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🧸|| 24 , she/her (18+)

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🧸 Brothers Best Friend

Eren x reader

This is part one! Let me know if you want part 2 :) Enjoy!!

Thank you @jaegerbomb2104 for the request and for your patience!

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You can count on one hand the amount of days in your life where all you could do was laugh to avoid screaming and kicking your feet like a child.

‘stuck living with your brother and his two best friends for the unforeseeable future’ might be the worse one to date.

You’re not even really sure what happened, one minute you and your best friend, Sasha, are watching ‘New Girl’ reruns, and the next you're both standing in the street in your pajamas as fire fighters explain to you why half the building needs to be evacuated.

“Faulty wiring” is what they called it. A project that would take 3-4 weeks to repair, and unfortunately, required total vacancy.

Now she's off staying with her boyfriend of 2 years, and you’re stuck here; on the phone with your mom, sitting in your kitchen while your brother and his friends carry your luggage out to the car.

“Mom there is no way I'm staying with them for a month, I'll go insane, or catch an STD from using their bathroom.”

”There are so many things wrong with that sentence, first of all. Second of all, it won’t be that bad! It will only be for a few weeks and then you’ll be back home with Sasha”.

You throw your head back right as Armin walks into the kitchen, dumb and fucking dumber following shortly behind him. They’re obnoxiously laughing about something, and it only fuels your frustration.

“Mooooom you don't get it, their house is a fucking biohazard!”

”Honey, I think you're being a little dramatic,” the exhaustion is clear in her voice, “It's not forever and they’re not that bad! they’ll be gone at work most of the day anyway, you’ll barely even see them.”

You throw your head back again with a groan, pulling your phone from your ear and putting it on speaker so they can say bye to her.

“Im hanging up to go get the rest of my things, love you.”

Armin, Eren and Jean all start screaming that they love and miss her, and you roll your eyes before ending the call after she says goodbye to the four of you.

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Eren and Jean. Your brother's childhood best friends, and by extension, the bane of your existence.

Not really. They’re actually not that bad, but you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that outloud.

They’ve kind of been like bonus brothers for you growing up. Walking you home late when it was dark, or letting you hangout in the living room later than you were supposed to.

Being Armin’s little sister, people are always surprised to see how close you actually are. You’ve never really had that “get out of my room i hate you” kind of relationship most siblings do. In fact, 99% of your friends are shared.

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Eren leans back to rest against the adjacent counter. Eyes locking onto yours, you feel your stomach dip, like it always does with him. His lips tilt up in a barely-there smirk, like he knows.

“We’re not that bad, y/n. Besides, you survived sharing a room with Armin for 13 years before your mom decided you’ve walked in on”, he throws up air quotes and raises his voice to mimic your mom, “ ‘a young man's self exploration’ one too many times ”.

Armin lets out a startled yelp, your face scrunching up in disgust, and next thing you know they're full on wrestling in your kitchen.

Jean (ever the mediator) takes the seat next to you at the island and turns his head to talk to you, yet keeps his eyes on the two currently sprawled across your kitchen floor.

“20 bucks on Eren.”

You laugh, despite yourself. Eren has always been stronger than the two, but you’d never hear your brother admit that to anyone. And as his sister, you’d never bet against him.

“You’re on, horse face. ”

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“Okay, but on a scale of one to actual hell, how bad is it?” Sasha asks, already halfway through your fries.

You don’t even hesitate. “Eight.”

“Eight?” she snorts. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I am not. I walked in and immediately felt like I needed to update my will.”

Sasha hums, unconvinced. “So… what, like dishes in the sink? Clothes on the floor?”

“All of the above. I swear something on the bathroom floor moved when I turned the light on.”

“That was probably just Eren,” she says, deadpan, reaching for another fry.

You kick her under the table. “I’m serious.”

”I know, I know. You’re being forced to live with three of the hottest guys I've ever seen, two of which have been obsessed with you since middle school. Thoughts and prayers”.

“Okay, first of all, one third of the “hottest guys you've ever seen” is my brother, so ew. Second of all, they have not been obsessed with me since middle school.”

“Right.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” She leans back in her chair, “Jean can't be that bad, he’s sweet, and he seems relatively responsible. Honestly Eren doesn’t seem that bad either. Who’s giving you the hard time?”

“Eren, obviously.”

“Obviously,” she repeats, her mouth ticking up at the side. “Why?”

“Because he’s-” you stop, frowning. “He’s just…Eren.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s really not.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “He’s loud, and he thinks he’s funny, and he’s always in my space, and-” you pause, sucking in a deep breath.

“And?” Sasha prompts.

“And nothing.”

Sasha smiles, slow and knowing. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the massive crush you've had on him since the dawn of time would it?”

You freeze, and then kick her under the table again.

Your eyes dart around the cafe like Eren, or worse, your brother will suddenly spawn out of nowhere.

“No! And would you keep your voice down!”

She throws her head back laughing. “Wow, that was quick.”

You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts, “I just said no.”

“Mhm.” She steals another fry off your plate. “You’re so fucked.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re living in the same house as him for a month.”

You stare at her and she raises her brows in return.

“…I’m fucked.”

Sasha laughs. “Absolutely fucked.”

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The house is quieter than it normally is when you push the door open, which means either the boys are busy, or everyone is in their rooms.

You pause for a second, keys still in your hand. “…hello?”

Nothing.

You toe your shoes off by the door and make your way down the hall heading for the kitchen. You round the corner, and pause.

Eren stands at the stove, back to you, one hand braced against the counter while the other lazily stirs something in a pan. Headphones in his ears, and his hair slightly damp at the nape of his neck like he’d just showered.

He's shirtless, and the way the sweatpants hang off his hips is downright sinful. He’s mouthing something under his breath, completely oblivious.

A slow grin spreads across your face.

This is too easy.

Carefully, you set your bag down on the counter, wincing slightly at the quiet thud before glancing up, he doesn’t move. Still completely in his own world.

You take a step forward. Then another.

Your socked feet barely make a sound against the floor as you start creeping closer, biting back a laugh when he starts nodding his head slightly to whatever he’s listening to.

You’re close enough now that you can smell whatever he’s making. Something warm, garlic-heavy, and for a split second your brain betrays you, thinking something annoyingly domestic like this isn’t so bad. You ignore that thought immediately.

Another step.

You lift your hands, ready to grab his sides-

A hand clamps down on your shoulder.

You yelp, the sound ripping out of you before you can stop it, spinning so fast you nearly lose your balance.

Jean doubles over laughing, one hand still on your shoulder like he’s proud of himself.

“Jesus, your face!” he chokes out, wheezing. “I thought you were about to pass out.”

“You’re such an asshole!” you snap, shoving him back.

The sudden onslaught of noise makes Eren flinch, yanking one headphone out as he turns, eyes flicking between the two of you.

“…what the hell is wrong with you?” he asks, brows pulling together.

Jean straightens, still grinning. “She was trying to scare you.”

Eren’s gaze shifts to you, lingering for a second longer than it needs to.

“…you were?” There's a hint of a smirk there now.

You cross your arms, glaring. “I was, before someone decided to ruin it.”

Jean snorts. “Yeah, well, you were about as stealthy as a-”

“Finish that sentence and I’m taking your twenty dollars back.”

“You still haven’t paid me that!” he shoots back.

Eren huffs a quiet laugh, turning back to the stove.

“Food’s almost done,” he says, a little over his shoulder. “If you’re planning on stealing any.”

You hesitate for half a second, then step forward, leaning slightly against the counter beside him to look at what’s in the pan.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” you say. “But now that you mention it…”

He glances at you, quick and sideways, the corner of his mouth ticking up.

“Figures.”

Suddenly the kitchen feels a little smaller than it did a minute ago.

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Eating with Eren is actually kind of nice. The usual undercurrent of tension still there, but easy to ignore when you’re both making jokes and talking the whole time.

You stand, heading to the sink and placing your plate down. As you turn to say thank you, you turn straight into Eren's chest, hands shooting out to steady yourself as you immediately take a step back, face suddenly on fire.

“Sorry,” He leans a little to the side, and reaches above your head to open the cupboard and grab a glass “I thought you knew I was behind you.”

His voice is low, and it makes the moment feel a little too fragile.

“Yeah, I-” you clear your throat, stepping back, and immediately wishing you hadn’t. “I didn’t.”

A few seconds pass, neither of you move.

Your hands hover awkwardly at your sides, unsure what to do with themselves, and when you glance up, he’s already looking at you.

Not in that usual teasing way. Not like earlier.

Your stomach dips again. And you pray he cant see the way your hands clench and unclench at your sides.

“…you okay?” he asks, softer now, like he’s trying not to startle you again.

“Yeah,” you answer a little too quickly. “I’m fine.”

Another pause.

His eyes flick down. Your hands, your face, your mouth, and back up again like it didn’t mean anything.

“Good,” he mutters, but he doesn’t move.

God help you, why isn’t he moving?

You let out a small breath, trying to laugh it off. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

That familiar smirk tugs at his mouth, taking the opening to shift back into something easier, lighter.

“Pretty sure that’s the remnants of Jean.”

“Still blaming him even when he’s not here?”

“Always.”

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head, but neither of you actually create distance. If anything, you’ve drifted a half step closer again without realizing it.

Your shoulder brushes his arm and this time, neither of you pull away.

The air feels heavier, more intense. Like everything else in the apartment just faded out.

He says your name.

Not teasing. Not sarcastic.

Just your name.

Before you can overthink it, before your brain can catch up and remind you why this is a bad idea, you lean in.

The front door swings open.

You can hear his too fast footsteps heading right towards the kitchen “Why is it so quiet in-”

You jump back into the counter like you’ve been burned.

Armin freezes in the doorway, eyes flicking between the two of you, taking in the space, or lack thereof.

“…hi?” he says slowly.

Eren’s eyes stay locked on the side of your face, and you can feel them slowly drag from your eyes to the base of your throat, where it bobs with a harsh swallow, and then back up.

Finally, he turns to look at your brother, lazy smile back on his face like he wasnt just eye fucking his little sister.

“How was the gym?” he asks, way too casual.

You turn back to the sink, grabbing your plate again to wash it, to do something with your hands.

“It was good..” Armin narrows his eyes just slightly, “…is everything okay..?”

“Yes,” you and Eren say at the same time.

Armin exhales through his nose, and heads to start making himself a plate of dinner.

“…right, anyways.”

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The moment in the kitchen unfortunately didn’t change the fact that Eren Yeager can be the most insufferable man on the planet. A week has passed since that day in the kitchen and you can't even count on both hands the amount of times he had you flustered and yet furious.

Like that time you had sasha over, and he purposely blasted his music in the shower (the one you conveniently share thanks to the conjoined bathroom between your bedrooms) to the point you couldn’t hear anything other than Drake and erens off key rapping.

It took you banging on the door for five minutes before he turned it down.

Or that time when you were sitting in the living room reading, cuddled up on the couch, and Eren decided that was the best time to play a video game you haven’t seen him touch since he was in high school on full volume.

However, none of those moments come close to where you are now, 9AM on a Saturday. You’re halfway through brushing your teeth when the door to his bedroom swings open.

You freeze, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth.

You expect him to do what any normal person would do and shut the fucking door, but Eren apparently isn’t a normal person, because he just closes the door behind him and steps up to the counter next to you, reaching for his toothbrush.

