Eren as your BF headcanons

(feminine presenting reader but no pronouns)

sooo i was gonna write this out as a one shot but i have too much on my plate writing wise, so i thought bullet points would make this easier for all of us hehe anyways this is Eren as your bf obviously, my mind is on a constant cycle of romantic scenarios so this is what it’s like when he comes home to you (something that i think about wayyyy too often)

• so imagine you’re on the couch, lounging casually, reading a book, any book it can be your favorite book.
• it’s late afternoon so the sun is slowly slipping down towards the horizon giving your living room a nice golden glow
• there are bright green plants that litter the room, you’re lying on the most wonderfully soft velvet couch
• a playlist of classic love songs from the 50’s is playing in the background (i have this playlist if y’all want the link, it’s what helps me come up with most of my content lmao)
• anyways, you’re having a lovely time just reading, your knees propped up, your head resting on a cute throw pillow
• life is peaceful, life is good
• then the wonderful and familiar sound of a key in the lock sounds out into the room, the front door of your small apartment slowly opening to reveal your tired yet handsome boyfriend, Eren Jaeger
• you try to stifle your laughter but a soft chuckle bubbles up from your chest
• his features were twisted up in a pout, his button up already in a disarray from him loosening his tie,
• but then he saw you, on the couch and his face softens, his dark furrowed brows relaxing, his pink lips splitting into that crooked grin you’ve always loved
• he also chuckles softly at the sight of you, your long skirt splayed out across the couch, the colors of your skirt and the furniture match bc you always tend to buy things in your favorite color (he tends to tease you about this, always stating how he’ll one day loose you in a sea of your favorite color)
• he doesn’t say a word, just drops his bag on the wooden floor where it lands with a dull thud
• and then he immediately crawls on top of you
• he gently pulls the book free from your grasp, and throws it to the side, effectively loosing your spot, but you don’t complain. you’ve read it a thousand times
• instinctively your legs find themselves on either side of his hips, your skirt slowly slipping over your thighs exposing your smooth skin, he’s pressing into you so nicely and completely and it fills all of your senses up with this man
• one of Eren’s hands is already there on the plush skin of your thigh, his other arm slithering behind your head, his face already tucked into the crook of your neck, he’s dragging in your devine scent, which he’s become obsessed with over the years
• “how was your day, darling” you ask (i find that nickname so tender, but also don’t let me dictate the nicknames you give this man, call him whatever you want)
• he just groans against your skin, bringing goosebumps with the tickle of his breath
• “that bad, huh?” you laugh, running your fingers through his hair, he recently got it cut, but it’s already growing out, you’re kind of jealous of how fast this man’s hair grows
• “could be worse” he shrugs, and before you could ask how, his head pops up from its hiding place
• his lips find yours in a gentle kiss, he tastes like altoids mints, and you know it’s because he likes to keep a pack in the middle compartment of his car
• and just from his kiss and the taste of him you feel that deep primal ache in your core (you know the one i’m talking about, ;;;))) but you don’t make any moves bc he’s had a long day and you don’t want to attack him right off the bat!! (even though he looks so fucking hot in the golden sun, his tan skin practically glowing, his teal eyes shining)
• the kiss was short, but it doesn’t take long for him to dip his head down again, kissing you deeper
• he pulls a small whimper from you and you can feel him grin into the kiss
• “i love the little sounds you make when i kiss you” he murmurs into your lips, and you push on his chest softly causing him to pull back, he’s grinning still
• you pout bc you’re a little embarrassed but he just laughs and kisses you again and again and again until your pout disappears and the smile that brings him home everyday returns :)))

okay that was kind of corny… but i legitimately think about this scenario more often than i should and i just needed to write down some version of it.. i hope you enjoyed!! and if you have any little scenarios like this you wanna send in feel free!!!!!!! love you guys :)))

Love Thy Neighbor | Ch. 2

Neighbor!AU, Eren x Fem!Reader

Content:Enemies to Lovers, Smut

Warnings:Female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, 18+, Minors DNI

Summary:Eren and the Reader are growing accustomed to being neighbors. This comes with the uncharted territory of finding out how thin their walls really are.

Masterlist

A/N: Soo, I’m sick. Which means I can’t go into work today. Which also means I’ll be sitting here bored. And I think something that will make feel better is posting chapter 2. :) I hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 2

For Eren Jaeger, there were very few things in his life that were constant. The first was his best friend, Armin, who managed to weasel into his life when they were in grade school. Armin had sort of latched onto Eren ever since he saved him from the class bully. He remembered that day clearly. He was walking home from school when he passed by an alley on the way. There was Armin, closing in on himself as the larger kid shadowed over him. Eren wasn’t that strong himself, but he had enough determination to tell the bully off. Eren was pretty sure the kid stayed away just so he wouldn’t have to deal with the nuisance that Eren was, rather than being too scared to try again. Either way Armin was grateful. After that he wouldn’t leave Eren’s side. And though it was annoying at first, Eren had come to find that he cared for the smaller blond man. Now he couldn’t imagine a life without him.

The second was his job. He was a video game developer for Titan Entertainment. One look at Eren and you wouldn’t assume that he was interested in something as nerdy as coding, but he grew up loving every detail of what went into video games. Soon enough, he went to university with a major in software engineering and now he had a job where he loved what he was doing. That’s all that really mattered to the man. Since he didn’t waste any of his time on doing anything that he wasn’t even remotely interested in.

That seemed to be the extent of what was constant in his life. Every other aspect of his life was erratic to say the least. Eren didn’t have ‘the usual’ at any coffee shop. He never read the same book twice. He always found himself in foreign places around the city every night. He even had a different woman lying in his bed every other morning after venturing to those new places. Eren liked to think of himself as a nomad. Traveling constantly and never settling down. Taking what he needed and leaving behind what he didn’t. He never stayed past the agreed upon lease at any apartment he had lived in. Hence why he was in this new apartment.

Though with this new apartment, he sensed that his usual way of life was being threatened. As the days passed he realized that there was a brand new constant that kept popping up. Ever since their encounter at the parking spot he had been running into Y/N every single day.

As it turns out, the two of them arrived home from work at the exact same time. He wondered why this didn’t happen during the week when he first moved in, but then he realized he was working overtime that week since his company was finishing up their newest video game for its release that was coming up in a few days. Now that he was back on his usual work schedule, it felt like the only person he ran into these days was Y/N.

One would think that this abrupt contradiction to his need for inconsistencies would bother him. Hell, even he thought that her constant presence would be an annoyance. But for some reason it didn’t. Maybe it was because the girl intrigued him. He never thought he would meet anyone who would have such a strong vendetta against him. Especially one that started over a parking spot. And here she was, in all her glory, and he had found that it was quite fun messing with her. It was like someone had placed a large red button in front of him, telling him not to press it, knowing damn well that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.

“Well look who it is.” Eren heard himself say as soon as he turned off the engine to his motorcycle. He pulled off his helmet, watching as the girl stood up after chaining the back wheel of her moped. “Fancy seeing you here, Kid.”

“Are you going to say that every time?” She rolled her eyes, slinging her camera bag over her shoulder.

“As long as I keep getting that warm welcome from you, consider it done.” Eren grinned as he swung his leg over his bike and followed her towards the building, holding his helmet underneath his arm.

“I thought you said I wouldn’t be seeing you around.” Y/N pointed out, as she opened the glass door that led into the lobby. Eren placed his hand on it to hold it open as she moved inside.

“And I thought you said you were planning on never speaking to me again, and yet, here we are.” Eren retorted.

“Touché.” Y/N breathed, pressing the button to the elevator. Their words died in the air between them and they were silent for just a moment. Eren took this time to study the girl. She was far prettier than she probably knew. Though, of course, he noticed that from the moment he met her. It was hard for him not to notice how attractive a woman is. Especially when that woman hated him from the moment she met him. God, he felt like a cliché. The one time a woman doesn’t fall at his feet and suddenly he’s too curious about her for his own good. Though this couldn’t have been genuine interest. He was just amused by her hatred for him. This meant nothing… right?

But then he thought, since when had he cared about the people who lived in his building? Out of all the places he lived, he had never tried to get close to anyone since he knew it was only temporary. So, why was it so different now?

“Take a picture, it will last longer.” The girl recited, effectively pulling Eren out of his thoughts. She looked over at Eren, catching him in the act of staring her down. He quickly averted his gaze, facing the elevator doors as they finally opened.

“Hey, don’t mind me, Kid, I’m just trying to get to know my neighbor.” Eren said in an effort to save himself, as they both stepped into the elevator. Which seemed to work, since he noticed that Y/N rolled her eyes, the tell tale sign that she was annoyed by his actions, proving that this particular one was believable.

“Well, I’m starting to think that I know a little bit too much about you.” Y/N said, which confused Eren, as they hadn’t had a conversation that was any deeper than small talk.

For the past couple of weeks, Y/N had noticed that Eren was quite the busy man. To her dismay, she had realized that they not only shared a parking space, but they also, in fact, shared a wall. Which was only proven to her when she heard the unmistakable sound of moans filtering through the thin walls of her apartment.

It’s not like Y/N was a prude when it came to sex. She had a fair share of partners within her life. But she had never met anyonewho had been so… vocal, when it came to such an intimate experience. She herself had only let herself get so loud when she knew no one else could hear her except for the person she was with. So, it was jarring for her to hear the obvious sounds of sex coming from the other side of the room.

At first, she had thought that Eren had a girlfriend. But as they continued living as neighbors, she noticed that it was a new woman everyday, who was leaving his apartment. She didn’t know if that fact was relieving or not. But she also wondered why she cared at all. It’s not like she was interested in him or anything. He was just noticeable. Mainly because he seemed like the type of man that wanted to be noticed. And unfortunately for her, he was getting what he wanted. How couldn’t she notice when he made the women he was with sound like that.Y/N shook her head, trying to rid the thought of how good he was in bed. She registered how his features twisted with confusion.

“Did you know we share a wall?” Was all she said for an explanation, as she pressed the button for their floor. Eren’s eyes widened with realization.

“Apparently, I didn’t.” He responded. His eyes roamed over the figure of the girl beside him. From her body language he could tell that she was shy about the idea of him having sex on the other side of the wall. The thought that she was so innocent caused his stomach to churn with something unexpected. For some reason he found that this side of her was… endearing.

“Well, I hope you enjoy the show.” Eren said next. He didn’t really know why he said it. All he knew was that it would get her riled up. And apparently, he liked her when she was riled up.

“It’s not so much about meenjoying it.” Y/N said, and she didn’t have to explain the rest of her thought. Eren knew what she was alluding to. It’s as if she were daring him. Daring him to admit that he liked to be heard. That he liked to be known. Known by her. Eren looked over at her, slightly surprised that she was that bold. The way she held his stare surprised him too. He opened his mouth to send back a retort but he couldn’t find the words. Y/N took this as her cue to continue.

“Will you just keep it down? Some of us like to sleep.” She muttered, finally breaking eye contact with the man. This seemed to unfreeze him from his stupor.

“What a waste of time.” He joked, and Y/N just shook her head, unamused.

The two of them finally made it to their floor, no other words were exchanged as they journeyed down the hall to their respective apartments. His eyes followed her figure as she stopped in front of her door. Eren watched as she procured her keys from her bag, the soft jingle of metal pulled him back to reality, as he realized that he was observing her once more.

He wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, or why this girl was so interesting to him, especially when she annoyed him like no other. How many times was she going to complain about something he did? Here he was just trying to live his life and she always had something to say. But at the same time, why did he even care? Eren knew nothing about this girl. So why was he so preoccupied by what she thought of him?

Annoyance pierced through Eren’s chest as he unlocked his own door. He wasn’t sure if it was towards Y/N or himself. Maybe both. Without saying anything more to the girl that lived in the apartment next to his, he moved inside, tossing his keys in the bowl that sat on a side table next to his door. As he moved deeper into his apartment, he told himself that this was the last time where he let his thoughts wander to Y/N. She was nobody to him. He wouldn’t waste any more time on her. Eren was reassured by his promise to himself. He knew that he could go about his day, and not have to worry about the girl next door.

~

Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting at her kitchen counter. Her laptop now opened in front of her as she scrolled through the pictures that she had taken earlier this evening. Mikasa, thank god, had a successful meeting with Nanaba, and her pitch was accepted. When the writer had asked Y/N to be the photographer for her piece, Y/N was elated. How could she say no when her friend had worked so hard on this article. And now, after the interviews and photoshoots were finished, all they had to do was polish everything up.

Diving into her work, Y/N noticed that she had spent very little time worrying about her new neighbor. The only times she did think of him, was when she ran into him in the parking lot. Which… now that she thought about it, happened to be everyday. But, that really didn’t matter because as soon as she was behind her door she was back in her own little world. That was until the noises of his… endeavors would bleed through the thin walls of her room. Thus forcing his way into even the private parts of her life. It was suffocating.

Sure, it didn’t happen as often as one would consider a nuisance. But it was enough to annoy the living daylights out of her. If it were anyone else, she would turn a blind eye. Who was she to get involved into someone else’s personal life? But with Eren? For some reason it felt personal. It felt like he was trying to get a rise out of her. And maybe she was just making it up in her head, but the smirk that he gave her every time they met told her otherwise. He liked pushing her buttons, she could tell. It was only in her own determination, that kept her reactions to a minimum. Y/N didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her obvious annoyance with him.

Thankfully, Eren was particularly quiet this afternoon. As she worked on her editing, there were little to no disturbances. Y/N was back to her normal, everyday routine without having to worry about anything other than herself. And it was all that she could have hoped for after the stressful work day she had been through.

Currently, warm water ran gentle streams down her figure as her troubles washed away through the drain. A sigh left her lips as her fingers tangled themselves in the rough mesh of her loofah, scrubbing her skin raw to cleanse herself free from her tension. Her head was empty as the soap formed bubbles at her feet. This was exactly what she needed to relax herself. She was in a state of eternal bliss when she finally exited the shower, as if she were on top of a cloud that carried her to the comfort of her bed. Before she dived into the covers that would eventually coerce her into peaceful slumber, she slipped into her usual pajamas of an oversized t-shirt.

When Y/N’s head rested on her silk pillowcase, a soft smile graced her lips. Finally, the day was over. Her tired eyelids fluttered to a close, hiding the iris of her eyes. The world around her started to fade away as sleep took over her form. She could practically see the sheep that jumped over her head. But then, her eyes shot open at the unmistakable sound of Eren through the walls.

“Fuck.”She heard him say, in a tone that was definitely notinnocent. Her hypothesis was proven right as moans quickly followed after the curse word.

Again?Y/N thought to herself as an annoyed groan left her lips. She turned over, moving deeper under her covers, grabbing a pillow to press against the ear that wasn’t pressed against the bed. She was hoping to protect herself from the inconvenience by blocking out the noise. But alas, it was to no avail, his moans were growing louder and louder. Honestly, how horny was this man that he had to do this almost every night?

At this point, Y/N was over it. Why should she let him get away with disturbing her peace? Before she knew it, her determination and anger had caused her to kick the blankets away from herself. Her feet were practically moving on their own as they brought her through her living room, out of her front door and into the hallway. She finally registered what she was doing when she placed herself in front of his front door. But by that point it was too late, her knuckles had already connected with his door with three sharp knocks.

She thought that she could get away with only that. She could go back to her apartment and hide herself there until he stopped what he was doing. Surely, he was too distracted to hear her knocking at his door at midnight and she wouldn’t have to be confronted with the sight of him, mid-coitus. Y/N turned, thinking that she could leave without having to deal with the consequences of her annoyance finally getting to her. But as she did the door swung open.

Her eyes widened at the sight of him. He was shirtless. Y/N gulped as her eyes wandered the surface of his chiseled upper body, it was glistening with sweat that was obviously there due to his exerted energy. His gray sweats hung low on his hips, accentuating the deep v-line that directed towards his—

Y/N’s eyes snapped up to his face, his attractive features twisted with annoyance, clearly bothered by her presence.

“Can I help you?” He asked, leaning against his door frame, crossing his muscular forearms across his chest. Y/N straightened her back, determined not to get distracted by his stupid good looks. Since she was already here, standing at his door, might as well get what she wanted.

“Did you forget that we shared a wall? Or do my sentences just go one ear and out the other?” Y/N asked, crossing her own arms. Eren stifled a laugh at her disgruntled expression. She was kind of cute when she was angry… The man shook the thought from his mind. No way did he just call her cute when she was disrupting his night. Eren hardened his features as he tried to register what she was saying.

“I’m sorry… What are you talking about?” He finally responded, needing more clarification to what she was complaining about this time.

“Look, I’m glad you’re getting some, I’m sure the stress relief makes you far less of an asshole than you already are.” She told him, and Eren’s mouth quirked up into an amused half-smile at the mention of sex. “But will you and whatever girl you’re with this time, pleasekeep it down, I’ve had a hard enough day as it is without you ruining my sleep.”

Eren tilted his head as he mulled over her words. ‘The girl you’re with’ is what she had said. Which was terribly funny, taking into account that he wasn’t with a girl since he wastrying to be considerate about what she had said earlier. Though without his usual hook-up for the evening he was in desperate need of some release, so he had settled for his hand for the night. Eren had found it quite interesting that she was that in tune with the sounds of his pleasure. In fact, it excited him a little. And since sex was currently on his mind, due to the fact that his cock was in the palm of his hand literally a minute ago, his horniness distracted him from his annoyance. And it wasn’t helping that Y/N was clad in only a gray t-shirt with the emblem of what was most likely the university she graduated from, the soft skin of her thighs on full display.

“Okay, I’ll keep it down.” Eren nodded, and Y/N let out a breath of relief, thinking that this conversation was finally over. But he wouldn’t let her get away. It seemed like she had forgotten. Big. Red. Button. Eren was going to push it. “But, I’ll have you know that there isn’t anybody with me.”

Y/N had begun to turn back to her door, but his words had instantly ceased all movement in her body. He was creating all that noise by himself?Y/N swallowed at the lump that was forming in her throat. Her skin was heating up at the mention of what he did during his own time, but she couldn’t let him get to her. She turned to face him to find a mischievous smirk playing across his features. Realization hit Y/N at that moment, he was trying to tease her. Annoyance caused her to grit her teeth, mostly at herself, since she couldn’t let him have the last word. She willed herself to stop her mouth from moving, but nevertheless Eren got his way, earning a reaction from the girl.

“Off your game, Jaeger?” She asked, calling him by the last name she had inadvertently learned throughout their time of knowing each other. She inwardly cursed at herself for not thinking of anything more clever than that, as Eren’s smirk still stayed plastered on his face.

