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toxic man eren 😁😁😁

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lawrd😩😫

⋆♱ wakeup2dis ⋆♱ eren j.

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.

lord , chile 😮‍💨

i NEED a n!gga to do me good

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 —

— : [ nsfw ] fingering, cunnilingus, pet names, filming, unprotected sex (filming is consensual) + ex best friends step brother 😈 (reader is here to get her lick back!)

— : wc : 1k+

a/n - eren is just there to do a good deed. he also definitely has a thing for the reader but they’re not together just yet. (reader has a shitty ex) — also there’s no stepcest here. eren is the older step brother of her friend.

breakups were hard for everyone. you were certain that enough people had experienced heartache in the same way that you did but it was more embarrassing when you walked in on your, now ex boyfriend, fucking your, now ex best friend.

she had been so smug about it too, smirking at the stunned and stupid look on your face. he, at least, had the decency to run after you, begging for your forgiveness. you slapped him right across the face before storming out.

you told yourself you weren’t going to be petty about it. you were above that shit but when the two of them walked into campus, holding hands not even 3 days later, you were livid and once again embarrassed. how could you let someone like him play with you?

it was obvious eren, your now ex best friends older brother (step brother but semantics), had been trying to get with you for as long as you can remember. he would play it off as innocent flirting but you knew that if you gave in, he’d be down to fuck you and whatever else you wanted.

you knew, from the way she’d look and talk about him, that she had a crush on him. it was weird to you but you ignored a lot of red flags about the girl, always wanting to see the good in people.

“you’re spacing out again baby” he grins, teeth grazing your inner thigh as he glances towards his phone. he sends a wink to the camera and your face feels hot. he really had no shame.

“stop teasing me” you whine, gasping when you feel his tongue flatten against your pussy. your hands fly towards his head, gripping his hair tight enough that he groans, flicking your clit in retaliation.

he was so good with his tongue, eating your pussy like his favourite dessert. he didn’t break eye contact either, smiling against you when you felt shy enough to look away.

“come on baby, let me see that pretty face hm?” he chuckles, licking his lips as he slips his index and middle fingers into you. the rings were cold against your clit and you tried to close your legs on instinct.

“i bet he misses your pussy” eren says, looking at his phone camera again, “sweetest thing i’ve ever tasted”

“eren” you moan, hands going up to grip your breasts, wanting to put on a show for him and his camera.

“that’s right, let them know who’s making you feel good” he smirks, going back in to suck on your clit. his lips make a suction and he slurps, noise filling the room with embarrassing squelching sounds alongside your breathy moans.

he could listen to you for hours and he definitely planned to make your his permanently after he fucked you into oblivion.

“want you” you say, reaching out to grab his shoulders, “please”

you pout, pretty eyelashes batting up at him when he stands to remove his pants and boxers. your jaw nearly drops when you see his cock. you knew it was big from all the grinding and dry humping you’d been doing earlier in his car.

he grips his hard cock, thick and heavy. it’s flushed at the tip and it has you licking your lips.

“you ever let that dumb fuck hit it raw?” he asks, rubbing his tip between your folds, biting back a groan at how wet you are. if he was being completely honest, he’s thought about you like this for as long as he’s known you but seeing you under him like this, it was so much better than he imagined.

“no” you say, biting your lip as you look at the camera again. your face is hidden but it’s still pretty obvious who eren is fucking. he’s not shy about the camera, he hopes you’ll be into making more with him.

“yeah?” he grins, gasping when he slips his tip into you. he tries not to make any embarrassing noises so soon but god you feel so good around him. “fuck baby, just like that”

you’re no better yourself, spreading your legs wider for him. when you came to him with the idea of fucking on camera, knowing your ex would be so pissed off, you didn’t think you’d be this into it but you like seeing eren lose himself like this.

“will you cum inside me?” you moan, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, “please, i’ll be so good for you”

“y/n” he warns, biting your neck as he picks up his pace. he’d definitely give you what you want and so much more. he’s been around but never fucked anyone raw and he might be biased but your pussy was by far the best he’s ever had.

“you’re so deep” you moan louder, biting his earlobe when he goes to kiss your jaw.

“are you still okay baby?” he whispers, kissing your cheek and slowing down his pace significantly.

“yes” you nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, “please continue”

“as you wish” he grins, wrapping his hand loosely around your neck, “tap my arm twice if it gets too much”

when you nod, he frowns and leans down so your lips are almost touching.

“words baby, i need to know that you’re still with me” he says gently

“yes, i understand” you say, feeling a little shy. you weren’t necessarily inexperienced, quite the opposite really but you’ve never had anyone care so much about you and how you were feeling during sex.

“good girl” he grins down at you, tightening his hold around your neck a little more as he thrusts into you harder. squelching noises filled his bedroom alongside your pretty moans.

“gonna give you all my cum” he moans, hips stuttering when he feels you squeeze around him, muscles tightening at the thought of being stuffed full.

he loved how you looked. your eyes glazed over with unshed tears, lips puffy from the way you had been biting them and it was because of him and not your stupid fucking ex boyfriend or anyone else.

DADDY eren!!!😝

PROTECTIVE (SOON TO BE DADDY) EREN HEADCANONS

cw: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, oral (f), breeding kink, lactation kink, and adorable eren ♡

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who'd go on a work trip, and be so fucking anxious the entire time.

he wouldn't be able to relax, constantly worrying about you, he'd call you every two seconds and fr gets tears in his eyes when you show that you're just in bed with a huge ass stomach trying your hardest to sleep.

"I should be there"

"to watch me sleep?"

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who'd fall asleep on face time with you because he was so scared to hang up, all he wanted to do was to go back home and snuggle up with you.

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who'd absolutely eat you out every morning. without a doubt would spread your legs each morning and lap at your puffy cunt until you came. he'd suck at your clit forever if you'd let him

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who falls asleep with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your swollen stomach with a huge fucking grin cuz, yeah, his fucking kid is in there

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who has one hand on your pregnant belly and the other on your milk-filled tits while his cock rams in and out of you

"fuck, I love it when you're fucking filled with my baby"

"how bout I fuck another one in you, yeah?"

(sooooon to be) DADDY EREN: who takes very unflattering photos of you when you're in labor, resting on the hospital bed for memories

(sooooooooooon to be) DADDY EREN: who CRIES when the baby is born, holds it like it's gonna break, and ditches you for like 2 seconds before showing you & literally praising you for making it when you're just passing out from exhaustion

and, DADDY EREN: who loves your little creation with everything in him and thanks you every day for making, "the most beautiful thing to exist" and asks almost daily "so like, how'd you even MAKE that?"

((ps. DADDY EREN: who sucks your milk-filled tits while he fingers you, and fucking loves the taste))

reading this instead of my graphic novel🤦🏽‍♀️

When eren gets high he likes to eat it from the back.

he’ll have you on all fours, ass in the air, folds glistening in the light. He’ll spread your cheeks, watching with hooded eyes as your hole clenches around nothing.

he’ll use two of his fingers and spread your folds apart, thumb swiping over your clit, it’s so puffy and swollen and eren just wants it in his mouth.

so then he’s leaning his head down and collect some of your slick on his tongue before he’s latching onto your clit. Your arousal coats his face, he’s covered in you sweet slick from his nose down to his chin.

he’ll bring a heavy hand down on your ass, watching through his eyelashes as your ass shakes, before taking both of your ass cheeks in his hands and shaking it.

he’s ruthless as he fucks his tongue in and out of you quickly, thumb rubbing your clit. You push you face further into the bed sheets, trying to muffle the sound of your whines.

But eren doesn’t like that. He’s forcing his face away from your cunt, landing another sharp slap on your ass “don’t hold back. I wanna hear you cry for me”

masterlist

i have no words 😶…

Can’t stop thinkin bout how big your stepbrother eren’s dick is.

You didn’t mean to see it, it just happened. You had just come home from work and his door was cracked, you peaked your head in, expecting to see him scrolling on his phone or playing video games…

Instead eren laid shirtless on his bed, you watch with wide eyes as he moves his hand up and down, softly stroking his massive length.

His muscles flex, dick twitching in his hand as he inches closer and closer to his release.

A quiet gasp leaves your lips when eren moans out your name, “fuck y/n… just like that” he groans out as he picks up his pace. He cums all over his chest soon after with a final call of your name.

You quickly run towards your room, cheeks on fire and an uncomfortable stickiness coats your thighs.

Your quick to stuff your fingers in your cunt, biting down on your fist to stop yourself from moaning out eren’s name.

It’s been two days since what happened and you’ve been discreetly avoiding him, you think you’re doing a good job, claiming to be hanging out with friends or off studying somewhere.

But eren noticed, how could he not when the two of you went from hanging out together all the time to barely being in the same room for more than an hour.

He’s decided he had enough of your avoiding him.

So when both of your parents are at work the next day he pushes the door to your bedroom open, not bothering to knock.

“Eren?! You can’t just come in here without knocking!” You scold him.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He asks, arms crossed over his chest.

Your mouth opens, then closes again “what?” You ask 

“You heard me, you’ve been avoiding me for days now and I want to know why”

“It’s nothing, now leave… please” you say, standing from your bed and pushing eren in the direction of the door.

Eren takes your wrist in his hands, holding them between the two of you, staring into your eyes.

You’re not even aware that you’re leaning in until your lips meet eren’s, you quickly pull away, eyes wide, apologizes quickly falling from your lips.

Eren takes your face in your hand, your mouth snap’s shut. He brings his lips down to yours, kissing you with everything he has to offer.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for so long” eren breathes out as the two of you part for air, before he’s going back in for another one.

You whimper against his lips, squeezing your thighs tightly together, feeling that familiar ache in your core. “Wan’ you ren” 

“Yeah? Want your big brother to make you feel good?” 

“Mmm” you whine out, “yeah, wanna sit on your dick”

Eren pushes you down to sit on the bed, pulling your shirt over your head and letting it fall to the floor. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before he sucks it into his mouth.

He kisses his way down your chest, as his fingers tug at the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down your thighs and letting them pool at your feet. You quickly kick them off, letting them fall to the ground.

“Turn around, on your hands and knees, now” Eren watches as you change your position, ass facing him and his mouth waters as he takes in the sight of your slick puffy folds. He runs fingers through your folds, collecting your slick on his long digits before he brings them up to your mouth.

You part your lips, letting his fingers slip into your mouth as you suck your arousal off of them, moaning when the sweet slick coats your tongue.

“How’s it taste?” He asks, but instead of waiting for an answer he decides to go in for his own taste. He’s a goner from the very first swipe of his tongue through your folds.

Your hands reach behind you, instantly find his long hair, tugging at the roots as eren takes your sensitive clit into his mouth and sucks harshly, his nose poking at your entrance. 

“Eren!” You cry out when he pushes two of his fingers through your slick walls, quickly fucking then in and out of you as your clench around them.

Eren pulls away just as your about to cum, whining loudly as your orgasm is ripped away from you.

Your head turns to eren, ready to yell at him for not letting you cum but then you see him pushing his pants down his legs, thick cock slapping against his stomach.

He swipes his dick through your folds, letting your slick coat his length before he’s pushing the tip past your entrance and through your velvety walls.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight” he grunts out when he finally pushes the last few inches through your walls, he’s so deep you see a bulge forming in your belly.

Eren presses down softly on the bulge, cooing softly as whines fall from your lips. “Take it like a good girl” he tells you when tears start to fall down your face, the pleasure getting to be too much.

“too much ‘ren” you cry out as he brings his around and rubs your clit. Your orgasm hits you like a truck, forcing your forward, arms no longer able to hold you up.

He continues to fuck deeply into you, tip brushing against that spot that has you moaning loudly, walls clenching around him as you cum, hard.

Eren didn’t think it was possible for you to get wetter than you already were, but soon your gushing around him, a white ring coats his dick as he fucks it back into you.

Eren’s coming moments later, cum painting your walls as you groan from the overstimulation.

“Oh and y/n” he waits until your attention is on him when he finally gets up and heads to his own room, your parents will be back soon and the last thing either of you want is for them to walk in on the two of you naked. “Next time you catch me jerking off, all you gotta do is come in” 

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eren is so utterly pussy whipped he cries when he cums a little bit—that’s how overwhelming your love is for him, how overwhelming his love is for you <333

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — love you slow + eren jaeger.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, missionary, unprotected sex, creampies, slight!dacryphilia, eren cries when he cums, fem!reader.

semmie i love him so much i need him so bad

like :( imagine all of eren’s weight on you, his hips lazily pulling back and pushing forward for him to thrust into you, grind his tip into the spot that makes you cling to him or tighten around him. both of you impossibly close and he feels like it’s not enough, wrapping an arm around the top of your head to keep you safe and underneath him.

he loves you so much, needs you so bad— his pelvis bumping your sticky clit and your ankles locked around his slender waist, eren can’t find it in himself to stop fucking you ‘cause all he wants is to make you cum or see stars or just fall apart beneath him :( you’re his baby, teary eyed with your nails digging into his flesh and your lips parted in a pretty ‘o’ shape and it drives eren insane seeing you like this.

seeing you fall apart like this just for him. like he does for you.

stop and he’s got these muffled moans, whimpery and broken— almost feather light cause even though he’s pounding you to high heavens, using the thickness of his cock to mould your gushing insides into the shape of him…eren just has this realisation that you only want him to have you and see you like this. eren would brush his thumb over your glossy bottom lip and just drool into your open mouth, kissing you before you can swallow, with teeth and tongue and all. it’s messy, uncoordinated but full of love.

“baby...‘mgonnacum,” eren slurs into the wetness of your mouth, the bed creaking under the momentum of the slow and sensual sex. his muscles flex and sweat droplets slide through the crevices of each one, overworking to make sure his cock hits each of those pleasure spots along your gummy walls to make you cry out. to drag you closer to your high. “g-gonna let me fill you up? h-huh? oh fuck, baby.” he can’t help but whine, stuttering for breath.

he damn near shudders when you run your fingers through his sweaty hair, drag him back to your lips and lick into his mouth. “inside e-eren! wan’ you inside,” the way you plead for his cum makes him hiccup, his hips barely pulling back from being smooshed up against your throbbing clit and his balls smacking harshly against the soft curve to your ass. you’re so precious, put on his earth just for eren and it breaks him. “please. i need you.”

eren loses his rhythm, clutching you tighter, chasing his high and fumbling with your swelling pleasure nub because he can never leave you behind— he needs you by his side at all times, even if it means giving you all of him, plunging his leaky cock deep within you as you milk him for all his worth. “whatever my baby wants…whatever my baby fuckin’ needs. god, ‘m gonna fill you up s’good,” like he’s running his mouth and his brain can’t keep up with the pace of his hips.

his mind is full of you and your angelic cries and the way you go from clawing at eren’s back to scratching at his scalp— desperate for everything he has to give you while your ravaged pussy pulses around him. he pushes his hot face into your neck, fighting back choked sobs and succumbing to your warmth and wetness, how good you make him feel.

“i-i love you, baby. s-so fucking bad. always.” eren moans deep into your mouth when he cums, painting your pussy white inside and out, smearing it against your clit. you can feel him tremble above you along with the wave of adoration that washes over you as you fall into your orgasm with him — clenching down on eren with every pump of seed he fucks and drags along your ribbed walls.

his green eyes are teary, glassy with affection as you kiss him tender and say. “i love you too.”

BEFORE THE RUMBLING!!

Levi x Reader

Mentions: angst, pregnancy, and fluff

Random story I just created

More than likely to have errors it’s 1:50am and I’m TIRED.

Instagram: Cornerofdesires (artist)

Levi x Reader

Things have been always out of control in paradis. You and Levi have been together in secret. Yes he was a busy man however he had the time to build a hidden home. Had the time to visit you as much as he could. It was often.

“It’s been awhile..” you said twiddling with your fingers. “ I know. I’m glad you’re safe” he said suddenly holding you tight. “I have something to confess.” You spoke. Levi stepped back. He started to panic.

Many thoughts ran through his head.

“Maybe she found someone else?”

“ maybe I don’t make her happy enough?”

“ Did I do something wrong?”

“ She probably hates that I haven’t visited her in a month”

“Does she want to kill me?”

“ she doesn’t love me anymore?”

He calmed himself down. “Yes? What is it?” He said with a calm voice. You placed your hand on you lower tummy. A barely visible bump. “ I’m pregnant.” He chuckled. “No you’re not.” You got angry and slapped him. “I’m pregnant!” You yelled . “ you can’t be. Not right now. Not with all of this shit going on.” He said sternly yet crying. Crying because he knew he wouldn’t be around 24/7 during your pregnancy. Worried something can happen to you. He’s lost almost everyone he’s cared for. “ Why are you crying?” You asked wiping his tears away. “You c-can’t be. I’m happy yes. That we’re together. That I’ll be a father but I’m scared something might happen to you. I promise I’ll be here as much as I can. I love you.” He spoke holding your hands. “ I love you Levi. Calm down. We will get through this together.”

Soon enough years later Levi informed Hange about you. She was shocked.

“Hey little guy copy and paste. Very strange how genes work.” She spoke. “ Hi lady” he replied sitting on your lap. “This is my wife. Y/n Ackerman and our son Levi Ackerman jr.” Levi said flicking hanges forehead.

Hange wished Erwin could’ve met you and your son. Erwin knew, Levi told him as soon as he got back to work after you had told him. Which is the reason he would come home a lot more often during your pregnancy. Erwin met him only twice. At a year old and at 3yrs.

“ what’s that?” Levi asked. Hange burst out in excitement “ some gifts for the baby!” She replied

You opened the big box. There were a lot of baby supplies and toys. Your eyes widened when you saw a fake mini odm gear.

“ maybe he’ll be interested to join the scouts one day.” She said. Levi quickly spoke. “ there won’t be any need of him thinking about joining. I’m sure everything will be fine by then.”

He rubbed your back giving you a peck on the cheek.

Time went by. Levi left early in the morning. Leaving a letter behind.

My dearest y/n,

I won’t be back home for a while. A few weeks? Months? You need to stay strong. Not only for yourself but for our child. I’ve left many supplies for emergencies along with more hunting materials in the cellar.I love you and our baby boy very much, more than anything. I’ll be thinking about you and Levi Jr everyday like I always do. My beautiful family. I promise this world will change soon.

Ps,

When you get lonely think of me and you’ll definitely release. ;)

Love you my dearest y/n

Love you my wonderful son

You read the letter with a smile and tears slipping. Levi can always make you laugh with his dirty words. You knew he’d come back even though you worry 24/7 when he’s gone.

It’s been a 1 1/2 year. Levi hadn’t come home. You had come to the conclusion that he’s dead. You were heartbroken and Levi jr knew something was bothering you. He’d ask frequently about his father and your responses were along the lines of the military is a work that takes up a lot of time. That his dad was humanity’s strongest soldier.

Since you lived in a hidden part of paradis there wasn’t much you knew. The last thing you knew was the scouts infiltrating Marley as Levi had said when he returned then left.

Another few months went by. You were going insane. Crying everyday when your son was asleep.

