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In case you guys are curious about

what Hange thinks of Levi

Credit: @beatotsundere

(Translation from 4chan user)

Google translator says 😂 Hange describes Levi as "best friend"

the most closest person to her who thinks of her the same way and tells her everything

(Translation from 4chan user)

"Well, from the beginning I thought we would definitely get along!"

(Isn't cute how Hange knew they were going to get along but Levi probably thought the exact opposite? I love them 😫💕💕)

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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you say the word, im on the way | e. yeager

♤ tags ;; fem!reader, cheating (on reader but not by eren), exes to lover, past toxic relationships, arguing and insults, very emotionally charged sex, co-dependency (in a way), childhood friends to lovers, streamer!eren (BARELY mentioned), make-up sex, oral (f!recieving),, unprotected sex, so much dirty talk, praise kink, petnames angel, baby, pretty girl, eren kinda.. talks to ur pussy djhsdj, 18+

♤ wc ;; 10.2k (utter agony)

♤ a/n ;; i really like. this isn't the best. but that's fine i had a lot of fun alr. very self indulgent. title from teenage fever by drake.

♤ synposis ;; after your boyfriend cheats on you, your ex, eren, shows up for you against all odds. you give into him against your best interest.

You wait for him on the side of the road. 

The rain is coming down in heavy sheets. You’re soaked to the bone having left in a hurry with only a single suitcase of your things. Your phones nearly dead, less than 20 percent with an ever-depleting battery. The closest place to charge your phone is too long to walk in this weather.  And it’s so late the buses have stopped running. 

Even if you could leave, it’s dark and dangerous. Your heart is in your throat, and the only streetlight is so far it hardly makes you feel any safer. You don’t know a single person in your ex-boyfriend's hometown other than his parents, but you aren’t sure you can face them right now if you wanted to. 

It’s not like you wanted to call Eren. Or for him to see you as sorry as you are. Dehydrated, exhausted, emotionally battered - you don’t even like seeing Eren when you’re at your best. You’re sure as soon as you get into his car, he’ll start arguing with you. You’ve spent the last 15 minutes mentally readying yourself for his harsh comments whatever they may be. 

You don’t have the luxury of being picky. He’s safer than venturing by yourself or taking an Uber. And he owes you one, anyway. Nows a good of a time as any to take him up on that. 

Relief fills your whole body when you see a car pull up onto the side of the road. It’s an all-black sports car. Typically Eren, it sticks out sorely from all the other cars that have passed by. Wiping your eyes, you clear your vision to see Eren inside. He’s wearing a black cap and mask. 

Your feet sink in the mud as you walk up to the car, but he beats you to the punch. Approaching you in the dead of night with a sort of anger you can feel before you even look at his face. He has a jacket with him made of that thin plastic material. 

Before you open your mouth, he’s pulling the poncho over your head. He puts your arms through before he drags you by the wrist to his car. Hurriedly, you grab your suitcase and track it through the mud while you follow. Your voice is too hoarse to protest him, but you shout over the rain. 

“Fuck Eren,” You half yell, wriggling your wrist free from his grip “Let me go,” 

When he does, you stumble forward. You don’t get a look at his face as he walks over to the driver's side. In your exhaustion, you don’t think twice about it or assume he was doing it on purpose. You resign yourself. Hearing the back trunk of his car open, you try and read his face through the tinted windows. But even with the lights on, you can’t. 

Sighing, you truck it towards the back. Your feet sink into the soft earth under you, huffing as you pick it up and shove it into the trunk. After you close it, you hurry back to the passenger seat, finally opening the door to see Eren. 

He doesn’t even look at you when you do, eyes focused on the road. You stare at the interior of his car, grimacing at the thought of having to pay him back for getting it covered in mud. Left without a choice, you get in. 

The plastic on his seat tells you he might’ve thought ahead. You aren’t sure if you should be comforted by that or not. 

The door closes with a soft thud as you get to sit. The sound of the rain is muted almost instantly and leaves you with nothing but the radio, virtually silent, and Eren with a hand over the wheel. You put your seatbelt on and then settle more into your seat. Turning your body to face the window. The tension in the air is so thick you can feel yourself choke around it, breathing through your nose. 

Eren’s car smells like spearmint. You’re expecting to be berated at some point, for inconveniencing him or otherwise. After all, you called him through a sob and asked him for something you’re sure he’d rather not be doing. 

Instead though, he puts the car in drive, steps on the gas, and does a turn until he’s back on the road home. 

He doesn’t say a word or even looks at you. Maybe reminding him of the fact he owed you meant he was going to treat this interaction as entirely transactional, which is infinitely better for you. You let out a breath of relief, shivering. He turns on the heat without you asking. 

You decide against speaking and give him a glance of acknowledgment. He doesn’t return the gesture. 

You hear your phone buzz in the pocket of your pants, and fish it out. As you expected, it’s just your ex-boyfriend. A slew of missed messages and calls. Your eyes hurt getting adjusted to the bright lights as you send him a quick stop texting me tonight before clicking it off. You want to throw your phone in the river, and yourself. To float down somewhere far from here, and pretend nothing ever happened. 

With the white noise of rain no longer drowning out your invasive and sad thoughts, you find yourself choking back more tears. The wound is still fresh, tender, and bleeding. 

You’ve always had bad taste in guys. 

But you thought this time would be different. He was different. Patient, and attentive and so thoughtful. It was always stable. You met his family, for fuck sake. His mom, dad, and sister - are all good people. A nice house with a garage, health insurance, and a college graduate. From a different place than you and your friends. 

It was never all that exciting, but you thought it was better that way. To keep it simple. You put in the effort to make it work. Got comfortable with complacency, and waved off all of your friends when they insisted you should date someone better. Someone who suited you more. 

Maybe someone like Eren. The thought makes your stomach sour. 

But your ex, he wasn’t a bad guy. It wasn’t so easy. He was safe, and after your other experience with romantic relationships- safety wasn’t something you could dismiss with the idea of deserving more. More was abstract and intangible. Slippery. 

 You were content, so you stayed. Stability, you told yourself, I just want stability. 

He was the last person you could imagine cheating on you. Unsurprisingly with a girl from his hometown who he’d told you about before and swore he got over. Feeling stupid, you let out an exasperated laugh. It’s your fault for trying so hard. For taking his inch and trying to turn it into a mile.

For believing it’d be enough to try. Maybe you know better than anyone, there are just some people you never get closure with. That distant look in his eyes concerned you. But a guy like him didn’t seem like he’d cheat. 

You’ve never been so wrong. 

Your stomach rumbles as you close your eyes and go over the fight. Subsequently, you forget Eren is even in the car with you. His presence fades into the background, face pained as you think of your exes apologies. He seemed sorry. 

But you’re not someone who can forgive or forget easily - so you broke up. It just complicates everything. Already broken up, but you have to get your things. Find a place to stay for the month because it’s too expensive to go home early. Delete him off your socials, and maybe get in touch with your therapist again. The laundry list of post-break-up things to do is the most frustrating and most taxing. 

The emotional healing and distrust go in some compartment until you can actually unpack them. After the initial devastations scabs over, you’re sure the sore feeling of sadness will come back with a vengeance. 

That’s later though, and this is now. 

Moping is a pipe-dream, seeing as you’re in a place where you have no one and nothing. The only person you know lives here is Eren, but you’re not really expecting any help from him after tonight. Maybe 3 days max, if he’s feeling generous enough. 

At the very least, he must feel pretty sorry for you. No snippy remark or sarcastic gripe since you’ve gotten in. You can’t figure out what he’s thinking, just as before. It’s almost impossible to get a read on his face, and that thought leaves your mouth bitter. 

As bitter as a favor. As bitter as a memory, you swipe your tongue on your teeth to rid yourself of the taste but it lingers. 

You avert your eyes to your hands, peeling the skin off the edge of your fingernails. After a minute or two, you drive in front of a stoplight. The red reflects onto your sneakers and into Eren’s car. 

“So,” He starts, voice filled with that familiar sharpness “How’s the boyfriend?” 

Ah. There it is. He almost disarmed you with his silence. It’s a weird way to start scolding you, but you’ve never really understood why Eren does what he does. You sigh, clearing your throat. It’s thick with tears you’ve been shedding all evening. 

“Ex-boyfriend.” 

The light goes green, and he takes a right. He lives farther than you thought. 

“How’d you fuck it up this time?” 

Normally, his insistence on blaming you would frustrate you. It’s classically Eren. The projection was always the name of the game when you two were dating, especially at the sour end of your relationship. 

Your desire and ability to fight are diminished though, turning into ember and ash. Giving him a shrug, you laugh a bit. 

“Don’t know,” You say with a little more honesty than you were intending to  “I just uh. I don’t know.” 

He sighs this time, and his voice goes a touch soft. Sympathy feels worse than his anger. How pathetic you must look settles in. 

“...What happened?” 

It’s hard to get yourself to say it. Even though you know it. Getting the words out feels like climbing a mountain. You lean back into the headrest and turn away from him. Watching the passing cars intently, you smile. 

“He cheated on me. From uh, a girl with his hometown,” You say, forthright. Hoping his pity might make him go easy on you “His first love. I came home and found them in our bed,” 

You can feel him go stiff beside you. 

You realize that anything he said to you right now probably wouldn’t hurt. The numb pain outweighs everything else that you think it’d slide off your back.

“And?” 

“Uh... I don’t know. She left. And we got into a fight. Broke up with him and said I’d figured something out. Just didn’t really want to be in the same room with him,” You sigh, rubbing underneath your eyes “Packed my shit and sort of wandered around trying to figure out what to do. Called you when I saw how late it got,” 

“Should’ve called me earlier,” He says simply. You chuckle. 

“Like when?” 

He huffs. 

“Earlier. Would’ve picked you from his place and fought him or something.” 

You smile somberly. 

“I thought about it, buut I thought that'd upset him, so I didn’t,” 

This he scoffs at, anger in his voice. 

“That’s so like you,” 

You wish you could disagree. 

“Yeah,” You say back, unsure of what else to do “Yeah, guess it is.” 

“What’re you gonna do now?” 

You take a deep breath in. 

“I won’t be in your hair long. I’ll try and score an Airbnb and wait it out. Leaving early is expensive as fuck.” 

“You could stay with me if it’s just a couple of weeks,” He offers easily “Airbnbs are more expensive than a ticket, right?” 

“Would your girlfriend be okay with that? Does she know you’re picking me up?” 

He stares out into the road, jaw clenched. 

“We broke up a while ago.” 

“What happened there?” 

“None of your business.” 

You scoff. 

“Of course, it isn’t,” You reply, a little angrier than you can control “Your personal life never is. My mistake. I’m a little rusty on how this works.” 

His voice is so cold it’s chilling. 

“Don’t,” He grits, hands hard on the steering wheel “Don’t fucking start,” 

“I’m not trying to start anything. But it’s hypocritical for you to ask me about the shit that just happened and not even tell me why you and your girlfriend broke up.” 

“I’m doing you a favor,” He justifies in a half-hearted way you’ve grown accustomed to “I deserve to know,” 

You laugh, voice strangled. 

“You deserve a fucking foot up your ass,” You spit, suddenly shaking “A simple ‘It’s complicated or ‘I don’t want to talk about it right now’ would’ve sufficed.” 

“You’re still good at picking fights,” He goads, mouth twisted in a sneer “Did you nag him too? Maybe that’s why he went crawling back to his first love” 

It’s too far. He’s too far, and he knows it. It’s all over his face, even masked in anger. You shoot him a deadly look, arms crossed over your chest. Suddenly, tears well up in your eyes and you can’t even look at him. It was a mistake, of course it was. You shouldn’t have bothered. Expecting anything from Eren was your own fault. Even basic decency.

