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good girls go bad!

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everybody in this world has their thing, some like to draw, others like paint. eren jaeger liked to believe he had many things, things he thought to be normal that most if not all would find to put it lightly.. strange.

not to be blunt but if you asked anybody from the dimly lit house party what eren jeagers specific thing was they'd all tell you the same thing.

sex.

you wouldn't even have to sleep with the guy to know how good he was in bed, every girl that comes stumbling from a random room on wobbling legs was most definitely proof enough.

this was NOT your scene. you stood there stiff in the corner, red solo cup in hand, surrounded by your five girlfriends who simply wouldn't take no for an answer.

they knew you'd follow the rules, the rules that your father had put in place when he shipped you off halfway across the state.

the silver purity ring on your finger hit the cup to the rhythm of the music as you slightly bopped your head.

that very ring a tall brunette had his eyes on all night. the man had been watching you since his body hit the sticky leather of the wore down couch. when your eyes flicked across the room his would immediately drop down to his own ring clad fingers picking at the arm rest.

"come onnn (❤︎︎), just a few shots. you need to loosen up anyway!" your closest friend sasha drags you across the scene leaving the other group of girls to their own devices.

begrudgingly you trek behind her, pulling down that itty bitty denim skirt the girls forced you to purchase 'just in case'.

she spots connie leaning against the marble of the kitchen island all by himself. suddenly she's flinging herself into his arms seaming already drunk off of whatever pungent liquid was mixed up in her now forgotten solo cup.

"well if it isn't my favorite little munchkin," she squeals when he drops her back down. "my friend here is in dire need of whatever you could pour into a shot glass, stat!"

connie smiles at her opting not to say much knowing his words would be slurred. red eyes scan you quickly as if he was pondering what bitter beverage he could give you to loosen you up fast.

you stood close behind sasha watching connie line up six plastic shot cups before pouring a glass bottle of clear liquor (to the brim) of each cup. being the gentleman he was he opens the cooler by his foot pulling out two mini can of pinapple juice.

snatching a shot for himself he tosses it back with a grimace and a quick head shake then walks off giving you a look of good luck.

"two for me, three for you." she hands you the can and pulls you to stand by her. taking a deep breath through your nose you grab each shot one by one and then chase them with the juice. it's almost embarrassing how loud you gagged from the tingle in the back of your throat.

"good?" she laughs at your struggle and you shoot her a glare. "what do you think sash??"

you look back over your shoulder to see that your friend group had dispersed among themselves with fellow party goers, unsurprisingly. lucky for them you made everyone share locations before even coming here AND gave them the major stranger danger safety run down.

what's even more embarrassing is how within the span of five minutes you feel every nerve slip into a relaxed state, the crease of you brow is replaced with a content, one would say- happy expression.

the first sound of ' freak hoe' is played full blast and it's like a flash flood of nearly every girl in the party racing towards the ¿dance floor?. but not only were the girls rushing through, but the guys too. either trying to stop their girls from showing out or simply tryna catch what was being thrown.

you and sasha being part of the crowd  followed not far behind. and wherever you went green hooded eyes followed in suit.

in most cases you weren't one to show yourself in private let alone in public, but before you left the comfort of your dormitory the girls showed you a step by step tutorial on basic "ass shaking."

good for you that you comprehension skills are a-1 because in no time you were throwing it all around the world, my god would you regret this in the morning. sasha being there was extremely handy in making sure your skirt didn't ride up to the point where nothing was left to the imagination.

and boy oh boy did eren have a good one. zoning out on you and that stupid silver band circling your ring finger. he suddenly snaps into reality when a man, a random, tries to catch what he claimed for the night.

eren is quicker, his stride longer. you feel him before you see him. his presence is great. big almost. his scent woodsy and minty with a linger smell of weed. intoxicating.

sasha give you a look once the song is over and made into something that can be danced to in a slow grind. you smile and wink she takes the hint and scurry off to find her baldheaded best friend.

the man behind you leans forward and your automatically enticed by the eyes. bright and green but low and lidded. your arms reach you around his neck and tangle in the hair on his nape, the weight of his bun resting there as well.

on the other hand(s) his are traveling down your side and to the opening of your blouse. you stop him, turning to face him only to be met with a broad chest. . looking up to see a man more striking the a god themself, he grins small and sexy. you look more beautiful up close, he can't help the lump twitching against his thigh in this black cargos.

he also can help but notice the way you scan his face all doe like, he lets you drink him in even with the heavy bass pumping throughout both your bodies.

finally you breathe out a simple "hi." shuttering cause you feel his eyes on your lips, then the drop lower to the star sign necklace sitting on your collar bone.

you move before him, grabbing him by the collar of his black tee. hell- it was just as shocking to you as it was him wondering where in the world you got all this confidence from.

"hey." he mutters against your lips before reciprocating the kiss. it's desperate on your end and controlled on his, like trying to pull an elephant with a rope. you whine into his mouth and he can't help but puff out a breath of laughter.

he pulls back and you can't help but chase him. "bathroom?" he looks you dead in your eyes already tipsy on just a taste of what this man can give you. you nod at a flashes pace when you feel the not so subtle pulse down below. and just like that the two of you are off, him shielding you from the sea of sweaty bodies. you pass sasha and connie once more making direct eye contact with her.

her jaw drops hard. she turns to connie who lifts his hand to close her mouth, who mumbles something about hot ass breath.

eren waste no time knowing exactly where the first floor washroom is. another man stumbles his way towards the door and earns a palm to the face and a rough shove by eren.

he locks the door quickly before the complaints start and shoves your lower back against the sink capturing you in another mind numbing kiss. the cold thin metal of your ring stings his skin when you cup his handsome face, and he groans deep and long. rutting his chub against your thigh.

he breaks first spinning you around so that you're facing the mirror. lips swollen, eyes glassy, and edges starting to lift, eren wants to devour you. eat you whole.

he leans into you pushing his weight on your back. wet open mouth kisses from the junction of your shoulder all the way up to your ear and he huffs out "eren."

lost in the sensation you hum at him choking back a moan when he reaches under that god forsaken skirt and he barely applies pressure to your panties. and yet here they are soak down.

"my name, eren. remember it." he muttered to you taking pleasure in watch you quiver like a leaf over a thumb. just as sudden as it came his hand was ripped away. hiking up your skirt he pulls your panties down, and spreads.

"my god," he sighed. nothing in this world could prepare him for the sight that beholds him. sticky, wet folds make a slick noise as he thumbs through them. he watches you twitch and arch your back, in an instant he drops down to his knees.

