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sum of the most sluttiest sex with white boy eren, 🫣 do you're worst.
i been wanting to right for his sexy ass, but ian think y’all wanted it fr😩
“cmon mama throw that shit back” eren grumbled, his tattooed hands were spread all over your ass as he fed you the deepest strokes you’ve ever felt in awhile. you weren’t supposed to be anywhere near this man’s bed. your mom sent you to the store and back, but you couldn’t help stopping by the scary drug dealers house to have a “talk” that led you here…
“you missed me baby? you ain’t been comin t’see me lately” eren said in a “sad” voice, his act quickly breaking as he watched you try to crawl away from his deep strokes. a chuckle flew from his lips as he pulled you right back to him, your whining earning you a hard slap on the ass. “the fuck you going? you came here for this remember?” eren deepened his thrusts as he spoke, green eyes trained on where you were connected as he watched each and every inch of him go in and out of your tight entrance. “i-…i can’t take it da” he pulled you up by your hair, holding your middle as he quickly rubbed your clit in circles.
“mhmm open your mouth mama” he ignored your cries, a sexy grin on his face as he looked at the fucked out look you had in your eyes. you were so weak for him. you parted your lips, sticking out your to tongue as you awaited his next action. “you want it?” he teased, enjoying the way you slowly nodded your head at him. “yes ren pleaseee” eren slowly spit in your mouth, making you keep it open as he watched his saliva slowly spread across your tongue before sliding right off of it and on your perky breasts. “fuckk m’gonna give you a kid” he groaned as he let the action play over and over in his mind. his hips moving even quicker as he felt his release begin to approach.
you were right there with him, your walls clenching him tightly as if you never wanted him to pull out of you. “m’gonna cum daddy” you whined, making eren fuck you even deeper to ensure that your orgasm is at its highest peek like every other time he’s fucked you. “gon head mama, nut on it” he breathed before giving you a sloppy kiss on your lips. you did as he said, shaking as you let your orgasm rush through you. eren wasn’t far behind, giving you a couple more deep strokes before filling you up with his hot cum. he pulled back from your lips, making you whine as you felt his big hand bend you back over. he was still hard as ever as he slowly began to fuck his cum deeper into you.
“you ain’t think i was done, did you? throw that shit back baby i said i was gon give you a kid, remember?”
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Eren wore a ponytail for a week and immediately stopped after the "incident".
And what's the incident?
He bent down to pick something up just for you to come out of nowhere, grab him by the ponytail and started humping him from behind.
Moaning and shit🤣.
Putting on a deep voice chatting shit.
"Yeah baby, take this dick"
why you so silly😭
If you wanna read the drabble of this it's here.
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FORGIVE ME, BABY ᡣ𐭩 eren yeager x reader
synopsis: u find out ur fwb has been fucking other girls on the low and u hate being one of his options, so he comes over to “apologize” to you
warnings: kissessss, pussy eating, fingering, orgasm denial, choking, pet names (baby, my love, princess), eren is just a lil mean n nonchalant 😠, reader is kinda possessive hehe 🎀, reader and eren r both in their 3rd year of college, once again written with a black women in mind but anyone can read
wc: 1.4k
a/n: here’s another fic that has been collecting dust in my notes for a hot minute. i hope yall enjoy 💋
you’re chilling on your bed, scrolling through instagram bored outta your mind when you get a call from your fuck buddy, eren. you shot up from ur position on the bed making sure u looked good enough to answer the facetime call. when you were just about to pick up, you stopped in your tracks and let it ring until the call eventually went away.
you wanted to pick up, you really did but you had remembered that just a few days ago mikasa, your best friend, had sent you a screenshot of one of her instagram mutuals close friends post with a message undernesth it saying “isn’t that ur man??”. you clicked on the screenshot and it was a picture of eren and some random girl laying in bed, eren with his face buried deep into her neck displaying all the hickeys he must’ve gotten from her with her hand touching his back. you instantly knew it was eren because of the tattoo behind his ear. obviously you knew you and eren weren’t together and probably would never be, but you just couldn’t stand the sight of seeing him give the d to anyone else who wasn’t u when he could simply just hit you up if he wanted a good fuck. your phone dinged 2 times, making you snap out of your trance.
rennie 💋💋
why u ain’t pick up?
i have ur location, ik ur ass is home.
you rolled your eyes at his messages, deciding not to text him back and just call him instead. he picks up on the first ring, instantly questioning you, not even giving u a proper greeting. “why didn’t you pick up?” he says with a blank stare. “well hello to you too” you scoff which doesn’t go unnoticed by him but he chooses to ignore it. “i was in the bathroom.” you lied. eren nods his head, looking away from the camera not saying anything. there’s a moment of silence before he breaks it and shifts his focus back onto you. “i wanna come over, i miss you.” you shake ur head laughing a bit at his statement. “you don’t miss me, you was just with some other girl like 2 days ago. if you really missed me you would’ve came to me instead of her” eren opens his mouth to speak, but you countinue talking. “eren, you know how i feel about being one of your lil hoes. if you wanna have multiple girls on your roster and pick and choose who u want to fuck on what days, you can get the fuck off my line because i’m not gonna be apart of that bullshit.”
eren sighs and doesn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. he thinks about his next actions and choice of words carefully. on one hand, he can argue with you, which would then lead to you not talking to him for a week, ignoring all his messages and calls and then eventually you’ll get tired of doing that and tell him to come over so y’all can “talk”. or he can just agree with whatever you were saying—and he chose the latter. his patience was wearing thin, he actually did miss you and he didn’t want to jeopardize his chances of seeing you with some stupid argument.
after thinking out his words he finally speaks “you’re right princess, i’m sorry” he says trying to sound as sympathetic as possible. honestly, eren didn’t give a fuck if u did or didn’t like his lifestyle, he does whatever the hell he wants to do. however, he didn’t want u to get any more upset with him than u already were, so he decided to make u feel like u had the upper hand so u would let him come over.
you were about to open your mouth to say some slick shit to him because you knew that these type of conversations between the two of you always ended up in some type of back and forth argument, so you were taken aback when he not only agreed with what you were saying, but even apologized. and eren never apologizes. “im right?” u question, confusion laced in your tone. “yea baby, you are and i’m sorry for making you feel that way. i’ll stop fucking around with all these girls i promise, just let me come over so i can make it up to you properly” after hearing all of eren’s empty promises and him actually “agreeing” with what u had to say for once, you folded immediately and told him to come over. you probably would’ve been standing on buisness a little bit more if u didn’t crave his touch so much but you did, you needed wanted him badly.
once you gave eren the green light that he can come over he was there in less than fifteen minutes and had you butt naked on your bed in less than five.
“keep your legs up, baby” eren instructs and u do as he says. you lift your legs up, locking your arms around them to keep them in place. eren begins to kiss all over the lower half of your tummy and slowly trails down to your pretty pussy. his kisses are so sweet, slow, and sensual that is has your toes curling in the air.
“mmm ren..f-feels good” you mutter out while letting out soft moans. eren hums, which sends a little vibration into you. eren knew u were close, even if u didn’t tell him u were. he was always so good at reading u like a book, but for now he decided to play dumb by pulling away and pretending like he didn’t know why u let out that little grunt when he did. before you can question why he stopped he starts rubbing on your puffy clit while looking into your eyes.
“y/n, i really am sorry that i didn’t come to you the other day. i don’t know what i was thinking princess, you think you can forgive me?” eren coos at you, with a little smirk on his face that goes unnoticed by you since your head is in the clouds with the way he’s rubbing on you. when he doesn’t get a response he slaps your pussy, earning a loud whine from you. “you didn’t answer me my love. you forgive me?” he asks again. “y-yes eren…i-i forgive you!” u hardly manage to let out.
eren smiles at you before he gives the lower half of your stomach another wet kiss. he moves his head back down so he can start making out with your pussy again. he’s being so sloppy with it but lord it feels so good. you try to push eren’s head away but he doesn’t let up and instead starts adding two of his long digits into your wet pussy while eating it.
you had no more strength left in your body to push his head away with the way he was eating and fingering your pussy. “erennnn im so closeee!!” you whine. and just when you were about to have your release, eren stops. he lifts his body up so he can sit down straight on the bed and he looks down at ur trembling body and just laughs.
“rennn what are u doing…?” u question quietly. eren rests his large palm on the right side of your cheek “i’m glad you forgive me, but you know…” he pretends to think for a moment, “i never got an apology from you for telling me what to do and you know i hate that bossy shit” his hands slides up to your neck and he gives it a little squeeze just enough to make you cough a bit. you rest ur smaller hands on top of eren’s, mentally hoping that you can make him forgive you and he’ll forget about all this and just make you cum.
“r-ren i swear i wont do it again im really sorry i-“ eren cuts you off and leans down to press a quick kiss onto your lips that were now swollen from you biting on them previously. he lets go of your neck and gives you his signature annoying (but sexy) smirk and god you wished you could slap that stupid look off his face, but you’re in such a weak state right now from how he was eating you out </3.
“show me how sorry you are and maybe i’ll think about forgiving you, sound good princess?”
#forgive my shitty smut writing </3#anyways i’m working on an ony fic yayyy#eren yeager#eren x black fem!reader#eren x black y/n#eren x black reader#eren yeager smut#eren x reader#eren x black!reader#x reader#eren aot#eren smut#aot fic#4mnji ᯓ★
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eren is the type to talk you through it so good 👹 y’all are both a mess, the room STINKS, there’s a heavy cloud of smoke lingering in the space, y’all hearing the birds chirp and shit from outside. the vibe is vibing okay (i had to set the scene). but he’s got you folded up in missionary, your legs floppy beside his ears as he gives you the slowest and deepest strokes. your eyes are rolled into the back of your head and he’s just whispering, “that’s it pretty..that’s it. let go for me, hmm. let daddy do all the work.” you’re pu$$y creams around him as he speaks, and he mutters a low ‘fuck’ as he watches as his dick pushes it all back inside. “you gonna cum for me again? come on, cum for me. yes, yes baby -shit. good girl” and he’s petting your sweaty forehead and hair as you scream, shake, and cum for him so hard you see pluto. when it’s all done he’s whispering sweet nothing against your lips as you slowly and sloppily kiss eachother, telling you how good you did and how much he loves you as he lets you catch your breath and calm down.
grrrrrr i luv him hez my boyfie 💗 requests r always open for thirsts like dis
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OVERACHIEVING MOUTH
— ❣︎✰︎☮︎ — "let's see how else you can use this overachieving mouth." — ☮︎✰︎❣︎ —
IN WHICH a class project brings two senior students together as an unlikely pair.
content includes: hotnerd!reader, studypartner!eren, athlete!eren, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, possessiveness, slow burn but not too slow, small bit of angst, dom!eren, fingering, a lot of penetration, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink.
"I've done a randomization on who will work with who on this project, so that conflicts will be less likely."
When your film teacher gave that disclaimer, your eyes instantly widened. You don't talk to anybody in this period anymore, and she was likely enforcing this because of you.
With the last project, you allowed a girl who you got along with in this class to work with you, but you found out that she was an inconsiderate freeloader, so yes you gave her a piece of your mind! Maybe you blew it out of proportion, but you couldn't see any wrong in it.
But now this was the outcome, and you were wishing you were calmer about it now. Your teacher went over to her laptop, and on the board, she showed the pairings.
Some people hit a 777, but meanwhile, you were thinking that this lottery was a scam, because how the hell did you get Eren Jaeger?!
You're a girl at the top of your class, most of your grades being in the triple digits and you had already accepted a full-ride scholarship to an prestigious college three hours out of the city. It's your senior year, and this was just one of your electives, but you liked this class, and you like to give everything your all.
So how could the stars have possibly aligned you with Eren? This pretty-boy athlete. You've had a few other classes with him in these 4 years, but never a conversation. You just recognized that his handsome face only pops up in these classes every once in a blue moon.
He was sitting on the opposite side of the room from you. Your head was leaning on your hand, and you glanced over to him from across the classroom. He always sat with his legs spread. Slutty and Obnoxious. He was sitting up straight in his chair with his arms crossed, and then you saw those dark hues of green in his eyes go to you. That's when you looked away, looking down at your phone as if something super interesting was going on in it.
People started to move around to go sit with their partners, so he took the liberty to come up to you. Huge feet made their way under your vision, so that's when you looked up from your phone. Looking through your rectangle frames, you saw his stoic face looking down at you, his hands in his pockets and his crotch uncomfortably near your face.
"Hey."
That deep voice is what you're gonna have to tolerate until the due date next week. But not if you could help it.
"Excuse me." You stood up and moved past him. You went over to Miss Sullivan's desk, and she slowly turned her head to acknowledge you after you said her name. She knew that it was always most likely to be bullshit coming out of your overachieving mouth.
"Yes?"
"Is it alright if I work alone?"
She glanced over to your desk, where Eren had pulled a chair up and sat on the side of it. Then, those judgy eyes moved back over to you. "Go sit down, Miss Johnson."
Your mouth fell open in offense, but you wiped your arrogant expression off. "Can I go use the bathroom, though?"
She picked up a pre-written pass and handed it to you between two fingers. You really did have to pee, and you also just needed a minute to cope.
When you got back, you guys — particularly you — spent the rest of that period organizing what to do with the project. He recognized that you just kept talking, and talking, and talking. He felt like his head was spinning.
"How do you even know so much stuff?"
The fact that he practically cut you off irritated you. "Hm?"
"Like, how could you pay attention to the movie this much? I fell asleep on it."
It was a crime-based movie. It kept you probed. You weren't surprised that he fell asleep though. "It was interesting."
You were a very pretty girl, makeup always on point and displaying personality, even though you had a mysterious aura surrounding you since you didn't talk to too many people here. You had a nose stud and a septum, and the blue evil eye charm layered over your other necklaces stood out. Your locs were platinum blond at the top and went to being hot pink at the bottom, and your bold hairstyles always struck you a compliment that you would smile and give a soft thanks to.
All of this, and no one would think you were such a nerd. Even with your cute glasses.
"Hm. Well, at least I'll see you in homeroom. Can we rewatch it in there?"
Eren Jaeger. Y/N Johnson. It's been four years that you've had to be in a homeroom with him because of how your last names are matched up. But still, to his response, all you could think of was Who is we? "Um..."
You had tightened your lips, but he needed them open so he could get an answer. "What's wrong?"
You scratched the back of your head, "You can't just research it on your own time?"
"You know so much about it though. It would be really helpful."
Was he trying to butter you up? You were really just trying to get this 100. "Uh-"
"Oh, bell rings in 5 minutes." He closed his Chromebook that he had barely been doing work on and put it in his bag. "I'll see you later."
He picked up his bag and walked back over to his seat, just as everyone else who had rearranged did under Miss Sullivan instructions.
You spent the next period dreading what was gonna be after it. Your homeroom took place in the theater. The drama teacher was your homeroom teacher, so after he would call roll, everyone would go to doing their own thing.
You took your usual seat at the end of a row, about 10 rows away from the stage with your bookbag in the seat next to you. Everyone else was usually spaced out, and there were small clusters of groups getting along in their own areas.
For example, the white boys would always banter on the stage, either playing with the props, doing something else foolish, or just laying there talking or on their phones.
Eren was always a part of this group, but after the roll was called today, he easily hopped off of the stage with those long legs of his and moseyed his way on over to you.
Instead of just saying excuse me like a regular human being, he walked over the seat in the row in front of your bookbag's seat, forcing you to look up from your phone at this bizarre act. When he completed that step, he moved your bookbag onto the floor and sat down.
"Hey."
You didn't say anything, just staring at him. He took the liberty to start again. "So, I left my Chromebook up there. Hope yours is charged."
