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Eren Jaeger 

1. Eren in his zone eating your pussy 

2. Rough midnight fucking

3. The first time he lets you ride him and it feels too good

Armin Arlert 

1. Riding him instead of watching netflix 

2. Slowly fucking you in a mating press 

3. Armin making you so wet when he eats your pussy

Jean Kirstein

1. Fucking you in missionary 

2. A quickie before he has to go to work

3. Using the dildo and cat ears he got you

Connie Springer

1. Riding his big cock

2. He’s so big he can’t fit all the way but it has you creaming

3. Using the bed to hit it deeper and cumming in your mouth

Levi Ackerman

1. Fucking you on the couch while you drip all over it

2. Having very hot sex

3. Fingering you and rubbing your clit

what about rich boy gojo and your first fight 😭

𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“baby, i didn’t mean to—”

“save it satoru,” you spit, gathering your things to leave gojo’s house. he frowns, shuffling out of bed and throwing on a shirt while you head for his door.

“hey, you didn’t have breakfast yet! it’s not good to leave on an empty stomach—” he calls, only to pause as the door slams in his face. groaning, he quickly makes his way to chase after you—which would be a lot easier if he didn’t have so many hallways to weave through.

“go have breakfast with your little date,” you say sourly, and he runs a hand through his hair with a sigh before jogging up to you. and just as you open the front door, it slams shut as he spins you around, frantic blue eyes searching yours as you refuse to meet his gaze.

gojo satoru is hot news. you know it, he knows it, the whole campus knows it.

evidently, so do the other snobby rich families his gets along with—and he’s always been used to being sought after, he’s never really given it a second thought when someone shyly asks him to accompany them for an event. he simply shrugs, mumbles out a bored “why not,” and lets himself get dragged around for a night as envious eyes watch his every move. he’s always figured it’s better than going alone (and better than getting teased by suguru for not having any game.)

but that was before you.

now he has you, and he’s become increasingly aware of just how unhappy you are with all the wandering eyes on your boyfriend, and he’s become increasingly aware of just how unhappy everyone else seems that he’s sought after you—someone who seems mundane to everyone else but gojo.

but you’re anything but mundane in gojo’s eyes. you’re fiery and thrilling and you keep him on his toes. you manage to find a way to humble him at every corner he turns, and under all the witty remarks and snarky comebacks, you’re gentle and sweet and you love him because he’s satoru—not because he’s one of the infamous gojo’s.

“i didn’t realize it was that big of a deal,” he sighs, rubbing his temple as if he has the right to be stressed. gojo’s mother keeps an impressive collection of potted plants by his large windowsills, exotic and expensive-looking flowers that sit in just as expensive-looking pots.

you think it’d be a real shame if you smashed them over his skull for his lack of self-awareness.

“of course, you wouldn’t,” you snarl, crossing your arms and glaring at him. he winces, looking over his shoulder to see the maids pausing and glancing at the two of you as you have your…disagreement, and he rubs his neck and lets out a deep exhale.

“can we go somewhere a little more private?”

“how about i go somewhere away from you, and you go get ready for your little event with your little date who i’m sure is just as excited as you are,” you say instantly, and inwardly, he groans at how you’re just as insistent on being difficult as the first day he met you.

“she’s not my date. well, it’s not romantic, at least. and she asked me way before you and i got together,” he defends, “maybe if you weren’t so stubborn before, i could’ve asked you to join me,” he grumbles.

and this is a dangerous game. gojo knows better than anyone else that you’re not one to mess around with when you’re angry, and more than anything, he’s sure you’re sick and tired of the whispers and stares and rumors that come with walking around with his arm around your waist.

but sometimes, he wishes you’d stop holding his background against him—it’s not as though he chose to be born into a wealthy family and a lonely home and a tiring reputation. he chooses to be yours with no hesitations, and he wishes you’d choose to be his without seeing it as a weighted risk.

“so now it’s my fault? how would you react if the campus asshole was chasing after you to make you one of his little crossed off names—”

“you know it wasn’t like that,” he cuts you off, furrowing his brows and frowning at you. his voice raises slightly, and suddenly, you both forget you’re out in the open for anyone in his home to witness.