Whatever camaraderie you used to have dissolved a long time ago. You bite your tongue

“You’re the fucking worst,” You sniffle, closing your eyes “Just drop me off at a hotel. I don’t want to be around you. It’s my fault for assuming you’d be civil.” 

His hands are gripping the steering wheel tight. 

“Tell me how you really feel,” His voice is dripping with sarcasm. “I think I’m being plenty civil right now,” 

“Fuck. Do you get off on provoking me? On hurting my fucking feelings?” Your voice comes to a scratchy yell, unable to contain the anger in it “I just got fucking cheated on. In the middle of a city where I don’t know a single person other than you. You’re the last person I want to fucking see, Eren. The last,” 

“So why’d you call me crying?” 

“I didn’t have a choice! If I had a choice, I would’ve called anyone else. Would’ve called Jean or Connie or Armin—anyone. Anyone who isn’t fucking you.” 

He clicks his teeth. 

“Liar,” He says with the sort of confidence that floors you “You would’ve still called me even if everyone we know was in the city,” 

It stings that he’s right. Your strength crumbles. 

“So what if that’s true? What does it matter that I thought of you? That’s always been my issue, right? How’d you put it again?” You laugh out loud, a little out of it “I should stop expecting anything from you, right?  It’s my fault. I should just stop having expectations for anyone. It must be me.” 

He looks a little strained. Almost sorry. You scoff. 

“Yeah,” You mumble, exhausted “You’re right. I shouldn’t expect anything from anyone. No matter how much I heal, or how hard I try to do the right thing” 

“Y/N—” 

“I worked on myself. Went to therapy. Took time off from dating altogether. Did everything right and still,” Your mouth fills with iron “Still. Still. I can’t find one person to treat me decently. Congrats, Yeager. It’s just like you hoped.” 

The silence that follows says more than you ever could. You rub your temple. He’s probably right that you pushed it. 

“Sorry for snapping on you,” You reply, voice tense “But, I still want to be dropped off at a hotel.” 

“Why?” 

You laugh. 

“What do you think? Think we’re gonna be able to play house for two weeks? It hasn’t even been an hour and we’re fighting,” 

He’s thinking. You can see it on his face, the tight strain of his jaw, and his brows. You haven’t seen him in person for more than a couple of years. But the familiarity always lingers. It doesn’t feel unusual, even the fighting. 

He hasn’t changed. That much is obvious. 

You shouldn’t have called, you think. It might’ve been better to get hypothermia and walk to the nearest motel.

“It’s not your fault he cheated on you,” He says. You think it’s his way of apologizing, a piss poor attempt at comforting you “Guys are just scumbags. Hung up on their first love or whatever. It’s not uncommon,” 

You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry. Frankly, you don’t have the energy for either.

“Does that include you?” You attempt to joke. To your surprise, he laughs. His voice is hoarse, and a touch resentful. Not at you, though. That feels important. 

“Yeah.” He replies, not looking over at you “Me especially,” 

It’s the first time he’s said as much about himself in your presence. Before it was that you didn’t understand him or that you didn’t get it. It’s too early to retract your previous statement. Hope sparks anyways. For what, you don’t want to know. 

You nod sagely.

“You especially,” You affirm without any trouble “At least you know.” 

This time, he smiles at you. It’s barely there. This whole conversation and the good nature of it is like walking on eggshells. You both know that. 

Eren breaks the silence first as he pulls into another lane. 

“Stay with me for tonight,” He offers “Just tonight,” 

You don’t know why he insists. A loud yawn slips through your lips and your inclination to protest dwindles before being snubbed out completely. Shivering, you nod. Your head feels heavy. 

“If you say so,” 

You think you feel a pair of eyes on you before sleep washes over you like a tide. They might be Erens, but in your delirium, you can’t be sure. It doesn’t take much for you to succumb to sleep. 

__ 

After your car ride ended, Eren woke you up gently to help you inside. This time, he took your luggage without your asking and helped you into his home. 

He lives in one of those luxury apartments with a doorman. It’s fancier than you could ever imagine yourself living in. There’s a chandelier in the lobby, with a gym and a pool.  Trekking mud into such a nice place makes you feel guilty. Eren seems unbothered. 

You take the elevator up to the 7th floor, and then a right into the hallway. Eren fishes the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door and stepping aside to let you in. 

This is a bachelor pad. It’s the first thing that crosses your mind when you enter.

 The decoration is minimalist and expensive. Boyish in its extravagance, littered with pricey things only Eren Yeager would buy. The couches are black, the carpet is white and the windows are big panes that overlook the entire city. 

A flatscreen takes up most of the room. There’s a kitchen but it looks unused. It’s lived in, in the way that there are running shoes and clothes. Mess that happens when you spend your time somewhere, but it’s void of things a girlfriend would have in the house. You would know. 

On one of the walls is a painting of a woman's naked body, tastefully done. From what you remember of Eren’s ex-girlfriend, she’d have his head over something like that. 

Eren clears his throat behind you. When you turn to look at him, he looks a little sheepish.

“Broke up a while ago huh,” 

He looks surprised at your deduction. You poke your head at the painting. 

“She would’ve beat your ass for even thinking about putting that up,” 

His expression is affirmative. After you’re done taking it in, all of your sensory issues hit you all at once. You pull the sleeves of your soaked hoodie over your hands but you’re freezing. His eyes widen. 

“Ah, shit. Let me get you a towel. I’ll turn the heat up too,” 

“Thanks, ‘ren.”

The nickname slips out of habit, but you don’t get a chance to retract it as Eren shuffles off to grab you a towel.

 It doesn’t take him very long, a few in hand. You watch him idly as he turns on the heat before hurrying back over to you, shoving towels your way. You make him hold them for a minute, taking off your poncho and hanging it to him. 

You dry yourself off to the best of your ability as Eren goes to put away the raincoat. 

“Mind if I shower?” 

He shakes his head. 

“Would be concerned if you didn’t. I can get us food or something while you’re in there,”

“That’s… thoughtful of you. I’d appreciate it. I can Venmo—”

He puts a hand up, sitting on the back of his couch while you dry yourself off. 

“Save your money if you’re worried about it.” 

“I don’t want to owe you anything.” 

Your frank way of speaking to him irritates him, same as always.

“You won’t owe me,” He assures first “I know we hate each other's guts now, but I’m not gonna let you go hungry.” 

Warm. It makes you feel warm. You avert your eyes as you dry yourself off. 

“Your mom would have your head,” You murmur. He laughs. 

“My mom might forgive me. Zeke and my old man would hang me like a flag,” 

“How’s Zeke been?” 

His expression goes dry. They’re fighting. Eren rolls his eyes. 

“Fine. On my ass, as usual. Business is good. I’ve got a niece now. Zeke’s wrapped around her finger,” 

You’ve seen it floating on social media. You feel a little melancholy. It must show on your face. 

“You should still visit home sometimes. Don’t be a stranger,” 

You smile sadly.

“Easier said than done,” 

“...Even if you don’t see me. I’m not the only one who misses you. Jean hasn’t stopped bitching about you going to see just Armin.” 

You don’t know if he catches it. He misses you. You’re too afraid to confront it but unable to ignore it. You think over his words.

“It’s not like I don’t want to,” You start, voice slow “But after everything… after everything.”

There’s a minute where neither of you talks. Yet it’s not silent. The room is tense with everything you want to say or everything you did. Every regret, every memory starts to buzz all at once inside of your ribs like a spark of electricity through your hollow. 

“If tonight didn’t happen, I wouldn’t have ever seen you again,” 

He shakes his head with the same confidence as before. 

“I would’ve found you.”

He says it like it doesn’t need any explanation. As casual as relaying the weather to you. He gives you a look, scratching his jaw. 

“Go shower. How’s Thai? Same as before?” 

It takes you a second to find your voice. 

“Y-Yeah. Same as before. Where’s your shower?” 

He directs his eyes towards the bathroom. You grab your small luggage on your way, offering him a quiet thanks. The sound of your heartbeat thrums in your ears, faster than the pounding rain. 

__ 

Time passes like sand between your fingers. 

After a shower, a change of clothes, and a full stomach - you and Eren are left totally in each other's company. Your expectation of it being awkward or even marginally uncomfortable becomes unthinkable after a while. Despite how late it is, you aren’t tired or all that sad. 

Truthfully, you don’t know how to handle how familiar Eren feels. Like a durable winter coat with a heavy and comforting weight on your shoulders. It’s not burdensome to talk to him. He matches your pace and picks up easily on your quips. Natural lulls in conversation don’t feel uncomfortable and every misdirect or anecdote opens the door for more conversation. 

Maybe you should’ve expected that. You and Eren grew up together. Along with Mikasa and Armin, and everyone from your hometown. It shouldn’t surprise you that Eren is comfortable. 

When you look at him, you see home. If your gaze lingers. even a second too long or if you think for a minute more than necessary, you’re caught in the web of memories you’ve spent your whole life making. 

You wonder about your ex-boyfriend. The irony of it isn’t lost on you. Maybe it hurts because you understand perfectly. No matter how much you love after, there’s nothing like first love. If he saw that in her eyes, it’s all that much harder to feel angry. 

The only thing keeping you grounded is remembering that you’ve tried before and it failed miserably. It sinks you when you float too close to your heartwarming nostalgia. 

The acrid truth is that this is all temporary and circumstantial. 

Every now and again you remind yourself you’ve just been very vulnerable. And Eren’s grounding presence is helping you. 

Again and again, you remind yourself that. 

“High school was so ass,” Eren leans back into the couch, stretching his legs out “Mrs. Carnegie was such a bitch,” 

You give him an unimpressed look. He looks like you remember when he’s like this. Having changed into his own clothes, hair tied up messily. He’s adjacent to you on the couch, far enough to stretch his limbs comfortably.  

“She was nice to me. She was a bitch to you because you kept interrupting class,” 

He rolls his eyes. 

“And who was I doing that for?” 

Your heart skips a beat. . 

“Man, whatever.”

He laughs at you. 

“Weak come-back,” He hums, laying his head on the back of his couch. He tilts his head in your direction “I was a good boyfriend in high school at least,” He adds, a little softer. 

“You were. You were kinda like a puppy,”

He groans. 

“Don’t say it like that, that’s humiliating.” 

“What are you talking about? Puppies are cute.” 

“Yeah, but hearing that now is embarrassing. I’m a man now,”

You raise a brow.

“Men can't be cute like puppies?”

“No,”

“But Armin is right there,”

“Doesn’t count. He literally looks like a fairy prince. Statistical anomaly,”

That makes you laugh hard enough your stomach hurts. 

“Why’re you laughing? Am I wrong?” 

“You just said it so seriously. He is an anomaly but I think Connie is cute in a puppy way too,” 

“Connie’s bald ass? Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. I like it, his hair looks good buzzed.”

“You’d find something nice to say about a pile of trash,” 

“I like your long hair, Yeager.”

He gives you an unimpressed laugh as you break out into laughter. 

“Low fucking  blow,”  

“Cry,” 

This time he laughs instead, throwing a pillow at you. You catch it easily, holding it to your chest. 

“I do like the hair though. It’s all you ever talked about,” 

He gives you a little smile. 

“You remembered. I thought it’d make me look cooler. Alternative or whatever. Don’t know if it’s working,” 

“Your fans seem to love it,” 

He looks sheepish at the mention of his work. You laugh. 