"just nasty," he commented before shoving his face in your cunt. his mouth automatically finds your clit and he sucks. that sharp nose of his nudging against your clenching hole. and then- he takes in a sharp breath through his nose eye scrolling to the back of his skull.

you've lost all support opting to rest your forehead on the mirror while eren sucks on you pussy like a starved man. it's so much, it's too much. he's sloppy with it, fluids dripping down from his mouth, to his chin, onto his shirt. all you can do is moan.

"ugh -god! eren! eren!" you sob, he slurps. its all so good.

"you're cumming? come on pretty, cum on my fucking tongue." he envelopes you whole and shoves his tongue in repeatedly over and over until you scream.

"shit - eren im fucking cumming!" and you do. hard. but he keeps going not wasting a drop of your release. gasping for some air, hunched over the sink, panties down by your knocking shaking knees, you feel it.

hard, long, heavy, and thick against your lower back you didn't even realize he had dropped his cargos and boxers just below his fat balls. 8 inches of man ready and waiting.

he see you lifting yourself up and he decides you had enough time to recover. his slides his tip an angry shade of red, through your sensitive folds and then pushes in slow.

quickly he grabs his base hard and squeezes. "shit-" he stills, taking a deep breath. "s'fucking tight." he comments rubbing on your swollen clit making you shudder. "loosen up dollface, let me in." his brows furrowed as he watches you biting into the fabric of your sleeve. you’re holding back and he knows it. he knows he's big, and he knows you can take it.

in one swift motion he bottoms out and you cry. cry so loud you could stop the party. his 'thrust' shallow but oh so deep, fat tip nudging right against your cervix.

"o-oh fuck FUCK!" you wail clenching on him hard as you orgasm. "atta girl, there she is." he grins big and bright. "feels good don't it? you love cummin' on me dontcha, princess?" he hisses, reeling his hips back and he pounds into you.

"s-shit, you're soo g-oodd!" you wailed to him, your tits bouncing out that stupid stuffy blouse. he wants to see more, to feel more. his fingers scoop you up by the neck. damp back pulled to his wet chest, and he squeezes. the feeling of his hand even resting on your throat was delicious - but this.

this was different. "e-erenn! jesus f-fucking christ! m'cummin, m'cummin!" you gasp out, taking your hand and wrapping it around his to choke yourself harder. those green eyes widen nearly black in color as he gives a wild smile at your fucked out expression. "you filthy little thing, you like being choked dont ya? what would yer daddy say if he found you his dollface little girl was slutting herself out for me ,hm?"

you feel it, right there in your gut, hot desire flooding from your pussy all onto the floor in streams of clear liquid. your cheeks are red from the lack of oxygen. his thrust get harder but you can feel eren tensing. another brutal thrust and he grunts deep and sexy. "fuck baby." he fucks himself through his high just using your sloppy cunt to his will. his grip on you throat is released and that has you doubling over gasping for sweet oxygen.

jeager relishes the feeling of your walls clamping on him till he decides enough is enough. he pulls out and in an instant thick, creamy globs of cum plop down onto your soaked down underwear.

leaning down once more he come face of face with your fucked out pussy and licks the mixture of bodily fluids. this makes you jolt and then he presses a delicate kiss to you clit. contradicting his actions he sents a hard smack to your ass cheek. eren groans taking a look at the mess you both made on the floor and yourselves. he just grabs and decorative towels hanging above the toilet, wiping himself off and then throwing it on the floor to soak up any liquid.

then he hands you a pitiful piece of tissue paper to clean yourself off. but before you can start he's distracting you with kisses to your earlobe, he grabs your hand and suddenly your finger is feeling .. lighter.

you spoke out to confront him but he slips back out into the world leaving you stranded and confused.

also with an empty finger. bummer, he didn't even catch your name..

Eren rly said: ok sounds like a good plan

freedom.

I love this \(^ヮ^)/\(^ヮ^)/( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Boy next door!Eren

Part 3 (Part 1 | Part 2)

warnings: 18+, NSFW⚠️ , perv!Eren, some exhibitionism at the end hehe

note: *inserts “omg! it’s happening!” gif from The Office lol*

Boy next door!Eren who you know is probably watching you right now as you were leaned against your kitchen counter, wearing the pretty pink lingerie he got you earlier this week.

You were drinking your morning coffee and reading your book, which he looked into btw and learned that it’s actually a smutty book. He lets out a guttural whine at the fact that you were doing all these things in the early hours of the morning.

Naughty girl!Y/n 🙈

Boy next door!Eren who knows he shouldn’t be doing this. His roommates could walk into the kitchen any moment!

Yet, he continues to stroke himself to you. His pretty neighbor wearing the lingerie that he anonymously got for you. He wonders if you knew it was from him. You didn’t say anything about it, but you obviously knew because why else would you be torturing him right now? His pretty neighbor that he’s been dying to sink his teeth into for months. His pretty neighbor that he knows for a fact has the softest skin. His pretty neighbor that always smells so fucking good. Fuck, your sweet scent is practically imbedded in his nostrils by now. His pretty neighbor that he jerks himself off to, practically every other night using your instagram photos. They’re just normal photos of you, but that’s more than enough for him.

Boy next door!Eren who grips the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white as he pumps himself faster with his other hand, wanting to let it all out before his roommates wake up or before you decide to torture him more by stepping out of view.

Fuck, you’re so beautiful.

Boy next door!Eren who lets out quiet grunts, and moans your name in a whisper.

“Sh-shiiitttt… Y/n… p-please… look at me baby…” As if you heard him or somehow read his mind, you finally glanced over at him through the window. You expected to see him staring, sure, but you didn’t expect to see desperate!Eren’s orgasm face.

Again, you got more than you bargained for. 🤭

Boy next door!Eren who came in his pajama pants when you finally locked eyes with him. His eyebrows furrowed together, eyelids low, mouth agape, and his bare chest quickly rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

Boy next door!Eren who, once he comes to, suddenly feels embarrassed and quickly leaves the kitchen to clean himself up. He takes a burning hot shower, cringing at himself for being such a goddamn pervert. First he bought you lingerie, and now he jerks off to you… in front of you.

You couldn’t help but feel so flattered… so… satisfied. It makes you want to kick your feet and twirl your hair.

…Dare are we say, sadist!Y/n? 👀

Boy next door!Eren who has flowers sent to you later that day as an apology. He doesn’t know why it’s suddenly eating him up inside when you’ve clearly been okay with it this whole time. I mean, you literally put yourself on display for him this morning…

Sigh, he’s so cute.

Boy next door!Eren who suddenly becomes the shy one, come monday morning.