“oh yeah? what as it like then?” you challenge.

“if i have to spell it out for you, then you don’t know as much about me as you think you do,” he grunts, glaring at you as anger slowly starts to wedge its way into his bones.

and you don’t know him—not fully, at least, and he’s starting to wonder if you’ll ever understand him enough to get to know him.

“i know you were just trying to get me into your bed. and now you’ve got what you wanted and you’re already making your way to your next victim—”

“i told you she asked me to go with her ages ago. i can’t just cancel now, it’ll look bad on my family—”

“it’s always about how you’ll look with you, isn’t it?”

“don’t act like you understand—”

“god, you’re just like everyone else, satoru—”

“i’m nothing like them,” he slams his hand on the door, voice booming into the room and echoing over the large walls. his voice is loud, but there’s a quiet whisper of hurt underneath his tone. everything stills, both of your eyes widen, and you can faintly hear one of his maids drop a glass in shock, glass shattering on the floor into little pieces.

it’s quiet for a moment, just you staring into his eyes, and him staring into yours, and then he’s off—and after your first argument ever, gojo satoru hurriedly makes his way back to his room, leaving you to stand by his door alone and let yourself out.

—

it’s a while before you speak to him again. a few days of angrily waiting for texts, of tearfully wondering if you were too harsh, of lonely morning showers where you don’t get to pretend to be annoyed as he sneaks in to join you, and of wondering if everything’s really ended as quickly as it starts.

it’s not until you get a call from his mother (and you can’t help but roll your eyes that he lets her take care of things for him as always) that you decide to visit him for a long-overdue talk.

“satoru, open up,” you say dryly, pounding on the large door with a sigh. “we can’t avoid this forever. quit being immature.”

it’s silent. there’s not a muffled grunt, not a single whine of protest, not even a stubborn hmph. it’s eerily quiet, and as much as you hate to admit it, it makes your heart squeeze just a little with concern.

“satoru, ignoring your problems won’t make them go away. you’re a big boy now, act like one,” you say sternly.

“satoru is not here. he’s dead,” comes a muffled voice, and even if you want to slam his head into a wall, you can’t fight the small smile that tugs at your lips at his antics.

“oh really?” you raise a brow.

“yes. it was really tragic. he’s missed by many.”

“well, how come i wasn’t invited to the funeral? i would’ve brought balloons,” you humor him.

“well, that’s exactly why,” he grumbles. rolling your eyes, you snort, shaking your head before letting your forehead press against the cool wood that separates you.

“satoru, your mother says you haven’t left your room. at all. it’s been fours days. i’m pretty sure you had a quiz yesterday, and it also means you skipped that event—you know how your father gets when you skip events. let me in so we can talk,” you say seriously, and once more, it’s silent for a moment before you finally hear shuffling.

“door’s open,” is all he says. you walk into the familiar space, stopping to roll your eyes at the small candy wrappers he’s likely replacing for meals littering his side table before taking a good, long look at him.

and, well…he looks awful. far worse than you—and that’s saying something for someone who wears designer brand outfits to the same eight am class you show to in sweats. you sigh, staring into his eyes (and trying to ignore the dark circles) before speaking up.

“you look awful,” you say bluntly. gojo purses his lips.

“being dead does that you,” he shoots back, “show a little compassion.” and this is gojo satoru, the one you’ve learned hides emotions with silly jokes and petulant tantrums—the ones that hide his true feelings—the vulnerable kind—because he just never quite thought they mattered that much.

no one’s ever stopped to listen, and he’s never stopped to ask them to.

“i just found out i can speak to the dead,” you snort, “cut me some slack too.”

you sit beside him, stare at your hands while he stares at the ceiling. you don’t know where to begin, and he doesn’t know where this will end, and it’s really just a mess—but then he grabs your hand, a soft pout on his lips as he brings it into his grasp and plays with your fingers.

“why are you here?” he asks. it’s not accusing, just curious.

“your mom asked me to talk to you.”

“oh,” is all he says. he waits a moment before adding, “is that…is that it?”

you sigh, watching as he traces over the ridges of your palm and deepens his pout some before letting out a soft chuckle. “i guess i had to see my dead boyfriend too since he didn’t invite me to his funeral.”

