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mvrtaiswriting · 6 months

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Run your mouth x Armin Artlert. ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

this is a revisited (and better) version of my old work. enjoy!

gender neutral reader. pronoun "they" used.

warnings: angst (it ends well), suggestive, intoxication (weed). alternative au

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“Why didn’t you not say anything?!”

“You need to stop letting people speak to you like that, Armin. God, even one of Connie’s ‘yo mama’ type of joke would have been a more decent comeback!”

Those words rolled down your tongue before you could realise it, planting one dagger after the other right where Armin was hurting the most. Yet, Armin's gaze escaped yours one more time that day, looking at everything else but you. Letting himself crash against the sofa of his living room, he finally sighed.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.”

Armin finally spit out, biting his bottom lip. Another sigh escaped his lips as you watched him run his fingers through his hair, a few blonde strands falling over his forehead. All he wanted to do was leaving everything that happened behind and avoid another conflict. Specially with you.

“Fine.”

Was all you managed to say, rushing towards the door and putting your jacket on. The warmth on your cheeks was getting harder to ignore and you just couldn't allow yourself to lash out at Armin again. Maybe Armin didn't care - maybe he was able to leave it all behind. But you weren't, and if those words didn't hurt him, they definitely hurt you. There was nothing in this word that could justify his complete lack of reaction, the complete silence you were met with every time you tried to talk things through.

After all, this was a tale as old as time. Since you had known him, you had seen him react. Not when Bertholdt took his book out of his hands and set fire to him when you were in middle school, not when Annie almost punched him but you intervened instead - ending up in a fight and then in an hospital room with 5 stitches on your chin as a consequence. The two of you had met in primary school, when you were still taller than him and his hair was longer than yours - and you always took care of one another. The memory of Armin's little finger putting a plaster on your scarred knee on the playground was still vivid in your mind - you've never parted way since.

It was so hard now to grasp onto this dear memories. All you could see was a grown man not standing up for himself, a true believer of always being the biggest person instead of flipping someone off - even if that meant overlooking the worst episodes of one's life. Adrenaline was still pumping in your veins from earlier on that morning, that pervasive sense of frustration still all over you as if you had to fight back, as if you were the one who was insulted. You were fuming - you were mad at him for being so passive about life, you were mad at the world for being so disgustingly cruel.

Armin’s blue eyes remained locked on you the whole time, meticulously following your movements as you roamed through the room to pick up your things. You were gone before he could say something, before he could swallow the lump in his throat and actually come up with something that would make you stay. Yet, before he could come up with something, you stormed out of his apartment, neither of you speaking one more word. It was only when he realised you were distant enough that Armin finally let himself go, a frustrated scream finally making its way out, emptying his lungs and lifting an heavy weight from his shoulders.

There were so many things Armin should have said - maybe he should have thanked you for standing up for him, for always stepping up even if it didn't matter, even if he didn't deserve it. He knew you could see right through him; he knew that you could how much all the hatred collected through the years had cracked his seemingly unbreakable shield - you knew there was hurt underneath his shell of indifference.

Maybe he should have told you that he hated himself for all those times he had put you in danger, by allowing you to step up - or maybe he should have just told you that he was working on his avoidant tendencies. Maybe, just maybe, he should have confronted you and tell you that yes, he hated being involved in stupid arguments but he would turn the world upside down for you.

When Jean asked him to come over, Armin didn’t think about it twice: he really needed an excuse to shut down his brain.

The familiar, stinging smell of weed, typical of Jean's and Connie's apartment tingled Armin's nose even before knocking on his friend's door. Jean was quick to open the door, leading Armin to the living room where the rest of the group had already started their session.

Sitting on the floor, Armin took place next to Eren. Despite Jean's invite to a 'boys-only' night, Armin couldn't help but quickly scan the room, hoping to find you there. There was radio-silence between the two of you - and he hated it. Quickly reaching his pockets, Armin grabbed his phone and scrolled quickly through his notifications - not a call, not a text. Not from you at least.

“Someone told me you had a rough day.”

Eren's raspy voice called Armin back to reality. Armin only nodded in response, before his friend passed him the already light up joint he was holding in his hands.

“Are they okay?”

Armin asked, taking a long drag from the joint between his long fingers and leaning his body against the sofa, shoulders and head resting on the seating’s pillow. As he breathed the smoke in, Armin realised you must have talked to Mikasa about what happened.

Eren nodded silently, knowing well enough how worried Armin was for you.

“They’re with Sasha and Mikasa, they’ll join us later.”

Eren added, only receiving a weak nod from Armin in response.

Riding off the slowly building up high, Armin let his mind wonder. How could he be stupid enough to let you walk away? Was he testing his luck even further? How hard could it be to realise the luck that he must have had during all those years - in which you never left his side. Always showering him with love, and care, and so much affection - and all he managed to was being a damsel in distress. Never man enough to stand up for himself, or for you. How could he even dare to dream of you, how could he even bring himself to think you could love him the way he loved you - and deserve it. If love was to be earned, Armin wasn't sure if he'd ever deserve yours.

Armin finished his joint without even realising it, smashing its remains against the ashtray as he slowly started to feel his body become lighter and his mind quieter, highness rushing over his body as he finally felt calm for the first time that day. The rest of his friends were a mess, Connie laughing his lungs out while having meaningless conversation with Jean. He enjoyed the peaceful chaos of the moment, finding himself laughing at one of Connie’s ‘deez nuts’ jokes without even realising it.

When you finally arrived at Jean's apartment, followed by Sasha and Mikasa, Armin had already smoked one more joint with Connie - yet, this didn't hinder his senses. Simply hearing you greet the rest of the group made him sit up straight, his eyes quickly scanning the room hoping to catch a glimpse of you. When you finally entered his visual field, he couldn't help but stare for a moment. Locking his blue eyes on you, he looked at you in religious silent as he observed every movement your body made. Not a word left his lips - he couldn't bring himself to say a word. A wave of unexpected emotions had rushed over him and all he could do was admire you, finally being able to maintain eye contact with you for the first time that day.

Letting out a big sigh, you were quick to notice the state Armin was in. His eyes were half-lidded, the blue of his iris emphasised by the redness of the rest of his eyes. You slowly kneed next to him, scanning his face looking for any trace of lucidity.

"You're beautiful."

Armin finally spoke. Your faces were only a few centimetres apart while you made sure he was okay, so close to him he could feel your warm breath tickling the skin of his face.

"Shut up."

Was all that you said as a soft smile adorned your lips, finally sitting next to him. Even when sitting down, he still managed to be a little taller than you. You let your head rest on his shoulder, and he instinctively adjusted himself to ensure you were comfortable enough.

"I mean it. and.."

Armin paused, taking a deep breath. He wasn't lucid, but he wasn't absent-minded either. He just was high enough to have the courage to speak up about his feelings.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't."

You replied, letting out a sigh. Snuggling closer to Armin, you guided Armin's arm around you, engulfing yourself into his embrace. Armin was quick to tighten the grip on you, letting his long fingers reach your hips and holding you tighter.

"I wish I was a better man."

Armin spoke again. His words felt sharper than ever this time, piercing right through you. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel as if he wasn't enough - all your life you tried to make him understand his worth.

"You're the best man I know."

You replied, making Armin giggle. Your replies were always quicker than his, always sharper - and he loved that. Armin watched as you reached for his hand, playing with his fingers. Snuggling closer to him, you let your head rest on the crook of his neck - your breathing gently itching his soft spot, constantly sending shivers down his spine. Armin remained silent for a while - he was feeling your body in ways he had only dreamt of, his senses being completely overwhelmed. Yet, it was your words that echoed in his head - was he hallucinating? Are these words that every friend would say to another?

Shifting from your position to sit down properly and take a hit from the joint Connie passed you, Armin was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, trapping you in his embrace once again. Your back was now resting against his chest, your bodies perfectly fitting together like a puzzle-piece. That was the quickest reflex Armin has ever had in his life. Where were you going? He didn't want you to leave his arms. Not tonight. Not ever.

Laughing at his reaction, you allowed him to hold you closer, melting under his touch. His hands wondered down your hips again and every stupid fibre of your body ached for more, your skin almost burning every time Armin's fingers grazed you, even by accident. If only Armin had known about this - about all the times your mind went dumb at the sole idea of him touching you. If only Armin knew how much you loved him, and cared for him. If only Armin knew the only reason you were so mad at him was his blindness to the way you ached for him, realising just how wonderful he was.

Taking the joint from Connie, you were quick to take a hit. Armin's eyes were once again fixed on you, as he watched the way your lips wrapped around the joint's filter - dying to have a taste of them. Armin shook his head, trying to think straight - but he just couldn't. The higher he got, the more the thought of you crowded his mind. Your lips had him so obviously hypnotised, making his mind wonder off again; flashback of you kissing when you were 12 because you wanted to be each other's first kiss was everything he could think of. The way it felt, the softness of your lips, the sweet innocence of a typical, awkward first kiss. Too many times he had asked himself how would it feel to kiss you now that the innocence was gone, now that he touched himself under the shower just thinking of you.

Worried about Armin's sudden silence, you shook his shoulder only lightly, in hope to get him back to reality.

"Are you okay? Wanna hit?" Armin looked at you for a second, processing your question and analysing the scene he was watching. You were standing only a few centimetres away from his face once again, your lips were burning red because of the heated filter you smoked from. His heart was beating quickly and suddenly that was all he could hear. Flashback of you kissing running through his mind once again, the dirtiest scenarios he imagined you in flooding his mind and running just before his eyes.

"Fuck that."

Armin said, before grabbing your waist and pulling you into a desperate, passionate kiss. His grip felt unusually strong and firm on your skin, his touch loosing its usual kindness as he locked his lips on yours as he slid his tongue into your mouth, desperate to have a taste of you. Although surprised at first, you were quick to reciprocate the kiss, letting your hand reach his jaw and almost pulling him on top of you.

Jean and Eren cheered for Armin, echoing some stupid choirs as the two of you ended up making out on the floor. Breaking the kiss due to a shortness of breath, you rested your forehead against Armin's. Staring at you, he left a soft kiss on the tip of your nose praying you won't notice the redness of his cheeks.

"Damn it Artlert.."

"So you do know how to run your mouth, uh?" you teased, leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

"I have a few more tricks I can show you."

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lolitaa-17 · 11 months

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Best part | !soccer player eren

pairings: Eren x fem reader

Synopsis: Eren always had eyes on you, and same goes for you…

Warning: literally just kissing pero solo poquito :b

“Eren focus!” one of his teammates yells while he was too busy staring off at someone in the distance.

“Yeah sorry” He looks one more time to see if she was still there before getting body slammed by someone from the opposing team.

The whistle blew as the coach made a call for timeout. They all jogged up to the coach and huddled in a little circle.

“Yeager, what the fuck is over there that’s so important? You had had the ball! You can’t be distracted when you have the fucking ball!” The coach yelled rubbing his temples.

“Sorry it won’t happen again coach” he breathed heavily due to the running during the game.

“Yeah it won’t because you’re sitting out till you get your head back in the game”

“What? No I-“ the referee blew the whistle again signaling that the timeout clock was ending soon.

“Sit down” his coach demanded.

“Armin you’re in” he added.

“I know soccer is important to you, but when your head is up your ass Yeager…it’s not good for you or the team” his coach patted his back.

3-2

“Practice tomorrow at 5:00pm” that’s all the coach announced before leaving. He wasn’t impressed by the performance of his team today. Eren was one of his star players but the way he was so out of it had weighed the team down a lot.

Eren looked over at the bleachers seeing many people getting ready to leave the game. He spotted you as some boy from the other school had been all up on you. He packed his bag and made his way over to the bleachers.

“Hey eren what was up today?” Connie rubbed his hair messing it up more than it already was.

“Who’s that?” He pointed with his head toward the dude had been chatting it up with you.

“Don’t know, he just walked up over here after the game and started talking to her. Why you jelly?” Connie frowned making fun of Eren’s reaction.

“Text me” the boy yelled out as he was running back to his team.

You turned around giving Connie and Eren a creeped out look. Causing both of them to laugh.

“He was weird” you laughed along with them.

“I’m back did the game Finis-“ Sasha stopped seeing Eren as cotton candy was stuffed in her mouth.

Shortly Armin arrived, he seemed to be out of it since he had to pick up the team after the coach had sat Eren down.

“Hey good job you two, both of you guys at least made a point!” You smiled giving them both a high-five.

Eren had a fat crush on you since he first laid his eyes on you. He would obviously never do anything about since he was too scared to ruin the friendship between you two. You two had first seen each other in the lunch room as you were sitting there by yourself reading a book like the nerd you were. So Eren asked Sasha if she could invite you over to the table so he could have a chance to talk to you, which obviously worked out perfectly.

Sometimes you two would just hang out at Eren’s house while he worked out in his gym and you sat their doing school work accompanying him, sometimes you would try to work out with him for laughs and giggles.

“Let’s go to the diner! I’m starving.” Sasha suggested.

“I’m gonna pass…Annie is waiting for me to help her study for some test she has coming up” Armin looks up from his phone.

“Alright, good job today.” Eren daps up Armin as he was leaving.

Now it was just You, Sasha, Connie and Eren.

“I’m taking Sasha with me!” Connie grab’s Sasha’s wrist before they head over to Connie’s car.

“So what was up today?” You asked Eren while you two made your way to his car.

He had to think of a quick excuse. He couldn’t just say ‘I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.’

“These test have been kicking my butt, just out of it. You know?” He says while you arrived to his car as he opened the car door for you.

Seconds later he enters the car putting his bag in the back seat.

“You know I can always help you study” you offered.

He was lying though, he was actually getting really good grades on his test. But the thought of you coming over his house in his room to help him study got him excited. Anything minimal that had to do with you stirred him up.

After a couple conversations here and there you both finally arrived to the diner.

“They did not waste no time to get here.” You pointed at Sasha and Connie who had already been sitting down at booth.

Eren chuckled. He caught on what Connie and Saha were doing. Usually Sasha would always ride with you guys but this time Connie tried to get you and Eren to be alone just for the sake of Eren. And no he was sitting next to Sasha in the booth leaving you and Eren to share a seat next to each other.

You slid in the booth as Eren followed right behind. You four were just chatting when suddenly the waiter came over.

“Can I get anything for you guys?”

“Strawberry shake!” Sasha licked her lips just thinking about the shake.

“I’ll get the same” you followed shortly after.

“I’ll get a coke” Connie replied.

“I’ll also get a strawberry shake” Eren said lastly

“Oh you play soccer? For the school?” The waiter asked sneaking her hand on Eren’s shoulder.

“Uh yeah” he answered a bit confused on why she had been putting her hands on him.

“That’s cute, what your name?” The waiter asked another question. You and Sasha looked at each other. Connie noticed, the way your face changed when the waiter was all up on Eren.

“Yo can you just go get our drinks? I’m parched” he interrupted her.

Eren sighed out of relief as the waiter scoffed and walked away.

“That was weird” Sasha broke the silence laughing it off.

It would be a fat lie if you said you didn’t like Eren. You were head over heels for him. But you were also scared to even say anything fearing that it may ruin the friendship between you two.

“What are you gonna get?” Eren interrupted your thoughts by getting bit closer to you as you two were sharing a menu. You could feel his arm snake around behind you on the top of the booth seat.