“…youve got to be kidding me,” you mumble around the toothbrush.

“I knocked.”

“You did not knock!”

“I did.”

“You absolutely did not.”

He grabs the toothpaste from the counter top, and squirts a line onto his toothbrush before wetting the top and beginning to brush his teeth.

Neither of you say anything, both continuing to brush your teeth. You roll your eyes and lean over the sink to spit, rinsing your mouth and placing your toothbrush back in the cup.

“Normal people wait for someone to finish in the bathroom before barging in.”

You open the drawer, grab your makeup bag and begin your normal make up routine.

“It’s not just your bathroom.” He says around his toothbrush.

You turn, glaring. “It is when I'm in it!”

He shrugs his shoulders, seemingly completely unbothered. “Then lock it.”

“Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had to barricade myself to brush my teeth.” You continue, “God its bad enough I have horse face stealing all of my food from the fridge, now I can't get ready in peace?”

He finishes brushing his teeth, spitting the foam into his sink. “You’re dramatic.”

“And you’re unbelievable.”

You watch as he places his toothbrush in the cup, right next to yours. You feel heat creep onto your face at the domesticity of the sight.

You expect him to leave back through his bedroom door, instead, he leans his hip against the counter and watches as you apply the foundation to your face.

His eyes flick over you. quick, but not quick ENOUGH. Something passes over his face, and your stomach flips.

You glance at him through the wall length mirror. “What are you looking at?”

He says nothing, continuing to stare at you.

“Eren.”

“What?”

You roll your eyes. “I SAID what are you looking at? You’re staring is starting to creep me out.”

He breathes out a laugh, "Don't lie.”

“Im not lying.”

”Then why haven't you told me to leave?”

Your stomach drops, face warming immediately.

“I have.”

“No, you haven't."

You heave an exasperated sigh, and turn to face him, dropping the brush back onto the counter with your arms crossed.

“Fine, then leave.”

He doesn’t. He steps closer.

”say it again.”

Your stomach feels like it’s competing for an olympic fucking medal, heart caught somewhere between your lungs and your ass.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Say it like you mean it.”

You take a step forward before you can stop yourself. You’re close enough to feel the next exhale from his lips.

He looks down at you, and you get caught in the way he drags the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip.

He smirks, voice barely above a whisper, “That’s what I thought.”

“Don’t-” it comes out weak, and you know he hears it in your voice.

“Don’t what?”

Your chest rises, breath coming out in a short pant.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

You hate him. You hate that he sounds calm. You hate that he’s not moving. You hate that you’re not moving even more.

“This,” you gesture vaguely between you, frustrated. “whatever this is.”

He takes another step toward you, close enough you have to tilt your head back slightly to stay looking up at him.

“Then stop me,” he says.

The challenge is clear in his voice, in the cocky tilt of his head as his gaze trails from your eyes, to your lips, then back to your eyes, and your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure he can hear it.

“Eren…”

You don’t even know what you were going to say, and it doesn’t matter.

Before you can say anything else, his hand comes up, hesitating for a split second before he’s fisting the hair at the base of your skull, and tilting your head back to where he wants it.

A small, surprised sound leaves you, and thats all it takes for him to slot his lips against yours. The kiss is rough, all consuming and it knocks the breath clean out of your lungs.

Your hands reach up to rest on his chest, whether to pull him closer or push him away, you aren’t sure.

There are times in your life where the nagging voice in the back of your head stops you from doing stupid things, things that will burn your life to the ground.

Here, in your bathroom kissing Eren fucking Jeager, it has nothing to say.

You get lost in it, in the feeling of his free arm coming up to wrap around the back of your waist. Your arms reach up to wrap around his neck, and you pull him further into you.

His hand in the back of your hair drags down to rest on the side of your throat, thumb brushing right under your jaw.

You sigh into his mouth, and he groans.

Before his hand can drag any lower, the sound of a door closing shocks the brain right back from your vagina to your head, and you freeze.

Then it hits you. What you’re doing. Who you’re kissing. You shove him back hard enough that he stumbles half a step.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” your voice comes out breathless, shaking.

His chest rises, eyes locked on yours. His pupils are blown, and you hate yourself for staring at his kiss swollen lips.

“You didn’t stop me,” he says.

You have nothing to say.

However it wouldn’t have mattered, because before either of you can say anything. a knick on Eren’s bedroom door rings echos through the room.

Eren clears his throat, and takes another step back. He opens his mouth to say something, but the knocking only gets harsher.

Your brother's voice cuts through the silence, “Eren come on! I’m not missing the walk out this time. Stop jacking off and let's go or I'm coming in!”

He watches you for a second longer, like he’s trying to read something on your face. Whatever he sees walks out of the bathroom back into his room.

You shut the bathroom door, and listen as he opens his bedroom door, voice already back to that neutral calm, “Cockblock.”

The laugh bursts out of you before you can slap your hand to cover it. You hear their voices fading as your brother laughs, and you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Fuck.”

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part 2 should be out tonightttt!!!

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does anyone want to proof read my fics for me :,) i have Brothers Bestfriend part 2 done and im working on finishing a new Levi fic buttt i think I hate them sooo if anyone wants to lmk if they suck pls ;))))

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🧸 edging nerd!armin

18+ mdni

“baby-” his voice catches, breaking into a breathy, helpless sound as your hips settle back down, “please… just-let me-”

his grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging in like he’s trying to ground himself, like it’s the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart

you’re being a little mean

every time his expression tightens, every time his breath stutters like he’s right on the edge-you stop. letting your walls slowly drag up, pausing when only his tip rests inside you

His head tips back, throat exposed, a loud, broken whimper slipping out while you latch onto his throat, teeth and tongue making a mess of his pretty, milky skin

“god-” he exhales, tossing his head side to side like he’s trying to convince himself to hold out, “you’re-you’re doing this on-nngh-on purpose…”

you hum softly, dropping your hips back down, quietly giggling when his breath stutters and his back arches off the bed

“I can’t-” his voice drops into a whine, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, “i-ah-im gonna cum baby-please”

he looks so pretty like this, fucked out and desperate. you decide you’ve tortured him enough, lifting your hips and dropping them back down in a steady slap, slap, slap that picks up in pace

his words cut off completely, replaced by a sharp inhale that breaks into a loud moan. his hands squeezing you tighter against his body as he lifts one to back of your head, dragging your lips to his in a messy kiss

you keep the same quick rhythm for all of 10 seconds before he lets out a wrecked moan, burying his face into your neck as he fills you

you keep going, teetering him on the edge of too much as his groans break into whimpers, hands squeezing and pushing like he isn’t sure if he wants you closer or farther away

you finally slow your movements to a complete stop, armin’s still hard cock resting inside of you, cum slowly leaking out around the sides of him

you lean down to kiss him, and he melts into it, breath still uneven, hands sliding up your back to keep you on him

a quiet, shaky sound slips out of him when you pull away, and he leans forward to press slow, dragging kisses across your shoulder

you shift just enough to look at him, catching the way his face flushes deeper, the way he won’t meet your eyes

he looks wrecked, lashes damp, lips parted, chest still rising too fast

you go to pull off of him, and his hands holding your waist tighten

“…don’t stop,” he breathes, the words slipping out before he can think better of it

“want more, baby?” you tease, lips ticking up in a mean smile

a look you’ve never seen before passes over his face, and before you have time to think about what it means he’s flipping you onto your back

your mouth parts in shock as his hand comes up to rest next to your head while the other one reached down to thumb at your clit

“m-min!” your breath hitching as he pulls his cock out, just enough to rest his tip inside of you, and then pushes back in, hips flush with yours, tip pressing into your cervix

it’s his turn for a faint smirk to slide across his face

“your turn”

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✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ todo & yuji x fem!reader

todo decides cursed techniques should be used for more than combat and yuji is more than happy to participate (18+)

a/n: a fic no one asked for!!! wc: 1.5k <3 mdni, aged up characters, improper use of cursed technique, body swapping via boogie woogie

warnings: threesome, rough sex, oral (m receiving), vaginal penetration, spanking, praise, overstimulation

“open” todo murmurs, tapping his tip to your lips, and you obey, letting him slide into your mouth just as yuji pushes into you from behind. a muffled noise escapes your throat, half protest, half approval, and todo grins down at you taking him in

yuji’s hands settle on your hips, calloused thumbs rubbing slow circles into your skin. “you good?” he asks, voice rough but warm. you nod—or try to—with todo’s grip firm in your hair

“good” todo purrs, watching you melt as yuji rocks into you with a slow, testing thrust. his fingers tighten in your hair, just shy of painful. “but let’s make it better”

you barely have time to process the words before you hear todo’s hands slap together, sharp. the world lurches sideways and suddenly it’s yuji fucking your mouth instead, as todo’s thick length fills you from behind. you gasp around yuji, your back arching as todo laughs, low and satisfied

“told you” todo says, eyes flicking up to look at yuji “technique’s flawless”

yuji presses deeper into your throat as you struggle to adjust, the sudden shift leaving your head spinning. his fingers, previously gripping your hips, now tangle gently in your hair, guiding you with a tenderness that contrasts todo’s rough enthusiasm

“okay, easy” yuji murmurs, his voice thick with restraint “don’t gotta take it all at once”

you can feel the way his thighs tense beneath your palms, the muscles flexing as he holds himself back, letting you set the pace

todo, meanwhile, wastes no time. his hands clamp around your waist, dragging you back onto him with a single, demanding pull that punches a moan from your lungs

“fuck, that’s it” he growls, hips snapping forward, leaving no room for hesitation

the angle is different now, deeper, and you shudder as the stretch burns pleasantly, your fingers scrabbling against yuji’s thighs

yuji exhales sharply through his nose, his own hips twitching forward reflexively at the sound of your muffled whine. his hold on your hair loosens just enough to let you pull back slightly, catching your breath around him before sinking down again, slower this time

“you’re doing so good” he praises, thumb brushing your cheekbone, and the sweetness of it clashes deliciously with the filthy, wet sounds of todo driving into you from behind

todo’s palm cracks against your ass without warning—a loud, stinging slap that jerks a muffled yelp from your throat around yuji. reality warps again, that same dizzying lurch of gravity gone sideways, and suddenly todo is back in your mouth, heavy against your tongue, while yuji replaces him at your back. you shudder as yuji’s hands slide around your waist, his fingers splaying possessively over the fresh sting todo left behind

“absolutely flawless” todo repeats, grinning proudly as he watches your lips stretching wider around him. he rocks forward just enough to make you choke, the salt-bitter taste of him replacing your senses again

yuji’s hands tighten on your waist, his fingers pressing into the heat of todo’s slap as he leans down, his breath warm against your ear

“you like that?” he murmurs, voice roughened by restraint “him switching us up like this?”

you can’t answer—not with todo weighing on your tongue, not with yuji’s thumbs digging into the sore curve of your ass—but your hips rock back instinctively, seeking more friction, and yuji groans

“yeah” he breathes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder “yeah, you do”

his hand slides lower, fingers teasing your throbbing clit, and your nails dig into todo’s thighs

todo chuckles, deep and approving, as he pulls back just enough to let you gasp for air

“good girl” he rumbles, thumb swiping at the spit clinging to your lower lip

yuji’s fingers curl tighter into your hips, his rhythm stuttering as he presses deeper, the heat of him pulsing against your walls