“It gets a mixed response. A lot of people miss the short hair. I mostly keep it long because it’s easier to style,” 

“Both are nice. I like your short hair more when I think about it,” 

“Yeah?” 

“I guess it’s cause it was short when we’re growing up. And uh,” 

“When we were dating?” 

You give him a tight-lipped smile. 

“Yeah. When we were dating, it was always short,” 

He closes his eyes, suddenly deep in thought. 

“You wanna know why I kept it short?” 

You think you’d be better off not knowing.

“...Why?” 

“When you’d play with my hair,” Subconsciously, he pushes his hair back a little “I could feel it better when my hair was shorter. Thought if I’d grew it, you wouldn’t touch it cause it’d get greasy quicker.” 

All at once, you pull back. Whatevers on your face isn’t enough to make Eren waver when he looks at you. It’s easy to get lost in his eyes. Ocean blue, and full of something dark. Tempting like an abyss or a siren song. You swallow a lump in your throat. 

“It’s something I’d do,” 

The way Eren stares at you is so intense. You’re dancing around it now. What you both want to talk about it. A conversation that’s gone untouched for more than 4 years. Sober and aching. Different but the same. 

Eren breaks the tension first. That’s twice.

“I’d cut my hair short if you asked me,” 

You’re quiet. 

“I’d do whatever you want,” 

“Eren,” 

“What?”

What do you say? Don’t? Please? What could you say that means more than his name in your mouth? 

“You know what,” You say weakly “You know,”

A conversation you’ve had a hundred times before. It burns like bile rising in your esophagus. Crushed windpipes under the burden of love. Your hands grip the ends of the pillow tighter. He sits up straighter. You don’t want to talk about it. 

“Do I?”

“Eren,” A warning. 

“There’s not any point in talking around it, “ He shoves his hands in the pockets of his hoodie “Around this. Around us.” 

“There is no us,” You correct sharply, shaking your head “Not anymore,” 

His face doesn’t have anything you can read. You know yours must read of resentment. Eren is his usual blank. 

“There could be,” 

You shatter at the sentiment. The hopeful, easy way he says it. Like he doesn’t remember anything, and that you two are strangers. You know better that you aren’t. That no amount of healing can take it all back. Maybe you could forgive Eren, and somewhere far down the line - you could even be friends. 

But us is impossible. You tried us. It blew up in your face. 

“Fuck you for even saying that,” Your voice comes out garbled “Fuck you for even thinking it,” 

“How is it fuck me? For wanting to fix our relationship, seriously?” 

You hate him. With everything you have in you, with a burning fiery sort of anger. A resentment that’s spent  years strangling you. Every time you’ve bitten your tongue, all the time you tried to fix it. 

It’s all so messy and so unspeakbly touchy. 

“The sooner you get it out of your head there’s a relationship to fix, the better off we’ll be,” 

“Bullshit. Bullshit there’s nothing. I make you feel nothing?” 

It’s not what you said. He knows that, but he means what he’s saying. And he knows your answer already because he’s like that. He already knows everything about you. Where to make you hurt, and how to make it sting. Eren is a scar, not a bruise. He stays, for as long as you’re alive. No matter how faint, or how healed - he stays a part of you. 

He knows that as much as you do. That’s why it took you so long to leave. Of course you’d end up talking about it like this, but that’s not what you wanted. Or maybe it is. You don’t really know what you want from Eren. What you were hoping for when you stayed up late to talk to him and reminisce. You think just camaraderie. 

“I hate you so fucking much,” You croak, wiping away angry tears “More than anyone in my life, I hate your fucking guts,” 

“You don’t mean that,”

“I do,” Your reply comes in an angry hush “I can’t forget how we ended Eren. The months after I left were some of the worst of my life. Do you know how long it took me? To get better?”

His jaw clenches. 

“I didn’t think you would leave,”

His confession stuns you into silence. His arrogance never fails to astound, Like this, it feels incredibly frustrating. Your stomach sours. 

“...You thought I would stay? After everything?” 

“You said you would,” He raises his voice this time. He sounds hurt. Angry. Sad. All things you didn’t know he could still feel “You—you fucking promised. It was supposed to be forever and you left first.” 

“You can’t be serious,” 

“You promised,” 

“Yeah,” This time you sit up. Everything hits you at the same time “When I was 17 and in love. Before you treated me like shit,” 

He winces. So he does know. 

“You remember now, don’t you? You changed. You left for college, you stopped picking up my calls. You were such a fucking flirt that half of your campus thought you were single till I moved in. You remember that Eren?” 

His silence makes you madder. 

“You remember. right? How I’d desperately try and fix our relationship while you ran around doing whatever? You always looked so fucking indifferent. All we ever did was fight. Nothing I did worked,” 

“Y/N—” 

“I didn’t know anything other than you. If it was anyone else… But it was you,” 

“I’m—”

“You used to tell me when we were kids that if any boy hurt my feelings, you’d kill him. You remember that?” 

He closes his eyes. 

“Don’t make it sound like I just up and left for nothing. We both know that’s bullshit,”  You choke back a sob as you think about it. The gaping hole in your chest that Eren always left splits open again. 

“I’ve always loved you. Always. From the minute I could walk and talk. I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you, Eren,”  Even now, you don’t want him thinking that “I left because you didn’t love me. I left because I realized that” 

The silence that follows your rant exhausts you so much you slump back into the couch. You learned your lessons the hard way. That love was meaningless to safety. That stability was a luxury few can afford. Nothing is guaranteed.

This second time around, you know that love can’t be one-sided. Maybe that’s what all of this has been trying to teach you. 

You cry silently, taking in deep breaths. You have no idea what he’ll say, and you don’t know if you care. 

“I’m sorry,” 

“....What?” 

“I’m sorry,” His voice breaks a little this time. You don’t remember the last time you saw him cry “I didn’t mean for things to end like that,” 

“Sorry doesn’t fix it,” 

You know it’s a mean thing to say. It’s not kind or forgiving. His sincerity doesn’t even feel real to you at the moment he says, but sorry doesn’t make you feel better. Sorry doesn't fix it.

“I know,” 

“Then why say it?” 

“I still love you,” 

Drowning. You’re drowning in murky waters, hardly getting air. 

“You don’t love me,” 

“Don’t say that,” His voice sounds weak and desperate. You haven’t heard it like that in so long. Vulnerable “Even if you hate my fucking guts. I still love you, always did. Always.” 

“Then why did you do that to me?”  

“I was terrified,” 

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen Eren. Spoken to him, or even called him on the phone. Years. Checking on him through his social media and streams was all you ever got. Sometimes Armin would fill you in, or Mikasa.

But Eren, in your eyes, had remained how you left him. He got arrogant you think. He got his fix and grew up to be tall and handsome. Had aspirations and grew out of his shyness. 

And instead of growing together, you grew apart. You started to accept the fact that the Eren you loved was no longer someone you could reach. The young, doe-eyed lovesick boyfriend. Eren was just a college boy now. Not your only exception, not the love of your life. 

Accepting that was the hardest thing you’ve had to do in your life. 

So why does he sound like someone you used to love? And why now, of all times? 

“When you talk like that, it makes me think you’re different.” 

“I am,” He stops for a minute, hands folded “I’m trying to be.” 

“...Why were you scared?” 

“It’s uhm, I don’t know how to say it,” 

“Take your time,” 

“Doing long distance made me realize how much I needed you,” His voice is hardly over a whisper. “It was ego. But I hated that. I had it in my head that you were off with other guys, and I—I don’t fucking know—I was stupid. I wanted to feel like you still wanted me,” 

“So what? You made me chase you?” 

“Yeah. Something like that. When you moved in, it just… I don’t know. I saw how everyone looked at you. I didn’t think it would make me so angry to see you like that,” 

“Sounds like…” 

“Self-sabotage,” Eren interjects “That’s what my therapist said, at least.” 

“You’re in therapy?” 

“Only a few months, but yeah. It helps.” 

“I don’t understand you at all,” You shake your head “ Not at all,”

“You bring out the best and worst in me.” He replies with a humorless laugh on his lips “Still. Around anyone else, it doesn’t matter. What they do or don’t do,”

“And me?” 

“You,” He rubs a hand over his face, voice shaking. He tries to be lighthearted but the sentiment is sincere “I make myself sick thinking about you,” 

It feels hot under your clothes. 

“We shouldn’t be… I shouldn't—”

“I know. You drive me so fucking crazy and I get so angry. I know, but how the fuck could it ever be anyone but you?” 

Your breath hitches. 

“What’re you saying?” 

“That I want you. I want you so fucking bad. I don’t want to ever be away from you ever again. I can’t help but want that,” 

You can feel him coming into your space. How he scoots closer to you, just enough that he’s moving across the couch. He’s so much bigger than you remember. Stronger. It's all moving so fast. When he puts his hand on your knee, you tense but don’t move. The dizzying smell of his cologne catches on your tongue and tickles your throat. 

His eyes dart down to your lips. His hands running up your outer thighs. You’re defenseless. Weak, you pull back a little. He doesn’t move. 

“I can’t just forgive you overnight—” 

“I know,” He leans in a little more. Close enough that his breath touches your skin “I’ll keep trying. I want to try again. I’ll earn it this time. I’ll chase you, and you can ignore me all you want,” 

He’s being cheeky as much as he’s being serious. Classically Eren. You’re so screwed. 

You feel your throat close up as he inches forward. 

“You’re so bad for me.” You whisper, the words too heavy. 

“Two sides of the same coin,” He says back, then he smiles “We’re made for each other. You think that too. I know you do,” 

“I wanted stability,” 

“I’ll try to give you it. If that’s what you want.” 

“And if you’re just a rebound?” 

“As long as I’m yours,” 

“You’re such a scumbag.” 

“I know,” 

Everything falls from under you the minute you kiss him. 

A little noise of surprise leaves his lips that instantly morphs into desire. It’s an uncouth display of emotions, so animal that you can hardly call it love. It’s something in between love and hatred, the opposite of indifference. All the intensity of life, of every terrible emotion you’ve ever had. You kiss Eren Yeager first because you miss him, despite yourself. Everything after that is just another blurry detail. 

He moans into your mouth. Where your hand has landed on his chest, he grabs your wrist and then drags you into his lap without ever breaking apart. You end up over him, with his lap under yours.

When he has you where he wants you, he hugs you close to his body. You can feel the hardlines of muscle through his shirt, his arms secure around your back. Your tits are pressed against his chest, bra forgotten. The slightest brushes are what make you feel the most.

Eren’s shaky breaths and the overwhelming way his lips move against yours. Indecision in how to treat you. Soft kisses that are followed by rough ones. The intensity of your own desire consumes your ability to act cordial, as you squeeze against Eren tight. 

You can feel the rapid beat of Eren’s heart in his chest, grinding your hips into his. 

In between kisses, he makes sure to nip at your jaw. You can feel his teeth pierce your pulse point, his tongue lapping over the leftover wound that leaves you shaking. 

He litters bites like that on every inch of your skin, your neck left with an ache. There’s something ironic in Eren licking your wounds over, but the words escape you before you can utter them.

Even in just being claimed, the feeling is intense. It makes you visceral. Not to be worked up from touch or words, but something else entirely. Something cosmic in it’s very existence. 

Eren finally pulls away from you, just barely to glance at your swollen lips. He meets your eyes as his teeth sink into the lower one to make you whine. He talks to you while your eyes are locked. 