“I’m not really that hungry, but I could go for some fries” You smiled at him.

Connie and Sasha had been staring at the cute duo in front of them. They high five each other as a ‘mission successful’.

Soon a different waiter arrived with your drinks.

“So we could only make the two shakes I apologize our blender stopped working after the second one. Is there anything else I could get for you?” The waiter asked Eren as you and Sasha took the shake.

Sasha kicked you under the table making you wince in pain a little. ‘Share’ she mouthed.

“Do you just wanna share?” You asked eren.

“You sure?”

You nod sliding the shake toward the middle of the two of you.

“I’m good.” He answered the waiter.

After a good hour and a half you all decided to head over Eren’s place to go watch a movie and chill.

“I still don’t understand how you can live here all alone.” You say looking at basically a mansion.

Eren watched you as you admired his house. He just imagined the day you lived here with him. The fantasies in his just kept flowing in his head watching every little movement of yours.

“Where is Sasha and Connie they should be here by now.” You ask looking at the time on your phone.

Eren looked at his phone seeing text Connie sent 5 mins ago ‘have fun but not too much ;)’ he smiled at the message.

“Connie and Sasha cancelled last minute, he just texted me.” he turned off his phone putting it on the counter.

“Oh, do you still want to hang out or nah?” You asked a bit nervous to hear his answer.

“Of course I do” he laughed.

“I’m gonna go hop in the shower really quick though. You can wait in my room if you want.”

You nod following him to his room.

The water was running in his bathroom as music was playing on his alexa. You could hear him humming along with music. ‘Sure thing’ by Miguel was playing.

You look down at your phone as you saw a message from Sasha.

‘Do it tonight or we’re never getting kbbq ever again.’

You chuckled knowing damn well she could not last a month without kbbq. You thought to yourself ‘maybe tonight is the night I’ll do it’.

Couple minutes passed Eren walked out the bathroom with just grey sweatpants on.

“Want to watch the movie in here or downstairs?” He asked during his hair but you had been too busy staring at his abs.

“Up here is fine” You fix your gaze back to his face.

You two got comfortable on his bed while the only light in the room was the huge tv in his room. There was an awkward gap between the two.

He put on the minions. You laughed at the choice of movie but didn’t complain.

A couple minutes in the movie you decided to ask the big question. This could go either really good or really bad, you thought to yourself.

“Eren-“

Y/n-“

You both looked at each other.

“Sorry you go first” He apologizes.

“No it’s okay you go” you wanted to hear what he was gonna say.

He sighed.

“I’ve been needing to really get this off my chest because it’s been bugging me since the first day I’ve laid my eyes on you.” He chuckled. “That day Sasha invited you to sit with us during lunch, was because I basically begged her to ask you because I was entirely way too nervous to go up myself and ask you. And ever since that day you never left my mind, you’re just like constantly on my mind nonstop and it making me crazy. Seeing all these other boys going up to you and hitting on you just makes me even crazier.”

You were a bit shocked at the sudden confession.

“And I don’t want to lose my chance to be with you because I’m over here being a little pussy.”

He finally looks over at you to see you smiling. He sighed in relieve seeing the expression on your face.

You jump on top of him embracing him tightly.

“You literally stole all the words out of my mouth.”

He felt the butterflies in his stomach as you say those words. He never thought you would’ve felt the same way.

“Okay…” he sighed breaking the big question “would you like to be my girlfriend?”

You smiled at him as you were on his lap and arms wrapped around him.

“Obviously”

Finally after so long you kissed him. Those lips that you were dying to feel, you finally felt them. And they were even better than you imagined.

Soon you and Eren were cuddling in his bed, while you wore one of his tshirts and a pair of his old soccer shorts that fit way too short and tight on him.

“Can you stay the night?” He asked half asleep, and that deep voice the way it tingled your ear while your attention was still on the movie.

“Mhm” you hummed back.

He squeezed you tighter making sure you wouldn’t leave his side.

The morning shortly arrived. Eren woke up due to the sun shining brightly in his room. He took a glance over at you. He smiled at the sight of how peacefully you were sleeping. The fantasy that he always had in mind had finally come true. You sleeping in his bed, with his clothes on. He closed his eyes before hugging you from behind causing you to move a little.

#aot x reader #eren x y/n #eren yeager #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger fluff #fluff #aot #attack on titan

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sunlightandsuffering · 7 months

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Bro this is just me being mean now. 😂😂

“Best you’ve ever had?” Eren states lewdly to the group and Jean’s face scrunches up in disgust, leave it to Eren to be so inappropriate. At Jean’s look Eren shrugs, holding his hands up, “I haven’t seen you fuckers in a year, let me at least have some guy talk Kirstchein.” Jean sighs, shaking his head and allowing the rest of the members of their group to go first, Armin meekly stating that obviously it was Annie, Connie naming some girl he met up with last week that was apparently more flexible than he could believe. “What about you Yeager?” Jean asks before they can get to his turn, wanting to avoid the topic if possible. Eren shrugs, “Miki.” Everyone collectively groans and Eren huffs, “She’s fucking real I promise.” “Yeah, yeah whatever Yeager you used to talk about her all the time and yet we’ve never met her.” Eren scoffs, “What about you then Kirschtein, give me a good story to top my imaginary one.”

Jean shrugs, “I don’t have one yet, and unlike you brutes I’d honestly prefer not to share anyway.” “What about that girl you’re seeing?” Connie pipes up over his beer and Eren head swivels towards him, those green eyes penetrating and Jean knows he’ll be forced to answer. He does so primly, keeping his answers evasive, “Her name is Mikasa and I’ll have you know she’s a virgin, we haven’t done anything yet.”

“How do you know?” Connie volleys back and Jean glares at his friend, how dare he question Mikasa’s virtue. “I just do okay, she’s not that type of girl.”

“What’s her last name?” Eren asks, some dark hint of satisfaction in his voice, eyes gleaming with mirth and Jean frowns, why does Yeager even need to know? “Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman.” Eren chuckles darkly, “She’s not a virgin Jean, promise.” There are shocked gasps but Jean glares murderously at his old friend, he should have known Eren hasn’t changed, still the same old asshole he’d been before he’d left on that exchange trip last semester.

“Don’t tell me Eren you’ve–” Jean cuts Armin off before he can get the words out, “No way, Mikasa would never, she’s a good girl, she wouldn’t be caught dead with the likes of you Yeager.” The smile on Eren’s face is all teeth, wolfish, “Yeah, she is a good girl, I promise you that.” Jean stands, to do what? He’s not sure, maybe to hit him, embroiled with so many emotions as he insults the girl Jean’s been seeing for two months.

What a douchebag.

“Why don’t you call her up? We can ask.” “I will!” He finds her contact, nervously hitting the call button, hoping to god this doesn’t ruin his chances with her, doesn’t set back everything he’s worked for. But he just can’t help it, wants to wipe that smug grin right off of Eren’s face, wants to come out on top for once.

The phone dials for a few moments before it’s ringing and then the next thing he knows Mikasa’s voice is sleepy in his ear, “Hello?” He’s about to respond when the phone is snatched from his grip, Eren eagerly bringing it up to his lips as he hits the speaker button. “Mikasa,” He sings, his voice teasing and the entire group listens with rapt attention to hear Mikasa’s reaction. There is a gasp on the other line and then a very breathless whisper, “Eren?” Eren’s smile widens impossibly, self-satisfaction dripping from him as he shoots Jean a wink, “Yeah baby it’s me.” “Oh- I umm- when did you get back?” It’s clear she’s nervous and this is so not the Mikasa he’s used to, the confident uncaring girl that had barely let him take her on a date. She’s nervous, shy, cute in how she answers him.

“A few days ago,” Eren breathes and Jean is struck by the fact that Eren is also different, not his usual cocky playboy self. Although the confidence is still there, he speaks to Mikasa genuinely, with more affection than Jean is used to. “I missed you,” he tells her candidly and Connie almost spills his beer at the turn of the conversation. Eren smacks him for it as they await Mikasa’s answer. “I- Me too, I umm really missed you.” It’s silent for a moment as Eren mulls over what to say next but Mikasa interrupts, “Why are you calling me from Jean’s phone?” Eren’s smile turns wicked again, the line of jaw hardening, “He said he was seeing a Mikasa, thought i’d see if it was my Mikasa.” “Well I’m not currently your Mikasa am I?” She returns saucily and Eren chuckles, “We can change that if you let me come over.” “And why should I?” “Because I really fucking missed you and I haven’t had sex in nine months.” “Since the airport?” Mikasa questions curiously and Eren nods into the phone, almost like a puppy how obedient he is, “Back of my car you wore that sweater dress I love.”

There is a sigh on the other end of the line, and then a huff, “I’ll be at your apartment in an hour.” Eren fist pumps excitedly, “I’ll see you then Miki, now here talk to Jean.” He hands him back the phone with more smugness than should be allowed, and Jean takes it numbly, “Hello.” “I umm didn’t know you and Eren were friends,” Mikasa tells him awkwardly and Jean slumps in his chair, “I didn’t know you were Miki.” “Umm yeah,” she responds stiffly, “I’m umm I’m really sorry, he uh left and I didn’t expect to see him again.” Jean is just nodding and finally Mikasa sighs, taking pity on him, “I guess I’ll see you around then?” “Sure,” he tells her robotically, his brain spaced out now, flying far, far away at the entire turn of events because so much for his dating dreams.

But the cherry on top is when Mikasa is mumbling a goodbye, jilted words that sound awkward coming from her lips, so different from the goodbyes he’s used to, the ones where he doesn’t want to hang up first lest she say something more. Because Eren holds his own phone out, the home screen he’s always been so damn protective of, slid to the farthest page, so there’s only two apps blocking the rectangular photo, nothing to distract from what’s on screen. Jean almost chokes as the line goes dead in his ear, the dial tone buzzing irritatingly, because on the screen is Mikasa, dishevelled and fucked out, lips glossy with a mixture of saliva and a glistening white substance that can only be cum, looking up at the camera with adoration he’s never seen.

And the worst part, the worst part is the way Eren’s dick is pressed against her cheek, the thick length measured against her temple, spanning her whole face, a pretty contrast to the pink of her cheeks. She looks like something he’d pay for on OnlyFans, pay top dollar for the way Eren’s hand collars her throat, his thumb roughly pressed against her chin, smearing the white of his seed over her lips. It’s just as captivating as it is horrifying and Jean can’t look away, is only jarred out of the image by Eren pulling his phone away smugly. “That’s Miki,” he tells him casually, “And I know she’s not a virgin because I’m the one who took her virginity, shithead. I haven’t talked to her since I’ve been back though, she changed her phone number I think. I’d be more than happy to take it from you, though.” He hands over his own phone numbly and Eren is quick to share her contact with himself, all happy, whistling to himself, “Thanks for keeping her occupied while I was gone though. It’s good to hear she hasn’t been with anyone else, I’m gonna have fun stretching her out on my cock tonight.” And then he’s gone and Jean is left with the rest of their friends, gaping at his back because Eren has been talking about Miki forever, has been hoarding her to himself for years, refusing to introduce her to any of his friends, so possessive of her it’s ridiculous.

And it’s just his fucking luck that she ends up being the only girl he’s been interested in for months.

#lys’s drabbles

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cosmicjoke · 6 months

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can you please talk about some soft levi moments

Well, there's so many, really, haha. I could go on for pages about all the moments which really show what a good person Levi is.

I really mean it when I say Levi is a sweetheart. His kindness and compassion manifests in his actions. He isn't given to big displays of emotion, so if one wants to really understand Levi, it's important to pay attention to what he does, how he reacts, how he acts, etc...

One thing that comes to mind is Levi's response to the population of Trost, when those men were gathered around him and criticizing him and the SC so harshly. A lot of those people's attacks were personal and petty, and also flatly false. But Levi didn't take any kind of offense. He didn't try to defend himself, or grow angry at their words He just took it. And when the ring leader of that mob, the one who was most in Levi's face and talking down to him so insultingly, was in danger of being killed by a rampaging carriage, Levi reacted immediately by kicking him out of the way, and pulling another man to safety with him.

I bring this particular moment up as a way to demonstrate that Levi's heroism is a natural part of his being.

His reaction here was knee-jerk. He didn't save those men with any thought, or with any premeditation. He didn't contemplate it, or think about how it would make him the better man than them, or make him look or feel good. His response was just to save them. That's who Levi is. A natural hero.

It's why I take issue with it when people say that Levi is somehow a "slave" to being a hero, because that suggests that he wants to be a hero for self-gain. That it's a personal dream of his to be a hero, some sort of thing he wants to accomplish for himself. It's not, though. It's just what Levi does. He acts heroically by nature in situations which require heroism.

We see examples of this throughout the story. When Levi saves Ramzi, when he save Mikasa from the Female Titan after Mikasa screws up, when he tries to stop Mikasa from cutting down Floch, when he rescues Jean and Connie in the final battle, or again during the battle against Kenny's squad. We see it in "No Regrets" when he rescues that one scout from being impaled on a sword, even though the same man had just put Levi in danger but cutting him off mid-flight. Again, it's just what Levi does. It's not something he aspires to be. It's just what he is.

And we see that manifest too in Levi's subtle acts of kindness. The way he makes sure to express his gratitude toward others for their hard work and sacrifices. Like Connie for confirming that the titan in Ragako village was his mother. Or Eren for managing to save them all from the collapsing cavern on the Reiss estate, also making sure that Eren understood that because of his efforts, they could now retake Shinganshina, etc... We see it in his efforts to comfort others, even if he's not so good with words. Giving Eren a handkerchief for his bloody nose, or trying to make Eren feel better about his own squad reacting badly when he manifested a titan arm, or helping Armin to accept that even though he'd killed a person and couldn't go back to who he'd been, still, him taking that action had saved Jean's, and possibly all of their lives.

Levi's thoughtfulness towards others is truly exceptional, and a true testament to his character, and to his empathy. He's constantly thinking of others, of things from their perspectives, of their dreams and desires and hopes.

A real indicator of what a good person Levi is, is that he helps people who have wronged him. It's easy to be kind when others are kind to you. It's not so easy when others have dumped on you in some way, or been cruel or selfish or judgemental. Levi is the opposite of petty. He just doesn't hold things against people, especially any sort of personal attacks, unless it's something truly egregious, like what Zeke did to those 30 soldiers in the forest, or the villagers of Ragako (and even still, with the latter, Levi made an attempt to understand WHY Zeke did it).

Anyway, yeah, I could go on and on. But then we'd be here all day, haha.

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cinnamoncandyyysblog · 1 year

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I wasted my wishes on you (first part)

⚠️ Warning: incest, stepcest, fem!reader, possessive!brother, dark content, toxic behavior, fluff

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You and Eren had always been very close, you were only two years apart so beside being brother and sister you have always been great friends. Since early age you played together, teased each other, made your parents angry... you strengthened each other trying to always be together, looking for a place where you could exist hidden from the whole world. Eren had always taken care of you, he felt compelled to do so because you grew up in a house where you couldn't live your childhood, there was never space and love for you. You always saw your brother as the only person you could trust, the only one who cared about you.

