Jean: Fuck the Yeagers. I hate all of them

Connie: That’s a…

Levi: Don’t say it.

Connie: That’s a little…

Levi pulling out swords: Don’t fucking say it.

Connie: …Yeagerist

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.

Proud of how it looks despite me giving up halfway

Also I included historia’s hands on the end because goddamn, they deserve a post of their own.

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The Printers Smell Fear, You Know

Based on the prompt “I have to print my paper before class, you’re trying to fix the printer jam while I freak out.”

Or

You have thirteen minutes to print out a paper or you’ll fail out of university. A mysterious, handsome brunette comes to save the day. And then he dips.

Read first chapter here

Read previous chapter here

The weekend flew by, and you threw yourself back into your classes the following Monday. Even though your mind was still filled with thoughts of Eren, you knew you still had assignments to complete and notes to take, so you distracted yourself with schoolwork. Hitch, who was still freaking out about her run-in with Marlowe, stuck close to you whenever you two were together. Currently, you were both walking back to your dorm after having classes in the Humanities Building. Latching onto your arm, she leaned against you as she babbled about her class.

“I really like my Professor but goddamn was his class boring today,” she sighed.

The two of you were passing the Career Services Building when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You wiggled yourself out of Hitch’s grasp to slide your phone out and answer the call.

“Hey girl! What are you up to?” Sasha yelled from the other end.

Hitch lifted her head from your shoulder and yelled out Sasha’s name.

“We’re walking back to our dorm. What’s up?”

“Let’s grab dinner together! Meet me at the dining common we went to last time?”

***

Eren was still on cloud nine.

He was currently sitting in his living room playing Call of Duty with his friends. Jean was currently yelling at Connie to back him up while Armin carried the team, blue eyes calm as he watched the screen. Eren was distracted, mind flicking back to the feel of your lips against his, your arms wrapped around his neck, you grinding on him and you -

“JAEGER! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

Jean’s eyes were ablaze with anger as he shook his controller in Eren’s direction.

“DUDE. WAKE YOUR ASS UP.”

Connie was laughing at the scene, shoulders shaking violently as he gripped his controller tightly. Armin rolled his eyes, continuing to carry the team as he sniped their opponents left and right. Eren grumbled out an apology, picking up the controller and guiding his character to follow Jean in game.

“Yo, leave Eren alone. He’s still busy busting a nut over his dream girl.”

Jean laughed, taking down an enemy with a headshot before leaning over to high five both Connie and Armin.

“Leave him be. He’s just trying to get his dick wet.”

“Fuck you, Jean,” Eren frowned.

“What? We all saw the way the two of you were tonguing each other while dancing and on the couch.”

“Saw who do what?”

Mikasa casually strolled in and plopped down between Eren and Armin, purposefully leaning against Eren. He stiffened, hoping they wouldn’t tell her anything about what had gone on over the weekend.

“Eren has a girlfriend,” Connie responded in a sing-song voice.

“Girlfriend?” Mikasa asked, turning to give Eren a questioning glare.

“Dude, don’t make shit up,” Armin scowled at Connie.

He turned to look at Mikasa.

“It’s this girl that Eren’s had the hots for for a while. He saved the day by clearing a printer jam and he fell for her. The two of them made out at a party this weekend.”

Damn it Armin.

“Oh, interesting,” Mikasa mumbled, side eyeing Eren as she turned away.

He felt panic rise in him, and he hoped the conversation would end there.

“Hey boys!”

The door flew open and Sasha skipped in, kissing Connie before sitting on his lap.

“Take a break from playing and come eat with me.”

She turned to wiggle her eyebrows at Eren.

“Eren, your little crush will be there. I just called her.”

The panic inside of him became overwhelming, and he could feel his heart beating erratically in his chest.

“Oh, we definitely are going to go. See how loverboy here works his magic.”

***

Sasha had told you she would be sitting at a table at the back by the windows, so you and Hitch took your time piling your plates with food. She was currently curating a salad for herself while you made yourself a burger and fries.

