as if he doesn’t care about it but, that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

He doesn’t allow himself to get jealous. It’s almost like in his own stubbornness, he will push his feelings down because then he thinks he won’t have to deal with them. That method never works and he’s usually left with his stupid frustrations and sometimes gives you the cold shoulder while trying to figure out what to do with them. 

It’s like.. Connie is very clingy (not in a negative way!), and he enjoys being around you and hanging out with you. The two of you are always doing chores together and enjoying each other’s company. However, there will be a point when you start to recognize his clinginess as a sign of his jealousy. This can be seen when he doesn’t part from you ever even when you two have two different things that you each need to be doing. The moment he pulls away from this clinginess is when you have a problem!

As soon as the clingiest ends then comes the ignoring!!! It can be extremely difficult to deal with a petty!Connie but, as long as you keep a clear head and calmly ask him what is wrong and get to the bottom of his hurt feelings then it ends quickly. 

It’s best to get this feeling of anger out of the way quickly because when taurus become hurt, they will always remember that pain! 

Okay…. But when you get jealous, Connie thinks it is the funniest thing in the world. Not because you are upset or uncomfortable but because he can’t understand why you are feeling jealous, like, does he not prove time and time again his unconditional love for you?

He always spends his free time with you and makes sure to keep your needs and desires first in his mind. Your jealousy truly comes as a shock to him and, he might just laugh when you let him know how you feel. 

Howeverrrrr, he will very quickly apologize and make you feel better when he finds out how hurt you’ve been feeling. Taurus are very attentive and when a male taurus cares, he will make sure that you feel you’re very best.

Despite being a red flag, Connie is the greenest red flag ive ever seen!

Eren Jaeger

Oh…. Eren….. He’s fucking crazy. This man is literally a male Aries like…… be careful. Despite being driven and courageous, he’s also extremely desperate and lashes out when pushed to the edge. It’s very easy to tell when he is jealous since it happens so often. 

His type of jealousy is one that needs to be matched with patience. You have such a strong hold over him, unmatchable power, that he can’t fight no matter how hard he tries. He can’t help but want to make sure he’s the only significant factor in your life and he will monopolize all your time to ensure this (what a possessive thing). 

Howeverrrrrr don’t worryyyy, it is a good thing that Eren gets jealous because that means he really loves youuuuu~ And his intentions are relatively pure, okay?

There are times when he can be nonchalant, when Eren can swallow his bitter jealousy and just ignore you until it goes away. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t go away. If you get upset with him over this petty conflict, he’ll quickly come to his senses and beg for your forgiveness and attention. It’s like he’s all tough until he realizes that he’s made you upset LOL

Eren can be very sweet and genuine, you’ll never have to guess with him since he can be so easy to read (as long as you know him well), and he’ll always fiercely protect you no matter what. It’ll be easy to rest knowing you’re his first priority. 

UGH, but the other way around though…. When you get jealous, it sends his pride and ego through the roof like he will get so cocky and hideous (so hot) about it. 

Yes, it makes him feel good knowing that you’re getting protective of him and he finds it hot. Eren is a relatively simple creature, what can I say?

He’ll make sure to ease your jealousy, after he’s gotten a proper amount of it, and he doesn’t half-ass this either!!! In his own way, he’ll tease you and poke you just enough that you get mad but nothing too extreme. The second he notices that you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, he stops and grabs you in his arms. 

Your jealousy made him feel good and now, in return, he’s going to kiss your ass (literally).

If you ever feel like shit from getting jealous, just know that feeling won’t last long because Eren will most definitely make it up to you. 

Jean Kirstein

Jean is much like Eren, given that they’re both Aries. He’s hardworking and extremely caring but, also short-tempered. Fighting with someone explosive and stubborn like Jean is like lighting a match in the middle of an oil spill,, everything will go to shit quickly. It’s not like he wants to lash out at you or fight with you (because really, it’s the last thing he wants) but jealousy is such a wretched feeling and Jean has a very hard time controlling it. 

Yes, he gets jealous very easily and it is also very easy to tell when he is jealous. Jean gets loud and expressive, making sure that his voice booms so that you can hear him. If your attention isn’t on him then he will very quickly make it so that it is. 

Jean naturally gets jealous of anything but, can you blame him? He’s dramatic, he wants to be the center of your world! He will not stand another person giving you attention, it just rubs him the wrong way. Still, most of the time, Jean can ignore his jealousy and subdue it just long enough to get himself away from whoever is pissing him off.

It’s very easy to combat his jealousy, just as easy as it is for him to get jealous. Just give the fire sign attention, that’s it. A little extra affection always does the trick hehe. 

If you just stroke his arm and play with his hair for half of a second, Jean is instantly recovered and puffing his chest in the air like he wasn’t even jealous before. He’s a sweet thing, really,,,,

Oh… when you get jealous, it’s kind of a problem. Aries men are creatures of habit, they can do one thing or another while you can’t do either of the things….

If you’re jealous about something, there’s a good chance that Jean (if he’s swept up in the attention enough) won’t notice. You’ll have to confront him with your feelings and even then, he might just brush you off. 

Only if he can really see the hurt on your face or just how insecure you are feeling (which he can do easily since he kisses the ground you walk on) then he will stop exactly what he is doing. 

Like if he’s surrounded by cadets all gushing over him, he’s going to have a hard time pushing them away BUT, if he knows you are feeling jealous then he will shove them away with ease.

At the end of the day, your happiness is most important to him!! Always!

Reiner Braun

Reiner…. My sweet psychopath…. Is a Leo male, do I need to say anything more about this? (no? I don’t think I do?)

His jealousy can be a bit tedious since he tries his hardest to submerge the feeling but ends up getting choked by it. He doesn’t mean to, but, he might take the frustrations from his jealousy out on you. Not in any harsh way but, he might just ignore you and push you away just to make you push him back and fight him to prove how much you care about him…. Reiner is difficult, we all know this. 

Given, not just his sign, but his entire history and background, it is no surprise that Reiner is so protective of you. He cherishes you and loves you incredibly hard. 

He might not be the easiest to read but when he gets jealous it’s kinda in your face... He’ll hover around you, mildly snooping, as he asks you questions about what you’re doing or who you’re going to be with. Oh! You’re on the phone? Who are you talking to? Why do you have to talk to Eren? Reiner does this in such a smooth way that it comes across as him being curious (which he is) but, you can also see the twitch in his fingers at someone else having your attention. 

Luckily, his open wounds are easy to fix. A little reassurance goes a long way and can prevent a really big explosion of emotions. Stroke his ego a bit (and other places if you’d like) and let him know how much you adore him and love him,,,, Reiner really needs it-

Unlike the rest of these fools, despite being a fire sign, I can’t see Reiner entertaining your jealousy. If this man knows you are feeling upset and insecure, he will fix this the second he realizes it. 

Any doubt that you have, any fear lingering in your mind, will be squashed by his love and affection. There’s literally nothing Reiner can’t talk you out of, he always makes you feel content in your relationships. 

His favorite thing is to just hold you. When his words don’t work, he will always rely on his touch to make you melt into his arms. He’s so sweet when he’s not trying to k!ll everyone, ugh-

You’ll rarely get jealous with Reiner because he doesn’t ever do anything to make you jealous. He’ll never test your feelings or get too close to another person because you’re the only one for him. 

#armin arlert x reader #connie springer x reader #eren jaeger x reader #jean kirstein x reader #reiner braun x reader #aot x reader #armin x you #connie x you #eren x you #jean x you #reiner x you #aot x y/n #aot x you #aot x gn!reader #i got sleepy halfway while editing this so..... i hope it is alright #word vomit... zodiac vomit...

[chaotic-nick]

You can Still Learn: Eren Yeager × Reader

Here's the first instalment for my '400 follower milestone fic specials' with the theme '[Un]learning' where my favourite life lessons in twenty years of living are used for fics!

Plot: Eren's asked why his girlfriend doesn't play any sports, he didn't expect that he'd get mad at something in your past. WC: 1396

Lesson learnt: Playing a sport with a bad group of people ruins it for you, but don't be discouraged because there are people who'll make you want to pick it up again. + Someone will genuinely want to teach you something + the sooner you leave your 'group' of 'friends' the sooner the bad memories stop.

note: Established relationship, college au, reader is coded to have a big chest.

A girlfriend was never something that suited Eren in his first year of university. Quickly making himself known in their batch and their major’s seniors, then university organisations and then the sports teams that wanted him. He’d never maintain a relationship past a conversation. That was what everyone thought of him.

Everyone who knew him agreed that the lucky one signed up for heartbreak. Or worse, fall victim to a classic toxic college romance story.

“Babe,” Eren’s chin dug into her exposed shoulder, eyes scanning the textbooks stacked on the park’s wooden tables. “I don’t wanna leave you here. I already feel bad.”

He called for her again when she slouched forward, abruptly leaving his chin in the air, “Babe.” Truth was, the image everyone knew of him was his personal life bleeding into the impression he made.

Eren was far from what everyone thought he’d be. An abrupt change in the second semester of their second year when he first laid eyes on her.

“Hmm? Sorry, had an earphone in.” Part of it was the fear of letting her down when they first worked on a group project.

As they spent more time with their hands holding each other in her dorm, he turned lovesick. Never wanting to see the worst expressions on her face. “Do you wanna play ball?” He’d even go as far as calling himself the best boyfriend out of everyone in his circle.

“When did I ever play?” She turned to him already knowing that he wore a frown. “I like spending time like this. Really.”

He stood up, dribbling the ball that sat on the ground by their bags, looking for a way to convince her, “This’ll be the first time you’ll play ball and—”

“— first time playing ball outside my dorm.”

His hand froze, a disturbed expression stretching his mouth into a disgusted frown. “Fine. I’m not gonna feel bad leaving you here.”

“Good, good.” 

Eyes followed Eren as he leaned to her table to look at her notebooks spread open. “Whatcha reading? Or notes?” 

“Studying . . . reading into theories . . . parasocial relationships.” Followed by a proud, “Mhm. Big brain stuff.”

He nodded, like always. It was better to just agree. Last time he pushed her into an hour of discussion of colour theory in film. “Cool cool, remember to—” only to be interrupted by a whistle from his friends.

“LOVERBOY YEAGER!” Yelled Jean throwing them a cocky smile to hide the look of envy in his eyes.

Behind him came Connie to wave a hand as he rested his elbow on Jean’s shoulder. “Hey (Y/n).”

“Hello Connie,” then to the blonde that was shadowing Eren, “Reiner!”

The basketball that Jean passed to Reiner returned to him at high speed, bringing a force worse than a punch to his gut. He didn’t need to turn to them, already knowing that it was Eren.

“Don’t look at her like that.”

Holding his gut, he turned to Eren while his face showed that he fought the pained expression from showing, “I’m not?”

“You were.” Reiner pointed out, crouching down for the ball.

Instigating them more, Connie joined, “Yeaah, eyes big, mouth wide open. All that.”

“Does she play anything? Like basketball? Stuck sitting like that?” Instead of lunging at Jean, Eren only held the collar of his shirt up to his chin. “Just curious, really.”

“Honestly, yeah. You two are polar opposites. She studies and you, you just pass.” 

In the hour that they were playing together, Eren properly turned his body to look at her whose form only resembled a shrimp more. “Dunno.” He shrugged.

Reiner joined them to hand Connie the ball, “Pfft, you two are stuck together—”

“—Like always together.”

“Really,” Eren repeated, “We don’t talk about stuff and. . .”

“You’re telling me you don’t know anything other than her name”

“No, I don’t know stuff like that yet.”

“And you’re all head over heels, wow.”

With wide eyes and in the sternest he’s ever been he cut them off, “I can tell you how soft her cheeks are though.”

“Ahh,”

“Great.”

“Like the Mochi Mikasa’s mom makes. Really!”

Subconsciously walking on the exposed side of the road, Eren’s hand now swung the mesh bag where she insisted to keep the ball in rather than, “I don’t want you letting it go and then dying because you got hit.” And the other firmly holding her hand.

“You okay?” She asked, wanting to take a picture of him with her backpack slung in front of him. “I can carry my own bag, ren—”

“No.” Came a firm tone. Silence enveloped them again when they crossed the road, switching sides with her. “Babe, do you play any sports?”

Tiredly she held up her free hand up to his eyesight, clenching it into a fist. “That’s just taekwondo. Not balls?” Then her pointer finger poked out up to touch her thumb, forming a circle. “Dorm activities don’t count.”

“Uh-huh, then it’s a no.” A long look at the side of his face, slowing their pace. “Not even when we’re going rounds and rounds and I tap out?”

“Not at all, babe. Like an actual sport.”

Facing the street again she started in a softer tone, “I wanted to . . .” and when she felt him look down on her she looked up with a grin, “. . . play with balls. You made it come true— sorry. But I wasn’t joking. Got sick after Volleyball— google lied when they said it’s good for asthmatics.”

“Well shit.”

“Mhm, and, and before that, I wanted to play basketball, though.” Joining the line at the their usual takeaway place she let go of his hand and faced him.

“What happened?”

“I think it was the end of tenth grade, bunch of my friends got together in a circle— they were all 

basketball girls and were just throwing the ball around. I thought, why not join them? I need a 

break from studying for exams. And then while I was distracted I was hit in the chest area, when I looked at them they were laughing. Like straight to the boob. Shit, it hurt. So I never played with my own so-called friends.” Looking down, her shirt stretched the text over her chest. “My boobs made it a good target for them it seems.”

“What the— shit! Fuck? Babe what?”

“I mean my boobs were just there so, yeah I guess it was funny to them”

“Still,” he emphasised, eyebrows furrowing together. “That’s shitty of them to do.”

“Come to think of it they always made fun of my chest, that was the only time they hit it though. No, wait . . . three times, I think.”

“Babe,” he repeated, “It’s fucked up shit.”

“It was in the tenth grade, ‘ren.” Waving at the owner’s daughter through the window, she didn’t understand why Eren was more pressed than her.

“So what? Come on babe, you’re learning how to dribble right now.” he caught on quickly and tried to talk in a lighter tone, “—then when you can shoot hoops we’re getting couples’ jerseys, yeah?”

“Oh shut up, let’s go or—”

“Yeah back to the park.” His civility can only last to an extent.

“No, to the dorms after we eat. You need a shower, baptise your clothes in detergent.”

“And you’re hugging my arm.”

“Because if you keep swinging you’ll hit someone.” The image of her wearing a pouted expression before pretending that it was a genuine mistake only boiled his blood more.

“It better be one of your so called friends.”

“I don’t talk to them anymore.”

“Good.” Still, she’s told him enough about them to know that this was . . . tame. “I’m still mad at them, fuckers can burn.”

“Wow.” Unable to stop the grin tugging at the corner of her mouth, “maybe high school would’ve been more fun with you in it, or with genuine friends.”

“And you could’ve learnt— I’m sorry it’s just so, what the fuck, babe?” Seeing his eyebrows meeting like in anger for something that had happened fours years ago brought a smile to her face, a warmth to a heart that only knew rejection when it wanted to learn.

“We can probably do that when we’re done with our tests.”

#nick writes fics #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x you #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot x you #aot fanfiction

[mommypieck]

Maybe some pegging, overstim, and reader receiving cunnilingus from Connie from aot??

༺ ♱ ༻ kinktober day seventeen: pegging

✿ connie springer

✿ your boyfriend connie tries new things in the bedroom

"do u think dick in the ass feels good?" your boyfriend connie blurted out as he sat down next to u on the bed. you blinked few times, completely oblivious to what he meant.

"we did it few times and it felt good." you whispered and held your arms out for your boyfriend to cuddle.

you and connie had good sex life. like really good. he was always the person with higher stamina in your relashioship, but you never had problem with it. your bedroom fun included all sorts of toys and you have already tried all positions.

"i want you to peg me." he said bluntly into your neck. you stopped stroking his hair, sitting up and looking him straight in the eye. you didn't find any sign of irony as you expected, he was dead serious.

connie shifted his body so that his head was right in your lap. his hand caressed your sides, it was obvious that he wanted you to say yes. he slowly pulled your shorts down along with your panties, blowing air at your exposed core.

"please say yes." he begged, looking at you with clouded eyes. you weren't sure that to say, never having it done before.

"yes..." you whispered when his tongue met your clit.

" does that feel good?" he whispered against your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. he was lapping at your cunt like a man starved, making sure to make you feel as good as possible. his tongue danced on your clit as his fingers probed at your entranced. suddenly three fingers slammed into your heat. connie always admired how good you can take his fingers and he knew he can start with three from the start. his fingers started thrusting in and out, curling to make sure to hit your sweet spot. you could feel your orgasm nearing as your walls tightened against his fingers.

"here you go..." he trailed off, sucking at your clit harder. you came with a loud scream, creaming all around his fingers. although he didn't stop moving his fingers and only continued even harder.

"one more, baby. one more." he tsked at you, hit other hand toying with your clit. you came for the second time that night. the exhaustion hit you and you fell down against the mattress. you opened your eyes to see connie staring down at you with a bright smile.

" come on now, " he said, "now you can fuck me." he flipped you over so that you were on top. you noticed that he already prepared all items while you were trying to get down from your high. you took a bottle of lube into your hand, looking at it a little scepticaly, not really knowing where to start.

" i prepped myself earlier," he announced, grabbing the straps of the strap on. you were a bit surprised now knowing that your boyfriend planned this and was sure you were gonna say yes.

"let me help you. leg up." he said softly, helping your to get into the harness. you took a hold of your dick when it finally strapped to your body. connie was already prepared ans was looking at you with waiting look. you slowly pushed into his heat, the muscles enveloping your dick.

"fuck..." connie let out at the stretch. his body telling him he can't take it, but his mind telling him yes. so big, he thought to himself. the stretch was surely there and you weren't even halfway in. you tried thrusting in a bit, moving your hips to meet him. connie let out a loud whine at that, a sign for you to continue. you started thrusting in harder, hitting connies spot right away. your boyfriend gripped the pillow, putting it on his face to muffle his moans and cries. the act was nothing he's ever experienced before. his whole body was on fire, but the pleasure kept overwhelming him.

"im gonna cum." he warned you, moving his hips to meet yours. you took his cock into your hand, stroking your hand along with the thrusts. with one big mouth, he came all around his and your tummy. you couldn't help but to whine at the sight, your boyfriend laying on the bed, cum covering his tummy and fake dick still inside of him. before you could register what was happening, you were flipped onto your back, connie above you already stroking his cock again.

"thank you baby, but now im gonna ruin you."

#aot smut #aot x reader #attack on titan #snk #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #connie springer x reader #connie smut #connie springer smut #connie aot #connie springer #connie springer x you #connie springer aot #connie springer x y/n #conny springer #conny springer x reader

[whomstress]

Which One? Chadverse su fic

Hey so I asked @universallywriting a while ago if I could do a fic on their and @suf-fering au and it was going to be much longer than this but I’ve been sitting on this so long I just needed to post it or it’d get lost forever. I know the pacing is fast but I also haven’t written in a while so I’m a little rusty. Hope you guys still like it!

“So that’s another one for me!” Star puts a tally on his board adding to a solid 7 whereas Diamond points have reached a measly 3.

“Can we please stop? I wanna actually watch some of this movie!” Connie said giggling at her husband’s pouty face. She didn’t like how this game was turning. Diamond may not show many emotions, but a game based on which one of them makes her happier in a situation and him losing by half is probably not making him feel great. Even though she knew he’d sit through it if she wanted to.

“Booooo! Just when things were really starting to get good.” Star flops back on the sofa, “I’m the winner so guess that means I’m the better boyfriend too.”

“What?” Connine and Diamond say at the same time looking at him.

“I mean c’mon he got three things you like about him more and two weren’t even about him.”

“Star, that’s not funny.” Connie said, putting down her drink.

“You're right it’s sad. He can cook and clean, more of a maid than a boyfriend.” He’s now directly staring Diamond down and Connie can feel the agitation in the room rising. It’s one thing when Star got mad but when Diamond snapped so did a good portion of things in the room.

“Star, stop! That’s not even true!” But they weren’t listening to her. They’d been caught up in their own world.

“He doesn’t have a heart, how's the tinman expected to know how to love?”

She hears a creak in the wood as he clenched a little too hard despite his stoic face, knowing the tale tale sign of Diamond starting to get upset.

This wasn’t common but also not something that happened before more than a few times over the years. Though Star was usually one to let himself become overrun with emotions to the point they overtook him there were times he could use them as weapons and tear someone apart. 

More often than not it was himself. Steven had told her about this; it was a type of self harm his consular had told him. One side bullying the other with his greatest insecurities. It was much easier to pick on his Diamond side; it didn't have the emotional maturity to deal with things the same. Since Star knew what bothered Diamond the most he could aim for like a bullet to the heart. Half the defense, double the damage.

Connie learned Star got his frustrations out but it causes more problems for both of them. Steven’s therapist was kind enough to explain to her what follows this. She thanks the stars for psychiatric professionals because despite how much she loves Steven she’s been so lost other times. Connie lets out a heavy sigh; she'll need to stop this soon or Star will spiral and Diamond will wonder off for a couple days again. 

“Alright enough is enough. I’m putting my foot down. If you can’t talk right now that’s fine but we’re NOT going after each other after the first nice night we’ve had alone since the baby was born, understand?” Her face softens and she says, “If not for you, at least for us. Please.”

Connie looks at Star and he’s looking at the crushed part of the couch with an intense stare. He knows where this will go if this doesn’t stop now. So she gets his attention and makes him look her in the eyes so she knows what she’s asking. “Star?”

He looks up and takes a look at the room. All the romantic lights and flower petals they set up for her. This was meant to be special. Gems and Dad with the baby. It was just supposed to be them being as comfortable and relaxed as they could be with him split like this. “I guess… it would be a waste to let this night go in the gutter.”

Connie knows it’s a reluctant comply but she’s still grateful. “Thank you, Star.” 

She places a hand where his Diamonds is still clenched on the couch to guide his eyes to her for the same kind of promise, “Diamond?”

He lets out a clenched breath as if that doesn’t say enough how hard this is for him since she’s pretty sure he doesn’t even breathe. He looks deeply in her eyes for a moment searching for something and she briefly wonders if he found what he was looking for before he flips his hand over to gently rub a thumb over the top of her hand, “Anything for you.”

She sits back down and puts her vacant hand in Stars and he instantly takes it to his lips with a kiss. The air is still tense but it’s much calmer now. Still thick with fresh wounds but manageable.

The movie plays on in silence but Connie’s equal attention is a comfort the men can’t ignore. It’s calming and cooling like the waves outside their window. It brushes over them in a breeze and they can feel themselves relax physically and mentally around her in a matter of minutes.

It doesn’t take long before they occupy her space in a familiar way. She thinks it’s crazy how his mood can change so quickly. One minute they're at each other's throats and the next they want to cuddle.

She knows it can be messy at times but she’ll love him no matter what. She's just glad the crisis was averted and it shows to how much he’s grown because before this was practically impossible. The fact that he’s willing to not fall into his old habits is exactly why she believes in him so much.

He believes anyone can change. It’s one of his great strengths. Everyone has a chance at redemption and despite this fight Connie can’t help how proud she feels knowing he’s allowed some of that compassion to himself. Because for the longest time he hasn’t. 

After about another half hour everyone has finally relaxed enough to mold into each other, but because of this the movie starts to drag on and her eyes start to get droopy. She’s about to fall asleep when she hears, “Hey Connie?”

She hums perfectly comfortable to fall asleep between her husbands. Star laughs and Diamond lip quirks at her cuteness of her little wrinkle of her nose, “Can we ask one more question?”