“i’m close” he grits out, the words strained

you whimper around todo in response, your own pleasure coiling tight in your belly. todo’s grip in your hair tightens, holding you steady as yuji’s thrusts grow erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants against your back

“let go” todo murmurs, his voice thick with amusement

yuji obeys with a groan, his hips slamming forward one last time as he spills inside you, warmth flooding your core. you clench around him, milking him through it, and yuji shudders, his forehead dropping between your shoulder blades with a shaky exhale

todo doesn’t give you time to recover—he drags you back by the hair, slipping from your lips with a wet pop just as yuji pulls out, leaving you empty and gasping

“my turn” todo purrs, flipping you onto your back with effortless strength

yuji collapses beside you, still catching his breath, but his fingers find yours, lacing together as todo looms over you, his gaze dark with intent

he doesn’t bother with finesse—just hooks your legs over his shoulders and drives into you in one smooth thrust, knocking the air from your lungs. your hips lift upward instinctively, nails scraping against yuji’s palm as todo sets a brutal pace, his hips pistoning into you with single-minded focus

yuji’s thumb brushes over your knuckles, his touch grounding even as todo wrecks you, the bed creaking beneath his relentless pounding

todo’s rhythm stutters—a single, sharp hitch of his hips—before he buries himself to the hilt with a groan that sounds more like a growl. his fingers dig into your thighs hard enough to bruise as he twitches inside you, the first hot pulse of his release hitting your walls with enough force to make your toes curl

“fuck” he grits out, voice ragged, and you feel it—the way his muscles lock up, the way his breath comes in short, harsh bursts against your neck as he works through it in thick, steady ropes

todo brushes a hand down your thigh, smug satisfaction written all over his face. “can’t believe i’ve never tried that before” he says, like he’s just discovered something life-changing

beside you, yuji lets out a tired laugh, still catching his breath, his fingers lazily tracing over yours where your hands are still tangled together. “you’re saying that like this is about to become a regular thing”

you let out a weak, exhausted sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan, too worn out to argue, and todo glances down at you looking far too pleased with himself

he only grins wider “oh, it absolutely is”

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you deserve people who listen to you ramble. you deserve people who love it when you’re excited, when you’re happy. you deserve people who check up on you and wish to see you well, people who not only accept you for who you are - but rejoice in it. 

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🧸 Brothers Best Friend

Eren x reader

This is part one! Let me know if you want part 2 :) Enjoy!!

Thank you @jaegerbomb2104 for the request and for your patience!

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You can count on one hand the amount of days in your life where all you could do was laugh to avoid screaming and kicking your feet like a child.

‘stuck living with your brother and his two best friends for the unforeseeable future’ might be the worse one to date.

You’re not even really sure what happened, one minute you and your best friend, Sasha, are watching ‘New Girl’ reruns, and the next you're both standing in the street in your pajamas as fire fighters explain to you why half the building needs to be evacuated.

“Faulty wiring” is what they called it. A project that would take 3-4 weeks to repair, and unfortunately, required total vacancy.

Now she's off staying with her boyfriend of 2 years, and you’re stuck here; on the phone with your mom, sitting in your kitchen while your brother and his friends carry your luggage out to the car.

“Mom there is no way I'm staying with them for a month, I'll go insane, or catch an STD from using their bathroom.”

”There are so many things wrong with that sentence, first of all. Second of all, it won’t be that bad! It will only be for a few weeks and then you’ll be back home with Sasha”.

You throw your head back right as Armin walks into the kitchen, dumb and fucking dumber following shortly behind him. They’re obnoxiously laughing about something, and it only fuels your frustration.

“Mooooom you don't get it, their house is a fucking biohazard!”

”Honey, I think you're being a little dramatic,” the exhaustion is clear in her voice, “It's not forever and they’re not that bad! they’ll be gone at work most of the day anyway, you’ll barely even see them.”

You throw your head back again with a groan, pulling your phone from your ear and putting it on speaker so they can say bye to her.

“Im hanging up to go get the rest of my things, love you.”

Armin, Eren and Jean all start screaming that they love and miss her, and you roll your eyes before ending the call after she says goodbye to the four of you.

-

Eren and Jean. Your brother's childhood best friends, and by extension, the bane of your existence.

Not really. They’re actually not that bad, but you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that outloud.

They’ve kind of been like bonus brothers for you growing up. Walking you home late when it was dark, or letting you hangout in the living room later than you were supposed to.

Being Armin’s little sister, people are always surprised to see how close you actually are. You’ve never really had that “get out of my room i hate you” kind of relationship most siblings do. In fact, 99% of your friends are shared.

-

Eren leans back to rest against the adjacent counter. Eyes locking onto yours, you feel your stomach dip, like it always does with him. His lips tilt up in a barely-there smirk, like he knows.

“We’re not that bad, y/n. Besides, you survived sharing a room with Armin for 13 years before your mom decided you’ve walked in on”, he throws up air quotes and raises his voice to mimic your mom, “ ‘a young man's self exploration’ one too many times ”.

Armin lets out a startled yelp, your face scrunching up in disgust, and next thing you know they're full on wrestling in your kitchen.

Jean (ever the mediator) takes the seat next to you at the island and turns his head to talk to you, yet keeps his eyes on the two currently sprawled across your kitchen floor.

“20 bucks on Eren.”

You laugh, despite yourself. Eren has always been stronger than the two, but you’d never hear your brother admit that to anyone. And as his sister, you’d never bet against him.

“You’re on, horse face. ”

_______________________________________

“Okay, but on a scale of one to actual hell, how bad is it?” Sasha asks, already halfway through your fries.

You don’t even hesitate. “Eight.”

“Eight?” she snorts. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I am not. I walked in and immediately felt like I needed to update my will.”

Sasha hums, unconvinced. “So… what, like dishes in the sink? Clothes on the floor?”

“All of the above. I swear something on the bathroom floor moved when I turned the light on.”

“That was probably just Eren,” she says, deadpan, reaching for another fry.

You kick her under the table. “I’m serious.”

”I know, I know. You’re being forced to live with three of the hottest guys I've ever seen, two of which have been obsessed with you since middle school. Thoughts and prayers”.

“Okay, first of all, one third of the “hottest guys you've ever seen” is my brother, so ew. Second of all, they have not been obsessed with me since middle school.”

“Right.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” She leans back in her chair, “Jean can't be that bad, he’s sweet, and he seems relatively responsible. Honestly Eren doesn’t seem that bad either. Who’s giving you the hard time?”

“Eren, obviously.”

“Obviously,” she repeats, her mouth ticking up at the side. “Why?”

“Because he’s-” you stop, frowning. “He’s just…Eren.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s really not.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “He’s loud, and he thinks he’s funny, and he’s always in my space, and-” you pause, sucking in a deep breath.

“And?” Sasha prompts.

“And nothing.”

Sasha smiles, slow and knowing. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the massive crush you've had on him since the dawn of time would it?”

You freeze, and then kick her under the table again.

Your eyes dart around the cafe like Eren, or worse, your brother will suddenly spawn out of nowhere.

“No! And would you keep your voice down!”

She throws her head back laughing. “Wow, that was quick.”

You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts, “I just said no.”

“Mhm.” She steals another fry off your plate. “You’re so fucked.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re living in the same house as him for a month.”

You stare at her and she raises her brows in return.

“…I’m fucked.”

Sasha laughs. “Absolutely fucked.”

__

The house is quieter than it normally is when you push the door open, which means either the boys are busy, or everyone is in their rooms.

You pause for a second, keys still in your hand. “…hello?”

Nothing.

You toe your shoes off by the door and make your way down the hall heading for the kitchen. You round the corner, and pause.

Eren stands at the stove, back to you, one hand braced against the counter while the other lazily stirs something in a pan. Headphones in his ears, and his hair slightly damp at the nape of his neck like he’d just showered.

He's shirtless, and the way the sweatpants hang off his hips is downright sinful. He’s mouthing something under his breath, completely oblivious.

A slow grin spreads across your face.

This is too easy.

Carefully, you set your bag down on the counter, wincing slightly at the quiet thud before glancing up, he doesn’t move. Still completely in his own world.

You take a step forward. Then another.

Your socked feet barely make a sound against the floor as you start creeping closer, biting back a laugh when he starts nodding his head slightly to whatever he’s listening to.

You’re close enough now that you can smell whatever he’s making. Something warm, garlic-heavy, and for a split second your brain betrays you, thinking something annoyingly domestic like this isn’t so bad. You ignore that thought immediately.

Another step.

You lift your hands, ready to grab his sides-

A hand clamps down on your shoulder.

You yelp, the sound ripping out of you before you can stop it, spinning so fast you nearly lose your balance.

Jean doubles over laughing, one hand still on your shoulder like he’s proud of himself.

“Jesus, your face!” he chokes out, wheezing. “I thought you were about to pass out.”

“You’re such an asshole!” you snap, shoving him back.

The sudden onslaught of noise makes Eren flinch, yanking one headphone out as he turns, eyes flicking between the two of you.

“…what the hell is wrong with you?” he asks, brows pulling together.

Jean straightens, still grinning. “She was trying to scare you.”

Eren’s gaze shifts to you, lingering for a second longer than it needs to.

“…you were?” There's a hint of a smirk there now.

You cross your arms, glaring. “I was, before someone decided to ruin it.”

Jean snorts. “Yeah, well, you were about as stealthy as a-”

“Finish that sentence and I’m taking your twenty dollars back.”

“You still haven’t paid me that!” he shoots back.

Eren huffs a quiet laugh, turning back to the stove.

“Food’s almost done,” he says, a little over his shoulder. “If you’re planning on stealing any.”

You hesitate for half a second, then step forward, leaning slightly against the counter beside him to look at what’s in the pan.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” you say. “But now that you mention it…”

He glances at you, quick and sideways, the corner of his mouth ticking up.

“Figures.”

Suddenly the kitchen feels a little smaller than it did a minute ago.

_____

Eating with Eren is actually kind of nice. The usual undercurrent of tension still there, but easy to ignore when you’re both making jokes and talking the whole time.

You stand, heading to the sink and placing your plate down. As you turn to say thank you, you turn straight into Eren's chest, hands shooting out to steady yourself as you immediately take a step back, face suddenly on fire.

“Sorry,” He leans a little to the side, and reaches above your head to open the cupboard and grab a glass “I thought you knew I was behind you.”

His voice is low, and it makes the moment feel a little too fragile.

“Yeah, I-” you clear your throat, stepping back, and immediately wishing you hadn’t. “I didn’t.”

A few seconds pass, neither of you move.

Your hands hover awkwardly at your sides, unsure what to do with themselves, and when you glance up, he’s already looking at you.

Not in that usual teasing way. Not like earlier.

Your stomach dips again. And you pray he cant see the way your hands clench and unclench at your sides.

“…you okay?” he asks, softer now, like he’s trying not to startle you again.

“Yeah,” you answer a little too quickly. “I’m fine.”

Another pause.

His eyes flick down. Your hands, your face, your mouth, and back up again like it didn’t mean anything.

“Good,” he mutters, but he doesn’t move.

God help you, why isn’t he moving?

You let out a small breath, trying to laugh it off. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

That familiar smirk tugs at his mouth, taking the opening to shift back into something easier, lighter.