“ He’s gone and left me alone. Humanity’s strongest soldier.. it was all a lie.” You cried into his coat. Your heart couldn’t take it anymore. “ how could you do this to me. You promised you’d come home. To our son and I.” Your body trembled and your knees gave out on you. Your body touched the ground. “ m-mama!” Your son cried seeing you fall. He looked around trying to find a way to help you. “ mama wait!” He yelled grabbing a cloth from the table and pulled the chair out. “ up mama up. You can do it.” He held your hand.

Flashback

“Up y/n up. You can do it.” Levi said with a tch afterwards. You had just fallen due to tripping hard. You cried as he held your hand.

“There mama see you’re good.” Levi jr said as you sat down on the chair. It’s crazy how he’s identical to Levi. You remember what his letter said. “You need to stay strong. Not only for yourself but for our child.”

That got you back on track.

“Why are you crying mama?” He asked as you picked him up. “ I miss daddy that’s all. He should be home soon.” You replied. You did miss him but in your mind he wasn’t coming back. Not at all. He was K.I.A. “He’s coming home! Really!? My birthday is next week! so cool!” He was so excited. Full of hope and faith that his father would come home just in time for his 5th birthday.

The day of Levi jr’s 4th birthday was such a sad event. His dad was a no show. He still ate a pie you baked. You still sung his Happy Birthday. He still got a great gift. You always make them. After awhile Levi jr stopped asking for his father. He didn’t care about him.

Another year passed.

He was more focused on learning from his teacher, you. He learned how to read, write and learned many other subjects. He eventually helped you do cute little tasks around the house.

Setting up the table

Organizing your books

Clean up his toys

Help you sweep. (Didn’t do it 100% right but you appreciated the help)

You were slowly forgetting Levi. Getting used to living calmly with your little boy. Happy. “Mama it’s almost lunch time.” Levi jr said excitedly. Lunch is his favorite meal of the day. You walked outside shooting a goose. “Sweetheart wait here.” You ordered him. You walked over to pick up lunch. “ Hello ma’am?” A man spoke you quickly grabbed the arrow you shot the goose with and held it to his throat. He had beautiful ocean blue eyes and blonde hair. “Come back here and I’ll make sure you won’t live to see another day.” You spoke. “ Are you Y/n Ackerman?” He asked with a gulp following after. “ What’s your business?” You replied pressing the tip of the arrow enough to prick his neck. “ I’m Armin Arlert your husband is asking for you. There was a war. He was injured. It took awhile for him to recover. He asked me to come here until he was fully recovered. Here I am.” He said.

Levi jr quickly ran outside cutting the back of Armins knees. Not deeply enough to cause damage. You taught him how to defend himself. Armin hissed. Then looked at the little guy.

“Levi was correct. Copy and paste.” He spoke.

“ w-where is he now?” You asked carrying jr. “Good job Levi. You’re doing great.” Armin looked confused but then realized it’s important to fight. “Back at his house. Everything is peaceful now without the titans.”

You invited Armin into the house. As you cleaned his wounds he explained everything. You were still cautious so you kept a knife close by.

“ y/n?” Levi spoke. You saw him. His injuries. His fingers, he has faint scars on his face and his eye was white. He’s in a wheelchair so his leg must be broken. “Levi!” You spoke bending down to hug him tight. Your body shook. You couldn’t believe you were touching him. “You piece of shit. God I’ve missed so much. I love you.” You cried. “ I love you. I’ve missed you all along. I’m sorry I ended up like this.” He replied. You let him go. “ it doesn’t matter. I’m glad you’re safe. You’re wi-” you got interrupted. “ Mama!!” You turned and saw Armin chasing Levi jr. You giggled as he hugged your waist.

He immediately went silent as he saw his father. He starred at him looking at his facial features. He noticed how identical they looked.

“D-Dada?” He spoke with his hands trembling as they held your long skirt. “ yeah bud it’s me. You’ve grown so much.” Levi replied tears slipping.

Levi jr burst out in tears jumping onto his father’s lap. Levi held him close. “Dada you never came home. Mama cried everyday.” You frowned. You thought he never heard you. “ you stayed strong for mama?” He asked. Levi jr nodded giving him a bright smile. “Yes and for me too. We both did our best everyday! Cleaning and hunting and school!” He giggled. Levi pecked his cheek stating “From now on I’ll always be here with you both. I love you my son and my dearest wife.” You couldn’t help but cry.

“We love you too d-dada so much” Levi jr said with a sniffle.

As time went by you and your family were happy. Everyday was full of craziness. Some days weren’t perfect but they were beautiful.

The Ackerman family grew. You now have 2 boys and a little girl. The new house you guys lived in was amazing.

Later on you guys got a cat.

Life for the Ackerman Family was finally peaceful.

Kids Names ( levi wanted a L babies)

Levi Ackerman Jr

Lonny Ackerman

Lilly Ackerman

Cats name

Sparkles

BEFORE THE RUMBLING!!

Eren x Reader

Mentions: pregnant, verbal abuse, angst.

Will have errors. 2:57am writing.

Minimal 18+

Minors don’t interact.

During the time the scouts were capturing Annie. You saw the destruction. The buildings falling, the awful sounds of people screaming. You saw it all at a distance. Your home was perfectly safe. You were lucky your side of town wasn’t destroyed. Not a single scratch.

Just because there wasn’t a scratch doesn’t mean you weren’t hurt. Your mother died that day. Only you and your father remained.

One day you were walking around taking in the damage titans do. Thinking :If it’s scary with only two titans…imagine what the scouts see outside the walls.

You tripped over some rubble landing on your stomach. Your dress definitely got stained. “Oh here let me help you.” A guy said helping you up. Your eyes widened. “It’s you..Eren Yeager…Titan.” You spoke backing away.

Eren saw your used to be clean cut dress. Your jewelry and purse. He’s never seen such a beautiful sight. His heart stopped for a second.

“ please don’t be alarmed. I only need a breather right now” he said. You relaxed. “ I’ve always wondered what it would be like beyond the walls…the scouts are brave. You’re discovering the answers people ask themselves.” You spoke sitting down with him at a nearby bench. “ the answers are difficult to find. It can drive you insane. I’m not giving up.” He replied looking up to the stars.

You looked over at him smiling softly. You stared at his beautiful features. His nice sharp jawline. His lips. His eyes. You’re blushing.

“ I’m Y/n. It’s very nice to meet you Eren.” He chuckled, “Yeah nice to meet you too.” “ Eren. Let’s go.” a girl said grabbing his arm. She must like him. Maybe that’s his girlfriend? “ Mikasa. I’m having a conversation with someone.” He said taking her arm off him. “I umm..if you really need to go I understand.” You said. “ We don’t have the luxury to have time off like you and your people.” She said rudely. You frowned. She’s right.

You live a comfortable life. You have a nice 2 story house. Fancy clothing and accessories. Wonderful meals everyday. You have luxury other people don’t have. All that makes you grateful for what you have. The situation was definitely awkward as hell.

“ Hey we can meet again. Tomorrow at midnight.” He proposed. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. Making friends with people think is a criminal but you couldn’t help it. Something inside you just exploded.“ O-okay yeah definitely. We can meet here.” You replied standing up from the bench fixing your dress.“ Have a nice night lady y/n.” He said waving goodbye. “Bye Eren.” You said making your way home. Your hair blew from the slightly wind. You were feeling something you’ve never felt before. You were charmed by his kindness and beauty.

You’ve been meeting Eren a lot the next couple months. Sometimes you’d sneak out of town. Especially when your dad was working. You felt like a total rebel. There was a time where Eren, Armin and Mikasa needed hiding. You allowed them to take shelter at your house. You couldn’t believe you allowed it but you had many moments with them.

“ Is there really such places?” You asked Armin. Very curious. “ yes and one day we can get to see it. Isn’t it exciting. A huge ocean. Hot red mountains. Land of only sand for miles.” He replied. You were amazed by his knowledge. You looked out the window. “ it is exciting. I wish I could tell others here…but they’d think I’m crazy. All they know is titans roam around all the time waiting to kill.” You replied with a sigh afterwards. You wished maybe in your next life you’d be able to see everything Armin described to you.

As nightfall came and the night was dark and silent. Eren came upstairs from the cellar.

“ You’re so beautiful.” Eren spoke as he saw you undress from your beautiful long blue dress. You two got carried away. Allowing lust to take full control. You were both on your bed. You gave yourself to him completely. He gave himself to you. It was a night of pure bliss.

“ s-so good y/n” he groaned hiding his face in your neck. Your body trembled with pleasure. “Eren I feel something” you spoke and suddenly moaned out loudly. “ yeah my love? Feels good doesn’t it.” He chuckled thrusting harder. You can hear the squelching and the slapping of skin. Your body was overflowing with pleasure. You felt him deep inside you. Eren reached your special spot. “ y-yes a~ah. Uhh e-eren. There. Just like that.” You said scratching his back. He hissed but continued. You both were losing your minds. Lust overtook your minds. Moans and groans bounced off the walls. The room smelled of sex. Your bodies were sweaty. You didn’t care who was hearing. You were consumed by the pleasure.“ E-Eren. I love you. I- close..” you said and released. “ I love you y/n” he groaned releasing his thick white cum in you. You milked him perfectly. Every last drop. After you both were at a clear state of mine. You both realized what you’ve done. “ I- okay…maybe there’s not a high possibility?” He said. “Are you kidding?” You replied with a dumbfounded look on your face.

Both of you were in a bad situation. You were both young. 17. You’d be wanted gone. It’s improper for a lady to be pregnant without a husband. No one besides his childhood friends knew you were dating.

“Eren. What are we going to do?” You asked as he cleaned you up. “I can’t drag you into the scouts life. You’re the safest here.” He replied getting the bath ready. “ No I’m not. I’m single to everyone here. I can’t just suddenly be pregnant without being married. Gosh. My father is going to kill me. I’ll be the fucking scandal of the year.” You said almost crying. You held your tears back. Dominating your feelings. “ it doesn’t matter. The baby is important. More than people’s stupid opinions.” He replied.

3 months passed and you couldn’t hide your pregnancy anymore. You finally decided to confess to your father about the entire situation.

“ I became friends with Eren Yeager. We fell in love and I sheltered him and his friends the week you were out of town. Things got heated and now I’m here 3 months pregnant.” You said quickly and almost out of breath. Your father took awhile to process the entire thing. “ from now on you’re not allowed to leave this house. You’re a dirty woman without a husband. Knocked up by a criminal. I’ll figure things out for you.” He said. You didn’t cry of course. You saw this coming.

Weeks passed. Armin and Mikasa always brought eren to you when they weren’t busy. “ 4 months. That’s exciting. I know things are very rough right now but we’ve got this.” Eren spoke trying to be optimistic. You knew this was a shit situation. He was at risk everyday. You weren’t surprised if he died the next day. You all heard the door opening downstairs. “ Eren we have to go.” Mikasa spoke urgently. “ I love you y/n. I love you so much. Our baby too.” He said hugging you. “I love you too.” You said crying hugging him tight. “ Eren hurry.” Armin said. “y/n? Sweetheart? You there?” Your father asked knocking on your door. You said your goodbyes. “ yeah dad come in” you said wiping your tears. As he walked in. “ I want you to meet someone.” He said. You made your way downstairs with him entering the living room. “Y/n this is William Jones. He’s taken an interest in you. He is aware of your situation.” Your father said. “ Hello lady y/n I’m Mr. Jones. It’s nice meeting you.” He said kissing your hand. “ it’s nice to meet you as well Mr. Jones. I do have a question. Why have you taken an interest in me?” You asked sitting down carefully. “ You’ve always known men desire you. You’re young, beautiful, healthy. Overall perfect. You’d make a great wife. I’m wealthy. I’m 26. I need to marry already and have an heir to my business.” He replied. You did have the skills of a wife. You cook, clean and you care.

You married William Jones. The wedding was beautiful. Your dress was beautiful. It brought out your beauty. Your invites were so excited for you. There was one flaw. The person you wanted to marry was Eren. “ y/n do you take William Jones as your husband? To love and to hold.?” This question made you cry. You pretended it was Eren holding your hands and standing in front of you. “yes. I do.” You stated. You imagined Eren was the one putting the ring on you. The one who kissed you. You didn’t allow the sadness completely take you. You did enjoy dancing and eating cake.

Even after the wedding there were days Eren would visit. He hated the fact that you’re married to someone else. He knew it was for the best. He knew you’d be in good hands. That you’ll have a good home and a good life. He loves you. He always says that when greeting and leaving you.

“It’s a baby boy.” Your doctor said. You smiled and suddenly your vision blurred. Birthing was hard. When you woke up. William was by your side holding the baby. “ my baby boy.” You said sitting up carefully. “ what are you naming him?” He asked handing him to you. You held him in your arms. He’s so precious. “ Eren his name will be Eren.” You said happily. The baby cried. You pecked his head softly. “ shh shh my love. It’s okay.” You comforted him. He stopped crying. He knew he was in his mother’s arms.

Months passed and Eren would visit. In secret. “I love you buddy. I’m sorry I can’t be with you and momma everyday. I’m happy I get to see you grow. You’re so strong and healthy.” Eren said to his son. You smiled. “He looks like you very handsome.” You said allowing him to carry baby eren. “ that’s our son. He’ll have girls crushing on him left and right. He’ll be a gentleman. Treat women with respect. He’ll be strong and honest. Very intelligent and hardworking.” He replied.

Years passed. Baby Eren is 2 years old now. Some nights Eren would come over only to visit his son in the middle of night without you knowing. “ Sasha is such a fun girl. She’s hungry 24/7. She always makes the group laugh with her silliness. When she dies things will be different.Oh and then there’s Levi. He’s the exact opposite. Very grouchy. Works us to the bone everyday but he has a nice side. Although he doesn’t show it much I know he cares. Armin..he’s my best friend. I know none of us would be alive if it weren’t for him. He’s very intelligent. He’s shy. It’s cute. He keeps me grounded. Mikasa..she’s always behind me. On my ass. Shes also kept me alive. I cherish them so much. They’re my family. Then there’s the commanders. Crazy but smart. Erwin is a monster. Risks a lot of things. Comes up with amazing plans. They almost always work. He’ll die in the near future and the Hange will commander. Once she dies it will be Armin. Hange is strange. She’s not only a scout but a scientist. She is in love with studying titans. She loves studying on how I heal fast and how I trigger my power. Both commanders have all my respect. Captain Levi too. Jean and Connie. Those crazy fuckers. Together they’re dumb and dumber. You’ll have fun days with them. Everyone I care about are good people. They all don’t give up. They all have strong hearts.” Eren said. He told him many moments he’s had with his friends.

“ My little Eren. Don’t forget I love you. You must take care of your momma when you grow up. I love you very much. I’m sorry I won’t be able to be here for you both. I’m sorry for all the horrible things I’ve done and the ones I will commit.” Eren spoke to him. Tears slipped from his face onto the baby’s clothes . “W-what’s going to happen eren?” You asked. You felt something in your stomach. You felt nauseous. “ E-Eren tell me.” You said crying. “ y/n I love you. I promise you the world will change. Titans won’t be something to be worried about anymore. You’ll have freedom.I have to go but remember all the moments in time we’ve had together. I’m in love with you. Thank you..for birthing our son.” He spoke and kissed you afterwards. “ I’m in love with the you too.”

You cried your heart out for days. You knew he was never coming back. William finally knew why.

“ You really love him?” He asked you carrying eren. “Yes and he’ll always hold a special place in my heart.” You replied looking at baby Eren. His full name Eren Yeager Jones. You didn’t mind Jones. After all you are married to William. “ I know I’m not him but I’ve always promised you a good life. I’ve kept my promise and I always will. You’re my wife. Yes I did it out of interest but..I’ve grown to love you. You’re smart, stubborn and genuine. Little things you do made me fall for you. I’ll always treasure you and baby Eren. He’s not my son by blood but he is by heart.” William said. It made you burst into tears.

“Armin you have to promise me you’ll visit her and baby Eren often with Mikasa as well. You 4 are the most important people in my life. I love you all. I’m sorry for all the horrores I’ve committed.” Eren said to Armin. “ We committed them together. I promise I’ll visit them. How could I not.” He replied.

3 years have passed.

“ I finally get to meet Eren.” Levi spoke. The 5 yr old stood beside you. Levi stayed silent as he stared at your son. “ Happy Birthday Eren!” Jean said setting his present on the table.

Ever since baby Eren was born. His father spoke about his friends to him. Told him stories about the good times he’s had. Baby Eren thought hard.

“Momma that Levi.” He stated waving Hi to him. Your looked down at him. “ how do you know?” You asked. “ Dada told me about his friends. He said Levi was grouchy but has a nice side.” He sat on the chair. “Dada said friend Sasha loved food.” He continued.

Jean and Connie couldn’t help but tear up. They had lumps in throat. Everyone was confused and shocked on why and how he knows that.

“ What else did he say bud?” William said carrying him. “ that his commanders were crazy but very smart. That uncle Armin is shy. He said it’s cute.” He giggled. You pecked his cheek. “ Dada said he loves everyone.” You smiled. Eren did commit so many horrifying things. Murdered so many man women and children. He went about it the wrong way. He was aware of that. Regardless of all that he never stopped loving his friends and family.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday Dear Eren happy Birthday to you.” They all sang. Baby Eren blew the candles out. His wish was so lovely.

“ what did you wish for kid?” Levi asked. “ I wished for a bike.” He lied. “ Well it came true.” Jean said pointing at the wrapped bike.

Eren’s true wish was that his friends and family stay happy and live long lives just like his dad wished too.

“ woah!” He exclaimed seeing his awesome blue and white bike as he unwrapped it. “ say thanks to Uncle Jean.” You said. “ thanks uncle Jean. Thanks everyone for my presents.” He thanked everyone with a blush on his face. He looked so much like Eren. His teal blue eyes. His long lashes and adorable nose. His brown hair. “Open mine next.” Armin said setting a box infront of him. Eren struggled to open it but eventually did. He looked around it. It had children’s books. Pencils journals for school. Most importantly.Photos . Eren picked up the frames and looked at the photos of a man. He knew it was his father. “ It’s Dada.” He said crying. “ Oh sweetie.” You carried him. Looking at the photos. It was Eren holding his baby boy close to him and one with the 3 of you. You looked over at Armin. “ You guys weren’t looking.” Was all he said. William rubbing your lower back towering over you and eren. “Eren you are so loved. You’re so special and precious to everyone here.” William spoke. “ I love everyone dada. You and mama and uncles and auntie too!” He said crying.

“ you jealous you didn’t have a kid with Eren?” Levi asked Mikasa. Teasing her. “ I’m still in love with Eren. He didnt feel the same. That doesn’t mean I’m jealous that I didn’t have a child with him. I’m glad to see a part of him is still in this world.” She replied. “Me too.” Levi replied.

Levi and Mikasa understood each other. Clearly.