“Ugh, if I see Marlowe here, I am going to killmyself.”

“Hitch, stop,” you sighed. “You’re going to be fine.”

The two of you began making your way over towards the tables in the back. Hitch was still going on and on about Marlowe so you decided to tune her out. Suddenly, you felt her stop beside you. Frowning, you turned to look at her. Her eyes were wide before her face relaxed and a slow smile crept onto her face.

“I’ll see you at the table.”

Confused, you looked in front of you to see Eren standing a few feet away. Surprise flitted across his face before a gentle smile pulled at his full lips. You slowly walked towards each other until you were standing close. You tilted your head up to clearly look at him before speaking.

“Hi,” you shyly greeted him.

“Howdy, stranger,” he greeted you back.

He gently took your plate from you, placing his free hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the table. His hand was warm to the touch, and you relished in the feeling of his skin against you. You spotted Sasha and her friends sitting at a table, talking amongst themselves until they spotted the two of you.

“Hey lovebirds,” Sasha teased.

Flushing, you settled into a seat next to Hitch while Eren sat next to you. He told you he would be right back, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before walking off.

“Jeez, get a room you two,” Connie joked.

Everyone laughed while you sank lower into your seat. Hitch rubbed your arm to comfort you before stabbing a fork into her salad. Jean, who was sitting across from you, leaned forward and gave you a grin. The two of you settled into a light conversation as you began eating your dinner.

Eren occupied himself with preparing a plate, piling on macaroni and cheese and some ribs. Humming to himself, he walked over to grab himself a drink when he felt someone tug him from behind.

He turned around to see Mikasa standing there, arms crossed in front of her.

“Jeez Mikasa, don’t fucking grab me like that,” he hissed.

“So, is she here?” she asked.

Eren rolled his eyes, turning back around to grab a glass.

“Why does it matter to you?”

He pressed the glass against the ice machine.

“I told you we can’t keep doing this. So stop.”

She stayed silent, watching him as he poured himself some soda and began walking back towards the table.

“That’s her, sitting next to Hitch, isn’t it?”

The panic he had felt earlier came back full force, and he swallowed back the bile he felt rising in his throat.

“Butt out of it. Seriously.”

With that, he walked back to the table. He sat down next to you, giving you another smile before digging into his meal. The two of you began talking, asking about each other’s schedule and majors. He was studying kinesiology and was hoping to become a professional trainer for major league soccer players. He had played soccer since he was a kid, and would play with a few clubs in his free time.

By the time you were cleaning up, you felt like you had known Eren forever. He walked you to the exit of the dining common, his hand once again pressed against the small of your back. You walked on slowly, talking about a show you had both started on Netflix before coming to a stop.

“It was really nice to finally get to know you.”

“Same,” you beamed at him.

“Can I get your number? I would love to take you out sometime.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you nodded and handed your phone over to him. He quickly typed in his number, labeling himself as Eren with a green heart before returning it to you. You sent him a quick text with your name, and he smiled upon seeing the message on his phone.

“Good night.”

He bent down to kiss you, lips softly moving against yours before he pulled back. Smiling, he gave you a wink before turning to catch up with his friends.

The Printers Smell Fear, You Know

Based on the prompt “I have to print my paper before class, you’re trying to fix the printer jam while I freak out.”

Or

You have thirteen minutes to print out a paper or you’ll fail out of university. A mysterious, handsome brunette comes to save the day. And then he dips.

Read first chapter on AO3 here

Read previous chapter on AO3 here

It was currently Friday night, and you were curled up on your couch scrolling through the Netflix catalog. Hitch was out with her British boy toy, assuring you that there was no need for you to wait up for her, which meant she planned on spending the night with him. Sasha and Connie always had date night on Fridays, so making plans with her was out of the question.