But now you were 18 and Eren was 20, you are no longer children and you are no longer united as you once were. Growing up you realized that your brother wasn't immune as he wanted you to believe, all the things that had happened to him because of your family made him cold, always angry and apathetic towards everyone and the world; he tried to stay at home as little as possible, taking refuge with his friends or at the university. You, on the other hand, were trapped within the walls of your home, you didn't go out a lot and didn't have many friends, but the thing that made you feel worse was having lost the relationship that you and your brother once had.You and Eren spoke little, sometimes you didn't see each other for days or you only greeted each other when you met in the corridors of the house.

It’s Saturday night and you are playing computer games while talking with your friends.

Today was Mikasa's birthday, a childhood friend of your brother who by force majeure had also become someone you know well; she was nice but you weren't very close even though she often was around your house together with Armin, another dear friend of your brother. Between you there has always been a bit of tension and jealousy, given that Mikasa had always been in love with Eren and you knew it, but although your brother has never shown to feel anything more than friendship for her you were still jealous of the relationship they had, since Eren spent much more time with her than with you. You don't think Mikasa wanted to invite you but probably Armin had insisted and even if the idea of seeing her don’t excite you that much, it is an opportunity to be with your brother.

While you are playing someone knocks on the door,

<< it’s open>> it’s Eren, who enters your room with his usual apathetic expression.

<< tonight we are going out at 9 pm, okay? >> he asks as he watches you with indifference.

<<mhhh ok>> you say as you continue playing without taking your eyes off the video game.

<< try not to wear anything inappropriate, I don't want Jean or Connie to spend the evening staring at you drooling >> he says as he keeps staring at you waiting for your eyes to meet.

<<what do you mean by inappropriate?>>, you ask to tease him a bit while you pause the game.

<<you know what I mean>> he says as a smile forms on his face and his eyes begin to scan your body causing you to blush.

You feel nervous around him, your heart starts racing and your belly churns, but you still can't wait to be with him.

<<Jean and Connie don't drool over me and anyway I've already decided to wear that dress>>, you say pointing to a black dress hanging in the wardrobe.

Eren approaches it, <<it's a bit short for my taste but I don't think I'll convince you to wear anything else…>> he says while chuckling.

You look at him with a defiant look that he returns immediately.

<< you'll be gorgeous tonight, everyone will stare at you >> he smirks while he looks at you waiting for your reaction to his provocations.

<<I don't care to be stared by all, not by everyone... you know>>, you underline the last sentence while trying not to take your eyes off the green that were pressing on you.

<< so who do you want to stare at you while you wear that too short dress? >> he flirty asks you while coming closer to you.

His hand moves a lock of hair behind your ear and then slides on your chin.

<<you know>>, you say blushing as you lower your head to look at your shaking hands.

<< I want you to tell me, say it out loud >>, he lifts your face up so he can see you blush.

He loves seeing you in trouble because of him, seeing you beg for his attention and his caresses.

You look him in the eyes and try to work up your courage and answer, but you weren't good at playing this way with him, and he knew it too well.

<< you… you Eren >> you stammer as you escape from his grip and lower your gaze again.

Your brother giggles << you're so shy, it’s so adorable >> he says as he moves away from you to leave the room.

<<Eren why don't we spend more time together? You're always busy… >> the words come quickly from your mouth, you've wanted to ask him for a long time but you were ashamed, you didn't want to seem so in need of his attentions.

<< do you miss me so much? >> he asks in a joking tone while a smile appears on his face, satisfied to have received that question that he was waiting for so much.

You don't answer but you look at him sad.

<<hey I'm sorry, I have so many things to do for college... I'll try to be with you more>>, he tries to reassure you while the mocking smile that was printed on his face intent on provoking you turns into a sincere and kind smile.

<<but do you want to spend some time with me?>> you ask becoming redder than you already were while trying to make yourself smaller and smaller by bringing your knees to your chest.

Eren approaches you sitting on the bed while he hugs you to him << of course I want to be with you, I'm sorry I can't show it to you >> he says while planting a kiss on your forehead.

Your hands reach behind his neck as your face is buried in his chest. Often when you were little Eren made you stay in his arms, you felt safe and loved smelling him while he held you close.

You detach yourself from him and look at his green eyes, fixed on yours… he's so beautiful and perfect for you.

Your gaze ends up on his lips that you want so much to kiss even though you know you shouldn't.

You loved your brother, he was your blood, you grew up together, you share the same house, the same parents, the same story, but what you felt for him wasn't just brotherly love, you wanted more, you wanted to be able to be a confidante, a best friend, a lover…

Even Eren's gaze leaves your eyes to lower at your lips; you are a few centimeters away from each other but neither of you wants to reset the distance between you, or rather you don't have the courage to do so. Although it wasn't the first time that your lips joined in a kiss every time you are so close to him your heart seems to explode. He kisses you on the cheek and then slowly touches your lips to leave a light kiss on them. Your hands dip into his hair as excitement begins to build in you.

<<I missed you>>, these three words come faintly from your brother's mouth, who in the meantime left you a kiss on the forehead and then held you in a hug.

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I just wanted to add that English is not my native language so if I have made any mistakes please let me know. Thank you <3

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veenxys · 3 years

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「Things aot characters do when they have a crush」

⤷ Levi

he starts to take care of you and protect you in little ways; he offers to walk you home and only leaves when he's sure you're safe. he puts his hand on your back when you walk or protects you with his body in crowded places. he always has your favorite tea and makes it often for you, even without you asking. when you're feeling cold, if only a little, he instantly drapes his jacket over your shoulders in a protective way. he puts his hand over your face to protect your eyes from the sun on a very sunny day. in a room full of people, he always wonders where you are. he always has an eye on you to make sure you are well and comfortable and to admire your beauty that he is so enchanted.

⤷ Eren

he tries to be your best friend; he's slow to notice his feelings, but he doesn't bother hiding them after he does. he doesn't want to scare you, of course, so he tries to get even closer to you so that you can create an even deeper and more special bond. and in the meantime, he makes sure everyone knows you two are close. actually plays it cool, but secretly thinks of you 24/7. sometimes his eyes unconsciously drop to your lips as he speaks to you. always asks you out with his friends and ends up ignoring or forgetting everyone else and just talks to you like you're the only person in the world. so many little touches, like light brushing with your fingertips, a light rubbing of the shoulders or knees touching under the table. is tenderly protective of you and very supportive.

⤷ Mikasa

she leaves little hints that she only has eyes for you; when others are talking superficially about people they think are hot, she never joins the conversation, and if you're there, she looks at you very often before looking away at the floor. if someone asks her to describe her ideal type, her mind immediately goes to you as she describes your qualities. she also likes to hear you talk, she loves to ask about your day and it's not just 'how was your day', she says 'tell me about your day' because she really wants to know and because she loves being so close to you.

⤷ Jean

he becomes softer and more indulgent; he will gladly put up with your teasing and impudence without retaliating too much, he rolls his eyes as if he's bored, but if you pay just a little attention, you'll see the small smile lingering on his face with your witty comments. other people find it equally frustrating and nauseatingly cute how blatantly biased he is towards you; like one day, everyone is trying to convince him to go out to a new bar, and he angrily keeps saying no, but the moment the others mention you'll be there, he immediately says "ok, what time?"

⤷ Armin

your words matter a lot for him; one day, you casually greeted him saying he looks good in green and you were pleasantly surprised to see that he wore different shades of green all week. and you're also the first person he thinks of and wants to go to if he needs or wants something. it's usually small things that he considers important, like asking you to pick a color for a new shirt he's buying or borrowing your pen when he forgets to bring it - even if other people offer him the same pen, he politely refuses because it's yours he wants.

⤷ Connie

he always wants to make you smile or laugh; whenever he tells a joke, you are the first person he looks at, because he wants to see your reaction. the heat and a tinge of redness spreads across his cheeks when you meet his gaze in the middle of your laugh. he also tends to casually whisper little inside jokes in your ear or comment on something he saw when you guys are in public. and smile fondly when you make a funny expression. “I love your laugh. I love it so much”, he lets you know randomly one day.

⤷ Porco

he looks at you like you should be protected at all costs, like you're the most precious thing in the world. and honestly he doesn't care if you catch him staring at you, he won't stop. he likes to notice your little quirks and habits and he finds them so goddamn cute. he wants your opinion on things because he cares about what you think. he wants to be up to date on your life and keeps you up to date on his. soft looks, but deep and intense. becoming goofy and energetic around you because he loves to make you smile.

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shingia · 2 years

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not many people would be willing to be used as a way to prove eren jaeger wrong. but jean kirstein would, as long as he gets something out of it.

CHAPTER 1: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

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four knocks, always the same rhythm.

that left no place to doubt.

mikasa stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still dripping from her shower, and she shot you an amused look as she headed towards the door.

it didn’t matter how many times you had told armin that he was allowed to use his spare key whenever he came to join you for breakfast - which happened almost every morning now that him and eren were living in the apartment right above yours - he was obviously still reluctant to do it.

“hi” mikasa greeted the two boys standing in your doorframe, and stepped aside to let them come in.

if armin looked fresh as ever, his hands busy with two cups of coffee, eren, on the other hand, looked like he had not slept in the past 36 hours. which might have been true.

dark circles, dirty hair that he had tied in a bun, probably thinking it would make it better, and red eyes. it was hard to believe that he would be heading to class in less than thirty minutes.

“let me guess” you put your book down on the coffee table, nodding a ‘thanks’ to armin who was handing you the coffee cup with your name scribbled on it, “rough night?”.

eren sat on one of the high chairs surrounding your kitchen counter, the ones you had bought with sasha last weekend. “best night ever you mean” he answered in a muffled voice, his face buried in his arms.

his voice was raspy, the voice of someone who had drank a tiny bit too much last night. already, mikasa was dropping an aspirin in a glass of water that she handed to him. “thanks” he told her in a relieved tone, before drinking it all in one go and slamming it back on the counter. probably muscle memory from the insane amount of shots he must have drunk yesterday. “i told you, you guys should’ve come”, he wiped his lips with the sleeve of his hoodie, “even armin had the time of his life”.

it was almost comical how fast mikasa and you simultaneously turned around to look at your other friend, eager to see his reaction.

“it was okay”, the blonde nuanced eren’s claims as he sank further into your couch, making his roommate roll his eyes, “not really my thing but it’s not like i had a choice anyways”.

mikasa and you shared a knowing look, remembering for how long eren had begged him to come along yesterday, after you two had made it very clear that you would stay home with sasha. eren didn’t seem to understand that you guys might not really feel thrilled by the prospect of spending your evening exclusively around political science students. not that there was any problem with them in particular, but the fear of not fitting in was a good enough excuse.

“i swear you guys are missing out on so many things”, eren crossed his arms, leaning against the backrest of his chair, “but you’re too stuck-up to mingle with the others”.

it was now armin’s turn to give eren a roll of the eyes, and his were much more deadly. ‘here we go again’ you heard mikasa mutter under her breath.

“so what, we’re supposed to be looking forward to getting fucked up four times a week?”, you asked him with a frown. if only sasha had not spent the night at niccolo’s, she could’ve ended this conversation a bit more lightheartedly. but she had, unfortunately. “and besides, we can mingle very well on our own, thank you very much for your concern, jaeger”.

you loved eren dearly, he had been one of your best friends for several years now, but there was something borderline insufferable about him whenever he was hungover.

“oh yeah?” he scoffed, stretching his arms with a yawn, “i’d love to see you prove me wrong”.

maybe your coffee was extra-caffeinated this morning. or maybe it was just eren being an extra-asshole, but something made you reply to his remark instead of just letting it go like you normally would have.

“alright. i will”, you stood up, showing him exactly how serious you were being. behind you, mikasa and armin weren’t missing a thing from your interaction.

“really?” eren stood up as well, with an intrigued smirk; but immediately had to lean on the counter to keep his head from spinning too much - which made it difficult to hold back a laugh, “…what about this: i’ll bet you anything that you can’t hook up with someone from uni in less than two weeks”.

although your gaze was fixed on eren, you guessed - based on the noise - that mikasa was letting out the biggest sigh ever. an understandable reaction, which probably would have been yours if you hadn’t been at the receiving end of this bet. armin, however, could not stay quiet:

“eren that’s not-” he tried to intervene, “i’m sure she can find other ways to mingle”. but he didn't even have time to finish his sentence that you were already shaking hands together.

eren knew exactly what he was doing, and you liked to think that you did too… but when he left your apartment to head to his first class of the day a few minutes later, he also left you with the impression that maybe you had gotten a little ahead of yourself. something that mikasa and armin’s stares only increased tenfold.

however, you had a secret weapon that he probably hadn’t thought of. or rather, two secret weapons. one was named connie and the other was named sasha.

the only disadvantage of studying for the same degree as connie and sasha was that it was getting harder and harder not to share their habit of skipping classes. today, however, seemed to be your lucky day: both of them had attended all of your communication classes, and connie had even helped you take notes, which only happened once in a blue moon.

but luckily for them, you had a reward for their diligence throughout the day.

all three of you were sat on a patch of grass next to the campus’ science building, waiting for mikasa’s last class to end. and it seemed like the perfect moment to bring them up to date on what had happened this morning.

“so… i made a bet with eren today” you blurted out and closed your textbook - which you weren’t actually reading anyways, putting it on the wooden bench behind you.

your friends were sat face to face, playing a card game that you were pretty sure they had invented, and sasha was still eating the snack niccolo had made for her this morning.

“what kind of bet?” connie inquired but didn’t look up, right before slamming a card on top of sasha’s with a victorious grin. she frowned at the realization that he had beaten her once again, but her food was probably too delicious for her to actually get mad.

“i have to hook up with someone from here in the next two weeks…”

your announcement was apparently shocking enough for a slice of tomato to stay stuck in sasha’s throat. used to that, connie slapped her back a few times - maybe a bit too strong to her liking - but this time, he remained entirely focused on you.

“you what? what kind of bet is that?”

“a stupid one, but that’s not the point. we shook hands, so i can’t back out” you told him, and he seemed to agree with the last part, “anyways… i need you guys to help me”.

sasha’s coughing fit was slowly coming to its end, but it seemed like she still needed a few seconds to come around. connie, however, had never been more alert:

“wait- do you… i mean, are you asking one of us to hook up with you?” he ventured to ask, but his confused face quickly turned into a confident one, “because you know… i’m always willing to help a friend out”.

the slap you gave to the back of his head was more than deserved. and he couldn’t deny it, so he simply put his hands up in capitulation. too early for teasing, he thought to himself.

“oh! i know exactly what you need!” sasha finally spoke up, excitedly pointing at you with her fork, and you noticed that her mouth was already full, once again, “you, my dear, need to go to one of porco galliard’s parties”.

you only knew a few things about ‘the’ porco galliard. he was a few years older, majoring in business and management, and a member of eren’s basketball team. but what mattered the most, was that he also happened to throw the wildest parties of the entire university. many people said that your college experience wasn’t complete until you had experienced a ‘galliard party’.

“niccolo told me he was throwing one this saturday. and if there's one place where people hook up with each other, it's there” she remarked, and rightfully so, “maybe he can get us all in!”

