So I Know Its Real, Eren Jaeger

so i know it’s real, eren jaeger

you were in your room doing your homework when your phone buzzed. with furrowed brows, you opened your phone to see a text from no one other than your boyfriend, eren. your parents clearly didn’t approve of him because of his tattoo covered body, but you didn’t care about their opinion, you loved eren.

he was a grade ahead of you, having already graduated and he was your protector for nearly all of high school. you weren’t much of a talker, but when people did decide to pick on you, eren was always there to chew people out for messing with you. you were his girl.

people don’t know how you did it; date someone as terrible as eren. he was a dick. he drank a lot, smoked even more, did all sorts of drugs, and didn’t give a shit about most of the people around him. but for some reason, you were the only person he gave a damn about when it came to his decisions. he’d do a lot for you to be happy. seeing your eyes glimmer at a gift so simple as a hello kitty plushy he’d won for you at a party, how innocent you were to the world he lived in; he wanted to cherish you forever.

the time read 3:28 am as you read the text.

come outside baby

with a grin, you put on a random sweater and your crocs as you nearly race down the stairs as quiet as you could before exiting the house. when you opened the door, eren had been parked across the street, leaning against the driver’s door as he looked down at his phone. when he looked up, he saw you look both ways before running and jumping into his arms, attacking him with kisses.

it’d been about a week since you seen him; him, connie and armin going on a road trip. you’d wanted to go, but you had school. eren encouraged you to be better than him and finish your education.

“missed me, huh?” eren teases, immediately grabbing your ass to steady yourself against him.

“of course i did,” you grinned, rubbing your nose against his. “missed you so much.”

eren pecked your lips before walking you to the passenger’s side and opening the door. “get in. got something i wanna show you.”

you get down and sit in the car, allowing him to close the door behind you. a second later, he jogs over to the driver’s seat and sits down. with an excited grin you look at him, awaiting the announcement.

“look what i got,” your boyfriend turns his head and holds his hair up, revealing the fresh red ink at the nape of his neck, just blow his ear. there read your initials in a roman gothic font.

your jaw drops, but he’s not done. eren lifts up the white wifebeater he’s in and flexes his ribcage. there, your full name was written in cursive red ink, highlighting the femininity behind the font. just above that was more red ink on the left side of his chest, just above his heart that had your birthday. and right down the path to his v-line just below his jeans was a red letter for your first name, right next to a drawing of thick lips, which was nearly identical to yours. the best part was that he got your lip liner right and everything.

eren continues showing his new tattoos, but the one that really has you nearly drop dead is the eye in the triangle printed on his hand. the eye looked very familiar, and when you finally got a good look at it, you gasped. in it was a perfect image of your eye, highlighting the pyramid.

“this shit is my favorite,” eren points to the rib tattoo of your name after that, his fingers trail down to his pants to the drawing of your lips and eye on his opposite hand. “these ones second. you like it?”

you had no words. “i fucking love it, what?!” you look at him as if he was crazy. “the things i wanna do to you right now is very absurd and explicit.” your boyfriend laughs at your odd choice of words, but internally happy that you loved it. most people would be creeped out if their partner had gotten multiple tattoos of them. but you were flattered. no one loved you like eren loved you and he proved it every day. “i love you baby,” you lean over to peck his lips.

once realization hits you, though, you frown. “but eren,” you breathed out. “i don’t have any of y—“ you looked down at your bare skin.

you felt so bad but you were sure that you probably weren’t going to ever get any tattoos; they didn’t intrigue you as much as piercings did. but the fact that eren was practically covered in them; made a tingle happen between your legs every time you saw him.

maybe you were gonna pierce something else for him.

“don’t want you to,” your boyfriend responds with a shrug, leaning into his arm rest to grab a dime of weed. “love you clean and bare jus’ like that. i got you this though.”

you furrow your eyes at two boxes that he hands to you. when you open them, your eyes widen at the sight. a necklace and an anklet with the initial e hanging from it. “why the anklet?” eren smirks at you, and you already know the answer. “and the necklace?” with a smug nod from your pervasive boyfriend, you know all there is to know.

“wanna see that shit when i’m deep in you,” he says casually, lighting up his blunt. “you gonna wear it?” curiosity is laced in his voice. eren didn’t admit it, but he often hid behind a nonchalant tone to disguise his nervousness. he hoped that you were always gonna wear the gift he got you.

you were already putting the anklet on when he asked that. “of course i’mma wear this shit. thank you so much, baby,” you lean over to kiss him again, this time with more heat and passion. eren bites onto your bottom lip, silently warning you not to start shit you knew you couldn’t finish whenever it came to him. pulling away, you give him devious eyes. “wanna test out how far it hangs?”

eren shakes his head with a humorous scoff to himself as he takes off his belt, never denying you. “you wanna ask that shit after i fuckin’ lit this.”

the new visual i’m 😭 he looks so soft !!!

bllck list of “i hate him but he’s hot”

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tags: MINORS DNI (18+), oral (f), smut, grinding, reader has a kid

toji, who’s your ex’s best friend, who promised to take care of you after your ex passed away. but of course you didn’t think he’d be taking care of all your needs. he’s buying groceries and even when you really need it, giving you a massage.

he’s watching your daughter when you go on job interviews, even though he swears you don’t need it, trying to give you his limitless card. but you never accept it, the way he gets his money is never too clean for you to feel comfortable. you don’t want to feel like you owe him anything so you keep working.

toji won’t say anything but he never felt like his friend deserved you. toji hates that he wants and always wanted to fuck you, to get between those thighs and to make you forget about him.

toji, who takes you out to let you unwind, it’s been years and you never entered a bar, never had a relationship and never really enjoyed yourself since… but toji can’t tell with the way your hips and ass are moving against him, maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe after 5 years you finally understand what he’s been trying to get you to understand.

his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck, you can feel him growing hard through your tight bodycon dress. toji, groaning and dragging your core into his jeans. “fuck, you tryna get in trouble tonight?”

you knew what he meant and he didn’t want you to regret it. he took you home, he let you sober up and to think if you really wanted this. “so? you finally got some senses…?”

“toji, i know what i want. i still want you.”

but he doesn’t think you can handle him so he just chuckles, “yeah whatever. not tonight, just let me introduce myself to this pretty girl at least.”

and he does, he spreads your legs and does a deep whiff into your legs, your thighs slick with sweat and your panties dampened with sweat and pretty wetness. “hey pretty baby,” his eyes flick from your face to back between your legs before he removed your panties. “fucking hell, you’ve been hiding this from me all this time? i might fuck you after all.”

his tongue slips inside for a quick taste and you jump, your legs trembling. he nibbles and sucks into your folds, spreading them with his tongue. your hand in his hair. moans loudly leaving your mouth, biting on your tongue so that you can stop. “un uh, i wanna hear you scream.”

with your hips thrusting and thrashing against him, you give him just what he wants.

and with his dick straining against his pants he smiles when you mutter out a, “thank you.”

“anytime, just tell me whenever you want to sit on my face and i’ll be there within five minutes, matter of fact with a pussy this good? three minutes.”

your face felt hot and for the first time in years, you slept with the weight of a man next to you.

toji hated himself though. how was he supposed to tell you now that his best friend, was alive and faked his death? how was he supposed to tell you that sukuna was coming back?

The one thing I’ll really miss about the AOT fandom are these damn Tumblr fics 😭

Plug!Eren?? And Connie speaks Spanish all of the sudden??? BITCH GFGFGC

(but I’ll still eat them right up)