“Pretty sure that’s the remnants of Jean.”

“Still blaming him even when he’s not here?”

“Always.”

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head, but neither of you actually create distance. If anything, you’ve drifted a half step closer again without realizing it.

Your shoulder brushes his arm and this time, neither of you pull away.

The air feels heavier, more intense. Like everything else in the apartment just faded out.

He says your name.

Not teasing. Not sarcastic.

Just your name.

Before you can overthink it, before your brain can catch up and remind you why this is a bad idea, you lean in.

The front door swings open.

You can hear his too fast footsteps heading right towards the kitchen “Why is it so quiet in-”

You jump back into the counter like you’ve been burned.

Armin freezes in the doorway, eyes flicking between the two of you, taking in the space, or lack thereof.

“…hi?” he says slowly.

Eren’s eyes stay locked on the side of your face, and you can feel them slowly drag from your eyes to the base of your throat, where it bobs with a harsh swallow, and then back up.

Finally, he turns to look at your brother, lazy smile back on his face like he wasnt just eye fucking his little sister.

“How was the gym?” he asks, way too casual.

You turn back to the sink, grabbing your plate again to wash it, to do something with your hands.

“It was good..” Armin narrows his eyes just slightly, “…is everything okay..?”

“Yes,” you and Eren say at the same time.

Armin exhales through his nose, and heads to start making himself a plate of dinner.

“…right, anyways.”

________________________

The moment in the kitchen unfortunately didn’t change the fact that Eren Yeager can be the most insufferable man on the planet. A week has passed since that day in the kitchen and you can't even count on both hands the amount of times he had you flustered and yet furious.

Like that time you had sasha over, and he purposely blasted his music in the shower (the one you conveniently share thanks to the conjoined bathroom between your bedrooms) to the point you couldn’t hear anything other than Drake and erens off key rapping.

It took you banging on the door for five minutes before he turned it down.

Or that time when you were sitting in the living room reading, cuddled up on the couch, and Eren decided that was the best time to play a video game you haven’t seen him touch since he was in high school on full volume.

However, none of those moments come close to where you are now, 9AM on a Saturday. You’re halfway through brushing your teeth when the door to his bedroom swings open.

You freeze, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth.

You expect him to do what any normal person would do and shut the fucking door, but Eren apparently isn’t a normal person, because he just closes the door behind him and steps up to the counter next to you, reaching for his toothbrush.

“…youve got to be kidding me,” you mumble around the toothbrush.

“I knocked.”

“You did not knock!”

“I did.”

“You absolutely did not.”

He grabs the toothpaste from the counter top, and squirts a line onto his toothbrush before wetting the top and beginning to brush his teeth.

Neither of you say anything, both continuing to brush your teeth. You roll your eyes and lean over the sink to spit, rinsing your mouth and placing your toothbrush back in the cup.

“Normal people wait for someone to finish in the bathroom before barging in.”

You open the drawer, grab your makeup bag and begin your normal make up routine.

“It’s not just your bathroom.” He says around his toothbrush.

You turn, glaring. “It is when I'm in it!”

He shrugs his shoulders, seemingly completely unbothered. “Then lock it.”

“Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had to barricade myself to brush my teeth.” You continue, “God its bad enough I have horse face stealing all of my food from the fridge, now I can't get ready in peace?”

He finishes brushing his teeth, spitting the foam into his sink. “You’re dramatic.”

“And you’re unbelievable.”

You watch as he places his toothbrush in the cup, right next to yours. You feel heat creep onto your face at the domesticity of the sight.

You expect him to leave back through his bedroom door, instead, he leans his hip against the counter and watches as you apply the foundation to your face.

His eyes flick over you. quick, but not quick ENOUGH. Something passes over his face, and your stomach flips.

You glance at him through the wall length mirror. “What are you looking at?”

He says nothing, continuing to stare at you.

“Eren.”

“What?”

You roll your eyes. “I SAID what are you looking at? You’re staring is starting to creep me out.”

He breathes out a laugh, "Don't lie.”

“Im not lying.”

”Then why haven't you told me to leave?”

Your stomach drops, face warming immediately.

“I have.”

“No, you haven't."

You heave an exasperated sigh, and turn to face him, dropping the brush back onto the counter with your arms crossed.

“Fine, then leave.”

He doesn’t. He steps closer.

”say it again.”

Your stomach feels like it’s competing for an olympic fucking medal, heart caught somewhere between your lungs and your ass.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Say it like you mean it.”

You take a step forward before you can stop yourself. You’re close enough to feel the next exhale from his lips.

He looks down at you, and you get caught in the way he drags the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip.

He smirks, voice barely above a whisper, “That’s what I thought.”

“Don’t-” it comes out weak, and you know he hears it in your voice.

“Don’t what?”

Your chest rises, breath coming out in a short pant.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

You hate him. You hate that he sounds calm. You hate that he’s not moving. You hate that you’re not moving even more.

“This,” you gesture vaguely between you, frustrated. “whatever this is.”

He takes another step toward you, close enough you have to tilt your head back slightly to stay looking up at him.

“Then stop me,” he says.

The challenge is clear in his voice, in the cocky tilt of his head as his gaze trails from your eyes, to your lips, then back to your eyes, and your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure he can hear it.

“Eren…”

You don’t even know what you were going to say, and it doesn’t matter.

Before you can say anything else, his hand comes up, hesitating for a split second before he’s fisting the hair at the base of your skull, and tilting your head to back where he wants it.

A small, surprised sound leaves you, and thats all it takes for him to slot his lips against yours. The kiss is rough, all consuming and it knocks the breath clean out of your lungs.

Your hands reach up to rest on his chest, whether to pull him closer or push him away, you aren’t sure.

There are times in your life where the nagging voice in the back of your head stops you from doing stupid things, things that will burn your life to the ground.

Here, in your bathroom kissing Eren fucking Jeager, it has nothing to say.

You get lost in it, in the feeling of his free arm coming up to wrap around the back of your waist. Your arms reach up to wrap around his neck, and you pull him further into you.

His hand in the back of your hair drags down to rest on the side of your throat, thumb brushing right under your jaw.

You sigh into his mouth, and he groans.

Before his hand can drag any lower, the sound of a door closing shocks the brain right back from your vagina to your head, and you freeze.

Then it hits you. What you’re doing. Who you’re kissing. You shove him back hard enough that he stumbles half a step.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” your voice comes out breathless, shaking.

His chest rises, eyes locked on yours. His pupils are blown, and you hate yourself for staring at his kiss swollen lips.

“You didn’t stop me,” he says.

You have nothing to say.

However it wouldn’t have mattered, because before either of you can say anything. a knick on Eren’s bedroom door rings echos through the room.

Eren clears his throat, and takes another step back. He opens his mouth to say something, but the knocking only gets harsher.

Your brother's voice cuts through the silence, “Eren come on! I’m not missing the walk out this time. Stop jacking off and let's go or I'm coming in!”

He watches you for a second longer, like he’s trying to read something on your face. Whatever he sees walks out of the bathroom back into his room.

You shut the bathroom door, and listen as he opens his bedroom door, voice already back to that neutral calm, “Cockblock.”

The laugh bursts out of you before you can slap your hand to cover it. You hear their voices fading as your brother laughs, and you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Fuck.”

[advancegoddamnit]

🧸Yoga with Pent Up Eren

Eren lets out a groan that borders on obscene the second your feet hit the last stair, and you laugh as he throws his head back with his eyes shut. “You’ve got to be doing this on purpose.”

You’re both going to a hot yoga class, something Annie and Armin are forcing all of you to go to as a “bonding experience”. You’re using it as a way to make Eren suffer for the ‘No Nut November’ stunt he and the boys agreed to.

“You’re being dramatic, Im not doing anything on purpose!”

You absolutely are. The workout set is far from conservative, shorts riding up every time you step, and sports bra small enough that you're genuinely a little concerned for downward dog.

He comes over and rests both hands on your hips, leaning down to catch your lips in a heated kiss.

You pull back once you feel his tongue slide across your bottom lip, but not before pulling his between your teeth and gently tugging.

You’re being mean, and you know it.

He lets out a whine that borders on pathetic, lips chasing yours as you turn to bend and put your shoes on.

You don't acknowledge him again, even as he huffs every few seconds like a small child not getting their way.

Not when you stand, not when you grab your water bottle, not even when he lets out a quiet, frustrated sound behind you.

“C’mon,” you say over your shoulder, already heading toward the door. “We’re gonna be late.”

You can feel his eyes on you the entire walk to the car. It’s definitely worth the price you'll have to pay to sway your hips a little as you walk.

By the time you get there, the room is already warm, and you drop your bag and unroll your mat next to Annie’s, saying hi to all of your friends as the instructor starts walking you all through a warm up.

Eren lingers next to you for a second, turning his head to see all of the men and women behind you on their own mats. He sighs, dropping his mat a little too close to yours.

You giggle a little to yourself at the small display of possessiveness.

“…you’re unbelievable,” he mutters.

You glance over your shoulder, all innocence. “What?”

He just deadpans back, and you smile sweetly in return.

“Hurry up and sit,” you whisper, “I can’t focus with you hovering.”

His eyes widen and his mouth opens in protest.

“YOU“ He lowers his voice, “you can't focus?! I’ve been half hard since we left the house and you cant focus?” He whisper yells as he finally plops down and begins following the stretches.

Jean, on his other side, quietly snorts to himself as he tries his hardest not to make eye contact with you.

It takes everything in you not to laugh out loud, and you have to turn your face into your arm to stop the noise from escaping.

“Shut up and pay attention, we’re supposed to be aligning our chakras.”

“Oh good, let’s start with the stomach.”

This time you do laugh, and you silently thank God for the level of noise the music makes to cover it.

The instructor guides all of you into, you guessed it, downward dog, and you send up a silent prayer that this is going as well as it is.

You lift your hips up, and turn to look at Eren, who’s still staring right at you, ass still on his mat.

He’s leaned back on his hands, the perfect angle to stare right at your ass without making it too obvious. And you laugh to yourself as his brain finally reboots itself and he starts placing his hands in front of him. “I’m gonna blow up.”

The class continues on, and you actually start getting into it.

The instructor starts wrapping up the class, telling everyone about the upcoming classes while you all start rolling up your mats and returning your foam blocks to the front.

You, Mikasa and Annie are still laughing to yourselves when you feel Eren press up behind you, hands settling on your stomach right below your belly button. Bending his head to whisper in your ear as Annie and Sasha turn to say hi to Jean and Armin as they start walking toward you all.

“If we don’t leave right now I'm going to scandalize every person in this room.”

You giggle and turn in his arms, hands coming up to rest on the back of his neck.

”What’s the matter baby? Did you not enjoy the class?”

He bends his head to kiss you, mouth sliding from your lips to your ear.

“Keep going baby, let’s see how much you enjoy being teased later.”

Your face warms, and you swat his arm, stepping back to say bye to your group.

Armin cuts in before you can say anything. “Annie and I are going to grab lunch, you guys should come!”

Before anyone else can cut in you hear Eren let out a loud, humorless laugh. “Absolutely not, I’ve been suffering for the last two hours- scratch that, I’ve been suffering for the last two weeks.”

Your face gets even warmer, but Jean and Armin are loving every second of watching their friend fray at the edges.