You gave him a few slow blinks, and then you reached past his knee to unzip your bag and take the laptop out. Of course it was charged. You started typing into your browser, but he was confused. "What streaming service are we gonna watch it on?"
This was the third sentence he's said, and this one was gonna be the first to incite a response out of you...
Or was it? Why the fuck were you taking so long to open that overachieving mouth and give him an answer?
"I was just gonna try Soap2Day." Your voice was small and shy, even though he had a feeling you were far from shy. He just wanted to get it out of you, though.
"What's that?"
He saw the website you stated as you pulled it up on the computer, and you began typing in the name of the movie that was the subject of the presentation.
"Ohhh, you bootleg shit. Cool. I'm gonna use this."
When you pulled up the movie tab, there was porn on the side of the screen, and he held in a laugh as you rushed to put the videoplayer in full-screen.
Five minutes into the movie, he was engrossed, but you couldn't tell with how he made the move to put his arm around your shoulder. Even though you were shutting that shit down real quick, he savored the feeling of your soft hand on his when you grabbed him and gently put his arm back where it belonged.
"No?" He asked to confirm his rejection.
"No." You repeated.
He was actually interested in the movie, and he kept pausing it and asking you questions. "So you're telling me she pushed her friend off the bridge? Why?"
If he watched the first time, he would know why. But his entertainment was amusing. "Just keep watching."
About 30 minutes into watching, Eren was completely focused. Then, a certain buzzcut boy made his way down the walkway to you two. "Yo, Jaeger!"
Connie Springer. Don't know why the fuck he was in here, but he was here. You weren't complaining, though. His attractiveness was something you couldn't deny. Sexy ass Columbian basketball player with undeniable charm and a pretty ass smile. You had your head rested on your hand, watching him in adoration as Eren paused the movie to dap his homeboy up.
"What's up, Con. You skipping again?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I was never even here, bro. What y'all over here doing, though?"
"We got paired together for a project in film, so I forced her to stay with me to watch the movie again."
Connie laughed. "Working with him hasn't killed you yet, huh Y/N?"
It's been four years that you've been around this man and you haven't had any significant interaction with him. So you grinned when you heard that he knew your name. "It's probably coming soon."
Eren gave a nasty sneer. He's been bending over backwards all day to try to get along with you, but how come you showed that pretty smile to Connie before you could show it to him?
"Whatever. Connie you don't have anywhere else you could be that doesn't involve bullying me?"
Connie's face showed shock to Eren's audacity, "I'm a bully? Tuh. Actually, my next stop is the snack lady, and I'ma go bully my way into a free honeybun."
He dapped Eren up one more time, "See you at practice." Directing a smile to you, he waved and began to walk away.
You thought it would be best to go straight back to the movie, and that's why you directed your hand towards the space bar, but Eren had something to offer. "You wanna go to the snack lady with me? I'm hungry."
"I have food." You moved your laptop off of your lap and onto his. Partially leaning over his knee again, you pulled a purple bag of sweet and salty flavored popcorn out of your bag.
Crazy. You had other things in your bag besides books. He put his hand out, but you just gave him a side eye and looked back at the computer, pressing play before putting a handful in your mouth.
He was looking at you in disbelief, and it was 30 seconds of his glare poking through the side of your head, but you continued to stoically watch the movie. That was until he smashed the space bar. You slowly turned your head to have your eyes on him.
"Why do you hate me? Seriously, have I done something to you that I don't remember, or what?"
Now you kind of felt bad. "You just seem like bad news."
"How? You don't even know me like that. And you're not even trying to get to know anything good about me. Meanwhile, I'm ready to tear my head off from tolerating your stingy ass all morning."
Your mouth fell open in offense. "If you wanna tear your head off, do it. I wanna do it since I'm paired with you. You just don't seem like the type to commit to an assignment the way that I do."
"Once again: You don't know me. And I gotta admit, you're probably right. I'm not as much of a nerd as you."
You showed offense to the term he used as if he wasn't accurate. "What? I don't mean it offensively. You're like, really smart. I just have a lot of other things to focus on. Sports are more fun than fuckass assignments to me, but I do try to get it done."
"Football season's been over." You stated. With this fact, sports couldn't have had him too busy.
But he was ready to disprove you. "I do baseball and track, too. Since you know every fucking thing."
Your mouth fell open. Maybe you did overstep. "Sorry then... What do you do in track?"
You didn't know anything about baseball, but track & field was interesting to watch. "Long jump, pole vault, long distance, and sprints."
He saw your eyes round with intrigue. "Are you any good?"
You saw the corner of his mouth pull up in a curve. "Come to my track meet tomorrow and find out."
Your glossy lips poked out in decision. "Hmm."
"Come on. After, I can take you back to my house and we can work on the project."
That's where you were out. "Umm, I don't even know you like that."
"Yeah, and that's the problem."
"My mom don't even know your mom or nothing."
"You're 18, right?" You nodded to his question. "And you still have to ask your mom to go places after school?"
He's made your mouth fall open so much in offense that you're surprised a bug hasn't flown in it. You picked up your phone and started typing.
you
mama this boy asked me to
hangout with him after school
tomorrow.
mama dearest
Thank God. 🙏
you
???
i don't even know him like that
though.
mama dearest
If you could tolerate talking
to him long enough where
he got to the point of asking
you out, then get to know
him like that.
you
omg????
say no!!!!
mama dearest
I'll say no to you asking me
to say no. 🤷♀️
you
mama?!!!
what if i'm out having sex doing
drugs robbing cars?
mama dearest
You a punk!!!
you
PLEASE
mama dearest
Live outside of academics for
a minute please.
In fact, if you come home
before sundown today I'm
taking your keys away.
you
i rode the bus today anyway!!!
look in the driveway she broke
down again hater 😪
Eren was looking all in your phone, laughing mad hard. "Our mom's funny as fuck, huh?"
You hit his obnoxious ass on his shoulder. "Shut up."
"So, where you wanna meet up after school?"
"Who said I was agreeing?"
"Don't go sit in a library until sundown like the nerd you are."
You pouted, "I was gonna go to Chick-Fil-A, actually."
"If you don't wanna tell me where you'll be at, that's fine. I'm gonna track you down though."
"You scaring me. This why I didn't wanna be around you."
His grinning teeth showed as he looked at you, "Not my fault you're doing this the hard way."
You rolled your eyes, "Meet me at 500 hall's exit 10 minutes after the bell, then."
"The one that goes out towards the bus ramp?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. You should give me your number, in case things get mixed up."
Your eyelashes went up, then down, and every time they did that, he would still be looking at you as serious as ever. Instead of letting those sassy lips say something that would piss him off, he just snatched your phone and swiped to the right of your lockscreen. You tried to reach for your phone back, but he was snapping pictures of him and you, even if it was chaotic as he posed and you hid your face and struggled.
"Boom. Now you got a nice selection for a contact picture. You gotta get my number first though."
"Not happening."
He nodded his head as if he was accepting defeat, but then he directed your phone towards your face with reflexes of a cheetah. "Too bad you're not smart enough to close your eyes." Now your phone was unlocked and you were practically at his mercy.
"What is wrong with you? Why are you going through my phone? What if you find something you don't wanna see?"
Your phone was Hello Kitty themed, and he had to make his way through the pink ocean to get to the phone app. "I'm just trying to put my number in your phone. I feel like in here I'll only find the cure to cancer, or a text from your boyfriend or something."
"Who told you I had a boyfriend?"
He shrugged, "I was just assuming. Smart, pretty, sassy as fuck. Somebody must be crawling after you."
He called you pretty? "...No, I don't fool with nobody like that."
Either you were bullshitting, or you saw him smirk a little as he heard that. He typed his contact name in as "bestieboo eren" with a plethora of hearts and outrageous emojis behind it.
"Eren, please."
"Don't change it, either."
Who did this white man think he was telling you what to do like this? "Or what?"
"Or I'll show you how it is when I'm really scaring someone." He handed your phone back to you, his green eyes staring into you with a layer of cockiness over his face. You took it while your gaze swirled into his. "Got it?"
This was the first time he got a smirk out of you, and your eyes narrowed as you answered him with, "Okay then."
You picked your laptop back up and woke it up from its nap of inactivity, and then you two resumed the movie. He laid his head on your shoulder like he was slick. You pushed his head away, but he laughed and kept his head near. "Come on, let me lay down. The computer's on your lap. It makes everything easier for me."
You just rolled your eyes and complied, and he laid down as he continued to watch, even eating some of the popcorn that you had a change of heart over.
During your last period, he texted you.
bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚
hi best friend
you
please
bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚
already begging for me i knew
it was real
you
what the hell do you need?
bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚
sorry to interrupt you during
ur very important class
but i just remembered
i have practice after school
so i can't meet up w you
immediately
you
thank goodness. 🙏🏾
bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚
tf you think this is
you're not getting away from
me that easily bestie
you
😧
bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚
u could send me ur addy and
i'll pick u up after i'm out
you
absolutely not.
bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚
or u could wait for me here
until i get out of practice
you
BAHHAA ur hilarious.😭
bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚
i don't want u riding that
dingy ass bus tho
just wait for me stink
you
i am not tems no waiting will be
done.
how about we dead this me going
over to your house idea.
bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚
here u go again being negative
now i gotta go back to square one
you
?
bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚
tracking u tf down
you
sir???
scary ass individual.
bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚
yeah ik where you are right
now be prepared to see me
you
be prepared to NOT see me
tf. bye.
bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚
no byes see u in 15 minutes
You were the first one to walk out your classroom door, so that means that everyone else behind you saw when you got snatched by your arm from the side of the door. Eren was your abductor. He was really serious about it, and now he had his hand on your lower back and a grip around your wrist as he led you away.
"Eren, let me go!" You didn't like causing a scene, but the halls were already crowded and loud with people as soon as the bell rang.
He didn't give you a response, but you could feel the amusement radiating off him. He dragged you to a hall that led to the office. People were still walking through it, but it was much clearer than the hall you two came from.
"What is wrong with you?!" You reprimanded as you snatched yourself away from his grasp.
"Hey. How's your day been without me?" With a smile on his face, he was acting so casual as if he didn't just manhandle you.
"Bye. My bus is first wave."
When you tried to walk away, he snatched your bookbag and easily pulled you back to him. "Let me get this off of you."
You must've softened up, because you allowed him to take your bag off of your shoulders. "How did you know where I was?"
"Your friend Ashyra was in my class. I don't know how she feels about me taking her best friend position, but she'll be okay."
You were instantly ready to beat your actual best friend's ass seeing as she reported your location to this opp. "Eren, I don't wanna stay after school. Why would I wanna be here any longer than I already am?"
"To stay with your best friend, duh."
Not a smile grazed your face as you tilted your head to the side. He tilted his back with sass to match your energy. No matter how bad you thought you could intimidate him, he was gonna double back.
"Whatever. I'll walk to the café across the street, since you want me here so bad."
"And do. If you wanna get something, I'll Venmo you."
"No, you don't have to do that."
"Well I don't have cash on me right now, so that's the only way this'll work."
"Well I kind of didn't ask for money anyway."
"Nevermind on Venmo, accept the Apple Pay I just sent you."
"White boy, stop treating me like a charity case."
"What? I'm not. You're changing your schedule and staying after school just because of me. This is the least I could do. It's just $15. Text me when you get over there, or I'ma blow up your phone, alright?"
You didn't respond, but you had a smirk on as you grabbed your bag back from him turned around. He grabbed your hand and spun you back, "You deaf? Text me when you get over there."
"Eren, okaaay. I will."
"Okay, can I get a hug?"
You laughed, "See you in an hour."
"Come on, I'm gonna get a hug out of you today. Would you rather it be now, or after practice when I'm all sweaty and gross?"
"Never-"
"Isn't an option. Come here, mama."
He knew that when you rolled your eyes, he got you. Usually you would roll your eyes or give him a smirk, one or the other, separate not together. This time he got both as he pulled you in, swinging you side to side as your arms wrapped around his firm and fit torso.
"Okay, I'll see you later, Eren."
"Yeah, see you later."
One thing you learned about Eren today is that he was gonna stand behind his words. He really did blow up your phone 15 minutes later! It took a five minute phone call for you to get him to shut up, and at 4:45, he called you again and told you he was driving over.
He found you sitting in a booth at the McDonald's. Your laptop was open in front of you but you were on your phone.
"You texting somebody that's not me?"
"Or me?"
Two separate voices that both know how to grind your gears. You looked up to see Eren sliding into the booth with your best friend Ashyra sliding in on the other side of him. "Not both of y'all here to torcher me."
"You finally met my favorite white boy! Didn't I tell you he cool people?"
"Yeah, but I been knew you was a liar, too, Shy."
Her mouth fell open, and then an order came out. "Eren, kick her."
You shrieked as you tried to avoid his gruesome, manly feet, but he got your ass. "Ow! I hate that y'all know each other. Y'all are gonna make my life hell."
"You know it. Did you get anything?"
"Nah."
Fed up with you, he rolled his eyes with a "Stand up."
Ashyra got up and allowed him to get up too, but you were still sitting there. "What?"
"What do you want? A cookie? Fries?"
"She has a sweet tooth. Can you get me a caramel frappe?"
"Bet."
"Shy." You called reprimandingly.
"What? He's offering, I'm taking. You smart, but that's something else you can learn."
Eren leaned down, his hand placed on the table. You didn't expect it, and that's why you were looking so directly at him when his face got closer to yours. "What do you want me to get you?"
His voice was so much calmer than it's been before, but it was still commanding. "Can you get me a cookie... and a McFlurry."
"Oreo?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. You wanna stand in line with us?"
"No, I'ma stay right here and pack my bag."
His face lifted from yours, and you allowed yourself to breathe again. "Okay."
For him to have been fresh out of practice, he didn't smell bad. It was a natural musk. Did he hit the showers before he came over here? You would hope so. You're gonna be in a whole car ride with him.
You were thinking all of this through as you put your laptop and binder in your bag, but then, you recognized. You were thinking. About a different person. A boy, at that. You tried to just abort from that, but your homegirl came over ready to put it back in your mind.
"So, you gon' fuck him?"
Chin propped up on her hands, her nosey ass had a cheesy grin on as she looked at you.
"Girl, no. What is wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with you? You playin' hard to get with that fine ass boy. He cheesin' you up, paying for your stuff. Be nicer to him, please."
"I'm really just tryna get a good grade."
"Fuck a good grade. Get a D, for once."
Your mouth fell open, and you kicked her from under the table. Then, Eren came over, holding the frappe and an ice cream cone both in one hand, with four bags with individual cookies in the other hand. He put the cookies down in front of you, grabbing one bag and passing it to 'Shy, and keeping one for himself.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
"Oop, my brother outside. I gotta go before he start honking." Shy said as she picked up her bags.
"Okay, I'll go say hi to him." When you got up, you tried to pick up your own bag, but Eren did that instead. You and Eren waved to Ashyra's brother as she got in his car that had music blasting out of it, and then he walked you to his dark grey Silverado.
In the car ride, you and Eren didn't talk much. His music just played, and if you knew a song, you would tap your foot and keep looking out the window as he hummed. He would speak, and you would respond, but you didn't initiate any of the conversations.
In a gated community is when you knew that the ride was coming closer to an end. Every house looked similar to the one next to it, and they all looked spacious and nice. Just like his. He pulled into one of the spots of his three car garage, and then he got out and opened the door for you. Even with holding his sports bag and his own bookbag, he still put in the effort to hold yours.
"Where's your parents?" You questioned, looking around the nicely decorated suburban home when you got inside. He took his shoes off by the door, and you followed.
"Dad's at work."
He was about to walk up the stairs, but you stayed right where you stood, "W-Wait. We're going to your bedroom?"