She frowns rather harshly for how sleepy she is, “That really does not sound like a good idea.”

“I know, I know, but we’ve been wanting to ask this for a while and we won’t fight. Swear it.” 

She’s about to argue more firmly but when she peaks her eyes open they both have puppy eyes and despite knowing this is pretty suspicious she decides once again to give in to them. Because like she said they did so well tonight and jeez if that wasn’t the face she fell in love with.

So she turns to Diamond, “Fine, but you ask the question, so make it count.”

This choice thus turned out to be her biggest regret of the night because on the rare occasion of the two sides working together Star gave him a firm nod to ask a question they’ve long wanted to. “Which one of us made Kaya?”

Connie’s eyes shoot open and her arms are thrown in the air with a squeaked “WHAT!?!”

Connie turns around from the couch flustered and ranting about how they were ALL her husband. She didn’t sleep with three different men so this shouldn’t even be a question. It would make no difference which all of them it was. Steven and all of them were her father. This question was ridiculous!

Star and Diamond waited until she was done ranting before Star slowly moved his mouth again, “Connie we were joking, we know were all her Dad nothing will change that. But, you actually know don’t you?”

Connie was still flustered beyond belief looking everywhere but her husbands. Her mouth moves before her words come out and she fidgets rather obviously before a final,  “...Yeah”

Diamond and Star look at each other, trying to keep their cool. “Do you want to tell us?”

She sighs, calming herself down and sits back between both of them, “Of course I do! I just don’t want to cause any fighting between you two. Especially after tonight.”

Each of them straightened a little taller knowing it was one of the other. “It’s okay Connie, you can tell us anything. We would never be upset with you. It’s completely up to you if you wanna say it.” Star hugs her gently and Diamond rests a warm hand on her leg to comfort her but there’s an edge to there words that betrays the promise they spoke.

Connie’s eyebrow raises and she lets out the most sarcastic ‘uh huh’ they’ve ever heard. So she leans back and says, “Then I guess I’ll keep it to myself since you're both okay with not knowing.”

Both men become ridged as rocks in a moment and Connie wiggles out of their grasp. “I knew this would happen and I didn’t even say it yet!”

“So you are gonna say it?” Star said hopefully.

“Star!” Connie said warningly.

“Oh c’mon we all know it’s me! I'm organic, human! He’s the gem! Your mom’s a doctor, you know how it works! I'm pretty sure he couldn’t even get you pregnant if he tried! Right, Connie?”

She looks away and finds her wine. “I need a drink.”

Connie blush started to pick up 10 fold as she feels eyes burn holes into her. Star looked at Connie downing her wine and Diamond whose eyes were wider than he’d ever seen. “Right!? Connie!?”

Diamond plopped back to the back of the couch with a large thud and awed look on his face. Both halves of Stevens finally looked at each other each end the couch one literally glowing in endearment and the other seething in disbelievement almost creating a perfect yin and yang of energy as a nervous Connie sunk further into the couch waiting for the for the spark that sets off the dynamite. 

Diamond looks to the scoreboard they had earlier that night, remembering the jealousy he felt but couldn’t express everytime Star gained another tally against him. When he looked back at Star he noticed he followed his eyes and Star’s expression said everything as if the words were written on his face. ‘Doesn’t count. DON’T. SAY IT.’

Star is right, it doesn't count. The birth or conception of their only beloved child isn’t a silly game. Though they had slightly made this a contest, by the time they fused back into Steven they’d see both sides of the story. Like Connie said they were all Steven. Star was no less a Dad to her than Steven or Diamond. They’d understand that in the end it really doesn’t matter that much who was the one to help conceive their child. The most logical thing is to let it go.

Star seems to calm down a hair, raising an eyebrow as he can see the gears in Diamonds head working. Diamonds eyes laser focus on Star and think of all the taunts and “burns” tonight. 

…

On the other hand he’ll never have an opportunity like this again. He makes a decision. He decides not to say a word about it.

Instead he places an arm around Connie and draws her close to him Star bristles like a porcupine ready to fight but what really does it is Diamond looks Star up and down before letting out the smallest unmistakable, “pfft.”

There is a thick silence for 5 seconds before the rest of the evening is filled with some sort of chaos.

“HOW D A R E YOU, YOU HOMEWRECKER!” Star explodes with the ferocity of a volcano and Connie’s face falls to her hands

#wanted to end on a funny note to cover this whole au because I think it covers a whole spectrum and wanted to give it justice #really hoped you liked it #please read their fics and check out the au #they're so much better than mine #again i know this was kinda fast pace but I hope you like it! #su au #chadverse #sur-fering #universallywriting #mia writes #i named their daughter Kaya because it means the ocean

[screpa]

Your Steamy Birthday Celebration (Pt. 3)

Summary:

Your boyfriend Bertolt wanted to gift you three perfect days as your birthday gift. He asked Sasha to ask you about your kind of perfect day. Sasha managed to make you treat her and the girls (Mikasa, Krista, Ymir) to a girls' night out at the bath house. The guys - Jean, Reiner, Armin, and Connie – decided to help out but ended up embarrassing Bertolt. So, what did the gentle giant had in store for you?

Chapter summary:

Bertolt surprised you with a mini vacation as your birthday gift. Bertolt suddenly transformed into a charming and confident man that you were completely under his control.

Tags: Mature, sexual tension, cute date.

Read here or on AO3, up to you ^^

Here are the 1st and 2nd chapters if you missed it ^^

Under Bertolt's Control

The next morning you found your sweet boyfriend waiting for you by the entrance of the women’s dorm. You grabbed his arm in excitement and said, ‘Good morning, sweetheart. So? Where are you taking me?’

He restrained himself from kissing you as people are around. He toussled your hair instead. ‘Well, have you packed your stuff?’

‘Yeap, enough for 3 days, 2 nights! So, where are we going?’

‘You’ll see when you get there’. He playfully pressed the tip of your nose.

You faked a pout, ‘Well, let’s go then!’

Turned out that he took you to one of the districts within wall sina. You’d been there before numerous times, but it felt different, well, more impressive now that you were there without any duty in mind.

You were busy admiring the buildings and the beautiful people that you just followed wherever Bertolt was guiding you toward.

He stopped in front of one of the row houses. There was a sign engraved with ‘Lisbeth’s Inn’ on top of the entrance door. 

‘Let’s go in,’ Bertolt smiled as he invited you to follow him.

A homely middle-aged woman greeted the both of you. ‘Welcome to Lisbeth’s Inn, how may I help you?’

‘I reserved one of your rooms for a couple of days? Under the name Bertolt Hoover?’

‘Ah, yes, Mr. And Mrs. Hoover, please follow me to your room’.

‘Ah, we’re, we’re not–,’ Bertolt stammered.

You cut him short, ‘That’d be lovely, Ma’am’.

He looked at you, confused.

The woman took you to the second floor and showed your room. It wasn’t a room. It was more like a tastefully decorated apartment. It had a living room with a small balcony, a small dining area, a bathroom, a bedroom. 

You were speechless that your boyfriend was treating you like nobility.

The woman said kindly, ‘I hope you like the apartment. It’s perfect for newly-weds like you’.

‘We–‘

You blurted before Bertolt could say anything, ‘it’s perfect, Ma’am! We’re going to enjoy our stay here!’ 

‘Please, let me know if you need anything. You can inform the kitchen, located near the entrance, if you want to eat. We always have warm food ready for our guests. I take my leave now’.

‘Thank you, Ma’am’.

When the woman closed the door, you went to hug Bertolt and pecked him all over the face.

You kept both of your hands on his cheeks. He circled his arms on your waist.

‘You’re going way and beyond this time, sweetheart! What’s gotten into you?’

He sheepishly answered, ‘I just wanted to do something nice for your birthday. It’s two days late, but happy birthday, my love’.

You didn’t even remember it was your birthday. You hugged him closer and thanked him over and over.

He said, ‘the others helped too. The girls gave the idea after talking to you. And the guys, well, they helped in their own way. Jean and Connie prepared a gift for you. Let me take it’.

‘So that’s why the girls were curious about a perfect day with you’.

‘Yea, I knew that I won’t be able to fish out the information without you suspecting anything. I took you out here, far away from the headquarter, so that we can be free being ourselves’.

‘And do what man and wife do?’ You asked him teasingly.

‘Oh, ah, that, well,’ he stammered nervously.

‘Re-laaaax, sweetheart, I’m not asking you to marry me now. Not pressuring you or anything’.

‘Ah. Well. Just know that it’s not that I don’t want to marry you. I want to! That’s the one thing that I really, truly want to do, but not here’.

‘Not here?’

Bertolt realised his mistake. He couldn’t reveal that he actually wanted to take you back to Marley and spend the remainder of his life there as your husband. He was speechless as he didn’t know what to say.

‘You meant not now?’ You asked.

‘Y- Yea, that’.

You smiled and pulled him close.

‘Remember this, I’m not pressuring you to settle down, okay? I thought it’d be nice to just live like a married couple while we’re here. So we just go all the way while we’re here’.

He caressed you cheeks, ‘I’d like that. And know that I’m not pressured. I want it to be a reality too’.

You kissed him tenderly.

He said, ‘now, the gifts!’

He handed a parcel with a sketch books, some pencil and charcoal.

‘That’s from Jean and Connie. Jean said that you might want to save some moments as drawings’.

‘Ah! That boy knows me too well!’

‘And this one, this is from me’.

‘Whoa! You’ve given me so much already! What’s this?’ You tore the wrapping paper and found the most beautiful yellow frilly dress. You gasped. You haven’t worn anything like that before.

‘Go and try it on’.

‘Oh, o-okay’.

You went into the bedroom and change. You looked at your reflection as you put on the dress. It was a perfect fit. You’d never felt so beautiful before.

‘Wow!’ You heard him admiring you.

You turned around to see him in a half-unbuttoned white shirt and dark blue pants. He looked so perfect that you went speechless.

He stood by the door with confidence. So unlike him at all. Not that it bothered you. It was just that you suddenly felt nervous. 

What’s this? You asked yourself. You were never nervous around him. You were always in control while he would be the shy and devoted one.

He approached you. His walk, his posture, his facial expression screamed self-assurance and confidence that you felt your knee weakening as your entire being swooned over him.

He pulled you close and kissed you passionately. He pushed your mouth open with his lips, his tongue rushed in to meet yours, he took you deeper into his mouth. The kiss further weakened you, but he pulled your body into his and you went mad with desire.

But he suddenly stopped, abruptly severing you from pleasure.

He told you in a low, seductive voice, ‘I will have you. Later’.

You whimpered.

He took your hand and gently guided you out of the apartment.

You could only blindly follow him.

Once outside, Bertolt went back to his usual boyish self. He cheerfully asked you what you wanted to do first.

Your body was still hungry for him, viciously protesting for the sudden interruption.

Then you saw his muscled chest peeking from the unbuttoned shirt, his exposed skin continue to his long pillar of a neck, to his alluring adam’s apple that you just want to nibble. Then his face, though no longer carrying a masculine confidence like a few minutes ago, looked so exquisite that you just want to plant wet kisses on it.

‘… What do you say? Y/N?’

You were drowning in lust that you didn’t hear him.

You saw him holding your canvas tote bag and you roughly took it from him.

He jumped a bit, but you didn’t care. You frantically searched for the sketch book from Jean and Connie, took it out and started to fan yourself with it. 

You need to cool down. Cool down. Cooool down. All in good time, Y/N, breathe, you told yourself.

‘A- are you okay?’ He asked you, concerned.

‘Of course not! Let’s just start walking okay,’ you snapped at him, continuing to fan yourself.

He chuckled innocently. It was an act. He knew full well that you were under his control now.

He gently took the sketch book from you and put it back in the bag. He slung the bag on his shoulder and locked your hand in his.

Both of you walked along the streets, going to where the shops and cafes were located. The walk helped to ease the sexual tension. Both of you browsed the merchandise on sale, chat about nothing and everything, just enjoying each others’ company.

You caught a whiff of fragrant coffee scent. You looked around to find its source and found a coffee shop. You tugged at his shirt toward the place. You told him to take a seat in shop’s patio as it was a perfect spot for people watching. Plus, the weather was too beautiful to be cooped up inside. 

You wanted to be the one ordering the sweets since Bertolt tend to order ‘just enough’ when you preferred to have more! You took your time choosing since there were just too many good selections.

The shop keeper would bring the coffee and sweets to you later, so you went out of the shop. You found Bertolt sitting and chatting with an attractive, busty blonde, who was standing way too close.

Back in the Regiment, he was a hidden gem among the brutes, but now in his civilian clothes he suddenly became Mr. Hot and Steamy that women couldn’t help noticing.

What was that you saw? The woman giggled and dared to squeeze his arm. Her hand stayed way too long on his arm! While he... He didn’t flinch at the touch!

You were raging mad! 

You somehow managed to control yourself. Without a word, you took a seat opposite him. You pretended to people-watch.

‘Your sister’s beautiful, just like you!’ She said in a husky voice.

You gripped the edges of the table so hard that the tip of your fingers turned white. 

‘She’s my wife, but I agree that she’s beautiful,’ Bertolt cheerfully told the woman.

‘Oh, I see,’ the woman replied with clear disappointment. ‘I wish you both an wonderful day then. Ta-ta’.

You made a face while quietly repeating her flirty ‘ta-ta’.

You then stared him in annoyance. He stared back at you with his innocent, adorable face.

He was saved by the arrival of the coffee and sweets. 

Once everything was placed neatly on the table and you were left alone, you aggressively stabbed at one of the cakes and bit it in half. You kept looking at him while you chew, openly showing your anger. But he kept his innocent expression and sipped his coffee.

You were still holding the fork with half of the cake stuck to it.

He said, ‘I also want to have a bite of that’.

You were going to deny him that pleasure, but he gently grab your hand directed it toward his mouth. He took a bite, ‘mmm, so good!’.

You gulped. That moan was too provocative for a mere piece of cake.

‘Oh, some of the cream dropped to your wrist. We can’t have you dir-ty’. He put extra emphasis on the word dirty. Then he slowly licked the cream from your wrist. His hot, wet tongue traced the sensitive area of your wrist. 

You felt hot lava erupting from between your legs.

You suddenly turned very shy toward him. You stammered incoherently and pushed the fork and the cake into his hand. You rubbed your whole arms to get rid of the goosebumps.

He just smiled toward you and finished the cake in one bite, as if nothing had happened. Then he started to people-watch, sipping his coffee once in a while.

You couldn’t take a sip your coffee. You were too busy regulating your breath and trying to ease the wave of lust that came back with a vengeance.

‘Should we have dinner at the inn tonight? The lady mentioned about beef stew. Sounded so good, right?’ he asked.

How could I think about food right now!!! You screamed in you head.

‘Yea, sure’. You said matter of factly.

Before we head back, we should get some ingredients for breakfast. I feel like having your muffins for breakfast.’ The way he said ‘muffins’ made you think if he meant it as a pun.

‘Sure’.

‘I’ll ask the shopkeeper to pack the sweets. Be right back’. He gathered the sweets and went into the shop.

You started to fan your face with your hands. Darn it, woman, get a grip! You scolded yourself.

You tried to act normal when shopping and during dinner. All you wanted was to get back to the apartment and have him in you. 

But, for some reason he was frustratingly slow in everything that he did. 

He selected eggs like his future depended on it. He inspected them one by one. Then he scooped the flour little by little, making sure that the weight was exact. The same when he picked the blueberries and bananas. He even had the audacity to ask the shopkeeper to explain how to choose the best vanilla pods. 

During dinner, he chewed so slowly, savouring every bite. Sipped and swirled the wine in his mouth. You were too impatient that both the food and wine tasted like sand to you.

Finally! He was done. You grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the stairs. But he saw the lady of the inn and stayed for a chat. You stood by the stairs, stopping yourself from banging your head to the wall with all your might.

He said goodnight to the lady and started to walk up the stairs. Leaving you behind. You were fuming mad!

He went into the apartment, straight into the living room.

You closed the door and rested your head on it. You were too angry now. You just wanted to wash up and go to bed.

You saw him standing in the middle of the living room, his back to you. He looked so relaxed, both of his hands in his pocket.

You told him in annoyance, ‘I’m going to wash up and go to bed. Good night!’

He half-turned his body toward you and told you in a gentle, but reprimanding voice, ‘I don’t think so’.

His confident face stared at you.

You started to feel nervous and shy again.You felt goosebumps on your arms. You were unsure of how to react, so you just stood there looking at him.

He slowly walked toward you, still with hands in his pockets, locking his eyes on yours. ‘I remembered perfectly well that I said I will have you later’.

He stood towering in front of you. He grabbed the small of your back to pull you closer, pressing your body against his. He added, ’that later, is now’.

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This story is part the "Detours to Your Heart" series, comprises of stories of your friendship and slow burn romance with Levi Ackerman. You build many interesting relationships with other AOT characters, such as ambiguous friendship/ romance with Hange Zoe, a whirlwind romance with Bertolt Hoover, sibling-like relationship with Jean Kirstein, and many more!

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[dicktozier]

I'm rambling about Daryl Dixon and romance ... what year is it?

I have had some serious time with my man Daryl, since I have actively watched TWD since 2012 (except for a small hiatus last year where I didn't finish the show bc I didn't want it to end lol but I recently did finish and its all I think about now)

I have always thought that Daryl was a queer character. If you know the character, you know what I mean by him having those signs of being queer ... constantly thinking of himself as an outsider ... being drawn to friendships with women ...

I thought that in canon, it made the most sense for him to be ace? Every person he's formed a strong bond with, it's been platonic, when plenty of other romantic couples on the show have formed from much less.

I also remember something about Norman thinking that Daryl just has zero game and would be very awkward about romance. 😆 Which I agree with.

This kind of thing has also lead me to think that he could have internalized homophobia, where he's never really acted on his feelings for the same sex.

I have also thought that maybe he was just physically abused so much as a child that he couldn't stand that idea of being touched.

Which are like both very sad reasons that he's never had romance.

With or without Daryl being queer being the case, Leah was such a mistake on the writers part. I don't know what they were thinking with that shit. Why would they give Daryl romance after all that time only for him to have to kill her for shock value? Like was he not traumatized enough? Have we not done enough to him? For him to be THAT vulnerable with someone and then that all happened with the reapers ... give me a damn break writer's room.

I never saw it as necessary for Daryl to have a romance on the main show. I can understand that people did want that, and pressed for that, (especially when it comes to Carol, since he is clearly the closest to her out of anyone ever).

Now that he has his own show, and we are delving even more deeply into him ... still exploring the world, but he is the ACTUAL main character with the damn show named after him, I could be more open to the idea. I understand the show likely isn't going to make him queer.

I have TOTALLY written rp threads and fics with Daryl in relationships (even sexual ones) that take place in the canon timeline. I have fantasized and daydreamed about him having a boyfriend. I think he's had a strong bond with Aaron. I just like the idea of him being with Jesus, (though I could make a list of their couple of canon interactions of WHY lmao - its fine).

I know from experience of r0leplaying in The Walking Dead fandom back in the day that people are protective and wild over their ships ... especially when it comes to Daryl ... not that I have too many followers now ... especially TWD peeps.

Beth and Connie are Daryl's biggest m/f ships other than him and Carol, and I ... guess I get it, but also Do Not.

I don't actively participate in shipping Daryl and Carol, I do understand why people do. If he and Carol do end up being endgame, I will probably root for it. Wanna make it clear, even though it ain't my OTP, whatever makes Daryl happy I am here for it. He really does deserve that happy ending.

#daryl dixon #i'm rambling #twd #the walking dead

[riverstardis]

bah humbug:

duffy’s husband turning up😬 they’re separated but i think he’s under the impression they’re going to be giving it another go

aw ethan asks alicia if they can breeze past the awkward bit and go back to normal and she’s like “i love normal” and he’s like “good, you’ll be pleased to hear that the ed is full of grumpy hungover patients” and she goes “i hate normal” SKDKFKGK

alicia feels trapped in the middle of her parents because they both want her to spend christmas with them but they hate each other and she says she’s tempted to just pretend she’s working and ethan asks why doesn’t she take cal with her for moral support and she says he doesn’t “do parents” apparently and he says he’s sure he would if she asked him… i don’t think cal’s as good a boyfriend as he’s making him out to be

duffy’s husband throwing away their divorce papers

max and jez keep scratching their arses because alicia put itching powder in their underwear snskkfkkgg

cal can’t do christmas dinner with alicia’s bickering parents because he has plans already. he came across some half price flights to the bahamas so he got them for ethan’s christmas present. he goes “where better to pull than on the beach right?”💀 she’s like “is this a present for him or you?” and he says “i’ll be looking but i promise no touching” no but alicia’s right though like that’s very clearly cal’s idea of a good holiday and not ethan’s, though not as bad as him sending ethan on holiday to magaluf that one time though😭, and alicia knows that for sure since ethan told her if he could go anywhere he would go to falmouth!

duffy’s husband faking symptoms to get her to worry that he has a brain tumour and convince her to give him another chance… yikes

ooo mr grayling’s ghosting lily

dylan tells seb he’s still lacking a lot of basic clinical skills so unless he makes a drastic improvement by the end of his rotation he’ll have to fail him. and then elle finds seb crying and he tells her that dylan kissed him and that he’s threatening to fail him because he wasn’t interested😐

awww jacob dressing up as santa and connie with a reindeer antler headband to give grace a puppy for christmas🥺🥺

aww louise bought noel a train ticket to manchester so he can go see honey🥺

ryan finally signs the divorce papers and duffy immediately goes and proposes to charlie lol

#classic casualty #bah humbug

[eremiie]

i don’t do drugs (still, i want you)

❥ nsfw | 19k words | eren x reader

❥ content warnings: dubious consent, cheating, infidelity, unhealthy relationships, toxic relationship, dirty talk, rough sex, fingering, cunnilingus, drug use (marijuana), mentions of alcohol

❥ eren is relentless and when he wants something, he’ll have it. he won’t even stop at you— who has a noxious boyfriend eren can’t stand— whom he shows you in more ways than one.

happy birthday to the birthday boy <33

“eren’s touch against your skin is hot, burns like a flame, like a sin— and that’s what it is. because eren knows he shouldn’t be touching you like this and you know it too, but for some reason the softening look in his eyes and the drugs running through your system is enough to douse the fiery feeling, and enough to convince yourself that maybe, just maybe, this is okay.”

                                                 ༄

to give your heart to someone and entrust that they won’t destroy it isn’t easy and has never been.

love has never been that simple— it’s always been like playing some kind of game you can only hope to win and eren understands that.

he understands that essentially, he should’ve been the loser of this stupid game— should’ve just gave up as soon as you placed your heart in the hands of someone so contemptible.

someone who didn’t give their heart right back to you; only looking for someone to bend and mold to be docile, to submit to him because you crave every ounce of attention he gives you in return for little to nothing.

eren knows.

but who was eren jaeger if he wasn’t relentless? if he didn’t show his spite so overtly, trying his best to shake up any situation granted with his underlying anger and envy?

he had no issue leaving lingering touches, knowing where to place his hands just above your hips to move you aside, or how to wipe the dollop of ice cream from the corner of your lips so he could catch the twitch of your boyfriend’s eye.

he’d throw amorous remarks that had more hidden under them than you cared to perceive so eren could crawl under his skin because eren could do just that— anyone could do just that.

he turned this so called “love” into a petty game and played it flawlessly like a violin.

inching ever so close to you, pushing his fingers forth until they grazed you— until he could grab you and have you— treat you so much more better than your significant other could ever.

today, eren was closer than he’d ever been.