“Nope,” He said, simply, popping the ‘p’. He rested his head against the door frame, his eyelids hooded as he looked down at her. Y/N felt vulnerable under his gaze. “I just found something new to… pique my interests.”

It was almost immediate, her reaction to his words. It was as if her whole body had erupted into flames right then and there in that hallway. And Eren obviously took notice of this as his grin grew wider. Y/N’s cheeks were flushed from her embarrassment, she crossed her arms over her chest as if Eren had x-ray eyes and could see right through her. Which he wouldn’t even need since her reaction to his words revealed everything she was thinking. The worst part was, he didn’t even say specifically if he meant her. But it almost felt like he did. And now he had irrevocably made her a fool. Y/N hated how good at this he was.

She scowled up at his amused features, “Can you please just be quiet? I’d like to get some sleep without you triggering my gag reflex.”

“Mm, now that’s a thought that’ll keep me going.” Eren responded slyly. His tone of voice was husky and Y/N scoffed at his innuendo.

“Whatever.” She retorted, turning back towards her apartment. “I’m going to bed.”

“Sweet dreams, Kid.” Was the last thing she heard before her door was fully shut behind her, making Eren triumphant in having the last word.

~

Y/N’s hands immediately found her cheeks in an effort to subside the heat that had rushed to her face. Her back was flush up against her front door as she tried to control her breathing, and she was pissed that Eren had this effect on her. The girl slapped at her cheeks, hoping that the self-inflicted pain would replace the creeping feeling of her own arousal. She didn’t want to let this man affect the inner-workings of her vagina. So she ignored the ache that had presented itself the moment she saw Eren in all of his half-naked, sweaty glory, and proceeded back to her bedroom.

Her blankets welcomed her with the warmth that her body had left behind. She sank further into her bed, trying to conjure up the pure innocent image of sheep that had almost drifted her off into dreamland earlier that night. But as she clenched her eyes shut, the soft cream-color of their wool had morphed and shifted into the blinding white of Eren’s teasing grin. And that came attached with the body that was leaning against his door frame. And in the quiet solitude of her mind she couldn’t help but allow herself to recall the sight of him in his sweats. The deep V that pointed directly to his cock that was still slightly hardened from the actions he was committing against himself.

Y/N could hardly believe that he opened the door in that state. But somewhere in the pit of the stomach she was grateful for the image. Another fact she could hardly believe. However, even if she didn’t believe it, that didn’t stop the way her thighs were slowly starting to rub against one another, the sheets soft against her skin as they contorted with the movement of her body. She rolled over onto her stomach, hugging her pillow underneath her head, willing her body to stop moving.

But this new position had offered her something firm underneath her, and subconsciously her hips started rolling against the surface of her mattress. A sigh left her lips at the delicious new form of friction. And with her own aural confirmation to her pleasure, it finally hit her what she was doing. She parted her legs, hoping that would stop her from squeezing her thighs together. But that only made the slick in her panties more obvious as the cool night air hit her center. And the space that now resided between her legs left room for imagination. A spot where someone could fit so perfectly. Where Erencould fit so perfectly.

Eren.

Eren!?

And at the exact same moment, as if he knew that her thoughts would always lead to him, another soft moan seeped its way through her paper thin walls. A whimper soon followed and that instantly brought forth an ache of arousal that shot through her whole entire body like electricity. A shuddering breath escaped her lips as Eren so clearly ignored her pleas to stay quiet and his moans grew louder. But now… now that Y/N knew that he was alone. That he was whimpering and begging for the touch of his very own hand, the night had taken a very drastic turn for the girl.

Images of Eren in his bed shoved its way to the forefront of her mind. She pictured him, with his back against their shared wall, mere inches away from Y/N, with his hand wrapped firmly around his dripping cock. He was probably moving at a slow and steady pace, teasing himself because he seemed like the type of man to take his time and to relish in all of the pleasure he was giving himself.

A dull thud could be heard against the plaster, and immediately the thought of Eren with his head thrown back on the wall behind him had found the girl. It was like she was watching him right now, she could see how his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he finally moved at a faster pace, his precum leaking out over his fingers as he did. More curses escaped past his lips and Y/N was now squirming in her sheets. Her own hand slowly carving between the mattress and her stomach, moving closer and closer to where she needed it.

Her hand was inching downwards at a snail’s pace, her mind clouded with arousal, but also with the moral dilemma of masturbating to the sounds of her neighbor doing the same. It felt wrong, so wrong to the point where it was exciting. And the feel of her own hand burning through the fabric of her t-shirt was slowly releasing all of her inhibitions. Her tribulations subsided the moment her fingertips dipped beneath the elastic band of her panties. And at that point there was no stopping what she was about to commit.

Almost immediately her hand had found her aching clit and a small whimper left her form from the icy touch of her own fingers. The contrast between the coolness of her digits and the heat of her arousal brought forth a strange sense of satisfaction as she began to rub slow circles into the bundle of nerves. Finally touching herself felt like a dam breaking as sexual gratification took over her form.

She dipped her fingers even lower, being met with her wetness that had been accumulating this whole time. A gasp of surprise had rippled through her, because never in her life had she ever been this wet. It was like dipping her fingers into melting wax, it poured over the entirety of her fingers and when she brought it back up to her clit, she had to hold back the moan that was trying to force its way out of her throat. She wouldn’t let it. She didn’t want to give Eren the satisfaction.

Right now she was only concerned with her own pleasure as she started to grind against her hand. Her hips were moving at an eager pace that would be embarrassing if anyone ever saw her in this state of desperation. But then the man on the other side of the wall let out another harsh curse, and she thought of how it would feel to be under his gaze right now.

In the deepest, darkest corner of her mind she conjured up the image of him, not on his own bed, but standing in the doorway of her room. His eyes would most likely be darkened with lust. He would watch how she fucked herself with her own fingers. He would probably look at her with that stupid fucking teasing smirk of his, and then say something cocky. But instead of annoying Y/N like it usually would, it would bring forth a surge of excitement.

Because she knew that after he spoke his words, he would cross that room at a tortuously slow pace. He would crawl over her form until his front was flush against her back. She arched up into nothingness, but somehow her imagination was so vivid she could practically feel his hard cock pressed into her ass. And then it would be his own hand traveling between her body and the mattress, and it would be his fingers that replaced her own, rubbing tantalizing circles on her clit. He would grind his erection against her ass, he would leave searing kisses on the back of her neck. The thought had her edging closer and closer to her sweet release—

Another loud and forceful moan filtered its way into her room, forcing Y/N’s daydream away. This time it was louder and more provocative than before, and Y/N was certain that Eren was cumming. His moans were more desperate.

The interruption of her daydream did nothing to stop her pleasure. Instead, knowing that he was in that room— his bare chest probably covered in his own cum, had the girl tipping over the edge. Her legs started to shake as her own orgasm rolled through her. She felt as her own release pooled in her panties, effectively ruining them since she forgot to remove them in her haste. Heavy breaths filtered through her nose as she bit down on her pillow, trying hard not to let her moans escape.

And as she slowly came down from her high, she wondered what Eren was thinking of when he finally came. Probably one of the many conquests he brought home. The girl felt foolish that she just came at the sound of his pleasure, when she probably didn’t even cross his mind.