He sighed, and then he descended from the two stairs he walked up and went over to the dining room. He flicked the light switch up, but nothing changed in the scenery. "Last light bulb went out last night. He's going to get a new box after he gets off."
"Oh, what about your couch, though?"
"My room has a desk. I thought it would be in your nerd rulebook to have good posture when you work."
He saw you considering your dilemma as he walked closer to you. "You still scared of me, or what?"
His deep and husky voice intimidated you, but you wouldn't admit that. You didn't even wanna show it, so you straightened your posture and tried to show a brave face. "I'm not scared."
"Really? 'Cause you've been shaking like a leaf, tough girl."
He was towering over you, so he had a clear view of your two-toned lips falling apart in offense and your eyes narrowing. He laughed, "I'm kidding with you. We can work on the couch."
"No. We can go up to your room."
"Nah, better TV view. I gotta finish watching the movie, anyway." He put all the bags down behind the couch, and made way to the kitchen, "Get comfortable. You want snacks? I'm nicer than you, so I actually plan on sharing."
A scoff left your mouth, "Sure."
He was on one couch cushion, you were on the one next to him. A good amount of space was between you two, and he was still invested in this movie as he munched on some Sour Patch Kids.
Meanwhile, you were struggling to keep your head up and your eyes open. He gave you some chips, but the bag was tilting in your hands, going the same way that your head was going. Down.
It was when the chips started spilling that you jumped up, making even more chips fly out the bag. It made Eren jump too. "Shit, are you alright? You can't do stuff like that when we're watching a thriller."
You started picking the chips up, "Yeah, my bad."
"Oh, are you tired?" Eren paused the movie, and he put a hand out to stop you from picking up the chips, taking that task for his own. "Grab that pillow. Lay down if you're sleepy."
You shook your head, "No, I'm okay. Thank you, though."
He stopped moving, and you saw him looking at you with an unenthusiastic straight face. "Stop that."
"Stop what?"
"You know what I'm talking about." He said as he continued picking up the chips, "You wanna lay on me instead?"
You didn't respond, even though you wanted to say something. A hum, a one-word answer —anything would suffice. But you couldn't get anything out. He put the bag to the side of him when he finished cleaning up your mess, and then he put his arm around your shoulders. "Come on."
You were on auto-pilot, and you leaned into him, winding up with your head on his lap and his hand on your back, slowly rubbing it up and down. It was so soothing to hear his heartbeat as you dozed off, and when you woke back up, Eren was patting you on your back and calling your name softly.
"Yeah? Did you finish the movie?" Your hazy voice questioned as you sat up, moving your glasses to rub your eyes. You saw that the sun was barely lighting the sky anymore through the windows.
"I did. It pissed me off."
You grinned, "Yeah, it pissed me off too. But it was good though."
"Yeah, the ending was a really big plot twist." You and Eren continued to talk about the movie, until your mouth opened and nothing came out since the sound of the door opening paused you.
A matured man with round glasses, stubble, and his straight brown hair neatly running down his back came in. "What's up, Dad?" Eren called.
"Hey, Eren. How was your day?"
"It was nice."
Grisha walked through the foyer, and he saw you sitting next to his son when he entered the living room. You could see the shock on his face to the sight of an unexpected guest, but it subsided after a second. "You have a friend over?"
"Yeah, this is Y/N."
The smile you gave him was probably crooked with nerves, and you waved as you gave him a small, "Hi."
He gave you a tight-lipped smile as he waved back, "Nice to meet you."
He handed a drugstore bag with a box of lightbulbs in it to Eren. "Go ahead and put these in. I'll be upstairs if you need me."
"I know." Eren replied as he put the bulbs to the side of him.
"Wow, you weren't lying."
"You thought I was?"
"Mmm, maybe just a little."
He scoffed out a laugh, "Yeah. I totally just turned a breaker off for the dining room just to not have to sit there with you."
You shrugged, "Doesn't even sound too extreme. It's smart, if anything."
You saw his teeth as he laughed at you, "Thanks. I'll use that next time you come over. Force your scary ass to come up to my room."
He stood up off the couch, and he grabbed you by your hands and pulled you up too. "How am I scary?"
"W-wait! W-we're going up to your— your b-bedroom?" He mocked as he walked over to the dining room.
"I did not sound like that. And it's valid! My first time coming over here and you want me in your bedroom."
"Okay. When should I wait until? Third time? Fourth?"
"How about never?"
Another cocky chuckle came from him, "Second it is, then."
"You wish."
"You're right." He opened the box as you stood and watched him as he stood on a chair, focused as he unscrewed one light bulb and put the next in, the room slowly filling with light as he repeated the process four times.
He got down and dusted his hands off on his pants. "You wanna work on the project now?"
"Okay, we can."
You two sat on the couch, barely an inch of space between you two as you sat on your knees, him having his laptop on his lap. "Do you think this Google Slides template is nice? I like it."
You looked at the one he recommended. "It doesn't fit what we're talking about."
"Yeah, but it's cute."
"Yeah, but the movie is about fraud, scheming, and murder. How cute is that?"
He shrugged, "Depends on who you're asking."
You rolled your eyes, "Let me see." You typed 'crime' in on the website's search bar, and immediately saw a few that you liked. "See? Isn't this one more accurate?"
His face was scary unenthusiastic as you looked at him. "I see why that girl fell out with you after y'all did that project together."
You didn't see where this was coming from. "What? Why?"
"Don't take all the fun out of this with trying to control everything."
Your eyebrows sink down a little bit. "It was just constructive criticism."
"Mmm, okay."
You didn't say anything else after that. He kind of made you feel bad with that line, but maybe he was right. You didn't like that it gave you something to think about, though.
A few minutes passed before Eren's dad came downstairs. "Eren. When you take her home, can you go pick up some food I just ordered?"
"Sure. What did you order?"
"Chinese."
"Bet. Y/N, you ready to go?"
You closed your own laptop, getting ready to put it in your bag. "Sure."
During the car ride, you were silent as he listened to his music. You knew the songs, but you didn't sing along with him. Not a hum or a tap of the foot.
"Come inside with me." He said when he pulled up to the restaurant.
"No, I'll stay out here."
He didn't respond, just tightening his lips as he turned off the engine and got out. Instead of walking into the restaurant, he walked over to your door, and you had to catch yourself as he opened it.
"I said come inside with me." He unbuckled your seatbelt and grabbed your hand, helping you down from the truck even though you seethed with frustration.
You let his hand go when you got down, but he grabbed you by your belt as you two crossed the parking lot. When a car was passing, he pulled you closer to him to make you stop.
"Stop handling me like I'm a ragdoll."
"So your silly ass can get hit? No. You'll be okay."
You had your arms crossed as you and Eren waited for the food. He walked closer to you, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong."
He knew that was bullshit. "You still tired? Is that why you wanted to stay in the car so bad?"
You shook your head, "I'm fine."
"You know why I couldn't leave you in the car. If I went back and someone had taken you or something I would have to burn the whole city down."
You almost cracked a smile, but he saw you try to keep it back. "Are you mad at me because I pulled you in the parking lot?"
You didn't answer as you looked up at him. "How would you think I would feel if I watched that Dodge Ram squish you like a pancake?"
"Order for Jaeger?" The waitress called. Eren thanked her and took the bag. Then, he grabbed your jacket again.
"To answer my own question, it would not feel good. But if you keep giving me an attitude, I'll be the one to push you in front of the next truck."
In the car, he opened his plate up excitedly. He picked up a fork and picked up some orange chicken, holding it towards you. "Here. Taste this."
Another shake of your head, "I don't want any."
"It's so good. Blow it, because I know you don't want me to do it."
It hovered in front of you for another few seconds before you started blowing it. Before you could put it in your mouth, Eren redirected towards himself and ate it. The obnoxious hums and moans that he exuded as he chewed on the food pissed you off. You sucked your teeth and leaned against the door, looking out the window.
"Okay, okay. I was just playing with you. Here. I'll get a different fork and actually give you a piece."
"No, I don't want it. Drive me home."
"Oou, fiesty again. You're probably just hangry. Eat this."
He held the fork out to you again, and this time you grabbed the fork out of his hand and ate it yourself. "It's good, isn't it?"
"Mmhmm." You answered as you kept chewing. You two ate a little bit more, before he closed the container and started driving you to your house.
When he pulled into your driveway, he got out the car first and opened the door for you, picking up your bookbag. He closed the door behind you when you got out, leaving you standing in front of him. You tried to grab your bookbag back, but he wouldn't give it to you.
"Tell me. What's really the matter?"
"I told you, Eren. Nothing's wrong."
"I'm not buying that. What is it? Did I do something? Again?"
You didn't say anything, only tilting your head to the side.
"It's because I told you about yourself with that project, isn't it?"
You sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm just not good with group projects."
"Nah, from what I learned, you're good at just about everything. Everything but being nice to people."
Your lips poked out in a pout. "I'm trying my best, Eren."
"And I'm trying my best to get along with you too. So I'm sorry for hurting your feelings."
"It's fine. I could be less rude, I guess."
He chuckled, then handing you your bookbag. "I'm just asking you to try to get along with me more. If you do that, maybe you won't hate me when this is all over."
You took your bookbag with a grin, "Maybe I won't."
He walked you to your doorstep, and he gave you a nice hug before you walked inside. You were honestly cheesed up when you got through that door, but to see your birthgiver sitting right on the couch and looking at you made you freeze.
"Sit. I need to hear about this young colonizer."
When you got to film class the next day, you and Eren actually made a little bit of positive progress on the project, but you two did more talking than working. He spent most of the time making sure you would be at his track meet later that day.
And to the track meet you went. You walked in probably 3 events in, holding an icee that you bought from concessions in your hand as you walked over to your school's section.
You heard the aluminum stairs clanging with fast footsteps as you walked over, and you chuckled as you watched Ashyra speed down the steps towards you. "Y/N!"
She jumped on you in a hug, "Hey Shy. I told you I was coming."
"I didn't think you really meant it. Oh my gosh, the hermit really left her Hello Kitty room! I'm so proud!"
"Tch, girl." You began walking up the stairs, "When's your race?"
"I gotta go down there in like 5 minutes. I was 'bout ready to shit myself getting ready for this 200 but you popping out made me feel better."
You laughed, and as you walked up the steps, a handsome buzzcut boy called out your name and walked over to you from his row. "Hey pretty, what's up? I rarely see you come out and support."
He gave you a side hug, and it shocked you and flattered you altogether. "I come out sometimes to see Shy, but I usually leave after she's finished."
"You gonna stay the whole thing today?"
"Yeah, she will." A masculine voice that you've grown fond of called. You were looking for Eren as you walked up, but so many people came to see you before you could see him. So he came to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders in a hug. "You really came."
"I did. I didn't wanna find out what your annoying ass would do to me if I didn't." You told him as you hugged his torso in return.
He chuckled, "Come on. Sit with me."
He led you up the stairs, and you two were sitting in a row behind a bunch of a boys on the team. They would occasionally turn around and look at you both, and while Eren was talking to you, you couldn't even pay attention to him.
You beckoned him closer with your hand, and he brought his head closer to yours so you could whisper to him. "Why do your homeboys keep turning around and looking at us?"
"Why do you think they're looking at us?" He asked at a normal volume as he pulled away from you.
You shrugged, "I don't know. That's why I asked you."
He chuckled, "Probably just because I'm sitting with one of the prettiest girls in this school."
You tried to hide your incoming smirk by drinking from your icee. "What events do you have today?"
"Just long jump and pole vault today. 12'6 is the highest."
"Oh? Twelve feet is high."
"Yeah. You think I got it?"
You smirked, "You know I gotta see what you 'bout, first."
"Mmhmm, you'll see what I'm about."
"Why you not doing any running today?"
"I do not feel like doing any bullshit races. Pole vault is already not for the weak."
"Yeah, you got it, though."
He smiled, "Why you think so? You haven't even seen what I can do yet."
With him wearing his track uniform, his strong, muscular arms showed with the sleeveless shirt he wore. And these shorts were pretty tight. They gripped onto his strong thighs and something else that you liked to see.
You didn't even catch yourself looking him up and down. "No reason. Just predicting."
He clearly saw you checking him out, and it made him laugh. You were gonna ask him why he was laughing, but Ashyra came and gave you a hug, "Wish me luck! I'm about to go down to the field."
You turned around and gave her a full hug, wishing her the luck she asked for even though she didn't need it. Shy was the type of girl to tell the girls next to her at the line that she's nervous, and wish them luck. And then she hits a clean walkover into the blocks.
When that gun went off, Shy was gone. Just about everyone repping your school was stood at the front of the bleachers, leaning on the fence to cheer her on.
After they got past the curve, there was only one girl in front of her. The walk-down that Ashyra gave her probably made her feel wind as she flew by. The race felt like it went by so fast, because Shy made it past that finish line in what had to be a record.
When Shy came back up, she received daps and hugs from all over. Then she came up and sat by you as you sat alone. "Eren went to the field already?"
"Yeah, only like five minutes ago."
She looked through the field for him, and she pointed to him standing by a tent and stretching with some guy from a different school to the side of him who he was chatting with. "There he go right there. I bet I can tell you what his ass is saying right now."
"What?" You asked.
"Girl, he be going down there and telling the people he goes up against that he's new and it's his first year doing this. He is sick."
You laughed at that information, "Are you kidding? So he's good?"
"Bitch, he's great. He grunt like a bear when he run. That's how you know it's serious. Hold on, come close." She lowered her tone as she pointed towards a ginger boy who was sitting a few rows in front of you two. "You see him?"
"That's Floch, right? I can't stand his ass, and he kept turning around and looking at me and Eren."
"Girl, when Eren chooses not to do the 4-by-4, that leprechaun motherfucker right there is the reason we don't make the podium."
"Just taking up space." You were trying to make sure your laughs wouldn't be too loud, in case he would turn around and look at you again. But Ashyra didn't tone shit down, and he looked at y'all anyway.
That's when Shy cocked her neck at him. "Hello? Fuck are you looking at, Floch?"
He turned his ass back around, and you had to turn away as you laughed so hard that no sound came out of your throat until 20 seconds later.
When it got time for the pole vault, you, Shy, and many other people went up to the fence, leaning on it as you all watched Eren's event. When it was his turn, he did the 10' and the 10'6" like it wasn't there, only a few other guys struggling with that one. On his first 11'6", he knocked the pole down, and then he went clean over it on the next attempt.
Once it got higher you all could see that the first few guys who went for the 12' must've been having a bad day. Multiple knocked the pole down on their first attempt, then some doing better on the next attempts. One guy broke the bar and his pole in his attempts. The guy who went right before Eren was pretty good, barely grazing the pole when he went over it on the 12'.
When it got to the 12', Eren was doing high knee stretches before he picked up his pole. On the first attempt, he knocked the pole down, and when he was on the mat, you all could see him cursing as he stood back up.
"You got it, Eren!" A girl who was standing on the other side of you yelled. Others clapped and cheered him on too, but you stayed quiet and just clapped.
With his second attempt, everybody could just feel inside of them that it was gonna be better. Connie was standing to the side of the pole vault lane, watching up close as he and others waited for the men's 4-by-4, and he dapped him up and cheered him on.
As he ran with the pole, his form was absolutely beautiful, being completely upside-down when the pole was at it's straightest height, then not even touching the bar when he went over it.
Everyone watching this who was repping the school was clapping and cheering him on, and him and Connie dapped each other up again and again, so hard their hands were probably stinging when they finished.
"Do that shit again, Eren!" Shy shouted.
Now it was the 12'6". The last one and the highest one. You all saw Eren take a deep breath before he started running. His strides were clean and long, and he repeated the same thing that he did on his last attempt. Same lovely form, just going a necessary 9 inches higher.