“We will not be making it to lunch,” He cuts himself off to reach into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. “Fuck this stupid challenge”, He shoves a hundred into each of their hands, “we will see you all later, don’t call or text either of us for at least 24 hours.”

Both Jean and Armin start hysterically laughing, and you feel your face blazing hot as Eren proceeds to grab your hand and start walking out of the yoga studio.

You turn, waving bye to your friends as they all wink and shout their goodbyes and good lucks.

You reach the car, sliding in as Eren opens the door, holding it for you before crowding you back against the seat.

His mouth is on yours instantly, and he gives you zero time to react before his tongue is down your throat, licking across the back of your teeth. It's filthy and you have half a brain left to be concerned about the people around you still getting into their cars.

He pulls away, a string of spit connecting you both before it snaps. He brushes the hair back out of your face and reaches over to buckle you in.

He rounds the car, starts it, and turns his upper body, hand resting on the back of your headrest, backing out of the parking lot.

“I can not believe you just said that to our friends, you're never going to live losing the challenge down.”

He doesn’t even look embarrassed about it, turning to look at you as he pulls up to a light.

“I dont care, I was four seconds away from chewing on my mat like a dog.”

You throw your head back laughing, and he continues on.

“This challenge was the worst idea we’ve ever had, and you enjoyed fucking with me too much.” His eyes darken, voice dropping into that tone that sends chills through your spine, “Let’s see how funny you think it is when you're bent over.”

[advancegoddamnit]

🧸 edging nerd!armin

18+ mdni

“baby-” his voice catches, breaking into a breathy, helpless sound as your hips settle back down, “please… just-let me-”

his grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging in like he’s trying to ground himself, like it’s the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart

you’re being a little mean

every time his expression tightens, every time his breath stutters like he’s right on the edge-you stop. letting your walls slowly drag up, pausing when only his tip rests inside you

His head tips back, throat exposed, a loud, broken whimper slipping out while you latch onto his throat, teeth and tongue making a mess of his pretty, milky skin

“god-” he exhales, tossing his head side to side like he’s trying to convince himself to hold out, “you’re-you’re doing this on-nngh-on purpose…”

you hum softly, dropping your hips back down, quietly giggling when his breath stutters and his back arches off the bed

“I can’t-” his voice drops into a whine, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, “i-ah-im gonna cum baby-please”

he looks so pretty like this, fucked out and desperate. you decide you’ve tortured him enough, lifting your hips and dropping them back down in a steady slap, slap, slap that picks up in pace

his words cut off completely, replaced by a sharp inhale that breaks into a loud moan. his hands squeezing you tighter against his body as he lifts one to back of your head, dragging your lips to his in a messy kiss

you keep the same quick rhythm for all of 10 seconds before he lets out a wrecked moan, burying his face into your neck as he fills you

you keep going, teetering him on the edge of too much as his groans break into whimpers, hands squeezing and pushing like he isn’t sure if he wants you closer or farther away

you finally slow your movements to a complete stop, armin’s still hard cock resting inside of you, cum slowly leaking out around the sides of him

you lean down to kiss him, and he melts into it, breath still uneven, hands sliding up your back to keep you on him

a quiet, shaky sound slips out of him when you pull away, and he leans forward to press slow, dragging kisses across your shoulder

you shift just enough to look at him, catching the way his face flushes deeper, the way he won’t meet your eyes

he looks wrecked, lashes damp, lips parted, chest still rising too fast

you go to pull off of him, and his hands holding your waist tighten

“…don’t stop,” he breathes, the words slipping out before he can think better of it

“want more, baby?” you tease, lips ticking up in a mean smile

a look you’ve never seen before passes over his face, and before you have time to think about what it means he’s flipping you onto your back

your mouth parts in shock as his hand comes up to rest next to your head while the other one reached down to thumb at your clit

“m-min!” your breath hitching as he pulls his cock out, just enough to rest his tip inside of you, and then pushes back in, hips flush with yours, tip pressing into your cervix

it’s his turn for a faint smirk to slide across his face

“your turn”

[advancegoddamnit]

Marie’s Library

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ATTACK ON TITAN

Eren Jaeger

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Brothers Best Friend - the one where you’re forced to live with your brother and his two best friends.

DRABBLES

best friend!eren confesses his feelings for you

yoga with pent up eren

Armin Arlert

FULL FICS

more coming soon!

DRABBLES

edging nerd!armin

Levi Ackerman

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1+1=11 - the one where Levi thinks your baby isn’t his.

part 2

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[advancegoddamnit]

Marie’s Library

taking requests!

- COD, AOT, JJK, ACOTAR, FOURTH WING

ATTACK ON TITAN

Eren Jaeger

FULL FICS

Brothers Best Friend - the one where you’re forced to live with your brother and his two best friends.

Part 2 - coming soon!

DRABBLES

best friend!eren confesses his feelings for you

yoga with pent up eren

Armin Arlert

FULL FICS

more coming soon!

DRABBLES

edging nerd!armin

Part 2 - coming soon!

Levi Ackerman

FULL FICS

1+1=11 - the one where Levi thinks your baby isn’t his.

part 2

Making Messes = coming soon!

DRABBLES

more coming soon!

[advancegoddamnit]

🧸 edging nerd!armin

18+ mdni

“baby-” his voice catches, breaking into a breathy, helpless sound as your hips settle back down, “please… just-let me-”

his grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging in like he’s trying to ground himself, like it’s the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart

you’re being a little mean

every time his expression tightens, every time his breath stutters like he’s right on the edge-you stop. letting your walls slowly drag up, pausing when only his tip rests inside you

His head tips back, throat exposed, a loud, broken whimper slipping out while you latch onto his throat, teeth and tongue making a mess of his pretty, milky skin

“god-” he exhales, tossing his head side to side like he’s trying to convince himself to hold out, “you’re-you’re doing this on-nngh-on purpose…”

you hum softly, dropping your hips back down, quietly giggling when his breath stutters and his back arches off the bed

“I can’t-” his voice drops into a whine, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, “i-ah-im gonna cum baby-please”

he looks so pretty like this, fucked out and desperate. you decide you’ve tortured him enough, lifting your hips and dropping them back down in a steady slap, slap, slap that picks up in pace

his words cut off completely, replaced by a sharp inhale that breaks into a loud moan. his hands squeezing you tighter against his body as he lifts one to back of your head, dragging your lips to his in a messy kiss

you keep the same quick rhythm for all of 10 seconds before he lets out a wrecked moan, burying his face into your neck as he fills you

you keep going, teetering him on the edge of too much as his groans break into whimpers, hands squeezing and pushing like he isn’t sure if he wants you closer or farther away

you finally slow your movements to a complete stop, armin’s still hard cock resting inside of you, cum slowly leaking out around the sides of him

you lean down to kiss him, and he melts into it, breath still uneven, hands sliding up your back to keep you on him

a quiet, shaky sound slips out of him when you pull away, and he leans forward to press slow, dragging kisses across your shoulder

you shift just enough to look at him, catching the way his face flushes deeper, the way he won’t meet your eyes

he looks wrecked, lashes damp, lips parted, chest still rising too fast

you go to pull off of him, and his hands holding your waist tighten

“…don’t stop,” he breathes, the words slipping out before he can think better of it

“want more, baby?” you tease, lips ticking up in a mean smile

a look you’ve never seen before passes over his face, and before you have time to think about what it means he’s flipping you onto your back

your mouth parts in shock as his hand comes up to rest next to your head while the other one reached down to thumb at your clit

“m-min!” your breath hitching as he pulls his cock out, just enough to rest his tip inside of you, and then pushes back in, hips flush with yours, tip pressing into your cervix

it’s his turn for a faint smirk to slide across his face

“your turn”

[advancegoddamnit]

🧸Yoga with Pent Up Eren

Eren lets out a groan that borders on obscene the second your feet hit the last stair, and you laugh as he throws his head back with his eyes shut. “You’ve got to be doing this on purpose.”

You’re both going to a hot yoga class, something Annie and Armin are forcing all of you to go to as a “bonding experience”. You’re using it as a way to make Eren suffer for the ‘No Nut November’ stunt he and the boys agreed to.

“You’re being dramatic, Im not doing anything on purpose!”

You absolutely are. The workout set is far from conservative, shorts riding up every time you step, and sports bra small enough that you're genuinely a little concerned for downward dog.

He comes over and rests both hands on your hips, leaning down to catch your lips in a heated kiss.

You pull back once you feel his tongue slide across your bottom lip, but not before pulling his between your teeth and gently tugging.

You’re being mean, and you know it.

He lets out a whine that borders on pathetic, lips chasing yours as you turn to bend and put your shoes on.

You don't acknowledge him again, even as he huffs every few seconds like a small child not getting their way.

Not when you stand, not when you grab your water bottle, not even when he lets out a quiet, frustrated sound behind you.

“C’mon,” you say over your shoulder, already heading toward the door. “We’re gonna be late.”

You can feel his eyes on you the entire walk to the car. It’s definitely worth the price you'll have to pay to sway your hips a little as you walk.

By the time you get there, the room is already warm, and you drop your bag and unroll your mat next to Annie’s, saying hi to all of your friends as the instructor starts walking you all through a warm up.

Eren lingers next to you for a second, turning his head to see all of the men and women behind you on their own mats. He sighs, dropping his mat a little too close to yours.

You giggle a little to yourself at the small display of possessiveness.

“…you’re unbelievable,” he mutters.

You glance over your shoulder, all innocence. “What?”

He just deadpans back, and you smile sweetly in return.

“Hurry up and sit,” you whisper, “I can’t focus with you hovering.”

His eyes widen and his mouth opens in protest.

“YOU“ He lowers his voice, “you can't focus?! I’ve been half hard since we left the house and you cant focus?” He whisper yells as he finally plops down and begins following the stretches.

Jean, on his other side, quietly snorts to himself as he tries his hardest not to make eye contact with you.

It takes everything in you not to laugh out loud, and you have to turn your face into your arm to stop the noise from escaping.

“Shut up and pay attention, we’re supposed to be aligning our chakras.”

“Oh good, let’s start with the stomach.”

This time you do laugh, and you silently thank God for the level of noise the music makes to cover it.

The instructor guides all of you into, you guessed it, downward dog, and you send up a silent prayer that this is going as well as it is.

You lift your hips up, and turn to look at Eren, who’s still staring right at you, ass still on his mat.

He’s leaned back on his hands, the perfect angle to stare right at your ass without making it too obvious. And you laugh to yourself as his brain finally reboots itself and he starts placing his hands in front of him. “I’m gonna blow up.”

The class continues on, and you actually start getting into it.

The instructor starts wrapping up the class, telling everyone about the upcoming classes while you all start rolling up your mats and returning your foam blocks to the front.

You, Mikasa and Annie are still laughing to yourselves when you feel Eren press up behind you, hands settling on your stomach right below your belly button. Bending his head to whisper in your ear as Annie and Sasha turn to say hi to Jean and Armin as they start walking toward you all.

“If we don’t leave right now I'm going to scandalize every person in this room.”

You giggle and turn in his arms, hands coming up to rest on the back of his neck.

”What’s the matter baby? Did you not enjoy the class?”

He bends his head to kiss you, mouth sliding from your lips to your ear.

“Keep going baby, let’s see how much you enjoy being teased later.”