“Fuck,” His voice is thick with lust. Heat splits you right in half “Fuck, fuck, baby. Been so long,” 

“Y-Your hands,” 

“Can’t take em off you,” They’re smooth as they feel you up. Shamelessly squeezing the fat of your hips in between in his fingers, grabbing your ass hard. A guilt creeps up for comparing him to your ex-boyfriend. 

But all you can think about is how Eren is the opposite of stability. Images pop up of when you used to have sex, so many years before. He was meeker before, less assured. You thought his confidence would make you sick, but it doesn’t. 

Rather, the look on his face while he gropes you makes you wet. Chewing his lower lip, feeling your body like he’s dying to see it under his clothes. Impatiently and unabashedly wanting you in a way that is distinctly Eren. 

There’s truth in the sentiment that no one could ever fuck you like Eren could. It’s one you’ve kept to yourself for so long that you almost forgot it. Eren knew your body and shaped it to his hands years ago. You like being touched because of how he touched you, a memory you carried like a torch. 

It was Eren who wanted you first, who fucked you first, who made you cum first when you were both so awkward and clumsy. 

“Look at you,” He groans. His hands inch under your shirt, skin on skin. Pinching your nipples gently, till they’re hard against your shirt “Look how sexy you are,” 

He knows what you like, what you like being told. 

“My pretty fucking girl,” 

Fuck. Of course, he remembers that. 

“Oh, you—” 

“So pretty,” He parrots. Even with electricity buzzing in his movements, he’s patient. Undresses you gently. When your skins bare, your shirt tossed to the other side of the room, he kisses the underneath of your tits. Each one, he kneads them. Appreciates them,  worships them. All of that undivided attention that he always used to give you when you were dating. 

When you were in love. 

“You still like when I tease ‘em too,” 

His tongue runs over your hardened nipple, sucking it into his mouth, His free hand occupies the other, taking time to give them both equal attention. Your body starts to ignite, little sparks of electricity flitting up your spine. 

Letting your fingers card through his hair, you glance down. He looks up at you with his mouth full, eyes lidded. His lashes are long against his olive skin, sun freckles over the bridge of his nose. Your hands reach to touch the moles along his cheeks, all in places you remember. 

You don’t resist the urge for intimacy. Not things you did with your ex, but with Eren. You press a kiss to his hairline and his hands get a little tighter. Your want expands, fills like a balloon. 

Feeling his cock nudge against your shorts is surprising. A blush crawls over his face, grinding his hips up into you. It’s muscle memory to do it back - rocking yourself until he’s nestled between you. Dry-humping like this makes you feel like a teenager again, doing this in Eren’s dingy basement when you weren’t ready to lose your virginity. 

Except Eren knows what he’s doing. He shifts his weight, sitting up enough to push up against your clit. His mouth deatches, a string of saliva in his place. The cool air against the swell of your tits make, adds to the sensation. 

He grabs your ass again, this time just to push you up. To set a pace as you grind against each other. 

“Wanna know something?” 

You choke back a whimper. 

“Mm,” 

“I used to jack thinking about you,” His voice is slick when he speaks, a low whisper “Remember? You used to be too sensitive so you’d rub against the edge of your bed. Thought about it all the time after you told me,” 

Your jaw drops open. 

“You—” 

“You’re a big girl now, aren’t you? Not too sensitive for this, but—,” He does it with more purpose, a long slow drag so you can feel his shaft against your clothed cunt “you still like it slow,” 

“Eren, holy—” 

“Everything you like,” He hums, this time matching how he moves you with his own body “Still remember every detail,”

“Y-Yeah?” 

“Yeah baby,” He dips his head to kiss against the column of your throat again, this time sucking deep dark hickies. You can feel his lips when you moan “Everything. Kept me company,” 

You’re almost too afraid to ask what he means. 

“Eren,” You half beg, fingers twitching with want “Don’t tease me,” 

“What do you need?” 

“Uhm,” Embarrassed. For some reason, Eren asking you is making you embarrassed. You’ve never been before “This is so humiliating,” 

“You were always shy about asking for it,”

“So why’re you making me, asshole?” 

“I like watching you squirm,” 

“Shut up, you’re awful,” 

“Put something in my mouth, then?” 

Your eyes go wide, and he smiles. His breath brushes against the shell of your ear. 

“You wanna sit on my face, right? Shut me up,” 

It was a stupid arguement you had. At the latter half of your relationship, sometimes the only way you two resolved things was sex. Eren referencing it makes you mad as much as it makes you wet. 

When you were both a little inebriated, he used to beg you for it.The memories of that make you nod. Your voice is coarse with lust.

“Wanna sit on your face,” 

“Take your shorts off,” 

Taking off your clothes is haphazardly done. You and Eren part ways. He takes off his shirt and hoodie to reveal a body cut from pure marble. He was always athletic, but clearly his gym rat posting on his IG story were genuine and not for show. He sends you a little smirk when he catches you staring, flexing his muscles a little. 

“Do I look good?” 

You nod, awestruck as you wriggle out of your shorts leaving you in just your socks. Eren does the rest slowly, stood up and taking off his sweatpants His thighs are muscular, strong with a little dark hair. It’s on his stomach too, just barely there. 

The fabric of his boxers strain against his cock. It’s big, bulges against the black material that you can see the skin. It’s intimidating to look at. 

Your eyes follow him to the couch. You watch him get comfortable, moving pillows around to make sure there’s enough space. He flashes you a smile when he’s laid down, untying his hair as a last touch. 

“Come here, angel,” He signals, waving you over “Come sit,” 

The air brushes past you as you approach him. He reaches a hand out to lace with your hands. 

“Face that way. So you can hold onto my hair, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” 

It takes you a minute. It’s easier to climb over his chest, inching towards his face. When you’re spread right over his neck, he gives you a cheeky grin. His hands reach over your thigh, pulling you apart. His eyes are zeroed in on your clit, finger brushing back the hair on you. The affectionate way he does both makes you want to hide away.

Eren is holding you in place so you can’t move. 

“Look at that,” He whispers, breath fanning your cunt “Look at how wet you got for me,” 

Instead of putting his tongue where you need it, he cranes his neck to one side and presses kisses into your inner thigh. Licking at the skin, he holds your eyes. 

“Tell me something,”He goes an inch highe and leaves a hickey before repeating it a little bit aove “Did he ever get you this wet? You can be honest,” 

Your clit throbs between your legs. Eren grins, as you squirm. You look down at him, shaking your head. 

“Not like you. I mean, he wasn’t bad but he wasn’t—”

“But he wasn’t me, was he?” He goes on, his lips pressing right against your achy clit, arousal on his lips that he licks with ease “Could never be me, could he?” 

“Eren,” You whine. His smile gets bigger, tongue licking one long stripe against your folds. 

“Say it baby. That I’m the best you’ve ever had?” 

Your reply is a meek yeah. It’s hard to do anything with confidence or self-assurance when your entire body is begging to be pleasured. Eren gives you a few more kisses on your clit, like he’s making out with it. It’s sweet and lazy, making your hips buck for more. 

“I’m the same,” He coos, sticking his tongue out as he forces your weight down so you’re not longer hovering but sitting on his face “There’s nothing like you,” 

He doesn’t hesitate to dive in right after that. Burying himself deep, your hands immediately fix at the base of his hair. He’s not shy about it, his tongue laid flat, creating just enough suction around to feel. It’s perfectly pracited, familiar. 

Eren eats you out from memory. That much is obvious to you as soon as you feel him, the wet heat of his mouth and his tongue. It’s a measured build of pleasure, soothing a long-time ache that slowly escalates to something more. 

A mewl escapes your throat. He moans against your pussy, nose bumping against you. Tugging at the roots of his hair, you wiggle your hips to get him to give you more. 

You feel the coil in your tummy when Eren goes a little deeper, sucks a little harder, moves a little faster. Encouraging you to use him to the best of your ability as he pushes your hips, nails dug in the skin to keep you steady Looking down makes you see him completely blissed out, like he’s in a comfortable dream. 

You don’t really remember the last time someone went down on you like this without asking. Like he’s enjoying it all on his own, like he wants you. There’s vigor to how he takes you into his mouth, tastes you greedily, with appreciative grunts and groans. 

The word perfect falls flat to how Eren licks your pussy. Perfect is too prim, too neat. Whatever Eren makes you feel between your legs, is far from perfect. Eren is something more. More intangible, hard to touch. He eats your pussy perfectly, but messily. Desperately, lovingly. Every inch of you is wanted, tongue nestled against your folds and on your hard clit like he wants to stay. He looks at you intoxicated and it shows in how much joy he takes in tasting you. Hitched to your very existence, like a planet revolving around the sun. 

He does it like it’s a privilege, a divine gift. Sucks like it’s sweet, ripe fruit in scorching summers. Water in an oasis, deserving of only the highest praise. Not worth wasting even for pride. Shameless. 

You can feel yourself tipping closer and closer to the familiar edge. Each second pushes you to it, closer and closer and closer before you feel the feeling again. Deep in your body, undoing you completely.

“Eren, oh—” 

You cum hard. It’s the first one, the most intense. Eren is unyielding as you hit your high and start to fall back down, catching on each layer of the ozone. You moan his name over and over, Eren, Eren, Eren. It’s all you can think to say. The only person you’d trust to catch you from this high, you fall foward. Hand gripping on the couch, you try to wiggle away but he won’t let you until he’s had his fix. 

When he pulls away, he takes in a deep breath. 

You lean back, catching sight of his face. It’s dripping down his chin. He reaches his hands to wipe it with his fingers, then sticks his hands up to you.

“Open your mouth up,” He says, pushing his fingers against your tongue “Or come down here and clean me up, maybe?” 

You widen your eyes. Curiosity getting the better of you, you wiggle down until you’re face level with him. He gives you a glance, encouraging you. Unsure, you push your tongue out against his neck, tracing down to his adams apple. He groans, voice vibrating. 

“Fuck yeah,” His hands comes around the back fo your neck “Just like that baby. That’s perfect,” 

Your memory reminds you. You repeat your actions, tongue dragging over his nec and chin, presses kisses and bites all along his jaw and neck. Eren moans above you appreciatively. The sound is pleasing. Hearing it over and over eggs you on to “clean” him up well until you reach his lips. 

The way he kisses you is sweet and gentle. He kisses your lips before peppering them on your face. 

“Fuck, look at what you’re doing to me.” 

“Making you sappy?” 

“Already was. I’m so hard for you right now, it’s fucking stupid,”

You let out a whine.

“Mm,” 

“Condoms upstairs,” 

“Don’t need ‘em. ‘s fine. Just give it to me how it is,” 

He shivers against your body. 

“I wanna cum just thinking about it,” 

“Don’t think about it and come fuck me,”

He laughs, handing coming down on your ass. 

“Get up,” 

You stand up and Eren follows suit. He gives you a quick peck before whispering in your ear. 

“Bend over the edge of the couch for me,” 

Shivering, you nod your head and walk beind the couch. You shoot Eren a look over your shoulder, seeing him ease his cock out of his boxers to give it a quick stroke. It’s just high enough that you struggle to get over it all the way. His eyes are piercing, watching you as you bend over like he asks. You push your ass towards him. 

“Like this?”  

“That’s perfect, angel. Stay like that,” 

You can hear him coming towards you. The weight of his body, bare chest against your spine is almost startling. He’s not crushing you, but you’re still completely pinned under underneath him. You wriggle your hips back, struggling to move.

His hand creeps lower and lower, finger slipping through your folds. He feels you up like that for a while, whistling. 