“wait,” armin watches as the car begins to pull out of the parking lot, jean’s peering behind him to back out of it. he steers to the right instead of the left once he’s backed up enough. it’s not the direction to eren and armin’s apartment and when they reach the stop sign at the opposite end of the complex opposed to where armin’s used to going, he leans forward with his palms on the console. “we aren’t going home?”

“wait,” armin watches as the car begins to pull out of the parking lot, jean’s peering behind him to back out of it. he steers to the right instead of the left once he’s backed up enough. it’s not the direction to eren and armin’s apartment and when they reach the stop sign at the opposite end of the complex opposed to where armin’s used to going, he leans forward with his palms on the console. “we aren’t going home?”

“wait,” armin watches as the car begins to pull out of the parking lot, jean’s peering behind him to back out of it. he steers to the right instead of the left once he’s backed up enough. it’s not the direction to eren and armin’s apartment and when they reach the stop sign at the opposite end of the complex opposed to where armin’s used to going, he leans forward with his palms on the console. “we aren’t going home?”

eren turns his head against the window until his temple feels the cold tempered glass instead of his forehead. “do you want to go home?” 

“i don’t mind… i just thought we were done for the night.” 

“nah, man.” connie slouches further in the car seat, shifting sasha on his lap. “those drinks were ass; bert bought that original sin shit. should’ve left the drinks to someone else.”

“wasn’t that bad.” sasha murmurs.

armin glances out eren’s window. the panels of light from passing buildings cast a warm glow over each individual before submerging them in darkness once again. it’s serene and only the sound of the tires on the road below them fills the car. “so where are we going?” he asks, sitting back in his seat.

“ymir’s,” a smooth left by jean until they’re at an intersection, car coming to a stop. he drums his fingers against the leather of the wheel. “just a pit-stop.”

you weren’t even supposed to have gone with your friends, having told your boyfriend you’d just be going out with hitch for a few hours. 

it wasn’t necessarily a lie— you were out with her— although not just her, the rest of your friends which he wasn’t so fond of. and you’re sure he read through it, having given you a hard stare when you left your apartment just hours ago, but he said nothing and for you that was enough to slink out of the house and out with your friends.

“how long?” you smooth your pants out with your palms, looking down at your lap.

“just picking something up and we’ll go back to eren’s.” jean turns his head back, the hazel of his eyes meeting yours. they’re concerned, eyebrows pulled together and a small frown poking at his lips. it’s something so jean, to always be first to care when things involve you. “why?”

“she’s not supposed to be out right now.” another square of light moves over eren’s face until you can only see the reflection of one of his eyes then the other before he disperses into dark again. “does he care that much?”

“take a right, jean.” connie says.

you purse your lips  because that was something so eren. to always be the first to care when things involve your boyfriend— even when it wasn’t his place to. “he doesn’t want me out too late, that’s all.”

a faint laughter emits from the passenger’s seat. “what is he, your fucking dad?”

armin mutters a small connie from beside you and then you’re picking at the lint bordering the hem of your shirt. “that’s just how it is.”

“girl, what?”

okay, maybe it wasn’t like that— shouldn’t be like that— but that’s how it was with your relationship.

relationships differed from person to person and you knew that, so there was no reason for you to be playing with your shirt and jutting your bottom lip like anything hitch or connie said was absolutely offensive. 

“never in any of the relationships i’ve been in did i have a curfew.” hitch reaches over armin, placing her hand on your knee. her nature is dramatic, and you think it’s one of the reasons why you’re able to not take offense to her words. you look up, her bob swinging as she shakes her head. “that’s not normal, babes.”

armin slides hitch’s hand from your knee, gently placing it back in her own lap. “you can’t gauge someone else’s relationship, hitch. if she’s not complaining about it then leave it alone.”

yeah, as long as you were happy. that was all that mattered, that you were happy and that happiness was genuine— and you were sure it was because no matter how down some situations concerning your boyfriend got you he was also right there to pick you back up.

armin’s right— as long as you were happy all your friend’s jokes were nothing more than that. jokes you could brush off and that wouldn’t keep you awake at night overthinking every word that leaves their mouth because a part of you wonders if it really is normal. 

but there wasn’t any reason for it to not be. his concern for your wellbeing was justified because he’s your boyfriend. he knew what was best for you and guided you by that.

“i mean, just because she’s not complaining about it doesn’t make it not weird.” sasha comments.

“exactly, that shit is weird dude.”

“that’s not what sasha said, eren.” anyone could assume with how armin said his words that there was annoyance to them because of the conversation, but it was nothing but the way he always was quick to defend you when it came to your relationship.

so, yeah, it’s been an ongoing problem amongst your friend group. 

not that it had to be one. it’s easy to just say it’s eren who always wants to put in at least an ounce of input whenever your lover’s mentioned— even in passing. He overachieved when it came to announcing his enmity, and you’re aware. 

it’s easy to ignore because it’s eren. he’s good at running his mouth in every sense— sharp and quick with his tongue even when he isn’t right and it was a quality to appreciate when it wasn’t towards you.

it was never on purpose when it’s towards you. it was just the anger boiling inside of him whenever he had to hear about anymore of the bullshit your boyfriend was putting you through. anything that sounded even slightly out of place to him— you and anyone within six feet were to hear his complaints. 

it’s easy to ignore when it’s about your relationship. 

and that’s where armin always comes in; effortless with shifting conversations, catching the discomfort in your face, or even just shutting eren up because lord knows when that’s needed. 

his rejoinders are always witty— but eren’s were always faster.

“yeah, it’s what i’m saying.” eren picks his head up from the window. as small as the action is, it’s almost enough to make you shrink down in the cramped space you were sat in.

you think, in times like these it’d just be easy to dissolve into nothing, to backtrack and listen when your boyfriend tells you to stay home because he probably knew what he was talking about.

“cool he cares whatever, but who the hell is he to tell you how long you can be out? you’re with us, not some strangers. if anything we should be worried about him. it’s weird, he’s weird.”

the light goes green and jean’s finger that taps against the wheel picks up. “eren, you just don’t like him.”

“shut up.”

armin interjects with a sigh of eren’s name but you cut him short. “you don’t know him like that.”

“i know him enough.” 

the car takes another turn and you’re apologizing to armin for the second you’re invading his personal space. maybe, it’s also just for there to be some other noise than the silence that takes place after eren’s words. 

it’s a long beat of it too, only the hum of the car that’s polite enough to be of some assistance.

connie clears his throat, “…keep going straight.”

“he doesn’t own you. you’re your own person, you don’t have to listen to what he says.”

there’s a exaggerated groan to the left of you. “eren, i swear…” hitch snaps. “you’re blowing my high and i’m not even gone yet.”

“just saying.” eren shrugs. he rests his head on his hand and goes back to watching the street lights melt into a blur then pass by him.

“you don’t need to say anything.” despite your voice being above a mere whisper it’s taut— that faint trace of irritation stretching it tight like drum skin. “leave it alone.” 

for another time eren turns his head towards you. there’s a crease beginning to form between thick brown brows and a part of him that wants to keep going because in that same part he keeps every unspoken thought about you and your significant other locked away in a box with any dumb statement regarding the two of you from anyone being the key.

but your tone alongside the unexplainable feeling that resides low in his gut asks him so nicely to do just as you ask. “whatever.”

his anger isn’t meant for you. 

jean takes one more turn until he’s parking underneath the leaves of a towering willow oak tree whose leaves cascade another shadow upon the vehicle. it’s a secluded area, no one parked on either side of the car. 

it’s unnecessarily dark apart from streetlights across the parking lot standing near the stairs to the apartments. maybe it wouldn’t have been such a bother if the mood wasn’t so dour.

connie digs into the pocket of his sweatpants and then there’s a slight shuffling from the front seat. “twenty from jean, twenty from hitch, twenty from me.”

“here,” three wrinkled twenty dollar bills. he attempts to smooth it out against the console before slapping them in eren’s open hand. “and tell her she’s ugly as a tip.”

“do it.” sasha chuckles. “i wanna see connie get beat up.” 

eren’s free hand wraps around the door handle and the dome lights illuminate, a fluorescent glow shadowing over your face. there’s a decompression as eren stands, sliding out of the car while adding his own twenty to the pile in his hand. 

hitch sighs, pushing armin aside and forcing you to take leisure in the new space provided. it’s better than before but you can’t help but think everything still feels stuffy. “some space.”

it’s now that eren can see the way your face is deadpan, nothing short of gloominess overriding the features he’s spent time studying. your mood seems to ooze off you in waves; unusually quiet, a little stiff, and restless. he’s always been pugnacious and pushy and some things never seem to change even when they come to you.

ymir’s apartment is across the lot, up the steps, and on the second floor— a short walk but eren thinks it’ll give you a clearer mind and if he can muster up the courage, an apology. 

“_______,” he leans down, forearm pressed against the frame of the car door— it’s an awkward angle, but it gets him close to you. enough to see how he’s gnawing at the skin of his lip and looking down when you look up. “wanna go up with me?”

another short moment of silence. 

jean looks at eren, a small wrinkle imbedding itself snugly on his forehead. he glances to you next, elbow on the console and knuckles covering his mouth.

jean likes eren. he does. they’d been friends since middle school and sure, they’d wrestled quite a few times and got into more than enough arguments but he truly likes eren.

they were too similar; outspoken, ram-like persona’s that made way for a certain brashness that jean perfected and eren didn’t. 

that’s what it is; with a friend like you there needed to be precision to it. to how he said things and how he came off because you didn’t like conflict. you were the complete opposite of cynical and you were lax. 

he knew you like the back of his hand, always a step behind you and by your side when you needed it. never overbearing though. there was a time and a place and jean always knew that. he never intruded with your personal life (even if he had his own opinions on certain aspects of it) and he proved to be the defense you lacked some times.

times like this, where eren was skating on thin ice. where he was teetering on being unpredictable and jean wasn’t sure what was turning the cogs in his friend’s head.

he says nothing. 

“be right back,” you mumble, although it’s like you’re saying it to reassure jean.

there’d been less awkward times with eren. 

for now, you guessed settling for the drag of your feet against the pavement and the reposeful chirps of crickets was your best option. anyway, if eren wanted to speak he would. 

he sequentially raps his hand against the door.

after a moments time, a slight breeze greets you and eren when the copper doorknob turns and the gleam of the porch light makes the girl in front of you squint. it illuminates both you and eren’s figure while slightly flickering and you’re able to catch the linger of her eyes on you.

her brown hair tickles her cheeks, the rest of it sitting in a short low ponytail against her neck. there’s a natural pout on her shiny lips that doesn’t budge at the sight of eren and definitely not at the sight of you.

despite this eren’s posture is still relaxed, expression still curved into that never ending frown he always carries. his hand almost too quickly disappears into the pockets of his sweatpants to pull out the four twenties. “a quarter.”

“wow, no hello?” her tone borders offended and she grabs the bills pocketing it before crossing her arms once more. “fuck you too.”  finally, a small smirk graces her face, the apples of her cheek slightly rising to showcase the litter of freckles across them.

eren’s eyes flit down to her pockets waiting for her to pull out his money’s worth before rolling his eyes. “hey, ymir.”

“that’s more like it.” ymir hums, sneaking out a small baggy from the kangaroo pocket of her jacket. it’s one of those snack ziplock bags— except filled with greenery. she gives it a once over before holding it in front of eren’s face. it dangles between her fingertips as she waves it back and forth. “your drugs.”

she might be mocking him, but you’re not sure. eren thinks maybe you should’ve just stayed in the car.

the smell immediately smacks eren, lips twitching when his nose catches the familiar odor of what he can describe as earthy— herbal even— with that undertone of the aromatic scent of diesel he likes. his fingertips itch to grab it, and he does, all but snatching the bag from her fingers with a sigh. "thanks."

ymir snorts, pulling herself from the door frame to stand straight up. for the first time you catch a glimpse of the inside of her apartment; a small wooden table behind her with a round lamp fixture above it. the table is a mess of an arrangement of things, including a few bags, books, and what might be a plate of food. 

“this your girlfriend?” she’s curious, it’s evident on her face as she looks you up and down. it’s not in an impolite way— though the innate scowl that had been plastered on her face since she opened the door might’ve made you assume so. 

eren corrects her with a mutter of your name, though it’s less of a correction and more of a gateway to that possibility. 

“you bought a quarter, who else’s here? besides her?”

“what if i just wanted extra for the week?”

“you don’t even smoke that much, i’m not the dumb one here.”

“ymir, get me my change.”

“yeah, okay and i’ll get my shoes too.” 

eren doesn’t interject because the door is faster. it’s a small sound of laughter from next to him and he peers down at you. he’d say he’d almost forgot you were beside him but he thinks that's a little hard.

“i like her.” there’s a slight smile on your face and he considers being fine with ymir making a fool of him for a moment. 

“i don’t.” he lies, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

the air is silent like the crickets stopped chirping and with silence comes thickness. eren doesn’t like the thickness so he speaks, “also… sorry about earlier.”

it’s hard for him to say. apart from the fact that you know he said it to talk, you know he said it because he doesn’t want to be the butt of the reason you’d feel any kind of negative emotion. it’s also genuine; hard for him to say but genuine because he said it. 

“don’t make this anymore awkward, ‘ren.” 

eren hopes that’s code for apology accepted.

“alright.”

eren isn’t sure if ymir knows what no means. because when he says no it means that getting seven people in a five seater car was already hard and well over illegal. nevertheless eight.

it’s crowded from first glance— anybody would take notice. how sasha’s perched on connie’s lap in the passenger’s seat in effort to give the other four in the backseat— eren, you, armin, and hitch— enough comfortability just for the duration of the ride. jean was the only one lucky enough, and rightfully so because he had been the one driving, sitting alone in the driver’s seat. 

it’s why you opted for standing outside of the car instead, just a little bit more of an arm’s length away from eren who was sat facing you in the backseat. even the appearance of the car was enough to make you feel cramped. anyway, there was a nice cool breeze that’d occasionally whip past you— the epitome of spring and it was comforting when paired alongside the slight humidity. 

ymir, after scanning the inside of the car, head level with the passenger’s side window a bit away from sasha seems to not care much. “looks like a party.” she hums nonchalantly.

“‘ts not a party.” eren mumbles as he presses the dome light when it fades out once more to shadow everyone in darkness, this time turning it on for good. he calls for jean, who slings his arm over the console and flips his palm up to eren, wiggling slender fingers. eren tosses the ziplock to the boy who catches it in his palm. it’s nice in jean’s hand, and he places it on the rolling tray in his lap. 

sasha’s gaze follows the slight throw of the bag, humming with pleasure when she catches her own whiff of it. once the rip of the two sides of the baggy makes that satisfying sound of every segment that was clicked together unlatching one by one, she turns away, ponytail whipping as she comes to face ymir. 

the girl unwittingly begins to drag her finger along the black cotton of ymir’s jacket sleeve. they’ve met before, the proximity sasha was to her face, more or less invading her space whether she realized it or not was telling. she smiles small, corners of her eyes still managing to crinkle when she does. “are you here to beat up connie?” it comes out like a purr, a short giggle that dies out soon after it manages to sound from her throat. 

ymir tilts her head, amusing sasha. “is that a proposition?” 

“just something i wanna see done in practice.”

connie grumbles lowly. he pulls his beanie over his eyes as if both of his friends will truly disappear if he can’t see them. it’s not logical, no, but still he does it and it makes him feel better. “fuck both of you.” 

ymir picks herself up from the sill of the car’s window and instead goes to rest her forearms on the top of the car door that was still open courtesy of eren. you can see her look at you from the corner of her eye. it’s that glance of curiosity again, now it’s less than obvious but it’s still there; how her eyes linger.

you wonder if eren had ever said anything about you, and for a brief moment you recall how she didn’t ask for your name when she asked about you. only if you were ‘eren’s girlfriend’. you weren’t eren’s girlfriend but you don’t remember him explicitly stating that to her. maybe that’s why she was looking at you how she was now, eyes trying to not-so-secretly analyze your features as if your familiarity should pop up out of nowhere.

you consider waving at her albeit the two of you quite literally meeting only moments before, but before you do she looks away, down to eren then to the other three in the backseat. “so, what did i miss out on?”

eren isn’t paying much attention, so instead hitch responds, less than enthusiastically as she remembers previous hours. “we went to reiner’s for a bonfire and left early.”

“so i deserve to be here?”

it’s then when eren looks up, not failing to be quick with a response and smart with it too. even if it was a simple as, “no.”

“you wouldn’t have wanted to go anyway.” hitch lamely remarks. “drinks were terrible so we decided the night wasn’t over. it’s why we’re here.”

“they’re being overdramatic, they weren’t all that bad.” sasha rolls her eyes, and it’s like she can taste the wash of the cider over her tongue again. “it was just a bit bitter, that’s it. like medicine.”

connie wrinkles his nose, imagining that almost acidic taste of medicine that tried to hide under some syrupy artificial flavoring he’d been forced to drink when he was a kid coating his throat as he tried his best to swallow it. “medicine tastes terrible, sash…” 

“can we not forget we had fun?” armin adds. he was forever the optimist when it came to others (keyword; others), always trying to see the most positive outcome of any situation he’d been put in and it was something to be thankful for, especially when every other person had something to complain about. he turns his head from hitch’s direction to yours, catching the little grin that began to form on your face and returning it with one equally as small— yet still thoughtful.  “we haven’t all been together in a while.”

it was easy to say that they hadn’t been all together in a while, maybe because they were busy with school. their schedules differed drastically and none of them really had any classes together. or work even; sasha working part time shifts as a waitress and armin at their universities library. 

though, there was you, who wasn’t occupied with any part-time job and yes, school took a toll but you still had less time to be out and about with the rest of your friends.

right, there was that thing where your boyfriend would tell you he’d planned something for the two of you on a short notice after you’d tell him you already scheduled with someone else.

so you’d go with his plans, and sometimes you’d feel drained by the end of the night, barely uttering a word and just following whatever flow he wanted the night to take on. it was easy to just walk in his footsteps and make him happy— a kind nature that you’ve always had because other people deserve to be happy and it’s easier to say yes.

“it was fun.” jean says, his first words ever since ymir had arrived. quiet and easy he speaks and it’s not far from how he generally acts when he isn’t concentrating, but still it makes you step a little closer to eren to peer at jean.

his concentration was stolen by how he sprinkles the cannabis inside the empty cigarillo like garnish. his fingers move nimbly as he goes through this captivating pattern. tuck; use his digits to pull one end of the leaf to the other so he can lick; let his lips slide along the wrap soaking it just enough to roll; mold the blunt so it’s secure before repeating with another segment. tuck, lick, roll— and then pulling back between every motion to inspect. he’s meticulous, or maybe just somewhat tuning everyone out to make sure he rolls this second blunt almost perfect. it’s endearing, how reserved he can become when unbothered and how he can focus all his energy into one little task. you imagine he doesn’t hear much besides the aimless chatter of the car and the sound of his windbreaker sliding against itself with every move he makes. 

“yeah, whatever,” hitch sinks in her seat, smoothly twirling her hand around from the back of it to her palm, her fingers coming down for her inspect her nails in mock boredom. “you know what’d be more fun?” she chirps.

jean hums.

“if you finished up.” she says it hush yet snarky and jean, just for a second, considers throwing the luxury out the window. 

“i agree.” ymir pulls herself up from the frame of the car door and it sighs from the retraction of her weight, an old squeak sounding. she walks past you— leisurely because no, she still doesn’t care about the car’s capacity— and the scent of her home follows as she does. it’s something like cinnamon alongside a faint trace of herbs and it tickles your nose. when she rounds the vehicle, hitch yelps at the support of the car door on her side disappearing. “scoot in.”

“are you seriously staying?” hitch’s voice teeters on a whine and she goes for the door handle, not yet pulling because ymir’s finger cradle the top of the door. although, if she didn’t have a sense of self preservation she wouldn’t have hesitated to slam her fingers into it. “there’s no space for you.” it’s distressed, and she’s dramatizing her words knowing it won’t help because ymir doesn’t take hints she doesn’t want to.

“that sounds personal.”

“why can’t we just go in your apartment?” hitch frowns, but still lets go of the handle when the freckled girl pulls the car door back the farthest it can go. her hand goes up, beckoning for hitch to scoot in, and not just her but everyone else inside to make do like they’d done earlier that night. and this time it’s her making a proposition they’d just have to roll with.

“my girlfriend is in busy, stop asking so many questions, jesus.”

eren sighs in a way you’d interpret as annoyed, but it contrasts how he turns towards you almost with a bounce. his hand reaches out to place itself on your lower back, palms surprisingly warm. there was this surge of electricity underneath his skin and you’d almost call him giddy by the way he lightly nudges you forward. it was eager almost, like a kid in a candy store wasting no time grabbing it’s favorite delicacy to beg his mother to buy. “c’mere.” he says gently, no room for you to mistake his words.

he wanted to make space by having you sit on his lap. or, no, he wanted you to sit on his lap. it was obvious enough, he didn’t ask you where you wanted to sit and he never asked if you wanted to sit when you were standing outside of the vehicle. not that it should’ve been anything mandatory for him, but it was almost common courtesy and now as eren looks at you— eyes you’re adamant are soft even in the dark and a palm rubbing up and down your back, hot even through the thick fabric of your top— you’re sure it wasn’t just that he ‘forgot’.

“_____, switch.” jean’s voice is steady and he doesn’t take it upon himself to look up at you just sliding yourself into eren’s lap. your feet still dangle outside of the car and eren barely had time to close the door, get you comfortable, or even pull you close. 

you swear eren’s palm tenses up from where it now sits over your stomach. he doesn’t speak, and nevertheless, listen, muttering something under his breath that even you can’t comprehend and pulling you back. as back as he can because there’s this strain from you as your facing jean, hand on connie and sasha’s shared seat and your mouth slightly parted with your eyebrows furrowed. 

it’s not like they’re furrowed because you’re confused. you know why he wants you to switch— it’s more than obvious— it’s sitting right in front of your face making it’s presence for sure known and you don’t know why you tried to ignore it anyway.

jean’s still not looking, instead focused on not interrupting his stable pattern. “switch with hitch.” tuck, lick, roll. 

there’s unspoken rules of dating. 

number one is, ask anyone, cheating. you don’t cheat— it’s wrong and it’s always been wrong— in some religions even classified as a sin because to some it’s that wrong. but the term itself when given circumstances and predicaments becomes broad— as broad as the question ‘what’s your favorite color?’.  it becomes so subjective and it sinks low until you could ask someone with just a little bit of a sneer what’s considered cheating.

anyone who rationally thinks about what cheating is can tell you, it’s having sex with someone other than your lover. they’ll tell you it’s a simple answer and it’s why its the first rule of dating— because no one in their right mind would cheat on someone they love. but then turn around and ask another person for them to tell you that jokingly flirting with your best friend is cheating too. because to them it’s simple as well, it goes beyond sex, it’s sharing that intimacy reserved for your lover with someone else. 

neither are wrong because it’s subjective and boils down to a relationship, but because there’s those roots of it being something black and white— cheating is wrong— you’ll still have someone arguing that it’s not cheating because you’re joking and another mind who says it is because why would you? 

there’s layers that go on top of it— the circumstance and predicaments— and when they’re added it molds and shapes cheating into some kind of umbrella term that’s subjective, because A is cheating and B isn’t. whoever wants to stuff whatever under the umbrella will.

and that’s what made cheating so hard to decipher, that maybe in one persons circumstance it’s completely justifiable, that they might even be praised for committing something so heinous because it pulled them out of the mud of some kind of situation that was dragging them down more than helping them float. and in other cases they’d be condemned to hell— lit on fire and burned at the stake because it was something out of lust and just pure adultery. 

and maybe in another person’s circumstance both predicaments were worth saving, or both are worth being sent to hell for.

you’re not sure where cheating begins and where cheating ends, but you know for jean it starts where you’re sitting in eren’s lap, and that it’ll end there too.