As time passed by. Your family grew. “ one more?” William asked hugging you from behind as you cooked. “ Will. That would be our four one.” You replied smiling. “One more wouldn’t hurt.” He said pecking your cheek. Eren still holds a special place in your heart. You thought about progress in your life. You have a wonderful man by your side a beautiful son and a good life. Baby 2 came then 3. “ one more wouldn’t hurt. Let’s do it.” You replied finishing cooking. “ I love you y/n” William said. He set up the table. “Grandpa!!” Eren yelled running to him. They hugged. “ Dad just in time.” You said. “ you noticed the flowers in his hands. “ you’re coming with us?” You asked. Your father didn’t like Eren for leaving you. Although he had no choice. After lunch you were going to Eren’s grave. “ it’s about time. I shouldn’t be mad. He’s given me such a cute grandson” he said walking to the table with baby Eren. Your tears slipped. “ oh my love it’s okay.” William wipes your tears. You smiled. You’re happy. With your family. William served dinner. “ yum yum!” Baby Eren exclaimed.

You visited Eren twice a week with your family.

William, your kids, your father, Mikasa and Armin.

Erens birthday toys:

Family photos

Bicycle

Children’s stories

Journals

Pencils

Stuffed teddy bear

Clothes

Art book with watercolor paints

Toy cars

Sling shot

Animal cookie cutters.

A weird jumping thing Levi made.

Small trampoline.

Eren loved all his toys.

JUST TAKE IT, TAKE IT . . .

includes. nsfw, eren yeager.

warnings. mdni — fem! reader, riding, dacryphilia, slight sadism, spanking, daddy kink, dumbification, pet names, hair pulling, punishment, brat taming, degradation.

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The sudden movement of his hips as he bucks up into you has you curling your body into his chest and whimpering. He’s hitting you so fucking deep, cock buried up to the hilt in your tight little cunt that it has tears welling up in your eyes.

Eren’s never been this mean before and for a moment you think he’ll give you a break as you panted heavily against him, but no, tonight you didn’t get that privilege. Not when you’ve been such a fucking brat.

He delivers a harsh slap to your ass without warning, chuckling at the way your cunt clenches down on him while a whispered gasp of his name escapes your plump lips.

“Such a slutty girl f’me,” He rasps out. “Even when you’re being punished, you still can’t help but enjoy it, hm?”

His fingers make their way up the nape of your neck before tightly gripping your hair and tugging on it— the slight sting has you desperately trying to hold back a whine, and you plant yourself back up on shaky arms to meet his lust-filled gaze.

“Atta girl, there you go. Now, fuck yourself on my dick, c’mon. You wanna make daddy proud, don’t cha?” The usual soft expression on his handsome face is nowhere to be found, all you can see is desperation. He needs you to know you’re his, he needs you to beg for him to stuff you full and be so drunk on his cock you can’t think of anything but him.

You’re knocked out of your daze with another sharp thrust and this time he’s gripping your jaw, fingers digging into the plush of your cheeks. “Focus, princess, m’not gonna cum if you keep slacking off.”

His words have you shaking your head, thighs quivering from exhaustion. “Mm-mm, can’t— s’.. s’too much!”

“It’s too much?” He echoes, “Aw, that’s cute but I don’t remember asking for excuses, princess.”

He lets go of your face and sneers, “Now shut up and fucking take it, we’re not stopping till that little head of yours understands that I’m in charge.”

BEFORE AND AFTER. | EREN. J x F!READER 18+

━━━ eren j. x f!reader x armin a. ➝ chapter one

“we can’t choose who we fall in love with but we can choose how to end it.”

in which, you and eren have history that dates back to high school. as adults, you’ve gone your separate ways but have come back together through a reunion. with him back in your life, it’s hard to ignore the feelings you used to have for him as they come rushing back in. in addition, armin can’t seem to get you off of his mind and will do anything to prove to you that he’s the better man for you; even when he’s got a pregnant fiancé waiting for him at home. too bad for him, eren’s never lost a fight and he’s too greedy to share.

genre ➝ modern au, toxic!eren, dilf!armin, romance, fluff, lots of angst, infidelity, hurt/comfort, violence, explicit smut

tags/warnings ➝ sexual content, unprotected sex, f. receiving (oral sex), rough sex, biting/scratching, mean dom eren, toxic relationship, manipulation, possessiveness, hate sex, phone sex, mutual masturbation, an overly flirty armin even though he’s engaged & other tags i can’t rmr at the moment hehe

wc ➝ 18.6k

a/n: sooo, this series is a repost and has finally made its long awaited comeback, hehe. for those that are familiar with this fic, you’ll notice that i did indeed shove the first two chapters already written into one so that’s why the word count is so much! i will be posting the next chapter once it’s been revised and edited over by me and my bestie @chelamedina <3 enjoy and reblogs are very appreciated!

"Eren? Eren who?"

"What? You don't remember? The really shy guy with the glasses? He used to sit behind you in 4th period. Oh my god, he was obsessed with you. You really don't remember?"

"I...wait. Hold on...That's Eren?"

"Yep. Not so weird and nerdy now, huh?"

"Not at all."

As you leaned against the back wall of the overcrowded room nursing your glass of wine, your eyes never left the one man that made coming to the reunion worth it.

No more glasses. No more braces. No more baggy clothes that looked like they went two weeks unwashed. No more short hair that always made him look several years younger than he actually was. No more of the sixteen year old boy that you used to know.

Eren Jaeger, now 23, and hotter than all of the guys that tried coming up to talk to you ever since you stepped foot into the party.

Suddenly, a distant memory came to mind and took you away momentarily. 

— flashback.

Your hands are shaky. You don't know where to put them as you're positioned right over his face, feeling his tongue lap across your desperate cunt. You're unfocused and you can practically hear your blood pounding in your ears as you settle your fingers into his hair and moan out, earning a groan from the male underneath you. 

"Fuck, don't you sound pretty?"

He eats at you, hungry to bring you to the brink so he can feel your thighs shake at either side of him, just barely catching your cry as you release right on his tongue. To know that he's the one that's making you feel good. To know that he's the only one that's allowed to touch you so intimately and have his name roll off of your tongue as you clench onto nothing, trying to not topple over as electricity travels throughout your body, bringing you over the edge.

You cry out his name and finally find purchase in putting your hands in his hair, rocking your hips to ride out your orgasm. 

It's only moments after that you're switched underneath him, toned arms hooked at the undersides of your legs, keeping them at his waistline as he fucks into you like it's your last day on earth. It feels like it. Feels as though he's going to lose you. That you'll slip right out of his grasp and never see you again. It's why he has to have you now. To show you why you're better off staying with him. That you can't possibly do better than him.

You whine and pull him down, pressing yourself close enough to melt into him. To tie your bodies and souls together. 

He nips and bites at your jawline, moving down to your neck, suckling hard enough to leave a bruise. A mark of his own. One that's viewable to the public eye, announcing that you belong to someone and aren't meant to be touched or even looked at by anyone else. 

He's insecure. He's even scared that you will find someone better than him and it eats away at him everyday. Every moment, every second that you're apart because he feels that if he doesnt have eyes on you every waking moment, he'll lose you. He'll do anything to keep you. 

Your nails push into the skin of his back, intending to create marks deep enough to last days afterwards. It's not a territorial act, more in the realm of hating who he is. You can't stand the way he looks at you. The way he watches you. It feels as though he's waiting for you to crack. To make a mistake and prove him right that all humans are flawed. All but him. He's perfect and at some point, you began believing that as well. A god living amongst humans, using them like pawns to some sick twisted game he’s created. 

You want to leave him. Find better, because there's better out there but you can't. You're in love with him and that's the most dangerous feeling of all.

"I love you," he expresses in a low voice, dark eyes focusing on the way your breath hitches in hearing his confession. It's your first time hearing him say it, and you aren't sure what to say back. You love him but you also know that the moment those three words leave your mouth...that's the day you’ll see how trapped you really are. He's told you that you aren't confined to him, but it's a lie. You can't leave him and he knows it. It's why a confident smirk splits across his face and a hand of his finds its way around your soft throat. He leans up, still moving his hips, looking down at you through dark lashes. "Too afraid to say it back? That's alright. Your silence speaks for itself, you know."

Raw anger courses through your veins as you claw at his back, feeling your walls constrict around him in shame. He's rough and disregarding in the way he slaps you across the cheek, cooing as fresh tears fall down your face. He tells you how pretty you look when you're staring up at him in hate. How much he adores watching you break over and over at the realization that this is your life. Doomed to love a man that's irrevocably insane.

"I hate you so much," you sputter out and feel one of your hands pull away from his back and lock above you. He holds your wrist in an iron grip, head tilting in mild wonder.

"Hate is a strong word when you're crying and babbling about how good I fuck you." His nose skims across the center of your throat before trailing up over your lips and pressing against yours. You can't escape his scent; through the sweat is a faint hint of earthly melange, tonka bean and jasmine. He isn't a cologne sort of guy so he burns through a few candles a day and smells like them without fail. Vanilla also wafts past your nose, caressing your senses like hot rocks on an aching back. It's soothing and it almost makes you forget where you're at.

You blink and are forced back into reality, noticing the frown on your boyfriends' face. 

"Where did you go?" He asks you and you think of what to say. The truth?

"I...I was thinking about the candles you like so much. Did you light some today?"

His scoff at your obvious question makes you flinch and think about turning your head to the side, away from his judgemental gaze. What keeps you is that smile... You know that smile. 

The day that you met, he was timid. A shy one that caught your eye by the way he made you feel with numerous compliments and shy kisses. The gentleman that walked you home to make sure you made it back safely. 

You like looking back on that day. Eren was so nervous, and he made plenty of mistakes to show for it. It was the most you'd ever laughed. After a while, he got comfortable. There were no more surprise dates or spontaneous sex behind a ride at the amusement park. The inquiries about you and your life stopped and you began to feel insignificant in his eyes. Beginning to believe that he's grown bored of you and seeks someone more exciting; refreshing.

It's scary to know that you're being replaced. That you're no longer enough. It has you wondering what you are kept around for if not because you're wanted and loved. Is it because of what you give him, even when you hardly feel like it? Has giving into him each time become boring for him? 

You consider yourself to be a people pleaser. Someone that loves to give and doesn't ever expect anything back. It's a double edged sword. Overtime, it hurts to always give and never receive. Especially in a relationship. You love Eren, but loving him has become too painful to bear. There needs to be a breaking point for you...and you're almost positive you've reached it.

"Of course I did," he answers, pecking your  lips as he moves his hand from your throat to rest against the cheek he'd previously hit. "I'm sorry, by the way." You release a breath you didn't know you've been holding in. "I don't like being mean, but sometimes the things you say really get under my skin. You know this and still do it. Why?" He questions and there's a sense of deja vu in the air. 

Eren is manipulative in every sense of the word. He turns situations around from himself to you, making it seem as though you're the cause. He's always the victim and it's unnerving how well he plays this role of his. Nothing is ever his fault because he's perfect and you're flawed to the soul. Even so, you put up with it all and love him the same because he's all you've ever known. First boyfriend who managed to take all of your other firsts. How can you let go of someone you've known for so long? 

He's so imperfect that he's begun appearing absolutely perfect in your eyes. He feeds you many lies, obvious ones, that you end up turning into nothing but truths because he’d never lie to you. He loves you. More than anyone. The love of his life and lying to someone like that—it isn't love. 

"I'm sorry," you quickly say. It's meant to disperse the conflict that's sure to come from a topic like this so you're happy to nip it in the bud and move on. It pleases him enough so he peppers your face in gentle kisses, causing you to quickly forget all of the things that's truly wrong with him. Wrong with you, even. 

He touches you like you're made of glass now, but the feeling remains at the back of your mind as you fall into a deep black mass of nothingness, too afraid to stay at the surface because that's where Eren is and you want to be as far away from him as humanly possible.

He groans and asks you if you're close. You don't verbally answer but your body takes care of that for you as you fight to hold onto him with your free hand, pulling him even closer than he already is. He's mumbling nonsense in your ear about loving you until the end of time. That you're the only one for him. That he'll never let you go and all of that acts as chains that continue to weigh you down further...and further... Until there isn't any light at the end of the tunnel. When you reach the end, it's black. There's nothing but more false promises that you happily take because you're now positive that you can't get any better than him.

That Eren is all you need.

"Fuck," he groans into your neck, almost biting into your shoulder as you wince, blinking away wave of frustrated tears, trying to egg on your orgasm so that it'll all be over and done with. "Gonna let me breed this tight cunt of yours? Imma fill you up, baby. Get you nice and full. Would you like that?" He's abusing your poor cunt, rendering you almost speechless as you feel yourself tip over the edge just as you go to make a response. 

You cum before him and it angers him because you fall limp, and it does almost nothing for him. The moment you realize this, it’s too late. 

"Eren, I-"

"Shut up." 

You're flipped onto your stomach and feel his hands roughly pull you up into the air, angling you just right. You open your mouth to speak but you’re quickly cut off by a hand clamping over your mouth and feeling his cock sink back inside of you without warning. He's fucking into you with shared hate, telling you that you're useless and warns you not to cum again. Not before he does and it makes you cry. You know that crying only excites him more but you can't help it. Life is unfair. So unfair. You only desire for him to love you like he did in the beginning of your relationship. Wondering how things came to be like this. 

Where is the guy that you used to know?

When he cums, he paints your aching walls with white, gripping onto your waist leaving pretty bruises for you to cry more about later. Your entire body hurts when he pulls out and presses you into the sheets. You're panting and he's releasing the rest of himself along your back, mumbling something that you can't quite make out. Your mind feels too foggy to understand anything but you catch the last of what's being said to you, heart wrenching painfully inside of your chest.

"—be back later, kay?" 

In truth, you don't  want him to come back. You often wish that he'd get into a tragic accident and never make it back home. Or, he decides to stay with the girl he's been fucking behind your back, letting you go completely. Once and for all. You wish for a lot of things but they never seem to come true. 

You're doomed to an ugly reality with no means to escape.

You pity the girl that lies on the bed, alone in a room that feels like it's getting closer and closer. Feels sorry for the girl that is overshadowed by another, never meant to be as important as her. You also pity the girl that Eren has his eyes set on. She's been subjected to a life of pain, shame and utter misery but doesn't even know it yet. 

You laugh to yourself. Laugh until your sides begin to hurt and the pain near your heart sticks in its final pin.

"I hate this. I hate him so fucking much."

— present.

Bright white teeth flashed underneath the gleaming lights above, clearly laughing over something his friend and date were talking about. 

The situation-ship with him had been so toxic, there was nothing you wanted more than to continue ignoring his entire existence. It worked since you graduated and moved away. There was no reason you needed to talk to him again.

That was the moment you'd realized that Armin had changed as well. His glasses were also gone and looked a bit taller. His ears were pierced and there looked to be a shiny new ring on his finger—

"Holy shit, is he getting married?!" You half whispered to yourself, eyes almost popping out of your head. You squinted to see it better and it was unmistakable. The lights in the room reflected off of the silver band wrapped around his ring finger, proving to be true.

"Who?" Sasha squeezed past a couple to get to you, looking around the room once she was by your side again. "Who's getting married?"

"Armin. Remember? The guy that was friends with Eren back in high school," you answered, unable to stop staring at them. Married? It had only been five years. How did someone marry in that short amount of time?

She gasped, looking between you and the blond across the room. "Are you shitting me? That's Armin? Wow," she finished off her glass, shaking her head. "He looks...different."

"Yeah. They both do."

It was strange seeing people from high school and finding out how they grew up years after graduating and leaving. Eren and Armin used to keep to themselves. Were practically loners that talked about star wars and video games. When Eren was brought up in a conversation earlier, you'd acted as if you didn't know who Sasha was referring to. There was no reason to even speak to either of them. Especially Eren. As far as you knew, he was just another person in the room.

"I need me a man," you breathed, taking a sip from your glass. Sasha giggled, placing hers on an empty tray that a waiter was holding, walking past the two of you.

"No you don't. Not just because you see a bunch of these people coupled up." She wrapped her arm around yours, locking it there. She smiled. "We'll get boyfriends. Eventually… In the meantime, I say, let's do a little mingling so we won't give everyone the impression that we don't like them."

You frowned a little. "Yeah but I don't like half of them. Some were real assholes back then."

Sasha sighed before pulling up a fake smile. "Okay. Let's just pretend we forgot, hm?" And just like that, you were pulled off into the crowd you tried your best to stay away from and were forced to say hello, and fall down memory lane with half of the room. Most were boring conversations. Majority of the people you talked to only wanted to boast about their successful businesses and great set of kids they had or were on the way. It was all insanely nauseating, you couldn't think of a lousier way to spend your night.

When it was time to tell stories from high school, you decided that it was time to go and get some air. There was no way you were going to stay and listen to made up stories that didn't even happen. Fabricated and beefed up to sound a little more interesting (and start unnecessary conflict).

None of that was your sort of scene so you chose to stand out by the balcony, letting the cool night air poke and prod at the rising goosebumps along your arms and legs.

With a satisfied sigh, you leaned against the stone railing that held you back from soaring to your death down below into a street that was filled with the usual click clack and chatter of the nightlife.

You'd lost Sasha in the crowd inside before Jean had grabbed the microphone and began spouting off stories you were more than positive no one in the room but him even remembered. She insisted on talking with someone and you tried to keep eyes on her but there were just so many people, it was impossible.

However, having a moment alone didn't seem like a bad thing. It was nice.

"It's peaceful out here, isn't it?" A soft spoken voice said as the owner of it moved forward to stand next to you, but far enough to give you proper space. You were tempted to look but didn't in case it ended up being someone you remembered. A confrontation you clearly wanted to steer clear from considering you'd left the party to stand out under the moonlight, alone. 

Or, so you thought.

"I'm not much for parties. I can only assume you feel the same if you're out here, away from everyone."

Why was he talking to you? Did he know you?

You took a small peek at him and thankfully he was looking out into the city. The moonlight was bright enough to illuminate his features, giving you the opportunity to recognize him immediately.

It was Armin and god did he look unreal up close.

Blue eyes that managed to look more prominent under the natural light and blond hair that never looked anything more than perfection splayed around his face. 

With a pointed nose and soft, plush lips...you found yourself accidentally staring.

He turned his head towards you with a soft smile, having felt your stare. "You haven't changed a bit."

Blink. "Huh? You...remember me?"

His laugh made your chest do something strange but you ignored it.

"Yeah! Of course, how could I not?" His eyes drifted back forward, little crinkles created next to the corners of his lashes. "You were all that Eren talked about when we were younger. He was at all of your games so by being his friend, I was there too. Plus," he winked, still smiling. "-how can I forget one of the prettiest girls in school that everyone had a crush on."

A rush of heat fought to run across your face but you held it back, biting into your lip instead.

High school was...not one of your best times, to be honest. Sure, you were slightly popular but that was by association. 

Mikasa, Annie and Ymir stole the entire school's attention from the moment they walked onto the school grounds. They were transfers and everyone drooled over their presence like it was their first time seeing girls. It didn't bother you because you had Sasha. She didn't want to be a part of their clique and that saved spending three years eating in one of the stalls of the girls' bathroom by yourself.