Everyone was hype, clapping, and cheering after seeing Eren clear out his first attempt on the highest one like that. Your cheeks were hurting from how hard you were smiling as Shy shook you by your shoulders.
In the next 15 minutes, he was at long jump. If you listened close enough, you could hear Eren's grunts as he ran. He made it look easy, going so damn far when he jumped that people who weren't even repping your school were paying attention as his feet landed only around a foot away from the end of the pit.
"EREN THAT'S A RECORD! THAT'S A FUCKING RECORD!" Eren instantly jumped up from the sand pit, hype as fuck and matching Connie's energy. Your school section was too gassed at Eren eating this meet the hell up.
"He gotta have a lil' nigga in him." Shy said.
"I'm saying!" You proclaimed. Connie was pushing limits staying and watching Eren's events so long like he wasn't the first leg in the 4-by-4 that was about to start very soon. He had to dash to the line and catch his breath with the time he had, but when the gun shot, he was out of those blocks like that gun was being shot straight at him.
"You better run like they coming to send you back to South America, Con!" Shy yelled, and that's exactly what he did. He got around the track before all the other guys, and the hand-off with Floch could've been better, but it wasn't terrible. Floch was in fourth when he got around the second curve, but he was able to walk one guy down by the next hand-off.
"Okay, leprechaun didn't do terrible." Ashyra commented. The guy who ran the third leg got your school back to second, by the fourth leg, this tall boy who you knew to be called Berthdolt was going stride for stride with a guy from another school.
"RUN LIKE A NIGGA FINNA SHOOT YOU IN YOUR FOOT, BERT!" The whole crowd was loud as everybody cheered for their school. You knew that Berthdolt was quiet, but when it came to sports, he would be locked the fuck in. And that's why with the last 100 meters, he absolutely dusted the guy who he was running against.
That 400 knocks motherfuckers out. After Berthdolt got past the line, he fell off to the side and laid down on the grass next to where Connie had been since he finished his lap. Your section stayed lit way after the race was over, and a bunch of the runners stayed sprawled out way after the race was over.
"Are those niggas ever gonna get up?" You questioned, seeing Eren squirt water into his teammates' mouths from the second bottle he's had to bring.
"Girl, you don't understand the pain."
When all those boys finally did get up and come back to the bleachers, they were receiving daps and congratulations from all over. You and Shy were sitting back down, and it took so long for Eren to get from the bottom of the steps to where you guys were.
"Good job, best!" Shy said as she dapped him up.
"Thank you, thank you."
"Good job, Eren." You'd been waiting for him to get up to you for so long. For some reason you wanted to say more, but that was the only thing that would make sense at the time.
While he was down there, he had put some sweatpants on. He looked calm and tired as he looked at you, and you were surprised as he pulled you up by your arm and embraced you in a big bear hug, balancing his weight out on you.
Your giggles warmed his heart, "Eren, you're too heavy for this!"
"Just let it happen." He said as he rocked you back and forth, feeling your arms wrap around his torso.
When he let you go, he reached into his sports bag and grabbed some money. "Shy, you want anything from concessions?"
"Can you get me a pickle?"
"Okay. Come on, Y/N."
He walked down the stairs with you, and Connie said, "He's taking our good luck charm away, y'all."
You chuckled in flattery as he said that, but Eren kept looking forward. "You know Connie's feeling you, right?" He told you as you both walked to concessions.
"Yeah I can tell. But I also know another guy who's feeling me too." You teased.
"Really? What's this one like?"
"Well, he's a little annoying. But I found out today that he's really good on the field."
Eren chuckled as you two stood in line, "What do you wanna get?"
"Umm, some nachos."
"Okay. Do you get yours with jalapeños on them?"
"No, not usually."
"Oh. Loser."
You hit him on his arm, "Stop it."
"I'm kidding. I'll get my own, since you don't know what life is about."
"Yeah. I wasn't gonna let your hungry ass share with me anyway."
He scoffed, "Why?"
"Because, after all the events you just did? That tray would be more yours than mine."
"Yeah, I showed you what I'm about. How you feel now?"
"I already told you you did a good job, Eren."
"That's not enough. Were you cheering for me?"
"Well, I was definitely clapping."
"I know you hear all the fangirls I have in those stands. How you gonna outdo them?"
"I'm not your fangirl, Eren."
He was very close to you, and you liked the way he looked at you from above. "What do you wanna be to me, then?"
You didn't say anything, and he saw your shock as your mouth fell open. The lady at the counter called out "Next!" It pulled you two out of your moment, and you two moved up in the line and Eren gave the woman your order.
"Okay. The nachos will be ready in a minute." You and Eren stood off to the side to wait, him holding Shy's pickle, and then a matured but fit man walked up and acknowledged him.
"Jaeger, right?"
You and him both shared some skepticism. "Who's asking?"
The man chuckled, "A guy who's glad he came to this meet today. Look, I'm a recruit from Harvard. The name's Dean Washington."
Eren's eyes widened and he firmly shook the man's hand. "Oh, yeah. I'm Eren Jaeger. Nice to meet you."
"I can't believe this. I mean, we've had our eyes on you since your sophomore year. A tri-athlete that gets better every time he hits any field, and today you broke two of your school's records."
"Wait, I broke a pole vault record too?"
"Hell yeah! You're a force, and you'll definitely hear from Harvard soon. Here, take my card."
Eren took the business card that the recruit handed to him, and with a few more polite exchanges and another handshake, the man was on his way.
"Okay, big shot. Is that the first scholarship you've been offered?"
"Nah. The one's I've been considering have been the full-rides from LSU and Notre Dame."
Your eyes were the size of golf balls, "And those aren't the only ones?"
"No. The other ones haven't pulled me enough. LSU's been begging."
"Well that's a good pick for football."
"Yeah, you're right. But Harvard? This is crazy." He said, picking up his tray of nacho's from the concession counter.
"It gives you a lot to think about." You two began walking back to the seats.
"You're smart. Have you gotten any scholarship offers?"
"Well I've taken a lot of merit scholarships, but I did get a full ride that's gonna take me to a nice tech school."
"Where?"
"Umm, MIT." The only reason you sounded shaky when giving him this answer his because this school was in the same city as Harvard.
He smiled, as you expected him to. "Well that's gonna make me consider Harvard more. You still don't wanna be my fangirl?"
You stopped walking, and he turned around and stopped with you. You looked him in his eyes when you said, "You're the best, Eren."
He held his smile back while he poked his tongue through his cheek, staring at you for a while and looking you in your sultry, adoring eyes. His eyes traveled your body up and down, before he grabbed your free hand and said "Come on."
You two got back up to Shy, and you guys ate your snacks, bantered with each other and others who came over, and watched the remaining races. When it was time for awards to be given at the end of the track meet, Eren and Shy just told you to come down to the field with them.
"The highest score comes from the phenomenal Paradis High! Both of today's MVP's come from this team as well. Ashyra Ross for her performance in the 100 meters, 200 meters, and 4-by-1 races, and Eren Jaeger who broke two of his school's records in long jump and pole vaulting." A commentator announced over the speakers.
Everyone who was still here was clapping as Eren and Shy went up and got their medals, taking the picture that represented the school.
Your mom was the one who dropped you off today, and when you told him that, he took the liberty of commanding you to let him drive you home. "But before that, we're going out to eat."
"Oh, so we're not gonna go over to your house and work on the project anymore?"
"Hell no. We're gonna go to Chipotle and fuck up burritos. Shit, I could eat a quesadilla too."
The next day came, and Eren didn't seem too ecstatic at school for him to have been one of the most-valued D-1 athletes walking through this campus. He didn't seem necessarily sad, but he wasn't smiling as much or being as annoying during film. And he was actually working at some minutes, and then the next minute you would find him with his head in the clouds. You didn't say anything about it, but during homeroom, you called it out.
"Eren, are you good?"
He was on his phone but just staring at it before you said something, and your voice calling his name seemed to pull him out of his trance. "Y-Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know, you just seem like you're in your own world. You sure everything's alright?"
He hesitated, but then he answered with, "I'm fine, Y/N. Thanks for asking, though."
You weren't sure he was being complete with you, but you didn't wanna push it. "Okay."
Thursday came, and you didn't see him pop up in first period.
you
wya?
mvp
sorry i'm busy today
you
wow
day before due date too?
mvp
you can still come over to my house
later tho if it's that serious
you
fine then
Your mom pulled off once he let you inside the house. He was wearing a hoodie and some sweat shorts, and his hair was out of it's usual bun, those brown tresses of his grazing his shoulders.
"We're working in my room today."
"Why? The couch has been fine."
"I'm not working on shit if I'm not in my bed."
With proper study skills being considered, that didn't make sense to you, but you didn't wanna question him. His room wasn't bad. It was spacious, and there was a bunch of stylish art, memorable photos, & decor on his dark grey walls. But it was still the room of a teenage boy, so you couldn't help but recognize the unmade bed and the junk food wrappers & empty dishes that were around and on his bed.
"So, where were you today?" You asked him as you opened your laptop while sitting at his desk, him comfy under the blankets of his mattress with his laptop open on his lap.
"I told you. I was busy."
"That's not what I- Nevermind."
About half of a minute passed before he gave you a proper answer. "I was at a dinner."
"Wow. I was listening to Miss Sullivan run her mouth and you were dining away."
"Yeah, lucky me then." His voice was drained of any warmth, and you just decided that it would be best for you to not talk to him unless necessary today.
About 20 minutes passed before you two shared any words. Then, you broke the silence. "When are you gonna add pictures to your slides?"
Looking through the slides, they were good and accurate, proper spelling and capitalization too. That's something you could appreciate in a partner, but the issue with the pictures was the only one you had.
"I'm gonna do it soon."
"Well... Can you do it now? So we can be done."
He sighed, "You're doing it again."
"Doing what, Eren?"
"That control freak in you is coming out." He answered, still nonchalantly scrolling through his phone.
"Well if being a control freak might get you to act like you care then I'll be that."
"It's just like five pictures."
"Exactly. It's just like five pictures. Quick and easy."
"Exactly. That's why you can wait."
"Do you want me to do it for you? Because I'm fine with that since you seem to be in such a bad mood."
"I'll do the goddamn work. Fuck. Just be quiet."
You turned around completely in the chair, "Who the fuck are you talking to? You invited me over here."
"Yeah. We can both probably see why I'm regretting that today."
Your laptop was loud when you slammed it shut, not wasting any time to put it in your bookbag. "Right. So I'll be downstairs waiting for my ride, since you wanna talk to me like you weren't raised right."
"Fuck did you just say to me?" Eren closed his laptop too, moving his comforter and getting out of his bed.
"You wanna talk to me like that, talk to your fucking mama like that, hoe." You would tell that line to any person who got out of line with you, but this seemed to push a button of his.
It took only a few long strides for him to beat you to the door. You had swung your bag over your shoulder, and as you were opening his bedroom door to leave, he was slamming it shut with one hand as he looked down on you.
"My mom's fucking dead, Y/N."
His voice was deep and husky, but it also shook when he said that. Your hard exterior instantly softened, "Eren..."
He took a shuddering breath, and then he turned around and slowly began walking back to his bed. "Why do you think I wasn't there today? I was at a damn memorial dinner."
You put your bag back down, "I'm sorry."
"Thanks." He sat down on his bed, legs spread and arms hung to the sides of them, "You can go now."
You approached him slowly with ease. Sitting down by him on his comfortable mattress, the touch of your hand on him lightened his temper. You ran your hand through his hair, showing his face to you more.
"You're sad. Why would you make time for me if you're feeling like this today?"
"I've been sad for a while. Nothing new."
Your hand traveled down to the back of his neck, rubbing his nape soothingly. "What's wrong today, then?"
He took a second, and then he ran his own hand through his hair before he answered you. "Today makes seven years. It's just different."
"I'm sorry, again."
"No reason to be. You're not Lupus."
"I was giving you a hard time. That's why I'm sorry."
You just wanted to be there for him, especially after being so rude earlier. He turned to look at you, and his eyes were glossy and flooded, and that made your eyes fill up with tears too.
Sad boy or not, he was still strong as hell. So when he wrapped his arm around your torso and pulled you in for a hug, your whole body shifted over to him, and you straddled his lap to be comfortable.
"It's okay. It's your thing to give me a hard time."
You kept running your nails through his hair, and he adored the feeling. He stayed with his face buried in your chest, loving the feeling, loving the smell, loving the care, loving the comfort.
He lifted his face up, his chin nuzzled in your chest as he looked up at you. "I did really good at the track meet the other day."
You saw the damp tracks of his salty tears spread under his eyes. You placed both hands on the sides of his face, "You did."
"Guess who else reached out."
You tilted your head, softly asking, "Who?"
"UCLA."
"Oh. Another D-1?"
A meek close-lipped grin showed as he nodded. You used each thumb to wipe his tears. "I told you you're the best."
He gave you a real grin this time, then laying the side of his face on your chest. "She can't see it, though."
You began rubbing his head again. "You think she's not watching you?"
"I want her to be there watching me. I wish she could— I just—"
You quietly shushed him, holding him close. "She would be proud of you, baby."
He looked up at you. "You think so?"
"I know so... If it helps, I'm proud of you."
His lips were slightly parted as he looked at you, and then he was only looking at your lips. The next thing he knew, his lips were on yours. Slow, soft. He didn't wanna stop. He couldn't be off of you.
He was so gentle, just as you were with him. Your body curved into his, and his hand trailed under your hoodie, slowly running his palm up the middle of your back and keeping you close to him while you subconsciously grinded down on him.
When he pulled his lips away, his hand was unbuckling your bra as you felt him growing under you. "Eren."
His lips were occupied kissing your neck, but he put in the effort to answer you. "What?"
"Are you sure this is what you need right now?"
"I'm sure that what I need right now is you."
He kissed your lips again, and a string of saliva connected between your lips and his when he pulled away. Picking you up so easy, he changed your positions, you being laid on your back as he hovered over you now. "Can I have you?"
"Are you gonna even take no for an answer?"
He smirked, and then he shook his head no.
"Then you already got me, baby."
Your hoodie was off. His hoodie was off. His shorts were getting pulled down. Your jeans were on the floor. The door was locked. His hair was tied up. Your glasses were on the nightstand.
All you saw was his chiseled abs, his defined V-line, and that huge print showing through his briefs, and all he saw was your pretty half-naked self laying on his sheets under him.
You lifted your arms up so he could take your bra off, and then your pretty tits jiggled as they laid out under him. He whispered a curse as he threw your bra to the side. He leaned down and kissed your neck, and you felt shivers trickle up your thighs as his fingers met the sensations in the middle.
"You came here wearing a matching set for me." He grazed his fingers past the pink lace that made the panties of this matching set.
"I didn't think this was gonna happen." Every word coming from your overachieving mouth would be soft and shy, shyer than he knew you to be. He liked that he made you get like this as your pussy twitched under his fingers.
"Mmm, you were ready for me though." He slid your panties to the side, and your back arched off the bed when he drove his fingers in you. You let out a shriek that would've been a moan if you didn't hold back.
It sounded like ocean sounds were playing as he filled you up with his two digits, pulling them out, then jutting them back in again and again. His lips were wrapped around your chocolate areola, his tongue swirling around it like the delectable desert that it was to him.
Your back was arching off the bed, and he just kept hitting a spot deep inside that would turn your moans into whines. He looked up into your eyes from where he lay, and you were looking down at his hand going in and out of you at a dangerous speed. He pulled his mouth away and hovered over your face, and he began guiding you through your high.
"Like that, baby?"
"Yeah, like that."
"You look so damn pretty. So pretty when you're cumming on my fucking fingers."