“what if he’s turned into a ghost by now?”

“nothing will really change. he haunted me alive too, anyway,” you shrug, and he huffs, rolling his eyes and sending you a soft scowl.

“always so mean for no reason,” gojo mutters.

“satoru,” you start, and there’s a soft groan before he covers his face with your hand, hiding away from your serious expression, “we can’t avoid this forever.”

“avoid what, exactly?”

“satoru,” you warn.

“fine,” he mutters, letting your hand drop as he sits up. you miss the warmth of his skin under your touch instantly.

“why haven’t you left your room?” you start, staring at him sternly, side-eyeing the candy wrappers he’s carelessly discarded to his side table. “and when was the last time you had a proper meal? candy is not proper.”

“worse than my mom,” he grumbles, crossing his arms with a sigh, “i’m fine. you don’t have to worry about me.”

“i always worry over you,” you murmur softly, tracing over the stitching of his blanket that sits on your lap. he stares at you from the side, ponders your words for a moment before sighing deeply.

“i didn’t…i never wanted to make you feel bad, you know,” he murmurs, “i should’ve canceled going with her to that event. ‘m sorry,” he says quietly.

“‘s okay,” you hum—because, there’s really not much else to say. there’s no point in dragging it out, and it’s not like he ended up going anyway.

but he frowns, furrows his eyebrows and forms a small crease on his forehead at your words.

“that’s it? after all that, you’re just going to—”

“we’re just so different…you and i,” you cut him off, “everything that’s normal for you is crazy to me. and it’s just…it’s not easy.”

“i’m trying my best,” gojo says quietly, “but i don’t care if we’re different. it doesn’t—”

“well, you should. people don’t like seeing me with you, and you acting like you don’t hear what they say isn’t going to make them go away—”

“they’re going to say shit even if i do listen,” he cuts you off, sighing frustratedly before running a hand through his hair, “that’s how it’s always been. that’s how it’s always gonna be. so why listen if i don’t have to? i know i love you, and i’m hoping you love me too—or that’s kind of awkward because you have been saying it this whole time, you know,” he glances at you with a pointed look that makes you shoot him a scowl, “why should it be any more complicated than that?”

falling in love with gojo satoru is not easy—you don’t think it ever will be, but you think perhaps it’s time to stop seeing it as endless what-if’s and if-only’s. because gojo’s never lived one moment wondering about a what-if as long as you’ve been by his side. he’s happy, and in love, and he trusts you. and maybe, if you let yourself trust him too, if you let yourself count on his arms waiting to catch you as you fall for him, maybe the what-if’s and if-only’s won’t matter anymore.

“i’m sorry i don’t always trust you,” you admit softly, “i should stop doubting you so much.”

“yeah, you should,” he agrees, pouting slightly once more. cracking a smile, you lean into his side, poking his chest with your finger.

“don’t you dare ever think about taking someone else to an event that’s not me,” you warn, glancing up at his face as he stares on ahead. you almost think you see a ghost of a smile fight its way to appear across his lips.

“noted,” he nods, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “and you should stop treating your poor, sweet, sensitive boyfriend like he’s a sleazy jackass when he’s been nothing but hopelessly in love with—”

“i liked it better when you were a ghost,” you roll your eyes, and he huffs, pulling you down to lay with him as he brings the covers over your bodies. “i don’t think you’re an asshole, by the way. or that you’re like everyone else. you’re very sweet.”

he closes his eyes and hums, lips twitching at the corners. “and…?”

“...and annoying.”

“be nice to the dead,” he whines.

you let out a soft giggle, and he grins widely at the sound, and slowly, the tension shifts to the usual softness that’s always there when you’re with gojo. and maybe, he’s been easy to trust all along—if the gentle hearts he traces into your hip and the soft kisses he scatters over your forehead are any proof.

“and you’re a good guy,” you add with a gentle smile, cupping his face, “and i love you.”

“i love you too,” he grins.

“enough that you’ll come back to life for me?”