“eren would lose his fucking mind if he could” you laughed, remembering how he was always fuming everytime he realized that porco hadn’t invited him, “thank you sash... although i still can’t believe we’re seriously considering this”.

but connie, who had not said a word since your palm had hit the back of his head, was suddenly struck by a flash of genius, and quickly patted sasha’s shoulder to get her attention, as she was already pulling out her phone to text her boyfriend.

“we’re so dumb. we already know someone who can definitely get us in”

a few seconds of hesitation followed connie’s words, but the look he gave sasha let you know that she would eventually understand who he was talking about. and indeed, you could pinpoint the exact moment when her brain made the connection, when her lips rounded in a perfect ‘o’.

a smile crept on both of their faces: “JEAN” they exclaimed in unison, pointing at each other.

you knew jean about as well as you knew porco. the only difference being that he was a close friend of connie and sasha, and that you had seen him a couple more times than porco, but never for too long. actually, you were wondering if you two had already had a conversation…

the fact that your interactions were so scarce could have been surprising, considering how much time connie and sasha spent with him. but then you remembered: jean was ‘that tall guy’ in eren’s basketball team, the one he wasn’t very fond of… so that explained why he wasn’t around more often.

“i’m texting him right now” connie told you, his fingers already typing at lightspeed, “but i’m 100% sure he can get us in, he’s a good friend of porco”.

“management majors privilege…” sasha sighed and laid down on the grass, hands resting on her belly to process all the food she had just gulped down, “but connie’s right. jean himself said he’d invite us to one of galliard’s parties. trust me, there’s no way in hell we’re letting you lose that bet”.

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miekasa · 3 years

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mie….could we please get college au eren headcanons👉🏽👈🏽

Of course. I’m always thinking about his big head anyway <33 might as well put it good use.

One thing he learned in college is how to make his hyperfocus/fixation episodes work for him; that’s why he schedules all his classes as close together as possible. He’d rather have class back to back for 5 hours, than have it spread out with hours in between lectures, because that increases his changes of cutting.

You can always tell when he’s in class and/or what class he’s in by how much he responds to your messages. If he doesn’t text back at all, he’s in a class that hard or one he enjoys, or both. But if he’s sending you iMessage games, then you know he’s in his elective that he couldn’t care else about (and is probably cheating in someway somehow lmfao).

He usually puts his phone on dnd when he’s in a class that’s important, but you’re in his favorite contacts, so your messages always ring through. What if it’s an emergency and you need him for something? Advanced Roots of Human Biology can wait.

Some days there are one or two our breaks between his lectures, that’s just how the scheduling works out. When that happens, he usually sneaks into one of your lectures, or goes to your place to take a nap. Your roommates have become accustomed to him, honestly they’ve been considering giving him a key.

Once, he didn’t realize that your lecture was basically a seminar, with you, the prof and maybe six other students. He still stayed lmao, and the prof was so amazed by his dedication, that she didn’t even mind. Occasionally, you’ll catch the two of them talking after lecture. It’s pretty cute the way she’s adopted him into the class even tho he’s not on the roster.

You... have to show him where the library is lmfao. He genuinely has not stepped foot in one until you bring him to one. He likes it tho lmao once he gets used to it.

Speaking of which, do not give him standard directions to find your classes on campus because all you’ll get is, “Babe, I’m gonna keep it real with you, I’ve never heard of the ‘West Quad’ a day in my life. What building are you near.”

He usually comes to see you in the library after all his lectures are done for the day. Sometimes he does homework, sometimes he’s just fucking around on his computer, sometimes he’s just bothering you. When you have to leave to go to class, he stays behind to watch your stuff so you don’t have to pack everything up and come back.

Very protective when it comes to keeping your seat for you. No, you cannot take that chair to your table you good for nothing freshman; it’s reserved for you.

He’ll drag you out of the library if you’ve been cooped up all day, tho. Eren will use his height and his strength against you to get you up. Placates you with kisses when he sees your angry expression, and promises to buy you food.

He takes your backpack for you when you’re walking together,m. His backpack is frustratingly light all the time, even during midterms. You swear all he’s got in there is a pencil and some flashcards.

If you have night classes, he sticks around to walk you home after, especially in the winter when it gets dark faster. If he’s not already on campus, he’ll walk/drive back to meet you; he just doesn’t like you going home alone. Even if your friend/roommate is in the class with you, Eren will walk or drive the both of you home for his own sanity.

He plays sports, so he usually has practice most evenings, but he’ll find a way to make time. If practice was particularly brutal, he’ll probably crash at your place.

He loves it when you come to meet him after practice. His whole face lights up and he waves obnoxiously, before he gathers up his stuff and all but sprints towards you. You get a cold water bottle to the face, or a bit of water splashed on you usually, which he takes immense amusement in.

He knows it’s not possible for you to make it to all of his games, and usually it doesn’t bother him much; you’ve got your own life, and work to worry about. All he asks is that you wear his jersey, or any item of his sports apparel/merch on game day (he’s partial to hoodies).

By the time junior year rolls around, he’s not all that interested in attending parties that aren’t hosted by your friends; so, unless it’s at Connie, Jean, or Reiner and Bertholdt’s place, Eren will usually decline. Even team parties, he’s not crazy about unless it’s to celebrate a championship or something. He’d much rather celebrate with you.

He does get excited about hosting parties though, and he and Jean become pretty damn good co-hosts. They don’t throw ragers, and that’s probably why Eren likes it so much. It’s usually your friend group and a couple plus ones, some good music, games, weed, and take-out.

He’ll buy you coffee whenever you ask for it. The first time, he just orders something plain, not really knowing the difference between anything; but give it two or three tries, and he’ll get it perfect. He becomes so good that he can order you something new/different and you’ll love it.

That’s kind of the start of his own coffee addiction, and more often than not, when he buys you a cup, he’s on his second or third of the day himself. The flavor has really grown on him, okay.

He much prefers your apartment, but on occasion, he’ll ask you to come to his. You’ve been studying for so long, a change of environment should do you good, he claims. He’s a fucking liar tho because that’s all Eren Talk for “I do genuinely want you to come over, but my plans are to coerce you out of doing your assignments and doing me instead.”

Lmfao he adds you on Apple Watch Rings just so you can see him close his rings every day and laugh at you. Even if yours get closed by virtue of walking around campus or working out or whatever, his numbers are stupidly high because he fucking has practice at least 4 days of the week.

Of course when you’re running on a soccer field for 2 hours every day, you close your Move Ring five times, Eren. Leave the rest of us alone.

He buys you guys matching accessories for your keychains. It’s something pretty cute, and slightly random, but it reminded him of you. It also serves as a reminder to himself to take his fucking keys with him when he leaves his house.

He sleeps like a fucking rock, so do not let him fall asleep in the library. Waking him up is a mission, and he’s never happy to be woken up. He looks kinda cute tho.

He schedules dates for you and his friends. Usually by accident, but hear me out. Sometimes he’ll make plans with Armin, then forget that he has class or a test or something; so his solution is to text you, “hey, i forgot min and i were supposed to go some aquarium tomorrow but i have a midterm so here’s the pdf of my ticket, go with him for me, thanks babe love u” then, boop, you and Armin have an aquarium date Friday evening.

The same thing happens with Mikasa, though, she usually catches the scheduling conflict before Eren does, and invites you out herself. You and Mikasa hang out quite a bit anyway, so it comes to the point where she tells you when she’s gonna hang out with Eren, so you can make yourself free for when he inevitably remember he has a game that day.

Mikasa is most amazed that you’ve put up with Eren this long lmao. You’ve certainly lessened her Eren & Armin babysitting hours, and for that she’s eternally grateful. Also, she’s just happy to have another close friend. She loves Eren and Armin, but they’re not the most social beings, and she was literally their only friend besides the other for all their childhood PLEASE she’s so happy you’re around.

It’s Mikasa, however, who babysits you and Eren whenever you both get too drunk. Says you guys are two peas in a pod (affectionate<2)

If you tell Eren something important that happened, like an internship you got, or a good grade in a class, or something, he usually relays that information to his mom pls. He texts her every day, and if she doesn’t ask for an update on you first, he gives her one.

Carla calls you sometimes, too. At least once every few weeks, just to check on you herself. She really likes you for Eren, and is grateful someone is willing to put up with her hotheaded son.

Eren’s always using your fucking chapstick. Always. You know he has his own, so why he needs to use yours is beyond you. Finds time to make some dumbass comment about how it’s an “indirect kiss” every time he uses it too. Like bro, we’re dating, and have had many direct kisses why are you like this.

He posts on Instagram every few weeks or so, but you’re on his story every few days. Usually, it’s just a video of you minding your business and doing your work while Eren slowly zooms in before making some loud noise to surprise you, all so he can get your reaction on video and laugh at it. He’s annoying.

He’s a bit of a copycat when it comes to the products you use. He’ll buy the same brand of pens as you (for that matter, all of his school supplies mirror yours because what does he know about the difference between A4 and A5 notebooks?), put a little hand sanitizer on his backpack like yours (and a lotion, too, for good measure), he even copies your Starbucks order until he finds one he likes for himself. It’s one of his love languages <3

If you’re wondering where your eyelash curler went, Eren stole it to try it on himself, hurt himself, vowed to never use it again, went back because he wanted to “do it right and not give up,” liked the results when he didn’t pinch his eyelid, and now it’s his.

That being said, stop trying to put your Fenty lipgloss on him, it’s never going to happen. Eye makeup, maybe, only if you sit in his lap and he can have his hands on your ass while you do it.

What he does love is letting you do his skincare. He will set aside dedicated skincare nights, he adores it. Easily one of his favorite things ever.

You have his wallet. Not because he’s your sugar daddy or anything (although, if you want something, he’d definitely let you use his card to get it; and even if you bought something without asking, he wouldn’t think twice about it), but because he put it in your bag once and never took it out.

When you tried to give it back, he just shook his head and told you to keep it, “I have my ID in my phone case anyway, and you’re less likely to lose it. Plus I put all my cards on Apple Pay, so I’m good.”

When you do make it to a game of his, he’s all over you when it’s over. Not in a cocky athlete boyfriend kind of way; in a very sleepy boyfriend kind of way. He’s usually got ice on at least one part of his body, and he’s got half his body weight on you as you walk to the car.

By the time you guys get back to your place, he’s practically sleep walking. The only thing on his mind is taking a hot shower to soothe his muscles, and heading to bed. The aftermath of game days aren’t all that bad though, because even if you didn’t show, you’re always there to kiss him when he’s home and massage his shoulders, and cuddle him to sleep; and that’s his favorite part.

#anonymous #hes so fucking cute hes my fucking BOYFRIENDDDDDDDDD #eren x reader #aot x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #eren fluff #eren smut

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Santa Daddy | Jean Kirstein x Reader

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Daddy kink, dirty talk, thigh riding, mutual pining, friends to lovers (or, rather, idiots to lovers), lots of holiday fluff

Word Count: 6k

A/N: This is my Secret Santa gift to @whats-her-quirk 🎄💕 June, thank you so much for being a wonderful friend; I was truly lucky and privileged to get you as my Elf for Secret Santa! I hope this fluffy (and dirty) little fic with our best boi Jean brings you some holiday cheer!

There were only a few things in the world that made you happier than watching Jean Kirstein smile. Like most of your friends, you’d met him through work, but there was always something so special, almost magical, about seeing his darling smile and hearing his boisterous laugh. And you rarely passed up on a chance to see delight spread across his handsome face, which is why you couldn’t say no when he asked you to join him on a get-a-away with your friends for the holidays.

The inquiry came after you mentioned how you wouldn’t be able to make it home for the holidays due to a winter storm blowing in. It would be the second season in a row that the weather kept you from visiting home.

You could still hear his voice in your head, “alone? For Christmas?”

He’d then insisted you join him and his friends at Sasha’s family cabin. It was tradition for them, a gathering of misfits finding communion together out in the wilderness for a few days before the new year. You had taken trips with your friends before to amusement parks, festivals, even to the beach at Armin’s request, but something about being invited to an intimate setting to celebrate holiday traditions had you anxious.

So, there you were, swaddled in blankets, listening to Eren bicker with Mikasa while Sasha and Connie bustled in the kitchen to make eggnog and treats. Armin had declined to join, citing that he’d seen too many horror movies about young adults alone in cabins to feel comfortable making the trip.

And, true to form, Jean was running late. He was always late, his mind constantly moving a mile a minute unless he consigned himself to much needed rest and relaxation. Though, this time, you felt a little lonely while waiting for him on the couch, like there was a small part of you missing as you watched the snow fall outside.

“So, none of you guys go home for the holidays?” You looked over toward the modest, plastic tree that Sasha had thrown down from her attic to bring a little holiday cheer to the living room, a few poorly wrapped presents and bags nestled under the branches.

“Well,” Eren cleared his throat, “we are orphans.” He pulled at Mikasa’s scarf for emphasis.

“Oh fuck, yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t worry about, he just always brings it up to get sympathy gifts.” Mikasa sighed, jerking the red cloth from his hands and scowling. Eren only laughed, brushing a stray hair from his face that had come loose from the bun at his nape.

You sunk a little deeper into the cushions, eyes glancing out the window in hopes you’d see headlights flash in the driveway.

“Do you think Jean’s okay? He should’ve been here a while ago and the storm is getting closer.”

“Jean, Jean, Jean,” Sasha trotted into the room, balancing a mountain of sweet-smelling cookies on a plate, “you’re always worried about him.”

“Someone should be, guy’s an idiot.” Eren chimed in, green eyes shining from the low flames rolling in the fireplace. He and Mikasa were sitting in the floor, a game of checkers spread out before them, with more stolen pieces resting near the cunning Ackerman’s side of the board.

Eren wasn’t wrong, but over the years you’d known your group of friends, you’d noticed just how much the man in question had grown. In his early twenties, Jean had been quite the bumbling fool, having literally met you by bumping into your shoulder while leaving work, only to look at you and mumble “god you’re beautiful,” before issuing a quick apology as he rubbed at his neck sheepishly. You’d never mentioned the moment again, though your stomach still churned with a slight thrill every time you thought about it.

But over the years he’d managed to turn that puerility into something much more charming. He was more refined, almost infuriatingly suave, easily gaining attention from anyone and everyone. And though you sometimes hated to admit it, he’d captured your thoughts as well.

You kept your budding crush on Jean Kirstein close to your chest, not admitting it to any of your close friends. You always figured he was out of your league, seeing that he had a new, more beautiful girlfriend just about every other month. But, despite your simmering feelings, you still allowed yourself to get closer and closer to him over the years—some might say he’s your best friend, but you might call him your most treasured vexation.

Another hour or so went by, your time spent nibbling at cookies and reminiscing with everyone about another year passed.

Then the door finally opened, cold air gusting into the small living room as Jean stomped his damp boots on the entry mat.

“Have you guys opened presents yet?”

You glanced over the back of the couch, heart tugging in your chest as you noticed snow dusted in his long hair and a sizeable red and white polka dot package in his hands.

“No because Christmas is tomorrow, or did you forget that too?” Connie said it with crumbs in his mouth, feet kicked up on the coffee table.

Jean laughed, running a hand through his hair before wrapping the gift in his arms like it was something valuable.

“I know, I know, and sorry I’m late, had something important to go get.” He smiled, bright and cheery, hazel eyes bouncing between his friends and the carefully guarded box, “I ask because…uh, this needs to be opened kind of soon.”