Little did she know, on the other side of the wall, as Eren wiped his cum from his chest with a discarded t-shirt, his mind was reeling from the fact that he just came because of the conjured up image of him fucking the girl next door.

~~~

A/N: So obviously this escalated really quickly… let’s see how they both handle this new underlying factor to their relationship ;). I hope you enjoyed! And as always please feel free to message me :)

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always be with you ; eren yeager

warnings not edited, other than that… nothing much lol

genre fluff, angst ( ? ), modern au, established relationship

word count1.3k

inspirationn / a

synopsis in the final days you have with eren before you have to go away for college, he takes you on one last date before you leave

a / n back from a hiatus i wasn’t even aware i was taking only explanation is that i’ve been in between fandoms and didn’t feel like writing for anyone really. but i’ve recently attached myself to jjk so let’s see how that goes

“Eren, I don’t understand the need for a blindfold.” Your fingers came up to touch the material for the umpteenth time. Eren scoffed, his hand coming over to swat your hand away just like the other times.

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise without one, would it?” Your body jerked to the right as Eren hit another sharp turn.

You huffed. “Well, the more you drive recklessly, the more I want this surprise to be over.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry, you big baby. We’re here now.” The car eased to a stop in what you guessed was a parking spot. It didn’t take long for you to process where this surprise was.

From the amount of turns, to the salty smell of the ocean. You already knew Eren had taken you to the beach.

“We’re at the beach?” Eren finally removed that blindfold. The beach was practically deserted at this hour, at least on the side Eren always brought you to.

“Don’t like it?” He asked, already getting out of the car.

You followed suit, opening the passengers door and having Eren join by your side. “I don’t mind but we come here all the time.”

“I know, I know,” Eren grabs the both of your wrists, leading you both from the pavement to the sea of sand. “But I wanted this to be the last spot we came to before you have to start packing tomorrow.”

Eren said it with a smile but you could tell that sentence hurt him more to say than for you to hear. For you, Eren had always put on a brave face. No matter what the circumstances were, he always made sure you knew he was “taking it well”.

Being one of the closest people to Eren, you knew when he was on the opposite spectrum of that. You knew when a situation was weighing down on him, you knew when he was stressed out, you could when he just wanted to breakdown.

You saw all those things clearly ever since you told him you wanted to travel for college. Specifically, thousands of miles away from him. Eren always knew he wanted to stay homebound for college, and so did you. But unlike him, you didn’t have much ties to your hometown. Besides him and your friends.

And you had the overwhelming want to travel since forever. Since you got the chance with a scholarship to a college across the country, you weren’t going to pass it up. Much to Eren’s dismay.

He was upset, to say the least. It wasn’t direct but he was trying to convince you to try other options. Like for example, stay with him. Thankfully, he let that hope go when he saw that you were serious about this decision.

Yet, even though you knew he had come to terms with the idea, he was still hurt and worried for your relationship. You were too. For the past year your relationship has managed to withstand anything, but the possibility that long distance could deliver the blow prodded at you.

“I think this is our usual spot.” Eren sat down on the sand, bringing you down with him. You two sat side by side in silence. Just listening to the repeated crashing of the waves.

It reminded you of the moment this had become you and Eren’s spot. One year ago, the both of you sitting close to this very spot on the sand. Talking about nothing. There was no worry that one of you had to leave for a while. Just the worry Eren had that you’d say no to his request of being his girlfriend.

The memory made you laugh, your forehead meeting your knees. Eren looked over in concern.

“Are you okay?” Your eyes met his curious gaze and you couldn’t help but laugh more.

“I was just thinking about the night you confessed to me. And how we started dating at this exact spot.” Your laughter subsided as you laid back onto the sand. In the moment, you weren’t worried where it landed but you knew you’d be annoyed when you say up.

Yet, when Eren joined you and copied the way you looked up at the sky, your future worries melted with ease.

“16 year old Eren was quite the romantic, choosing to confess to you at a beach at night.” Eren mused. You hummed, a soft laugh rumbling in your chest.

“Now that I think about it, I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve done.” Your laughter was more audible when you heard Eren’s gasp.

His hand landed on his chest, he was obviously offended. “I have done romantic things since then,” He sat up onto his elbows.

“Like— remember the time I—” Eren paused when began to laugh more hysterically. He scoffed, plopping back onto the sand.

“You were joking.” He said bitterly in realization. You nodded, shuffling over to place your head on his chest.

“I was just joking, bub. You’re very romantic.” Eren sucked his teeth, his hand coming up to dust sand from your hair.

You cleared your throat. “I’m going to miss this.” You whispered, hesitant, hoping you didn’t cut deeper into any of Eren’s open wounds. He inhaled deeply.

“So am I.” He whispered back, his hand rested on the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek.

The silence returned but you could only focus on the present. You wouldn’t get a moment like this with Eren for a while and that you couldn’t even imagine.

“You know,” Eren interrupted your thought process. You hummed in response. “I brought you here to stargaze.”

“Really?” You inquired.

“Yea. I wanted to say one of those cheesy lines like how, even though you’re thousands of miles away, I’d always be with you because of the stars. But then I realized that line was really bad.” He laughed it off. And usually, you would too. But just him admitting that weighed into the fact you’d really be without him and only with him through your devices.

You wouldn’t be able to hear any more borderline terrible jokes or what he considers romantic lines in person, on his chest, on his shoulder. The thought singly made tears well up in your eyes and your tears fell before you could blink them away.

The sudden wet spots of Eren’s shirt and the sound of your sniffling alerted him. He sat up immediately, bringing your body up as well.

“Oh no, I know it was really bad but don’t cry.” Eren’s fingers came to wipe your tears before cradling your face in his palms. You laughed at him sadly.

“I’m not crying because of your terrible line, idiot. I’m crying because I’m actually going miss you telling me them in person. It’s not going to be the same when we’re thousands miles apart.” Your explanation made Eren frown.

He sighed, leaning his forehead onto your own. “I know. And I know it’s selfish to say that I’d do anything for you to stay with me but I know you going to that college is what’s best for you. I want what’s best for you and if it means we’ll have to be apart for a while, I can accept that.”

Again with the silence with only the sound of the waves. You sat on Eren’s words, trying to accept the situation just like he had.

You scoffed, weakly hitting his chest. “How are you taking this better than me?”

Eren laughed, pulling back hut still keeping his hands cupping your face. “I’m not, seriously. But I love you and I know that this is what’s happening. And I know we’ll still be together no matter what.”

That made your frown upturn a bit. Eren had faith in your relationship, and there was no reason for you to have doubt when he didn’t.

You sucked your teeth. “I love you too.”

“Yea, I know.”

Sometimes I think about getting high with Eren and the lazy, needy make out session that would inevitably follow.

Straddling his lap while he looked up at you under half lidded eyes, a lazy smile that ends in a lip bite as he fits the joint between your lips, his hand rubbing your hip soothingly as you take a hit.

“Good girl, go easy,” he’d encourage on your inhale, his deep voice barely louder than a whisper.

You might cough a little and he would pull the joint back, muttering a low, “c’mere baby,” before taking a deep hit himself then using the back of your neck to pull your lips to his. He’d open his mouth against yours, exhaling the smoke into your mouth before slipping his tongue in alongside it. The kiss that follows is slow, wet, and when his hand drifts south to your ass where he starts a slow grind across his lap, your hushed sounds of pleasure that Eren swallows down only encourage him more.

You didn’t bother to look when he was setting the joint down on the ashtray next to the couch. When his kisses starting to trace along your jaw, your neck, teeth gently scraping your collarbone before a soothing lick of his tongue.

And it may have been the weed, it probably played at least a small part…what had caused the blood to rush through your veins, your head to fall back as your eyes fluttered closed. Or maybe it was both of his hands on your hips, keeping the pace of that slow lazy grind across his now hard cock beneath you. Or maybe it was the effortless way he slipped the straps of your tank top down, his lips wrapping around your perked nipples with a soft groan that had a shiver running up your spine.

“So fucking sexy,” he would whisper with your nipple still in his mouth, looking up at you with dilated pupils, not bothering to move the hair that had fallen in his face. His cheeks were flushed a rosy pink when he let his tongue circle your nipple, his hips bucking in a frenzied moment before voicing low, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Please,” it came out as a whimper, your hands slipping into his long hair as he leaned up to offer a soft peck against your lips.

And moments later, with his pants pushed down just low enough to free his hard cock, your panties long discarded, the slow sink onto him had you biting into your bottom lip, your gaze locked on his while he leaned his head back on the couch.

“Ah, ah, fuck,” he would slow you down, one strong arm laid along the top of the couch, the other on your hips setting the pace as you claimed inch after inch of him, “There you go, sit pretty for me, okay?”

He had to know you couldn’t answer. Not when he was stretching you so perfectly, filling you so deeply. The quiet chuckle sounding from him told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

And when you were fully seated, his cock completely sheathed inside you, you would whine.

Whine because he would lift you up back up just barely, and you would feel the drag of his cock against your cunt for only a second before he paused. An inch, maybe two reclaimed by him.

If even a second longer had passed, you would have taken that inch back, pushed yourself down onto his lap until you had his entire cock sheathed inside your soaked cunt once more. But Eren didn’t give you a second. The weed had him extraordinarily lazy… but neverpatient.

“Perfect,”thrust, “little,” thrust, “cunt,” thrust.

He punctuated each word with a deep, slow, fuck up into you and it suddenly made sense why he reclaimed that inch. Why he made room for his cock to begin a pleasantly torturous pace in and out of your cunt while his lips locked onto your tits once more.

And with your hands gripped onto his muscular shoulders, as that familiar coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter, the promise of release just skirting the edges of your desire raddled thoughts - Joint or no joint, you realized, would you always find a certain kind of high around Eren.

Blissful Ignorance - Chapter 3

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Pornstar AU, Smut, Fluff, Light Angst, Romance, Humor

Series Summary: Over the last four years, you’ve become a rising star in the adult entertainment industry. Yet, you can’t seem to forget one of the actors you met in the very beginning of your career — Eren Jaeger. You might even say you’ve got a bit of a crush on him with how often you watch his videos. When you’re hired by Bellesa Films to shoot a sex video, they allow you to choose your partner, and without hesitation you request Eren Jaeger. And while the sex is bliss, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, you’re ignorant to the truth behind your years-long crush.

Chapter Summary: You and Eren meet again, but this time it’s for a video you never expected to film: a porn movie with both Jaeger brothers.

Content Warnings: INCEST, smut, some angsty elements. Dub-con, Public sex, being filmed while having sex, threesome, heavy degradation, slapping, sex toys, cunnilingus, humiliation, nipple play, spanking, bondage - leash and restraints, throat-fucking, rough sex, dacryphilia, sadism, breath play, bukkake, daddy kink, squirting, choking, spit play, impact play, overstimulation, orgasm denial, cum eating, submissive reader and some submissive Eren, 69, rimming/ass eating, anal fingering and sex, double penetration, a pinch of a physical altercation, hurt/comfort

Length:17K

Eren is several hours early again. This time, he’s early out of sheer nervousness and dread, not like last time where he was excited and giddy to meet his years-long crush. Instead, his body is racked with a different kind of fear, a fear that you’d meet his brother and choose him over Eren.

It would make sense for you to choose Kruger, wouldn’t it? He’s definitely bigger, manlier, more popular, sexier. Not to mention you’ve been watching his videos for years – Eren could only wish that were true in his case. From the very first time Eren met you, he’d showcased what a downright idiot he is. Who’s to say that Kruger won’t be suave and impress you right away? Eren feels himself tugging at his roots and biting at his lip as his thoughts travel a hundred miles a minute. He feels it in his bones, that the minute you meet Kruger – the impossibly cool and much more attractive version of himself, the version of himself that you’ve been pleasuring yourself to for years – he’ll lose the fight for your heart. And that thought terrifies him.

A sea of emotions – self-loathing, doubt, jealousy, nerves – it threatens to swallow Eren whole. He sits on one of the couches, far from the cameras pointed at the massive bed in the center of the room. Every time he glances up at the bed, he’s reminded of what’s to come, and bile rises to his throat as he pictures the moment you will fall for his brother over him. Who’s to say what happened between you two wasn’t just a fluke? That his identical twin brother won’t be able to do the same, or do even better? Eren fears the worst, a leg bouncing rapidly in place and his fingers strumming unpractised anxious rhythms over his fabric-covered thighs.

For a while it’s only the set crew who are working, buzzing around like worker bees, adjusting this and setting up that, while awaiting the direction of their queen. To Eren’s dismay, their queen turns out to be an irritable blonde with a penchant for testing his patience.

“Hey baby boo,” Zeke greets his brother, Eren feeling a light smack on the back of his head as Zeke tap’s his skull with a bundle of bound papers.

The script, Eren realizes, as he soothes the sting on the back of his head. 

“Will you ever stop fucking doing that? Shit hurts.” Eren asks with irritation clear in his voice.

“Absolutely not,” Zeke grins, the rolled up script hovering over Eren’s head.

“Didn’t know you were directing today,” Eren grumbles, sticking an arm out to collect the plans for his demise.

“And miss this family reunion? Not even the Euro World Cup could stop me.”

“You’re the fucking worst, Zeke,” Eren sighs, a hand coming up to his forehead to push his bangs back away from his face as his other hand takes the script from Zeke. His eyes scan the first page, rolling his eyes at the stupid porn title ‘TWINS TAG TEAM GIRL INTO SUBMISSION’. 

“Read it. Memorize your lines. Hair and wardrobe is coming in an hour,” Zeke says, standing before his brother. Eren is too busy reading the script to form a reply, so Zeke adds, “and Eren?”

Eren looks up.

“Stick to the damn script this time. Your brother’s patience is much thinner than mine. He’d ring us both with his own two hands if you pull that romantic shit again.”

As Zeke walks away, Eren’s thoughts go back to you, back to the last video you both filmed together. How amazing that experience truly was. He’s disappointed at having to film this instead – his eyes hover over the words ‘throat fucking’,‘leash’, ‘whore’. As his eyes travel further down the script (‘vibrator’, ‘cumslut’, ‘slap her face’), he’s stunned to realize what you’ve both gotten yourself into. Neither of you have filmed anything like this, and it only further fuels his doubts. 

Eren never watches his brother’s porn videos – no need to fuel his insecurities any further. So he had no idea what kind of video the three of you were making today until he saw the script. But now that he knows that you watch Kruger’s videos – and get off to them, no less – he’s doubting everything he knows about you.

What if you likethis? 

What if you prefer this, even? 

What if you fall for Kruger instead of him? 

What if Kruger out performs him? 

What if he brings you to heights that even Eren can’t reach?

What if…

What if…

What if…

Those are the only words that cloud his mind for the next 52 minutes.

Kruger and Eren may be identical twins, yet they’re anything but identical.

While Eren typically arrives to sets hours late, Kruger is punctual. Eren comes to set dressed casually, as if he could care less about the job he’s about to do – which in some ways is true. Because why should he dress up if he’s going to be taking it all off anyway? But Kruger? With him, he knows that image is important – his entire brand is his image. He always comes on set impeccably dressed, as if waiting to be called onto a runway at any moment, his movements trailed by the lingering scent of his expensive Tom Ford cologne. 

When he walks on set, sunglasses perched high on his nose, loose chestnut hair cascading over his shoulders, he arrives exactly 52 minutes after Eren began spiraling. Today he wears a fitted black t-shirt over a dark pair of pants tucked into expensive boots, his strong arms on display along with a watch that costs more than several months of Eren’s salary. Not that anyone’s counting.

As his eyes scan the room, Kruger’s surprised to find his younger brother’s even on set – Eren isn’t known for being punctual. Eren’s still sitting on the couch, eyes glazed over as he’s lost in thought, his script hanging loosely in his hands. He’s startled out of his trance by a smack to his shoulder blades, a rough push that was so forceful he found himself stumbling in his seat.

“You actually showed up,” Kruger speaks down to his seated sibling as he retracts his hand, his voice deep and laced with condescension. He lifts his sunglasses, resting them on the crown on his head, eyeing his brother with a more scrutinizing look now that the shades were out of the way. Kruger and Eren lived in completely different worlds – they had different friends, resided in different cities, and lived completely separate lives. So it was rare for them to be even in the same room, save for reluctantly attending family gatherings. And Eren wishes to keep it that way.

“I’m surprised you’d agree to this,” is Eren’s reply. He unwinds the script that he had folded in half in his nervous hands, and pretends to read over the lines, anything to get his brother to leave him alone. But for Kruger, this set was his turf. He had no reason to back off, not when he’s the one with the upper hand here.

“You should be thanking me, brüderchen,” he says, with a smirk and a teasing uptick of his voice at the diminutive word. Eren wants to tell him to stop calling him that, to remind him that he’s literally only ten minutes older, but Kruger continues to speak, “Maybe you’ll actually get pretty popular after being featured with me. Cause that OnlyFans shit isn’t getting you anywhere. I’m practically doing you a favor.”

“I don’t care about getting popular,” Eren retorts, not even bothering to look up at him. Sure, his older brother has his face, but sometimes Eren wishes he could wipe it right off of him. Eren thinks if he looks up now and sees the face of the man his crush has been lusting after for years, even if it is his own fucking face, he’ll lose it. So instead he simmers, his feelings stirring within him but controlled as best as he could manage.

Kruger crosses his arms over his chest. He’s bigger than his younger brother, both in stature and in muscle mass, and it shows now that he’s towering over Eren’s seated form. 

“Hope you’ll be able to keep up. We’re not doing any of that romantic shit you’re used to.”

Eren grits his teeth, his mind flooded with images of the video he filmed with you. If he’s being honest, he doesn’t want to film a hardcore porn video with you. He really enjoyed that ‘romantic shit’ – he enjoyed that more than any sexual encounter he’s ever had in his life. But all of his self-doubts and self-confidence issues aside, there’s another reason he doesn’t want to film this threesome: he doesn’t want to see you hurt.

“She’s not used to hardcore stuff. Go easy on her,” Eren says, finally taking a moment to look up at his brother. Green irises meet green, and for a moment Kruger’s surprised to see his brother looks quite serious. Eren never seems to care about anything. But suddenly he shows a seriousness when it involves this woman?

And then, Kruger laughs. It’s a deep rumble from his broad chest, incredulous that his brother would even make that request. Did he not read the script?

“If you want to keep working in this industry,” Kruger starts, and he leans down closer to his brother as he continues speaking, “You’re going to have to grow a spine, brother.”

Before Eren can even begin to think of a reply, Kruger spots a tall brunette and a short blonde woman walking into the room, a trunk and a pair of suits with them. Kruger nods his head towards them, informing Eren that they are the stylists for the two of them. Eren simply nods in acknowledgement. Before they can come over to begin their work, Kruger says, low enough for only his brother to hear:

“I’ve seen her videos before.”

Eren suddenly feels even worse, if that was possible. As if his heart wasn’t already lost somewhere in his stomach, it must be in his ass now. It was bad enough that you watched Kruger’s videos. But now he’s aware of yours? What’s next, does he think you’re –

“She’s hot. Can’t wait to see what she’s like in action, when it’s real and she’s not faking.”

Eren, his voice low and his eyes trained on the ground, only responds with a shaky, “Our videos weren’t fake.”

He says this, partly to his brother, to tell him he’s wrong. That real sex can be had without having to make it a hardcore porn – hell, you came five times the last time you both filmed together. He definitely knew that you weren’t faking.

But mostly, he says it to remind himself – because that’s the only thing that separates him from Kruger, isn’t it? The fact that the connection between you two was real, and not just you watching videos late at night in the comfort of your bed. The only thing that keeps Eren’s hopes from turning to dust is the fact that Kruger still doesn’t have that real connection with you. That for now, he’s still some virtual image, and that Eren is real and the pleasure he gave you was real. The kisses, the laughs, they were real. He felt a spark between you two – one that Kruger can’t possibly have by only being the man you watch on your phone screen.. And hopefully, he never will have it.

Kruger only acknowledges Eren’s words with a low “hm.”

And as they are both ushered to respective areas to dress and prepare for the scene, Eren can’t help but wonder what you were feeling right now. Are you excited to finally be with his brother? Do you want Kruger instead? Or do you have the same feelings he does? He wishes he knew.

