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Why did they fell for you?

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Those who realize they fell in love with you because you are the only one who seems to understand them, you always stayed by their side and believed in them when nobody else did. They are very self-doubting and need someone they can be honest with without being judged.

Levi, Eren, Armin, Nanami & Mikasa

Those who fell for you because of your humor. You are always positive and kind to everybody. Also, you know how to make good jokes and put a smile on their face even when it feels like their whole world is falling apart. They need someone who matches their naturally joyful nature!

Connie, Hange, Itadori, Jean & Gojo

Those who realized they fell for your strong attitude. You are not scared of judgment or of what others might think of you. You assume perfectly who you are and that makes their heart flutter when you act sassy with them. They are introverts and need someone who can make them open up to other people.

Erwin, Reiner, Bertholdt, Geto & Toji

Here to Forever

description: date nights with the AoT men (plus historia lol) <3

pairing: Eren, Levi, Reiner, Armin, Porco, Erwin, Jean, Zeke, Historia, all x (fem!) reader

like A LITTLE nsfw/smutty

Eren

Eren and you almost always went to the movie theaters--your man loves a good trip to the movies. Sometimes you would suggest a meal before, but he was always reluctant, complaining that then he'd be too full to eat the movie snacks. You always rolled your eyes with a large smile on your face, usually caving.

Movie choice alternated each time, you often opting for comedies and animations while Eren advocated for actions and sci-fi's. He liked to sit in the back, able to view the entire screen, usually directly under the speaker so no one could hear your hushed whispers and hearty breaths.

Although you enjoyed a good movie now and then, Eren's eyes were fixed to the screen, absorbed in the film that he wouldn't even notice when you asked for the candy.

So you always enjoyed the bad movies the most, because Eren's attention was on you; and the fact that you had to be very, very quiet while his hands groped your breasts, while they traveled to your bottoms, turned you both on. Sometimes he'd pull you onto his lap, his fingers intimately gracing the sensitive spot between your legs as he nibbled at your earlobe, sucked on your neck. You kept going back, because you've only been asked to leave once.

Levi (age gap)

Levi didn't talk a whole ton, but he liked listening to you. He fervently believed you were smarter than him, always spouting interesting ideas and bringing up counterpoints. And you were so damn kind to everyone, always considerate, and he genuinely did not give a damn about anyone.

Except you. He cared an awful lot about you. Having repeatedly been kicked down by life (he didn't really talk about that), born into a shitty lot in life, had the rug pulled out from under him and lost everything, he built wall after wall and thought he'd lost access to his emotions. Then he found you. And somehow your naivety and wide-eyed view reinvigorated something deep inside.

Although relatively stoic and unemotional in public and rarely voiced his positive opinions with friends, Levi was, in some sense, rather vulnerable when alone with you. He was quite open about his infatuation with you in private; his eyes frequently roaming your body, his mouth pressing hundreds of kisses to your skin.

Then there was the vulnerability that manifested in unique ways. The immense desire to have you, the fiery need to have you on your knees, taking him, all of him, feeling him so deeply it'll last for hours, craving him so deeply to last for days. After he was satisfied with the number of times you'd called his name, begged for more, he'd take the best care of you, wrapping you in his softest sweatpants and giving you the warmest kisses and making you both the most delicious food.

So while most couple's dates consisted of the date then sex, yours was reversed, always working up an appetite.

Reiner

Reiner's dates, a generous term, were always spontaneous activities: playing soccer at midnight, hiking some oh it's only a few miles trails, biking or rollerblading around the city. Even though the physical activity was exhausting and sometimes even daunting, Reiner's presence made it infinitely better.

He'd carry everything, never letting you carry any bags (not that you'd complain). He'd offer various snacks and water, offer to frequently slow the pace or stop and admire the surroundings. Uh, why are you looking at me like that? you'd ask, an eyebrow raised. Hm? I told you. I'm admiring my surroundings, he'd answer, the sunlight reflecting off his brilliant smile.

Hiking was the most frequent activity during nice weather, which, you couldn't deny, definitely had its perks. During higher altitude breaks with clearings in the trees, or at the peak of the climb, when the view was the most clear and pristine and the sunlight was basking on you.