“Is it perishable?” Sasha perked up, already ready to go make room in the fridge if something delectable was waiting as a gift.

“I mean…you could say that? It may or may not be alive.” He was laughing, that kind of infectious laughter that had everyone in the room grinning whether they wanted to or not.

Jean didn’t set the present down to even take off his shoes, instead tracking snow in with him and plopping onto the couch with flurries still on shoulders. He nudged your knee with his, pushing the present toward you. You pressed your lips together, hands getting sweaty as you pieced the puzzle together.

“Is that…?”

“Yeah,” his grin was pulling at his cheeks, eyes so sincere and happy and it almost startled you, “it’s for you.”

The top of the box moved, the green bow popping on top of the polka dots.

You moved the gift into your lap, pulling off the top to find perky ears and green eyes peering up at you—a kitten, grey and striped, with long, white whiskers and a pink bow around its neck greeted you with muted curiosity. You just stared at it for a moment, and it stared back, like you were both wondering just how it got into your lap.

“I just,” Jean was getting nervous, carding his fingers through his hair again as he waited for your reaction, “I wanted to make sure you’d never spend another holiday alone, you know?”

You carefully picked up the little cat, watching how it stretched and yawned as you pulled it from the carefully lain blanket inside its temporary home.

You smiled, pulling the warm little bundle to your chest.

“Um, Jean, this cat has six toes on her paws,” you said, pressing your thumb gently against one of the extra appendages in question.

“Six toes?!” Sasha was jumping up from her seat, bounding over to kneel in front of you and pluck one of the kitten’s paws into her fingers. The cat quickly pulled its paw back, little black toe beans curling to its chest.

“Yeah, it’s what drew me to her. She’s extra special…” you could’ve sworn you heard him mutter something under his breath, a little musing of “just like you,” but any hushed murmur was overshadowed by the ohs and ahs of your friends gathering around to look at the adorable little creature.

The kitten had been lulled to sleep by the car ride from the shelter to the cabin, content to just curl up in your arms as inquisitive fingers prodded at her little kitten mittens and the silky, white tufts in her ears. Even Mikasa was enraptured by the tiny animal, taking the time to retie the little pink ribbon around her neck to make a bigger, prettier bow.

You noticed how your friends were whispering, cheeky grins pressed against eager ears as they looked between you, the precious kitten, and Jean on the couch. You were starting to feel like you were missing something, or maybe that you were at the end of a joke you hadn’t caught on to yet.

“Thank you,” you whispered to Jean after the fuss died down, everyone returning to their seats and back to their previous fixations.

You’d mentioned perhaps wanting a cat a few weeks ago; it was just a silly, off-hand comment you made over coffee about how you’d once read that people with cats live longer because they pick up on the nine-lives of their feline partner. You didn’t believe it to be true, but you’d mused about the idea of having a cute kitten of your own to snuggle up with on lonely nights.

“I know it’s sudden and a lot of responsibility, so if you don’t want her—”

“No,” you cut Jean off, bundling the kitten a little closer in your arms, your heart singing as you felt her start to purr, “no, I want her, she’s perfect.”

Jean finally started to get settled himself, standing up and shrugging off his jacket. He was in a tight turtleneck, coal black threads stretched to their limit across his broad chest and shoulders, hugging his trim waist. You were careful not to stare for too long as he stretched his arms above his head to shake off the weariness of his drive through the snow.

He always looked like he stepped out of a fashion catalogue, fresh and so put together that sometimes you were tempted to snap his photo when he wasn’t looking; he just looked that good all the time. He loved to wear designer clothes and keep up with the latest menswear trends, and tonight was no different, that beautiful black turtleneck (that was covered in grey fur) undoubtedly belonging to a designer whose name you probably couldn’t pronounce.

“What are you gonna name her?”

He sat a little closer this time on the couch, a brawny arm outstretched behind you as he leaned over to scratch at the kitten’s chin.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, gazing down at the serene, sleepy face in your arms, “I’ll have to get to know her first.”

“Well, I’ve been calling her Frankie.”

“Frankie?” You smiled through your confusion, the name sounding oddly right.

“She was pretty wild in the car and kept meowing when Frank Sinatra was on the radio.”

“I see,” you laid the kitten down into your lap, sweeping your fingers through her fur and watching as she curled up into a tighter little circle, “well, I’ll consider it.”

You felt warm, heavy fingers brush against the back of your neck, Jean absentmindedly painting figure eights into your prickling skin. Heat flushed to your face as you realized just how close your bodies had become—his thigh was pressed against your own, dark jeans tight and hot, the scruff of his cheeks brushing against your own as he toyed with the sleeping cat’s tail.

There were voices all around you, the muffled sounds of your friends relaxing together falling almost on deaf ears. Your whole world felt like it just revolved around this couch, like nothing else mattered beyond the simple touches to your skin and the drowsy kitten beneath your hands. He never wanted you to spend another holiday alone, you replayed his words, the sweet sentiment finally settling into your spirit.

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You could tell everyone was starting to get a bit sleepy, a few hours spent drinking spiked eggnog and chasing the new kitten around with a feather toy having left you especially exhausted. Your head was a little swimmy as you bid everyone goodnight, the grey tabby cat following closely on your heels to your bedroom where Jean had already brought in a litter box and a bed for her to sleep in. Jean, underneath all the designer bravado and smiles, was perhaps the most thoughtful person you knew.

But despite the heaviness in your head, you couldn’t seem to sleep. You tossed and turned in the bed, occasionally picking up your phone to scroll through it or just watch the time tick by. You had a lot of thoughts mulling around in your mind, most of them revolving around the man sleeping just right across the hall.

Never in a million years did you expect Jean to walk in with a beautiful, perfect kitten as a gift. The little thing was back to sleeping again, this time curled around one of your feet, each exhale a little purr against your toes.

You’d carried the weight of this crush around for too many years. You rubbed your palms against your eyes, sighing as you came to terms with your feelings for Jean for what felt like the thousandth time. Your pining was starting to take its toll, too, what with the sleeping giant so close yet so far away.

And you still felt like you were missing something.

Throughout the night, your friends had seemingly been playing coy, teasing Jean about getting you such a big, sentimental gift. Maybe they had all caught wind of your suppressed feelings and were poking at Jean for even daring to indulge you. Now you were just getting frustrated with your thoughts, sighing as you tried to squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to sleep.

But then you heard a little sound, the soft buzz of your phone against the wood of the night stand.

Jean: You awake?

Your heart skipped a little in your chest as you saw his name flash upon your screen. You texted him nearly every day, yet he never failed to send a little jolt of adrenaline down your spine.

You: Yeah. Can’t sleep.

Jean: Me either. Cabin is too fucking cold.

You: I have a kitty asleep on my feet, definitely helps beat the chill.

Jean: A warm kitty sounds nice right now.

Only a few seconds passed before the next message appeared.

Jean: Wanna come keep me company?

Your thumb hovered over the keyboard for a moment, your mind not even thinking about the words in front of you. Instead, you were picturing Jean in his bed, hair tussled with his own phone in his hand as he texted you, light spilling over his bare chest in the dark. You wondered what he was thinking—maybe he just wanted you to bring the cat over to see him for a bit, or maybe his mind was wandering in the same place yours was, which was picturing him naked beneath his sheets.

You set the phone down, momentarily starting to panic.

You hadn’t prepared for this, hadn’t prepared for the possibility that Jean might be asking you to come get in his fucking bed with him. Thank god you took a leisurely shower earlier—and you still smelled good, you checked.

You stood up from the bed, watching the kitten stretch and quickly fall back asleep on top of the blankets. You bent down to slip on your pajama pants, but then found yourself debating if you should just leave the flimsy material behind.

If this was what you were hoping it was, walking in without pants would send the “I got the hint, I’m here to fuck,” message loud and clear.

But if this was just “hey pal come keep me company, I’m bored,” walking into his room in nothing but a shirt and panties could be quite awkward.

You decided to hedge your bets, stuffing your pajama bottoms back into your bag as that lingering liquid courage from the eggnog set in. If worse came to worse, you could always say you forgot to pack them.

You carefully closed the door behind you, making sure the cat didn’t follow.

Then, it was literally just a few steps to Jean’s room. Conveniently, his door was cracked. Did he get up and leave it open for you? Did he always sleep with his door cracked? Or had he planned all along to ask you to come over?

You shook your head, taking a deep breath. Those inessential thoughts needed to be quieted.

The door creaked as you slid past it, the old hinges signaling your arrival and making Jean’s attention whip towards you. His phone was still in his hand, like was watching your messages and too-eagerly anticipating your reply.

“Hey,” you whispered into the darkness, wincing as the door kept groaning as you pushed it shut behind you. You leaned against it for a moment, too nervous to just waltz up to his bed and fall in. You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you waited for him to break the silence.

“Aren’t you cold?” He whispered back, shifting in the bed.

His figure was illuminated by the pale, grey light from window, the snow clouds still keeping the moon suppressed in the sky. Like you’d imagined, he was shirtless, all those hard-earned muscles on display from where he was propped up on his elbows, sheets low against his waist.

“I thought you were cold, Mr. No Shirt.”

“You’re not wearing pants.”

“I’m not wearing pants,” you parroted back.

You watched the smile spread across his face, that darling, infuriatingly pretty smile that made you a little too happy in this moment.

He pulled his sheets back in invitation, revealing that he, too, was not wearing pants, only clad in blue boxer briefs that were sinfully tight around his upper thighs, etchings of Calvin Klein pressed against his lower stomach.

His hands were on you before you even settled onto the mattress, warm and greedy and pulling you flush against his body. All those worried thoughts you had before vanished under his touch, the message you had been missing suddenly loud and clear: you weren’t the only one hiding your feelings. All those veiled emotions came alive beneath wandering hands, your fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as his found the flesh of your thighs.

“Was this what you were thinking about when you invited me here?”

You breathed in the smell of his warm skin as you settled against him, notes of his cologne still lingering against his body.

“This is what I think about all the time,” he confessed, nudging his thigh between your legs.

You couldn’t stop the moan that fell from your mouth as the muscles of his thigh pressed against your aching core.

“Me too,” you were pulling his face down to yours, thumbs against his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his.

A satisfied sound rang from both of your throats, lips melding and slanting against one another hungrily.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” His words were lost within the kiss, being swallowed down as you kept drinking him in.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You echoed back, gasping as his hands slid underneath your shirt and began to wander across your belly, reaching up toward your ribcage.

You both knew the answer to that: you were idiots, too scared to admit feelings even though they were clearly on display for everyone around you. But now the question didn’t matter, all the answers you wanted about to be shared between your anxious bodies with starved kisses and touches.

You shamelessly pressed yourself a little harder against his thigh, sighing as your pussy found relief against his leg. He groaned at your action, moving his thigh back and forth a little bit to see how you would react. When you whimpered, your own thighs squeezing around his, he smirked, repeating the motion of sweeping his thick, sturdy thigh back and forth between your legs.

“You like that?” His head was tilting down, teeth nipping at your jaw and down your neck as your head fell back against the pillow.

“Y-yes, feels so good.”

His hands were still traveling, wandering across your heated skin like he wanted to map your curves into his memory. He groaned against your throat when he discovered you’d also forgotten to wear anything under your t-shirt, his thumbs lazily brushing the undersides of your breasts.

You felt like you were burning beneath his sheets, like he was painting fire against your skin with every touch. His large hands engulfed your breasts, carefully kneading and rolling your soft flesh in his palms. He was eager to kiss you again, to slip his tongue past your parted lips and get addicted to your taste.

Jean pinched and pulled at your hardening nipples, greedily taking your little mewls into his mouth. He touched you like he already knew you, pulling at your body like you were the perfect little sex doll on strings for him to play with; rocking you on his thigh, tugging at your nipples, tongue dancing in your mouth, his hair tickling your cheeks, his cock hard and hot against his stomach.

Your panties were getting more and more wet by the second, the soaked material sinking into your folds as you rubbed yourself against the downy hairs and rounded, solid muscle of his upper thigh. His boxer briefs were bunching closer to his hips, pre-cum already staining against the fabric where his cock was imprinted into the threads. You slipped your hand down his impressive chest, fingers dipping into the elastic of his briefs.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned against your lips, pulling back to suck in a breath as your fingertips brushed against the head of his cock, “fuck you’re so hot riding my thigh like that, so fucking wet.”

“You did say you wanted a warm kitty.”

Your words had him pinching harder at your nipples, making you gasp as he chuckled.

“Mhm I can’t wait to play with your kitty, make you mine,” he punctuated his sentence by bouncing his leg up, sending electric pulses of pleasure racing over your nerves.

You responded by pulling his cock from its confines, wrapping your fingers around it and tugging at the silken skin. God he was thick, barely fitting in your palm as you moved your wrist up and down. You suddenly felt so small against him, realizing that he was dwarfing you just by lying next to you in the bed. His long, thick fingers could spread across the entirety of your chest, the thigh sliding against your pussy was enormous, but it felt like it belonged there; you could get used to riding him like this.

You both fell into a frenzied, delirious rhythm, your bodies bucking and panting as you found bliss against each other.

His hands slid down your body, leaving your tender breasts and searching for a new home. He found your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he rocked you back and forth against his thigh himself, using the strength in his forearms to have your pussy pressed down against him in the most perfect way to have you seeing stars and whining his name.

“Gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum just from riding me?”

“Fuck, yeah, yes, please, make me cum like this.”

Your hand had gone slack against his cock, your mind almost unable to concentrate under the waves of pleasure building and coiling inside you.

It felt too good to have his rapacious hands on your hips, grip mean and tight as he basically fucked you against his thigh. You wanted to scream, your other hand clawing at the back of his neck for stability.

“Baby,” he breathed, peppering a few kisses along your cheek, “could…could you call me daddy when you cum?”

There was a hesitancy in his voice, like he was ashamed to ask such a thing.

Your lower belly clenched, heat racing across all your nerve endings like he’d just poured sin straight out of his mouth.

You nodded your head for him, uncontrollable moans and gasps getting in the way of your own words. The thought of calling him daddy, that sent something wicked down to your pussy, had your fingers squeezing and tugging at his cock again and your eyes falling shut.

It felt like your sanity was breaking, like reality was splintering and this wasn’t real—you were dreaming again, weren’t you? But then you felt his cock twitch in your hand, felt your swollen clit brush against your panties and his thigh, and you were thrusted back into the actuality of your situation. You were with Jean, he was groaning in your ear, and you were about to cum all over him.

“D—da…,” you were choking, so overwhelmed with a final cresting of bliss that you almost felt like sobbing.

But he just clutched you more tightly, pressed you harder against him, whispering your name in encouragement to let yourself go for him.

Then, you lost all of your sensibilities, euphoria washing over your body as you snapped and came undone with a little whine of, “daddy,” against his lips. You slowed the rocking of your hips, your heart beating out of your chest, your pussy pulsing and clenching as you rode out the last remnants of your orgasm.

“Holy fucking shit that’s so hot, you’re so hot,” he mumbled, one of his hands smoothing against your cheek.

“Wha—,” you smiled, shaking your head as you caught your breath, “what are you doing with a daddy kink, Jean?”