He hopes that in an hour from now, once the cameras start rolling, that he’ll find out.

You’re sitting in a chair across from a mirror, your body practically swaying back and forth, barely able to contain your nerves. It’s palpable, the way your eyes bounce across the walls and your legs vibrate with your jitters. As the makeup artist in front of you paints on your red lipstick for the third time (only because you keep chewing your lips), she notes the way you pull your bathrobe tighter and cross and uncross your arms multiple times.

“First time?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.

“No, no,” you try not to shake your head, her pinky resting on your cheek to remind you to stay still as she paints your face. “I’ve just… never worked with Kruger before. I’m not sure what to expect. Guess I’m just…nervous.” 

You’ve been a porn actress for years now – so meeting new actors shouldn’t have you on the edge like this. But you were a nervous wreck, fraught with the questions repeating in your mind: What’s Eren’s twin going to be like? Is Eren okay with being in a threesome with his brother? Is he okay with me being in a threesome with his brother?

The makeup artist lets out a single tuft of air, a pathetic excuse for a chortle, her expression quite bored. Her chin-length black hair sways gently as she pulls back from your face. “That’s what they all say. We’ll see how you feel at first touch-up.”

“What do you–”

Suddenly she takes out a spray bottle, presumably setting spray, though she whips it in front of your face so fast you don’t have a chance to read the label. She sprays it in a ‘Z’ pattern, the mist dusting across your dolled-up face, before she sets it down with a loud smack against the wooden table. “You’re all set. Try not to bite your lips off before you start filming.”

You nod as she sets down her tools next to the makeup bag on the desk in front of you. She saunters off, effectively cutting your conversation short, as she starts to chat with another member of the crew. She leaves you alone, heading to the back of the room, and you take the time to stare at your reflection in the mirror. She may be apathetic, but she did a damn good job – you look sexy. Hair cascading in waves down your back, a sultry cat-eye with smokey eye shadow, vivid red lipstick delicately painted across your lips. You look so much more alluring and so much more dangerous than when you are made-up for romantic porn. The sight only fuels your anxiety further, the simmering bubbles in your stomach an out-right rolling boil now. You admit to yourself that you’re curious: you’ve seen Eren’s – no, Kruger’s – porn before, but you mostly stick to his solo videos. So you aren’t sure what a threesome would entail, especially one with his own brother. You almost bite on your lip again out of nerves but when your eyes catch sight of the makeup artist in the background of your reflection you decide against it for fear of incurring her annoyance a fourth time.

Instead, your fingers come up to brush against the black leather collar you’re wearing. Besides the bathrobe, and leather cuffs on your wrists, it’s the only thing you’re wearing. Your index finger hooks itself into the D-rings of your collar, tugging slightly, just to test how it will feel. There’s three of these rings on the collar: one in the center, and two at each side of your neck. You can see the leather wrist straps poking out from underneath the bathrobe. A short chain adorns each cuff, with clasps at the end of the chain. You’ve never used this before, but it’s glaringly obvious that the two chains on your wrist connect to the two loops on either side of your neck. The front loop… well, when your eyes dart across the room, to the long black leash laid flat on the bed, you know what that loop is for. The only other item of clothing in the room is a set of red pumps, a bright red to match your lipstick with heels sharp enough to kill.  

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you reflect on the last time you spoke to Eren, at the conclusion of the last video you filmed together.

With terror taking hold of Eren’s features, he said to you, “Kruger wants to work with us.”

If you had received that call even a few hours ago, you would have perhaps been excited, ecstatic even, to hear the news from Hitch. Instead, you stared at Eren, unable to speak, the truth about your relationship weighing heavy in your lungs.

“Babe? Should I say yes?” You registered that Hitch was talking on the other line, but you were unable to break eye contact with Eren, his frown deepening with each passing second. Hitch continued, “You know how it goes with the big agencies, they’ll find someone else if we don’t reply…”

She continued talking, but the only voice that stood out was Eren’s.

“Say yes,” he said. 

You couldn’t fathom why he would agree to this, your eyebrows stitched and your eyes taking on a look of confusion. The sex you just had with Eren – it was nothing like anything you’d ever experienced before, and you hoped it was the same for him. You thought you’d felt a deeper connection with him – so wouldn’t he want to stop you from taking this job?

He sighed, swallowing the urge to vomit, or maybe to sob, he didn’t know what to call it, this feeling that made him want to crawl under a rock and never come out. How naive was it for him to believe that you’d really fallen for him the same way he’d fallen for you? And of all fucking people, it had to be his brother. 

“This is what you’ve wanted for years right, to work with him?” Eren asked, a bite to his words that you hadn’t ever heard before. He didn’t mean for his words to sound so pointed, but what could he do about his feelings? He wasn’t anything like his brother – Kruger was confident, brazen, ambitious. Meanwhile Eren was this pathetic boy who wore his heart on his sleeve, stumbling along with no goals in his life, too cowardly to do anything other than give up after asking you to get coffees with him. If he really would have tried harder, maybe things could have gone differently all those years ago, and you would’ve never ended up watching Kruger’s videos. So no, Eren wasn’t frustrated with you – it was all with himself.

But in your state of mind, with your body feeling like it was made of lead, and your heart feeling like it was lodged somewhere in your throat, you couldn’t muster the courage to correct him. You wanted to say to him ‘no, I’ve been wanting to work with you again ever since that first video four years ago.” But with the way he spoke, the way his face looked so dejected, the way his whole body slumped with the news – how could you stand to hurt him any further, to try and even deny what was true. Because yes, it was true that the man you’d been pleasuring yourself to wasn’t him, but his brother. And yes, it was true that over the years, the desire to film with the Eren you met four years ago morphed into a desire to film with Jaeger, too.

Eren saw your hesitation, and took it as a confirmation that what he said was true. He swallowed his pride and added, “It will be good for your career too, filming with such a big name like his. Take it. It’ll get you further than filming with me alone.”

He offered you a smile – though it looked pained, like a wince, but it was an attempt. You opened your mouth to speak, but again Hitch’s voice blared in your ear.

“What will it be?”

You stared up at Eren once more, and he gave you a single nod.

“Okay.”

You walked around the room aimlessly as Hitch gave you further details about the shoot. And by the time the conversation with Hitch was over, you turned around to look for Eren, but Eren was gone.

You left the room, walking back towards the main filming area, bumping straight into Hange in the process.

She looked confused, her mouth open as she was about to say something, but you frantically interrupted her.

“Where’s Eren?”

“He, uh,” she turned to her side, pointing a thumb towards the exit, “He just walked out. Are you guys–”

“Can’t talk right now, Hange!” You told her as you began a mad dash for the door. She smothered the urge to laugh at both of your antics, shaking her head as she continued on walking.

Meanwhile, you burst through the exit door, your hand casting a shade over your eyes as you looked into the parking lot under the rays of the afternoon sun. You could see Eren, just about to enter his Ford.

“Eren!” You called after him. He froze for a moment, before slowly turning around as you ran up to him.

“Hey,” you said, looking up at him. You feigned a smile, but he didn’t return it. His face was as blank as you’d ever seen it, completely unreadable.

“Hey,” he replied, though he didn’t match the cheery uptick that you had to your voice.

“I wanted to talk to you before you go,” you started, your hands intertwining behind your back as you bit your lip.

Eren was impassive, leaning his back against his car door and replying with a short, “Okay.”

“I had a great time today–amazing, actually.”

Eren stuffs his hands in his pockets, eyes downcast and unable to meet your gaze. “Yeah, I did too.”

“Are you sure you want to go through with the next shoot? We don’t have to if–” Your words trailed off when Eren finally looked down at you directly, his lips pressed in a firm line and the warmth in his eyes all but extinguished.

“Yeah, really. It’s fine.” Eren was never a good actor, but he gave this his best performance. He had to. He kicked one of his feet against the pavement, continuing, “It would be good for both our careers. He’s got that big channel on PornHub, bigger than either of us. And you’re doing so well recently…a rising star paired with a name like his? Maybe you’ll make your way up to being the next Lana Rhoades or something,” he said with a short laugh, one that sounded hollow.

You chuckled lightly in response. “You think so?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.” There was a long pause, before you thought to yourself ‘fuck it, unprofessionalism be damned’. “Hey, Eren… Do you want to maybe get dinner or coffee together?”

He removed a hand from his pocket to scratch at the back of his nape. “Actually, I have to get going. Got to, uh, pick up my niece from soccer practice. I’ll call you?”

He turned around, motioning to open the car door, but you held onto his forearm to stop him.

“Don’t you need my number?”

“Right.” He turned back towards you, taking his phone out of his pocket. He handed it to you with a blank contact on the screen and you entered your name and number before handing it back to him.

You offered him a smile, “I’ll be waiting for you to call, then?”

“Yeah. I’ll call you.”

You took a couple of steps back and watched as he silently got into his car, a single pensive glance back at you before he drove away. You waved him off, hoping that you’d hear from him again.

But Eren never called.

You’re woken from your reverie by a voice calling out from the front door of the room “Ready on set!”

You immediately hop off the chair, making sure to smooth down any flyaways and dustoff your bathrobe as you glance into the mirror one last time. Then, you make your way to the bed, placing the deadly red heels onto your feet, and holding the leash in one of your hands. You take a deep breath, steadying your nerves, before plastering a smile on your face and following the crew towards the set.

When you walk into the room where the shoot will take place, you notice the buzzing of employees and the shouting as Zeke is running around giving last minute instructions. But none of that matters once your eyes find the men you were looking for.

The Jaeger brothers are truly incredibly handsome. You see them from the side, as they are staring at the set, arms crossed and looking rather bored as they wait for you to come in. They’re both dressed exactly the same – dark trousers, white button up shirts, and black waistcoats with black ties. They are both wearing their chestnut brown hair down, Eren’s length reaching just at his shoulders, while Kruger’s is maybe a couple inches longer, grazing his collarbones. They don’t notice you right away, and it gives you time to memorize their features. You can tell them apart, now that you see them side-by-side, because Kruger is even more massive in person than the videos do justice. 

You never thought that identical twins could be built differently, but Kruger is taller, his chest is broader, his muscles larger. Everything about his presence is so imposing. While Eren is tall and muscular, he’s definitely more lean, and everything about him is open and approachable. You think of Eren as cute, adorable even. He’s funny, and a bit dumb, but harmless.

But Kruger? Even from afar he’s almost fearsome.

When Eren sees you, he looks at you like he always does: his crush on you is hopelessly apparent in his gaze, and even with the awkward situation you’ve found yourselves in he finds himself smiling at you. Everyone is already positioned to start filming, so you don’t have much time for introductions. As you walk into the room, you’re ushered by one of the crew towards the bed.

You catch a glance at the brothers, meeting their gaze. Eren manages to squeeze out a simple, “Hey”, any other words that he could have said lodged in his throat. His emotions are too conflicting now to make any sense of them, and on top of that you look so damn hot right now that even if it was just the two of you he didn’t think he could have said a word lest he look like an idiot again.

You want to introduce yourself to the older Jaeger brother, and to at least exchange some kind of conversation with Eren, since things ended so awkwardly last time, but there’s no time to waste when the cameras are about to start rolling.

At the crew’s direction, you take your place by the edge of the bed, removing the bathrobe that covered your naked body. You hand off the leash in your hand and the robe to an employee and sit down on the plush mattress, one long bare leg crossed over the other, eyes concentrated on the Jaeger’s off to the side. Kruger and Eren are both talking to their brother Zeke behind the camera in front of you, nodding and discussing what, you don’t know, but you presume it’s about the scene you’re about to film. The two brothers are facing you, a smile offered to you from each. But unspoken in their smiles are their intentions – Eren’s smile is reassuring and earnest, while Kruger’s is teasing and predatory, like a hunter about to take its prey. It makes a shiver run up your spine. 

You don’t dwell on it too long, because suddenly Zeke claps once, loudly. Kruger walks in your direction as Zeke begins to direct each cameraman and each of the lights to the point of focus. You place your palms flat on the bed behind you, sticking out your bare chest, your legs closed before you. They’re pressed together to prevent them from shaking. The anxious knot in your stomach only tightens when Zeke shouts out “action!”.

The taller Jaeger brother, Kruger, is the first to stand before you. It isn’t like that last time with Eren – there aren’t any shy smiles, no awkward titters, no avoiding glances. Kruger may not have said a single word yet, but his eyes speak for him. The way they stare you down, almost glowing green with their ferocity. They are venomous, smoldering, dangerous. His intense gaze is paired with a small upturn of his lips, a smirk that you recognize from the many times you’ve watched his videos. You already know how this will begin. And it makes you clench your limbs in anticipation, as if your body is conditioned to feel aroused at the sight of him.

He reaches a hand out for your cheek, a thumb grazing your skin, touch lighter than a feather. It’s deceitful, you know, because that’s the only time he’ll ever be that gentle. He’s so immensely tall, a massive 200 cm, that you have to crane your neck up to look at him as he touches you. He thinks you look cute, innocent even, despite the collar and the straps on your wrists, as you blink up at him. Your makeup is meant to be sexy, but Kruger knows when it comes to hardcore porn, you’re practically a virgin. The makeup doesn’t fool him, but it does make the illusion just a bit more enticing.

It always begins with that one line, delivered in that low voice of his that is almost a growl, words laced with scorn, tongue sharp like a whip. 

“Think you can handle me, baby girl?”

It’s the line, the one he always starts with, even when he’s solo and teasing his viewers. When you watch his porn at home, you’d talk back to your phone. You’d whisper, “Yes, Daddy,” as you’d begin the ritual of slipping your fingers past the waistline of your bottoms. You’d believe it, like clockwork, that you could handle him. That those women on the video, the ones who always said yes so hesitantly, with eyes so fearful and lips stuttering – you’d think they were faking it, exaggerating it for the clip. You’re no stranger to doing that yourself in your own videos.

But right now, sitting before him, you know exactly how those women feel. 

You’re unable to take your eyes off of his harsh murky green, almost black irises. All four plus years of your experience as a porn actress is tossed out the window with the way Kruger looks at you. You can only dole out a weak, “Yes.”

Before you can even blink, Kruger has your cheeks pinched between one of his large hands. It’s rough and sudden, the way he grabs your face, and your eyes flicker towards Eren, a statue standing still right behind the camera waiting for his cue. His expression is one of worry. But this is just the beginning, and it’s what you signed up for. So you build some resolve, shut away your feelings, and become the actress that you are. Your eyes meet Kruger’s once again.

“Yes, what? Whore.” He spits out the last word like it’s poison.

More confidently now, shaking off your nerves, you reply, “Yes, Daddy.”

He doesn’t let go of your face, instead bending down to meet you. You’re overwhelmed by his scent, his size, his striking features. His face comes right in front of yours, and up close he’s even more handsome than any camera could capture. You think he’s coming down for a kiss, but instead he chuckles, just a single breathy laugh.

“You want us to fuck you? I wanna hear you fucking beg for it.” 

Eren walks into frame as Kruger’s talking, silently taking his place next to Kruger in front of you. You begin to lean back just slightly, to give Eren room, so one of his hands can come up to tease your nipple. That single touch, just a light brush against your skin, his fingers impossibly warm, already has you sighing into him. 

Kruger continues, “Beg for my brother and I to touch you, like a fucking slut.”

Eren’s glad he doesn’t have as many speaking lines as his brother. He only watches, him and his brother hunched over you, hands grazing your body. Your hands slide up each of their chests, fingering over the buttons of their black waist coats, before forming a fist around the base of their neckties. You pull them in closer to you by their ties, just as planned in the script, and yet Eren still finds himself surprised to see that you are slowly settling into your role. With each passing second your hands became more steady, your gaze more alluring, your movements more enticing. You’re a natural at acting, and it shows with every sex video. This is no exception, Eren realizes.

“Please,Daddy,” you begin, your voice whiny and breathy, and the two men lean in to kiss at your throat, behind your ear, down the edge of your jaw. They’re working in sync, actions mirrored on either side of you, despite never having filmed together before, leaving languid open mouth kisses that leave you reeling. You realize then that Kruger also has a tongue piercing, like his brother. The feeling of their piercings against your skin adds to the sensation, the metal adding pressure to your skin as they glide across its surface. Just the heat of their mouths and the touch of their palms, kneading at your breasts, has you already moaning into your words, “Please touch me.”

Kruger pinches the nipple in his hand, hard, earning a yelp from you as his teeth scrape against your collarbone. Eren speaks his first line as Kruger leans down to take your nipple between his teeth.

“What else do you want us to do to you, hm?”

His voice isn’t as deep as his brother’s, nor is his accent as thick, but he’s had years experience of filming porn, and when he’s called upon to be sexy he can do it too. His voice now is just as alluring, just as hot and heavy, just as sensual. It’s foreign, to be filming with Eren when he isn’t his cute, awkward self. In the back of your mind, you realize: youmiss it.

You’re supposed to say “I want your mouth on my clit.” But the words never come. You’re so busy focusing on the sound of Eren’s voice, that you miss your line. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Kruger barks out, the palm of his hand meeting your cheek in a harsh smack. “Good girls answer when they’re spoken to. You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

You want to be a good girl, don’t you?

Eren’s reminded of the last video, when he’d spoken those exact words to you too. But the situation in which you found yourselves couldn’t be more different. While you both teased each other, with soft kisses and smiles, this was a different experience entirely. Especially when you replied breathlessly, sounding so desperate for air he’d think you were suffocating.

“Yes daddy, I wanna be your good girl.”

Kruger suddenly takes a rough hold of your hips, lifting you off the edge of the bed, Eren unlatching himself from your skin in the process. Kruger’s so strong, he quite easily handles you like a limp ragdoll, tossing you onto the center of the bed. He stands back to his feet, looking down at you with disdain.

“Then be a good girl and fuck yourself for me. Stuff those fingers up your cunt.”

You watch the brothers from your place on the mattress, bringing your hand down to your cunt. You fixate your gaze on Eren, his expression unreadable, as you plunge your fingers into your dripping hole.

Eren crawls up the bed first, sitting on his knees at your side as you pump your own fingers in and out of yourself. As Kruger rolls up his sleeves, Eren’s kissing at your neck once more, a hand coming down to rub circles onto your clit. You can’t help but arch your back against the sheets, Eren’s lips suckling at your throat as his fingers work magic on your clit.

“Eren,” his name slips past your lips, and you turn your head to face him. He can’t help but deviate from the script, when you look at him with those sultry eyes and he catches sight of your flushed face. So instead of moving down to latch onto your breast like he’s supposed to, he kisses you. He doesn’t say anything verbally, but his kiss conveys everything he needs to say. He kisses you like it’s like the last thing he’ll ever do, biting and sucking at your lip, mingling his labored breaths with your own. His pierced tongue traces your lips as he swallows your mewls and moans, low groans of his own reverberating through your skin. Your fingers in your cunt and his fingers over your clit move at a steady rhythm, and you want to cum like this, want to cum because of his and your fingers.

But you’re reminded of Kruger’s presence as he joins you both on the bed, harshly splitting your legs apart. Despite your little digression, Kruger continues to follow the plan. He’s the one in charge here, and he’ll make you realize it. He takes an ankle in each hand and harshly throws them over his shoulders, your heels falling off your feet and tumbling off the bed to the ground with a harsh thud, as Eren’s mouth heads down to your breasts, where he’s supposed to be.

“Keep those legs spread,” Kruger says, leaning down to settle between your thighs. His large hands splay across your inner thighs and push them apart as far as they can go. You wince, but continue to finger yourself to the rhythm of Eren touching your clit. Eren’s mouth is wrapped around your nipple, sucking and nipping at the skin, his tongue flicking across the hardened bud.

Kruger’s lips find a spot to rest against your inner thigh, and the sensation is nothing like you’ve felt before. His tongue licks a stripe across the skin between your pussy and your thigh, and you shudder in response. 

Is his piercing vibrating?

“Fuck–you’re fucking drenched, all that for us?” he asks, the squelching sound loud as you continue to finger yourself so obediently. You nod helplessly, a moan slipping past your lips as Eren’s fingers continue their motions right above your own.