“You’re so wet,” He coos. His voice is smooth in your ear. You moan. He rests his chin just over your shoulder as you turn your head to kiss him. Slowly, he slips his middle finger inside. You’re surprised how little resistance there is really. The pad of his finger reaches far, rubs against your g-spot without second guessing it.

Your squealing makes him do it again. It’s a careful move. Your body responds to him eagerly as he slips another one, steady. Until he’s knuckle deep, stretching out unhurriedly. When it’s no longer a tight fit, he pulls away from you. 

Over you, he repositions. You can hear him spit in his hand behind you, the way his palms move against his cock. It’s all completely quiet besides that, lewd little noises that clue you into what he’s doing. Not seeing him makes the anticipation greater, leaves you vulnerable to whatever he wants to do. 

“Missed this pretty pussy so much,” He hisses, the head of his cock pushing past your folds until he’s snug against your hole. The muscle clenches “So fucking warm,” 

“Eren,” 

He pushes forward, a calculated push of hips. You both moan when he enters you. Just the tip, just the familiar curve of his cock. Your inside ache, deep inside. A place only Eren could reach, you think. He groans nto your ear. Your feet are barely touching the floor in this position, Hardly reaching the ground, toes holding you up. The back of the couch digs into your stomach. It’s puts a pressure on your lower belly, that Eren must feel.

All your muscles are tense. Tight. The tip of his cock rubs against your walls. He’s so hard. Intrusive. You clench around him again. Jaw agape, you moan as he pushes even further. 

“See that?” He whispers, against the shell of your ear. His hands grab yours, putting them behind your back till your defenseless “She remember me,” 

The moan you let out is entirely involuntary once it hits you he means your pussy. Your walls spasm around him. He chuckles at that. 

“That’s right. She loves me even if you don’t, doesn’t she?” Pulling his hips back until your empty, he fills you again. Harder this time. You choke on air “We made love tonight, didn’t we?” 

“Eren, shit” 

“I like when you say my name baby,” He says, another thrust “Like when your pretty pussy welcomes me home. It’s mine, isn’t it? Always has been. Bet he wasn’t making you feel like this, was he?” 

All at once, you feel Eren for what he’s worth. You feel his cock, the curve and the shape the weight as it drags inside of you. You feel the weight of his body, all the stretch in your thighs as he casts over you like a shadow. The gravelly way that he speaks reverberating in your bones. He’s fucking you like he’s all the way in the bottom of your stomach. 

Like a puzzle piece, Eren completes you on a level no one else in the world could. The way he talks to you reflects his, confidence not unearned. He’s cocky and awful, but his dick is doing this to you. Making your mouth fall open until your drooling underneath him. He answers every craving you ever had, that bone-deep sense of dissatisfaction that you’ve spent an entire year burying. 

Eren fucks you like he’s in love with you, and only you. His cock kisses your cervix, and it feels like the same kind done at weddings. A vow to you, a promise. It feels so fucking good when Eren fucks you. Nothing in the world could ever quite comparing to that satisfaction. Deep in your body, primal and hungry. 

“You were made for me,” He pants in your ear “Made just for me. No matter how far you go, I’ll find you. Remind you that. You get it now?” 

You whimper out loud. Yes comes out naturally. Eren kisses your shoulder blade before sinking his teeth into it.

“Knew you would, 

Eren fucks you the only way he’s ever known to. Deep and paced. You can’t say how he does it with anyone else, but with you it’s always been the same. Like he’s carving you out with his cock, the way you’ve always needed. You know you’re starting to be close again with each thrust. It’s a memory that your body welcomes. 

Eren knows what you need to cum, but he waits. Like always, he keeps at it until your walls are tremor. Until you’re just getting there, and you need the extra push to get you to your end. He keeps you at the end as he fucks you, whispers filthy things in your ear until you reach the point of desperation that you’re begging. 

“Please, Eren,” At your limit, pleaing “Please make me cum,” 

“There’s the magic word,” 

He snakes a hand around, reaching your clit and giving it a gentle rub. Everything happens at once. It’s perfect motion. Equilibrium. You can feel your knees start to give in as he gives it to you, the tension gently easing out. A carbonated soda, cracked open slowly to make way for the big finish. The release. Eren speaks to you again.

“Cum for me angel. Give it to me,”

Like a seismic wave, you cum hard on Eren’s cock just like he asked. He’s not far behind you, thrusting through the waves of pleasures. Your brain melts out of your ears completely, babbling to him to give you his cum too.

And he does in record time, shallowly rutting into you until you’re full of him, shooting deep. You feel your insides painted white, content at the feeling. 

When he pulls out of you, you feel it drip onto his hardwood floors. You’re unsure of what comes next, but he pulls you right into your arms. Into his chest, even with wobbly legs. 

“I’m not gonna let you go again,” He assures, more to himself than to you “You’re mine. Forever and always,” 

Against your better judgement, you give in. Just for now. Just for the time being. 

hate you, love you.

synopsis ‹𝟹 a snow lodge getaway in aspen was supposed to be a great time with the friends and your boyfriend jean, but it quickly takes a turn for the worst due to eren’s rocky situationship with you.

warnings ‹𝟹 dubcon, infidelity, enemies to fwb, toxic relationships, jealousy, physical altercations, guilt, drug use, alcohol consumption, pining, hate fucking, revenge/guilt sex, choking, high sex, degradation, hockey player! eren, snowboarder! jean for funsies.

characters ‹𝟹 eren yeager + jean kirschtien.

wc — 7.5k+

DAY 1.

“What are you doing in here, you freak?” Your bitter tone was harsh on Eren’s ears as he quickly slipped into the bathroom. You watched him close the door and lock it before he walked closer to you. Your reflection in the mirror was long forgotten when you saw the handsome brunette invade your privacy with little to no respect. “Did you hear me, Eren? Wha-”

Eren’s hands were on your waist, his body pressing hard into your smaller frame, his weight making you lean against the sink counter. His lips found your neck, nipping and licking at the spot right below your earlobe. Eren smelled amazing, like expensive cologne and citrus shampoo. His body felt so warm against your own, his minty breath tickling your sensitive skin as his hands roamed up the sides of your body.

“You don’t ever shut the fuck up, do you?” Eren asked in a low tone against your skin. You felt the rumble of his deep voice and the smirk in his tone as he spoke. The familiar voices walking past the door made your heartbeat pick up in speed then suddenly you were hyper aware of the fucked up situation you two got into a couple months ago and how you made a promise to yourself that it wouldn’t happen again. That it was nothing but a mistake.

“Eren, stop it-” You say softly. “Eren.” You push his shoulders. He straightens out, his height on display as he towered above you.

“Why are you actin’ like that?” He asks, a look of irritation on his face.

“We can’t do this anymore. I’m serious this time.” You sigh. “And definitely not here.” You cross your arms and look off to the side, feeling uncomfortable under Eren’s judgement stare.

“What? Now you have a conscience all of a sudden?” Eren looks down at you with an incredulous look, one that seemed very condescending. The small smile that ghosted over his lips while his brows were pulling upward in a furrow screamed that he was mocking you. God, he fucking infuriated you.

“Fuck you.” You spat with a look of disgust on your soft facial features. A look that only Eren Yeager could elicit from you. It was almost sick how quickly the man could flip your emotions, like he has a remote to the limbic system in your brain. You absolutely despised how much control one man could have over you.

“Yeah, I already have.” Eren starts, an odd look of reassurance on his face as he nods at you. “Let’s see: that time at Mikasa’s birthday party, you gave me head in the backseat of my car. That other time after my game, can’t forget that. I fucked you in my hockey uniform. Oh, two weeks ago, I made you squirt-” Eren’s words were cut off short when a hard slap connected with his cheek. A crisp clap sounded throughout the bathroom followed by a silence.

Eren’s head was turned to the side from the force behind your hand. A few strands of hair in his face as he held his jaw. There was a small smirk on his lips as his tongue pushed on the inside of his cheek. You looked at him with a frown, your eyes quickly searching for any sign of what he was about to do next. You weren’t planning on slapping him, but it was the reaction your body gave when he started airing your guys’ dirty laundry. It’s not like he didn’t deserve it, he was being a fucking asshole. Maybe next time he’ll shut the fuck up-

Eren’s large hand was on your jaw in an instant and the pressure from his hand was sinking into the soft skin of your cheeks. He held another on your neck, applying enough pressure to make you feel lightheaded. It hurt, it was uncomfortable, but the adrenaline rushing through your blood system numbed any traces of pain or fear. Eren was a big guy. He towered over you in height and he was very athletic. He was a professional hockey player, he had more muscle mass than you ever would. His hand almost felt like it was going to lift you off the ground from how hard he pulled your jaw upward, to the point of actually standing on your tippy toes. Naturally, your hand flew to his wrist, your acrylic nails sinking into his tanned skin and likely causing irritation.

“Touch me like that again and I’ll make sure this trip is a living hell for you.” His emerald eyes are locked onto your (color) ones looking down at you with such intense and deep hatred. You’ve never been sure where exactly this loathing for each other began or why it turned as aggressive and toxic as it did. Maybe it was the fact that you two had clashing personalities to begin with, constantly butting heads over the pettiest things that almost always ended in screaming matches. The interesting thing is, the both of you were equally hard headed and passionate the only difference was being on varying sides of the spectrum. Two sides of the same coin you could say. Your strong disdain for one another has been a running joke in the friend group and that’s maybe where things got… messier than they intended to be.

The obvious underlying physical attraction between the two of you was unmistakable. You could admit Eren was very attractive. Six foot something, shoulder length chocolate brown hair, deep emerald eyes and he physically ripped. He looked like something straight out of someone’s fantasy. The attitude he held only furthered how people perceived him. He did things his own way and that was pretty much the end of. If there was one thing anyone could count on Eren for was not changing his mind after it's already been made up. You’d be better off asking the Sun to orbit around Earth. As the years passed, he’s developed a more somber and dark aura surrounding him. That mixed with his “I do what I want attitude” makes for the prototype “bad boy” image so many perceive to be as attractive. Eren may be a hardass, but he does care for his friends probably even more than he cares about himself. He’s extremely protective over his friends, that included you too, so there was a little bit more than some appeal.

Eren knew you were more gorgeous and that fucking bothered him. He often found himself looking— no, rather staring at you when you all hung out. Of course at first you thought he was trying to be funny when you caught him looking at you, often giving him a snarky comment that once again started a fight. Eren hated you with every bone in his body, he swore he did. So he often found himself questioning why you were a lingering thought in his brain. You and the way you looked up at Jean with that pretty smile and those big curious eyes and always seemed to make Eren sick to his stomach.

Finding the other party attractive wasn’t the problem within itself. The mistake was the friend group letting you and Eren go on the beer run one random night during one of the usual hangouts. Tensions were already high from an argument between you two from earlier in the night and things came to another blow when you both were in the car. The snide comment Eren gave under his breath was enough to make you see red and you snapped. Eren didn’t hold back either, you both in the enclosed space of the car with nothing but harsh insults and comments that can’t be taken back spewed from your mouths. It wasn’t until Eren’s mouth was hot and angry on yours that the yelling came to a halt. You remember pulling away, looking at him with a “What the fuck did you just do?” look on your face. Eren looked at you with a blank stare, his mind still processing his actions.