You wrapped an arm around his neck, holding onto him tight and your back hovering off the bed as he hit that spot again, and again, and one more time before—
"Fuck! Eren!" You flooded his fingers and his wrist, and your hips kept grinding onto his hand as you rode out your high.
"That's it, pretty girl. Keep cumming for me."
When he pulled his hand out, you fell down onto the mattress. Your legs instantly closed, just like your eyelids as you caught your breath with the back of your forehead. He kissed your jawline and rubbed his hand up and down your body, taking your panties off then bringing his kisses down low and reopening your legs, kissing on the warm wetness of your clit.
"Eren." You cooed, and you called his name again but more hastily when he slid a broad lick across your sensitive slit.
He changed positions but left you where you were, now propped up in between your legs and his hands reopening them. He pulled you by your thighs closer to him, leaning to the side to reach in his nightstand and pull out a condom.
Your fat pussy was pressed up against his thick, clothed bulge. He whipped it out, and your shock was evident when seeing his long dick out of the clothes. "Oh."
He laid it on you as he unwrapped the condom, and the tip went all the way to your belly button. "You okay?"
You sat up partially to get a better view of this monster that he was planning on putting inside of you. "Y-Yeah."
He breathed out a laugh at your nerves, sliding the rubber onto his hard length. "You think you got it?"
"Umm, we'll see."
He aligned his tip with your hole, slapping it on your clit a few times. You and him both watched as he began to slowly push inside of you, until you couldn't watch anymore. Your eyes filled with tears and you had to squeeze them shut as you cursed.
"Fuck, are you a virgin? You're tight as hell."
"No, you're just big!"
You could cry and whine all you wanted. Unless you said something, he was gonna do his best to fit his thick cock in your tight hole. He grabbed the ankle of one of your legs that were thrown over his shoulder, rubbing it and pecking it with kisses as he slid inside of you.
"Relax, mama. I need this pussy to stop squeezing me so tight."
You had your toes curled and one hand gripping his sheets, the other holding your breast like it was a stress ball. When he kept pushing inch after inch in, you let your head fall back on the sheets. You hadn't fucked in a while. It hurt, but it hurt so good.
"There you go, gorgeous. I know you can take me." It wasn't all of him. There was about an inch of his shaft that couldn't go in anymore, but his tip was pressed in as deep as it could go.
You let out the cutest, shuddering moan when he started thrusting slowly in and out of you. Everytime that he would go in, he could see the imprint of his dick poking through the pudge of your stomach.
You were leaving a creamy layer of your juices on the condom as he fucked your sweet hole, "All this 's for me, right baby?"
"Yesss. It's all yours."
He held your face in his hand, "Open those pretty eyes and look at me."
You did as he said, caressing his hand with yours and leaning into him. Looking into his green eyes so innocently, yet he knew you were far from that by the way you were taking him. You were so smart. Smart enough to recognize that when you moaned the way that you did, needily called his name the way you did, grinded your hips onto his cock the way you did, that you had him wrapped around your finger.
Your lips parted more as he jutted his hips in deep. A guttural moan from your throat came out as he hit your spot purposely rougher this time. You couldn't help it, especially with the way that he looked so sexy when he looked down at you like this. His thick brows were furrowed, hanging over desiring dark eyes that were hazy with lust. His skin was damp with sweat. His soft lips were hanging open, letting his groans out as your pussy milked him.
"Eren, come closer baby. I need to feel you." You were spiraling with passion, and he was entwining in pleasure from finally satisfying his craving that was you. He leaned down and kissed you, enjoying how sloppy and erotic it was.
"You wanna feel me even more than you already are?"
"I needed..."
Your hand was roaming, holding him close by rubbing at his nape. "Your skin..."
Then his shoulder, "I wanted it on me." then his arm, squeezing him tight with your nails digging into his arm.
"Shit." The low growl that came from him as you left your marks made your whole body shiver. You just repeated the coo of the word "Baby" over and over again, the speed of it mounting as he kept going.
"I know, ma. I know. I'm... Close... Too."
You came first, you releasing a high-pitched moan with your juices that wet him up as his thrusts got more sporadic, yet still giving all his force.
"Ah, fuck." You felt his breath on your face as he pushed out his last few movements of his hips. You both were breathing gently on each other, him holding your face in his hand while you ran your hands through his hair, giving each other wet, soft kisses on each other's lips.
When he lifted up, the condom was filled with a fat heap of his nut before he pulled it off, tying it up and taking a tired walk to the trash can to throw it away.
You were still laying down when he got back over, just propped up on your elbows as you watched him.
He stood in front of you, rubbing your legs. "Were you just looking at my ass?"
You were feeling extremely relaxed, and your laugh represented that. "I was looking at everything, baby."
Even the fresh scars you left on his shoulders and arms. The way his body flexed with every movement, a different muscle being highlighted with every step. His sexy mannerisms, like the way he walked, the way he ran his hands through his hair, or the way he would look back at you. Damn. He was so fine for you.
And he was looking at everything you did. Your eyes were on his, so they were watching as he trailed down your body, looking at your full breasts, the texture of your warm brown skin, and the way that your plump ass still was visible even while you were laid down like this.
"You're so damn sexy."
"Mmm." You lifted up, running your hands up his chiseled body until they got to his pecks, "Let me hear that again."
He chuckled, "You're a slut, too. How did I not know that?"
Craning down, he pecked your smirking lips. "Yeah, I wanna hear that again too."
He bagged not just a beautiful genius, but a perfectly lewd freak. He held you by the back of your neck to give you another sweet kiss.
"Do you think your dad heard us?"
"Hmm, if so, it's a hard day. I'm sure he'll understand."
You grinned as you looked up at him, and he did the same as he towered down on you. You both could tell what was going on behind each other's eyes.
"Do you have any more condoms?"
Laid on your side. He would slow it down then speed it up, harassing that pussy like it wronged his whole bloodline. One hand was under your bent knees, and the other hand traveled from your ass to your neck, gripping your throat and holding you steady when he filled you up with the length of his cock.
You were wise, but you learned more and more everyday. Something you observed from Eren is that he's a feen for a fat ass. That's why the third condom you two were on broke when he was hitting it from the back.
And something that he learned about you was that you craved the feeling of his touch and his warm skin on your own. So when he slowed his pace down with the next trial from the back, he pulled you by your neck closer to him, your back centimeters away from his chest in this steamy room as he caressed your breasts and kissed your shoulders.
And when you slutted him out while riding? He was trying to match your energy first, bucking his hips up while you were slamming yours down. The headboard was rocking into the wall so much that one time it might've been his dad knocking on the door to make sure you two were okay.
He couldn't hear that though, especially over your moans and his combining in harmony. His moans were dragging out of him, exhausted rambles leaving his mouth as he held you close, his face rubbing against your titties as you went up and down on him, leaving a creamy mess between you two.
The last nut from the night didn't need a condom. You were hovered over his face, but then he just pulled you down and put that tongue to work as he jerked himself off, receiving help from you when you could move your body accordingly to your mind, which was almost broken with the persistence of Eren eating you out.
He kept going on for what was probably a whole hour. You weren't sure. He just said that you weren't moving until he was done eating, but when he freed you from his hold, you laid your ass down.
You woke up in a haze in this dark room, a ringing sound filling your ears. Eren was laid on your ass like it was a cushion, and you could hear his soft snoring.
"Fuck, what time is it?"
You had to put your glasses on, and you saw that his digital clock read 1:37. Your phone was ringing, and it was your mom.
"Shit, shit, shit."
Eren was waking up, but his head plopped onto the mattress when you — his human pillow — hastily moved.
"Hey baby. You alright? I've been calling you, it's late."
"Y-Yeah. I'm sorry mama. I just fell asleep." Eren tapped back into consciousness when you turned his lamp on as you talked on the phone and hastily tried to collect your clothes at the same time.
"It's okay if you were doing unspeakable things, honey. As long as you were being responsible."
You sighed, "I love you, mom. Thank you for being chill."
"Yeah, I'm chill, but I'm still a worried mother. I'm parked outside of his house. Get down here, because I'm not letting you go to school in the same clothes two days in a row or a boy's. Bye."
She hung up the phone, so you put it down as you kept getting changed. He rubbed his eyes and sat up on the bed and watched you.
"That's my sock."
You cursed, almost having a white and a black sock on.
"The hoodie's inside out."
You sighed, pulling it off and reversing it.
He got up and put his briefs on, covering his dick up in time to catch your next mistake.
"Jeans on and no panties? Fuck, just stop moving. Calm down."
He helped you get your jeans back off, picking up your panties and allowing you to step into them. Then he helped you jump into your jeans, slapping your ass when you finished that task.
"Stop." You slapped his hand away from your butt.
"Uptight again like you weren't about to break my dick off like three, four hours ago. Okay."
"Quit it." You slid into your crocs and picked up your bag, "Okay, I'll finish the last few details of the slideshow. I'll see you tomorrow— I mean, today, okay?"
"Mmhmm." Despite this tired response that you expected to be the end of the interaction, he grabbed you by your hood and spun you back around, planting a warm kiss on your lips that almost paused all of your panic.
And when you pulled away, it almost came back, until he started talking. "I'll finish the slideshow right now, okay? Go home and lay down, you overachiever."
You breathed in through your nose, "Okay. Make it look pretty, alright?"
"I will, baby."
One more kiss, before you turned around and walked out of the door.
"See you later." He told you.
"Yeah, see you later, love."
You tried to get downstairs quietly, not sure if Mr. Grisha would be down there or not. When you thought you were in the clear, you were proved wrong.
"Have a nice night, Y/N." He was sitting in a living chair, and you couldn't tell how you didn't see him. He shot you a warm smile as he looked up from the book he was reading, and the one you gave him back was probably crooked.
"You too, Mr. J."
You cursed at yourself in your head as you turned away from him and rushed your way out.
In the morning, Eren did most of the presenting since you were the main worker. The presentation was actually fun. Eren kept comically teasing you, but you weren't opposed to it. It actually surprised the people in your class when seeing you smile.
When walking out of the class, Eren held your hand and spun you around for the direction he was walking in. "You told me you have Miss Russé next. She'll be okay if you're a few minutes late."
You grinned and chuckled, "Where you taking me?"
"Just somewhere where I can talk to you." He led you through the front exit passing by the office, just so you two could sit at the empty benches that are out there.
"Do you know how tempted I was to slap your ass when you were sitting back down?"
"Still severely horny, huh?"
Grabbing your jean pocket, he pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "After last night? Of course I am."
He placed his hand on your jaw as he locked his lips with yours, him leading the kiss. When he pulled away, you had your hands on his chest, "Yeah, I actually wanted to talk about that."
His head tilted, eyes narrowing too, "Yeah?"
"Um, I think— I think it was us getting carried away."
The look on his face wasn't neutral, although others might think that if not knowing the context. But you saw his jaw clench as he swallowed, and his eyebrows slowly furrowing over his darkening green eyes.
"I was in between your legs like, what, nine hours ago. And now you think it was a mistake?"
"No, no. Not a mistake. I just looked back on it and I was thinking, maybe sex wasn't what you needed at the time."
The way he was looking at you made you feel so small. "Did I not make you feel good? Be honest."
"No, that's not it. You made me feel great."
"I could tell. So what the fuck is the problem?"
"Eren, you heard me. You were very sad and then we just had sex like that fixed everything. That's what's not making me feel good."
He stood up, and at this point you felt like you were buried into the ground, your head being the only thing above the surface so you could look at him. "Why the fuck are you doing this to me?"
"Eren, I'm not doing this to you. I was just saying it! I still adore you."
"Really? I can't tell." He picked his bag up and walked away from you, but not into the building. He walked out into the parking lot, and you walked back in the building before you could see where he was off too.
You didn't cry. No. You just felt like you were crying inside though. This was weird. You haven't thought about boys like this in forever. Then all of a sudden, one charms you on a Monday, and by the end of the week he's rearranged your guts.
At homeroom, you didn't see him. There was a possibility he was just going in his car to cool off earlier, and then there was the possibility that he drove home. He did the latter, and you were kind of relieved. Him ignoring you while being in the same room as you would've made you want to bury yourself in a hole.
Then the day went on. You got home, and you still wanted to sink into the ground. Not because of the reason from earlier. It changed into something else. You were craving him. You didn't care how awkward it would be, or how mad he could get, or how much he would yell at you. You wanted your body on his. You wanted to be around him. You wanted to be laughing with him, cumming with him.
You were obsessed with little shame about it, and that's why he got multiple rings on his doorbell and knocks on his from door at 7 in the evening.
"Wow. You came to see your mistake."
You were wearing another one of your hoodies, and this time a patterned pair of flair pants. Your slides were plush. Probably not the best choice for the rain that was just starting. But you still looked cute to Eren, and that made him even more frustrated.
"I never said that." Your pleading voice was so cute, and he was trying to make sure his dick wouldn't get hard as he looked at your doe brown eyes looking at him.
"Tch, come inside before it starts pouring."
You walked inside, turning around to face him once he closed and locked the door behind him. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank top. He had his hands in his pockets, and before looking at his face, you were looking at his toned muscles and the print showing through his pants.
You were looking at him, and he was looking at you. You saw his Adam's Apple bob as he took a deep breath and got ready to talk. "Well, you drove your raggedy ass car to come see me. What do you have to say?"
You were standing with your hands behind your back, and a courage-building inhale preluded your sentence. "I'm sorry. I do mean what I said, but the delivery could've been better. Especially since it made you think that I don't want you, and I do want you. A lot. I was just thinking about it, and I don't regret what we did at all, but what led to it is what I was thinking about.
"But we can't change what was done. And I don't wanna change what was done, at all. I would sound like a hypocrite if I let on that I did, because a lot of the things that I said last night wouldn't elude that. Like when I said you're the best, I meant that. I mean, you're the best I've had, considering I've only had one other perso— Can you accept my apology already?"
He was smiling at you so hard that his cheeks were hurting. "C'mere."
You took the embrace that he was offering, him rocking you side to side as he laughed. You wanted your hands wrapped around him like this as long as possible, along with the feeling of him rocking you back and forth.
"Who was this other guy you fucked?" He asked you in the hug.
You lifted your face from his chest and looked up at him. "You in my business right now?"
"Yeah. You owe me."
"Why?"
"Because, I didn't say I accepted your apology. After how you made me feel earlier, I deserve something generous from you."
"Really?"
"Really." His hands went down to your ass, and you loved the way he touched on you, rubbing and massaging it. "Answer the question. Who took your virginity?"
"It was my boyfriend from sophomore year."
"Oh, yeah. I used to see you walking around with him. He's a loser."
Your mouth fell open, "Eren, be nice. He wasn't bad."
"Mmhmm." His mouth went down to your ear, "This ass isn't for him though, yeah?"
"N-No. It isn't."
"Neither is that pretty pussy though, right?"
"Right, baby."
"Who does it belong to?"
You looked up into his eyes, your hands on his chest. "It belongs to you, Eren."
"That's right. You belong to me. Don't ever try to fucking leave me or pull the shit you pulled earlier again, alright?"
Your lashes batted, but you still looked at him with adoration. "Okay, baby. I won't."
"Good girl." Gripping your ass cheeks, he shook one in his hold before he told you, "Get on your knees."
You did what he said, and he held your locs in his hand as you looked up at him. "What about your dad, though?"
"He's a surgeon. Working overtime tonight. Now, go ahead and pull it out. Let's see how else you can use this overachieving mouth."
He was right. You tried to overachieve in everything that you did. Even sucking dick. When you pulled his already hard dick out of his pants, you kissed the tip, using his drops of pre-cum as an extra layer of lip gloss.
You jerked him off with both hands, using your saliva from the licks you placed up his shaft as lubricant. Your hand ran up his torso, and you only had your eyes on his dick as you kissed it and slapped it against your lips.