“what’s the matter?” eren’s playing dumb, more-so playing with fire because jean’s too calm and you know he’s not arguing this. tuck, lick, roll. he still hasn’t turned to look at you and eren like practically the remainder of the car has and he’s still rolling. 

eren know’s what’s the matter, but he doesn’t see the deal because it’s just for everyone to sit comfortably, nothing more nothing less. it’s not anything for jean to make a big deal of and that alone makes his eye twitch, the hold his teeth have on the skin of his lip becoming harder. 

but it’s a deal for jean not because it can be considered cheating, but because he knows eren. that his advances aren’t just for him to make room— because if that was the case jean would’ve had no problem minding his business. he knows that eren’s good at taking little steps, pushing further into the soft threads of a spider’s web until the thin strands break and it falls.  

and god, it truly is appreciable but when it comes to you and you’re already tiptoeing around your boyfriend, jean would hate for you to have to tread anymore. he plays that role of your wall, and he tries his best to play it well because if anyone understands your circumstances it him, even when you don’t. 

“don’t play dumb.” jean calls your name again the tone of his voice falling gentle and then stern when he says, “switch.”

“there’s no difference,” eren spits. “fuck off.”

it’s uncomfortable, the tension that rises like thickening blood with every passing second. it’s uncomfortable how you’re stuck half in the car and half out, neck bent so that your head isn’t touching the ceiling of the car. you breath out as calm as you can muster, although it’s a bit shaky. “it’s fine eren, hitch can just—“

“—no, you’re not doing anything. i’m not doing anything.” it’s just like earlier, a harsh snap of his voice and you know he’s not upset with you but he’s speaking to you and it makes your stomach start swiveling. 

jean’s doesn’t think he should have to repeat himself more than three times.

“eren just switch, it’s fine.” armin tugs at eren’s shirt. “we just don’t want her getting in any trouble.”

if you weren’t in his lap you’re sure eren would’ve yanked away with the way he slightly shifts away from armin. “what fucking trouble? she’s fine, she’s not sitting on my dick,”

“she is,”

“connie, shut up,” there’s a quick sound of a light slap from the front seat and it doesn’t take two to figure it hit connie with the small ‘ow’ he elicits. somewhere in the back of your head you thank sasha for knowing how to read a room. 

eren doesn’t and you know so when he continues on, “and it’s just for all of us to fit back here.” he starts again, now beginning to gesticulate with his free hand all while unconsciously pulling you further back into him. 

the atmosphere is tense, yeah, but it’s begins to fade to tired as well when eren slowly gets louder as he speaks. it’s a trait that arguably could win anyone over because who wanted to bicker with someone who wouldn’t shut up to listen? “we didn’t ask to take your car, sasha had her truck— plus you want hitch to walk all the way around just to sit with me? dude, that’s—“

“okay, eren.” it’s irritable, and a hand goes up to pair with the voice. “okay.” ymir says.

it’s like a breath of fresh air when he truly does stop talking. but still, from the front seat jean is quiet. 

when eren relaxes you in his lap completely, he’s still quiet. when eren asks you if you’re okay and comfortable and you nod quietly instead of making noise just incase jean hears, he’s still quiet and it’s the beginning of the pool of guilt that you don’t know will grow by the end of the night— that’ll become swampy waters that stretch from one side of the earth to the other and drowns you.

there’s a thought in the back of your head that has you asking yourself if you should say something. say anything to erase the irked face you know jean’s holding, even when he’s not facing you and it’s another drop to your guilt. because really, you’re in control. if you just got up and switched, eren despite the protests would let you.

because he was a lot of things; aggrieved, zealous, and every synonym that was laid between those two words in a thesaurus. but albeit this there’s a part of you that’s aware that when it comes to you eren tries. he does try to be as level-headed and passive as possible. it was never an easy feat, but he tries and you think that’s all that matters.

so, yes, if you got up now eren would let you. but you’ll sit anyway because cheating is subjective and it’s just for the session— nothing more and nothing less.

                                                    ༄

 “schrodinger’s cat.”

there are rolls of smoke aimlessly floating around the car like billowing waves that live to shoot for the shore then draw back. they cloud the air trying to seep through the windows and failing miserably.

the car lights were out now again, instead the only light visible being the warm streetlights some distance away that lined the walkway of the complex. they weren’t bright enough when you were as far as the vehicle was away from them, especially considering there were some lights flickering and others taking on a more dim look. they’re on their last blunt, rotating it around the eight of them until it’d become nothing but a roach— the remnants of the blunt that if you weren’t careful enough threatened to burn the tips of your fingers while you held it.

“sounds like the name of a dick,” connie fans the air, coughing slightly as his head rolls back against the leather of the seat behind him. the windows were fogged up with more smoke that clung to it as if it was begging to be let out to breathe its own breath of fresh air. “or like, schrodinger’s pussy.” he giggles.

armin continues, passing on the blunt that was pinched between your fingers instead of taking a hit. “there’s a cat in a box, a poison that releases toxic chemicals that has a fifty percent chance of killing the cat and the box is sealed shut.” his eyes dart from sasha— her head poked out as her elbows support her from where she’s leaning against the console— to you, who is actually, out of a few people in the car listening.

yes, it’s dark in the car but with the help of the street lamps he can still make out your body resting on eren’s. you weren’t entirely on him. some of your back was leaned up against the window while the remainder of your weight in your legs stayed on his lap. armin imagines it’s not that comfortable, but there’s a dumb little smile on your face and eren’s left arm is around your lower back, finger tips peeking out and grazing your hip, so maybe it is— for the both of you. 

if anything, it was clear the atmosphere was comfortable again. it wasn’t as if anyone forgot about what happened moments ago but more of a ‘life goes on, let’s just have some fun’ kind of thing. everyone was satiated, content, and instead of thinking more about earlier’s events, thinking significantly less. it made way for a blissed out atmosphere, full of lively giggles and stupid chatter that as stupid as it was, was worth listening to.

“why is the box sealed shut?” sasha asks. stupid chatter, chatter worth listening to, and asking questions about apparently.

“because if the box wasn’t sealed shut the theory wouldn’t exist.” armin looks towards the girl again, zoning himself back into the topic of discussion. “so the chemicals have half a chance of killing the cat… because you can’t see inside the box, the cat at the same time is alive or dead.” he’s hoping for amusement, a light bulb to go off in someone's head to announce that they get it, but there’s nothing. just more smoke that quite literally blows in his face when sasha exhales and then follows the routine of passing right. armin flutters his eyes shut for a brief moment.

“how?”

“because sasha, with atoms you can’t guess, every possibility of them existing at once exists.” 

“dude,” connie adjusts in the front seat, the sound of him scooting up on the leather as he pulls sasha back and pokes his head out next to his friend. “hit this and shut up,” the arm with the blunt in his hand pops out from in-between the two front seats, in front of armin. he gestures for the blonde to take it, head nodding once and arm reaching out more. “it’s all sounds stupid, like… some doctor strange type shit.”

armin shrugs his shoulders, hand on connie’s wrist to pull his own hand a bit back from his face and in hitch’s direction from beside him who beams when she’s allowed to take the blunt from connie’s fingers and bring it to her lips instead with a hum. “schrodinger’s pussy sounds more stupid, connie.” she retorts, more or less on armin’s behalf.

“it makes sense,” he sighs, sitting more straight and letting his hands come up as he tries to give a more thorough explanation. it wasn’t anything that necessarily needed to be explained but it was a thought provoking subject and simple enough that someone had to get it. “well with a smaller scale… with atoms… but we’re made up of atoms though right? so that possibility should still exist with us shouldn’t it?”

a cough to his left.

“it’s quantum superposition, with that kind of logic there’s the possibility that we— like maybe you,” he points to you, “can exist in multiple places at once— and if that’s a reach than in a different universe, because of the many worlds theory there could ultimately be parallel universes.”

connie nudges sasha, “i told you it sounds like marvel.”

ymir exhales in a way that’s loud and meant to be heard as if she was feigning annoyance. for one, she’s uncomfortable, squished up against the window, the car hot— hot as in she can feel it on her skin and her clothes are a few degrees away from sticking to her. she has two reasons to be annoyed and the third was armin’s rambling about a subject that she couldn’t give one or two fucks about. “what was that all for you to say though?”

“i’m researching it right now in one of my classes, it’s just something to sit on.” 

she takes one more hit before speaking, “is he always like this? like, that talkative?”

“depends,” eren glances to armin who is rolling his eyes. “but smoke him up enough and he’ll stop talking completely.” 

“it’s also just a theory to prove how absurd it is.” armin says in a way you’re not too sure was him being snappish or not. “that being said, i'm still here. one hundred percent alive.” his hand that was motioning to say ‘i can still hear you’ falls back down to his lap. 

there’s a small gap between the car door and jean’s seat right next to his head that ymir sticks her hand through, signaling jean to take the drug between her fingers. he does, and it’s then that you’re reminded he’s there. awfully quiet, and not like it was anything new as far as the night had gone but nevertheless awfully quiet.

you didn’t think he was still upset about earlier. sure, he was able to hold a grudge, especially when push came to shove but it was just eren. he knew how eren was. he could be annoying, a little prick and everything in between but it wasn’t anything for jean to be throwing the silent treatment for. 

and he surely wasn’t upset because of you— he couldn’t have been— but the initial thought was still there just because he asked for one simple request that you weren’t able to fulfill. 

he brings the item in his hand to his mouth, wrapping the skin of his lips around it once, chest rising as he completely draws everything he just inhaled in, then twice, this time slowly letting go of the smoke inside his mouth like the steam of a tea kettle does when the water reaches it’s boiling point. the smoke twirls around him, and when he passes to sasha again he catches your eye and the corners of his lips come up just a little bit.

it’s a little bit and it’s why another brick falls on top of the layers of them already stacked in your stomach, a flimsy sticky note labeled “guilt” slapped over it. eren shifting in the seat, pulling you closer to him and moving his hand up and down the small of your back doesn’t help. you lean into it anyway.

“it was cool to hear though, seriously.” you nudge armin’s shin with the tip of your shoe. “jean, are you okay?”

the street lights barely work, but you can see how he slowly begins nodding his head. “yeah, i’m cool.”

“oh my god, is he still pissed about earlier?” hitch asks, maybe a little bit exasperated.

“i’m not pissed.”

“but like… you were.” 

from in front of you there’s suppressed giggles, that slowly grow until it’s sasha and connie full on laughing (and coughing, connie) to fill the silence that took place after hitch’s words. 

“i’m sorry,” sasha interrupts herself with another laugh before her hand comes up to her mouth, squinted eyes shutting more than they already were before she inhales and tries again. “i’m sorry, that’s not funny.” when she looks at jean, who she can probably see better than you can, she takes note of the slight knit of his brows and she wonders if his face could get stuck like that with how many times he’s made a face similar in one day. “okay, okay, but i get what jean was saying earlier though. it’s a principle,” she reaches over the console to place her hand on his thigh, only for him to move it away. “anybody else could’ve squeezed with eren.”

“thank you,” jean mutters.

“we’re already in the car now so get over it.” eren doesn’t say it as bitterly as he could've, actually in an easygoing tone, but the words still stand and jean has to hold his tongue.

he was supposed to be high. he helped finish out one blunt and now they were passing around a second one and he knows he probably is, but there was this tension that refused to leave his body that should’ve been wiped out by the cannabis which clearly wasn’t doing it’s job. and it’s not like ymir sold him anything that wasn’t top-shelf but the thought crosses his mind for a minute as if it was trying to excuse eren as a factor.

“what’s the principle?” ymir questions, a tilt of her head. one thing she didn’t do was hide her curiosity or keep her thoughts at bay, and you had come to realize that tonight. 

“when you’re in a relationship you respect whatever boundaries are laid down.” sasha smiles.

it’s like the bell armin wanted to go off earlier finally does— except for a completely different reason. in the dark, ymir’s eyes light up and she very clearly looks at you, piecing together every single puzzle in her head. there’s a hum in her throat as she leans further to get a good view of you perched on eren’s lap. 

she studies how you’re no longer against the window, instead trying to rest your head in the crook of his neck. how both of your legs threw over his lap, your shoes in armin’s personal space. or how eren’s hand rested on your knee, rubbing little circles around them that seemed to ease him more than they were you. 

“so she is in a relationship?” to her, there’s no one else she’s speaking to other than eren. ymir raises her eyebrow, tilting her head even further, comedically at this point, looking at you, then eren, you, then eren. “she’s the one with the shitty boyfriend? the one—“

“—yes. yes.” 

she grins at how quick eren cuts her off. “i knew you were familiar.” seemingly satisfied with herself, ymir leans back into the small space that was supposed to serve as her seat in the car. “that is a principle… so why are we breaking that principle?” 

“good question. eren, why are we breaking that principle?” jean’s tone is almost mocking, he’s intrigued now. he’s looking for a real answer, one that’s raw and splayed out in the open for why eren didn’t know how to leave well enough alone.

“because some principles need to be broken.”

of course, eren wouldn’t give him one.

“schrodinger’s cat, right? if you know there’s a chance something could happen after weighing your options, why wouldn’t you take a risk and break a principle to eliminate that something?”

a car passes by for the first time, headlights gleaming bright and head on and the smoke within the car becomes clear— almost resembling fog. then the headlights pass over the car full on and silhouettes you and eren as he exhales the smoke from the drug he just inhaled right by your face. 

“i said you know of all of the possible chances, not that you stop them.” armin says.

“you also said the theory is ‘absurd’—“

“what’s the ‘something’, eren?” jean’s head is against the headrest, him facing the backseat completely now. 

and eren’s silent, hitting the blunt one more time, sucking in a sharp breath that you’re sure had the marijuana simmering well in the pit of his lungs before he lets it go, only a wisp of smoke leaving his lips. 

ymir throws her head back, mouth wide and she’s laughing.

she’s genuinely laughing, loud and brimming with pure amusement. it shakes her whole body so that her shoulders are bouncing like they’re preparing to ballonné and she’s placing her hand on hitch’s knee, holding her stomach with the other. “oh you guys are a fucking mess.” she cackles, lips still upturned in this smile that showcases her front teeth when she begins to calm down. “eren, especially you.”

there’s the sound of the car door opening, handle snapping back into place when ymir opens the door. the dome lights turn back on, and then the smoke begins to roll out as she slides out. “this was fun,” she says once she’s out of the car. “but it’s late as fuck.”

hitch immediately slides over, and you’d think you’d slide out of eren’s lap too but you don’t. 

“drive safe, whatever,” her eyes that you can now see are small and are dancing with red bounce from jean to eren. “don’t kill each other.” she grins.

ymir mutters something about needing to stretch her legs and it’s less than a goodbye before the car door shuts and the lights fade out until there’s nothing but an impossibly loud silence and darkness taking over.

                                                       ༄

 marijuana is a fan-favorite for a reason. 

there’s nothing more enjoyable than the sensation of every single one of your limbs unlocking, becoming weightless and airy. nothing for you beats the daze you sit in for the next few hours, head feeling light, and everything heightened— like you're experiencing life for the first time. 

it’s like you’re floating— it’s true what people say, that it’s something you’ll wanna feel again and again because being able to let go and realize that maybe things aren’t that bad was ecstasy. that if there was euphoria hidden somewhere in life, you’d have no problem searching for it if it made you feel like this all the time.

that’s what was so good about it, that you’re able to feel like you can let go while still knowing.

you’re subconscious still thrums and lives when you’re high, it’s in the back of your mind being a spectator, and that’s what made it so different from alcohol. that hours after your expedition, after you’d run around the world twice and took a nap you’d still be able to remember everything via your subconscious. you’re aware and you’re aware from the second you feel the drugs hit you until the second you feel the weight of the world pouring back onto your shoulders.

your subconscious is alive and breathing and it provokes every aspiring thought that conjures in your head. it tells you how much of a shitty idea eating the whole pantry will be, it tells you that in a way schrodinger’s cat was just plain stupid and shouldn’t be considered a theory, and it tells you that you’ve been making stupid choices all night.

it tells you that you’ll regret all this later.

you’ll especially regret saying yes when eren asks if you want to spend a night at his apartment after you tell him you don’t want to go back to you and your boyfriend’s apartment that night.

“what?”

jean’s arms are crossed as he leans against the car, armin next to him. it’s parked in front of eren and armin’s apartment complex, sasha, hitch, and connie still inside of it.

it was simple, really.

there were circumstances and predicaments but there were also principles. there were principles that, like armin said, tell you to not gauge a relationship. because cheating isn’t black and white, neither are relationships and that’s what eren fails to realize.

it’s not his situation until it is and he’s being selfish.

eren’s being selfish— and his approach to your situation even more. 

“my god.” eren says it like he should be the one tired. like he’s been bothered all night, like jean trying to be a good friend was taxing on him and he should just let eren run free rein. 

“no, you can’t keep doing this.” jean says sternly, because if eren has to listen to one thing he says tonight it needs to be this.

“she’s just spending the night, jean.” eren’s hand that’s wrapped around your shoulder flips up in question. “what do you think i’m gonna do?” 

the way eren speaks as if he doesn’t know what possibilities lie ahead drives an incredulous scoff out of jean. 

he’s not stupid and he knows eren’s not stupid— that’s the problem— he knows eren, so he can’t bypass what he knows eren’s capable of and what you aren’t.

“she can have my room, i’ll sleep on the couch if that’s what you’re worried about. it’ll be fine.”

“jesus, you basically said the same thing about her sitting with you in the car! you’re doing a lot.”

“i’m not doing anything besides her a favor.”

“you’ve been pushing boundaries all night, chill the fuck out.” jean’s expression is austere and his words likewise.

maybe, eren wouldn’t have to push boundaries if your relationship was healthy.    

maybe, eren wouldn’t have to push boundaries if you were his to begin with. 

“jean, it’s fine,” you pull eren’s arm from around your neck and take a few steps forward until you’re standing in front of jean.

even just where you stand the tension is rolling off his body in heavy waves and again, your conscious is flourishing and tells you to go home. that your remorse will eat you alive and spit you out and yet, “i said yes, it’s okay.”

eren pockets his hands, relaxes his shoulders and breathes out. “see, she’s cool with it.”

“listen,” 

“jean, just let it go.” armin interrupts. he looks tired, annoyed and ready for the constant back and forth between his friends to be over. “seriously, it’s late, just get home safely.” 

                                                      ༄

 the sound of the car grumbling on the road seems to annoy jean. 

either that, or his friends messing around in the backseat. 

whichever one it is, is leaving this constant buzz against his skull— like a rowdy bee trying to rush its way out of his head. 

the buzzing, however had been prevalent the minute jean hugged you goodbye, telling you not to do anything stupid with as much sternness as possible without sounding callous.

the moment onward, the bee at the front of his head was only buzzing dully, trying to be a pain in his ass (like eren) and making him way more aware than he should’ve been of everything around him.

now, the buzz is exasperating him and he doesn’t even feel high anymore— he just wants to curl up in the comfort of his cotton covers and coax himself to sleep.

hitch’s fingers smooth over jean’s windbreaker where his elbow sits against the console. she’s forcing a frown on her face. when jean glances over for a split-second it morphs into a smile and then she’s laughing out her nose. “what now?”

she leans in, ignoring the fact that he’s driving and he leans more towards the window, features grimacing even further at the lack of respect of space, but he doesn’t push her away.

“he’s probably still upset about eren.” connie says.

he’s not wrong, not wrong at all, but jean still glares at him through the rearview.

sasha scoots up until she’s in between the two front seats, following hitch’s movement of playing with the nylon of jean’s jacket. “i don’t get why you’re so worked up, it’s just eren.” 

jean’s quick to pull away, placing his free hand on the wheel and really trying to just focus on the roads. how the trees fly past the car, the headlights that light up the cracking concrete, or the stars that litter the sky. “exactly.” he doesn’t mean for his mouth to be slick with distaste when he answers, but it is.

hitch sits back in on herself, pulling her legs up to her chest and humming. “do you think they’re gonna fuck, or what?”

the trees, the headlights, the stars. 

“schrodinger’s cat, there’s a fifty percent chance it will happen and a fifty percent chance it won’t.” hitch shrugs. “until you see her again, you don’t know if they fucked or not.”

“that’s still not what the theory is saying.” jean mutters, eyes still on the roads.

“okay well then fuck the theory— whatever happens happens.”

“so you’re asking me to wait and see if eren gets her into trouble?” 

“you can’t do anything now, and whatever does happen… just help her out.”

jean licks his lips with disdain, but gives a defeated sigh knowing hitch’s words hold some truth to them. there’s nothing he can do from his car and there was nothing he could’ve done when it came to eren. 

now, he could only wait it out and help with the consequences he’d catastrophized.

the bee seems to have given up, only humming lightly now. “yeah.”

                                                      ༄

 armin fiddles with his earlobe as he squints between his remaining friends while standing stiffly beside the door he just double checked was locked. 

despite the influence of weed armin can tell the air feels thicker than it was outside, full of liveliness that especially coats both you and eren.

still, he knows something dense has already settled in the buoyant room.

“night, armin.” eren’s eyes flit towards him, green pools brewing with something ulterior and armin’s aware that whatever it is is irrepressible. 

he’ll choose to ignore his gut.

“goodnight.” armin waves to you and eren, then trudging down the hall until an echo of the door shutting sounds through the apartment. 

eren stands up first, hand out for you to grab it. “are you thirsty?” 

you do, nodding your head and letting him lead you to the kitchen.

you stop at the countertop, resting your weight against it as you watch eren maneuver around the small space, grabbing two plastic cups; one detailed with an array of pumpkins and the other with the half scratched off name of some organization. 

he grabs a water bottle from the fridge, swiftly untwisting the cap and emptying out an even amount in each cup before looking at you with amused eyes. “which cup?”

you grin, pointing to the one resembling a halloween theme and eren’s walking over bowing as he hands you the purple cup. “here you go.”

“thank you.” you bring the cup to your lips, taking a sip before letting the cup cool your heated hands.

there’s no talking, but it’s comfortable— it’s serene.

you’re happy, it’s the serenity you were looking for the moment you stepped away from your problems and into the comfort of this apartment.

you couldn’t count how many times you smiled today, how many times you’ve laughed and it all seems to make up for the tinge of displeasure you felt when first arriving. the slightly odd feelings you felt before you piled into the small car.

you’re at peace of mind and eren can tell, shifting on his feet because he doesn’t want his next question to destroy the calm ambience in your head. he never means to be the person that does that, he tries to leave that up to your boyfriend.

your boyfriend.

“do you want me to drop you off tomorrow?” 

eren watches as the clear skies in your eyes cloud up quickly. he looks down, grabbing your empty cup and stacking it with his to carry to the sink instead of having to let the small frown on your face stir guilt in his chest. 

“i’ll just uber or something, it’s fine.”

the brunette cranes his head back, thick brow raised above his eye. “why?” 

he watches your gaze bounce around the room and the shrug of your shoulders before you answer. “easier that way.”

the boy tucks his bottom lip, trying to suppress the small smirk that wants to counter. he ambles over until he’s right in front of you, feet to feet. 

eren’s close enough that you can make out the lightest wave in his thin strands from the stress of his buns, or the red of his squinted eyes that contrast the green glimmer of his irises.

“you know i don’t like him, right?” him, but you’re one hundred percent aware of who eren’s referring to.

a scoff, “you’ve made it a little too obvious.” 