One thing led to another and somehow he ended up at your apartment and the box of beers was long forgotten in his car while he had your cunt split open on his massive cock. It was the best sex you’ve ever had, and that was no shade to your boyfriend, but with Eren it was different. Primal, aggressive and fucking filthy. Eren treated you like a good for nothing whore, while Jean made you feel like a spoiled princess. You were selfish for wanting both and terrible for finding yourself yearning and craving that touch from Eren after the initial night. It was all a mistake, it was wrong. Both of you were terrible friends and partners sacrificing your morals and the feelings of the people closest to you for a good fuck. But perhaps that was the appeal?

You’ve seen Eren in one of his most vulnerable states recalling the first night you slept together. He was a fucking mess, the post nut clarity hit him hard as he laid on the soft blankets and sheets of your bed. He stared at your ceiling, his mind racing as things started to catch up to him. He had a panic attack that night and locked himself up in your frilly apartment bathroom. You remember reluctantly knocking on the bathroom door, calling his name softly and asking if he was okay. It was safe to say he worried the hell out of you even despite your rocky friendship turned whatever this was.

You talked Eren through his fit. Once he said it was okay to touch him, you made yourself comfortable in his lap as he sat on the plush ottoman that decorates your bathroom. His face buried in your chest while his arms wrapped tightly around your midsection. Your soft voice, gentle touches on the nape of his neck and massages on his scalp all calmed him down to a state of tranquility. One that can only be described as the eerie quietness after a category five hurricane.

Eren’s behavior right now didn’t scare you at all, but sometimes you think that maybe it should because you know he’s not joking. If Eren says he’s going to do something then he means it.

“I’m not fucking scared of you, Eren.” You say, voice unwavering as you attempted to pull his hand from your face. He only held harder and yanked you closer to him, his eyes still boring into hers. There was no way he couldn’t feel your nails seeping into his skin now with the pressure from your stiletto nails digging in harshly into his skin. If he didn’t let you go, he was sure to draw blood.

As much as he hurt you, you made sure to hurt him back only in a different way. It was sneakier, less noticeable, conniving but it was still just as damaging— that’s where you and Eren differed, and maybe another reason why he resented you so much. So seemingly perfect and innocent on the outside. Your voice and choice of words are always so sweet and doting— but it was deceitful. Eren saw through it all. On the inside you’re no different from him, a liar and a cheater. The mind games were a never ending psychological warfare and it only fueled the resentment between you two. There was a constant underlying anxiety when you were near each other, a never ending game of push and pull. You hated him and he hated you.

“No? Well you should be. Stay out of my way.” He pushed your face making you lean a bit on the sink behind you, your hands held onto the counter balancing yourself. You watched him leave the bathroom with a bitter look on your face. This was going to be a long trip.

DAY 2.

The second day was a longue around and hang out kind of day as most of you were still fatigued from the hectic first day. The drive to the cabin was long and grueling, hauling three cars in total. Car one: You, Jean, Sasha and Connie. Car two: Eren, Armin, and Mikasa. Car three: Reiner, Bertholdt, and Historia.

Being cramped in your boyfriend’s car with Marco, Connie and Sasha was fun for the most part. The five of you were always a party when you all got together, but no one could lie that the road trip glory began to lose its shine about six hours in. Cramps, traffic, road rage and not having the ability to take a comfortable nap was less than pretty. Not to mention you all almost got lost thanks to Siri. Thankfully, there was a gas station nearby and all of you stopped at, getting everyone on the same page with directions. That was one of the funner stops actually.

Connie rolled a joint in the car about an hour before stopping, he was just waiting to light it. But when he did, almost everyone got a nice buzz going. You all probably looked a little funny goofing off. You specifically remember the guys group teasing you about not knowing how to properly pump gas. Jean came to your defense with lighthearted reasoning saying that “his girl didn’t need to know how to pump gas.” He never let you do it yourself anyway.

All was well but the lingering stare you felt from Eren every time you interacted with Jean was ridiculous though. It never fails to make you anxious because you simply don’t know what he’s thinking. Is it the usual hatred? Guilt? … Jealousy? Nothing changed once you guys got to the lodge.

Since it was lounge day, you all decided that watching a movie would be fun. The film decided on was some low budget horror movie on Netflix. It was more comical than scary, getting more laughs than screams from the group piled high on the couches and floor.

You and Jean were the only two left in the den after the movie was over. There was a plush blanket underneath you both as you sat in front of the crackling fireplace, it was the only source of light besides the heavy blue tint of the dusk sky coming from the large windows. The scenery was beautiful, snow piling on the branches of the boney winter trees with white mountain tops in the distance. It was quiet for the most part surprisingly but every now and again you could hear heavy footsteps and muffled conversations throughout the lodge.

“Are you sure you like this color, babe?” You ask while looking down at your freshly painted toe nails. You were trying a new color, a crisp white that dries matte. The polish has probably dried down since but the squishy pink foam still divides your toes, too paranoid that you would accidentally bump your toe onto something and ruin all your hard work.

Jean looked up from his phone, his golden eyes now on your wiggling toes. He smiles and your heart skips a beat.

“Yeah, it’s pretty.” Jean looks back up at you, irises twinkling in the warm light from the fireplace. You can see the reflections of tiny fire specs dancing in his eyes. Jean was breathtaking, an absolute angel of a man. Longer honey brown hair with a fresh taper, strong jawline and soft lashes. He was a pretty boy in every sense of the word. You felt… sick for admiring him, like you didn’t deserve to— because you didn’t. The feelings of guilt heavy on your shoulders, like the weight on the world was pinning you down to Earth’s core. As best as you could, quickly swallowed the festering emotion, fixing your attention on something on something else. You only hoped that your demeanor didn’t fluctuate within those few seconds.

“Yeah?” You tilt your head as you look down at your work with a pout.

“Yeah, I picked the color, baby. Of course I like it.” He answers and a small smile ghosts over your lips.

“I know, I know. ‘M just making sure.” You say murmur.

“Hey,” Jean calls for you gently, noticing how you’re not looking at him rather your toes.

“Hm?” You look up at him with big and curious eyes.

“Can I have a kiss?” He asks. A giggle escaped your lips and you reached over, your hand balling up his cardigan before pulling him in for a kiss. You felt him chuckle against your plump lips, causing you to smile into the shared kiss.

Little did you know Eren came down the stairs at some point, the two of you too caught up in each other to see the bitterness on the brunette's handsome facial features. The jealousy that sat in the pit of Eren’s stomach felt disgusting, triggering an anger in him that made his body shake involuntary.

Eren didn’t want to eavesdrop on the gentle whispers coming from you— but he couldn’t stop himself from doing so while he fumbled around in the spacious kitchen, looking for something quick to put together per request of the blue eyed blondie in his room upstairs. Eren was in the middle of slicing the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he made when his heart caved at the exchange he heard.

“I love you, J.”

“Love you too, pumpkin.”

To Eren the display was awful, revolting and nauseating.

DAY 3.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“Eren, you’re in so deep..”

The unpleasant taste of bile was beginning to bubble up in the back of your throat as you were forced to listen to what was going on in the room right next to you and Jean’s shared suite. You sat up groggily, pushing your weight up against Jean’s chest. Your eyes studied his sleeping form, he looked so peaceful— eyes shut, mouth slightly agape with tossed hair. Despite his handsome face, you frowned. How could he sleep through all the noise spilling into the room?

“Ride it just like that, baby.”

“It feels so good-!”

“So fuckin’ pretty, y’know that?”

You didn’t think twice about swinging your feet off the bed to march to the room over. Your fist gave the heavy wooden door about five hard knocks. That’s when the door swung open and you were met with a shirtless Eren who’s pajama pants that sat low on his waist. You only hoped he didn’t catch the way your eyes wandered on his toned body, past his pecks to his abs and the onto the prominent hard on he had showing through his thin pajama pants.

“What do you want?” He asks with a look of irritation heavy on his face.

“Can you keep it down, please? Everyone down the hall can hear you.” You say, arms crossed over your chest as you looked up at him.

“Who’s everyone?” He quirks a brow and leans against the door frame. “If I'm bothering them they can come tell me.” Eren says. There was something about the way he looked at you that said— he may have been amused by your presence for some reason.

“Ever thought that you may be making them uncomfortable?” You ask with knitted brows.

“Never crossed my mind.” Eren shakes his head and shrugs.

“You’re the worst—” A bright voice cuts you off before you can dig into him.

“Eren? Who is it?” Historia’s voice calls from inside of the room making Eren look behind him.

“It’s (Name).” His voice is simple.

“Oh?” You hear soft footsteps before her smaller frame appears in the doorway, she pressed up against Eren’s side in a half hug. “Hi, (Nickname)! Is something wrong?” Historia gives you a worried look. She looks fucked out. Flushed cheeks and sex hair with on of Eren’s t-shirts loosely hanging onto her petite form. Jealous. Why did you feel jealous?

“No, Hisu..” You give her a reassuring smile. “Could you guys maybe.. Keep it down? Please?” You can see the flush on her cheeks become more prominent when she realizes what you meant.

“We’re so sorry,” She gushes. “Isn’t that right, Eren?” She looks up at the taller man who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you came to the door. “Yeah whatever, sure.” Eren says.

“Thank you.”

DAY 4.

When you exited the bathroom you were met with the cooler and dry air from the bedroom.

You saw Jean sitting on the edge of the king sized bed entertaining himself with his phone. He was just wearing a pair of light blue boxers with different kinds of sprinkled donuts on them.

"Hi." A soft on your lips as you greeted your handsome lover. Jean looked up, the corners of his lips tugging upward as he saw you inch closer to him. He locks his phone before tossing it to the side somewhere on the bed.

"Hey." He replies, allowing you to slip onto his lap. Your thighs on either side of his waist straddling him while your hands rested on his shoulders.

"You look refreshed.” He states, a soft smile on his lips as he studies your face.

“I am. I wish you would have joined me though.” You gave him a playful pout holding back a giggle.

"Hm?” He gave you a quick peck on the lips before pulling away and looked into your eyes. “You should’ve dragged me.” Jean smiled at you. His big hands were warm and comforting as they sat firmly on your hips massaging and kneading at the extra fat there slowly. It was comforting for you and just the type of affection you loved from him. Jean always knew what to do when your body was in his hands. It's exactly what you craved: him being close to you, giving you sweet touches and his kisses. He made you feel good— loved and wanted.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of his neck taking in his scent. He smelled lightly of something tropical and refreshing from the body wash he used earlier. You snuggled up to him tighter before you spoke and Jean wrapped his arms around your lower waist, hugging you back.

“Dragged you? Oh, because ‘m so strong, right?” Your voice was slightly muffled but he heard you clearly regardless.

“Hey, you’ve been pumping a lot of iron recently.” He teases, his hand running up and down your back.

You both sat there in silence enjoying each other's company and warmth. There wasn’t a word spoken and yet the two of you were on the same page. An air of affection between you both that seemed to grow even stronger— more intoxicating as you melted into each other’s touch. You couldn’t get any closer to each other if you tried and.. That frustrated you a little bit. Jean could sense your frustration when you got clingy like this, only opting to squeeze you tighter while muttering the utterances “I’m here.” and “I’m not going anywhere.”

God, it hurts. It hurt so much because you knew that if he found out about what’s been going on between you and Eren he wasn’t going to be here anymore. He’d leave you without a second thought and that scared you copious amounts. You weren’t perfect, you were far from it, but you loved Jean with all of your being as crazy as it might sound. If you really loved him then why would you cheat? Why would you continue to cheat and not even come clean about it if you loved him so much? Why would you let your partner suffer in blissful ignorance? Kissing you with the same lips you kissed another man, sharing your most intimate parts with another man— not even just a man but someone he considered a long time friend. The answer is that you’re selfish. You don’t know what you’d do if Jean left.