“i’ll see what i can do,” he chuckles before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply to make up for four days of lost time.

ty ris for the idea i luv u ur so big brained <33

˗ˏˋ he finds out you had feelings for his friend ˎˊ˗

f!reader. do not copy or translate. reblogs are heavily appreciated.

xiao (魈)

as indebted he felt to zhongli for everything he had done, no. it left a sour taste in xiao’s mouth to find out that you were once attracted to the geo archon before you got to know him. the poor adeptus was still trying to comprehend all the emotions he felt around you, so he was, without a doubt, dumbfounded on how to handle this situation

xiao had no intention of eavesdropping on your conversation with verr, but he heard you mention his name out of nowhere and that had caught his interest. what were you two discussing? he thought, why was he involved? then hid near the stairs of the second floor and listened to your exchange despite its unethicality

“is he your first love?” verr quipped, as she leaned in to heed what you had to say, “i apologize if i come across a bit intrusive. i’m just genuinely curious about your relationship with xiao.”

pink dusted your cheeks, as you furiously waved off the woman and reassured, “no, no. it’s okay. i-i don’t mind. and, er, no… he isn’t. my first love was, um, unrequited.”

“may i ask who?” she asked, evidently invested in what you were about to say next. there was nothing else to say, your answer left both verr and xiao gaped and feeling nonplussed. “the consultant of the wangsheng funeral parlor? hm, i can’t fault you there. he is quite the looker.”

this was a huge deal-breaker for him. up until now, xiao had no idea you held any romantic feelings for the geo archon in the past. i mean, you didn’t show any indication that you even did! but more importantly, why did you hide this from him? xiao knew that the only way he could get the answers to his questions was through confronting you—which, he had no issue of doing after you returned to his room

“you never really asked,” you trivially reasoned, trying to lighten up the mood. he only narrowed his eyes at you. you sighed, “fine. i didn’t want to make a big fuss over this, okay?” as you rubbed your arm to distract yourself from the tense atmosphere, “i was afraid that if you knew you, it would cause a rift in our relationship.”

“and withholding it from me was the better option?”

you cringed at the slight hostility in his voice. you knew that he didn’t mean it, but it still hurt to hear how distressed he was underneath his rather spiteful front. “that was an oversight on my end. i hope this doesn’t upset you any more than it already does. if it helps, what i feel for you is much different… it’s stronger than what i had initially felt for zhongli.”

“it better,” he mumbled, as he faced the other direction to avoid the possibility of you seeing affected he was by your sudden confession. he was aware of how you two felt for one another but he was shocked to hear how deeply it ran from your end. “you’re with me now.”

Keep reading

Someone embarasses them in front of you

Summary: They have a crush on you but have yet to confess it. Seems like someone else takes that matter into their own hands.

Characters: Diluc, Albedo, Zhongli x f!reader (separate)

Warnings: None - just fluff and slight awkwardness

A/N: Okay, I had this idea the other night and it really excited me so I had to write it. Maybe I will write for a few more of the genshin men if I can think of some more scenarios. Anyways, hope you enjoy! ~ I'll be continuing to simp over Ayato some more over here now, don't mind me ~

DILUC

Your shift at the Angel’s Share tonight had been quite uneventful. The usual customers hung around, drinking and chatting the night away, occasionally dragging you into some banter as you brought them more to drink or requested a song you should sing. Jose, the Bard of the Tavern, would never openly admit it, but he was always quite jealous whenever some guests asked you to sing for them instead of him. Charles would often tease him about it a little, much to everyone’s entertainment. You truly loved your job here.

You still vividly remember the day Charles had offered you to work for the Angel’s Share. Back then you were working for the Cat’s Tail still and had already considered quitting and looking for another job. Because despite working your butt off over there you hadn’t gotten a raise in years, even after asking your boss about one back then. You had just been told to work a little harder and maybe then she’d consider it. Certainly, that was their loss now!

You looked around the Tavern to make sure everyone was still provided with drinks until your gaze fell upon a familiar redhead behind the bar. That’s right, Diluc being here today was the only thing that could be considered out of the ordinary. He usually doesn’t stay so late, if he even shows up at all. As the wine-tycoon of Mondstadt he was often preoccupied with more urgent matters than working shifts at the tavern. Not that you would blame him of course, but you couldn’t help but be a little excited whenever he was there, after all he was quite handsome. Not that you’d ever stand a chance with him, but one can dream, right?