Your face warms, and you swat his arm, stepping back to say bye to your group.

Armin cuts in before you can say anything. “Annie and I are going to grab lunch, you guys should come!”

Before anyone else can cut in you hear Eren let out a loud, humorless laugh. “Absolutely not, I’ve been suffering for the last two hours- scratch that, I’ve been suffering for the last two weeks.”

Your face gets even warmer, but Jean and Armin are loving every second of watching their friend fray at the edges.

“We will not be making it to lunch,” He cuts himself off to reach into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. “Fuck this stupid challenge”, He shoves a hundred into each of their hands, “we will see you all later, don’t call or text either of us for at least 24 hours.”

Both Jean and Armin start hysterically laughing, and you feel your face blazing hot as Eren proceeds to grab your hand and start walking out of the yoga studio.

You turn, waving bye to your friends as they all wink and shout their goodbyes and good lucks.

You reach the car, sliding in as Eren opens the door, holding it for you before crowding you back against the seat.

His mouth is on yours instantly, and he gives you zero time to react before his tongue is down your throat, licking across the back of your teeth. It's filthy and you have half a brain left to be concerned about the people around you still getting into their cars.

He pulls away, a string of spit connecting you both before it snaps. He brushes the hair back out of your face and reaches over to buckle you in.

He rounds the car, starts it, and turns his upper body, hand resting on the back of your headrest, backing out of the parking lot.

“I can not believe you just said that to our friends, you're never going to live losing the challenge down.”

He doesn’t even look embarrassed about it, turning to look at you as he pulls up to a light.

“I dont care, I was four seconds away from chewing on my mat like a dog.”

You throw your head back laughing, and he continues on.

“This challenge was the worst idea we’ve ever had, and you enjoyed fucking with me too much.” His eyes darken, voice dropping into that tone that sends chills through your spine, “Let’s see how funny you think it is when you're bent over.”

[advancegoddamnit]

🧸 Brothers Best Friend

Eren x reader

This is part one! Let me know if you want part 2 :) Enjoy!!

Thank you @jaegerbomb2104 for the request and for your patience!

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You can count on one hand the amount of days in your life where all you could do was laugh to avoid screaming and kicking your feet like a child.

‘stuck living with your brother and his two best friends for the unforeseeable future’ might be the worse one to date.

You’re not even really sure what happened, one minute you and your best friend, Sasha, are watching ‘New Girl’ reruns, and the next you're both standing in the street in your pajamas as fire fighters explain to you why half the building needs to be evacuated.

“Faulty wiring” is what they called it. A project that would take 3-4 weeks to repair, and unfortunately, required total vacancy.

Now she's off staying with her boyfriend of 2 years, and you’re stuck here; on the phone with your mom, sitting in your kitchen while your brother and his friends carry your luggage out to the car.

“Mom there is no way I'm staying with them for a month, I'll go insane, or catch an STD from using their bathroom.”

”There are so many things wrong with that sentence, first of all. Second of all, it won’t be that bad! It will only be for a few weeks and then you’ll be back home with Sasha”.

You throw your head back right as Armin walks into the kitchen, dumb and fucking dumber following shortly behind him. They’re obnoxiously laughing about something, and it only fuels your frustration.

“Mooooom you don't get it, their house is a fucking biohazard!”

”Honey, I think you're being a little dramatic,” the exhaustion is clear in her voice, “It's not forever and they’re not that bad! they’ll be gone at work most of the day anyway, you’ll barely even see them.”

You throw your head back again with a groan, pulling your phone from your ear and putting it on speaker so they can say bye to her.

“Im hanging up to go get the rest of my things, love you.”

Armin, Eren and Jean all start screaming that they love and miss her, and you roll your eyes before ending the call after she says goodbye to the four of you.

-

Eren and Jean. Your brother's childhood best friends, and by extension, the bane of your existence.

Not really. They’re actually not that bad, but you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that outloud.

They’ve kind of been like bonus brothers for you growing up. Walking you home late when it was dark, or letting you hangout in the living room later than you were supposed to.

Being Armin’s little sister, people are always surprised to see how close you actually are. You’ve never really had that “get out of my room i hate you” kind of relationship most siblings do. In fact, 99% of your friends are shared.

-

Eren leans back to rest against the adjacent counter. Eyes locking onto yours, you feel your stomach dip, like it always does with him. His lips tilt up in a barely-there smirk, like he knows.

“We’re not that bad, y/n. Besides, you survived sharing a room with Armin for 13 years before your mom decided you’ve walked in on”, he throws up air quotes and raises his voice to mimic your mom, “ ‘a young man's self exploration’ one too many times ”.

Armin lets out a startled yelp, your face scrunching up in disgust, and next thing you know they're full on wrestling in your kitchen.

Jean (ever the mediator) takes the seat next to you at the island and turns his head to talk to you, yet keeps his eyes on the two currently sprawled across your kitchen floor.

“20 bucks on Eren.”

You laugh, despite yourself. Eren has always been stronger than the two, but you’d never hear your brother admit that to anyone. And as his sister, you’d never bet against him.

“You’re on, horse face. ”

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“Okay, but on a scale of one to actual hell, how bad is it?” Sasha asks, already halfway through your fries.

You don’t even hesitate. “Eight.”

“Eight?” she snorts. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I am not. I walked in and immediately felt like I needed to update my will.”

Sasha hums, unconvinced. “So… what, like dishes in the sink? Clothes on the floor?”

“All of the above. I swear something on the bathroom floor moved when I turned the light on.”

“That was probably just Eren,” she says, deadpan, reaching for another fry.

You kick her under the table. “I’m serious.”

”I know, I know. You’re being forced to live with three of the hottest guys I've ever seen, two of which have been obsessed with you since middle school. Thoughts and prayers”.

“Okay, first of all, one third of the “hottest guys you've ever seen” is my brother, so ew. Second of all, they have not been obsessed with me since middle school.”

“Right.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” She leans back in her chair, “Jean can't be that bad, he’s sweet, and he seems relatively responsible. Honestly Eren doesn’t seem that bad either. Who’s giving you the hard time?”

“Eren, obviously.”

“Obviously,” she repeats, her mouth ticking up at the side. “Why?”

“Because he’s-” you stop, frowning. “He’s just…Eren.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s really not.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “He’s loud, and he thinks he’s funny, and he’s always in my space, and-” you pause, sucking in a deep breath.

“And?” Sasha prompts.

“And nothing.”

Sasha smiles, slow and knowing. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the massive crush you've had on him since the dawn of time would it?”

You freeze, and then kick her under the table again.

Your eyes dart around the cafe like Eren, or worse, your brother will suddenly spawn out of nowhere.

“No! And would you keep your voice down!”

She throws her head back laughing. “Wow, that was quick.”

You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts, “I just said no.”

“Mhm.” She steals another fry off your plate. “You’re so fucked.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re living in the same house as him for a month.”

You stare at her and she raises her brows in return.

“…I’m fucked.”

Sasha laughs. “Absolutely fucked.”

__

The house is quieter than it normally is when you push the door open, which means either the boys are busy, or everyone is in their rooms.

You pause for a second, keys still in your hand. “…hello?”

Nothing.

You toe your shoes off by the door and make your way down the hall heading for the kitchen. You round the corner, and pause.

Eren stands at the stove, back to you, one hand braced against the counter while the other lazily stirs something in a pan. Headphones in his ears, and his hair slightly damp at the nape of his neck like he’d just showered.

He's shirtless, and the way the sweatpants hang off his hips is downright sinful. He’s mouthing something under his breath, completely oblivious.

A slow grin spreads across your face.

This is too easy.

Carefully, you set your bag down on the counter, wincing slightly at the quiet thud before glancing up, he doesn’t move. Still completely in his own world.

You take a step forward. Then another.

Your socked feet barely make a sound against the floor as you start creeping closer, biting back a laugh when he starts nodding his head slightly to whatever he’s listening to.

You’re close enough now that you can smell whatever he’s making. Something warm, garlic-heavy, and for a split second your brain betrays you, thinking something annoyingly domestic like this isn’t so bad. You ignore that thought immediately.

Another step.

You lift your hands, ready to grab his sides-

A hand clamps down on your shoulder.

You yelp, the sound ripping out of you before you can stop it, spinning so fast you nearly lose your balance.

Jean doubles over laughing, one hand still on your shoulder like he’s proud of himself.

“Jesus, your face!” he chokes out, wheezing. “I thought you were about to pass out.”

“You’re such an asshole!” you snap, shoving him back.

The sudden onslaught of noise makes Eren flinch, yanking one headphone out as he turns, eyes flicking between the two of you.

“…what the hell is wrong with you?” he asks, brows pulling together.

Jean straightens, still grinning. “She was trying to scare you.”

Eren’s gaze shifts to you, lingering for a second longer than it needs to.

“…you were?” There's a hint of a smirk there now.

You cross your arms, glaring. “I was, before someone decided to ruin it.”

Jean snorts. “Yeah, well, you were about as stealthy as a-”

“Finish that sentence and I’m taking your twenty dollars back.”

“You still haven’t paid me that!” he shoots back.

Eren huffs a quiet laugh, turning back to the stove.

“Food’s almost done,” he says, a little over his shoulder. “If you’re planning on stealing any.”

You hesitate for half a second, then step forward, leaning slightly against the counter beside him to look at what’s in the pan.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” you say. “But now that you mention it…”

He glances at you, quick and sideways, the corner of his mouth ticking up.

“Figures.”

Suddenly the kitchen feels a little smaller than it did a minute ago.

_____

Eating with Eren is actually kind of nice. The usual undercurrent of tension still there, but easy to ignore when you’re both making jokes and talking the whole time.

You stand, heading to the sink and placing your plate down. As you turn to say thank you, you turn straight into Eren's chest, hands shooting out to steady yourself as you immediately take a step back, face suddenly on fire.

“Sorry,” He leans a little to the side, and reaches above your head to open the cupboard and grab a glass “I thought you knew I was behind you.”

His voice is low, and it makes the moment feel a little too fragile.

“Yeah, I-” you clear your throat, stepping back, and immediately wishing you hadn’t. “I didn’t.”

A few seconds pass, neither of you move.

Your hands hover awkwardly at your sides, unsure what to do with themselves, and when you glance up, he’s already looking at you.

Not in that usual teasing way. Not like earlier.

Your stomach dips again. And you pray he cant see the way your hands clench and unclench at your sides.

“…you okay?” he asks, softer now, like he’s trying not to startle you again.

“Yeah,” you answer a little too quickly. “I’m fine.”

Another pause.

His eyes flick down. Your hands, your face, your mouth, and back up again like it didn’t mean anything.

“Good,” he mutters, but he doesn’t move.

God help you, why isn’t he moving?

You let out a small breath, trying to laugh it off. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

That familiar smirk tugs at his mouth, taking the opening to shift back into something easier, lighter.

“Pretty sure that’s the remnants of Jean.”

“Still blaming him even when he’s not here?”

“Always.”

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head, but neither of you actually create distance. If anything, you’ve drifted a half step closer again without realizing it.

Your shoulder brushes his arm and this time, neither of you pull away.

The air feels heavier, more intense. Like everything else in the apartment just faded out.

He says your name.

Not teasing. Not sarcastic.

Just your name.

Before you can overthink it, before your brain can catch up and remind you why this is a bad idea, you lean in.

