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My Warrior
pairing(s): eren jaeger x black-coded! fem! reader
w/c: around 2k
warnings: NSFW, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), p-in-v, soft sex, eren loves you a lot, baby talk, eren wants a daughter first
written with inspiration from all the avatar fics floating around, comments and reblogs r loved dearly
LOOK at you. Standing all too pretty for his liking.
The coast is known for its beautiful waters, but today it seems as if the water sparkles even brighter behind you. You don’t even know how much attention you attract just by standing there. Those long, thick curls of yours are braided, falling down your back and curling again towards the ends. Your chest is covered by beads and shells, decorated and woven together by yourself to end just beneath your breasts. Similar to the long skirt extending down to your bare feet.
And his favorite, a braided anklet with a pretty green gemstone—gifted to you by himself. There’s a smile on your lips as you intently listen to the young girl in front of you—very likely ranting to you about boy troubles, he guesses. His eyes drift to the babbling baby on your hip who occasionally interrupts your conversation, your nephew. You have to tug his hand away from your hair a few times, his tiny fingers exploring the beads within his reach.
You holding a baby is a picture he can get used to…
Lately, the topic of having children has been brought up more than usual. Both of his parents haven’t been pushy per say…but last night's dinner made him consider the thought a little more. His mother mentioned something about how she wouldn’t mind having a little grandbaby to coddle since she can’t coddle him anymore. He's been thinking about what your child would look like, a little too often if you ask him. You’ve always been good with children, even when they were teenagers. But back then, he was concerned with other things. It’s different now, he can provide for you and protect you.
Would they have your nose? Your hair? Your pretty smile?
“How did you know Eren was the one?” Lyra asks, and you can’t help but furrow your eyebrows, adjusting the baby on your hip. It wasn’t a difficult question, just one you never thought about before. You kind of just...knew?
“Hmm, I’ll tell you a little secret.” Her eyes grow wide, excited to hear something no one else about the clan's strongest warrior.
“I fell in love with a loud troublemaker who would do anything for his people. He wasn’t always the big silent warrior everyone thinks he is.” Lyra was a bit too young to remember this hotheaded phase of his. Your gaze shifts to the group of men a couple feet away from you, meeting Eren’s own eyes. You lift your free hand, waving with a soft grin across your lips.
He stands to his full height, walking towards the two of you. You can tell he’s just come back from a hunt, his bun a little messier than usual. Hunting knife strapped to his thigh. There is something about the way he looks after a hunt that makes your tummy stir. The deep brown loincloth sits low on his hips, showing off his carved v-line molded by years of training. His toned chest is bare as of right now, save for the scars scattered across. Each one with its own unique story.
“Hi.” You lean up on the tips of your toes, pressing a sweet, but short kiss in greeting. To which he happily reciprocates, his hand finding its place around your hip. Lyra gushes over the interaction before her. He greets your nephew with a gentle squeeze to his chubby cheek with one hand. He’s gifted with a gummy smile, save for the two baby teeth in front.
“You talking about me?” The giggle that slips from your lips makes him all the more curious.
“Good things, I promise.” Lyra nods, giving him a thumbs up, but Eren is not very convinced.
“Yeah? Must’ve been pretty funny.”
“A little,” Eren almost catches himself rolling his eyes at your little joke. “Let me take him home before he gets fussy.” He nods, watching you bid your goodbyes to Lyra. He waves to Lyra as well before following after you to your sister’s home.
VISITING your sister is always a trip, because if there is anyone who is always on his case about making her an aunt, it is her. You apologize to him about her on the way back home, but Eren doesn’t seem to mind this time. All he wants to do is go home, having finished everything he needed to do early. A rare occurrence.
Never did he imagine himself sitting in a shared home with you, carving a little bear with a knife and some wood while you chop up some extra medicinal herbs in front of him for tomorrow. You’re humming an old lullaby that’s been passed through the clan for decades.
“Come here for sec.” You turn around to see his open arms for you. Eyebrows raised, you walk in between his legs. Eren’s arms wrap around your thighs, soft flesh caged in by muscle. His cheek resting on your tummy, brown locks tickling your belly ever so slightly. You smile at his little moments of clinginess like this. “Do you think about what ours would look like?”
“Hm?” Your fingers gently run through his hair, waiting for him to continue his thoughts. Even though you know exactly what he’s talking about. The thought of a baby doesn’t sound bad at all, and the two of you have been together long enough for you to say you’re ready.
“Just…thinking.”
“Hmm, I think they’ll have your eyes…maybe your stubbornness,” You hear him scoff below you, eliciting a short giggle from yourself in return. “but I hope they’ll have your strength, because you are stronger than anyone I have ever met.” He hums, rubbing your thighs up and down.
“Something you wanna ask me, Eren?” He stands up slowly, hands now resting on your hips.