Sighing, you got off his lap and crawled to the pillows propped up the headboard and laid down. Jean watched you from over his shoulder, seeing that you held your arms out making grabby hands at him. He chuckled a bit and crawled to where you were on the pillows. He laid beside you, propping himself up with his elbow and rested his arm over your midsection.

"How was today?" Jean asked softly. You watched him turn his attention from your face to pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. A gentle smile grows on your lips when his golden eyes are on yours once again. You thought back on earlier today, going to a ski resort was fun. Of course a few of the guys were way in their element, Jean, Eren and Connie specially. The rest of the group were looking awkward and goofy on their feet wearing the heavy gear. Watching Jean snowboard was always an exciting time. He looked so good in his gear, a beanie with the thick framed goggles resting on his forehead— all topped off with the cutest red nose.

“I had a great time.." You trailed off looking down. You took his hand that rested on your belly and began to mindlessly play with his pretty slender fingers. Jean smiled at your cuteness, but he knew there was something else on your mind that was bothering you— something that he wasn’t telling you.

“What’s bothering you then?” He asks.

“Nothing..” You trail off. “I just.. need you inside of me.”

One thing led to another and Jean was positioned in between your legs, his hands holding behind your knees and spreading your thighs open. His cock was resting at your throbbing hole and his hips were making the tip of his leaking cock push into your cunt ever so slightly. You bit your lip in anticipation but you knew what game he was playing: how long both of you could hold out until one of you got inevitably frustrated.

“J, c’mon.. stop.” You whined, your hips rolling up into his. Jean’s patience was already running thin, sinking into your hot and invited pussy almost immediately after your urgency. The both of you let out explicitly moans and curses as he bottomed out. Your face contorting in slight discomfort at his size. Jean let you adjust for a few seconds as his fat cock split your tight pussy for the first time since the night before the trip. It always amazed him how tight you were after pounding into your hole time after time.

Jean’s hip started to pump into you at a slow pace, angling his hips in a precise position as he stroked. He leaned over to place a kiss on your lips. The skin on skin contact makes your heart flutter as you wrap your arms around his neck. It felt amazing, he felt amazing. Being one with him was a different kind of love, one that needed to be cherished— one that was sacred. It was something not everyone could find and for that you consider yourself to be lucky.

“I love you.” He said with a smile, continuing to roll his hips into yours. You searched in his eyes looking for any signs of hesitation but saw nothing but sincerity, admiration and warmth. It was.. overwhelming to see and your emotions were starting to catch up to you. You’re in love with Jean but you didn’t deserve him. He deserved better, much better than you. When that realization hits, you couldn’t stop the tears from pooling at your waterline. The fat teardrops spilling out of the corners of your eyes and onto the pillow beneath you due to gravity. You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment.

“Pumpkin, what's the matter?” Jean asks, his voice in a hushed yet worrisome as he stops all his movements. He moves your hands from your face and wipes your tears with his thumbs, desperately trying to make eye contact with you but you refuse to look him in the eyes.

“Talk to me, please.” He furrows his brows at you, putting his hand under your chin getting you to look at him.

“You're gonna laugh at me.” You feel the temperature in your face and tips of your ears rise in heat.

‘I won't. Come on, tell me.” He urged you on softly.

“Nothing.. I just.. I really love you, J.” You sniffed. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

“Yeah?” Jean felt his heart swell at your words, smiling softly as kissed away your tears. He could have sworn they tasted sweet like a rich honey.

You clenched around his cock and it made his head spin, his hips snapping into yours repeatedly chasing after each other's releases. Your arms wrapped around his head, fingers getting lost in his hair as he rutted into you.

“Always gonna love you, gonna marry you, baby..” Jean says into the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Fuck me, fuck me just like that..” You urged him.

“You feel so good. Fuck, you feel amazing.” Jean moans. “You’re the prettiest girl in the whole, you know that?”

“Jean, I’m so lucky to have you..” You mewl through your tears.

“I love you, I love you, I-” He repeated over and in your ear. Jean's hips found a familiar spot deep within you that made you see white. You came hard and without warning, your walls pulsating around him while you called out his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say. You began to praise him through your orgasm, babbling him how good he was making you feel and how much you loved him.

“Shit-” Jean struggled to speak properly, feeling his balls tighten ready to fill you up with his cum. His thrusts became sloppier and his original rhythm was lost as he neared his release. He sits up, hooking the back of your knees in his hands to spread your thighs further,

“Where do you want it?” He asked quickly.

“Inside me, baby.” You gave him a fucked out smile.

Jean didn't think twice about it, stilling his hips against yours and shooting his thick white ropes deep into your cunt. He didn't realize just how loud he was moaning until he stopped, leaning over to place a kiss on your lips. His body rested against yours, pumping into you slowly riding out the last moments of his high until he pulled out of you— admiring the white trail oozing out of your throbbing hole.

DAY 5.

It was 9AM on the dot and the kitchen, dining and living room areas were busy with bodies that morning. Chatter, laughter and the clatter of forks hitting the thick glass plates could be heard throughout as well as the hearty aroma of various breakfast items that filled the lodge— the smell of the bacon, eggs, french toast, pancakes, orange juice, and fruits could make anyone hungry.

The fatigue from your slumber still clung on hard to your body as you stood behind Jean. Your arms were wrapped around his bare midsection, head resting against his toned back with your eyes closed while he flipped the next batch of pancakes. You could fall asleep again right now holding onto his warmth like a baby koala holding on to its mother.

“Are you eating?” Jean asks, his voice was low but that's alright because you knew he was addressing you.

“I’m waitin’ for you.” You answer with a hand running over the firm dips of his abs.

“It’s gonna be a bit, that okay?” You can’t see, but Jean has a small smile ghosting over his lips.

“Mhm.” You hummed. You sang along softly to the stereo absentmindedly while you listened to Armin, Sasha and Connie chat at the island counter.

“So how’d everyone sleep last night?” Sasha asks, her brown eyes bright with excitement as she shoves a fork stacked full with pancake. It seemed like the question had been perfect timing as Eren was entering the kitchen from the dining area.

“Awful.” Eren says this under his breath, walking past you and Jean to get to the refrigerator. He opens the large door and grabs a bottle of water before shutting the door.

“Huh? Why?” Sasha asks, her mouth full of food as she speaks.

“Because some people here don’t know how to be discrete when they fuck.” Eren twists the cap off the bottle and takes a swing. Jean locks his jaw and you can feel his body tense under your hold. Your face rises in temperature in both embarrassment and anger. Sure, a part of you may have done it out of spite— payback from a couple nights before but was bringing this up in front of everyone really appropriate?

“C’mon, man. I’m eating.” Connie groans and shakes his head with a look of annoyance on his face. Eren shrugs.

“I mean, it’s expected. We’re in a lodge full of couples.” Armin chimes in.

“Yeah but I guess some of us have more respect than others.” Eren says.

“Eren,” You sigh and remove yourself from Jean. “Please shut the fuck up, you hypocrite.” You say. The rest of your friends in the vicinity watched on as this was nothing new to them. You two have always been at each other’s throats. Honestly, they wondered how a friendship could even form seeing the way you guys fought like a married couple.

“I would, if you would’ve last night—“ Jean cut Eren off before he could finish his sentence.

“Why are you always such an asshole?” Jean asks. “Because I’m starting to think you’re jealous. You wanna fuck my girl or something?” Jean’s words make your heart drop into your stomach and suddenly you feel like you want to throw up. The anxiety flaring up from deep within your chest was dizzying and your stomach felt like it was in knots— constantly dropping as the seconds passed.

“That’s ironic coming from you.” The emerald eyed man takes a couple steps forward closer to you and your boyfriend.

“Eren..” You warn.

“What?” Jean challenged and stepped closer to Eren, the gap between the two men now too close for comfort. There was a line when it came to these kinds of arguments. They were frequent however, some boundaries couldn't be crossed or else things would escalate. Oftentimes when emotions and things like agitation are running high it is easy to forget those things. After all, whether you liked it or not, everyone there was a friend... But it seems funny to care about feelings and friendship given the situation you’re in with Eren, huh?

“Hey,” You step in between the two, looking up at Jean with furrowed brows and your smaller hands resting on his pecs. “Can we just— not do this today? Please don’t fight.” You pleaded and Jean’s eyes flicked down to yours. Seeing the worry all too evident of your features made him relax just a bit. Still upset, he grabs the sides of your face while making eye contact with Eren and plants a kiss on your lips. You blink up at him when he pulls away.

“Do we have to get Reiner and Bertholdt to hold you guys back again?” Connie asks. “Chill out.”

“Nah, everything’s fine.” Jean says. “Let’s eat.”

DAY 6.

You smiled at the way the colorful sugared sprinkles sat daintily atop of the mini mountain of melting marshmallows and whipped cream as your fingers worked. Both mugs looked too cute sitting on the serving tray side by side with four cookies stacked neatly against each other. It was not more than 10 pm, Jean was feeling a bit hungry and you convinced him that some hot cocoa and sugar cookies would do the trick. You made the cookies from scratch, luckily there were enough ingredients to whip them up really quick. The kitchen was rather dark with the only light coming from the bulb above the oven. It gave the area a warm glow while you walked around, soft lofi music playing from the Alexa on the kitchen island. You were just about done, placing last minute touches on the tray like napkins and a tiny cup of milk. You were too caught up to notice a certain someone enter the kitchen.

When Eren sees you and rolls his eyes, his heart rate picks up slightly as he wasn’t expecting your presence. He looked around at his surroundings, everything looked normal besides the tray of cookies sitting out on top of the oven. He walked over and grabbed one, taking a bite out of it before speaking to you.

“Hey.” Eren greets you with a bored tone, his jaw munching on the sweet treat. Your heart jumps at the sudden sound of the voice causing your body to jolt. You look in his direction and blink. His eyes squint when you don’t respond to him and turn back to finish what you were previously doing. He lets out a dry chuckle before he walks over to you, leaning so that the small of his back was rested against the counter— his arms folded over his chest. “So you’re ignoring me now.” He smiles in disbelief.

“Leave me alone.” You say, not even giving him the time of day to even look in his direction.

“I don’t want to fight you.” Eren states, his eyes watching the way you place the cute toppings on the hot cocoa.

“Then why are you talking to me?” You mumble.

“I want to apologize..” He pauses. “But honestly, you’re being a bitch.”

“I’m not doing this right now.” You shake your head, hands going to pick up the tray. He stops you with a firm hand on your upper arm.

“Stop running away from me.” He says.

“You’re unbearable, Eren. Yesterday was not okay,” You start. “I really fucking hate you and I want nothing to do with you ever.” Your voice waivers as you speak, suddenly feeling the sting of tears in your eyes as you look up at him.

“No, you don't.” Eren shakes his head. “Not as much as you think..” He

“Let me go.” You say.

“Kiss me first.” Eren quips.

“Have you not been listening to a word I’ve been sa—” He cuts you off.

“Just shut up and fucking kiss me..” His eyes flickering to your lips as he leans in closer to your face.

Everything in you tells you to stop. Pull away. Push him. Walk away. Think about Jean— Jean, Jean, Jean.. but you don’t. Then Eren’s plump lips are on your own sharing an uncharacteristically soft kiss, it triggers the butterflies in your tummy. You can taste the sweetness on his lips as he moves against you, slowly falling deeper into the kiss. Eren pulls away, his forehead resting on yours as he looks you in the eyes. He whispers an apology that consists of two simple words and your head nods against his slowly, silently telling him that it was okay.