“Gonna fuck your needy cunt with my tongue,” Kruger continues, voice low and breath fanning against your skin, a chill running up your spine as his breath hits the wet folds of your glistening cunt. “You’ll cum when I tell you to, hure.”

You don’t get a chance to react to his insult, because his mouth moves to your cunt, taking one of your lips between his teeth before sucking on it harshly. Between the sting of his bite and the vibrations of his piercing, you instantly jolt against the mattress, back arching up and a whine escaping your lips. Eren places a hand on your stomach to hold you down, though his touch isn’t as forceful as Kruger’s. It’s calm, soothing even, to feel the weight of his palm against your middle. 

Then Kruger takes your fingers out of your cunt and holds them up to Eren’s hand. “Her pussy’s so fucking sweet – why don’t you have a taste, brother?” 

Eren removes his fingers from your clit and instead they encircle your wrist. As Kruger leans down to press his tongue onto your clit, Eren brings your fingers to his lips, right by your breasts. He holds your gaze as he sucks your slick off your fingers, his loose hair brushing against your chest and his eyes impossibly bright green, as always. He waits for that moment, the way your features twist into one of pleasure as Kruger’s vibrating piercing and hot tongue make contact with your sensitive nub.

“Ah– holy fuck!” 

Eren sucks off your fingers, releasing them with a loud pop, while Kruger immediately dives in. There’s no moment to adjust, no sweet kiss before a round of soft licks – no, instead he squares in on your clit right away, flicking his pierced tongue over it, over and over, the vibrations and the heat of his muscle making it better than any vibrator your could ever buy. Wave after wave of pleasure hits you, practically blinding you, as he begins to suck right at your clit. You can’t see his face with Eren working at your breasts, but you can feel the vibrations of a guttural groan rippling through your skin. It’s been barely a few minutes since Kruger’s face made contact with your heat, and already your head is thrown back, your throat raked with a sob. Your hand makes its way to Kruger’s hair, and you take a fistful of it, demanding that he stays flush with your cunt.

The gesture makes him chuckle. He pulls away from your clit, though only a couple centimeters at best, since your grip on him is fierce. His grip is tight too, his fingers digging into your thighs, holding them apart in front of him. You’re barely getting into the first scene, and already you can feel how you’ll wake up with bruises. 

“You like it when I suck on that greedy little cunt?” He asks you, a teasing tilt to his voice, though it’s so deep and alluring you know his words ring true.

“Yes, Daddy–want more,” is all you can say, as your hand attempts to bring him closer to your pussy. But instead, one of Kruger’s hands releases your thighs and lands a harsh smack on your clit with his palm. It makes you jolt, sucking in a harsh gasp of air. Eren takes hold of the thigh that Kruger let go of, and brings it higher, closer to your chest. You know from the script that Eren’s supposed to join Kruger at eating you out, but Eren takes his time getting there.

Kruger spits right on your hole, though you’re so wet that his action wasn’t necessary. But it’s not about getting you wet – it’s about the way he wants to show you that he owns you. You eagerly take what he gives you, groaning as he takes his fingers and stuffs your cunt with his saliva. Eren’s serving as a bit of a distraction, lowering himself to position his head next to his brother’s. He’s kissing your thigh, nipping at it and grazing the skin with his tongue. Each brother is holding one of your thighs open now, and with Kruger fingering you and Eren’s kisses trailing higher up your thigh, you want more.

“Fuck me,” are the words that slip out of your mouth, and whether its a exhale of pleasure, a command to the two men touching you right now, or whether its a plea – you’re not sure. 

Eren improvises, responding with, “Oh, we plan on it.”

Kruger then adds, “But you’re gonna squirt on us first, baby girl. Give us a taste of that sweet fucking cum.”

With that, they’re both on you now – Eren’s tongue flicking across your sensitive clit, Kruger’s teasing at your hole, the brother’s faces so close they’re fighting for space between your legs. It has your entire body on fire: your toes curling, your two hands holding onto their heads for support, your back arching up and your head thrown back into the pillows. You wanted more, but now this is so intense, they way they’re both lapping at you like they’re going to consume you. You already feel like you’re going to cum and they’ve barely touched you.

“Feels good?” Eren asks you, tongue tracing circles around your sensitive nub.

“Oh my god,” you whine, eyes rolling back as Eren sucks on your clit and Kruger’s tongue, piercing still vibrating like its a fucking sex toy, fucks your hole and teases your lips. Your body wants to shudder, to rock against their tongues, but Eren’s free hand comes up to hold down your stomach and lock you in place. It makes their motions all that more intense, that they’re pressing their tongues against you and you can’t even back away.

“I’m-I’m gonna cum,” you choke out between your moans, the coil in the pit of your stomach winding up so quickly and so tightly, orgasm approaching the fastest it’s ever come at you in your life. Your hands come down to tangle in their hair, one hand on each brother’s crown, and Eren can’t help but moan against your heat as you tug on his roots. The sound of your voice, so full of lust and sex, has him growing hard in his pants. Kruger and Eren both pick up the pace, eager to make you cum under the movement of their tongues.

You’re so so close. “Daddy, please, let me cum,” you beg, trying your best to stop the incoming orgasm, only because you know if you cum without permission, Kruger won’t be pleased.

He pulls away only long enough to give you a command, a single word that pushes you over the edge.

“Cum.”

And you do, the pressure in your body finding its release in the form of you squirting onto both brothers, juice coating their pretty faces as you buck your hips and your body spasms with tremors. Your hands come back down to your sides. Kruger’s the first to release his mouth’s hold on you, smirking as he says, “God damn.” He wipes his face with his sleeve, and looks over at his brother. Eren is still licking at your clit, slower now, helping you come down from that intense orgasm. Kruger’s hand comes to the back of Eren’s head, pushing him into your cunt. 

“You clean her up. I’m gonna fuck her throat.”

You’re still reeling, gasping for air and leaning into Eren’s mouth. He takes the opportunity, now that it’s just the two of you while Kruger makes his way around the bed, to press his tongue between your folds, licking a stripe up between them, lapping up your release into his mouth. He groans, a low ‘mmm’, the taste still so sweet. He speaks in a hushed voice, just low enough for you to hear, “You taste so fucking good, baby.”

You both make eye contact, and for a second you want to feel like you’re the only two in the room again. He finally removes his mouth just as you’re starting to feel overstimulated and beginning to whimper. You almost share a smile. Almost want to tell him how good that was and how amazing his mouth felt on you.

But you’re taken out of the moment by the sound of the leash clipping onto the center ring of your collar. You look up, and it’s Kruger standing by the side of the bed, looking down at you with the leash wrapped around his fist. Every hair on your body stands at attention, the afterglow of your high all but wiped away in the blink of an eye.

“Up, bitch. Hands and knees.”

He tugs on the leash, pulling your neck up and off the mattress, as you shuffle your body until you’re on all fours. You look up at him as he pulls harder, squeezing the collar around your throat. Your eyes water but you hold in the urge to choke. There’s no sign from you to stop, and Kruger takes that as his cue to continue.

“Open,” he says. You don’t look back at him, but you feel Eren’s hands on your ass. Eren’s standing on his knees between your legs behind you, watching as you obediently open your mouth for his brother. He’s not sure what to call his feelings, the way his organs feel like they’re ready to crawl right out of his throat. He wishes he could go back to the video just the two of you shot. It was fun, it was light-hearted. Romantic, even. Nothing about this is romantic and he hates it.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for letting you cum, baby? Have a taste.”

Kruger leans down and spits into your open mouth. You can do nothing but swallow.

“Thank you,” you croak out your reply, voice hoarse because of the tightness around your throat. He still hasn’t let go of your leash, and you’re feeling light headed from the lack of air.

Kruger slaps you again, the corner of his lips perking up as you whimper. You wonder if Eren’s brother is the devil incarnate as he spits out, “Thank you?”

“Thank you, daddy.”

He mockingly soothes your cheek that he just slapped, skin still tingling. He gives it a single tap. “Good girl. Open up for daddy.”

The two men take a moment to unbutton their pants, cocks hard within the confines of their briefs. You turn your head to look back at Eren, and he’s giving you a questioning look. Are you okay? He seems to ask with his eyes. You offer him a simple nod and the tiniest semblance of a smile. But Kruger’s having none of that.

He tugs on your leash again, bringing your face right up to his cock. His pants and briefs hang at his mid-thighs. His cock is enormous, and you wonder how the hell it’s going to fit down your throat. 

Kruger catches you staring, and with a smirk he whispers, “Scared?”

In truth, you were, just a little. You’ve seen a lot of dicks, and Eren was big by porn star standards, but his brother? God really does have his favorites. And it was obvious the Jaeger brothers were no exception.

To stick with your role in the video, you swallow your fear and bring back your teasing, defiant demeanor. “I can take it daddy.”

“Don’t disappoint me.” He taps the head of his cock against your cupid’s bow, precum staining your lips. You open your mouth and swirl your tongue around his head, flushed a pretty pink and throbbing with need. 

While you begin sucking on Kruger’s tip, Eren’s bringing his up and down your folds behind you. With one hand gripping your ass, and the other at the base of his cock, he teases your still-sensitive clit, causing you to moan right around Kruger. It sends vibrations up his skin and through his body. You can hear Eren’s voice as he mumbles, “God, you’re so wet.” And when Eren finally begins to push himself into you? You’re mewling, hands gripping tight onto the sheets below you as you clench around him.

Eren sighs, his cock inside you feeling like heaven on earth. “Taking me so well,” he says, a thumb tracing circles on your hip, “Can feel you squeezing my cock, baby.”

Kruger gives you a devilish grin. “You like being stuffed with cock, don’t you, whore?”

“Mhm,” you can’t reply with anything but a hum as he begins to push his cock further into your mouth, holding your throat steady by the leash, his other hand coming to the back of your neck. It’s as if the brothers are synchronized, both their cocks pushing their way into your body at once.  

“Fuck, it’s tight,” Eren says between clenched teeth. His hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he watches his cock sink into you. He’s not just saying this for the video — your walls are clamping down on him so tight he fears he’ll cum and ruin the shot. 

Kruger agrees with his brother, with a breathy, “Shit, take it, take this cock down your fucking throat,” as your mouth moves further and further down his shaft. It feels good for him, the way your hot tongue glides up the throbbing vein on the underside, the way your red lips enclose his shaft, the way your throat is so tight around him. It all feels good.

You feel so impossibly full when they’re both inside you to the hilt. Kruger’s looking down at you, your eyes watering as you breathe through your nose, while Eren’s eyes dance between where you’re connected and up at you and Kruger. He’s waiting for Kruger to start as planned.

But Kruger turns up to his brother and says, “ihre handgelenke, bruder.”

My…hands? You wonder what he’s talking about.

“Your wrists,” Eren translates.

You feel Eren reach up over your body and capture both your wrists in his hands, pulling them back. You’re no longer supporting your weight, relying solely on Eren to pull you back so you don’t fall forward. And then you hear a clinking sound. He joins together the clamps on your wrists, effectively acting as handcuffs behind your back. You pull them slightly but they’re tight, you can’t move your wrists. Eren holds both your wrists in one hand, and slaps your ass with the other. 

Eren thinks to himself: You’ve shot so many porn videos… You can do this Eren. They want you to be rough. You can be rough, dammit. 

Eren pulls on your wrists, arching your back and pulling your ass back onto him. Then, Kruger pulls you forward by your leash, ramming his cock further down your throat. You can’t believe this position you’re in, being pulled back and forth by the twins onto their cocks like this. It has you whimpering as your body jolts back and forth, back onto Eren’s cock, then forward to Kruger’s pelvis. You’re being treated like nothing but a cocksleeve.

There’s tears stinging your eyes, sweat coating your face, mascara and eyeshadow running down your cheeks. Your lipstick smears as Kruger fucks your throat with no mercy, his cock impossibly far in, his balls slapping your chin. He’s spewing curse words at you, calling you a whore, a cockslut, a bitch – every degrading word you could ever think of. You can barely breathe, between the leash on your throat and Kruger’s cock in your mouth. 

Yet, Eren’s fucking you from behind exactly how you like it. He doesn’t start slow either, instead matching Kruger’s pace with forceful thrusts of his hips slapping against your ass. It has you moaning and squeezing your eyes shut, you want to scream but you can’t, not with the older brother fucking your throat like this. Eren’s shooting you words of praise, though low enough only for you to hear. Your moans against his cock pick up the pace, and Kruger pulls out for a moment, letting you catch your breath. You’re panting, your body threatening to fall over save for Eren holding you up by your wrists.

Kruger’s index finger hooks under your chin, tilting you up to face him, your body rocking forward with each of Eren’s thrusts. He looks down at you with that condescending look, your face so utterly fucked out, makeup a mess and tears streaming down your face.

“I thought you said you could take it, baby girl?” Eren groans loudly as you squeeze around him at the sound of Kruger’s deep voice, “But you’re crying, making a whole fucking  mess.”

You whimper as Eren slaps your ass once more, his thrusts so forceful your face almost crashes into Kruger’s pelvis. Kruger’s hand that was on your chin comes up to your lips, and he sticks a thumb past them, opening your jaw and pressing down on your tongue. 

“We’ll make a bigger mess of your face then, hm? Paint it with my cum, how would you like that?”

He stuffs his fingers in your mouth as far as they will go as you nod. He pulls them out, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his digits. He wipes it off on your chin, and a sob escapes your throat as Eren continues to fuck you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you and his balls slapping your clit with every thrust.

“Ahh fuck–Eren, I’m–”

“Gonna cum all over my cock?” He asks you, pulling tighter on your bound wrists as he continues to ram into you, over and over.

You part your lips, another moan perched in the back of your throat ready for release, but before you can make another sound Kruger again fills your mouth with his cock. It’s painted red with your lipstick, and soaked with your saliva. He thrusts into your throat, and it tightens in tandem with you squeezing Eren’s cock. Eren knows you’re about to cum, he can feel the way your body’s tensing up and your walls are contracting. You’re almost there, when Kruger surprises you both.

In a move that was certainly not on the script, he pulls Eren in closer by the back of the neck. You can barely believe your eyes when you look up and see that he kisseshis brother. Eren’s surprised too, for a moment, but he knows this is for the video, and plays along. They’re making out right above your back, Eren angling your chest up just a bit higher, his cock buried impossibly deep. You’re groaning around Kruger’s cock as Eren kisses him back just as roughly as Kruger captured his lips. When they part, Kruger pushes two of his fingers into Eren’s open mouth and down his throat. He stutters, choking around his brother’s fingers, but he continues to pound into you. His grip on your ass is tight as he coughs and grits out the singular word, “Fuck.”

Kruger pulls harshly on your leash, constricting your airway once more, and you close your eyes as you feel your peak approaching. Eren’s merciless behind you, switching to powerful thrusts that lurch you forward, so far that each thrust has him pulling out to the tip, only to pull you back down to the hilt. You want to sob and cry, you’ve never been fucked so hard like this, but Kruger’s cock in your throat suffocates you. You can only react by clamping down hard on Eren’s dick, your coil wound so tight you think your whole body will explode when you cum.

Kruger can see that you’re about to cum, and decides to elevate your experience further. He plugs your nose with his fingers, and at this point you literally cannot breathe. Your eyes are blown wide as you look up at him, and you feel so lightheaded you don’t know if you’ll pass out before this is over. 

“Fuck, she’s gonna cum,” Eren says, feelings your walls fluttering around his cock. It feels so good, he throws his head back in ecstasy, curse words rolling off his tongue.

“Go ahead and cum,” Kruger tells you, “Cum on my brother’s cock like a good little whore, baby.”

You can’t hold back any longer, your vision turning white as you cum on Eren’s length. What would have been pathetic whimpers are swallowed by Kruger’s cock in your mouth, and you can only give a muffled “mmm!” as your cum leaks down your thighs and coats Eren’s cock, spurt coating the sheets below you. Your mind is hazy as you are on the verge of passing out, but it only makes your orgasm all that more intense.

Kruger finally releases you, letting go of your nose and removing his cock from your throat. Eren undoes the connection between your wrists, and you bring your hands down to the bed to hold up your heaving chest before you can pathetically crash face-first into the mattress. Eren pulls out, despite how hard you were milking him and how badly he wants to cum inside you, because this scene isn’t supposed to end that way. 

Instead, as you’re helplessly coughing and catching your breath, covered in your slick, tears, smudged makeup, and sweat, Eren joins his brother on the edge of the bed right in front of your face. Both of them stand before you, cocks glistening wet, right before your lips. 

You sit on your weak knees, blinking back tears, looking up at them. Without a word you bring a hand to each of their cocks, pumping their shafts with your fist. You bring Eren’s cock to your mouth, just the tip while you fist his shaft. He was already so close to cumming inside you earlier, that he begins to rut his hips into you. He can’t help but whine out a “Fuck, baby,” while he leans into your touch. He holds in his orgasm as best he can, to cum at the same time as his brother. You release him from your mouth and bring your thumb over his slit, teasing him.

With Kruger it’s not as obvious that he’s near his peak, but you can see in the way his body tenses, and hear the low curses coming from his lips, that he’s close too. You take Kruger’s cock into your mouth again, sucking on the tip as you pump the base with your fist.

“You want us to cum on your face?” He asks, and his voice has an edge to it. You know from his videos that’s how it sounds when he’s about to cum. He poses his words as a question but he already knows the answer to it.

“Yes, daddy,” you reply as you release his cock from your mouth, looking up at both men towering above you. “Want your cum on my tongue,” you beg for their seed as you stick out your tongue.

You switch between their cocks in your mouth a second time, earning the most sinful moans from each brother, but you release them before they can cum in your mouth. With a few more furious pumps of your hands, and groans coming from the two brothers, they cum together on your face, thick ropes of white painting your skin. In regards to this, for once both twins are the same–they cum a lot, in several loads that drip down your cheeks, coat your tongue and even spill down your breasts and onto your knees. You slow down the movements of your fists as the last of their cum coats your hands. You show them your tongue, coated white with their release.

“Fuck, so good,” Eren says between breaths. He watches, still reeling, as Kruger reaches out to you.

“Show us how badly you wanted our cum,” Adds Kruger, hooking a finger under your jaw to close it.

You swallow all the cum that was on your tongue, the action of swallowing hurting your raw throat. You blink harshly but otherwise stay silent, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show them. Behind them you can see the cameraman filming you, and the sight brings you back to earth, because this whole time you’d almost forgotten you were even filming.

Kruger silently pats your cheek in acknowledgement, and Eren reaches to smooth down your hair.

“Good girl.”

Off-screen, Zeke yells, “Cut!”

The three of you turn to him as the cameras shut off, and Zeke looks at the three of you incredulously. The twins zip up their pants while you’re still naked on the bed, too shocked by the scene you just filmed to even move.

“Holy shit,” is all he says, looking between his step-brothers and you, your face completely fucked-out. “That was insane.” 

You lie back against the bed and Eren comes over to your side.

“Are you okay?” He asks, worry stitching his brows together and causing a slight frown to marr his features.

“Just give me five minutes,” you sigh, laying back against the bed and staring at the ceiling. Your only thought, as Eren grabbed a nearby bottle of water for you, and Kruger walked away with a smirk on his lips, was: Fuck, we still have two more scenes.

The second scene starts out quite differently than the first.

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Pairing: Actor!Eren Yeager x MakeupArtist!Reader (AOT Live Action Show AU)

Genre: I genuinely have no idea? fluff? angst? a little bit of both?

Type: headcanon/bulletpoint

A/N: This was originally supposed to be the last part, but it was getting SO LONG and there was SO MUCH that needed to happen that I’m splitting it into two. Inspired by @nihaalart ‘s actor au fan art :)

part 1,part 2,part 3

• Going back to your apartment after everything was depressing to say the least
• You had made good money as a makeup artist before Attack On Titan
• Yk from doing makeup for weddings, SFX makeup for other projects, doing stuff on YouTube and social media and stuff
• So it wasn’t that you were going back to a crappy place
• But the off white walls, throw blankets, comfy couches, and picture frames that surrounded you just didn’t feel like homeanymore
• It was too lonely
• You wanted the energy you felt on set
• The excitement and fun
• The friendship and love you had shared
• Love
• Eren
• God, what was he going to think of you?
• You just left him without any explanation
• You refused to answer his or anyone else’s texts
• You were kinda sorta shutting down
• Mikasa and Hange had been messaging you on every platform you had
• Jean, Reiner, and Zeke had texted you every morning
• Armin had called you at least four times and Sasha sent you video messages
• Even Levi - the captain of being antisocial - had sent you a message asking where you where and how you were doing
• But Eren?
• Eren sent nothing
• Not a single message
• No call, no text
• Nothing