The view was always worth it, and you'd preen as Reiner's lips would connect with yours, smile widely as he gripped your thighs and picked you up, carrying you until your back was against a rock edge or a tree. His large hands groped your cheeks as he kissed sloppily down the middle of your neck towards your chest, already breathing heavy. You smiled as the tingling sensation and a warm heat spread throughout your body, the gorgeous landscape disappearing as your eyes blinked shut with pleasure.

Armin

Armin liked to have you all to himself, often taking you on dates to secluded places or sitting in the corner of restaurants. He was the most gentlemanly and domestic, packing extra jackets and carrying sneakers on the nights you wore heels.

His favorite site was under the large oak tree in the meadows, near where the rabbit's den was. He would set up a picnic blanket in the shade, removing fake glasses for champagne and perfectly portioned meals.

Armin loved telling you how beautiful you looked in the setting sun, the golden light highlighting your features just right. He composed lyrical hymns on the spot, accidentally stringing into teary-eyed poems and soft-spoken sonnets.

The sunset is so beautiful, you would say. Not as beautiful as you, he would reply. You'd roll your eyes because, well, cheesy, before he'd continue: Words elude me as they know they're not worthy of you; Dictionaries are developed to describe you; I could list ten thousand things and none would be as beautiful as you.

And you'd kiss him as the sun dipped beyond the horizon, as the stars shined second to you, illuminating your face as you moaned in ecstasy, intensifying Armin's blue eyes and blond hair as he stared at you from between your legs, his tongue writing love letters in cursive.

Porco

You were the first person Galliard had ever been on a date with, which honestly surprised you. His tough exterior, confident demeanor, honest humor, and cynical smile was so charming you had a hard time believing him when he coyly told you that you were his first, the pink blush on his cheeks just so cute.

During the warm evenings you'd walk along the beach together, enjoying the expansive view of the stars and the soft sounds of the waves landing against the sandy shoreline, watching the tide change.

The sway of you in his huge arms always synced to the sway of the tide, a gentle rocking that soothed your body and mind. You'd close your eyes as his lips would travel along the back of your neck and upper spine. Your hands would travel to his hair and you'd push your hips back into his. Eventually he'd grab your hips and forcefully spin you around, kissing you and dragging you to the soft sand.

He always returned you home after, moist swollen lips and pleasantly tingling bodies, sharing knowing looks and giggles at the dry-humping and grinding that transpired; the sand you find at home for days after becoming an intimate inside joke between you.

Erwin (age gap)

Erwin was the first older man you've been with, and you weren't sure how you had ever survived before. Experienced, mature, muscular, capable, successful, stable.

You were his priority. Were you happy with your wardrobe? He'll buy you a new one. No one to go to the store with? He'll take you shopping wherever you'd like. Did you like the furniture in your apartment? He'll buy you a new set. Did paying bills stress you out? He'll pay it for you. What else would I want to spend my money on if not you? he'd tell you when you'd protest, capturing you within his large arms, pressing you into his strong chest.

Date nights were events, where you both dressed in your nicest garments and ate at a nice restaurant. Erwin would open and close the car door for you, push and pull the chair out for you, pour the bottle of wine for you, order for you, telling you he knew what you liked (he always did).

During the dinner the clouds in his blue eyes whisked into lustful storms. He'd pay the check and hurry you out of the restaurant with his hand glued to your lower back, complaining in your ear about how the food never tasted as good as you did, how he'd wished you'd stayed in and he'd had you instead. He'd rush you into the car, practically running to the other side of the car and racing home.

Jean

Jean prepared you dinner for your first date, buying the ingredients fresh that morning and preparing it from scratch, still cooking (about an hour from being done) when you arrived at his apartment. He'd begged his roommate to leave for the night, and he'd already prepared the table for a romantic evening (about 5 hours before the date started).

He greeted you with a peck on the cheek, a move that you watched him internally question for a split-second, one that he then tried to move on from by awkwardly shuffling you to the counter. You'd smile, a light blush forming from the proximity and the heat of the room.

He liked preparing you dinners for dates, frequently remaking the meal you'd had that first night, kissing you on the cheek every time in homage to that first night. Jean would shower you with compliments, making up for the moments where the sarcastic comments would slip through.