The front door swings open.

You can hear his too fast footsteps heading right towards the kitchen “Why is it so quiet in-”

You jump back into the counter like you’ve been burned.

Armin freezes in the doorway, eyes flicking between the two of you, taking in the space, or lack thereof.

“…hi?” he says slowly.

Eren’s eyes stay locked on the side of your face, and you can feel them slowly drag from your eyes to the base of your throat, where it bobs with a harsh swallow, and then back up.

Finally, he turns to look at your brother, lazy smile back on his face like he wasnt just eye fucking his little sister.

“How was the gym?” he asks, way too casual.

You turn back to the sink, grabbing your plate again to wash it, to do something with your hands.

“It was good..” Armin narrows his eyes just slightly, “…is everything okay..?”

“Yes,” you and Eren say at the same time.

Armin exhales through his nose, and heads to start making himself a plate of dinner.

“…right, anyways.”

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The moment in the kitchen unfortunately didn’t change the fact that Eren Yeager can be the most insufferable man on the planet. A week has passed since that day in the kitchen and you can't even count on both hands the amount of times he had you flustered and yet furious.

Like that time you had sasha over, and he purposely blasted his music in the shower (the one you conveniently share thanks to the conjoined bathroom between your bedrooms) to the point you couldn’t hear anything other than Drake and erens off key rapping.

It took you banging on the door for five minutes before he turned it down.

Or that time when you were sitting in the living room reading, cuddled up on the couch, and Eren decided that was the best time to play a video game you haven’t seen him touch since he was in high school on full volume.

However, none of those moments come close to where you are now, 9AM on a Saturday. You’re halfway through brushing your teeth when the door to his bedroom swings open.

You freeze, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth.

You expect him to do what any normal person would do and shut the fucking door, but Eren apparently isn’t a normal person, because he just closes the door behind him and steps up to the counter next to you, reaching for his toothbrush.

“…youve got to be kidding me,” you mumble around the toothbrush.

“I knocked.”

“You did not knock!”

“I did.”

“You absolutely did not.”

He grabs the toothpaste from the counter top, and squirts a line onto his toothbrush before wetting the top and beginning to brush his teeth.

Neither of you say anything, both continuing to brush your teeth. You roll your eyes and lean over the sink to spit, rinsing your mouth and placing your toothbrush back in the cup.

“Normal people wait for someone to finish in the bathroom before barging in.”

You open the drawer, grab your makeup bag and begin your normal make up routine.

“It’s not just your bathroom.” He says around his toothbrush.

You turn, glaring. “It is when I'm in it!”

He shrugs his shoulders, seemingly completely unbothered. “Then lock it.”

“Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had to barricade myself to brush my teeth.” You continue, “God its bad enough I have horse face stealing all of my food from the fridge, now I can't get ready in peace?”

He finishes brushing his teeth, spitting the foam into his sink. “You’re dramatic.”

“And you’re unbelievable.”

You watch as he places his toothbrush in the cup, right next to yours. You feel heat creep onto your face at the domesticity of the sight.

You expect him to leave back through his bedroom door, instead, he leans his hip against the counter and watches as you apply the foundation to your face.

His eyes flick over you. quick, but not quick ENOUGH. Something passes over his face, and your stomach flips.

You glance at him through the wall length mirror. “What are you looking at?”

He says nothing, continuing to stare at you.

“Eren.”

“What?”

You roll your eyes. “I SAID what are you looking at? You’re staring is starting to creep me out.”

He breathes out a laugh, "Don't lie.”

“Im not lying.”

”Then why haven't you told me to leave?”

Your stomach drops, face warming immediately.

“I have.”

“No, you haven't."

You heave an exasperated sigh, and turn to face him, dropping the brush back onto the counter with your arms crossed.

“Fine, then leave.”

He doesn’t. He steps closer.

”say it again.”

Your stomach feels like it’s competing for an olympic fucking medal, heart caught somewhere between your lungs and your ass.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Say it like you mean it.”

You take a step forward before you can stop yourself. You’re close enough to feel the next exhale from his lips.

He looks down at you, and you get caught in the way he drags the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip.

He smirks, voice barely above a whisper, “That’s what I thought.”

“Don’t-” it comes out weak, and you know he hears it in your voice.

“Don’t what?”

Your chest rises, breath coming out in a short pant.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

You hate him. You hate that he sounds calm. You hate that he’s not moving. You hate that you’re not moving even more.

“This,” you gesture vaguely between you, frustrated. “whatever this is.”

He takes another step toward you, close enough you have to tilt your head back slightly to stay looking up at him.

“Then stop me,” he says.

The challenge is clear in his voice, in the cocky tilt of his head as his gaze trails from your eyes, to your lips, then back to your eyes, and your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure he can hear it.

“Eren…”

You don’t even know what you were going to say, and it doesn’t matter.

Before you can say anything else, his hand comes up, hesitating for a split second before he’s fisting the hair at the base of your skull, and tilting your head back to where he wants it.

A small, surprised sound leaves you, and thats all it takes for him to slot his lips against yours. The kiss is rough, all consuming and it knocks the breath clean out of your lungs.

Your hands reach up to rest on his chest, whether to pull him closer or push him away, you aren’t sure.

There are times in your life where the nagging voice in the back of your head stops you from doing stupid things, things that will burn your life to the ground.

Here, in your bathroom kissing Eren fucking Jeager, it has nothing to say.

You get lost in it, in the feeling of his free arm coming up to wrap around the back of your waist. Your arms reach up to wrap around his neck, and you pull him further into you.

His hand in the back of your hair drags down to rest on the side of your throat, thumb brushing right under your jaw.

You sigh into his mouth, and he groans.

Before his hand can drag any lower, the sound of a door closing shocks the brain right back from your vagina to your head, and you freeze.

Then it hits you. What you’re doing. Who you’re kissing. You shove him back hard enough that he stumbles half a step.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” your voice comes out breathless, shaking.

His chest rises, eyes locked on yours. His pupils are blown, and you hate yourself for staring at his kiss swollen lips.

“You didn’t stop me,” he says.

You have nothing to say.

However it wouldn’t have mattered, because before either of you can say anything. a knick on Eren’s bedroom door rings echos through the room.

Eren clears his throat, and takes another step back. He opens his mouth to say something, but the knocking only gets harsher.

Your brother's voice cuts through the silence, “Eren come on! I’m not missing the walk out this time. Stop jacking off and let's go or I'm coming in!”

He watches you for a second longer, like he’s trying to read something on your face. Whatever he sees walks out of the bathroom back into his room.

You shut the bathroom door, and listen as he opens his bedroom door, voice already back to that neutral calm, “Cockblock.”

The laugh bursts out of you before you can slap your hand to cover it. You hear their voices fading as your brother laughs, and you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Fuck.”

[omw2paradis]

bestfriend!connie springer x fem!reader

fighting over a controller turns into finally dealing with built-up tension you’ve both been ignoring ₊˚. wc: 3.1k

mdni, 18+

"you said i could play two rounds ago" you grumble, reaching for the controller still warm from connie's hands

he yanks it away with a dramatic gasp, like you’ve just committed the worst crime known to man. "liar" he accuses, pointing at you with the hand not currently strangling the poor controller. "i said maybe two rounds ago. maybe doesn’t mean yes"

you lunge for the controller again, fingers brushing against his wrist before he twists away with a laugh, that stupid, loud, snorting laugh that makes your stomach do something weird

“oh, you're gonna fight me for it?" connie grins, eyes bright with mischief, and before you can react, his free hand darts to your side, fingers digging into your ribs

"no—connIE—" you wheeze, trying to escape his fingers as they skate up your ribs, but he’s relentless, grinning like an idiot as you squirm

your elbow knocks into his shoulder, the controller clatters to the floor, and suddenly you’re both half-tangled on the couch, breathing hard

"cheater" you gasp, but he just laughs, shifting his weight, his knee slipping between your thighs, pressing there just long enough for your brain to short-circuit

his grin falters for half a second, just long enough for you to notice before he leans in closer, the warmth of his breath hitting your cheek

“what, scared now?" he murmurs, but his voice is lower than usual, rough around the edges. you swallow hard because yeah, maybe you are, but not in the way he thinks

his knee is still there, pressing just enough to make your pulse thud in your ears, and you can’t even pretend to focus on the controller anymore

you buck your hips against him without thinking, a sharp, reflexive jerk of your body and connie’s breath hitches, his knee pressing harder against you for a split second before his hands come up to frame your face

he doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t make some dumb joke, just kisses you, messy and too hard at first, teeth clashing together before he adjusts, tilting his head to slot his mouth against yours properly

his hands are everywhere at once. tangled in your hair, sliding down your neck, gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go

it’s too much and not enough, the heat of his mouth against yours sending sparks through your body. you bite his lower lip just to hear him groan, and he does, loud and unfiltered, the sound vibrating against your tongue. "fuck" he gasps when you pull back for air, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing ragged. "you’ve been thinkin’ about this too then, huh?"

"shut up" you mumble, but it comes out breathless, your fingers already curling into the fabric of his shirt, dragging him back in before he can say anything else. connie laughs against your mouth—still that same stupid, snorting laugh, but it's softer now, warmer, vibrating against your lips as you kiss him again, slower this time, more deliberate

his hands slide down to your hips, fingers gripping just enough to make you arch into him, and god, you can feel how hard he is already, the heat of him pressing against your thigh

he makes a choked-off sound before pulling you closer, rolling his hips against yours until your breath catches

"you—fuck—" he starts, but you cut him off by biting at his jaw, scraping your teeth down the rough stubble there just to hear him swear again. he does, loudly, his hands sliding under your shirt, palms warm and intense against your skin

his hands are impatient, tugging at your shirt like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he doesn’t get you bare right now

“off" he mutters against your mouth, fingers fumbling with the hem before you lift your arms to help, the fabric snagging for a second on your wrists before it’s gone, tossed somewhere behind him without a second thought

his palms slide up your ribs, thumbs brushing over the curve of your breasts through your bra, and you can’t help the way you inhale shakily, but connie just grins, his teeth catching your lower lip now

"knew you’d be pretty like this" he says, voice ragged, like he’s been thinking about it longer than he’d ever admit

"shut up" you repeat, but there’s no heat in it, not when his fingers are circling your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra, not when he’s grinding against you in this slow, deliberate rhythm that makes your toes curl

connie doesn’t listen, of course, he never does, just ducks his head to mouth at your neck

"knew you’d sound like this too" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, and you can feel the way his lips curve into a smirk when you gasp

"all fuckin’—" his words cut off, a rough sound slipping out instead when you rock your hips up against his, your fingers twisting in his hair to drag his mouth back to yours

his hands are under your bra before you can even think to stop him, and you gasp when his thumbs brush over your nipples, hard already, just from the way he’s looking at you

connie doesn’t say anything, just watches your face as he pinches lightly, his breath stalls when you arch into his touch. “goddamn” he mutters, like he’s surprised, like he didn’t expect you to be this responsive, and then he’s kissing you again, sloppy and desperate, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your stomach twist

his hands are already tugging at your bra strap before you can even catch your breath, fingers fumbling with the clasp like he’s never done this before… which, knowing connie, might actually be true

“where the hell is—" he mutters, as he struggles with the hook, and you laugh despite yourself, despite the way your skin burns where his fingers brush against it