• And honestly?
• That hurt more than getting fired
• You’d thought that after six months of filming
• Six months of talking to each other and being there for one another
• That he would’ve done something - anything - to show you he was worried, that he cared about you
• But no
• Nothing
• It killed you inside
• Took your heart and twisted it until you couldn’t breathe, only releasing it to stab it over and over again
• You hated this
• Somuch
• The pain of everything that happened consumed you to the point where you literally didn’t get out of bed for three days
• It wasn’t until you literally started to get nauseous from not eating that you decided enough was enough
• So you picked yourself up from the depths of despair all by yourself and started over again
• You got up and showered, washing your skin free of all your feelings until it was red
• You threw your clothes and bedding into the laundry machine and went to the kitchen in the first new pair of clothes you’d put on since you’d gotten back
• It felt good in a way, moving forward, trying to leave the past behind
• But part of you was still breaking over the fact that everything was over
• How you’d probably never see the people you’d grown to care about so much again
• Because they were global superstars and you were just you
• You’d always had a feeling that you’d be left in the dust once this was over
• That they were all just being nice because they had to see you all the time
• But you couldn’t focus on that anymore
• As much as it hurt, the past was the past
• You had to focus on what was happening right now
• What you could do to move forward
• About a week after you’d been fired, you decided to finally go back to makeup
• You’d cleaned up the small office space you used as your studio - washing your brushes, fixing your palettes and paints, organizing everything to set it up for how you normally did walkthroughs/tutorials
• You were literally about to press record on your camera to start when you heard a knock on your door
• You sighed
• You really just wanted to be left alone with your makeup right now
• But then you remembered the new Mehron body paints you had ordered a few weeks back and realized it was probably them so you got up anyways
• You trudged to your door, hair held back by a fuzzy headband and clad in a black tank top and your most embarrassing pajama pants because no one ever saw the bottom half of your body in your videos anyways
• The knocking on your door got louder and you huffed out an “I’m coming” before reaching for the handle and swinging it open
• You stopped dead in your tracks
• The figure in front of you was dressed head to toe in black, hood pulled up over their head and a mask covering the bottom half of their face
• Honest to god you had no idea who this strange person was judging from their getup alone
• But their eyes?
• You’d know those eyes anywhere
• You could die and be reincarnated and in another life you’d still be able to recognize them
• There
• In all his glory and charm
• Was Eren. Freaking. Yeager
• And you
• Beating the amazing talented beautiful dISASTER that you are
• SLAMMED THE DOOR SHUT
• Because oh my god????
• What was he doing here????
• How did he get your address??? Why didn’t he call or text??? Why was he literally on your doorstep oh my g o d?????
• But then you realize you just shut the door on a literal global celebrity who probably risked a whole lot even just getting to your place so you take a few deep breaths and open the door
• You don’t look at him again, just move to the side and gesture for him to come in quickly
• You close the door behind him softly as he walks into your home
• A weird feeling since your home is your safe space and you hardly let anyone into it
• Eren had taken off his hood and mask and was standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets awkwardly
• Like he was a middle schooler giving a presentation
• You cleared your throat even more awkwardly
• “What, uh… what are you doing here?”
• He fiddled with his hands
• “I wanted to see how you were doing.”
• He shifted slightly
• “… and I’m also on strike.”
• You blinked
• He was on what now?
• “Eren, what? What do you mean you’re on strike?”
• He sighed and pushed a few strands of hair away from his face
• “After you left, the rest of the cast and I asked around to see what happened. Nobody would tell us until Armin did a little digging.
• “He found out that you had been fired and replaced with someone else - one of the assistants that Esme brought with her this season.”
• You nodded
• You’d figured that one of the other artists or assistants would’ve taken your job
• Eren continued, “You know those stalker fans? The ones that follow us around everywhere, show up at our houses sometimes, and try to get into every fan event and stuff?”
• You nodded slowly, trying to understand where he was going
• He let out a mirthless laugh
• “Turns out that ‘assistant’ was actually one of them. She had been watching me for months, and I guess when she saw how close we were she got jealous. She was the one who went to the director and got you fired.”
• He looked at you for a second, half expecting a reaction from you
• But you sat in stunned silence as you tried to process his words
• Eren sighed, “At first no one would tell me anything - about what happened with you, I mean. I asked everyone but no one seemed to know. But then the assistant… she kept saying things - weird things to me. She even followed me to my trailer one night after shooting and refused to leave when I asked her to. It was making me really uncomfortable so I told Mikasa and Armin about it. 
• “That’s when Armin started asking around about her and found out. After the truth came out, the director tried to support his decision about firing you, but none of the cast was comfortable with it so we refused to work until you were brought back. We’ve been on strike for almost five days now and no filming has been getting done. The director told me that I had to come and ask you back in person, so I’m here.”
• You blinked
• “I… Eren I don’t even know what to say…”
• You ran a hand over your face and motioned for him to sit down on the couch
• “First of all, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I can’t imagine how scary it must be when fans like that are around, let alone in a position that close to you.
• “Secondly, I appreciate all of you doing that for me, I really really do. More than you know. But it isn’t fair to ask you to do that.”
• Eren opened his mouth to say something but you put a hand up
• “You’ve all worked so hard to get to where you are, you shouldn’t throw it away for someone who is easily replaceable. I can’t ask to make my problem yours.”
• Eren sat for a moment before taking your hands in his
• His touch was so gentle, thumb caressing the back of your hand softly as if you were made from fine porcelain that would break if held too roughly
• “That’s the thing, (Y/N), you aren’t replaceable. You’re what brings life to set every day, the reason so many of us are so happy this season even though we’re all exhausted. You make it a better place and us better people. So you aren’t asking us to do anything. When it comes to you, your problems become our problems too.”
• He paused
• “… they become minetoo.”
• The tentative tone in his voice made you meet his gaze
• Those beautiful eyes that were so vibrant you couldn’t believe they were real
• You swallowed
• “Why?”
• His lips turned up softly in a smile and his voice was no more than a whisper when he spoke next
• “Because I love you”

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just some general headcanons about actor!eren bc I like this au :-)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: mentions of mental health issues, but I think that’s it!

Appearance:

• Eren is pretty tan
  
• He likes to spend time outside so he’s pretty friendly with the sun
  
• He has freckles
  
• (you can see them under the makeup in closeups on camera)
  
• He’s very athletic so he’s pretty muscular but in like a lean way
  
• He’s literally drop dead gorgeous
  
• Like he was cute as a kid/pre-teen but puberty hit him like a freaking truck
  
• Like between season 3 and 4 when puberty was finishing up for him he just like
  
• Changed into a god
  
• So if half the world wasn’t already in love with him they would be now
  
• That being said he doesn’t totally enjoy always being praised for his looks
  
• Like yeah once in a while but he’s had times where fans just reduce him to his face or his body and it makes him uncomfortable
  
• Like notice him for his talent too!!!!
  
• Speaking of his face, he has the literal most beautiful eyes ever
  
• When the show started airing there were thousands of posts asking whether or not that was his real eye color
  
• He confirmed that they are, in fact, his real eyes
  
• He’s tall but people don’t always realize it bc the rest of the cast (minus Levi lol) are also pretty tall
  
• So when people see him in real life/in pictures with other people they’re always like huh???!!!
  
• Bc he’s so good looking he’s done modeling for several luxury brands like Gucci, YSL, Versace, etc.
  
• Like he did an ad for the Versace Eros cologne and it wold out within 20 minutes of the ad being released
  
• He’s actually really fashionable
  
• I see him having similar style to people like Tom Holland, Taehyung from BTS, and Hyunjin from Stray Kids
  
• He’s got tons of hoodies too
  
• Perfect for stealing
  
• (Which the rest of the cast definitely does)
  

Background/How He Got Started:

• He has a background in boxing/martial arts that he started in because he got bullied when he was younger and needed an outlet for his emotions
  
• So he enrolled in some martial arts and gymnastics classes at a local gym and ended up really liking it
  
• He started gaining a small following before landing his role on AOT by posting boxing/martial arts vids and tutorials
  
• It helped him a lot when he got the job
  
• Speaking of which, AOT was his first role
  
• He had started taking acting lessons seriously after he did a few school plays and ended up applying for the open casting call that had been put out for AOT
  
• He actually almost didn’t end up submitting his audition bc he figured nothing would happen and they wouldn’t look twice at someone who had no real experience
  
• But the directors were like “oh my god this is exactly who we’re looking for where has he been all this time????!!!”
  
• Cause like they’d been having major trouble casting their main role
  
• The candidates were great and the auditions were good but no one really fit
  
• And then came Eren
  
• The directors were all like: oh my GOD???!!!!
  
• YOU ARE LITERALLY EREN FREAKING YEAGER???!!!!
  
• So it was no question that he was going to be Eren
  
• He had this haunting way of portraying Eren while also embodying how excited/angry he was in the first few seasons
  
• Plus he could already do tons of cool tricks!!!
  
• So it was a win-win situation
  

Personality:

• He can sometimes pretty reserved and quiet when he first meets people
  
• Which makes people think he’s kind of mean/standoffish and intimidating
  
• (Maybe it’s his resting bitch face)
  
• But he’s actually super chill and very fun when he gets comfortable
  
• He can be very affectionate to the people he’s close with i.e. the main cast and crew of AOT
  
• Lots of hugs and arms around shoulders and random friendly cheek pecks all around
  
• Expect to be attacked with a bear hug if he sees so much as a frown on anyone’s face
  
• He’s actually really funny
  
• Like he doesn’t try he’s just funny
  
• Idk how to explain it
  
• Like the facial expressions he makes when someone does something questionable?
  
• Iconic
  
• Theres hour long compilations on youtube of them
  
• Connie says something weird?
  
• Eren has a face for that
  
• Jean acts cute for his fans?
  
• Eren has a face for that
  
• Someone says they ship (idk) Mikasa and Zeke?
  
• EREN HAS A FACE FOR THAT
  
• AND THEY ARE ✨HYSTERICAL✨
  
• He spoils so much
  
• Because he forgets what has been revealed in the show and what’s been revealed in the manga
  
• And like people wonder if some of the stuff that happens in the manga is gonna happen in the show
  
• And sometimes he can’t remember so he just says stuff and then Zeke, Levi, and Hange have to do damage control
  
• Poor baby just sits there confused until he realizes
  
• He has this aura about him that puts people at ease
  
• Bc he’s very charismatic and charming and easygoing
  
• Someone makes a mistake? Hey, no biggie he’ll help them work on it and they’ll get it next time
  
• But he’s also very serious about his work
  
• Incredibly hard working and strives to be his best
  
• When he doesn’t feel like he did his best he can get very upset and depressed bc he’s actually also very self conscious
  
• Being in the spotlight all the time will do that to you
  
• But he’s working on it
  
• He actually had to have a psychologist on set for season 4-5 because of how bad it was getting and how much bad stuff he had to act like he was doing
  
• Like there’d be a torture scene and he’d feel like shit after having to do it even though everyone knew it was just acting
  
• But Eren doesn’t like it even if it’s fake
  
• (‘cause he’s lowkey a softie and very protective of the people he cares about)
  
• Also bc of the amount of just sheer bad stuff Eren the character does in the final two seasons and the amount of controversy surrounding the character he gets concerned
  
• Bc idk he works hard on the character and the show and he wants people to enjoy it yk
  
• But Eren has an amazing support group with the cast and crew
  
• And no matter what happens or how deep Eren gets in his mind
  
• They will always have his back
  

Fandom: Attack on Titan 
Pairing: Eren x Reader 
Words:4k 

Warnings: Season 4 spoilers (namely for Part 1), canon divergence, Reader is a Titan Shifter, open discrimination against Eldians and Paradis, blood and violence, references to depression and coping with PTSD, disregard for said PTSD, mentions of past romantic feelings (which may or may not be reciprocated and/or still strong in the present tense) 

A/N: I’m *finally* back with another chapter, woohoo! I’m sorry this came out later than I originally intended. Right now I’m a bit preoccupied with writing my Levi/OC fic, so that’s taking most of my time when I’m not working on this story. I’m almost done with Part 5 but I might wait to post it until I have the majority of Part 6 written out, just so I’m not rushing myself. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! It’s a bit of a slower one, but it gives (in my opinion anyway) a little bit of a break from the events of the last couple chapters. If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know and I’ll include you! (And if I forgot to tag anyone I’m incredibly sorry!) 

Taglist:@ranitani,@dream-alittlebiggerdarling,@katsies​,@lattebabie​

“Kisses in the Morning Rain” Masterlist 

The first thing you notice when you open your eyes is how cold the air is. Musty, damp, the scent of dirt strong against your nose. Your back is stiff, your shoulder hurts like hell.

You reach up and touch your forehead. At least the cut has healed.

A single lantern hangs in the corner of the room—on the other side of a set of steel bars. A prison cell, you realize with a shiver. Probably in the underground dungeons, directly below Mitras. Or at least, one of the districts of Wall Sina.

But why? Why are you still alive?

You don’t remember much after passing out. You remember falling in and out of sleep, hearing all kinds of voices speaking around you, none of them saying words that made any sense. You remember feeling cold, hard bands around your wrists, but when you glance down at them, you can’t see anything. You’re not chained to the wall or tied up or handcuffed in any way. Just trapped in a prison cell underground.

A cage, and you almost laugh bitterly.

There’s no one outside the cage, not even a couple of guards to keep watch. Why not? Even if the Scouts brought you back to Paradis and kept you alive as their prisoner, why wouldn’t they at least make sure you were being watched?

Never mind that. You can break out of this cell at any time, with the War Hammer’s power. Just one flick of your wrist and—

The gentle sound of footsteps echo through the hall. You sit up in the bed (the only piece of furniture in the cell, minus the sink and toilet) and watch as the newcomer steps into the light.

Your chest aches when you see Commander Hanji Zoë, staring at you through the bars of the cell with her one good eye.

You haven’t seen her since the day you left Paradis. Since the day the Scouts found out about the outside world. She’s changed in the last four years—not just her hairstyle, but that familiar glow of laughter in her eyes is gone. You faintly remember losing Moblit in the battle for Shiganshina; losing him must’ve been a huge blow for her.

She sighs softly, before leaning against the wall directly across your cell. She’s dressed in a familiar green overcoat that reaches down to her knees, with the Wings of Freedom sewn over the chest pocket and sleeves. You remember wearing those wings once, and actually being proud of them.

The memory makes you want to cry.

“Why did you keep me alive?”

Hanji hangs her head. “It was Eren’s idea.”

Your temples start to pound with a headache. Wasn’t Eren going to eat you back in Marley? Use the Jaw Titan’s teeth to crush your Titan’s crystal to pieces and steal the War Hammer Titan from you? It makes no sense for him to want to bring you back to Paradis alive, rather than devouring you right there on the battlefield. He must know of the danger you pose to Paradis and the rest of its citizens; in fact, all of the Scouts should know that by now. So why bring you back with them in the first place?

“It’s been a while,” Hanji says weakly, offering you a slight smile. Not like the ones she’s given you in the past, full of hope and pride and affection. “How’ve you been?”

Your gaze drops to the ground. Why is she asking you something like this? You don’t know how to respond, so you simply shrug your shoulders at her.

“I see…” She sighs again and sinks to the ground in a sitting position. You follow suit, the ends of your festival dress brushing against the steel bars. “Eren told me what happened that day…after you left.”

Of course he did. You cross your arms against your knees, hugging them to your chest. Hanji takes your silence as a sign to continue—and honestly, the sound of her voice is somewhat soothing, even after all this time.

“It didn’t make sense at first, why you would leave with them. We didn’t suspect you with Reiner and the others, when the Female Titan attacked for the first time. You never gave us any reason to suspect you; we never had a Titan to link you to.” She laughs a little at that part, and suddenly you’re reminded of her love for Titans beyond the Walls, and you wonder if she still has that wild spark inside of her somewhere. “You insisted you didn’t know anything, even when we questioned you about it. You’re a very capable liar, I suppose.”

Liar, hero, heir, traitor. So many words have been used to describe you over the years, and not a single one of them were false.

“You never interfered with our plans to attack the Armored and Colossal Titans in Shiganshina, nor did you stop us from trying to take on the Beast Titan. And yet…you never shared any of your intel with us. Never helped us with our strategies, never warned us of what the enemy could do next.”

“There was nothing to share,” you mumble into the crook of your arm. “You figured it out pretty fast, Commander.”

She scoffs at the title. “Maybe so, but we could’ve used your help. Maybe we could’ve saved a few lives, back in Shiganshina.”

You know instantly she’s thinking of Moblit. Of Erwin, the previous Commander of the Survey Corps, and the countless other Scouts who perished on that day. Is their blood on your hands, as well?

“Still,” she continues, “you left with them in the end. Even after you told the Beast Titan you wouldn’t.”

So why?

Suddenly, you want to tell her everything. The possibility of seeing Fine again, the tarnished reputation of your family’s name, the promise of glory upon returning to Marley—and even the pain that grew in your chest that day, with every passing moment, until you finally said goodbye to Eren in the middle of the night.

But what good will come of it? Who is she to have pity on you, especially at a time like this? To someone like you, who’s killed more Scouts and civilians both directly and indirectly, thanks to your involvement with Marley? Who sat by and watched as your fellow Scouts struggled to understand the concept of intelligent Titans, to even consider the possibility of Titan Shifters in the first place. You, who could’ve played a huge role in bringing glory to Paradis and the rest of humanity on the island, saving at least a hundred lives in the process…

But you didn’t. You were a bystander until the end—until you ran home like a coward, seeking refuge across the sea.

“Listen,” Hanji finally says, and your head jerks up at her voice, “I’m well aware that you were probably in the same boat as Reiner. You were mostly likely forced to do Marley’s bidding without any will of your own. So I don’t blame you for that. However,” there’s an edge to her voice now, “the same cannot be said for the way you abandoned us. After so many years of fighting against Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie…why would you go back to them at the very end?”

You reach down and start to pick at a loose thread of your skirt, the frayed ends barely clinging to the fabric. Hanji’s staring at you intently now, silently demanding an answer from you.

You have no business obeying her; she’s not your Commander anymore.

And yet, you find yourself mumbling out, “Because I couldn’t bear to stay here.”

For the first time in all the years you’ve known her, Hanji is stunned to silence. Slowly, you raise yourself off the ground and dust off the skirt of your dress, meeting her gaze and struggling to keep calm.

“You already know I’m a Tybur. One of the most influential Eldian families within Marley. I was selected to carry the burden of the War Hammer Titan and use it to steal the Founder away from the citizens of Paradis. But once we actually started that mission…” Tears cling to your eyelashes, threatening to drip down your cheeks. “…I realized that it couldn’t be done. We were kids, Hanji. I was a kid. And I didn’t want to answer for Marley’s sins anymore!”

Your head is pounding something fierce now, electric jolts flooding your veins. You can feel your Titan surging forward at the fury, but you will it to stay back and contain itself. There’s no use in breaking out now and running the risk of possibly killing Hanji. Not when she’s shown a bit of mercy towards you.

“So I played dumb. I didn’t want anything to do with Reiner or Bertholdt, so I pretended to be one of you. I wanted to forget about Marley and just pretend I was an Eldian. None of you knew you were Eldians, good or bad…you were just people! And I wanted to be a part of that.”

Everything comes crashing down on you at once. Training with the 104^th cadets, acting like the kids you were. Sharpening your blades just in time to defend the city of Trost, when the Colossal Titan mysteriously appeared once more. Battling Annie in Stohess District in her Titan form, and solidifying your loyalty to the Scouts and Paradis—and watching the sick betrayal wallow up in her Titan’s eyes at the realization.

Everything else from that moment on followed suit: your rejection of Reiner and Bertholdt, your determination to defend Eren and Historia, and your refusal to return home in the end with Reiner and Zeke. Only, you had betrayed that sense of loyalty to the Scouts, as well as Paradis. You had abandoned them when they needed you the most, damning your name on the island of devils.

“Zeke found me and Eren, after the battle. He said my family wanted me to come home, and I thought of my cousin—she’s more like a sister now, and the other kids… They were still waiting for me to come home! And I didn’t want to leave them without at least saying goodbye first! But…I never found the chance to come back, like I planned…”

It wasn’t as though you’d be welcomed back with open arms, anyway. From the way Eren looked at you that night, green eyes filled with tears, angry red Titan marks etched on his skin… You knew you would never be allowed to return to this island alive.