After a few dates you started arriving earlier to cook with him, chopping and dicing vegetables while he seasoned and operated the stove. He'd trap you between his arms against the counter, pressing kiss after kiss to your cheeks and lips and pulling you close, your hands traveling to the growing bulge in his jeans, only moving away when you both started to smell something burning.

Zeke

You had first met Zeke on the lawn at a concert. He was shirtless, sitting on a flannel fabric (probably his shirt), waving both hands in the cool autumn air, a lit lighter in one hand, swaying to the beat of the music, smoking something between his lips.

He put it out as soon as he noticed you standing nearby, scrambling to stand up and started to talk to you between opening acts, somehow managing to intrigue you enough for a date outside the concert venue (totally didn't have anything to do with his six-pack abs).

Although keeping a cool, calm, and collected demeanor, Zeke was always nervous on your dates, constantly wondering if you were enjoying yourself, if the conversation was stimulating enough or if the activities were entertaining enough. He never said anything, but you could read it in the unsteady glances and nervous nail biting.

When you wrapped your arms around his neck, you'd step on your tip-toes and press a soft kiss to his lips, swooping in to ease his anxieties. I had a great time with you, you'd whisper against his lips, thanks for a great night.

He'd tighten his grip around your waist, pull you in as close as you could get, until the only space left between you was the air in your lungs and he was going to squeeze that out too. His attitude would shift as the blood started pumping to his legs, smacking your ass and biting your bottom lip. Let me make it so much better.

Historia

When Historia had first confessed her feelings for you at the coffee shop, you were slightly surprised. The hand-holding and faux-flirting was something she did with everyone. You never realized it was special with you, that it was real with you.

She liked to spoil you, and though she always needed to convince you, you always gave in, letting her buy just that one thing for you or take you to that place you really wanted to go.

Museums were where you both frequently visited, the quiet ambiance perfect for you two. You both talked so much outside of date nights that you had nothing to say during them, and observing art was a hobby you both shared (one that you imprinted on her (she likes it because you do)).

You found out later that Historia considered that time at the coffee shop your first date. But you considered it that first night at the museum, when your hands grazed in front of the Mona Lisa, when you both felt pulled together for the first time, when you both leaned in and kissed for the first time, feeling like no eyes were on you.

Despite that Historia was very affectionate, that first time being an exemption, she never kissed you in public or on camera. That was shared between you two behind closed doors, and you two alone.

Play Housewife for A Bit | Reiner x Reader

pairing: old-money!reiner x fem reader

contains: Strong Language

my GAWD! ive been absolutely SUFFERING for the past week or so, covid tried to take me out but i came out victorious 😁 this was the last thing i had in my drafts back then so i finished it for you lot! enjoy <3

It’s not like Reiner doesn’t let you do anything.

Because if the scenario was A: Reiner was exceptionally busy or fashionably late, he wouldn’t mind that you’d quickly iron his work shirt for him as he hoped around in his suit pants, but he’d definitely side eye you whilst whizzing by with a barely buttered piece of toast in his mouth.

But you were very sure, or at least according to you, that when he proposed you ”play housewife for a bit”, it meant that you had to do said chores, look after the place and make sure everything was in proper shape for when he got back from whatever hard work he was doing at daddy’s office up in the city.

When he first offered it to you, you thought he was joking because he said it so airily: “Well, if you love it here so much then why don’t you play housewife for a bit?”. With his head laid up onto the cushion of your thighs and tummy and his innerman bubbling with two bottles worth of shiraz — anyone would think that whimsical talking.

You ran your hands through his bristled hair with a warm laugh but then revoked it once he’d peered up at you with those stern eyes of his. Because, yeah. Trust for him to be serious about you moving in.

Yet ever since doing so, you’ve felt that he wouldn’t allow you to touch or do anything meaningful. Clean? No way. Buy Groceries? You’re out of your mind. Prepare him meals? Girl, don’t even get him started on that one.

After three weeks in — when you’ve about had it, Reiner’s jaw seemed wired into a fixed clench and the place wasn’t looking up to anyone’s standards — the blonde decided to take matters into his own hands.

“That’s it, I’m calling Gloria.” He said that Saturday, the time close to noon.

“And who may she be?”

Reiner didn’t give you an answer straight away. He paced back and forth between the open planned kitchen and the backdoor that looked out into the garden.