“Erennnnn~” You whine. “Y-Yeah?” He looks at you for a second, but then quickly looks back at his textbook. Oh how the tables have turned. “Why aren’t you talking to me?” You pout, as if nothing happened. “Huh? Oh, sorry gorgeous… I was… reading something…” Liar. “Look at me.” He does so, hesitantly. You leaned in close and whispered, “Thank you for the set. It fit perfectly, don’t you think? Was it how you envisioned it?” He swallowed hard as your breath fanned against his ear, “…Mhm…” You smiled mischievously, “Maybe you should come over sometime, y’know, so you don’t have to peek through the window anymore. Would you like that?” He fights the urge to shove his tongue down your throat right now, remembering you guys were still in class. He clears his throat, “I-I’d love that…”

Yeah, you knew he would.

Boy next door!Eren who’s writhing, sitting on the corner of your bed, when you stepped out of your closet wearing a dark green lingerie set.

“Ohhh fuuck me…” He says under his breath. “You like? I figured I should get something to match your eyes.” You did a little twirl. You’re trying to kill him, is that it? It’s taking everything in him to hold back from just grabbing you, and taking you right then and there.

But you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? 🙂‍↕️

Boy next door!Eren who says fuck it and grabs you by the hips, pulling you to him. You straddled his lap, hands going straight into his hair, and captured his lips in an overdue kiss.

His hands roamed over your body, gripping and squeezing everything. You tried to pull away for breath, but he wouldn’t let you. He quickly latches onto your lips again, finally getting to shove his tongue down your throat.

He’s not wasting anymore time.

“E-Eren… air…” You whimpered, breathless. He moves his lips to your jaw, “Sorry baby.” He leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping your sensitive skin here and there. You tug on his hair when he sucks a bit roughly. That’s gonna leave a mark for sure. He looks up at you with a lazy, blissed out, smile on his face. He’s so gone.

Desperate!Eren can’t get enough of you.

Boy next door!Eren whose dick is so hard for you, it hurts. His pretty pink tip is leaking so much pre, it’s starting to seep through his jeans. Good thing he just installed your new washer and dryer not too long ago.

“You’re such a perv, Eren.” You hissed, almost sounding angry if it weren’t for the hint of sultriness in your tone. You grind your hips against his, moaning at the feeling of his erection poking at your heat. “You like it, though. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here right now.” He leaves a few love bites on your cleavage. “I love it.” You threw your head back as he kneaded your ass cheeks, letting out a yelp when he gave ‘em a nice smack.

Boy next door!Eren who finally fucks the shit out of you. He flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips up to meet his; continuing his relentless pace. Your room was filled with moans and groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. He leans forward to talk pure filth into your ear, pressing his chest against your back.

He licks the shell of your ear, making you clench around him. “Nnngh, don’t do that baby.” He groans. “You’ll make me bust fast, and I wanna make this last.” He thrusts harder, splitting you open with his dick. “Been dreaming about this pussy since I first saw you around campus.” He what? His arm snakes around to your front, a veiny hand coming up to wrap around your throat, “Ohh f-fuck… it was worth the wait.” Your head was spinning. “Eren!” You choked out through broken moans; gripping the sheets, your pillows, whatever you could get your hands on. “You know how.. sh-shiiitt.. how h-happy I was when I found out we had.. m-mutual friends?” His deep chuckle vibrates through your back. “And then the h-house next door to you w-went on the market, hah! I couldn’t help but th-think this was fate!” He sounds delirious. “E-Eren… I-I’m gonna cum!” His hold around your neck tightens slightly, “Yeah?” He picks up his pace, “Cum for me baby.” And you do. Your eyes rolled back as your pussy pulsated around him. Thighs trembling as he doesn’t relent, nails digging into the mattress. “You’re so good for me… my pretty girl.” His thrusts start to get a little sloppy. “I’m gonna fill you up every fucking day.” His hand that was around your neck moves higher, sticking two fingers down your throat. The sound of your gag was the last straw, before he’s shooting ropes after ropes of his seed in you. “Fuckfuckfuck, take it all.”

Boy next door!Eren who’s now boyfriend!Eren, gets to have his way with you whenever and wherever. You ride him on his bike, he fucks you against the lockers in the men’s locker room on campus, you give him head in your car and at the movie theater, he feels you up at restaurants…

You name it.

“Eren…” You quietly scolded him. “What?” He looks around the classroom, “No one is even paying attention. Half of them are either too busy taking notes, or falling asleep. C’mon, just a little swipe up your slit.” He whispers. His hand gently squeezed the inside of your thigh, before inching up under your dress. “I just want a little taste…” “Eren, we literally had sex right before we left for class.” “And? That was over an hour ago.” “I can still feel some of your cum seeping out of me.” You roll your eyes. “Mmph, love when you talk like that baby.” “You’re so ann-“ You bit your bottom lip to conceal your gasp when his fingers slip inside your panties. “Hm? What was that?” He uses two fingers to spread your folds, and then swipes his finger up from your entrance to your clit, rubbing in slow small circles. “Hnngh… b-babe…you said j-just a swipe…” Your nails carved into your textbook. “Shh,” he brings his fingers to his mouth and gives them a quick lick, his eyes rolling back as he tastes you. “Be a good girl and keep it down, alright?” He brings his fingers back to your pussy, “Wouldn’t want to interrupt Professor Ackerman’s lecture…”

Boyfriend!Eren who still likes to go back to your roots once in a while. He’ll buy you new lingerie, and even though he can just come over freely now… he still likes to watch you from next door, as you parade around in your kitchen wearing nothing but the newest set he got for you.

…Fuckin perverts.

attack on titian review

In the early 2000s, a college student named Hajime Isayama was working in a café when suddenly someone grabbed him by the collar violently. It was this, “the fear of meeting a person I can't communicate with,” that inspired a brilliant idea of writing what now would be the best anime of the decade. Attack on Titan is a dark fantasy manga (Japanese comic) that got turned into an anime. The anime gained a lot of popularity very rapidly and for a good reason. The show hurt me, it broke me in the most beautiful way, every episode left me with so many unanswered questions, every episode left a big impact on me as a person, it changed my sense of morality, the way I view life, it truly took me the whole new perspective.

Now theirs a lot of reason A.O.T is good but some of the main ones are:

The main storyline:

The anime/manga is set in a world where humanity lives peacefully inside cities surrounded by three enormous worshiped walls that have been built for a century, these walls protect them from a gigantic man eating creatures called titans, one day unexpectedly a titan larger than the 3rd outer wall (wall Maria) breaks it causing chaos destruction and fear leaving other titans to enter, titans start devouring humans at high rates as the main character Eren Jagear and his friends try to find his mother so they can enter the second wall and seek coverage but it’s too late, he watches as his own mother gets eaten alive, her shoe drooping symbolizing her leaving her son behind, in that very moment Eren swears that he’ll take revenge and slaughter all titans and give humanity hope for freedom since he’s always looked at the walls as if they are cages blocking him from the outer world ( it’s pretty ironic since the walls are what used to protect them ) then the real story begins following him entering the scouts regiment building relationships with other characters, and very unexpected plots that will change the whole course of the story.