After class, you changed into your comfy clothes, a ratty old T shirt and a pair of track shorts before ordering some takeout and settling onto the couch. While you waited for your food to come, you began scrolling through the movies, hoping to find something mindless to watch while you ate and eventually drifted off to sleep.

A series of knocks had you jumping up, and you smiled upon knowing your food was finally here. Grabbing the tip from the coffeetable, you opened the door, mouth parting as you began to thank your delivery guy.

Your mouth immediately shut.

Eren was standing at the door, eyes raking over your figure before giving you a small smile.

“Hi. Sorry that I’m here unannounced.”

You blinked up at him. Even though the two of you had been texting daily, you had yet to tell him which dorm you were staying in. The two of you often met up in between classes, catching up quickly before rushing off to your next class. Eren must have read your mind because he reached up to rub the back of his head awkwardly.

“Er, Hitch and Sasha both texted me saying that you were here alone and to come check on you.”

I am going to stranglethem.

“Oh, sure, come in. Make yourself at home.”

You stepped aside, allowing him to enter your dorm. Glancing down the hallway, you saw your delivery guy approaching, raising the bag as he greeted you. Smiling, you jogged to meet him halfway before tipping him and retreating back to your dorm.

“If I would have known you were coming I would have ordered you food,” you frowned.

Eren shook his head. “No worries. I stopped to eat before coming here.”

You settled onto the couch, placing your food down before searching through Netflix again. Deciding on some B list horror movie, you hit play and picked up your food. It was silent while you ate, occasionally making a comment to Eren about a character or some lame line. When you finished your meal, you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder while he wrapped a strong arm around you.

Halfway through the movie, a sudden jumpscare had you jerking up, instinctively hiding your face behind Eren’s shoulder. Chuckling, he pulled you closer to him, rubbing your back soothingly while pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You relaxed into his touch, inhaling the familiar scent that was wholly him. He smelled like aftershave and pine mixed together, a combination that was oddly sweet.

After calming down, you lifted your head and continued watching the movie. Unbeknownst to you, Eren’s attention was on you, eyes glimmering in the dim light as he admired your features. He was still in disbelief that he had found you and that the two of you were hitting it off. The hand wrapped around your waist began lightly stroking you, fingers slowly making their way towards your hips.

Ever since you had opened the door, Eren felt like his skin was on fire. His eyes had stayed fixated on your legs, admiring them and the way your track shorts fit your ass and hips so perfectly. He was slightly ashamed to admit that he had been jerking off to the thought of you nearly every night, looking forward to when he would finally be able to touch your skin and taste you. Your focus was on the movie as he inserted his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them gently.

The sudden movement had you jerking your head towards him, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He took in your surprised expression, lips twitching as he tried hard not to smile. You just looked so damn adorable. Instead, he leaned in slightly until your noses were inches away.

“Can I take off your shorts?” he whispered.

You nodded, lifting your hips to help him remove them. Instinctively you leaned back, eyes staying fixated on him in the dark room. He threw your shorts onto the floor before kneeling and leaning over you. His lips were quickly on yours, hands running down your sides before one settled on your breast and the other tangled in your hair. A low moan left your lips as he squeezed your nipple, kneading it between his long fingers. His hand shifted to the bottom of your tattered shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it to the floor. He quickly fumbled with his own, tugging it over his head and adding it to the discarded collection.

Even in the dark, you could tell that Eren was built. His years of playing soccer led to him having broad shoulders, delicious abs, and bulging biceps. One of your hands reached up to trail the muscle, starting at his shoulders before slowly making your way down. Your hands caught onto his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper before yanking them down. His erection was obvious in his boxers, and your eyes widened at the size of it.

Eren leaned down quickly, capturing you in a fiery kiss. His tongue swiped out to enter your mouth, darting about to taste every inch of it. You bit his bottom lip, pulling on it gently in an effort to pull him closer to you. Groaning, he pulled his head back, panting lightly as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Fuck, if you don’t stop I won’t be able to hold back,” he muttered.

Laughing, you looked him dead in the eyes as you said, “What if I don’t want you to?”