He mimicked your smile, hands moving to slide your ruined panties down your legs and removed the rest of your clothing as he repositioned your bodies. You let him move you around like a ragdoll, so delirious in your afterglow that you barely even registered how he was hooking your legs onto his shoulders.

“Do you not like calling me daddy?” There was a seriousness laced into his tone that told you he’d drop it if it made you uncomfortable.

“I like it,” you fisted one of your hands in his hair, bringing his lips to yours for a slow, messy kiss, “just didn’t expect it.”

“I’m full of surprises, baby.”

You felt the head of his cock nudge between your wet folds, his hands back on your hips where they belonged. Your head fell back against the pillow as he started to push inside of you, stretching your walls and making your toes go almost numb from the pleasure. You felt like you were splitting apart, like a fissure was forming down the middle of your body, stemming from where he was spearing into you.

With your legs on his broad shoulders, he was pushing you into the mattress, his hands urging your hips to relax and let him sink into your warm heat.

“Ohhhh fuckkkk daddy,” you couldn’t help but to whine, all your senses suddenly overwhelmed again. You were drowning in him, falling deeper and deeper into the throes of heaven with every inch of his fat cock slipping inside of you.

“God you’re so tight,” he presses his forehead to yours, keen eyes watching how your lips were falling apart and your eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure, “that’s right, daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

It felt like all your history with him was being wiped away, like this moment wasn’t about two friends fulfilling all their years of mutual pining, but instead about a new relationship blooming between two bodies full of lust and desire. This was about Jean fucking you senseless, about him taking control and finally having what’s belonged to him for longer than he probably even realized. You wanted to lose yourself to him, lose yourself to his appetite and just let him devour you.

All the air left your lungs when bottomed out inside of you, your walls clenching and sucking him in. He stayed still for a moment, nearly lost himself at the feeling of your cunt wrapped so tightly around his cock.

“So fucking perfect,” he groaned, dragging his cock out of you slowly before pressing in again, your cunt greedily sucking him back in.

“I always have been,” you teased, one hand lost in his hair while the other slid down the expanse of his back. You bucked your hips in his hands, coaxing him to keep moving.

“Oh fuck. Good girl.”

His praise made you feel drunk, liquid heat rushing to your ears and between your legs.

He began to snap his hips, repeatedly burying his cock into your depths, the angle of your body making him hit that fleshy patch inside of you. You cried out at the feeling of being so stuffed, your walls burning from the intrusion but that coil inside your belly tightening again, hotter and more intense than before.

“Mhmmm, such a good girl, I promise,” you pressed your lips to his in reassurance, letting your breathy moans fall into his mouth as he started to get a little rougher. His pace was steady, solid, a hard motion of his cock thrusting in and out of you, each push and pull full of purpose and passion. Every plunge was making your lower stomach spasm, making pleasure burst across your body so forcefully that you felt that urge to cry again.

“Wanted to fuck you for so long,” his face was tucked underneath your chin, mouth trailing across your throat between his words. A particularly hard suck against your neck had your back arching, breasts flattening against his chest and your nails clinging to him.

Jean sat back on his knees, big hands smoothing down your thighs as he looked to where your bodies were conjoined, watching how your pussy enveloped his cock with every thrust of his hips, sweet skin encasing all of his length. He looked enraptured by the sight, groaning and hissing every time he pressed inside of you.

Then his eyes were flashing up to your face, softening as he took note of your blissed-out state, your face flushed and your lip between your teeth.

“So pretty,” he mused, a palm ghosting up to your chest to toy with one of your tits as he found a new rhythm.

You were ensnared by the scene before you as well, eyes wide with delight as you admired the man before you. Jean felt unhinged, electric between your legs, like he’d finally let go and was pouring all his clandestine secrets into your willing body. His chestnut hair was swept over his shoulders, the muscles in his arms and across his body rolling, rounded and thick like he was marble come to life. And his face was smooth, pretty, concentrated, cheeks dusky with a dark blush as he found euphoria from within your body.

Your hips began to match his thrusts, bucking up into him in order to feel his thick cock fall deeper into you. His strong hands encouraged you, gripping into the supple flesh of your thighs as he pressed himself into your wetness, faster and faster with every thrust.

“Daddy,” you called out to him, having to bite back a grin as you observed how quickly you earned his attention, “you feel s-so good,” your hand was traveling down your chest, trailing over his fingers on your breast before snaking down to your clit, “p-please let me cum again.”

You had an inkling that he would take over for you.

His thick, long fingers hovered over your own, carefully aiding in swirling over your aching clit. You hissed, recognizing the buildup to orgasm pooling within your belly.

Jean’s other hand slid higher upon your body, fingers lacing around your ribcage, framing the underside of your breast. He began to forcefully pull your body into his, sliding you upon and down the sheets and upon his cock. You cried out, legs tightening at his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, begging him to devour you and take what he wanted. His thumb was almost impatient on your clit, now circling so quickly that your body was shaking, lower stomach clenching and unclenching repeatedly like you were lost in a reckless tide.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last with you squeezing me like that, baby.”

Your mouth watered at the thought of him finding that ultimate pleasure inside of you. Your ears became tuned to the chorus of resonances between your legs, the sweet, wet sounds of skin against skin, of slick at the base of a fat cock, of Jean grunting your name like a lost prayer.

The final chord of your sanity was threatening to snap, you could feel it again, like he was pulling the strings of your body too tightly and you were going to splinter and break with just the right swipe of his thumb.

“I-inside,” you mewled, unable to keep your eyes open any longer as your thighs began to quake, “daddy—oh fuck, fuck—cum inside me, please,”

God you were so fucking close to falling off the edge, and he could feel it, using his grip to bring you even harder and faster down onto your cock to get you careening and falling again.

Your push into oblivion came when you heard him pleading, almost whining, above you, sweat dripping down his skin as his syllables flowed together, “please, please, please, fuck, cum for daddy, cum for me, please.”

You could both feel it, how you creamed around his cock, pussy sucking him in so deliciously tight that it caused him to lose all control. His fingers dug a little too deep, his cock throbbing and pumping deep inside of you with his release. It was like the world went quiet, like a blanket of snow fell onto your bodies and hushed your sounds and cooled your skin. You could feel the heavy weight of him inside of you, like he was meant to be there. Your body relaxed, feeling like you were sinking into the mattress and he was the only thing keeping you from being lost.

When he finally pulled his spent cock from inside you, he wasn’t gone long. His hands were back on you again, pulling you in for simple, affectionate kisses and rubbing tenderly at the places he’d perhaps explored too roughly.

“Jean…” you cut yourself off with a yawn, fatigued limbs winding into his own.

His thigh found its home between your legs again, both of you groaning with a mixture of lust and disgust as you felt his cum drip into a mess between your thighs.

“Whatever it is can wait until morning, we need to sleep.”

“Oh fuck, it’s Christmas.”

He nuzzled your cheek, lips searching for yours.

“Mhmm, Merry Christmas, baby.”

You laughed, laying your head against his chest.

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You weren’t sure how long you slept, but it felt like you spent a small eternity in Jean’s bed before your eyes opened again. When you awoke, he was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with the kitten in his arms. She was ready to play, striped tail swishing as he dangled a toy mouse just out of her reach.

“What time is it?” You stretched, suddenly all too aware that you were still very naked beneath the sheets.

“It’s only eight, everyone else is still asleep aside from Mikasa who actually went for a run in the fucking snow.”

Jean smiled, hair tucked behind his ears, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you realized just how madly in love with him you were. You always aimed to make him smile, to hear him laugh, but to see him gazing at you in the morning sun with pure adoration shining in his hazel eyes had you practically melting into the bed.

“I meant what I said last night, you know,” he said, turning the kitten loose to run across the bed.

“You said a lot of things last night, daddy,” you teased, watching his cheeks turn a pretty pink at the mention of that name.

“I meant about you never spending another holiday alone. Because, you know, I’d like to…” he trailed off, rubbing at the back of his neck like he was genuinely nervous.

You sat up, running a hand down his arm before kissing at his shoulder, momentarily getting lost in the smell and feel of him.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

No one was surprised that the two of you, and the kitten, spent every single holiday together thereafter, mostly naked, and always smiling.

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can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough.

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms.

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man.

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden.

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him.

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him.

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece.

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has.

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone.

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

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randomlonelymusician · 3 years

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Some SnK Ship Appreciations

I’ve noticed quite a bit of ship discourse lately, and since the final chapter just released, I thought I’d share some things I love about a few SnK relationships!

Eren & Mikasa: Eren and Mikasa’s relationship started with a small act of kindness and comfort that bloomed into something both deeper and more complicated. Mikasa always valued Eren’s life and safety, and though Eren didn’t show it as much, he did care for Mikasa a lot. Though Eren’s selfish side wanted to be the only one for Mikasa, at the same time he wanted her to move on and be happy, and if that’s not love I don’t know what is.

Armin & Annie: Though I wasn’t expecting this one, it grew on me quickly and always put a smile on my face. Between blushes and awkward conversations, you can tell these two care about each other in a very sweet way. With the thirteen year titan curse gone, I hope these two are able to continue their relationship.

Ymir & Historia: Both of these girls were hiding behind false identities which ended up drawing them toward each other. It was very sweet seeing these two encourage each other to be themselves and live life their own way, which made Ymir’s final ‘love letter’ even more heartbreaking.

Levi & Erwin: These two have developed a very deep bond of trust and respect. They care for each other deeply, stuck by each other’s sides, and Levi fought to fulfil his promise to Erwin until the very end. It was really special to see two seemingly cold and ruthless men have a real soft spot for each other. And Levi’s decision to let Erwin rest was a true testament of his love for him.

Levi & Hange: With so many horrible things happening within SnK, the lighthearted but deep relationship between these two was very special. Despite their constant teasing, they really do care for and understand each other. Being the last two veterans standing, I was really glad they had each other and I truly think they would’ve stuck together if it wasn’t for Hange’s death.

Levi & Petra: I think my favorite part about this relationship was Petra’s speech to Eren about Levi. She was able to see through Levi’s many flaws and oddities and respect him as the person he truly is. I’m very glad Levi had such a sweet person like Petra in his life, which made her death and father’s speech extremely heartbreaking.

Eren & Historia: Even if Eren wasn’t the father of Historia's baby, there is no denying the unique relationship they had. They were able to understand each other during dark periods of their lives, and Historia even trusted him enough to keep the Founding Titan’s power. They had an emotional relationship that I wish would’ve gotten closure.

Eren & Armin: Eren and Armin’s relationship went through a lot over the course of the SnK manga, and I’m glad they had some form of closure. The love these two held for each other was very sweet, and I loved seeing the angry, hotheaded Eren be affectionate with Armin.

Jean & Marco: What I loved most about the relationship between these two was how Marco was able to inspire Jean, and how much of an effect that had on Jean’s life. Jean’s heartbreaking reaction to Marco’s death made it even more clear that these two cared about each other. Even after the timeskip, Jean still holds Marco dear to him.

Connie & Sasha: It was so easy for me to fall in love with this relationship with their many hilarious interactions. I think the scene where they were supposed to be sparring was my favorite. It really broke my heart seeing Connie’s reaction to Sasha’s death, and I could tell he really held her dear to him.

Jean & Armin: If you asked me at the beginning of the series if these two would become friends, I would probably say no. But despite their differences, they were able to slowly develop a believable friendship. Their moral differences made their relationship very interesting, and even with those differences they were still able to respect and support each other.

Bertholdt & Annie: Though they didn’t interact much during the main series, it was clear Bertholdt had a crush on Annie. But in the Junior High series, they had the sweetest, funniest, and most awkward relationship ever. That episode/chapter made me laugh and smile — it was so sweet!

Sorry if I didn’t include your favorite!

#aot #snk #eremika #aruani #yumikuri #yumihisu #eruri #levihan #rivetra #erehisu #eremin #jeanmarco #springles #jearmin #beruani #snk ships #aot ships

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akeijies · 3 years

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boba ( armin a. x reader )

word count: 1.5k ( oh my )

contains: established relationship, slight fem!dom,

summary: n/a

author’s note: this is just a little thingy i wanted to dedicate to @junisfics, because they’re amazing and she inspired me to get back into the writing community ( amongst other people as well ) and just wanted to give back to her ✨(っ◔︣◡◔᷅)っc(◕︣◡◕᷅c)✨

it’s not out of the ordinary to hear a sound on repeat, especially on tiktok. however, it is a little odd to hear it almost ten times back to back without any reaction.

so when the notification reads “you have received a message” you’re quick to open to see who it’s from— even though you really already know. the familiar audio plays in the kitchen, loud enough to cover the music that was coming from the radio, so you know armin can hear it from where he is in the next room.

you can’t help the smile that slips onto your face as you watch the video again, it’s someone saying how their two moods consist of ‘wanting to get boba’ and ‘wanting to get railed so hard they cry’. knowing armin, you now know exactly why it played so many times and you can just imagine him thinking of a message to send with it.

ultimately, he settles on a ‘yeah’, followed by another message with the wide-eyed, blushing emoji. so very him.

when you tiptoe over to the threshold of your shared bedroom, you find armin fiddling with the pages of his book, the tips of his ears kissed red and he looks as if he is trying to remain focused on the book in his hands.

knocking on the wall, a little laugh escapes you when armin startles, book falling into his lap and your heart swells at the little pout his lips form when he sees he’s lost his place. “i’ve gotta step out for a little bit but i’ll be right back, okay?” armin places a post-it note in-between his lost pages and shoots you a smile, seeing you off. you don’t miss how his cheeks are still the softest pink.

an hour later when you walk through the front door, you see that armin has moved to the couch in the living room, the book now in his lap while he taps away on his phone. he smiles at you as you lay your jacket across the back of the couch.

noticing that there were not any shopping bags with you armin raises a brow and his phone clicks as it locks. “did you get what you needed?” armin asks as he pats the spot next to him on the couch, in lieu of asking you to sit down.

humming in agreement, you shake the cup of boba bringing it to his attention. armin reaches a hand out as if asking for a sip, but instead of handing it to him, you reach down and move the book from his lap to the spot he previously patted. armin moves back on the couch, readjusting himself before you lower yourself onto his lap, straddling him.

armin’s hands rest on your hips once you’re settled and he gives them a squeeze when you tilt the boba towards him. pretty lips wrapping around the straw, you watch as it fills with color and you move slightly in his lap which brings his attention back to you and you can’t help the smile that comes across your lips- or the teasey tone that laces itself into your voice.

“are you still in the mood?”

confusion flickers in his eyes and it takes a couple of seconds for him to understand what you mean. armin sputters on around the straw, the blush forming on his cheeks spreads across his ears and down his neck. his tongue darts out to swipe at his lip, only for you to tilt the straw deeper into his mouth. armin takes it, his gulp audible.

you hold the cup with one hand while the other plays with the hairs at the nape of his neck- you can feel the shiver that it sends down his spine and the pads of your fingers brush against the goosebumps that form in their wake.

adjusting yourself on his lap, you can feel his growing erection through his pants. smirking to yourself you use the hand that’s playing in his hair to tug on it, tilting his head back, hearing the straw ‘pop’ as it leaves his mouth, the short string of saliva breaking as you bare his neck.