Sophomore year was when you'd joined the varsity tennis team. You were in a few clubs but nothing major. Tennis was your favorite sport and you were good at it.

Apparently, the clique had ended up joining as well and that was how you got close to them. Sasha was on the team too, after some serious begging, and things felt normal for a while.

Mikasa soon started dating Jean, the captain of the school's soccer team and the locker room talks between you and her got longer and longer until she considered you one of her best friends. You were different though. After declining being a part of her little group, she still wanted to have you around so you were her best friend...without the other two knowing.

After learning how possessive Ymir was over her friend, you did your best to dodge Mikasa but she was hard to push away. She kept asking you why you didn't want to hang out anymore and it was hard to explain to her the reason without worrying about the strain that was going to be put on her friendship with Ymir.

It took a while before you cracked and told her about your run in with Ymir and it went better than expected. She laughed it off and said that Ymir tended to get that way with new people. She needed to get used to you being around. That it was going to be fine.

You believed her...until your racket started to go missing from your locker. Then it moved on to finding the grip all torn up. 

There was a lot of sabotaging and it wasn't like you could've gone to the coach about it because she was only going to demand a name and you couldn't tell her who you knew it was. So, you dealt with it.

Not long after that did you find out that Ymir had a crush on Mikasa and then it all ended up making a little sense. Her behavior was finally answered for and you'd known it all along. Though, you didn't use the information to your advantage. It was just relieving to understand where Ymir was coming from.

Junior year was when the distance started. 

Less texting, less calling. Little to no contact when at school and tennis practice was agonizing because Mikasa stuck with Ymir the entire time. It was like she had forgotten who you were over the summer break and it felt a lot more painful than it was probably supposed to. It was only one year that you'd gotten to know her. Why had it hurt so bad if it was only just a year together?

Senior year came around quickly and it was all about making sure you picked the right college to go to. There was talk about where Mikasa had gotten accepted into and it ended up being the exact same university that you were thinking about applying at. After some thought, you decided to change colleges and let Sasha pick the one you two were going to try and get into together.

Everything ended up working out but your friendship with Mikasa was close to nonexistent.

Now, as you stood outside of the party (practically hiding from her), none of the experience at once being one of her closest friends felt real.

It'd almost felt like a dream.

When you tried to remember Armin and Eren, the memories were either too hazy or pushed to the back of your mind for specific reasons.

Armin, the boy with large circle glasses and Eren, the guy that couldn't stop talking about star wars and tended to play minecraft in photography class. There were a few instances where you remembered catching him pointing a camera at you but had quickly averted to snapshotting a squirrel in a tree with a very red face. Or when you two had been partners for two seconds. It was only after saying one word to him that he ended up speaking with the teacher again, begging to switch partners for the photography project.

You two stayed partners and that was how you became friends with benefits. It hadn't taken very long for him to ask you out shortly after he realized that he wanted you to be more than sex for him and you agreed.

It was good...for a while. Then it just got bad. 

Eren couldn't understand why you went to so many parties despite knowing it wasn't his scene but you couldn't understand why he cared so much when there was no reason to be so worried about you. It was a party. You always went with Mikasa and Sasha so it wasn't as if you were going to them alone and hooking up with random people. 

It was just the difference between two people.

But he got attached and possessive over you.

Stole you from classes so often that it started to affect your grades. 

If he wasn't kissing along your body, forcing you to say things you didn't mean while several inches deep in you taking advantage of your hazed state–he was manipulating you into doing whatever else he wanted you to do. 

Anything to keep you near. 

Anything to keep every other guy in school far away from you. The marks and bruises certainly did that for him.

There wasn't much to hold onto when it came to remembering the two; more specifically Eren. Both stayed to themselves after you and him broke him and when everyone graduated, you never heard or saw them again.

That was why seeing Eren after all of those years again was a little startling and unsettling. Especially considering how different he not only dressed now but how grown up he looked.

"So, married huh?"

Armin blew out a breath, opening his eyes to focus on the way the clouds moved throughout the sky. "Yeah. Crazy, right?" He chuckled. "Truthfully, I didn't see myself getting married until my late 20s but...here I am."

Telling by the tone of his voice, it hadn't sounded like someone excited about spending the rest of their life with someone. It made you frown a little, wondering if he had been the one proposed to instead.

"I'm 23. I'm not sure I'm actually ready for marriage."

You studied his face and knew that he was being honest. What were you supposed to say? Or were you meant to just listen?

"I love Annie. I do." He poured his body weight into his dominant arm, using the other to run a hand through his hair with a sigh, ruining the perfect style that it was just in. "I'm just starting to think that this marriage thing is happening a little fast. Sure, we've got a baby on the way, but who said we had to be married before the baby came," he looked at you, amused by the shock on your face. "Oh. It doesn't look like you were informed." He giggled. "Yeah. I'm going to be a dad soon."

"Wha- When did this happen? Wait," you shook your head, trying to process the new information. "A baby?"

His face stretched into a beautiful smile, head tilted as he stared at you. "Yeah, a baby. This party is sort of surrounded by the news, actually." His face fell a little. "It's kind of why I'm hiding out here with you. Between all of the questions concerning us and the baby and talking about our engagement and the wedding...I just needed some air."

You fixed your lips into the form of a pout as you gave it some thought before opening your mouth again.

"You know...there's still time to run."

His laugh was genuine and filled the air quickly. You couldn't even bite back the smile that fought its way across your face.

"Yeah. Running. I could, but I love her. I could never leave her like that."

"Mm. Well, I don't have any experience with marriage or babies but I can tell you that it'll all work itself out. It's valid that you feel this way because it's going to be your first child and your first marriage. It seems like things are moving really fast but...I'm getting the feeling that you'll be able to handle it. If not," you shrugged, smiling. "I'm here if you want to talk. Or I can talk with both of you some time if things get too stressful."

Armin watched you look out into the night sky, eyes sliding down to your all-black attire, finding you seemingly perfect. He knew that you had talked about going into psychology in high school, but he wondered how it all worked out for you in the end.

"Thank you. I mean it. Uh...just out of curiosity, what do you do? If you don't mind me asking."

You smiled and hummed, fiddling with the jewelry around your fingers. "I'm a psychotherapist. I work with people of all ages, tackling their concerns and lending an ear, and giving a little insight on them." You looked at him. "So you were right. I haven't changed much at all."

He nodded. "The job fits you. You're good at this."

And it was back. 

You felt your entire body warm up at his compliment. "I...try to do what I can and just hope it's enough."

Blue eyes met you with promise, smiling. 

"Trust me. It is."

The talk between you and him lasted a little while longer until Sasha came out, looking for you. She'd also mentioned that Annie was inside searching for him as well so that was his queue to go back in.

"So," Sasha began and watched Armin walk back into the party. She wiggled her eyebrows, smirking. "Wanna tell me what that was about?"

You gave her a strange look and laughed, "You're kidding me, right?" Sasha didn't look like she was joking in the slightest. "Yeah, alright look. He's getting married, okay. I'm not a homewrecker."

Sasha put her hands up in defense, "Not saying you are but uh..." The smirk was back. "With a baby on the way and being 23, not sure he's all that happy so I'm just saying be a friend with a shoulder. Or...if you wanna offer up something else-"

"My god, you're impossible!" You exclaimed in embarrassment, heading back into the party and away from your maniac of a friend. Sasha laughed.

"I'm just sayin'!" as she followed you in.

xxxxxx

The party lasted another hour before everyone had to go back home for either work in the morning, their kids or were just downright exhausted from mingling and drinking too much.

You'd manage to stay out of Mikasa's line of sight the entire time and could enjoy some of the party.

Sasha was riding home with her other close friend, Connie, so there was only you to take care of.

You weren't much of a drinker, so you were still very much sober and could drive yourself back home.

As you were walking towards the entrance, you stopped in your tracks and cursed under your breath. You knew you had forgotten something. Your purse was still laying on the back wall table.

With the determined mind of going back to get it and heading out before anyone you knew saw you, you spun on your heel and ran right into a hard body.

You blinked and opened your mouth to apologize when a voice interrupted you.

"Excuse you?" A feminine voice spoke, and you looked up to see who it was.

Eren?

Did his voice get higher too?

"Wait..." The voice said, a bit cautious. You looked to the left and saw your worst nightmare. In the flesh. "I remember you." This wasn't happening.

You fixed up your best fake smile and widened your eyes to act as if you were surprised yet happy to see her. "Mikasa?" She smiled beautifully and was undeniably stunning up close.

In school, she'd always kept her hair fairly short but the Mikasa that stood in front of you now had grown it out down to her slender waist. It was half up, half down, paired with hairsticks that seemed to do well at keeping the half up portion out from her porcelain face. There was a soft apply of eyeliner and mascara but the bold red lipstick on her lips tied it all together. Everything about her was perfect. Even the long, black bodycon evening dress she had on looked to be molded against her body. Like you remembered, her ease into perfection didn't fail to push you back into that tiny box labeled 'insecurities'.

"Well you look gorgeous," she said, eyeing you down in wonder. "Though, you always did pull off the best suits." The way she said that, it sounded a little condescending but you chose to ignore it. "So," her arm tightened around Eren's, smiling sweetly at you. "I'm a little disappointed that we didn't get to chat tonight. I was looking for you." She giggled and patted his chest with her free hand. "I had Eren here do a little searching for me but," she shrugged. "No luck either. Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime and just catch up?" She then leaned towards you, hand cupped over her mouth and lowered into a whisper. "Then I can tell you all about how the hell I ended up dating this one."

Eren rolled his eyes, smirking. "As if we didn't make out a million times throughout high school. In the janitor's closet, no less."

Your brows twitched. What?

They were seeing each other while you and him were together? 

Then what had been the point of being so possessive over you when he was messing around with someone else? Why had he done all of that to keep you when he–

Mikasa straightened up and laughed, hitting his arm. "Well leave something for me to tell my oldest friend about, will ya?"

He chuckled and nodded, looking at you.

For some reason, when his eyes made contact with yours, it was as if your body had tried to shut down. Your heart thumped hard against your chest and your breath hitched. There was something different from catching him across the room than seeing him up close. Much different.

He was taller and his features were sharper. Had his brows always been naturally dark? Jade eyes that pierced through you like they were trying to look into you and see the way he was affecting you. Beautiful viridescent eyes that tried searching yours but for what?

Mikasa looked good with him and he looked good with her. They were perfect for each other, which wasn't how you saw either of their futures panning out. To see them together, it was like two perfect puzzle pieces. It only pained you because it made you realize that the majority of your class had husbands, wives or boyfriends and girlfriends and then... 

Well then, there was you.

Whoever said being single isn't all that bad—lied.

"Well, we should probably get going. It's getting late and we've got one more stop before going home." Mikasa grinned at you then at Eren who tore his gaze from you to her. "Are you still up for...?"

"Hell yeah," he said with a smirk. You couldn't help but notice the way his hand squeezed her waist and the look they shared.

You grimaced. Yeah, that was a conversation you definitely didn't want to stay in on.

"Alright, well!" You said with a big smile, pointing to your purse that was still on the table across the room. "Gonna go grab that and head out myself. It was really nice seeing you two again. You both look great by the way." Eren smiled at you. Mikasa quickly dove into her handbag and retrieved her phone.

"Wait, let's exchange numbers." She looked up from her cell and winked. "I was serious about that coffee, you know."

"Oh," you chuckled, having hoped she would have forgotten about that by now. "Yeah, absolutely!" You gave her your number and then they were off. The sigh that slipped past your lips was purely out of dread. There was a good chance that she was going to end up forgetting about that coffee and that was what you were going to hold onto for the next week or so, waiting for her to not contact you.

"Me and Eren have been together ever since. I really...I really love him and I love the way that he loves me. I can't ask for a better boyfriend."

"I'm so happy for you. Really, I am."

"Thank you. I hope that you'll find your perfect person too! They're out there somewhere. Just keep being patient."

"Yeah, hah. We'll see."

"Never know! Could be someone you've already met before."

"And how likely is that?"

"More than you'd know."

Several weeks later, Mikasa had in fact remembered but the coffee date turned out better than you were expecting.

You two caught up on quite a bit and she told you how she ended up dating Eren. They were seeing each other (behind your back) for a few months their senior year and then chose the same college. They went on to make things official their sophomore year.  

The way she spoke about him...it was clear that he was a completely different person than when he was with you, back in high school. Despite seeming different now, that didn't mean you were ready to be friends again. If you could hang out with Mikasa and never see him, it sounded perfect.

Knowing that they were dating didn't bother you in the slightest. Or at least, that was what you tried telling yourself. 

After the date with Mikasa, you decided to go and visit Armin at his new bakery shop.

It was learned through Mikasa that he was stressed about what goods to display and you loved sweets so why not?

The door chimed as you pushed it open and was welcomed by the fresh smell of baked goods and the strong smell of vanilla with a hint of cinnamon.

"Wow," you breathed, looking at how beautiful the set up around the shop was. There looked to be some real work put into everything. 

It had his touch, that was for sure.

"Hey!" Armin said as he rounded the corner, coming out of the kitchen. "What brings you here, pretty girl?"

With a kind smile, you walked up to the counter and stared at all of the baked goods that were in the displays. "A little birdie told me that you needed a taste tester and well," your skin flushed. "I was wondering if I happened to fit the job?"

His smile was bright and immediate, leaning up against the counter with his hands supporting his weight. "You're perfect for the job actually," and you were quickly bombarded with different samples to try.

"So...what do you think?" Armin asked, wiping his hand clean on his apron as he studied your face to catch you in a lie in case you tried to save his feelings from getting hurt.

You nodded, stuffing a cream covered thumb in your mouth with surprised eyes. "Mm! It's really good!"

He chuckled at the way you tried to talk around your thumb. "Yeah?" He moved a hand up to your face and your body went rigid. "Sorry, you've got some whipped cream on your nose. Mind if I...?" You looked at him, sure that your face looked strange, and shook your head as he continued. "Are you usually such a messy eater?" He asked with a laugh, swiping the cream off with his index finger. 

"Uh, no. Not really, just," your eyes searched around until he held out what he figured you were looking for. With a shy smile, you took the napkin, cleaning off your other fingers. "The cake was really good. I just wasn't worried about keeping clean."

Armin was still a breath away, close enough to kiss you if he wanted to. Did you want him to?

No. Annie. Think about Annie. Remember? His very pregnant fiancé?

"That's quite alright," he leaned back against the counter, his elbow keeping him up while you were sitting on the counter next to him. You tried to act like you were busy with cleaning your hands but they were already clear of any cake residue. It hadn't felt awkward but you were notorious for creating it in random situations. "So...which one should I display? The cake or the cinnamon rolls?"

You hummed, looking in between the two with narrowed eyes. "Man, that's a tough one. Are you sure you have to choose?" You looked at him and he was staring at the two in thought.

"Yeah, I mean... All of my other displays are full and I don't want to replace any." He looked back at you with a pout. "It's hard to think about getting rid of any of my goods when everyone still likes them all. Including me."

It was between the delicious whipped cake or the buttery cinnamon rolls. It had to go with the season and cinnamon rolls felt reserved for autumn heading into winter. Cakes were all year around but Armin owned a bakery. It needed to be seasonal like the rest of his goods were. With that being said...

"Let's go with the cinnamon rolls." You smiled watching as his eyes lit up. Seemed like that had been his first choice from the start. He didn't want to say anything that would've tampered with your opinion. Thoughtful and smart. No wonder he was married with a baby on the way. "I think they would be perfect around the holidays."

"I love it! You read my mind," he sent you a wink before taking the cake towards the back to store for later. 

As you waited for him to come back, you looked around the store and couldn't help but wonder if Armin had fixed up the place on his own or had some help with it. 

Dark wooden tables around the shop with the chairs to match and dark flooring that looked close to black. The color scheme of the entire shop was a dark brown and it fit with the atmosphere. It was the first bakery shop you'd ever seen with dark colors. It didn't seem like it would've come as a shock that Armin had done it all by himself. Or the majority of it.

There were low hanging light fixtures all about the shop but only two stayed on, which were those that hung above you to illuminate the space you were still seated at. There was a large case filled with different foods and a smaller case near the register that had nothing but muffins, cookies, small slices of cake and danishes in it. 

It was a cozy little shop. It was no wonder Mikasa always talked about Armin being in it instead of going out and doing things with her. She said his shop was like his second home. He baked when he was happy and he baked when he was sad. 

"Nothing has ever caught and kept Armin's attention more than baking," Mikasa once told you with a faint smile. "Before meeting Annie, he declined a date with a pretty girl once just because he had catering to do. It could've waited or he could've invited her to his shop and just shown her how he did things there. It would've still been a date. Ah, she was such a sweet one too but he gets so immersed into baking that he isn't able to see anything else. Or anyone else, for that matter. Except Annie." She giggled, downing the last sip of water from her bottle. "But lately...I've been seeing something different." She eyed you down, thinking. "He's been a little...distracted and I haven't been able to understand why. Either way, he bakes for a completely different reason than what I'm sure most people think. He's got a past, like the rest of us, that he doesn't want to confront. Should probably book a session with you sometime, huh?"

It sounded as if she was speaking lightly back then but being with Armin and talking with him...could she have been telling some sort of truth?

"Hey, sorry for taking so long," he said as he came around the corner, cleaning his hands again. There was a clear tint of redness across his face but it was faint and you had to squint to make sure you saw it. "I...accidentally dropped the cake." Ah. He was embarrassed.

You smiled. "Mm. Let me guess, you don't drop cakes very often huh?"

Armin shook his head, "Nah, not really a cake dropper. It's not exactly something I excel at." He smiled back when you laughed, mesmerized by the way the corners of your lips tilted up. "This may sound sudden but you…have a really pretty smile."

You stared at him, barely blinking.

He was definitely flirting and you weren't sure how to respond.

"Oh," you slowly slid off of the counter, looking everywhere but back at him. "Thank you."

"You know," he suddenly reached out, slowly to not startle you. "I'm not sure if I was too obvious or not but," he picked something out of your hair, looking at you. "I like you and that may sound crazy because Annie's still in the picture, but I don't know. I just... I think I want to get to know you better. I do like what I've seen so far, personality wise. I’m obviously very physically attracted to you and want to kno-"

"Armin," you interrupted, gently pushing his hand away. "We... No. I can't let you do this. I'm sorry and I'm saying this because I respect you and Annie." The apologetic look on your face made him back up and lean against the opposite counter with a sigh. "I'm sorry."

"Fuck. No, I'm so sorry," he muttered, looking down in shame. "I've just been so stressed. Me and Annie...we aren't doing so good honestly." The laugh he let out was dry and meaningless. "We put on a front at that party." He sniffled, frowning down at the floor. "I know it's because she's pregnant but lately... Lately it's felt less like we're in a relationship and more like we're just friends having a baby, if that makes any sense."

With a frown, you nodded. "It makes perfect sense, Armin." You stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you through wet lashes and you let out a breath. "Just take it a day at a time and I want to suggest that you talk to her about how you feel. Sure she can't read your mind."