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before a smirk tugged at his lips. He reached down to slide your panties before removing his boxers. In the light of the television, you took the time to admire his cock. You were right about the size just from the bulge, with it hanging heavily between his legs, a neat patch of dark hair at the base. One of his hands reached down to pump himself as he nudged you back down, spreading your legs with his knees.

“I’ll take it nice and slow, baby. Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

Eren lowered his body until his chest was right above yours, pressing sloppy, open-mouth kisses down your neck. One hand reached down to align himself with you, pressing the tip in gently before pushing his hips forward. It had been a while since you had been laid, and the stretch was a reminder of that. He slowly pushed in, biting down on your neck as he inched himself in. You lifted your legs, tucking your feet behind him as your legs caged him in between you. When he was inside you fully, hips flush against yours, he let out a shaky breath.

“You feel so good Princess, it was like your pussy was meant for me.”

His dirty words had you moaning, cunt clenching around him. Upon feeling it, his hips jerked forward, and he pressed his forehead against yours in an effort to steady himself.

“Hurry up and fuck me, Eren,” you whispered.

His hips jerked back, pulling out until just the tip was in before slamming into you. The impact had you moving higher on the couch, hands scrambling to grab on to anything near you. His thrusts were slow, mouth still on your neck as your hands moved down to grab onto his ass. Despite how slow he was going, he thrusted into you with such force you felt jolts rush up your spine.

There was so much intimacy, and you realized he wasn’t fucking you, he was making love. His thrusts stayed slow, mouth trailing up your neck and along your jaw until he met your mouth again. One of his hands reached up to cup your face, the other searching for your hand to interlace your fingers together.

His thrusts began to pick up, becoming sharper as his hips rammed into yours. The couch creaked under you, mouth opening as you panted and moaned his name out. Your hands remained interlaced, squeezing his as he picked up the pace until he was thrusting into you hard. Tumbles of his name and cries filled your dorm, the sound of skin slapping skin and the lewd sounds of your squelching echoing throughout the room.

“God, I never want to fuck anyone else,” Eren panted, fingers tightening around yours.

You nodded frantically, your orgasm building as his thrusts lost rhythm and he began sputtering into you. With a loud wail of his name you came, hand gripping tightly onto his as you let go. He came right after, your name coming out as a low groan as his hips came to a stop, spilling himself into you.

Thank God for birth control.

He collapsed onto you, face settling into the crook of your neck as he tried to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his long locks, massaging his scalp before dragging your fingers gently through his soft hair. For a moment, you thought he had fallen asleep before he pulled away, gently removing himself from you. Whining at the empty feeling, you peered up at him with a relaxed expression.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that,” he admitted sheepishly.

Giggling, you pulled him back down to press a kiss to him.

“Me too.”

day 2 of eren week

warnings: facefucking, heavy degradation, cockslapping, mean!eren but he’s soft at the end

word count: 0.5k 

anon: Eren with pent up anger and frustration takes it out on his babie because his baby suggested to use her body because she doesn’t like it when her master is frowning, looking so angry idk if it’s good + how are we feeling about degradation kink ereh??????

“it’s okay, eren.” eren blinks at you as you sink to your knees, your eyes wide as you bat your lashes delicately. “you can use me. i want to make you feel better.” he can feel the blood rushing to his cock as he stares at you with your tongue hanging out, drool spilling down your chin messily and with the hot rage flooding through his veins, he growls as he tugs down his sweatpants, one hand circling around his hardening cock and pumping it faster whilst the other threads through your hair. 