The phone had rung once, then twice before stating the person was on another line.

With a scoff, Reiner laid his phone down on the kitchen counter before coming to sit next to you on a barstool, leaning his elbow onto the kitchen island and his head in his hands.

“Baby, you know I love having you here, right?” He started.

“Reiner, who’s Gloria?”

You, facing forwards, gave the blonde man side eyes. You didn’t miss how his spare hand snaked their way onto your thigh but you didn’t shoo it away.

He opened his mouth to continue talking, but per a conversation you’ve had with him before about ignoring people’s questions just to finish his own train of thought, you can tell he was still putting that lesson into practice.

“Gloria’s the help back at my parent’s home. That answer your question?”

‘The help’ sounded a bit ominous but you think you got the gist and so you nodded, satisfied with his clarification. Reiner seemed gleeful that you were but mainly because it meant he could keep talking.

“Okay! So as I was saying, you know I love having you here and I absolutely love coming home to you but you’ve got to find someone to clean everything up.”

With a face of confusion, you looked over at the man.

“But Reiner…” You steadily said. “Why would I get someone in to do that if I can just do all of it myself?!”

The blonde male lightly squeezed your thigh, his eyebrows creased together but nothing out of malicious intent.

“Because you’re not here to be my maid, baby. That’s a maid’s job. You’re here to be a housewife.” He explained.

God, this was spinning your head. Were they not the same thing?

“Is that not what housewives do though? Look after the house and shit?”

Reiner lightly shook his head.

“Housewives aren’t supposed to clean the house, they manage it. Or, at least that’s how my mother and a lot of my peers mother’s did. They never did any house work, just made sure everything was in check. So really, your job is to oversee the staff, not be the staff.”

Suddenly, things were piecing together.

So it was a class divide. Got it. You can’t believe it took you this long to realise that your interpretation of what a housewife was would be miles different to Reiner’s. You’ve watched way too many Real Housewife series to not have gotten it sooner.

With a neutral sigh, you nodded as you went over your duties aloud.

“Okay, so if I’m correct, I’m basically managing over the home, making sure things are in order, alladat stuff.”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Reiner agreed.

“But currently I have no staff to manage.” You pouted.

With his hands still on your thigh, the male gave your leg another squeeze. However, Reiner’s mistake was once again assuming you were both on the same page. With a light smile, and in a tone you know was meant anything but hostile, Reiner gave you his reply.

“Well, that’s where your housewife duties start.”

With slight shock, you almost couldn’t believe the words that had come out of his mouth.

You opened and closed your mouth several times, disbelief written all over your face. You clenched your fists together, uttered four words under your breath before saying just a taaad bit louder:

“Boy, where exactly do you expect me to get a maid from?! I don’t come from no money like you! Ion know shit bout where I get a maid!”

You could see Reiner mentally working out where he’d gone wrong but once he had figured it out, he gave a soft sigh before chuckling lightly, clearly unphased by your tone. If anything, he loved how you were so open in challenging him.

“Okay! Okay, okay, I’ll deal with that part then.” Reiner joyfully leaned over to kiss your forehead, a loud mwah leaving his lips as he did so.

Seeing your face still screwed into a tight knot, the blonde male laughed aloud, using his one hand to squeeze both of your cheeks

“I said don’t worry ‘bout it, sweetheeeaart.”

You huffed at the man, feigning disapproval, but you both knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, if at all.

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DRIVES YOU INSANE ─ Eren Jaeger

001. eren jaeger knows exactly what to do to drive you insane, including letting you cockwarm him at a college party. 

002. eren jaeger x afab!reader, w/c: 3.3k

003. c/w: possessive!eren, cockwarming, public sex to semi-public sex, mentions of college parties and drinking, unprotected sex, cursing, praising (maybe slight degradation if you squint), creampie, overstimulation, teasing, eren being a cocky mf and he knows it, name calling (eren calls reader princess, sweetheart, etc.), slight exhibitionism, college!au, all characters are aged up 21+ (smut, 18+ content, mdni)

004. this is the result of the reveal of eren jaeger’s giant horse dick lol. tagging @princess-jaeger​ ! 