So then…why was it Eren who insisted on bringing you back with him?

An unsettling silence forms between the two of you. Hanji clears her throat and leans against the wall again, while you rest your forehead on the cold steel bars. Your Titan’s energy has died a little, the thrumming less pronounced beneath your skin. At least you’re in control again, you remind yourself. But it doesn’t do anything to lessen the pain in your chest.

“…You always did seem a little out of place with them.” You glance up at Hanji, who manages to smile at you through the bars of the cell. “With Reiner and Bertholdt, I mean. You always seemed to fit so well with Eren and Armin and Mikasa.”

…I did? You never thought of yourself as one of them, even before learning about Eren’s Attack Titan ability. You never deemed yourself worthy enough to be considered as part of their group, no matter how much Eren insisted you were.

“Also,” she adds, with a sly smile stretching across her face, “you were attached to the hip with Eren. I’m surprised Mikasa never got jealous of you, honestly.”

Words that intend to bring up a happy memory, maybe even a sense of longing for the past. But instead you sink to your knees in the dirt of your cell, wrapping your arms around your upper half. The tears come hard and fast, cascading down your cheeks like little rivers.

You don’t want to live in Marley. You don’t want to go back to that horrible place.

You don’t want to stay in Paradis with the people you betrayed. The people who treated you as one of their own for the longest time.

You don’t want to be stuck in this endless war anymore. A cycle of hate that keeps on living, two different kinds of people always clawing at each other’s throats. You don’t want to be a pawn in their game anymore.

You don’t want to be the head of the Tybur family. You don’t want to use the power of the War Hammer Titan, not even to break yourself out of this damned cell.

You don’t want to fall asleep at night, thinking of the countless people you’ve murdered over the years. You don’t want to scrape your hands raw beneath the running water every time you visit the washroom, trying so hard to clean the blood off your skin, even when you can’t see it anymore. You can still feel it, no matter how many times you wash them off—you don’t want to feel it anymore.

All you want is to spend the last four years of your life with the green-eyed boy you used to love, in the little cabin at the heart of an unknown forest, just as you’ve always dreamed about.

Eren Jaeger. After all these years, you’re still in love with Eren Jaeger.

Hanji watches you from the other side of the bars, awkwardly shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The Hanji from before, the one who didn’t know you were part of Marley’s Warrior Unit yet, would sink to her knees alongside you and pull you close to her chest for a hug.

But you don’t expect her to do anything like that; not when she knows you can kill her at any second.

Still, she doesn’t leave without saying a few more words: “This cell is beneath Stohess District, just so you know. You won’t do much good trying to break out—so please, try not to do so.”

You barely have the strength to nod as she turns away and disappears down the hall. Only when you hear the heavy door slam shut do you bury your face into your hands, sobbing uncontrollably as the War Hammer’s power thrums to life beneath your skin.

“How is she faring, doctor?”

You can hear the man’s voice on the other side of the door, soft and gentle as he speaks to your aunt. “A little shaken up, but she’ll be fine. I suggest you give her some time, though. God only knows what she’s seen over there.”

Over there. On the other side of the sea, on the island of devils.

“But I wouldn’t worry,” the doctor continues, and you can just imagine him shaking his head. “She’s a strong girl. She’ll get through it eventually.”

“I hope so.” You can hear your aunt sigh, and your hands curl into fists on your lap. “She’ll forget about the time spent over there, I’m sure. It must’ve been hard for her, surrounded by so many devils. Pretending to be one of them.”

But you are one of them. Whether you live on one side of the sea or the other, they’re all the same. They share the same blood of the devil, the same curse they were born with.

But it won’t do you any good to point that out to your aunt. As caring and understanding that she can be, she has little tolerance for talk about the Eldians living on the other side of the ocean. Those are the cursed Eldians, while the ones in Marley (like your own family’s bloodline) are the honored ones. The ones blessed to live in a place like Marley to begin with. The ones that can travel freely throughout the nation, and not just trapped within the gates of Liberio.

The ones not confined by a cage.

But it still feels as though you’re in one.

So you snap your lips shut and wait for your aunt to finish talking to the doctor. You’ll go along with whatever treatment they have planned for you, to help you with the nightmares and episodes. It’ll be better for everyone if you don’t mention anything from that damned island at all, much less the devils living there. The last thing you want is to upset Fine and the other children with horrible talk like that.

They are the devils, you remind yourself, over and over again as the months crawl by. They are the devils of the world. It’s their fault we’re in this mess to begin with.

But in the dead of night, curled up in your bed with nothing but the shadows to keep you company, you can feel the tears slipping down your cheeks, as the memories come flooding back, one by one.

They are all devils—but so are we.

So am I.

The days pass by slowly. You remain in your cell, offered meager meals and water twice every single day from a pair of guards. But then you’re left to your own devices once more, staring at the lone lantern hanging from the corner of the cell.

Hanji comes to visit you a few more times. You half-expect her to drag Captain Levi down here with her one of these days, just so he can beat the living hell out of you for your betrayal. You wouldn’t be surprised—you just aren’t exactly looking forward to it. But he doesn’t visit you.

Neither does Eren. Although, you don’t really expect him to, at this point.

Armin visits you one day, and at first you almost don’t recognize him. His hair is cut shorter than you remember, styled in an undercut, and his eyes have lost that hopeful blue luster. But he still tries to smile at you, when he greets you from the other side of your cell.

“I think I get it, now,” he mumbles, as the two of you take a seat on either side of the bars. “Why you guys did what you did…on that day.”

The day Wall Maria fell…the day Shiganshina fell to the Titans. The memories make you shudder.

Of course, Armin would try to understand you. He was always the most empathetic, forming a bond with you at the first opportunity. The two of you always had a special connection, nowhere near as emotional and intimate as the one you shared with Eren, but something else entirely. Something else that was still just as special to you. Throughout your years on Paradis, you never once regretted meeting Armin Arlert.

You ask him the same question you asked Hanji, and he answers you with downcast eyes: “Eren thought you could be useful to our cause—that’s why he managed to convince Commander Hanji and Captain Levi to keep you down here.”

You can only scoff and shake your head. “Then why was he prepared to kill me back then, in Liberio? He was going to take the War Hammer Titan for himself…so why didn’t he do it when he had the chance?”

Armin sighs in defeat, lowering his head to the dirt below. “I…I think he might still have a soft spot for you.”

Nowthat is completely unrealistic. Armin’s usually smarter than this—has he hit his head or something?

There’s no way in hell Eren Jaeger has a soft spot for you. Not after everything you’ve put him through. Not after you left him in the middle of the forest that night, angry tears streaming down his cheeks, fists rigid against the collar of your shirt. You remember it all too well, and even after all this time, the swirl of guilt has never left your stomach.

You wonder if he wants to kill you himself, once this is all over.

“He hates me,” you spit out, “I’m sure of it. You heard about what happened that night, didn’t you? How I left him and the Survey Corps behind?” To go back to Reiner and Zeke, so we could escape back to Marley?

“He told us,” Armin replies without missing a beat, “but I’m sure you had your reasons. You were probably threatened, weren’t you? You probably still have a family over there…”

His voice trails off awkwardly at the mention of them. Anger sears through your veins as you remember your uncle, broken and bloody as the Attack Titan swallowed him whole. Your uncle, who planned to die before the night was up, leaving the rest of his family behind to pave the way for Marley’s survival.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” you growl, pressing your palms into the dirt. “It’s not like I’m ever going to see them again. I’m not making it out of this cell, am I?”

Armin opens his mouth to object…then snaps it shut soon after. He heaves another sigh, and you know right then and there, that you’re not walking away from Paradis any time soon.

“They’re still deciding on what to do with you,” he finally breaks the silence. “Either to keep you as a prisoner or give the War Hammer to another soldier…or maybe to Eren himself.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. Of course, that would be their plan. Eren tried to do the same thing in Liberio, so why not just help him along and—

“But he refused.”

“…What?”

“He said he didn’t want your Titan. He didn’t want its power…at least, not yet. So I guess that buys you a little more time in here.”

He doesn’t…want to inherit the War Hammer Titan? It makes no sense—why would he try to devour you back in Liberio, but not do it now, when you’re weakened and incapable of fighting back? Now is the perfect opportunity to take the War Hammer from you, and he’s just throwing it away like it’s nothing.

“But why wouldn’t he take it for himself? And don’t say it’s because he has a soft spot,” your lip curls at those final words, and Armin winces beneath your gaze. “There has to be another reason.”

Armin clears his throat before rising from his seat. He brushes the dirt off his coat, blue eyes fixed on you the entire time.

“I suppose you can ask him that yourself. But if you want my opinion,” he smiles weakly, and for a moment you see a flash of the mischievous boy you once knew inside the Walls, his eyes the color of the sea’s salty waves, “I don’t think he’s completely let go of the past.”

What does he mean by that? Does Eren still despise you for betraying the Scouts, for leaving Paradis for Marley in the dead of night? For breaking his heart after you made him promise to live with you once the war was over? For giving him false hope that you could lead a somewhat normal life once the Titans were defeated in the battle for Shiganshina?

Or…is there something else to Armin’s words, something he’s not outright telling you? Is it possible that Eren, even after all this time and everything you made him suffer through, still looks at you and sees the young girl from the 104^th Training Corps? The one who made him smile and held back his arm when he threatened to fight with Jean, the one that bared her blades at a moment’s notice, ready to protect him alongside Mikasa? The one he shared a silly tavern room with the night before the battle, the one he promised to live together with once this damn war was over?

Maybe Armin’s right, as crazy as it sounds. Maybe, after all these years, Eren still sees you as the girl he once loved.  

Well, I suppose that makes two of us.

But Armin’s gone before you can ask him anything more. The heavy door slams at the end of the hall, echoing through the darkness. You turn to rest on the bed in the corner, to mull over what he’s just told you—but then you hear something else, a soft sound through the shadows.

Another pair of footsteps, closing in on the cell. You hold your breath and face the newcomer head-on, your blood singing in your veins.

“…Eren.”

—i’m about to show you, baby, slow down!

pairing: eren x fem!reader

warnings:toxic relationship (eren and reader are both major assholes), poor jean thirdwheeling, smut, fingering, name calling, slight dubious consent, possessiveness, jealousy

a/n: erm… i’m back…

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The relationship that you have with Eren Yeager is… flawed, to say the very least. Toxic doesn’t even begin to describe it. Perhaps just catastrophically, utterly fucked up.

He says he doesn’t want a girlfriend— because why would he want to be held down?— but then wants to burn any man who even glances in your direction. You say you don’t need him, but here you are, falling at his feet once again.

“'ren, I can’t.” You gasp as he licks a path from your neck to the back of your ear, biting the lobe.

“You can.” He laughs lowly. You can feel him pressing against your core, aching through his pants in his want. His hands press up on either side above you, caging you in. Overwhelmingyou.

“I’m serious. You can’t just follow me to my dates and…” You falter as you feel his hands move from the wall to your waist, gently squeezing your hips.

“And?” He urges you to go on, fingers fiddling with the sides of your dress.

“And, do this.” You gesture to him, to the bathroom the two of you stand in. “I’m sick of it, Eren, I’m sick of you—”

His lips cover yours in an instant, the taste of his faint cherry chapstick— the one he stole from you— melting on your tongue and making you moan at the familiarity of it all.

Wait, no.

You push him off, chest heaving. “Stop kissing me!”

Eren runs his thumb against your bottom lip. “It’s the only way to shut you up.”

You slap his hand away. “Stop. I’m on a date with—”

“Jean?” Eren interrupts, scoffing. “You think he’s better than me?”

“Iknow he is. He’s nice, he actually cares about me, and he’s waiting for me, so we’re done.” You turn to unlock the door, but Eren slams his large hand against it, stopping you from prying it open.

“Eren.”

“Why don’t you get that you’re mine?” He nearly growls, forcing you to turn back toward him with a hand on your jaw. “I’m tired of your fucking games.”

Your heart stills at mine.

His hands drag down, easing your dress up your thighs. The glint in his eyes dares you to stop him, but you simply clench your hands into fists as your skin ignites in heat.

Eren pauses when he sees the black lace of your underwear. His gaze meets yours, and you can practically see the flames flicker in anger.

“You wore this for him?”

Truthfully, no. You’d planned on going home alone and texting Eren to come over. But you are well aware of Eren’s jealousy, especially his hatred towards Jean. You need to play this out logically, teasingly,no matter the risk.

“And what if I did?”

His hand is over your throat before you can even finish whispering the question, your body thudding against the door.

Checkmate.

“Fucking slut.” He sneers, his free hand cupping your heat and making you groan as his palm grinds against your clit. “Can feel how wet you are.”

He pulls the crotch of the fabric to the side, letting his index and middle finger slide through your folds and into your tight hole. The stretch is blissful, making you toss your head back. His thumb flicks your clit in gentle, steady circles. Eren watches eagerly as your brows furrow together in pleasure, how your teeth sink into your plush bottom lip, which is now fully smeared, pink traces left on the surrounding skin.

Eren laughs under his breath at the ease of it— your resolve crumbles from mere touches. There’s no way that you’ll ever get away from him, not when he has you clutching onto him, sharp nails embedded into his shoulders as you shudder at the feel of his fingers pumping into you.

You must look like a mess, you think. Eren thinks you look beautiful.

“Fuck, ‘ren.” You whine, pushing yourself against his hand. “I’m close.”

And, the asshole he is, he pulls his hand away. He desperately keeps a poker face as he slips his fingers into his mouth, watching the disappointment flood your eyes, tears threatening to fall over.

“Jean’s waiting for ya. Don’t want to keep him waiting.”

Before you can clear the fogginess of your almost orgasm, Eren slips out the bathroom. His job is done. Because in about 5 minutes, he’s expecting a call from you, begging him to come over and wait while you come up with a shitty excuse to ditch your date.

Eren almost feels bad as he passes Jean on his way out, the opposing side of his dinner table noticibly empty. But he can’t help but grin as he tastes the essence of you on his tongue.

He can admit the relationship he has with you is catastrophically, utterly fucked up.

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Bf!Eren text messages .

Pt 2. of shit Eren would do

This is how i see Y/n and Eren’s dynamic inPARADI$E(the book is not published)

Pairing: Eren Yeager X Reader

Warning : mentions of shooting, killing, basically Y/n threatening to kill Eren

Words :240

Eren walks out of the bathroom, his body is covered in stray water droplets, face covered with a white towel

“You don’t dry yourself up before leaving the bathroom?” You asked, judging him

He pulled the towel of his face “I do, but I didn’t expect someone to be in my room”

“Yeah whatever, cover up” You say eyes still on his face

He smirks “I will but can you confirm if it’s big?”

You narrow your eyes at him “I will kill you”

“You just gotta look and tell me the truth”

“I will cut your dick off” “Okay let’s not do that”

You roll your eyes

“Are you here to fuck” He suddenly asked

“What, no. How do you come up with?”

“You might’ve fallen in love with me, the other day and stalked me” He said

“I will blow your head off” “In what way?”

“What do you mean ‘In what way’ there is only one way” You say annoyed

“Not really, you can give me head tho” “ew”

“Ew?!” Eren repeated you words clearly offended by it

“Yeah, ew” You confirm

“I’m hot, what are you on?” “Sure, if you wanna believe that” You mumble

“We both know that I’m hot, regardless of your delusional opinion” he says “actually, we should fuck since, you are hot, I’m hot, makes perfect sense”

“I will stab you to dead” You threaten him

“Shit sounds painful, let’s not do that” He said

This is chapter 3 of PARADI$E but okay

You cannot tell me eren wouldn’t do this

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EREN JAEGER X FEMALE READER.

;; fluff, slight angst, slight spoilers

author notes ;; hdhrhrjehs first headcanon, yay!! Sorry if its trash, this is my first eren fic haha!!

• BEING EREN JAEGER’S wife can be very difficult. He is mostly busy with annihilating the titans and you got used to it as time passes.
• You never bothered or complain about him being gone but you worry for his life. You knew how reckless he can be and annihilating titans and biting your arm to transform until it gets ripped doesn’t help your worrying at all.
• You being his ideal wife, loyal and true to yourself, someone who wouldn’t lie to him and trusts him with all your heart, would accept him for what he was and who he was and of course, would never pressure him when talking about his family. You knew how complicated the family things were so he would very much appreciate it if you don’t pressure him to tell everything about his family.
• Zeke would probably know about you, and would also try to assassinate you to spite his half brother.
• He makes sure to spend time with you and if he can’t, he’ll get Armin or Mikasa to spend the whole week with you.
• Armin and Mikasa adores you and treats you like their own sibling.
• Once you and Eren revealed that you were dating, Mikasa almost beat him up him and told him that he was risking your life. Much to Mikasa’s dismay, he continued dating you but as time passes on, Mikasa grew to accept the fact that even if she tried sabotaging your relationship for both your sake, you would still love each other till the end of time.
• Historia would probably be the first to know.
• Multiple Assassination attempts on you by the marleyans.
• (Don’t worry, Eren will deal with them later lolol.)
• You comforting Eren whenever he gets nightmares.
• Historia giving you the farm as a wedding gift. (Historia loves you very much to actually do that)
• Your wedding was set up in a traditional way and was well decorated. (all credits to levi for helping you decorate)
• Levi disagreed about you and Eren getting married, mostly because Eren could be putting you in danger but nevertheless, he grew to accept the fact that Eren does love you and would do anything for you.
• The only people that were invited were Eren’s close friends.
• You and Eren’s honeymoon was shortlived but you both made sure to spend your short time in a satisfying way if you know what i mean—
• But nevertheless, Eren made sure that you felt loved even when he was away from you.
• He would be writing letters every day and you would do the same.
• You being Eren’s home and reason as to why he needed to live.
• Many possibilities of you being assassinated by the marleyans to spite Eren.
• (Eren of course goes berserk mode on them and they would all be dead for killing his wife)
• Or you get out of his mess by saying mean things that will truly hurt him. (Expect getting a beating or a harsh goodbye from Eren if you actually try to pull on his strings)
• Eren would always try to separate his titan life from you. He hates it when you try to involve yourself into his plans which ends up becoming a heated argument.
• If you’re pregnant, Eren will do everything in his power to protect you, even going as far as begging his captain and his whole squad of friend-comrades to stay with you during your pregnancy. (Be ready to get pampered by Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie and Jean.)
• Once you give birth, Eren swore to protect both you and your child and would retire from his titan life to live the peaceful and suburban life with you and your child.
• Mikasa and Armin are the godparents of your child and absolutely adores them. They’re the best godparents and would help take care of your child if Eren or you is busy.
• You being greatly respected within the survey corps, more or less, tended to bend to her instruction at all times.
• Historia would do EVERYTHING in her power to stop the government from involving you and Eren into doing dangerous things as she knew how peaceful you and Eren are now.
• In the end, you live peacefully with the support and protection of your friends- no scratch that, your family.
• (While you ask what you can do in return for protecting your family, they just brushed it off and that being invited to dinner was a good enough payment.)
• Truth be told, i doubt that you and Eren would last in canon, much less get married.
• You would probably be assassinated by some marleyans or die while giving birth to your child. Though, i do think that Eren might break up with you to protect you before he continued on with his f r e e d o m.

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Pairing: Eren x reader

AN:This is a very late bday fic for my beloved friend, @erenyaygirl.

Synopsis:Eren comes home after a rough night at the bar with Jean. Unable to see him in such a state you decide to tend to his wounds… among other things… I’m talking about his dick.

Word count:1.8k

Warnings: F!bodied reader, injuries, blood, drugs (weed), dubcon (Eren’s high), mentions of alcohol, biting, a little sadomasochism, rough sex, pet names (baby), no plot because who the fuck needs that shit?

“So what exactly happened?” You asked as Eren trudged through the door of your apartment.

He hung his head, attempting to obscure his battered face. The lengthy sigh he let out filled the room with his exhaustion. You took a few steps closer to him while he dropped his keys on the floor. The metal colliding with the tile flooring destroyed any semblance of serenity once held in your home. You pulled him into a hug and he let out a pleased hum. His arms snaked around your waist and he held you close. The remnants of weed smoke and vetiver cologne filled your nose.

“Jean…” He said, tone dripping with subdued exasperation.

“What did he do?” You asked.