“messy bitch drooling all over yourself just because you want my cock so bad.” he grunts, fingers tightening around your hair to elicit a little squeal from you. tears glimmer in your eyes already, making him scoff as he taps the flushed cockhead against your wet tongue. “you’re such a slut. a greedy cockslut.” 

your eyes soften momentarily but then you’re gagging as eren shoves his cock into your mouth, his thick length weighing down heavy on your tongue and the outline bulging lewdly in your cheek. your hands grip his thighs as he shoves it deep towards the back of your mouth, cockhead slamming against the back of your throat to make you gag as he groans, head falling back. the vein in his temple throbs as he begins to fuck your face, long strands of hair falling into his dampened, flushed face as his hips buck against your face, balls slapping against your chin. drool spills down your open mouth as you’re held in place, your moans shooting right through his cock as he grunts with every sharp thrust. 

“fucking take it. this is what you’re good for- letting me use that slutty mouth of yours like it’s a fucking cunt.” eren moans as his cock slams against the back of your throat with a bruising pace. he growls when your nails pierce too deep into the skin of his thighs, his hand rough when he pulls you off his cock, saliva smeared across your face with your cheeks stained with tears. “fuck- you look like such a mess, like a right filthy cockslut.” you’re gasping for air as he slaps his wet dick against your cheek before he pumps it fast, groaning with pleasure as he forces your mouth open, pinching your drooling tongue as he tugs it out just as warm ropes of cum spurt from the red tip, coating over your tongue and  chin. 

“that’s it, drink my cum like a good little cumslut. what do you say?” 

“thank you, eren.” your voice is hoarse as you swallow down the sticky strings of fluid, smiling as you wipe it off your chin and lick your cum-stained fingertips whilst eren pants heavily, his cock softening as he tugs his sweatpants back up. 

he’s calmer and softer when he falls to his knees in front of you, brushing your hair out of your teary face before he envelopes you in his arms, rubbing his hands gently over your back as he rests a chin on your shoulder. 

“i didn’t mean to be that rough- i’m sorry, baby.”

“it’s okay.” you whisper, clinging to him as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “i always want to help you in any way i can. as long as you feel better.” he presses a tender kiss to your temple, lips smiling against your skin with gratitude.

day 1 of eren week

warnings/content: thigh riding, dirty talk, innocent!reader, dumbification, light degradation, modern college au 

word count: 0.7k 

anon:eren corrupting a pretty, innocent girl <3 he adores how u get starry eyed when he whispers in ur ear ab everything he wants to do to you and how needy u get from just a few kisses. lets u ride his thigh and use his body bc he jus’ thinks u look so so pretty fuckin’ urself on his body and crying for more

the sound of music thumping sounds distant, like your head is plunged underwater as hands circle your waist, pulling you flush against a hard chest. there’s a stiffness pressing into your ass, grinding against you as your skin feels warm, heart racing and your legs pressing together to ease the throbbing deep between the legs. 

“you’re so pretty, i bet you’d sound amazing moaning my name.” eren’s voice is a low deep murmur in your ear, all you can hear despite the loudness of the party, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your ear as his teeth graze your lobe. he groans a little as you push up against him, breathless, before he starts to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck. warmth runs through you, your body shuddering, and you can’t help the little whine that falls from your lips as he sucks a little on the sensitive skin. 

“oh, you’re so cute.” he smiles, the stubble on his chin tickling your neck as you cling to him tighter. you want more- more than just his kisses. “do you want me to show you a fun time? fuck you till you’re a drooling, fucked out, babbling mess?” 

“eren.” you whimper his name as he presses some more kisses along the column of your throat, groaning into your flushed skin as he ruts his hips into your ass. 

“do you feel how fucking hard you get me? you sound so pretty whimpering for me- i bet if i touched you right now you’d be soaking wet. how much do you want me?” your cheeks burn with embarrassment, a small squeal escaping as his hand slides between your legs, crawling up your skirt to press against your panties, the little wet patch so obvious. 

“eren, so bad. please.” it’s a shy little whisper and he chuckles, chest vibrating against your back as he sucks the lobe of your ear. 

“aw, you’re so wet and i’ve not even done anything yet. come on.” 

your cunt throbs as he pulls you away from the main party, guiding you up the stairs of the house of whoever’s party it was, eren’s eyes sparkling as he pushes open a door into an empty bedroom. he grins as he sits at the end of the bed, pulling you onto his thigh as his hands grasp your hips. 