He searched through your eyes and found nothing but genuine concern. That calmed him down a bit but that wasn't enough to make him feel any less embarrassed about how he'd just acted towards you.

"Thank you. That means a lot. Again."

The both of you laughed as he got himself together and smiled. "Okay. I should get this place ready to officially open tomorrow and I'll let you get home before it gets too late."

You smiled back and patted his shoulder. "Don't work too late. Annie needs you."

He chuckled, shoving his hands in his apron. Blues shining under the fluorescent lights above. "Yes ma'am."

When you left, it was hard to convince yourself to forget about how good Armin smelled when he got that close to you. The way his voice lowered an octave and held your gaze better than anyone you'd ever met. How gentle he touched you and spoke to you. It only told you how lucky Annie was and how good of a person you were for choosing to not to be a complete home-wrecker just now.

Nothing needed to happen between you two. Friends was a safe bet. Though, if he couldn't handle things as they were now, then when the baby came he was going to be extremely stressed out. Maybe Mikasa had been onto something.

Maybe Armin needed to book a session with you soon.

Him and Annie.

When you got back home, you started with a fresh shower first before heading into the kitchen to warm up some leftovers.  

With your damp hair up and your signature robe on, you floated throughout the kitchen. With your mind active in thinking about Armin and what you felt was going to help him the best, you couldn't eat at the table. So, you chose to sit at the bar and eat.

You lazily mixed up the spaghetti and pouted in thought. "Why do I get the feeling that just talking with him won't be enough to help?" You didn't want to get into his business with his relationship with Annie and preferred waiting on one of them to come to you, but you saw the way he struggled earlier. Armin was stressed out and confused. However, a talk with Annie felt like the best route. You assumed that after he spoke with her about how he was feeling, she would end up being understanding. Those things would end up working themselves out (hopefully for the better).

As soon as you were about to stuff a forkful of pasta into your mouth, that was when your phone buzzed. You were going to ignore it but it didn't stop. 

"Who's calling this late?"

You flipped the device over to reveal an unknown number trying to face-time you. 

Weird. No one you didn't know had your number and those that did were strictly told to not give it out to anyone that asked unless they asked you directly. Your friends, especially Sasha, understood that but then a thought hit you. You'd given your number to Mikasa recently. What if she had given it out? But to whom?

Out of pure curiosity, you decided to hit the 'accept' button but turned your camera off just in case it was someone you didn't know. 

The other end was silent for a long while. It made you anxious and you were extremely close to hanging up when a low voice spoke up.

"Yo, are you busy or something?"

You blinked, staring at the device.

Then he laughed. "Is your camera off? What? Do you look like shit right now?"

Eren?

With a sigh in annoyance, wondering why Mikasa had given him your number in the first place, you picked up the phone and turned the camera on. "What the hell do you want? Talk fast. I've got some itchy fingers ready to end this call any second now."

The brunette smirked and placed his arm behind his head. It looked like he was in bed. 

'Ugh,' you thought to yourself. He was video calling you while in bed. Him. In bed. You. On the phone. With him.

As if to make matters worse, you saw your reflection in the front view of your phone and squeezed your eyes shut. He was right. You definitely looked like shit. 

"Oou shit, you do look gross," he said, laughing again but harder this time. 

You reopened your eyes and glared at him with a finger hovering over the 'end' button. "Talk fast, Eren. You're on very thin ice."

As much as you wished he looked equally gross, he didn't. Never could.

He was, in fact, in bed and because of that, he was only wearing sweats and his hair looked damp as well. Seemed like he had just showered too but didn't dry off well enough. His chest was littered with drops of water and it was almost as distracting as his annoying smirk. 

It was as if he existed to torture you in the worst possible ways. 

"Alright, alright." You noticed that he was chewing gum. As if he wasn't being intrusive enough. "Can you like...add me as a contact in your phone? Because the next time that I call, I don't really wanna wait 80 years for you to pick it up because you don't know who it is."

Your eyes narrowed. "You have one more minute before you're hearing the dial tone."

"Okay!" he exclaimed before pulling a pillow on his chest to hug. He pouted, "You're so bossy. Anyway, I just wanted to see what you were up to. Mikasa's still out and I got a little bored so I thought to just call you."

You sighed, tempted to pinch the bridge of your nose to remind yourself that this was actually happening. "You got bored. Is that really the only reason I'm being forced to talk to you right now?"

Eren picked at the black corded bracelet around his wrist, green eyes focused on the clasp that held it together. "Yeah?"

"Oh my god."

"You called," he said, looking back at the screen with a dumb smile on his face. Was this hell?

"Eren," you said in a warning tone and he groaned, putting the pillow over his face. Even with the cotton in between him and the speaker, it was still hard to ignore the chewing.

"Can't you just entertain a guy?" He asked through the pillow and you mumbled under your breath about a lot of ways you could entertain him when he shoved the pillow down slowly, revealing a devilish half smile. "You know what," he interrupted you. His eyes scoured what he was able to see, which (unfortunately) wasn't much. Although, your robe wasn't secured all the way. He got a good enough view of the top of your breasts and licked his lips. "Maybe you can give me a strip show." He got comfortable in bed, ditching the pillow completely and rested the phone on his chest with his other arm back behind his head. "Just something to pass the time."

You looked at him like he was genuinely insane. Then you nodded, "Yeah, ending the call now."

"Only chickens say no," he sang, teasingly.

"Then I'm a chicken," you snapped back.

Eren pouted again and it was hard to ignore him this time. "Not even a peek? Just a small one?"

In some alternate world, if you had done anything he said, it wasn't going to stop. He was going to want more. That was just how he was. Selfish, and greedy.

Has he really changed all that much from before? Was he still as manipulative as back then? What if instead of getting better, he'd gotten worse over the years? If that was the case, it was a wonder how Mikasa was able to deal with someone like that.

"Uhh, no." You closed your robe even more, frowning. "I don't do that and we're not even close. Not that if we were close, I'd show you anything. Plus, you already know what I look like underneath all of this. Or did you forget."

He jutted his lips out like he was really trying to remember and you set the phone back down, letting him enjoy the view of your ceiling. You heard him laugh through the speakers and was thankful that you had adjusted the view because you couldn't fight off a smile any longer. 

Eren was still unbelievably annoying but just as attractive and able to get what he wanted just like before. It wasn't like you were ready to get naked in front of him again...or ever. It was just nice seeing and talking to him again.

Wow, did you really just think that?

It was late and you were losing your mind over what almost happened with Armin earlier.

Yeah. That was it. Had to be it. 

"Okay, okay. I won't ask anymore," you heard him say and his voice had trailed off a little bit. It gave you a moment to take the bite you had missed out on when you answered the call earlier. 

After a few more bites, you'd noticed how quiet the other line got and with furrowed brows and newfound curiosity, you leaned over to find the screen grayed out. His camera was off. Weird. He must've gone to the bathroom or something. Was it your queue to finally end the call and pretend that the whole conversation never happened?

"Yep."

You were about to hit the 'end' button when you heard a faint groan. 

You squinted at the blank screen, having convinced yourself that if you looked hard enough, you were going to see something.

You weren't wrong.

His camera was still on, it was just the view of his ceiling too. The camera shook a little but it would've gone unnoticed if you weren't looking as hard as you were.

Then it was quickly picked up and you moved away from the screen, heart pounding from trying to be so nosy. 

But what was that noise about?

"Sorry," Eren mumbled, trying to get comfy in his bed again. "I stubbed my toe before getting back in bed so if you heard that – sorry again."

You rolled your eyes, "Should've known."

"Hey so be honest with me," he shuffled around until he was on his side. As you ate, you watched him struggle to set his phone up against one of his pillows so that he was able to talk, hands free. "Are you still mad at me for how I acted in high school or...?" After you picked the phone back up, there was a weird look on your face and he laughed, covering his face, laying against the bed. "No! Okay I mean like..." he dropped his hands and turned his head to look at you. You gulped down the pasta and paid attention. You had a strange feeling he was about to say something serious for once and didn't want to blow him off. "After finding out, at the reunion, that I was also with Mikasa back then when I was supposed to be with just you."

It took a lot of tries before it actually registered in your head that he was genuinely worried about your feelings. 

Maybe it was worth entertaining.

You pushed the bowl of pasta away before giving him a proper answer.

"Truthfully?" He nodded, and it was like he was holding his breath as he got ready to hear what he'd been wanting to know since he’d seen you again. "No. I'm not mad about that. Sure, it was a dick move but that was years ago, Eren. We've grown up a lot since then and I don't hold grudges that old."

He let out a long breath, proving you right. He had been nervous to hear what you were going to say and looked relieved to know that you weren't holding onto any resentment towards how he acted when he was younger. 

How could you be upset or even hate him for what he did? It was so long ago and it shouldn't define who he grew up to be. Him and Mikasa looked steady and happy. They were sure to have their own problems, because what relationship didn't? However, it really did look like he wasn't making the same mistakes from back then.

Eren...Eren might've grown up. He wasn't that sixteen year old boy that you'd met, dated and left all those years ago.

The person that stared back at you through the screen was no boy. He was a man now, and it was almost hard to come to terms with because you'd always (secretly) wondered what he ended up being like after graduating.

Maybe a friendship was possible. If there were no real grudges held...what was stopping you? 

You didn't hate him. Not really. It was more on the lines of it shouldn't have happened. That the relationship between the two of you back then shouldn't have happened and yet it was a memory that you couldn't erase. 

"Good," he said, turning back over onto his side with his head resting against the palm of his hand, staring at the screen. His abdomen flexed with the movement along with the tendons in his arms. "Would probably cry if I found out that my favorite girl hated me."

You smiled a little, looking down. "You're so annoying, you know that?"

"Mmm, I do get that quite often actually so I'm pretty aware," he said through a cheesy grin, messing with his hair. 

As you stared at him, using that moment where he was distracted, you couldn't deny the extreme growth he had gone through from high school to now. 

From his voice, the length of his hair and how he acted. Moreover, his physique. Lean, athletic. Someone that looked like he worked out a few times a week but wasn't exactly a gym head. Just liked to stay toned. You wondered if he still liked to keep a stash of junk food by his bed like he used to or had he grown out of that as well. 

Did he still play video games? What was his job? Mikasa hadn't told you much about him but since she'd given him your number, did that mean that she was open to you talking to him on a friendship level? She didn't seem like someone that was insecure enough to keep her boyfriend away from every girl on the planet but still...

"Probably should take a screenshot," he smirked. "Wouldn't wanna forget what I look like later on, huh?"

You groaned, putting your head down in embarrassment. "Shut. Up."

His annoying laugh flowed through the speakers again, and you smiled so hard that your cheeks began to hurt. 

You'd almost forgotten what it was like talking to him again. 

It was refreshing and addictive. To hear his voice, his laughter. Those were things that you didn't know you missed but were happy to have again.

After that conversation, to your surprise...there were more. 

Eren called you almost every night and you found out it was because Mikasa had the most clients around the late evening, so he was stuck by himself. He told you that he usually would've called Armin or Jean, but both were busy with their girls to entertain him so you were now stuck with the job.

Of course, he'd suggested that the two of you meet up and just catch up in person but you told him that you weren't ready for that yet. That was when he knew that there were still some things from the past that you were holding onto, but claimed weren't grudges. 

Were they?

More like things that you were still uneasy about. Things that you couldn’t just store away and pretend hadn’t happened. Nothing like holding a grudge, but just being cautious.

Either way, he understood so he kept his distance and enjoyed what he could get.

Which, unbeknownst to you...that was what he liked.

Not being able to physically see you but still have some sort of contact. To not know when (or if) he was going to be able to talk to you in person again. 

Eren always did enjoy the chase.

There was not a phone call that you missed nor a text that you ignored, and it started to become a little too natural. Too easy. 

When you got home one night, you ran yourself a bath first before eating dinner. It was like clock work...usually. 

By this time, Eren would've called but there was nothing but radio silence. 

It was strange.

You sat at the edge of the claw foot tub, brows pushed together as you reached a hand out to test the temperature of the water.

Idiotic. You couldn't help but feel dumb for getting so used to him being there when you forgot that Mikasa was very much in the picture. They were together. A couple. He wasn't supposed to be available for you to talk to whenever you wanted him to be. It didn't work like that and you shouldn't have thought that way. 

If he couldn't call, it was normal. Maybe he was out with her. Like on a date or something. If so, it wasn't any of your business and there was always next time. Or a time after that and so on. 

You sighed. 

"I need to get my crap together."

Maybe a few tinder dates was what you needed sometime soon.

After the water was warm enough to your liking, you disrobed and slowly got in. Your phone was on top of the toilet lid, just at arms reach in case Sasha called you back about the spare key.

It was funny. She had lost it and got it replaced but...lost it again. So, she went back for another replacement and was supposed to be bringing it by to not lose it again. You'd suggested that she put it on a necklace chain, but not wear it as a necklace. Just have it somewhere she would remember but maybe in plain sight.

There was never a time she didn't lose something important. 

As you fell into thought, Armin came up in your mind for the millionth time today.

He'd told you recently that things were better between him and Annie. They talked through some things and now their communication skills were a lot better than before. They were both making the necessary adjustments and putting forth the right amount of effort to keep the relationship above water. 

You were happy for him.

For both of them.

"Jeez, am I really the only single one out of my friend group now?" You asked yourself as you slid your back down until the water rested just above your chin. 

Sasha was starting to see someone and you were happy for her. You didn't know much about the guy other than he was going to school to become a chef. You smiled. She also ranted about him being quite tall and how much she loved that about him. 

This was good for her. She deserved to be happy. She'd been single for a pretty long time too.

It was about time that she found someone.

With a sigh, you tilted your head up to look at the ceiling. 

"Maybe one day."

Once you had started to notice that you were pruning up from the water, you quickly washed up and got out, drying yourself as you headed back into the room. 

You tossed your cell on the bed and went into the closet to find something to throw on. Preferably a big t-shirt.

Your phone was ringing but the volume was set a bit low so you missed the first call. When you walked back into the room, you noticed the screen light up and went over to see who it was.

"Really?" You spoke low amongst yourself in surprise. 

It was a shock but nevertheless, you didn't hesitate to pick it up.

"Hey."

"Heyy, sorry to bother you so late. Were you busy?"

You sat on the edge of the bed, smiling. "No, I just got out of the tub actually. Your timing couldn't have been better."

Armin laughed on the other end and pushed his glasses back up his nose, "Well it sounds like I missed the show."

Your skin flushed at him insinuating that he wanted to see you naked but quickly wrote it off as him attempting to be somewhat funny.

"Yeah," you used your ear and shoulder to clamp down on the cell as you slid on a pair of underwear. "You sure did. So, what's got you calling so late? Not that I'm complaining. It's always nice talking to you." It just wasn't normal for him to call during the nights. You didn't want to think about there being something wrong between him and Annie or even with the baby.

"No reason. I just wanted to see how you were doing," he tried to convince you, but his tone was off. There was something else and you weren't entirely sure that you were able to question it because maybe he didn't want to talk about it.

Either way, it was something you were going to have to let him bring up instead.

"Mm, how sweet of you. I've been great actually."

"Still talking to Eren?"

"Mhm! We haven't talked much today but I still do."

"Oh. Cool."

There it was. 

Of course. 

It made sense. Maybe Armin missed hanging out with his best friend and felt like you were the cause. If you were right, was it serious enough for him to bring it up? How was it not something that could've been settled between the both of them?

You smiled, turning over to lay flat on your stomach with your legs up and crossed. "Don't worry. I'm not trying to steal your best friend."

You heard a deep chuckle on the other end, "Steal him? It's nothing like that. I just missed talking to you, actually." You didn't even have time to scream into your pillow when he continued, "Feel like you enjoy talking to him more than you do with me."

His tone had been light but you could tell by the way he said it that he was actually a bit hurt over not getting the same amount of attention from you as Eren was getting.

"Well you know what, I'm going to start bugging you a lot more." You smiled, "-really shouldn't have said that now."

"Might come off as a shock but I would love that."

"As friends."

"Of course. Nothing more."

The call didn't last long. Not when Eren had been trying to call and text you. Armin understood, said goodnight and you hit Eren's name.

"Mm, what is this?" He asked you.

"I- What?"

"Hold on."

Confused, you laid there and waited until he was done doing whatever it was that he was making you wait for.

Then a facetime call was trying to come through.

Without hesitation, you answered it and saw that he was in the bathroom with wet hair.

Why was he always either getting out of the shower or about to take one when you video called?

"There's my pretty girl," he commented and you rolled your eyes, smiling. "Mm, and she smiles. Lovely."

"You're making it very hard to stay mad at you," you mumbled, picking at a stray thread that was coming out of your blanket. "You got all busy on me."

You watched as he applied shaving cream on his face and tried to set the phone up to where you were still able to see him. The angle wasn't bad at all. You were peering up from a low angle where he was leaned forward, close to the mirror. "Sorry baby, I was a bag boy all day for Mikasa. She bought a lot of stuff and I had to carry it all." He looked down at you with a cheesy grin before flexing his arms, making you laugh. "Totally worth it because that was my arm workout for the day, huh?"

"Bag boy. That's got a nice ring to it."

His face got a little red, going back to shaving. "Use it after today and you're dead."

"Okay, okay. Fine," you casually commented, finding the shaving asmr to be quite soothing. 

The sound of him using the blade to remove the little hairs that were once there and brush the shaving cream away, it began to make you a little sleepy. Plus, you were freshly bathed and Eren wasn't helping you stay awake in the slightest.

You decided to venture off onto other apps in order to help you stay awake while still watching him shave. He was humming some tune to himself that provided good background noise once you decided to text some of your friends back. 

It was odd how easy you two fell back into old habits. Like there hadn't been an entire five year gap in between the friendship. Or...situation-ship, rather. 

Curiously enough, you couldn't help but wonder what Mikasa thought about the two of you having major contact again. It didn't seem like she was all that bothered since she had been the one to connect the two of you but you couldn't help but wonder if there was some other ulterior motive? Was it a test of some kind? 

Couldn't put it past her. She'd done it once before with Historia. Only to make sure that she was her friend and not someone wanting to get close just to get juicy intel on her. Then spread it around school. Childish, true, but Mikasa wasn't dumb. 

Turns out Historia was a genuine person and had no plans of spying on her for anything. She just wanted to be friends and that was how she claimed her place in the clique. Of course, that had all happened before you came along but Mikasa felt it was something you needed to know about.

Wasn't hard to tell that she told you that story simply because she didn't trust you fully. That was back then. Even after five years of no contact, was it wrong to have your doubts about her? When it came to her trust, it wasn't given out very easily.

It made you wonder.

Did you still have it?

"Aw, your camera's off again,” he whined.

You saw him pout and it annoyed you because he was cute when he got like that.

It was even better when you made him work to get what he wanted from you.

You clicked back into the screen and your face was back in view. He instantly smiled and grabbed a towel to clean up the excess cream. 

"There she is."

"Oh my god, Eren, stop talking like that," you groaned, wanting to throw the phone across the room.