After bringing more drinks to some regulars and briefly chatting with Charles you went outside of the Tavern to wipe the tables clean and fetch the dirty cups to bring them inside. Just as you were about to head back inside you heard some ruckus and assumed it was some drunkards who must’ve gotten into a fight but once you had arrived you saw it was just Kaeya sitting at the bar, talking loudly and throwing his arm around Charles’ shoulders. He looked to be slightly tipsy already and was certainly in a good mood.

As you walked behind the bar and set the dirty dishes down into the sink, you saw that Diluc was certainly less amused than the Cavalry Captain.

“What are you doing here Kaeya?” Diluc said with an annoyed undertone in his voice.

“Well, am I not allowed to pay my hot-headed brother’s tavern a visit once in a while to get some drinks? Besides, not like you’re here that often anyway.”

Diluc said nothing more, just exhaled in annoyance and continued to clean the glass in his hand.

“If you aren’t careful I’m going to attempt to steal that pretty bartender away from you. Isn’t that how you got her working here in the first place?”

Kaeya donned a mischievous grin and a bunch of question marks popped up in your head. What does he mean, that’s how he got you to work here, too?

“Kaeya, Charles asked me to work here.” You said with a light chuckle and tried to not make much out of what he says given that he was very obviously tipsy.

“Sweetheart, and who do you think Charles’ boss is?”

Before you could reply anything, you heard glass shatter next to you. The glass Diluc had been cleaning was now splintered at the bottom from being placed on the counter too forcefully.

“I think you should go now, Kaeya. You’re clearly drunk and not yourself.”

“Ah, I believe I’m quite myself actually. At least I know how to speak what is on my mind. Well then, see you around, brother.” And with that he was off, leaving a very flustered and irritated Diluc behind. You didn’t know what just happened but you were very puzzled about it all, and tried to convince yourself that it was probably just drunk Kaeya, trying to provoke a reaction out of Diluc, you knew they had something of a past, so you decided to brush it off and console Diluc.

“Don’t take it to heart, we all know how Kaeya is when he is drunk.”

“No.” He swallowed and blushed even more. “What he said is true, I told Charles to poach you because– I wanted to get to know you better.”

You were speechless and your heart immediately started racing. Someone definitely needed to pinch you right now in order to convince you that you weren’t just daydreaming. There was no way he just said that.

“So, what do you say? Would you perhaps be interested to go out with me sometime?”

ALBEDO

It was a nice and sunny day in Mondstadt and also the first day off you had gotten in a while. The Acting Grandmaster had told you to take a break today. Quite ironic coming from her actually, given that she is the one who never seems to rest.

You loved your work at the Knights of Favonius but it was equally taxing a lot of the time, especially when you had to work with the Chief Alchemist, Albedo. He was always very demanding when it came to his research, although you would lie if you said you don’t like working with him, given that you’ve had a crush on him even since before starting to work at the Knights. Admittedly that made things complicated and often caused you to be a little nervous and unconcentrated around him, but you tried your best. Not like you ever had a chance he’d like you back, right?

You stepped out of the house to fetch some groceries for dinner later tonight. A day off had to be celebrated with some quality food. Maybe you were gonna make some Sweet Madame or Mushroom Chicken Skewers, you’ll just have to see which ingredients you could get at Good Hunter.

Once there you went through your shopping list and got everything you needed, even some extra ingredients for some dessert pancakes with whip cream and fruit. Today was going to be great, you could feel it.

You thanked Sara and grabbed the big basket full of fresh ingredients and started to walk back to your home. You might’ve gone a little overboard with your shopping because the basket was so heavy you had trouble carrying it with one hand. You heaved it up and hugged it to your chest, even if that made it a little hard to see where you were going because now it was blocking your field of view.

You started to walk a few steps more, looking past the side of the basket to the ground until you ran into someone, or rather, someone ran into you. The force of the impact caused you to stumble backwards and fall on the ground, scattering all your groceries around you. Oh no.

“Oopsies!”

You looked up and saw a little blonde girl, wearing a red-white dress and a big red hat with a feather. It was Klee. You’ve seen her at work before with Jean and Albedo. They both look after her while her mother is gone.