“eren.” you can only whine as he kisses along your jaw, fingers unbuttoning your shirt as you can’t resist the urge to grind your hips along his thigh. he’s muscular, leg tensed so you can feel his muscles against your cunt, the ripples in his jeans and the layers of fabric in between only offering friction as you can feel your panties dampen. “please.” 

“please what?” he smirks and he laughs when your bottom lip trembles. your cunt’s practically aching, drooling all over your panties as you rut faster, whining as the friction offers a semblance of pleasure. “i can’t do anything unless you tell me. do you want my fingers maybe? my tongue? my cock buried inside your little pussy?” you gasp at his lewd words, but you’re too desperate, whining as you begin to bounce on his leg faster, making him groan as he slips off your shirt, hands groping your chest. 

“god, you look so pretty humping my thigh like that- you look so needy right now.” eren growls, edging his face close to yours. he presses his lips against yours messily, teeth nibbling on your swollen bottom lip and you mewl when he pulls away, biting your lip between his teeth. “you look so cute and innocent- i bet you’ve never even taken cock before, huh?” he bounces his leg to make you gasp, your walls clenching around nothing as you cling to his shoulders, rutting against his leg with the fabric rubbing against your damp folds and swollen clit, the pleasure warm as it runs through you. but it’s not enough, making your cheeks burn as your eyes fall to his hardened cock pressing against the tight restrains of his pants. 

“please, eren.” your voice is shy and meek through your breathy sighs as you nestle your face into the crook of his neck, his long strands of hair tickling your face. “i want you to touch me. i want you to- to fuck me. with your cock. please.” 

he groans at your words, cupping your face with his thumb stroking along your wet, swollen lip before he dips it between them, fingertip weighing down on your drooling tongue. 

“that wasn’t so hard now, was it, babe? but not yet- i want to see you hump my thigh like a horny bitch in heat before i fuck you so good on my cock.” 

Assorted Levi headcanons

Modern au pretty random

I’m just bored so take this

• That man would love Bed Bath and Beyond
• Hates the mall with a passion. It’s dirty, crowded, confusing. But he fucks with Barns and Nobles heavy.
• “we got food at home”
• His beds always made. He doesn’t sleep in it. (It’s canon he sleeps for 1-2 hours sitting up) he just naps on the couch or in his office.
• Double mask, face shield, and gloves. Hand sanitizer in the car and in the pocket. He strapped at the grocery store.
• He spends an awful lot of time in the produce section.
• He drives with the seat so close his chest is almost touching the wheel.
• Fucks heavy with olive garden
• Grandpa sweaters and loafers.
• Doesn’t know how to turn the brightness down on his phone or computer.
• Uses Pandora instead of Spotify <\3
• Takes Hanji to the zoo, loses them, leaves.
• Takes turns with Mikasa carpooling Eren. (Erens licence is suspended for DUI and failure to appear in court)
• Lunch with Erwin. Every. Sunday.
• Finesses the fuck outta parking spots.
• He probably has a dog, a really big dog. It’s hypoallergenic obviously. He takes it on runs and talks to it like a roommate. “you gotta start paying your half of the bills.”
• Gets discounts at Starbucks because the baristas think he’s hot.
• “No Sasha I don’t want to make a tik tok with you and Connie.”

Loving Levi hours are 25/8

Summary:  The mission starts, you and Mikasa have a talk and Levi and Hange bring Eren back to the bunker and now it’s your job to save him.

Fandom: Supernatural and Attack on Titan

Pairing: Eren Yeager x reader

Characters: (Y/N), Mikasa, Levi, Hange, Eren, And Armin

Genre: Angst I think

Warnings: Talk of Death, Needles

Wordcount: 535

Note: This is also posted on my Ao3

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You made sure that the Devil’s trap was in perfect condition so that it wouldn’t fail in holding Eren, when you brought him in. The comms in your and Mikasa’s ears started buzzing with life as Levi said through them “Come i Winchester and Ackerman, do you copy over”

“We copy over” Mikasa said and looked your way

“We have caught Yeager, Hange just put him in the trunk,” Levi said through the comms.