“you wanted this right, baby?” you whisper into his ear, sucking and licking at the sensitive spot just below it. you can feel him growing harder beneath you and it takes so much in you not too grind down against him, you can feel the heat thats been pooling in your stomach seep down between your legs and you realize just how much you want armin panting and whining, with the biggest tears threatening to roll down his cheeks.

the hand thats in his hair tightens before moving to the front of his throat, and you hear the feint bubble of a whimper before you walk two fingers uphill neck and to his lips watching them fall apart welcoming your fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them and this time a low moan escapes him, as his eyes flutter and his breathing picks up, his chest heaving as if he was holding his breath.

you press your fingers flat against his tongue bringing his face back to level with yours. his eyes open, pupils blown, sky blue clouded, appearing more and more like an oncoming storm.

he sucks on your fingers again trying to keep eye contact with you. it’s precious seeing how affected he is by this, how desperate he is, while seeming so grateful to even have the chance to be touched by you.

boba still in hand, you take a sip, watching as armin’s eyes clear up slightly, zoning in on your lips. you swirl your tongue around the straw, pulling out another small whine from him, you can feel him suck on your fingers harder. each swirl around your fingers sends a wave of heat straight to your core and you can’t help by grind down onto him. he chokes on a gasp, releasing your fingers. you grind down onto his cock again as you bring your finger to your mouth, saliva now strung between your lips and his.

“p-please”

this is your favorite part. he’s always so shy about it— voice barely above a whisper, you feel his begging more than you hear it, the slight crack in his voice , breath ghosting over your lips.

your thumb slips into his mouth and your eyes focus on the pretty pink lips that close around it. you can feel your heart swell at seeing his cheeks hollow out. you almost give him everything right then and there- the idea of him fucking himself onto you, the deepest red that spreads from his cheeks to his chest. the pink that tickles the shell of his ears that seems to grow brighter with every stroke of his cock and declaration of praise. you lose yourself in the whines and hiccupy moans that hazily seep past his lips— he same lip that bares his bottom teeth as you slowly pull your thumb from his mouth.

moving beneath you, trying to create some (any) friction against the warmth in his lap, armin rolls his hips to grind against your ass and you’re tempted to place your hands on his shoulders and meet him halfway, simply to see his eyes grow dark with want

“please what?”, you taunt— knowing the answer but still just needing to hear his soft, pretty voice say the words. needing to see the color taint his cheeks just a little bit darker.

he can’t even meet your eyes when he fiddles with the hem of your shirt “you know…” his voice already barely above a whisper.

“i do?”, you let your fingers find their way under his shirt teasing the skin just above the waistband of his pants and you revel in the little hitch in his breath and the way his stomach quiver. “how can i know what you want if you don’t say it?” your right hand slips under the waistband of his underwear and you palm against his cock— loving the way he tenses, feeling his dick twitch in his pants. “you’re so hard,” there’s amusement and the tiniest bit of wonder in your voice— as if you haven’t been teasing him this whole time.

ghosting your nails down his length and thumb at the slit, smearing the cum on his tip. you send armin a smile that contrasts the blown out look in your eyes when he hisses through his teeth.

he’s holding back. bottom lip taken between his teeth and blue eyes fluttering shut, chest still with the breath he’s keeping in.

you chuckle on an exhale “breathe, baby.” and armin shoots you a look like ‘how am i supposed to breathe when this is happening right now’ but he does— slowly, body relaxing as much as it can while being under your touch, your heat. you.

“good.” your fingers wrap around his cock, giving it a firm tug. loving the whine it pulls from him. “you should save it for all those adorable moan filled sobs i’ll have pouring out of you in a little bit”

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lunaslovelyrambles · 3 years

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i cried my eyes out w that scenario pls 😭, if it’s not too many problem, can i request a hc based on that scenario but it happens w eren’s and armin’s s/o? (separately) if you don’t wanna do it it’s completely fine! ty <33

sorry this took so long! i kept writing and rewriting it bc i was unhappy with eren’s part. please give me feedback on the whole thing bc i feel like it’s a bit ooc for eren..? so any feedback is appreciated!

anyway- hope you enjoy this anon! and i’m glad you enjoyed my other scenario haha

this is the scenario they are referring to

spoilers for s4 ep8

some mentions of blood + dying, but nothing graphic

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eren jaeger

Eren knew what he was getting himself into. He knew from the start that whatever he did would not end well. He knew it.

He knew exactly what he was doing when he distanced himself from you, from the rest of the Scouts. As much as it hurt all of you. He knew what he needed to do.

You tried to keep in contact with him in any way possible. Just to make sure he was okay. But you never got a letter back.

Until one day, when you and the Scouts get one detailing what is to be an attack on Libero.

It fills you with some hope to know that you might get to see the man you loved so much after so long. However, you also feel a sense of dread over this plan of his. It’s.. unlike him.

You stayed on the airship with Hange and Onyankopon to assist with the recon after the battle’s finished.

You’re one of the first people to see Eren as he boards the airship. And it breaks your heart to see him. He’s so.. different.

He barely even spares you a glance on the airship. His eyes flicker to you for less than a second before looking back at the floor. It broke you.

You wanted to reach out to him, hold him, talk to him for even a second to ask him about these past few years. Anything to just be with.. him.

But he’s pulled away too fast. He’s taken to the other room by Captain Levi and you’re left in the other room with too many questions.

Too many questions that go unanswered. As your other comrades board, so does a famously child filled with vengeance.

It only takes one second. One second for you to push Sasha out of the way and one second for you to be on the floor, dying.

And as much as they tried, your companions couldn’t save you. You had lost too much blood at this point.

Connie stood in the doorway- a single tear streaming down his cheek as he relayed the message to the others. You were dead.

Everyone looked at Eren, waiting for him to show even the slightest bit of a distraught reaction. But he didn’t. He was looking at the ground with empty eyes.

He asks about you in your last moments. If you said anything or things of that sort.

Connie tells him that the last thing you ever said was his name with a smile.

He doesn’t say anything more. He lets the others yell at him all they want for his reaction, for him not saying anything, for him causing this stupid war. He just takes it.

Because deep down inside him, he has a feeling they are right. Your death is his fault. And he hates himself for it.

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armin arlet

Armin was very aware of how risky the attack on Libero could be, and he often spoke to you about his anxieties regarding Eren’s goals- and even about just Eren.

Even with how calculated and prepared he tried to be, he knew that the possibility of failure and death was always there.

Every mission he was scared of death. Not his own death; he knew his days were numbered since becoming the Colossal Titan. He was more scared of your death than anything.

You were his everything. Since joining the Scouts. You were always there when he felt at his lowest. Especially now, with Eren being a practically different person, he turned to you often to confide in you.

And you were always there for him when the days seemed darkest.

When the day of the raid came, he hugged you a little tighter and kissed you a little longer before parting ways.

There was this pit in his stomach that he couldn’t shake as he watched you leave him. It was almost like a feeling of dread, like no matter what something was going to happen.

He wished he’d listened to himself. Maybe, just maybe, if he had, you wouldn’t have died.

He stupidly let his guard down when you were both on the airship and safe. He stupidly left your side to go see Eren and Mikasa.

He should’ve brought you with him, or stayed with you or something. Anything.

When Connie busts in the door he automatically assumes the worst, but he gets increasingly concerned when a tear rolls down his cheek.

He announces that you’ve been shot and are losing a lot of blood, most likely dead by this point. And that’s all it takes for Armin to shove past him towards you. This can’t be happened- you can’t die. You weren’t supposed to die before him.

He almost doesn’t believe Connie until he sees your barely alive body on the ground of the ship, and blood pooling around your body.

You weakly smile as you see him and say his name in a low, raspy voice before going limp on the ground.

He’s shattered. His whole world goes gray. You were his everything, his drive, his motive. And now he doesn’t know what to do.

His hand grips yours tightly as he bawls relentlessly on the floor. He squeezes your hand tighter in hopes that it would bring you back somehow.

It doesn’t. No matter how hard he begs for you to come back you don’t.

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healpeony · 3 years

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 | 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐭. 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐈. 𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; After having that little talk with Armin in the party, Y/n just have to remind Eren who he belongs to.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 + 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; mature, 18+, series, fanfiction.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; Profane, reader gets called mistress, slapping, degradation, vaginal penetrative sex, hand job, edging, pet names, alcohol, sub Eren, dom reader.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 3.5k

Notes; this took longer to write than I expected, I wanted to try and use new words and not the same ones each time so it was a little difficult xd. I hope you guys enjoy reading it. sorry for any mistakes.

THE RESTING BITCH FACE THAT YOU HAD wasn't caused by the loud music that was going on in the party busting loud through the speakers, it was the fact that Armin was speaking to Eren making those lovely (and lust) filled eyes that the brunette failed to notice. You hated how the blonde looked at Eren, couldn't Armin understand that Eren was yours?

"Y/n, are you listening?"

The sudden sound of your name coming out of Eren's mouth took your attention away from Armin — who you realize was making eye contact with you returning the same look you were giving him — Eren of course not noticing. Turning towards the teal eyed boy, you stared at him with an apologetic look for not having heard him.

"Sorry, what was that, love? I didn't quite catch it"

"Armin was asking if you would like a refill of wine?" Eren asked putting an arm around your smaller frame

"Sure, Armin!"

You smiled, a little too sweet. Armin returned the same smile before looking at Eren "What would you like?" his voice as soft as a feather

imbecile.

"I want a glass of whis-"

"I think that is enough Eren, you have drunk way too much already"

Eren was about to protest, but when you gave him a stern look it made him shut up immediately. Armin didn't fail to notice this, softly humming at the realization — Eren was submissive towards you despite his stubborn and dom energy infront of others.

"I'll get the drinks for us then" Armin said before leaving the you both alone

"Y/n...." Eren whined "Why can't I drink?!"

"Because I said so, don't get started with that bratty attitude"

"But I just had two glasses of whiskey! That is not even a lot.." he continued "You can't always tell me what to d—"

You didn't bother to look around to make sure nobody was watching — before you grabbed both side of Eren's cheeks squeezing them with one hand. You were already angry enough and here Eren was making that emotion grow with that attitude of his.

"If you don't stop right this instant, you're going to be punished right here" you told him through gritted teeth

Eren immediately shut up, only opening his mouth to let out a submissive "Sorry mistress" hanging his head low when you let go of his face

"Good boy" you murmured, taking his face in both of your hands more gently than before and kissing him sweetly on the lips

"I'm going to check if Armin needs any help"

You were absolutely not going to let that happen. The thought of Eren alone with that man made you feel something so pathetic and childish, Jealousy why would you feel that, when the blonde can't never take Eren away from you.

Eren did not feel the same for Armin. That was what you kept telling yourself.

"I'll check, you stay here"

You stood up walking towards the kitchen passing by a lot of the drunk young adults. The smell was disgusting, you obviously expected that since the party have been going on since the afternoon and it was already night outside. Sasha sure loved planning long lasting parties, it has happened two times this month.

As you neared the kitchen you caught a glimpse of the unmistakable blonde man, he was pushing people out of his way with just a glare to get to the cabinet where the wines were located, the sleeves of his button up shirt were pushed up to his elbows.

Armin Arlert was an attractive man, anyone was lying if they said he wasn't, including you. Most of the time half of his blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail, some strands falling on his face making his beautiful — yet intimidating to some — ocean eyes stand out, his signature colors being black and dark blue, those colors did made him more handsome then he already was, always making even the smallest of his features stand out.

"Are you going to stand there and glare at me forever or what?"

You rolled your eyes at the man, walking around to the other side of the kitchen counter where he was pouring some whiskey for himself while your already filled glass of wine seated in the counter. You took it bringing the blood red drink towards your lips while looking right into Armin's eyes.

You loved drinking wine, you had always liked the bittersweet taste it had and no matter how much glasses of wine you drank, it never made you that drunk. You were used to it by now.

"So what are you doing here?" he rested his hip against the counter, one arm crossed around his chest with his whiskey in the other hand

"To help, well Eren wanted to come. We both know you didn't need help bringing Whiskey and wine"

You knew exactly what Eren really wanted, you know your brunette lover like the back of your hand. For you he was an open book, It was stupid on his part to assume you didn't know why he wanted to go into the kitchen.

When the boy wanted something he was way too stubborn to let anyone tell him no, including you. He wanted to come and drink the whiskey in the kitchen while you waited for them to return in the living room couch.

Armin studied you while you were lost in the sea of thoughts, you were so easy to read even when you thought otherwise, he knew how much you disliked him and how you wanted him far away from Eren — that obviously wasn't going to happen, he knew Eren first, if anybody had to leave it was you — sometimes he would notice how you would get scare of his intimidating aura, and then cover it up with a comment.

That couldn't make him more satisfied, knowing how he can easily get a reaction from you.

"Yeah, pretty smart guy huh?" Armin said sarcastically, a chuckle coming out of his throat before drinking from his whiskey and continuing with a taunting look while gazing at you "tonight he looks really handsome, don't you think?"

He had done this many times before, he would wait until you both were alone and would tell you what he thought of Eren's looks. It was irritating and made your jealousy grow, but you always kept yourself as calm as you could just like in this situation.

"Yeah, he really is. I'm pretty sure a lot of people are jealous that I have him. Don't you think?" you smirked at him, mocking his tone

"Yeah, I'm sure. But Eren isn't an object, you don't own him and you don't have him. He's a human being" this time his voice had gone back that innocent one that made your blood boil and the intimidation seem to have disappear from his eyes

"Please tell me you two aren't fighting again"

You felt stupid. of course that was the reason of his sudden change of demeanor, Eren was there. Armin did this frequently, be talking to you in his “true self” then put up the timid and good boy facade whenever the brunette walked into the room.

"I thought I told you to stay in the living room"

Your voice was low and Eren could clearly hear the anger behind it, you didn't do this often, you would always keep your cool and never let him know about your negative feelings. It was like you wanted him to hear the anger in the tone you used, and that did nothing but scared him.

"Yeah, but you took too long..."

Eren was beginning to regret coming to the kitchen, the glare he was receiving making his knees weak, he wanted to drop down on the floor and humilate himself by apologizing to you over and over like you were his god, but his pride was too big. You mentally smirked in satisfaction when you noticed this, but your eyes remained in a glare, you loved the effect you had on him.

"I think it's getting late, we should go back home right, baby?" you had walked closer to you poor baby, playing with his key necklace

"Y—yeah, I think we should" he anxiously said, Eren knew he couldn't say no to you anyways

"Armin, it was a pleasure to talk to you" you said turning to the blonde and hugging him, whispering in his ear "Don't worry about Eren, he's going to have an incredible time for the rest of the night" you pulled away giving him a smile

You grabbed Eren's arm not giving him a chance to properly say goodbye to Armin, walking him out the kitchen and living room, making sure to avoid any of your friends on the way.

Armin stood in the kitchen holding the glass of whiskey tightly, his lips pressed hard together. Words couldn't describe how much he disliked you, from the moment he met you — since Eren had already told him, he had a crush on you before you two met — to this moment now. But there was something about you that was intoxicating, he found himself doing things that annoyed you on purpose, innocently flirting with the oblivious Eren for example.