“There is no one else who I want to call the mother of my children. No one else but you.” The eye contact he maintains is soft, with underlying layers of lust to be uncovered. Your eyes search his face as he does your own before he cups your cheek, connecting his lips to your own. Kisses with Eren still feel like you are a teenager with a little crush on the chief’s son. Eren’s kiss is careful. He wants to take his time with you, slowly exploring your mouth. His hands fall to your waist, gently pressing you into him until he’s sitting back down with you straddling his thighs. His hands drop to your ass, rolling the pliable flesh into soft circles. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. Your skirt is bunched up around your hips now, nothing but the damp, thin cloth of your panties keep you from the thick bulge beneath you.
You can still taste the sweet berries you fed him earlier.
Before the two of you can go any further, he moves his hands to the back of your thighs to wrap them around his waist. You giggle, breaking away from the kiss as he carries you to the thick mat you two share. He lays you down gently, sitting on his heels in between your legs. His fingers hook onto the waistband of your skirt and panties, slipping them off together. He lifts one of your legs by the ankle, resting it on his shoulder. Pressing slow, sweet kisses all the way from your ankle to your inner thighs. The intensity of his half lidded eyes almost make you embarrassed to keep eye contact with. You want to know what he’s thinking about.
He presses his hands against the back of your knees, leaving you bare to his eyes. Oh how he loves to see the fat lips of your cunt soaked in your slick. Your pretty little pink pearl is peeking out from between. His eyes explore your body before his mouth does, dipping his tongue into that sweet pool of honeyed essence dripping from you. Your legs almost close around his head when his tongue brushes against your clit, but Eren is much quicker. Those big, veiny hands of his keep your legs open for him to feast on your sweet pussy like a starved man. You don’t know what it is about Eren for him to so easily reduce you to a mush of babbling thoughts.
Is it the way he sucks on your clit? Or is it the way his fingers make you tremble?
The whines and the choked up moans are a sweet melody that he will never get tired of.
“Eren…” You mewl. He can feel you getting close with the way your tummy contracts underneath the palm of his hand. He sits up, wiping his mouth with back his hand all the while looking down at you. Your chest piece has risen up your breasts, exposing the dark hardened nipples to his eyes. He leans down until his forehead brushes against yours. Lips brushing against your own before he actually closes the distance between you two. Loose pieces of his chestnut locks brushing against your cheek. His hands hike your legs around your waist, loincloth long gone. Three, sweet little taps to your hole before he slides in carefully. Your fingers curl against his back as he lets out an airy groan into your ear. He lets you get adjusted, waiting for that gentle squeeze before he can sit back. He brings your legs up until they’re straight, pretty feet hanging over his shoulders.
“You’re so fucking pretty, you know that right?” You don’t have to answer because he knows you know. He leans forward until your anklet is at his ear. His bun is long gone, casting a short curtain around the two of you. All you can focus on is how deep he is inside of you as he quickens his pace. Tears beading at the corners of your eyes, taking every single thrust he gives you. A whiney moan escapes your lips at a particularly deep thrust, it feels like his stupid fat cock is bullying your poor pussy.
“A daughter, a little princess…how does that sound?” He whispers, thumb rubbing at the tear running down your cheek. You’re barely coherent as he murmurs such sweet words to you. He slows down, fucking into you ever so slowly, dragging his thick cock against your walls until he’s to the hilt every time. And with every thrust it draws out sounds you didn’t even know you could make. Until you feel that familiar warmth coil at the pit of your belly before it bursts. Warm walls spasming all around his dick, your legs tremble around his head.
“You with me?” He stops, looking you into your teary eyes, lips all glossy from your messy kisses. You nod, cupping his cheek. He kisses you softly, releasing his hold from your legs and wrapping them back around his waist.
“I’ll give you as many as you want.” You murmur against his lips. It almost feels like he gets thicker inside you at your words.
“Yeah?” He’s answered with a moan because his hips moved faster than your mouth could. Reduced to nothing but whines once more. You’re much more sensitive now, but Eren’s hips slam into your own with no intentions of slowing down. You can feel him getting close, harder and quicker thrusts determined to get you pregnant. Your nails dig into his back, hugging him to you. That warm feeling is coming back to your tummy, but perhaps it is Eren’s drive today that makes your next orgasm so much…wetter. Your release soaks his dick, Eren following in suit, spilling his load as deep as possible. He stays inside you for a moment, resting his head onto your chest. Eyes closed, listening to your heartbeat. The flames from the lamps illuminate you two, reflecting off the thin sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies.
You brush his hair away from his face, fingertips brushing against his cheek.
“A sweet, little girl…”
No one is really surprised to see the glow you carry within the upcoming months, your sister's suspicions are confirmed when the bump begins to take shape. An heir at last?