“it’s not just for any reason.”

your lips press into a thin line, not breaking the eye contact you began holding with the man in front of you. 

“you don’t want me over there when he’s there ‘cause you know how he is too.”

“did i say that?”

“you don’t have to say that, it’s obvious... he’s always on you for no reason, that’s not how a relationship should be.” you’re trying to recall the last time he was in a relationship to tell you how one should go, but you keep quiet. 

eren thinks if he told you the reason he’s still single, the conversation would be nothing but a two step, but he’ll choose to tango with you anyway.

“you shouldn’t be watching over your back every second because he’s insecure. he shouldn’t make his insecurities your issues...”  

as your humming your acknowledgment of his words he’s turning you around by your shoulders and your slowly teetering over to couch with him, step in step. 

“i mean what’s his deal with you having been with us tonight? you’ve been my friend longer than you’ve been his girlfriend, i don’t get why you let him walk over you like that.” your plop onto the couch, eren beside you. you know it’s better to let him ramble.

“armin sees it, jean sees it— he’s an ass and you let him be one. you don’t even speak up for yourself when it comes to him anymore.” his hands flail out as his sentence comes to an end and he doesn’t seem to be flattered by your lack of response. 

you give a short sigh, letting your head fall to the arm of the couch, turning onto your back and squishing a leg between eren and the couch while the other rests on his thigh.

“i speak up for myself when i need to. adding fuel to fire isn’t my forté, eren. you know that.” 

you speak for his own satisfaction but you make sure every word that departs from your lips is firm with no cracks in between them for eren to argue with— it’s what you’ve been avoiding all day— an argument. and as long as you were in such an elated state you’d continue to avoid one. 

eren sighs, but not like yours— it’s twined with remorse. a warm palm settles upon your ankle, its thumb giving a small apologetic rub to the skin.

sometimes he wonders why he can’t have such a calm, cogent way with words like armin.

albeit your stern words, when he looks up you seem to be the reflection of what he wants to sound like when he speaks to you. 

your body is softening into the couch as you get comfortable and the shadow of an alleviating smile is barely there when you meet his eyes. 

you’re simply laying there, breathing tranquilly, watching and waiting for eren to continue blathering— and that’s all you’re doing, but all you’re doing reminds eren why he’s here in this heady state, shooting off at the mouth in the first place.

you exist and you mollify him and he wants to try again. 

“look... i’m not trying to lash out at you again, my bad. i just really... really care for you and i don’t like seeing someone like that treat someone like you... like that.”

the small chuckle you make at how he tries to compose his words urges him to keep going. he’s not even sure if you’re really paying mind to what he’s saying or just liking how he sounds, but yeah, he’ll keep going.

“he shouldn’t be... telling you where you can and can’t go, when you can hang out with who... i don’t like that.” 

“mhm...” that entrancing smile, it’s now clear. it’s faint, but eren can see it and he adores it— especially considering he may be the cause of it.

and yes he is, because watching him fight to find the right words all while speaking slowly and carefully is a sight.

“you can do better. someone who will respect you, trust you… maybe try making friends with your friends who’ve been there before he came around.” 

“well, that’s oddly specific.” the snort you make turns into harmonious laughter from the two of you until eren is drifting downwards so his cheek is met with the arm rest next to your head.

 you turn your own head enough to see him in your near-peripheral and adjust yourself to make space for him to lay sideways between your legs on the small couch.

he slides his hand up so it’s ghosting the skin of your belly, fingertips hiding slightly underneath the cotton of your shirt. the touch is almost too there.

“or, makes you laugh,” like he just did, “smile a lot.”

you’re quite good at playing this oblivious game, both you and eren know that.

when he runs out of words to say it’s that silence where it’s too quiet. that weird ringing sound resonating between your ears.

it’s not uncomfortable though, it’s far from that— even the exact opposite— you’re too comfortable resting beside eren and you’re too comfortable with the warmth of his palm as he creates circles on your lower left belly, from the hem of your leggings to your supple skin and back.

you were too comfortable on his lap, too comfortable spending a night and you were too comfortable downplaying every occurrence for so many months. 

so now, you’re here in this deafening silence, comfortably laying beside eren who is thoughtfully gazing at your profile.

when you look back at him you can see that undying passion that overcasts his eyes. you can see him blinding.

eren’s passion is something you’re all too familiar with, something that bubbles so greatly within him that he overflows and it’s difficult to put a lid on. he’ll go against his morals, go against what’s right when his passion blinds him, because once his eye is on the prize he won’t stop at anything to have it.

but his passion isn’t the only thing fogging his vision, it’s the feel of your plush skin against his fingers and the meek look on your face that’s mere inches from his. it’s the fact that he knows he finally has you in the palm of his hands right where he’s always wanted you— and there are no protests coming from you to stop him from having you. 

his passion is blinding but so are you. 

and he’s sure you’re blind too, because you don’t stop him from leaning towards you. you don’t stop his hand slipping from underneath your shirt and moving to cradle your jaw, gently using his index finger to turn your head completely his way. you don’t even stop him when he gives you the chance to opt out with only his eyes, afraid that if he speaks it’ll snap you both back to the reality he doesn’t want and you’ll find your own voice to scramble away like a mouse. 

and even with his query expression you’re acquiescent, like your boyfriend taught and eren‘s not stopped when he presses warm lips to your own, letting them sit idle so he’s allowed to catch up to time. realize that there’s no reality to snap back to because the reality he wants is here— now.

clarity runs through his nerves and then he’s languidly moving his lips against yours. gentle like when you pet a timid cat for the first time, cooing them and speaking in a hush voice so they don’t flee.

he doesn’t want you to flee, god, no— but he’s not sure how long he can keep up this agonizingly slow pace. his fingers press further against your cheek and he turns on top of you so his face can level with yours, deepening the kiss.

this passion he has for you spills from his lips and floods into your mouth. he’s not sure if you can feel it but he likes to think you can, from the way your hands that used to hover at your sides move to scrunch the fabric of his shirt to how your completely moving your lips against his.

perhaps you’ve thrown away your morals too, or maybe you’re still ethical, you’re just doing a little evil for your own greater good. 

eren’s lips tremble against yours while he contemplates pulling away. he’s scared for the next step— scared of what you’re thinking and how you’ll react— but as much as he wants to he can’t kiss you forever.

when he pulls away it takes you more than a few seconds to open your eyes. both of your chests heave like you ran a marathon, mouths parted and pupils dilated. 

tan fingertips press a bit too much pressure into your cheek, but likewise you’re gripping his shirt just as tight. his eyes watch yours dart across his features like he’s analyzing your next move. pink lips are flushed, a dark eyebrow is twitching, and olive skin is smeared with red.

it’s eren looking at you like this.

it’s eren you just kissed.

it’s eren and not your boyfriend.

this is wrong, and you know that but for some reason you won’t let go of eren’s shirt, you’re not pushing eren off of you and you’re not cursing yourself for listening to eren and not jean because this is what he meant when he urged you to go back with the rest of them.

so if this is wrong, why don’t you feel that skin crawling guilt? why did you like feeling eren’s pretty lips against yours and why do you want more?

the weed, it’s because of the weed. 

that was the only explanation you had for yourself, you’re high, it’s not your fault, you’re under the influence— but your conscious—

“hey?” the boy above you lightly taps your cheek, pulling you from your headspace. the shift of emotions on your face had to be clear as day since he begins softly stroking your cheek and shaking his head. “calm down.”

calm down? your heart was beating against your ribcage and you weren’t sure if it was the moment at hand or the drugs. calming down was easier said than done, yet eren seems to be the epitome of calm.

yeah, the situation was feather light for him because he’s not cheating and you are. 

that’s right, you’re cheating. it wasn’t subjective anymore, you were cheating.

“eren—“

“i know, i know… but you want this just as bad as me, right?” the pad of his thumb ghosts over your bottom lip. green eyes flit down to watch it bounce back into place and you swear he inches forward a little before looking back up at you.

“i…” did you want it like he did? i mean, no one would find out, right? plus, maybe eren was right about everything he was saying to you… you’re high, no one would know, and maybe eren is right.

"it’s clear i want you.” eren murmurs. “always have.”

but the more you try to convince yourself the more you realize that you’re making excuses to be with eren for one night.

“eren—“

“it’s alright.”

his voice flows like water down a stream, talking way to untroubled for your liking. it’s like there isn’t an ounce of apprehension in his body. 

truth be told, you can’t recall a time where eren jaeger feared anything he wanted, always fighting tooth and nail into getting his way.

he pulls his hand from your face and grabs your wrist instead to place your palm against his nape. your hand molds to his neck and he leans down to string kisses from the corner of your lip to your ear.

eren’s touch against your skin is hot, burns like a flame, like a sin— and that’s what it is. because eren knows he shouldn’t be touching you like this and you know it too, but for some reason the softening look in his eyes and the drugs running through your system is enough to douse the fiery feeling, and enough to convince yourself that maybe, just maybe, this is okay.

eren’s breath fans your earlobe and he’s speaking in a husky voice you know too well. 

“trust me… i’ll make you feel good.”

you’ll sleep with him just for one night, because you’re high, no one will know and it won’t be anything more or anything less.

and just like that, eren is hiking your legs up on his waist and your strengthening your grip around his neck letting him carry you down the hall.

he gently shuts his door, then setting you on the bed softly and turning back doesn’t seem like an option anymore.

his curtains are sheer and the blinds are open, letting in the least amount of moonlight that casts enough light to make him out. 

he pulls his shirt over his head, the black fabric getting thrown to the floor before he’s slowly stepping towards where you sit on the edge of the bed gripping the sheets unbeknownst to you.

the boy grabs your hand, a gesture that as simple as it is makes you almost stop breathing for a second. and how he tests your name on his tongue doesn’t help.

you repeat his name back to him, and saying it in the confines of his bedroom embodies a fall from grace.

eren enjoys it though, biting his lips to repress a smile that could easily be mistaken as wicked, as he truly knows what he’s doing.

his hand moves from your palm to the hem of your sweatshirt, tugging at it so you get the memo. you feel stuck, like moving even the slightest inch would expose your indecency to the world, so your eyes stay locked on eren’s hand.

“take it off me.” you croak, yet for some reason that’s better than doing it yourself.

“lay back.”

when you shuffle up on the bed, back hitting the bed frame, eren follows along, crawling over top of you and lifting your sweatshirt over your head.

the material blocks you from seeing the awe glimmer in eren’s eyes, and the flicker of hastiness he has to see you in all your glory. whether it be lust, or pure adoration, it’s there.

he adds the sweatshirt to the growing collection of clothes at the floor by the bed and eren leans down to simply feel the warmth of your body against his. his nose buries into your neck, eyes fluttering shut and hands roaming the expanse of your stomach. 

it’s like it’s what you need to ease up, limbs unlocking and heart slowing down. you cautiously place your hand on his nape, fingers brushing through the tiny hairs that were left lingering. 

and then the gentle sound of a kiss, a flame ignited even further in both your bodies, and another, and another against the tender skin of your neck.

it’s the last ingredient to this recipe you needed to say fuck it, the last ingredient to let you give yourself away because eren even with the lightest press of his lips to your skin leaves you with a taste of what he can give you.

you want what he can give you, you need what he can give you. “more.”

how pleasurable could a simple request be? 

eren plants more kisses, up until the corner of your lips and back down until the valley of your chest. his hands fumble to unclasp your bra to continue his administrations. it loosens around you and your breath catches in your lungs when he tugs it off completely. 

“god,” he mumbles, fingertips moving to twirl around your nipples as he goes back and forth to mark your skin with a wet kiss on either breast. “you’re fucking beautiful.”

it’s hard to even say thank you,but eren takes the small moan you let out as one anyway.

he moves up to nibble on the skin of your collarbone, teeth grazing the sensitive skin and lips delicately sucking long enough for when he pulls back for there to be a faint bruise adorning your skin. 

eren seems pleased with himself, for the few seconds he stares at it before his eyes flit up to yours, cloudy under the moonlight. fingers skim over the hickey and he goes back for more, seemingly not able to get enough of skin on skin, skin on lips.

“eren, what if…” you suck in a breath when he begins again at the junction of your neck and shoulder and like they’re on autopilot your hands string through his hair, scrunching and drawing him closer, farther then closer; you don’t know which one you want. “what if he sees?”

not even a flinch at the prospect. 

it could be your imagination but he bites harder, then pulling back and letting his tongue swipe over the forming mark. “let him see.”

you whimper— either at the odds of him seeing or at how eren rolls his hips down against yours before connecting your lips once more— who knows, but it’s melodic to his ears and he repeats his movements again.

and again, and again until you’re mirroring his motions. your hips itch to meet his, trying to taste how he feels perfect against you like a puzzle piece. “jesus…” eren whispers as your legs wrap around his waist, arms around his neck while your lips search for his. 

it’s funny, because albeit all your actions, every time eren looks up to meet your eyes to look for that continuous confirmation that you’re okay, they’re closed.

he quietly sighs before using one arm to still your hips and the other to prop himself up while he gently brushes his lips against yours then to your ear, and lastly grazing your helix before whispering, “what do you want?”

with only a little hesitation, “you.”

“look at me and tell me what you want me to do.”

a little hesitation, but your eyes open to be met with jade ones boring into yours. 

he makes the butterflies in your stomach wake up, your legs tighten around his waist, and you hate that he has such a commanding effect on you.

it’s not like your significant others, though. it’s in a fashion that threatens to push you to be submissive, to be compliant for him in a way that you know doesn’t escape beyond sex.

it’s how it should be with your boyfriend.

eren’s teaching you more than one thing today without even knowing it.

“whatever you want, just want you.”

whatever you want, he reiterates in his head. 

eren slightly loosens his hand around your hip. against your collarbone he nibbles gently, eyes flitting up to watch you watch him— watch you relax under every soft bite he leaves against your skin.

he’s proud to see that, the way your body deflates under his touch and melt into his and for the briefest second he wonders, could your boyfriend make you do the same?

that’s what he thinks he wants.

he wants to make you feel so good you can’t think of anyone else carving out your body the way he can. he wants to fuck you so good that you’ll come back to him because you can’t think of anyone else but him. yes, that’s what he thinks he wants.

and from your peripheral, when eren lifts his head you can see the way his eyes darken before he pulls back completely to slide down. his fingers tug at your leggings and with them goes your underwear, gathering at your ankles. you do eren the favor of kicking them completely off. your knees knock at his sides as if you were trying to close your legs forgetting eren stood in between them.

he hums at this, going back to kiss your sternum, then dragging his lips down until they’re cocooning your navel, like petals protecting its bud. your eyes squeeze shut as his mouth stays there, breathing hot air before pressing another kiss that makes you cringe because it’s so gentle. it’s so unlike anything eren’s been all today and you’re almost worried for what his administrations mean for you.

you know this moment won’t pass as easily as you think. it’ll be something that lives within you, haunting every single moment you spend around your supposed lover, eating at you alive. and it’ll be something eren will bring up with no remorse. good or bad intentions— you know he’ll use it to push you further into a corner until you have no choice but to break under the pressure because you know he wants you— and the satisfaction of this moment the two of you are sharing was never going to be enough for him. 

eren’s relentless, and he walks alongside the walls you’ve built, slowly pushing every loose brick until he can watch you crumble under the foundation you never had in the first place. 

his palms are warm on the back of your thighs, sliding upwards until you bring your knees to your chest. you’re on display, like a trophy in a glass case for eren to view and admire. or, you’re the medal he knew’d he’d be wearing from the jump. 

“okay?” he asks, but it’s not much of a question because he’s still trailing downwards to leave the trace of his lips against your clit— and you’re tensing up— a small squeak leaving your throat before you’re relaxing. your heels drag down his upper back as your body goes pliant again, chest falling and hand moving to settle in the mess that’s his chocolate hair, dusting his neck.

he moves one hand until his fingers are snagging around the thin hair tie that kept his locks tame, pulls so that they fall over his shoulders and you’re in awe. how the curtains act in unison with the moon to cast across eren’s face a light that highlights his cupids bow, the flecks of green in his dark eyes, and the stray hairs that tickle his cheeks. the pillars of light fall over half his face in fragments and you allow yourself to wonder if eren’s always looked like this. 

he smiles slightly, maintaining your gaze as he places his hands back on your legs and dips his head down until you can feel him breathing over your cunt. he relishes in your whimper when his tongue kitten licks at your lips, hot and wet and enough for you to press your heels more into his back. 

it’s like a first drop of poison when he’s touching you in a place that wasn’t supposed to be reserved for him, and it’s clear for the both of you that there’s no going back.

eren hums at the fact, and at your saccharine taste, something that’s only you. something he can’t compare because it belongs to you. it sits before he’s dragging his tongue through your folds in a slow, savoring manner. a shaky breath exits your lips so he does it again, slower, more tedious so that your fingers scratch at his scalp tugging him forward.

he this time, full-fledged smiles against you and meets your eyes when he does; pleasure and near satisfaction in his, unleashed want and need in yours. 

you throw your head back against the pillow underneath you, screwing your eyes shut and bringing eren impossibly close so he can wrap his lips around you fully. but he doesn’t, he lets them just sit against you tauntingly.

he wants to hear you say his name, be sure you know who your legs are draped over, whose hair your hand stays entangled in. 

so like you’re reading his mind you do, breathy and lewd, and it goes straight to eren’s cock, jumping slightly and making his eyes flutter shut.

“yeah?” a simple word searing and ripping through you. and you feel like you’re melting under the pressure of his lips, when they close around your clit sucking gently. 

“please,” a simple word laden with everything eren could ask for and more, washing over his skin in flames and igniting a groan from his throat. 

he gives you some more of what you want, pulling back for a minute to bring his hand to your entrance, and the pads of his fingers against you make you shiver. thick and teasing and you find yourself asking again, please. 

“my fingers or my mouth?” 

he’s mean when he says it— as if you can’t have both— as if when with him the world isn’t your oyster.

“eren, both.”

“then beg me…” the tip of his middle breaches your cunt and there’s your heels again, pressing down into his shoulder blades. “like… like you were.”  

you whine, shifting your hips downwards so his fingers move deeper; but he’s not dumb, following your motion so it’s still his fingertip that sits pretty.

he murmurs your name lowly, stirring arousal within your blood that prompts for another broken, “please,” 

your own fingers tug at his hair trying to get him closer to where you needed him the most. eren barely budges, eyes low and flickering between your desperate eyes that glisten like your cunt because you want him. 

you think you want him, but it’s his mouth against you that you want, completed by his fingers. “please— your fingers, your mouth, i want it.”  your legs shake, hips rocking with need and the desperation that clouds your eyes, and it’s a whine of his name this time. “eren, please give it to me— ‘want you.”

a shudder runs through eren’s spine, quick and sharp, and he’s burying his middle finger deep into you, tongue following. he’s skillful, swift with it as he licks between your folds, obscene noises eliciting from both you and him. 

you’re reminded that he’s done this before— no doubt about it. he’s been with girls before you and more likely after you— he wasn’t yours, you weren’t his.

eren’s free hand falls from your thigh and goes to knead at the skin of your hips. his fingers sink into the soft flesh to tug you closer than you could even be because, the more he had a hold of you, a taste of you the more he wanted to crawl into your skin— infatuation with you loud and booming in his ears.

“you’re so fucking good,” he moans, breath fast, quick. “so fucking good.”

you think the same; he’s so good how he pumps his fingers in and out of you with prowess and takes his time learning inside of you with his mouth. like there won’t be a time he won’t have you after this, so he memorizes and appreciates, because there may not be. 

he adds a second finger and pulls his mouth away. you’re tight around them, pulling him in further when he sits up on his knees and moves to lay beside you.

the tension in his scalp releases when your hand leaves it, dropping to his shoulder then his chest. the frayed ends tickle your neck as he peers down at you, face softening when he can see you clearly again.

you’re beautiful; lips forming a pout because you’re so needy for him, eyebrows knit above your pretty eyes that are all the more mesmerizing in the dim light.

he leans down to connect your lips again, and he enjoys how fast you reciprocate, tongues dancing and only the slightest clinking of teeth. you’re rocking down on eren’s fingers again because the pleasure that’s building inside you heightens when you kiss him. it’s rough but filled with the passion eren holds, and you moan into his mouth, fucking yourself on his fingers.

eren presses himself against your side and even through the various fabrics that separate the two of you, you can feel him hot and hard in his sweatpants, mirroring your actions to relieve the tension you were almost oblivious to.

because he was so wrapped up in making it about you, that your mind was clouded only focusing on the pleasure he gave you, how his fingers felt inside you.

he treated you in a way that your boyfriend didn’t— it’s hard not to remind yourself.

your eyebrow twitches and you sigh into eren’s mouth. your left hand reaches down to stroke him through his garments. 

he chokes out a whimper and you’re closer, your pleasure teetering over the edge and ready to spill— and when eren’s thumb goes for your clit, rubbing slow circles that contrast the movements of his fingers— you do. 

it’s hard and surges over your whole body in waves that shock you one after the other. your body tenses then spasms, pussy clenching around eren’s fingers tight like a vice and releasing before repeating— his fingers drenched with what’s only you. 

high pitched, loud moans bounce off his walls and your head lolls against his shoulder as they fall into whines that are soft and melodic to eren.

your body’s feverish and hot and your chest rises and falls rapidly as he brings you down, still sliding his fingers in and out of you slowly. “fuck, _____.” your head slumps against the pillows again, and eren takes a few moments to admire you— a sweat sheen over your face but to him a glow.

he pulls out, smearing your slick over your clit before bringing his two fingers up to your lips, pressing slightly until you obediently open up for him. 

his jaw clenches watching you take them in. your mouth is warm and wet but in an entirely different way than your cunt and eren throbs in his sweats. 

“jesus,” he croaks, sounding almost fatigued. you sigh at the sound of his voice again, and drag your tongue from his palm to his fingertips. 

the remnants of something tart, almost sweet lingers on your tongue when you pull off and when you meet eren’s eyes— so blown out that the infamous emeralds almost cease to exist— you let your legs fall back together.

he buries his head in the crook of your neck, fingers falling from your lips so the saliva on them leaves a small trail on your chin and groans. “you’re a fucking dream.”

your eyes close, lips still parted and the feeling of eren’s cock rigid against your hip so prevalent. “eren,”

he licks at your neck softly, hips shamelessly pushing into your side to get any ounce of release he can. “yeah?”

you think you want eren.

“fuck me.”

the soft rhythmic breathing of eren’s hitches at your words and his cock twitches in his pants.

the warmth of eren disappears from beside you as he rolls over off the side of his bed, reaching for his bedside drawer. 

you follow his movement, observing how he’s haste to reach for the cardboard box, fingers fumbling to pull out a thin square of foil.

he’s hard to make out completely from where he’s slightly bent over, deltoids flexing when he goes to place the box back inside the drawer. 

eren stands straight up again, glancing at you before he tears the packet open with his teeth— and no, he’s not yours.

he slides his sweatpants off and his boxers follow, and he’s nothing short of your imagination. your whine is telling— back of your hand sliding over to your mouth and your knees knocking together.

eren chuckles, crawling back onto the bed, shadows slinking over his muscles like the pelt of a panther as he does. you each out for him when the bed dips more near you, hands for a brief second being illuminated by the glow entering through the curtains when they slide up to his neck.

your fingers hook together behind his head and he grabs at your forearm gently, turning his head just a bit to press his lips against the skin.

a peck so delicate, like he could break you— have you shatter into pieces like a mirror— leaving eren left with nothing but fragments of glass capturing the shimmer of moonshine.

he wouldn’t want that, he thinks.

eren realizes apprehension still has some sort of loose hold on him, but the brief reminder that this is all he’s ever wanted and hopefully what you want— whether it be just out of lust has him repeating the same gentle kiss to your other arm.