“I didn’t mean to run into you. I’m sorry!” The little girl said.

“It’s okay, nothing happened!”

You started to pick up your groceries from the floor, at least they seemed fine too, for the most part. But a little dirt never hurt anyone, right? Klee started to help you pick up your stuff but suddenly stopped when she took a closer look at you and her eyes started to shine and her mouth opened in surprise.

“Klee, where did you run off to?” The owner of the very familiar sounding voice, jogged around the corner of the street, visibly distraught by the sight that showed up in front of him. “I told you not to run through the streets because you could hurt someone.”

“Yes, I know Bedo. I’m sorry!” She pouted a brief moment before excitedly looking back at you and pointing at your face. “But look who it is, it’s the pretty Knight Lady you keep drawing in your sketchbook!”

“What?” That had caught you quite off guard and you could feel the heat rise to your face. He was drawing you? Judging by the expression on his face and the slight blush on his cheeks, the little girl was right. You’d never seen him so flustered before and to think it was because of something related to you of all things, made your heart beat faster.

“I– I draw a lot of people, Klee.”

“Hmmm- yes that is true! You draw Klee and Dodoco a lot too, but not nearly as much as you draw her, you even have a dedicated sketchbook. I understand though, she is very pretty.”

The slight blush on his face turned into a beet red color. He started to scratch the back of his head and stared to the side to avoid your gaze. Klee had properly embarrassed him and had made both you and him flustered beyond belief and she was blissfully unaware of it, just smiling excitedly.

“Well.” He broke the silence, adressing you directly. “Are you interested to see them? I could come over later and show them to you, if you want. I heard today is your day off.”

ZHONGLI

“Oyah, there you are!” Hu Tao excitedly waved at you when you came out of your office at the Wangsheng Funeral parlor, saying goodbye to some clients who had just come in this morning.

Your favorite part of the job was being able to work with people, and despite the sad situations you had to deal with, it always filled your heart with joy to help clients pay their last tributes to their lost loved ones. Hu Tao was even more exceptional at that, despite being very straightforward a lot of the time.

“How did it go?” She asked.

“It went alright, they booked another appointment for tomorrow morning with Zhongli because they had some special wishes regarding incense and the symbolism tied to specific fragrances and I told them that he would be the best one to talk to when it comes to that.”

“Mh-hm, I see. Very good.”

Whenever you had to talk about Zhongli you tried to sound as casual and unbothered as possible but deep down you always felt giddy with excitement whenever you spoke his name. He was the consultant of the Funeral Parlor and you've had the biggest crush on him ever since you had started working here. You especially loved working with him directly and listening to one of his many stories. You never ceased to be amazed about how knowledgeable he is. You could only hope he felt the same things about you, but you didn’t dare to hope. You actually knew quite a handful of people who also had an eye on the handsome Consultant and he was very private overall, so he might even have someone special in his life already.

“If I am allowed to intrude into this discussion - I think you’d be very good at that yourself.” The very same man you had just briefly daydreamed about, walked around the corner, leaning against the shelf in a quite elegant way, addressing you directly.

“Oh that’s very flattering but you’re definitely the one best suited for that.”

“Woooow, do you guys know that you two are so bad at hiding you both have a thing going for each other and are too awkward to act on it? It's actually quite funny to witness. Just kiss already.” Hu Tao, leaned back in her chair and folded the hands behind her head with a devilish smirk.

“Excuse me, Director? I’m not sure I follow.” Zhongli looked as unphased as ever. You had hoped to see at least a little bit of distress or something similar on his face that could indicate he is interested in you as well but, there was nothing.

“Maybe I need to give that big brain of yours a helping hand.”

Hu Tao jumped up from her chair and breezed past him right into his office, which he had conveniently left the door open to just now. You heard her open all sorts of drawers and rummaging around in them and returned with a single sheet of paper in her hand. All color was suddenly drained from Zhongli’s face when he saw what she was holding.

“Does this ring a bell, mister?” She waved the paper around in front of his face with a devilish smirk. You could see that he was trying his hardest to keep his composure.