“The things I want to do to you,” Eren’s lips brush against the curve of your ear, voice thick and heady with desire. His fingertips graze the column of your neck, skimming across your skin so softly that goosebumps trail in his wake. You can’t help but shiver above him, throat closing up with lust as you crane your neck to look back at him.

And god, that smug, cocky smirk on his face has you almost whimpering, needily pushing your hips back against his. He drives you absolutely insane in the best possible way, causing you to feel drunk and heady off his touch and loving attention. The feeling of his cock, nestled so deep inside of you and stretching out your walls in the best way, has you reeling. Eren hisses at your actions, hand coming to splay possessively over your thigh as he squeezes against your bare flesh hard.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Eren warns, adjusting his hips ever so slightly underneath you. His large hands settle on your hips – an innocent gesture to any onlookers – allowing him to hold you flush against his heavy cock. He watches with sadistic pleasure as your hands clench into fists over your lap, arrogance running through his veins at the sight of you so fucked out for him.

It’s all you can do to submit to him, grinding down on him slightly with the excuse of: I’m just getting myself settled. You see the way his eyes flash hungrily, watch how he swallows thickly at the way your cunt clenches down on him.

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JEALOUSY ─ Eren Jaeger.

001. jealousy can be a petty green monster, but it rises in Eren in the best possible way.

002. c/w: unprotected sex (mdni), overstimulation, creampie, rough sex, possessive eren, jealous eren, nipple play, cervix kissing, cursing, eren calls you "baby", slightly mean eren (but poor bby is just jealous), slight exhibitionism (your friends are in the next room lol)

003. w/c: 1.4k | thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy it :)

“Stay on it,” Eren seethes, gritting his teeth as his hands settle on your hips. Guiding you, he groans deeply when you fully sink down on his hard cock again. The breath is knocked out of him when you begin rolling your hips, grinding his thick shaft deep inside your soaking cunt.

Not able to handle the sight of you taking him so well, Eren possessively pulls you down for a searing kiss; it is messy, simply a clash of teeth and lips as his tongue licks into your mouth, like he’s desperate for a taste of you. The softness of your lips makes his head spin, your fingers tangling with his dark strands to pull slightly when you slam down on his cock again.

“Gonna fuck my cum back inside of you,” Eren grunts, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. The high-pitched whine you let out is music to Eren’s ears, and pride swells in his chest at the sight of you already so fucked out. 

“Let’s see that asshole flirt with you then, huh? Let’s see him try to flirt with you when it’s my cum stuffed in your pussy,” Eren sneers, jealousy coating his words. Again, annoyance and irritation fill him at the reminder of some guy trying to flirt with you, and if you hadn’t recognized Eren’s fist balling and pulled him away to a bedroom, the party downstairs might have been cut short.

He feels so sensitive, already having cum inside you twice now. Eren doesn’t know what came over him, but the need to claim you as his filled his chest and hasn’t disappeared. Ignoring his overstimulation, the pleasure shoots down his cock, his green eyes catching onto where you’re connected. 

Another groan falls from his lips at the way your cunt glides over his angry shaft, swollen with arousal, and a mixture of your cum pooling near his heavy balls. The feeling of pushing his cum back inside of you is dizzying and has Eren’s head falling back onto the pillow, beads of sweat pricking at his forehead. 

The squelching that comes from your cunt is exhilarating, and Eren swears he can cum again from just the feeling of his cum soaking his shaft, dribbling from your tight cunt.

 Eren scrunches his brows, a choked growl ripped from his chest as you rock your hips along his aching length. You’re just so wet and tight he is entirely enamored with the way your walls cling to his shaft, sucking him in until his swollen, angry tip is pulled flush against your cervix. He can feel the dribbles of pre-cum emerging from his slit every time you press down on him, your pace fast and unrelenting as you ride him. 

“G-god, baby. Just like that -” Eren urges, his grip on your hips bruising as he kneads your soft skin. He’s obsessed with the way his cock curves inside of you, brushing against your swollen walls and causing delicious tingles of electricity to shoot through his groin. It’s like your cunt is suffocating him, and every time you grind your hips down, soft moans falling past your lips at the way his leaking head nudges against that spot inside of you, Eren thinks he might lose his mind. 