DAY 7.

Eren sat on the couch on the opposite side of you. His thighs were spread as he leaned back deeper into the soft plush of the cushions while his eyes were red, blown and lidded. He held one of the three joints being passed around between his fingertips, taking large hits every time he nursed the blunt to his lips. Big clouds of smoke escaped his lips with every exhale. You knew he was feeling good from the way he chuckled at Connie’s outlandish stories and schemes. It was maybe hour three after the ecstasy was taken, all of you about to hit your peak of your highs. The weed was only furthering the euphoric feeling coursing through your bodies. The music wasn’t only something you listened to but you felt it.

There was a moment where you locked eyes with Eren, almost having a silent conversation— it was only confirmed when Eren got up from his spot on the couch disappearing upstairs. You kissed Jean’s cheek before getting off of his lap, telling him that you were going to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t a lie, you ended up in the bathroom— only with Eren.

“C’mon, you followed me up here for a reason, tell me.” He says.

“I want you to stuff me full,” Your hands tightly gripped the porcelain from the sink as he grabbed a fistful of your (color) locks making you look into the mirror above the bathroom sink. You two looked completely tweaked out of your minds with pupils the size of blueberries.

“With what?” He asks.

“Cock— your cock-!” You cry.

“Yeah?” He smiles, his eyes never leave your own as his lips travel to your neck making his teeth sink into your skin. The sensation is so painful yet delicious. He takes his other hand and wraps it around your throat.

“Please hurry,” You whimper and push your hips back onto his big cock. It earns you an irritated groan from the brunette.

“So greedy..” He tuts. “What’s the rush? Don’t want anyone finding out about us?” God, he’s so fucking mean. He already knows the answer and yet he holds it over your head. If you weren’t high you’d probably be mad, but right now a coherent thought was not on the menu.

“Eren, please,” You sound so pathetic begging for him.

“It’s fucking crazy how you can talk so much shit,” He rubbed his cock on your ass. “But beg for my cock a couple days later.”

Eren grabs the base of his cock and aligns himself with your hole. He slides himself into your wet cunt slowly, his eyes fixed on how his big cock pry your walls open. It almost makes him dizzy, it's been too long since he’s had your pussy. Your whimpers and whines only further his yearning to pound into your hole. He knows you’re struggling to take him, you always do. For you it feels like you could be taking two cocks at once from Eren’s size. Eren’s hand gave the curve of your back a gentle push, silently telling you to arch and relax. He was halfway in and your knees were already shaking. You were holding most of your weight up on the counter, the rest

As much as he wanted to savor all of you, time really wasn’t an option right now so it didn’t take long for Eren’s hips to start moving in and out of you at a hurried pace, selfishly chasing after his own high rather than satisfying you. It's not on purpose, he just trusted you to finish too. You both knew that you were in a time crunch— if you wanted to cum you’d do it. Eren watched the way your ass jiggled every time his pelvis slammed into you, his big hands gripping at your plump cheeks and every now and again landing hard slaps to the supple skin. He was hitting every right spot in you effortlessly and soon the familiar tightening in your lower belly was growing a knot waiting to break.

“You’re my bitch.” Eren grits harshly through his teeth. He grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head up and back to his chest causing an unnatural curve in your back while his breath was hot on your ear. You were forced to look into the mirror once again, feeling embarrassment, arousal and guilt looking at your reflection— getting fucked by another man. You were disgusting, but why did Eren make you feel so good?

“You hear me? You’ll never be anything else. Don’t ever fucking forget it.” His harsh words were sent right to your cunt, pushing you into the onset of your orgasm.

“Eren, ‘m gonna cum,” You struggled to get out.

“I know, ‘can feel it.” His sounds strained too.

Eren is wrapped around your neck, choking you hard enough for your vision to become blurry. His face was smothered in the side of your head as the relentless thrusts from his cock continued to ram into your cunt. Your hands grip onto his bicep and forearm for support, biting your bottom lip to silence your moans. Your high ripped through your body in intense waves, walls clamping down and creaming on his cock.

“God, I fucking love you.” Eren groans into your ear. His hips falter a bit and he halts his movement, his cock giving one violent twitch right before spills his load into your pussy. Eren’s words don’t register with your ears until after the fact he’s come. He lets his cock slip from in between your thighs and his seed drips from your hole and onto the seat of your panties around ankles.

You look at Eren through the mirror.

“Eren.. what did you just say?” You ask. Eren doesn’t look up at you, only opting to pull up his pants and boxers. Before you could speak again, there was a knock on the bathroom door followed a voice:

“(Name)? Eren? Are you guys in here..?”

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sometimes i think about how i only started watching aot because a friend told me levi was their favorite character and the first thing i remember seeing him do was beat the shit out of eren

Made my day tbh

Ice Skating | Eren

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You and Eren had been in love all of your life. From the moment you started skating he was always right there to hold your hand, to kiss your skinned knees and to help you up. He had been your skating partner before he was your lover.

Your parents thought it was the cutest thing. Watching you both practice until perfection, until you both were old enough to qualify for competitions.

Even then, no matter the weather you both were practicing. Day in and day out practicing like your lives depended on it. He always had his hand on the lower part of your back.

As you were putting on your tights you could feel him staring holes into your back. It was always like this once you both turned 18, it was like he never wanted to keep it in his pants. He was always horny and he was always staring you down until you finally admitted that you were the same.

It was almost too cute how insatiable he was. You could hear him walking over and you could feel him behind you, his entire presence had you quivering a bit. He said nothing but he placed his rough hands against your shoulders and rubbed them together. "Feel good?" He asked, breathy even though all he did was walk over to you.

"Mhm." You could barely trust your voice but even that small sound squeaked and he chuckled.

"You're so tight up here," His hands traveled lower to the center of your back before he circled his thumb against your spine, kissing up your neck. His knee rubbed back and forth against the fabric of your tights and he smiled before kissing the nape of your neck. "Just relax, okay? Okay baby? It's just me here."

But here, of all places? In the locker room where anyone can walk in?

His fingers continued to work their way down until they tugged at your tights, "Wait-"

"You just look so cute." He said, kissing your lips. His lips were soft against your, he pulled your tights and his hand went inside. It wasn't no surprise to him that you were already soaking wet, no matter how embarrassed you seemed, you were always as turned on by him as he was by you. Slick ran down your trembling legs as you turned your face away from him. "Can I..." He trailed off, he never knew how to ask for this, even with his dick pressing deep into you. When your eyes locked his, he took your hand in his and let you feel just what you do to him.

Your hands were shaking and your eyes were wide. He was so big and hard. Throbbing in your hands as he pressed you against the lockers. "Please?" He put his head down between your breast and rubbed himself between your tights. "J-just this once." You couldn't stop yourself from kissing him against and grinding into him more, your harsh breathing mixed together, it wasn't that cold at first but now you both really need to warm each other up.

"Please." You moaned. "Just the tip. J-" Blood rushed to your face as he lowered himself to rid you of the rest of your clothes. You were sensitive even just from him removing your clothes, but he spread your folds and watched as the clear sticky wetness stretched apart.

"That's so... so much." He groaned to himself before he put your leg on his hip. "Just the tip? You sure baby?"

You bit your lip and nodded, dazed. Your toes curled and your mouth formed an 'O' when he slipped between your folds. "Oh. Eren. I-" He continued to stretch you out, his hips moving at an annoyingly slow pace, his tip meeting your clit before slipping back inside.

"You like when I fuck you like this?" His dirty words had you gasping as he continued. "Can I go just a bit deeper? You feel so good. You're so wet and I just need to..." You squeezed around him and he groaned, his eyes shut. "You like how this feels? When it's just my tip fucking you and making you feel good like this?"

He slipped in a bit deeper and watched as you struggled to take him, "Wait... just..."

He was so big inside of you, letting his cock slip inside and out while you squirmed. "I love you." He whispered close to your ears, sinking completely in, rubbing his thumb in circles around your clit. "You're just so cute."

His hips slapped impatiently against yours and he pressed kissing into your neck. "Oh Eren, I...I." Your mind was blanking, you were too engrossed by the sight of him pounding inside of you, wetness dripping all around his cock and small squirts coming out of you.

"I know baby." Slowing down, he grabbed your other leg and continued to fuck into you.

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the sun hasn’t raised up and you woke up clenching your thighs together after the wet dream you woke up from noticing that eren was up with just his pajama pants on. his dick following his footsteps as he approached you from the balcony rolling his blunt. his hair in the messy man bun, his tattoos decorated his skin and his ear piercing shining in the mid dark room. you two ended up in bed passing the blunt to one another, not paying attention to the low tv in the background. playing too much around eren and telling him about your little dream about him blowing your back out. and you in nothing but a braless white wife beater and a thong that was hooked on your ass cheek which was constantly getting hard smacks. the bed rocking back and forth from your husband’s hard nonstop thrust. he tugged on your tank top for your ass to meet his pelvic just to hear those skin slapping noises along with the squelching of you creamy pussy. your brazilian wig lace in a messy bun as the baby hairs sticks to your forehead from the sweating. eren groans at how tight your clench around his cock and the white cream that coated his dick whenever he went balls deep in you. spreading your asscheeks just to smack them to see how it recoiled. your face was hot from the heavy toxic smell of weed eren was smoking. ” oh my…goddd” you moaned try to find something to hold on to as eren pressed your arch lower to deepen his strokes. “ throw that shit back mama” the sudden action caused you to scream rolling your eyes and eren murmuring little “ fucks” and “ shit”. “ god- eren shittt- you’re too deep!”. “ yeah? how deep am i mamas- is it here?” he emphasized pressing on your stomach listening to how broken your whining and your moans became. “ please- ‘ren slow down” he ignored you grabbing your chin letting you teary eyes meet his low red ones as he blew the smoke on your face chuckle at how you shut your eyes closed. he put out the blunt on the ashtray near the big bed you shared pressing open mouthed kisses on you plump lips and your neck. he gripped the headboard of the bed eying you with low eyes and a smile on his pretty face. how your wet lashes kissing your cheeks, nose all pink and runny from the cries and lips swollen. with your arch breaking and your thighs and legs shaking you began to babble non understandable words. mind all clouded and going dumb. “ what you trynna say baby?” you felt close and so overstimulated and tried to get away from the tall strong man you gripped on your hips not letting you run away knowing that both of you were close to your climax. “ why you runnin’ away- you gon’ take all this ma”. hearing how he talked to you had your cunt sucking him in if you weren’t doing so already. you forgot to warn eren before you squirted, soaking his whole dicks and pelvic. he laughed behind you, tapping his tip to help you with your release before entering you again to release his cum deep inside of you. <3

model!eren headcannons but it’s just random shit like actually

model!eren who brings home every piece of clothing he walks in and asks the designer for any of the extra pieces he can bring home for you

model!eren who has to have you at his photoshoots or at the very least have you on facetime or he can’t focus

model!eren who brings you along to the after runway parties where he shows you off to everything that breathes, especially to the girls that flirt with him on set

model!eren who fucks you good before he goes on set for his first vogue cover, sporting his after-sex glow, radiating on the cover

model!eren who’s trying to keep quiet in his dressing room while you give him the most soul erecting blowjob he’s ever had before he goes onto a nude photoshoot.

model!eren who’s cock is still embarrassingly leaking when he goes out there.

model!eren who tells the editors to leave the cum dripping down his cock in the picture.

the way armin screamed when he saw that eren was really dead is actually my last straw i will never be recovering ever