When you actually started taking it in your mouth is when he got more vocal. You would hum every time you would slowly bob your head back and forth, taking more and more of his length everytime, until his whole shaft was in your mouth and you had your hand placed on the back of his waist to keep it there.
You pulled away and caught your breath, looking up at his hazy teal orbs that were looking straight back down at you in awe. "How many times have you fucked?"
All you gave to that question was a smirk, caressing his dick in your palm and using your wet lips to kiss and suck his fat balls. You practically gargled them in your spitty mouth while you sped up the pace of pumping his thick dick in your hand.
"Fuuuuuck." His groan was low and raspy as he took your throat as his own personal belonging.
You took his length back into your mouth, and the more of a mess you made increased to how much he was turned on. He felt every time his inches would go past your plump lips into your warm mouth. Your tongue kept licking that big vein that ran down the middle of his cock.
"Shit, I accept your apology. It's okay, it's okay baby. Fuck."
Your eyes shut and you stopped moving after he said that, and you took a deep breath and wiped your mouth. "I didn't— I didn't cum yet."
"I know that. I was paying you back what I owed." You got off of your knees and walked past him, "You were being really mean, though. Now I feel like I'm owed something. Come on."
You scurried up the stairs, and he didn't even tuck his dick back in to follow you. You were ahead of him, but him skipping stairs when he walked helped close the distance.
"I owe you?" He asked when he met you in his bedroom.
"Yeah. You do." He didn't expect it, and that's why it was so easy for you to push him on his bed. He sat up on his elbows as he watched you pull your pants down.
"Hold on, I don't want you to take your panties off y—"
"Eren, you don't get a say right now, baby. I'm sorry to break it to you."
His eyebrow furrowed, him looking like he was in complete disbelief. "What?"
"You heard me." Your juicy pussy was nude and aligned with his wet and hard cock as you took off your hoodie, then your bra, unleashing your yummy breasts right in his face.
But he couldn't touch them, or even lift up and suck them, because after you helped him take his shirt off, you pinned his hands down to the bed with your own, even humming in sadistic satisfaction when you did it. You used one hand to put him inside of you, and you moaned so sexily that he could've came right there.
But he didn't, he tried to push through. Even when you started bouncing that ass up and down on him ruthlessly, clapping sounds filling the room.
"So good, baby. You feel so fucking good." Your pussy was waiting for him, missing him desperately after last night. You didn't waste a second when on top of him.
You watched as his face scrunched up while you were milking the soul out of him through his dick. He was looking to the side, repeating, "Oh my god." with his deep moans.
He should've known you were gonna double back. Two strong-willed people having sex with each other just seems to lead to it lasting all night. But riding him like this right after sucking him so good and not letting him cum was just cruel.
That's why it took less than two minutes for him to give you the warning, forcing out an, "I'm— cumming." You got off of him, and watched as his spurts of cum came out like a fountain. It got all over his chest and yours, mixing in with the hair from his happy trail and dripping down from your tits to your stomach.
Your hand was on the bottom of his shaft, and you were gently pumping him as he came, so you loved the feeling of his dick pulsating as he emptied his balls. Once he was finished, you dragged your hand up his shaft, and he watched as you licked the cum off your fingers.
"Shit, come here."
You laid down on your stomach next to him and kissed him. "You're such a fucking freak." He told you, intertwining his fingers with your soft locs.
"And you aren't?"
"I never said I wasn't. That's why I like fucking you so much."
After a few minutes of you two making out, a struggle for dominance ensued. He quickly won it though, with him gripping your ass helping him get on top of you.
To your surprise, his dick was still hard, and he laid it over your stomach. "You're crazy, y'know? Fucking me like that without a condom."
"It felt better that way. And, I'm on birth control anyway."
"Hmm, good. Because we ran out of condoms last night."
"Oh."
"So, you okay if I fill you up?" He slid inside as he asked you this, and that familiar imprint in your stomach came back. "Make you mine?"
"Y-Yeah. Fill me up baby."
Eren loved hickeys, but not during the school year. He's literally always involved with a sport, so unless it's a winter practice, they're gonna be seen on him. But thankfully, he loved giving them too. So he took the liberty to grab your legs and fold you in half, allowing himself to lean down and kiss you as he gave you those magnificent thrusts. Those kisses went lower, and his mouth stayed in spots on your neck as his groans easily traveled to your ears.
When he sat back up, his pace got brutal, and you felt every last thrust hit so deep inside of you. "It's deep, Eren. So fucking deep."
Your breathy whimpers turned him on so much. He was focused on trying to make your pussy remember his shape fondly down to every last vein, hoping that he could make every one of his eight inches get in there.
He had a goal, and that's why he was being so relentless. You put your hand on his chest, whining and whimpering, but he moved it away. When he moved his hand back, he decided to hold your hands and your legs in his holds together.
"Fuck! Baby, slow downnn."
He was gonna keep plowing into you, even faster now that you said something. "Take it. You got it, ma."
"Eren, Eren! Fuck!" Your eyes were rolling back, and he was glad to see that he could make your eyes roll back in another way than you having sass.
You started repeating a slur of yeses when you were cumming, and as your body shook with your orgasm, you left a milky puddle of your cream under you.
Now is when he slowed down, to ride out his own high. He kept holding you where you were as his eyes shut, groaning and moaning while he filled you up, as he said he would do.
When he pulled out, the creamy concoction that was left on him was falling out of you. "Come here, mama."
He picked you up, and you held onto him tight as he rubbed your back up and down. "You're mine, baby."
You were mindfucked and hazy, but you still responded with, "I'm yours."
"All fucking mine."
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chileee what is up with me & angst 😭 I was able to salvage this from my notes so I thought why not post it lol probably my first and last aot piece cause idk how to write them fr 😭 & sorry to the Reiner loves cause I wrote him so mean 😭
cw: fat shaming, fat phobia, best friend Eren, ex-boyfriend Reiner, mention of cheating, verbal abuse, mention of k!lling, friends to lovers, one sided pining, sorry if I missed anything!
Word count is undetermined but it’s not that long.
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Eren hasn’t said a word to you since you arrived at his apartment, puffy eyed and soaking wet from the rain, just stepped out of the way and allowed you to walk in.
You didn’t blame him, it’d been quite a while since the two of you had last spoken. Two or three weeks maybe, you couldn’t remember. It was difficult keeping track of time when your mind was slowly but surely shutting down. Either way it made you feel like shit.
You wanted to to sit and talk to him but your first priority was getting out of those wet clothes. You went straight to his bedroom, closing yourself in the en-suite.
You let the shower run for a little bit, fogging up the room and hopefully drowning out your sorrow as you sit on the covered toilet, aimlessly scrolling. You checked the notifications on your phone, tapping around until you heard your ex-boyfriend’s voice projecting from the speakers.
“Baby, just come back home. Please, let’s just talk about it.”
“Hear me out, Y/N. I’m sorry okay, just come back.”
The way he was pleading you’d think he actually gave a damn about you.
“Come on Y/N,” There’s a short pause and a deep sigh. You know it’s coming. You hear the change in his tone, that false compassion and empathy has withered away. “Let’s face it, Y/N. Nobody’s gonna want you but me. Nobody’s into fat bitches. You’re lucky your face is cute. Nothing but a pretty face and a hole to fuck. Or should I say holes? I’m sure a slut like you takes it up the ass too-.”
Globs of hot tears ran down your face, budding at your chin and pooling on the screen of your phone. You deleted the nasty voice message Reiner left, only thirteen seconds into the minute and twelve second voice message, his harsh words breaking your heart all over again.
The wound was still fresh and he did nothing but cut you deeper. Why was he like that???
Blocking his number so you wouldn’t receive anymore, you were ready to be done with this shit. Ready to heal from Reiner and all the bullshit he‘s put you through.
After your eyes are cried out and your skin is parched from the piping hot water, you finally exit.
You didn’t leave with anything except your purse, phone and the clothes on your back, so you’re more than grateful to see a white tshirt and a towel on Eren’s bed waiting for you. The shirt was a little tight on your arms and the hem ended right at the cusp of your butt but it was better than nothing.
The California King in his bedroom looked freshly made, plush and inviting, but you’d spent far too many nights alone in an empty bed while your so-called partner occupied another. You should’ve known that’s how it’d be when you decided to get yourself into a domesticated situationship with a narcissistic cheater.
You opted for the couch, where Eren was also sitting. He’s munching on a bowl of cereal watching some crime documentary. The atmosphere is dull, but it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be.
“Hey!”
He didn’t bother feigning the same excitement, sending nothing but a head nod you’re way but you’re still grateful to get something out of him.
Maybe he was annoyed, which he had every right to be. It was late as hell, around three in the morning, and you honestly felt a little bad. Showing up out of the blue and forcing him to share his space.
“I really appreciate you letting me stay here, there were no rooms available anywhere.”
He ignored you, you figured he would. He hasn’t said much since you’ve been there. He’s treating you as if you’re a stranger, almost.
Unfortunately the documentary has lost all of his interest, he figured out the wife was the killer all along and there’s no reason to keep watching.
Now he’s stretching out, manspreading if you will, with his legs cocked open. He’s sporting that same bored look, except now he’s on his phone watching TikTok’s with his volume obnoxiously loud.
Honestly, he didn’t even touch this app unless he was watching the shit ton of videos you sent him at some manic hour of the night. But right now he needed something to distract him. To distract him from everything only you made him feel.
“I get paid Friday, I can send you something once it’s deposited, my money lookin kinda funny right now so...”
You’d spent close to your last getting an Uber to Eren’s. You weren’t sure why you even decided to come to Eren’s. Your parents lived in the same city and they probably would’ve been more welcoming than he was being right about now.
“When have I ever asked you to pay me back for anything y/n?”
His tone isn’t cold or mean, but indifferent. Like he doesn’t care. You’re sure he doesn’t.
The tension is almost tangible, thick and suffocating.
“I know, but-“ You cut yourself off, stumbling over your words. Your throat is scratchy and your mouth dry. You didn’t know exactly what to say to mend things between you and your bestfriend.
You hoped to pick up the pieces. Pickup where you left off like the two of y’all always did. But this here just showed how dumb and deluded you really were.
“I’m sorry…you were right.” You feel ashamed. Embarrassed even.
You can feel him staring at you, so you keep your eyes glued to your hands in your lap, twirling your thumbs in hopes to make amends.
“What are you talking about, y/n?” You can feel his gaze boring into you.
“About Reiner…and every-everything else really. We not getting back together, forreal this time, I can’t.”
He was right about everything. Reiner was an immature asshole. You trusted his smooth talking, pretty smile and it backfired horrendously.
Reiner was verbally abusive, insecure and mean, and he projected it without a care. Tore you down every chance he got, belittling you until you were almost an empty shell of your former self.
On top of that, he was insensitive as hell, bullied you worse than any of those middle and high school nobodies you no longer remembered.
He’d probably use his last breath to lie, just because. If you were blind he’d tell you the sun was blue and the sky was yellow, for no reason whatsoever other than to be a dick.
All of this Eren warned you about, but you just had to go and see for yourself. You fell for the first boy to show interest in you. The first to give you attention and affection. The first one who wasn’t looking to ‘try it out’ with a fat girl or looked at you like some pity case.
So you thought.
“You’ve said that before.”
“I know! But I mean it this time, and I’m so sorry for ghosting you and lying a-and putting him first before our friendship cause..I know you wouldn’t do that to me and I’m such an awful person-.”
Your sniffles turned into sobs, deep sobs that shook your entire body against his when he finally went against his stubborn ways and pulled you into a hug.
You sound sincere, but Eren doesn’t know if he believes you. Hell it wouldn’t be the first time you lied to him about getting back with Reiner.
He wanted to tell you off. Scold you and yell at you for abandoning him. For giving him your ass to kiss cus you thought you were in love, only to come crawling back asking him to pick up the fucking pieces, again.
“I should’ve listened to you.”
Words muffled into his chest but he heard you.
“You should’ve.” He doesn’t mean to sound condescending but it’s true. “I don’t like seeing you cry.”
His voice startled you a little bit, velvety and deep, chest rumbling as he still had you pressed up against his frame. The aloof facade cracking with each sob.
“I’ll handle it.”
He’d handle it. Handle him.
His arms embraced you tighter. One holding you against him while the other ran down your back, over your thigh then back up again as he allowed you to bawl your eyes out.
“I hate when you talk like that Ren,” You leaned back to look at him. “You know I don’t like unnecessary viole-.”
He grabs your face mid sentence, squishing your cheeks together, your lips round and pouty as you stared back at him.
“How’s it unnecessary when my princess is sitting here with tears running down her pretty ass face?”
It slipped but he made no attempt to correct it.
His princess. He’d always called you a princess, especially when y’all were younger. He found it very intriguing how spoiled you were, especially by the men in your life. Dad, uncles, even Eren himself.
He remembers saving up his little paychecks from working part time to spoil you as well, buying you little trinkets and gifts you probably didn’t even have anymore.
Nothing was unnecessary when it came to his princess. He’d die for you. Kill for you, even. You were the light of his dim life. Why wouldn’t you just realize it?
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Soft Spot
Eren and You’s soft moments.
I have an essay I need to be writing. ALSO should I write Eren in a different perspective just to get some of these bitches mad cause I’m so sick of this argument 😭😭
Eren was the boy everyone liked. He was the guy who was nonchalant, kind hearted, and honest. The guy who’d have girl’s flocking to him. The guy could befriend easily. The guy, people’s girls may even look at and wish they were with him.
Eren didn’t care about all that, he only cared about you. You, who was honest, loud, and so caring. You let others' words get to you easily, but try not to show it by how loud you can be. Eren saw through it easily, but never said anything.
Never cared about anything, honestly. Any insecurities you had, he always praised you for. Of course Eren had his own problems, but you did too so it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
Your eyes slowly opened, before feeling soft breaths on your neck. Your head turned slowly, seeing your boyfriend, Eren, sleeping right beside you, arms around your waist. It hasn’t even been a month since you two moved into each other, but everyday you felt more refreshed.
You tried to leave bed, but something pulled you closer to him. Something, being Eren, wanting you to be closer. He loved your soft skin, smelling like your soap mixed with shea butter. He felt his little apartment slowly turning into our little apartment.
“Baby, I need to get up.” You whispered. Eren hummed, still having a tight hold on you. Eren was muscular, and tall, so it’s easy to keep you next to him. “Eren.”
“Just a couple more minutes.” Eren muttered, putting his head on your neck.
“A couple more minutes will turn into 30 making me late.” You reminded him from last week. He grumbled, before his arms let go of your body.
You left the warm bed for the cold atmosphere, walking to your bathroom. You could never believe how fast these past months have been with him, being able to fall in love with him has been soft and sweet. Tooth rotting sweet. He’s someone you feel you could spend your life with, and you would never want that to change.
You walked out of your bathroom, drying yourself off before leaving with a bath towel. Once you open the door, the smell of weed hits your nostrils quickly. You look to see him on the balcony, smoking weed. You watch as he inhales it for a couple seconds before it passes his lips, his white eyes slowly turning red.
You shook your head, as you put on your work clothes. You couldn’t be late to work, it’s only been a couple months since you started working there. You had a couple close calls, you were almost late, and all of them were because of Eren. But Eren has been late or even skipped work because of you. He had a side job anyway that could pay the bills itself.
You started to make art with your hair, combing and geling the sides. Your hair was one of Eren’s favorite parts of you, although he couldn’t touch it, it reminded him of art. He told you box braids, cornrows, fawlocks, were all art. Doing hair is a form of art. God, you fell harder when he explained that so easily.
You walked out to see him coming back inside.
“Thank you for smoking that outside.” You smiled.