“Great job bring him back so we can save him” you said

“Are you ready for us?” Levi asked

“Yes, we are ready here to do the ritual”

“We’ll be back in an hour with Yeager”

“Of course see you soon Captain Levi” you said and looked over to Mikasa who shared the same look as you as your comms shut off.

“So we’re going to save him”  Mikasa said

“Yes, we are”

“What’s the price (Y/N)” Mikasa asked

“What price?”
“Of the Book of The Damned”

“There is no price”

“There’s always a price to a spell like that”

“I just want to save Eren, it’s my fault that he took the mark from me”, I didn’t try to stop him enough.” You said

“Yes you did (Y/N), I never wanted anything like this to happen but (Y/N) he loves you too much to not doom himself to a life like that of a mark bearer”

“I am still going to use the book, whether or not there is a price, I have to save him”

“I know that I can’t stop you, and I know that we have to save Eren, So I’m going to help through all of this,” MIkasa said. You quickly gave her a hug

“Thank you Mikasa” you said and Mikasa held the scarf around her neck tightly in her grasp. You both heard the bunker door open. Hange and Levi came in carrying Eren between the two of them. You guided them to the dungeon where you put Eren into a devil’s trap so that he could not escape or hurt one or more of you. Eren stirred slightly while Levi is strapping him down onto the chair.

“Hello Captain” Eren said with a smirk as he woke up from being knocked out “Better tie those straps tight, don’t want me escaping”

“Shut up Yeager” Levi said and gave one last tug to Erens bonds and then walked away from the devils trap.

You stepped up to Eren with the syringe of your blood in hand to give him. The smell of Sulphur filled your senses as you convinced yourself that this isn’t the same Eren whom you had spent nights upon nights with, wrapped in the warmth of his arms and coated in the smell of the cologne he uses. “So you’re trying to save me, well good luck with that because you can’t save everyone”
“No I can’t , But I can try my damn best to at least save you Eren” you replied.

“Why because you need me?” Eren said

“No Eren, Mikasa needs you, Armin and I both need you and someone else needs you” you said and injected the first dose of your blood into his body.

Summary: The Scouts are forming a plan to save Eren and turn back to a human and get the Mark of Cain off of him.

Fandom: Supernatural and Attack on Titan

Pairing: Eren Yeager x reader

Characters: Eren Yeager, (Y/N) Winchester, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Sasha Braus

Genre: Angst I think

Warnings: None this chapter

Wordcount: 257 (Short I know)

Note: This is also posted on my Ao3 

Masterlist

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“So you’ve found him” Jean said

“Yes, with the help of Rowena we were able to track him, Listen up my friends Eren at the moment is dangerous and powerful” “Our mission is to capture him and bring him here unharmed, use force only if needed” you said “Levi will lead this from the frontlines, whereas I will need to conserve my energy so I can turn him back and save him” you said standing at the head of the war table

“Did Crowley betray us, is that why he isn’t helping” Connie asked

“Crowley isn’t here because he is our inside man, our little fly”

“How will you get the mark off of him”

“Rowena has found a spell in the Book of The Damned” you said

“Isn’t the book of the Damned dangerous” Armin said

“Yes.” you replied to Armin “I have to get Eren back, and it’s because I love him” you said keeping a straight, strong face on. You knew full well that you could break down in front of everyone.

“Well then let’s get him back, I have to save my best friend” Armin said, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Yeah let’s save him, you in Jean” Sasha said

“Yes, he is a good friend even if he and I have our differences in character” Jean said

“Let’s head out then” you said and everybody filed out of the war room to get ready to leave. Mikasa stayed with you as you drew the blood out of your arm for the ritual.