It was so hard to hide your desperate curiosity. You loved hearing about the inner workings of his social circle.

“He was mainlining adios motherfuckers all night.”

“What did he do? Black out and kick your ass?”

Eren chuckled. “You honestly think Jean could kick my ass?”

“Maybe. Jean does look like the kind of guy to hulk out when he drinks.”

“You’re breaking my heart.”

You rubbed his back, each pat radiating affection.

“I’m kidding. Jean could never kick your ass.”

“He could, but it’s fine.” Eren dropped his arms and released you from his grip. “Can I tell you about it while you clean me up?”

You were finally granted a full view of his face. His right cheek was a strawberry scrape and showed the beginnings of a bruise. His bottom lip was split. The blood exuded from the cut had dried, leaving behind a swatch of maroon. What stood out the most was the fresh blood dripping from his right nostril. You took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet and held his head in his hands, obscuring his face once more.

“Here,” you said, handing him a tissue.

He rolled it up and stuck it up his leaking nose. 

“Thanks,” he mumbled, trying in vain to wriggle out of his pants.

You had little desire to see your beloved struggle. You kneeled before him and tugged at the jeans, peeling them off. A happy “phew” flew past his bloodied lip.

You grabbed all your first aid supplies and organized them on the ridge of the sink. 

“Gimme the details.”

Eren sighed. “Jean decided to hit on every girl at the bar.”

You prepped a cotton ball with alcohol. “Every girl?”

“Maybe not every single girl, but he hit on every girl that had the shit luck of making eye contact with him.”

“Oh no. He was thatguy.”

“Yeah,” he groaned. “The last one he bothered was with her boyfriend on a date. I tried to tell him! But he wouldn’t listen. He was convinced it was because I wanted to fuck her. I even brought you up!”

“Aww!”

Eren ignored your little remark.

“Fuck. And you know what,” he said, tone bristling with repressed rage. “I wasn’t gonna say anything because Jean was drunk and I don’t even care about what that horsefaced shitdick thinks. But fuck it! He thinks you’re too good for me! Did you know that?”

You swiped his cheek with the cotton pad. A little squeak crawled up Eren’s throat as the alcohol came into contact with his scrape.

“Sorry,” you said softly.”

He looked at you with sad, tired puppy dog eyes, red rimmed from the blunt he shared with Historia and Ymir earlier in the evening.

“‘s okay,’ he mumbled.

His posture grew rounder, softer. A chiropractor would likely have a shit fit had they seen such a shoulder slump but not you. No, even with the little info available you were able to surmise Eren’s immense need to decompress. Why pick on him about his posture when he was already battered and bruised?

You suppressed the urge to tease him and crawled into his lap, straddling him. His Grecian body radiated a pleasant warmth. It felt like home. You brushed a few locks of hair away from his face and gave him a quick peck on the forehead.

 “I actually wasn’t aware of that. You know why?” You asked.

“Hm?”

“Because it’s not true. I’m definitely shitty enough to be with you.”

“You have such a way with words,” he groaned as you tended to him. “Anyway, the girl’s boyfriend was pissed to say the least and tried to drag Jean outside the bar by his collar. It all happened so fast I—ouch! If I had been a little quicker…” Eren’s voice trailed off.

His ​​viridescent eyes were pinched shut as you dabbed his face with another cotton ball imbibed with alcohol. Your touch, while gentle, felt like hundreds of needles pricking the apple of his cheek. It was a pain you were familiar with. You tried to be gentle yet thorough. Though each muted moan and wince from Eren made your clit pulse.

“Did the guy fight Jean?”

“He tried. But I got in between them. I thought I talked everyone down but out of nowhere the boyfriend must have heard a sleeper word because he ran at me and punched me in the face twice. The last one sent me into the wall which is why my cheek is all scratched up.”

“What a loser. Did you hit him back?”

Eren half-smirked. “No. Too high for that shit. I was more concerned about not breaking my phone and getting home in one piece. When I saw an out, I took off running.”

“Nooooo. What about Jean?”

The brunette giggled. “Just kidding. I took his phone and got him a Lyft. I did have to push him inside it, but I’m sure everything worked out.”

You couldn’t help but think about Jean fighting his way out of the car in desperate search for unsuspecting women to hit on. You snickered at the thought. Eren placed his hands on the small of your back.

“What’re you laughin’ about?”

“Nothing,” you said, rocking your hips slightly.

His green gaze was penetrating. Even the haze of weed and head trauma couldn’t dull it. Eren’s desire took precedence over all. It was an unrelenting force. You stroked his uninjured cheek.

“Does it hurt? Does it ache at all?”

“Yeah, but I think I know what will make it feel better.”

You rolled your eyes. “And what exactly would that be?”

Eren pressed his semi hard cock against your clothed cunt. He rocked his hips a little, eyes fixed on you, awaiting your reaction. You put your hands on his shoulders and slowly dragged them down his chest, his muscles taut against your palms. You smirked, reciprocated the pressure he provided by grinding up against him.

You pressed your lips against his and sucked lightly on his swollen bottom lip. The metallic taste of blood linger on your tongue as Eren let out a pained groan. He pulled away, betrayal fell upon his face.

“Sorry,” you demurred. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Alright, enough of that. Get up.”

You slid off of his body. He stood up and tossed you over his shoulder with a swiftness you didn’t think his stoned self was capable of. He carried you to the bedroom and tossed you onto the bed.

“Undress.”

You laid there, unmoving.

Eren sighed. “Undress… please?”

“‘kay.”

You eagerly stripped off your clothes and presented your naked body to him. He followed your lead and disrobed, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor.

He crawled onto the bed, his ardor riddled gaze fixed on yours. His cock was tumescent, the tip pink and leaking precum. You longed to tongue the tip and savor the sweetness seeping out. He wrapped his hand around the length of his erection and stroked, leaving it slick and glistening. 

You spread your legs and draped your arms over his shoulders and ran your hands down his muscled back, dragging your nails along the way. A pained groan fell from his lips. Your hands stopped on the apex of his ass and dug your fingertips into the delicate flesh.

“Too much?” You whispered in his ear.

“It’s fine,” he replied through a clenched jaw.

You gripped his cheeks harder as he slid his cock into your cunt. Eren’s hunger for pain embedded ecstasy into your existence. His hands roamed your body before one found its way to your swollen clit. His thumb encircled it, applying a hint of pressure as he drove his cock further inside you.

The muscles of Eren’s ass tightened as he bottomed out, his balls slapping up against your writhing body. Your fingers dug deeper into his skin, relishing in every groan that grew from the depths of his throat.

“Does it hurt?”

“Ye—yeah it does.”

“Good,” you growled. “That’s what I want to hear.”

You nipped at his neck and ran your tongue along the length of it. The piquant taste of his sweat dancing across your tastebuds. You wanted to lick him clean, get rid of all the sweat, blood, and stress that afflicted his evening. Eren deserved to be worshiped after the fuckery he waded through… Though he’d have to suffer a bit more.

“Shit!” He cried out as you proceeded to bite him.

Your eyes held an impish glint as he pushed your face away from him. He held you down by the shoulders and thrust into you like you were nothing more than a nameless hole. You missed having his thumb pressing on your clit, but this was nothing to complain about. You were on the verge of coming undone regardless.

“‘Ren—fuck—I’m close.”

Eren was silent, too focused on his cock touching your cervix to respond. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him gently. He welcomed the tenderness even if it took him by surprise. His hips skipped a beat and a trickle of cum entered your cunt. It felt as if the warmth was traveling through your veins, engulfing every inch of your body. Your breathing labored and you struggled to articulate your needs. You wanted to tell Eren how good his cock felt inside you, how happy you were that he was okay, and how badly you wanted to suck on his split lip.

You cried out his name as he pounded his cock into you, the tip now slamming into your cervix. Your body quivered under the weight of his and you felt as if you were ascending.

Eren held you close as your orgasm peaked, whispering the sweetest of words within your ears.

“That feel good, baby? You deserve it after taking such good care of me.”

“E—even though I made you blee—”

A breathy moan interrupted your sentence much to Eren’s enjoyment. He laughed and pulled his cock out, jerking off and aiming his tip at your stomach. He shut his eyes tight as a stream of pearlescent cum coated your skin. He hopped off the bed and grabbed the shirt he had been wearing previously. He wiped away his mess and gazed lovingly at you.

“I could use a shower. Join me?”

“Y—”

He cut you off. “You don’t have a choice.”

“Why ask me then?”

“… Due diligence?”

“I—I don’t think that’s what that means but… alright.”

feat ; eren, jean, armin

synopsis ; aot boys reaction when they catch u masturbating

includes ; degradation, fat cock jean, breeding kink, manhandling, voyeourism, fem masturbation, use of toys, dom!armin, male masturbation

— a/n ; just horny for being caught while playing with myself lmao JAILLL

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minors do not interact

♡

— no shame, at all. To be completely honest he probably have had perv dreams about catching you like this even before you two started dating. So, he gets a massive boner and is ready to shove it where it belongs: in your warm cunt

“i knew you were a horny mess,” he says as he leans on the door, hand coming to grab the outline of his massive cock through his grey sweatpants, “but not that you were this pathetic.”

“ eren!,” you cry out, trying to use the sheets to cover your indecency. but there’s no use. with the smoothness of a apex predator, he makes his way to your bed and snatch the white fabrics from your fingers. “w-what are u doing?!”

“giving you what your whore hole needs,” opening your legs with rough hands, he spits on your already wet core and frees his thick cock from his pants, lining it with your waiting entrance. and with one harsh thrust he fulfills your hungry pussy’s needs.

♡

— this pretty boy gets very flustered when he catches you having your fun without him and is high-key jealous. Gets all worked up and bossy, a silicon dick can’t replace him! and, he is gonna make sure you remember that.

“really, doll? a fake cock?” there’s more disappointment than anger in his voice. jean says shaking his head with flushed cheeks as he lays next to you on the bed. “Is this shit really making you moan so lewdly?”

“i- ah!” your brain can barely comprehend what’s going on when jean grabs the base of the purple dildo and shoves it into the deepest of your insides almost kissing your cervix. “Mmh what did you say? couldn’t hear you”

jean purrs before giving another thrust, finally keeping a steady pace. “i’m gonna c-cum!” you pant, and all movements stop. jean maneuvers you so that you lay on your side as he positions himself behind you holding  one of your legs up and spreading your second lips to accommodate his massive cock. “finally, you are  prep enough to take a real fat cock”

♡

— his consciousness tells him to close his eyes and to apologize but his dick thinks otherwise. Blue eyes remain glue to your cunt as he slowly gets all hot and bothered not sure if he should keep watching or join the fun.

“shit- armin i didn’t know you were home” you murmur, closing your legs with your hand still in between your thighs, fingers inside you. blinking a few times armin’s face starts heating up as he takes a sharp breath. “i didn’t mean for you to see me-”

“who told you to stop.” armin’s aura changes in a split of a second causing your walls to twitch. with heavy steps he brings a chair in front of the bed before sitting on it. “keep playing with yourself gorgeous, don’t mind me”

you knew it was an order and so you did. armin unzipped his pants with lustful eyes as you parted your thighs again unwrapping  your intimacy to those blue eyes. you start rubbing your clit at the same pace he strokes his pink cock, speeding up until you spill your arousal on the bed sheets with a sinful cry. “good girl~ now, do it again, bouncing on my dick”

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soundgasm | eren x fem! reader

“If i hickey, hickey on her neck…sex like a gangster, on my face, innocent…stroke her pussy with my index…shawty gotta orgasm

Now playing : Soundgasm - Rema

A/N: atp it’s porn with no plot I just wanted an excuse to write eren, sorry for any mistakes I missed !

Warnings: sex, rough sex, oral sex (f- receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, praise kink,beingcalled’goodgirl’

(lmk if I missed anything)

MINORS DNI

“Why’d you have a staring problem all of a sudden.” you muttered, a hand reaching for the bowl of already half eaten popcorn in front of you.

“I don’t.” Eren mumbled, you didn’t miss the pout that sat across his lips in the corner of your eyes once you brought your eyes back up to the screen. Again you felt his vibrant eyes set over your body, piercing into you hungrily. It was only a short matter of time before you got irritated.

You sighed using your hands to push you up into a sitting position on the couch. For a second he almost seemed a little startled, now avoiding your eyes as he sat on the far end of the couch. “Eren, what’s wrong with you? If you don’t wanna watch this movie then fine but quit staring it’s weird.” you complained.

 It was obvious he was clearly annoyed by something and that somethingwasstartingtoannoyyou.

He ignored you and stayed silent, eyes watching the television yet his expression was clearly filled with boredom. An arm was placed on the armrest to hold his head up. Then finally, in a quiet voice he merely murmured, “Nothing, you can keep watching if you want.”

“Well I don’t want to watch if you’re gonna keep sitting there sulking like a baby.” you poked at his thigh with your foot, testing what kind of mood he was in. A guttural sigh left Eren’s mouth as you continued to poke at him, little strands of escaped from his bun drifting across his face.

“Quit that.” 

“You first.” you retorted, a smirk creeping across your lips. With a buck of his hips he sank lower into the couch, legs spreading with that bored expression never faltering. The reflection of the movie on the screen glistened in his eyes. You also noticed a slight crease situated between your brows if you squinted.

Slowly, you clambered towards him, the plush and soft couch shifting under your weight until you finally reached your boyfriend. Perched at his side you tilted your head curiously, “Ren what’s wrong?” you whispered purposely using the nickname he oh so loved to gain his attention. And just with the way his eyes flickered you knew you had gained it.

“This movie’s shitty, I don’t even get what’s going on.” he mumbled, still not making eye contact with you. You held back a snicker and instead let out a light hearted scoff.

 “Really? That’s upsetting you. The fucking film? Why didn’t you just say so?”

 His emerald eyes eventually met with your own, “Well you looked into it so I didn’t want to disturb you.”

 You rolled your eyes at his statement knowing all too well that what he secretly meant was that he no longer had your attention. After a few months into your relationship with Eren you quickly realized how much of an attention whore he was. Just one minute without attending to your precious boyfriend and a familiar, moody pout would reach his lips.

Your hands grazed over his thigh gently not missing how his muscles tense just for a moment. “If you wanted me to give you attention then why didn’t you say so ‘ren” you teased, hands now slowly moving down to his inner thighs. His eyes were completely fixated on your lips not showing a single sign of faltering as you shifted to sit in his lap completely disregarding the movie playing out behind you. 

Just like he wanted from the beginning.

His muscular arm moved to wrap around your waist securing you in your position whilst the other hand reached up your head tucking a lock of stray hair behind your ear. As you leaned in to kiss his plump lips he stopped you with a question that was whispered so quietly you swore you almost missed it.

“Your parents aren’t home right?”

You hummed, voice suddenly ragged and eyes never straying from his as you answered, “Gone for the weekend.”

The silent sputter of the word “Good.” was the last thing that spilled into your ears before your lips crashed onto his. The faint taste of whatever energy drink he had drunk lingered onto your tongue, a short whine escaping from your lips. Without coming up for air eren continued to kiss you, large rough hands now gripping your thigh and kneading the fat of your skin.

You broke away first, lungs screaming for an intake of oxygen whilst he decided to bury himself into your neck desperate to find your sweet spot and of course mark you as his. The friction of your thighs rubbing against him was enough for his hips to jerk against you, erection poking through his sweatpants.

A single moan of his name led to a guttural groan slipping out through his soft lips repeatedly sucking on your skin leaving noticeable marks beneath your jaw. “Please…”

“Please what.” he pressed, lips still latched onto your skin. You could feel a smirk crawl across his lips as his fingers gripped your waist even tighter, rolling his hips into you.

“Ah fuck, I- I need you to fuck me Eren.” you let out a breathy sigh attempting to fuck yourself onto him as the ache between your thighs only grew stronger with each passing second.

“Patience baby, patience.”

In a blur clothes were stranded across the living room, you nothing but bare in front of him as he stroked his length. He simply let out a light chuckle at your eagerness, caressing your lower back as your folds gently rubbed at the tip of his cock.

You could practically hear your heartbeat roaring in your ear as you grew wetter by each second. The fire in your abdomen growing bigger and bigger, your arousal making your whole body shudder under his touch.

With your hands firmly placed on Eren’s shoulders, he eased you in, his cock disappearing inside you with ease. Your mouth shaped to form an ‘O’ and eyes already rolling back as you let out a strangled gasp. Your fingernails now dug into Eren’s skin. It felt as if all the air had been knocked out of you as his length stretched your walls. Your juices dripped down your thigh as your walls clenched around him.

This was it, you were too full to move. One thrust and you’d be cumming all over his cock already. You heard him take a sharp inhale, teeth gritted together as he felt his cock pulsate inside you. “Fuckkk…you’re so fucking tight.” he groaned, both hands now cupping your ass.

The split second you adjusted to his size and became loose enough to move, he snapped his hips up accompanied by the sound of your skin meeting him echoing the room.

It felt so filthy. 

But it also felt so fucking good.

Your voice quivered as you murmured his name in warning of your climax and you were met with a soft hand moving up to your cheek. He took in your sweet whimpers every time he pumped into you, his balls meeting your ass as he bottomed out. “S’ good for me huh, my good girl.”

“Uh huh” was the only sound you could make, you could no longer hear the sounds of the movie over the way your pussy squelched with every thrust.

“So fuckn’ wet, look at you dripping everywhere. Gonna make a stain on this couch huh?” he marveled, eyes pouring into you  intensely. Your hips clashed down onto his with every plunge and you could feel him going deeper and deeper, his pace suddenly going faster and faster.

A hand met your breast, squeezing it before he bent down to trail his tongue across your nipple, his mouth soon latching onto it. You threw your head back in pleasure, your clit pulsating as he sucked, tongue lapping at your bud. Another whine escaped from your mouth as he moved to your other breast.

“Erennnn I- I’m gonna-”

You were cut off by his husky voice instructing you, “Cum for me baby, jus’ like that” he purred,  watching as your body jerked on top of him, hands still gripping his shoulders. He watched with awe, pure satisfaction on his  face as you reached your orgasm. It was a sight that he would never get bored of seeing. He could do this for hours if it meant that he could  watch  you cum in his arms.

 Rough hands gently caressed your cheek as he cradled you from your high. “You did so good for me baby.” he praised pulling you in for a deep kiss.

Now reaching a more relaxed pace you rolled your hips forward, your cum painting his cock. With a groan his tongue messily found your lips as you delved into the exploding taste of passion.

All of a sudden his teeth bite down on your lip, a sharp gasp left you as he gripped your waist. now moving it simultaneously with his. The lazy momentum you had kept was being short lived and interchanged into sudden deep thrusts.

Once again the filthy, vulgar sound of skin slapping filled the room. Your mouth agape, no air in your lungs capable of releasing a single sound as you bounced relentlessly. Hungry pants escaped  Eren’s mouth as he watched how your cunt swallowed his cock with every pound. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck-”

A choked cry left your mouth as you came undone for the second time tonight but with Eren’s cum spilling in your cunt. 

But he wasn’t done with you just yet.

His hands guided you to lay down on your couch, supporting you. Your chest heaved as you panted for air, thighs shaking and tensing every now and then trying to fully grasp your climax. You could know without even saying a single word that he wanted more. More cries, more spills of his name as you could barely contain yourself any longer until his name was the only prayer you could ever say.

And you craved it.

A soft whimper filled his eyes, the second his mouth was in front of your cunt. His warm breath somehow causes your sensitive clit to twitch. With a moan of his name, he reassured you.

“I know I know I jus’ wanna make you feel good baby. Wanna make you all mine.”

He reassured you as coarse  hands looped around your soft thighs, dragging your cunt towards him. Slow licks over your overstimulated pussy already made you jolt against him. He hushed you with gentle praises murmured from his mouth.

Eyes were rolled back once again as he hummed, licking your slit with his tongue. Relishing in the taste of his release mixed with yours, cleaning you out before making you cum again. He lapped at your cunt, noises of his hunger and your pleasure flooded the room. His tongue changed from broad strokes to short and quick as you rolled your hips into his face.

“I’m gonna cum eren,  e-eren you’re gonna make me cum.” you babbled repeatedly, his figure not showing any signs of slowing down. He sucked at your silt hungrily before two fingers entered inside you, quickly finding your sweet spot as your back arched in ecstasy.

In a mere vibration he commanded, “Cum on my tongue for me, just one more be a good girl for me.” his hips too rutting into the couch.

And that was all you needed as you fell apart to his sweet melody of pleads a silent scream torn from your body.

 Your hips bucked as your eyes saw faint lines of light and dark, your entire body tensing as he continued to gently lick you clean. Your eyes watered as you came down from your peak, aftershocks following as Eren trailed short kisses across your body finally leading up to your face.

“You were so good for me baby” he whispered, eyes struggling to stay open as you returned his kiss, sweet mumbles of nothing spilling from your mouth.

If anything you’d wanted to do it all again.