“you alright?” he knows the chances of you saying no is slim to zero, but still he quietly asks. 

“this is wrong.”

before it was a thought in the back of your head. something you tried to ignore lest the guilt eat you inside then out. 

but eren who your legs are wrapped around— leaning over you where the two of you mold a secret in his room— is your constant grave reminder.

“we haven’t been doing anything right.”

“i don’t get you, ‘ren,” you tug him closer until his heightened breathing can be felt fanning your face. “you just don’t know when to stop.”

“you’re my holy grail; not with you.”

you smile.

eren pulls back to completely open the packet in his hand. he reaches over quickly to place the foil on his bedside table, then rolling the rubber over himself.

you hum, watching unabashedly— better yet— rousingly. “how do you want me?”

“i can have you any way i want to, can’t i?” it’s cocky, taunting, but above all it’s true.

there hasn’t been a time you’ve said no to him tonight. just following along with his words because something about him compels you to just trust. to just be amenable.

eren’s convincing and you compliant that for as long as you remember you’ve been able to be pulled at like a puppet on strings. 

it’s not a bad thing though— with eren, no. as ironic as it is, there’s a sense of free will that it gives you— knowing you don’t have to do much thinking to give and get pleasure.

knowing you’re simple being is so tantalizing to him, and that in a way commands him. it’s a paradox, and you revel in it. 

“any way i want you to.” 

eren hums. he rests his forehead against yours, holding himself up with one arm, the other reaching for himself. 

the first press of him up against you has you clenching around nothing but the feeling of his tip. it almost would’ve been embarrassing if how wet you were wasn’t already. 

eren begins pushing into you and your mouths part simultaneously. it’s good; the way you suck him up. tight heat perfect around him— warm and slick and just good. 

“god,” eren bites his lip, a sharp exhale leaving his nose and his eyes shutting. “you don’t know what you do to me.”

he wants to stay here forever. doesn’t even wanna move, just feel you around him— feel your body below his, hot and soft and everything in between. 

when he connects your lips again it’s a half ass kissed, your lips just sliding against each others as eren bottoms out until his hips are pressed snugly against yours. your legs unwrap from around his waist, hiking up until they’re once again near your chest while your arms fall from eren’s nape. 

“i need,” his hands move up to your own, entangling both your fingers. another sloppy, dumb kiss before his lips on yours is gone again. “need you to move, eren.”

and maybe, in another universe he’d be quick to tease— take his god forsaken time just to spite you— but he’s just as desperate now that he knows what it’s like to be in you. 

his hips pull back until only his tip resides at your entrance than forth so you’re crying a moan that you prayed didn’t wake armin up.

“need you so bad,” you whimper again, squeezing eren’s fingers with your own. “faster.”

“you just want me to fuck you,” he says it low, matter of factly not even looking at you— instead where the two of you are connected— watching how he slides in and out. “want me to ruin you.”

“yeah, yes,” you nod hastily. “want you to fuck me so good.”

“he doesn’t?” testing the waters; or diving head first.

and it shouldn’t make the pleasure in your stomach turn its gears, small waves of it rippling through your body. it’s wrong for you to like eren’s words, yet here you are whining at them.

and eren knows you like them, if how you suck him in tighter is telling. “he doesn’t fuck you like this?”

“eren,”

“tell me,” he fucks you harder— with more purpose— the lewd noise of your slick being moved around by his cock every time your hips smack against each other. “does he turn you inside out? have you crying for his dick like this?”

“fuck…” and it’s worth pitying, that you enjoy this. your eyes meet his and you shiver because they’re dark and inciting. “eren,”

his hand slides from yours, moving over the sheets until you can feel his fingers breaching your lips again. they sink into your mouth, the pressure weighing on your jaw so that it falls open enough for him to see the way your tongue moves around his digits.

“like i do?”

you whimper so pathetically, a noise that spurs eren on, him moving his fingers out and to the side to make place for his thumb to sit perfectly inside your mouth. 

“no, right?”

your lips close around his thumb, and he thrusts it and out so slightly, but it’s enough alongside how he fucks into you for tears to prick at your eyes.

you shake your head. 

“no?”

another shake, and then a limpid tear falls from your right eye and through the second of a blur you see the small smirk on eren’s face before he comes down to place a kiss on your tragus. 

“i know, baby.”

you sob as eren’s hand— fingers still coated in your spit move down to your neck while he pecks what began as benign kisses from your ear to your jaw. 

they travel down to your neck just above his hand, and then it’s tongue before teeth and teeth before the harsh suction against your neck that has your head reeling. 

“don’t think you’re gonna wanna go back after this.” and something near a laugh elicits from his throat, “don’t want you to.”

and he makes it known with the bruises he leaves behind on your neck, no way to cover them up with how they sit clear in the center of your throat.

“eren,” you cry again, shaky and pitiful.

eren understands the stigma behind cheating. he understands your reluctance and the position he put you in, but, god if getting to fuck you like this wasn’t a power trip he didn’t know what was.

getting to be buried so deep inside you, getting to hear his name tumble from your lips in the most titillating way, you simply being his in this very moment— all things your boyfriend couldn’t have right now— and eren flourished from that fact alone.

he lifts himself up, grabbing both of your wrists and holding them together as he continues to fuck you, feeling that tightness coiling in his abdomen. 

it’s like a fantasy assembling right in front of him; your breasts bouncing with every forward thrust of his. his markings adorning your neck like a necklace. your bruised lips swollen and pretty. and then that contorted expression of bliss that graces your features— eren’s doing.

if he knew better he’d say never in a million years would he had thought you’d be splayed out under him like this; but he knows better.

eren gets what he wants. 

he groans and he knows he’s close, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on your wrists. “wish i could come inside you.” a thought that comes forward with no regard. 

“next time he tries to fuck you, have you like i do my come’d be in there last.” you’re tainted with eren, and either that or the stutter of his hips, the whine he emits makes you come loudly.

you’re thrown over bound, a series of sobs leaving your lips accompanied by the seizing of your body. it’s the image of eren over top of you, jaw dropped in unimaginable pleasure as he comes himself— inside the condom— and if you had a clear sense of mind may you’d not have been a little disappointed.

your body continuously jerks, convulsing around eren whose groaning, head dropping to your chest and just pressing his lips over your skin. 

his grip on your wrists loosen. you’re spent, and he is too. 

                                                      ༄

 you’re not sure if you’d fallen asleep, but it couldn’t have been for long because you can still catch the glow of the moon on the rim of the glass sitting on the bedside table. 

your heart rate is slower, the thump in your chest that was so apparent earlier back normal, control of your body as well. 

whether it was the drugs or eren that had you so fucking high, it wasn’t good for you, and you knew that then— knew that more now.

the bed dips behind you and a soft wind falls over you before the weight of the navy comforter cloaks you. 

“i got you some water.” eren clears his throat befoe his body heat is on your backside. his hand slides over your hip, the skin, then the fabric of your underwear and you supposed he cleaned you up too. “…if you need it.”

you’re still watching the slight wobble of the water in the glass, body a bit tense when his hand moves upward to your stomach.

the air is simply different. no longer alive with the haste, adrenaline filled atmosphere that used to surround you and eren.

you weren’t running on the blunt you and your friends circled around earlier. you were fully conscious and aware.

the air is limp and cold; remnants of your mistake and eren’s like a last varnish poured over a melancholic painting.

eren’s aware too; he pulls his hand away. “i’m sorry.”

and it hits you; the emotion you’ve been setting aside and excusing for the last few hours.

a sickening, overwhelming sense of dread pours over you, coating every inch of your sweat-slicked skin and suffocating every pore on your body.

it’s grotesque— making you shrink on yourself, pulling the covers up to your chin and hoping that if you’re still enough the guilt and maybe eren would go away. 

a ragged sigh from behind you and eren murmurs your name soft and carefully.

“this is so wrong,” you mutter. “i’m not a good person.”

“you’re a better person than him.” his voice is low and quiet, vibrating through the pillow both of you lay on. 

you didn’t feel like a better person. you were so quick and careless to throw something away for a second of pleasure, but why? 

what was so enticing and infatuating about eren that you were willing to risk something you were clinging onto so tightly for that pleasure? what made him so easy to fall in line with, to play a game crafted by the devil and sell yourself to infidelity? 

“but i’m not a good person.” you sit up, covers sliding down your body and you realize you’re wearing eren’s shirt. it does nothing but add to the layers of shame sitting like bricks in your stomach. “it doesn’t matter what kind of person he is, it’s the fact that you— i even had the right mind to do this with you!” your voice picks up as your sentence comes to a close, booming compared to the silence of eren’s room, to the rest of the house. 

or maybe it’s not loud; it’s the way you, who rarely raises your voice, always calm and subdued finally has some kind of thunder that bursts behind your eyes. it’s hard and it’s a look eren thinks is meant for him, his own guilt beginning to claw at his bare back. 

and maybe if eren was one to think about his actions or the things he says before he says them, he would’ve thought before he bites with a harsh timbre of, “armin is still sleeping.”

it’s not the first time eren has raised his voice at you, and yet your mouth still shuts, eyes flitting to the comforter in your lap as if you were back in the car with your friends and he’s reminded of your persona at heart— everything he struggles to be. 

“i’m sorry,”

“stop apologizing, stop saying sorry, sorry doesn’t change that we did what we did.” you close your eyes a crease between your brows forming as you bring your hand up to rub at your neck. “i fucking cheated.” the words are painful and weary and eren winces at them.

he watches your fingers massage your skin anxiously, sliding down until they graze the marks that are now bruises that adorn your neck. you lift your head up to look at eren, eyes slightly wide and brows furrowed. you’re sure the hickeys are faded into something not short of an ugly color. something you’d hope concealer and time would hide. 

what was it about eren? that made you let him do this to you?

“he’s gonna kill me.” you whisper. it’s eerily quiet, hush and eren forces his eyes shut once the realization glosses your own that the stupid moon emphasizes.

it always boil down to him, what he’s going to do to you, what you have to worry about him thinking. him, him, him and eren practically feels his body alight with everything he felt earlier; what you know too well as his fire. 

the reason why he overtly expressed how he constantly felt, the reason he pushed you over your edge, taking you to his room— and sure, tell him he feels guilty and eren will tell you yes, he does because of how your own guilt crushes you and leaves this penitent expression on your face he can’t look at for too long. but suck every ounce of guilt that swims through eren’s veins to unveil his regret and you won’t find it. 

there’s a part of him that as sick as it is to admit doesn’t regret his actions. he knows they’re bad, he knows what he did is condemnable but eren thinks if it could push you even further from your significant other and more towards something more freeing it’s what he wants.

“he’s not going to kill you.” eren pushes himself up to sit in front of you, and no longer speaking with remorse, instead that fire he burns. “that’s the problem… we fucked up, it’s bad, i know, it was fucking stupid— its my fault— i’ll take the blame, but you just…” he sighs harshly as his palm smooths over his face. “stop thinking you’re a horrible person.”

what was it about eren? that at the end of his sentence where he sounds angry and tired, your body deflates and the thunder in your eyes dissipate back into that compliant and dejected look you’d been carrying.

silence settles in between the two of you for a few moments before eren beckons with his hand for you to come forward. “c’mere.” he hesitates to say it when you’re still for another moment, but his words mirror the soft way he said it back in the car and you’re shuffling forward on both knees until he wraps his arms around you.

you mimic him, wrapping your arms around his midsection and fitting your head into the crook of his neck. his skin is warm, embrace strong and tight and you think it’s somewhere you want to stay. you breathe him in— cedarwood and musk with the air of sex— and your body slackens even more.

what was it about eren? that despite the rush of emotions from earlier, despite the predicament he put you in, you’d still come at the motion of his fingers and relish in the comfort that is him.

“you came here to get a break.” his hand strokes down your back. “why would you need a break from someone you love?”

“when have you ever been in love to know?”

“i have an idea of it.”

you leave the tenor of eren’s words floating in the air.

“so much of an idea it doesn’t take me much to figure that you aren’t happy.” eren uncrosses his legs and spreads them to make space for you between them. it’s not a push of boundaries, it’s so he can be even more of that comfort he’s letting you have. you shuffle closer.

“we don’t ever have to do this again. we can forget about all of this, whatever, i don’t care but i’m not gonna let you think you’re happy. you wanna tell him i’ll be beside you. you wanna forget, we can forget.” eren grabs the dark fabric of his shirt over your skin, slightly twisting it in his grip. “i’m sorry i put you in this situation— i’m sorry— i know, but you’re seriously more than he deserves.”  

you’re impossibly close to eren, so much so that you can hear his heartbeat thrumming quietly in his chest. feel how his jaw moves overtop your head every time he opens his mouth to speak— to apologize. you think that maybe, it’s you who’s giving eren comfort. 

you think that maybe, there won’t be another time eren will have you as close as this and he’s relishing in what he can have before you’re gone. 

he only pulls you tighter.

“you’re kind and smart and just so damn perfect, and he doesn’t let you show him that. i hate that _____.” he whispers. “hate it.” 

and that’s what it was about eren. 

that eren— the flame on the end of a match burning bright and furiously could become as somber and only the remaining warmth of what was when it came to you. it was that you, someone who never challenged him could make him like that— like water washing away fire until there was nothing but the linger of smoke in the air.

and it’s that he gave you what you wanted and in return he got plain and simple you. that you got everything you craved from him without being molded into anyone you weren’t. that when he became rambunctious and loud it was no where near scary. it was that if you put your foot down, the slightest rise in your voice softened him and that it was nothing like how it was with your supposed lover. 

it’s that comfort that is his arms, a place that never made you tense or that you yearned for because you didn’t get it enough. the comfort that was his touch anywhere along your body and yes, it made you feel guilty but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret. 

it’s was eren himself, who taught and gave you everything your boyfriend couldn’t and he was what you looked past because there was this hope that maybe, just maybe there was something you could do to mend your broken relationship, when really it was never you.

goosebumps traveling up your bare legs and arms and you squeeze your eyes shut, overwhelmed. “when it’s good with him it’s good. makes up for all the bad.”

“need someone who can just give you the good.” eren murmurs. “you deserve something so good.”

eren doesn’t say he wants to give you all that is good. 

neither you nor eren mentions what he wants, whether it had been what was surface level; your skin on his, or what was deep, your heart.

and he was okay with that.

                                                      ༄

 it’s early the next morning that you collect your things. you switch out eren’s shirt for your own, find your phone— texts from jean and hitch and numerous missed calls and texts from your significant other that makes a nasty feeling settle in your stomach. 

you find eren in the living room, television on in front of him but his eyes fixated on the floor until he hears the sound of your footsteps behind him. 

“i’m leaving.” you smile small, awkwardly waving before heading to the door to slip on your shoes. 

eren watches with big eyes and parted lips as if he has something to say— and he does— so many things he wants to say, so many words he wants to leave you with but instead he stands up hastily, embraces you in one more hug that leaves you with the notion that things will be alright.

you’re okay with that.

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𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒

INCLUDING eren jaeger, connie springer, jean kirstein

READING: black!fem!reader

GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff ! + mention of hookups (nothing explicit !!) in jean’s part

A/N: I would prefer 16+ to read this cause of jean’s part but hey do you 🤷🏾‍♀️

-ˋˏ EREN JAEGER ˎˊ- ━━ one-sided enemies to lovers

A love story with EREN is something many expected from the both of you. Scratch that, some from highschool didn’t expect it, then again some, not all. You were sure you made it clear that you are the biggest Eren hater yet Eren thought otherwise. He thought you would argue just for his attention, then again he wasn’t wrong. Sure he was known as the “pretty boy” and that girls swoon to him every 2.5 seconds, but that all made you gag and hate the boy ever more. The constant fighting between the two of you and the spite comments had everyone thinking at some point, you two are bound to fall in love. Especially with Eren being such a tease and a flirt? You thought you were invincible and couldn’t fall for the pretty boy’s flirtatious ways. But here you are, becoming flustered at every second of Eren calling you babe or poking your cheek just for fun

-ˋˏ CONNIE SPRINGER ˎˊ- ━━ best friends to lovers

CONNIE, your longest (and strongest) friendship. The one that stuck by your side, no matter what life brought. You always thought of him as your other half or the brother you always wanted. A best friend you didn’t even need to call and he’s already at your front door—he calls himself a mind reader ‘cause of it. You thought of Connie as your best friend, you wouldn’t consider him anything more and anything less. Right? Considering when you two accidentally drunk kissed at a college party, maybe friends isn’t the right label to use. Not to mention how your heart flutters when Connie says your name and how it beats faster when it’s just the two of you. Maybe, just maybe Connie might be more than a friend to you <3

-ˋˏ JEAN KIRSTEIN ˎˊ- ━━ exes to lovers

With JEAN, “it’s complicated”, you always say whenever you’re asked about him. It’s not that you lied about it, cause you technically didn’t. Late night hookups to constant bickering, you both don’t even know where you stand. So yes, it is complicated per se. The both of you know it’s nowhere right, it’s not okay, but what can stop it? How can you all of a sudden stop loving the person that was your first everything? Your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first hookup, your first love, your first breakup. With Jean, the love is infinitely deep and too strong to let go of. Who knows? Maybe it’s a sign that you were meant to be together, maybe. Hopes and maybes spit out after drunken confessions on a late night, so maybe it might work for the two lovers

— it’s the way I’m up like I don’t have school- ANYWAYS

— bye babes, drink your water and I love you MWAH 💕

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[leviiattacks]

Hi, you're a very talented writer and your works are very beautiful. Can I request one where Levi's fem s/o does the ignore your boyfriend prank? Thank you so much and take care of yourself ❤️

author note :: thank youuu i’m glad you think that anon !! this isn’t good at all bc i’m just very sick and yeah,,, i’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations but i needed something to do and ended up finishing this. hmmm what is this is it fluff?? idk it’s captain levi and survey corps member reader though :-) requests are open so feel free to drop by if you’d like :D word count :: 3.4k 

you should NOT be bothering levi as much as you are because he understands you need your own space to relax sometimes

but come on... you’ve been ignoring him for an unreasonable amount of time now??

and he’s not talking about groggy ignoring, it’s not the type you do when you’ve just awoken from a restless night’s sleep

no. you’re talking to everyone apart from him.

and it’s driving him up a literal wall

did he do something wrong???

has he made a mistake so large that you’re too scared to bring it up???

are you finally sick of him??

will you break up with him?

levi winces when thinking of that specific question

but he’s the type to silently keep his worries to himself as soon as he sees any indication of a bad omen

currently, he’s mentally preparing himself for you to break the news to him any day now

but little does he know you’ve just pulled a prank hoping for him to whine and complain a little

the point of this all is to elicit an out of character reaction

;-)

the idea came from historia at first

her playing such a foul trick on ymir didn’t go unnoticed and little by little ymir’s resolve crumbled away throughout the day

she went quite literally ballistic trying to get historia’s attention

and watching it all play out made you want to try it out with levi

you’d be a FOOL not to

WELL!!!! the fun part about this is that you’re a bit actually, no. a lot, more stubborn than historia!!!

and instead of committing to the prank for a day you’ve chosen to see how far you can stretch this out

if you have to drag it out for two days so be it

you have good reason to

levi isn’t the most affectionate man, your relationship is kept a total secret from all of the cadets

meaning pda never happens

and,,, listen you would love to kiss him before expeditions without having to drag him behind your horse for cover

to be frank the back of a horse does smell rather unpleasant and it’s not as romantic as you’d like for it to be

honestly you’d rather have everyone stare and gawk in awe watching the two of you make out

seeing them put two and two together realizing what it is that’s going on between you and the captain would be hilarious

especially since reiner said last week he could never picture levi dating anyone

AND!! he even had the audacity to say he thinks someone like him would never date someone on the team

is it really not that obvious to them?

do you and levi lack chemistry?

silently fuming you walk away and even then none of the cadets get the hint

but you do think mikasa has known for a while. her senses are sharp and whenever she sees you and levi together she makes a u-turn heading in the opposite direction away from the both of you

but even if she does she isn’t going to tell anyone about it unless she’s directly asked so it’s not like the cat will be out of the bag any time soon

it’s silly getting worked up over reiner’s comments but it’s kinda disheartening having the relationship be kept a secret

and you thought even if it was there would be at least a hint of a rumour, like it should be decently obvious it’s been months since the two of you began to see each other

ESSENTIALLY, this is your plan to “accidentally” let the cadets figure it out

eventually levi will have to get restless enough to do something bold

that’s what you think will happen

but then the reality of the situation hits you at the end of the first day

he seems to be dealing with it just fine ?????

after giving him the cold shoulder he shows no signs of returning at all

...

WHY IS IT NOT WORKING???

mayday mayday mayday....?!??

red alert....?!??

you are about to bang your head against a wall he’s the one who’s meant to be suffering over this not you

but again, you’re stubborn and won’t give in easily

by the end of day one levi has approached you two times

two...

each time you’ve given him completely blunt responses

it’s frustrating you that he’s just dealing with it as it comes

and when he does speak to you it’s not to ask what’s wrong

the first time he approaches you is to ask if you’ve seen petra around which makes your blood boil a little because everyone knows petra has a big, fat, MASSIVE crush on him

you know he won’t ever reciprocate or anything for a number of reasons but you can’t help but feel annoyed

the second time he speaks to you is to ask if you’re willing to help hange out with some paperwork

??????

he doesn’t even look interested in asking you what’s wrong

honestly you would drop this plan but you’re in too deep now

may as well keep it up.

the second day rolls around and it’s not your best day

you burn breakfast

trip over a broom and hit your leg rather hard against the dining table

spill an ENTIRE cup of tea over hange’s important documents

and you haven’t slept a wink after overthinking your relationship status for hours on end

maybe this prank wasn’t a great idea

you’re hunched over the documents close to tears not knowing how you can save them now

there’s nothing you can do and even though you know hange will be okay with it, (they’ve never cared much for paperwork) you just don’t want to inconvenience them with this mess

“y/n?”

looking up you see eren standing by the doorway of the kitchen watching with a humored expression as you place paper towels over the disaster you’ve created

“captain’s looking for you.”

perking up a little internally you make sure to remain as disinterested as possible on the surface

“what does he need?”

“i don’t know he didn’t say.”