  The well written characters:

Attack on titan by far has the best written characters. each character has their own unique personality, different interest, different point of views, a motive and a dream, weaknesses and strengths, yet they all are relatable and have one thing in common; they all are trying to survive or save their loved ones at least. We always see them learning and improving from each other, even balancing each other.  For example Armin lacks physical strength yet he has a good head on his shoulder while Eren is the opposite, he tends to let his emotions and humanity take over him. And in one scene Eren was refusing to kill Annie even if it was self defense thinking it was inhumane as he heard those words “To surpass monsters, you must be willing to abandon your humanity.” – Armin Alert. The story is also shown from every character point of view and that left us wondering if maybe Eren is in the wrong, maybe he’s the bad guy . Yet in the same time he’s the hero? The story is the same yet the point of views are changed and the audience are left to think for themselves, and the change of him from being the oppressed to being the oppressor was brilliant. The whole story was a big example of ‘’I can’t blame you nor you can blame me’’.              

As Armin once said “A good person? Well… I don’t really like that term. Because to me, it just seems to mean someone who’s good for you. And I don’t think there’s any one person who’s good for everyone.”

Diversity and awareness:

growing up it was hard for me to relate to characters, there wasn’t any diversity whatsoever. Male characters were superior while female characters were never taken seriously, not mention they always had to live up to the white beauty standards that were limiting to so many children. In attack on titan  they empowered all genders, personalities, bodies, races , and they did it in a proper way to show awareness for example every female character wasn’t sexualized nor objectified like most shows do and were written as proper humans with feeling and motives they were also respected an seen as equals with the male characters sometimes even stronger , as for appearance we see both woman and men with different unique features , a lot of the characters have a hooked/roman  noses, the strongest character is also the shortest,  Onyankopon is a dark-skinned man with black hair styled in a short crew cut and when someone asked him why his skin was dark showing ignores he simply answered by saying: because our creator thought it would be interesting if there was a mix of people, we got created cause we were wanted. The anime also explores other issues like parental abuse, in one seen a character was screaming calling out to her father apologizing while getting eaten by a titan and screaming this was a sign of trauma caused by her father’s abuse in the past. In other scenes we see parents manipulating their children or guilt tripping them into doing what they want for example historia and annie, Another thing the show raised awareness towards governmental corruption the show showed people abusing their authority multiple times and in one seen a  we see a soldier with access to governmental equipment selling them illegally. The government also had a history of lying to the citizens and hurting those who were brave enough speak the truth (Erwin’s father was killed) In season 2 the government falsely accused the 104 cadets by committing crimes against the crown and they sent people to kill them illegally just because they were discovering the truth. The list goes on and on of the governments greediness.                                                                                                                

The dark themes and mixed emotions:

“The world is merciless, and it's also very beautiful.”- Mikasa.  as I said before the show showed some serious problems and the dark realistic sides  the world in general and with these situations we are bound to get a lot of emotions like regret , feeling used, hopelessness, feeling stuck, losing touch with humanity, losing sight of you goals , betrayal, and more yet in the same time the show showed that in darkness there’s always some light , you see people stuck in a conflict find that they’re actually very similar to each other and becoming lovers, we see Armin achieving his long dream of wanting to see the ocean in with his own eyes , we see characters improving to the best version of themselves . The anime ended with our lovable main character dying and getting buried under the same tree he would sit under with the person he loved the most before the war, which was truly a bittersweet ending.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Attack on titian was very bittersweet and an emotional roller-coaster and it hurt me in the most beautiful way possible, it changed my morals, my views on life, it helped me learn valuable lessons. The anime is a masterpiece and I recommend it for everyone Possible.

Question

Should I do a smut-fic? I did like one or two on wattpad so it wouldn't be my first time???

But like, if I were to do one, what would you like to see? I'll probably just write like characters and pick the winning ones and then do another one of these to see like what you would like to see from that character

COMPETITION

Description: You are a fellow member of The Survey Corps. A member that everyone wants to be with.

Content: Slight NSFW mentions, swearing. Eren is still an ordinary scout.

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

Eren’s unfortunately familiar voice blasted through the mess hall. It was one of those days, apparently, one of those days in which commanders, captains, and soldiers alike would roll their eyes at the never-ending bickering between Yeager and Kirstein. They would munch on their servings of bread, chewing into the stale grain with every bit of annoyance they commonly felt when Jean and Eren would ruin meal time with their conflicts. A little rookie, a sweet girl with hair as red as fire, was even familiar with the tired routine. She hadn’t even been on her first scouting mission yet.

Like some sort of ritual, inevitable clockwork, Mikasa and Armin would rise in between the two boys, who glared holes in one another as they clenched their fists at their side.

“Guys, please, not tonight,” Armin would plead, plastering on a nervous grin.

“Eren,” Mikasa started, grabbing the brown-haired guy’s wrist in an attempt to de-escalate the situation, “don’t.”

Sometimes, they would listen. Sometimes, they would sit back down without a fuss, spending the rest of their meal time muttering to their friends about each other. And, other times, it would take Captain Levi giving them a quick and terrifying kick to the stomach to sort them out.

It was the same routine for years and years, starting long ago, when they were only trainees at the age of twelve, to now, when they stood as skilled soldiers at the age of nineteen.

But today, Eren ignored them.

So did Jean.

Neither one of the boys would back down without a fight, even if their faces, red with anger, ended up meeting Captain Levi’s boot.

No.

They would fight long and hard if necessary.

Neither one of them planned to give up fighting for something–or, someone–they both wanted.

You.

–

Eren’s bright eyes flickered away from Jean’s intense glare for only a moment. He saw you, quite a short distance away, sitting with your friends. You froze. Your beautiful eyes that he loved so damn much watched the scene taking place between the soldiers, widened with curiosity over what could possibly be going on. The warm potato soup you scooped up with your spoon was starting to spill back over into your bowl from your lack of movement. You were friends with both Jean and Eren. Close friends. Known each other for years. Cadets of the 104th. Because of that, seeing them fight was as common and expected as watching the sun rise and set each and every single day. However, when Eren’s eyes locked with yours for only a brief second, you knew something was different. You watched them carefully, but without the slight clue that they were fighting over you.

Armin glanced over at you as well, but you didn’t notice his big blue eyes staring. The poor boy’s throat dried to a crisp. A small bead of sweat fell from his moist forehead, and he swallowed nervously.