The blonde couldn't deny the fact that he felt an attraction towards you, he wanted nothing more than to fuck that attitude out of you, to see you falling apart on his arms — moaning, screaming, crying his name while he fucked submissiveness into you —he wanted to see you begging for him. But he also wanted Eren, the boy looking at him with his teal eyes full of tears, needing his cock, just imagining the boy following his every command made him go hard.

But again, Armin could only imagine what you were going to do with Eren tonight.

Meanwhile you and Eren were already in his car, you in the passenger seat while the latter was in the drivers seat. The ride as been filled with a silence in it, so far only the soft music coming from the radio — which Eren was too nervous to change — made the car ride comfortable, but the tension was still there.

That was until you started humming, which you only did when you needed to calm yourself down.

The two hands Eren had in the steering wheel tightened their grip on it.

"Do you know why I'm mad Eren?"

Your voice was firm, no emotion detected in it. That trait of yours never failed to make him feel small, but he loved the sound of you voice, he found it soo graceful, he felt so lucky to have you as his girlfriend. The fact that he knew what was about to come after they have this conversation, where he explains what he did wrong — made his cock stand up for attention in his pants, he was so ready for you.

"Armin."

"What about Armin?"

He had no idea on how to answer that correctly, you would always complain about the blonde accusing him of acting differently when Eren wasn't there even to the point of saying Armin wanted to fuck him. Of course he didn't believe that, Eren was aware that Armin was an adult, but the blonde would never think of doing that with him — his best friend — he was sure that it was only your overpossesiveness and jealousy.

"He made you mad" the brunette said truly hoping you would like his answer

"How did he made me mad?" you kept pushing, leaning back on your seat vicious eyes looking right at him ready to jump at him at any second while his knuckles became white

"He made you feel jealous, mistress" he elaborated, although he didn't quite understand how him speaking to Armin made you jealous

"Yes he did, what else did you do?"

"I disobeyed a direct order"

"That's right. Now tell me Eren, what happens when you break my rules or make your mistress mad?"

"I get punished."

"You have been such a bad boy, Eren."

"I thought I told you that when I came back from the bathroom that I wanted to see you naked"

You had your hands on your now unclothed hips, a lingerie being the only thing you had on. Eren was laying back on the bed with his underwear still on before he heard your voice and rapidly sitting up.

"I'm so sorry, mistress!"

You tisked shaking your head "What's wrong with you today? You're being soo disobedient..."

Eren stood up from the bed, walking towards you and dropping to his knees, tears in his eyes, he didn't want you to not let him cum tonight.

"I promise to be good for you, I'll do better!"

You bend over grabbing his chin softly stroking it with a sadistic smile, "I'll be soo happy the day I see you being a good boy"

Your teeth made contact with his bottom lip pulling it, Eren moaning at the feeling and smiling up at you when you let go.

"You're so pretty. I love having such a pretty looking thing all to myself.."

"All yours, Eren"

That was the end of the little moment, because of the slap sound coming from your hand making contact with the brunette's cheek.

Eren felt tears already forming in his eyes, but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of crying too fast. Hiding his teary eyes from you was useless though, since you took a hold of his hair squatting down behind him.

"Don't think the that would've gotten you a way out of your punishment. You're pathetic" you whispered in his ear, your hot breath fanned over his skin making shivers go down his spine "Take those off for me, kitten" you told him motioning to his underwear while getting back up

Eren stood up taking off his underwear as fast a he could, his cock slapping his pelvis, excitement shooting through his veins for what was about to come.

You looked at him up and down making his cheeks go red, even though you have already seem him like this many times.

"Aww, is my baby blushing?" you pouted taking a hold of his cock making him let out a surprised gasp

"Y—Y/n" he moaned when you started moving your hand up and down, from his tip to his balls

"What was that? What did you called me?" you asked, the pace of your hand being painfully slow, glaring daggers at him while pushing him towards the bed making him sit down

"Mistress, I'm sorry..."

He wished your pace would be faster, you of course continued to torment him keeping the same pace for a while.

"Why are you being like this, Eren?"

"I don't — ahh — understand, mistress."

"Breaking rules, letting Armin flirt with you, everything that you have done today..."

With each said word the pace increased, your hand moving faster making Eren let out loud groans that echoed on the walls of your bedroom.

"Quiet! I have heard your stupid voice more than enough today."

Eren nodded, if you wanted him to shut up you obviously didn't want him to answer verbally.

You were the love of his life, the one person who knew how submissive he actually was. Someone who could give him the relief he needed, but also the one who could add more pressure to him. Someone who showered him with kissed, but also punished him for his bad actions.

You were his balance. The reason behind his now stable life. No matter what happened or how much you two argue, you were always there for each other.

Just like he was there for you to take out your frustrations, by obeying you and comforting you.

Your hand were still on his cock, and your lips were now rather occupied. Biting, sucking and kissing the soft skin of his neck, making sure to leave the marks on places that were noticeable.

Eren was a whimpering mess, gripping your left arm trying to pull you closer, but you ended up freeing your arm and pulling his hair to make him stop from doing it again.

Even though he was a sub, he never submitted completely, always tried to have some control over you thinking that he can just do whatever he wants whenever you're punishing him. He knew it was a lost battle, you never let him feel any power over you. You had the control of his entire body — you decide when he cums, you decide what he calls you, you decide when he should or shouldn't masturbate, you decided what he was going to be looking at, you decided what he should wear.

You were his mistress and he was there to obey you.

"I'm close.." he moaned, his head thrown back

You immediately pulled away, standing up with your tongue licking your fingers taking the remaining of pre cum into your mouth. Eren led out a whine, looking up at you, now he had let the tears fall down freely.

You chuckled shaking your head.

"You seriously didn't think it was going to be that easy, kitten"

"please" he begged "I'll do anything... I will be good, I promise!"

"sure, sure. I don't believe that words speak better than actions crap, Eren. You have to show me that you are going to do better"

You smirked before saying "In the mean time, you should face the consequences of your own actions, don't you think?"

Eren let out a sob as you edged him for the fourth time of the night, his hands and legs were shaking. Tears were running down his faces, some were dry, and some were being kissed away by your lips.

You were now sitting on his cock your hips moving at a agonizingly slow pace, one of your hands was on his cheek caressing the soft skin under his eye with your thumb.

"It's ok now, baby. You can cum” you smiled down at him while the pace of your hips kept getting quicker

“Thank you, mistress... thank you...” he breathlessly keep murmuring the two words while his cum painted the walls deep inside of you

You threw your head back moaning getting off at the feeling of his cum in you. slowly you came down from your high letting out little pants, while Eren did the same trying to catch his breath.

“Are you ok?” you asked pulling yourself off of him, missing the fullness of his cock in you as you did

“Yeah, thank you.” he lazily smiled, his voice husky and eyes fighting to stay open

“Eren, you won't sleep with all that sweat and cum on you. I'mma run you a bath, don't fall asleep” you commanded before standing up from the bed feeling his cum tripping from inside of you and onto your thighs

You look back towards the bed and chuckled when you saw that Eren had closed his eyes most likely already sleeping.

You of course weren't going to allow him to sleep like that still.

Armin looked at the blonde girl under him, the movement of his hips making her boobs jiggle. He didn't even remember her name, he had seen her talking to you a couple of times, she was soo feisty and not easy to get, refusing to even flirt back with him — his manipulative persona did wonders on people, and that's what changed her mind — in some way it reminded him of you, that might be the reason why you two have spoken before.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why he choose her to get his dick wet.

Her pussy was tight barely letting him move and he could only guess that she didn't do this often. He was unsatisfied.

However everytime he looked down at her it wasn't her face he was seeing, it was yours, the moans of his name that she led out were replaced with your own moans — the ones he created in his head when trying to imagine how you sound like — when she scratched his back all he could imagine was your pretty hands and nails doing that to him. And that made him feel good enough.

This has happened before, but what he said next has never occurred and it shocked him as much as it shocked the girl.

“y/n...”

he had moaned your name.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠; @mallang @namrekcaivel if you want to be added or removed let me know!

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blushing-titan · 3 years

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My reasons to ship Erehisu

About two weeks ago, I got an anonymous ask that reads:

what made you ship erehisu? I don't ship anyone in the series (and defo not eremika lol) and I want to understand the reasons

...but when I tried to answer it on my app, it turned out that I can only post 10 pictures per post, so I decided to make a longer, regular one with my thoughts on this topic 😄 Erehisu remains one of my favorite ships in the series (...with the other ones being Yumi/hisu and Levi/han), so I really enjoy talking about it (...well, at least I did, before I started moving away from the series after that mess of a finale). Without further ado, my reasons to ship Erehisu are under the cut (just a quick warning: the pictures are obviously not mine, and there are some anti-eremika themes in this post).

They had an actual developement

As we know: in the beginning, Historia was pretending to be this good, selfless girl Krista. Later on, we learn that Eren was not particularly fond of her façade (...keep in mind he was the only person who noticed that she was acting off, too - obviously excluding Ymir, who was Historia's closest person and knew about her secret). As Historia chooses to embrace her identity and stop pretending, his opinion on her changes - he reassures her and appreciates the real Historia.

You’re just normal. Just a normal girl who’s absurdly honest. (Eren, ch. 54)

Eren...that day...the time you called me...normal. That made me really...happy. (Historia, ch. 65)

Later on, after Historia saves Eren in the Reiss cave, his thoughts on her change even further. There isn't just something that he likes about her anymore - instead, he starts to actually admire her strength and actions.

(ch. 68)

(ch. 70)

Even further on, he prioritizes her safety and hides an important piece of information that could help Paradis' cause - only because it could potentially put Historia in harm's way.

(ch. 89)

(ch. 90)

(ch. 106)

Keep in mind that there was a time skip in between these chapters, which means Eren kept this secret for years. He hid it even from Armin and Mikasa. After it's finally revealed, he strongly disagrees with, and fights against Historia becoming a titan for the sake of the island. Eren’s sentiment towards Historia is even noticed by Hanji on a few different occasions - it’s something that Hanji brings up while questioning him, later on.

(ch. 107)

Eren also meets Historia in secret, warns her of danger, and downright doesn't let her sacrifice herself - even when she assures him that she's ready to do it.

(ch. 130)

She's also one of the only people with whom he shares the information about the rumbling. He also brings up her own words that she said to him back in the Reiss cave.

(ch. 130)

I believe he doesn't fight for her just because she's one of his friends. It's a natural progression that comes from the shared experience they had in the Reiss cave. Eren got to know and appreciate the real Historia, so whenever she reverts back to the Krista persona, he's there to remind her that she should live for herself and don't let others use her - just like Ymir told her, and just like Historia told him in the Reiss cave. When Eren stands up for Historia in ch. 107 and blatantly refuses to let her get sacrificed, she's actually touched to the point of tearing up.

Their relationship changes and deepens with time, and it's actually shown in the manga - not just as symbols or small hints, but actual, full-fledged conversations/actions. In my opinion, this should be the base of any well-estabilished ship. We have quite a few one-on-one moments with these two that illustrate this progression. There are also panels in which we can peak into Eren's thoughts on Historia, which makes for an unfiltered source of his opinions on her.

They can relate to each other

Something I find really important as well is that Eren and Historia can find each other very relatable, and therefore - understand each other's struggles better.

Both were used by their fathers, and both caused their demise. Both were fiercely protected by someone. Both felt like the world would be better without them, at some point. Both had a big role to play, despite having doubts if they can do it right (Eren, being humanity's titan; Historia, being the queen). Both wanted to sacrifice themselves for their people's sake - and both intervened, saving each other from actually going through with this decision.

Their relationship is well-balanced

Eren and Historia don't clash when it comes to their personalities. As their relationship grows, they mutually admire, protect and motivate each other, while still remaining two separate characters - with their own goals and traits. They freely talk to each other about their struggles; they also care about each other’s actual feelings on them.

(ch. 54)

(ch. 70)

I can easily see them as partners, which is something I've always had troubles with when it comes to EM. It's just hard not to make this comparison, since Mikasa's character has always been pretty much fully centered around Eren, which - in my eyes - made their relationship look unbalanced and toxic. I've already spoke about my issues with EM in depth in this post, so I won't elongate this one with repeating the same arguments - still, one of the reasons I started shipping Erehisu in the first place is the fact that I immediately saw it as a much more normal, healthy, and well-balanced alternative to EM.

Parallels and relevance to the story’s themes

Parallels are something that, for some reason, make a lot of people mad. I have no idea why - these things appear in the manga, so why not talk about them?

Aside from parallels between Eren and Historia (...please, keep in mind that I didn’t list all of them in this post), there are also a lot of obvious parallels between Historia and the founder Ymir - to the point, when the entire Requiem der Morgenröte ending revolves around this theme:

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I've also already spoke about how Ymir/Historia parallels could possibly be tied to Eren in this answer.

(Historia on the cover of vol. 16/Ymir in ch. 122)

Aside from that, there are a few subtle Grisha/Dina and Eren/Historia parallels, as well. Historia is a royal, hiding as a regular person - just like Dina did, before joining the revivalists. Dina also tears up when Grisha stands up for Eldians, just like Historia does when Eren stands up for her.

(ch. 68)

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Quite interestingly, in a lot of these parallels Historia and Eren act in an opposite way as to previous generations. While Frida teaches Historia to be a good, selfless girl, Historia ends up abandoning this persona to save herself and Eren in the Reiss cave. She doesn’t want to devote herself to fate - instead, she’s prepared for a showdown with it. While the founder Ymir’s children are ordered to eat their own mother to ensure her power’s succession (...and a few hundred years later, Grisha fights to return the founder’s power back to his wife - Dina), Eren does everything he can to ensure Historia and her children are safe and never even titanised in the first place.

As the story unfolds, we learn about it’s leading themes - some of which are: oppression and fighting for freedom, desire to change history, the mechanism of circle of hate, and how it affects children who are a part of it. In my eyes, Erehisu just perfectly fit with these themes, especially considering how later on Historia’s pregnancy was handled in the manga.

There were countless ways to answer the who’s the father question? immediately, without even starting up conversation about it - for example, I don’t understand why it was needed to bring up the fact that Historia didn’t marry the farmer in the first place. What was it’s purpose, aside from stirring up theories - especially considering how in the last chapter it’s revealed that they are married, after all? Why end up the Eren/Historia flashback on the What do you think about me having a child? question, when the whole conversation they had beforehand was literally about Eren disagreeing with Historia wanting to get pregnant just to save herself? It doesn’t make sense, and led me (and many other readers - judging from opinions I read online and chapter reactions on youtube) to belive that there were other reasons, and that there was more to this conversation then was initially shown.

If the conclusion to this plotline was always supposed to be that she got pregnant just to save herself...then what was this mysterious built-up for? Why show this conversation in the first place, and in such a weird manner, too? Why not have Historia just say it out loud in ch. 130: yes, I got pregnant to save myself in the beginning, and spare us this whole I will not allow it talk...you know, instead of ending the conversation on the What do you think about me having a child? when the whole previous talk was about Eren fighting against it? Where’s the logic?

The truth is - from my perspective, Erehisu had a lot of logical build up that would benefit the story, and stay true to it’s already established themes and both characters’ previous developement. On top of that, I also think they simply had great chemistry.

That’s all from me today 😄 I apologize you had to wait so long for this, anon...life got in the way, and as I said - I think I’m just getting over this series. Hope you’re doing well anyway 😊

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