His laugh rang through the speakers, undoubtedly at your expense. 

"You're still shy, huh?" He checked himself in the mirror before he picked up the device and began walking out of the bathroom with only a short towel draped around his neck and a towel hung low on his hips. You saw everything and wished you didn't because it made you frustrated. There weren't any real feelings for him anymore but did finding him stupidly attractive count? 

You hoped not.

"I'm not shy," you flipped onto your back and held the phone out in front of you, in the air. 

Eren had moved to the bedroom that was clear of his girlfriend, whom you only assumed was still at work. You smiled to yourself. Instead of texting and calling her, here he was. Facetiming you while shaving and walking around the apartment half naked. He was comfortable with you and you tried to not let that mean anything. 

Key word. 

Tried. 

"Liar," he sang and you flipped him off. 

"Aw, c'mon," he plopped down on the edge of the bed. His arm was tired of holding the phone at eye level so he rested his hand against his thigh and again, you had a low angle view of him. He was looking down at you through dark lashes, eyes almost greener than they were in the bathroom. It was almost hard keeping eye contact but you didn't want him to tease you or come up with crazy (not so crazy) assumptions about it.

"You can be a little meanie, can't you."

It sounded rhetorical enough to not entertain him with an answer so you settled for a hum and he smiled, watching you rub at your eyes.

"Hey, I won't hold you up. I know you're tired. We can talk sometime late-"

"No." You quickly answered, frowning. "We're talking until I fall asleep. No objections. I..." you looked to the side, finally releasing the eye contact while you told him your feelings. You would have rather died then be honest about how you felt, but as a therapist – honesty was the best policy. No friendship could survive without proper communication. You understood that more than anyone. "I kind of missed you today." When you heard him speak, you looked back at him, holding up a finger. "And don't let that go to your obnoxiously big head, alright? I only meant that I enjoy our talks so...yeah. No big deal."

Eren couldn't help but find the entire situation funny. The way you expressed your feelings looked painful and it was like watching a car wreck but he always loved every minute of it. At least you were capable of telling him what was on your mind rather than not.

"Yeah, yeah. I won't," he replied with fake sincerity as he used the towel around his neck to dry the ends of his hair. "Okay, I'm gonna put some sweats on and get in bed. Are we..." a slow smirk rose to his face. "Are we really going to fall asleep on the phone together?"

"Oh my god, don't make it a big deal," you whined, sitting up in bed. You didn't have a bra on (because why sleep with something so constricting on?) and that gave Eren a wide and clear view of your nipples that were poking against your shirt from the friction. "You're so annoying. Go put pants on. I think it's weird you've got your dick out right now with me on the phone. Perv."

He laughed out loud and fell back on the bed, looking at you from the side. "I mean, it kinda sounds like you wanna see it..."

"No! I will end this call right now, don't play with me."

Another laugh erupted from the other end, and you watched him position the camera away from the closet but it was still in view of the body mirror that they had in their bedroom. In fact, if you remembered correctly...there were a few other mirrors in the room.

You wondered why someone would want to have more than one mirror in the room unless they were-

"Oh my god."

You wanted to go back to the ten seconds where you didn't put those pieces together and realize something you wished you hadn't. 

Luckily, Eren hadn't heard you so that was a conversation you were thankful to skip.

While he was busy dressing, you reached to the side and dimmed your lamp so that it wasn't so bright. The thought of eating something was too far at the back of your mind. You were already so tired. You were just going to have to have a hearty breakfast in the morning to make up for the missed dinner.

Once you were settled into bed, comfortable underneath the sheets, you paid more attention to the screen and almost blinked yourself into another dimension.

"Eren?!"

There he stood. Barebacked in the reflection of the mirror, in front of his closet. Granted, all that you were able to see were his ass cheeks but that was already too much in and of itself. 

He looked behind him, looking for the phone he'd set down on the bed and smirked at his own reflection, figuring out that was how you were able to see him.

"I mean, you don't have to look," he responded, sending you a wink that almost made you want to throw up yet cry at the same time because even through the mirror, he looked good. 

"I've been skipping leg day for the past couple of days so sorry if they're not up to par," he commented, smirking to himself as he pulled out a pair of dark grey sweats. "Although, I'm getting the feeling that you don't really care. A view is a view right?"

He slipped on the pants and stretched with a yawn, walking back to the bed and snatching the phone up. 

The look on your face almost made him want to laugh but he enjoyed teasing you so he gave in again. "What's that look for? Did you not like it?"

Your eyebrows were pushed together and there was a cute pout on your lips. Your facial expression looked as if you'd just smelled something extremely sour and didn't know how to feel about it.

He cracked and laughed, running a hand through his hair.

"Are we sleeping or what?" He asked you.

"...yeah. I guess."

“You guessss,” he teased, reaching over and turning off the only other light in the room and got into bed with a groan, licking his lips. You were still partially visible while he was shrouded in complete darkness. In all honesty, you were thankful that he was out of your line of sight.

You'd had enough of the visuals for one night.

"So..." Eren mumbled, finding comfort at being on top of the covers. "Do we just...fall asleep or-"

"Have you really never fallen asleep on the phone before?" You asked him, the corners of your lips twitching up, wanting to smile. It would've been nice to have something to tease him about in the future. He never had a problem doing it with you.

"Of course I have!" He shot back defensively, and you couldn't help but giggle. "I just don't do it very often so it's kind of awkward."

"Wow. I can't believe the great Eren Jaeger is actually scared of a little vulnerability. Is this...his kryptonite? Stay tuned to find out."

He snorted. "Make fun of me all you want, but I've gotten to be a pretty private person since high school."

"We don't have to stay on the phone together. I mean, we can sleep now actually. Like separately."

Eren brought over the same pillow he'd had earlier and hugged it the same way. "No, this is fine. I don't mind falling asleep next to you...even though I'm pretty positive you still snore like a 30 year old man with three jobs."

You laughed out loud and wished you could hit him with something but you couldn't so you settled for making as much noise from your end. He was saying something but you were too busy rubbing the end of your phone into the sheets.

"-okay, okay! I get it!" You heard him say and laughed, pulling the device away. It was followed by another long, tired yawn. "Well, I'm about to knock out. You'd better be sleeping too."

You smiled and nodded. "I'm extremely exhausted so it won't take me long." You turned off your lamp and you were also engulfed in darkness. He couldn't see you and you couldn't see him. It made things a little less weird. At least, for you.

"Good."

The soft sound of your a/c whirring on provided the perfect background noise as you pulled a pillow close, setting your phone right next to it. 

The shuffling sounds on his end had ceased and if you paid close enough attention, his breathing had evened out. 

'He's still a fast sleeper I see,' you thought to yourself with a soft smile. 

It wasn't as weird as you'd thought it was going to be. Sure, he was at his place and you were at your own, but it still felt like he was right next to you. He made low noises in his sleep but other than that, he was quiet and it was soothing. 

Soon enough, you'd found yourself falling asleep to the sound of the air conditioning and his soft snoring.

When you opened your eyes again, it was still pitch black.

You didn't know the time but it was definitely late.

With half lidded eyes and a groggy vision, you picked up the cell that was still next to you and noticed that you'd been on the phone for six hours. It was two in the morning and it seemed like Eren was still fast asleep. The other end was a bit quiet but you figured that he had stopped snoring at some point in the night. 

You were about to end the call when you heard a deep groan. It was a bit low but it was unmistakable. 

That was Eren.

It sounded a bit similar to the sound he'd made earlier while being on call. It had come from him supposedly stubbing his toe but this sound...it didn't sound like it came from him hurting himself again. Plus, he was supposed to be in bed.

How would he stub his toe in bed?

You rubbed your eyes and quickly muted yourself as you sat up. The phone was still in your hand and you tried looking at every part of the screen to figure out what exactly was going on but it was so dark. You couldn't see anything.

"Fuck."

You froze. 

Was he...?

No.

He was just mumbling in his sleep. That was it. Nothing else.

You almost wanted to turn the light on, because listening to him in the dark made it even weirder, when you heard him shift around. Quickly after, a small light was turned on and you heard a drawer open. 

With the room illuminated, you saw a bit of the ceiling and what looked to be his arm covering some of the screen. Then the drawer closed and the sound of a cap being popped open made your stomach knot twice over.

What if you had been wrong? What if he was actually about to jerk one off with you still being on call? Then again...it wasn't like he was forcing you to stay there. Maybe he'd forgotten that the call was still going on. That made you feel like a complete pervert. Whatever he was actually doing, six hours was enough. It was late and you needed to get a few more hours of sleep. It was a Saturday which meant no work but that didn't mean you needed to stay up all night. Not with Eren about to do god knows what with you listening on the other end.

"I should hang up," you whispered to yourself, the phone still in your hand. There were more noises on the other end as you stared at whatever view he was giving you. "I need to hang up."

Then, by some strange coincidence, he picked up the phone and stared at it with furrowed brows. It was like he was trying to figure out if it was still on or not when all he had to do was tap the screen to see that it was.

"Oh my god," you breathed, thinking you had been caught. That he could see you, through the dark, watching him.

Eren's green eyes searched all across the dark screen before smirking to himself. 

"Guess she fell asleep. Probably won't mind."

You blinked as he set the phone, casually, against a pillow next to him so that you were able to see exactly what he was up to.

If only you had actually still been asleep right now. 

He was propped up against the headboard, legs out in front of him and a hand against his abdomen that flexed repeatedly with each heavy breath he took. There was no regard towards being caught by you at all. There was a lazy smile on his face, staring down at the way he leaked across his stomach. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight. His pajama pants were pulled down mid-thigh but aside from that, he was completely bare. It was like he wanted to be caught. Wanted you to watch him get off, but for what? What was it going to lead to? Or was it possible that he actually believed that you were still asleep? 

Eren smoothed his hand down the underside of his cock while his other hand spread across his chest, moving over a nipple. His lips were parted as he breathed out, not sparing one glance towards the phone. To you, who stared, noticing the way his thighs would twitch every time his thumb would accidentally trace over the head of his cock. 

You needed to end the call. You needed to send him a text saying that you ended the call because it was late and you didn't want your phone to overheat with it staying on for more than six hours. Some sort of convincing lie to get you out of the current situation that you were in. There was no good excuse as to why you were watching him touch himself. He had a girlfriend. Mikasa was your friend and here you were – watching her boyfriend get off on facetime, voluntarily invading his privacy.  A piece of privacy that he hadn't seemed real inclined on protecting if he wasn't able to tell that the call was still going.

Although, that still didn't justify your desire to continue watching him.

He began to give himself slow and relaxed strokes, abs tensing with each movement, "Fuck," he breathed, voice a bit raspy as he frowned and let his head fall back against the top of the short headboard. 

There you were – sat up in bed, cross-legged with a heavy throb in between your legs that wouldn't go away no matter what you tried thinking about. A puppy? Didn't work. Maybe an elderly lady doing yoga...

You squinted for a moment then closed your eyes, thinking that shielding your eyes away from your screen was going to help. That moment away was when you'd heard Eren let out a low groan and swear under his breath again.

"Fuck me," you muttered in frustration, reopening your eyes. 

Eren moved his hand easily along his cock, making sure to cover his head before stroking back down. His hips were threatening to move up but he seemed to hold himself back, sliding his other hand down to the bed, gripping into it. 

His breathing was picking up and you were unable to pull your eyes away. Watching him, you noticed that he still had the small moles across his abs like before. Except now they were a little darker and there were even a few new ones that were splayed just under his chest. Skin smooth, except for the small patch of hair right at his pelvis. 

With each lazy stroke, he made sure to tug at the cock head in long sweeps to keep himself on the edge. His hair was half up but a few strands laid across his damp forehead, sticking from the sweat. As you looked more closely, it was only then did you notice the tattoos. 

"He's got tattoos?" you asked yourself with raised brows as your eyes traced over the one on his arm that wrapped around his wrist then to the one at the side of his neck that looked like a line of words that you weren't able to decipher. There was also one on his hip bone that looked to be a small bird in flight and a few smaller ones on his fingers that were on his left hand. How did you manage to miss them? Better question, when did he grow a love for ink? In high school, when you had asked him if he would ever get a tattoo, he made a face and said he could never. 

He definitely grew up.

Suddenly, his head turned towards the camera. He was panting and staring at the screen like he was able to see you. Was he?

You pushed the phone out a bit from your face and looked around you to make sure that it was still jet black in the room. To your advantage, it was but that still didn't explain the strange look that was now on his face as he let his cock smack back against his abdomen. 

With slight tension in his brows, he grabbed the phone with his other hand, staring and squinting at the screen. You were holding your breath as he tapped the screen. Jade eyes widened in surprise. Telling by the look of horror on his face, it was safe to say that he'd had no clue that the phone was actually still on. 

Whoops.

"Dude, are you serious?" He said to himself in a low tone, almost wanting to laugh but actually seemed a little nervous, thinking you could've heard him or worse. Saw him.

You did. In fact, it was more than that. You'd been watching him, which should've made you feel bad but reasonably enough...it didn't. 

You weren't buying it. All signs were pointing to him being genuinely confused and scared, but a part of you didn't believe that he was completely unaware the entire time. 

"Hey..." he spoke, trying to see if you were going to answer back and answer the one question he had. 

There was no reason to hide and lie. If anything, you two were going to laugh and never speak about the situation ever again.

So, you answered.

"Hey..."

"Oh shit."

Silence.

You and Eren sat in your beds, quiet on both ends. He felt a little embarrassed about you catching him but you were the reason behind the extremely awkward air. You didn't know what to say and neither did he, but he wanted to give it a try because awkward silence only made things weirder for him.

Your light was now on so he looked at you through the screen before clearing his throat. 

"So...rate me?"

Your burst of laughter made him laugh and the tension filled air was suddenly gone. 

You rolled your eyes, looking back at him with a smile. "I'll give you a 9."

He smirked, leaning against the headboard again. "A 9, huh? What's a guy gotta do to get a 10, babe?"

You dipped your head down from the camera, trying to pretend he didn't call you that. "Keep talking like that," you reconnected the eye contact, almost frowning. "-and you're getting debunked to a solid 3."

"Ah damn," he tilted his head, pouting. "I'll take the 9 then."

"Yeah, smart call."

"So..." he looked down to play with the strings to his pajama pants that were now put back on. "Will this make the friendship all weird or like..."

You thought about it for a moment before opening your mouth. "Not...really. I've seen you before. It was just a shock right after waking up." You watched as he took a peek back up at you through his lashes, grinning. You smiled and looked away, already annoyed. "Say it and you're done."

He laughed, "Alright, I won't! I just…Can I be honest about something?"

You nodded, clueless to what he was going to ask you.

"Did you...wake up to seeing me like that or were you watching the entire time?"

Your mind went semi blank. The urge to lie was almost stronger than wanting to tell the truth. One of them had to win and the wrong one did.

"I was watching the entire time."

"Oh?" the dark look in his eyes was almost as annoying as the shit eating grin that was on his face now. "What a perv. I had a feeling you weren't really asleep and came to find out that you weren't." He stretched out and rubbed a hand down his chest that was covered by a shirt, falling out of view.

You rolled your eyes. "And what was I supposed to do? Ignore you?"

"No. Ask if you could help."

Your mouth dropped open. "You can't be serious."

He shrugged, still smiling. "I am."

"No way," you moved out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. "Never in a million years."

"Sad. We could've bonded."

"You're crazy."

“Yeah, crazy over you," he said jokingly.

"Yuck."

Eren laughed, watching you set the phone up on the counter and away from the toilet as you used the bathroom. "So I've upgraded to hearing you pee? Nice."

You frowned and smirked, turning the faucet on. Over the running water, you heard him whine something about "no fair" and it made you giggle as you finished up and flushed. He was able to see you wash your hands and got carried back into the room.

"I'm serious though," he muttered and it was so low that you almost missed it. 

With a quirked brow, you sat down at the edge of the bed. "What do you mean?"

His eyes didn't leave yours as he continued, "Helping me."

Wasn't he joking? He couldn't have been actually serious about that. Could he? He was insane. He had a girlfriend and you two were just starting to be friends after spending so many years with zero contact. Plus, it wasn't like that left room to become fuck buddies or anything like that. Hello! Mikasa?

"I...what?" You were insanely confused and couldn't understand where he was expecting the conversation to go because you weren't going to help him in any sort of sexual sense so there was no need to stay on that subject. 

Eren took a pillow from beside him and placed it off to the side, setting the phone against it. "You heard me. I want your help so I can finish."

It was a joke. It had to be. 

You checked the time at the top of your phone and noticed it was pushing three in the morning. "Eren, I'm over the joke already. Besides, where's Mikasa? She's gotta be home by now, right?"

He nodded, ruffling his hair. "Yeah, but she decided to sleep in the guest room tonight." His eyes weren't very telling. "Around 11, she came home and we had a small argument. Nothing major. It'll blow over by the morning, as usual. Not worried about it." He let out a small yawn, pulling down at his pants to make room. Or was he...adjusting? "So...are you in or...?"

The question was left hanging in the air because there was no way you were going to help him finish off his relationship with Mikasa because you were sure that was what was going to happen if you did 'help him'. 

She was going to find out. She always did.

"I won't get into your relationship but-"

"And every time you say that, you're always getting into stuff  that has nothing to do with you."

You closed your mouth and looked down, a bit hurt. It wasn't like he was wrong but he didn't have to say it like that.

He saw the look on your face and sighed.

"I shouldn't have said it like that, I'm sorry."

Not like that was triggering or anything. Nope. Not at all.

"No you're right." You bit into your lip and wanted the topic to pass already. 

"Uh..." he rubbed at his neck, wishing he hadn't said it like that. If anything, you were just trying to help. "How about I help you instead."

You blinked and looked back at him, confused. "Help me?"

"Yeah," a slow side smile spread across his pretty face. "You couldn't have watched me without getting turned on. It'll be a friend helping out another friend. Won't you let me help?"

Was he crazy? Had to be.

Literally insane.

There was no way you were going to agree to something like that. It was basically like cheating plus just because you found him attractive didn't mean you wanted to go behind your friend's back and help her boyfriend cheat on her.

She would never in a million years forgive you if she found out.

"Eren, no I-"

"Lay down."

His voice was low and authoritative. By the blank expression on his face, it was obvious that he was being entirely serious. He wanted to help you and maybe if it was just a one time thing, could it hurt? Mikasa wasn't going to find out if it was just this once. There were many people in friendships where this sort of thing happened. It wasn't odd or abnormal. Completely normal and if he was going to guide you through video chat without physically being there and touching you — it somehow made it a little easier to get into it.

So with that in mind, you did as you were told and laid down, keeping a leg bent so that it felt less awkward. 

He hummed, "Set the phone up to where I can see as much of you as possible."

You did the same thing you saw him do and used a pillow as leverage, keeping the phone perked up against it. "Okay..."

"Now," he slid a hand down his chest to his abdomen, inhaling deeply. "Play with yourself. Start slow. Your tits are usually a good start." There was a smirk in his voice and when you looked at him, it wasn't a surprise that it was there. Right on his annoyingly attractive face. 