He raised his hands defensively between Jean and Eren. Everyone would assume that Arlert was simply nervous over the thought of them getting into a fist fight during dinner time, but no.

Deep within himself, his own rotten secret was twisting up inside of his gut, making him feel sick. His eyes danced between Eren, Jean, Mikasa, and you.

After all, if anyone knew what he wouldn’t dare utter with his own tongue, he would have been right in the middle of Eren and Jean’s rage.

Armin wanted you too.

The blonde soldier was known for his brilliance, and being as smart as he was, he knew exactly why Eren and Jean wanted to smash each other’s faces in. Of course, neither one of them happened to be the best at keeping their crushes a secret, but you still did not manage to catch on. Armin, to his own shock, was quite good at hiding his crush, at least, in his own eyes. Truth be told, Armin tended to get shy and blushy around everyone. Therefore, he acted the same way around you that he apologetically acted around others.

He glanced around the mess hall. He wondered how many others had a crush on you as well. He could imagine that most people did. In the world they were regrettably forced to live in, with the enemies they were bred to endure, love was the only thing anyone had left to fight for. Love was the driving force that sent soldiers to their deaths on horseback. Love was the reason why friends and family lived and died for each other. Why Eren pulled Armin out of the jaws of a titan. Why Mikasa saved Eren over and over again. Why Jean’s mom wrote him letters and made him food. Why anyone bothered to get out of bed and live another day in a world that couldn’t have been any different from Hell.

And you?

With those beautiful eyes that everyone got lost in. That body that everyone wanted to hold, touch, and see. That laugh that made everyone wonder if that’s what the entrance to Heaven sounded like. The bravery that saved lives during missions. The kindness that made everyone want to keep fighting for humanity.

You.

Damn you.

Damn you for making anyone and everyone feel this way.

Jean wiped the away the moisture from his drink trickling across his upper lip, his eyes never daring to sneak away from Eren’s, even when Yeager snuck a quick peek at you from where you sat, still and cautious, frozen with a spoon full of soup as you watched them with wide, curious eyes. Everyone watched them. Silently.

“What’s going on this time?” Sasha mumbled, her dumbfounded expression over the current escalating fight brewing in the middle of dinner time not quite contrasting against her common behavior, as she reached for another piece of bread, nevertheless.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled back to her, your best friend.

Captain Levi sipped on his tea, his poker face not vanishing for a moment as he watched Jean and Eren.

“Do you think we should intervene? This could get kinda ugly!” Hange scream-whispered, the commander’s visible eye widening as they looked at Levi with great worry.

Levi said nothing.

He knew what this was all about.

He was either extremely observant, or all of his fellow soldiers and comrades were plain stupid. It was obvious to anyone who wasn’t underneath your spell what the fight was about. However, little did poor Eren and a clueless Jean know that they weren’t the only ones who wanted you.

Armin, the very person trying to break up the fight, wanted you just as badly.

And so did Connie.

And Sasha.

And Reiner, and Bertholdt, before they left.

The new, nice guy with the weird haircut.

The girl with the long hair.

Levi could bet that others did as well. With that bittersweet knowledge, he took another sip of his tea.

“E-Eren, Jean, listen,” Armin swallowed thickly. “Don’t fight. You’ll get in trouble, and…” he leaned in, dropping his shaky voice just a beat below a whisper, “she won’t like it.”

His words seemed to snap some sense into Eren and Jean. The trance of glaring hatred that they were trapped in broke instantly. They fidgeted, their eyes darting everywhere, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

Armin caught a glimpse of Mikasa’s confused face. She heard what Armin said, and truth be told, it saddened her. She knew exactly who her friend spoke of, and she despised the thought of Eren liking someone. Someone that wasn’t her. Armin gave her an encouraging nod, and Mikasa touched the red scarf wrapped around her neck.

The smaller guy wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t let Jean and Eren make a fool of themselves. It would have started to thin out the competition for your heart, putting him in the lead above the two, assuming there was some sort of ranking, and that he was lacking.

“Whatever,” Eren uttered, glaring down at his bowl of food as he sat beside Mikasa once more. “Let’s just eat.”

Jean retreated back to his own seat. He felt a bit embarrassed, as the entire situation kicked off simply from overhearing Eren talk about how he was able to train with you all day. Eren spoke innocently, mentioning your name casually as one would do a friend, but Jean knew better. He knew that Eren was bragging. Purposely bragging loud enough for Jean to hear, wanting to plant the ugly seed of jealousy within horseface.

“Nice that you were able to train with Y/N and all, but all that fighting wont change the fact that you’re a little runt!”

“What’d you just call me, horseface?!”

“I called you a little runt!”

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

And, now, dinner continued in silence. A small buzz of conversation persisted passively between each group of comrades, but Eren and Jean stayed quiet. So did Armin. And everyone else who had a crush on you. They each looked around at every face at every table, wondering who all held the same feelings for you.

Mentally, each one of them made it a competition between themselves and their unknown competitors.

A competition for your heart.

“Jean, that idiot, he better back off if he knows what’s good for him! Y/N’s as good as mine!” Eren thought, frowning angrily at his bowl of cold soup.

“Watch your back, Yeager. You might have all the cool powers or whatever, but I don’t mess around either, especially when it comes to her,” Jean thought, his chin resting in his palm, his light brown eyes glancing over at you.

“Maybe…maybe asking Y/N to train with me would be a good way to spend more time with her without upsetting anyone,” Armin thought, ripping tiny pieces of his bread off mindlessly as he plotted.

“I know what I’ll do! I’ll make her my favorite meal! I know I’d fall in love with someone if they made me my favorite meal, it has to work!” Sasha thought, smiling sweetly at you.

"I've gotten a lot stronger lately, and more good looking if you ask me. Maybe I should go ahead and ask Y/N out or something...right?" Connie thought, chugging down his soup.

Captain Levi smirked. It was a small, gentle movement of the face, one that hardly existed at all. As he finished up his cup of tea, he glanced over at you.

You smiled at your captain shyly.

“Fools,” he thought. “Don’t they know that this isn’t even a competition? After all, I’m the only one who gets to hold her. Kiss her. Take off all her clothes. They’re fighting for something I’ve already won.”

Levi nodded in your direction. You knew exactly what that meant. You hopped up excitedly, mumbling an excuse to your friends as to why you needed to leave dinner early.

As you made your way to where Levi would be fucking your brains out tonight, he waited a few moments before following you out of the mess hall.

It was just as he thought.

Levi had already won the competition.