“I do not know how to formulate the words I desire to tell you but rest assured that I do so with all my heart. During the time we had while working together at the Funeral Parlor, I have to admit, I’ve grown quite fond of you –” Hu Tao started reading the contents of the letter out aloud, obviously trying to mimic Zhongli’s voice. “Do I need to continue or do you follow me now?”

“I do, thank you.” He grabbed his chin and looked at the floor, his cheeks tinted in a light rose color.

“Well, I will spare you my comment about being old fashioned for now but I doubt you’re talking about me here and since you are only working together with one other person here, I have an idea who this letter is addressed to, hehehe ~” She neatly folded the letter again and pressed it in your hand, winking at you and putting her hands on her hips.

“Ugh, so anyway, I am staaaarving” Hu Tao dramatically exclaimed and put the back of her hand on her forehead, acting as if she didn’t just casually reveal one of Zhongli’s biggest secrets. “It’s already lunch time, so I’m gonna go grab something before I die over here. You two – I think you might have something to talk about now. Anyway. Later!”

And with that she stormed out of the Parlor, leaving you and a very embarrassed and flustered Zhongli behind. He was lost for words, which was rare. You’ve never seen him like this, and to think that you were the cause of that was quite frankly said - unbelievable. When he spoke again your heart skipped a beat.

“So, uhm – would you perhaps be interested to grab lunch together with me, too?”

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𓈈 ❛ YOU KNOW I DO. ♡ ❜ ˏ ˏ eren jaeger

ᨒ warnings . fem reader , black coded reader ! , best friends -> lovers ( ? ) / best friends with benefits . . i dunno , lotsa flirting , fingering , oral sex ( f -> m ) , both reader + eren are tipsy off wine , squirting , creampie , unprotected sex , use of daddy ( only twice ) , pet name usage ( ex. pretty, good girl, pretty girl ) , slight dubcon ( reader doesn’t wna make a mess , eren kinda forces you to ) , sex flashback mentioned , mention of reader havin tummy rolls when she’s folded up , don’t care how tall you are eren’s taller than you , characters are aged up to their early twenties ! ᨒ word count . 6.1k ᨒ kreamie'z note blep ! :3 in honor of my favorite boy’s birthday ! here it is ! ! ! haven’t posted in like . . a month. i’m sawry :c forgive lil ol me </3 pls tell me if i missed anything in da tagz ! rbs appreciated ! && minors, for the love of fawkin christ, do not interact ! ! 

i’m outside.

eren lets his phone drop back inside of the cup holder on his armrest after the text shoots through with a small ping!. i’m not a succulent or a sucker, baby girl. these roots made me, i bring my flowers to the world. his head nods slowly to the steady, rise and fall tempo of the beat echoing through his bmw m4 coupe’s speakers and he lets his hands fall from gripping the lower portion of his steering wheel to drop limply on his lap when realizing two, three, four minutes have passed and you still haven’t exited your building yet.

“jesus fuckin’ christ,” he murmurs underneath his breath, preparing to grab his phone to instead call you this time, only to watch the metal gate of your apartment complex swing open as you come walking out the second he clicks on your contact name.

in all sincerity, eren considers himself to be a simple guy. he sees something he likes, he appreciates it. something he dislikes, he’ll say it.

when he sees you start to walk to his car, dressed in a thin strapped, hot pink, curve hugging sundress that reached your ankles with a high slit to show off those fuzzy slides he loves when you wear with each step you take, eren habitually spreads his legs just a little bit wider. he does this every time he sees you and he doesn’t really know why — or, to plainly speak and to be completely honest, he doesn’t know why his dick goes rock hard after every single time he steals a simple glance of you.

“hey,” you breathe out and give a pretty smile when the passenger door’s open and you’re letting your hefty, marc jacobs tote bag drop onto his lap. eren usually makes fun of you for having a bag so big and is quick to make a snide comment about the accessory each time he sees you wearing it, however today, his complete and total focus is just on you, you, you.

he hums, letting his eyes openly cart themselves down the length of your frame. “you look good.”

when you’re buckled in and the door’s shut, he gets a nice nose full of strawberry poundcake. his dick grows harder.

you playfully roll your eyes and snatch your bag from his lap to plop it onto yours then adjust the strap of your dress to pull the front of it up higher to keep your tits from spilling over the scoop neck. “i know.”

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