"This is so weird," you mumbled to yourself, unable to find a moment in your life where you'd ever done anything like this before. It was very new to you. To facetime someone and...touch yourself in front of them. 

It was almost a little exciting.

One of your hands skimmed over a nipple, just barely nicking it. 

"Oh," you breathed, feeling a tingle swim through your chest. 

Eren stared at you intensely, almost too mesmerized to blink in case he missed something. 

"Again, pretty girl. Over and over until the pressure in between your legs gets to be too much. Then," he palmed himself lightly, letting his thumb rub over the head of his cock. "Then, I want to hear you beg."

Your skin was hot as you pinched and twisted at your nipples through your shirt, trying to not think about Eren watching everything that you were doing and finding zero shame in it. For you, it was incredibly embarrassing but in some weird way...you liked it. You liked him guiding you and staring at you through the screen as you did so. There was no doubt in your mind that he was secretly touching himself to you and that thought made you close your legs because that gave your mind permission to think about him actually being in the same room as you.

Watching you from across the room but not touching you. Just telling you what to do.

"Eren," you moaned lowly, hoping he didn't hear it.

"Louder. Let me hear you."

Your thighs twitched as you pushed up your shirt and took your nipples back in between your fingers, imagining his mouth over them, swirling the hardened buds with his tongue and groaning about how perfect they were. 

How perfect you were.

"Tell me what's on your mind. Be vocal for me. I need to know what you're thinking," he shamelessly pleaded, tugging his pants down low enough to let himself free. You heard his cock hit his abs with a faint smack and the urge to reach a hand down in between your legs almost won if you hadn't remembered what he said.

You had to beg to get permission. 

You tossed your head towards the phone next to you and felt your face warm at what you were about to do. "Can I please touch myself now?"

He smirked almost instantly. "Not even going to fight it, huh?" You didn't say a word back. It was all in your eyes. "Pity. I expected more fight from you but then again," he positioned the camera in a similar position yours was in, and you saw the angry head of his cock covered with his arousal. You felt a whine bubble up in your throat at the sight. The thought of that inside of you right now...so deep...pulsating against your walls, threatening to cum from how tight you'd be around him. "Watching me earlier must've been really painful for you, huh baby?"

"Oh my god," you groaned weakly, shoving a hand down and pushing your underwear aside to press a finger against your aching clit. If this truly was a one time thing then what either of you said and thought in the moment wasn't going to matter later. It probably wasn't even going to be brought up again. That was the only way you even allowed yourself to say what you wanted to say. "I wish you were here, Eren. Using your fingers and touching me the way I'm touching myself. So bad," you whispered but it wasn't low enough for him to miss. He'd heard it all.

He gave himself a few slow pumps before smiling to himself, "Soon."

His response had missed you. You were too focused on how good it felt to relieve some of the pressure that had built up from watching him earlier. It was so painful and you were too embarrassed and nervous. It would've been wrong but he ended up knowing that you were watching all along. So maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if you'd looked at it like he had purposely put on a show for you.

Wasn't like he hadn't insinuated that he knew.

A single finger dipped past your slippery folds, easily pushing into your tight hole, going at an easy pace before picking it up. Your other hand was preoccupied with cupping one of your breasts, fingers tweaking at the supple bud sending little shockwaves throughout your body. 

Eren was captivated by you. It was nothing like fucking Mikasa or even guiding her into an orgasm. No. Something about the way you moaned and touched yourself for him — it was different. He would've been lying to himself if he didn't admit that he held some sort of desire for you. To see you. To touch you himself and make you cum from his cock alone. To have you begging him to fill you up like the good little whore that you were.

By the looks of it, it didn't seem like you changed much at all.

Just a lot more gullible and needier.

"Ah," he felt his balls tense up from the pressure. He wasn't going to last much longer but he couldn't let himself come before you. That was rude. You needed to be completely satisfied before he found it acceptable.

His eyes were back on you. Your fingers were in your mouth and he could've fallen into a coma at the lewd look on your face before you shoved them back into your pretty pussy. 

God, he was going to lose his fucking mind over you.

"Are you close, baby?"

You nodded, "mhm," trying to keep eye contact with him, but it was hard when all you wanted to do was get lost in the feeling with your eyes closed. "M'so close, I won't be able to hold off. I'm sorry."

He could've groaned at the way you apologized for something you could hardly control.

What were you doing to him?

"It's okay, pretty," your thighs twitched at the pet name. "This is about you."

Your body felt tingly. Like it was getting ready to soar down while on a rollercoaster. There was a tight ball of tension at the lower part of your stomach and it was hard to fight off. You'd wanted to last longer, but it was impossible with the way Eren helped you along. He'd made it so hard to hold back. Even for just a second longer. 

Your hips slowly rose off of the mattress and your toes curled, feeling the intensity and pleasure all hit you at once. Your release flooded across your fingers, sticking to them like glue. Your legs were a little shaky and you took a few moments to catch your breath. 

In the heat of the moment, you'd torn your eyes away from him but when you looked back, you were thankful to not miss it.

The way his abs tensed before flexing and tightening, hearing his breath quicken. One of his legs was bent up but it didn't obstruct your view. His strokes were steady and precise, going over his head each time. 

"Oh my god," he moaned, biting into the pillow next to him as he pushed his hips up, fucking into his hand. He was almost there, so unbelievably close, fuck he could feel it.

Then your next set of words sent him right over the edge.

"Come for me, Eren."

His vision blurred enough for him to close his eyes, feeling his thick and creamy release coat his lean upper body. His bun was hanging onto the thin elastic band, most of his hair splayed out on the pillow behind him. 

He looked a mess but you found him to be severely captivating. 

There was one thing that was bothering you but you chose to not think about it. At least for now. 

His hand slowed until he stopped completely, slightly shaking. He brought his hand up to his line of vision, chuckled and dropped it back on his stomach, looking at you.

"You didn't have to do that."

You felt your skin warm. "No, but I kind of remember you asking me to help you and that was me. Helping."

He sent you a lazy smile before humming, sitting up. "Yeah. You're right," he grabbed the phone with his clean hand and slid out of bed. His green eyes were back on you, almost looking through you. "Thanks, pretty girl."

"Eren," you whined, throwing a pillow right over your face to hide the shame of liking the things he called you.

He laughed, making it to the bathroom. 

"Cute. You should get some rest. We'll talk tomorrow."

You pushed the cotton aside, staring at him as he cleaned up. "Promise?"

He smiled with a nod. "Of course."

Hesitantly, you believed him but not fully. 

Just in case. 

"M'kay. Goodnight."

"Night," he sang before hitting the 'end' button.

The screen went back to your lockscreen and you set the device to the side before looking up at the ceiling.

"What the actual fuck am I going to do now?"

There was no going back. Eren cheated on Mikasa, with you no less. How were you supposed to hang out with her knowing that you'd had a mutual masturbation session with her boyfriend? There was also the possibility that she was going to find out but not through you. No. What if she and Eren got into an argument and out of anger, he mentioned you and him? It wasn't like he hadn't done something like that before.

You couldn't put anything past him so the only card you had left to play was denying whatever he could say about you. If not that, then there was always the truth.

That would mean losing Mikasa forever and you didn't want that to happen. Ever.

It was just best to put what just happened behind you. Behind both of you. 

It would've been easy to do if it was only just this once.

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Please do jealous eren

JEALOUSY ─ Eren Jaeger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eren is jealous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were addicting, making Eren a willing addict. 

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

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

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

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ᨳ  ࣪ . 001. episode [6]: “is that a promise or a threat?” w/ eren jaeger

ᨳ  ࣪ . 002. w/c: 6.2k | c/w: smut (mdni), protected sex (for once), slight enemies to lovers, pet names (princess), f!reader, lots of teasing + pining, cervix kissing, breast play, masturbation (m!), semi public masturbation (eren does it in a library bathroom), bold!reader, dirty fantasies, I think that’s it! thank you so much for this request! idk how it got so long but it def had to do with bells, Nina, and Mia, so thank you all so much for all of your help! tagging: @myarlert, @broken-freedom @itsalicewickedmcgee

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You have a plan. 

A plan to push Eren Jaeger over the edge, beating him for the top position at the university for this semester.

It’s a simple plan, really, consisting of only two phases. However, you know you’re going to have so much fun initiating it.

———

Eren praises whoever gifted him his immense patience. The patience helps him not to loudly sigh at people who walk too slow at the grocery store or helps him not roll his eyes when someone speaks over him in class. 

His entire life, Eren Jaeger has perfected this smooth patience. It’s what helped him get through high school with a perfect GPA, getting him into almost all of the Ivy League universities with a scholarship to boot. He held his patience in an outstretched hand, poised taut with purposeful smiles dipped in a dangerous warning and calculated responses to anything asked of him. 

Eren Jaeger is confident in many things: his ability to focus, the patience he was so proud of, and his academics. He’s always been able to handle any curve ball thrown his way, shove down any distraction, and do anything to accomplish his goals.

Until it came to you. 

The dreaded finals season was turning the corner, and Eren despised that Professor Hange - as they insisted their students to call them - decided on partners for the final project. It wasn’t anything complicated - the report needed to consist of prominent research regarding advances in gene therapy; honestly, it was something Eren could do in his sleep. But with the mention of partners, Eren almost groaned out loud. 

He despised working with others - not when he knew he could do it much more proficiently on his own. He would be able to get his research done faster, find the appropriate sources in a more timely manner, and write the final paper in two afternoons, tops. So, when Professor Hange started calling off the group names, all Eren could do was stifle his groan, ruffling his hair in an annoyed fashion, and pray that he wouldn’t get stuck with a complete idiot. But then your name was called, and Eren suddenly wished he had drawn a complete idiot. 

The two of you had been academic rivals ever since your first year at the university, always trailing each other until one class - one paper - boosted one over the other. It was quite humorous for the other students to watch, with bets usually being placed to see who would score the top spot in the class for the semester. The previous semester, it was Eren, but the two before that? It was you. 

While it normally wouldn’t be a big deal to have an academic rival, you just so happened to be particularly taxing for Eren. Constantly annoying him every chance you got, it was the college equivalent of tugging on his hair on the playground and stepping on his feet in the lunch line. You were infuriatingly frustrating, and Eren couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck that you two were paired together for this final, or maybe it was Professor Hange pulling some strings. Besides, everyone knew that professors heard all of the student gossip, making it almost certain that they knew of Eren’s rivalry with you. 

Perhaps this was simply some sort of strange experiment by the eccentric professor, pulling strings behind the scene to see what would happen by pairing together two of the most stubborn, intelligent students they had ever seen. 

So, with gritted teeth and a feigned smile, Eren reluctantly accepted your new partnership. He prepared himself for your usual smug snippiness, your looks always fully loaded with a cocked head and a prideful smirk. Eren made mental notes of all your previous encounters, remembering specific things he did to purposefully push your buttons, morphing that grin into a glare. With all his preparedness, Eren was almost excited to get together to work as a pair for the first time - he was certain that this time, it would be him putting you in your place.

Until you changed your behavior towards him entirely.

In all the years he’d known you, you had never acted like this before. Where your words used to be biting, prideful, inherently mean in nature, they were now lilted in a teasing tone, your eyes half-lidded as you stared at him in a way that had him gulping and his pants tightening. 

It was an improbable event that he had never anticipated, even though, statistically, improbable events occasionally occur. 

When you suggested studying together for the first time at the coffee shop on the corner of main street, Eren didn’t see any harm in it; he found himself agreeing to it reasonably quickly, even though it wasn’t his favorite place in the world. It was usually a bit loud and crowded, though Eren never had a difficult time focusing on what he needed to work on. 

Therefore, when he enters the coffee shop, it’s no surprise to him to see it buzzing with people, all crammed onto too-tiny tables and small booths with mugs of caffeine gripped between tensed palms. Shrugging his backpack as the small chime on the door rings through his ears, Eren cranes his head to look for you. His glasses slide down his nose a bit when someone bumps into him - a short apology uttered a second later - and he can already feel the annoyance spark through his body. 

“Eren!” 

The sound of his name has him looking towards the back wall to see you, nestled in a corner booth with two coffees on the table before you. 

The knowledge that you ordered coffee for him didn’t phase Eren, no; what completely threw him for a fucking loop, though, was the tight sundress you wore, just barely enough fabric to cover your thighs. 

You look like a sin, and Eren finds himself wondering how such an intelligent person could look like that. While Eren still finds himself reeling, he takes a steely breath, reminding himself that he’s dealt with an entire week of this change in attitude from you, so he can handle one coffee-study date, even with you looking more delicious than the overpriced coffee.

This entire week - ever since Professor Hange announced the partnerships - you seemed hell-bent on throwing Eren off of his game; you’d flirt with him constantly, shifting his focus from school and causing his mind to go haywire. Lately, more often than not, Eren found his daydreams lingering around you, fantasies being pushed into his head that he would prefer to ignore - all because of your stupid mouth and inability to shut up.

You were merely a week into your relentless flirting - a seemingly endless game of cat-and-mouse - and it has Eren’s composure fraying at the seams, set to crumble with just one more lewd phrase that threatens to slip past your lips. 

You wave at him from the red vinyl booth, and already - with just one glance from you - Eren feels a bit breathless, a bit too frazzled for his liking. He tries to smoothly make his way over to you, trying so hard not to blatantly stare at your thighs or breasts. 

“You okay there, Jaeger?” your annoyingly satisfied voice breaks through his thoughts, sitting down across from you. “You seem a bit distracted. Anything I can help with?”

You punctuate your words with one of those shit-eating grins you seem to thrive on, leaning over the table and peering at him curiously. The glint in your eyes is dangerous, he remembers noting all those years ago, when you first started this little rivalry; he isn’t immune to how gorgeous you look when your entire face lights up when you’re questioning a topic, whether it was something in class that particularly interested you, or something else.

In this case, that “something else” just so happens to be him. 

Eren swallows thickly at the way your lashes blink up at him, knocking your head to the side to try and draw a reaction out of him. He finds it increasingly difficult to focus on his work when you look at him like that, invading his space in that annoying way you do when you’re looking for his attention. Really, that intense focus he’s been so proud of his entire life suddenly flits out the window when he can feel the heat radiating off of your body like a furnace, so close to him that your knee grazes his and your fingertips teasingly brush by his arm.

His leg feels like it’s burning when you knowingly press yours against him, goosebumps rising along his skin where the pads of your fingers leave fleeting touches against his skin. 

Eren swears that he’s going to go insane - his heart is furiously pounding in his chest, a prickling sensation creeping along his back until he feels his palms sweating. You’re just so close to him, and he feels like his brain is going haywire with the intense buzzing that short-circuits across his body. 

“Hey to you, too,” Eren simply states, praying that he doesn’t sound nearly as flustered as he feels. “Ready to get started?” 

You feel a bit let down at his curt reply, but quickly throw a smile on your face, pulling out your laptop and research papers you’d gathered. 

“Okay, here’s what I have so far…” you trail off, abandoning your previous mission to focus on your academics.

Surprisingly, you and Eren work quite well as a team. Always smoothly picking up where the other left off, building on each other’s theses in a way that complemented them, and adding helpful points to any sources the other may have found the previous night.

Eren has to admit that it’s more fun than he originally thought it would be, and he finds himself enjoying your time together more and more. 

That is, when you’re not being a complete fucking tease. 

You’re able to study like that for about two hours, helpfully finishing the outline of your paper and comparing primary research articles you’d both found. It was nice - until you decide that you’ve gotten a bit bored. Eren’s reactions are always so cute, his brows scrunching as he peers at the laptop screen, green eyes narrowed as he latched onto every line of text. His brown hair messily thrown up in a haphazard half-bun, some loose strands falling out of the band and just begging for your hands to tangle in them. His glasses slip down his nose as he bites his lip in concentration, a distracted finger coming up to push the glasses back up to settle properly on his face. 

Feeling restless, a warm heat flushes through your body, settling annoyingly comfortable between your thighs; you finally decide to enact part of your plan.  

Phase One: Get Rid of Eren Jaeger’s “Un-Fucking-Bothered” Attitude.

“...or this article could work as the fifth primary source - except for the fact that it’s all in French, and I haven’t brushed up on my French since high school. So maybe we should rule that one out - what are you doing?”

Eren stops mid-sentence, his bright green eyes widening at the sight of you plucking his half-empty coffee cup from his side of the table. Your fingers are nimble as you wrap them around the white mug, tilting your head when you look at him. Bringing the warm coffee up to your lips, you don’t break eye contact with him, and Eren swears he’s never been so aroused watching someone take a drink of something before. 

It’s not long - merely a small sip, just to see his reaction - before you set the cup back down again, still eyeing the boy across from you. You revel in the slight pink that dusts his cheeks - a rare occurrence that you’ve grown more and more fond of lately, and you feel the pride building inside of you.  

Eren’s eyes are latched onto you, staring at you as you swipe your tongue along your bottom lip, catching any dregs of bitter coffee there. He feels entranced, completely enamored with how you suddenly lean over the table, your breasts pressing against the thin fabric of your sundress, never breaking eye contact with him. Your gaze is all-consuming, pinning him to the spot, and Eren swears he can’t even breathe when you look at him like that. 

“What’s the matter, Eren?” you ask, the side of your lips quirking up in a knowing grin as you watch him stutter. “It’s not like I bite or anything.”

He tries taking a bite of his muffin, but at your words and the hidden insinuation behind them, Eren suddenly chokes. His thoughts are swimming with what you mean, wondering what you could possibly be talking about, and if you aimed that for him.

You watch, amused, as Eren flounders, searching for the perfect biting remark that seems to fail him. Without him even noticing, you begin to gather your belongings, noting that, for today, your job here is done. 

“Unless, of course, you want me to,” you finish, the smug tone in your voice never faltering as you stand up, shrugging your bag over your shoulders. You don’t miss how Eren’s face turns beet red, the tips of his ears heating up to a cute pink as he starts to cough, leaning over the booth’s table to ground himself. You pay him no mind, making your way over to the side of his booth, before leaving him with your final attack for the day. 

Careful to not let the back of your dress ride up too much, you lean down next to Eren, your lips brushing by the curve of his ear. 

“By the way,” you start, voice a mere whisper as you wait for Eren’s reaction. You watch as his fingers tighten over the edge of the table, knuckles turning white with an effort to, what? Restrain himself? Hold himself back? You hope so. 

“I’m not wearing any panties,” you comment, as if it was simply a passing phrase. With one last smile against his ear, you quickly stand up, throwing a wave over your shoulder to make your way out of the coffee shop. 

Eren feels the last shred of restraint he has thinning, pulling taut inside of him as he grips onto his mug, now stained with a slight imprint of your lip gloss. All he can do is blink dazedly, distractedly bringing his cup to his lips, just over where yours just were a minute ago. He can’t even taste the faint flavor of vanilla there, eyes latched on to where you were previously sitting. 

Eren feels his heart pounding in his chest, his fingers tightened in a fist on his knee as he stares at the obvious wet spot you left on the red vinyl of your booth, and he swears his cock has never been more stiff in his life.