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Hello! first, I apologize if there is something that is not understood 😔English is not my first language uwu Second, I love your blog and your writing 💞💞, I don't know if you are recibing ideas, but it would be nice to see an tattoo artist!eren 🤤🥵🥵 that shows you the most delicate and sensitive parts of the body where you can get a tattoo 😳😳😳

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A/N: This was just a dumb and cute drabble I wrote up ok have fun lol

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CW: Eren thinks reader is fucking adorable ok love that for him, mention of needles (cause tattoo), oral (f receiving)

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You’re staring at the ceiling, anxiously fidgeting your fingers at your sides and swinging your feet as you lay back against the plush leather chair. You’re alone in one of the rooms at the local tattoo shop, waiting for the tattoo artist to begin working on you. It’s the first time you’re getting a tattoo, a small one to match your best friend’s tattoo, placed on the right side of your ribcage.

The tattoo artist, whom you were told by the blonde receptionist is named Eren, hasn’t shown yet and with each passing second your anxiety only gets worse.

Then soon enough he does show, and it only makes you more nervous.

After he comes inside the room, he stands by your chair, tall and muscular with long brown hair and the prettiest green eyes you’ve ever seen. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with the tattoo shop’s logo paired with black jeans, and his arms are covered in various tattoos – there doesn’t seem to be any kind of theme, a mixture of symbols, animals, skulls, even some cartoon characters and superheroes. He’s had a lot of work done on him and it shows. It makes you feel just a bit lame, to be so nervous over one silly tattoo.

“Hey, my name’s Eren,” he starts, looking you down from head to toe. He thinks you’re cute, pretty even. Your anxiety over the incoming tattoo is even more adorable, he thinks with a grin.

He sticks out his hand above your chest as a greeting and you place your palm in his, giving it a weak shake as you tell him your name. It makes him laugh, a deep chuckle as he lets go of your hand.

“You’re shaking,” he comments, “Relax, it won’t be so bad.”

He washes his hands in the sink in the corner of the room thoroughly with warm water and soap. After drying them, he turns around to begin gathering his tools and inks. He has a tray on wheels that he places next to your chair where he places down the inks, ink cups, and needles. You can also see that he places a razor and a damp cloth off to the side. The whole set up almost reminds you of a dentist’s office, only the color palette is dark and grungy, and you’ll be feeling a lot more pain than a simple cleaning.

“It’s my first tattoo,” you tell him sheepishly between the clattering of his supplies.

He turns around and quirks an eyebrow, “First tattoo and you pick right above your ribs? That’s brave.”

He snaps on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, and reaches for the razor.

“Is the ribs a bad place to tattoo?” You asked curiously.

“Well… it hurts, not gonna lie to you,” he says, and he lifts his t-shirt to show you his own tattoo on his ribs. It’s very beautiful, an intricate design of colors surrounding a bird, but you only glance at it for a moment, distracted by this man’s chiseled chest and washboard abs. You turn away, heat rising to your cheeks. He takes note of your bashfulness but continues with, “This one hurt like a bitch, to be honest.”

“That’s not doing much to help me feel better,” you mutter as Eren takes a seat on a rolling stool beside you.

He chuckles, “Sorry. Jus’ being honest.”

You turn to him and the both of you are just staring at each other for a while, until Eren laughs again.

“Your top.”

You snap out of your staring contest with those pretty emeralds of his to realize he’s telling you to take your shirt off.

“Right. Sorry.”

You lift your back up off the leather chair, just enough to peel off your shirt from your torso. You bring it over your head and Eren’s treated to the lovely sight of your clothed breasts. It’s not the first time he’s tattooed a woman’s chest, maybe not even the hundredth, but you’re really attractive and he’s a man, what can he do but stare?

You feel your skin growing warm under his gaze, and you realize as he continues to stare with that shit-eating grin that he meant your bra too. You reach behind your back but at the chair’s angle it's hard to take it off.

“Need help?”

“Yeah, okay.”

He leans over you, a gloved hand pressing to your back to find the clip of your bra. It’s cool to the touch and your body gets startled at the contact. Plus, his face is really close and he smells really good.

“Cold?” he asks as he pinches the clasp open. Your bra sags over your shoulders.

“Yeah, just a little,” you reply, a bit of a nervous titter to your voice. You slip your arms out of the bra and now your chest is completely exposed. You lie back and stare at the ceiling, unable to meet his gaze.

“I’m gonna shave the spot where the tattoo goes,” he tells you as he brings the razor close to your chest, “Needa do it so the hair doesn’t get in the way.”

You nod and affirm his actions with a low hum. His left hand comes up to the underside of your breast, and he holds it away as his other hand begins to shave your skin below it. It’s cold and it’s prickly, and you wince with each swipe of the razor against your skin. Eren’s brows are furrowed in concentration and he looks quite endearing with his tongue poking out between his teeth. You want to laugh but don’t, for fear that your chest shaking with laughter would interrupt his work.

He catches you grinning though, eyes turning up to you as he asks, “Got a joke you wanna share with the class, doll?” His voice is full of mirth, only because he finds you really cute.

“It’s nothing…just thinking of something a friend told me,” you lie, and hope it sounds convincing.

It doesn’t, but Eren lets it slide.

He wipes away at your skin with a damp cloth after setting down the razor. Then, he picks up the sheet with the stencil and holds it in front of the location for your tattoo.

His eyes quickly flicker towards your face, as you eagerly await for him to continue. Nervousness has molded into a mixture of fear and anticipation, your nerves still on edge but set to a low frequency thanks to Eren’s calm and honest nature.

He wipes at your skin with the damp cloth once more before setting down the stencil against your skin. He peels away the background paper, leaving a purple etching of what’s to become your tattoo. He allows you a moment to stand up and look in the mirror, to see for the last time how your virgin canvas will look once it’s painted. And he smiles, as he always does whenever a customer approves, as your nervous expression becomes one of excitement.

“It looks great,” you say to his reflection.

“Let’s get started then, yeah?” He says, and you’re back into the black dentist-style chair in the room. Soon the small room is filled with the noise of the tattoo machine and the sounds of Eren’s preparations. In front of you he begins to open the sterile packages for the materials. He sets aside a cup of clean water and some ointment. When everything for the tattoo is ready, he sits back down on the stool and checks with you one final time.

“It’s a small tattoo, won’t take long. It’ll be over before you know it,” he says reassuringly, jade eyes surprisingly calm and gentle. He doesn’t want to worry you, though he knows it will be painful.

You nod silently as he rubs some ointment on your skin. You feel like you’re at the top of the first drop on a rollercoaster, a mixture of fear and excitement buzzing throughout your body.

He grips the tattoo gun in his hand and dips into the black ink, before his other hand comes to your breast once more to hold it away. One last look at you, a silent ‘Ready?’ spoken from his gaze, is quelled by your smile and a single nod from your head.