“here, idiot” you mumble, reaching back to undo it yourself, but he swats your hands away with a grunt "no, i got it, i got it" he insists, and then, miraculously—he does, the fabric loosening as the clasp gives way. he doesn’t even pause before he’s yanking it off you, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder with zero care, his hands immediately finding your bare skin like he’s been starving for it

you have no time to feel self-conscious before his mouth is on you, hot and insistent, his tongue swiping over your nipple in a way that makes your back arch off the couch

"holy shit" you gasp, as he sucks, hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just to hear you whine. he does it again, just to be an asshole, grinning against your chest when you jerk under him

"you’re such a—" you start, but your words melt into a moan when his hand slides down your stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your pants like he’s testing the waters

"such a what?" he teases, but his voice is unsteady, shaky, like he’s barely holding it together

your hands find the hem of his shirt next, tugging impatiently until he gets the hint and pulls it off in one swift motion, his chest warm and solid under your palms

you trace the lines of his abs, more defined than you’d expected, and connie preens under your touch, his grin smug even as his breath trembles when your fingers skim the waistband of his sweats "like what you see?" he jokes, but it comes out breathless, his hips twitching when you press your hand against the bulge there

"you’re so full of yourself" you mutter, but you’re already working the button of your own pants open, kicking them off along with your underwear

connie’s eyes drop between your legs, his throat working as he swallows hard. "damn" he breathes, like he’s genuinely surprised, like he hadn’t let himself imagine this part yet

his hands are on you before you can even process the fact that you’re completely bare under him, fingers tracing the inside of your thigh with this weird mix of hesitation and hunger, like he’s trying to be careful but can’t help how badly he wants to touch

"fuck" connie breathes again, thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin there, and you can feel the way his whole body tenses when you shiver under his touch

his fingers inch higher, slow, like he’s giving you time to stop him, but you just spread your legs wider, your hips lifting off the couch in silent invitation

his fingers don’t hesitate after that, his touch a little clumsy, but so fucking eager it makes your stomach flip

“you—” he cuts himself off, voice cracking when you rock against his hand, his fingers slipping through the wetness there

“you’re already—” he tries again, but you cut him off by grabbing his wrist, dragging his fingers right where you want them, and the noise he makes is downright embarrassing

"can you be quiet and just—" you gasp when his fingers press inside, the stretch sudden but so good you can’t help but jolt into it

connie’s breath stutters against your neck, his free hand gripping your thigh "you are so wet" he mumbles, but it’s less a tease and more a shaky observation, his fingers curling experimentally just to hear you whine. he does it again immediately, like he can’t help himself, his thumb gliding back and forth over your clit in this erratic, uncoordinated way that shouldn’t feel as good as it does

you’re gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave marks and he hisses, sinking his teeth into your collarbone in retaliation

“ungh, connie—” you gasp, your voice breaking when his fingers turn just right, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit in a way that makes your vision blur

he’s watching your face like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, his breathing comes in short, uneven bursts

“you’re so—” he starts, but his words dissolve into a groan when you clench around his fingers, your thighs trembling around his wrist

"you're gonna kill me" connie pants, his fingers still fucking you, like he's chasing something, like he's determined to drag every sound out of you before you even realize you're making them

his thumb circles your clit again, too hard at first, then easing up when you gasp, adjusting to the pace of your hips, learning you in real time. your hand finds the waistband of his sweats, fingers slipping beneath the fabric to wrap around him, hot and heavy in your palm

his hips push into your hand before you can even properly stroke him, a ragged curse tearing from his throat as his fingers twitch inside you

“shit—wait, wait—” connie gasps, but he doesn’t pull away, his breath heavy and uneven. you can feel him trembling, his muscles tight with restraint, like he’s holding himself back from rutting into your grip like some desperate animal

“you gotta stop or i’m not gonna last” he admits, voice cracking embarrassingly, and the raw honesty of it makes your stomach flip

you don’t stop. you just tighten your grip and stroke him slow, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his hips twitch like he can’t help chasing your touch

“nnhg—fuck” connie mewls, high and broken, his fingers curling inside you. “you—you’re such a fuckin’—” he tries, but a broken sound slips from him when you thumb the head of his cock, smearing the wetness there in slow circles

his fingers pull out of you abruptly, leaving you gasping at the sudden emptiness, but before you can even protest, he’s yanking his sweats down past his hips, kicking them off with zero grace, his cock springing free, flushed and leaking

"wow" he breathes, staring down at you like he’s trying to memorize the way you look—spread out under him, chest heaving, thighs trembling

"you’re—so, you’re really—" but he doesn’t finish, just swears again under his breath, his hands sliding under your ass to hike your hips up level with him

"wait—" you gasp, but it’s too late, connie’s already pressing forward, the blunt head of his cock tracing your folds, slick and hot. he hesitates for half a second before he pushes himself in, slow but relentless

"oh my god" connie chokes out “you—holy shit, you feel so good” he manages, voice cracking. his hips drive forward without warning, burying himself fully inside you with an exhale that sounds punched out of him

“you’re so tight—” a strained sound catches in his throat when you squeeze yourself around him, your legs hooking around his waist to pull him deeper, and the noise he makes is downright sinful, his hips hitch like he’s already losing control

his hands glide up your sides, calloused fingers rough against your skin as he pulls back—just enough to tease—before driving back into you with a sharp snap of his hips that knocks the air from your lungs

“connie—” you gasp, nails biting into his shoulders, and he huffs at the sting, his rhythm faltering for half a second before he catches himself, his grip tightening on your waist

"yeah? like that?" he pants, and you can only nod, your throat too tight to form words when he does it again, harder this time, the angle just right to smash against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl

"yes, yes—like that" you manage to choke out, your voice cracking when connie’s hips snap forward again, the force of it jolting you up the couch a little. he doesn’t even pause to adjust, just hooks an arm under your waist to keep you in place

"nghhh—i can’t—" connie’s voice cracks, his hips pound against yours in short, frantic thrusts, the rhythm completely gone now. just desperate, eager snaps of his hips chasing his own pleasure

"you’re gonna—fuck, you’re gonna make me—" he chokes out, and then he’s coming with a ragged grunt, his whole body shuddering against you, his cock pulsing inside you in hot, uneven spurts

you don’t even realize you’re close until connie collapses against you, his hips still quivering with little aftershocks, fingers still gripping your thighs, and the way his cock throbs inside you—still buried deep, still pulsing weakly—sends a fresh wave of heat curling low in your stomach

“fuck” you gasp, pressing up into him, your hands scrambling for purchase against his sweat-slick back “connie—i’m still—”

his head jerks up at the sound of your voice, his dark eyes wide and hazy with pleasure, but the second he realizes what you’re saying… what you need—his expression sharpens, something almost predatory flashing across his face

“shit, really?” he breathes, his voice wrecked, but he’s already shifting, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tight “okay—okay, i got you” he mumbles, like he’s talking to himself more than you as he pulls out slow, his cock dragging against your walls in a way that makes you dizzy

the second he’s fully out of you, connie’s mouth is on you—no hesitation, no teasing, just hot, wet suction right over your clit, his tongue licking into you like he’s starving. you gasp, your hips jerking off the couch at the sudden contact, but his hands hold you down as he works you over with his mouth. “ungh—yes—!” you choke out, as he hums against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine

his tongue is merciless—flat and hot against your clit one second, pointed and insistent the next, like he’s trying to figure out what makes you gasp the loudest. and fuck, it’s working, because you’re writhing under him, your thighs shaking around his ears, your fingers tugging at his hair like you can’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer

connie doesn’t seem to care either way. “fuck, you taste—” he starts, but the words blur into a muffled curse when you buck against his mouth, your back arching off the couch

"conn—connie—" you gasp, his name fracturing into a moan when his fingers join his mouth, two slipping inside you with zero warning, curling just right, his tongue lapping at you like he’s addicted

“i’m gonna—" you try, but the words fall apart into a whimper when his thumb presses down on your clit, rubbing tight little circles while his fingers pump inside you, desperate and impatient

"i'm close—fuck, i'm close—" you gasp, your voice cracking on the words, and connie doesn't even lift his head, just doubles down—his fingers curling harder, his mouth sucking your clit like he's trying to drink you in. it's too much, it's everything, and when your orgasm hits, it rips through you like lightning—sharp and sudden, your whole body jerking under his hands as you cry out

his mouth stays on you through the whole thing. the shuddering aftershocks, the way your hips move uncontrollably, the way your fingers tighten in his hair hard enough to hurt. he doesn’t pull back until you’re gasping, oversensitive, and your whole body trembles, and even then, he only lifts his head far enough to grin up at you, his chin glistening with you

“fuck” he breathes, voice hoarse, like he’s the one who just got his brains fucked out “that was—holy shit”

your chest is still heaving when connie finally collapses next to you, his skin sticky with sweat where it presses against yours. the couch is a mess—controller long forgotten on the floor, your clothes strewn somewhere near the coffee table, his sweats hanging half-off the edge like they tried to run away

connie’s breath is ragged against your shoulder, his fingers tracing idle circles on your hip like he can’t stop touching you even now. “wow” he mutters, voice husky, and you can feel the way his lips curve into a grin against your skin. “that was—fuck”

"yeah" you breathe back, still half-dazed, your fingers absently tracing the sweat-damp curve of his spine. connie shifts, his nose bumping against your collarbone before he tilts his head up to look at you—his stupid grin softer now but no less smug

"you good?" he asks, lightly petting the bruise forming on your hip… his fault, probably, but you can’t bring yourself to care

"yeah" you mumble, your voice still weak, and connie's grin widens—like he's proud of himself, like he knows exactly how wrecked you are. his fingers keep tracing patterns on your hip, lazy and possessive, and you don’t even have the energy to swat him away

"shut up" you add, just because you know it’ll make him laugh, and it does—that same stupid, snorting laugh, but quieter now, muffled against your shoulder

hey everyone… this is my first dirty fic 🫣 #kindanervous

[omw2paradis]

when men are drawn w their slutty little collarbones out >

[advancegoddamnit]

🧸Bestfriend! Eren confessing his feelings

Bestfriend! Eren who overhears you talking to Hange about a boy you like and how you plan to finally tell him how you feel, not knowing it’s literally him you’re talking about

Bestfriend! Eren who loses his MIND and all of a sudden he’s got Jean and Armin scheming in his room trying to come up with plans to tell you he’s in love with you and that he has been for like the entirety of his life.

Bestfriend! Eren who finally decided he’s just going to kill whoever you plan on confessing your feelings to and dealing with the aftermath bc surely it can’t be worse than you DATING another man

Bestfriend! Eren who sucks it up and is at your apartment pacing in your living room a week later while you sit on the couch staring at him like he’s grown 3 heads.

Bestfriend! Eren who stutters his way through telling you he’s in love with you and has been and probably always will be and that he knows you have feelings for someone else but he couldn’t just LET you date someone else without trying first

You who starts giggling, and then it turns into a full laugh, then abruptly stopping and immediately apologizing when you look up and see Eren's face drop and he looks like he’s about to blow up

Bestfriend! Eren who nearly crumples to the floor when you finally tell him that it was HIM you were going to talk to

Bestfriend! Eren who wastes zero time before launching himself on top of you and kissing you within an inch of your life before calling Armin and telling him he owes Jean 50 bucks