“Yeah, Sure. Oh, by the way, what time are you coming home?” Eren asked. You hummed, as he opened the door for you. You walked through, before looking at him.
“Hopefully 6, but you know how my job is. Some people don’t come, others do. Aggravating.” You answered. He hummed, pulling you closer. “What?”
“Nothing, you’re just so pretty. My pretty girl.” Eren muttered before kissing your forehead, before going down to your cheeks, to your neck. Your arms wrapped around his neck, eyes closing once he kissed that one spot. You hummed, holding onto him tighter. “Want you so bad.”
“Eren, we can’t. I can’t, I need to make breakfast and lunch.” You sighed as he licked a stride on your neck. “Eren.”
“I’m done.” Eren told you, giving you one last kiss on the cheek before sitting on a stool. “What’s for breakfast?”
“A granola bar.” You teased, before pulling out the eggs and bacon.
Eren normally cooks for you while in the shower and doing your hair, but you wanted to cook for him for once. Eren normally does everything for you in his power, and would change the weather if that means you were happy. So of course making breakfast wasn’t too much.
“Love you so much, pumpkin.” Eren admired.
“Love you too.” You smiled.
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About me:
You can call me Chef (bc I be cookin), 23, black, Eren's #1
(I literally have his face tatted on me)
18+ account
Thank youuuu
MASTERLIST
*Eren fics*
Only on Camera - CEO!Eren x Stripper!Y/N
The Red Zone - ProFootballPlayer!Eren x PR!Y/N
*Connie fics*
Something's cookin
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Famous (E. Jaeger)
A/N: Yeah, I'm high. Hello. This is inspired by Halle and DDG as well as Rapper!Eren that I have been seeing on this hellsite. Keep 'em coming cause y'all bussin' that shit down. I think I was also, more specifically, inspired by some tweet collages made by SOMEONE on this side of AOT but Make it Black™ Tumblr. PLEASE tag them if you know who I am talking 'bout-- I think Eren's tag was "EJTHEDON" in the pictures...
Chile, anyway. Read this story lmao.
Warning(s): Angst; Cursing, Descriptions of flashing lights, Inspired by real events/Fictionalization of real events; Interactive fic with links
Disclaimer: All costumes and face claims are indicative of style and aesthetic not body type. I believe anyone can wear anything they are comfortable with!
Pairing: Rapper!Eren Jaeger x Actress!Reader
The flashing of cameras and rapidly clicking shutters helped ground you to the moment. You shifted, moving your long braids to one shoulder, and flashed a dazzling smile to your left. Paparazzi called to you, begging for your gaze to land on them. Interviewers shouted questions that you could barely hear. You had already done your red carpet interviews, so many of the questions being thrown your way now were for tabloids to pick up some kind of gossip fodder.
You shifted again, opting for an over the shoulder glance to your right with a more demure gaze. Your floor length gown was elegant and aquatic, giving the illusion that you stepped out of the ocean and brought the water along with you. Despite your calculated poses, however, the excitement radiated off you in waves. This was it for you. The culmination of years of hard-work and planning and dreaming-- it all led you to this moment.
The world premiere of your first feature-length film.
You truly felt like you were riding a current and a part of you never wanted the feeling to end. You took a moment, stepping away from the carpet and the cameras, so you could catch your breath. Your manager, standing calmly to the side, handed you your phone and a bottle of water. She looked pensive as you grinned widely at her, but you chalked her cautious stare up to nerves. This was a big night.
You scrolled through your notifications, swiping them off the screen as you looked for text messages from your loved ones. Your twitter was blowing up but you assumed it was about the premiere. You responded to a message from your aunt (she wanted to know how much longer you had on the carpet) and another from your best friend before receiving two texts, back to back, from your publicist.
From: Shae Burgess (7:46pm)
Eren’s song just dropped. Handling media coverage right now.
From: Shae Burgess (7:46pm)
Don’t answer any questions about the song.
You schooled your features, being sure to maintain an easy going facade so that no one with a wayward camera could catch you slipping. Obviously, there was something going on that you weren’t privy to. Now the potential for the paps to catch an off-guard image, and use it to fuel their tabloid bullshit, was higher than ever. You casually handed your bottle back to your manager, smiling though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Angela, what the fuck is Shae talking about?” You whispered, quirking an eyebrow.
You showed her your phone, your features looking amused and humorous. She matched your energy, putting on a casual smirk as she leaned over to whisper to you.
“Stay focused. Don’t answer any questions about Eren,” She said simply, her voice low. “We’ll talk before the showing. I’ll meet you on the other side of the carpet”
She gently ushered you back to the carpet, stepping aside as you posed for the camera. You felt comfortable under the flashing lights, ignoring the shouting from the paparazzi. You took your time, shifting as needed, and making sure your angles were right. This time, however, you weren’t super excited to be standing on the carpet alone. On the outside you looked calm and collected but on the inside? You felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. Still, you pushed through and gave the camera a seemingly effortless performance.
From the corner of your eye, you saw your co-star walking to the carpet.
Relief flooded you instantly. You crossed to Armin Artlert, smiling wide as you embraced him. He was your rock during the filming process, so seeing him at that moment felt like a saving grace. He met your eyes, his own colored with a silent question as he took in the apprehension in yours. You shook your head minutely, embarrassed that he could read you so easily. After months of filming, however, that was to be expected. So, he simply took your hand and talked quietly with you as the cameras captured images of the two of you.
The paps and interviewers went feral at the sight of your hands linked together. Questions about the nature of your relationship were thrown left and right but the two of you ignored them like pros. Armin was a godsend during the filming process and helped you navigate the ins and outs of the film industry with ease. He advocated for you when you didn’t know how to and helped you find your own voice throughout the process. There were seldom few people who would support a black woman in such a way.
Armin Artlet was a true friend and you were thankful for him.
You gave him another hug, preparing to part ways. He gave your shoulders a reassuring squeeze and you promised to save him a seat inside. An escort met you halfway across the carpet, guiding you through the flashing lights toward your manager. As you reached her, one pap’s question reached your ears over the others.
“Is your relationship with your co-star the inspiration behind Eren’s Jaeger’s latest diss track?”
The question made your eye twitch as you resisted the urge to ask him what the fuck he meant by that. Thankfully, Angela was a quick mover and a quicker thinker. She grabbed your arm gently, ushering you off the carpet as she popped off at the reporter.
“I hope you’re enjoying your evening,” She said, with a saccharine sweet smile.
The reporter grinned, nodding excitedly. Surely, she believed she would get some special information.
“Very much so! First red carpet event.”
Angela nodded kindly before her smile fell entirely, her eyes sharp and piercing.
“Consider it your last,” She said icily.
She caught a glimpse of the reporter’s name tag.
“Have a good night Stacey.” Angela said firmly, hustling you into the event space.
She found a secluded corner, away from prying eyes and sneaky cameramen. You took a deep breath, rubbing at your temples.
“Angela, tell me what in the hell that was about,” You demanded, glancing over her shoulder.
You tried to control your features because anyone could be watching you from anywhere- trying to capture you in a vulnerable position. Clearly, there was something going on that you were unaware of. It was imperative no one caught you off-guard- thus feeding the damn rumor mill. That was the last thing you needed at the moment.
But apparently your boyfriend was really showing his ass this time.
Your relationship with Eren had been the source for tabloid and media gossip since the beginning. Many people didn’t like the two of you together, not understanding what drew you to one another. They had an idealized image of you in their heads- a princess or a primadonna that shouldn’t be around the likes of him. The people who loved you, or thought they did, felt that Eren was beneath you. They claimed he was using you for relevance. Your self-proclaimed internet aunties didn’t like the company he kept and the girls closer to your age were either quietly jealous or outright haters.
No matter who they were, however, they didn’t know Eren like you did. So, you went out of your way to ignore the harsh spin they put on your relationship. At the 8 month mark, you had hoped the drama would die down. But today was proving you wrong in so many ways. Hopefully, it wasn’t a repeat of that time Eren’s homegirl Sasha tried to drag the two of you into her drama with her baby daddy, Connie- another friend of Eren’s.
You didn’t even want to think about that at the moment.
But maybe…the fans were onto something if Angela’s hesitation told you anything.
She sighed, her eyes filled with concern as she handed you her phone. It was opened to Twitter and you frowned seeing Eren’s handle, recognizing his latest album cover as his profile pic.
You clicked the link, confused as to why he would be releasing a song today. He didn’t mention it on the facetime call you had that morning. He seemed normal enough, albeit a bit distracted. Why wouldn’t he mention that he was dropping a single? In fact, you hadn’t heard from Eren since that call. He usually always sent you pictures of him watching the news coverage of public appearances he couldn’t attend or sweet messages to encourage you. You frowned, biting your lip.
The spotify app opened, the song immediately beginning to play. You lowered the volume, holding the phone to your ear. Angela shielded you with her body subtly, trying to give you some privacy.
The lyrics reached your ears, mortification settling into your veins.
Hardest thing I ever did was fall in love with a famous bitch
The song filtered through the speaker, his words feeling like a punch in the gut. He detailed his feelings toward you, verse after verse. He outlined all his insecurities, placing the majority of the blame on you and your career. He questioned your love for him, asking if the men you work with turn you on. He cast doubt on your fidelity and your professionalism bar after bar.
You took a shaky breath, your eyes stinging as the last lyrics rang in your ear.
Just because they filmin’ it, it don’t mean it ain’t wrong.
You handed Angela’s phone to her, closing your eyes as you bit back tears.
“You okay, sweetheart?” She asked, her voice soft. Motherly.
It made you flinch. You didn’t need her pity or concern but fuck all if Eren’s song didn’t strike a nerve. When that bum ass pap mentioned a diss track, you never thought it would be about you. Still, it was not the time to fall apart. Not on a day you dreamt about for years.
So, you sucked those tears up and looked at her firmly.
“I’m fine. That weak-ass shit is irrelevant. Today is about this film, this cast and crew and months of effort,” You said, your voice strong. “Let’s get the fuck back to work.”
You straightened your spine, heels clacking as you walked into the theater with your head high. You sat with your aunt, Angela and Armin as you tried to push Eren out of your mind. The day was about you. If Eren couldn’t respect that, if your job was too much for him, then…oh well. You took another breath, pushing the thought from your mind. He didn’t deserve your time or energy at the moment. Eren Jaeger was not going to steal this moment from you.
Still, as the lights went low and the screen came to life, you couldn’t help but send a quick tweet before putting your phone away for the rest of the night. The petty bitch in you deserved a moment to breathe, did she not?
After all, you weren’t the one to be fucked with. Eren would find out soon enough.
#Eren Jaeger x Black!Reader#Rapper!Eren x Black!Reader#Rapper!Eren x Reader#Black Reader#Rapper!Eren#Eren Jaeger#Eren Jaeger fic#Black Reader Insert#AOT Eren#aot#aot eren#halle bailey#ddg#FAME#eren x black!reader#interactive fiction#eren yeager x reader#eren yeager x black reader#eren yeager#attack on titan eren#eren yeager x black!reader#eren x black reader
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what would eren be down for to be exact? 🌚🌚
ANYTHING!!!
“it’s too biggg” you whined, your hand gripping eren’s thigh for dear life as he tried his best to be gentle with you. this man has once again swayed you into complying with his nasty wishes. well it didn’t take much convincing, but you were going to blame him anyways because he brought it up.
now you were in bed, laid on your back as he sunk his dick deep into you, into your nether region. throughout the day, he had you wear a plug so tonight’s activities would be easier, but regardless it was a struggle. he was big, massive even and you felt like your head was going to explode.
“i know mama, but m’being gentle. ain’t i being gentle baby?” eren whispered to you. if he could, he would bring his inked hand to your cheek, caressing the brown skin to comfort you, but he couldn’t. his hands were very full, holding not only a vibrator to your clit, but also sliding a dildo in and out of your wet entrance while he slowly slid into your ass.
your hand was two seconds from breaking into the skin of his thigh until it instantly flew to your pillow. as soon as he starting moving you were done for. your head thrown back as you felt pleasure from everywhere. “o-oh shit rennn” you moaned, your legs already acquiring a slight shake as he began to move quicker into you. “that feel good baby? s’daddy treating you right?” as soon as his eyes moved towards your face eren knew you were gone.
your eyes were deep into your skull as you took in each and every inch of his dick as well as the toy. “ima turn it up ‘kay?” he mumbled, smirking at the slight nod of your head at his question. he slowly moved his thumb towards the button on the vibrator, turning it to a higher setting as he moved himself and the dildo a little harder into you.
ima end it here…
#eren x black reader#aot eren x black!reader#aot eren x black y/n#eren x black fem!reader#eren jeager smut#eren smut#eren x black y/n#eren x black!reader#eren jeager x black!reader#eren jeager x black reader#eren jeager x black y/n#aot eren x black reader
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THE INCIDENT
Drabble/ one-shot of why Eren never has his hair in a ponytail.
expanding on this post
The bathroom was a mess. Hair caked onto the counters and sink. Leave-in conditioner smudging the mirror and broken hair ties everywhere. You'd kill him if his frustrations weren't already getting the job done.
"Ughhh, babe! Where do you keep those spiral hair ties of yours?"
Rolling your eyes, you turn up the volume on your laptop. It's been the same routine everyday for the past two weeks.
I'm just trying to find my look headass. Niggas can't find their 'look' without messing up your bathroom and using up your products?
The sleek bun, the 'wet look' and even the mohawk. Which, by the way, was a completely unnecessary waste of gel.
Aunt Jackie better sponsor your ass with the amount of money you've spent on her products.
Stepping into the room with a pleased smile on his face and a ridiculous high ponytail on his head, Eren stood on the couch in front of you.
With a sigh, you pause what's playing on your screen and look up at him expectantly.
"Sooo?"
"So?"
"Well, what do you think?"
"I think you better get your ass to cleaning my bathroom"
"Wow, so you ain't even gonna compliment my hair? It's giving jealous."
"Jealous?"
"Yeah, you're just mad 'cause I'm eating you up right now."
"Only thing you're eating up is my money with the way you've been wasting my products. Get your Ariana Grande looking ass into that bathroom and make sure it's spotless."
Muttering under his breath about 'a loveless home' and kissing his teeth, he drags his feet towards the bathroom to "make sure it's spotless".
A couple of minutes go by and you really, really need to pee. Putting your laptop to the side, you make your way to the hopefully clean bathroom. Stopping at the door when you see your boyfriend at the centre of the mess, checking himself out in the mirror.
"Dunno, i think i'm really pulling this off"
"Babe, you know I love you right? And you know I would never say anything mean unless it was coming from a good place, right?"
"Right..."
"That fuckass ponytail needs to go. Just put your hair up in a messy bun or something. Or at least don't have the ponytail so high like damn"
"Oh, so you just came in here to hate?" he asks amusedly while wiping down the counters
"I came in here to piss, so if you'll excuse me."
Moving past your huffy boyfriend, you walk towards the toilet. Sighing contently as you finish up and move to wash your hands.
Drying your hands, you see Eren bend down into a deep squat to pick up a couple of broken hair ties and stray hairs.
That fuckass ponytail needs to go and you had the funniest idea on how to make that happen.
Silently approaching him from behind, he briefly turns to you before getting back to the task at hand.
"You good babe- y/n what the FUCK?!"
Reaching for the band of his shorts, you use all your strength to pull him up so his ass meets your pelvis. Grabbing his hair to keep him balanced.
thrust, thrust, thrust
"Babe?? What the actual fuck are you doing. Unhand me!"
"Fuck princess you feel so good. Yeah, throw that ass back and make it clap I'm bout to nut" you said with a low, gravelly voice and accompanying thrust.
"Yeah baby, take this dick," thrust.