“tell him i’m busy.”

and that’s all that occurs during day two

you pass by levi and occasionally his gaze flicks to you but he doesn’t take any action to address you in public or in private

you end up going to bed even more disappointed than you were the first night

the prank definitely isn’t going the way you want and instead of it leading to levi cornering you in front of everyone and dipping you into a dreamy swoon worthy kiss it’s led to you developing doubts.

many doubts.

but you aren’t giving up any time soon, now more than ever you want to be reassured levi even wants this relationship because he’s not acting like it

it’s admittedly a bitch move on your part for pulling this prank in the first place but you expected him to ask how you were doing it has been forty-eight hours after all

if the roles were reversed you’d force him into a room until he would tell you

so you can’t explain his weird behaviour at all

maybe he doesn’t like you as much as you think

that thought makes your eyes sting at the corners

he’s always been reserved and a little lost when it comes to opening up but you’re beginning to lose hope if he finds it this hard to ask if you’re okay

drifting off to sleep before you can wallow in your thoughts any more you wish tomorrow is better

it’s the third day and to say you’re exhausted is an understatement

midday and you’re training in the sweltering heat

the lack of sleep you’ve had recently paired with your stress isn’t doing you any good

a little dizzy you attempt to hold onto a nearby tree for stability but end up somehow missing the mark by a MILE??

tumbling to the floor painfully you hiss at the collision and rub the back of your head which is now sore

footsteps approach you in a hurry and for the first time in days you’re face to face with levi

“you okay?” concern is very much evident in his voice and that eases your nerves

without you even responding he’s turning you around just to check in case

nodding wordlessly you try to get to your feet when you feel a shift.

your ankle without warning gives out on you and you’re sent crashing back down to the ground

closing your eyes and bracing for impact you’re pleasantly surprised when levi catches you by the waist

your weight is leaning onto him and you’re looking down to the floor

hange is yelling from across the courtyard telling levi to drop you off at the infirmary but he doesn’t need to be told that

his instincts do the talking for him and he’s already slung you over his shoulder and begins carrying you towards the base

“levi. put. me. down. this position’s embarrassing.”

he doesn’t respond and you can hear sasha and connie cackling at the compromising situation

swatting his back you’re huffing and puffing yet he’s still ignoring you

you’re being given the silent treatment but you suppose you do deserve it

sighing you deal with the stares you receive on the way there

this is levi and at this point nothing is seen as abnormal when he does it

you can’t really look behind you to see levi’s expression either but when a cadet walks past and mouths “y/n, what the hell did you do??” you know you’re in for it

eventually he reaches the infirmary and without even letting you get a word in he plops you onto the bed albeit a little rough

“what’s with the cold shoulder?” he places both his arms by your sides leaving you trapped

“i-”

“if you want to break up you can just say that instead of beating around the bush.”

you’re stunned by the harsh tone of his voice, he doesn’t have his usual soft timbre and your eyes glaze over in defense

“you want to break up?” your question hangs in the air

chewing at your lip anxiously you know if you bite any harder you’ll draw blood

“i don’t care. if that’s what you want, sure.”

oh.

oh no.

this isn’t going how you planned

nails digging into the flesh of your palms you hang your head low

he doesn’t care at all

if that’s what you want????? really???? that’s his response??? he won’t even fight for you???

it’s silent as he bandages your ankle and you’re burning in a mix of embarrassment and fury.

“i was just pull-” choking up in the middle of your sentence you feel yourself automatically frown

“i was just pulling a prank on you. you know how historia did with ym-“

really you’ve always been terrible at holding back your tears and a few spill over the edge and you sob

why are you like this why why why why why?????

yeah,, you get why everyone calls you overly emotional from time to time but really you swear you feel your heart shatter a little at how levi’s acting

shielding your eyes with your sleeve you cower away from him

lord have mercy.

levi wants to curl up into a ball and die from the wave of embarrassment that hits him

a prank.

a trick.

and he didn’t catch on.

and now you’re crying.

because he thought acting tough and cold in case you wanted to break up with him made perfectly logical sense???

spoiler : it didn’t make any sense...

but now it’s made him look like he hates you??

but he doesn’t hate you

no, no, no. not at all.

he could never hate you.

you’re always willing to help anyone out, you’re genuine, always say sorry even when you don’t need to, unapologetically yourself at any moment, you’re fearful yet push it all aside to be courageous and most of all he loves your little hobbies because who in their right mind actually enjoys gardening??

he’s convinced people who say they like gardening are looking for something unique to make themselves stand out but really you enjoy it and it’s quite cute

ok, ok no more getting side tracked whilst talking about your love for plants

he could name so much more he admires about you but he’d be here all day

“i tried to talk to you yesterday but after you refused i thought you hated me and wanted to break up. that’s why i was acting like that just now.” he slowly tries to explain his point to you

“i know i’m hard to love so when you began to ignore me out of the blue i figured you didn’t want to-”

cutting him off without giving him the option of finishing his sentence you’re wide eyed in horror. he was NOT meant to interpret the prank this way.

“levi?? for as long as i’m alive i’ll never get tired of you. i promise.” his heart rate shoots and the intense magnetism between the two of you becomes stronger by the second

you pause for a second gathering yourself.

“and i’m sorry i should’ve thought about how you’d feel. the reason i did it was stupid.”

levi kneels by the bed and takes your hand in his, he graciously lifts the sleeve of your uniform and ducks down to press a soft kiss onto your wrist.

your heart flutters seeing him be so careful and gentle with you and bashfully you look away

guilt overwhelms you at that moment because you really are horrible for putting him through all of that.

levi cares for you he does

he may be silent about it and not the best at being public with it but you know how he feels.

you feel it in the way he looks at you

you feel it when he helps you mount your horse

you feel it when he double checks your harnesses before expeditions

you feel it when he tends to your injuries

and, you definitely feel it right now when it sinks in that he was acting like he hated you just so you wouldn’t feel bad if you really did want to break up with him.

he’s always been bad at picking up on hints and cues so you now understand why he interpreted it as you wanting nothing to do with him

of course he wouldn’t ask how you were if it looked like you wanted to skin him alive

“what was the reason for the prank?” he inquisitively asks genuinely wanting to know what it is he can do for you

“i...” you’re wandering off and suddenly don’t want to tell him

“i wanted you to kiss me.” you whisper in a rush

he cocks an eyebrow up even more lost. “i kiss you all the time?”

“i mean, in front of everyone else.”

he blinks and his mouth forms into an “O” shape

it’s a little awkward now

he doesn’t bring it up again so you assume he doesn’t like the idea of letting everyone know just yet

and that’s okay!! you respect that!!

after all, you can’t get mad at him for it, it’s the best choice.

you don’t want people to accuse him of having bias towards you and it’ll probably upset petra and hinder her performance if her crush just suddenly starts dating out of nowhere

your gaze is back on levi and he’s now double checking the bandage on your ankle after tending to it

“you can’t walk for a few weeks.” he tsks

“be careful next time.” he’s always been blunt when he does show he cares and you warmly smile after not talking to him in days.

you feel the need to apologize again

“to make it clear i really am sorry, i should have thought more about you.”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes

“i’m overjoyed that my beautiful girlfriend doesn’t want to break up with me. now, stop moping around about it i’m over it.”

he scoops you up effortlessly and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“y/n, for the record, i’ll work on not jumping to the worst case scenario first.”

you love this aspect of your relationship

being able to understand how your flaws impact the other and choosing to make changes or adjustments

it’s sweet and you must be smiling like an idiot when thinking of it because levi blows a puff of air onto your forehead knocking you out of your daydream

feeling a little less light headed than before you notice he’s walking back out towards the courtyard

why is he doing that...?

“you’re walking in the wrong direction?”

“no i’m not.” he replies with a smug grin

oh my god

no he isn’t

oh my god

is he???

you’re bright pink in the face as you turn to look at him panicking when you hear hange’s group returning

eren can be heard arguing with jean as per usual and now you’re smacking levi’s chest even harder

“you don’t have to do this no, no, no. it’s okay really.” it’s funny how you’re begging him not to do what you’ve been waiting on for three days

but you really don’t want him to feel like he has to do this

as if he’s read your mind he replies. “i’m doing this with my own free will.”

he gives you one last grin and pushes you up against the wall, your back is against the cold yet solid surface and you tense up

oh god. it’s happening he’s diving down and it’s as if everything is moving in slow motion.

gradually you feel the familiar feeling of your heart jumping out of your chest

both of your lips mould together, he’s hoisting you up again preventing you from slipping away. hungry hands grip at your thighs and a knowing smile twitches across his mouth.

nipping at his bottom lip he groans and you nearly forget why it is he’s kissing you

that is until you hear a SCREAM from your right

“eren what the fuck are you yelling at?” jean’s voice can be heard scowling in the distance but you’re too distracted by levi’s mouth to care

eren must be speechless because nothing is heard until jean reaches the scene

“OH. MY. GOD.”

“WHERE IS REINER??? HE’S NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS.”

“you’re both overreacting.” mikasa makes her appearance and you’re not sure if she’s seen you and levi yet because your eyes fluttered shut long ago

“Y/N AND THE CAPTAIN????? WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE MIKASA??” eren’s voice sounds so distressed you guess you’re right for assuming he may have had a crush on you at some point

“it was obvious, i don’t know how no one else knew.”

finally levi pulls away and you’re panting practically gasping for any traces of air

“what you looking at brats?” levi snaps in their direction and mikasa nonchalantly shrugs and walks away

jean and eren however, dash away at LIGHTENING speed probably on their way to let everyone else know of the shocking new development

levi pecks your forehead and you nudge your nose against his.

since that day you and levi have been able to get away with a lot more pda

you can hold his hand and stare at how pretty your hands look laced together

you can nuzzle your face into his neck without any questions 

you can loop arms with him and even if he acts like he doesn’t enjoy it he genuinely does like walking around with you latching onto his bicep

although he still prefers the privacy of his office he’s more than happy to give in once in a while

and at the end of the day you’re ecstatic because there’s no more kissing behind your horse!!!

GONE ARE THOSE DAYS

wooHOO

honestly, you’re over the moon about it 

and so is levi

:-)

#levi #aot #attack on titan #leviiattacks #snk #aot fanfiction #attack on titan levi #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman #levi fluff #levi fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #snk fanfiction #levi headcanons #levi scenario #levi drabbles #shingeki no kyoujin levi #shingeki no kyoujin #captain levi

[seal-writes-stuff]

connie with a wealthy s/o ?? maybe they live in like soho

Connie Nikas dating a wealthy S/O would include…

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

Summary: all in the title

A/N: Hello everyone and especially anon who’ve sent this request months ago, I live in shame. This took a while to finish, but I’m happy to finally share it with you guys. Hope you enjoy!

You’ve had it pretty good in life and you’re the first one to admit it. You grew up in a loving family, you’ve had a good education and you managed to get a great job in your field. You’re pretty content with where you are right now.

You also know that Connie’s exactly the kind of guy you’ve been told to stay away from pretty much your whole life. Way too charming, a bit too conniving and, to quote some of your friends, looking like he crawled out of the shadiest part of Queens. Too bad you’ve never cared about any of that.

You get the “What do you even see in this guy?!” questions all the time, but you never pay any mind to them because you know the answers for yourself and that’s more than enough for you. If anything, he saw you before he saw your bank account – more than you can say about quite a few people you’ve tried to date.

Connie definitely thinks you’re out of his league – not just financially, but overall. You’re so sweet, supportive and intelligent – he wonders what he’s done to have you cuddled up to him every night, to be so loved. He tries not to get hung up on this too much, though. In Connie’s mind, if he managed to get so lucky, he better enjoy it.

The two of you manage to get the best of the both worlds. You’ve had somewhat sheltered life and Connie didn’t get the best education – he had to start working early to support his family. He always helps you out when you need it and so do you – you’re unstoppable together.

Connie low-key tries to impress you all the time. There’s this irrational, self-loathing belief in the back of his mind that he needs to earn your love somehow, even if it can’t be further from the truth. Whenever you notice that, you always take a minute to shower him in some extra love: there’s nobody else you’d rather be with.

That includes giving you a ton of over-the-top gifts that you don’t realize are over-the-top at first. You figure if he doesn’t mind giving you some jewelry here or an expensive equipment for your hobby there he just has some money to spare, but an accidental eavesdropping reveals that he doesn’t.He just… Somehow makes it all happen – you aren’t even sure how. Of course, you start to refuse after that – you remind Connie again and again that you love him for him, not for what he can get you.

Keeps every little sign of affection you give him. Doesn’t matter if it’s an “I love you” text or an expensive present on some occasion or another, he remembers it all. Sometimes he even goes over all of this in his head like it’s his own private collection. Connie has this image in his head that he needs to be tough and able to handle anything, so he’s rarely overly affectionate, but you know he loves you – he loves you, and you don’t need the words to know it.

The first time you invite him over is… A bit awkward, let’s say that. Connie acts like he’s in a museum hall, careful not to touch anything by accident. It takes you a while to gently push him into, well, interacting with stuff. After all, what’s the point of having a nice apartment if you can’t share it with someone you love?

When he gets comfortable, however, he gets comfortable. There are days when you come home and find him on your couch with zero warning, a sweet smile on his face and some takeout on the table. How did he even get inside? Well, love finds a way. Literally.

When you get further into the relationship, Connie figures you’d want to keep it a secret, but, to his surprise, it’s very much the opposite. You use every opportunity to show everyone who’s asking that yes, he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he absolutely amazing? Connie’s not overly emotional, but this always turns him into a blushing mess, especially for the first time. He never tells you to stop though…

When it comes to Connie, he’s pretty closed-off, even if you’ve been together for some time. He doesn’t talk much about his past, but enough for you to understand that it’s extremely, extremely different from yours. It used to sting that he never invited you over, but you eventually figured out that there’s just… Not much of a place to invite you to. You wish the world was kinder to him, and yet it doesn’t bother him at all. He doesn’t need the love of the world when he has yours.

Waits for you after work no matter the circumstances, even though it's way across town. You know about this, but Connie wouldn’t hear to any of you protest – every time he pulls you in a kiss, telling you how much he missed you.

Let’s face it, Connie’s not exactly shy about asking you for money, but in a weird, roundabout way. It’s some questionable scheme that requires a bunch of money right now? He’ll probably go to you before anyone else. Groceries and dates? He Needs To Pay For It Or He’ll Die. You let him, of course – the last thing you want him to feel is indebted.

When he doesn’t have a lot of money to spend and won’t let you pay for the date, he brings you to the lesser-known places in the city – ones that mean a lot to him. Connie’s always got a story to tell and you want to know all of it. He really wants to share his life with you, and you – with him.

To say that you're nervous about him meeting your parents is an understatement, yet Connie somehow manages to pull a perfect front. They’re happy you found such a respectable guy – he wouldn’t really call himself that, but hey, they said it, not him. When you leave, you spend the rest of the night hanging around the town, kissing and giggling in relief, as if you’ve pulled the heist of the century. And you did in a way, let’s be honest.

Overall, money or not, the most important thing is that you love Connie and he loves you – in his own chaotic way. It can be messy and times can get hard, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

#connie nikas #connie nikas x reader #connie nikas imagine #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson imagine #good time #seal writes

[smallblip]

Forever Fifteen

Levihan | Part I of Good Bones | written for Levihan Week 2021- Memory (day 6)

It’s on Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/33635872

“Hello stranger…”

Hanji doesn’t have to look behind her to know who it is. Already, she’s pulling a cigarette case from the inner pocket of her jacket. She holds one out to her side, and with a brush of cold fingers against hers, it’s gone. Her heart beats out of her chest.

Oh be still! We’ve been through this before! This should be as mundane as- doing the laundry.

She turns to face him, scanning him from his nice dress shoes to the way his hair is slicked back, an exaggerated simper on her face.

“What’s a handsome stranger like you doing in a place like this?”

He scoffs. “The party’s not over yet…”

“I know…” she replies, tilting her head to get a better look at her company. “I’m just watching…”

He follows her gaze to the courtyard below the balconies, to where Jean is sitting with Mikasa. Just- talking.

“Happened right under our noses…” Hanji chuckles. Oh right… she mutters when Levi gestures for the light. There’s a little fumbling because of Hanji’s penchant for pockets, but she finds the box of matches eventually. She strikes one and holds it close to Levi. A bright little light that burns embers into the greys of his eyes. The dark circles under his eyes have made a permanent home under his skin, and there are now lines carved into the shadows. When did those get there?

As always, Levi is the first to look away.

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that would you?” He raises a brow.

Jean is now laughing at something. Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance. In the many years he has known these damned kids, he hasn’t once laughed at anything Mikasa has to say. Jean must be a fool then. Jean is a fool because he listens too well to Hanji. Listens when she tells him he should go for it if that’s what he wants. Tell her a good pickup line, swap a few jokes, share a little fruitcake. Easy.

Hanji gasps dramatically, “as Commander of the Survey Corps, I would like to remind you that I am well aware of the policy against fraternisation!”

“That never stopped you…” Levi answers. But oh it has. The people who knew them as lovers are now dust. And now the rumours speak for them, past prefixed to lovers as a way to explain the familiarity, as a way to grow the distance.

Oh it has stopped them.

“Never stopped you either… If only they knew the great Captain Levi wrote crazy ol’ Hanji Zoë a love letter in his youth…” Hanji chuckles, a little too brave so it must be the alcohol, because she feels anything but brave lately. Her laughter is a little too bright for the night. A little too beautiful and familiar that it makes Levi smile. There’s a spray of pink on his cheekbones. The thought of people knowing the details is mortifying to say the least. But no one will know. This secret will be buried in a shared grave. A cosy little grave that gets a little damp in the summer. But they’ll brave the heat. Good things happen in the sun. Good for the linens too. Just- not good enough to untether the smell of Hanji’s skin from the fabric of his sheets.

“Do you remember what was in that letter?” She continues.

He doesn’t look at her now. His gaze is fixed on Jean’s fidgeting and he thinks of his own attempts at romance. His own little love story that blossomed beautifully and died tragically as they grew older. When they were put in charge for lives outside their own. When Erwin had named Hanji the next in line for the cursed role of Commander. One last night with her. One kiss and a handshake and a- hello stranger, my name is Hanji Zoë.

Levi. He had replied, just Levi.

He remembers Pyxis’ smug little “maybe your boyfriend can help with the mission” and Hanji’s vacuous, unthinking “oh he’s not my boyfriend anymore…”. The look on Pyxis’ face had been one for the books- a genuine surprise from coming by two pieces of information. So they are exes. The rumours were true. Menacing Levi and Kooky Zoë. Levi had launched a kick at Hanji’s shin under the table. Never in Levi’s life had he wished so much for the earth to swallow him whole.

“No…”

He says. It’s not lying if she knows what he really means. If she can tell, between each drag of her cigarette, what he’s thinking.

And she can. Oh she can.

He lets the memory dance across his eyes. That night at the pub, two kids puffing out their chests so they wouldn’t rouse suspicions (not that people care much in the Underground), listening to the men sing songs about love. Oh what Levi would give be young again. To look at Hanji, really look at her for the first time and have his mind play static on loop. To realise that for the rest of his life he’ll only be mesmerised by her.

She chuckles. Another drag of her cigarette, two taps to watch the ash drip. A wink.

“We must be getting old then, Levi…” She says, “in a few years we’ll be a couple of old prunes, you and I…”

Levi smiles at her. He’s never really thought about the mechanics of growing old. But he thinks the image is nice. Of Hanji tracing pruny fingers along the length of his pruny skin where the crescent scars sit in the leather of his skin. And he’ll remind her of the time when they kids, because that’s what old couples do right? Tease each other endlessly, talk about the ambiguity of the good old days, reminisce over long walks? Levi wants the complete works. He laughs to himself, a private little joke that simmers to a murmur-

Four-eyed prune…

It’s a little later when Hanji decides maybe it’s time to stop eavesdropping and get back to the party. The musicians announce the last dance of the night. The trumpets trail after the saxophone and the sound is something grand. And Hanji asks Levi if he wants to dance, because she’s a sucker for romantics, even though she’ll never admit it. And she knows Levi is too. And Hanji thinks life must still be pretty sweet if she’s dancing with her ex lover with a sea of memories between them and the abject refusal to explicate the boundaries of exes. Because it’s hard to forget. Because it’s hard to wash your lover’s scent from your sheets. No matter how hard you scrub, no matter how much the sunlight eats at the fabric and bleaches it. So much so that Hanji thinks it’s all in her head. The smell of his skin, the taste of cigarettes on his tongue- he only smokes with her, only with her- the ghost of his breath against the shell of her ear.

And Levi’s heart is beating out his chest.

Oh be still! We’ve been through worse! We scrubbed at the sheets until our fingers were raw and pruny, remember?

But with Hanji it’s hard to catch a break. He knows. He’s dealt with this for so long that he doesn’t even flinch when she tells him-

“You’re my best friend, Levi…”

But she recognises all the signs. The slight twitch of the corner of his lips, the creasing of the skin between his brows, the sadness in his eyes so bright that she has to avert her gaze.

“Do you tell all the boys that when you dance with them?”

He answers. And she hears the rhythmic grate of the sheets against the washing board.

Forgetting is hard.

“I don’t dance with other boys…” She replies, channeling Hanji Zoë at fifteen- was it sixteen? Seventeen? Eighteen maybe? Hanji Zoë who would sneak into the boy’s barracks to make out with her boyfriend in the dead of night and scurry back under the sheets before anyone found out. “You know I like you the most…”

“Good…”

He says. And he’s Levi- a few years older than she had been, a little too curt, a little too much misplaced possessiveness, thinking to himself that maybe love isn’t so icky and banal. Thinking maybe this is what his mother had promised him. This is all that’s beautiful.

He leans his chin against her shoulder, wrestling against the caution thrown at his beating heart.

Let them talk. Let them say we were lovers in a past life. Because that’s all we are.

Hanji presses her temple against his. The familiarity is jarring in all the ways a stain is. Bright mustard yellow against white cotton, evidence of a split second stupid decision to eat on the duvet. This is a cumulation of mustard moments then- a stain so big the entire world turns yellow.

“I like you the most too…” Levi says, voice low like this is a secret. Like as if the whole of Paradis Island doesn’t already know.

Hanji chuckles, and the vibration that spreads from her bones to his makes him blush. He knocks his temple against hers. Stupid Hanji. Stupid mustard stain.

“Liar…” she laughs. The word is a breath that caresses his cheek. But she knows him- this boy Erwin collected from the underground city. He got under her skin and she proceeds to make it her job to get under his. She had greeted him with scars on his forearm and in return, she walked away with a bruised eye, a broken nose, and an epiphany. And in the years after- the good years- they do what every teenager would do-

fuck around and fall in love.

Levi pulls apart, and in that moment, his lips brush against her neck- fleeting casualness befitting a hey big idiot. It’s the hottest day in the history of mankind but I’ll brave the stickiness to kiss your sweaty neck. Befitting a lifelong stain of a crush on a stain of a human being that will never quite go away.

It’s hard to forget.

Hanji watches as Jean crosses the hall back to where Connie and Sasha are. A sheepish grin plastered on a bright red face. The two tease him endlessly and as always, Jean swats them away, trying to maintain his cool. Hanji knows nothing really happened, but his reaction can only mean hopeful possibility. She smiles.

“Hey, do you think we would’ve worked out?”

Hanji asks when they’re walking back to the barracks, her jacket concealing a few bottles of alcohol. The other bottles have found their way to Levi’s reluctant hands. They’ve been through this before. It’s okay now. After all, comfort is a stained duvet. Soon, she’ll have to bid him farewell with a goodnight, stranger. But for now, Levi answers without looking at her.

“Yeah…” he replies, matter of fact, “we’ve got good bones…”

Oh be still! Hanji feels betrayed that her heart- a wretched thing so broken- still beats the same for him- this beautiful stain of a human being. This moment is living, breathing nostalgia. What had they been before one another? Menacing Levi and Kooky Zoë. How could anything bad ever happen to them. She grins at him.

“The best…”

#levihan #lhw2021 #levihanweek2021 #day 6 #memory #Levi x hange #Levi x Hanji #Levi Ackerman #Hange Zoë #my fic #mine #levihan fanfic

[shmackontitan]

Good Girl (Modern Au! Soft Dom Armin x Reader)

Request: @mercymester

Modern AU!

You and Armin giggled in each other’s arms while stumbling up the stairs to his apartment. You two have been out with his roommate and friends- well, your friends too. While both of you shared sober glances the whole night, trying not to laugh, Eren and Connie demolished shots one after the other.

“I can’t believe Mikasa just watched it happen-“ Armin commented, catching his breath while reaching the door to his place.

“Right? Like he literally asked if we wanted to see him do a walking handstand in a crowded bar-“ you laughed along before you two caught eachothers eyes.