He begins the tattoo and he wasn’t kidding when he said that shit hurt.

“Deep breaths,” he tells you as he traces the lines of your tattoo. “You’ll get used to it, just relax.”

You do as he says, taking a deep breath and steeling your nerves, your body’s reaction to the pain in the form of your clenched fists at your sides. The tattoo is rather small and simple, and the tracework doesn’t take very long. You ask questions here and there about Eren’s experience tattooing, and about the process and some of the more intricate work he’s done, and he answers all your questions eagerly and honestly. Having conversation with him is quite nice, you find it, though sometimes it’s hard to meet his gaze because he’s just so damn good-looking. But thanks to his distracting conversation and his alluring smiles, by the end of it you’re becoming dull to the painful pinching and stabbing of the needle, and the only thing that hurts is your chest from your heart beating so quickly within it.

When he wipes away at the lines, he smiles up at your weary face, “You did great, champ. Just gotta do the shading. Take a break for a minute while I switch needles.”

He taps your bare thigh with his palm before he stands to switch out the supplies. You relax into the chair, your skin stinging with the pain but otherwise you feel okay. From what you’ve heard, the shading tends to be quite painful too, so you don’t feel like you’re quite out of the woods yet.

The tattoo is a simple black and white, so he doesn’t need to worry about changing and blending several colors, which makes it an easier experience for you. All he does is switch the needle to a mag needle and dips it in the black once more.

“This part will hurt but it’s quick, promise,” he says, watching as your body tenses up again against the chair. You nod and he begins the quick shading work, and holy fuck does shading over your ribs hurt. You’re wincing in pain but otherwise you sit through it, this time in silence as Eren concentrates on the shading.

It’s over quickly, as he promised. “Not so bad was it?” He asks. But the frown on your face proves otherwise.

“That hurt so bad,” you whined comically and he laughed.

“Sorry, angel. Pick an easier spot next time,” he says as he applies the dressings to your tattoo. When it's wrapped up, you look up at him directly. He’s removing his gloves and pushing away the tray with the supplies. When he turns around, his gaze is unreadable. Not that you can get a glimpse into his head, but he's having thoughts and those thoughts concern you.

“So… for next time… which spots do you recommend?” You ask him.

He takes a seat back down on the stool next to you. His eyes dance between your bare chest, your plump wet lips, and your cute innocent-looking doe eyes peering back at him. He’s giving you a look that’s turning more heated with every second. Eren’s whole being seems to perk up at the words ‘next time’.

“You should get a tattoo wherever you want to, but in terms of the pain…” he reaches out a hand to rub down your arms, “Your arms are the easiest – they’re the least sensitive,” then he brushes over your thighs. His palms are warm, his touch is slow and purposeful, “Your thighs too, that's a place that doesn’t hurt much.”

You swallow harshly. “So…So where are the most sensitive parts? What should I avoid?”

His hand is still on your thigh, and he feels you squirming as your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip before tugging it into your teeth. You couldn’t be more obvious about it, but he doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s all the more endearing that you’re being so obvious with your attraction to him.

“Well,” he scoots over towards your feet. You’re wearing flip flops because it’s a hot summer day, and his hands graze over your bare skin, “The feet are the worst. It hurts and it fades, definitely don't do those.”

You nod as he comes back closer to your chest, “Where else?”. You sit up in the chair, and swing your legs to the side so you’re facing him. He scoots closer, spreading his legs so yours are in between his.

“Well the tattoo you just did is one of the worst,” he says, and his hand skips over your raw tattoo, starting at the sternum between your breasts, before slowly tracing up to your throat. He’s deliberately dragging two fingers up against your skin, and relishes in the way you shiver in response. “This whole area’s terrible too. Right above all those bones. Hurts like hell.”

“I’ll remember not to tattoo there,” you reply, and you want to smile, but the way he’s staring at you is so intense your eyes drag down to his lips.

“There’s a couple more spots I can show you,” he says, and it sounds like an invitation.

“Where else, Eren?”

He cups a palm around the back of your neck and brings you closer. “Neck’s pretty painful, though it’s not the worst.” He continues to pull you closer, until you can feel his breath above your lips, “Here’s pretty bad though,” he whispers, capturing your lips for a kiss. He’s not surprised at all when you kiss him back. He pulls away with a smirk, “Lips are really bad.”

“Are they?” You ask, voice going soft as you recover from the daze he’s left you in.

“Yeah,” he leans in again, and tugs your bottom lip between his teeth, before dousing the flame across its surface with his tongue. “Really painful.”

“I’ll–ah–I’ll remember that,” you stutter, because Eren’s lips trace down the path from your lips to your sternum, all patches of skin that would hurt like a bitch to tattoo. His breath is so warm against your skin, which was cool because of the rather chilly room you were in. He left goosebumps behind on each patch of skin his lips touched.

“Here too,” he murmurs as his lips traverse the skin leading to your navel, “Tattoos here are awful.”

His hands rest on your knees, while yours card through his hair. There’s definitely a few more places he hasn’t shown you, but the most important one is the one he wishes to show you now.

“There’s one more, baby,” he says, his face right above your stomach, looking up at you with those fiery green eyes behind the lengths of his brown lashes. “One more place you definitely shouldn’t get tattooed. If you’ll let me show you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers hook on either side of your shorts.

“Show me.”

Your body briefly lifts up from the leather chair as he pulls down your shorts, down over your knees and right off once they are past your ankles. He grins devilishly when he spots your panties, darkened with your wetness.

“Someone’s an eager student, hm?” He teases, and by instinct you move to close your legs. But he pushes them apart, resting the back of your knees in the crevice of his elbows, leaning down to place kisses along your inner thighs. “Definitely don’t get one here,” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, whimpers leaving your throat as he gets closer and closer to your center. When he reaches the skin where your pussy meets your thighs, he licks a stripe up the surface. He pushes you slightly back gently, your thighs now being lifted by his strong arms, and your palms behind your back on the chair to support you. You lean back, your fresh tattoo still stinging a bit, but otherwise you're completely enraptured in this moment with Eren.

Eren hooks a finger under your panties, pushing the fabric aside and tucking it right where he had licked you. Your cunt glistens under the parlor’s lights, slick dripping down your heat, and Eren licks his lips in anticipation.

“You’re so wet, doll…want me to touch you?” he asks, and you nod at his inquiry of consent.

“Yes, please,” you reply, and he can see you’re clenching around nothing. He gives you the touch you so crave by pressing his tongue against your clit, a groan escaping his throat at the taste. He flicks his tongue over your bud several times, and it is then that you note he has a tongue piercing. The cool titanium adds pressure and cools your heat, a sensation you’ve never felt before.