Finally managing to push you off him with a scream, you burst out laughing at his now lopsided ponytail and unamused expression.
Taking a couple of breaths and composing yourself. You look directly at his chest because Jesus almighty, anything from the neck up would launch you into hysterics.
Walking out of the bathroom you speak out as you approach the couch. "Ayt princess, get rid of the ponytail and finish cleaning up. Love youuu"
After settling back onto the couch, you laugh when Eren finally leaves the bathroom. Mini-trash bag in hand and indent's in his hair from the retired ponytail.
"You didn't have to do all that forreal"
"Yeah, yeah. Do me a favour and get me a snack from the kitchen princess"
"The fuck? I ain't getting you shit."
"Awhhh, but babeeee. We can cuddle. I'll even be big spoon."
"Nah... okay fine." He really couldn't say no to you.
"Love you... nigga say it back"
Approaching the couch, he throws you snack at you. Picking you up and laying the both of you down with your back to his chest and a kiss on your cheek.
"I guess I love you too."
Why's he fronting like he's not obsessed with you?
Fuckass ponytails on men are in the same category as fuckass bobs on women idc.
This is wayyy longer than i intended but here y'all go.
tags: @st4rb3rr13s @zorosbigbootyassgirlfriend
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Was watching the world cup earlier and..
Eren as a top footballer his number would be 19 JÄGER and UGH his thighs, they way they flex as he runs along the pitch all covered in sweat. His skin looks so tanned and shiny and which makes his eyes look so much more green and oh my. His long hair is usually tied up but those of times where he takes the ponytail out, bends down and shakes his head before flipping it back and tying up his hair again with his massive hands.
He gets in the zone pretty fast and he’s on the more aggressive side so the baby boy gets a lot of fouls and when he gets subbed out he sits with his legs spread and arms crossed with the meanest scowl on his face. WHEN HE SCORES he does his lil celebratory dance. Eren is a cocky dude sometimes so I see him doing a lil bow and a shimmy, blowing kisses to the cameras ( HE KNOWS ABOUT THE EDITS) or running around the pitch with his arms spread out and a fat smile on his handsome face before his team mates all jump on him ughhh.
#vinatalkss#vinathots#vinawrites#????#eren#erenꨄ#eren thirst#eren imagine#eren as a footballer#footballer!eren#eren x reader#x black reader#eren x black!reader
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getting a “he’s busy” text from eren.
an: so self indulgent but i saw this w the jjk men. so boring but me personally, ur cooked bro 😭🤣 cuz you will NEVER get the chance to treat me like a bitch again cuz imma end u then and there.
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yummy!
Your boyfriend adores the way you smell. Even after a long day, while he’s stinking in all of his man-scents, you’ll still have the scent of your — and what’s become his — favorite perfume.
Too bad for him that you don’t want him close to you when he’s stinky. So he makes sure that he showers before you, and then when you shower, it all refreshes.
You lay down in the bed, and it allows him to indulge in the aroma that followed you when you walked in the room. As soon as you lay down, his arms are all around you, and he sounds like a dog with the way he’s sniffing you.
“Baby, I wanna watch my show.”
“You can watch it. Just lay back, you don’t have to do a single thing.”
You maneuvered on the remote as he took your breast out of your flimsy tank top so easily. You didn’t even say anything about it, because you were so used to this. Used to how he says the same thing everytime.
“You smell so yummy, mama.”
“I don’t even know what you mean when you say that.”
He showed you what he meant, moving his head down and putting his mouth around your soft nipple.
“But I’m not complaining. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
And when you smelled this good, his hands would always roam around your body to caress your soft skin. His fingers were on your torso one second, and the next second you were trying to keep your moans quiet to pay attention to your show while he pumped his fingers in and out of that pretty clean cunt that your cream was starting to dirty up.
He used his mouth on you for his own pleasure. No matter how quiet you tried to be, you would hear his soft hums of satisfaction as he suckled on your breast, squeezing it in his hand.
So he thought, why not let the sounds of your moans mesh together? That show had to be put on pause. You were watching his head in between your legs instead, holding your soft tingling breasts in your hand and squeezing them as his tongue lapped over your clit again and again.
“Just like that baby.”
He opened his eyes as he heard you coo to him, looking you deep in your eyes as you got closer and closer. He started to pump two fingers in and out of you again, loving the sound of your whimpering. “Like that, huh gorgeous?”
“Mmhmm.” You replied, watching as he kissed your clit, then sniffing your warm pussy, and sniffing the crevice of your thigh next.
“So fucking yummy.” Another wet kiss was given to your sensitive bud, and that’s what made you squeal out a moan as you released your warm juices all down the crack of your ass.
And like a gentleman should, he cleaned the plate that his lady made for him and licked it right up, kissing the warm skin too. “Fucking delicious.”
any sexy munch. eren, jean, jotaro, connie, erwin, mista, narancia, deku, baku, gojo, kiri, reiner, yuji, megumi.
#sitting here fresh out the shower and if i could munch on myself i would but instead i wrote this.#anime thirst#aot thirst#aot x black reader#jjba thirst#eren smut#aot smut#jjba smut#anime x black!reader#black!reader#blackfem!reader#eren x black!reader#my first tumblr work!!#monica’s thirsts#monica's works
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Dad! Eren who very much loves his children and loves to spoil and help them for even the simplest of things.
Imagine your daughter being a girls scout. Eren’s buying her uniform, buying all the cookies from her roster, and even supervising the little trips that the girls go on to cheer for her.
“That’s my baby! You better build that birdhouse!” You could see the other parents mugging him for yelling but with the smile on your daughters face he couldn’t give less than a fuck (they just mad they kids suck). “My baby flower crown look better than all y’all’s!”
Also imagine your son playing basketball Eren’s buying the uniform,going to practice and helping the coach, critiquing his form, and telling him different plays to help him shoot. And best believe when he goes to every home and away game and sits near the coach’s bench, he’s yelling at the top of his lungs when your son gets a foul. And bet not let him catch one of the away players tryna hit your son on the sly.
“Ayee foul him ref!” The ref blows his whistle giving the other boy a warning but he does it again and it pisses Eren and your son tf off. Your son goes to push the boy back but gets a red flag, the ref benching him, causing Eren to get hot stand up and shout. “Yo I’ll blow all this shit up right now if my son don’t get off the bench. You know that shit was a foul ref! He defended himself!”
Your son would’ve been embarrassed too, if he wasn’t just as mad. That boy definitely got his daddy temper but just know they fixed that, they didn’t want no problems.
Or your kid being a cheerleader and having Eren practice the routine with them. Eren lets them get in his face as if he was the rival team and smiles when your baby gives him attitude stomping their feet and clapping their hands reciting the chant.
“You got it! You got it!” He’ll give them pointers pausing them in their steps. “Right right right… but roll your neck and mug the other team. Like y’all getting ready to duke it out. You know? Gimme some attitude.”
At the games he’ll cheer and shout for and your kid and if y’all seen that vid one twitter with the dad/brother doing the same cheer in the stands as the cheerleaders yeaaa that’s Eren.
And maybe your child not with all that school spirit rah rah shit but, it’s a prize that they want and even though they know Dad! Eren can get that prize with the snap of his fingers they just want to do something on their own. So they sign up to sell those school chocolates.
They get home with the box of chocolates and like four people brought one, and it’s kinda to be expected cuz there are so many people in the school selling. Eren sees the box in his kids hand.
“How much you need bubs?” Your kid scoffed lightly. “Dad you can’t just give me money. It’s for school stuff.” He laughed and snatched the box from their hands. “Who said I was just giving you money kid? I’m buying your chocolates.” He takes the couple of dollars from out the box and gives it to your kid along with $300.
“Boom! You just learned the business of supply and demand. So you can give that to your school and just bring chocolates home to eat.” He scurries off but not before opening a wrapper and popping a square of chocolate in his mouth sliding the box under his arm. Your kid well mostly Eren continues to buy the chocolates until he gets the email that your kid won the competition.
So your kid won first place, got the prize, and an extra $500 in their pocket. We love Dad! Eren.
𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅
#city.writes#black writers#black reader#x black reader#black fem reader#x black fem reader#I think this my first interactive dad fic#dad!eren x black!reader#Loosely but strongly encourage by @chrollohearttags eren in the musical!eren au#Eren one of those dads that’ll let his kid make money their own way#like he’ll respect their hustle but if they didn’t want to he wouldn’t force them#he doesn’t believe that parents who tell kids to get jobs and tell their kid to pay for their extremities should be parents#if he’s got it he’s gonna give it to his kid doesn’t wanna do his kid how is dad did him🤷🏾♀️#city’s smol fics💞#attack on titan eren#eren yaegar#eren x black!reader
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۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs — ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ
ft levi, zeke, hange, jean, eren
contains- black!fem!reader, fluff, slight family-centred angst (jean), nonbinary hange (they/them pronouns used)
༄ؘ LEVI ACKERMAN
loves when you burn incense
when you first started dating, he wondered how your room always smelt so good. it was a different smell to your perfume, but he couldn’t quite place it . and he was too nervous stubborn to ask.
it was only when he saw you organising the little draw in your nightstand that he rested his chin on your shoulder and peered over you in curiosity. you laughed through your nose at his refusal to ask when he was clearly intrigued. “incense.” you told him, leaning your head against his and producing a stick, “you burn it. comes in different flavours.” his lips quirk up and an amused tch slips past them, “scents.” he corrects, “they come in different scents.” you roll your eyes and flick a lighter on, holding the stick to the flame, “oh so now someone’s an expert.” he watches you purse your lips and blow out the flame, smoke dancing round the room and filling his senses with a familiar comfort.
when you move in together, your little collection of incense sticks and holders, lighters and matches is the first thing to be unpacked. when you’re both finally settled, the last remaining cardboard boxes nestled in the corner of your new shared bedroom, levi slides a black box tied with a satin ribbon over to you. you frown and open your mouth, ready to protest that you didn’t get him anything, but he cuts you off, rolling his eyes and telling you to “quit being a brat and just open it.” you slide off the ribbon and peek inside the box to find every scent that your favourite brand sells. he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you close, “so we can find our favourite flavours, together” he smiles, pressing his lips to yours.
༄ؘ ZEKE JAEGER
loves that your knowledge compliments his
Zeke is aware that he is academically intelligent. he also knows that he has zero street smarts and could definitely improve upon his common sense. you’ve told him, this is how he knows. he now has a little notebook where he jots down your pearls of wisdom. *cough dork cough*
it started as little pieces of advice. you’d be cuddled together on his bed watching a murder docu when you’d pipe up, “you know you should dry your knitwear flat or you’ll ruin them babe.” he blinks and looks up at his sweaters and cardigans hanging from the laundry rack. “uh, yeah i should.. yeah.” he follows up by asking you the best temperature and spin cycle to wash them on.
he’s pulled out of his stupor as he feels you firmly tug on his hand. you’re frowning as you both walk past the commotion occurring at the end of the dim alley on your way home. once you’re a good distance away you turn to him and hiss “why would you stop?!” he stutters and tries to rationalise, “i don’t know! i was just.. curious i suppose.” “…” “…” “next time you hear arguing in an alleyway at 11pm.. keep it moving. understood?” “yes ma’am.” he replies sheepishly.
he loves sundays- it’s farmers market day. you’re grabbing your matching tote bags and keys, heading to the door. you’ve got the routine nailed by now- he spends the morning accounting for your weekly budget while you make a list of the necessities. “okay and remember,” you start, “i don’t buy anything until you can haggle with the stall owner.” he continues, “and i make sure i count my change and don’t overspend.” you finish. “ready?” he asks, opening the door for you to step out first. “set!” you smile as he locks the door and slides his hand into yours. “go team.” he laughs, pecking your forehead and beginning the usual walk to the marketplace.
༄ؘ HANGE ZOE
loves ‘assisting’ you on wash day
it’s mostly just them lingering in the doorway and observing you. or taking note of all the ingredients in your hairmasks and leave in conditioners.
“so what’s your hair type again?” they ask for the fourth time, their glasses still foggy from the showers steam. you sigh inwardly and use a towel to wipe their lenses. “i love you, but you know you don’t have to sit here the whole time right? i’ve still got a while to go.” they pout and put down the detangler they’re examining. “it’s just.. fascinating really. the work you put into maintaining it. i wanna know how you get it so perfect everytime!” your heart swells at their endearment and you hold up the first product in your routine. “okay, step one.”
you hear your name being called before the front door even closes and hange is bursting into the living room. their hands are full with bags branded with the hairstores logo. “hange.. i asked you to get me a bonnet. one. singular.” you say in bewilderment, rummaging through new products and accessories and hair tools. “i know i know i got carried away but that place is amazing!” they gush, “you have to take me back there next time you go!” their eyes are wide and sparkling as you chuckle, wrapping your hands round their neck. “we’re gonna have to go back anyway, love,” you say as your noses brush, “you forgot the bonnet.”
༄ؘ JEAN KIRSTEIN
loves when you cook home food
Jeans vegetarian, aspiring to be vegan like you are. he adores watching your eyes light up when he compliments your cooking skills.
he was with you when you cut off your immediate family. he knew it was hard for you, knew you missed certain aspects of the family dynamic. he’d heard you mention that you missed your cultural foods and that you were determined to make them on your own now. the pot on the stove is bubbling at a simmer and the apartment is shrouded in a hearty, comforting aroma of spices. he’s leaning against the counter as you bring a wooden spoon loaded with a sample of the dish to his lips. his eyebrows lift and he hums in bliss as he savours the taste. “wow. it’s great baby. like.. incredible actually. wow.” he repeats. your shoulders slump in relief and you thank him before turning to plate everything up.
after he’s washed the dishes, he brings a plate of strawberries over to the couch where you pull back the blanket for him to settle next to you. you’re browsing through your recent shows and biting into the fruit when he cups your jaw and turns you to face him. he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, shining from the juice of the strawberry. “thank you. for sharing such a big part of yourself with me. i’m proud of you, you know.” you give him a watery smile as tears wet your lashline and you bury yourself in his neck. he runs his fingertips along your spine as you both whisper i love yous to eachother, knowing you’re not alone.
༄ؘ EREN JAEGER
loves helping you with your braids
he’s a sucker for your protective styles; his favourites are your regular knotless braids and the butterfly locs you sport on vacations.
eren is actually very helpful when it comes to your hair, and he claims he enjoys it so you have no qualms letting him help you. you binge a film series (this time it’s star wars) as you both work to take out your most recent box braids. you’re about to start empire strikes back when you turn to him and ask, “need a break?” he puts down his comb and huffs at you “again? we’re almost done!” “erennn,” you whine, “we’re not almost do- how have you finished more than me? ugh my fingers are cramping like crazy.”
you’ve given him free reign with the accessories this time and are not disappointed. he hands you the handheld mirror and you turn your head this way and that, admiring his handiwork; your braids are decorated with silver coils framing your face, gold cuffs at different lengths, the occasional ring placed sporadically and a little ‘E’ charm sitting by your right temple. he’s mixed both silver and gold but somehow it just works. he’s smiling smugly as you continue looking at yourself. “well well well mr jaeger, we just might make a stylist of you yet.” he leans in to ghost his lips over yours and whispers, “you couldn’t afford me, baby.” he’s snickering and dodging your attempt at grabbing his own dark locks, dramatically clutching his imaginary pearls. “i believe a thank you is in order!”
a/n: self indulgence! at every turn! anyways..
#aot headcanons#aot x black! reader#aot x reader#aot fluff#snk#snk imagines#levi x black reader#levi x reader#levi fluff#zeke x reader#hange x reader#jean x black reader#jean x reader#eren x black!reader#eren x black reader#eren x reader#attack on titan imagines#attack on titan fluff#attack on titan#aot#x black reader#black reader
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