You noticed that Armin was staring,

“Take a picture- itll last longer,” you smirked before trying to open the locked door.

“Haha nice try. You know I always lock the door, dumbass” Armin grabbed the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door to your second home.

Armin’s apartment definitely belonged to him. There were ceiling length bookshelves filled with books and pictures, Eren’s shit strewn about. You knew where everything was too- you could easily navigate.

“Hey-“ Armin started while grabbing onto your shoulder.

Instinctively, you turn around and get greeted by two soft hands cupping your face and soft lips against yours. You kissed back so you could taste any semblance of the singular beer Eren ordered for him. He started to toughen the kiss, his tongue thrashing against yours, teeth hitting eachother. While your hands were in his blonde hair, his hands were slipping up your skirt and grabbing at your waist as if he was holding onto you for safety.

“Bedroom-now” Armin mumbled in your ear, breathless from the kiss.

You nod as he squeezes onto your hand to practically throw you into his bedroom and lock the door. In retrospect, there was no need to lock it because Eren wasn’t there. As soon as it was secure, Armin pushed you against the door with a thud, pinning your hands above your head while biting on your ear lobe and all the way down your neck.

“What has gotten into you?” You ask in between giggles.

“Nothing-“ he responded as he put his knee between your legs, adding much wanted pressure to your crotch.

Armin lets go of your hands to get your shirt off as quick as possible.

“Bed-“ he muttered, his hands quickly finding your chest.

You obeyed- backing up to sit on the bed only for Armin to shove you down into it. While hovering above you, he reached behind your back and managed to undo your bra with one hand while both of yours’ lips were locked.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he smiled, lifting himself up to look at your face.

You felt your legs get warm and your stomach turn into liquid immediately as those words left his mouth. You were gonna say something but it was too late- Armin had already latched onto your breasts like it was his god given mission. While his tongue was busy on one nipple, ms made sure his hand was prodding at the other one. You couldn’t help but whine a little at the sensation. You thought you were wet then but now, it was almost uncomfortable to have underwear on. Eventually, his teeth were brought back to the mix as he started biting at your soft chest, his fingers gliding across your skin until he got to your pants, undoing the button.

“You know you can always tell me to stop-“ he mentioned, looking up from his beloved spot.

“I know, babe” you reassured him.

“Mm, that’s my good girl” he hummed as he pulled your pants off.

That’s when he glanced down and saw the obvious puddle that was forming in your underwear.

“Desperate much?” He smirked before shifting his body down to where his head was between your legs.

Your head was too fuzzy to say anything instead, you subconsciously bucked your hips into Armin’s nose causing him to chuckle to himself.

“If you want to get fucked baby, you’re going to have to listen to me” Armin spoke softly has he gripped your hips with white knuckles and holding them down onto the mattress.

“Yes-“ you mumbled, unable to speak well.

“What was that?” Armin cocked his head.

“Yes. Yes sir,” you whine, growing more desperate for touch at the second.

“Good girl,” Armin hummed as he left kisses on your stomach while his fingers were still digging into your hips.

He trailed down from your stomach to the hem of your underwear, grabbing it with his teeth and pulling it down until it fell down to your ankles. He could not stop admiring how wet you were, it was truly impressive. He made a mental note to do this more often. He decided to not tease you any longer and plant a kiss directly on your clit until sucking it. Hard.

You smacked the mattress with your hand as you were overwhelmed with the sensation. You still couldn’t move your hips as Armin still kept them planted in their spot. God this boy was good at what he does, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking it again- his nose wet. Your moans were filling the empty apartment and if anything, this only encouraged him.

“I’m gonna cum-“ you started to announce.

He just hummed “mmhmm” while he kept doing what he was doing. He moved his face down slightly to actually fuck you with his tongue. Fuck did that feel good. Good enough that you yelled and came all over his face, leaving you to temporarily lose your vision before trying to regain regular breathing. Armin reveled in this moment- he loved getting his face wet if it meant u felt good. Letting go of your hips to reveal red hand marks, Armin took off his shirt and wiped his face. He also took off his pants to reveal his tented underwear that’s been painstakingly rubbing against the pants all day.

“You’re doing so good for me. Now you’re gonna take my cock like a good puppy, you hear?” He went on as he dropped his underwear and crawled closer to you, your ankles resting on his shoulders now.

“Yes sir-“ you answer

“Yes sir?....”

“Yes sir I want your cock,” you finish your statement through a boiling hot blush from embarrassment.

With that, Armin slammed into your already overstimulated cunt and caused you to roll your eyes to the back of your head. He took this as a sign to keep going, fucking you like a jackhammer. Your moans turned into sobs and hiccups as your voice was caught in your throat from the impact of your boyfriends dick. While your legs were up on his shoulders, he took the opportunity to smack your ass as hard as he could mid-fuck. You yelped both in pain and surprise. You weren’t complaining.

“C’mon puppy, be a good girl for me,” Armin stuttered through shaky breaths as he leaned over to wrap his fingers around your neck.

This was him telling you that he was about to cum.

“God you’re doing so well for me babe, holy fuck-“ Armin kept covering you in praises until he rammed his dick into you one more time and filled your cunt with cum.

You let your shaking legs drop off of his shoulders as you were gasping for air. In true Armin fashion, he gave you a sincere kiss on your forehead and cupped your face with one hand, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“You were great. I’m gonna go get some water and some warm cloths, okay? You can wear my clothes for tonight.” He smiled at you sweetly before he went to throw on his underwear again and get the aforementioned towels and water.

He came back, handing you a glass of water before taking a warm washcloth and wiping down your face- stealing a kiss. He wiped down your legs and eventually gently wiped your pussy, looking at you for reassurance. When he put the cloth in his hamper, he went into his closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a school sweatshirt. You gave him a toothy grin as you raised your arms, signaling to put the sweatshirt on you. He cheesed back at you and did as you wanted. You got up from the bed yourself to put the pants on to them throw your arms around Armin’s neck.

“I love you,” you mumble in his neck.

“And you, more” he giggles before kissing the top of your head.

#armin arlert #armin arlet smut #armin smut #armin x reader #aot smut #aot imagines #aot x reader #armin imagine

[oi-loverboy]

23 and 25 with Eren? 🤍

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Prompt List (2)

Hello! I wasn’t sure if you wanted it from the first or second prompt List so I went with the second one but if you were looking at the first prompt list please tell me so that I can write it according to it. Thank you!

23. “Are you ashamed of me?”

25. “You were ready to leave me for her”

TW: language, angst, some fluff

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Scars are signs of living, beautiful marks that remind a person of a time their bodies had been scarred. Thanks to the casualties of war, each soldier had scars on their bodies, most having bigger scars to show to the world. After countless times of saving your comrades your body had scarred after being cut with blades or from scratching your limbs against trees and walls. Your biggest scars were from your shoulder to your collarbone and along your jawline, a reminder of the day you almost died in your attempt to save you boyfriend.

You remembered that after you had woken up, skin held together by stitches and a bandage with a throbbing pain in your arm, you looked over to see your boyfriend with tears in his eyes. He had stood up from his seat so quick, gripping onto your hand as he pressed kisses on your face allowing his tears to fall down his cheeks. He had muttered out desperate “I’m sorry” and “I love you” as you held onto him.

From that day on he had complimented you, pressing kisses to your scars and reminding you that you were still just as beautiful as before. You believed every word but now, hearing the words spilling from his lips you didn’t know if you should have believed him.

What you hadn’t noticed was the way he rarely touched or interacted with you in public, you thought that it was because he didn’t want others to be so involved in your relationship. You didn’t think twice when he would pick to go to town with Historia rather than with you, you thought it was his way of keeping you safe and allowing you to spend more time on your work. You hadn’t stopped to think that maybe he was embarrassed by your appearance, you thought scars were normal and it only showed signs of your bravery.

Your group of friends had huddled up in a near by table, a bottle of wine being shared between all of you. You were sitting beside Eren, his arm placed behind you leaning on your chair as you giggled at Jean’s jokes. The small flames of the candles placed around the room made the environment seem so relaxing, almost like home. Halfway through the conversation you had excused yourself to go grab your cloak since you began to feel a bit cold. The conversation soon enough shifted from jokes to your relationship with Eren. Jean commenting on how he could take you from Eren as a joke, Sasha and Historia commenting on how the both of you are such a cute couple, and Mikasa telling him that he made a good choice in choosing you.

“How come we rarely see you with her out in town though?” Connie asked, curiousity in his eyes. Everyone looked at Connie thinking he asked a good question before they all looked at Eren awaiting a response.

Eren sighed, pressing his lips together in a thin line and glancing back to make sure you weren’t entering the room before turning back to the group, “I trust you all with my life so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell the truth. Don’t get me wrong, she’s wonderful, smart, gorgeous, everything I could ever dream for and I owe her my life for saving me but I kind of don’t want to deal with people if they see me in public with her. I mean I understand that as a soldier you will get scars but I couldn’t deal with stares and the fear people will feel if they saw something as ugly or serious like that. I don’t want to make her feel less than what she is because of it so I just make excuses to make her feel better.”

You were lucky enough to walk back to the room when you heard your name being mentioned, a small smile on your lips at the thought of the sweet comments expecting the same from Eren. You had pressed your back against the wall around the corner knowing that they wouldn’t see you. You weren’t the type to eavesdrop but you wanted to know what sweet words would be shared, if any. Holding back tears, you leaned your head back against the wall as you stared at the ceiling mentally preparing yourself to act as if you hadn’t heard anything. You quietly put on your cloak, putting the hood up and assuring that the scar on your jawline was covered by it. You made your way to the table, a small smile placed on your lips as you sat down in your chair again. They all did a small celebration at your presence forcing yourself to let out a small laugh. You had leaned back in your seat feeling as if your body would give out on you at any minute and you remained quiet unless someone asked you something or you heard the others laugh. You weren’t paying attention to the conversation, zoning everyone out as you dived deep into your thoughts.

You slightly flinched, your eyes slightly widening when you felt Eren’s hand being placed on the back of your head. You looked up at his green eyes, mustering up a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“Hey pretty girl, are you ok?” He whispered, gently scratching the back of your head, “you’ve been quiet ever since you came back.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m just tired, it’s been a long day,” you respond back, breaking eye contact as you looked down at the table.

“You should have said so, we can go to bed if you want,” he offered, his hand stilling but he didn’t remove his hand from you.

“Oh no it’s fine, I know you want to stay with your friends longer so I’ll go to bed, I really don’t mind,” you reply, looking around the table.

Eren asked if you were sure several times to which you replied with yes, bidding everyone a goodnight as you stood up, placing a kiss on Eren’s cheek before you walked out of the room and to your shared one with Eren.

When you entered the room you stared at yourself in your mirror, staring at all your imperfections until your vision began to blur with tears. You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand before you walked away from the mirror, changing into Eren’s sweater before you laid in bed. You fell asleep from emotional exhaustion, too tired from all the toxic thoughts filling your head. Eren had came in later that night, a small smile on his lips when he saw your curled up form on your side of the bed. He walked to your body, grabbing the blanket that had fallen to your waist to pull it up and over your arms. He leaned down a pressed a kiss to your temple before standing up straight to change from his clothes before he joined you in bed, pulling your body towards his.

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Eren had noticed small changes in you, the way your smile wasn’t as bright, you wore your hair down more often and whenever he did try to pull your locks back into a ponytail you would pull away from his hands making an excuse about letting your hair breathe, you rarely wore the dresses he loved so much on your days off when you weren’t using your uniform. Eren still made it a mission to compliment you everyday but he noticed that you wouldn’t smile at him with your blushing cheeks, you would turn your head away from him as you let out a small giggle. He had noticed that you had covered your mirror with a blanket, he tried removing the blanket everyday thinking it was just for the night but he would always find the mirror covered again.

Levi had gathered the squad letting them know that it was shopping day, he instructed Eren and Armin to pick someone to go with them out to town so that they could cover more ground. The cadets that weren’t going handed either one of them their small lists of things they needed before Eren and Armin chose who they wanted. Eren already had your list since you gave it to him in the morning so he looked towards Historia, nodding at her to follow along with him, Armin, and Mikasa like usual. Eren scanned around the room in search of you, a frown on his lips when he noticed you weren’t among the cadets to tell him goodbye. Maybe you were just busy and didn’t have time to come, Erwin or Hanji must of needed you for something. You had been sitting in your room sat by your window, your cheek resting on your knee as you looked out of the glass.

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Eren had arrived back, placing the baskets full of the supplies the cadets had asked for on the tables as he divided the items according to the items listed on each persons list. He knew that no one would come to gather their items just yet since they were more than likely cleaning the headquarters. He walked around the headquarters peeping his head in each room in search of you and asking if anyone had seen you. Sighing, he rummaged through his brain in hopes that he could think of where you were. Looking outside the window beside him he recognized your form, he watched the way you brushed through one of the horses mane, a genuine smile on your lips as felt the horse gently nudge you. How did he miss you when he came in? Shrugging he quickly ran outside, slowing down once he reached one. He placed a hand on your waist, pulling you into him until your back was pressed against his chest. He leaned down until his lips were pressed to your shoulder, muttering a small hello as he glanced at the side of your face. You yelped at the sudden movement but when you realized it was him you continued with your actions.

“How was it?” You ask not looking at him.

“It was fine but I didn’t see you before I left and I didn’t see you out here when I came back,” he speaks softly, his eyes not leaving the side of your face.

“Oh yeah, sorry I was busy running around doing tasks,” you reply to which he hums in response, slightly moving away but keeping his grip on your waist.

“Is there something wrong, baby? You don’t seem to be yourself lately,” Eren asks, grabbing the brush from your hand and letting it drop in the bucket of supplies you had beside you. He turned you around to face him, placing his hands on your cheeks as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. He watched the way tears welled up in your eyes, he placed his thumbs underneath your eyes as he stared into them. “Why are you crying? Please talk to me, let me help.”

“Are you ashamed of me?” You ask, looking at him with desperate eyes as a tear runs down your cheek.

“What? Why would I be ashamed of you darling? Where is this coming from?” Eren asks, his voice slightly cracking.

“I heard your conversation with the group the other night, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but when I heard what you said I didn’t know how to react,” you reply, “I always thought that you didn’t want me to go to town with you because you knew I was busy or so that I wouldn’t be overly exhausted that day but I was wrong, you were ready to leave me for her every time that you had to go out in public just because you can’t stand what other people would think and not just about me, you’re probably scared of being judged for being with a someone who has been injured. Everyday I wish that I could erase these scars from my skin and maybe you wouldn’t be embarrassed to go out with me, you would be proud to show me off.” You finish, sobs shaking through your body as you finished speaking. You closed your eyes tightly as the tears fell with ease and no matter how hard you tried to hold back you couldn’t, you were overwhelmed by emotion.

Eren stared at you in shock before he pulled you into his chest keeping a tight grip on you. He placed one of his hands on the back of your head to hold you in place, keeping your cheek pressed against his shoulder. He could feel your jagged breaths on his neck and your tears landing on his shirt but he didn’t care, he just wanted to hold you. He rubbed your back with his other hand as he whispered small “I’m sorry’s” while he tried to calm you down.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel so insecure sweetheart, I know that I was being selfish and I was scared of what others thought but that doesn’t give me an excuse to feel like I should keep you hidden from the people just because you’re marked by something like war. I should be thanking you and giving you my life after what you did for me and I know you have those scars because of me, because I was too stubborn to listen as always. You mean so much to me pretty girl and I didn’t want to make you feel like that, I wasn’t thinking correctly.” He spoke, holding you as close as possible in fear that you would be gone at any moment.

After a few minutes of your sobs quieting down and Eren holding you against him, you lifted your head up from his shoulder and gently pulled away from him.

“I don’t think I want to be with someone who is ashamed of me, someone who can’t fully lovely because of how I look, someone who has lied to me,” you say quietly, looking down at your shoes, “maybe we should take a break.”

Eren stared at you, his breath getting caught in his throat as tears sting his eyes. As much as he wants to get down on his knees and hold onto you and beg until you change your mind, beg for you to stay with him and let him make up for his mistakes he knows that it’s not the correct thing to do. He lets out a shaky breath before nodding, “ok, yeah that’s fine but I’m not going anywhere. I will win you back, I promise I will do anything to have you back Y/N. I can’t lose you, mostly not over my idiotic decisions and actions but you take the time you need. I will be here waiting for you.” Eren looks at you with sad eyes, taking a step towards you. He gently cradled your face in between his large hands as he stared down at you with adoration and sadness before he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. He sighed and pulled you into a tight hug, pressing his lips against your forehead staying in the position for a few minutes.

“I’ll be here when you’re ready pretty girl, just remember that I love you,” Eren speaks softly, smiling at you declaring that you love him as well.

#snk eren #eren x you #attack on titan eren #eren yaegar #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren imagines

[asophiac]

Right Chapter 1

Don’t steal my work please 😊 my other account is SophiaLikesThings

"Hi, I'm Tobi." The shorter one of the bunch greeted us.

"So, You will watch the others go through, then we will call you up and you'll have your turn." He explained

"Connie you're up"

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"Hi I'm Connie Faye, I'm 22, and I am from Reading England." Connie stood in front of the cardboard cut out.

"How do you think this is gonna go lad?" I leaned over to a nervous Sam.

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"Hi, I'm JJ, I'm 27 and do you mind if I show you something cute"

"Go for it."

He turned around to show Connie her reflection

"Awe, yeah you can go over there." She pointed to the giant yes sign behind them

"Oh, I meant the mirror was cute."

"Too late, you already said I was cute." She forced the complement onto herself

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"Uh, This is nerve racking innit, her boyfriend is right there and he looks like he is about to kill me." Harry pointed to where Sam was standing

"Just go, Harry!" Vik rushed him along.

"Hi, I'm Harry, I'm 24, and are you sitting on the f5? Because your ass looks refreshing." He stuttered due to the fact Sam stood only 5 feet away.

"Sorry love, I don't think you could handle me." She pointed in the other direction, causing all the boys to erupt into a fit of laughter.

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The next guy stepped up, he was wearing a plaid bomber jacket, a graphic t-shirt, and some glasses.

"Hi, I'm Callum, I'm 24 and what, the oh fuck, I fucked up already." He turned

around as if anybody behind him could tell him what he was supposed to say.

"Let me try again, Hi, I'm Callum. I'm 24, and if I flip a coin, what are the chances I get head."

"What?" Connie was confused.

"He wants you to give him head." I yelled out.

"Oh, no." She pointed to where Harry was.

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"You look fancy." She complemented Tobi.

"Why thank you, I'm Tobi, I'm 26, and I like suits."

"That's it? Uh, yeah go on then." She pointed to the right.

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"Hi, I'm Simon, I'm 27, and I bet I can touch your belly button...from the inside."

"I like how you winced when you said that." She pointed out the fact he was uncomfortable.

He just nodded.

"Well, Unfortunately, I am friends with Talia so it's gonna be a no."

"Yeah, I figured." He sighed as Callum greeted him with a hug.

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"I'm Vik, I'm 24, and I could teach you a thing or two about minecraft, because your boyfriend sucks at bedwars." 

I laughed knowing that angered Sam.

"Hey, he may be shit, but you're no better.

"ABSOLUTELY FERAL." JJ laughed.

"You know what, I'm just gonna go over there."

"As you should." She laughed along with the others.

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"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 27, You like Harry potter?"

"Yeah, I guess. I do."

"Are you Dumbledore because-." She cut him off.

"No." She knew what he was about to say.

"Okay." He walked over to the others as if nothing just happened.

"Plus you already have a beautiful girlfriend." She tried to cheer him up.

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"Hi, I'm Steven, but you can call me Tank, because I love the taste of women." He stood there with a big grin.

"That is so mean." I gasped.

"It's a no, you just disrespected Deji's dead dog."

"I do not approve!" JJ spoke up.

"Connie's a savage." Steven threw his hands in the air.

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"Hi I'm Callum, I'm 27, and I heard that you like poems, so I got Harry to write me one." He pulled out a piece of paper from his cargo pants.

"Oh god."

"Uh... Roses are red, JJ's penis is bigger, but let's not forget he is a... massive public figure and that would obviously make it really hard to date him, So you should swipe right on me." He read aloud.

"Sure." She gave in.

"Yeah!" The boys celebrated for him.

"Diversity!" He cheered walking over to JJ and Tobi.

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"Hello I'm Ethan, I'm 24, and I can be your player 2." He tried to cater to her Gamer type.

"I'm not a gamer, sorry." She pointed to the left. "That's it?"

"Yeah." They stopped rolling.

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"Lucinda your turn."

I walked up to my marker and saw Harry and Simon chit chatting in the back.

"And rolling." The producer said

"Hi, I'm Lucinda May, I'm 22 and I'm originally from Doncaster, but am based in London!"

"Hi I'm Tobi, I'm 26, and I may be a chauffeur, but you're driving me crazy."

"Sorry, I don't have a licence so I can't drive." I felt bad swiping left.

"But I can drive you places." He tried to get me to change my mind.

"I've already invested many pounds in my bus card, so I'm okay."

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"Hi, I'm Callum, I'm 27 and you used to date Mason Mount?" He asked.

"I did, yeah almost two years."

"Really? I love him." Harry interrupted our conversation.

"Harry, not now." Callum turned to him.

"Anyway, You've been with a footballer, now it's time for you to be with a real baller." He made a cringey joke.

"No, thank you, I've learned that ballers are players, so..." Everyone gasped as I basically just admitted to being cheated on.

"Fair." He shrugged, walking over to Tobi.

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"Hi, I'm Vikk and I can play football better than your ex." he stood up straight, confidentally.

"Are all your guy's pick up lines about my ex?" I asked, they all nodded.

"All right then, no because you aren't on the team and he is." I pointed at a laughing Callum and Tobi.

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"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 27 and did it hurt when you fell from the vending machine? Because you look like a snack."

"I'm a full course meal, next." I laughed.

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"Hi, I'm Steven, and we're a perfect match, because I like being pegged, and I know you fucked an asshole before."

"While that is true...Absolutely not." I shook my head.

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"Hi, I'm Callum, I'm 24 and I hear you used to date Mason Mount... so you clearly have a shit taste in men... I'd think we'd get along."

"You just insulted my taste so... no."

"She's just rejecting all of us." He sighed.

"It is nothing against all of you, I'm just hard to handle because of my ADHD." I apologized.

"That's okay, I'm just joking." He laughed along, standing next to the other boys.

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"Hello I'm-" JJ just froze.

"Just hit unpause." Ethan handed me a remote.

"No, I don't think I want to."

"I'll take care of that." Simon picked him up and carried him over to the left side of the room.

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"Hi, I'm harry, I'm 24 and if you were a flower, you'd be a DAMNdelion." He pointed at me, I let out a giggle.

"Isn't a dandelion a weed though?" I asked.

"Fucking hell." He started walking over to the left.

"No, I like the effort and you are cute so you can go over there." I pointed to the empty right side of the room.

Everyone cheered as I finally said yes to someone.

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"Hi, I'm Simon, you know my girlfriend, so I know you're gonna say no, but Harry was telling me that he fancies you so, can he have your number so he can take you on a date?" Simon started playing matchmaker.

"Yeah sure." I blushed.

"Really?" Harry's eyes widened.

"Yeah."

He quickly took his phone out and handed it to me.

"Here you go." I smiled, handing it back.

Everyone just started cheering for Harry. 

"As for you simon...You're right it is gonna be a no." I sighed.

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"I'll text you later." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Looking forward to it." I kissed his cheek

"Luci, we gotta go." Sam yelled

Y'all writing irl tinder is weird but I promise this whole mason thing is gonna go into play very soon

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