The room spins as Eren suddenly sits up, pressing his chest against your breasts. He moans at the way your pebbled nipples brush against his, pulling on the nape of your neck to slant his lips across yours. The feeling is intoxicating - you’re hips still grinding on his, taking in his throbbing cock with every movement, and your lips moving passionately against his own. 

“E-Eren -” you cry out when you break apart from the desperate kiss, Eren’s fingers tightening around your neck when you try to move. “They-they’re gonna hear us!” 

Your realization has Eren chuckling darkly - you were just so cute. Didn’t you realize that was the entire point?

“No shit?” he grins mischievously, green eyes latched onto your bouncing tits. Leaning down, Eren moans when he wraps his lips around your nipple, pulling it into his mouth and nibbling slightly when you bounce on him particularly hard. The stimulation has you moaning and clamping down on his cock, and Eren continues fucking up into you desperately at the feeling. 

Rutting his length through your soaking folds, Eren tightens his grip on your hips. 

“Y’feel so fucking good, baby. Gotta let everyone know who you belong to,” Eren grunts, his lips mouthing over the swell of your breast as the familiar coil of desire tightens inside him. 

You catch onto the jealousy tinging his tone, and a sudden smugness fills you at the thought. 

Eren is jealous.

“Oh?” you begin, rolling your hips in such a way that has Eren hissing. He stretches you out even more when you rock loose circles over him, your cunt sucking in his cock over and over. Your fingertips graze his toned chest, and Eren’s head falls to the crook of your neck as you tug at one of his nipples. 

“You don’t like the idea of that guy flirting with me? You don’t like it when other people think about fucking me?” you egg him on, leaning down so that your lips teasingly brush against his lips. You smirk as Eren’s eyes turn dark, a possessive tint gleaming in them. 

However, a harsh thrust has you gasping, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Eren’s fingers begin circling your clit. All you can do is clutch onto him as his calloused thumb catches against your hot nub, pounding into you at a relentless pain. 

“Keep talking and we’ll both find out what that mouth can do,” Eren warns, voice thick with tension and a desire to fuck you full of his cum. He presses inside of you deeply, pushing past the slight resistance of your walls until you’re pressed fully against him. You both gasp and moan at the feeling of him so deep inside of you, falling into each other’s touch as deep, shuddering pants fall past your lips. 

“W-we both know what my mouth can do, baby,” you retort, voice teasing as you push Eren further. 

You know you’re playing a dangerous game. However, perhaps the sight of Eren all pissed off and jealous gets you off.

Maybe just as much as fucking you until everyone knows that you’re Eren’s gets him off.

Finally fed up with your attitude, Eren suddenly sits up, spinning you around until your face is pressed against the pillows, and your hips are up in the air. When he pushes inside of you again, the angle causes him to press inside of you so much deeper than before. 

The pleasure continues to build inside Eren as he fucks you roughly, your loud moans bolstering his ego as his cock pounds inside you. He licks his lips, feeling overwhelmed with lust at the sight of his cock burying inside your leaking cunt repeatedly. He will easily admit how addicted he is to your pussy - totally enamored and pussywhipped at the way your cunt sucks him in. 

“I think this position will keep all my cum inside you, don’t you think, baby?” Eren questions, leaning over your back to press his chest against your body. His strong arm circles your stomach, trailing teasing touches down to your clit. The way you moan and jerk back onto his cock has Eren giving in, pressing languid circles to your most sensitive spot. 

“Answer me, baby,” Eren warns, displeased when you give him no response. 

“Ah! Y-yes, Eren. Please, give me more!” you cry out, not even caring that your small group of friends were just beyond the wall. 

Again, a groan is ripped from his chest at your lewd words, rushing straight to his cock as it bumps inside you. All Eren can do is pull your hips back on his swollen shaft, adoring the way your walls crush him in the most delicious way. 

You were addicting, making Eren a willing addict. 

He pumps his cock inside of you in sloppy thrusts, obsessed with how your cunt milks him every time he pulls out. Pulling out almost fully, Eren groans when just the tip is stretching you out, pushing back in slowly to relish in the way you clench down on him. He’s gasping for air now, feeling suffocated with pleasure as you whine for him, feebly trying to fuck back onto his aching length.

Eren’s breathing is shallow and sexy as it fans across the nape of your neck, and you gasp when you feel his tongue tracing your skin. 

“You belonged to me before I even made you mine, baby.”