“Eren–that’s–”

“Hm?” he hums against your cunt, sending vibrations through your skin. He realizes, when he presses his tongue against you again, that you’re reeling in reaction to his piercing on your skin. He only smirks, pressing it further between your lips and onto your clit. You’re trying your best to keep quiet (there are others just outside the room, afterall), but your voice is ever so gradually picking up with each time that you moan out Eren’s name.

He slips a finger inside of you as his tongue clamps down on your clit. One of your hands that was behind you on the chair comes up to his hair, and you grab some of his brown locks, pushing him further into you. He doesn’t mind, only picks up the pace of his sucking and licking, sounds becoming more loud and lewd with each passing second.

After the addition of a second finger, the pumping turning into squelching sounds, you feel your orgasm starting to take form in your core.

“Eren, I’m gonna–”

He curls his fingers inside you, brushing that lovely spongy spot inside that has you clenching tight around his digits. He doesn’t let up with his tongue either, and quickly you’re cumming on his fingers, with a loud sob that you hope and pray no one else in the shop heard.

“Good girl,” he says, suckling on his fingers as your chest heaves from your panting. “You taste so sweet,” he says, his voice low as he groans in satisfaction. He leans down and laps up whatever release has dripped down your skin, overstimulation threatening to hit your nerves, but he stops before you could even begin to wince.

You take a deep breath of air, “That was…”

“Good?” He asks with a grin, teetering somewhere between boyish and mischievous. He sets your legs back onto the chair and holds up your shorts for you along with your shirt and bra.

“Yeah… it was good,” you manage to say, embarrassment causing heat to rise to your face and steam to pour out your ears. Eren catches himself laughing again at you, because even after that you are being so damn cute.

You step into your shorts. As you put your top back on, you give Eren a questioning look. Turns out he’d said that last part out loud.

“You think I’m cute?” You ask.

He rises out of the stool to stand before you, and he shoots you a grin. “Yeah…not just think, I know so.”

Eren tacks on an invitation to that statement, asking you out on a date. After you accept, and after he tells you some final instructions for tattoo care and bids you on your way, he walks with you to the exit of the private room. Just before you go, with your hand on the doorknob, he says lowly, just for you to hear:

“Maybe next time I can teach you a little something about piercings.”

“Piercings? Not just the one on your tongue?”

With a wink he says, “I have quite a few more… in places that aren’t so visible.”

And your reaction to that? That was definitely the cutest thing Eren’s ever seen.

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shower sex ( ft. eren )

a/n : based on this ask.

“stay still,love” eren smiles softly as he conditioned your scalp. you turn around to look up at him, sending a bubble of soap flying at the sudden movement. “you’re the one who soaped my ass first! I keep slipping off!”

eren pulls you back to his lower chest where he is  standing behind you and cotinues to massage your scalp. his fingers apply pressure in the right areas and you lean your head back to look up at his eyes. “that’s nice” you mumble.

“does it?” he grins and helps you get up.

you stretch and get inside the bath tub motioning him to get in with you. eren smirks. “you’re really horny aren’t you?”

you roll your eyes. “i could feel your boner through your shorts when you were massaging my tits eren. let’s not talk about whose more horny shall we “

eren turns red. “not my fault!”

you lend out your hand and he hesitantly grabs it, interlacing his fingers with yours. he smiles at you( the genuine i-am-already-in-love-with-you-dont-make-me-love-you-more smile)  and kisses your forehead before trailing his lips to your neck.he began to nibble and suck on the soft spots on your neck and you cant help but leave a small moan.

he pushes you to the wall,all of a sudden, mumbling a small sorry before kissing the area above your chest as you gripped his hair.

“fuck, c’mere” he groans at your reaction and pulls you closer to him to kiss you, deeply, his tongue sliding into yours as he brought his hands to massage your tits again. the kiss turns into a passionate one and he slowly brings his hands to your inner thighs, teasingly stroking it as his thumb pressed against your clit. you moan against his mouth as he began playing with it, your oozing,warm wetness dripping his fingers.

eren smiles against your mouth and you were sure he was gonna tease you. you quickly push your tongue into his mouth and he laughs. he raises his eyebrows in a mocking way which probably meant “too needy are we?”

eren breaks contact with you and begins to trail kisses down your body, down to our legs where he lifted up your leg and put it over his shoulder as he began to rub your clit and looked at you. “j-just do it” you whimper making eren smirk.

he gently licks your clit for a few seconds before making the movement of his tounge faster and in circles making you squirm against his face. he sucks on your clit hungrily before shoving his tongue inside of you making you yelp out his name as you grabbed a handful of his hair.

his tongue works faster and deeper hitting all the right spots inside of you and he brings his long fingers to your clit, rubbing circles on it. everything felt too much, you could feel the familiar feeling in your stomach build up again.

“e-eren”

he groans “d-do it! cum for me baby”

you grip on to him and cry his name out loud as he rubbed circles on your clit as you cum on him, your body hot and panting.

“thats a good girl.” eren laughs and kisses your inner thigh you pull him up and begin to kiss him again, this time tasting yourself on him as you digged your nails on his back.

eren wraps your thighs around him, gripping your thighs tightly as you braced around his neck.

“i’m..im gonna fuck you alright.”

you whimper. “please.”

i feel like i forgot how to write smut T-T

reblogs are appreciated tho <3

Yo Erens attractive as all hell in the 4th season but my guy has no ass. Looking like a damn bean pole

this not who is the best lawyer, just a who do you want in court with you and just know you'll still probably go to jail despite your efforts, have fun☺️

Me to Armin when he pulled Eren’s hair in the final fight:

IM SCREAMING!! TIKTOK IS SO FUNNY

Not this hoe in heat…

If she don’t get tf off of my man-

Nobody:

Eren:

Ymir:

Zeke in the paths:

A random person who thought he was a full blooded Marleyen:

OMG???????

Why is deaf!mikasa so cute

I wonder what’s going through lil buddy’s head right now.

Dang to think all of this could’ve been avoided had Mikasa gave Eren some pussy smh

One thing about Eren is he gone keep wearing that same funky ass shirt

Gabi to Eren after he killed Zofia and Udo

Eren when porco came busting through the ground:

Floch’s recording btw

Armin in today’s episode:

Keith Shadis asking little eren about Carla and Grisha:

Sorry to all my erehisu shippers this is funny asf it was fun while it lasted tho 🤪

Accept it already guys lol

When I heard that they would’ve ran away I was like ✨relationship goals ✨ then I thought what about armin and went: 😳😐😶

Armin finding out that Mikasa and Eren would’ve ran away together and left him alone to fend for himself

The yeagerists trying to convince hanji to free eren:

I know we joke around that he’s dirty or what not but come on guys