———

A few days later, your teasing antics still aren’t relenting, and Eren is certain he’s going to have a heart attack. 

Eren had hoped that choosing the library would be a safe spot - no one got turned on at the library, right? But, as usual with you, Eren was sorely proven wrong. He was grateful when you decided to wear normal clothes this time, but it didn’t stop his imagination from running wild when you still insisted on retaining your teasing antics.

They’re simple: fleeting glances when your gazes meet, lingering touches when you lean forward - but it’s all driving Eren insane, and he really doesn’t think he has enough willpower to get through much more of this. 

Your bold actions from the coffee shop still plague his mind, invading even his dreams until he wakes up in a cold sweat, cock achingly stiff in his sweatpants.

 The amount of times he’s had to get off to the idea of you is even more embarrassing than the knowledge that, lately, Eren could only get off to you. Nothing else worked - his mind would only accept fantasies of you, like how you would look on your knees, the half-lidded look you seem to love to give him viewed from a different angle. It’s all he can think about, and Eren knows it will eventually come back to bite him in the ass. 

“...is that okay? Eren?” your voice permeates through his reverie, knocking him out of his daydreams where he seems to like you so much better. “Sorry. What was that?” he asks, fiddling with his pencil in the other hand. Eren chooses to ignore the knowing grin you shoot him, your brow raising as you look at him suspiciously. 

“As I was saying…” you continue, finally breaking your gaze from him and looking back at your computer. Your fingers trail over a few paragraphs - explaining something about how the formatting is off, not matching the recommended structure of a professional research paper - but Eren can hardly bring himself to pay attention. 

Instead of listening to you, he watches how your fingers pad across the computer screen, just barely brushing across it in a way that would have him wincing if it was anyone else. Your brows are furrowed in concentration, thoroughly enamored with the topic of genetics as you reference two of your primary sources. You look beautiful to him, Eren realizes, especially when you’re speaking about something you’re so obviously passionate about.

The sudden awareness is shocking, and Eren desperately wants to shove the thought back deep down into the corners of his mind. 

“Eren, you okay?” you ask, slightly concerned as he seems more unfocused than usual. You hadn’t even been super teasing today - laying off to pay full attention to the assignment. Yes, while this little game is fun, you know that you have to actually work on it in order to make a good grade - that was most important.

“Y-yeah, fine,” Eren relents, rubbing his palms on his jeans as he turns his attention back to you. “So, about the format, right?”

And, really, Eren tries to focus - he really does. The boy should be given a gold star for how intently he tries to listen to you, adding in helpful points here and there to further boost your argument. But the thoughts from earlier continue dragging his mind through the gutter, and when your knee accidentally brushes his underneath the table, Eren nearly jumps out of his seat.

You look at him shocked, leaning away to peer at his incredibly flushed face. “Okay Eren, what is it?” you ask, glaring a bit accusatorily at him. And, at that look, Eren almost loses it. All he wants to do is bed you over the table of your private little study room and fuck that stupid look off your face; you know exactly what’s wrong with him - exactly why he’s acting like this. It’s all because of you and how you’ve been pushing and pulling at the strings holding him together. All Eren wants to do is fuck that bratty attitude out of you, wipe that pleased smirk off your face when Eren stands up, with you obviously noting the tent in his jeans. 

“Nothing,” he hurriedly turns away from you, taking in a bruising breath as he shoves his phone in his pocket. “Just have to go to the bathroom really quick.”

And Eren quickly leaves you behind, raising your brows at him as he makes his way to the bathroom in an almost panicked nature. His head is swimming with thoughts of you, mind reeling with every little action you’ve shown him, every teasing phrase thrown in his direction, spat against his ear. 

Eren’s cock is already achingly hard when he reaches an empty, private bathroom, and as soon as he locks the door, he’s shoving his pants down. He knows he should feel embarrassed - ashamed, even - as he fists his wet cock to the idea of you, already leaking pre down his shaft. You hadn’t even done anything today, uncharacteristically shoving aside your usual antics to instead focus solely on your work, and now Eren’s the one who can’t contain himself. 

Eren focuses on the intense pleasure as he works his palm over his thick shaft, squeezing at the base before dragging his hand up with continuous pressure, allowing his thumb to dig into his wet slit for an intense bout of pleasure. 

All he can think about is you, you, you. How you would look if you were here right now, guiding his hand on his cock as you cooed sweet words against the curve of your ear. How your breasts would press against his chest, his hand tugging at your hard nipple as he covered your mouth with his. Eren thinks about how he would push you against the wall, fingering your soaking slit until you’d let him tug your panties to the side, shoving his thick length inside of you until you’re a crying, shaking mess for him. 

His chest is heaving, his cheeks painted a pretty pink, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as he pumps his cock. Eren can feel the tight coil of pleasure ready to burst in his groin, his fist working over his angry tip, nudging underneath it with the perfect amount of pressure to have him throwing his head back. 

Eren cums embarrassingly fast, and he attempts to make himself at least semi-presentable again before he meets you back outside.

Hopefully, now, he’ll be able to focus. 

———

You suppose phase one of your plan has been going quite successfully, evident in how Eren can hardly look you in your eyes. It makes you feel proud, loving how you’re able to get him so flustered with just a few teasing glances, a few lingering touches. 

Sitting on his bedroom floor, you think it’s adorable how hard Eren’s trying to concentrate, attempting to ignore you and your fleeting touches. 

You knew what he got up to in the bathroom - of course you did. How could you not? The evidence was all over his face as he avoided you from there on out, refusing to meet your gaze and a near-permanent blush plastered on his face. It had you feeling a million different things, your mind getting drunk off the idea of Eren - the person you were supposed to be fighting against - getting off to you.

So, yes, you suppose phase one was going at least semi-successfully; however, you never anticipated actually wanting him to fuck you. 

You had been dancing around the prospect for years, you realize, your words always holding a biting edge to them that lingered on suggestive. Eren had recently come to the same conclusion, wanting nothing more than to have you underneath him.

So, finally fed up with this continuous back and forth, you finally give in, uttering one last teasing phrase against Eren’s neck that had his head spinning. Immediately, you feel him stiffen, going stock-still and abruptly halting the sentence that he was working on. You swallow thickly, not used to this reaction, as your fingers trail down his spine, leaving sweet tingles of electricity buzzing across his skin. 

Eren is finally at his breaking point, breathing out harshly through his nose as he patiently closes his eyes. You watch as his fingers hover over the keyboard of his computer - waiting, wavering precariously over the fine line you were both walking. 

“Don’t you ever stop talking?” Eren asks in a chillingly calm voice. His tone, low and seductive, causes your eyes to widen, not expecting him to retort like that. A few seconds of tensed silence stills in the air, before you finally regain part of your motor functions again. Leaning forward, you let your arm press against his a bit longer than necessary, staring up at him as Eren’s eyes remain glued in front of him. 

“Not unless my mouth is wrapped around something,” you whisper, lips parting as you anticipate his reaction. 

The tension buzzes thickly across the air, slicing through Eren’s composure as he lets out a loud groan, closing his laptop and shoving it to the side. You let out a surprised squeal as he whips around to you, gathering you in his strong arms, and placing you on the middle of his bed. Eren’s eyes are blown wide with lust when you look up at him, his cock achingly hard in his sweatpants as he grinds against you, pulling you in for a searing kiss. 

Pleasure erupts throughout your body at the sweet contact, finally giving you a taste of what else Eren has to offer. You realize this is all you’ve wanted for months, and as his soft lips roughly move over yours, drinking in all of the sweet sounds you give him, you couldn’t be happier. 

“You better watch your fucking mouth,” Eren groans against your lips, closing his eyes in pleasure when your hand suddenly grips on his clothed cock. He lets out a shuddering breath at the sensation shooting across his shaft, building in his lower abdomen as his muscles tense. 

His voice has you moaning, pulling him in for another desperate, messy kiss. Eren Jaeger doesn’t curse, so hearing him demand that against your lips, hurriedly rutting against you like a teenager, has you whimpering and moaning underneath him. 

“Is that a threat, or a promise?” you murmur against his lips, smiling at the low groan he lets out. Weeks of teasing have led to this moment, making the pleasure that builds between you feel even sweeter than normal. 

All Eren wants to do is fuck the brattiness out of you, to leave you a moaning mess under him until all you can whine is his name. 

It’s a mess of fumbling touches as you shove each other’s clothes off, desperate to feel the other as your hands run down his body. Eren is surprisingly toned under your hands, flexing under your fingertips as he shoves his boxers down. You almost gasp at the sight of his cock - long and thick, enough to where you know you’ll feel it in your stomach, his tip red and angry, already leaking dribbles of his arousal down his throbbing shaft. 

“Like what you see?” Eren asks smugly, before a concerned look crosses his face as he hovers over you. “Is this okay? Do you want to stop?”

And if you weren’t already lying down, you swear your knees would’ve buckled as you swoon. You bite your lip as you look Eren up and down, taking in the sight of how attractive he is as his body settles over yours. You open your legs for him, guiding him to settle between your thighs as you run your hands up his smooth biceps. 

“Yes, please. I want this,” you whimper against him, and Eren groans as he dives down for another intoxicating kiss. 

It’s a mess of tangled limbs when Eren finally enters you, the thin layer of the condom wrapped around his length doing nothing to halt the intense pleasure of pushing past your tight walls. He immediately feels overwhelmed, arms coming to cradle your body as he nearly collapses onto your chest. Eren swears he’s never felt pleasure this good, groaning out your name as your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him to sink forward even deeper, stuffing you to the brim with his thick cock. 

“G-god, Eren,” you choke out, your head pushing back against his pillow as he buries his shaft as deep as it’ll go. You feel so full, incredibly stretched out in the best way possible as his leaking head presses right against your cervix. The room spins as Eren moans out a choked sound of your name, pressing his head to the crook of your neck as he focuses on not cumming right then and there. 

So much for that perfect focus he’s always been so proud of, Eren thinks.

“Fuck princess, y’feel so good,” Eren moans against you, not able to help himself as he begins to lick and kiss along your skin. His lips trail from your neck to your collarbone, his hands grasping at your breasts as he finally gives in to one of his many fantasies of you. “Gonna start moving now, that okay?”

A hurried nod is all you can give him, arms wrapped tight around his back as Eren begins to fuck you. He ruts his cock through your wet folds fast, eagerly, pumping his cock deep inside of you, stilling for a second to revel in the tight way you clamp down on him, before pulling out again. Over and over he does this, gently holding you against him, murmuring sweet praises against your ear as you fully give in to the relentless pleasure. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” he kisses your lips.

“Always knew you would feel like heaven,” he murmurs against your ear, breath hot and panting as he fucks against that one spot that has you seeing stars. 

His chest burns with an intense need and longing, his touch electrifying as his chest brushes up against yours and his fingers trail along your body. Eren feels high as his cock catches against your entrance, pushing past your walls again and groaning at how well your pussy swallows him.

Eren kisses you hungrily, circling his hips against yours in a way that has you keening against him. You feel so hot underneath him, moaning and panting against his mouth as his fingers brush against the soft curve of your breasts. 

“Please touch me more,” you gasp, his lips hardly leaving yours as you guide his hands to touch all over your body. They caress your sides before trailing up in a tickling way up to your nipples, pulling and pinching slightly that has you arching your back against him. 

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Eren asks, mumbling against your lips. His hands move back down to your hips, halting his thrusts to let his cock settle inside of you for just a moment. A twisted grin flits onto his face at the whining sound you let out, your hands reaching for him as he stills inside you. 

“Shh,” he coos, one of his hands caressing your face in a soothing manner. “Be patient.”

Eren focuses on quickly angling your hips up a bit more for him, pulling your sopping pussy to rest flush against his pelvis. Sitting up slightly, Eren sits on his knees, a loud groan ripping through his throat when he sinks back inside of you. You feel even better from this angle, clenching down on him and suffocating his cock in a way that has Eren’s pretty green eyes rolling to the ceiling in pleasure. 

Displeased with how you never answered him, Eren slows his thrusts, staving off his own pleasure in favor of teasing you. “What, can’t answer me?” he mocks, his thumb moving up to pull on the bottom of your lip. 

You whine against him, hands grasping on any part of his body that you can as he rolls his hips languidly against you. 

“Please Eren,” you nearly beg.

Eren still feels slightly annoyed, knowing you can do better than that. In retaliation, he keeps his thrusts slow, burying his thick cock inside of you at a lazy place. Bringing his hand down, two of his fingers suddenly press against your aching clit, pulling the hood of it up to swirl calculated circles against your most sensitive spot. You let out a loud cry for him, and Eren nearly curses at how much tighter you clamp down on him. 

“Come on, princess. I know you can do better than that,” Eren coaxes you, rolling his hips as he settles deep inside of you. He hisses at how your swollen walls massage his aching shaft, wanting nothing more than to fuck into you harder. 

“Please, baby. You could hardly keep your mouth shut these past few weeks,” Eren taunts you, his fingers relentless against your clit. He easily smooths a hand down your thigh, catching under your knee to pull it up and around his hip. The new angle allows his cock to drag along that sweet spot repeatedly. 

“What, now you don’t have anything to say?” Eren punctuates his words with a harsh thrust, unable to help himself anymore as he begins to fuck into you like you both want. The pleasure is all-consuming, running thickly down his spine, shooting through the length of his cock as you cream all over him. 

“Eren, please, just need you,” you’re able to get out, reaching for him. Finally giving in, Eren leans his body over yours, still sitting on his knees as he covers your body with his own. The room is hot, and Eren’s chest is slick with sweat as he presses it against yours. 

The sweet pants you let out fan across his face, and Eren can’t help but gaze at you as he feels you tightening even more around him. 

“If I knew you felt this good, I would’ve fucked you a lot sooner, princess,” Eren moans, burying his cock inside of you and choking at the way you clench around him. 

“You feel so good,” you whimper against him, arms reaching out to hold onto his strong back as he pushes his cock back inside of you. The wet squelching of your cunt around him has Eren moaning for you, becoming addicted to the feeling of you squeezing him so tight. 

“How are you so tight – fuck,” Eren groans, sweaty and drunk off lust as he pushes your wetness back into you. The two of you share breathy pants and moans, being able to feel every part of each other as Eren kisses you hard and deep. His hips move fast against yours, relishing in the fullness between the two of you. It’s fast and rough, full of messy kisses and desperate touches that make you feel lightheaded. 

Eren’s hand continues to draw tight, fast circles against your clit, and it has you clenching down on him. He has to halter the movements of his hips, returning to the incessant grinding inside of you as his fingers circle your hot nub. “Eren, ’m close,” you moan, the feeling building inside you until you see stars dancing on the edges of your vision. Eren feels so close, ready to cum as the coil becomes more and more present inside him. 

“Need to feel you cum for me, princess. Come on now, cum,” Eren commands, shoving his cock inside you once, twice, three more times until he’s cumming into the condom. The tight cord snaps as your walls clamp down on him, a high-pitched whine of his name slipping past your lips as you feel that same rush of pleasure overcome you. 

Eren rolls his thumb over your clit harshly while simultaneously offering one more deep thrust – it has you creaming around his cock, cumming so hard around him that has his hips stuttering slightly. 

He gasps your name against your lips, kissing you again as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. The feeling of his cock throbbing inside you, still nudging against that sweet bundle of nerves, has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Fuck,” Eren says, body weakly falling against yours as he finally stops his hungry thrusts. He closes his eyes heavily, cock throbbing in overstimulation as you continue squeezing around him tightly. He stills inside of you, fully sheathed within your warmth as his muscles shake slightly with overexertion. The room smells of sex and sweat, and you feel absolutely exhausted as his sweaty body settles on top of yours. 

“E-Eren,” you mumble, eyes closing as you attempt to push him off you. “Too heavy.”

Eren lets out a low chuckle as he adjusts himself, moving to your side as a heavy arm slings across your stomach. 

“That was…” you trail off, still catching your breath as you start up at the ceiling. Eren, still face-first in his pillows, finally turns to face you. 

“Amazing? The best sex you’ve ever had?” he teases, attempting to coax out one of those reactions you’d been getting from him. You glare at him, lightly smacking his arm. 

“Maybe,” you still relent, not wanting to give him the full satisfaction of your praise. 

“So, does this mean you’ll stop with that attitude of yours now?” Eren asks, curiosity coloring his tone as he playfully nudges you. You let out a loud laugh, full of mirth, as your chest shakes. 

“Maybe,” you repeat, giving Eren a cheeky smile as he pulls you closer to his side. A slightly annoyed groan falls past his lips, and you can’t help the feeling of affection that fills you at the sound. 

“Well, will you at least agree to be mine?” he asks one more question, a bit more timid than his others. Eren wants to try this, convinced that there is something more here. You had just been too scared to admit it, but Eren was finally ready to shove past all those walls, wanting to be able to love you. 

You hum against him, your fingers trailing soft touches against his skin. The answer is clear and confident as you smile at him, facing him in bed. 

“Yes.”

And, although phase two of your plan may have changed, it did so in the best possible way.

Phase Two: Become Number One in the Class.

Phase Two: Become Number One in Eren’s Heart.

I don’t ask for much

But is asking for a alien to shape shift to every man I’ve read fanfic about so I can do the most devious things ever to them, too much?😞

My man looked so fine in he’s final moments, but I’m so sad😭😭😭

I wasn’t ready for the heartbreak, I’ll be listening to mitski and Lana for a week while thinking/reading about eren 😭😭😭💔💔💔

Me looking for nerd Eren fics

SNK /AOT guys and his girlfriend's favorite parts and they type of girlfriend.

(English is not my mother tongue so I ask for your patience)

⚠️: Nothing! Just a fluff post

Eren: It's a type of chest and belly type. He doesn't give a shit about they look like. He just loves the feeling when he is resting his head on your chest or tummy (also He would also like a girl with a strong and determined temperament). Although it seems strange, I think Eren would like tomboys or tomfems.

Jean: He loves long hair on women. He believes that it is a very important characteristic in female beauty. I really believe in this headcanon that he really likes women with long dark hair.

Armin: He likes hands. When he feels sad (o vice versa), putting your hands together helps him (and you) a lot.

Levi: He loves eyes. He believes that they are a window to the soul and that just by looking at a person in the eyes you can guess their intentions.

Connie: He loves shoulders and legs. He quickly gets intoxicated every time he sees them. He likes women with a sense of humor.

Reiner: He's a type of waist and hips. They are his favorite grip when he is by your side. Whether in hugs, when they are walking or dancing he will always have a chance to grab them. I think he'll like women smaller than him.

This was my first headcanon! I hope you liked it! Would you like a second part? 👀

Melody 🌸~

I really need an AU, fanfic or headcanon where Eren is a werewolf who falls in love with a cottagecore! reader who lives in a cabin in a pine forest

Melody 🌸~

I'm sick of toxic! Eren. Having a toxic partner isn't fun, healthy or romantic. It's horrible to live with a person who controls and harms you and then lies to you and makes you believe that he loves you. You would never want a toxic partner if you knew how much it hurts...